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Rex was pleased when Tom and Julio showed up. Tom was a tall wiry redneck, covered in tattoos and with a shaved head. When Tom pulled his pants off he revealed a long 12 inch tool. Not as thick as either Rex or Ed, but the entire length was pierced with a very cruel-looking Jacob’s ladder. Julio was a bit shorter, 5’11” and stocky, his dark hair and dark eyes intense with hardness, and his big muscles bulged and rippled. Julio’s 8.5-inch cock was one of the thickest Rex had seen—probably 8 inches around—it was thicker than Ed’s coke can by a decent margin. “Enjoy the show, boys,” Tom smirked, as Julio picked the bound boy up and tossed him in the sling. Julio untied the boy and restrained his arms and legs to the sling. Tom leaned in and slapped the boy, who was out of it, lost in the overwhelming sensations of his hole stuffed with chempiss and the near agony of an overstimulated pussy. Slapping the boy again, harder from the other side, Tom growled, “You want your daddy Tom to fuck you boy, so your pussy can pay for drugs?” “Fuck me yes, sir,” Wes managed, opening his eyes, “But you hurt me too, sir, god all that metal on your cock hurts so bad.” “Damn right it’s gonna hurt,” Tom smirked, “Your daddy Ed said we can really cut loose and use you the way we like tonight.” As Tom and Julio passed a loaded pipe back and forth, Tom oiled up his long pole, and methodically placed big shards of Tina underneath and around the metal of his piercings. Julio meanwhile used the remote to increase the prostate stimulator’s intensity, while simultaneously punch fucking the boy with the big plug. Wes was morning and screaming continuously, until Julio held a bucket under the boy and after delivering a series of brutal punches, told the boy to squirt the piss into the bucket. The minute that was done, Julio punched the plug in and out several more times. Tom lined his cock up and—in move they clearly had done hundreds of times before—Julio pulled the plug out just as Tom slammed his cock in to the root. Wes was suspended in the air for a second, as the plates of metal and burning shards of Tina pierced his entire colon. Rex admired the way the sudden penetration made the boys incredible six pack writhe and ripple. Wes began screaming and Tom commenced fucking, driving his cock in the boys hole at multiple angles, each shift delivering a brutal stretch and little burning bits of Tina. Tom fucked the boy for a solid 45 minutes, but after the first 7 or 8, Wes was enjoying the fuck, begging “Use me Daddy Tom, hurt me, use my pussy to pay for my daddy’s drugs.” Tom and Julio used the boy for nearly 5 hours. Ed had promised them two, but Ed was so turned on watching that he let them go on. Each of the men fucked the boy relentlessly, and Julio’s huge thick pipe made the boy groan, even as open as he was by this point. Tom loved to use Tina to hurt the boy. Sometimes he would spend 10 minutes barely fucking, simply moving his cock to a slightly different angle, dragging the using the loaded Jacob’s ladder to hit the boy’s increasingly fiery insides. Ed and Rex mostly watched, although sometimes they used the boys mouth. They each fucked him for a bit when the other two men wanted a breather, but the focus of the boys attention was on being an increasingly whorish pig for the rough red neck and his friend. For the last hour, they doubled Wes, putting him in every position imaginable. Wes struggled and panted, and as open as he was, he still was stretched and bruised by the combination of the super thick shorter cock and the metal pressed tight against his tender insides. After Julio and Tom came a final time, each of the four top studs gave the boy a huge load of very potent chempiss. Ed shoved the largest plug into Wes’s distended and dripping hole. Within seconds Wes was no longer exhausted, instead rolling his hips and clutching with his ass at the big plug. Ed slapped Wes hard, and Wes opened his eyes, black with lust and meth and begged “Use me Daddy, please.” Ed roughly opened the boys mouth, and spit in it. “Oh I am going to use you, fist you deeper and harder then I ever have before. Your new Daddy Rex is going to hurt you and open you before it’s my turn.”

Ed and Wes lived in a big apartment above the shop. Rex threw on his jeans and grabbed his small daybag and a big duffel bag full of toys out out his pickup and followed the man and his boy up the stairs. Looking around, Rex thought it was surprisingly well-decorated, for a place above a body shop. The whole place was sophisticated and modern, with expensive woods and tasteful lighting. The apartment was a sharp contrast to the functional space below decorated with old calendars. While the garage was cleaner and better supplied than the country repair shops he remember from his Ozark childhood, the apartment was more like something he would expect in a city. Rex shrugged. Sometimes it was better not to know. “Thanks for this. Ed” Rex smiled “I would have had to go look for some boy pussy in New Orleans.” Ed grinned, “Think nothing of it. Wes texted me there was a big white stud in the shop who wouldn’t be traveling until Monday.” He continued, “And if course I jumped at the chance to let another man use my boy.” About an hour after they went upstairs, little Wes was getting desperate. He’d served the bigger men a couple of beers while they smoked a bowl, occasionally shotgunning one or two to him. But the big load of chempiss (Ed had added another big bump around the big red plug) was still there, now held in place by an inflatable plus Rex had produced from his bag of tricks. He would suck one man while the other took turns inflating and deflating and teasing his hole by fucking him with the plug. Every time he let even the smallest squirt of piss came out, they would inflate the plug to its maximum, and give him ten hard spanks. His stomach was cramping and he started moaning and begging. Finally Ed inflatable the plug up to his maximum and made the boy walk to the bathroom, where after ten minutes of Wes pleading Ed reached up and pulled the plug out in one motion, the two men laughing as the boy shrieked and the piss came gushing out. Ed turned the water on, adjusted the temperature, and then switched the water to a sure shot with a long rubber tube. “Get into position boy,” Ed commanded, “Wanna do the honors, Rex?” Rex smiled and stuck the hose up Wes’s hole. “Can you take your daddies fist deep?” Wes shook his head no. Rex smiled and pushed the hose in deeper, making Wes go rigid and moan. “That’s gonna change after I am through with you.” So Wes sucked and sucked on his daddies big cock and worshiped his asshole, his face buried by the big bear’s huge buttocks. Rex cleaned him out deep, always pushing deeper and ignoring the boy’s pleas for mercy. After about 45 minutes of non stop work with the hose, Rex had got the entire long rubber part and about three inches of the metal buried in the boys pussy. Rex turned the water up and slowly fucked the boy, gaining an inch more of depth. He then pulled the hose out and made the boy release it all, quivering and moaning. Wes then cleaned the bodies of the top men, licking and kissing first and then gently cleaning with soap. The men made him spend special attention to cleaning deep into their assholes with his tongue and Ed especially made him worship and suckle on his toes. After everyone was dried off, Ed lead them into their big bed room. “Get out the rubber sheets, boy,” Ed ordered, “It’s time our guest got to sample your hot pussy.” Once the sheet were on, Ed and Rex relaxed and shared a bowl while Wes put up a sling, with a comfortable stool at the foot and a big rubber sheet underneath. Then as ordered, Wes covered his cock cage with a leather jockstrap trimmed in red. Ed had him stand at the foot of the bed and watch, as Rex and Ed stroked their big cocks. The boy was clearer overtaken by cocklust and started begging to be fucked. Ed told him to get out the party supplies, and he pulled out a black lacquer tray with several large vials of Tina, a needle less syringe, a bottle of distilled water, some ecstasy pills, and a vial of GHB amd a couple of small bottles of Gatorade and set it beside his big black bear daddy. Ed looked at him. “See something you like, boy?” “Yes, sir,” Wes breathed. “What do you see that you like boy?” Ed ordered. “Two big cocks, daddy,” Wes replied. “You’re going to serve these cocks, boy” Ed promised, “And you’re going to make me proud by how well you milk our new friend Rex. Now get into position.” Wes leaned over and spread his cheecks, his asshole fluttering, his big pumped ass lips throbbing. Ed mixed up a potent booty bump crushing an X tablet up with a huge line of Tina, and without ceremony shoved the syringe in as deep as he could, quickly release the liquid drug’s up the boys hole. He shoved some more crystal flakes up the boys hole and sealed it with a small ball plug. “Lay across me boy and get Rex hard,” Ed commanded, “I am going to make sure your hole is at peak fire, so Rex can enjoy the pussy I made at its finest.” Wes gave Rex another one of his excellent blowjobs, while his daddy bear played with his pussy, giving Wes small additional doses of Tina and toying with his big pussy lips and his insides. Once the boy started really begging, Ed said, “Rex, get you some of this.” Rex positioned the boy on his hands and knees, his mouth slurping on his daddy bears giant cock. “Sweet Jesus, that feels great,” Rex sighed as he sunk his thick tool up the boys chute, and settled in for a long fuck. Rex fucked the boy for almost an hour, using the boys pussy like a fleshlight, bringing himself right to the edge before stopping. He fucked the boy in every position, Wes’s eyes rolled up in his head, his existence reduced to the pleasure his hole felt from the big cock using it. After Rex shot a giant load, Ed fucked Wes’s ass while Rex enjoyed the boys perfect mouth. They fucked the boy nonstop for 7 or 8 hours. Anytime the men needed a break they lay down and the boy rode them. Anytime he showed a sign of flagging Ed would “recharge” his hole with bumps of Tina. Finally, the men tired of fucking and Rex tied the boy on his back, with his legs up, and arms bound holding his legs up, on the rubber sheet under the sling. The two men dropped huge loads of potent chempiss into the boy and Rex pulled a prostate stimulator out and positioned it into the boy hole, adjusting it so it was almost painfully stimulating his prostate and he was approaching a continuous assgasm, Rex finished the arrangement off with one of the boys big plugs, which only pressed the stimulator tighter against his sensitive inner bud. As the boy lay moaning and crying out on his back, Ed and Rex settled onto the bed to share a bowl. “I wanna see you fist my boy,” Ed said, “I want you to make him squirm.” “I specialize in opening boys to new depths,” Rex said, stroking his big meat, “I can get him to take you much deeper than he has.” “That would be great,” Ed smiled, “Although he has learned to be love being punched, but for depth my hands are so big…”. “My hands are big too,” Rex grinned evilly, “But I don’t mind hurting a boy to get where I want and I have a bunch of long tools in this bag to get him deep inside.” Ed smiled, “I’ve been too easy on the boy, but that changes tonight. Let’s see what you can do, but from now on when I am in the mood to see him suffer, he’ll suffer.” Ed grinned, and said, “Before we move to fisting my boy, let’s have him renew our drug supply.” Rex raised his eyebrows. “My dealers got a big thing for Wes and so I sell his pussy to Wes to get big discounts. Believe me when Tom and Julio have had a few hours at him, he’ll be begging for our fists.”

Took me some time to write this down since this week was crazy busy, but this is what happened on Tuesday, soon after I first met Rob & Dean. When I got back home after that fist incredible fuck they texted me and we got super horny sexting till they asked if i'd like to come over on Tuesday to have a repeat and if I am up for them to invite a few of their friends. Of course I replied "Fuck yeah!!!" and jokingly asked if I could bring my partner too, they were up for that lol so I texted him the info and he was totally horned up by the idea. Game on! Fast forward to Tuesday... I woke up with my partner already poking my hole and we had our morning fuck and he kept telling me how excited he is about me being used today by a new group. I asked him to not dump a load yet cause I wanted to get cleaned first and then he can dump a load or 2 to lube me up for later lol We arrived at their place at 4pm, right on schedule. They greeted us naked so we both stripped at the door and I introduced my partner and we all shared a kiss while walking to their living room that was dimly lit, for some drinks while we waited for their other guests to arrive. we got a short briefing that they invited 4 other guys (2 couples) that they occasionally play with and I am to going to enjoy them all since they were too well endowed. At this point all 4 of us were hard as we sipped our drinks and I just finished mine with a chug, winked at my partner and dropped to my knees and started sucking them, starting with dean who was the closest while Dean and my partner moved towards us (they are both equally hung in size and girth but shaped a bit different lol) while my partner was showing Dean how well he can throat fuck me, Rob went to the door to greet the others that arrived all at the same time. I saw them with the corner of my eye as they walked in and stripping and I was groaning with the sight of 4 hot men, all hung and getting harder by the second watching me sucking cock, saying "so that's the slut you bragged about?" my partner answered "come over and try for yourselves" so a circle was formed, I was surrounded by 7 men, going from cock to cock like a bitch in heat and I couldn't get enough of it till they all were rock hard and fucking my throat harder and harder till I was covered with my throat juices. That's when Rob said we should take this party to the basement so I got up to stretch my leges and we headed downstairs to their basement that was obviously their family room when the kids are there but was transformed to a play room with a sling and a big mattress in the middle of the room. This is going be fun! That's when I was placed on the sling, tied my legs and hands and the plug I had in me was pulled out by my partner who told them "I loaded him up with 2 loads for you guys, don't go slow, fuck my beautiful partner up!" I just groaned as on by on they started plowing me, the first one played with my hole entrance with his 10" cock, then smiled at the group and shoved all the way in. I was gasping from the surprise and told him to just give me all he got! That started the train of men fucking me on the sling, pulling out and replaced by another while I was given their cock to clean up. At this point, about an hour later only 3 loaded me up and they wanted to switch positions so I was put on my hand and kneed on the mattress and the spitroasting began. again, one by one they took turns fucking both my hole and my throat while in between someone placed a bottle of popper up my nose to keep me horned up (as if I need to be MORE horny lol) they all commented on what a good slit I was, how my partner is very lucky and they were all impressed by how well I took dick deep in me in both holes and how good I clean the cock that just pounded my hole with my mouth. I was just groaning and moaning and begged for them to continue. on a side note, the smallest cock was Deans at 8" and thick, the rest were all 9 and 10 while Rob and my partner were both 11". I was a very happy slut! By now they all dumped at least 1 load on me while both Rob and my partner dumped a second load in me, my hole was a cummy mess and sloppy while I used my muscles to tighten up. That was when they wanted to try double penetrating me as they all heard I could take is so well so the hosts were given the first go as Rob was laying on his back while I lowered my used hole on his till he was all the way in me while Dean began shoving his cock too. Someone fed me poppers and I was in heaven! they began thrusting in and out till the found a good rhythm while the rest of the guests cheered them on, shouting "fuck yeah, use the slut!" and I was riding like a pro putting on a show. they fucked me like that for a while till they both loaded me up at the same time, I kept riding with my sloppy hole till my partner laid next to us and I was lifted off the cocks in me by 2 guys and I was put down on my partners cock till he was too all the way in, then the routine began, one by one the pushed their cock in alongside my well hung partner, till they all came in me, except for my partner (he has incredible stamina!) I think this all went on for almost 1.5 hours of non stop Double Penetration of my hole which was so loose by now and cum was running down my legs as I stood up. That's when my partner told Rob lay down and that he wanted to show the group how well I could take two 11" cocks up my cunt and they did exactly that! They went full power on my hole and plowed my hole so hard, we were all moaning like animals for nearly 30 minutes till the both nutted in me! I was both exhausted and yet my hole was buzzing from all the pounding and loads I received wanting more!! after a short rest that we all grabbed a drink and chatted a bit I was placed back on the sling, this time they wanted to really open me up even further so I was fed more poppers as my partner showed them how well my used hole opens up as he began inserting his fist, using only the loads that they all dumped in me. i just love how feeling my partner fill me up like this can be both so intimate and yet so sleazy in the situation! he began putting on a show for them and went deep slowly till I was having another anal orgasm (by this point I came handsfree like 4-5 times already lol) And again, a train of men fisting me began, I was shivering from all the attention I was getting, a fist in my hole, hands groping me all over and a dick in my mouth. A total pig! At one point my partner was in my mouth and loudly asked if I was thirsty, I knew exactly what he meant and just moaned, he understood the sign and I began feeling the warmth in my throat of his piss as he started flooding my guts. They all cheered again and as my partner pulled out his saved a bit of his piss to spray directly on my mouth and over my face. Oink! needles to say that they all took turns pissing in my mouth or on me (I guess it was good we told the hosts to prep with a rubber mattress 😉) I was in pig heaven! this went for a while and I had a fist in my at all time, at some point 2 guys stretched my hole with their hands, stretching me even further and then they started punch fucking me. I just couldn't believe how good it all felt and I just begged them to go even further. And hour later, when they decided it was time they wanted to dump one more load in me and they started fucking my lose hole yet again, it was overflowing with cum till one by one they began dumping their loads in me Of course I cleaned them off with my mouth like the good pig that I am (I fucking love ass to mouth!!!) This time it was faster and 40 minutes later they were all done loading me up, I was plugged with a big plug my partner brought with us and was release from the sling. it was hard for me to stand up, my legs were like jello lol Overall we spent 5 hours when I was the only bottom for the men to fuck, breed, fist and filled with piss as we said our goodbyes and were headed home in an Uber, I bet the driver could smell all the cum, piss and swear we were both covered with lol we arrived home, both well spent we headed to the shower as my partner unplugged me, shoved his big cock deep in me and dumped one more last load in me before I release 25-30 loads they all dumped in me and we went to bed, i was cuddled and had his ever hard cock in me As we fell asleep he whispered in my ear how proud he is of me and what a wonderful slut I am 🥰

Rex sat in the small waiting room of the backroads repair shop. He was in Crypress Branch, bumfuck Alabama, somewhere near Mobile, on his way to New Orleans, and had some car trouble—he was pretty sure it was the carborator. Rex was sweating through his tight muscle tee, and he smiled as the little blonde mechanic kept on checking him out. Rex leaned back and put his hands behind his neck. making sure the kid got a good look at the hair peeking out of the collar and sleeves of T-shirt and the hard flat planes of his stomach. Blushing, the kid slid back under the car. The kids name was Wes, he’d said. He was fucking gorgeous. Pretty blonde hair, blue eyes, twinky body. And Rex was pretty sure he was wearing a cock cage and plug in his ass. He could just make out the outlines of both through the overalls he wore—which were unusually tight in the ass—as the kid fiddled with something under the car. So, a pervy blonde redneck mechanic in rural Alabama? What were the odds of that? Rex smiled and squeezed his bulge right as a huge black bear entered from a side door. The man was huge, probably 6’5”, with huge shoulders, dark skin, close-shaved hair, and giant hands. “I am Big Ed,” the man said, “Do you like my boy?” Rex startled for a minute at the implications behind the question, then smiled. “You keep him locked and caged?” Rex asked, smiling. “Sure do,” Big Ed a grabbed at his big bulge. “Since it’s Friday and I can’t get your carburetor parts until Monday. You are welcome to stay with us for the weekend and sample his sweet pussy,” Big Ed smirked “I love to see him get doubled with white cock and my big black cock.” “Come out here boy and show the nice man how much you love cock,” Big Ed directed, closing the big garage door and turning over the window sign to “closed.” Wes pulled himself out from under the vehicle, grinned, and immediately stripped down. Max whistler in appreciation. The boy was more muscular than he’d anticipated, a twink frame that had clearly been working out, his pert ass framed by a red jockstrap. His shoulders were wide and his abs showed a tight six pack. “Show me that pussy,” Rex commanded. With practiced ease Wes spread out his coveralls and knelt with his head on the ground and reached back and spread his ass open. Rex admired the perfect globes and dimples of the boy’s bubble butt. Ed reached down and slid the big red plug out of Wes’s hole. Rex smiled, “Now that’s a pretty pussy.” Ed nodded and smiled and slid four of his fingers in, pinching up the swollen lips. “Wes pumps his pussy for an hour each day,” Ed said, as Wes began to whine and push back on Ed’s massive fingers. “Between the pumping, being a horny 20-year-old, clit locked for 250 days thus far this year, and plugged pretty much all the time,” Ed smiled, “little Wessy is pure cuntboy.” Rex smiled and let his big thick 10 inches out of his jeans, pulling his T-shirt off to reveal his broad muscles and pelt of dark blonde fur. “Show our new friend your hot little mouth,” Ed directed. The boy sure was a class-a cocksucker. And while Rex’s cock was huge, it was nothing compared to the 13 inches of beer battle thick cock Big Ed pulled out of his trousers. Ed slipped the big plug out of his boy and slid his cock in, even as practiced as Wes clearly was at taking his Daddy’s big tool, Rex felt the boy grunt around his own big cock as the huge tool slid up the pussyboy’s chute. After both of the top men came, Ed cutting loose seconds after Rex shouted he was coming. They left their cocks in the boy’s holes, after a few seconds, Ed nodded and said, “Feed him a load of piss.” Rex sighed and Wes began swallowing a load of strong piss while Ed filled his ass. When the two men were done, Ed slapped Wes’s ass “Kept it high boy,” and Wes arched his back. Ed smiled at Rex as he reached into a pocket of his overalls revealing a big white baggy of Tina. “Sometimes to start the weekend I like to make my regular piss chempiss, to get the boy started.” He proceeded to pull a huge bump out and slipped it into the boy. As he smoothly slid the buttplug in, Wes began to groan and wiggle his ass. “Gave him a big one,” Ed smiled, “cant wait to seek him getting fucked by your big white cock.”

