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Went over my fuck buddys house , was shaved smooth , little bit of makeup .. he asked if a friend comes by .. no prob I say , as a good sissy cum dump no load is refused . he comes In and starts kissing and sucking on my nips , rubbing and massaging me .. I was loving it .. my fuck buddy jams his cock in my mouth and begins to throat me .. his buddy , lifts my legs and with no lube jams his 7.5 and thick cock in my hole .. it hurt but I loved being used like the hoe I am .. it seems like in about 8 pumps I can feel him throb and the wet feeling is all over .. my fuck buddy and him swap places and his 8incher in now in my cum slick fuck tunnel .. he hammers my sissy ass and dumps his load in no time .. I am now gushing cum and it’s amazing .. the buddy is rubbing my tits and rock hard .. so I climb on him and ride .. and soon he busts again and I am loving it locked and cum as he is deep in me .. I am now a sloppy cum dump .. I need more

Probably … damn, so many … but probably eating a man’s ass. Like the others have said, I love an orgy during which everyone is in the mix, not having any idea with whom they are having sex. I’m a voyeur and love to watch but I’m also an exhibitionist who loves to put on a show. Men standing around jerking off watching me have sex. The eroticism of slithering my arm upper buddies ass. The intimacy of unloading my sperm up a mans ass. My arms and legs enveloped around him as we passionately kiss and make out. This silent whispers of what we are feeling and doing and want to do with each other. All that is a huge turn on. But when a man pulls open his ass crack and proudly shows off his hole, and let me get very personal and intimate by sticking my tongue up his hole, that sends shivers through my balls and up my spine and very quickly helps me build up to the point of no return.

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

Part 49: The Real Will Ryder (Dom’s Perspective) I sat in my car outside of the church, debating if I was going to go inside. Several days had passed since Will and I had fought, me walking out and seemingly ending the relationship. At least, that's how I saw it. I hadn't been in a relationship like this before, so I couldn't tell if things were officially ended for we were just struggling through. This is why you never let yourself fall in love before, I told myself. Will had tried to call me, but I had ignored every call and deleted every message. I was too angry. I understood where Will was coming from. All his life he had been brought up within a certain life, a certain boxed-in existence. He was the perfect son, the perfect pastor, the perfect man in the eyes over everyone around him. But, so much of it was now a lie. That's what bothered me the most. I hated seeing Will living a lie. I could see it eating away at him. Even with his brother and father now aware of our secret, and now becoming a part of it, the weight of his silence was crushing not only him but me as well. While it hadn’t been easy for me growing up and coming out, I did know that Will was facing something serious. By loving me, by deciding to be with me, he would have to lose a considerable amount of his life. There was going to be a major change for him. Now, he had to decide if it was a change too great to face. A part of me felt guilty. I hadn’t given Will much of a choice when I had pozzed him. No, I hadn’t lied to him or stealthed him. I thought he understood what my biohazard tattoo meant. Hadn’t I? I had tracked Will down after having first seen him at the gym, but I hadn’t done it with the purpose of pozzing an unwilling and ignorant man. Right? These questions had haunted me since our fight. I couldn’t help but question if I had trapped Will on purpose. I had never expected to fall in love with him, but I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe I had forced him into the world of poz fucking. Maybe he wouldn’t have ever fucked a man if I hadn’t come along. Mostly every man in our group said I was the one to push them over the edge, to bring out their inner toxic truth. Had I brought that out in Will, or had I put it there, almost forcing it on him? Had I, as odd as it sounded, willed my will on Will? Had I, a dom, created in him a person that didn’t really exist? I left my car and entered the church, moving around the people until I found Pastor Kline. “I’m glad you’re here,” Pastor Kline said. “I don’t want to be,” I told him. “You know Will and I aren’t—” “I know,” he said. “But it’s important for you to be here. Trust me.” Though reluctant, I nodded and entered the sanctuary, taking a seat in the back. The service started, but I didn’t listen. I never did, but I showed up for Will. That’s the only reason I ever showed up. I was there for him. A part of me felt bad that I hadn’t been there for him as he struggled with the fear that haunted him. I wished everything had gone down differently, but I also knew I couldn’t continue living my life with a man who was ashamed of who he was. Because, even with all my confusion and second-guessing, I knew deep down that Will had to truly be the man I had fallen in love with. Before I knew it, the service was coming to a close. Will stood up and crossed to the podium. “Hello, everyone,” he said, looking out over the crowd. I saw his eyes scan the room, stopping once he saw me. “Thank you for being here.” I couldn’t be positive, but something told me that he wasn’t talking to everyone when he said that. “The reason I’m closing the service today,” Will started, “is because I need to speak to you all. There is something I need to get off my chest, and I need to do it today.” What the fuck is he doing? “I’m up here to let you know that I will be stepping down from my position,” he said. Murmurs filled the room, everyone clearly shocked by the news. “The reason I’m leaving is why I’m up here. I couldn’t continue living my life without finally making it known. You see, a few months ago, though it’s felt almost as if it’s been nearly two years, I met someone who changed my life. I won’t say just how much I’ve changed, because it isn’t really your business.” I could tell that some in the room were uneasy, Will creating tension. “What you need to know is that I met someone who changed my life. It was scary at first, but it then became the best thing to ever happen to me. My eyes were opened, and I discovered who I really am. At first, I was scared to say anything, to acknowledge this, but I’ve decided I can’t keep living a lie. So, not only am I leaving, but I’m also announcing that I’m engaged.” The room was filled with whispers, voices overlapping and making a chaotic storm. I saw the women who had pushed their daughters on Will nearly jump out of their seats. “Yes, I am engaged,” Will said. “And yes, I’m engaged to someone in this room. I’m proud to announce that William Ryder is engaged to be married to Dominic Moore.” The whispers ended. The room was silent. There was an electric charge in the air. Everyone, including me, held their breaths. “That’s right,” Will said. “I’m engaged to a man because I am gay. I didn’t know this, or, at least, I didn’t acknowledge this, until I met Dom. Since then, I’ve kept this piece of my life a secret. And while I’m sure many if not all of you will try to tell me otherwise, I do love him, and I’m making the choice to proudly say that I’m in love with Dominic Moore and want him to be my husband… if he’ll still have me.” I felt some eyes turning toward me. The room was still silent, though I felt it wouldn’t be for long. I stood up, the eyes of the congregation either on me or Will. Never had I felt so afraid. I now understood a bit of the fear Will had been feeling. I looked at Will, ignoring everyone else in the room and nodded. “I love you,” I told him. The silence ended. It was a rush of chaos, the room erupting around us. Some people screamed out, others stormed out of the room or tried to rush at Will. I fought my way to the front, pushing people to the side, making my way to my fiancé. Never had I seen so much anger in one room, though, within the furious faces, I did see some smiling as they watched me fight my way to the man I loved. “I think you two should get out of here,” Pastor Kline told us, nodding to a side door. “Good idea,” Will said, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the crowd which was circling around us. I tried to block out the madness, but it was becoming overwhelming. I held Will’s hand tight, letting him guide me through the door, down a hall, and out a side exit to the parking lot. Even outside, I could hear the commotion inside. “Well, that was fun,” Will said, walking in a tight circle. I could see his hands shaking, his face flushed red. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm good," he said. “We should probably get out of here.” “My car is over there,” I told him. “It’s on the other side of the lot.” “Leave it,” he told me. “We’ll come back for it once there isn’t an angry mob ready to attack us.” “Sounds good,” I said, following him to his car. We sat in silence as he drove us away from the church and to my apartment. Something told me that I wouldn't be setting foot in that church again, and I was relieved. My mind was replaying Will’s speech and the insanity that had followed. Though I knew the reaction everyone would have once they heard about Will and me, I suppose I had expected to never see in person what the drama would actually look like. “I’m sorry.” Will looked over at me. “For what?” “For making you do that,” I said. “I don’t know why, but I guess I just thought—” “You didn’t make me do anything, Dom,” he said. “I chose to come out like that. For years I stood up there and spoke what everyone else wanted to hear. For the first time, I said what I wanted to say. I don’t regret it.” “You’re sure?” Will nodded. “And, it’s not like I can really take it all back now.” “But you’re sure?” I asked. “Not just about coming out. You’re sure about us? You’re sure about loving me and wanting this life?” “Of course,” he said. “Why? Are you now questioning it? Dom, if you backtrack on me, I swear to God—” “I’m not backtracking,” I told him. “It’s just, after everything you said at Wade’s, I’ve been worried that maybe I forced you into this.” “Dom, I want to get married to you.” “I mean forcing you into… all of this,” I said, trying to figure out how to explain the fear I now had inside. “You know I didn’t mean to poz you, right? I didn’t do it thinking you didn’t know.” “I know,” he said. “And me coming to your church, even though I did pursue you, I wasn’t trying to turn a straight man gay.” “You didn’t,” Will said. “You brought out the real me. That’s what you did. You brought out the Will Ryder that’s been hiding away, waiting for someone to really see him… and poz him.” I smiled, feeling a major weight lifting off my shoulders. “Is that why you didn’t call me back?” he asked. “Well, that, and I was angry with you.” “And now?” “I just ran out of the church with you,” I reminded him. “I love you.” “I love you,” he said back. We got to my apartment and raced upstairs, Will and I practically ripping each other’s clothes off the whole way. “You ready to fuck an out-of-the-closet gay man?” Will asked, pulling off his pants, revealing nothing but a jockstrap beneath: the jockstrap I had made him wear the first time we had fucked. “I’ve been waiting for what feels like forever,” I told him, picking up the tie he had dropped on the floor with his dress shirt. I wrapped it around his neck and pulled him toward me, guiding him back to the bedroom. “It’s been too long since I’ve fucked your ass.” “It’s all yours, Dom,” he said. “I’m all yours.” I picked him up and threw him on the bed, admiring Will who was looking up at me with a crazed hunger in his eyes. In him, I saw something I hadn’t seen before. It was almost like a fierce animal was inside him, waiting for me to unleash him. Somehow, I just knew this same intensity exited within me, and I knew Will had seen it before. “Arms over your head,” I told him, climbing onto the bed, mounting him. I took his tie and wrapped it around his wrists, binding them tight together. Once secure, I ran my hands down his arms, feeling his muscles. I stopped on his furry pits, my thumbs moving over his chest and rubbing his nipples. “Oh, fuck,” Will moaned, squirming beneath me. “That’s the idea,” I told him. I moved my hands to his chest and ran my fingers through his chest hair, making sure to stop on his tattoo. I pressed down, feeling his beating heart beneath. I remained on this spot, looking deep into Will’s eyes. “You are the man I want more than anything.” “You are the man I want more than anything,” he said back, never breaking eye contact. I moved down the bed, my hands running down his stomach, stopping on his groin where I massaged his hard cock. I admired the stains, the marks I had made and the marks he had added to the fabric. It was a combination of us both. I had worn it with pride as I fucked and converted men. Now, I was passing it on to Will, the man who would continue what I had started. I pressed my nose into the jockstrap and breathed deep, filling my lungs with the musk that Will and I shared. I looked up at him, admiring his body, admiring the perverted pig that had found his way to me. “Are you ready?” I asked, my hands grabbing his legs and pulling them up over my shoulders. “I’m always ready for you,” he said. I leaned forward and pressed my cock against his ass, feeling it open up to me, welcoming me inside. Never had a hole felt like this. It was warm and hugged my cock, perfectly pulling me deeper inside. I watched Will’s face as he strained to take me, even after all this time. I could still fill him beyond his limits. I'd always be just big enough to cause resistance, to cause his body to ache. I'd create within him a pain he'd relish. I'd create within him a desire he'd always seek to quench. I fucked his hole, my cock reaching for depths inside his body that no one, not even I, had reached. I created a rhythm, fucking his hole the way he liked it, the way that pressed into his prostate, the way that made his body flushed and caused him to shake with pleasure. I knew this man’s body. I knew what he liked, but I also knew there was so much more for us to discover. There was so much more he and I could do to each other, and I couldn't wait to explore. I leaned forward, my hands reaching up and wrapping around the tie binding his hands. My chest fell on his, our breathing labored as I kept myself deep inside his body while still fucking him. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck,” Will moaned, his body moving beneath me, his pelvis rubbing against my stomach, his cock slipping out the top and leaking precum over our bodies. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” “I won’t stop,” I told him, pressing my body into his, feeling him as if for the first time. “I’ll never stop.” I kissed him, both of us exploring the other, tasting the other, knowing the other in every way. Our bodies were slick with sweat and precum. Our breathing was quick, our moans and cries growing louder and louder as we rose to our shared climax. In this moment, as we opened ourselves to the other, as we gave ourselves over, I felt as if I was seeing God. I was experiencing a lusting love that I couldn't explain. “I’m cumming,” Will cried, his whole body shaking, every muscle working to ensure the largest orgasm he had ever had. His cum shot up between our bodies, coating us in his toxic jizz. I could feel his hole tightening around my cock, milking me. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my body shaking, my strength depleted as I erupted inside Will’s body. My cock kicked, shooting several ropes of burning cum deep within his guts. I collapsed on top of Will, unable to do anything but gasp for air and ride out the orgasm which was still filling my body with the greatest burning pleasure I had ever known. We remained locked in this pleasure, our bodies taking in the intensity only two men could create. I breathed deep, smelling our sweat and cum and sex. I closed my eyes and felt Will's warm skin against my own. I felt his muscles moving, his chest rising and falling as he started to reach his afterglow. I managed to push myself up, looking down at Will who was staring up at me with a huge smile on his face. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," he told me. "I've just never been this happy." I leaned forward and kissed him. __________________________________________________________________________________ I think there is one more chapter to go before I end this story (or provide a temporary end). There may be a few loose ends, but nothing major. If there is something you still want to see, comment below. Let me know. I'm sure I'm forgetting stuff. Until Part 50, keep cumming.

