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3. Damn that thick, long really erect dick. You could see he was horny based off how hard he was. I finally exhaled. I felt such a strong warm tingle wash over my body and head. My vision went blurry for a moment, but I got it back quickly enough to find his cock and grab it with both hands. I was exploring but also jacking him off with the deliberate up and down motions. I started slobbering. I sucked and I gagged. He smelled and tasted so good. The saltiness. The chunks of fabric and dirt. The gritty pubes. I fucking loved every bit of it. I had to have him inside of me. I needed to take his load. I wanted for this man to take me to a cheap motel and do time what was done to Jon in “Slammed.” I begged him for his cock. I started babbling as I often do when really horny. I confessed my deepest desires to be owned. To be whored out. To be drugged up. In hindsight, confessing to a cop that I wanted to do drugs and be a slut was not my smartest move. But it felt right in the moment. Also in hindsight, he would have been on the hook for hooking up with me like this, so I think I was safe. Sometimes I fear that my brain is too colorful and my desires too fringe. I don’t see or hear people around me talking about the same sexual desires I have. So I often fear that I’m too slutty. A genuine struggle between wanting to live the life of a free slut, but still chained by worrying about what others think of me. I remember also worrying after babbling to the cop that he would be disgusted and tell me to get the fuck off him, but he didn’t. He smirked devilishly and said I was fucked up in the head. But that I was special and he had plans for me if I was up for it. I asked him what he meant, and he said if I really meant what I said, he can arrange something tonight with him and some friends and we could really have some fun. My eyes lit up and I nodded and started trembling again. I was beyond excited. I couldn’t believe it. “Whatever you have in mind, I’m down!” I said. “I mean it. I’m down for anything. Any drugs. Any guys. If you want me to do it. I’ll do it. I’ll do them. Omg. I’m so down!” He laughed. He told me before he did anything, he wanted me to show him what I slut I was. To ride his cock and show him how well I can take it. I fucking leaped into his lap and straddled his cock so fast. I ask him for the poppers and he fed me a big whiff. I exhaled and asked him to spit on my face. He spat a big loogie with some saliva on my face. I wiped it off and added my own spit and coated his cock with it. My hole was so hungry for his cock. I was in heat. I lowered myself on to his cock while taking another deep hit. I was fucked up and riding him for dear life. My thighs and ass slapping against his thighs. He was supporting my weight and the force of each bounce. I was in heaven. I kept it up. Making out with him every now and then, but really focusing on opening up my hole and having that cock touch all of my insides. I wanted that thing to stretch me open and make me gape. I wanted to loosen it. To show up what a good slut I can be. This was my audition to be the next Jon Phelps. My prize would be scene 3 of “Slammed” where I got gang banged by his other cop friends while I was even more fucked up. I was riding to descend into depravity. I needed to show him I could handle anything he threw at me. His breathing quickened. He was letting out more frequent low moans. I picked up my pace and begged him to shoot inside me. I wasn’t on PrEP. Couldn’t afford it. He thrust into me and let out a big moan and called me a faggot bitch. I fucking nailed that audition.

Hi all, True to form, this story builds and will eventually include chems, so please be patient with me. I also promise to flesh this one more than previous stories. Enjoy! ——————— This story is inspired by true events. I was in a weird place. All my college friends just graduated a couple weeks ago. I should have been there with them, but instead, I was kicked out a few months prior. Depression and not knowing how to ask for help. To say I was feeling lost was an understatement. Didn’t know what the next moves would be, but I knew that I wanted to get home. Wanting a bit of alone time to think, I decided to drive home from New York to Colorado. Wasn’t trying to sightsee or be slow about it. Just wanted to be on the road for a few days in my own. Clocked 7-9 hours of driving every day and stayed at any roadside motel once the sun set. After checking out of my motel located near Chicago, I hopped in my car and started speeding through the highway. Didn’t stop by Steamworks or anything. Again was in a funky mood and wasn’t feeling particularly horny. Was on autopilot not realizing how fast I was going when I hear sirens and see a police car trailing me with the lights on. I pulled over and the police officer approaches my car. I pull the windows down. “Hi, officer,” I said. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked. “No, sir.” “You were speeding and your registration is expired.” “I’m so sorry. I’m on my way back and will renew it then. I’m so sorry.” A moment of silence. I was panicking not wanting a ticket or to get in trouble with the law. This was before BLM took off, when it wasn’t as well-known how corrupt cops can be. (Yes I know there were news, but I was a clueless twenty year old. Wasn’t paying much attention to the news back then.) So I wasn’t as combative as I would be now. Quite the opposite. I was extremely deferential. “Get out of the car and follow me.” I did as I was told, walking to the back thinking I’m going to get arrested. “Front seat,” he said. A bit confused but too scared to really register what this all meant, I got in the front seat. “What are you doing in Chicago right now?” he asked A bit confused by the question, but I told him that I was on my way back home. “So you’re not here for IML?” Listen, I was young but not naive. I’ve been jacking off to bareback, chem, bug chasing porn and erotica for a few years by this point. In fact, I had been jacking off relentlessly to Treasure Island’s “Slammed” fantasizing I could be Jon Phelps. The way his pupils dilated and his face turned demonic after being shot up. I was afraid of needles, but craved that carnal energy. I wanted to be ravaged by hot, sweaty men. Men with guts. Men with abs. Smooth or hairy. Old. Young. Didn’t matter, as long as they had big cocks and would dump their loads into me. I wanted to be owned. To be gangbanged. Live as a cumdump. Deep down I wondered if I was meant for the normal corporate life. If getting kicked out was a sign that I was meant for the road less traveled. Maybe do porn or sex work. Or be someone’s sex slave. Didn’t have a great relationship with family anyway, so they probably won’t care if they never hear from me. I had a dirty mind and the benefit of youth. My body was toned and naturally hairless. I worked out a few times a week and ran, but didn’t have the typical musical gym bodies you see now on social media. I had a tight chest with large nipples and abs. I’ve been told though, my best feature is my face. To this day, I still have an incredibly boyish face. Large eyes, soft nose, plump lips. I look submissive. Because deep down I am. “Why are you here?” I think I knew where this was headed, but I had to tread lightly. My fear quickly transformed into excitement. I started shaking a bit, but I tried my best to stay cool. “No, sir, I’m not here for IML. I do want to go at some point though.” “Oh you do huh?” His right hands moved slowly to his crotch, and he squeezed ever so slightly but enough to leave no room for doubt for anyone closely watching. I was closely watching.

2. That was all I needed. I was young but not dumb. But I wanted to let this play out a bit longer. At this point, we were simply roleplaying. “Yes, officer. I’m so sorry about speeding, sir. Is there anything I can do to ask you not to ticket me? Anything,” my voice trailed but firm enough to emphasize I wanted to do anything he wanted. “Anything huh, boy?” He looked at me. I looked back. Silence. My eyes scanned his face. Chiseled. Sweaty and tan. Scruffy. Greying hair, but still mostly black. Sharp nose. Strong jawline. Rough skin. Big lips. He smirked, and his eyebrows quickly flexed down in the direction of his crotch. Through the fabric, it looked strained. Perhaps from the layers from the uniform, the position he was in, or that he had a big cock. My hole twitched. My heart started racing. My feet trembling slightly. He grabbed his crotch again and that was all I could handle. I lunged forward, grabbed his cock, and started slobbering over the fabric. I’m licking his pants for dear life, buckling my ass back and forth. He grabbed my hair and stopped me. He motions to the backseat. So we both hop out and move to the backseat. He starts undoing his shirt, unbuttoning one by one. He takes it off to reveal a white sweaty tank top. I dive in and sniff his pits. I go crazy rubbing my face in his sweaty, hairy pits. He raises his arms to give me better access. After a few minutes of that, he pulled my hair and moved my face to his, giving me a wet, passionate kiss. I was so turned on by this situation. Feeling so slutty with a cop on duty. And by the way he was kissing me, I could tell he was turned on too. I took off my shirt and shorts. I was naked (went commando babyyyyyyyy!). He unbuckled his big belt and unzipped his pants. I felt a small bit of heat release. I dove in and sniffed. It was so musky and warm. Smelled of old and new sweat. A bit of precum and urine. Smelled so fucking good. Goddamn. I began licking and sucking to try to absorb some of his juices. He stopped me at some point, kicked me back gently but decisively, and kept his foot outstretched. He hopped up and took off his pants in one slow, but very smooth motion, and put the foot that had been resting against my chest down. He had to have been in great shape. What he just did took a lot of core and leg strength. Fuck my hole twitched. He was wearing a jock. Damn. He motioned me forward. He grabbed a small brown bottle from one of the compartments on his belt, shook it, and uncapped the top. He put his thumb over the top. With his other hand, he motioned me forward. I moved my face slightly lower than his to show that I belonged to him in this moment. He put the bottle under my nostril and plugged my other nostril with his other hand. “Sniff real good, boy.” I sniffed and I sniffed until my lungs couldn’t hold anymore air. I shook my head and he released me. I was turned on by everything. I was feeling the poppers, and it made me so horny. I dove into him. Lifted up his shirt and started licking and kissing. He pulled me up and we made out hard. It was so fucking hot. He fed me again but told me to hold it in for as long as I can this time. He then took off his jock and out jumped his thick ass cock.

Las Saturday night I was at party Mixed crowd and we were hays good time These two middle age couples approached me The wives said they had never saw two guys go to it. They knew I was a gay bottom Could the husbands fuck me while they watched well the drinks and curiosity got to me and I agreed Their house was two blocks away and off we went I got naked as well as the two husbands The two wives went done to bra and panties. no mention was made of condoms both husbands one after the other climbed on top of me and fucked me They both blew two loads in my ass. The wives really thought is was hot. They mentioned it that maybe we could do it again The one couple said there 23 year old son might want to join in too

Just spoke to the first guy I gifted after I converted. He just got confirmation of his own first successful convert. I'm officially a poz grandpa. Very proud and very happy

chatting with this hot, huge, great bodied man, almost seemed to good to be true, he got right to the point and said he needed a hole to use and Breed on his lunch break. and of course I said, use my bubble butt please. sent address, he actually shows up! and holy wow. drops his pants and a 12 in, thick cock flops out. he says, suck it, then I hope you are able to take this raw. I drop to my knees. we goes balla deep down my throat the flips me over. Spits on my hole. then just goes balls deep. it hurt so good. he breeds me for an hour. my hole went numb within 10 min lol he shot such a huge load in me, after he got up, spank my ass and got dressed and left. I layed there, dripping his cum from my wrecked stretched hole. in complete bliss. I get a message 10 min later saying he's coming back after work to pound me again.

So last night I met a guy on recon and short profile but good what he likes but mentioned anal massage. I replied to him and he lived no far from me . We chatted a little and I sent some body pics. He asked if I would like a full body massage and I said yes. I arrived and he was in good shape white mid 50. He brought me to his bedroom and said strip and lay facedown head at the end. I did and he got into shorts grabbed a bag and climbed on the bed. I felt some lotion on me and rubbed hard and deep. I was feeling great and relaxed. As he got to my ass he rubbed a bit harder and more lotion or something on my ass and hole and rubbed more. I could hear him making growing moans. Rubbed my ass and hole for some time and reaching for my balls and cock and pulled them out and massaged my cock. I felt him move around and I felt something wrap around my ankle then the other. He moaned and said this will help keep your leggs in position. Then the straps pulled tight and my leggs were spreading wide. Then he laid on me reaching for something and pulled a strap and put it on my wrist and then the other. He said relax as he tighten them so my arms now were wide to the corners of the bed. He went back and was moaning as he rubbed my hole and ass fir sometime. I was so hot and feeling good. He bent over me a stuck a ball gage in my mouth I tried to move but he got it in fast and tight. Now back rubbing my back ass and leggs. I feel him putting lube on my hole and something going in. Hebwas breathing heavy as it was going in and out. This was going on for some time. And yes felt great. He pushed something big in I almost screamed as it popped in. He got off the bed and shoved pillows under my hips and now my ass was up. He walked around to my face pulled the gag off and stuck his cock in my face.. oh boy did I suck it till it got so hard.. he pulled my head away and got on the bed and pulled out the toy. He was moaning a bit had to be stroking by the way the movement was and he said I'm fucking you.. He slipped his cock in and started to pump away. He slapped my ass a few times as he was pumping. This lasted for some time and felt great. Then he moaned loud and exploded. He laid on me for a bit and got off. He walked away and left me laying there. He came back after a few minutes and was stroking and starring at me. I saw he was getting hard again and climbed on the bed and fucked me again but for a long time. He exploded again and pulled out. He walked to my head and said clean my cock so I did. He unstraped me and said this is our 1st meet. Next time I have a sling and more toys to use.. I said I'll be back

Last friday evening i was in a gay bar. Nothing much happened until an older man started talking to me. And after some chitchat i felt his hand on my butt. I asked him if he wanted to go outside. Older men are a weakness of mine and i shouted 'yes' inside when he asked me to go to the alley behind the bar. It's a dark alley where nobody ever comes so i pulled my trousers down and bend over against a wall. A moment later i felt his hands on my hips and his foot pushing my legs apart. 'You want to be bred, boy?' he whispered in my ear. 'yes sir, please breed me, i need your cum', was enough to make him enter my ass ballsdeep. It felt great when he started fucking. While he told me i was a filthy slut i kept begging him to breed me. We were a perfect couple and after some minutes he shot his load deep inside me. When he walked away i stood there for a while and felt his seed dripping down my leg.

love those sleazy old bookstores.... the stale poppers and cum smell alone.... woof. 💗

I always love it when people say "I'm not into politics." But you know what? Politics is ALWAYS INTO YOU. Politics affects LITERALLY everything in our society. It always has. The right will not be happy until they've overturned Obergefell (the right to marry) and Lawrence v Texas (which invalidated sodomy laws) and pushed us all back in the closet or we're all dead.