Earlier today I went to the country club for my swim (3km lol) and usually after I hit the saunas, first the wet and then dry to relax my muscles and today was just like that, except ever since I got out of the pool, this hot jock, early 20s, gave me a grin and started following me to the saunas, unfortunately they were occupied by others but we eyed each other out by being fully naked soaking the heat. he had an incredible body and the sweat made it look magnificent, plus a nice looking dick (looked like 6" when soft). When we headed to the showers we hit the jackpot, they were almost empty and we found an empty shower stall at the end (they have doors but they don't go all the way down) and he followed me in. Immediately after he shut the doors behind we started kissing and groping each other hard bodies after the workout, we both got hard as a rock instantly and he had a nice hefty 8" just like mine. Yummy! Then he dropped to his knees and took my entire cock all the way to the root like a pro, I was moaning but trying to keep quiet as there were probably others in the area lol still without saying a word he got up, turned around and presented me with his lovely smooth bubble butt! I dove right in and started eating him, he tasted sooooooo good!!! I was opening him up with my tongue and soon my fingers were added to open him up. This time it was his turn to quiet his moans when I started playing with my cockhead on his slick hole, and started pushing in, slowly at first but he backed on my cock and clearly wanting me to go deeper, so deeper I went and pushed in all the way. Now it was harder for the 2 of us to hide our moans as I started pounding his beautiful ass when I became close I asked him where he wanted my load and he immediately replied "deep in my hole please!" a few pumps later I released volley after volley of my load deep in him, must've been 7-8 shot flooding his hole. when I pulled out he turned around and was rock hard and still hadn't cum, so this time I turned around and opened my ass cheeks with my hands helping him guide his 8" to my hole. i told him I already had 2 loads in me that my partner dumped and that he can fuck me as hard as he wants. He groaned and shoved all the way, fuck I love this feeling so much!!! I turned my face to his and we shared a passionate kiss while he was pounding my hole, at this point you could've heard the slapping of the fuck anywhere and frankly we didn't care and we moaned as he fucked me so hard just the way I like it! he didn't last long and a couple of minutes later he announced he was cumming in my slutty hole! Bingo! When he finished dumping what felt like a huge load he pulled out and I squeezed hard trying to keep all the loads in me, I saw his glistening cock and couldn't help it and I dove right in to taste his cum mixed with my partner and my ass juices! Yummy! He noticed I got hard again and again turned around and I shoved my 8" all the way in one move, I heard him gasping but I wanted to pump another load in him and I gave him a hard fuck, I even 'accidentally' slapped his ass a couple of times. don't know who heard but I also didn't care lol He was squeezing his ass muscled too trying to milk me and it was working cause soon I was dumping a second load in him! this time when I pulled out he went down to clean my sensitive cock from my cum and his own juices and I noticed he was hard again too so I guided him to my hole and told him to be quick! he fucked my hard and deep like a rabbit for almost 10 min non stop till he shoved in deep and I felt him cumming again. again, he pulled out, I cleaned him one last time and we kissed and rinsed off the sweat from both our workouts and the hard fucking we just had lol I went out first and when I opened the door to get out of the stall someone came and he was smiling at me when he saw the jock coming out from my stall, both of us naked cause we forgot our towels and with a semi hardon lol we got dressed together and it was the first time we had a conversation and I found out he was 20 years old and a student at our local university so we exchanged info and definitely will keep in touch. By the time I got out it was time for brunch and I met my partner and our friends at the restaurant and I was whispered to my partner that I am sitting with 4 loads in me after the action in the country club. needless to say he fucked my cum filled sloppy hole the second we got in our house and loaded me some more. 6 loads, so far... 🐷

This is not a story, but a comment that I'd like to make, that I am sure I'll get guff over. Seriously, will you guys stop being such critics of the stories that get posted here. There have been so many AMAZING stories that got started on this site which then died a withering death because the other BZ members feel that they've got to critique and nit-pick over the most ridiculous of things within these stories? If there's something you don't like within a story, just stop reading it. It's that simple. Someone gets hypnotized against their will and gets fucked, so what? Someone wore socks while getting fucked, so what? Someone's nasty old neighbor lures them in and then seduces them, so what? Someone get's off on Cheating, so what? Guess what, if you don't like any of it, so what! Let the rest of enjoy what we like. I feel like there has been a marked downturn in the amount of stuff being shared here, and this is a good part of why. I enjoy this site and want it to keep going. It takes a lot of energy to write these stories, and a lot of creativity to retell your escapades. Not everyone is going to be F. Scott Fitzgerald, but if the story is readable and gets me off, that's all I care about. And I wanna read that author's entire output instead of having some pissy critic kill it upon birth. Please, I can't be the only one who is feeling this. Here is your chance to speak up.

Please understand that unobstructed fucking with other men is the focus, not the issue of whether or not to seek/avoid illness. As most of us understand the term, "Breeding" implies a Top pumping his sperm up a willing bottom's ass, not what might or might not be included in that sperm. Thus, there is no connotation to spreading illness, only to "connecting" sexually with other men that feel the same sense of need. The issue of whether or not to willfully spread illness is an ancillary subject, with some in favor, some not, and worthy of discussion within certain threads, without any implied support or lack of it by the site. Breeding Zone is a treasured website by those of us that use it, to exchange ideas pertaining to our particular lusts, myriad ways, means, methods of expressing that lovely requirement in our lives.

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I made a decision this last week to get on prep after 20 plus years of fun but risky sex. I am still in pretty good health for 68 years old. I came to the decision after reading some of the comments on this site about the side effects, cost of meds, and having to take it for the rest of my life. I don't know how it will affect my thoughts, while being a cum slut on a bench taking cock after cock. There was something always exciting about maybe taking a poz load and getting charged which will not happen now. But I do think not getting HIV will out weigh the other thoughts.

Well said, and it applies across the board. We only get to decide what we'll do with our bodies, (or any other issue at hand, for that matter), and since we'd like our limits/viewpoints/decisions respected, it obviously follows that we respect others limits/viewpoints/decisions with the same respect we would appreciate towards ours. It's really simple. Respect others viewpoints, and they'll most likely respect ours.

The sun was out 🙂 So, the man that daddy has been talking to, and who I was meant to see for an outdoor fuck before Christmas but was rained off, was available this morning. Drove out to meet in some woodland. He was in his 70s but used Viagra and I was surprised at how well that works! I stripped naked. Although the weather was good it was still fairly muddy and I didn't want to kneel in my trousers. He also wanted me naked anyway and I had wipes to get any mud off my legs. Started with a BJ on Daddy as he watched me and told me what I was. I love hearing men call me slut, whore and whatever. Once I had finished on him I knelt before this guy and sucked his rock hard cock before he told me to bend over and I was fucked naked in the woods and he wasn't gentle. I wouldn't be surprised if I was heard or even seen, but I didn't see anyone else. I was quite muddy on my knees and arms and I was outdoors and naked and I took the chance to ask him to piss on me which he did. Daddy did too. That's one of the things I wanted to try and I can't explain how it made me feel. I'm still hard thinking about it. I wiped down before getting dressed and then back to daddy's who couldn't wait to have me showered so he could fuck me too. He seems happy to have outdoor blowjobs, but prefers indoor fucking. Two loads in my ass and I felt so excited and needed to give. Went to a cruising spot on my way home and got a BJ from a younger guy in his 30s. I don't normally get sucked, but I needed it. I was quite turned on by the younger guy sucking my cock, I just wish it had been that student from before. I hope he's tasted more cock since. I don't know why but I rarely cum from receiving oral so I pulled out of him mouth and wanked into his face, smearing my cock and cum over it. I'm still buzzing about it now. The other thing I want to try is chems but I think that will stay undone Piss whore 🙂

Love your weighted stretcher. Want! 🩶

It had been fascinating to watch Zeke’s reaction to meeting his cousin John for the first time Tommy though. They had greeted their guests at the back entrance by the garages. No one used the imposing front doors of the house. Once Tommy had opened them from the inside just to make sure they would open. As they had climbed out of the car Zeke stood staring at a ginger version of Mike who stared right back at him as some deeper instinct told them they were connected and an instant love formed between them. “There’s no denying it is there?” Mike asked nudging his cousin Mike had only discovered John’s existence after his father had died just adding to the list of reasons Mike hated him “None at all” Zeke said all the more interested because unlike Mike, John was versatile and since he played with his half brother he should have no problem with cousin lovin As if to prove the point John walked up and put his arms around Zeke kissing him deeply obviously feeling that connection, the instinctual love and lust himself, “It’s going to be hot fucking Mike’s ginger twin” Zeke said with a grin “Oh I make a much better bottom than Mike ever did” John said slyly “I don’t know” Jeff piped in “I like you both” he said patting Mike on the ass “Knock it off you two” Mike said his face a thundercloud as Zeke’s eyebrow shot up “I made Mike bottom for me before I would let him have my ass” John confide to his now smirking cousin “Only once” Mike snapped “And believe it or not his cock is actually a tiny fraction longer than Mike’s” Jeff added gleefully “And Jeff tops Mike at least a couple times a month” John added conspiratorially To Zeke’s surprise Mike’s face softened and he pulled Jeff into his arms “I don’t regret that one bit” he said without a hint of embarrassment “It made us stronger, deepen our trust in each other, Jeff is the only person on earth I can let my guard down that much with and it’s become an important part of our love for each other” Zeke nodded. Impressed by his cousin's frankness and then he saw Tommy looking at him with a question and maybe just a little bit of hurt in his eyes and he realized what a selfish asshole he had been. Tommy had never asked to top him because it had just been understood that it was not an option but that was before they had allowed themselves to admit that they loved each other. Zeke found that he didn’t even have to think about it and he and Tommy needed to talk It was already early evening so they showed their guests where their rooms were, John would be sleeping with Mike and Jeff most nights but had his own room as did Hank and Buzz, the other married couple here They shared a dinner lit by torches and candles out by the pool and then retired as it had been a long day of travel for there guests. Tommy seemed subdued as they entered their bedroom but Zeke knew he would not bring the subject up. Zeke’s stand on the issue had always been too adamant. Sliding into bed he pulled this boy who had so thoroughly changed him and captured his heat back against him holding him like he was the rock his entire life depended on “I’ve been selfish and denied you part of me” Zeke started “I’ve never asked” Tommy said “Would you have ever asked before today? Be honest” Zeke asked “I never would have dared” Tommy admitted “It was just never even an option” “I know you like to top. I have seen you do it when you got the chance” Zeke said rolling Tommy over to face him “You build your self around being dominant, being a top” Tommy said touching his face “I never want to take that from you” and he smiled but the corners of his eyes were wet “And what if I want to give it to you?” Zeke said quietly, almost shyly “What if I want to build a new life around you? Around us? What if I need to let you into my heart and my soul completely and share all of me with you?” Zeke’s voice was ragged with emotion, afraid, terrified that this raw soul bearing offer would be rejected Tommy’s lips gently took his in a sweet lingering kiss as he gently rolled on top of Zeke and slowly raised his legs to his shoulders nuzzling his neck as he slowly eased inside his lover. It had none of the pain inducing roughness they shared and craved when Zeke was on top. Just a gentle steady pace as Tommy tried to show with caresses and kisses how much Zeke’s sharing meant to him. Tommy reached down to stroke Zeke and knowing his lover’s signs timed his own climax with Zeke’s eruption. “I love you” they whispered to each other as they fell asleep in total relaxation waking as dawn crept through the windows Tommy cradled in Zeke's arms as he lay on his chest Everyone noticed the softening of Zeke’s demeanor the next morning but no one mentioned it After breakfast Tommy and Jeff went down into town to visit relatives taking Hank and Buzz with them to meet the fanatics who had been so excited to meet he two legendary quarterbacks Zeke, Mike and John hug out by the pool as Zeke and John got to know each other, deliberately avoiding the topic of sex much to Mike’s annoyance. He was obviously looking forward to something and sensing that Zeke and John drew it out as long as they could Finally Mike cracked “So are you going to make him give up his ass before he can fuck you or not?” He demanded of his brother “No” John said calmly Mike exploded “Why not? I have been looking forward to the look on his face when you told him he had to give it up to have you for months! Not to mention watching him actually do it!” “I only did that to you because you were such a douchebag about being a top and a Master all the time. Sure you bottomed for Jeff now and then but Jeff never made an issue of it. You strutted around The Confound lording your “Topness” over Hank and Buzz and even me though you had never even had me. You needed to be taken down a peg or five” John said winking at Zeke “Oh he’s a douchebag about it just as much as I am. You just don’t know him yet” Mike said darkly “You didn’t hear him last night and I’m sorry to say I did. I could hear you loud and clear through the fireplace in my room. What you said to Tommy was so raw and beautiful I was in tears" John told Zeke Oddly enough Zeke found he didn’t mind being overheard. What he had said was just how it should have always been “I will have it looked into” was all he said “I was probably just as sweet with Jeff” Mile muttered “And yet you still acted like a puffed up douche to everyone else” John told him “Only a brother can tell you something like that” he said to Zeke “Or a cousin” Zeke replied casting a side eyed glance at the sulking Mike John came over and sat with Zeke kissing him and Zeke soon found out how hot fucking his cousin could be. The fact he looked so much like Mike just adding to the mind blowing orgasm as he bred his own flesh and blood Mike got over his sulking and added his own load to his brother’s ass soon afterwards Zeke sat bouncing John's cock on his palm having just blown his cousin’s massive cock and swallowed his incestuous load “I can’t wait to see you fuck Tommy with this, Those extra inches should open his eyes. Don’t go easy on him; he loves it to hurt,. He goes off into “pain trances” when I push him sometimes” “Oh great!” Mile grumped “Now my brother gets to fuck Tommy’s sweet little ass when I don’t” Mike was having a bad day Mike and Zeke had a rule “You can fuck my boy’s ass after I get yours” and the one time that rule had been broken they had not spoken for years afterward Though they constantly competed Mike and Zeke and now John loved each other deeply and the separation had hurt Mike and Zeke both John sat smugly. He got to bottom for Mike and Zeke but even better he was the only person who got to fuck both Tommy and Jeff well except for Hank and Buzz maybe but they were family A few days later they were all enjoying a relaxing evening by the pool listening to Hank and Buzz tell the story of how they had gifted two stubborn tops who were in love but would not give it tup to each other. (For that tale see “Somebody to be mine forever” my other story here) “Actually one of them looked a lot like you Tommy” Hank said “His name is Dale his boyfriend was Alan” Both Jeff's and Tommy’s jaws hit the floor and Zeke just laughed “You fucked cousin Dale? I didn’t even know he was gat and I have know him all my life!” Jeff said “He’s been going to therapy for his anger issues for about a year now thanks to Zeke” Tommy said thoughtfully, flashing Zeke a smile “You know he used to fly off the handle all the time. Maybe this is what he was angry about. I loved his dad but he was so conservative he didn’t like to change his underwear” “For now I think we should let sleeping Dales lie” Jeff said just as thoughtfully “If he’s coming to terms with being gay he will tell us when he is ready. At least you and I paved the way for him with the family. It will be much easier for them to accept him after they accepted me and you” During the next days and weeks Jeff and Tommy subtly suggested to family members that it was time to stop ostracizing Dale and Tommy hand delivered a wedding invitation to Dale which read “Dale plus one” letting him know he was welcome to bring anyone special in his life as a guest They all really wanted to know who this “Alan” was

Mike laid back in his chair relaxing his cock standing proudly like a flagpole and dripping pre feeling Jeff’s mouth sucking on one of his nuts then the other he could get both in his mouth but it was not comfortable for either of them. Jeff loved the taste of Mike’s cock but could only take the head and a couple inches in his mouth. Mike never tried to force more because any potential damage to Jeff’s voice had to be avoided. Jeff’s head popped up with a quizzical look “Are you really 10 ½ inches Babe? I know you are huge but…” Jeff said in a teasing tone of voice Mike had known this question would come up eventually and said “There is a measuring tape in my case, grab it and measure for yourself” then he sat back with a smirk waiting. Jeff stroked him a few times to make sure he was fully hard then put the tape at the base amd unrolled it his eyes going wide as he stopped “Umm Babe this says you are just over 12 inches long” “Does it now? I guess you inspire me to new lengths Baby Boy” Mike said dryly “You lied!” Jeff said though he didn’t sound unhappy “Guys have a hard enough time believing 10 ½ you can call the extra inch and a half a bonus if you want. There are bigger dicks than mine out there but not many” “I knew I loved you for some reason” Jeff piped up cheekily then continued in a more serious voice “This last week has been wonderful and not this the sex, I never get tired of talking to you and I’m addicted to sleeping in your arms but if you got a man in your life you love him having a 12 inch cock is a nice bonus” then he swarmed up into Mike’s arms kissing him reaching down to point Mike’s cock at his hole and impaling himself on it riding him till Mike filled him with poz seed. Later as they lay in a sweaty heap Jeff asked “Mike are we going to have an open or closed relationship?” “Well I know no one else is touching you till I am 100% sure my virus is in your veins” Mike growled “That’s not what I am talking about” Jeff said reaching down to stroke Mike’s girth “What other man will I even feel after this monster? I a perfectly happy giving my ass only to you. There is something else I want” “And that is?” Mike asked Jeff bit his lip then blurted out “I want to watch you infect other men! I want to help you even to lure them in for you to breed” then he flushed looking down “I’m sorry I know that’s wrong” Mike put a finger under Jeff’s chin and tilted his head up till he was looking this man who was everything he had ever wanted even in his darkest fantasies and said “You really want that Baby Boy?” Jeff nodded the squealed as he was pushed on to the floor on his stomach his legs were forced apart and Mike roamed his full length in him thrusting in an animalistic frenzy and letting out a strangled groan as he came deep inside. Minutes later when Mike cam down from his orgasm he said “I’m sorry Baby Boy that got my cock so hard it hurt I had to get a load out. I would love to poz as many men as you want me to” Then they kissed and made out for hours. The next day was their one week anniversary and they were house hunting having deciding on Vegas as a home base. They had seen several in town but this one was a property about 10 miles outside of town the realtor referred to as “The compound”. They pulled up a private road to a gate in an impressive stone wall then through to see a large house with another building to the side. The house was beautiful with a huge pool in the back with an attached hot tub , a full gym with showers for four and a sauna. The outbuilding turned out to be a full recording studio though the equipment needed updating an attached art studio and a large empty room in the back. “That art studio could easily be converted into a tattoo studio for you Babe” Jeff said as they wandered the grounds getting a feel for the place “and with some updates I could record my music here. I’d rather make them come to me than fly out to L.A. each time. Did you know this place was owned by that famous singer who died in the plane crash?” Mike nodded. They met the grounds keeper and the two man house staff, a cook and a pool boy who shared housekeeping duties. All three handsome men in their 20s who appeared to be related and lived in a small cottage at the back of the property. They seemed friendly enough. They viewed several more houses and thought about it for a few days before putting in an offer on The Compound at asking price and a quick cash sale later were the proud owners of their new home christening it over the next week by fucking at least once in every single room.