Part 48: The Parting of the Ways (Will’s Perspective) “Keep going,” Peter cried, eyes tightly closed, sweat dripping down his face. His hands were gripping the sheets beneath him, knuckles white, veins popping out. “You sure?” I asked him, my heart racing, concerned about the apparent pain on his face. “Fucking yeah, I’m sure!” he said. My arm was deep inside Peter’s hole. At least, I thought it was deep inside, having only fisted a few times before. My arm was almost up to my elbow, Peter’s hole loose but still hugging my arm, almost pulling me in further. “He’ll tell you when to stop,” Dom said, his own arm deep inside Doctor Wade’s hole. “Don’t worry,” Wade said, reaching over and patting Peter’s stomach, “Peter and I have been training his hole for a few weeks now. This little piggy can take it.” “I doubt he can take as much as you can,” I told him, watching as Dom’s bicep entered Wade’s hole, stretching his ass more than I thought possible. “He’ll get there one day,” Wade said, looking at Peter. “Won’t you, piggy?” Peter snorted like a pig, smiling at me. “Come on, Will. Open this pig’s hole. Stretch my guts!” I moved my hand deeper inside his body, watching as his stomach bulged.” “That’s it,” Dom said, reaching over with his free hand and patting the skin where my hand was pressing through. “Look at that stomach move. Isn’t that a beautiful sight?” “Fuck, yeah it is!” Peter said, resting his own hands on his stomach, feeling my hand move within him. “Fuck, I love having your hand deep inside me.” I tried to push more inside, but Peter’s body jerked, his eyes growing wide as he gasped. “But, maybe, not any deeper inside right now.” “Don’t worry, babe,” Wade said to Peter, “Give me enough time, and I’ll have my arm so deep inside you, I’ll be able to hold your heart in my hand.” “That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me,” Peter said, trying to roll closer to Wade to kiss him. With my arm inside his ass, he couldn’t move far, leaving his kiss unfulfilled. “So, are you two a thing now?” I asked Peter and I slowly moved my hand out of his hole, giving him time to enjoy the stretch. “I suppose we are,” Wade said, his own hand moving along his muscled body, tracking where Dom’s hand was now moving inside him. “As much as a sex-crazed poz doctor and a gay, soon-to-be-divorced, student-fucking, cum-monster can be.” “So, you’re going with Wade as he travels?” Dom asked Peter. “Sure am,” Peter said, grimacing as my wrist pulled out of his hole, creating a suction noise as a prolapse appeared bright and red out of his cunt. “Fuck!” “That’s beautiful,” Dom said, reaching over and feeling the prolapse, pulling more of it out of Peter’s body. “Go on and fuck his prolapse, babe,” he told me. I slid my dick inside the warm rose that was Peter’s insides, relishing the silky feeling. “What are you going to do for work?” “He’ll be assisting me,” Wade said. “I had to… fake some information when I hired him, but no one is going to know.” “And I think I’ll start working as a sex worker,” Peter said, his hands trying to reach down to feel his prolapse. “I’m sure there have got to be men out there who want a toxic hyperspermia cock fucking them.” “Maybe some women, too,” Dom said. Peter rolled his eyes. “I mean, if I have to, I guess I can fuck an actual cunt again. As long as it isn’t my ex-wife’s.” “Plus, since you’re sterile, no risk of becoming a father,” I told him, my heart racing, an orgasm on its way as my cock sloshed inside Peter’s guts. “Just a poz daddy,” Peter said, winking at me. “You want me to make you a poz grandpa like Dom?” “I’m expecting it,” I told him. “We both are,” Dom said, winking. “With how much you cum, we’re expecting you to poz dozens of men everywhere you go.” “And I can’t wait,” Peter said, jerking his own cock, covering himself in poz precum. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!” “Fucking cum!” I growled, fucking his prolapse back inside his body, pumping my own poz cum, the cum that had transformed Peter’s body into a toxic whore, deep inside where my arm had been only minutes ago. “FUCK!” Peter cried, aiming his cock at Wade who opened his mouth, catching the ropes of cum as they shot across the bed. Wade was covered in toxic cum, his smiling face glazed. “How’s that taste?” Dom asked. “Tastes potent,” Wade said, collecting the cum and dripping it into his mouth. He looked at Peter and smiled. “Fuck, you’re incredible. “And don’t you forget it,” Peter said, finally able to lean over the bed and kiss Wade, sharing the cum. “Fuck!” Wade cried as Dom pulled his arm out of his body, his own prolapse appearing. It was looser than Peter’s and a darker red. “Want to have a go?” Dom asked Peter. “Fuck yeah!” Peter scrambled off the bed, his cock already getting hard again, ready to seed Wade’s guts. “We’re going to wash off,” Dom said, his arm around me as we left the bedroom. We’d been meeting up at Doctor Wade’s house as we didn’t want anyone to see Peter at my apartment or at Dom’s. The rumors about Peter had only grown since he seemingly disappeared. A minor investigation had started at the school he had worked at, a fear that he had been fucking minors creating a stir. We knew he hadn’t as Lewis had been 18 when they fucked. Still, everyone was panicked that Peter had committed some sort of crime. I had spoken to a police officer and members of the school board, trying my best to assure everyone that Peter could not have done any of the things he had been suspected of doing. “To your knowledge, did Mr. Flanagan have any improper contact or relationship with any of his students?” “No,” I told them. And I meant it. Lewis had wanted to be fucked, so, in my eyes, it hadn’t been improper. Of course, I knew the people I was talking to wouldn’t have seen it that way, but I didn’t care. I was speaking from what I knew to be true. I had seen Mrs. Flanagan a few times at church since Peter had left, and while she had at first been acting as if the world had ended, I noticed her attitude quickly changing. Soon, I found her almost happy. Was she happy that Peter had left? Had she, in fact, been miserable too? Maybe Peter leaving had been better for them both in the end. This got me thinking about how I was going to handle my own process of leaving. As Dom and I climbed into Wade’s shower, I admired the man who would soon become my husband. I watched his naked body as it moved, standing in awe at the fact that a man like him could ever love a man like me. “What’s wrong?” Dom asked, lathering his body. “Nothing,” I told him, taking the soap. “Here, let me get your back.” “And get my ass while you’re back there,” he said, pushing his plump butt back at me, brushing against my cock. “But don’t get any ideas.” I covered his body in the soap and then worked on myself, handing the soap to Dom so he could take care of my back. “So, what’s really wrong?” he asked, leaning close to me, whispering in my ear, his hot body pressing against me. I could feel his cock pushing against my ass, searching to burrow itself deep inside the hole which it knew to be its home. “I told you, nothing is wrong.” “And I’m telling you,” he said, shifting his hips forward, his cock slipping between my cheeks, trying to enter me, “that there’s something wrong that you’re not telling me.” I turned and looked at him, seeing that this conversation wasn’t at all playful. He knew something was wrong, and he wanted an answer. I looked down and saw his erect cock brushing against my own. Never would I have imagined standing in a shower naked with another man… at least, not outside the gym. It was crazy how much my life had changed in such a short period. “I’m just worried,” I told him. “I promise you,” Dom said, “you didn’t hurt Peter. He’s had plenty shoved up his ass, your arm isn’t going to kill him.” “Not that,” I told him. “I’m worried about… us.” “What do you mean?” I looked into Dom’s eyes, finding myself mesmerized by this incredible man. He was both strong and gentle; he was kind but also dominant. He had invaded my life and made me into the man I secretly always wanted to be. So, why was I struggling this much? “I can’t keep living like this.” “Like what?” “In secret,” I told him. “I can’t keep doing it.” “Then don’t,” he said, smiling. “Come out of the closet. Embrace who you are and what you want to be in your life. Fuck everyone who doesn’t agree with you or judges you.” “It isn’t that easy,” I told him. “Of course, it is.” “No, it isn’t,” I told him. “I’ll most likely lose my job, Dom.” “You don’t know that.” I gave him a look that clearly said, “Are you fucking kidding me?” “Fine,” he said. “They’ll fire you. So what? I can support us both for now. Then you’ll find something else you can do.” “With my degree in theology?” “Something that doesn’t need a degree, then,” Dom said, his voice no longer comforting but exhausted. “Or go back to school. Work at fucking Starbucks for all I fucking care. I just want to be with you, Will. And if living like you are right now isn’t working, and I think we both know it isn’t, then you need to do something.” “It isn’t as easy for me as it was for you,” I told him. “It wasn’t easy for me,” Dom said. “I didn’t grow up with a support system or a loving family.” “You think my family is going to be alright with this?” “You mean Zach and your mom or Jay, the man you pozzed, and your dad, the man you fucked and have most likely pozzed because your toxic cum seems to be very potent shit.” “You’re not listening to me,” I shouted, storming out of the shower, grabbing a towel. I furiously dried myself off, trying to calm myself down. “I’m scared because being with you means I’m leaving my life behind.” “Don’t forget that I’m a part of your life, too,” Dom said, following after me. His cock was no longer hard, any desire to fuck long gone. “Remember, I asked you to be my husband, and you said yes.” “I know I did,” I told him. “Is everything alright?” Wade and Peter entered into the hall, both covered in cum. “We’re fine,” I told them. “No, we’re not fine,” Dom said. He looked at me, the anger in his eyes slowly morphing into something I had never seen within him; fear and sadness. “Are you… are you saying that you don’t want to get married?” “No,” I told him. “That’s not what I’m saying.” “It sounds like you are.” “I’m not!” I shouted. “I’m just scared.” “Scared of what?” “Scared of not knowing what my life is going to be like once everyone knows who I really am.” There was silence in the hall. “Your life will have me standing next to you, holding your hand, helping you through whatever might come,” Dom said. I stared at him, my heart racing, thoughts pounding in my head. I knew he meant what he said, but I couldn’t shake the fear that was living inside my gut. I someone could reach deep inside me and remove it. “Fine,” he said. “If you’re that unsure, then I’ll make it easier for you.” Dom pushed past me and grabbed his clothes, pulling them on quickly as he headed for the door. “Dom, please, don’t go,” I called, running after him. “I’m not going to force you, Will,” he said. “I’m not going to force you to come out. I wouldn’t do that, but I’m not going to continue loving someone who is ashamed of and hiding the part of him that I love.” I watched as Dom left, unable to go after him, unable to believe that I had caused him to walk out the door. I stood frozen, trying to force myself not to break down. Wade ran after Dom, Peter staying behind. I felt dizzy, my balance off. I tried to take a step forward, but I fell. "Come on," Peter said, helping me up. He guided me back into the bedroom and sat me down. “What’s going on?” he asked. “I think Dom and I are over,” I said. “What? No way. You guys were just out here fisting us, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. What the fuck happened in the shower?” “I told him… I told him that…” “What? That you don’t love him?” “No,” I said. “I do love him.” “Then what?” “I told him that I’m scared,” I shouted, Peter nearly falling off the bed in surprise. “I’m scared of what’s going to happen to me once I come out.” “Oh,” Peter said. “Well, believe it or not, I’m the perfect person to talk to about this particular issue.” “Really?” “Have you seriously forgotten that I used to be married?” he said, grabbing his cock and shaking it, the PA that used to be his wedding ring moving on the end of his penis. “I just didn’t think that you had been scared,” I said. “You seemed to want it so badly.” “I did want it badly,” he told me. “I wanted to break out of that life because it wasn’t really my life. It was the Peter Flanagan I’d been made into. I wasn’t allowing the inner whore that I truly am out into the world. But even when I knew I needed to come out, I was still scared. For fuck sake, I’m practically hiding away here because everyone thinks I’ve been fucking students.” “You did fuck a student.” “I’m trying to help you here,” Peter said, smiling. “Yes, you are going to lose people. You are going to have some major shifts in your life. Yes, you will need to change jobs because there is no way anyone around here is going to want a gay pastor. Maybe move to California.” “There’s an idea,” I said. “It’s going to be scary. It was for me. But just like me, you’ve got a group around you that’s going to support you all the way… and then fuck your ass and suck your cock once you’re feeling better.” I laughed. “But you have something I didn’t have,” he said. “You have a man who loves you and wants to be your husband.” “You’ve got Wade.” “Yeah, now,” Peter said. “Though don’t you fucking dare say anything about us getting married. I’ll kick your ass.” I knew Peter was right, but I also knew that I couldn’t fully shake the fear that was still inside me. ______________________________________________________________________________ Part 48 became too long, so I'm splitting it in two. I'm trying to keep sex within the story, but I am also bringing it to a close. So, expect sections with no sex and just characters. What can I say, I'm trying to pull the story together. I hope you enjoy regardless.

They were returning to the scene of the crime. The bath house where they had met. Tommy’s outfit was simple A pair of skintight blank latex shorts that showed the curve of his ass to great effect while also displaying a not inconsiderable bulge in the front. He definitely fell into the category of “Big dicked bottom” and a pair of black sneakers. He had watched Zeke’s transformation from the sharp urbane businessman to the almost demonic monster he had first met, It could not be that simple Tommy thought. A change of wardrobe, running wet fingers through his hair then letting it dry as his fingernails were painted black, How could that make a man look like he had lost 20 pounds off an already thin frame? How could that increase the menace that almost seemed to radiate from him? Tommy knew that the businessman was the disguise though. This was the true Zeke and honestly the one that excited him more. As they walked through the corridors on the way to the back room and Zeke’s “throne” Tommy submissively trailing behind his Owner. He noticed a few men of various ages but all handsome casting resentful glances at him. “My cast offs” Zeke said ln a casually cruel voice loud enough to be heard. “They all thought they could be the one to tame me. They hate me and want me to take them again at the same time, Not one of them would refuse if I so much as crooked a finger at them even though they know I would just use them and cast them aside again. They all accepted my gift but it didn’t bring the expected returns, They only got what I promised them” A glance around showed several faces with a mix of anger, shame, jealousy and hopeless desire painted across them, “They should move on” Zeke finished with the same casual uncaring tone The words disturbed Tommy “Am I going to be like them someday? Zeke stiffened and turned, his bony hands, seizing Tommy’s face not in tender reassurance but in hard painful grasp that turned his face up forcing him to look into those glittering ice blue eyes. “They got what I promised them. What did I promise you?” he growled quietly those uncomfortable feelings rising in him confusing him. “I promised to own you, to teach you. I promised your parents to protect you. Do not EVER EVEN THINK that again. All these sluts want to be mine. YOU ARE MINE!” and once again he unwillingly meant every word. Zeke resumed his walk to his throne, Tommy trailing behind directing a friendly but slightly superior smile and anyone who looked at him with envy now. Tommy was changing almost as much as Zeke As Zeke sat Tommy stood next to him, his fresh, boy next door good looks somehow enhancing Zeke’s gauntness. At one point Zeke got up to get a closer look at a fisting scene on the other side of the room. Tommy was distracted by a boy about his age being gangbanged in the a sling and didn’t follow. A young couple in their early 20s walked past the door to the backroom glancing in and spotting Tommy/ They headed right for him “Hi, I’m Scott and this is Jay and who might you be gorgeous?” The taller one said “Tommy here: Tommy replied “Nice to meet you” the shorter Jay said with a smile “Jay wants to watch me fuck someone cute and you are cute, would you be interested?” Scott asked moving his towel aside and displaying a hefty cock of about 8 inches “I tell you what” Zeke’s cold voice came from behind them, “Why don’t I fuck your boy and if he can honestly say it’s not the best fuck he ever had you can fuck mine of course he will have to take my load but I think a chance at Tommy’s pretty ass is worth the risk, don’t you?” Scott and Jay beat a hasty retreat but Tommy noticed Jay looking back with lust in his eyes at Zeke. Oddly enough he did not feel offended at being offered up as a bargaining chip or a twinge of jealousy at Zeke’s willingness ti fuck another. For some reason the naked desire in Jay’s eyes filled him with pride, “Jay will be back” Zeke said sitting back down “He will find someone for Scott to fuck and slip out while he is busy. “That will probably break them up” Tommy said and Zeke just shrugged “It won’t be the first couple I have broken up” he said Sure enough half an hour later Jay slipped into the back room walking to Zeke who sat rubbing that vein in his cock “Do you still want to fuck me?” he asked nervously “I want to infect you” Zeke said running that finger up to circle the biohazard tattoo Jay blanched but nodded Zeke told Tommy to sit on the throne, ordered Jay to suck him and keep his ass in the air and his hands on the arm rests then rubbed his cock up and down Jay’s crack finding the hole and shoving in Jay moaned around Tommy’s cock sucking like the pro he was and pushing his ass back on Zeke’s cock as the evil, gaunt looking man gripped his hips in bony fingers and plowed him, sawing in and out, roughly slamming the head into his inner walls to prepare them for the virus he would paint them with., stretching him and making him groan which felt so good around Tommy’s cock finally making him shoot down the slut’s throat, Tommy looked up as Jay swallowed his load and saw Scott standing frozen watching his man get fucked by the man who looked like death in leather, Zeke’s frenzied flurry of thrusts ended with his balls contracting and pumping venom into Jay’s hole and Jays cock spewing cum across Tommy’s legs “Oh God” Jay said “I have never been fucked that good in my life, thank you” “Well” Zeke said with a smirk ar Scott “I guess you don't get to fuck my boy” Scott stiffened and turned to leave “Wait: Zeke said “Your boy came on my boy’s legs. Get on your knees and lick it up” “What?” Scott said “Clean up your boy’s mess” Zeke commanded Jay moved aside as Scott blushing red knelt and began to lick the cum off Tommy’s legs. Tommy raising them and turning them “Make sure you get every drop of your slut’s nasty cum off me” he said and caught a glint of approval in Zeke’s eyes When Tommy’s legs were nice and clean Zeke said “Now clean this” pointing to his cock Scott opened his mouth and took Zeke in sucking and licking every inch, then rolling his balls with his tongue before sucking them in, Finally Zeke stood Scott up and bent him over the throne exactly like he had Jay and breeding him just as deep. Jay slipping under him to sit on the throne and Scott arched his back, kissing his lover. Jay’s legs got the same treatment as Tommy's when Zeke bred Scott and he shot without touching himself. Zeke and Tommy left, the two of them still kissing, dressing and leaving the bath house. Zeke drove them to his favorite all night diner and over a huge breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes Zeke said “I was proud of you tonight Boy. You played your part perfectly. I think we made a cuck for life tonight and I got my gift into both” “Thank you Master” Tommy said smiling and glowing with pride ****** Behind Zeke’s eyes Ezekiel mentally smirked not even having to nudge for Zeke’s feelings for his Boy to grow stronger