Barry stepped off the elevator and called out “Lucy, I’m home!” “Haha” came Nick’s voice from the living room “Get in here and show your Big Brother some love” Batty skipped in like a little kid and plopped into Nick’s lap kissing him then snuggled into his chest “Did ya miss me Big Bro?: he asked “We both missed you Son” His dad said as he walked in from the pool. Tex was wearing one of his thong bathing suits that barely hid his massive cock, which swung from side to side as he walked “Dad!” Barry bounded up threw himself into his father’s arms for a kiss “Welcome back Son” Tex said cupping his ass in his two large hands and returning the kiss It had been a year since the day Barry had made such an ass of himself out of his jealousy for his brother and how life had changed in that year The drug Pameceamp;, with its anti-aging properties, had hit the market. Both he and Nick had reverted their visible age just a bit and they looked somewhere between 25 and 30 now Tex, who had been in his late 50s had taken off about 15 years and barely changed at all. His face was now totally unlined and he stood a little straighter. Any hint of gray was gone from his hair but other than that he looked the same. He had never really shown his true age and had reverted mainly for health reasons and to increase his sexual stamina. He coul;d wear both his sons out and still want more now It had taken three months to completely earn Nick’s trust. Those three months had actually been a lot of fun though. Barry was am award winning costume designer and he made outfits for himself and Nick that were adorable. They had hired a professional photographer and now had an album full of the two of them, dressed as boys, doing boyhood things, fishing in coveralls, checkered shirts and straw hats, playing catch with a football in 1050s style football uniforms, complete with the old style helmets, eating hotdogs at the baseball park in vintage looking jerseys and ball caps Each set of pictures started dressed looking innocent, the next would show Nick pressing Barry’s hand to the bulge in his pants then them making out, Nick pulling his little brother’s pants down and finally fucking his bent over little brother, They had done the project in secret and given Tex the album on his birthday. Their dad had loved it When Barry had time they were going to do some “Dad fucks his sons” photos. Barry was already working on the costumes He had had time to work with Nick because his delayed project got completely canceled. For a while he thought he would have to move back to Broadway and take a job he didn’t really want “A boy’s got to eat” He told his brother and his dad “Even award winning costume designers don’t make any money when they aren’t working. I don’t want to take this job but I may have to. I don’t like the producer. He second guesses everything I do” The next day he got an alert from his bank and checked his balance, the day before he had had about $15,000 today the balance read #15,000,000 “Ummm can one of you two explain why there is 15 million dollars in my bank account?” he asked his brother and his dad who had both been acting odd and had exaggerated looks of innocence on there faces “Your fairy godmother died and left you a fortune?” Nick asked then both he and his dad cracked up “The money I have gotten came from your grandfather” Tex told him “It’s only right I pass some down to his grandkids, I did the same for Carry. Don't worry, all tptal both gifts were less than 10% pf my current bank balance. I didn’t bankrupt myself. Oh you have an appointment next week with a tax professional about how much you need to put aside for Uncle Sam” “I wish I could have met Grad dad” Barry said “No you don’t” Nick and Tex said in stereo “Remember what Tex and I had to get married?” Nick asked “The man was an evil, butter old bastard" “Yeah, you are probably right” Barry said thinking about it Soon after that Nick declared that he was completely forgiven and that night his father and Nick had fucked him a total of 5 times. The next night he became the 2nd man in the world to fuck his brother and maybe the fourth or fifth to fuck his dad After that he and Nick flip fucked fairly often but Tex almost never bottomed There was something special about sliding his cock into his straight big brother. Nick got off on the incest, not being with another man so he and Dad were the only men he let fuck him “Yeah my Big Bro loves his brother’s cock deep in him. You wants that family breeding, don’t you? You want me to squirt you full of your nephews and nieces. I wish I could put my baby in you" Barry had growled in his brother’s ear and Nick had cum so hard his ass spasmed around Barry’s cock, making him breed that straight hole two months later Nick got a delivery and modeled some very sexy clothes for Dad and him. “Where did you get those? They are very well made” Barry said examining the clothes closely “From Dad’s favorite clothing store, Daddy’s Boy Limited., he has a shop down in the gay district, We can take you there if you want” Nick said “I’d love to go" Barry said. Shopping was his second favorite activity after sex “I’m going to bring that album you two made me, the owner, wade will love it” Tex said When they got to the store Barry was extravagant with his praise of the shops wares “These are so well made! They will last for years and they look great!” The owner, Wade, who looked maybe 10 years younger than when Nick had first met him, about 50ish, was still firmly muscular with silver hair and fur, smiled and said “Thank you” Then he seemed to look at Barry closer and blushed, which on a man his age and size was absolutely adorable. A look of absolute hero worship came into Wade’s eyes and he said “That’s high praise from someone like you Mr. Billings” “How did you know my last name?” Barry asked “Are you kidding? I love your work! You were robbed when you didn’t get that first Tommy award and so deserved the one you did win!” Wade said enthusiastically “And don’t get me started about the outfit that got you that Emily award!” Nick hid a smile. This hugely muscled silver Daddy sounded like a teenage girl who had just met her favorite boy band member “That’s the first time a fan of my work has ever recognized me” Barry said blushing himself “I am so flattered” The two gazed at each other and both Nick and Tex got one of those flashes of insight that hit them from time to time.. This one made them both happy and a little sad Wade and Barry were meant to be together. They may not know it yet but it was going to happen. Nick and his dad had talked about a three way marriage with Barry but they would never stand in the way of him finding a true love of his own ******************************* Gabriel and Ezekiel watched from behind their two agent’s eyes as they often did This was an important change and would lead to greater happiness and fulfillment for all involved Wade and Barry had things to do together and while the effects would not be earthshaking, the example they would set would be the difference between many young LGBTQ people choosing life over death ******************************* “I design all the clothes in the shop and I’m a costume design junkie” Wade said “I’m not in your league though. I’m better at quality and production than I am design” “I love your designs! They are perfect fir what you design them for” Barry said back “Wade, take a look at these, Barry designed them for he and his brother” Tex said. He knew Wade would take “brother: to mean two subs who served the same Daddy so, because he had known Wade for years and trusted him he added “Nick and Barry are both my biological sons” “And you are married to Nick?” Wade asked wide eyed Nick nodded proudly “He’s the center of my life. I could not have a better husband” Normally Nick would freak to hear their secret blurted out so openly but he knew exactly what Tex was doing and why “Fuck, that’s so hot” Wade said “Barry is single though” Nick said offhandedly Both Barry and Wade missed the significance if that statement for the moment Nick and Tex were not so subtly letting the gorgeous silver Daddy know he would not be poaching if he approached Barry Wade went through the album and his eyes widened “These are incredible! You look like men but the clothes convey the suggestion of youth so well! This is, bar none, the best Boy Kink wear I have ever seen!” “I would buy those for my sons if I saw them in a shop for sure” Tex said “They would sell like hotcakes” Wade agreed Nick had an idea, one that he knew was the right way to go as soon as it popped into his head “Barry, you are between projects and you have enough money to live off for a while. Maybe you and Wade could work together on a new DBL line of kink wear” “Could you make something like these in great enough numbers?” Barry asked Wade nodded “I work with a manufacturer who hires seamstresses and tailors around the country who work from home, It’s a subsidiary of Ze-Corp” “We know the owners of Ze-Corp very well. They live so close they rate our sexual encounters if we forget to close the drapes” Nick said, remembering Tommy and Red standing at their window, holding up score cards when Tex and he first made love. He and Tex were exhibitionist so they forgot the drapes fairly often Tommy, Red and Zeke own Ze-Cprp?” Barry asked impressed. He had met the neighbors several times and always got perfect 10s from Red and Tommy for hs sexual performances “100% of it between the three of them” Tex nodded “I have an offer from Ze-corp to buy 49% of DBL and take it national” Wade said “Zeke loves Tommy and Red in my clothes” “I think I will talk to Zeke, I’d like to invest in DBL as well” Nick said “We have done a few joint ventures that worked out well” “Your name and reputation would help tremendously” Wade said “Kink wear designed by Emily and Tommy award winner Barry Billings” he said holding his arms wide “What other kink designer can say something like that?” the silver Daddy finished They did talk to Zeke and what was worked out was Nick and Ze-Corp each had 24.5% equity, Wade and Barry each had 25.5% “We can give them our equity as a wedding present” Nick told Tex with a smile Wade had asked Barry out before they left the shop that day *********************** Barry was nervous, hehe had been dating Wade for six months and there was something he had to tell the man, If it went well he fully intended to ask the man to marry him on the spot. He had never met anyone he got along better with than Wade, when they worked together it was like they had one mind, instantly understanding each other, most of the times they didn’t even have to finish a sentence before the other understood The date went well but Barry could not make himself bring up the subject on his mind. This could end everything. Wade had tried to bring something up several times too but stopped looking worried “Lets go back to my place. I have something I want to show you” Wade finally said “Showing you may be easier than telling you” Barry sat in a chair just outside the door to Wade’s bedroom. It was a small two vedroom condo and the master bedroom was directly off the living room. Wade said he needed to change clothes to show him what he wanted to Barry decided maybe he could tell Barry if he was not looking at him “Wade, there is something I have to tell you…” he said then faltered again “What? That you are HIV positive and if I am with you I will end up that way too?” Wade asked from the bedroom with a smile in his voice “How did you…” Barry started “I was there the night Zeke pozzed your Dad. It was a memorable event since no one had ever seen Tex bottom before. It was a hot scene to watch. I know Tex never plays safe and I know he fucks you. It’s not hard to figure out. I’m fine with it. I even want it if it comes from you” Wade said “Ok, I’m ready, close your eyes” Wade said and he sounded really nervous “They’re closed” Batty said He heard Wade move to just in front of him “Ok. open them” Wade said Barry opened them and his jaw dropped “You… look… absolutely… fucking… ADORABLE wade, and so fucking sexy! Barry said Wade was dressed in an exact copy of his little brother fishing outfit, perfectly fitted to his hairy muscular body “Barry, not all sons have to be younger than their Daddy and I want you to be my Daddy so fucking bad” Wade said with his heart in his eyes You would not think so to look at the two of them but Barry was the dominant personality in their relationship. Wade was expressing a wide submissive streak that turned Barry on like crazy. This gorgeous, muscular, fur covered silver Daddy wanted to be his submissive! His Son! And far from wanting Barry to stop having sex with his father and brother, Wade wanted to be tied up and made to watch! “Have you been a good boy today Son?” Barry asked and he saw the front of Wade’s coveralls tent out in a hefty bulge “Yes Daddy! I have been really really good!” He said back excitedly Barry groped his own growing bulge and said “Good boy! Why donlt you bend over this chair and let Daddy reward you with his gift” “You have a gift for me? Oh wow! What is it Daddy” the silver furred boy asked “I;m going to fuck your littl eboy ass and infect you with HIV Son, isn’t that a great gift?: came the reply “Ooooo Yes! I want Daddy’s gift so bad!!” Wade said and as Barry stood he bent over the chaor putting his hands on the arms and flexing his huge muscles Barry dropped his pants and stepped out of them then pulled off his shirt He undid the four buttons that held up the flap on Wade’s coveralls, two in front and two in back, and removed it to expose the most gorgeous ass he had ever seen It was round and firm, covered with silver hair that darkened as it ran down into his crack. His cock and balls were plump and hung down heavily a P.A. was visible through the slit in his foreskin which covered the entire head even ib this aroused state, Those may have been the biggest balls Barry had ever seen and he had seen some huge ones “Oh Son! Daddy loves your beautiful ass so much! I have to poz you! I have to put my viral babies in your blood!” Barry groaned, his cock rock hard and dripping toxic pre “Do it Daddy! Breed your Son! I want Daddy’s babies in me!” Wade moaned Barry probed and found the hole that eagerly awaited him, he slid 11 inches of cock up that muscled ass in one long slow thrust as his Son panted and begged for more Barry grabbed those firm, trim hips and began to pound sliding in and out with a deliberate, grinding pace as Wade moaned “I love my Daddy! I love him so much! I want Daddy’s gift! I want to be pregnant with Daddy’s toxic baby!” “Fuck Son! I love you too! I need you in my life so fucking much! I’m going to poz you now! You want my viral baby and I’m going to give it to you! Right now!” and Barry’s balls pumped his toxic cum deep into that silver furred neg ass They both heard the door unlock and start to open but they couldn’t stop The feeling of Daddy shooting toxic cum full of viral blood invaders sent Wade over the edge and as the door swung open he spewed cum all over the chair below him They both heard a voice say “Oh gees Dad I go away for six months and you turn into a slut on me!” Barry looked and saw a version of Wade who looked his own age standing there with an enormous bulge in his jeans He and the man locked eyes and something seemed to pass between them, Barry felt his cock start to get hard again seconds after he had cum With a smile Barry stepped back, gestured to Wade’s exposed ass and the man close the door and walked forward unzipping his pants “Alan no! You cant!” Wade said and started to stand “Freeze right where you are Son! Daddy did not tell you that you could stand up!” Barry barked Wade froze “But Daddy, he’s my Son… we can’t fuck,,, it’s so wrong” Wade said sounding troubled “Ny dad and my brother fuck me all the time, I’m the wrong one to try that line on Son” Bayyu said gently “I want to watch you son fuck you. if you love Daddy you will let him” Then he thought o something “I’m poz and toxic and I just came in his ass, I figured you shold know before you rammed in raw” Barry said Alan shrugged “It’s treatable now, I get the feeling we will be seeing each other a lot and I’m very versatile so why don’t you poz me while I finally get to breed my Dad like I have wanted to do since I was about 13 it will probably happen soon anyway” “How can I refuse an offer like that?” Barry said rubbing his toxic cock lewdly The cock Alan pulled out as he stepped behind his dad, was a thick 9 inches long “Alam,,,” Wade said in a doubtful voice “Shut up Bitch! You heard your Daddy! Take your son’s cock!” He said putting it to his father’s dripping hole and shoving in Barry pulled down Alan’s pants further and the darkly furred man stepped out of them Next went his shirt and Barry was thrilled to see very large, pierced nipples pushing out of the dark chest fur They were over half an inch across and stuck out almost an inch “Someone like to pump their nipples” Barry though and decided he would do the same to Wade, it looked so hot on his Son Barry took position behind Alan and pushed into his hole slowly. The darker bear grunted and waited for Barry to get all the way in before he started sliding in and out of his father’s ass Timing his strokes to meet Alans pulling out of his Dad Barry began to fuck his 2md neg ass in less than half an hour He reached around and found Alans huge nipples and twisted making the man moan and hiss “Thank you Sir!” he picked up the pace fucking his father and fucking himself in Barry’s toxic 11 incher Instinct made Barry say “Call me Master. I just claimed your father as my Son and now I’m claiming his son as my slave” Daddy Tex had trained both his sons well “Fuuuk, Yes Master! Claim me and poz my ass!” Alan said Alan was a little vulnerable right now. His unexpected appearance tonight was because he had left his Master the day before. The man didn’t respect limits and had pushed to far once to often He knew his Dad always had room for him so he had come home, The man fucking him must be the Barry Dad was so in love with. He had mentioned him several times when they had talked on the phone. Alan had never accepted a new Master so quickly but he knew from what his Dad had told him that Barry could be trusted and that he would not say such a thing without being serious. Besides this felt right and he owed the man for finally letting him get his cock into his dad who had been putting him off since he was 18 Alan moaned as his new Master pinched hid nipples just right, just the perfect amount of pressure and twist he wasn’t going to last long like this “You ready for my poz seed boy?” Master asked and his dad groaned and started stroking himself “Yes Master! Please! Poz your new slave!!” Alan groaned, Then he felt that huge cock pulsing deadly virus into his willing neg hole. His eyes rolled bacl in his head as everything overwhelmed him and hic cock bred his own father for the first time Wade shuddered at that point and shot his 2nd load onto that poor innocent chair. Getting the white stains out would be a bitch but he didn’t care. He may just leave it like it was as a reminder of today All three stood there panting and catching their breath Barry smiled down at the mess they had made. there was one thing more he had to do He found the little box in his pants pocket and took Wade’s hand pulling him to the center of the room Naked, sweaty and still dribbling cum from his half hard cock he knelt on one knee still holding that hand and looked up into the Wade's face. opening the little box and exposing the rings “I love you so much Wade, you are more than I ever dreamed I would find in a man. I need you in my lif and my bed forever. Will you marry me?” Wade’s eyes teared up and he was so emotional all he could do was nod and say “yes… yes” “I’m glad I got to see that. What a great story it will make for the grandkids!” Alan said as Barry slipped the ring onto Wade’s finger and handed Wade a matching one to put on his Alan came over and hugged them warmly and the said “I’ll be in my room Dad” and he went to grab the duffle he had dropped inside the door and went into the smaller bedroom Barry called Nick to let him know he would not be home that night then he and Wade went into the bedroom and made out gently till they fell asleep in each other’s arms The next morning he headed home to share the news Barry stepped off the elevator and called out “Lucy, I’m home!” “Haha” came Nick’s voice from the living room “Get in here and show your Big Brother some love” Batty skipped in like a little kid and plopped into Nick’s lap kissing him then snuggled into his chest “Did ya miss me Big Bro?: he asked “We both missed you Son” His dad said as he walked in from the pool. Tex was wearing one of his thing bathing suits that barely hid his massive cock, which swung from side to side as he walked “Dad!” Barry bounded up threw himself into his father’s arms for a kiss “Welcome back Son” Tex said cupping his ass in his two large hands and returning the kiss “So did you pop the question?: Nick asked from behind him “Yes! And he said YES!!!!!” They shared a family hug and kiss, Barry didn’t see the tinge of sadness in their eyes. They were happy for him but they didn’t want to lose him “You won’t believe everything else that happened though! Let me tell you!” Barry went on excitedly By the time he finished with his story Nick and Tex were not sad anymore. They just saw a ton of fun on the horizon ************************* The next day Nick got a phone call. He had not seen the name that came up on his phone in almost two decades. "I guess I'm not the only one who has kept their numbers and is compulsive about keeping all my contacts for that long “Norma, is that you?” he answered “Last time I checked it was” came the reply Norma had been his high school sweetheart They had been lovers for a short time then suddenly her dad had packed them up and moved across the country “How have you been?” Nick asked. He had an idea because he heard the unmistakable sounds of a hospital in the background “Not so good Nick, to be honest I don’t have much time left, Days if I am lucky. This cancer is very aggressive. Listen there is something I have to tell you. Dad passed a couple years ago so there is no one else now. Nick, I was pregnant when Dad moved us, That’ why he moved us” Are you saying I have a child, Norma?” He asked shaking a little “No I’m saying you have twins, two boys, just a few months shy of 18 now bur still just kids. You are listed as their father on their birth certificate and my will leaves you custody. Please take care of my boys Nick, they are your boys too. Dad would never let me tell you and I guess that became a habi. All I can do is say I’m sorry” “That’s not important now Norma, where are you?” Two hours later Nick and Tex were on the Ze-Corp corporate jet. Zeke had lent it to then without question He got to see Norma before the end and he let her know he forgave her Standing out in the hall with Tex he cried into his chest. Norma had been special to him “Babe, I think you should turn around” Tex said his voice a little shaky As he turned he saw two young men and there was no doubt who they were His mother’s eyes stared out of younger versions of Barry’s face “So, you are our dad” One of them said Nick didn't know what to do or say. He spread his arms slightly and said “Boys… I” Suddenly they were both hugging him and crying like the broken hearted kids they were Nick stroked their hair which was the same color and texture his mom’s had been and said “I don’t know you two, but I love you and I will always take care of you, always protect you. No matter what” Tes watched his son hold and comfort his grandsons and knew he felt the exact same way towards these two strangers who had just burst into their lives **************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Double Trouble At A Wedding Let me know what you think Scanbu

I’m vers; my husband is usually top only sometimes bottom. When I’m getting fucked by my husband it’s about him wanting me, him needing my hole, me making him fuck me like a crazy man, me making him unable to hold back … and ultimately his load is like the culmination and validation of all that. And his load inside me is always an honor to have his DNA inside me. When I’m getting fucked by a play-mate it’s all about my control of the top by using my hole; working him up, taunting him and working him up more, milking his load out of him and taunting him about him losing control. If I can make him suck his seed out of my hole even better.

For me, it's both. I love being fucked. Love that feeling that I'm being used, knowing I'm making my top's cock feel amazing. But OMG, I NEED him to shoot his load deep inside me. I crave that reward, and the knowledge that I did well, that my body gave another male that ultimate pleasure, and he deserved it.

Maybe not disgusting, but I did end up filthy. My wife was away but I didn't want to host. A guy with a BBC who had bred me before wanted to meet up. We met nearby at a Taco Bell and decided to find a place in the industrial area nearby. This was at night, so all the businesses were closed. We parked behind a building and went behind a dumpster. I pulled my pants down, bent over, and he eased his big cock in my ass. Just when it was feeling good, we saw headlights coming down behind the building, most likely security. We got in the car and left. We drove around and found a construction site that was empty. They were renovating a building. While we couldn't get into the building, there was a block of concrete outside that was the perfect height for me to lay back on and have him fuck me missionary. He was back in me in no time and fucking me good and hard. After about 10 minutes, he shot a huge load in my ass. When I got home, I was covered in dust and dirt, but it was worth it.

i think it depends on why you cannot get hard? Sex is physical, but it's also hugely affected by cognition and emotion. i get rock hard when a Top talks to me about wanting to breed me, use my hole, inseminate me, piss on/in me, etc.. (my list is pretty long lol). If a guy wants me to fuck him? No response. Even when i want to try, nothing. i love Mens asses, they are one of my favorite parts of Their anatomy, a huge turn on, but i have no desire/need to penetrate. Even getting sucked. i've had FB's where i allow getting sucked, but it really does little to nothing for me. i will get sort of hard while it's happening if i don't think about it, but any focus on my penis as a penetrative organ, it goes flaccid. i do think meds like viagra can help, but i also think there can be a placebo effect in play with those drugs.

Taking a break from this for a couple weeks, hopefully less time, until work dies down a bit more. To come, a cloudy motel gang bang and more!