Already living it ... kind of. A trucker I met by accident over 2 months ago has been discretely letting other truckers know that he knows about me, can arrange a "date" for me to visit them in their cab on certain nights and at certain times. I'm not a trucker. I have no connections to their world, except now through him. He and I have had sex 5-times since our first time and he calls himself my "Daddy" but also laughingly calls himself my "pimp" since he arranges the initial 2 meetings before he just lets me set things up. He kind of protects me but also kind of encourages me. He definitely enjoys me and is always first in line to have me when his route gets him there. And he's even set up an all-nighter once at a nearby hotel so we could spread out and enjoy our sex together without being so cramped in the sleeper area of his cab. And each of the 6 other truckers - so far - have all been real decent guys. They're just lonely guys on the road, away from home, most with cold wives who either hate their being gone for days or a few that hate that they're now "a little pudgy" as one put it to me the other night. I personally find the little extra kind of sexy! These women are stupid. But hey, more cock for me!

Years ago I was at a bathhouse making out with a very hot younger guy. We were taking turns sucking each other off when he told me that he would be right back because he had to piss. I told him to stay and I would take his pee. Within seconds his partially hard dick was in my mouth and he let loose. I did everything I could to make sure none spilled, swallowing voraciously. As his stream dwindled I made sure I kept some in my mouth and when he finished I kissed him deep sharing what I just I just took. We kept kissing until I moved to his ass, ate him good and the bred him. Only fair since I took his fluids that he should take mine.

Y'know what? Every fetish has detractors, even the ones enjoyed by the naysayers of (in this case) smoking. Whatever these protesters are into has plenty of people NOT into it. But they don't want their fun removed nor should it be removed. Not your thang? Move on to the next one and stop with the judgements.

EXACT-amundo! You and I feel the same about it, on every point! I love it!

every drop gets injected in my ass .

Twelfth day (21 March) After I woke up, almost my first thing I did was to check sniffies. I was horny as fuck, had a painful hardon. My daily routine is to jerk off for relief but somehow I felt I could have better solution. So I posted on sniffies that I needed a hole. Not much later a Latino guy (small, bearded with bubble butt, late twenty or early thirty, don’t remember) texted me that he needed a morning load. I took a quick shower and headed to the guy. He was close to me, a couple of corners of my hotel. He gave the instructions how to get in. The point was to undress in the living room and go to the bedroom. I followed the instructions and found him on the edge of the bed, on his fourth pushing his bubble butt up. He wore thongs. I mad his hole free and started to eat his ass. It tasted good. I stretched it with my tongue for a while and then I pushed my cock inside. I fucked him long when I felt I would come. “Do you want me to breed you?” “Yes Sir, I need your seed. Please breed me, come into my hole”. Or I just imagine this conversation? Perhaps. If you want to check it, visit my twitter. I recorded this and shared 😜 After we finished he mentioned that I was the first on that day. I asked him how many was the regular breeders a day? 7 to 10 he replied. Fuck, I am jealous. After that I headed back to the hotel. On my way I bought a coffee latte with oat milk to go. I really loved my life. I spent all day with sightseeing but in the evening I was horny again. I needed to be fucked. I started to find parties (I don’t mean parTY but orgies) and I was in sniffies on the same time. I found a post of a guy, who stayed in a hotel in the next street behind my hotel. He was a sporty, well-built, toned cumdump and has been collecting loads since morning He already collected many and invited anyone. I texted me, he gave the address. The door was open. When I stepped in, there were two other guys. A bit anxious white forty something guy and a black stud (around 30) with a monster between his legs. They were stroking their cocks. I joined them. The black guy started to fuck him. But he stopped for a while. Then I started to eat the cumdump’s ass. I felt the jizz with my tongue. Then an Asian guy came also. He was just standing and stroking his cock (the anxious was sitting and did the same). They just watched how the black guy and I were playing with the bottom. I started to fuck him while he was sucking the black monster. We changed after a while. We were spit roasting him changing the positions. Then I offered to double penetrate him. First I was in my back, he sat on me and the black guy tried to push beside me but somehow it didn’t work. Then the black guy turned to his back, the bottom sat on the monster facing the black guy’s face. I pushed my cock beside the monster. We were fucking together for a while. It was exciting but not too comfortable. Then we, the tops took a break. The bottom went back to doggy. The Asian guy who had surprisingly big cock started to fuck the cumdump. He started to fuck him even faster when he stopped for a moment and started to moan and dump his load onto his ass. We just kept stroking and were close. Then the black guy came. He fucked him hard. His breath became louder and more intense and then he had a very spectacular orgasm. I was really afraid to come early so I stopped. It broke the moment. I started to eat his ass which was amazing. I felt the fresh cums. It turned me extremely on so I shoved my cock into his loose cummy hole. I was close, I started to pant loudly and here I was going. I deposited my loads. The bottom thanked and I dressed up and left. It was an amazing and new experience I always wanted to enjoy. On the other hand I needed cums in my ass too. I went back to my hotel room and turned sniffies on again. Then a guy texted me asking how I was doing. I replied that I had deposited my load in a cumdump’s ass. He asked me to describe the adventure. He told me he wanted this with me. So he ordered to wait for him ass up in my room. Unfortunately, in my hotel the elevators operated only with room key cards so I had to go down to the lobby for him. He was a hot silver fox. When we stepped out of the elevator he stayed there. So from this point we played according to the scenario. Lights turned down, door left open, I wore only a jockstrap and my ass was up and faced the door. He stepped in, I heard how he closed the door and undressed. Then I felt his breath on my hole and later his tongue. He ate my ass and then he started to fuck. He fucked in doggy for a long time and and then he stated to come. Finally! I could feel his warm seeds in me. He pulled out and ordered to clean it. After a short conversation he left. It’s needless to say that it made me hornier. I went back to sniffies and texted that I was waiting for tops or verse to add their cum to the one I already had in my hole. Some unsuccessful chats a young black guy texted me. He was around twenty, university student in the middle west and member of the university orchestra. They attended a concert competition. He had a very interesting shape. I can say he was a cub but he had only a smaller belly but big fat ass. Adorable. And which was more important he also had a big fat cock. We started to play and undressed each other. We sucked each other. I enjoyed this bug black lollipop. (See the photo 😜). Then he asked ne to eat his fat ass and fuck him. OMG it sounded good but I hoped that he would fuck my ass. But I was polite host and gave to my guest what he wanted. I fucked him hard and he was literally crying. I didn’t stop and finally I deposited my last load on that day. He was satisfied and sent me a devilish grin: my turn. And it was. He fucked me mercilessly and beed me depositing his more days cum. The video summary of this adventure is also available on my twitter. 😈😜

After my fiasco at a private party yesterday (condoms, everybody leaving without dumping a load) I went to a sex club today. And yes, bitches, I am back. Dumped two loads. No questions, no drama. Just men on men in Lust. Amen