I was on Grindr last night and I got hit on by this married guy He was 29 6’2” 150 he said he wanted a fuck buddy He just enjoyed fucking men every so often He also said he loved it raw and liked to cum inside a guy he came over and we fucked 3 times He asked if I could make it a regular at 4 on Saturdays That is when his wife and kids go out usually Also asked if I would keep it discreet We will see if next Saturday he texts me to see if he can come over All he wants to do is fuck and breed me Fine we shall see

The year was 2011 and Zeke was 18 in his first year of college. Unlike most of his contemporaries he didn’t have to worry about money. His Grandfather, who had always treated his father with contempt had bypassed his own son and left his considerable fortune to Zeke when he died several months ago sensing a kindred spirit in the boy. Zeke’s childhood had been a torment. Not because his parents had been terrible but because they were polar opposites to him in nature. His childhood had been filled with “Peace and love of your fellow ma… Do unto others… Show your softer side…” He felt like he had grown up on a PBS kids show. Only his Grandfather had understood. It’s ok to use people’s desires to your advantage. It was perfectly fine to make promises and let others read more into your words than you said. You keep your word. That was always very important, But in the end when you had what you wanted and left them in the dust they would realize keeping your word was all you had done. It was the way his Grandfather had built his fortune and people who had counted on his good will found themselves disappointed. He had taught Zeke all this during those summers spent with him while his parents were off doing god knew what helping people. Zeke had moved out of his parent’s home within a week of turning 18, He had never come out to his parents because the thought of them getting all emotional and teary eyed as they told him how they would always love him and only wanted him to be happy turned his stomach. Zeke was studying business but he also took classes in the arts, acting and dance. Things his parents had made him do as a child. He studied acting because it helped him manipulate people and he studied dance because he knew he was stunning. Tall, lean, handsome with arresting eyes. Learning to move and use his body to greater effect just made sense. It was in dance class he had met Cal. An inch shorter, two years older. blond curled, green eyed, enchanting Cal. He was innocence and wickedness all wrapped up in a body so perfect the gods were envious. When they met it was instant fireworks. For the first time in his life Zeke thought of someone else before himself. Cal insisted they take it slow, They dated for months. Walks along the river, Midnight picnics on the roof of Zeke’s apartment building watching the stars, Rainy afternoons on the couch watching movies together. Zeke was infatuated, The night they first made love, neither of them novices still somehow felt like the first time to Zeke. Cal writhed beneath him groaning and stroking his ego telling him he was the best every word perfect every move perfect the rush when they came together mind blowing. The sex got better each time and Zeke was almost crying as Cal kissed him and headed for the airport at the end of they year to go home for the summer, promising he would call when he got there. Then nothing. No call. No response to texts. Cal’s facebook showed he was fine, pictures of his summer vacation regularly appearing but no response to his messages there either. Zeke missed the first week of dance class in the new year because of a flat tire. When he walked in that 2nd week ready to demand answers from Cal the sight of him with a first year student who looked vaguely like a ginger Zeke ensconced in a corner laughing and sharing little kisses stopped him. “He did it to you too I see” A guy a year ahead of Zeke said. “I didn’t say anything when he took up with you because I was too hurt and thought maybe it was my fault but it looks like it’s a pattern for him" Zeke nodded and went to begin his stretching. To look at him the rest of the year you would never guess he knew Cal or had had his heart broken. His grades remained at the top of his class and he hooked up with many men including three of the school deans and two of his professors but it was never more than sex. Three years later he graduated and started his own firm. He didn’t need to work but the accumulation of more wealth had it’s satisfactions. Several years later he had been surprised to get a message from Cal on one of the hookup apps. He was in town with a touring show of the latest Broadway craze. They met up for coffee, Cal treating him like an old friend ignoring the fact he had ghosted Zeke. Zeke took him home. His address and top floor apartment not so subtly letting Cal know what a success he was. The sex was just as great as before and they hooked up every time Cal was in town. Cal would only play bare with “old friends” like Zeke he could trust. Zeke spoiled him, sending him flowers when he was not in town, expensive gifts, dinners in the best restaurants, Hints at a proposal coming but Zeke had other plans. He had been seeing a man who looked much like what Zeke’s demon act would come to resemble in years to come. He based it on the man. It was the only time Zeke had bottomed in his life as over a few weeks the aids troll bred him again and again. A few months later he got a call from Cal. “Zeke, baby, I don’t know how to tell you this but I am HIV positive. It must have been that stagehand in Chicago back in May” obviously forgetting that they had agreed to be monogamous in February. “It’s ok Baby, You will get through this, I love you” Zeke had replied and he did love Cal in a twisted way. Their lives could have been so different if only… “Do you Baby?” Cal said through tears. It was the first time Zeke had said those three words to him. “I will see you soon, be strong” Zeke had said as he hung up. Then he blocked Cal’s number, changed the security code on his apartment, canceled the credit card he had opened for him and threw everything Cal had left in his apartment and every picture of the two of them in the trash. When Cal’s show came back through town Zeke went to see it to keep that “See you soon” promise, He did see Cal on the stage though he looked a little haggard. He wondered if Cal guessed where the HIV had come from. Zeke soon discovered the power trip of getting guys to accept his poz seed. Cal was one of the few he ever stealthed. Those had all been special cases who deserved it like Steve. He loved using a guy’s desires to manipulate him into letting Zeke infect him. Never promising more than that then ignoring further requests for attention. He had learned that from Cal, ****** Zeke lay in bed watching the sleeping Tommy’s face, He looked a little like Cal in the curve of the cheek and the set of the eyes but the hair was different, the open, honest face not a mask as Cal’s had been. Not that after a couple months with Zeke Tommy was all sweetness and innocence. His lusts and desires met Zeke’s head on. His need for pain meeting Zeke’s desire to provide it. Far from shying away from Zeke’s evil desires to infect those who gave in to their desires. Tommy helped him. He matched the man Zeke was today perfectly. “I love you” Zeke whispered to his sleeping Boy saying those words for only the 2nd time in his life. Disturbed because they felt so different this time. ****** Hiding behind Zeke’s eyes Ezekiel was a little surprised, He had not nudged at all those words had honestly come from Zeke. With what was coming for these two they would need a strong bond but for now they could just enjoy being together, Zeke was one of his best agents and good work deserved some rewards.

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.

Whenever I have been in this situation, the event of the first fuck has always attracted enough attention that when the first guy finishes, there has always been another to slide right in. I tend to be more shy, and submissive, so the idea of me actively looking for more cock is not likely to happen. I have always been a rely on the horny tops to come take what they want, kind of guy. (Wish I were a bit more aggressive, though!!)

A hot gay ass does it for me. I've sometimes had trouble cumming when balling women. Never have that problem with guys. A bottom I used to fuck once handed me a handwritten list of his desires and preferences, which I mostly ignored, me being me. One of his preferences was "no kissing." I positioned him on the edge of the bed (his sister's bed, he was house sitting) and asked him "does no kissing mean here too" as I kissed my way up and down his fat dick. That seemed to be OK for him so I began kissing my way around his sexy bubble butt while asking "or here?" That also seemed to not be a problem for him. I then zeroed in on his hole and asked "or here?" as I worked my tongue into his ass as he moaned with pleasure. He started begging me to fuck him so I slid my cock inside him and pulled his head up and kissed him slipping my tongue, fresh from his ass, into his mouth. He went absolutely wild and came almost immediately. That set me off and I followed soon after. We became fuck buddies and he never again presented me with any lists of HIS desires.

AI images are destroying a lot of sites in my opinion. Real pics sometimes enhance the story, but fake is seriously not good. I dread where we ultimately end up.

I usually mentally relive one of the dogpile orgies I've been in. I always cum when I get to a point where I'm fucking and getting fucked, at the same time.

Good ol' Vaseline for me...it's cheap and you can buy that shit about anywhere....been in love with Vaseline since I was kid jerking off and keeping the jar under my bed!

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.