Oh fuck … next chapter, please

I suppose it was in a junkyard somewhere in Ohio. While it wasn't "disgusting", it was a bit daring. I was traveling with a good buddy to an event in NY State, and had heard via the "old-car" grapevine about a particularly good junkyard in rural Ohio, full of decent old (mostly postwar) cars with lots of good parts still left, and we actually found it out in the sticks on an older two-lane highway. Pulled in, grabbed our toolbags, paid and went in. The employee that we paid to get in was a decent-looking guy, seemed really friendly, all of that. Just inside the fence, sitting in a growth of tall bushes was a '49 Buick FastBack that looked intriguing. My buddy was into Mopars, so he went on further into the junkyard, but I wanted a sniff of that Buick (it was in pretty good shape), and there were a couple of other old cars in the area too, but most of the cars were further on. So, I went to investigate the others right in that area,, intending to stop and give the Buick a look-over on the way to the rest of the junkyard. My buddy had gone further down into the junkyard. When I got back there (to the Buick), the kid behind the counter was actually standing on top of that Buick, barely visible among the bushes and tree branches, doing a "bump-n-grind". Well !!! I'd never expected to see anything like that ... but apparently my Cock had been expecting it, because my "brainless buddy" got as hard as the "teeth" in that Buick's front bumper. The trees/bushes looked like they hadn't ever been trimmed, and I crawled right up that "slant-back" car and fucked that kid like crazy. I don't think anyone could have seen, and it was so outrageous (to me - a "big-city-guy") - that it was a really hottttt fuck. After I pumped my load up his gut, he turned around and shot a huge load all over my t-shirt & jeans. After that, I picked up my tools and went further into the junkyard and found my buddy - who looked me up and down and just said "you didn't !!!" And then he said "of course you did ...". It turned out to be a really great junkyard, we found quite a number of old MoPars and got some great parts. When we hauled our treasures back to the office to pay, the clerk - maybe still full of my load - just smiled, took the money, and said cum again, guys, accenting the "cum". And we all had a good laugh.

I huffed on the bottle of poppers like my life depended on them. I was three big hits in before I felt Sir's hands on my hole. One flick of fingers upwards and he plunged them in. I moaned like a bitch in heat and he hummed his approval. "Good boy, four down to the knuckle in one. I love your loose cunt, pig," he said as he twisted his hand back and forth a little. "Take another hit, you're getting the full fist next." I did as I was told, breathing deeply in through my nostril and holding it in. I waited, but he didn't change what he was doing, so I took another deep hit. He slowly pulled out as I sniffed the bottle and held his fingers at my hole, waiting for me to finish my hit. I held for a few seconds before I exhaled and my top started pushing his hand inside me. I groaned loudly, again. I panted as he got to his knuckles and he spat on both his hand and my hole again. "You can take it, boy. Relax that pig hole for me." His fist slid in, stretching me wide. "Good, boy. Now just enjoy the ride." He worked slowly, at first. He swapped hands, once I was loose enough for him to fuck me properly, spitting at my cunt the whole time. I realised that I didn't even want the lube I'd left in the car, I was enjoying the spit a cum cocktail being worked into my hole walls. I was moaning in ecstasy, loving every movement of the man behind me. After a while, he sped up his fist fuck of my hole. My moans turned into growls and I melted further into the bed. I followed his instructions, but could barely move without an order. More poppers, push back, relax, push my hole out, lift my cunt back up. He kept me on my knees for a long time, working my hole wide. "You're so fucking sloppy, pig. I'm working those loads in so deep." He slipped fingers from both hands inside me and pulled them apart. "Look at that cunt, boy!" He slipped them both back out and hooked them around my hips and lifted, "come on, boy, give me your cunt. Keep it nice and high for me, I like watching your dick drip. It's not stopped leaking. And through your jock. So fucking hot." I followed his instructions, pulling my knees closer together and propping my ass in the air for him. I took the opportunity to look back, under my body and saw what he had told me about my dick. I was soft in my jock, but there was a clear string of pre-cum connected to a wet pool on the bed beneath me. I had no idea before, but I loved it now. I moaned my pleasure for him, as I felt his hands leave my hips and anticipated his fists. Instead, his hands reached to the pool of pre-cum on the bed and scooped what he could, then swirled them in the string coming from my jock. "This should be nice a slick for that cunt, pigboy," he said to me. I felt his fingers pushing into me and I moaned at the knuckles forcing their way in. I could feel the slimy pre-cum from my own dick and I loved it. I hit the poppers without instruction and let my hole relax around his wrist. He twisted his hand, clenched it into a fist and started to pull out. This was the most he had stretched me so far. I didn't know if this was more or less than the double fuck I'd enjoyed earlier, but I loved it all the same. I growled as I felt myself stretch open and I heard it matched with a growl of his own. "That's fucking hot, I'm gonna punch you now. Hit the poppers again." He played inside me whilst I took three more hits and made myself dizzy holding them. Once I had exhaled the last hit, I felt his clenched fist at my hole. I didn't think he'd ever manage it, but he pushed in so hard that my hole gave way willingly and he made it all the way in. The noise I had made was somewhere between a groan of pleasure and a yelp of pain. I wanted him to do it again and I knew I didn't have to ask. He started punch fisting me slowly, like he had started. I enjoyed feeling so wide and open, but didn't think he'd get back in with a full fist every time. He didn't fail once, but I was still disbelieving each punch. After a few minutes, I felt him pick up his pace. He was still going slow and controlling my poppers, for which I was grateful, but I could feel myself pushing back against him now. I was craving more. "Such a fist pig. Glad I found you, boy. I'm gonna do some hard and fast ones, get ready. Two more hits." I hit the brown bottle and relaxed my hole for him. I was almost disappointed when I felt his fingers and not his clenched fist. I wasn't disappointed for long, as he meant what he had said. 'Hard and fast' was right. I was no longer growling, but whining. He went in and out faster than I could process, whilst he counted. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten." He stopped there and asked "how was that, boy?" I whined and panted before I got any words out. "Amazing, Sir. Fuck. You're wrecking me." "Yeah I am, boy. You've got a great cunt. Loose and ready for anything. And you've not bled today, your cunt is fucking amazing. Ten more." He counted ten more fast, alternating each hand he fucked me with, leaving me almost flat on the bed. "Lift up, boy," he told me. I did my best, but needed his help. My legs were shaking like never before, I'm surprised they held me at all. "I'm gonna try one last thing for that cunt of yours right now. Not sure if you'll be able to take it, so hit those poppers again. Four big hits, go on." I hit the brown bottle again, my head spinning as he told me to hold the last hit. I felt his fingers go in, but his thumb and he stopped at the knuckles. I wondered what he was about to try, keeping my hole as loose as I could. His dick touched my hole and I realised what was about to happen. My dick started growing immediately in anticipation. I hoped I could take it, I loved someone fisting and fucking me at the same time, but his dick was so thick I didn't know if it would work. I promised myself it would and I hit the poppers again. "That's right, boy. Get ready." He pushed forward, his dick sliding inside me with ease and we both moaned our pleasure out loud. He pumped back and forth, while he moved his hand up and down his shaft at the same time. My hole was loose, but this was a tight fit. I could feel his thumb straining to get in and he seemed stuck at the knuckles, unable to go further. "Fuck boy, I think I'm being too eager. You need a bit more prep for that," pulling his hand out and plunging his dick in, down to his balls. He leaned forward, hovering his torso over my back and lay down on top of me. My legs couldn't hold him, I collapsed into the bed and turned to look at him. Before I could speak, one of his hands was stuffed in my mouth, covered in my pre-cum, his spit and the cum I'd taken earlier. I savoured the taste of my hole, cleaning his hand to the best of my ability. He kept fucking me into the bed, whilst I found myself licking from his wrist to his fingertips. "Thank you, Sir." I said. I felt so piggy, so turned on by the way he treated me. I wanted more and not just his strain. I think I wanted him. "I fucking love this, you're making me such a pig." "This isn't my doing, boy. You're a pig all on your own, you're just with an equally nasty pig right now. We're nasty fuckers and we're letting ourselves enjoy each other." He said, making me blush somehow. "I want you to mark me. Make me yours, Sir." I begged him. "You're gonna be mine, don't worry, pig. You're gonna have my mark inside you forever, once I'm done. You're gonna keep coming back to me for the next few months, until I've pozzed you up. Aren't you, boy?" He asked me. "Yes, please, Sir. That's what I want. I want you to poz me. Please? Please infect me. I want it to be you. Stretch my cunt out and poz it up." "You fuckin' bet, boy."

Paul was about to snap. Seven years in prison can do that to you and the letter he held in his hand had devastated him He was tall and thin, with long ginger hair, soft brown eyes, pale skin and a nice round ass. When he had first arrived here he had been “protected” by the prison’s top dog Tony Santorin, a man with significant influence both inside and outside of the prison’s walls. The price of that protection was Paul’s ass Paul was gay and had been no virgin at the time. Under different circumstances he may have even found Tony attractive. Tony had been there when they had brought Paul in along with several other new inmates on a bus,tp the prison and had inspected them all “This one, he’s a pretty girl” he told the guard and shook his hand, Paul noticed the folded money that passed to the guard with that hand shake. The “pretty girl” comment made him blush but Paul knew that despite his more than ample cock and preference to be on top he came across as feminine to most men. That combination had landed him here in prison but he hadn’t known that yet Paul had been assigned as Tony’s new cell mate. Tony's cell was on the top level and the last in a row. It had been meant to house eight men but Tony and Paul had it all to themselves, It was actually comfortably furnished with a queen sized bed, two large comfortable chairs and a small dining table as well as a shower and toilet area hidden by screens “The warden owes me some favors” was all Tony said when Paul asked how he managed all this Paul could hear a low conversation that he was sure had been timed for his arrival. A good looking blond man had been grabbed as he walked towards the door to Tony’s cell and dragged into the adjoining cell by a huge bruit of a man. What are you doing Sal? You know Tony will have you killed for touching me!” the blond man said in a squeaky, frightened voice “Tony got tired of all your pouting and demands, he doesn’t need you any more, he has a new and far prettier girl now. He gave you to me so get used to being my bitch" a low voice said “I won’t put up with your shit. If you piss me off I will just hand you over to Carl over in Block C. Now get on your knees and show me how grateful you are for my protection. You better convince me you love me and my cock because Block C is just waiting for some fresh meat” A moment later Paul heard the sound of someone gagging and choking for a while followed by grunts of pain and bunk bed springs squeaking accompanied by that same low voice saying “I’m not a gentle lover like Tony. I like it to hurt so moan for me butch” and so on as the blond man adjusted to his new reality and moaned loudly “Block C must be terrible” Paul thought with a shudder That night he didn’t fight or protest when Tony took him to bed. He did his best to please the man in every way he could. Paul was no fool Tony was a gentle lover but when you are that hung you almost have to be, Paul had been tied up and brutally fucked by five well hung guys and not been as sore as he was the next day He had thought he would not be there long because he was innocent of the embezzlement charges that had been brought against him. Millions of dollars had vanished without a trace on his watch but Paul had no idea how. A few months later, when the court of appeals declined his case, his last hope had died Another blow came when his husband Martin had come for a visit. He had given Martin temporary guardianship of his three sons as their mother was dead Bobby was 11, Mike was 10 and Marc was 9. They all were the spitting image of their dad with his hair, eyes and build. The way things were set up, if he was still in prison then his oldest Bobby would get full custody of his younger siblings when he turned 18. Martin was just a temporary guardian. The money he had inherited from his father a couple years ago made it no burden to take care of the three boys and as Paul had no other living blood relatives. There had been no real choice “I came to tell you I am filing for divorce. Don’t worry. I will take care of the boys. They should not suffer because of you” Martin had told him Paul knew that while the boys adored their “Uncle Martin” that the man he had married was just fond of them. He didn’t like kids in general but was a good enough actor that the boys never caught on that he had tolerated them to be with Paul “I hope you appreciate the favor I am doing for you” Martin said “I could just walk away and let the foster care system take them” The divorce had been finalized quickly, all Paul cared about was that his kids were taken care of so he didn’t fight it. Tony got tired of him after a couple years and he was passed down the line of his lieutenants but eventually he found out just how bad Block C really was Carl Anderson was a large, hugely muscled, brutal looking, bald man who ruled Block C with a combination of brute force and by lending out “his boys” to men who pleased him He kept Paul as his personal bitch when he got to Block C The first thing he had made Paul do is kneel and kiss the head of his huge, vein covered, uncut cock while he ran a finger around the tattoo on his stomach. The tattoo looked evil, a biohazard symbol dripped what looked like cum mixed with blood onto the words “The Gift” written in a toxic green shade Carl smirked when he saw Paul’s eyes widen “That’s right pretty boy, kiss the cock that is going to give you HIV, worship it, open up those lips and suck it so it gets nice and hard for your first breeding” the man whispered in a surprisingly silky, sultry, sexy voice Carl put a hand behind his head and forced that toxic cock into his mouth while his other hand found his nipple and twisted with cruel fingers. Paul’s cock got rock hard despite the fear running through his mind When Carl was fully hard he forced Paul onto his back in the middle of his cell’s floor and then noticed Paul's rock hard cock that was almost as big as his own “Someone wants my gift I think” He smirked as he got between Paul’s legs and lifted them to his shoulders “Well want it or not I’m going to give it to you” and with that he pushed in balls deep Paul writhed in pain, Carl had the largest cock he had ever taken, even bigger than Tony's and the man gave him no time to adjust. Within seconds Carl was fucking him so hard that his huge, low hanging, lemon sized balls were swinging up to smack his ass crack with every thrust As Carl shredded his hole with his toxic fuck stick Paul’s cock dripped pre, the violent fucking he was getting was making it fly all over, some pf it even hitting him in the face “Here it comes, pretty boy! Here comes my viral seed to knock you up! I know you want it bad and I’m giving it to you. Take my poz load” Carl grounded then he leaned down and kissed Paul as hi fired ropes of HIV tainted cum into the neg man’s defenseless ass Paul’s cock twitched violently as he came without touching himself and they lay together kissing and trying to catch their breath. Carl fucked him twice more before he finally let Paul up Carl was fucking him four and five times a day for the next few weeks and when Paul got sick foru weeks from their first fuck, Carl had him moved to his cell and took care of him himself until he felt better The men of Block C were a little surprised as Carl had never shared a cell with anyone before. He kept Paul with him and fucked him constantly but the guys assumed it would be over soon when Carl resumed breeding every new boy who came to the Block They found out how wrong they were when one idiot asked for Paul as a reward for a favor he had done Carl The man spent the next week in the hospital Block after Carl beat the hell out of him. No one ever asked for Paul’s services again Paul grew to care for Carl, even love him, and as much as the situation allowed they were a couple “If I was ever going to get out of here I would marry you” Carl whispered in his ear as he held Paul one dark night “You were the first man who ever wanted my gift and I fell in love with you right then and there” Carl had three life sentences for his crimes. Paul never asked what he had done. he didn’t want to know “I would be honored to marry you if we could” he whispered back. Paul had grown to love this man slowly as he had opened up and let Paul see his gentle soul inside No one knew that sometimes when the lights were out that Carl would sometimes quietly bottom for Paul beneath the covers, They would spoon and pretend to be asleep as Carl pushed back on Paul and they gently rocked until Paul shot off inside his lover, then Carl would roll over and kiss him till they fell asleep Unlike Carl, Paul came up for parole every two years after his 4th year inside. He was denied at 6 years and Carl consoled him though he didn’t really seem that upset himself. Paul knew Carl wanted to keep him there A year later a letter arrived from his oldest son Bobby who had never written him before. It read: Dear Dad; I’m sorry I have never written before. Uncle Martin said you didn’t want to hear from us and that you didn’t love us anymore. I believed him just like I used to believe everything he said. He was so great with us and always took good care of me and my brothers. That all changed for me when I turned 18 a few months ago He took me out for dinner on my birthday and said it was a date. I thought he was joking because he knows I am straight but he wasn’t. He told me I now had custody of my two brothers because you had set it up that way. He said that he could legally just throw mw out and Mike and Marc would have to go with me Marc has some health issues and his medications are expensive. Uncle Martin said if he throws us out he will also remove us from his health insurance. I have never even had a part time job. Without Uncle Martin I would not have a penny and I could not take care of my them I’m not well liked in this town. I have kind of been a bully and an asshole to most of the people here, Uncle Martin never punished me or even corrected me. He never made me do my school work so I barely graduated. I don’t think anyone here would hire me and if I move II have to take Mike and Marc with me Uncle Martin says since we are not blood related that he is going to make me marry him, He says once we are married he’s going to start fucking me, That I will be his wife and slave Dad, he has HIV and he says he is going to get me pregnant with it. Even worse, he’s going to force Mike to be his slave on his 18th birthday and then infect him too. Mike is as straight as I am but he loves Marc so Uncle Martin can force him the same way he is forcing me He says he will take Marc as a slave as well when he turns 18. That’s been his plan since he married you, he says but you would not be dominated by him. You would not give him control, so he framed you for embezzlement. He didn’t inherit money, he stole it and made sure you took the blame. He’s doing his best to make sure you never get paroled as well He says as feminine as you were, you should just have accepted that you were meant to be his bottom and salve but you insisted on an equal relationship and even wanted to fuck him so he decided to get rid of you and enslave your sons when they got old enough. He’s crazy but what can I do? Marc has to have those medications for his Asthma or he could die. He also needs that EpiPen thing for his allergies Uncle Martin makes me dress in tight clothes he says are sexy and makes sure lots of people see us kissing in public. No one approves and someone even tried to have us arrested but the cop said we are not blood related and there is nothing illegal about what we are doing as long as we are both consenting adults The wedding is next week and I’m scared, dad. I’m even more frightened for my brothers. I can’t think of a way out of this, And Uncle Martin says he will throw us out if I warn them. Please write me back, Just knowing you still love me wll help, It hurt so much when Uncle Martin said you didn’t anymore. Send any replies to my friend’s house at the address listed below I love you dad Bobby Paul stared at the letter for a few moments then began to cry. Someone noticed and yelled “Hey Carl, your little sissy boy is crying” Carl was there in less than a minute. He paused and looked at a couple of his men “Take care of that asshole” he snarled and another idiot spent a week in the hospital Block You may not think that guys in prison, most of them career criminals would give a damn about a jail house romance but what Carl and Paul had was the envy of many of these men, Not the pm'y sex but the love and companionship they shared “What’s wrong baby?” Carl said sitting on the bed and putting those massive arms around him Pau showed him the letter and Carl gave a low whistle after he finished reading it Those are MY sons! He is claiming MY SONS as his slaves and there is not a damn I can do about it because I'm stuck in here" “We will figure something out Baby” Carl said. He had an idea but the cost would probably be so high he didn’t know if he could bring himself to do it. It also meant loosing the man he loved forever and Carl wondered if he could face life without his Paul **************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Bobby’s Wedding and Honeymoon Scanbu