I apologize for the long wait. The process of moving from Georgia to Texas has been long and intense. I began it all in August of 2023. It was five months of house repairs and selling the house I owned in Georgia - two months of repairs, three months waiting for a purchaser. Then three months of looking for a house to buy in Texas, moving, and more house repairs on the house we bought. For three months of that we were essentially homeless, staying with friends and family during the painful waiting for contracts to be signed, money to hit the bank, and keys to exchange hands. I never want to move again. To catch you up on the story so far - The Bravos have just completed Airborne Jump School and earned their wings. After being allowed to relax on a four day pass, they were taken to a secretive compound for selective training. They have not been told the purpose of this training, but that’s nothing new for the Bravos. Grunts aren’t told why. Still, after a closed meeting with Bootlicker the squad leaders have begun putting it together and now know they have been lab rats in an experimental program thought up by the Pentagon and Marine Major Collins to determine the effects on a unit when homosexuals are permitted to serve in the military. The squad leaders decide not to tell the other Bravos, and each of them is keeping their own secrets about which Bravos might be gay. Assmunch, their Platoon leader is nowhere to be found. After an unsuccessful battle drill, the Bravos have been divided up among the men of the compound to undergo individual instruction. The organization running the compound also has no idea who the Bravos are, or why Major Collins has brought the young Privates here for what is usually reserved for specialized mission training of special units. But the money the Pentagon is paying is too good to pass up. Ulster McGregor, the leader has decided the Bravos have to know what they’re involved in, and implements a plan of psychological manipulation that will run in tandem with the training. Each Bravo is subtly questioned for intel. Except for Assmunch. His questioning has not been subtle. He has been isolated, beaten, and subjected to various methods of interrogation and low level torture. And when his resistance proves to exhaust his captor’s patience, they move to level 2 enhanced methods which result in his tormentor sexually assaulting him. It has only been 24 hours since they boarded the transports that brought them here. 24 hours without any sleep except the all too brief wait-naps they’ve learned to take whenever they could. SLEEPER “Montelongo, you’re with me.” The man said walking up to him. “Break down your kit and prep it for storage. We’ll be on a week and a half mission, so load out accordingly. Constant movement, rough terrain.” “Yes, sir.” Sleeper said, moving immediately to pull his items from his individual tent so he could pull it down. “I’m not your sir, or anyone’s sir. But, you bring up a good point. Address. Hmmm”. Ivan Brickmann pursed his lips and put a hand to his chin. Then he smiled in a friendly, relaxed way. “Call me Ivan. What’s your name?” Sleeper smiled back, it just felt right. Ivan seemed like a good guy. “My brothers call me Sleeper, but I guess just call me Addison, that’s my first name. Of course, you can call me Montelongo, I’m used to that too.” The man waved away the offer. “Nah. I’ll go with Addison. I like that name. Where’s it from?” Sleeper was making quick work of the ground pins, tie downs, paracord and thin tent fabric while they talked, pushing them into his ruck once they were reduced down to their minimal and most compact size. Breakdown should only take 30 to 45 seconds. Pins and paracord wrapped, tent flattened and edges folded inward to make a 16 inch strip onto which the wrapped paracord bundle was placed before rolling it into a tight cylinder of fabric. “I’m not sure. It’s a family name from my mother’s side. I only know my dad’s side.” Ivan nodded. “I don’t know where Ivan came from. I guess it was just a name my father liked.” Sleeper smiled. “Ivan’s a bitchin’ name. It sound tough.” The man shrugged with a grin. “I guess it does. Addison sounds fancy.” That made Sleeper laugh. “Nothing fancy about me. You want fancy, go talk to AF.” He said, point off into the slowly lightening camp toward one of the other soldiers. “What’s AF stand for?” Ivan asked conversationally. Sleeper was almost done getting everything stowed in his ruck. “Abercrombie and Fitch. Dude should have been a model for Calvin Klein, Hilfiger, Jordache Jeans, any of those fancy clothes. I’m handsome as fuck, but that guy is fucking pretty. Almost perfect. He’s got fucking dimples AND a cleft chin, a jaw like a boulder, and the rest of him just seems to fit together. He’s like some fucking All American Poster Boy for Freedom, Democracy, and everything Liberty and Justice for All.” That made Ivan laugh, a rich, loud and completely unrestrained bark. “I have to see this guy.” “I’ll take you past him. He loves to be seen.” Sleeper was shoving the rest of his gear into his ruck. There’s wasn’t much. If you were housed in a Temper you could spread yourself out a bit, some guys made a fucking mess of their square, but you knew you were going to be there for a while. It was called semi-permanent for a reason. But a temporary encampment in your individual tent meant you could be moving out fast, so you didn’t take anything out of your ruck that you didn’t need, and if you did, you put it back when you were done. No one wanted to be last man if you had to move out. “Don’t let Sleeper fool you.” Demon called from one of the closest tents, climbing out with his grooming kit. 38 degrees out this morning, and Demon was heading to the showers completely naked, with just his boots on his feet, carrying his towel and grooming kit in his left hand. “Sleeper loves to be seen too. It’s funny sometimes watching those two try to out-pretty each other.” “Fuck you Demon.” Sleeper threw him the bird. “Hey, I had no problem getting laid last weekend while you were on a romantic getaway with Zeus.” Demon smirked. “The ladies love me.” Sleeper snorted. “Yeah, I heard about that. She wasn’t a prize, dude.” Demon gave a high pitched yipping with a squeaky voice, and the sound was repeated across the camp by most of the other Bravos. “What’s that about?” Ivan asked. “Nothing.” Sleeper replied, but was interrupted by Demon who stopped a few steps away. “That’s the sound a fox makes. Sleeper wants his call sign to be Bravo Fox, because he thinks he’s foxy.” Sleeper scowled at his naked brother. “Foxy is for girls. I’m a fox, get it right.” Demon laughed and continued. “No, you’re foxy. If Zeus is your boyfriend, you’re the girl. I don’t make the rules, buddy.” Ivan felt the embarrassment flowing off of Montelongo in waves. Interesting. A little truth in the joke which was well accepted by the others in the Platoon, Ivan thought. “And I can’t do anything about how ugly you are.” Sleeper shot back. Demon ran his free hand down his lean and defined chest, his pecs flat unlike Sleeper’s. “I’m a tightly wound demolition spring. I’m made to be an effective working tool, not just a pretty trophy the boss parades around.” “I fucking hate you, Demon.” Sleeper grunted, pulling his ruck onto his back. “Can we go?” He said to Ivan. “Sure, come on.” Ivan replied. That little interaction provided a wealth of information on who Addison Montelongo was. Underneath the embarrassment was a distinct sense of satisfaction in the kid, some pride, and in spite of the voiced argument a comfortable happiness. He didn’t bite back with any meanness or low blows. There was no disagreement about the guy named Zeus being his boyfriend, or the getaway being termed ‘romantic’. Addison was fine with being portrayed as all flash and no substance. He liked the way this Demon made digs at him. He liked the digs themselves. “Who’s Zeus?” Ivan asked, walking towards the compound. He wasn’t surprised that Demon came with them, he was heading to the showers so they were both going to the same place. Another clue. It wasn’t Addison that answered him. He was fine with allowing Demon to explain. A quick check revealed Addison had a calm, unconcerned look on his face. Either he was very good at hiding his emotions, or nothing about the question bothered him. “Zeus? You can’t miss him. He’s our big guy. He’s way out of Sleeper’s league in the body department. Face wise? Eh, I’ll give Sleeper the edge. Zeus is handsome, but not on Sleeper or AF’s level. But with Zeus, it’s an overall thing. You have to be around him. Zeus is a feeling, a presence. I’ve never met anyone like him. And he sure loves Sleeper here. Stuck to him like glue.” Demon expounded. “He doesn’t say much. Hardly speaks at all. Keeps to himself. Top marks in qualifications. Screw taking a look at AF, it’s Zeus you really want to lay eyes on.” Ivan almost shook his head. That was a lot. Hero worship? Jealousy? Hmmm, interesting. “Is Demon right?” He asked Addison. “Zeus is…” Addison paused. “Zeus just IS. Demon’s right.” There was a raw, vulnerable honesty in those few words. Admiration. Love. Resignation. Pain. Hope. It was almost too much to unpack. “Any one of us would crawl across broken glass just to eat the undigested corn out of his shit.” There it was, that deflection. The mirage of crudeness covering some truth of Addison’s being. Sleeper was a costume. Bravo Fox was how he wanted his Platoon to see him, how he wanted to appear to his superiors. Ivan intuitively felt there was a depth and cleverness to Addison he didn’t want anyone to see. The ability to disguise yourself so perfectly was not something that an average grunt could ever be capable of. Even more, Addison liked this persona he’d created. He liked being treated as a pretty goof, no threat to anyone and not competent enough to be depended upon. Only someone who was far more than average would accept with such equanimity being treated as just a pretty face. The kid had absolutely no Ego. The million dollar question was whether Addison Montelongo was some empty dilettante or had levels of competence and capability that he was trying so hard to hide. Ivan was well acquainted with operators whose job required them to remain hidden among the masses, projecting an image that was unremarkable and average in every way. Someone like Montelongo could easily put his looks to use with charisma and charm. AF sounded like exactly that sort. However, Montelongo didn’t leverage his advantages at all. He didn’t want to be important. He didn’t want to be noticed at all except to be dismissed as something pretty. Ivan had a path forward now. He knew who he had to be to get past Addison’s facade. Someone safe, someone the kid could entrust with his personal baggage. A teacher, kind and strong. Supportive both emotionally and intellectually. With a stress on just how little time they had together before they’d never see each other again. Someone with no connection to the military. ************************** “What’s your Grid Azimuth?” Ivan asked. Addison was kneeling with the map on one knee. “93 degrees” “And your GM?” “Uh…” Addison paused while he scanned the perimeter of the map that Ivan had provided before they left. “14 degrees West” Ivan nodded, Addison’s math was fast. “Good. So…” he led out. “Magnetic Azimuth is 107 degrees.” Ivan pressed a hand to Addison’s shoulder and brought himself down to a squat beside the kid. He leaned in close. Touch and proximity were what Ivan called Trust Tools. “Okay. Now plot it out, and make your notes on the overlay and your field book.” The kid used his protractor to make various marks on the overlay in quick fashion. The pace at which he did his work impressed Ivan. “38 klicks straight line. You said we have a two day target?” Addison asked him. “That’s right.” Ivan answered, watching Addison’s pencil moving over the topography of the Medium Scale Joint Operations Group Ground map for possible routes. The part that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up was that he hadn’t indicated the location of the compound on the map. It should have been Montelongo’s first question. Had Collins briefed them on the location they’d be dropped off at? Other actions taken by the kid were also out of the norm. He hadn’t made a scale strip for distance calculation, simply used the flat side of his protractor as a gauge. That sort of shortcut eventually became ingrained but at the early stage these kids were at in their training he shouldn’t be there yet. Maybe the kid had a mind for math. The kid looked at him. “The terrain is going to make that tough.” “Explain.” Ivan said. “The valleys are where we can make good time, and the stretch between this range, Dirtseller Mountain, and our target isn’t difficult. Cultivated or developed land, some roads. But getting across this range…”. Ordinarily a straight march could cover about 13 km per day, more if not loaded down. And if they marched into the night 19 was doable. But the change in elevation, both increase and decrease in many areas would slow them down. Finding water, securing a camp, stopping to check the route, landmarks, reorientation, finding an alternate route around obstacles, all were time eating. The size of your group mattered as well. Larger groups moved slower. “Is your origin correct?” Ivan asked, knowing it was but curious to discover if it was a guess or if Montelongo knew for certain. Montelongo glanced at him with two eyebrows raised. “Yes. Well, within 4 miles, give or take.” Ivan tilted his head and squinted his eyes. “Bootlicker figured it out when we were dropped off. We left Benning, drove almost straight up here for a certain amount of time at a certain speed. The last leg was uphill almost continuously. He put it all together. Once I had this map, I knew exactly where we were or where we had to be to meet all the criteria. Running around the woods for the last couple days filled in the gaps.” Addison explained. “We can only be right here.” Ivan nodded. “I’m impressed. You think three dimensionally.” Addison shrugged. “Like I said, Bootlicker figured it out.” “No. You’ve got a map in your head.” Ivan said with a wry grin. “Okay genius, show me our route.” It was one thing to pinpoint your location when you had a visual of the horizon. But in heavily wooded areas the subtle changes in elevation, existence of waterways and roads, manmade landmarks - none of those were apparent and you had to place what you came across on a map in your head. Few could do it without years of experience and practice. He doubted many in the kid’s Platoon could pinpoint their origin so accurately even with this Bootlicker’s knowledge. Montelongo spent the next five minutes marking the overlay. The route wasn’t perfect, of course. It did, however, hit the most important locations, especially the one Ivan chose for their actual mission - the National Guard Resource Depot. The map didn’t indicate the Resource Depot’s existence so Montelongo couldn’t know it was there. But they wouldn’t be going anywhere near Dirtseller Mountain or what he told the kid their target was. *********************** “We’re going to break into a Federal facility?” Sleeper wanted to add ‘what the FUCK?’ To that but didn’t. They were on their stomachs looking at the same kind of chain link fence that surrounded every government facility on U.S. soil, complete with metal white signs that had the words ‘AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY’ in big red letters. But that wasn’t the sign that worried him. The sign that worried him was the one that warned intruders would be prosecuted for a felony under Federal Statute U.S.C. Your Life is Over, Section: Go Directly to Jail, Paragraph: How Stupid Are You, Subsection: Your Mugshot. “Yes. No.” Ivan’s casual reply didn’t indicate a concern at ANY level. “They’ve got some good shit in there. It’s sort of a gray area. It’s technically federal, or maybe a better way to put it is ultimately federal, but all of it belongs to the State, not the Fed, or the military after it’s been purchased. Now, the stuff on loan from the military… eh?” Ivan held up a hand and lifted it then lowered it again. Sleeper pounded his forehead on the dirt. “We can’t steal anything from there!” He said into the soil. They’d made good time, reaching their current location in just 30 hours. The terrain hadn’t been a problem at all, it was the constant need to avoid being seen that created the most difficulty. Winter got rid of the difficult underbrush and visibility issues that traveling through woodlands entailed. He felt Ivan shift without looking at him. “Why not? We’re doing them a favor. That equipment is probably older than dirt. National Guard always gets the hand-me-downs from the military. It only gets used on their training weekends, their funding is dismal because it’s not a high profile political must-have. Hell, the Reserves get better treatment, and they’re bottom feeders. So, we take a few things and they requisition newer replacements. Besides, if you don’t think all sorts of equipment walks away from this facility every single weekend, you’re delusional. We don’t have a big shopping list. We’ll be in and out in less than an hour.” Sleeper looked at Ivan. “Is that what you guys do? Steal all your shit?” Ivan shrugged. “You need to lower your moral superiority, soldier. If you want to feed your outrage properly, you should think about how your government has a thousand depots like this or bigger, jammed with dusty gear, equipment, materials, munitions, weaponry, vehicles, fuel and everything else that sits around unused for years until some natural disaster pops up and the Governor sends in the National Guard. And then, because they get literal pennies in funding, half of this stuff doesn’t work when they go to use it, the personnel have forgotten 80% of their training meaning they CAN’T use half of the stuff that DOES work. Their limited time with the Guard away from their regular lives doesn’t give them the opportunity to maintain all of it anyway. So what if we pull a pair of shoes out of a dumpster?” Sleeper blinked in surprise rapidly. “Did— Did you just call the National Guard a fuckin dumpster?” Ivan frowned. “No.” “Yes you did. Fuck, dude.” Ivan shook his head and shrugged again. “The National Guard isn’t a dumpster. I don’t know how you got that idea. The National Guard are the Homeless in this analogy, the ones that dig through the dumpsters, like this depot, trying to find something useful that might actually work for them. The State of Georgia is like a church, or maybe a shelter that gets ‘donations’ or uses charity money to buy blankets or clothes for the homeless. But they aren’t buying the quality stuff, just discarded used equipment or goods. Think of it as an ecosystem, a life cycle type thing.” Sleeper’s mouth hung open while he stared at Ivan. “Oh. Well, that’s so much better. It hardly sounds insulting at all when you put it that way.” He muttered sarcastically. “Exactly.” Ivan confirmed, confident that he fixed the issue and that Montelongo understood. ‘These guys are some shady motherfuckers.’ Sleeper thought to himself. Criminals, by Ivan’s own admission. “Now, your mission is to get us inside. Get to it.” Ivan ordered. Sleeper took a deep breath. He could refuse. End it here. None of this was duty related so there was no order to disobey. But Sleeper was no fool, he knew these were skills that would be useful. He couldn’t ignore the desire to test himself and he was curious to validate Ivan’s insulting view of these Depots and the equipment inside. He felt a moment of disorientation as his thoughts congealed around the concepts of duty, orders, desire, curiosity, skills, intelligence gathering and ultimately being given a choice between moral actions vs. necessity. Why? What was really bothering him? If he’d been given this task in field training, there would be no conflict. Orders, that was the difference that mattered. With orders, he didn’t have to think. He didn’t have to choose. Orders protected you. The mission protected you from individual repercussions. There was a line, sure, that no soldier should cross - avoid civilian casualties, avoid actions that would result in the death of friendlies. Breaking into a secure facility wasn’t that high up on the list of objectionable actions. Truthfully, even without a mission, or orders, whether on duty or off, it barely lifted the offense needle. He’d get chewed out at worst. And that was what spun his brain around. There shouldn’t be a difference, right? Wrong was wrong. Illegal was illegal. Except it wasn’t. He realized then that the Army expected a certain amount of fucking up, of bad choices made by idiot grunts like him. Now, if he broke into a nuclear facility, or a facility with Top Secret contents, oh he’d pay for that. But this? It was the equivalent of taking your mom’s car for a joy-ride. The State of Georgia would be mad, but what could they do? The Army wouldn’t care. And that assumed either of them would even find out. Or that any of it would point back to him. And going down that road, Ivan referred to it as a ‘shopping trip’ which meant this wasn’t the first depot his buddies had hit, which meant the State of Georgia knew equipment walked away from these facilities exactly as Ivan had said. And yet, they refused to protect them with anything more than a chain link fence and a couple of signs. As if losing a certain amount of equipment was acceptable. And wasn’t this what he was being trained for, or at least part of it? Infiltration was taught in one of their modules back in Germany, how to gain access. With one glaring omission - they didn’t teach anything about when NOT to infiltrate. Sleeper snorted. Now if that wasn’t a clear message, he didn’t know what was. The Army had to know that. Too many brains created those training modules to leave out something that important, unless they didn’t want the grunts to even entertain the thought of failure. Overcome or subvert defenses, avoid them if you could, eyes on the mission, the goal. Barriers were nothing but an element to bypass however you could. Lies, deception, brute force, sneaking, press a weakness, all options should be considered. Incapacitate or kill defenders if the mission were important enough. Blow shit up if you had to, if stealth wasn’t a necessity. Sometimes, just wrecking a piece of infrastructure was the goal. Set a fire. Flood the place with broken water pipes. Cut the power, disrupt communications, sow chaos. At other times, retrieval was the mission and destruction was a waste of time. It required a fast entry and exit with minimal enemy interaction. Leaving bodies or rubble behind was undesirable for many reasons. Occasionally, the mission had a caveat that you had to leave the enemy unaware that you were ever there. That was Bootlicker territory right there. Simply put, this type of thing was exactly what he was trained for, it fell squarely into the skill set expected of him. Plus…fuck, it would be exciting and fun. “Well, fuck it, let’s go fuckin’ shopping.” Sleeper said to Ivan, climbing to his feet, his former moral superiority sufficiently lowered by his surprisingly easy rationalization. It did make him briefly wonder how solid his morality could be if it was swayed that easily. He concluded it was solid where it needed to be, flexible when required and he could be proud that a logical evaluation of the particular situation left him certain of how to act moving forward. As they walked the perimeter to the front gate of the depot, he asked Ivan, “Was that part of this? Testing if I would hesitate to do something illegal?” Ivan chuckled. “Illegal. Hmmmm. Be glad it wasn’t a test, because asking that question right there? That’s a fail.” He gave Ivan a look of confusion. “That whole legal-illegal perception is useless. It doesn’t matter. What’s legal only matters if the people who made the law can enforce it. Here? Now? Later?” Ivan laughed. “If we do our job right, we remove their ability to enforce anything. Do you understand?” After his thinking through it moments ago, Sleeper realized he did understand. “Yeah, I get it. Or at least I think I do. It’s only illegal because they said it was, and they could do way, way WAY more to protect this stuff if they really thought it was important. They really don’t care, do they? It’s kinda ridiculous, when you think about it. It’s a mind fuck. We..” Sleeper pointed to Ivan then himself, “are supposed to believe it’s incredibly important, because of the fence, the signs, the promises of consequences. But obviously they don’t think it’s important at all. If they did, there’d be security, personnel stationed here as guards. The fence would be electrified, maybe surveillance cameras. Definitely not a chain link fence with a stupid six foot high double gate locked with a chain so loose we’re both going to squeeze through the gap. If they don’t think it’s important to secure this facility, it means they don’t consider the contents to be important either. So there’s no reason we should think it’s all that important ourselves.” Ivan nodded. “And…?” He prompted. Sleeper considered. “And I guess if they can spell out all the consequences for violators, they probably should have thought of what consequences were there for them if they didn’t protect this stuff like they should.” Ivan gave Sleeper a huge congratulatory smile. A weird thought went through Sleeper’s head… that was exactly the way Assmunch smiled when he found something that really pleased him. And speaking of Assmunch, Sleeper didn’t think he’d have had near as much trouble working his way through this business. Assmunch would have wanted to break into the depot and rummage through the Quonset Huts, the open air motor pool, the armory built into an earthen mound. He’d do it just to say he could, just to figure out what was required, what needed to happen to get in. For that matter, so would Demon, Wanker, Bootlicker and about half the Bravos. Definitely not Zeus, though. No breaking the rules for Zeus. “Talk me through it.” Ivan said as they inspected the gate. Sleeper shrugged. “Pretty easy. The loose chain coupled with the flexibility of the metal of the gate means we can make a gap and get through. No need to cut anything. No security measures out here on the perimeter. There wouldn’t be any motion sensors on a gate, and even the fence line doesn’t have the indicators a disturbance track would need. We’re good for entry.” He pulled one of the gates from the bottom and a shockingly large space opened that allowed Ivan to scoot through. Ivan did the same for him while Sleeper crawled through. “That looks like the Operations Command office there.” Sleeper said, pointing to one centrally located Quonset Hut. “Let’s hit that one first.” Ivan motioned with his hand for Sleeper to take the lead. ***************************** They didn’t find anything interesting in the Operations Command. Paperwork, personnel files, a couple computers. It was set up like a large office, fifty feet long and thirty feet wide. It also had an area set up like a day room at a barracks, with couches and chairs, a kitchen, a TV, a few tables. It wasn’t a Mess, that was probably in one of the other buildings. No, this was for downtime, meetings, recreation. Ivan let Sleeper look at anything he wanted, even a safe in what he assumed was the Commander’s office. “Don’t bother.” Ivan said. “There won’t be anything useful in there.” Sleeper felt relief. Sure, snooping around the facility was borderline okay, but a small safe in a commander’s office felt too personal. This was a National Guard Depot, not some high level Defense Department facility. There would be nothing valuable in the safe, no secrets, money or equipment. It was something that was purely for the Commander’s personal use while on duty. However… “It might have access materials. You know, keys to the other buildings, the motor pool, maybe computer login information.” Sleeper offered. “We don’t need keys to the buildings, do we?” Ivan grinned. “And motor pools are notorious for lazy security. You have a lot to learn about how your government views equipment bought with taxpayer dollars. Keep your eyes open, I think this should be a good wake up call.” “Well what about information then? We could get into the computer system.” Sleeper offered. “I should let you do it just to educate you, but you have someone in your unit I’m sure who could tell you everything you might find. Ask him. We won’t waste our time with it here. Speaking of which,” Ivan continued. “What kind of unit are you? The way you handled the Battle Drill exercise wasn’t straight by the book Infantry.” Sleeper shrugged, hoping it came off as genuine. Keep it casual. He sure as hell wasn’t going to let this guy know Bootlicker’s intel. “Oh, we’re Infantry, for sure. Just getting used to having some new guys who switched from other MOS’s. Still haven’t worked out all the kinks.” “Kinks? Didn’t seem like there were any kinks to me.” Ivan pushed. Sleeper gave Ivan his best ‘bullshit’ look. “I’d call me getting knocked the fuck out right out of the gate a pretty obvious kink. Dumb move on my part. Left my guys, and my unit without a commander.” Ivan tilted his head. “Do you think that’s why you didn’t complete the mission?” Sleeper shrugged again. “Probably not. The Bravos knew what to do, didn’t need me calling the shots after engagement.” “That would indicate either a well structured plan, or well trained personnel.” Ivan offered. “Neither of which mattered in the end, right?” Sleeper laughed while rearranging the items and paperwork in the commander’s office back where it all was before they’d gone through it. “Still couldn’t accomplish the mission.” “You think you made a mistake?” Ivan asked, watching Sleeper’s actions closely. Sleeper paused. He’d thought about. Sure, he felt bad, like he’d let his brothers down. Could he have made a difference? Was there something he missed that he could have corrected during the raid? “Sarge says doubts are part of the job, and that a leader without doubts gets his men killed twice as fast. Yeah, I made mistakes. Going in with my men wasn’t one of them.” Ivan nodded. Sleeper couldn’t tell if he agreed or if he was just acknowledging the statement. “What was the weakness in your plan, then?” Sleeper resisted the urge to sigh. “What I WANT to say is that we were down our best strategist, and our best scouts and sneaks. Those three could have made a difference.” He shook his head. “But really, the worst mistake was we… no I, it was me… treated it like it was just another drill with nothing on the line. If this had been a real-world mission, half the Bravos would be dead. I rushed it, told them to push as fast as they could and that speed would be the deciding factor because the enemy wouldn’t be able to re-position fast enough to stop at least one squad from reaching the goal. I played a game of sacrifice.” “There was no time limit for the exercise.” Ivan pointed out. Sleeper looked Ivan in the eye. “And no directive to accomplish the mission at all costs. With something more surgical I could have kept my men alive, and given us a better shot at reaching the goal.” Ivan raised his hands again to mime balancing out the scales. “And yet, too cautious and the mission fails anyway.” Sleeper sat on the Commander’s desk and crossed his arms. “How would you have done it?” “Me?” Ivan smiled. “Oh, I would’ve started fucking with the enemy the minute I got the orders. I would’ve sent a team in while they were still planning and thinking they had all the time in the world before the attack. I would’ve taken advantage of the fact they believed you would play by the rules.” Sleeper froze, stunned. “We’re not allowed to do that.” “Who told you that?” Sleeper couldn’t reply, it felt like his brain was short-circuiting. “Who was in command?” Ivan asked. “Did you have an officer or superior?” “No.” Sleeper said quietly as his arms fell down to rest his palms on the desk. “You, Addison. You were the one who was given the power and authority to decide how the operation proceeded, at least for your team. Every decision you make branches off from -“ “- how you define the mission and the engagement.” Sleeper finished. “Fuck me.” Ivan raised his eyebrows. “It was expected. I’ll give you a cheat, because, well, I don’t believe in rules. And I don’t believe in limitations when the lives of my men hang in the balance. Here’s the thing, whatever you were before, your team, you weren’t sent here because you are some nameless platoon of average grunts. So stop thinking like average grunts. Stop thinking that you can’t wipe your ass without a sergeant ordering you. Stop thinking that the book you were given in Basic is all they’ll let you do. Push the limits. Go outside the limitations they set. If it’s not said or ordered specifically just assume they omitted it deliberately and have allowed for you to use that omission to further your goals. Find a way, ANY way, to get the job done and keep your men alive. Results matter. Begging for forgiveness is a whole lot easier when your men are alive and you achieved your objective. You might get chewed out, but it’ll just be for show. And you’ll learn there are orders you can disobey without repercussions as long as you perform above expectations. There are superiors who look the other way, who only care about results. Be careful not to get yourself court-martialed, but shy of an actual crime with identifiable damage, no chain of command is going to go through the trouble of a court martial. Understand?” Sleeper nodded. Ivan clapped his hands, startling Sleeper. “Oh, and don’t fuckin’ get caught and you won’t have to worry about any of the other stuff.” ************************************************ ASSMUNCH It didn’t feel like I slept long but my mind snapped awake and refused to drift. Yeah, I was sore and bruised everywhere which didn’t help. A quick assessment, almost automatic by now, categorized the physical trauma to my body. Which was a mistake because it forced me to review how it happened. Which meant confronting that. I mentally slid away the second it touched my conscious mind. Nope. Not helpful. Nope nope nope. My shoulders ached, no doubt from being strung up and hanging from my wrists for an extended period. Surprisingly, my wrists were fine, just a little raw from the rope. My ribs hurt the worst, and second place went to my abdomen. My lower back area, especially around my kidneys gave me stabbing pains each time I moved. I flexed and stretched to figure out how extensive the damage might be. Not awful, nothing a little more stretching and rest wouldn’t take care of. It wasn’t even as bad as that time I’d slipped on the balancing logs while running the obstacle course and hit my side on the way down. I fucking rag-dolled into the mud like the snot sliming down your jaw after the gas chamber training. It wasn’t the first or last time my soul left my abused body in shock. My hips and groin ached, hard to say why. It was most likely from being hung just high enough that if I stood on my toes I could take a little weight off my wrists. Plus, each painful punch or kick I endured made me involuntarily seize up to ride the wave on my toes if I could. Sometimes I couldn’t make my legs work well enough to do that though. Have you ever felt a pain so sudden and immense that you can’t move or speak? Like you walk into something with your knee and there’s no room in your brain for forming words? Then your friend asks you ‘are you okay, man?’ And all you can think is ‘shut up, just shut up, I can’t talk, I can’t talk, I need to focus all my willpower on making the pain go away’? Yeah, the Ape was damn good at his job. At first, it wasn’t so bad. Not only could I deal with it, I wanted to focus on it and categorize it. A blunt fist felt heavy. A stiff finger jab was sharp and electric. Thrown elbows were special because the force was insane enough to feel like the spike went inches deep. Knee to the outer thigh? Nothing worth writing home about. Knee to the inner thigh, yeah, you felt that in your OTHER thigh too. Dense muscle seemed to restrict and localize the pain, while soft muscle spread it like a burn. Each had their benefits, but I liked the soft muscle burn the most. It was a warm pain rather than a cold electricity type. I could fall asleep with a warm or hot pain. Cold, sharp, electric pain made my brain sizzle with denied focus. Thoughts scattered, and if it was strong enough your eyes refused to see. Well, I’m sure they saw stuff, but my brain wouldn’t recognize it. Like it said ‘Nope, I’m busy, not accepting visual input at this time.’ The brain flares were seductive too, I won’t lie. I’m sure you’re probably saying ‘this dude is sick’ but hear me out on this. As near as I can figure, the brain flares were just sensory overload, a couple of seconds of absolute confusion and denial of existence. You only know they happened because for a brief moment afterwards you questioned ‘what the fuck just happened?’ Well Private Punching Bag, you got your bell rung, that’s what fucking happened. What kind of question is that? Did you lose a few brain cells? Don’t worry, you don’t need those, you’re in the Army. Brain cells are NOT standard issue and NOT mission critical, carry on. Carry on. Yeah. HOO-AH! The pleasure to be found in pain lasts only as long as your body can pump out whatever chemical it uses as a defense. Once you’ve milked that organ dry the pain becomes an irritant to your consciousness. And that’s the point at which your only option is to ignore it. What I mean is you have to think away from it. During the pleasure period, focusing on the pain is rewarding. After that period ends there’s no reward in it. I’ve had this trick I do ever since I was 13 years old. I call it the Push It Away. What? Not the world-shattering descriptive term you expected from me? I was 13 when I had to name it so cut me a little slack and maybe go fuck yourself while you’re at it. You can think about how you like to judge children as you attempt to fit your big opinion of yourself up your … Now I’m getting off track, see what you did? Verbal brilliance was never in the top 10 of my best qualities. I do know how to say ‘fuck you’ in five languages. That ought to be worth something, right? So anyway, the Push It Away works like this: You take the pain, shrink it down to a manageable size in the area affected and imagine pushing it out of your body. It takes some effort, and yes it’s all in your mind, but that’s the ‘trick’ part of it. It tricks your brain into focusing on something other than the pain, you’ve given your brain a conscious task rather than instinct. Your brain wants to pay attention to the pain because that’s important for survival. Fighting that instinct isn’t easy. Once the trauma initiates the pain though, it’s heightened afterwards because your muscles seize and tense, you hold your breath, and your brain is trying to catalogue the injury, take an assessment of damage. That makes it remember the trauma. You can’t let it do that, can’t let it relive the trauma. So … don’t. Think of anything else. In sports, your coach tells you to ‘walk it off’. All he’s doing is giving you a conscious task to focus on rather than the pain. It also helps you un-tense, gets you breathing normally. It allows the tension in your body to release. It takes practice, and you have to start out small but it works. There wasn’t any real pain to speak of when the Ape shoved up…. Nope. Push It Away. I made a circle with my lips and breathed a few shallow breaths. I don’t know why I couldn’t think about it. It couldn’t have been physically damaging, his dick wasn’t even that big. Nope. Push it Away. A feeling of disgust and sickness began to overwhelm me. I pushed HARD, and pushed myself right out. Thoughts began to surface. And yet, I became a clinical observer. I saw the thoughts, but it wasn’t me thinking them. The place where there was no me. And it began: Part of him knew what happened, knew what the Ape had done to him. The other part refused to care or acknowledge the rape. The part that knew wasn’t too bothered except to question what possible goal they’d meant to accomplish. Oh, he understood one aspect involved breaking him psychologically. That was a no-brainer. They’d tried isolation, tried interrogation, some weak physical trauma along with mind games. His only regret now was that he’d spent most of the time mentally trying to figure out their game rather than using the process to strengthen his focus and endurance. He regretted how frequently he’d chosen to ‘tap out’ mentally during the worst of it, including the sickening feeling at his periphery when the Ape’s unimpressive cock first slid up inside him. It almost made it worse that the big beast didn’t measure up in the dick department. Being brutalized by something completely average was insulting in its own way. If he was stronger he would have stayed present to learn as much as he could. He couldn’t even say with any certainty how long it had taken. All of the details were locked in a very tiny box far back in his mind. He was forced to question whether that was good for him. No, that was not the right concept. Of course it wasn’t good for him to lock it away like that. Doing it that way meant he’d learned nothing from handling Kevin’s memory in a similar fashion. The true question was whether it was useful, either in the short term or long term. Would it rear its ugly head at some inopportune moment, come back to him when he least wanted it to? Probably. He mentally sighed. He knew what he had to do. Trouble was, he didn’t want to. Fucking hell. He wasn’t even sure he’d have time to wade through the connections to what it meant for his time here, for his relationship with Kevin, to being the leader of the Bravos. At least he wasn’t stupid enough to question what it meant for his self confidence or his manhood. It had nothing to do either of those. Those were solid. He knew who he was and hadn’t asked for this treatment. There had to be a point to it, didn’t there? He could choose to shrug it off and chalk it up to an experience he probably had to get out of the way sooner rather than later, and they’d done him a favor. But that felt like taking the coward’s way out. It would be easy to talk himself into that. Twisting your brain and consciousness with lies that let you off the hook simply rationalized what you wanted to be true, not necessarily the actual truth. Yes, the situation was absolutely beneficial for those reasons, but silver linings are the sugar you put on something bitter to hide its nature. Mental strength came from recognizing and understanding the bitterness first. Fuck. He put his hands behind his head on the cot, refusing to stand up and pace like he wanted to. Was he making too much of this? Ultimately he didn’t care what the Ape did. So why hide it away from himself in a box? That made it seem like he did actually care. Also, was it that important to do this now? Was this the right time and place for the soul-searching? “Arrrrggghhh” he growled in frustration. Another lie to his brain. “Fuck you, brain.” He muttered. Why entertain putting it off when he had nothing else to do but lie here? He’d never been in the habit of lying to himself. “Well guess what, Tom? We’re gonna do this, you stupid fuck. Stop trying to trick me. Don’t start none, won’t be none.” He said out loud. Oh, now I’m talking to myself. Woooo-weeee, this is definitely doing a number on me. Which only meant he should absolutely work his way through it now. Having decided, he felt a calm descend. He took a moment to relax with relief. Good, we’re on the right track then. He allowed himself that affirmation. Yes, there were benefits to the experience. It would be stupid to ignore those. He could use them to force himself to grow. Sure, it was a crutch to make the damage assessment he’d be doing later easier to swallow but why give up an advantage when you didn’t have to? So, benefits. Another bridge crossed, a test most men never endured. And he’d endured it. He’d felt no terror, no shame, no soul-shattering fear or revulsion. The only emotions he could find were regret and sadness that Kevin wasn’t the only one. He understood that had been important to himself. It made him want to apologize to Kevin for putting himself in a position to have it happen. Except he wasn’t sure he could even tell Kevin. It would make him angry. Maybe Kevin would even take his anger out on him. For any other reason, that would have excited him. An angry Kevin was just fucking sexy as hell. Those grey eyes shrouding with a scowled darkness, the clenched jaw and subtle snarl he displayed forced a deep surrender inside Tom that was damn near its own full body orgasm. Seeing the otherwise sedate, unshakeable man burn with the internal molten heat of fury thrilled his blood to equal Kevin’s primal emotions. Any emotion Kevin chose to reveal was like a bright beacon to Tom’s soul. It could be love, which made Tom flush with a weakness so close to passing out. It could be amusement that flooded his body with endorphins. Kevin’s frustration made Tom’s spine tingle. If there was a sign that two souls were tragically and joyously intertwined, it was how Kevin’s mood invaded Tom’s body and mind with uncontrollable instincts and reactions. And for him, the ease with which Kevin seized all power and control seduced him beyond any line in the sand he might draw. Yes, Kevin would be angry. He would be angry at the men who did it, at the situation, at the futility of all of it. No silver lining in that, except perhaps gaining the knowledge early on that Tom intended for an extraordinary life and if he wanted to be a part of that there were going to be other distasteful situations that he should learn to keep separated from their relationship. He jolted up on the cot, breathing heavily as he swung his legs over the side to ground his feet firmly on the concrete floor. He’d gone the long way around. You dumb fucking grunt. Had to do it the hard way, didn’t you? He ridiculed himself. What this was, this training, his experiences no matter how personal or intimate… it had nothing to do with what he had with Kevin. Kevin should learn to keep it separated? Doctor, fix your own fucking self. Which was something Kevin would say, only he’d probably remember the right quote. It was Shakespeare or something intellectual. Or maybe John F. Kennedy said it, who the fuck knows? Something else occurred to him right then: how it would affect Kevin was his biggest internal conflict. He knew from the start he didn’t give a rat’s ass about what it meant for himself. He could deal with the disgust, even mitigate the blame. It didn’t matter at all because what happened to his body had no connection to the man he was. And while it would affect the man he wanted to be it was only because it was something he could use to surmount other obstacles. If the Army taught you anything, it was that pain and suffering were the stairs you climbed to domination. The final piece that called a truce between the warring factions of his mind was that the sexual assault had to be a one time thing. He understood the difference between an ongoing and repeated use of the method vs. a single occurrence. Ongoing and repeated would be repulsive in a way he may not be able to reconcile so easily. He began to laugh. Yeah, his laughter sounded crazy, even to his own ears, but it was the laughter of release. Sitting there on the edge of the cot he understood he’d never have to cross this bridge again. The confidence he’d gained in his sense of self was huge by itself, but even more important was realizing he and Kevin travelled separate paths that they could walk side by side. Whatever change became necessary on that path, Kevin would be a constant. I dropped off the cot onto the floor and began a set of pushups. No sense in getting soft or letting my strength suffer just because I was a prisoner. I was past the worst of it. The gentle reintegration of my separated minds felt right. I wasn’t even angry. I learned something about myself it would have probably taken years to learn otherwise. Now, figuring out why my brain seemed to enjoy having a psychotic break? Way too gnarly to dig through. There was some mental bullshit called Multiple Personality Disorder. Sally Field did a mini-series about it in the 70’s. My mom has it on VHS. It’s called Sybil or something. Seems a little fake to me, just saying you’re different people when your mood changes. Well, at least it used to seem like bullshit until my brain decided to watch itself use the 3rd person to refer to me. That means I was three people at once, right? Me watching, the guy talking about it, and who the guy was talking about. That’s why they call it 3rd person. Ah, FUCK! Mrs. Balenciaga in 10th grade English could have explained it that way and maybe I’d have made a B in her class instead of a C. It made sense now. Before you get all ‘uh… Assmunch, that’s not what 3rd person is’ I beg to differ. One part of me was talking about *myself* to another part of me. That’s three people. There was probably a 4th person, or more, in English but who the fuck knows how THAT fucking works? Like I said, brain cells are not standard issue in the Army. Hoo-ah!