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

Chapter 14 Henrique is driving toward Henry's apartment. Marc is in the passenger seat, Keith is in the back, and Ben is lying on his lap. Ben is naked still with just a blanket on. Then he broke the silence. “So…you guys know my dad and uncle?” Ben asked “ Yeah,” said Marc “Yes. We know them” said Henrique. Keith nodded but avoided making eye contact with Ben “How do you guys know them?” Asked Ben “We work for them” said Marc “Doing what?” Asked Ben “We aren't allowed to tell you. Your dad will fill you in when he gets back tonight” said Marc “and please understand that we're just doing what we are instructed” “That's if he does come back. Do you guys know what I went through? Does my dad and uncle know what they are walking into?’ Ben Said “Again….we can't share information about that but let's just say I'm fairly confident he'll be on his way back as soon as he can. You're his precious son. You are about to get to know him in ways you never had done in your life before “ “What ARE you allowed to tell me? Let's start there. Are you all their fuck boys” asked Ben with a grin on his face. Henrique has parked the car, and then Ben said “Guys. I don't have clothes on. I don't even remember how I ended up being tortured. I thought I drove back to my uncle's after the bar…..oh wait no. Zachariah pull me over then I don't remember anything after I saw his fave” “Here. You can wear my jeans and shirt. It's not my first time going to your dad's apartment with his key. WE were told to get you cleaned up and keep you fed and hydrated so are you gonna go hop in the shower or do you need us to make you?” said Henrique with a slightly irritated tone. He's irritated bc they were enjoying their high and having fun at Aaron and Jeff, but they were asked to babysit Ben. Ben stayed silent as they rode the elevator. When they all got to Henry's penthouse Ben said “You all are scared of him and my uncle, don't you? He's not even here but you all still won't break the rules he set…… that also means…..I am indirectly your boss bc if I said anything negative about how I'm treated to my dad and uncle….” All three of them beg Keith at the same time asking Ben not to get them in trouble “Well then…..looks like I'm the boss tonight then. You three better keep me satisfied then. Start with the shower. As a matter of fact, I think I do need an assistant. Henrique. Why don't you come help me in the shower? That way I can return your clothes. Marc and Keith. I don't care much about food but I should eat. I'll eat whatever you guys make or buy.” Said Ben Marc sensed the dominant vibe from Ben. A completely different side of him. They were given strict orders not to touch him tonight. They were going to make some frozen food originally. “yeah. You know what. We totally forgot to do a food run. Keith why don't you come with me?” Marc thought about buying them some time away from Ben and prayed that the boss man would be back soon so they would be forced to break the rules. He grabbed Keith's wrist, pulling him back in the elevator with him before anyone else could get a word out. The elevator door had closed. Ben looks over to Henrique “I suppose it's me and you”. Henrique was mad because Matt and Keith left him with Ben. They were told not to touch him, nothing like the first time they met Ben a couple of weeks ago “I guess so” Henrique said. Ben slapped Henrique’s face hard and gave him an assertive look “I meant Yes Sir” said Henrique “Good. Now lead the way.. actually hang on, you know this place pretty well, don't you. Can you give me a tour?” “Yes Sir. Follow me” Ben is amazed by this penthouse apartment. He has always wondered who can afford to live in this building. He never would have guessed his dad does. Three sides of the apartment are floor-to-ceiling glass walls. It even has its own courtyard and pool. One side of the pool was all glass as well, even though they were on the 30th floor. There's also a hot tub and in one of the tents has a massage table, a fuck machine and a sling. Next to it is a side table scattered with different things to get high. There were a couple of lines of hot rail kept under a glass dome. There were rocks all over the cart and a bong. Uses needles and new ones lying around. All the ways Ben knows about. Henry has it all. Ben looked at the hot rail and signaled Henrique to come do it with him because he hadn't tried heating up the pipe himself they each did one long line and then continued their tour back to indoors. Ben grabbed a couple big rocks and picked up the bong with him. Some of the walls in this apartment are movable so some rooms can become bigger, living spaces can become smaller. It can also be configured so that only one room is accessible upon exiting the elevator. Henry's got two playrooms in addition to what's outside. One room has a fuck bench, rim chair, and a sling. All kinds of hats, whips, paddles, dildos and other toys. There's no TV but a light proof laser projector and surround sound. Ben loved everything in that room. The other playroom has a couple of cages. One for standing position and another for being on ones knees. Both have specially designed openings to restrain arms and legs apart if necessary. The lower one only locks the waist and chest, leaving the front and back open for whoever is in it. The standing one has one side against the wall with a glory hole opening. There's also this arc thing with a dildo sticking out. It's somewhat big. Like an adult see-saw and a wrestling pit that doubles up as a round bed if the top is on it. What Ben didn't know was that both rooms are equipped with AI based camera so it always know which one to use and when to zoom in to get the best shot. Ben was really turned on by everything he saw in the room. His dick is getting hard under Henrique’s jeans. He looked over to Henrique giving him a tour in his white jockstap. The reason he picked Henrique is to single him out bc it's his turn to conquer his hole. They finally got to the bathroom. It is nice and spacious and there even have waterproof restraint that can be used to tie someone to the shower or in the Jacuzzi tub one can be tied up with their wrists just outside of the tub and their legs spread in the tub. Henry's bedroom is locked so Ben has no idea what could be in that room. Ben demanded Henrique to undress him from his clothes. When Henrique took his jeans off, Ben's dick bounced out of it. Ben looking down with a smirk on his face, made Henrique a little angry bc just two weeks ago this boy was just under his command. He knew it's daddy’s son but he has done so much more and shown his dedication. If it wasn't for him giving his best to please the officers, this boy wouldn't be standing here acting so arrogant. He's older and stronger. He can pin Ben down right now and remind him once more who's in charge but if he does that. He will be put this one of those two playrooms or be sent to please Jay and Aaron like Keith was. He just has to swallow his pride for now. He opened his mouth and started sucking on Ben’s dick. Ben licked his fingers wet and reached for Henrique’s hole “Oh man. This hole. I've been dreaming about ripping it apart since I saw you two weeks ago. I thought I'd never get the chance to use it but here we are. Make sure you play with my balls too. It'll be filling you up soon enough” “Mmmm mmmmm” Henrique didn't respond. He just had his eyes closed and focus on sucking on Ben’s dick. He thought if he can get Ben to cum now then he wouldn't have to listen to Ben anymore. Unexpectedly and without warning, his mouth is filling up with Ben's piss. He opened his eyes and looked surprised bc it's always been his thing to piss in a hungry bottom's mouth. He has never drunk anyone's piss. Not even daddy had done that to him. Halfway through Ben stopped and held his piss in and demanded Henrique to turn around “You have no ideas how high they got me to be. My piss is gonna keep you high and hungry for days. Ben pushed the tip of his dick in Henrique then let out the rest of his piss in him. Henrique started feeling this face getting hot, not just warm. His hole feels like it is burning up as if someone crushed up a big rock and shoved it all in him at once. But this is even more than that because the burn not as sharp but everywhere in him “Ohhhh….fuck….” Henrique whole body heated up and started breathing harder. Ben's piss was far stronger than he had expected “fuuuck Ben. What did they do to you? Uohhnn” Henrique is in a doggie position, facing down, breathing hard and he didn't even realize that Ben had 2 fingers in him until Ben found his prostate “Ohhhh ohh” Henrique moan the Ben, rubbing on his prostate. Then more Ben does, the wider Henrique's legs get” “Is this the true you? You like to act like you are an alpha top when really. You are a power buttom, are you?” said Ben as he trusting his finger in and out Henrique. His finger also thoroughly, stirred up the piss in him. Ben slapped Henrique’s right butt cheek said ‘i asked you a question” said Ben “Yes I am….sir “ “Is this where my dad fill you up with my siblings?” “Ohhhh..yeeeas sir” “What do you say if he was here. What do you say to him?” Asked Ben “Please fuck me daddy” said Henrique “Is that all? That's all it takes?” Ben pushes his fingers deeper & makes big circular motion stirring up his chem piss in Henrique because he's about to rip his ass apart “Ohhhh ohhhh please ahhooohhh fuck me hard daddy” Ben’s concentrated chem has broke Henrique. Taken over by lust. Henrique moaned loudly and the precum created a wet spot on his jockstrap. It feels so intense that his arms started to shake “I'm not just gonna fuck you hard….” Ben pulled his finger out of Henrique's hole then stick them into his mouth, which Henrique immediately started sucking on them. Ben then put his other hand on top of the hand with his fingers in Henrique's mouth. Without lube, he shoved his dick all the way in my force all the way in Henrique's chem piss-filled hole. “I'm going to rape your ass” Overtaken by both pain and pleasure, Henrique screamed loudly but his scream didn't go anywhere with Ben's hand over his mouth. Drops of tears came out of his eyes. He was not at all prepared for Ben's dick. It's not bigger than Daddy's but it is still no easy task to take it all in at once. Ben mercilessly raping Henrique's tight hole like he said he was going to do. He loves how tight and warm Henrique's ass is. A part of him is wondering what's wrong with him. Why is he being so rough to him. That thought didn't linger for long because the thought of him fucking the same hole as his dad fueled his dick to grow even thicker and harder while he drill into Henrique over and over and over “How does it feel? How does it feel to be a slut. Here comes my load. Do you want me to breed you or feed you?” Henrique got lightheaded so Ben's words are not making sense to him at all. He can't tell if he's feeling pain or pleasure but his body wants Ben to go deeper, harder, and faster. Just when he thought Ben was about to unload a big one in him Ben stopped and pulled his cock out with a big smile on his face. “Not so fast. I think I'd like to keep that hole hungry for a little while longer. I'm gonna go take a quick shower and that tub looks nice. Get the water ready for me. Oh and go grab me a glass of water and a couple bottles of poppers. Also, something to smoke. I trust you know where they are. Oh and.. don't walk. Crawl. Henrique is trying to shake off this empty feeling in his ass and part of him also thinks something isn't right. This is nothing like the timid boy he just fucked two weeks ago. He has no choice but to obey for now Ben happens to be wondering the same thing. He doesn't quite feel like himself. It's true that he has always wanted this but he doesn't know why now and why to the people who saved him from Zachariah. His dick is still hard. Hasn't gone soft since he pulled it out of Henrique. Fuck it. He thought. He's been letting his instincts take control of his actions. He does like how nice that hole felt. He has always wanted to play a dom too. It feels great to finally be one. He got out of the shower, towel dry himself and turned on the water for the tub himself. He wonders where Henrique had gone to it shouldn't take this long. He grabbed a see-through White translucent robe hanging on the hook and started looking for Henrique. He went back into one of the playrooms and decided to look for a cock ring and maybe a harness. He quickly found a drawer full of cock rings. There has to be over 100 of them in there. He took his time trying everyone that he thought he might like until he finally found one that's not too tight and not too loose. He walked all around the apartment and couldn't find Henrique. He was gonna put some porn on but the moment he sat down, he passed out. The next thing Ben knew he saw his dad picking him up and putting him in a bed. He wanted to do something but he was so tired and just fell back to sleep. Then he heard a loud pop and woke up. ================================ *switching back the first-person point of view* I heard a pop and woke up. My head feels heavy and every part of my body is just sore AF. I was really confused about where I was. I looked out the room and saw Uncle Jerry and Dad chatting out in the living room. Initially, I thought i was still dreaming bc I had not kept in touch with Dad since him and mom separated. I never knew what happened so I compartmentalized and set him aside in my head. I couldn't help but to stare at them because both of them are wearing just briefs….oh no.. jockstraps bc I can see dad’s whole ass from where I'm standing. I honestly thought I was in a dream and that they wouldn't see me standing here [banned word] on them. IIt took me a while to catch up to the present time because my head feels like a haze. Then dad turned around “Oh hey…. you're up. How are you feeling?” Dad said “Ummmmmm…. I'm fine. My head feels a little hazy. It's not something I've ever felt before but other than that. I'm alright.” I responded “I see. Probably because I didn't know how to properly wake you up from my hypnotism so that's my bad” said dad “Wait what? I was hypnotized?” “Yes. Anyway….I think we have some catching up to do” dad said He's leaned back on the couch extended his right arm on the back of the couch, signaling me to come sit with him. He's wearing a pair of classic navy blue jockstraps and I couldn't help but to stare right at it. His bulge is huge that the jock seem like it could barely contain his dick. It mostly definitely wouldn't if he has a full hard-on. Before I could say a word, uncle Jerry stood up and started getting dressed “I'm gonna leave you two catch up, run a few errands, then I'll be back here in an hour or two” he said “Sounds good. We'll be here.” dad responded. I waved at uncle Jerry then I felt dad's hand grabbing my dick and sizing up the head of my dick and wiping off the precum from my dick. I honestly did not realize that I'm naked. I thought I had my I underwear on when I got up. “So you gonna stand there with a hard on or you gonna come sit next to me? I can offer you a third choice if you want” dad scoots his body back and spreads his legs wide apart then signals me to sit right in the middle I moved toward the middle seat. Sat down with my back straight but that didn't feel right so I turned sideway a little and said “I like sitting here but I don't know if this is a good spot to talk through.” Dad reached out and grabbed me by my chest and waist and pulled me towards him. His huge bulge now pressed up again my power back and I'm leaning back toward his right arm a little lying on his armpit. I can smell dad's body. He always smells fresh. His body is radiant heat so laying in his arm is nice, warm , and comfortable. He and I locked eyes for a brief moment then he leaned towards me and kissed me on my lips and his tongue went into my mouth circling around my tongue a couple times then he said “well….I didn't say anything about talking. Do you want to talk or do you wanna do something else first?” Dad said as his kiss the side of my neck and pinch my right nipple “Uhhh” I closed my eyes and moaned. “Is this what you wanted?” He started sliding his tongue down along my body and eventually found my left nipple and bit it lightly while his right hand continued to pinch my nipples. “I heard that you found a new side of yourself this past couple weeks” dad said then pressed his lips tightly around my left nipple and began sucking them into his mouth “Ohhhh uhh” I moaned “And you got to know your Uncle pretty well. What's on your mind? Do you want me to stop because I'm your dad?” he hand extended down to my crotch and started playing with me balls and occasionally his finger brushed over my hole lightly. Then he wipe a large amount of precum off my dick with his index finger then applied all of it right on my hole. He pressed his finger tightly but not hard enough to penetrate “Ohhhh dad” I said “I heard you have a nice pussy. Hungry, tight and warm” Dad tapped on my hole with his index and middle fingers together then moved his hand and began to stroke my cock. “I made a nice dick, didn't I?” My elbow bumped into Dad's now fully erect cock “Oh ahead. You can turn around and face it if you'd like” dad said so I turn around and dropped to me knees on the floor. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and I was right that the jock couldn't contain his dick bc his dick was sticking out by 2.5 inches. I started pull the front side of his jockstrap up and towards me then his dick fell forward toward me. His full mushroom head is now only 2 inches away from my lips. Without looking up at dad, I wrapped my lips tightly around his dick and sucking on it hard. This is the dick that made me. It wouldn't be right to give it anything but my best. I wrapped both of my hands around the base of dad’s dick. Fuck. It's so big and so thick. Even bigger than Uncle Jerry's. I was so focused on milking dad’s dick then I felt him grab the hair at the back of my head and pulled my head up and seal his lips around mine. Blow smoke hard straight down into my lungs. I felt the volume of the smoke he blew in my mouth but dad let go there was hardly any smoke left. My felt my face getting warm then dad stood up. Seeing his marbles ball hanging around his monster dick, I couldn't help but to press my tongue on his balls. “Why don't we go to my playroom?” Dad surprised me by picking me up off the floor like he used to do. He lifted me up from my armpit and I instinctively wraps legs around him like I used to do, except this was the first time doing this with his rock-hard dick pressing against my hole. “Relax” dad said. As dad walked toward the playroom, every step he took made his dick partially enter my hole then out then again and out. The entire way to the playroom I slowly sink my ass deeper and deeper onto his dick. “I love the sound of your wet pussy Ben. And look at how much precum you are leaving on my chest. Is this precum or did you ejaculate already!?” Dad asked Quite honestly, I don't even know. The only thing I know for sure is that I want this dick in me all the way. Dad knew exactly what I was trying to do, so he put me down on this chaise lounge chair and told me to lean back then he gave me a good tuck from my pelvis toward him. My hole is now facing directly at him. From the ceiling mirror. I could see my little rosebud that dad’s dick created is slowly closing up. Dad saw my rose bud too and when he saw it started closing up on him he open mouth wise covering the whole thing and I could feel the strong suction from his mouth while his tongue venturing in the opposite direction. This was something I have never felt before. It made me start moaning one whole octave higher than I typically do. I can see dad from the ceiling mirror going at my hole like a delicious meal. “Don't stop dad. It feels so good” I said “Oh yeah….you like that huh? Are you ready for this?” Dad said while pressing his dick head against my slowly retracting rosebud, sliding it in and out of it a little “do you hear your hungry wet pussy?” “Oh fuck yes dad, please fuck me. Please use my pussy” Dad walked over to a drawer and stood there for a minute then came back with an inhaler mask and said “here put this on” it is filled with cotton balls soaked in poppers. This popper didn't hit me all that hard so I started breathing in more aggressively taking long breaths while dad pumped a gulp of lube in me. The burn in my hole feels so good. I already knew what it was. Just before dad gets ready to fuck. I felt his dick getting swallowed by my hole, the popper kicks in. Fuck. I didn't expect the delay effect. It is so strong that my ears are ringing. I feel the head of dad's dick then “ehhhuuu” I gasped There Dad was, his face right in front of me and he gave me a passionate kiss. While the poopers relaxed my hole completely and gave his huge dick little to no resistance. “Dad. Did you….?” I started to asked but before I can finish my question “All the way in, Ben. Every inch of me. Don't believe me?” Dad started moving his hips, which made me gasp in a high pitch noise. I can feel my muscles being pulled and pushed in the direction that dad was moving. When he goes all the way in, his hits places no other men have. It is so intense that my arms are clenched onto Dad's neck. “Do you like that dick in you? It's what you've been dreaming about, isn't it?” Dad asked “Ohh yeah, Dad. Yeah” I could barely say a word “You ready for more?” Dad asked but before I could answer, his arms went right under and behind my knees then from the back he held onto my shoulders and picked me up. This time he held my legs apart. Almost 180 degrees. I had nowhere to hide. Every thrust is pounded balls deep against my ass. Then dad instructed me to lean backward and said he'll catch me so I did and dad did held on to me tightly. He also started fucking me harder than faster than ever. I quickly realized the reason he told me to lean back was because when I lean back, he could directly fuck my prostate. I felt an unfamiliar rush coming from inside of my hole. I felt my ass clinched for a few seconds while dad continued to fuck my prostate then all a sudden all of the tension was gone. “Ahhh Ahhhh Ahhhh” waves of my semen pumped out of my dick. I got on my face, dad's face, all over my chest and abs. Just when my body relaxed. Dad pinned me against the wall and put his mouth over mine and tongue kissed me then I could feel him grunting in my mouth while he flooded my hole with my siblings. “Fuck….Dad…..I feel so full” I Said. both of us were panting a little. Dad had a smile on his face. A kind that I have never seen before. He lean his head over to the left before I had cum on the side of his face. I licked it off his slightly scruffy face. Then he fed me 3 big scoops on my cum to me and shared the taste of my cum with me in my mouth “Ohhhh ohhhh god” I forgot Dad and I were still connected. When he slowly pulls his dick out. The muscle in my hole has tightened back up so the sensation was mixed of slight pain and pleasure and a lot of emptiness. Dad carries me and put me on a stainless steel table in the corner and pull out the rest of his dick then he grabs a handle mirror to show me my small rosebud. Dad seems to get really turned on seeing a rose bud on the bottom. I wonder if he likes that in general or if just ones he makes. He went down and rimmed mine again. “Ohhhhh god” I love that feeling. Dad didn’t do it for long. Even after my hole recovered, it still looked like I had a wide gaping hole. So much cum was dripping out of it. “Wanna go rinse off in the shower?” Dad asked. His dick is still 70-80% hard, I think. It looked so good and I just had an uncontrollable urge to blow it so I got down and started sucking on it. “I take it you love my dick?” Dad asked with a grin on his face. I nodded as my response and kept sucking. I don't know why I feel like I can't stop. “Do you want to come live with me? You can forget about going back to college. Work for me and you'll have a place of your own like this place in no time” I hesitated and said “Can I take some time to think it through when I’m sober dad?” “Yeah of course. Just imagine living here with me” dad leaned forward slide his finger up and down my hole. “This pussy of yours will always get fed”. I could feel dad spreading my butt cheeks apart then to my surprise, I felt a hard dick pressing up against my hole and quickly my cum filled hole is filled up with a hard throbbing dick. My eyes rolled back while sucking dad’s cock and I moaned. There is only one other person who can fill the void dad left. With turning around, I knew it was uncle Jerry. I look to the mirror to my left, I saw dad and uncle Jerry making out while dad pinched Uncle Jerry’s nipples and both of them are fucking me from the opposite end. I'm so lucky that all three of us are perverts in the family “How do you like that Ben?” dad asked “ahhhh love it” I responded. “I love both of your dicks “You uncle and I not only will we fuck your hole. You will lean how to cum from your hole and only to cum from your hole or nothing at all. Are you willing to commit to that for you Uncle and I?” “Fuck yes” that's the only thing on my mind at that moment. Getting off front getting fucked by dad then round 2 with Uncle. Why wouldn't I “Dad and uncle Jerry started making out again and dad started fucking my throat aggressively while holding my head in place my force. I choked several time so my face is covered in saliva but I continued to fulfill my duty to my dad and uncle. After a few minutes, dad move to behind uncle Jerry and in one push dad shoved all of his dick into Uncle Jerry's hole and pinched Uncle Jerry's nipples as hard as he could. Uncle Jerry closed his eyes to enjoy it and he was saying, “fuck yeah big brother. You gonna make me cum. Uncle Jerry stop moving as much but his dick is still rock hard in me then when dad started grunting, Uncle Jerry shot a tone of load in me. I could feel his cum in my inner rectum. That must be what Dad was talking about. Cumming with my hole only. Uncle Jerry slowly pull his dick out then immediately got down to clean dad’s dick. Dad instructed me to raise my ass up high so he could rim me. To my surprise, dad didn't just rim. He was sucking on my hole, getting Uncle Jerry's and probably some of his as well out of my hole then they made out with each other's sharing The cum in their mouth then uncle Jerry put his ass in my face and I knew exactly what they expected from me. I sucked dad's cum out of Uncle Jerry as he pushed his hole open for me. Then they both move towards me and signal me to stand up. I attempted to suck both their dick but for how big they both are, I only could lick their dick briefly. Then the 3 of us made out for a while. Before we finally went to take a shower. It feels wrong to even think about it but I want to be a cum dump to my dad and my uncle. I don’t want to be treated like a son or nephew, I want to be a hole available for them to use 24/7

“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?