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It took a full day to arrange but eventually Paul and Carl stood in Tony’s cell asking for his help. Tony was the only man in the prison who had any influence in the outside world “So what can I do for you two?” Tony asked in a pleasant voice. He sat in his large comfortable chair as the two stood before him Paul remembered many hours kneeling before that chair with Tony’s cock in his mouth and throat Paul told him the entire story. Tony was not an evil man and family meant a lot to him. Paul hoped that would move him to give what help he could “A sad and twisted story” Tony said “There are things I could do to help free you but have you thought about the fact that you would be an ex con and pretty much penniless? How would you take care of your sons even if you could get them away from this Martin?” “I have resources in the outside world. My family has been trying to take control of them but they are firmly legally mine. When I die they will all go to charity. I have also been petitioning the Warden to let me marry Pau; for months, If he were free and as my spouse I could give him control of those assets and he would more than be able to care for his sons. I can keep my family out of them while I am in here but I can't use them so I can’t just send money to Paul’s sons” Carl said “Oh fuck Carl” Paul said. All of this was news to him, Tony's question had decimated him till Carl spoke up. Je had not thought that far yet. “You would marry me and then live without me just to help me git my sons back?” “I’d do anything for you, Paul. You are my reason for living and if you need to go to save your sons then I can live with it. I have to” Carl said taking his hand Carl looked at Tony then actually got down on his knees “I’m willing to pay any price to help Paul. You told me years ago, when I asked you to help with my situation, that the only way you would ever help me was if I became your bitch and let you rule C Block through me. I would not do that for myself but I will do it for Paul. I will suck you and let you fuck me. I Will let you control C Block, just please help him” he pleaded with tears in his eyes. This was the price he would have to pay but Paul was worth it Tony made a disgusted noise in his throat and said “Stop being such a dram queen Carl, Get the fuck up. I said those things because at the time I couldn’t help and I didn’t want you to know that. I knew you would never go for it. Pau was the best pretty girl I ever had and many times I have wished I never let him go but if he found love that true then I’m glad I sent him your way” “You have mellowed Tony” Paul said “You were never that sentimental before” “I’m dying, Paul and that gives me a new perspective on life. I’d like to do some good before I pass away and I’ve only got a couple years to do it” he replied “No one knows that but me and my Doctor so don’t go spreading it around. I’m going to look fine till close to the end so no one will know till I'm almost gone abd that's how I want it” “I can have you paroled and out of here in six months with no problem at all but you will be on probation and even a made up charge from your Ex could easily land you right back in prison. There is another option though, it will just take longer, I was going to use it for my self ut what is the point now?” Tony said He told them what he could do and why it would take so long. It was a better option but it meant Mike’s 18th birthday would pass add Marc would almost be 18 before Paul could get out “As for your petition to be able to get married, consider it approved. The Warden still owes me many favors." He said like a benevolent grand father bestowing gifts "Some advice for you Carl. Change your will and leave everything to Paul and the his boys if something happens to him. Your family has tried to have you killed three times since you have been here. They tried to hire some of my boys to do it and I would not allow it. If you get married they may try harder” Tony said “To tell the truth, part of why I am helping you is how your family tried to use my men behind my back. I’m going to make sure they regret it” Tony said, then he waved them out They walked in stunned silence back to C Block “That went better than I expected” Paul said as they stepped into their cell “You have that effect on people, Babe” Carl told him but he was amazed that Tony could be so kind Paul wrote back to Bobby, now that they had a plan A week later he and Carl were married in the prison chapel. Tony walked Paul down the aisle like a proud papa. Carl had met with his lawyers and made the appropriate changes and altered his will as Tony had advised. Paul’s own will left everything to the boys already sp no changes were needed there Strangely, Carl lost his appetite for breaking in new boys and it fell to Paul. The truth was Cark loved watching his pretty, slightly feminine looking husband show his dominant side. Paul’s personality was so at odds with his appearance. They were almost polar opposites The first time a new boy came into Block C after the wedding Carl had asked Paul to be the one to teach him his new reality and Paul had agreed eagerly Two of Carl’s men cornered the boy who was blond, smooth and muscular. he had been the bully boy in his small Midwest town but had gone to far and pot another boy his age in intensive care for a week. Carl's men quickly subdued bully boy and tied his hands together above his head, lashing them to the cell bars, then they pulled his pants off as he thrashed and kicked Paul entered followed by Carl and the two men knelt beside the struggling boy, one on each side and grabbed his legs pulling them up till they were almost touching his chest There was no preamble as Paul simply pulled out his more than ample cock, knelt between the boys legs and started pushing into his virgin neg hole “Fucking faggot!” The boy screamed at him “You are the one getting fucked” One of the men holding his legs laughed. All around the cell, men watched through the bars as Paul took this bully boy’s ass, popping that cherry and showing him what his life would be in Block C Paul was a very good top. Before he had met Martin and after the boy’s mother had died he had cut a wide swath through the gay men in his town, he managed to fuck almost all of them before Martin moved to town and captured his heart He changed his angle and soon he had the boy moaning as he pounded his prostate. The boy’s words wen from growls and curses to whimpers, groans and begging to be fucked harder “I'm poz and I'm about to knock you up Boy! I’m going to give you HIV to welcome you to C Block. If you beg real pretty for my toxic cum I may fuck you again someday” The men holding up his legs let go and the boy didn't fight so they untied his hands. He held his own legs up as Paul continued to pound him “fuck I can’t believe how much I love your cock in me! I don’t care if you are poz! I have to have more! Fuckin breed me man! Shoot that load in me!” he begged "Greedy little slut" Paul said smirking down at the boy he had just turned inti a wanton cumdump He sped up and tossed his head back. With a groan he blasted that ass full of toxic poz seed, infecting the boy for life. Paul fucked him twice more depositing three total virus filled loads before pulling out The entire cell block was impressed and gradually Paul became co-leaders with Carl, not just Carl’s husband With Carl’s support Paul’s naturally dominant personality came to the fore and soon everyone in the block respected and even feared him a little In bed Paul started to top more often as gradually, secretly, Paul became the dominant husband in their relationship. Carl loved surrendering control to this slender, feminine appearing man late at night but they didn’t dare let anyone know. It was still Carl’s muscles that kept people in line Paul tried not to think about it when Mike's 18th birthday came and passed. It was still going to be over a year before Tony’s plan could happen. “I will take back my sons from that monster” Paul though, though the pain of giving up Carl was something he didn’t want to think about ********************* Bobby held the first letter he had received from his Dad in years. Dad had written in the beginning but had eventually given up when Bobby had not written back. Bobby had never seen those letters. Martin had simply torn them up and told the boy his Dad had not written His youngest brother Marc had never really trusted Martin. He had told Bobby that dad wrote him and sent the letters to Marc’s best friend’s house but he would never show Bobby the letters so Bobby thought he was lying. That is what give him the idea to ask dad to write him here at his friend’s house though The letter read: Dear Bobby; Son, despite the circumstances I am so glad to hear from you. I have been writing Marc for years and even hear from Mike now and then. I always asked them to tell you how much I love you. I never stopped loving any of my boys! Not one bit! I always will love you all no matter what! That love is all the help I can offer at the moment and I am so sorry I can’t do more. I do have a plan but it will take well over a year. I just hope you and Mike can endure and keep your minds free of that manipulator. Never believe anything he says! Cling to the fact that it’s all lies! I have a lover here in prison and by the time you are reading this he may be my husband. When I get out I will have the resources to take care of all three of you, thanks to him I will leave it up toi you whether to warn Mike, I think knowing too soon will just worry him and maybe make him lash out in a way that will jeopardize everything, but you know him better than I do Remember! Everything Martin says is a lie! Remember I love you abd I will take you back from him someday! Your loving father Paul Bobby read the letter three times. Far from being disappointed, he had hope now! His Dad did still love him! Someday his Dad would save him from all this! Martin was lying! He didn’t deserve this at all. He would have to play along with Martin and so would Mike but just maybe they could spare Mark He would warn Mike but not till maybe a month before his birthday. Doing it sooner would just make him worry. Yes, a month should be long enough to prepare Mike and help him fight back the only way they could The wedding had taken 9 months to plan and Master… Uncle Martin! Thinking of him as "Master" just made it harder to resist. Uncle Warren had limited their activities to kissing and playing with Bobby’s nipples during their engagement Everyone thought Bobby was a bit slow. His low grades in school, his obsession with health, fitness and supplements, His lowbrow bullying tactics all fed into that image but Bibby was just unmotivated when it came to school and not really a cruel person so he took the easy route when bullying. Anyone who really looked at the supplements he took and his workout routine would see how much thought and effort he put into maintaining his body exactly how he wanted it. He didn’t want huge muscles, he wanted a slimmer perfectly proportionate body. He had worked hard and attained his version of perfection by the time he was 16 and scrupulously maintained it now That was why the stretching and growth of his nipples and especially the coming tattoo on his ass upset him so much. Mast… UNCLE MARTIN had said the tattoo would happen after Bobby tested hiv positive and that may never happen... It was easy to slip one more pill into his daily supplements… Bobby fought back the only way he could… He was on PrEP and he could get Mike on it before Uncle Martin ever touched him Uncle Warren had not questioned when Bobby had kept taking his supplements, He had everything divided into little daily packets that were east to stow anywhere and he had been taking them so long no one noticed anymore Bobby steeled himself and headed home to his brothers and “Loving husband” with at least a little protection physically and mentally. He thought of his dad’s love and promise to save him someday as menial PrEP and smiled that he could thwart Uncle Martin…. No, even the title Uncle gave him to much authority. The man was his husband and he would call him by his name in public… He was glad he could thwart Martin as much as he was, even if it was secretly A couple weeks later Bobby pretended to be sick for a few days and noticed Martin smirking when no one was looking, Bobby was playing this game as well as he could and hopefully Martin didn’t even know he was playing at all ********************* Martin did underestimate Bobby, it was easy to do. He had decided to wait thill he had been fucking Mike long enough for them both to be poz to have them tested. The mews of the double infection would be so sweet. That was only six or seven months away. He knew it generally took about three months for someone to actually test positive after infestation Things were going well. The younger two boys suspected nothing. They were gradually getting used to Bobby and he as a couple and growing more comfortable when they acted affectionate towards each other, Bobby was slowly losing his stiffness and even seemed to return the affection sometimes The first week after the honeymoon Martin had been sitting watching a movie in the living room with the boys, his arm casually draped around Bobby’s shoulder He had Bobby wearing those skin tight shorts he loved seeing his husband/slave in as well as a ceop top shirt that cut off at mid chest. Martin was not really paying attention to what he was doing as he idly played with Bobby’s nipple, pulling and pinching it. Daily pumping sessions were having the desired effect and Bobby’s nipples were very noticeably growing, they were nice, half inch tall nubs now and Martin loved playing with them He noticed a look of disgust on Mike’s face that the nearly 18 year old boy quickly hid when he saw Martin look at him. “I will make him even bigger once I have taken him as my slave” Martin thought and his cock stirred at the thought. That evening Bobby got fucked three times and Martin worked his nipples the entire time ************************* Bobby had a problem. When they were in bed or in the dungeon he could only think of Martin as “Master” because his treacherous body craved the tings Master did to it. Even worse he found himself giving in mentally each time, only to snap out of it once he came down off the pleasure high He was even starting to crave the pain. Master regularly spanked and even used a crop on him, There had not been any flogging... Yet. Master seemed to be working up his pain tolerance slowly “I want my beautiful wife to enjoy it when I hurt him , I wouldn’t want to cause actual damage either. Don’t worry, we will get there eventually” Master had told him the first time he had used the crop on him Each swat stung then faded as Master expertly applied the flexible riding crop to his ass and back. He was not bound but rather held a metal bar suspended above his head “Do not let go of that bar or things will get much worse for you. Remember you make ne and I’m only doing it because, deep inside, you want me to hurt you because you know you deserve it ” Master had told him and grinned as the words made Bobby’s cock spring to attention. Bobby was in a constant war. Logic, truth and his dad’s distant love and far off promise warred with lust, physical pleasure and Master’s mind fucking, twisted, evil, insidious words that manipulated him at evet opportunity. Bobby lost every single time and the conditioning sank farther in Only after his lust was sated did sanity return. He hated Master even as he craved what the man did to him. Even worse, he was starting to hate himself for giving in every time and he knew that self recrimination was just another tool he was powerless to stop Master from building into him ****************************** Mike sat staring at his brother open mouthed “You are making all this shit up! No way Uncle Martin is that evil! He’s never laid a finger on me or Marc!” he told Bobby who sat, for once dressed in normal clothes, not those tight, colorful, skimpy things he had started wearing since he had started dating Uncle Martin. Even in a normal shirt Mike could see the mounds where his brothers nipples bulging the fabric “These may convince you” Bobby said and handed him three letters “They are from Dad, I have been writing him since just before the wedding” Mike read all three. They were pretty much the same “I love you, I’m working on getting out to save all three of you, you have to play along to protect Marc’s health. I’m sorry I can’t do more now” “Fuck… it’s really true?” Mike asked Bobby nodded. “Master… I mean Martin will tell you all about it on your 18th birthday, like he did me. You won’t get the grace period I got though. There is no wedding to plan. He will probably force you into sexual slavery that day” “I won’t do it! I will run away first!” Mike said “I’m not stupid and weak like you!” Bobby didn’t even flinch, He expected this. Mike had always thought he was stupid. He had just never actually said so before “Sure, go ahead and do that. I’m sure you will love living on the streets with no money, Do you notice Martin never lets us have cash? He makes us use those debit cards and you know he freaks if we take even a $20.00 cash advance. Do you know how fast he can cut that debit card off? How long do you think it will take Marc to start getting sick or even die without his inhaler and meds?” Bobby laid out the facts brutally, he had no patience for bluster and bravado “If you can think of a way out of this that won’t make us homeless and maybe kill Marc, let me know/ I’ll wait while you use your oh so smart brain to solve a problem I have been working on for almost a year. Not even dad can come up with an immediate solution” Bobby said. He sat back and assumed a relaxed position with an exaggeratedly bored look on his face “I’m waiting of brilliant one” He mocked after a few minutes Finally Mike sighed “I can’t come up with a damned thing. I’m sorry I called you stupid and weak” he said “Oh I’m weak alright” Bobby said “I only hope you can keep your mind free better than I do. I may need you to drag me out of this someday” The self loathing in Bobby’s voice made him cringe. A year ago Bobby had been so self confident. Such a strong, outgoing man. His big brother had been his hero growing up. Yes, maybe he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch and yes he was a bully but never to his brothers. Mike had tried to measure up to his Big Brother but always felt he fell short. Uncle Martin had turned his hero into this self loathing shell in a single year, Mike knew Bobby was still a hero. He had shielded his brothers from all of it as long as he could. He had never once given a hint of what Uncle Martin was doing to him till he had to. “Listen to me, Big Brother. You are my hero and I love you so much. I know I have to go along with it. I don’t have a choice, but you protected me as long as you could and you are still protecting Marc. You are not weak. You are a hero and I will always think so” Mike said, He had to help rebuild the Big Brother he knew and adored Mike sat next to Bobby and held his Hero, Bobby broke down and sobbed into his Little Brother’s chest “Shhhh Big Brother, we will get through this together. We will hold out till dad rescues us. You have me to support you now and I will need your support too I think” Mike said He didn’t have any illusions, He may be a bit smarter than Bobby but Bobby’s defenses, limited though they were, had been brilliant. He was doing everything he could to limit the damage. Mike knew that he would probably be no less susceptible to Uncle Martin’s manipulations, both physical and mental When Bobby got control of himself he said “Here is what we are going to do. For starters, you are going to start working out and taking supplements…” ********************** Martin was thrilled when Bobby got Mike to start working out, His second slave-to-be was just a bit flabby. He assumed Bobby did it out of devotion to him and he was sure he had almost totally conquered his wife. He rewarded Bobby with a brutal fuck and make out session Mike’s body was really starting to improve by his 18th birthday. He and Bobby took the boy out for a lunch on that special day and Martin enjoyed the look of shock on Mike’s face as Martin shattered every illusion he had about what his life was going to be. The thing that truly got Martin excited was the look of helpless shame on Bobby’s face though ******************** Martin didn’t know how badly he was underestimating both boys. With Mike’s support and love Bobby’s psyche had improved as much as Mike’s body had He still gave in every time Master pushed him but he was beginning to see that it wasn’t his fault. He was learning to let go of the guilt and the control as soon as his body would let him, It was still a war but with Mike’s help he was at least loosing at a slower rate, For now that was the best he could hope for The looks on his and Mike’s faces had been practiced in a mirror many times till they were perfected Master had two opponents now and they were getting better at the game every day ********************************************************************************************************* Next Chapter: Mike's downfall Let me know what you think Scanbu