Jason did return quite regularly after that, and seemed to come out of his shell a bit more with us as he got more used to feeling like what he was doing was OK. It was maybe the fourth or fifth visit to ours that he actually decided to stick around for a bit to have a drink and talk after we’d fucked, and the eighth visit was when we first managed to get him to undress again for a second round before staying the night in one of the guest bedrooms. We tested his boundaries a little more with each visit, and discovered that he seemed to respond well to a bit of domination. We took things slowly on that front, starting with strapping him onto the bench, then into the sling, and eventually into a set of stocks that Stone ordered to add to the playroom equipment (which of course we had ‘christened’ with me being put into them first before Stone invited the whole neighbourhood round to join in). However, we also got him to start practicing as a versatile performer, mixing up what we did to him with the occasional topping role, usually with me as the bottom but also a couple of times with Stone. He was certainly a very eager student. We weren’t really sure what was happening with him outside of his visits to our place, but one day he decided to talk about it with us over some post-fucking drinks and cigarettes. Evidently the studio had not responded well to his arrest, so despite the charges being dropped they had let quietly him go from his contract. However, one of the execs had put him onto a friend of his, and Jason had started working with him. These were all-black orgy films shot with a single camera around the guy’s house, and Jason always wore a hood as he took up position on his front or back to get fucked and bred by the various tops and versatile performers also on set. He showed us one of the films that had been released onto that studio’s website, and what surprised us the most was that it was so obviously him, given he wore no top so his distinctive tattoos were on full view, and he hadn’t even taken off his trademark gold Cubans. We decided not to say anything about this though, and once he was gone we had looked through all of the videos he had done with this new outfit. Despite him clearly getting other action now, he carried on visiting us on a pretty regular basis. On one occasion we decided to take things up a notch or two by ‘forgetting’ that we had invited Frank and Bram over to play, and when they entered the playroom through the side door Jason looked a bit like a deer in headlights. Credit to him though, because after only a brief moment of looking like he was about to freak out, he relaxed and went with the flow. Loads were taken by all that night, though Jason’s hole was obviously the main focus. Thereafter we brought Frank, Bram and some other friends in on the play every now and then. Jason did eventually get sick, and Stone and I took it in turns to be at his place looking after him while he converted. He seemed to understand what had happened, and didn’t react too badly when we took him to a clinic and the result was confirmed. He eventually told us that his prep supply had indeed ended when his contract was terminated, but by then he wasn’t able to turn off his need to be bred despite no longer being protected. He had not been actively chasing, but nor did he do anything to reduce the risk of infection and had kind of known it was inevitable. He told us he knew we must be poz because of working with Scorpex, and that he knew he could also maybe just start seeking what he needed from neg or undetectable guys, but somehow had just wanted to keep coming to our playroom. He genuinely seemed OK with it, although we suspected he might need a bit of support as the reality dawned on him so we kept an eye out. In the meantime we decided to introduce him to Scorpex, and it turned out they had been enamoured with the hooded blinged-up bottom appearing in the orgy films but had somehow failed to make the connection. Jason was soon signed up for a contract as a versatile performer, giving him access to healthcare insurance so he could go on meds and, in time, get some support when he did start to freak out a bit about his new status. He has become a popular performer with Scorpex, and Stone and I got to appear with him when the execs wanted him to be dominated for a shoot and he had said he would only do that with us. Interestingly, Jason has settled into a sort of middle ground in life, having started out as a straight man performing only as a top, becoming a needy hungry bottom with us, but now happily able to talk about his bisexuality. He actually has a girlfriend, a poz dancer he met through a support group, but she is relaxed about his work and also the need to satisfy other urges to keep him happy. As such, while no longer as frequent as it was for a while, he still comes over every now and then to play. Seeing Jason find a bit of peace and happiness with himself has spurred me on too. Stone and I are about to go away to a cabin in Colorado for a little break, and I have decided to take the plunge. He and I are perfect together, and when I find the right place and time up in the mountains, I shall be getting down on one knee. Wish me luck! THE END

I sighed and put my iPad down on the coffee table in front of me. “Babe” I called out, “come take a break before you make yourself crazy.” A few moments later Stone slouched into the room, looking thoroughly pissed. “I don’t get it” he said. “Can’t people just hit the Back button and move on to something they do like? It’s not like I’m getting paid to do any of this, or trying to get famous from it. I mean, my stuff is out there for people to enjoy for free, so why the need to be negative if they would prefer something else?” “I know” I replied, “but I did warn you about reading the comments.” “Yeah” he grumbled, as he sat down next to me and I put my hand on his leg. “But I want to see what people who do actually like my sort of stuff have to say in case it gives me some more ideas or helps me to make the songs better. I spend time doing this stuff in a way I enjoy myself, and I like talking to other people who have similar tastes.” Stone had recently decided to start posting music he had been making, which was a mix of his own songs and covers of others, delivered in a very different way to the originals. His videos were of him performing live, but he obscured most of his face and applied a black-and-white filter to avoid getting recognised. He had no plans to try to make something out of it, and was just doing it in his spare time for his own enjoyment and to hopefully entertain a few others. He was, however, leaning the hard way about what the internet was really like. “Listen” I said, “how about we have a bit of fun to work off your frustrations, and see if maybe that stirs up some more positive thoughts for you?” “Oh yeah?” he asked, turning to me with a smirk. “Would this ‘fun’ involve me pounding you into next week by any chance?” “I’d definitely be up for that” I chuckled, “but I was thinking more of following up on a lead I’ve had.” “A lead?” he asked, looking quizzically at me. “Jason” I said. “Found out a bit more about what happened, and where we might find him.” “Well, that does sound promising” Stone said. “But unless we’re gonna find him waiting outside right this minute, I think we might have to go with my idea first.” I laughed out loud, but also knew he wasn’t joking so duly got off the couch and started to pull down my shorts. Mere moments later I was bent over the dining table with the man I loved working out the frustrations of his evening in my hole. Once we’d recovered from the rather frenetic fuck, we got cleaned up and then headed out. Having been kicked out of the apartment he had shared with his now ex-girlfriend, Jason was temporarily staying with a mutual friend who had got curious about his nighttime absences and had thus followed him out one evening. Unbeknownst to Jason, this mutual friend was quite into what Stone and I had been doing, so had let me know what he had found out and promised to message me when his new housemate went out. Such a message had arrived just as Stone was erupting inside of me, and we were now en route to the park he had told us about. After parking nearby we split up to look around, keeping our phones to hand to quickly message each other. There were a few guys hanging around who seemed like they might be cruising, but others who I thought were probably seeking or selling drugs, making it far more likely the police would be nearby. ME: Keep an eye out and be ready to run. Drugs. STONE: OK. Fortunately it was just a minute after sending that message that I caught sight of Jason, standing by a tree looking at his phone. He seemed to hear me approach as he put it away, stuck his hands in his pockets and looked up to see what was going on, his expression changing the instant I came into a pool of light from on of the few dim lamps around the place. “Greg” he muttered. “What the fuck man?” “Hey Jason” I said. “Been a while.” “Get out of here” he growled. “No fucking way” I replied. “Not without getting you out of here too.” “Who sent you?” he asked, glowering at me. “No-one” I half-lied, “but I heard what went down and we want to help you.” “We?” he said, pulling his hands out his pockets and balling his fists. “I’m here with Stone” I said. “What the fuck” he whispered. “Why don’t you come with us and we’ll talk about it?” I said. “Before the police get here again.” He glared at me, but eventually nodded as he pushed himself off the tree he had been leaning against. I started walking back in the general direction of the car, typing out a quick message to Stone so he’d meet us there. None of us said a thing as we got to the car, Jason climbing in the back while we got in the front. After watching a darkened patrol car glide past us towards the park we had just left, I quickly pulled out and set off, doing some cursory checks to make sure we weren’t being followed, particularly as I didn’t know if Jason had anything on him that could be a problem if we were pulled over. Once I could see we were clear, I decided not to freak him out too much by taking him to ours and instead headed to a bar we knew that afforded its patrons with high-sided booths and plenty of privacy. Jason said nothing as we entered, so I got him the same rum and coke I remembered him drinking on set back in the day, while opting for plain cokes for me and Stone. “What happened man?” I asked Jason, once we’d been sat in a booth in silence for a bit. “Nothing happened” he quietly replied, staring at his drink. “I wasn’t doing nothing, had all my clothes on, had no drugs, no cash, so they had to drop the charges.” “You got lucky” Stone said. “Fuck off” he snapped, before letting out a deep breath and continuing in a softer tone. “Sorry man. Yeah, I know I got lucky.” “So what were you doing there?” I asked. Jason said nothing for a while, but we gave him time to gather his thoughts. Then, with a lot of initial hesitation, he started to tell us the story. His girlfriend, a performer herself, had wanted to spice things up a bit and had arranged for another of her female co-stars to join them for a threesome. Then after that it was a different female co-star, and then a third. But one night it was another man she had brought to their bed, who Jason knew worked on hetero, bi and gay films. The sex had all been about her, but then she had invited the same man back again and started taking things in a different direction. Jason was of course well used to fucking men on-camera so had not had any real issues at first, but it was once his girlfriend was asleep and the rum had continued flowing that the ante was upped. His girlfriend woke up to find him on his hands and knees losing his anal virginity. Thereafter it had solely been other men she had brought to their bed, and Jason had to get used to her expectations to see him bottoming. However, she had suddenly lost interest in all this and had stopped inviting anyone else into their sex life, cutting him off from something he had really started to get into even if he wasn’t ready to admit that out loud. The trips to the park had started initially when he was drunk and his inhibitions lowered, but he eventually began seeking out that release even when sober. He dressed it up as a new exercise regime that involved an intense nighttime run before bed, and seemed to get away with it at first. However, he had not known that his girlfriend was starting to suspect what he was up to, not least because he was no longer performing as well in the bedroom with her, so when he was arrested in a sting and had needed her to bail him out, the writing was on the wall for their relationship. He was out on the street the next day. “You know” I said, “you don’t need to go looking for it in such a risky way, particularly when there’s other illegal things going down that attract the cops.” “Yeah” Jason mumbled. “We could help if you want” said Stone. “Give you somewhere to explore that side of yourself, where you don’t have to worry about it getting out.” “Plus, you know, we’ve both been on the same journey” I offered. Jason looked up at me, and fixed me with a stare for a while before speaking. “Do you think I’m gay?” he asked. “Doesn’t matter what I think” I said, “nor does it matter if you are or not. You just know now that it feels good, and you should be able to do something about that in private.” He carried on staring at me, before nodding and looking back down at his drink. “OK” he said. He swirled his finger round his glass, before picking it up and gulping down the contents. He slammed the glass back on the table, and then fixed Stone with a look. “Show me” he said, before sliding along the bench and out of the booth. Stone and I left our drinks on the table, and followed Jason out of the bar. He had some jumpy energy about him, so I pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket and offered him one. Once we had all lit up, I delicately probed a little further just to see what Jason would be most comfortable with, including whether or not it was actually us he wanted to explore with or if he just wanted our help. By the time we were stubbing out the cigarettes we had settled on him coming back to ours, so we got back into the car and drove home in silence. Jason didn’t seem to want to delay things with another drink, so we ushered him down to the playroom where he quickly stripped down to his jock. However, the big surprise came as Stone and I were getting naked, when Jason reached behind himself and delicately pulled a lubed plug out of his hole. Knowing this meant we could just get down to business, we urged him to get down on the bench so he could be comfortable, before Stone took up position and starting gently rubbing Jason’s hole with his cock. “Do it” Jason growled, ever so slightly pushing back. Stone looked up at me and winked, then focused on the inviting hole in front of him. He started pushing his girthy dry cock into Jason, content that no condom had been offered or requested, and assuming that there was already enough lubrication in there based on how wet the plug had been. Jason softly moaned as Stone slowly but firmly pushed into him in one go. My boyfriend held in position for a moment, and then began his thrusts which gradually got faster and deeper. Even with his head down on the bench, it was clear that Jason was loving it, arching his back like a seasoned bottom and letting Stone take full control of the pounding. It was so hot to watch, Jason’s toned body and tight buns seeming to just scream “bottom” now that I was seeing him in this position rather than hammering away as a vigorous top. I guess that our earlier rut had taken the edge off for Stone a bit, as he was showing incredible stamina while he pounded away. I decided to mix things up a bit while I waited my turn, so went over to stand next to Jason’s head to just see what happened. It took him a while to realise I was there, but when he did he propped himself up a bit and stared at the hard cock right in front of him while his body rocked back and forth. I stepped forward just a bit more to put it in range, and he stretched out a little and took the tip into his mouth. I let him have just that for a couple of minutes, before shuffling forward a little more to effectively force my cock deeper into his mouth towards his throat. He gagged a little, but didn’t pull off so I just went the whole hog and pushed until he’d swallowed it all. He was audibly snorting as he got used to what I suspected was his first spit-roast, but credit where it’s due, he never gave off any vibe of wanting either of us to pull out of him. Stone eventually started to reach orgasm, speeding up his pounding to a frantic pace until he slammed into Jason and held position while he unloaded. His breathing was ragged, and it took him quite some time to calm down and pull out. He staggered back and slumped down on a chair at the side of the room, giving me my cue that it was time to take over. I pulled my cock out of Jason’s throat, and quickly repositioned myself behind him and slid into his cummy hole. I was already pretty heated, so picked up where Stone had left off with a rapid and energetic fucking, Jason responding by moaning and panting his desire for me to keep going. I didn’t last long though, and soon was spurting another load into our former co-star. I collapsed on the floor next to Stone, and we sat breathing heavily as we watched Jason just remain in position on all fours with cum leaking out of his gaping hole. After a couple of minutes he lifted himself up onto his knees, and reached behind to lightly finger and explore his hole. He then brought his fingers to his mouth, taking a taste of some of the deposits we’d left back there. I could only see a bit of the side of his face, but I thought I detected what could be a small smile breaking out on his face for a brief moment, before he then slid himself back and got off the bench. He went over to his clothes and started to get dressed, only turning to face us once he was fully clothed again. “Thanks” he said. “No problem” I replied. “You’re always welcome if you need more.” He nodded at me, and then in a flash was gone up the stairs and out of the house. Stone and I remained sitting for a bit, before hauling ourselves up and off to the shower. “He’s probably on prep” Stone said, as I climbed into bed next to him a while later. “I know” I said, “and honestly I’m happy just to help him get comfortable with being versatile if that’s all this turns out to be.” “Me too” said Stone, smiling. “He is hot as fuck, and clearly meant to bottom.” “Amen to that” I replied, sliding down and putting my arm across Stone’s chest. “It’ll be fun to watch him realise that for himself.” With that, we both gradually drifted off to sleep, safe and comfortable in each other’s arms…