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.

I slowly opened my eyes…it was early on Saturday morning. I was laying buck naked on my queen size bed, with a raging hard on and feeling horny as hell. I remember I had been dreaming about trying my first group sex fun as a total hungry and slutty bottom, and in my dream, I had been given my first ever slam of meth. Sure, I had read about it…hell…I had even watched a lot of videos showing guys being slammed then getting really horny. Sadly, so many of the videos seemed to stop as the guy was rushing and did not continue to show what happened next. I am sure that the ensuing fun would have been nothing short of wild. That is why I really liked reading the PnP stories online. Sure, I love the graphics of porn, but also when reading something my imagination lets me get very graphic and imaginative. I guess that’s why when I read stories by author ‘Ben Dover’, I was completely hooked! I also LOVE reading the stories on NKP and find that site a major turn-on! So, this particular morning, I got up and sat in front of my computer, stroking my hard-on and seeing precum glistening at the end of my mushroom type head on my 9x6 cut cock and opened up NKP. I was desperately hoping to find a hook-up to experience the same kind of fucking and play that I had read on that Amazon story. When I opened NKP there were a lot of guys online, and one immediately caught my eye. He described himself as an ‘angry top’ but said he was not so much angry, just more into totally owning a hot bottom hole and spending many hours exploring, rimming and fucking a hungry hole. I had my ‘role/position’ listed as just that…’hungry hole’. Well, that would be a great match, me craving and desiring…no full-on lusting after a guy who would basically worship my hole the way I want to also take care of his needs! His profile said he was into rimming, fucking, toys, fisting, slamming and pretty much anything goes. The part which really made me hard after reading all that, was his comment that aid he loves to train newbies! As I was reading all this, I got so horny that I involuntarily blew my load…a huge load, stream after stream of white-hot sticky cum, making a hell of a mess. I grabbed a towel and cleaned up as much as I could, left his profile open and headed for the shower. As I was washing myself all over, I also douched and stayed semi hard as all I could think about was the guy on NKP and how hard and horny his profile made me feel. I got out of the shower and dried off in front of the mirror. I am not too shabby. I am about to turn 40, I would probably be described as an ‘otter’ as I have chest and leg hair, and a little hair covering my butt. I keep my nut sac cleanshaven as it heightens pleasure, and I have reasonable abs and would be classed as toned. I am 173cm tall, so about 5’8” and weigh in at around 75kg, so about 165lbs. I have light brown/blondish hair and blue eyes, and olive skin with a little tan. As I dry off my mind drift back to the open NKP profile on my computer and my cock begins to once again get hard. I fully dry off and head to the kitchen, grab myself a hot coffee and head back to my computer…my cock standing to attention the entire time. When I sit at my desk I swallow as I see new mail, and it is from the hot guy I have been looking at! I opened the message, and it said hey Mr, how is your morning? Being a little coy, but not overly shy, I responded with hi, I am horny as hell…how are you? And within a minute there was a reply, yes, same! Are you interested in playing today at all? I gulped. I took a little time to process his reply and had a few mouthfuls of my coffee to take time to collect my thoughts as to how I would respond. I replied back, I am very keen, and I love what your profile says you are into but am a complete novice when it comes to most of ‘what you like’ to do. I really like the way you say you like to train newbies. I have not partied, nor been fisted etc but it does intrigue me. And to be honest it really turns me on. He replied pretty well straight away and asked me if I know what it meant to be slammed. I quickly gulped another mouthful of coffee and replied yes, I knew and am nervously keen to try it. He then replied that when you slam, it makes you really horny for many hours, and you may even want another one. He then asked me if I was free all day and through to tomorrow night, as he would love to be my first and to train me in what it I like to be slammed and then have my hole worked over. He then mentioned he has a sling, and also a large assortment of toys. I went to take another gulp of coffee, but it was all gone. I read his reply again and said to him that I was all washed out and ready to play, and that his reply made me feel so horny. I told him I was actually free till Tuesday, as I had a long weekend off work. Whereabouts was he? He replied with his address and said I could come right over, and he would take things slow and if there was anything I wasn’t happy about to just tell him. Something about his manner put me at ease somewhat, and my cock was rock hard and once again oozing precum. He lived only about 15 minutes away, so I replied and said that I could be there in 15 minutes if that was ok. I immediately got a reply, for sure, see you soon…just park in the driveway. I quickly replied ok I am on my way, then I shut down my computer, threw on some board shorts and a singlet, grabbed my phone and keys and headed out the door. I was definitely nervous about what was about to happen, but that was reduced by my throbbing cock trying to bust out of my shorts! I had noticed that his profile said he was undetectable, as was I so I had no issues with playing bareback. In fact it is the only way I play. Before I knew it I was at his house, a nice place set back slightly from the road with a couple of trees out the front and nice manicured gardens. I did as he suggested and parked in the driveway. I got out of the car and repositioned my till hard cock in my shorts, trying hard to conceal my excitement. I locked the car and walked up to the front door, which was slightly ajar. I knocked and called out hello and heard him answer saying come on in and close the door behind you. I did so, and as I turned around, I saw him come around the corner, totally naked with a beautiful thick long hard cock, and he was wearing a black leather harness. He was every bit as hot in person as his profile pic. Hi I am Colton….I said hey man I am Jonas. Wow you are hot! And he said I think you are too, but would be a lot hotter naked! I took his cue and immediately stripped off, releasing my throbbing cock from the constraints of my shorts. He whistled….nice! Grab your things and follow me. I did so and walked around the corner and into his playroom. He showed me where to put my clothes then said before we do anything I HAVE to taste your hole…he told me to bend over and spread my cheeks and instantly his tongue was exploring my clean, pink pucker. I already sensed then that this was going to be a great time! After a couple of minutes he said you need to get in the sling, but first just suck me for a few minutes. I dropped to my knees and took his hard cock in my mouth, savouring the clean taste, and how warm his throbbing cock was as I then took him all the way down my throat. As I was sucking him, he said shortly we will get you into the sling, then I will prep you for your first slam. We need to slam straight away as it will make us super horny and piggy for many hours. I nodded as I continued to suck him balls deep. After a couple of minutes, and me tasting his salty and delicious precum, he slowly pushed my off his swollen cock and told me to get into the sling. I walked over to it, and he held it as I lay back in it. I looked up and saw there was a full-length mirror above the sling, so I could literally watch myself being used! He helped me put my ankles in the stirrup, which made my legs spread wide and up and back, and he said to slightly lift myself and slide my ass just off the edge of the sling so he could have full access to my hole. All of this made the precum ooze from my hard engorged throbbing cock and drip down in a long thread. He did not miss a trick and engulfed my cock with his hot wet mouth, slurping off all the precum. I nearly came right there and then! He then stood up and walked around to my right arm. He said I am going to put this band on your arm then look for a vein. He did so and found one straight away and swabbed it with an alcohol swab. Next, I will insert the needle then draw the plunger back to make sure I am in your vein, it should flash red. Once that happens, I will remove the band and press the contents into your vein, and then remove the needle and give you a tissue to press against the site. Then hold your arm up, this reduces bruising. As he proceeded to do all as he discussed, inserting the needle and getting the flash etc, he said that right about when I lift my arm, it should hit and I may feel I need to cough, and it may feel hard to breathe, try to not fight it but try and relax and breathe through it and then I will feel amazing. As he finished telling me that I was raising my arm up with the tissue as he had instructed. I still didn’t feel anything. All of a sudden, I got like a chemical type taste in the back of my throat which made cough, and then I felt tightness of breath and focused on what Colton had said, and relaxed my breathing. I felt a warmth hit me, and waves of intense pleasure course through my entire body. My cock felt incredible, and I looked down and was amazed to see that it had shrunk, just like I had read about, and yet cum was spurting from my soft cock. I was vaguely aware of Colton coughing, as he too slammed straight away. The next thing I felt was lube being smeared on my hole and Colton’s hard thick cock pressing into me. This only heightened the waves and ripples of pleasure and more cum spurted and oozed out of my soft cock as he fucked me balls deep. I was taking all of him straight away, and the way he was grunting I could tell that he too was going to cum and must be feeling as amazing as I was! He moaned and blew stream after stream of cum in my guts, and I was moaning and poking out my tongue, eyes wide and riding these ripples of intense bliss taking over my body. He pulled out and immediately dropped down and inserted his tongue deep in my hole and began an intense and focused devouring of my now loosened and super hungry hole. I had never felt a rimming so intense! His cock was still hard as a rock, and every now and then he would stand up and fuck me balls deep again then drop back down and slurp on my hole. The entire time my hole was just craving more and more, and his twirling tongue exploring deep inside just added to my desire for more, something bigger. He sensed this as I was pushing my hole out onto his tongue to try and get more. He stood up and grabbed a big toy. He asked me if I wanted more and all I could do was moan and nod. He lubed up the big toy which had a bulbous head on it, and put it at the entrance of my hole. With one hand he held some poppers to my nose and I instinctively snorted, the biggest longest snort I think I had ever done. He told me to hold it in as he took a hit then put the bottle down. Exhale slut! I did as I was told and the rush hit me! My hole became everything to me…all I could feel was ripples and waves of pleasure as I heard Colton tell me to take deep breaths and relax. Somehow in my fog of pleasure I complied, and felt my hole just open up. He felt it and applied pressure to the big toy as it began sliding into my hungry fuck tunnel. The more he ushed, ever so slowly, my hole rippled with more pleasure and I could feel the walls of my velvety tunnel open up even more and welcome this big invader deeper into me. I felt it slide through my ring and into beyond, and then Colton began pulling it back out. Once again I was feeling immense waves of pleasure. The poppers high was great, and it also heightened the rush and the ensuing high from the slam. Colton kept encouraging me, saying you good pig, wow what a hungry slut, deep breaths and relax you pig….I now knew what the term being in pig heaven meant. Every few minutes I felt another wave as the Tina was coursing through my body, and each time my body just relaxed and rode the wave. Colton was fully reading my body and took every advantage, making my hole loosen up by the minute. As he fucked me with precision and being relentless with the toy, he said you have now experienced your first slam, now time for your first booty bump which will keep you flying for a few hours until I slam you again. He slowly pulled the toy out, and then he put more lube on it and then coated it in 3 points of crushed up Tina. Then he slid it all the way back into my hungry hole. Instantly I felt a burning sensation, and it increased. I said to him it was really burning, and he leaned down and took my soft cock in his mouth which instantly distracted me. Then I felt the burning begin to subside and then an insatiable hunger start to build from deep withing my hole. I then started to get more waves of pleasure take over my body and my hole was now so hungry. Colton removed the toy, then held the poppers under my nose again and told me to take big hits. He gave me four, then lubed up his hand. The poppers rush hit and magnified the tina rush and waves of pleasure which were still rippling through me. Colton pressed his hand against my hungry craving and now quite sloppy hole. I arched my back in the sling, trying to get his hand into my insatiable fuck chute. He pressed more, and I felt the walls of my hole accommodate his hand and begin to relax with more waves of pleasure as I felt him slide deep into my very being. I was staring into his eyes, moaning and my tongue was just hanging out and as he went deeper all I could do was whimper and nod. The pleasure was so intense that cum was just constantly oozing from my cock. The booty bump on top of the slam, combined with the poppers had given me the ability to become a far hungrier slutty pig bottom than I had ever imagined. Colton then slowly withdrew his fist, and pulled it right out. He chuckled at the look on my face which showed him that I needed my hole to take more. He said to me we have all day and night, we can pace ourselves. Besides I think I need your tongue to explore my hole now. With that he helped me out of the sling and laid me on my back on the bed. He then climbed on top of me in a 69 position and lowered his hole onto my tongue. A hole never looked so good and I buried my tongue deep in his waiting hole. I then lifted my legs up and he pinned them back and buried his tongue deep in me. We feverishly ate out each other for about an hour, slurping, probing, twirling the tips of our tongues around in each other…then while I continued my onslaught of his hole with my tongue he started to work a toy back into my hole. He said we need to keep you nice and loose so we can open you up even more. Have you ever been tag-team fucked Jonas? I heard him and responded by moaning and burying my tongue even deeper into his now also loosened hole. He chuckled and said I guess that means you would like that…I removed my tongue for a second to reply yes please…almost yelling in excitement. I would love cum oozing out my hole and then more fucked into me!

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A no nonsense horny topman that is aggressive and knows how to seduce his way into your hole and wont take no for an answer and never pulls out to breed!

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This genre of writing isn't my thing. In general, I think images that are discordant or conflict with what I imagine from reading a piece of writing ruin the experience for me. Since everyone's imagination is different, using images just invites readers to get hung up on how the images don't match what you see from reading the story. Layer on top of that the inauthentic and clearly unreal images from Generative AI and it's even more jarring for me. When I see a story or a post with these kinds of AI images I actively avoid reading them for those reasons.

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

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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!