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Bobby was almost sick to his stomach on his wedding day. Practically the entire town smirked condescending at him now as he went about town in skin tight shorts and crop tops, mostly light green orr some other bright color, He thanked god every day that pink clashed do horribly that not even a sadist would make him wear the color Uncle Martin picked his wardrobe and made up errands for him to do, every day His outfit today was a white tuxedo top with yellow lapels, lace trim and matching shorts that ended just above his knees. He wore white sneakers with laces and yellow socks that matched the lapels, The results were that a man who prided himself on his masculine good looks looked almost feminine as he walked down the aisle Uncle Martin said he would eventually love being embarrassed in public because eventually what his future husband/owners wanted would become his only concern Bobby constantly heard things like “I’m only giving you what you secretly want” or “You will come to see you deserve the things I do to you, you bring it on yourself with how you behave, this is all your fault” and the worst was when he would take Bobby’s hand, press it tp the huge bulge in his pants and say “Admit it, you want my cock in you, You dream of the day that I will slide it into you and breed you with my HIV for the first time” Bobby was still young and Uncle Martin had been his authority figure so long. Sometimes he almost believed he deserved what was going to happen to him. Uncle Martin had been such a good parent to him. his brothers. Other times Bobby remembered that he was straight and that he was being forced into this to save his brother. He hated kissing Uncle Martin in public. He hated that it was starting to feel good when Uncle Martin made him lean back against him and worked his nipples for hours on end. He hated that his nipples were getting slightly bigger and that after they were married Uncle Martin intended to make them grow even bigger somehow. What he hated the most though was that they had an appointment with a local tattoo artist who had smirkingly agreed to tattoo the words “Martin’s wife” in 2 inch high letters onto his ass Many of the people attending the wedding had been bullied or harassed by him at some time in the past, especially if he thought they were gay or too feminine He blushed as he heard snide comments like “Such a pretty girl” and “look at the blushing bride” from every queer he had ever bullied. This was revenge they never imagined they would get on him As he continued down the aisle he carried a bouquet of flowers in his hands the exact shade of yellow as his lapels and socks. He also had a veil hanging over his face from a matching garland of yellow flowers around his head. The outfit has cost a fortune to have custom made to be as embarrassing as possible, just to put Bobby in the right frame of mind as he gave in to Uncle Martin's sadistic desire to publicly humiliate him in front of those he had victimized He seemed to hear Uncle Martin’s insidious voice buzzing in his ear saying “You secretly want this, you deserve this, your are just getting back what you gave out. you made fun of those people because you secretly wanted to be like them” looped over and over filling his mind with confusion and doubt Uncle Martin waited in the front of the church and Bobby had to admit he was a handsome man. He had been six years younger that his dad when they had married and now was a very solid looking 33 years old, He had short dark brown hair and matching, neatly trimmed facial hair that framed his sensual red lips and beautiful silver green eyes. He was taller than Bobby by four inches at six foot three and out weighed him by 30 pounds of solid muscle. He body hair had just the faintest hint of auburn and was just right. Not too dense or thin. "No wonder Dad married him. I'm straight and I think he is the most handsome man I have ever seen" Bobby though as he joined his soon to be husband before the minister The ceremony went quickly as ““You secretly want this, you deserve this, your are just getting back what you gave out, you made fun of those people because you secretly wanted to be like them”” continued to loop over and over in his mind No one stood and objected to the marriage when asked and Bobby had no choice but to say “I do” at the appropriate times. The minister referred to him as “her” and “the bride” and their vows gave all the rights and privileges to Uncle Martin and all the duties and responsibilities to Bobby ****** When they finally got to the “You may kiss the bride” part Martin reached up to lift the veil. His fingers finding the hidden tiny speakers in the garland above Bobby's ears and crushed them, finally cutting off the loop of mind twisting manipulation and he kissed his new boi bride as the congratulations came from those in attendance. The fact that many sounded more like jeers than heart felt well wishes didn’t bother him at all As they continued he leaned forward and whispered in Bobby’s ear “You are mine now, you deserve everything I’m going to do to you and I will teach you to love it all. Did you ever stop to think when you were harassing all those guys that I am gay? I was married to your father who is not only gay but very feminine. Your two brothers are just like you and I’m going to teach you all respect and obedience. Yes, you absolutely deserve everything I’m going to do to all three of you” ******* Bobby paled, Uncle Martin, his new husband, was right. The two most important men in his life were gay and he had shown others like them no compassion at all. He remembered writing his father and begging him for help but did he even deserve that help? ******* Martin smiled as he saw his barb land. He didn’t give a fuck how Bobby and his brothers treated other gays. It was just another weapon in his game of manipulation, domination and control. A very useful weapon he would use to make them all submit and be his as they were meant to be ******* Bobby and Martin stayed at the reception just long enough not to be rude and then slipped out. They would spend their honeymoon at home in the custom dungeon Martin had spent years preparing and Bobby’s real training would begin there They stepped into the dungeon and the door shut with almost no click at all. The room was sound proof and they probably would need that sooner or later “Strip but be careful, hang up that outfit. I may want to make you wear it again someday Martin ordered “Uncle Martin I don’t…” was all Bobby got out before Uncle Martin slapped him across the face “First of all, in this room I an always to be addressed as Master or Sir. Second, when I give my wife/slave an order you will obey without question. This is not a democracy, You don’t get a say here. Now strip!” As he stripped Master said “I don’t want to hit you Bobby but you make me when you don’t follow orders. It’s your fault I have to punish you” in that silky, reasonable, insidious voice. Bobby nodded because it was starting to sink in and make a twisted kind of sense. He had questioned his Master. He deserved to be punished... No, no! This was wrong! Twisted and demeaning. He was a man! He was straight! He was only doing this to save his brother! He didn't want this... Did he? Master changed from his tuxedo to a pair of leather chaps tucked into the top of boots, leather gloves, a harness and a leather cap Bobby blanched when he saw the size of Master’s cock,\. He was more than adequately hung himself but Master was an inch longer and two inches bigger around, slightly bigger than a beer can in circumference and just shy of 11 inches long it bugged with ropey veins and was uncut and the head was pierced with a ring of acid green that had little black biohazard symbols running around it if you looked close enough. His balls, if anything, were large in proportion to his cock. They looked like they could produce cum by the cup, Nasty virus filled cum There was a table with a single chair next to the door. The chair had a black latex cock about the length and width of Master’s cock attached to the seat and there was a stack of papers on the table ******* Martin poured lube onto the latex dildo and rubbed it up and down spreading it, He knew Bobby didn't noticed a couple metal pieces that were smoothly part if the head of the toy He turned on a video camera and said “Sit on the chair and read those popes out loud". He wanted to capture the look on Bobby's face as he popped his own cherry on this toy Up until that point in his life Bobby had been a total anal virgin but when he hesitated Martin raised a hand as if to hit him and he squatted over the char, he knew better than to disobey again ******* Master was patient with Bobby as he gingerly worked the head of the toy into his ass grimacing in pain as it popped in. He slowly worked most of the length but when there was only about four inches left Master's leather booted foot swept his feet out from under him making him see stars as gravity completed the job After several minutes of swear words and deep breaths Bobby finally picked up the papers and started reading into the camera: “My name is Bobby, I am a consenting adult of legal aged and I attest to the following: My new husband who I willingly married today and will hence forth be called Master in this document has he wright to physically discipline me in any way he choses, at any time, for any reason or no reason at all “ Bobby read Master flipped a switch on the back of the chair and the toy started vibrating in Bobby’s ass. Then he jumped a little as h felt a tiny electric shock inside of him. Master put a firm hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down and said “keep reading" “ “Master has the right to control my life and my body, he may alter my cosmetic appearance with tattoos, piercings and suction devices. He may also alter my HIV status which at this time is negative. I fully understand that he is HIV positive and will not use a condom or pull out of me when he cums, I understand he will infect me with HIV and I accept it and consent to it” Bobby went on still winching at the occasional shocks The rest of the document was a list of various kinks that he was consenting to Bobby really hoped that they never did some of them. Master’s cock was scary enough, his fist would be even worse and Bobby had said he was willing to take both fists. He didn’t even think that was possible Sounding did not sound fun either. Spanking would probably happen but he had consented to floggings. Master had to be trying to scare him. This had to be a joke. He finished reading the document and Master shut off the camera “Master all that talking made me thirsty. May I get a drink of water?” Bobby asked Master smiled at him but didn’t answer. He took the papers and stacked them, putting them and the camera on a shelf a few feet away When he came back he stood next to Bobby, grabbed a handful of ginger hair and yanked his head back, turning his face towards that half hard cock Bobby’s mouth opened is surprise and Master put the head of his cock into his mouth then said “I’ll give you a drink and you better swallow every drop” Then he started to piss It was either drink or drown at that point. Bobby gulped down the terrine tasting piss managing to get it all “Good boy, I’m impressed” Master said letting go of his hair Bobby screwed up his face and Master laughed at him “Get used to it. You will be doing that at least once a day. When I have your brothers here too I doubt I will ever piss in a toilet again” Bobby’s face went flat at that though but he didn’t say anything and Master smiled “By the time they are old enough, you will be so dedicated to me that you will help me enslave them” he said confidently “Come with me” Master said and Bobby gingerly pulled himself off the dildo in his ass but not before he got one more tiny shock from it. He followed Master tp a device that looked like a strange, tilted table There were holes in strategic places and restraints on the sides Master tilted the table vertically and had Bobby stand with his back to it, his arms to the sides. His wrists were cuffed down and then straps were fed through to holes to secure his lower arms, his elbows and his upper arms. A strap went around his torso above his hips Master tilted the table flat and bent his legs up, spread wide and used straps just below his knees abd around his ankles to lock him into total immobility, bent in half, except for his head, His neg hole was totally exposed and vulnerable “My wife has such a pretty boi pussy, I’m going to enjoy getting you pregnant with my virus” Master said to his utterly helpless slave Bobby’s head was tilted back and a strap w Master tilted him back as as it stuck out beyond the edge of the table and a strap around his forehead held him in that position He heard what sounded like an electric motor start up accompanied by a hissing noise then Master pinch his nipples till they were erect. Then he felt a plastic tube surround each one and the motor’s hum increased as the suction started and got harder till he felt his nipples start to stretch down the tubes Master played with them for a while making sure they were secure then again tilted the table flat and stood in front of Bobby above his head “Open your mouth” He ordered and when Bobby obeyed he pushed his cock in and straight down his throat in one thrust. Bobby was suddenly choking with his nose buried in Master’s furry pubes Master casually fucked his throat for about 30 seconds before pulling out and letting him breathe. He did so slowly and Bobby was convinced it was so those massive balls didn't give him two black eyes. He repeated this process over and over till Bobby’s throat was starting to get raw His new husband walked to the other end of the table, putting it at an angle and stepping close “It’s time to consummate our marriage and get you pregnant with my HIV baby, There is nothing you can do about it now. I’m going to infect you” The toy had loosened him up and Bobby felt the head of that huge poz cock ease into his neg hole followed by a couple inches. He expected a brutal lunge but it didn’t come. Instead Master eased in slowly till he was all the way inside hos pubes tickling Bobby's cheeks. Master undid the strap on his forehead and kissed him almost tenderly as he started slowly sliding in and out, making Bobby shudder as his prostate was continually rubbed by that huge shaft Bobby was rock hard now the stimulation of his nipples and hole was too much for him and he became an almost mindless creature living in a world of pleasure and pain. His husband was making love to him and all he could do was enjoy the physical manipulation of his pleasure points ******* Martin looked down on his new wife as his cock slid in and out of his ass and and his cock swung, dripping pre onto his stomach. He had been waiting for this moment for years, The moment when he would poz the first of Paul’s sons and truly claim his first slave. Martin had always used his looks and dominant personality to get exactly what he wanted from people. Paul's refusal to go along with that domination had earned him his current place in prison and the loss of his sons. He had planned on enslaving all four from the beginning. He would have Paul till the boys got old enough at 18, then he would have them all. He had assumed that he could overcome Paul's objections because the ma seemed so soft and feminine and his failure to do so had wounded his pride, causing him to plot and enact his revenge. Martin felt no guilt at all. He was firmly convinced that the world owed him exactly what he wanted at all times and if you got in his way he would hurt you He slid in and out faster and his balls started to tighten “Here comes my poz babies to infect your blood and mark you as my property! You are mine! Your pathetic father never deserved you! I put him in prison to take you from him!” he panted his voice raw and ragged, this [art of his vengeance almost complete, as he got ready to poz his straight boi wife. He rammed in hard as he could and blasted that helpless neg ass with his charged, toxic, poz seed, then he grinned evilly as he felt his wife’s boi pussy spasming and knew he was cumming without touching himself as his life was changed forever by the virus that was invading his bloodstream. Martin knew he was winning the battle for Bobby's devotion, for his very soul. The fact that that devotion wousl be built on half truths and even outright lies just made it more delicious to Martin. He would trap Bobby and his brothers in a web of pain and pleasure, lies an half truths. Warping their minds till all they thought about was serving him After Martin caught his breath he pulled the suction cups off Bobby’s nipples, unstrapped him and carried him in his arms to the large canopied bed on a dais at one end of the room/ It was time to show some tenderness while Bobby's mind was still overwhelmed. Time for the other side of his manipulation game They kissed as Martin fucked him on his back once giving him a load that way, and then from behind reaching around to pinch those sore, sensitive nipples which made Bobby cum instantly, the spasming of his hole sent Martin over the edge, making him shoot his third poz load into that now willing hole ******* Bobby was loosing the battle to the animalistic pleasure his husband, his Master, could bring his body. He had to protect his brothers but that pleasure was slowly addicting him. He how far he would go to get his pleasure fix if he didn’t find a way to keep part of his mind free. The problem was the mind games were starting to work, He almost felt he deserved all this and how do you fight that? The rest of their honeymoon was spent in pretty much the same way. When they were not eating or sleeping Bobby was fucked, pumped, bred and mentally taken further down Master’s twisted rabbit hole When they finally emerged back into the real world Bonny felt like he needed a vacation As soon as he could get away he swung by his friend’s house and found a letter from his dad waiting for him. He had responded! His Dad still loved him! He understood better than ever that in Master's mind this was a game of sontrol and his competition was behind bars. Master thought he held all the cards. Bobby opened the letter excitedly and read… ********************************************************************************************************* Next Chapter: A hope, a prayer and a plan Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Fuck dude. You are hot as hell. You'll be pregnant before you know it.

"Yes please, Sir." I answered into his shoulder. "You want another toxic load, boy?" He pushed. "Yes, Sir. I want another toxic load." I felt hands push my shoulders up, where my body came back to me. I started riding slowly, enjoying the wetness around my gifter's shaft. Grunts and moans from the man beneath me, as I got more energetic with my efforts. I picked up the small brown bottle again, but before I could uncap it I was flipped over in one, smooth motion. I had let out a small yelp, not expecting the manhandling I had been the vitctim of and was answered with a silent smile. His bearded mouth spat forcefully into my face, covering me. My eyes flickered shut, before I opened my mouth wide. Another string of saliva was dropped onto my tongue and I was told to hold it there. I kept my tongue extended, as I revelled in the sensation of my gifter's spit roll down to the back of my throat. "Swallow," he told me. I did, my dick pulsing in unison. "Come and suck my dick," he said to me, pulling his dick out of me and stepping back. I followed his body, rolling my self off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. I lifted my hand to his balls to hold him still while I worked, being rewarded with the smell of his sweat. Before I put my mouth over his fat dick, I moved my nose to the space between his balls and his thigh, inhaling as if I were sniffing on the popper bottle. He smelled amazing, perfect even. This was the smell of a man who had worked all day and hadn't showered since the night before. My dick pulsed again, straining against my jockstrap pouch. I sniffed again and again, before I was told to stop. "I said suck my dick, not smell my balls, boy." He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, looking me in the eye. "Good to know you love my man smells, though. You can enjoy yourself later. Now, suck my dick!" He had issued an order and guided my face to the tip of his shining dick, allowing no deviance from his instructions. I covered my teeth with my lips and opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking his cock as deep as I could. I relaxed around him, my hands on his firm, round buttocks as I tasted myself and the stranger's cum. We moaned in pleasure together, revelling in filth. "Such a pig," he said. "You fucking love it, don't you?" "Mmhm," I murmured back to him. "You're a nasty little bug hole, can't get enough, can you? Bug pig!" He claimed, pulling my head backwards by my hair again. He spat in my face again. My dick pulsed. "Get back on the bed. On your back." As I stood, his hands grabbed my face and pulled me to his own. I was kissed, deeply and passionately. I kissed back with the same fervour, enjoying the intimacy and wrapping my arms around his defined torso. "On the bed!" He almost yelled at me, breaking the kiss and pushing me backwards. I almost fell on the bed, lifting myself up and little and grabbing the back of my knees to expose my hole for him. "Good boy," he said. The gifter dropped down to one knee and buried his face between my cheeks and started lapping at my loose hole. "Oh fuck, Sir. Ugh, you make me feel so good." I whined. My hands fell to the back of his head without me realising what I'd done. He continued to work his tongue on and in my hole for a couple of minutes, before opening his mouth wide and sucking hard on my hole. I felt my ring pulse outwards and into his opened mouth. I also felt something escape my hole without my permission. He broke contact, ignoring my hands and standing up. He leaned over me and initiated another kiss, this time he released cum into my mouth, kissing me sloppily. While we were sharing cum from my hole, I could feel him lining his dick up to my hole and pushing in. I moaned into his mouth, my arms around his neck as he began moving his hips back and forth. He broke the kiss, two strings keeping us connected as he leaned back to gain more leverage for his thrusts. "You're a dirty pigboy. Tell me you want my load," he said. "I want your load, Sir. I want your bugged up cock." I told him. "Fuck yeah you do. Only bug chasers come back a second time. Tell me you're a bug chaser. I want to hear you say it." I admitted it out loud. "I'm a bug chaser. I'm chasing your STDs, Sir. I want HIV. Infect me, convert me." "Fuck. Fuck, boy." He stretched out each word, just as he was stretching out my hole. "I'm gonna get you, you nasty little bitch. I'm gonna poz you up." As we got verbal with each other, he slipped two fingers alongside his dick, eliciting a deeper moan from me. He pulled out within seconds, lifting his cum laden fingers to my mouth. "Taste them, boy. Enjoy toxic cum." I obliged, opening wide and sucking his fingers dry before swallowing what he had fed me. "Please poz me, Sir. I need it. I can't think of anything else. I want your toxic load, Sir. Knock me up. Please?" I begged him as he fucked me. "Huff some poppers, boy. I want you loose. You feel so good right now. Looser than last time, you're amazing. Your cunt's so talented, boy. Loosen up like I'm fisting you." He said. I unscrewed the lid from the bottle I was still holding and started to inhale. "One. Hold," he commanded, taking control. "Release. Two. Deeper. Hold. Two, three, four, five. Release. Deeper this time, three. Hold, two, three, four, five, six, seven, keep going boy, nine, ten, release! Good boy! Good boy," he praised me, as I panted in fresh air. "Relax that cunt, you're getting bred." I had been concentrating on my hole the entire time he was directing my poppers use, but now I dropped my head back onto the bed, let my calves fall onto his shoulders and left my hands gently on his neck. I let my hole relax completely, enjoying the noise we were making together. I moaned in ecstasy, enjoying the man giving me everything he had. His muscles were tense, working hard and his skin was dripping sweat onto me. I moved my hands over him, feeling his slicked down body hair and encouraging his efforts. I decided to encourage him verbally, too. "Fuck me, Sir. Breed me. Tell me when you're coming. Don't pull out. I want that poz load, Sir. I want it balls deep. Give me that toxic cum. Convert me. Make me yours. Make me your boy. Infect me. Give me that HIV, Sir. Give it to me. I need it. Give it to me, Sir! Knock me up" I begged him, over and over. I said everything I could imagine to egg him on. He didn't take much longer, once I'd started the poz verbal. I almost matched up to the porn in the background. "Ugh, unh. Huhh, fuck boy. You're making me cum. You're gonna get it. Take my toxic load, boy. Get pozzed you pig chaser," he grunted as his thrusting faltered, stopped and then continued slowly. "I'm gonna convert you, boy. You're my chaser," he said as he collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms and legs around his sweaty body, reaching a hand up to stroke the back of his head. "I'm your chaser, Sir. My cunt is yours," I promised. "I don't want you taking any other loads, until we know you're poz. Are you okay with that?" He asked me. "Yes Sir, I'm okay with that." I answered. "Will you be arranging another surprise for me?" "No. That was a one off. He wanted to join in, have his chance. He took a while to poz me, so I doubt he's gonna get you from that one fuck. You didn't bleed from the double fuck we gave you. You're all mine." I could hear the grin in his voice as he said the last sentence. We lay for a few minutes, his weight on top of me as we came down from our high. His dick started to soften and slowly drew back from my hole, before he pulled back and stood up. "Clean my dick, pig," he said. I immediately rolled from my position and onto my knees, to dutifully clean my top, in thanks for his load inside me. "Did you bring lube?" He asked. I stopped my service and looked up at him. "I left it in the car, Sir! I need to go get it!" I half shouted. "Too late for that, boy. On the bed, on your knees. I'm gonna work those loads in again. Relax," he issued his instructions one by one. As I followed them, I heard him spitting on his hands.