Met the pretttiest little White boy at the bar Sunday 21 (barely) he got flirty and I got frisky and ended up back at my place when I began to put a skin on he ask why, told him I was poz said he did not care he wanted my nut, well he got it (twice) went to sleep holding him nestled in his pussy. was a VERY good night 😄

Had a lazy afternoon, my partner was out for some errands and he already fucked me good all day giving me 3 fantastic loads, I was plugged, caged and feeling all his cum in me and that of course got me horny again. I got a message from an anonymous profile not so far away from me, sending his age, a body pic of him from the gym and a nice dick pic with the stats, "34, horny, 8" top" My reply was very short: "now! Where?" so I put on a tank top and shorts, don't bother with a jock since I am caged and hop in my car and it's a 5 min drive. He told me to park in the driveway and come to the back so I headed there to see this magnificent looking man, nearly 2 meters tall, naked and furry in all the right places with a semi dangling between his legs. Yummy! We stand closer and he's looking down at me, (I'm 1.85m) with a grin on his face he tells me to strip now, which I obviously do. then he said the most amazing thing, "I can't fucking believe I am going to breed you!! He saw the puzzled look on my face and said that he saw me on the apps but never had the chance to hit me but heard from a few buddies of his about my sexcapades and how big of a cumdump slut I am. fucking loved it! we went inside through the kitchen and I saw a photo on the fridge of him with his husband and twin boys, so I gave him the puzzled look again and he said that they are open and if I'm lucky his husband will be back and that he may be shorter than him but he's dick is wayyyyy bigger, that got me hornier and intrigued lol we go upstairs and I can't stop staring at his beautiful furry ass and his big balls dangling in front of me and I could barely resist myself burying my face! we got to the bedroom and start kissing and making out on the bed, he's hands touching every inch of my body, feeling my locked cock that is leaking cum, then played a little with my plugged hole, asking "home many loads you carry slut?", I answer 3 and he's dick just sprang to fully hard and it was a beautiful 8", cut and nicely thick that got me drooling. he asked me to lay on top of him with my ass facing him and I immediately obliged, taking his cock in my mouth all the way to the root, making him gasp while he pulled out my plug in one quick move, that got me moaning cause it was a big plug and my gaping, cum filled hole was right in front of his face. Then I felt his fingers playing with my hole, hearing him say that I was such a cumdump slut and how lucky I am that he's going to breed me several times and maybe his husband will too. i was in heaven just hearing him say that when he shoved his tongue up my hole, tasting all my partners loads in me, and slurping all over my hole, some of his spit and cum oozed out on my balls and it drove me wild causing my locked cock to ooze so much on him as well. After a couple of minutes of his tongue in my hole and his cock down my throat I got up and told him it's time to fuck me and I quickly sat on his cock all the way in, he was moaning while I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles and kissing him. i started riding him hard and then he switched positions and I was on my back while he was pounding me hard! I was moaning like a bitch in heat and leaking cum when he roared and I felt his dick expanding in me deep and his hot load feeding my hungry load, it was a massive load of almost 10-12 shots! he collapsed on top of me, keeping hard in me and just made out with me while he slowly kept fucking his load deep in me. we chatted for a bit and then he wanted to fuck me hard again, this time from behind so I got into position, ass up, head down and begged for his cock to breed me again. soon I felt his cock head playing with my hole till all of the sudden he pushed all the way in cause me to gasp for a second and then begged again for him to use me as the slut I am. and boy did he fuck me! Calling me all sorts of names, fucking me insanely hard just like I love and slapping my ass. This went for a while, must've been 30 minutes to build up his second load when he announced he was ready to blow and he started shooting in me again. I came handsfree while he was breeding me once again and when we finished panting I hear someone cough from the back of the room. I got startled for a second when I saw his husband, naked standing there with an enormous 11" dick and thick as an arm!!! he just asked his husband if he got my hole ready and wet for him while he approached us and began shoving his dick in my mouth. It stretched me so wide but I managed to get the huge head in my mouth for a bit while his husband pulled out from my hole and told his husband "he's all your babe and his hole is way better than what they told us", I was blushing, owning the slut that I am while he laid on the bed and told me to climb him so I could control the initial penetration of his huge cock. obviously he didn't realize how big of a slut I am lol I just smiled at him, lowered my ass till his cock head touched my hole while his husband was looking at it from behind, I kissed him deep and lowered my ass all the way down till I had the whole 11" in me. I was gasping and moaning all the way but I needed to feel that in me! his surprise was replaced with a newly found horniness and as I was beginning to ride him, he was fucking my too, we found a good rhythm like that for a while and he was about to get ready to cum and I begged him to breed my hole! Then he held my thighs tight, shoving his huge dick in me and started spasming while shooting his load. it was so amazing feeling him breeding me, I could feel every shot pumping in me! then I got up and immediately went on to clean his cock from all the cum that was leaking and my sweet ass juices! The two husbands laid one next to each other while I was alternating between them, getting them hard again while they kept taking about what a good piece of ass i am. 🥰 I rewarded them with the best blowjob I could give and rimmed them both till they got hard again. this time they wanted to spit roast me while I was on my back, let's call him Rob (the 11" monster) rammed his cock again up my hole while his husband (let's call him Dean) started fucking my face. they were both encouraging each other and the energy in the room was just electric! we went on like this for another 20 minutes of Rob plowing my hole into oblivion when he came once more in me! the amazing thing about them is that they never go soft!!! so he kept on fucking me slowly before he laid on the bed and asked me to ride him again. while I rode his pole his husband whispered in my ear that they heard how much I love feeling stretched, while he lowered my body till I was laying on his husband and then I felt his cock head alongside his husband. Slowly pushing only my well fucked hole but still needed to use some force because of how full I was with Rob's thick pole. the I felt the 'pop' and I was moaning so hard when his cockhead went in! they slowly rocked back and forth till they I was finally impaled on both their cocks, making me feel so full! then, Rob said "did you really think we'll be this gentle with you slut?" When they started ramming their cocks hard in me, fucking my cunt and stretching me so good. their rhythm was amazing and I was cumming so hard while they pounded me for a long while! after 30 minutes or so the both said they're getting ready to shoot and I begged them to fill me up together! Soon after they both roared and again I felt that familiar feeling of both their dicks expanding in me and shooting their loads! I can't believe these 2 studs gave me 3 loads each now and they were still almost fully hard!!! I climbed off of them and had to stretch my legs from riding them both for so long and laid on the bed to catch my breath lol I could feel my hole on fire from the intense stretching and the cum was overflowing that's when Dean asked if I was ready for one more load when he lifted my legs and shoved his dick all the was in, it went so smooth and we both felt all the cum sloshing in me, before he picked up the pace and I was once again being fucked hard! Rob the sat on my face having me rim his beautiful pink hole while his husband was pounding me till Dean announced he was going to blow again! when he finished shooting the switched positions and Rob was pounding me again while I cleaned Rob's cock from all the cum and my pink ass juices! Oink!! Soon after Rob started cumming in me while hitting my prostate so good I came again handsfree. when he pulled out, all 3 of us were a sweaty mess and I was covered with the cum my locked cock leaked. i was quickly presented with Rob's cock to clean. before we all headed to the showers they inserted back the plug I came with that just easily slipped back in. Before I left we exchanged info and we are definitely going to meet again! now I am waiting for my partner to arrive back home to open pull the plug out and see all the 8 loads I collected while he was out 🐷 I guess I had a good reputation to hold lol

This is mine

About 30 🙃

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

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

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

Sorry for my attempts at poetry/lyrics in this chapter it will make sense later ************************************************************************************** They had decided to keep Mike’s house as a rental and tax write off so they swung by to pack some personal things and the rest of Mike’s play equipment. Jeff picked up a picture of Mike in his show choir uniform from high school “Awwwww look at the Emo Twink! You were SO adorable! Were you any good?” “I got a few solos so I guess so” Mike replied sitting at his computer and finding the video file his mom had made “Here” he said clicking play and a much younger Mike popped up on the screen singing a show tune “Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?” Jeff asked “It just never came up I don’t think about it much” Mike shrugged “I also wrote music though it’s not very good” “Do you still have them?” Jeff asked “Some of them, I think. Look on the top shelf in the closet” He said pointing to the bedroom “A black box has some of my drawings and songs” Mike shut down the computer and started disassembling it to pack as Jeff headed for the bedroom “I knew you could draw but these are really good Mike” came down the hall then the sound of papers rustling followed by a long silence followed by a very soft “Oh my” Jeff came down the hall holding a piece of sheet music as Mike looked up he started to sing and the story of two boys, best friends finding fun and mischief came from his lips then the first course: Always together, Just me and you Our boyhood dreams under skies so blue I kept my secret, you never knew That my heart beat Just for you Then more adventures but this time tinged with sadness ending with one boy flying off to college and the second course: Always apart now, me and you My broken dreams flown into the blue I bit my tongue, you never knew That day my heart broke because of you Mike sat there stunned as Jeff crossed the room to sit in his lap “Mike that was beautiful, your music does not suck” he said and gently kissed him. Mike blinked away tears and said “I wrote that for Luke” and he pointed at a wedding photo of a blond man and woman in white with Mike standing behind the man in a black tuxedo “I was the best man at his wedding. You made that sound much better than I ever could. I don’t think I ever sung it out loud actually” “You must have really loved him” Jeff said a bit sadly “I thought i did” Mike said looking him in the eyes “But lately I have been rethinking what love is” They packed a few more things and left the rest for the movers Jeff walking out the door with a black box tucked under his arm. Hank was a regular visitor at The Compound now that he had retired from football “I want to get out while I am still young, pretty and have my health” he joked by the pool one day as the three sat naked in the sun Jeff had insisted that when it was just the boys this was a naked pool and Hank after some coaxing had ditched his swim suit. “I really don’t know what to do with myself though, I never thought about what I would do after football” Hank’s reluctance became obvious almost at once. His cock which would have been average on a normal man looked somewhat undersized on his huge muscled frame and with Mike swinging like a pendulum a guy could get self conscious. Neither Mike or Jeff (Jeff not Billy Hank reminded himself) seemed to notice so he quickly relaxed and just had fun. Mike and Jeff had gradually opened up to him about the dynamics of their relationship showing him their dungeon. Jeff modeling the custom bondage equipment they had had built especially the self locking bench where motion sensors closed the restraints when an ankle or wrist was placed into them. They could be released by a button on the wall and were on a half hour timer as well to prevent accidents. They even told him after swearing him to secrecy that Mike was trying to poz Jeff. Hank accepted it after being taken aback for a bit. What they did was their business. Today Hank was telling them about his fiancé Janice. They had been dating for 5 years. “You should have her out here for a party so we can meet her!” Jeff said “She is flying back east in two days” he said “Have her out tomorrow then!” The following day the four of them (properly swim suited this time) sat by the pool and Jeff had already decided he did not like Janice. She always seemed down on Hank giving him veiled insults and demeaning him though Hank looked at her with disgusting puppy eyes for a man his age. Even when she told him to shut up and lightly slapped him on his cheek. The party ended early much to Jeff’s relief. A few weeks later Mike and Jeff drove into town, their destination was Mike’s (and now Jeff’s) Doctor. Jeff had had blood drawn a week ago and the test results were back. They sat holding hands as they got the news “Jeff your test results are positive and your strain is exactly the same as Mike’s” the Dr. said then sighed as they shared a deep kiss to celebrate. “I suppose like Mike you are going to refuse medication?” “At this time Dr.” Jeff said As they drove home fully intending on fucking for the rest of the day Jeff smiled. He had Mike inside him forever! On pulling through the gate however they saw Hank’s car parked and Hank standing next to it. “Hank, this is not a good…” Mike started “Janise left me” Hank blurted out “She said she needed a man who could satisfy her and with a dick like mine I didn’t qualify as a man at all” Hank finished Jeff started forward to hug him but was stopped by Mike’s harsh words “She’s right” Mike looked around angry at this interruption of his plans and said “Follow me lets not do this outside” and led them into the side building to the dungeon in the back then he stepped in front of the stunned quarterback and unzipped his pants pulling out his cock and balls and letting them hang “This is what a man has between his legs” He said motioning for Jeff to do the same. Bewildered Jeff pulled out his own hardening cock and let it hang “Now” Mike said in a harsh voice ‘Strip and show us what you think makes you a man” Blushing and squirming Hank obeyed “Put your hands behind your head” Mike ordered and Hank complied Mike walked around him feeling a muscle here and there then taking both Hank’s nipples in his fingers he twisted hearing a moan escape his lips and smirking evilly as Hanks cock spewed cum on the floor ‘You are not a man.” Mike said “You are a little small dicked bitch pretending to be a man and hoping no one notices. You didn’t come here for comfort, you came here because you knew I was here and it’s in your nature to submit to a real man like me” Hank tried to say something but Mike barked “Shut up bitch!” and stepped forward to rub the head of his half hard cock over Hank’s small shaft “I’m going to tell you what is going to happen, You can either obey or you can get dressed and leave.” Mike walked over to a shelf and picked up a ball gag “You are going to put this in your mouth then you will walk over to the bench and place yourself in bondage. Once you do this I will mount you and I will fuck you. I won’t pull out when I cum. I will deliberately infect you with my virus and you will be grateful that a real man is using you like you were always meant to be used. Don't think this is sex for your pleasurer you are simply submitting yourself to the will of a real man and his desire to breed you. When I release you you will never think of yourself as a man again you will think of yourself as my property” Hank bent down reaching for his clothes and his face bumped into Mike’s half hard cock after a moment he straightened. took the gag from Mike’s hand and put it in his mouth then he walked over the bench laying over it and letting each restraint close on him testing them and finding not even he was strong enough to break loose Mike disengaged the timer. This was going to take more than half an hour Jeff was looking at him with awe in his eyes his cock literally drooling pre as Mike worked the muscle ass in front of him once again using no lube but pre eventually popping the head in then working the shaft into his new bitch past the inner barrier and fully into the guts sliding in and out edging for over an hour inside that “straight” ass before leaning down and whispering “Here comes my virus bitch” into Hank’s ear as he shot wad after wad on toxic cum up that hole. Mike stepped aside motioning to Jeff who had been edging the entire time. Jeff stepped behind and rammed his cock into Hanks battered hole blasting his first confirmed poz load into his helpless friend

The next morning Mike woke up wrapped around his new husband kissing him as he eased the buttplug out rolling him on his back and sliding into that still slightly red and swollen hole holding back the last few inches trying to be gentle and show Jeff the tender side of sex. That lasted about a minute before a timid Jeff asked “Mike, can you do it harder? Deeper? Can you make it hurt like last night?” Mike grinned. Here was a man who didn’t just endure the pain his oversized cock could pain he loved it. “You got it Baby Boy” Mike said pulling his hips back then slamming forward past that inner wall making Jeff’s entire body spasm his hole clenching and relaxing around Mike’s throbbing shaft as Mike pounded him “Fu-uuuuuuuuk I’m cumming" Jeff whimpered sending Mike over the edge as he shot into that willing receptive ass. After a quick repeat against the shower wall Mike and Jeff dressed and clean up things in the living room. “I have never cum without touching myself before last night” Jeff said. “It hurt like hell when you first popped in but when you got deeper the pain stopped being a bad thing. You said you liked causing it and my body just sort of channeled it to my cock instead of hurting it got me closer to cumming” “I hit the jackpot yesterday then and I’m not talking about money” Mike said sinking into a large char “My Ex and most guys I knew before him took a week to recover from a good satisfying fuck.” The phone on the end table rang and Jeff answered/ “Oh yes, send him up and could you send up breakfast for three? Thanks!” he said then he plopped down into Mike’s lap kissing him and snuggling. A couple minutes later the elevator opened and a man who looked like what Mike imagined Jeff would in 5 or 6 years if Jeff had dark hair stepped out, pausing a second seeing Jeff in Mike’s lap then walking in. “So you really did it, I blame mom and dad” he said, stopping to stand a few feet away annoyance and amusement warring on his face. “Mike this is my brother Robert. Not Rob or Bob and god help you if you call him Bobby. Just Robert. Robert this is my husband Mike” Jeff said with a huge grin “Nice to meet you” Mike said a bit uneasily. What he had actually done yesterday sinking in a bit more “Oh don’t worry about me. I feel sorry for you. My little brother decided he wanted you and he got you. He’s a lot to handle. I hope you are a patient man” Robert said, leaning down to shake Mike’s hand “What did you mean you blame your mom and dad?” Mike asked “Mom and dad have always done right by Jeff. They took most of what he made as a kid and put it with the best money manager in the country and they always made sure he had the best representation when dealing with the music labels. They also wrapped him in bubble wrap and kept him out of almost every important decision in his life. It took him a little while to realize once he turned 18 he didn’t have to put up with it any more. I told then he would do something crazy once he got loose. He and I contacted all the people mom and dad hired for him and told them they worked for Jeff now and if they didn’t like it they could be replaced. They got the picture real quick. So now this little beast is free to do whatever he wants. I’m a C.P.A. I look over his books and his lawyers look after the rest” Robert said “Beast!” Jeff protested and they all laughed. The elevator opened again and a breakfast big enough to feed a football team was brought in and set up on a side table “So tell me about yourself” Robert asked as they helped themselves. “Well as you can see I’m a sucker for brown eyes and a beautiful smile” Mike said a bit sheepishly and they all laughed again. “I’m a tattoo artist. My shop is just off the strip” “Winner of the South West Region Tattoo Artist Of The Year three years running!” Jeff chimed in “How did you know that?” Mike asked Jeff gave him an amused look “Mike, I have two private detectives and seven lawyers on retainer and my Uncle is local county Sheriff. By the time I got to your shop yesterday I knew more about you than your mother does. I’m reckless but I’m not stupid” Mike just sat there looking like a poleaxed mule “Close your mouth Babe” Jeff said “I told you I feel sorry for you” Robert followed Mike cleared his throat and continued the conversation lasting for a couple hours as he got to know more about his husband and his brother then Robert said “You have that photo shoot for your movie in 2 hours” Jeff sighed “I’ll go get dressed” he said rising “You want to come?” he asked looking at Mike Actually I have a one pm appointment at the shop so I should go myself. Jeff gave him a quick kiss and headed to the bedroom. “He’s glowing” Robert said once Jeff was out of the room “You really make him happy” “In one day he’s become the center of my life” Mike said “Don’t worry I will never hurt him” silently adding “emotionally” in his mind. Mike got to the shop in time to tidy up and his afternoon appointment went well working on the shoulder of a very large very straight quarterback who won the superbowl a couple years back and the tattoo work had it’s usual affect on Mike. As they were exiting the shop Mike saw Jeff in the parking lot shaking hands with his landlord but quickie forgot that as Jeff spotted them and yelled “Hank!” running up and hugging the quarterback “Billy! What are you doing here?” Hank asked hugging back “Just waiting for my new husband to get off work” he said proudly taking Mike’s hand “Husband!?!?” “Uhh hu just yesterday” Jeff said holding up his hand showing off the ring “Congratulations to both of you!” Hank said warmly “I’ve known Billy since he did the halftime show he’s a great guy! Billy, call me! We will hit the town to celebrate!” Then he shook Mike’s hand and headed for his car. All Mike could do was pull Jeff to him and put an arm around hiis shoulder as he watched that firm muscle ass walk away. “What were you doing with my landlord?” Mike asked as they stepped off the elevator into the penthouse “Oh! I was buying the building your shop is in! No more rent for you Mr.” “Jeff! You shouldn’t have done that!” “Well then you probably don’t want to know that I also paid off your mortgage, your car, your credit cards and your business loan either then” Jeff said with a smirk “Wha…” Mike said “I’m your spouse and i have good lawyers who work fast” Jeff said “Jeff!” Mike yelled “you need to talk to me about things like that first” Jeff’s eyes went wide and innocent “Have I been a bad boy?” he asked Mike had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the look on Jeff’s face finally managing to growl “Yes you have. Come with me.” leading him into the living room, taking a paddle from his suitcase and sitting in a chair “Get those pants off and kneel” Mike ordered watching as Jeff obeyed then bending the younger man over his knees tapping that firm round ass with the paddle a couple times before giving it a hard swat hearing a sharp inhalation from Jeff “You will discuss important matters like this with me BEFORE you do them from now on. Do you understand me Boy?” Mike growled adding another harder swat “Yes Sir!” Jeff said “I didn’t hear you Boy” adding two hard swats “Yes Sir!” Jeff yelled Mike added three more hard swats before pushing the Boy off his lap and over the same ottoman. Not bothering to speak Mike dropped his pants got on his knees and pushed deep into Jeff’s waiting hole and knowing tenderness would be wasted proceed to pound that 19 year old hole within an inch of it’s life injecting two hot loads of virus and cum before carrying his husband to the bed and fucking him a third time on his back collapsing on top of the smaller man as he came and falling asleep still inside of him.