Making of a Whore I am a 28 bi curious guy. I am 5'8, Caucasian with some Asian medium/thin build with a smooth body. I live in a big city on the west coast and have always been curious about having sex with men. My main way to explore is to book massage session with gay masseurs especially those who offer full body sensual massage. The first time i booked a massage it was about 6 years ago and it was from an ad i saw in a local street newspaper. It said M2M Hot Oil Massage. It sounded hot so i called and set up an appointment for 8pm. I go there and his apartment was dimly lit and he led me into the massage room that was nicely lit with candles. He has soothing music playing in the background. He was an older Caucasian man in his early 50's medium build and a bit on the feminine side. He had on a spandex brief. He told me he would step outside and to get on the table. I nervously took all my clothes and laid face down on the massage table. He came in and asked me if i had any areas of soreness or that i wanted him to focus on. I told him my lower back as i have an office job. He proceeded to put hot oil on my skin with his hands on my back. It felt good and so relaxing. He slowly worked on my shoulders and back. Then he got to my lower back and started down towards my buttocks. He massaged them and slowly worked my globes. He poured oil on my butt and in the crevice that led to my hole. I winced as it was hot but it also felt good. He used his fingers to rub between my cheeks and run over my hole and then to my balls. I was rock hard right now. He rubbed more oil on my legs and feet and ran his hands slowly and softly on the inside of my leg and slipped it under where my leg and butt meet. OMG it felt amazing. He expertly teased and rubbed my inner thigh making me breath hard and leak a lot of precum. He would continue his rubbing and touching and then focused on my hole and balls. He poured more hot oil on them and teased my hole and massaged my balls. Then he slipped his hand under my balls and grabbed my cock. I instantly lifted my waist off the table giving him more access to my cock. It was so hard and wet with precum and oil. He then would massage my cock and balls making me leak precum and I was on the verge. If you have never had anyone massage your cock and pull it all the way back towards your feet you are missing out. You can feel your cock being stretched when someone is pulling it back and thats just was he did. Pulling it back with one hand and letting it go and slap his other hand which teased the head of my cock. Over and over i was moaning so loudly. He could tell so he gently let go of my cock putting it on the table and pressing my back to go down on the table flat. He then proceeded to resume a regular therapeutic massage with intermittent sensual massage strokes by massing my inner thigh which drove me crazy and running his fingers over my whole. This would go on for the next 30 minutes massaging me and edging me. He had me finally flip over on my back and my cock stood up hard. He smiles and slowly oiled my chest stomach and legs. He massaged around my cock and once in a while he would run his fingers over it and brush it making me throb. He went back to my chest and went to my nipples and teased and circled them. I had ok nipples but they were small. He massaged around them and slowly teased them brushing up on them. Then he put hot oil on them and i let out a gasp as it was hot but it felt good at least my cock was saying so. He then took my nipples in his fingers and massaged and manipulated them in a way that felt like electricity going through my whole body. My cock was throbbing and leaking out precum constantly. He would also do this thing where he would push down and massage right around the nipple and then twist them which make me groan loudly in pleasure. He then slowly worked my legs and feet. Whenever he did therapeutic massage it made me relax more, calm down and not have a total hard on. After finishing my feet i almost dozed off and felt him work his way back up the inner part of my leg and then back up to my inner thigh, rubbing it that sensual say that made my cock get hard again. He then took my cock in his hand and slowly teased the head with his nails and tips of his fingers then wrapped his fingers strongly around my base and massaged it in a counter turning motion. At this point i was moaning loudly, it felt so good. As i got to the edge he would slow down and then just hold my cock in one hand but not massage it until my breathing calmed down but while my cock was still somewhat hard. His other hand would massage my check and stomach. When he started up again he would slowly massage and tease my cock, balls and nips bringing me back again. Each time my cock throbbed harder and seemed to leak more precum. On the third time he told me to relax and breath slowly. He started by slowly teasing and lightly touching my cock and massaging my groin area. He would then work his way up to my chest and tease and pull on my nipples. He did this for what seemed like 10 minutes keeping me on edge. My cock was hard and would throbbed when he pulled my nips or teased my cock. Then he told me to relax and just breathe slowly. I tried to focus and do that but I was so horny it was difficult. He then held my cock in his hands and lightly and very very slowly massaged it. My breathing started to get harder and he kept telling me in his soft soothing voice to relax and not to tense up. He told me to just let it go and relax and thats what i did. I had the most relaxing orgasm i have ever had. Spurt after spurt of hot cum spilled out of my hard cock. I was so aroused and relaxed it almost ooozed out of my cock. I could feel it going thru my penis and comind out of my hole. It was incredible. I think i shot 8 times while he just in the same speed and light pressure stroked my cock . Cum was all over my chest and stomach. He smiled at me and licked it all up and then kissed me. It was the first time i kissed a man like that and then he gave me his tongue and all my cum. I swallowed and kissed him back our tongues intertwined in each other. He pulled back and said thank you and told me if i wanted to shower the towels were hanging up. It was that my first experience i knew i needed to explore more.... (More to come and yes breeding)

Mike was angry, Mike was hurt, Mike was very very drunk. He wanted to lash out. He wanted to be the one using somebody. He wanted someone in his bed who was HIS. Mike had arrived home from a tattoo trade show earlier that day to find his lover of the last five years had left him going back home to his parents, his church and his miserable closeted life. Now he sat in front of his computer on that bareback site updating and rewriting. He had kept the profile all those years, occasionally checking it for amusement to see if anyone had “pinged” him but never replying. It had been his Ex who had cheated getting charged up and passing it on to Mike one of the rare times he had topped Mike. They had gotten through it and Mike had forgiven him even coming to be turned on by his status and now a year later the little slut was gone. Mike updated his pictures showing off his physique and that picture his Ex had loved of his hardening cock struggling to escape a leather thong leaving no doubt to the size and girth of his member then he read the text: Me 31 years old 6 foot 3 inches tall 219 lbs. POZ unmedicated - Toxic 10 ½ inches pierced and cut Semi hairy Single You Under 25 over 18 5 foot 9 or shorter In shape great ass a must NEG Cock size unimportant Smooth Single Giving the right man the opportunity to be bent over at least once a day for the rest of his life and have my cock shoved into him. A submissive nature is a must. To qualify you must agree to always let me cum inside you and to submit to sex when it is demanded of you after a discussion of limits and rules. Oh yeah and you have to marry me before any of this. Satisfied Mike hit the “Save Changes” button, the anger, hurt and alcohol conspiring to make this seem like a good idea then he stumbled off to bed to sleep and forget for a while leaving the computer on as message dings started rolling in. *************************** Hey guys this is my first attempt at a story here let me know if you want more

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

Sounds like a great deal to me. Multiple guaranteed loads every week -awesome!

I love kissing. Sex is always better with a man who likes to kiss. When a top shoves his tongue in my mouth it's a preview to him shoving his cock in my mouth or my ass. I like to think I'm a good kisser and that my skill as a kisser is a preview of my skill as a cocksucker. Once I've been bred, I have an intense need to be kissed. I could care less about getting off. I just want to get kissed while we bask in the after glow of his orgasm and his seed in my hole. I've been in a group where another bottom and I have kissed while our tops take turns fucking us. It's such a special bond between a pair of bottoms.

Fuck Water is amazing

Do I want to be pregnant, NO, but do I want men to put their DNA inside me, YES, as deep as possible and mix it well with the other DNA given to me. It’s very flattering and I welcome repeat breedings to guarantee you have added your viral load in as direct a way as is possible into my bloodstream. Thank you, it feels great

I do hope that people realize that tampering with a condom that results in the spread of an STD can result in civil prosecution. Now can you find a criminal prosecutor willing to take someone to trial for deliberately spreading HIV? Yes you can. So what makes guys think, even if it's a fantasy, that tampering with a condom might not have legal ramifications? Hey I don't like condoms, I don't know anyone who enjoys using them. But would I tamper with one, and risk my liberty? I don't think so. Maybe I am in the "fantasy" portion of this Forum, and I have many times posted in the wrong areas and had to apologize, but really - you wanna risk tampering with a condom and infecting someone with one STD or another?? Not me! You guys go for it - but I'm out!

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…

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.

Excellent response!!!

You almost nailed it. Here's the next chapter in point form. -went back to in-laws and passed out on his good scotch in their wreck room. - wife angrily woke me! -changed into running shorts and deep cut muscle shirt to get out for fresh air to clear my hangover headache. -In-laws watching with hate in their eyes as I run out the door. -ran the opposite direction from his house loosing track of my turns. -found myself in front of his house anyway. -found him naked in the hot tub -stripped off and joined him . -tried to convince him and myself the 'April Fools Joke' was his trying to convince me he was toxic poz. -fucked away what was left of the morning of April 1. -neighbour's watching, one filming. I'm told he posts on Twitter, but from too far to see faces. - we finally move inside and I'm fucked in front of huge screen TV. It's the neighbour's Twitter feed with closeups of our faces, he's upgraded his equipment. Sound even captures me mocking 'Poz my straight ass. ' - just after I'm bred my fifth load the clock strikes noon. -I insist he must tell me the truth now. -poz and highly toxic while on a meds vacation. - I run off in only my shorts. -Stop at the In-laws only for car keys and my wallet. I'm thankful wife and I don't share bank accounts or credit cards as I hit the road traveling west to who knows where. Thanks for all the likes guys. I really get off on writing this stuff and your encouragement. Happy bb fucking!

Pt 2 Colton then moved off my penetrating probing tongue, and said go wash up Jonas, I will see if I can contact some of my hung mates and spice things up a bit. On your way to the shower grab a bottle of water and gulp it down, we need to stay hydrated. I didn’t hesitate and replied ‘cool’ as I headed to the bathroom. I gulped down the chilled water in seconds. This hook up was just getting better and better! I stood under the jets of hot water and just soaked up the pleasure that each little stream was giving my drug sensitised pores… I washed myself from head to toe, lathering up with the Nivea men’s body wash in the shower recess. I thoroughly rinsed off, and removed the shower rose and used the hose to fully rinse out…then some of the lube off the shelf and a conveniently placed long toy to fuck myself for a bit, then douched again for good measure. I once again stood under the jets of hot water and gave myself a really good rinse. I was squeaky clean all over, and the heat of the shower was making my veins pop out nicely. Just looking at my nice plump veins made my soft cock stir and my hole twitch involuntarily. The expectation of another slam entering my primed-up veins was getting me excited and curious as to what Colton had planned next. I towelled myself dry with the thick plush towel supplied, and loved the sensation on my skin. I was so wired that every pore on my body was lustfully excited just with the mere touch of the soft towel. Once I was fully dry, I left the towel in the bathroom area and walked back into the playroom. I grabbed and then quickly gulped down another bottle of water on my way into the playroom. Colton was nowhere to be seen. On the wall in the playroom there was a whiteboard, and he had written instructions to me on the board. It said to go over to the sling. Next to the sling is a stand with several items on it. Take the blue Viagra pill, the other pill which is MDMA, and swallow them with the drink set out for you in the glass which also contains G. Then grab the blindfold and get into the sling. Lay back and place your feet into the sling stirrups, and then attach the blindfold. I will be there momentarily. I followed all the instructions on the board to the letter. As I completed the last task of attaching the blindfold, I could hear voices approaching. The G was so good it was already starting to kick in. I began slightly squirming around in the sling, and heard Colton close now, saying see, I told you he is a pig, ripe for us to own. I heard at least two other voices chime in and say right on, and cool man… As I was going into a G haze, I felt my cock starting to grow and could hear their voices in the background. The sounded almost muffled, but I could hear every word like it was in slow motion. Colton was saying you boys slam up, and I will give Jonas here another decent hit. He took a slam first, then I gave him a .3 booty bump which I inserted on the end of a toy... getting it deep inside the slut. I’ll hit him with another .3 but in a slam. I will drop the head of the sling down a bit so you boys can have at him each end, while I film this onto livestream, cool? Both the guys said ‘Cool’ back in unison. Colton said BTW boys, yours are both .3’s, I know you are such horned up tops and I love the way you both get rock hard on a big hit. Jonas is going to get the fucking of his life…oh yeah, there’s also some nice fresh strong poppers in the inhaler mask for him if you want to tweak him up some more just hold the mask over his face whenever you want, and there’s some on a stand each side for you guys next to the bottles of lube… shall we begin the owning of this amazing slut hole?

Jarrod. Finally got up got dressed and snuck out of Hatcher’s house. He went to his place. Showered and tried to figure out what to do next. He decided to sleep off the rest of what he drank and smoked. A few days later Hatcher saw Jarrod and went to talk to him. “Jarrod, what happened the other day is in the past.” “I was surprised when you came on to me.” Making it seem that Jarrod made the first move. Jarrod looking puzzled. “I came on to you?” “Yes you did.” Hatcher answered. “Between drinking, the smoking and you being very upset about your breakup, it makes sense.” “I was comforting you.” “Next thing I know we’re naked and I’m inside of you.” “Which surprised us both.” “I’m sorry if I hurt or upset you in anyway.” “It was my fault.” “I guess I must have led you on.” “I apologize.” Jarrod said. ”Why don’t you come over later?” “I’ll fix us dinner.” “And we’ll forget about what happened.” Hatcher offered. Jarrod agreed. Later that night. Jarrod showed up around 730PM Hatcher gave him a drink. And lit up the pipe. Both smoke and drank. Had dinner. Then Jarrod being a lightweight when it came to drinking felt dizzy and high. Hatcher once again started massaging the young man. Getting him to take off his shirt and pants. Got Jarrod into his bed and started rubbing his back and ass. Hatcher stopped to take off his clothes. Turned on the cameras to record his fucking of the straight guy. Hatcher felt Jarrod’s dick getting hard. Turned him on his back and started sucking him. “You like that?” Hatcher asked. Jarrod “yes” he whispered. Hatcher stopped sucking. Went over to Jarrod. Placed his dick by the young man’s mouth who try to resist. But Hatcher held the young man’s head towards his dick and forced it into Jarrod’s mouth. Who had no choice but to start sucking. He now knew that Hatcher had lied to him but couldn’t fight him off because he was too weak to do so. Hatcher removed his dick from Jarrod’s mouth and went over and slowly started fucking him. “Oh” Jarrod moaned. Hatcher smiled an evil smile and kept fucking him. Hatcher decided to finish off inside him doggie style. “Oh fuck!” “I’m going to cum!” With that he shot deep inside the young man’s ass. Hatcher got up stopped the live stream. “Don’t get up.” “I’ll be back in a second.” Then left. Jarrod went to get up realizing his clothes were in the living room knew he was in no condition to fight with Hatcher. Hatcher came back. But he wasn’t alone. He had a few friends who wanted to fuck Jarrod. Three men who were in there 50’s and wanted a piece of that straight ass. Unfortunately for Jarrod to get out of there he would have to take their loads and it was recorded that he couldn’t say that he was forced into it. Jarrod at that point knew he had no choice and started sucking, jerking and taking dicks in his ass while still smoking “T” before, during and after.