Over the next two days, all I could think about was the man I'd hooked up with. Flashes of his face in front of mine, his body over me and the taste of my blood on his cock returned to me whilst I was at work. He was all I could think about. I spent my evenings riding dick and searching for poz cock. I was turning down tops because they were neg. I craved more. As I was leaving work on Monday night, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it as I said goodbye to everyone, left the building and got into my car. I pulled my phone out, before I turned the engine on. I saw a message from the top I'd met, who I'd saved in my phone as "GG," for Gift Giver. The message read 'hard day im horny you free for more poz??' Electricity ran through my body, making my dick hard and my brain useless. I replied to him. 'Yes, sir. I've only just got off work, I need to head home and clean up before I can get to you. It will take me half an hour to get to you, once I'm done. Is that okay?' I set off driving faster than I usually would, feeling desperation to meet the man who had started changing me. I didn't live far from work, my office only being fifteen minutes away. I didn't check the time when I'd got home and almost snapped my key in the lock, trying to speed up every action on my way. I knew I'd got home in record time, almost running a red light. I had to get to him, I needed his dick. I needed another load. I got a message after I'd cleaned out and got in the shower. Before I dried myself I tried to read it, but the water on my hands made my phone unresponsive. I dried off, telling myself to take my time. After what had felt like a lifetime, I got my hands back on my phone to read the message he'd sent back to me: 'take your time boy ill wait. Let me know when your setting off'. My body felt the same electricity as before. I'd worked my hole the last two nights thinking of this god of a man, hoping it wasn't a one off. My dick sprung up as I dressed myself, making me realise I wouldn't need that much. I pulled a jockstrap on, with jeans over the top and a simple t-shirt to cover my top half. Plenty. I picked up my keys before sending a message to my gift giver, 'Setting off in 2 minutes. Any instructions?' I didn't have to wait long before I got a reply, 'bring poppers and lube if you want it.' Before I left, I grabbed an unopened bottle of poppers and some silicon lube. Gun Oil was a great option for fisting, hoping I'd be able to feel his wrists again. I'd also used some scissors to take the plastic seal off of the fresh poppers. I was determined to enjoy myself. I ran down to my car, started the engine and set off to the nameless top's apartment. My dick got hard multiple times during my journey. I kept thinking of our last encounter, trying not to use my off hand to rub my dick. Once I'd arrived, I pulled my phone out and sent a new message, 'Here, sir. Same as last time?' I took my time getting out of my car letting my jeans slip down, exposing the top band of my jock hoping someone might see. I felt like a slut, but enjoying it. ~bzzt~ I grabbed my phone before the vibration had stopped, 'leave the door open'. I read it three times, figuring that I was to strip at the door and head into the bedroom, but leave the door as I found it. My mind raced. Had he invited another top? My dick got hard again, but I ignored it, trapped in my jock's pouch. Now wasn't the time. I moved towards the front door, locked my car and pocketed my keys. The door was still unmanned and the door to my left was ajar, same as last time. I pushed the door open, but only half closed it, as instructed. Taking off my clothes, I left my jockstrap on as I grabbed my poppers and walked down the hallway and into the bedroom illuminated by porn. The same compilation was playing on the TV behind me, I heard familiar videos. My new favourite person was in the same position as I'd met him in; sat on the wide, padded chair next to his bed, legs spread and cock erect, working it slowly. "I told you to strip last time. Jockstrap wasn't part of it," he said sternly. I paused before hooking my thumbs over the waistband and starting to pull it down. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't think," I blabbered at him. "Keep it!" He shouted, before I had pulled it down too far. "Put it back on. I like it. Just let me know, next time. I didn't tell you to wear anything. You're lucky I like it," he warned. I blushed and moved forward again. Lifting my hand, I showed him the fresh poppers I'd brought with me, as he'd asked. I hoped he'd be placated by my following of one of his demands. "Huff them. Suck me." Shaking the bottle, I opened it and sniffed at the bottle's rim as hard as I could. Once I'd taken three hits, I dropped to my knees and started working my mouth down the thickest cock I'd known. I struggled to begin with, forgetting just how wide this man's dick was. I opened my jaw as wide as I could, letting my spit dribble past my lips and onto his shaft. Moving my head down and wrapping my lips around my teeth, I sucked his beer can cock for all I was worth. "That's enough lube," I heard. I pulled my self up and off his member, as I looked up at him through watery eyes. "You look so good like that, boy. Choking on my dick. I'm gonna fuck you," he said to me. I could barely respond. Instead, I nodded at him and grabbed the poppers to make it easier for myself. Two more hits as I stood and pivoted to the bed. "On my back, or on my front, Sir?" I asked, hesitating before I climbed up. "Neither. You're gonna ride me," he said. The top grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back, sliding past my chest. He paused for a second to lift my chin and kiss me, before using his elbows to move backwards onto the bed and using a finger to beckon me to him. I followed his finger over his thighs, his hard, shiny dick and meeting him face to face for another passionate kiss. "Part of me didn't expect you to reply. I didn't know if you'd chicken out for a second round. I was worried you'd gone for PEP." I shook my head, "no, Sir. I've been horny since I left on Saturday." I spat on my hand and rubbed the saliva over my hole, before I lifted his impressive cock upwards to line up with myself. As I felt us both line up, I pushed down onto him. "Ohh," I moaned, as he stretched me open. "You're so thick, Sir. Thank you." Pushing down more, I felt my ass cheeks reach his pelvis. He was balls deep inside me already. I was glad that I'd spent our time apart on toys. "You're a good little cunt," he said to me, looking me in the eye. "Tell me you've come back for another toxic load, boy. Tell me you're a filthy bug chaser. Are you on prep?" "No, Sir. No prep for my hole. I want more toxic cum, I've come to get your dirty load, Sir. I'm a filthy bug chaser," I replied. My dick was straining in my jockstrap, leaking precum into the fabric. "Mmm, fuck yeah. Dirty little bitch. Fuck yeah," he muttered. His arms moved under my legs, half supporting me as I rode him. "Loose cunt's my favourite. Love when a boy can take my dick like you. Fuck yes, boy!" He went on and on, making my dick hard. "Tell me you're infecting me, Sir," I begged. I wanted to hear him say it again. "Toxic precum in my hole?" I asked. "That's right, bug hole. I'm pumping toxic precum inside you. I'm not gonna pull out. And I've got a surprise for you, boy. Tell me you want a surprise tonight." My legs worked up and down, pumping his dick with my hole as I spoke. "I want you inside me, Sir. Don't pull out, give me that surprise, Sir. I'll take it." I lifted my hands off the bed and onto his muscly chest, starting to move my thumbs over his nipples. "Good boy. Just keep riding. Play with my tits. Good boy," he said and we lapsed into nothing but moans and kisses for the next few minutes. The door closed behind me. I was still riding and I leaned up and stopped moving. I looked down at the man beneath me, not knowing what to do. "Keep going," he said to me. I did as I was told, feeling fear. I knew my hole had tightened up in the moment of panic and I tried to relax. Deciding to obey, I reached for the little brown bottle and huffed twice, before capping it and returning to our previous rhythm. Footsteps behind me told me we weren't alone. "Nice." I heard behind me, keeping my eyes on my gifter's fact. He wasn't looking at me, but instead at the man who entered the room. "Welcome back," my top said with a grin. "Thanks. Glad to see you're sharing my strain." "Fuck yeah, I told you I wanted to gift. He's my first. Help me," the man beneath me said, with a sinister grin. He looked back at me and said, "This is your surprise. I invited my gifter to give you a dose, boy. Enjoy us both. Now don't move." I did as I was told, I steadied myself, as far down my top's dick I could get. Starting with a deep breath, I inhaled the poppers again. I continued as I listened to the man behind me undressing and spitting on his dick. On the fifth huff, I felt another dick pressing against my hole. I did my best to relax and let him in, holding myself in position at the same time. "Ahh!" I cried, feeling a second man push inside me. "Fuck!" "Like that boy? Two poz dicks?" The man behind asked. "I pozzed the bloke under you. He's got a fat cock. Knew he'd make a good gifter. Glad I got him. Glad he invited me to fuck the fist cunt he found. Nice cunt," he said into my ear before he started fucking me hard. I was reduced to a moaning lump. I could barely move, collapsed on my dom's chest. My top whispered in my ear, as he slowly and gently moved his hips. "Just relax boy, take another hit of poppers." He fed me poppers whilst I was pinned between his and his gifter's chests. "Enjoy this, boy. What could be better than poz cock?" He asked, with a smug tone. "Two poz cocks," he answered himself with a chuckle. I nodded whilst I moaned in pleasure, unable to do anything else. I huffed poppers and obeyed. I enjoyed the sensation of two bare dicks inside me at the same time, stretching me out. I'd felt similar from a fist, but nothing quite captured the same sensation. Both men moved at different speeds and force, making it completely different from taking a fist or big toy. I never wanted it to end. "I'm getting close," I heard from the man behind me. "I'm gonna cum. Tell me you want it, cunt!" Assuming it was supposed to be me, I mustered up the words. "I want your cum. Breed me!" He forced his dick as deep as he could get it before grunting for a few moments. "Take it. Take it. I'm so fucking poz. Take it." I moaned as he thrust in and spoke as he pulled out, "Thank you. Thank you for that poz load." I kissed the man I was still riding. "You're welcome, slut. I hope you get my strain. From me or him. Good luck, chaser slut," he said before dressing quickly and leaving again. We heard the door open and close again while we were kissing. "Thank you, Sir. That was a great surprise. Was he really your gifter?"I asked. "Yeah. He fucked me poz," he replied with grin. "I fucking loved double fucking you like that. Your cunt felt great. Do you want another load?"