An Accusation The day after Jeffrey fucked Matt is much like any other day. Matt gets up, goes for a run, and goes to work. Matt is really conflicted all day. Matt knows it was risky to let Jeffrey fuck him bareback and cum in his ass. Matt also knows how turned on he was when he let the other bottom cum inside him. Matt has been horny all day thinking about Jeffrey fucking him and breeding him. Matt looks over at his computer desk and remembers thinking that he should have made Jeffrey wear a condom. He knew Jeffrey hadn’t been tested in almost a year, but Matt gave it up bareback anyway. Matt feels his ass and strokes his cock as he remembers how it felt taking Jeffrey’s bare cock as it slipped in his ass. Matt knows he should be more careful, but it turns him on to get fucked bareback. Matt wonders if he should go get tested soon. He knows letting another bareback bottom cum inside him could mean he was exposed to HIV or other STIs. Matt keeps stroking his hard cock and slips a finger in his ass. He is jerking off wondering if he will let the next guy fuck him bareback too. Matt is thinking about who the next guy might be – Paul, a college boy, a friend, a guy from the bar, a guy in the park, a guy he meets online. It could be anyone. FUCK! Matt cums. He pulls his fingers from his ass, releases his cock, and hops in the shower to clean off. In the shower, Matt is feeling anxious – why was he so turned on by Jeffrey fucking him bareback? Why was he so ready to let other men fucking him without condoms? – he knows how risky it is. Then he thinks about how much better it feels when the cock is in him skin on skin; how much smoother the fuck is. He is getting hard again thinking about it. The buzzer rings! Matt curses. He is in the shower, wet with a hardon. He thinks, maybe its one of the college boys he’s been letting fuck his ass. Excited, Matt hops out of the shower, wraps a towel around his waist and pads carefully to the buzzer. The buzzer goes off again before Matt can reach it. He is jarred by the noise and answers before drying off completely. He is surprised. It is the police asking for him by name and asking to be let in. Matt is surprised and his mind floods with possibilities – is his family ok, did he do anything wrong, and his heart beats faster as his stomach drops. There is a serious knock on his door. Matt, still in only a towel, dripping wet, answers the door. There are two policemen – a younger man and a slightly older man both in police uniforms. Matt says hello but before he can say anything else the younger policeman interrupts him. He asks for Matt by name and Matt says it is him. The younger officer says they received complaints of illegal activities on the premises. Matt is stunned. Before he can ask which activities, the younger officer continues. Matt listens as the policeman says they received many complaints about Matt receiving guests at all hours of the night, doors slamming, buzzers, drunk and high people in the hallways and calling his name from outside, and other noise complaints from Matt’s apartment. All these complains lead the police to believe that Matt is dealing drugs. The policeman says that dealing drugs is illegal and there are serious consequences for this illegal activity. Matt is stunned into silence. The officers can see Matt’s surprise. Matt stammers, almost chokes out, a response that it is not true. Matt insists as best he can that it isn’t true – he doesn’t deal drugs. He doesn’t do anything of the kind. The younger officer looks angrier as Matt keeps talking. The older officer says, if Matt consents to have his apartment searched right now, that this can all be put to rest. Matt knows this sounds wrong – letting the police in his apartment - and that he shouldn’t do it; but he feels stunned. Matt’s mind also races – could there be anything in the apartment that can get him in trouble. Matt is a clean freak so he knows he hasn’t found anything since one of the college boys left a baggie of weed a few weeks ago that Matt gave to Paul. Matt remembers to ask for something, but he is so nervous he can’t remember what it is. Matt says, don’t you need a piece of paper or something to search the place? The senior officer smiles and says, we would need a warrant to search your apartment but only if you refuse a voluntary search. We can quickly set this business of illegal drugs aside if you agree to a let us do a search. Matt anxiously agrees. The older policeman uses his radio to call in saying Matt has agreed to a voluntary search. He looks at Matt and says, “Thank you for agreeing to this search. Let’s put this matter to rest.” Matt nods his head and steps aside. The senior officer goes over to Matt’s desk and searches his desk drawers, feels under the drawers, looks around the desk and in a few bags. The younger officer goes to Matt’s closet and searches every pocket, shoe, bag and box; searches the bed, under it, and in each item under the bed. The senior officer is now sitting in Matt’s desk chair watching his partner search. The senior officer is watching Matt too. Matt is still damp and in his towel. The senior officer feels certain that there are no drugs in this place. He knew pretty much as soon as he saw the anxious, clean cut twink shaking as he answered the door that there were no drugs here. The younger officer is thorough. If there are drugs here, he will find them. He is in the kitchen now, searching every box of food. The senior officer thinks this will take another 10 minutes or so because it is not easy to conceal much in cheap studios like this one. The senior officer has been stationed at this precinct twice in his career – once at the beginning of his career and after 5 years in a rougher part of the city he is glad to be back. He remembers when these buildings were a dump, but the gays moved in and turned the neighborhood around. “The gays,” how funny the senior officer thinks the term is since it applies to him. The senior officer is a good looking man in edging 40. His hairline is receding, he has a pleasant and athletic face, and a body of a man who continues to work out. The officer tried dating men his own age, but it is isn’t easy with so many men in his age group dying in the last decade or so. HIV has ravaged the community. Luckily for this officer, there is a new batch of gay boys in the neighborhood willing to give it up for a 9 inch cock. He loves how they squirm. The older officer is thinking of this as he reopens one of Matt’s desk drawers – he sees the lube on top, a couple toys, and underneath the lube and toys are variety of condoms. Out of instinct, he re-checks the trash can which has some papers and other items in it but no condom wrappers. The officer smiles. Almost every bottom the officer has fucked in the last 10 years has asked him to wear a condom. Recently though, a few of the young ones are less careful. He’s been able to dump his load in a few horny college boys in the last two years. The officer’s dick starts to plump as he remembers how good it feels to have a young ass wrapped on his cock without a barrier between them. The officer looks at Matt carefully again and thinks he has figured out Matt’s late night popularity. Matt looks scared and the officer thinks that while Matt isn’t stupid; he’s not exactly street smart either. He is sexy though – tight runners body, fresh haircut, clean shaved face, and the towel he is wearing doesn’t hide his tight, high ass. The officer is woken from his gaze by his partner saying that he is done searching the apartment. The officers stand together and thank Matt for his cooperation. The senior officer says, “Matt, thank you for letting us search the apartment. We did not find any drugs. However, can you explain all the late night activity to me?” Matt is anxious again, but he asks when the complaints happened. The younger officer pulls a notepad, flips a few flimsy pages and says, “The complaints began January and picked up in March and April.” At this point senior officer puts a hand up and says, “I have been doing this work for decades. This is a lively neighborhood. There are a dozen bars just a couple blocks away. This many and the variety of the complaints are not just a fun loving, young man enjoying life. What is going on in this apartment?” Matt bites his lip and rubs his sweaty hands on his legs. He decides a little bit of truth can’t hurt. “I’ve been exploring my freedom a bit too much I guess. I come from a conservative hometown and this community….well….uh…it’s given me a freedom. And….um…..I’ve met a lot of good guys.” Matt pauses. He looks at the officers, sees the older man looking back at him and there is a flicker of understanding on his face. Seeing that understanding on his face Matt continues, “And I have had guys back to my apartment to have sex. I hadn’t realized how noisy we were downstairs or in the hallways. I apologize for the noise in the public areas. I guess I also hadn’t realized how often it was happening. It doesn’t feel that often when you are doing it.” The officers look at each other, step back, and the senior officer says something to the junior officer. The younger officer nods and turns to Matt saying, “Thank you for letting us do the search.” The younger officer turns and leaves the apartment. The remaining officer asks Matt to sit down. The policeman sits back down at Matt’s desk. Matt sits on the bed facing Mr. Donald. Matt is nervous and wonders why the policeman is still in his apartment. He starts explaining more about the noise. The officer is almost going to let the nervous twink keep babbling, but he has heard enough. The sexy boy is just having a slut phase. However, the officer can’t help himself. He wants to let the sexy twink squirm a bit and wants to test his hunch about Matt. He opens the desk drawer with the condoms, toys, and lube and says, “Matt for a guy having sex with a lot of guys, your story isn’t adding up. The most recent noise complaints were from last night. I see lube, unopened condoms, and toys here; but I don’t see any used condoms in the garbage. Even if you flushed the condoms, there would be opened condom wrappers in the garbage can. If your story was true, wouldn’t there be at least a few open condom wrappers around?” Matt blushes deep red. He is so embarrassed. He looks down at his hands and says, “Not if we didn’t use condoms. That’s why there aren’t any open condom wrappers in the garbage.” Matt doesn’t see the officer’s smile. The officer now tests the hunch that Matt is a bottom boy. While feigning concern, he asks, “Matt are you telling me that you let men fuck you bareback?” Matt says, “Yes.” The officer’s cock plumps almost all the way hearing the shy affirmative response. The officer moves from the desk chair and sits next to Matt on the bed. He says, “Matt, I’m going to say a few things to you. I’ve been around a long time. As a top, I totally understand. It feels so much better when a bottom lets me slip in him bareback. I just haven’t done it very often because so many people have gotten sick.” Matt feels the officer’s arm on his bare shoulder and hears the non-judgmental honest words. Still embarrassed Matt offers, “I was always so careful, but then one night I went home with a guy, and it just slipped in bareback. We should have stopped and used a condom, but I was drunk, and it felt so amazing that I told the guy to keep fucking me. I tried for a while to use condoms, but it just feels so much better bareback that it’s hard to resist.” Matt is getting really turned on telling the story. The officer rubs Matt’s shoulder as he listens to him. He says, “You know it isn’t safe for you right? As the bottom it is riskier for you to get fucked bareback than it is for the top fucking you bareback. Are you doing this with one man or with a few?” Matt sheepishly looks at the policeman, who is looking at him with genuine concern and Matt responds, “I have done it with a few guys. But I try to only take it bareback from guys who show me their test results.” The officer rubs Matt’s bare shoulders and says, “You’re right Matt. It is hard to resist. I like it when a bottom lets his inhibitions go and gives in to a bareback fuck. I get so turned on when that happens. Too bad more bottoms aren’t like you.” Matt looks at the policeman and sees the understanding, but also sees something else – a hunger. He knows that look. This officer wants him. Matt spreads his legs a bit and says, “Is it slutty of me to let guys fuck me bareback?” The officer sees the twink is now in heat, he slides his hand up Matt’s thigh and leans in to kiss him. Matt kisses the man back and feels his body under the uniform shirt. Matt feels himself laying back on the bed and the other man on top of him as they make out. The officer rubs his 9” cock on Matt’s bulge. He looks down at the twink and Matt unwraps the towel. The policeman gets up, starts taking off his shirt and says, “We gotta be quick.” Matt strokes his hard cock as he lays naked on his bed. He grabs the lube from the drawer, leaving the condoms still unopened and unused. Matt hands officer the lube and sits back on the bed. The officer applies the lube to his 9” cock. Matt sees how big it is and can’t wait to have that cock inside him. The officer pushes Matt back on the bed and lifts his legs. Matt watches as the big cock lines up to his ass. His new top expertly dribbles more lube on Matt’s hole. Matt wonders when the policeman was last tested. He has been so good about asking guys – until last night. But as the cock slides inside Matt’s ass; he forgets all about his question. Matt moans and adjusts as the cock invades his unprotected ass. The policeman comes in for a kiss and asks, “Do you let guys cum in your ass?” Matt’s ass is spreading for this man’s cock. Matt knows almost nothing about this man. Matt admits, “Yes, I love when men cum in me.” The policeman kisses Matt aggressively and starts sliding his cock back out. “Oh fuck that feels good,” Matt says as the cock slides back in his ass. Matt is loving how this cock is opening him up. He is moaning as the policeman rests his cock in Matt’s ass. Matt feels the cock pull out and slide back in. It feels so good bareback. The officer can’t resist playing with the twink’s mind and he says, “You don’t know me. You should really be asking me to wear one of the condoms in your drawer.” Matt keeps moaning and says, “I don’t want to use a condom.” The officer says, “Good bottom boy” and starts picking up the pace of his fuck. He says, “You ass feels so good. I am going to breed you soon.” Matt says, “Fuck yeah.” The policeman picks up the pace of the fuck some more, knowing he needs to hurry. This twink could be his son and he’s giving up his ass bareback; practically begging for it bareback. The officer smiles again at Matt and says, “Beg for my load.” Matt looks up at the man he just met less than an hour ago and says, “Breed me. Cum in my ass. I want your load. Please cum in me.” The policeman grabs Matt’s body, holds on tight and his cock explodes inside Matt’s unprotected ass. After a minute to catch his breath, the officer pulls his cock out of Matt’s ass. He slaps Matt’s ass and goes to the bathroom to clean up. When he comes out, Matt is still naked stroking his cock lightly. The officer gets dressed and says, “You can get fucked all you want. Take as much cum as you want. Just be discreet and not so noisy.” Matt says, “You have a great cock. I hope we can fuck again.” The policeman smiles at Matt and says, “You are a sexy slut. I bet if I got hard again right now, you’d ride my cock and milk another load out of me.” Matt gets off the bed and says, “Yup.” He rubs the man’s cock through his pants. The officer gently removes Matt’s hand and says, “Naughty twink.” He kisses Matt and says, “I have to go.” The police officer leaves Matt’s apartment. Matt realizes that he never asked the police officer whether he was positive or negative. Matt has always asked men that question before. Matt is stroking his hard cock thinking about the unknown load in his unprotected ass. As he does, his phone rings and it is one of his friends calling about the police car outside his apartment. Matt tells him about the search and drug dealing accusation. As Matt absentmindedly rubs his fingers on his freshly fucked ass, he tells his friend it was just a big misunderstanding and he worked it out with the police.