I snuck out of my bedroom and out of the house arriving at Ahmed’s nondescript house just before 9pm. I knocked on the door and heard him call out ‘doors open slut, come on in’. As I pushed the door open and walked down the hallway I could hear two voices coming from the living room. As I rounded the corner an incredible sight greeted me. Ahmed massive muscular body was sprawled naked on the couch, a barely legal looking teen was between his legs wearing only a pair of bikini briefs. His tongue cautiously licking at Ahmed’s massive balls with a grimace on his face. ‘Come in Ben, this homeless fuck is just earning his dinner’ Ahmed called out. I looked at the 18 year old teen closer. He appeared to be a typical tatted skater boy who was down on his luck. The teen looked at me and tried to avoid my eyes. “If you’re busy, I can come back later” I stammered. “Don’t be stupid fag, we can talk whilst he services me” he replied. Ahmed turned to face the skater boy. “Make sure you get it covered in spit, you aren’t getting any lube when this goes up your arse”. “Please don’t make me do this in front of him” the skater pleaded. “Shut the fuck up and get on my cock”. I watched transfixed as the skater lowered his briefs, shyly trying to hide his growing cock. He went to straddle the muscular Arab on the couch. “FACE HIM!” Ahmed bellowed. The skater whimpered but did as he was told and turned to face me. “Lift your balls and give him a show” Ahmed ordered. I watched as the skater lifted his cock and balls to show me the thick brown Arab cobra line up with his tight teen hole. “Fuck yourself on it” Ahmed ordered. The teen took a deep breath and started to slide down the thick baseball bat sized cock. Tears started to stream down his face, from the pain or the humiliation I will never know. It took him about 3 mins to work his tight hole down to Ahmed’s balls. The teens stomach was distended showing the mammoth 11”cock deep inside him. After another minute of so he started to lift and lower himself on the baton, fucking himself on the thick Arab pole. Ahmed for all this display sat calmly on the couch, whilst the red faced teen did all the work trying to get Ahmed to climax so he could be done and get out of there. Ahmed turned back to me “I want to speak to you about your brother, I have seen him around school and want to get to know him better”. “My brother?” “Yes, I want to fuck him and you’re going to help me” he replied. I couldn’t believe Ahmed was interested in Jake. Jake was my younger brother, having only just turned 18. But Jake had been born deaf and mute. Despite these handicaps he had excelled at school and was on the swim team. This had given him an incredible body and a perky ass. “Please leave him out of this” I pleaded. “If you don’t help me, I’ll out you as the Poz slut you are too the whole school” I slumped, knowing that I didn’t have a way out of this. At this moment, Ahmed grabbed the hips of the teen riding his cock and slammed him all the way down to his balls. I watched as Ahmed’s balls tensed up and began to pump load of hot Arab cum into the obscenely stretched skater boys ass. “Noooo!!” The teen shouted when he realised that thick loads of cum were being pumped into his fertile body “You promised you wouldn’t cum in me!”. “I lied” Ahmed replied as he shoved the still shocked teen off his cock and on the floor. The shell shocked teen was still shaking on the floor when Ahmed got up, threw $20 at him and a bunch of tissues. “Get yourself something to eat slut, and wipe up your bleeding hole before you stain my carpet. Now get the fuck out of my house”. The sniffling teen tried to plug his ruined hole with the tissues and mop up the torrent of thick cum dripping down his leg. As he shuffled to the door Ahmed went to show him out. “I hope you are on PrEP bitch, otherwise my Poz babies are going to be with you for life” Ahmed gloated. I saw the teens eyes go wide, as the door slammed in his face. Ahmed turned to me. “This time next week, I’m going to be balls deep in your brother”.

After my first experience with that massage therapist i went back several times. He expanded the massage sessions mainly to sensual massage and in some sessions came 2 times. But it was mainly around sensual touch and little playing with my hole. And after a while i wanted to explore anal massage. I looked in the local gay magazine and in the back there were massage ads along with escort ads. There was one who stood out. He did full body massage and he was pretty hot. I called him to set up an appointment for the following week. I arrived at his apartment at around 8p and went in. The massage table was in the middle of his living room. He asked if i need to use the bathroom before the massage and i said no. I took off my clothes and he stayed in the room watching me. I could feel his eyes on me. He was a stud. He was about 6ft and a slim but muscular build. I noticed he also had paintings of nude men on the wall. I got on the table and he started to put oil and massage me. His technique was good and his pressure was stronger than the other masseur. He started on my shoulders and worked down my back to my legs and feet then back up. While he was standing near the bottom of the table he started to massage my buttocks and give them a good therapeutic working over, then he would do a motion that would spread it and show my hole and he would breathe in. It felt good. He then took some oil and rubbed around my hole and on the hole very lightly almost teasing it. He then moved to where my head was and rubbed from my shoulders down. I could feel his bulge pushing up against my head. It felt thick and huge. He then reached and grabbed hold of my butt and massaged it hard and again separated my cheeks and teased my hole. He even poked a finger in a little and pulled my butt off a bit of the table. I groaned. He then went to the bottom of the table and climbed on the table. He pushed his knee right into my perineum area. I pushed back to make sure it was snug tight. He then proceeded to massage my back and then again work my butt and tease my hole. At that point i felt him lay down on me. I thought this was odd but I was excited. He lay on me and massaged the side of my body almost in a caressing way. I felt his bulge through his underwear. He then sat up and massaged me while kind of sitting on me in a way where his cock was touching my hand. I opened it more and he adjusted and landed it right in there. I grabbed it and started to massage his huge cock. He then started to massage my butt and balls and play with my hole. I was in heaven moaning so much. Abruptly he got off the table and I was like what the heck. Then I figured out was he was doing. He stripped naked. He climbed back on the table and lay on me but I felt his huge cock in between my cheeks. He again stroked my body. I couldn't help but when I felt his cock between my cheeks I spread my legs more on the table to give him more room. He took that as a sign to enter and started rubbing the head of his cock against my hole. I was so horny i pushed back. I wanted him but knew as I have never had a man fuck me there was no way I could take it. He was about 8" and thick. He then started to finger me and found out how tight i was and knew I couldn't take him without some prep. He then leaned in and started licking my hole. I never had that happen before but it felt good. I moaned and he leaned in and started eating me out. OMG my eyes rolled back into my head and i moaned really loud. He just held me there and ate me for what seemed like at least 10 minutes. Slowly he started fingering me between eating me and he finally got 3 fingers in me. He said he wanted to fuck me bad and I asked him if he had condoms. He said yes and got a condom and came back and put it on. He then put my legs on his shoulders and slowly stuck his cock in me. I winced as he was thick. He pushed in slowly but i groaned as it hurt like hell. He kept pushing until he was completely in me. He stopped and let me get used to his cock being in me. Slowly he moved in and out and short slow stokes. He looked into my eyes and saw it still hurt. He leaned in and started kissing me and told me to relax. Having been my first time it hurt and it was hard to relax. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply and tried to relax. Slowly the pain subsided and he hit a spot in me that felt amazing and also made me want to pee. My wincing and groans of pain started to turn to moans. I started to hear myself, uhh uhhh, sounding like some cheap whore. He knew he had me and started picking up his pace and did long strokes. My moans turned into loud gasps of pleasure and heard myself telling him to fuck me good. He fucked me hard for 10 minutes straight, I thought I was in heaven then suddenly a feeling i never felt before. My ass started to spasm and I came hard shooting 6 huge spurts on my chest and even one hitting my head. He moaned loud as my ass clamped on his huge cock and he shot into the condom. He kept fucking me grinding in me getting out the rest of his load and licked the cum off my chest. When he pulled out the condom it was filled with cum. I felt spent and my head was spinning. It was incredible.

Part 12 We headed back to the motel room, but not before exchanging some info with Sergei and the tattooed trucker, whose name was Brad. He had to unload his truck later, but would be here all night. Sergei's truck was already unloaded, and he too was an overnighter, so he would be over again in a while. Both guys knew other truckers that would be passing through, only too happy for a hole to dump a load in. Hank, the tattooed guy from the live show, texted me during Colt's trailer fuck, hoping for another round. So shortly after we had been back at the room, he was knocking on the door. I let him in to find Colt ready and waiting. I had decided Colt would be blindfolded for the rest of his adventure. He would no longer be a whore, or a slut, but merely just a thing, a hole (or two), a true cumdump. Like he wanted. Like he deserved. In addition to the thick, leather blindfold, I had placed a thick leather collar around his neck, and his cuffed wrists were attached to the rings on the collar. I had also put a leather harness on him that we had purchased, to give the tops something to grab onto and really pound his cunt. The pair of leather ankle restraints completed his look for the night. Hank just smiled his approval and grabbed his crotch as he eyed that big, perfect, hungry ass sticking up, just waiting to be filled. And he wasted no time. He just unbuckled his jeans, grabbed the harness, and rammed his fat 10 inch cock right into Colt in one hard slam. Colt let out a loud moan of pleasure as a cock he couldn't even see started pounding him. I let Colt huff on some poppers while he got plowed and just smiled as I eventually watched Hank go ridged as he pumped his load deep inside Colt. Colt was cleaning off Hank's slimey cock when there was another knock on the door. It was Sergei, ready for more as well. "I see pig has kept busy. That is good." He said in his thick accent. He browsed around our toys and supplies, picking up a syringe. "When is last time pig had shot?" He asked me. "Been quite a while." I answered. "Then is time." Sergei announced. I watched as he expertly prepared a needle, and soon we had unclasped one of Colt's arms and had the needle stuck in. As soon as Colt was flying, Sergei went to work. He quickly flipped Colt onto his back and with some rope he found in our supplies, he soon had Colt's ankles tied to the rings in his collar, leaving his legs spread wide and his flaming red hole exposed and vulnerable, dripping cum. For good measure, he picked up a jockstrap and shoved it in Colt's mouth, securing it with duct tape, but not before he had the three of us spit on it several times. Sergei pulled out some nipple stretchers and attached them to Colt's tits, twisting on the suction and pulling the tender nips out a good inch. Then he picked up a riding crop from our toys, and without even a moments hesitation, brought it right down on Colt's defenseless hole. Colt shrieked into the gag, probably from as much surprise as pain. "Yes pig, let me hear your screams!" The sadistic Russian growled as he brought the crop down several more times as hard as he could. Colt just screamed into the gag as his sweaty body jerked in it's bonds. My cock just throbbed, as did Hank's as we sat there, sharing a pipe and watching the show. Sergei continued his assault on Colt's hole until he grew tired of it. Then, he picked up a large butt plug. This one was a monster that was 15" and had 5 fat distinct plugs, one on top of the other. Sergei placed the tip against Colt's hole. He pushed it in past Colt's distended ass lips, until the fattest part of the first plug was stretching Colt's aching hole. Then he placed the sole of his boot against the base of the plug. Taking a deep breath, the Russian extended his leg and rammed the entire full length of the plug all the way into Colt's guts. Colt let out a long scream into the gag as his head thrashed back and forth. Colt's started to shreik again as Sergei began beating Colt's balls with the crop. Over and over he laid into Colt's nuts as Colt continued to scream. I should have stopped him, I thought, but I was too fascinated by the scene before me. Every stroke brought a fresh scream from Colt as his body convulsed and writhed in pain as the Russian laughed a cold, evil laugh. Every muscle would tense up as he fought to somehow protect his balls, but was completely unable to. My cock just throbbed and leaked watching his torment. Finally, Sergei tired of abusing Colt's balls. Just as he was taking a breather, there was another knock on the door. I opened the door to find another man standing there. "Sergei said there was American pig in here." He said to me. "That is Yuri." I heard Sergei say behind me. "He is one of several men I told to come by. Told them there was pig pussy to fuck and abuse." "Well hot damn." I said, moving away from the door. "Come on in." Yuri brushed aside me and removed his shirt. He wasn't wirey like Sergei, he was built like a barrel. He didn't say a word as he looked at Hank sitting there. Sergei and he started speaking in Russian, and Yuri just walked over to Colt and grabbed the ring at the base of the monstrous plug. He pulled it all the way out causing Colt to howl into the as his ass lips opened and closed around each fat ripple of the plug. They both just laughed. Then they really went to town. Yuri pounded Colt's pussy as hard as he could with the plug, ramming it in and out while Sergei began beating Colt's body with the crop. He beat Colt's ass, his thighs, his chest and arms and the soles of his feet. He didn't stop until angry welts covered Colt's massive body. I guess Colt was going to have to wear a long sleeve shirt after this weekend until the welts went away. Eventually, Yuri ripped the plug from Colt's ass and replaced it with his own fat member. He pounded Colt's ass as he spat on his face and spewed forth Russian. After about five minutes of heavy slamming, he tensed up and unloaded into Colt. Then, with no further explanation, he just got dressed and left. That's how the rest of the day and evening went. Strange men would arrive, abuse Colt's body and ass, then leave, while I sat back and enjoyed every second of it. About 11 men came during that period, giving Colt more abuse than even I had imagined for him. Finally, around 11, there was a hard pounding on the door. "Open up. It's the police!" A voice shouted. My heart lept into my throat until I remembered about Habib's friends. I peeked out the window and saw to huge cops with Habib standing behind them, which assuaged my fears. One of them was about my size, but the other was bigger than even Colt! But just as I was about to open the door, the lock turned and it swung open and the two big cops pushed their way into the room. "What the fuck is going on in here?" One of them bellowed as Sergei and the only other trucker left there, whose name I didn't even know, scrambled to grab their clothes and ran out the door. A sweat broke out on me. Maybe these weren't Habib's cop friends. Maybe we just got busted for real! I started to panic as the bigger of the two grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me, slamming me chest first into the cinder block wall. Then I felt the cold metal and heard the clicking of the handcuffs. "Oh fuck!" I thought to myself. This is real! We're going to jail! My heart beat through my chest as I watched the other cop pull Colt's blindfold off him before shining a light in his eyes. I could barely breath as the bigger cop pressed his weight against me into the wall. Then the other cop walked over to our drug stash and fingered through it. "Hoo Whee!" He drawled. "Looks like you boys are in a big ole heap of trouble!" My mouth went dry as my heart pounded. "You could be put away for YEARS with all this shit you got!" "Please." I started to meekly say before the bigger cop shoved his weight against me, knocking the air out of me. "You better shut the fuck up faggot!" He growled into my ear. "Unless you want to get hurt real bad!" Tears welled in my terrified eyes as I envisioned my future in prison. The other cop ran a gloved hand over Colt's welted up ass, and I could see the fear in his eyes as well. "We were promised some hot pussy." Said the other cop as he inserted a few gloved fingers into Colt's gaping, dripping hole. "But it looks like this here cunt has been busted six ways from Sunday. I don't want to fuck no hamburger looking cunt!" "Well, I bet this here bitch has got a nice tight one!" Said the bigger cop as he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. "Don't ya faggot!" He shouted in my ear. "Y...yes sir." I could barely emit through my fear. "That's right you do bitch!" He snarled as he threw me face down on the bed. My head landed just inches from Colt's, and from the angle, we could see perfectly into each other's eyes. I could not only see his fear up close, I could smell it. The bigger cop didn't even bother to pull my shorts down, he just simply ripped them open, exposing my entire ass. "I think this bitch needs some punishment first!" Declared the smaller cop as he picked up the crop. He moved behind me and wasted no time laying into my bare ass. The first strike brought a scream from my mouth and laughter from the cops. The bigger cop simply picked up a jockstrap that was lying around and shoved it in my mouth. Then he picked up the leather paddle. The two cops took turns on my ass, beating it until it burned like fire and I was screaming and sobbing into the jock gag. Then they finally stopped, and I heard the sound of pants being undone. I knew it was the smaller cop that was going to go first, which I was thankful for, as I could see the bigger cop examining Colt's ass. The smaller cop grabbed some lube, and before I knew what hit me, had rammed his sizeable cock right into me. I howled in pain as I felt his gloved hands grab hold of my hips and start pounding. Through tear stained eyes I could see the bigger cop take his night stick and ram it right into Colt, causing him to groan. Colt and I stared as best we could into each other's eyes as we were seperately violated, both of us helpless to the situation. The smaller cop pulled the jock out of my mouth and yanked my head back. As I panted in time to his hard thrusts, the bigger cop pulled the nightstick out of Colt's ass and rammed it into my mouth. I was instantly flooded with the taste of countless loads of anonymous cum mixed with ass juices and blood. "Stick out your tongue queer, and clean off you boyfriend's juices!" The bigger cop ordered me. I did as I was told and the bigger cop started to run it over my tongue. I was overwhelmed by the taste of it, and without even realizing it, I started to lick the thing of my own volition, lapping at it like a hungry puppy, slurping every bit of slime off it. This made the cops laugh again. "Look at this disgusting little faggot!" Sneered the cop fucking me. "Can't get enough of his bitch boyfriend's nasty ass! What a fucking pig!" I didn't care what he was saying, in fact, it was turning me on and my cock got hard for the first time since this ordeal had started. The smaller cop eventually put his gloved hands around my throat and started squeezing as he let out a gutteral moan and pumped his seed deep inside me. When he had finished, he twisted my head around and forced his messy cock into my mouth. I didn't even try to resist as I dutifully licked and sucked the slimey cock clean. But a new fear took over as I looked at the bigger cop who had removed his pants. His cock was probably the biggest cock I had ever seen. Definitely bigger than Colt's and probably even bigger than Dante's! I started sweating just looking at it. The bigger cop just laughed as he saw me tremble. "Yea, that's quite the monster, isn't it?" He taunted me. "My Texas longhorn is legendary around here. No bitches pussy is ever the same after these 13 fat inches of pure Texas beef!" I could feel the fear sweat drip into my eyes. "Hey," he said to the other cop, "why don't you go grab the bat? We haven't used that for a while. I think the bitches pussy ass boyfriend would enjoy that!" "Good idea." The smaller cop drawled, and off he went, returning mere moments later brandishing and aluminum bat. The bigger cop, meanwhile had re-gagged me with the jock and had grabbed a couple of rags and a bottle of poppers. "Don't never say I don't at least a little mercy in me." He drawled as he tied the popper soaked rags over Colt's and my noses. Quickly, both out eyes went totally glassy. I could barely focus and see the smaller cop lubing up the aluminum bat. "On the the count of three." I heard the bigger cop say. "1..........2........3!" Colt and I screamed simultaneously into our gags as both our asses were ripped apart at the same time. You know they say you see stars? I saw fucking stars! The whole room spun around as a pain I had never felt before ripped through my asshole and deep into my guts. It was worse than first time Colt fucked me. And I could see in his eyes he was in about as much pain as I was as the bat plunged deep inside him. We both just layed there, unable to do anything about the brutal rapings both our asses were receiving. The bigger cop just held onto my shoulders as he pounded his tree sized cock deep into my bowels. The room continued to spin and I think I blacked out a couple of times during the ordeal. I have no idea how long it lasted, but thankfully the pain subsided a bit and almost felt somewhat pleasurable. But after a good long while, the bigger cop wrapped his massive biceps around my throat and squeezed it tight as he pounded my hole as hard as he possibly could until he finally flooded my insides with another load of hot cum before collapsing on me. After he had pulled, made me clean off his cock with my mouth and had gotten dressed, he finally undid the handcuffs. "You did good bitches." He said to both of us. "We'll be in touch again, don't you worry about that. We need to try this other fine piece of meat out." He said, smacking Colt's ass. "When it's not busted open already. Oh, and don't worry. We got your information, we know how to find you faggots. Now," he said to me, "we're going to take off, but you're going to let Habib here get off, right bitch?" "Yes Sir." I replied as the cops laughed and left, and Habib mounted my sore hole. After the monster I had just had up there, Habib's cock was like a walk in the park. I just layed there and let him do his thing until he dumped his load up in me to join the others. As soon as he left, I undid all of Colt's restraints, including his cage, and he just scooped me into his arms and we layed there on the bed for a while, me nestled into his muscular chest. Finally, he raised up my chin and looked into my eyes. "Hey baby." He whispered. "I love you." As he kissed me tenderly. "Oh God Colt," I whispered back. "I love you too. I love you so much. I was scared you might be mad. That maybe things got too out of control." "Oh no baby!" He assured me as he kissed me all over. "I loved every fucking second of it! I mean, I got freaked out when those cops came and I thought we were going to jail, but when I realized what was really happening, I had never felt more alive! And when they raped your ass, fuck! Part of me was so jealous. I wanted those cocks in me. But when I looked into your eyes, and even though you were in pain, I could tell you liked it. And baby, that got me so fucking hot. That cage had never felt tighter around my cock." "I did like it Colt." I confessed to him. "I liked it a lot." "I know you did baby." He said as he crawled between my legs, kissing me deeply. "I know you did, my little meth pig." He whispered in my ear as he slid his big, hard cock into me. I just let out a low moan as he buried himself deep inside me. "Oh baby." He moaned. "You're so wet and juicy. You feel so good around my cock." "Oh yea." I groaned. "I'm your little meth whore." He looked deep into my eyes. "We're each other's little meth whores." He said kissing me again. We didn't fuck this time. We made love. It was like we were really one. We couldn't get enough of each other's mouths as his cock inside me became the only thing that mattered in this whole world. I knew as I held him as tight as I could, that no matter what, nothing would ever tear us apart. And as he buried himself in me and gave me his precious load, I came too, bathing our stomachs in my sticky nectar. After we both had calmed down, while his cock was still inside me, I started to feel that familiar warm feeling as he filled my guts with the second most precious thing to come from his cock. And my heart swelled.