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

THE MOUSE TRAP There are 2 types of mice that get bit by a mouse trap, the mouse that wants the prize so bad they’re willing the risk their lives to get it and those that enjoy the game, the thrill, the risk of the trap itself. Throughout high school I mowed lawns to make money, hard work, but decent money. I started it all on my own, and grew up to just under 20 lawns, which kept me very busy. I got most of my yards going door-to-door and asking and from referrals, I always did a great job and it may have helped that I always mowed with my shirt off to get a tan. One day I was going down a new street doing my door-to-door to get some new lawns, when I came to one door and an older gentlemen answered the door. He was very polite and invited me inside and offered me something cool to drink. We sat at the kitchen table as he brought me a glass of iced tea. I thought it was kind of strange when he said he saw me the other day and was hoping I could service his lawn as well, but I was excited to get a new customer. He was very chatty and handsy, and it was hard to get out of the house, but nevertheless, we scheduled to mow the lawn in a couple of days. A couple of days later, I showed up, and as usual, I was shirtless and sweaty. The entire time I was mowing, he was outside watching and as soon as I finished, he invited me in for some iced tea. This happened every time I mowed and every time it would be very difficult to get out of there because he was so chatty and every time I came, he got more handsy with me. Again, I am young and naïve here. The summer came to an end and the last mowing, it was cooler, and I had a shirt on and as usual he invited me and asked why I had my shirt on, and told me that he was sure a lot of people were upset about that in a joking manner. You could easily tell he was not happy that this was the last time I would be there for the year, and he made it extremely difficult to leave, he held my hand as I got up, stood in front of the exit, everything short of holding me down. I wasn’t too surprised when he started texting me in the fall to come rake leaves and clean up around the yard, with lawns being done, this was a great source of income. He had me over there about every other week in the fall, when winter came, he asked about helping him move furniture around. I started enjoying talking to him and hanging out and since I didn’t have much to do that time of year, I didn’t mind. New Years Eve he told me he was having friends over and wanted me to come by and help him set up, and when I got there you could tell he was very excited. As soon as I opened the door he answered with an excited voice and grabbed me by the hand and pulled me down a dark hallway into a room, and as I entered, I realized was his bedroom. He told me to sit on the edge of the bed, he had something to show me. He told me how excited he was about his party and had to show someone his outfit for the night. He started undressing right in front of me, I immediately stood up and said “sorry, I can hang out in the hall”. He grabbed me by the hand and said it was ok, he turned to the bedroom door and shut it and turned back to me saying it was ok, he just wanted to change quick. He started undressing “this doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?” I really didn’t know what to say, but I was very nervous, he started to approach me as I stood there at the edge of his bed. Him: You’re shaking. Are you okay? Me: yeah, just…. Him: Relax, its ok Me: Him: (laughs) let me help you (as he reaches down and starts to unbutton my pants” Me: (I stop him) I cant do that Him: It’s ok, relax (he unzips my pants and pull out my cock which was getting hard as he rubbed it) Him: it’s ok, it’s ok Me: I just stood there shaking in my boots Him: (drops to his knees and takes my cock in his mouth) I just stood there in shock as my cock got harder and harder, I stood there in shock looking down as this old man was touching me like this. I was so confused, but it felt so good. Of course, it didn’t take long before I shot my load down his throat, and he swallowed it all. He stood up and smiled at me and told me not to worry, its our secret. I almost ran out of the house so confused as to what had just happened. I went home and didn’t leave my room the rest of the day. I didn’t hear from him again until next spring when he text me: Him: You going to service me again this year? Me: Your lawn? Him: Sure Me: yes, I started up last week, when will your lawn be ready? Him: how soon can you get here? Me: tomorrow? Him: perfect The next day I showed up and mowed his lawn and as usual, he was outside waiting on me and asked me to come inside. I told him I was in a hurry, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I came inside and sat at the kitchen table, he sat right next to me and had his hand on my thigh. He noticed how nervous I was as he moved his hand higher and higher on my leg. Him: I had a lof of fun on new years (his hand goes higher) Me: (sitting there shaking) Him: (moving his hand to my mid-thigh) do you like this? Me: (shaking not able to speak) Him: (Laughs) to excited to talk? Let me check (as he moves his hand to my upper thigh) Him: (rubbing my cock) oh, I think someone likes me He stood up and grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the chair, he smiled at me and pulled me into him and whispered to me” you’re so fucking hard for me, aren’t you?” He pulled me down the hallway and into the bedroom and shut the door behind us. He went and laid down on the bed and: Him: come here Me: (stuttering) I should really go Him: it’s ok. Im not going to tell anyone Me: I don’t know… I don’t know what to do Him: come here for 1 minute and then you can leave I sat down on the edge of the bed and he approached me and started rubbing my leg and kept reaffirming that it was ok. He pulled me down so that I was laying on my back and he crawled on top of me between my legs and worked his way down to unbutton my pants and pulled my cock out and started sucking my cock and working my pants off, and once he had my pants off he stood up at the end of the bed and quickly took off his clothes and laid back down on top of me and lifted my legs up worked his way to my ass hole and started eating me out and to my surprise was amazing. When he finished with my ass he rose up between my legs standing on his knees as I laid there I see him grab some lube and start to lube up his cock, he then laid back down and got between my legs and started kissing me. I felt his cock push against my hole and I freaked out. Me: hold on, stop! I cant do that Him: it’s ok relax, what is wrong? Me: I cant do that! Him: you already have, I already had it in you Me: no. you didn’t! Him: yes, the head was already inside you. We have already had sex, why stop now that it is feeling the best. Me: we just can’t Him: (pushing it back in) you know you want it Me; you’re not even wearing a condom. Him: (pushes a little deeper) its ok, you won’t get pregnant Me: I don’t want to catch anything Him: don’t worry you wont Then he leaned in and kissed me and started pushing it in more and more with mini strokes and before long he was all the way inside of me. It took a while before it felt good, but once I relaxed it felt good, really good actually. Again, I came quick, before he did. When he was about to cum, he told me: Him: I’m about to cum. oh this is going to be a huge load Him: do you want me to cum inside you? Me: (not know what to do) yes He got really tight and pushed in really deep and to my surprise this was the best part, feeling his cock explode inside of me. And he was right, it was a huge load, it felt like a river pouring out of me. That summer we had sex a lot, I got a lot better at it, and as I got better the feeling was better. I absolutely loved the feeling of his huge load shooting inside me, I have never in my life shot out as much cum as he did. After that summer I started college, and decided to go to a small university 45 minutes from home so that I could keep the lawns, so me and him kept this relationship going until my sophomore year when I stopped mowing and wanted to stay at school more. I ended up meeting a girl and kind of moved on from him. I was over 30 years older than me, so I don’t think he was too surprised or had any intentions of us being more than what we were. He never bothered me or anything like that, he was a really good guy. Life went on, I graduated college, my girlfriend became my fiancé, I got a full-time job, we were house hunting, and life just happens. She really wanted a fall wedding, so we decided to get married in early October, but she wanted a summer Bachelorrete party, so we decided to do our parties in June. She went to Vegas for the weekend, I didn’t want anything that big, I just wanted a one-night event, so me and my friends went out Friday night and did normal bachelor party stuff. They really pushed me to go out again Saturday night, but I insisted that I was too hung over and wanted to sleep, but truth is there was something else I wanted to do Saturday night. Saturday I text him completely out of the blue, it had been years since we talked, so I didn’t even know if this was still his number. Me: Hey Him: Wow! Me: lol, how are. You? Him: Good, how are you doing? Me: great! Just thinking about you Him: im ok with that Me: guess what? Him: what? Me: im getting married Him: Awesome, to the same girl? Me: yeah. Me: tonight is my last night of freedom I guess, bachelor party anyways Him: fun! Me: what are you doing tonight? Him: you inviting me to your bachelor party Me: lol, it was last night, no plans tonight Him: Im going to Spy (a gay bar/hotel) for pride event Me: OH! Was going to see what you were doing. Him: come with me Me: I don’t know, that’s pretty public Him: we can stay in the room, I have a room there tonight Me: you sure? Him: yeah Me: what time Him: be there at 9:30 Of course, I showed up and as soon as I opened the door, we were on each other. I had no idea how much I missed him, but he is like 60 now and im 23, what could we be. The sex was amazing, and I enjoyed being around him, but come on! What more could we be. I don’t, know, but I know I missed him and he missed me because we didn’t fuck, we made love. It was very passionate and slow and lots of kissing and I was craving him cumming inside of me. Afterwards he told me that he was going down to the party and wanted me to join him. I of course told him that it was too public, to which he replied that he was going to go home with someone from the bar, it could be you or someone else, so I got dressed and decided to go down with him. I immediately started drinking since I was a nervous wreck, after a few drinks I finally relaxed, but didn’t slow down from drinking. There was a guy at the party that was in leather pants, no shirt and all oiled up and tattooed up dancing on everyone. It wasn’t long before he found me and was all over me, in a very aggressive manner. He kept getting me more and more drinks and I was out on the dancefloor with him for a long time. Finally my friend came and dragged me away, he seemed very jealous, which I liked, but he was actually just giving me a warning. Him: be careful out there Me: what do you mean Him: the guy you’re dancing with is dangerous Me: dangerous? How so? Him: like slip something in your drink and date rape you and you see that tattoo on his stomach, that means he is HIV positive Me: I will be carefuil Him: watch out, he is a predator and he is hunting you now Me: I am a big boy (you could tell I was very drunk) Him: ok, I was just trying to warn you Then the predator came up behind me and grabbed my hand led me out to the dancefloor Predator: why are you talking with that old dude Me: im with him Predator: (laughs) you have to upgrade Me: Upgrade? Predator: Yeah! Not some old dude who cant get it up, you need a man I would lie if I said I wasn’t very turned on right then Predator: instead of that limp old dick, you need an 9” rock hard cock with veins pulsating all around it Me: I do? Predator: I have a room here, want to get out of here Me: I don’t know, I have been warned Predator: by some old dude who is trying to trap you He grabbed me by the hand and started leading me off, but then my friend intervened and said he needed to talk. Him: you’re too drunk, you need to go to the room Me: I’m not drunk (as I stumbled around) Him: if you want me to let you go with him, I will, but know this, you will regret it Just then predator approached us and grabbed us both. Predator: let’s go to your room Me: ok, let’s go Him: I don’t know Me: come on! Please I woke up on the floor the next morning completely dressed and couldn’t remember anything. I stood up in a fog and see my friend and the “Predator” in the bed. I felt like I was hit by a bus, I hadn’t been that hung over in a long time. I looked all over the room for my phone and when I found it I noticed I had a ton of missed calls and texts from my fiancé. I left the room in a hurry and headed home. Months went by and I never heard from my friend and I decided it was time to leave that part of my life behind me, after all I was getting married and it wasn’t fair to keep on living two lives. We were having the wedding at a nice hotel downtown; I had room to myself the night before the wedding and after the rehearsal dinner and drinks I went to the room to work on my vows. It was my last night as a single man, suddenly the thought hit me “what about one more night, one more time with one more night of passion”. It was very risky, since the hotel was full of friends and family and having some random guy come to my room. Pretty stupid idea I told myself. My friends, fiancés’ family, my MOM could all come to my door to see me tonight, so this was a terrible idea, but… Me: Hey there Him: It’s the married guy! Me: tomorrow Him: oh! Congratulations Me: Thank you Him: Me: what are you doing? Him: nothing, you? Me: sitting in my hotel room Him: Not smart Me: What? Him: you know what! Me: So! Him: Not going to happen Me: what’s not going to happen? Him: You know! Me: My last night as a single man Him: NO! Me: Ok, I just wanted to say a proper goodbye Him: that’s all? Me: Yeah Him: not going to happen Me: Please? One final goodbye after all these years Him: Me: after 11pm – The Cambridge – room 713 – knock once Him: Me: Him: ok I was so excited; I was getting hard just thinking about it. I knew this was the dumbest idea I’ve ever had, but I wanted it so bad, I wanted to feel him cum in me one more time. I went and showered and had a hard time not jerking off I was so excited. I went and laid in the bed with towel wrapped around me waiting. 11:10pm a knock at the door, I jumped up and opened the door and there he was I immediately pulled him in the room and dropped the towel and kissed him, we worked our way to the bed pulling his clothes off along the way. I couldn’t wait! I pushed him down on the bed and finished pulling his pants off and straddled him, feeling his bare cock rub between my cheeks, I grab some lube but he stopped me and reached over and grabbed a condom and started to put it on. Me: what are you doing, you don’t need that Him: yeah, you’re married now, you have to start playing safe Me: but we never use condoms, I want you to cum in me Him: I want to too, but if we are going to do this we have to use a condom I quit arguing, I was just ready to have him inside me. I wouldn’t say that I was a power-bottom, but I definitely bounced up and down on his cock until I was completely out of breath and then I slowed down and started grinding his cock, using a condom it seemed to take him longer to cum. Afterwards we both collapsed trying to get our breath. Me: Man, I missed that! Him: me too! Me: whats up with the condom Him: you need to be smart now Me: no, I want you to cum inside of Him: I cant do that anymore Me: we have been fucking raw the entire time and nothing has happened Him: well it could now Me: what do you mean: Him: Me: what is it? Him: You remember the last time we hung out? Me: yeah Him: Remember how I told you that guy had HIV Me: kind of, it’s really foggy Him: well, he did and now I do Me: Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. That’s my fault. Him: no, it’s not your fault, I did it. Me: I don’t remember anything from the room Him: you passed out immediately and then me and him had sex, I think he stealthed me. He said the condom came off, but I’m pretty sure he took it off during sex. Me: I am so sorry Him: its ok, but I have a very high count now, since I was just infected so we can’t have unprotected sex, because I am very contagious and you’re getting married, TOMORROW Me: I don’t know what to say Him: well, there isn’t anything to say, but I should probably get going since you’re getting married tomorrow Me: yeah, I guess so, unless you want to have a beer first We sat down and had a few beers and he got up and said that he better get going. He hugged me goodbye but I lingered and leaned back and kissed him. Me: Stay a bit longer? Him: ok I kissed him again and we started working towards the bed. I fell on my back and fell on top of me, between my legs. I wanted him so bad. I reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he took his pants off immediately and I slid my shorts off all the while looking each other in the eyes the entire time, he quickly put a condom on and lubed up and laid back on top of me. I quickly pulled my legs up so he could slide in. It was the best feeling in the world. With him on top me, slowly taking deep strokes while we looked each other directly in the eyes, damn it I wanted this. My left hand slipped down between us and I wrapped my thumb and index finger around the base of his cock and every time he pulled out it caused his condom to slip down a little, the further he pulled out the more the condom slipped off. I tried to somehow cause him to pull all the way out so the condom would slip completely off, but he wouldn’t, well not for a while. Me: fuck me, I really want you Him: are you sure? Me: (looking directly in his eyes, I bite my lower lip and shake my head yes) He pulled his cock all the way out and my grip around his cock caused the condom to slide off, I then grabbed his cock and aimed it directly towards my hole. I knew the danger, but I phened for it, for him, for him to cum inside of me. He was hesitant, but you could tell this is what he really wanted to. Why wouldn’t he, it was obvious he was in love with me, why wouldn’t he want to infect me like him. Holy shit it was the best feeling I’d ever felt. His bare cock sliding inside of me, I never imagined the risk the danger adding so much to the feeling. The unprotected sex obviously was a huge turn on for him too, because it didn’t take him long before he was about to cum: Him: Oh fuck, I am about to go Me: Oh fuck, oh fuck. Don’t stop baby Him: here it cums Right as he started to cum, he pulled out and shot his load all over my stomach. It was so intoxicating. I had never had a rush like that before. Like playing with a loaded gun. That feeling was the greatest feeling ever! I just now get to experience the greatest sex of my life and I can’t ever do it again? I was lost, I didn’t know what to do. That’s all I could think as we laid there. Him: I’m sorry I couldn’t do that to you. Not tonight, not the night before you get married. Me: I understand Him: if you decide not to get married, we can take that step, but you need to make that decision I knew right there and there that this wasn’t over. If I got married or not, I would def play this game again. I had to have another poz cock inside of me bare. Him, the predator, someone else, anyone else, I was addicted.

Wow, that is hard to imagine. Harry Hines was lined with sneezy bookstores full of horny men 25 years ago. I may have fucked and been fucked in several of them.

Seems my hole is never satisfied and always wants another Cock shooting cum inside me no matter how many I've taken

I was about 9. Beat it to try and keep it down, lol. It still keeps coming back for more.

I guess it depends on the location and situation. I never suck cock in gay bars, I mostly suck cock at rest areas. There is definitely a difference between you and me but it might broaden your opinion a bit about this topic: Look at it from his perspective. To translate it to my situation: At rest areas there are lots of Truck drivers and married men that dont want to transfer any diseases to their wifes or girlfriends. But some men just love to use slutty cocksuckers at seedy places to dump their loads in. It is just instinct reaching the surface. They just want to let 'the beast out' every once in a while. Their wives won't let them fuck their throats at a place like that. I'm just making sure that i'm an excellent alternative for them 😉 Most of those men think we are infested with STD's and it is not surprising that they think that. They are not blind, they also see us going from cock to cock... to cock. So they want to use a condom to make sure they don't catch anything. I rarely have an STD but I should have had plenty by the amount of cock I suck. Maybe it works the same as a blind man who develops his hearing much better. Over the years I have strongly developed my resistance to STD's? To make a long story short: I don't really mind sucking cock wrapped in rubber as long as I get the condom afterwards. I still get to feel his cock fucking my throat, feeling him dumping sperm which I love so much. Don't you just love it when they pull their cock out of your throat when they are done, pull the condom off of their cock and throw it on the ground next to you?! That normally would be the moment for me to have an orgasm. Not only from realizing what kind of pig I am but also from knowing I get to slurp his semen out of the condom, no matter who is watching. But yes, in a gay bar it is a bit weird, I guess... it's just a whole different world. Maybe one of the man from my world entered your world? Don't take it personally, you are fine 😉 You did the right thing: Don't let anyone cross your boundaries. Mine are just a little bit lower than yours 😉