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***In my mind I had the story worked out and it was further along, and this part is a bit lengthy. But don't worry, it's going to get to the bug chasing by the next part.*** Part Three I got my answer about twenty minutes later when the doorbell was ringing again. This time it was the guy I’d first talked to outside yesterday when I was looking for the man in charge. A bit younger than the rest of the crew. Sandy hair, bit of beard scruff. Tall and buff, a definite stud hunk in the making. “Hi, uh, Dan told me to see you about . . .?” he trailed off, clearly shy and perhaps a little worried that now it was his turn to be made a fool of. I looked out over his shoulder to see the guy who’d fucked me, obviously Dan, give me a little grin and a thumbs-up. I gave him a nod, and then stepped aside to let my latest sperm donor in. I was shaking my head as I closed the door, trying not to laugh at myself. This would be the third guy in a couple of days to give me a load, and I hadn’t even bothered to ask any of their names. Somehow I was okay with that, too. I felt like a prostitute that gets paid in semen. This guy was really nervous, so I knew I had my work cut out for me to get him to relax. I offered him a beer but he declined, saying he had to be back on the job in 15 minutes. No time to waste, I asked him if he wanted a blowjob or to fuck my ass. He took about 30 seconds to weight the options then, without looking me in the eyes, he said ‘fuck’, so I led him back to the bedroom. As we got in the bedroom, I could feel he was right behind me. He grabbed my hips, led me over to the bed, and guided me to just bend over. Nice, he wants to pound me from behind, he can go hard and deep that way, so I was happy. I also had a feeling that he was sort of disconnect me from him. He could pound me, but not have to see me or look at my face. Human fleshlight. I slid my shorts down over my ass and offered my hole up. I heard him fiddling with his pants, and then seconds later he was poking his dick head around my opening, but not quite hitting the mark. So I reached back and took hold of what felt like a really thick, but not too long, cock, and guided it to the bullseye. Although I didn’t see it, his dick did not feel as long as the other two guys, but was easily thicker by inches. Honestly, it was like backing up to a big butt plug -which I happen to love, so yeah me! I wiggled my ass and willed my hole to open up around him, and once a couple of inches were in, he hit the slick of cum that his buddy had left in me and the rest of his tool rushed right on it. Fuck it felt good. And full. Definitely like being plugged. I felt some stinging as my hole was stretched to capacity so quickly. “Holy fuck!” he howled. After that he just went to pounding, the only sounds in the room were the wet smacking of his hips meeting my jiggling butt, and our mingling grunts and groans. I have to say that even though he didn’t have the depth penetration of his coworkers, that thick dick was just what my ass needed. I love the stretch and his cock was sending me to heaven. His size seemed to hit me in just the right place inside and I actually found myself having a rare anal orgasm. I’ve done it only once before with a dildo, so this was a pleasant surprise. So there I was gasping and groaning my way through an anal orgasm, when I heard him say, “Jesus fuck, your ass just got all juicy around my dick. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Aw, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He slammed me so hard and fast as his balls exploded their seed into my ass, and we were left panting and gasping for a few minutes before he finally extracted his still semi-hard dick from my used hole. He staggered back, almost shaky on his feet after such a powerful orgasm. He bent over, hands on knees, still sucking in air, and looked up at me. “That was incredible. I never came like that in my entire life. I thought I might pass out.” “Your dick is amazing. You made me have an orgasm in my ass -something hardly no men can say they’ve done to a guy.” “You can do that?” he asked me, frowning. “Oh yeah. You felt it.” “When your ass got all slick,” he noted, now standing to his full height, and pulling his pants back into place. “Fuck, that sent me over the edge. I never felt anything like that before. And no girl has ever let me fuck them hard like that. Usually I’m so thick they suck me or jerk me until I’m close, then maybe they let me in just to finish.” He didn't have to bother telling me they also made him stretch a condom on, too. “I’ve only had one anal orgasm in my life and that was with a toy -and it was years ago,” I told him as we walked back to the front door. “Seriously, if you want to fuck me again, I’d love it.” He looked at me in disbelief. “Really? It’s that easy.” “Hey, it’s not like we’re dating. You need a hole to fuck, my ass is yours. Anytime.” He was shaking his head and smiling as he walked out back to work. “You gay guys sure do have it easy,” he said to me, and then he was gone. I didn't want to tell him that this was a very rare and extreme situation I was in with his crew. Though maybe I should have to ensure that he would come back to me for more. Better if he didn't go out looking for other guys to fuck if he knew I was a sure thing. The rest of the day went by with no one ringing my bell. The construction noise quit, and I sat down and enjoyed the peace and quiet. For about five minutes. And then the doorbell rang. I figured it was a neighbour or something, so I was stunned to find Dan standing before me, smiling but nervous. I didn’t even say anything, just stepping aside and allowing him in. While he dropped onto the sofa, I got him a beer. But I sat down to enjoy the rest of my wine rather than going right to his crotch, which was rapidly on the rise. “You don’t mind that I came back?” he asked. “Nope,” I told him simply. “I told you, you can fuck me any time.” He told me that he didn’t think anyone meant any harm by what they all started with me, first with the foreman, and then with him sending the new guy in. And that I didn’t need to do anything with any of them, that it all just lucked out that I was horny and willing and the heat was keeping them all hot and bothered, too. “It’s not like I do this sort of thing all the time,” I assured him. “But I will admit that if the opportunity presents itself like it did when the boss came in, I will happily take it.” “And it’s okay that the other guys now all want a crack at that ass?” he asked with a big grin. “This all seems really . . . unreal to me.” “I’d love it. Really. I’ll just make sure that I’m ready for them.” In other words, horny, in little clothing, and already cleaned out. “You don’t want to let everyone fuck you, though. I don’t think it is safe with a couple of the guys.” I didn’t question what he meant by that, simply telling him that I could handle whatever they threw my way. He laughed, shaking his head, and called me a whore, but in a very teasing way. I responded by dropping to the floor between his legs and getting my hands into his pants to release his rock hard dick. “I like that. Use me like a whore,” I told him as I engulfed his swollen meat all the way down to his musky pubes. He threw his head back and growled. I only got to spend a few minutes sucking him this time. Evidently he was hornier now than he was earlier. He stood up, pulling me up, too, and then came around behind me, bending me down onto the sofa, where he was presented with my ass. After a couple of quick pokes to feel that I was still quite wet, he immediately jammed about half of his hard length into me. With one more push he was balls deep. From there it was just a frenzy of skin, animal sex noises, and a lot of ‘fuck yeah!’s. He blasted another load up my ass about ten minutes later, and then pulled out and sat down to finish his beer. I noticed that his dick was still standing tall, it didn’t soften even in the slightest. “I take it you’re up for going again?” I laughed. “You need to go somewhere?” he asked, now looking worried that he was overstaying his welcome. What man in his right mind would ever think anything was more important that getting used by a hot looking man like him? “Nope. I’m all yours,” I assured him. He tilted his head and eyed me. “I can go a lot. When I was in my teens I could jack-off ten times a day and still have cum to shoot by the end. And I’ve been on a sort of dry spell for a few months, so I'm crazy horny.” “I’ll take whatever your balls can give me.” “In that case, I might be here all night,” he chuckled. “Fine,” I told him confidently. And just like that, I had myself an all night fuck. And he really did fuck me all night long. Basically in every room in the house. I’ve never met a man who could fuck and cum so much and still need to keep going. I was in pig heaven! Not only did he fuck me in the kitchen, front hallway, shower, laundry room, bedroom, living room again, but after we finally did fall asleep from total exhaustion, he woke me three times through the night and dumped more loads in me every time. We both slept like babies, and in the morning I made him breakfast and told him of a route through my backyard that would take him around the block to his car so the rest of the crew wouldn’t know he spent the night. He was okay with them knowing he’d fucked me yesterday, but it made things look very different that he’d spent the night. I’m actually not even sure if that was a worry of his, but I got it into my mind that it could be a sticky situation, so I made the suggestion first. Bill showed up at my door around mid-morning wearing a shit-eating grin as he strolled into my house again. I don’t know, maybe I’m an idiot, but I just couldn’t see any reason to say no to him. Or any of them, really. I’d gotten a good look at the entire crew through the window yesterday, and they were all attractive in their own way. Even the less attractive ones were hot to me. Maybe more. And there were a couple that looked quite rough that really seemed to get my blood pressure up. “So I heard that a couple of my guys did more than just feed you their loads yesterday. You okay with that?” Bill asked, talking to me like I was one of his employees. “Of course,” I told him. Clearly he was in semi-business mode. He obviously didn’t need any sort of complaint for inappropriate behavior. “Let’s just say that you guys have put me in a mood. So while you’re here, why don’t you just let them have some fun.” He frowned and shook his head. “Really? All of them? I’ve got a fifteen man crew out there. Are you seriously telling me that you would let all of them fuck you?” “Yes,” I told him without hesitation. “You know, word got around them pretty fast. Now they’re all fucking horny and not concentrating on their work,” he said. “So tell them if they don’t get their mind on the job, they don’t get any ‘rewards’,” I suggested. “I’m off work for the next couple of weeks, so I will be available any time.” He pondered this for a bit, and then was nodding. “Okay, if I can work it, they can visit you on their breaks, so we actually get this job done. If they’re doing a really good job, then they can come over at some other point in their shift. That could take up a lot of your day.” “It’s more than fine,”I assured him, noticing how his crotch was filling out before my eyes. “I think you’re going to need a little help with that.” He looked down at his bulge and just sort of grunted. “Later. I got to get them moving,” he said, turning and heading back out, not at all worried that he was sporting major wood. “I’ll be back once I get things on track here.” With that, a plan was set. And after I heard all of the machines doing their noise for a while, Bill was back. He was already opening his pants as I opened the front door. I like a man who doesn’t waste time. “So, you like to get fucked,” he said, walking past me as I closed the door behind him. He didn’t even give me a chance to respond, quickly grabbing hold of me, spinning me around and yanking my shorts down over my ass. Within a matter of seconds he was buried in my hot ass, pounding away. “Yeah, you’re a fucking slut, aren’t you?” he growled. “Taking all of our dicks, huh? You like that? Slut?” His breath was hot on my right ear and I just love feeling a man that close while he’s fucking me. “Fuck yeah! I loved to get used like a whore. Fucking breed my ass!” I yelled back to him. It was a quick fuck, just him nailing me from behind right there in the entryway, both of our pants around our knees, rutting like animals. “Take that fucking cum, faggot!” he roared as he blasted my ass full of a very hot load of seed. We both pulled our bottoms back up, he slapped me on the butt and headed back to the door. “You might as well keep those shorts off -you’re going to be naked most of the time, anyway. Now that I know what a good fuck you are, I’ll make sure you get all the dick you can handle.” Just as he was stepping out the door he looked back at me and added, “And some maybe you can’t.” That was a bit ominous but also exciting. My dick was throbbing in my shorts and my hole was giving involuntary spasms at the thought of getting fucked again. Funny how you can go without and be mostly fine, but as soon as you get one dick in you, you want them ALL. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long -only about 10 minutes- before my next eager construction stud was ringing my doorbell. And so it went. For the entirety of the week, I had a steady stream of horned up, sweaty, dirty, musky men in and out of my house, giving me more loads that I could keep track of. A few were really clinging to their ‘straightness’ and would only let me suck them, but for the most part the rest wanted a bit of sucking to start and then a good fuck to finish. By Thursday night I had taken on all of the crew (at least once, some had repeats) except for the three rather rough looking ones. I figured they just weren’t interested. I didn’t sweat it, either way, because Dan seemed to be more than willing to take up the slack. He showed up after the crew left on Thursday, and I figured we were going to spend the night fucking like we had the other day. Fine by me. We started in the living room with me riding his lap on the couch, taking our time for a change, and talking a little. Just actually enjoying each other's company. “So what’s the deal with those other three guys?” I asked him. “The ones who haven’t come for a turn.” I had a feeling what it was, but I wanted to be sure. Somehow the prospect only made my ass hungrier. He took on a very serious face at this point. “I don’t think you want them. They’re trouble.” “How do you mean?” “I’m not totally certain, but I’m pretty sure they’re kind of fucked up. Like into hardcore stuff. The rest of the guys are just horny. But I’ve heard those three talking sometimes and they get into some twisted shit. I think they might have some STD’s, too.” My dick was shockingly steel hard hearing him talk about those guys. I probably shouldn’t want them, given that I’ve always managed to stay safe, but the thought of them using me was turning me the fuck on. To most people those guys might look a little rough or like trouble, but to me they looked like the porn stars that I always drool over. Rough and tough, hairy, hard all over, tattoos, probably pierced, too. The total porn stud package. Just thinking about them was sending me into overdrive. And Dan noticed, too. “Fuck, you are a pig! You actually like the idea of those three fucking you?” he asked as he drove his dick harder and deeper up into me, our fuck now getting more intense. I rode him harder, too. “I know I shouldn’t,” I panted, “But the idea of it has me so hot.” “Good thing we saved them for last, then. How about I tell them to come over after shift tomorrow. Everyone cuts out early Friday, anyway. I want to come and watch, if that’s okay.” “You know you’re always welcome here,” I told him adamantly. I meant that, too. Something different was happening with Dan. I could feel it, and I’m sure that he did, too. We were not just fucking. He had taken an interest in me. I couldn’t help but wonder what he would think of me after I had a go with those three remaining guys. Would he think I’m too disgusting to fuck anymore? I pushed those thoughts out of my head. None of this had been expected, so any action is good action in my books. He slammed his beautiful cock deep into me and roared as he flooded me with more sperm. The thought of his cum in me, and those three rough looking guys fucking me with some sort of bugs, just sent me over the edge, and my dick exploded hands-free, firing a line of cum up Dan’s stomach and chest, right to his face. When we both settled down from our powerful orgasms, I saw all of the cum on Dan and leaned over and began licking it up. At first he leaned back just a little as I approached him, maybe he thought I was going to kiss him with cum on my lips? But then I started licking more cum up, trying to gather as much as possible in my mouth before I swallowed it. I managed to get his face, neck and chest cleaned while still impaled on Dan’s hard dick. And then he surprised me by grabbing me behind the neck and pulling my face to his, mashing our lips together. His tongue forced it’s way past my lips and he began licking and probing for my load. Fucking hell, I hadn’t expected this from such a butch looking man. We swapped spit and cum for at least five minutes, both of us enjoying this new intimacy, when suddenly I felt Dan’s dick throbbing in my ass again. That finally made me pull away from him. “Are you cumming again?” I asked. “I didn’t expect that, but fuck!” he yelled, riding the wave through his orgasm. “I never did anything like that before but it was so fucking hot my dick just went off.” Evidently he liked it, because he pulled me back to him and we made out for ages before he wanted to fuck again in a different room. We had definitely turned a corner and now Dan and I had gone into some other territory that I was not sure he wanted. Though he wasn’t shying away from it, either. We continued to kiss and fuck our way through the entire night again, and he added another load right before he headed out to work in the morning. That was when I knew that something was different, because he went out the front door, for all the guys to see. He still had on the same grungy clothes as the day before, but the rest of him obviously looked freshly showered. I heard the guys making dirty comments and just whooping it up that he’d spent the night fucking the whore. Hey, we both had big smiles on our faces, so who cares? I smiled to myself all day thinking Dan. Unexpectedly, I might have found something I hadn’t been looking for. Dan came in for his breaks, but we didn’t fuck, and none of the other guys came in, either. On his last break I mentioned it. “I was a little surprised that nobody came in to fuck me today since it’s the last day on site.” “Well, they all had their turns -except for Luke, Andy, and Rob for tonight.” “I guess I shouldn’t complain. I got more cock and cum this week than I have the past couple of years combined,” I laughed. I stared at him for a couple of minutes, but he was staring at the floor, deep in thought. Finally, he came to a decision. “I . . . I told the guys not to come in,” he told me, now looking me in the eyes. My stomach just sank when he said that. “What? Why? Did I do something wrong?” “No, no. Just the opposite. This has been all so weird to me, but ever since that first day I can’t stop thinking about you. I never even considered being bi before we started working here, and now I can’t even get hard thinking about a woman. I only get hard when I think about you,” he confessed. I was shocked speechless. That’s the last thing I expected to hear from him. Yes, I knew I felt a strong connection, but he just jumped in the deep end. Most men in his position would spend their time denying it, pretending nothing ever happened, pretending we’d never met. Instead, he was coming out to me -and he never even knew he was gay before this week. Right away his posture dropped and he looked insecure. “Look, you know I’ve never done this stuff before. But I fuckin’ like you. A lot. And I think you like me.” “A lot,” I pointed out, and his face split with a huge grin of relief. It sounded to me like he was talking about a relationship, so I worried that I might not get a chance to sample the last three guys, the ones I was sure had some bugs to pass my way. Or, if they do, will he be still even like me? “The guys are still going to breed me tonight, right?” My mind was swirling. Things like this just never happened to a guy like me. And this hunk, only now realizing he is gay, could have literally any man he wanted. And he was saying he wanted me. “About that. It’s still on, but I have to tell you something. When I talked to them earlier and told them you wanted their loads, they mentioned that they all have HIV. They look healthy enough, but they said to tell you that they do shoot viral loads -whatever that means. I don’t know about all of this stuff, but I’m pretty sure it means you could get sick.” I had already figured that was the case, and I was still horny as hell to get their cum in me -as evidenced by the growing tent in my shorts. “I see that doesn’t turn you off the way I thought it might,” Dan laughed. “Then it’s on,” he told me, leaning over for a quick but strong kiss before returning to finish out the workday. Shortly after 4 pm all of the equipment had been taken away, the street cleaned, and most of the workers departed. The four remaining men moved their vehicles to my driveway and entered my house for a night I was not soon to forget.

The thing I hate the most is when I tell a dude I want to breed him and he says yea then when I’m at his house and about to put my dick in he asks me to put a condom on. Then I leave and I look like the asshole… it’s weird. Everyone knows what breeding is, fucking hate when dudes act like they don’t.

When I find a used condom and it's fresh I drink it, if it"s been there a while, I empty it on my cum hole and push it in with my fingers to lube my hole up for the next cock.

Fucking hot

Indeed I am a very lucky pig slut cumdump 🤭 and I still haven't written about all the hookups since or the adventures my partner is planning for the weekend 😉

Generally commando for daily. I like the idea of having easy access should a hot stranger slide his hand down the back of my pants/ shorts to finger me. Of course this has never happened, but I want to be sure I’m ready if it does 🤷‍♂️

Yesterday I pissed on a guy and fisted him in his hotel room. He was watching gay porn. He clearly stated that he is str8 and has a girlfriend. Yes, of course! And I believe in St. Claus.

My sex-flow was continuing in Fort Lauderdale and Washington DC Ninth day (18 March) I had to leave the rented car at the airport but wisely I booked an afternoon flight so I had some free time in the morning. The poz guy in Key West offered me Club House II in Fort Lauderdale but I didn’t have time last night to try it. Since it is open 0-24, I figured out I will try it at 10. It’s needless to say I had doubts if there would be anybody but I needed some sex and my instincts were stronger than my brain. When I arrived another guy (in my age) was in the entrance. He was sexy and our eyes caught each other. Okay, I won’t be bored. After I undressed I went to explore the place. It was quite empty, some older guy were cruising or sitting but the didn’t seem to be interested in me. Finally I went to the steam. The guy from the entrance was sitting inside. I started to stroke my cock and smiled at him. He spread his legs and grabbed his cock. He pulled some and nodded. As he sat on the bench in a bit upper his cock conveniently was on the same level as my mouth. I sucked him for a while when I felt his palm on my ass. I positioned myself to make it clear I wanted him to fuck me. He slipped a bit lower, turned me back and sat onto his cock. I rode on him for a while. Unfortunately the steam was too hot and we interrupted the fuck. I went to take a shower. As I came back saw him with a sexy older (50 sg) guy in the jacuzzi. They were kissing. I joined them but stayed at the other end of the pool. They nodded and I stepped to them. They pulled me closer and we were kissing together and playing each other’s cock. The guys sometimes touched my ass. Next step the older started to suck us. But soon they felt I was in bottom mood. So their cocks were in my mouth soon. The older arranged me to offer my ass the previous guy who started to fuck me again. They spit roasted me for a while when they changed the positions and the older also fucked me. After a while we finished. I went to cruise but I didn’t find any interesting things. I found them in a room again, playing with a third guy. They invited me and I sucked the third guy but unexpectedly one of them (I don’t remember exactly who) asked us to take a break. After a while found a big white bear with a big belly. His smile was adorable. Ao we started to kiss. I was looking for his cock. It seemed promising watching the tent with his towel. I unwrapped it and it was a really huge cock. I collapsed on my knees and started to suck him. Another guy joined us soon. They started to kiss and I sucked both of them. They pulled me up to kiss me and play my cock. The newly joined guy sucked me for a while but the big bear made it clear that he wanted to fuck me. I bent over and he started to fuck. There were two more guys soon. As I realised they were late fifties or rather sixties. They really like a younger guy among them. I decided there was time to switch on my slutty mode. I started to moan bagging for being fuck and bred. And they came and fucked me one after the other. Unfortunately the big bear was the only one who dropped a load inside me. Later the older guy from the jacuzzi also came and fucked me. Finally I met the guy from the entrance. We kissed again, and he started to finger me. As he realised the cum inside me, he immediately turned and bent over me and fucked me hard. He deposited his load in my ass. Then I realised I had to leave. We met the guy again at the entrance, smiled at each other and I jumped in the car. I tried to find a quickie at the airport but wasn’t successful. Furthermore the gate was changed. So the usual airport issues. I arrived at Washington late in the afternoon. After it I went a short evening walk. In my hotel room I checked sniffies, even though I definitely wanted to go to the Crew Club. Luckily a guy texted me, he stayed in a room and he was fed up with the lame guy ms and needed somebody who could give some pleasure to his ass. He was a premium league guy with a hot bubble butt. So, I headed there. It was a bit difficult to get in, but after a bit tiring administrative stuff I was there and went up to his room. We started to kiss, he sucked me deeply and then started to facefuck him. He was satisfied already with this when I said, I was hungry I needed my dinner cake. He laughed and turned back. I ate his ass in various positions for a half hour and then I found his ass loose enough to fuck. From that point we played for almost two hours changing the positions and once I rimmed him, he sucked me and I fucked him. Finally I was close se to breed him and I gave him a huge one day long load. He asked if I wanted his cum and I did. Ao he jerked off his cock covering my face. After a farewell chat I left and went to the lockers. An early 20 athletic black guy was there fully naked with a brutal hardon. It was not the stereotypical black cock but a monster. I have never seen anything like that. He was striking it and I stood there only staring at this. He looked at me telling: touch it. I started to stroke it. He started to panting and said touch it with your tongue. I started to lick it and then he started to moan and I took it on my mouth. Just in the right time because he came and I could swallow his jizm.

Love it and experience it first hand with my own family. My Dad, my uncles his brothers, and my cousins. 5 men of my family all fucked me raw, shared my used up fuck hole with friends and family. I loved growing up as a boy in Mexico.

Im so proud of my veiny uncut cock. I would take any opportunity to show off my cheating raw meat to ANY ONE no matter what type of guys or girls especially trans girls, who couldn't resist their temptations to get down on their knees to wrap their lips around my big cock or willingly spread their pussies and assholes wide open to give me the right to use their fucking holes and beg me to dump my seeds deep inside their cunts after a long fucking session.

Since you said dick here's mine.

I don't have a type & not judgemental about types of guys, who cares really at the end of the day, It's not like you have to marry anyone. Most of the time not soo good looking guys are much better at sex then the pretty boys.