Part 11 I untied Colt from the bed and told him to go take a hot shower, he reeked like the filthy pig he was. As he was cleaning himself off, I laid out the clothes I had bought for him, as minimal as they were. I had purchased him a white wife beater, some white basketball shorts, a jockstrap and a pair of flip flops. I wanted as much of my whore on display as I possibly could. And luckily, the weather was still warm enough, a balmy mid 70's. A squeeky clean Colt soon emerged, buck naked, toweling off his dark curls. He looked so sexy with his locked up cock that I couldn't help but walk up to him and kiss him, pinching his nipples as my tongue took control of his mouth. He just groaned and ground his body into mine. Then I told him to get dressed. The outfit did not disappoint! The tank top hugged his muscular frame as did the shorts. He normally would have worn a large, but I picked out a medium pair so that it clung tightly to his round ass and form fitted around his jockstrapped cage providing an ample bulge. The flip flops were the icing on the cake as they showcased his sexy size 14 feet. There was no way a horny trucker would he able to resist this primo stud. I had new clothes as well. Similar, but a little more modest with a t-shirt, baggier shorts and tennis shoes. After all, I wanted all the attention on Colt. I loaded up a pipe and we kicked back on the bed for a few, shot gunning hits and making out, my hands exploring his body. "Are you ready whore?" I eventually asked him. "Let's do this, stud!" He said as he kissed me again and grabbed my crotch. Soon we were in his truck heading over to the truck stop. We strode inside and instantly garnered all kinds of looks, some with just curiosity, but some with that definite look of desire. There were a couple of empty stools at the end of the counter, perfect for observing the whole place. We sat down and quickly ordered some food. Scrambled eggs, fruit and toast. Neither of us were hungry, but we forced ourselves. While we ate, I kept tabs on the guys that seemed to be checking Colt out the most. Halfway through our meal I told Colt to go use the restroom, which happened to be all the way across the diner so he had to walk through the whole place. As he walked away, I noticed a small wet spot in his shorts where some of Habib's cum had leaked out of him. I guess I should have plugged the slut's leaky hole, but the fact that it made him look even sluttier made my dick get instantly rock hard. I made note of three men that watched Colt intently as he walked through the diner. Bingo! Now I just had to figure out a way to let them know my whore was available. I asked the waitress to borrow a pen and wrote on three napkins. "If you're horny, my whore will take care of your needs. Meet us out back in 30 minutes at the black Ford truck with the big tires. Both holes available, no charge!" I folded the notes as Colt walked back from the bathroom. All three men definitely had the look of lust on them. The first guy was easy to pass the note too as he sat just a couple stools down from us. He was a fat guy with long hair wearing a Metallica t-shirt and denim shorts. He read the note and smiled, giving me a nod and showing a few missing teeth. The thought of Colt servicing him made my dick throb a couple times. The next guy was sitting in a booth a few down from us along the window. He had a cap on his bald head and a beard. He was probably in his 40's or so and arms almost as big as Colt's with some tattoos on them. I got up and headed to the bathroom. As I passed his table, I nonchalantly dropped the folded up note and kept walking hoping no one was watching. The third guy was going the be the hardest to get the note to. He was sitting in a booth off the direct path to the restroom. Luckily, I caught his eye and was able to mouth, "Follow me." as I continued my trek. A few moments after I had been standing at a urinal, I noticed him in the one next to me. Without a word I passed him the note. He was about my height, maybe 30ish with one of those wirey builds. You know the type, skinny, but solid and defined. He read the note and smiled. Then he mumbled something that sounded like Russian. Then he said quietly, in a thick accent, "I will be there. I hope your whore likes hard fuck." "He loves it." I whispered back. "The harder the better." The Russian just laughed as I zipped up and walked out. After I had sat back down next to Colt, I looked at the guy in the booth and he gave me a quick thumbs up, I just smiled and nodded back. "Looks like I found you three cocks, slut." I whispered to Colt. "Hot damn! You're the best!" He smiled back at me, his green eyes twinkling. 20 minutes later found us back at his truck, waiting. The Russian was the first to arrive. "We can use trailer. Just unloaded so is empty. More room than cab of truck. He big boy. He take up room. Sergei need room to fuck." "There's a couple more guys joining us." I let him know. "Good." Sergei said, matter of factly. "Sergei like sloppy pussy." He said looking Colt dead in the eyes. I laughed at how he kept referring to himself in the third person. "They go first. Then Sergei fuck." He grabbed Colt's crotch as he said this. "What is that?" He asked. "Is that cage on cock?" "Yup." I replied. "Got the whore locked up, cause it's not about his cock, only yours." I said to the Russian. He just laughed and spit on the ground. "American pig. Come!" He ordered as he started walking toward his truck. "I'll wait here for the other two!" I called after him. Sergei just waved his hand in the air and kept walking, Colt trailing behind him. I watched as Sergei opened the back of a trailer close by and Colt climbed in, the Russian following him. A few minutes later the fat guy strolled up. "Where's he at?" He asked. "He's in the back of that trailer over there, with the red cab. There's gonna be a couple guys joining." "I don't care." Said the fat guy. "I just want to fuckin nut in that ass!" I just laughed as he walked to the rig and climbed in the trailer. It wasn't but a few minutes later that the third guy showed up. After I explained the situation, we walked over to the trailer together. As we rounded the back of the trailer, I smiled as I saw the scene already before me. There was Colt, like the whore he was, on his knees, his face buried in the stomach of the fat guy, slurping away on an average sized cock. The Russian, meanwhile, had pulled Colt's shorts down, fully exposing his hard, round ass, and was fingering his hole while he rubbed Colt's welts with his other hand. "Whore has been fucked a lot, yes?" He asked me. "Fuck yeah, like 30 something cocks since Friday night." I answered him. "Damn." Said the Russian. "I'm impressed. He still want more?" "Hell yeah! As much as I can find for him!" "Oh fuck, that's hot!" Said the fat guy. "I need that ass now! I'm close to nutting!" "No problem." Said Sergei, as he pulled Colt of the cock he was sucking by his hair. Colt's mouth hung open and he looked disappointed that he wasn't going to get to swallow the load. His look of disappointment turned to one of surprise as Sergei planted one of his booted feet on the back of his neck and forced his head to the ground so his ass was sticking up and available. "Go ahead." He instructed the fat guy. "Go ahead and fuck pig!" The fat guy moved right in and stuck in as much as he could get into Colt, given his belly. The bulk of his belly rested on top of Colt's hard, round buttocks, and slapping sounds reverberated through the trailer as his large, flabby thighs made contact with Colt's thick, solid ones. "You like, American pig?" Asked the Russian to Colt. "You like having a fat man fucking your pussy?" "Oh God yes!" Croaked Colt, his throat still under the weight of the Russian's boots. "Give it to me please!" "Fucking pig!" Snarled Sergei. Then he spewed forth some stuff in Russian as he spit on Colt's face two times, landing big globs of saliva on Colt's cheeks. It ran into his open mouth as the fat guy started trembling. "Oh God!" He cried out. "I'm gonna fucking nut! Gonna blow in this hot ass!" He grabbed onto Colt's hips as his whole body shook, literally like jelly, as he unloaded what was probably a huge load into my man. The Russian smiled a cold smile, his ice blue eyes glinting as he spit on Colt yet again. The fat guy pulled out and I got a glimpse of Colt's freshly fucked hole as yet another anonymous load dripped out of it. I didn't get to look long as the tattooed trucker quickly moved in. He didn't even unbuckled his pants, he just sported a nice veiny 8 inch dick sticking out of the fly of his jeans, topped with a fat p.a. He grabbed Colt's ankles and pulled him flat, the using his knees, he pushed Colt's apart. He climbed into place on top of Colt and just slammed himself into the teen beneath him. Colt let out a long groan as the trucker buried himself balls deep. Sergei just spewed some more Russian and spit on Colt yet again. The trucker wasted no time and planted his hands above Colt's shoulders and started plowing away. He pounded Colt's ass like there was no tomorrow, letting out little grunts with each forceful thrust. Colt grunted in turn as well each time the piercing punched his prostate deep inside. "Da." Sergei purred. "That is good pig. Good pig who knows place." He removed his boot from Colt's neck and knelt down next to his head. He grabbed a handful of Colt's curls in his hand and yanked his head up. Colt's mouth hung open and he panted with each grunt from the thrust of the tattooed trucker. Sergei's ice blue eyes bore into his emerald green ones. "Grunt like pig, American whore." He snarled. "Show Sergei what you really are. Grunt like piggy!" Colt started grunting, somewhat to my amazement. He grunted and snorted each time the trucker pounded him. "Louder pig!" Sergei demanded. "I want to really hear it!" Colt started snorting louder, never taking his eyes off of Sergei's. "That's it pig! Show me what filthy American whore really is!" Sergei egged Colt on as he spit on him again, right between his eyes. "Holy fuck!" Shouted the tattooed trucker. "I'm gonna come in this fucking pig! Oh Jesus. Take it you whore!" He bellowed as he buried himself balls deep in Colt and pumped yet another load into the 18 yo stud. Colt just continued to snort as he stared into Sergei's eyes, accepting the cum into his guts. The trucker pulled out and a possessed Sergei pulled Colt up by his hair. And even though Colt out weighed and out muscled Sergei by quite a bit, the Russian slammed Colt against the side of the trailer like it was nothing. He ripped open his pants to reveal a fat 10 inch cock. He slammed it full force into Colt as he pushed the side of Colt's face against the wall. "Oh God yes, fuck me!" Colt began. Sergei just slammed his face against the trailer side, hard. "You no talk pig. Only grunt!" He commanded Colt. Colt responded by grunting and snorting like a mad man as Sergei pummeled his hole. The tattooed trucker walked over to me, his slimy dick hanging out of his pants. Without a word, I sunk to my knees and took him into my mouth. His cock tasted of cum and ass juice. Colt's ass juice. I had never sucked a cock fresh from Colt's cum hole before, and just the thought of knowing where it had been just moments before made my dick throb harder than it ever has before. It physically hurt, it was so hard as I kneeled there, slurping on the ass covered cock while Sergei pounded my man for all he was worth and Colt snorted like a pig in heat. Eventually, Sergei let out a Bellow and slammed Colt's head against the trailer a few times as he fired his load into the American pig, shouting out in Russian. When he had finally finished, he pulled out and threw Colt onto the trailer floor. He spit one more time on Colt's upturned, cum leaking ass and said, "fucking American pig!"

This is so hot. If you’re up for story ideas, I’d love to see Austin’s whore-pimping plan backfire on him a little; it’d be hot if some of the tops decide his teenage cunt is too tempting, perhaps as he’s leaning over the bed to kiss Colt romantically 😈🐷