Nick sat in the living room pensively as Tex saw his unknowing brother Barry to his car down in the parking garage. Meeting his brother had been delayed for over a year because the project Barry was supposed to work on was affected by a writer’s strike and he had stayed on Broadway tp do a revival of some play from the 1930s. He had won the Tommy award for costume design he was nominated for this time Tex had always secretly kept in contact with his other two kids but phone calls and texts obky go so far when it comes to maintaining a relationship He and Tex were almost to their 4th anniversary by the time Barry finally moved into Tex’s trailer. He had spent a few years living there with Tex and his sister after his mom had died so the place was home to him. Tex and Nick had been out of town the first week he had been there but Barry always had his own key and knew the security alarm code Tex loved fucking both of his sons, the perverted incest was enough to make him ruck hard just thinking about it. He even wanted Nick to help him poz Barry, though after really thinking about it they decided they would have to be up front about it. Barry was not someone they could breed once then ignore Barry was 5 years younger than Nick who was now almost 34. He was shaped like Tex and moved like him. From the bulge in his pants he was probably hung like his father too, He had lighter skin than Nick even though his features showed his African heritage even more than Tex's Barry’s facial features took after Tex’s maternal grandfather and the combination was strikingly handsome though he looked a bit rough around the edges today, like he hadn’t slept well for a while Barry made no secret of his desire to bed his father, Nick was sure if he had not been there the two would have been going at it right now. Barry had not even flinched when Tex said he was poz now and never used condoms or pulled out. He just wanted his father to fuck him as hard and as often as he could There was only one little problem. The moment Barry got there he started trying to break Nick and Tex up. He didn’t care about the situation that had made them marry in the first place. Nick had what Barry wanted Their father in his bed every night. “It’s a shame you have to spend your life in love with a straight man, Dad. You should have someone who loves you back like I do” He had said casting a contemptuous look at Nick “That’s hardly respectful Son” Tex had said mildly “And you have no idea what my relationship with Nick is like, I would not trade what we have built together for anything” “I do love Tex, he’s the core of my life. Just because I am sexually attracted to women does not mean I can’t chose to love a man. Your Dad is the best person I have ever met and I am so lucky to have him” Nick said trying to explain and not snap at his brother. He wanted a good relationship with him for Tex’s sake if nothing else “And all that money has nothing to do with it” Barry said. His words were coming rapidly and were full of resentment “You said yourself that’s why you had to marry him! You treat my dad like a whore!” Nick decided to tell Tex something he had been holding back because he didn’t want to make his husband insecure in their relationship “Us staying married doesn’t matter anymore when it comes to the money actually. The lawyer sent me a letter over a year ago. The Supreme Court ruled on a case that invalidated the marriage requirement in the will. I kept the payments broken up over the years but no matter if we are together or not we don’t have to worry about it going to support those terrible causes and politicians” Nick told them both “So for the last year and for as long as you will have me, I am married to you and in your bed completely by my choice, because I never want to live my life without you” He said to Tex, rising from his chair, he went to sit on his husband’s lap and kissed him “Why didn’t you tell me?” Tex asked “Because, for me it didn’t change a damn thing about wanting to be with you and I didn’t want you to worry I would leave you. I plan to grow old with you Tex” Nick said kissing him again “Ha!” Barry said, sounding just a bit manic, “That’s bullshit! He was afraid you would leave him Dad! And now you can! We can be together like we always should have been! I know you love fucking your own flesh and blood son as much as I love the cock that made me in my hole and I know you love me more!” Tex ignored him for a moment to let the love and joy he was feeling sink in. Nick was wholly with him because he chose to be! His straight Son chose him as his life partner out of nothing but love! It was more than Tex had ever dreamed he would have from Nick, who had probably been right not to tell him right away. He would have worried Nick nuzzled his ear and whispered “I love you My Daddy and I always will” softly Tex squeezed him “I will show you how much I love you tonight Son” he whispered back “Mow jump up and let me deal with this mess" “Go easy on him. Don’t say anything that you can’t take back. I think there is more to this than we know” Nick said quietly then he hopped up Tex was furious now though and Tex had a temper “Barry, I raised you better than this and if I didn’t I know your mom did. You come into our home, disrespect my husband and our marriage? You think I am just going to dump him to be with you? I think you should leave now” Tex said in a menacing tone, his nostrils flaring and his eyes flashing with barely controlled rage He took Barry’s arm and pulled him roughly up from his chair then guided him firmly to the elevator and rode down to see him off and make sure he left Nick waited, sinking back down into his chair. shaking his head sadly The elevator door opened and Tex shouted “Nick! come help me! He passed out!” Nick helped him get Barry to the guest bedroom and they laid him down, loosening his clothes to make him more comfortable. Nick picked up something that fell out of Barry’s pants pocket and put it on the nightstand Doctors Lars and Cole had moved into the building to be closer to their office so Nick gave them a call. Soon the adorable, chubby Dr. Cole was checking Barry out, He moved spryly for a man of his size. It was impossible not to love D/ Cole, His bubbly though slightly forgetful personality endeared him to everyone Barry woke up when the cold stethoscope was pressed to his chest “Where am I?” he asked in a slightly confused voice “Just relax, I’m just making sure you are ok” Dr. Cole told him “How long has it been since you got a good night’s sleep?” “About a week” Barry said “I haven't slept well since I got here to the city” “Everything seems fine other than the fact you are exhausted. You are already in bed so get some rest. I will check you out again in the morning” Dr. Cole said but Barry was already asleep again As Dr. Cole picked up his bag off the nightstand he said “That’s a great picture of you Nick. You look so handsome in your cap and gown” Tex saw him to the elevator and Nick picked up what he recognized as his high school graduation picture. On the back there was a note in his mother’s handwriting “Our Nicholas graduated top of his class! Thank you so much for giving him to us Tex” it read Nick remembered Tex mentioning a box of such photos was under his bed in his trailer and they had totally forgotten to go get them ******** Barry woke up the next morning in a strange room. “Oh good! You are awake!” A bubbly voice said as a cute, chubby man came through the door “I’m Dr. Cole, a friend of Tex and Nick’s. We met briefly last night!” he said as he opened the drapes, letting in the morning sunlight “How are you feeling?” he asked coming to the bed “Much better actually” Barry said vaguely remembering the man Dr. Cole did a quick examination and said “I think you will be fine! Just take it easy for a day or so and if you continue having trouble sleeping come see me. Tex and Nick have my office number!” then he swept out of the room and Barry could hear him talking quietly with Tex in the foyer After a couple minutes Nick came in with a breakfast tray and sat it on the bed then sat himself looking directly at him. Barry could see the picture that had been in his pocket sitting besides a plate of eggs and sausage on the tray “I think we need to talk, Little Brother” Nick said Barry sighed and nodded “I acted like a total ass yesterday. I found those pictures and the letters from your parents and got so jealous! You have everything I have wanted since I was 12 and first fell in love with Dad. You share that father/son incestuous bond I love with him and even actually married him! It was to much for me to take” Barry said still sounding resentful “I'm in love with Tex for the person he is and I will never give him up but I know I don’t have that chemical response love for him, or any man for that matter. It has not hurt our relationship one bit though. If anything it makes us stronger” Nick said “It’s funny, you have not seen him for years, You don’t really know who he really is today so what it comes down to is that you love him but can’t really be in love with the person he is now. If we were one person we could love him the way he really deserves to be loved” Nick mused Barry was surprised to hear a straight man talk about emotions so openly and so accurately. He had some prejudices when it came to straight men, learned at his lesbian mother’s knee “There is something else you should know Barry” Nick said looking him in the eyes “We may not have grown up together but you are my Little Brother and despite our rough start, I love you and would give anything to protect you and make you happy… well except Tex, you can’t have him. He’s mine” he finished “Maybe we can share him Big Brother?” Barry asked timidly realizing he loved Nick too in a brotherly sort of way “We can talk about it” Nick said dubious. With what Barry had said yesterday Nick was not sure he trusted him. Love and trust not always coming hand in hand Tex walked in to find his two sons hugging tentatively He was still angry at Barry for the things he had said the day before. Neither he nor Nick had deserved that. When you got right down to it he had called Tex a very high priced whore. He decided that a little atonement was in order but he doubted either boy would really dislike what he had in mind once they got used to it Barry stood and went to hug his father but Tex stopped him “I’m not ready for that yet Barry. Nick is more forgiving than I am" he said putting a hand up "You said some hurtful and untrue things yesterday/ Do you realize that Nick did everything he did to protect other people? The money you accused me of whoring myself out for would have gone to support right wing discrimination and bigoted, religious conservative politicians? He gave up a life with the gender he prefers to make a difference in people’s l1ves” He said, getting angrier as he went along “He could have been bitter or cold or just gone through the motions but instead he did his dead level best to make our marriage as good for me as possible. He found a way to bring love, fulfillment and happiness to out lives. He did things that were against his very nature to make sure that I was satisfied.” He went on letting his love and passion for his Son, his Nick flow in his words “You on the other hand have shown yourself to be a self centered little prick. So I kept that I had another son a secret? IT WAS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS” he finished in an angry roar Barry looked at him with tears of shame in his eyes as well as a little fear of his father's wrath and Tex noticed that Nick came up behind him and held his little brother with an instinctive protectiveness, wanting to shield him even when he was wrong. Nick ever ceased to amaze Tex with his compassion. “Tex, I can’t disagree with anything you said but Barry had no way of knowing a lot of that. All he could see was that the man he had been in love with since he was a boy had another son who had everything Barry had ever wanted. I don’t agree with his methods but I can understand the feelings. I don't know how I would act if I thought I was losing you” Nick said and shuddered at the thought Nick actually whole heartedly agreed with Tex and Tex’s anger. He was really just as mad himself, but little brothers fucked up sometimes and it was a big brother’s job to get past it and forgive… Eventually “Dad, I’m sorry about all of it. I’ll do anything to make it up to both of you” Barry said sounding scared and hurt “You are going to have to convince Nick of that. I won’t touch you till he is convinced you mean our marriage no harm. I’m not so sure of that despite what you say now. You are going to become his Boy like he is mine. When he feels you are loyal to him he can bring you to me. Till then you are his or you can walk away and become just a normal son to me” Tex told Barry “You will never be with me again if I walk away now?” Barry asked, clearly upset, like his world was ending “I have a man who puts me first and fulfills my wants and needs. I love you son and I love being with you but till Nick fully trusts you I won’t jeopardize what we have by being with you” Tex told him firmly He looked at Nick and said “I’ve spent the last four years training you. Let me see how well you have learned Son. Make me proud” “I will Daddy” Nick said “Let me set down some rules and see if you can live by them. The first one is that you do not have the right to tell me no when it comes to any purely sexual act or how, when, where or if we perform them. You are not to complain if you are getting too much or too little sex and you are not allowed to relieve yourself or hookup with any man for relief. No hookups at all, no one but me and you cum only when I say you can” Nick started "You also do not have the right to “safer sex”. I will fuck you bare and cum inside of you any time I want, I will infect you with HIV. You have no choice in the matter if you stay” Nick said firmly. He actually wanted to incestuously fuck and breed and poz his brother but he was doing this was mainly to make Tex proud I will control how you dress when you are with me and you will do what I say like any kid brother should. I’m going to take care of you and protect you like a big brother should, even when you are being annoying or are wrong “You will not use my name in private. I am always to be addressed as Big Brother and you will be Kiddo or Brat or Little Brother or some such, to me depending on my mood I may use different terms in bed “I will introduce other kinks when and if I choose. You have been out in gay society for a decade and Tex fucked you for over a year so I assume you have at least some familiarity with kink. You have 48 hours to prepare a list of hard limits, but as Tex told me in the beginning if everything is a hard limit I will know you are not trying. Chose carefully” Nick said and smiled at Tex who smiled back remembering how much Nick had been willing to try over the years “My trust level in you is not high, I think, for the time being, you will be moving here. This will be your room. You will not entre the master bedroom suite without permission though” he told his chagrin little brother who had opened his mouth to object several times and shut it just as quickly when Tex glared at him “I think Nick is being more than fair here, considering that if I felt I needed you gone to keep him, I would cut you out of my life completely” Tex told his slightly rebellious looking son Barry’s eyes widened then filled with tears “Dad, no” He said in shock “Maybe now you understand how bad you fucked up yesterday. You are damn lucky Nick is a kinder, more compassionate person than I am” Then he thought about some of Nick’s favorite kinks and added “Well some of the time at least” “I wouldn’t ask you to do that unless he tries to break us up again” Nick said, giving Barry a hard look “Then all bets are off” Barry managed to look even more ashamed of himself “Go pack your things and get back here if you accept my terms. If you are not back by this afternoon then I will assume you are accepting that you will never have more than a normal father/son relationship with Tex again and we will try to be a family that way” Nick told him a little coldly A few seconds after they watched the elevator door close on Barry Nick asked “What do you think the chances are that he goes the normal son route?” Tex snorted “Less chance than a snowball has in the hottest part of hell” he said "Tex, I want to show him how special love like ours can be. I don't want to hurt him. I don't actually think I am capable of really hurting him. I already love him to much" Nick said "what was the beginning of our relationship about?" Tex asked "Lots of sex and you teaching me to trust you" Nick said "Teach him to trust you and you will come to trust him, grasshopper" Tex said in a wise, grandfatherly voice Nick shot him an irritated glance the pulled him close for a kiss Barry was back in about three hours ********* Nick started the same place Tex had started with him, In the shower, washing his little brother from head to toe like the mas was a little kid, slapping away his hand when he tried to do things for himself. “This is to teach you both trust and dependence on me. Just because I control you now does not mean this is all constant, heavy BD/SM. Your role in this is Kid Brother and mine is to take care of you like a Big Brother should. I don’t expect or want unthinking obedience from you” Nick explained as he dried his angry looking brother off “We are going to grow up together” Nick said making air quotes when he said the words “grow up” “If you let me, I want to be your protective Big Brother, your Hero who always defends you and makes sure you are safe. And who fucks the hell out of you like you are a boy slut just made to take Big Brother’s cock. That’s how I want to love you. Understand that besides Tex you are the only other man in the world I want to have sex with. I guess I got the incest gene from our Dad” he said looking Barry in the eyes Then he kissed his little brother for the first time, forcing his tongue in as they shared a long, hot, passionate make out session standing naked in the bathroom. Nick had never kissed any man but Tex before and Barry knew it Nick’s explanation moved him and he found himself wishing they had grown up together because he could tell Nick would have been a Big Brother just like he described, except for the sex part since Nick was straight… well maybe not with Tex as their Dad. He remembered something Tex had said about how Nick acted early in their relationship and decided to try something “Thank you for getting me all nice and squeaky clean, Big Brother! I’m glad you are going to be giving me my baths from now on! I have never seen you naked before though. Will my thingy be as big as yours when I get older?” he said trying to sound like an adoring Little Brother In actuality Barry’s cock soft was almost as big as Nick’s seven inches hard but this was a role play and Barry loved a good, kinky role play Nick smiled at him and said “I think yours may get even bigger than mine. Do you want me to show you some things that will make my cock, that’s what it’s called, not thingy, feel really good? It’s something special brothers can share” “I’d do anything for you Big Brother!” Barry said in full “hero worship” mode Nick took his hand and pulled him to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and spreading his knees apart “Get on your knees and give it a kiss. It has a special gift for you if you treat it right” Nick said huskily as his cock rose all on it’s own Barry sank down and kissed the head of his brother’s cock then his instincts took over and he wrapped his tongue around it as Nick put his head back and moaned “You are the best Little Bro in the world, put it in your mouth and suck” Nick said “Show your Big Brother how much you love him” Barry may not have been as good a cock sucker as Tex was but he knew what he was doing as he easily took Nick’s entire length into his mouth and throat. He sealed his full, beautiful lips around the base and sucked hard as he pulled up as he played with his brother’s balls/ He kept Nick on the edge for nearly half an hour until Nick pulled him off and roughly pushed him face down on the bed “It’s time to show my Little Brother what Dad made him for” Nick growled in a low, aggressive voice “He made you to be your Big Brother’s slut and cum dump” He crawled on top of his Neg little brother and forced his legs apart with his knees then found that hole with the head of his cock and plunged in balls deep “Owww Big Brother! That hurts!” Barry cried but the way he was grinding his ass back for more told a different story “It always hurts the first time Little Bro, bit trust me, you will learn to love it as much as I love fucking you. This is the only way to get that toxic gift I promised you” Then he began fucking that soon to be infected ass hard, using different angles to abrade the inner lining of that silky hole and get it ready for his viral invaders “Oh! I want your gift!” Barry said in exaggeratedly innocent tones “You are going to put it in my butt Big Brother?” “Yesss, I’m going to fill that cute boy butt with my toxic virus! I’m goin to get my Little Brother pregnant with my HIV baby! You want to be knocked up by me Little Bro?” he asked as sweat dripped from his chest onto Barry’s back “I want my Big Brother’s baby in me! Get me pregnant! I’d do anything for you! You are my hero!" Barry said reaching under to stroke his own rock hard cock That sent Nick into one of the best orgasms of his life as his balls pimped wad after wad of toxic, HIV field cum into his neg little brother’s ass. He hoped their viral baby took hold with this first, special expression of brotherly love Barry felt his Big Brother’s cock spewing the load that would change his life forever and shot off into his cupped hand then brought it to his lips and licked his fingers. Nick rolled him over and they kissed, sharing the load as their hearts slowed down from the exertion “You did great, Little Bro, I’m proud of you” Nick said. “I will never forget our first time together" “I won’t either. You are the best Brother in the world” Barry said and meant it Nick held his him till he fell asleep then slipped out of the bed, tucked the covers around his innocently sleeping little brother and quietly padded to the master bedroom and his waiting father/husband Tex sat with a laptop. He had watched the entire thing on the security camera feed. Nick decided ti retrieve the footage and edit it into a video the next day Tex stood, took his hand and led his sweaty Son to the bathroom, washing him like he had washed Barry but more slowly with much more kissing Unable to wait, Tex turned Nick to face the wall and pushed his 11 inch cock into his Son’s waiting hole. Nick turned his head and they kissed over his shoulder as Tex pounded him hard against the shower wall Nick shot his 2nd load of the night on that wall as his father filled his ass with his incestuous poz cum ‘ “You did good work tonight Son” Tex said later that night in bed “I’m so proud of you” “Thank you Daddy” Nick said as he snuggled into Tex’s chest and fell fast asleep ******************************************************************************************************** I just adore brotherly love, don’t you? Let me know! Scanbu

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We lay together in silence for 20 minutes or so, I wasn't keeping track of time. My dick was still hard and ready for more, but was starting to relax. I decided to keep myself hard, in hope of coaxing more from the man cuddling me. I started to pump my dick, slowly. "Are you still hard?" I was asked. "Yeah. I usually stay hard, after I cum," I replied. "That's hot, not many guys can claim that. I don't bottom too often, but I'd love a multi-cummer." I didn't know what to say. I blushed, facing away from him, whilst he cradled me. "Maybe if I get to top you in the future, I can show you what it's like?" "I'd like that a lot." He told me. We lay together for a while in silence, before I decided to break it. "When did you get pozzed?" I asked. "One test had a vague red line about six weeks ago. I had a solid red line a month ago. I think I was properly poz probably about two months ago. It's hard to say. I only did home tests," he explained. "Only home tests?" I asked, surprised. He had seemed so confident earlier in the evening. "Yeah. I still have them. Let me show you," his tone was eager. The top peeled away from me and rolled over the bed. Opening a draw, reaching inside and rummaging around, he fished out a couple items and rolled back across the bed towards me. Wrapping one arm back under me and the other over me, he released a handful of small white objects onto the bed in front of me. "These are my tests," I was told. There were four, small, rectangular objects in front of me. They looked like covid testing strips. My stomach dropped, as I understood what was in front of me. HIV home tests. "What order do they go in?" I asked, hoping he'd lay them out for me. His hands started moving, one trapped under me. Shuffling the pieces around, lifting each one up past my face and up to his own, I watched intently. A timeline was written out in front of me. One single red line, followed by another single red line. A faint second red line and a solid second red line. Silence followed his final movements. "Are you okay?" He asked me. "Yeah... I didn't expect this sort of confirmation, to be honest." I answered. "Are you sure you're okay?" I was asked again. I turned over and put my lips to his. Breaking the kiss, I spoke. "I'm okay." I told him, "Your profile was honest and I messaged you. I initiated." I paused. "I'm okay." We stayed there for a while, cradling each other. "Do you have another?" I asked. "Another load? Of course!" He answered, moving his hands and his body against mine. My dick responded instantly, but I spoke to him instead, "I meant another test, Sir." I encouraged his movements, frotting my dick against his. "I think I have one that I didn't need," He said. "Don't move," he told me, before pushing himself off the bed and leaving the room. I lay still on his bed, waiting for his return. It wasn't long before he returned to the porn-lit room, his dick hard and bouncing between his legs, with each step. "You need to prick a finger, boy!" He sounded excited. "I've not done one before, Sir," I told him. "That's okay, I only did one when I started chasing, too." I stared at him. I didn't expect him to be a chaser, let alone a successful chaser. I was dumbstruck. The bear grabbed my hard dick, pumped it once and shuffled closer across the bed to me. "Don't be so shocked, boy. How do you think I got pozzed in the first place? It wasn't an accident," he said, almost whispering into my ear. "How do I do it?" I asked. I realised instantly that I wanted a series of tests to spread out in a time line. Within a couple of minutes, I had done my first home HIV test. We had pricked my finger and the man helping me had sucked my finger after squeezing a drop into the plastic strip. "Thank you, Sir," I said to him, leaning in for a kiss. "You're welcome, boy," he said, as we broke apart. "We'll do another in a month or so." He was rubbing our dicks together again. "Does your hole got another round?" I practically jumped at the suggestion. I spat downwards, at our dicks and grabbed his, rubbing the moisture around and down to his pelvis. "Yes, sir." I murmured. I pushed the man I'd met that evening onto his back, climbing onto his hips and lined his dick up to my loosened hole. I sat back, reaching out for the poppers on the bed beside us. I moaned, feeling a stretch to my already abused hole and lifted back up. My hole started to relax around his thick cock again, while he grabbed the brown bottle and uncapped them for me. The bottle was lifted to my nose. "Inhale." I did. "Hold." I did. "Release." I did. I rode him for all I was worth, my hole screaming to me that it'd had enough. "Knock me up, Sir. I'm ready for another load," I moaned. I wanted the next test we did together to show two red lines. I wanted to know that the second line was his. "Give it to me. My hole is yours, Sir. Please poz me," I begged. "You're mine, boy. Don't you worry. I'm marking that cunt, boy," he growled. I rode him, rubbing his chest and leaning in to kiss him while we spoke to each other. "You enjoying my risky dick, boy?" "Fuck yes, Sir. I wanna risk it all. Breed my cunt with your poz dick. Give me your risky load!" I ran my hands up his belly, over his chest and pushed his arms up. I leaned down into his armpit for the first time, taking a deep breath through my nose. I loved it. Musky odour filled my nostrils, making my dick even harder than it was. "Fuck, Sir. You smell so good." "Yeah, you like that? A day's work and no spray? Pig!" He grabbed my neck and pulled me back down for another whiff. I breathed in deep. again. "Good, boy." I continued to ride his dick while sniffing his pits, my dick leaking on his belly throughout. I was enjoying the verbal, his body odour and his dick in my sore hole. After a while, he grabbed my dick. "We're gonna cum together, boy," he said, pumping me. "Tell me when you're close, I can blow any time." "Tell me you're poz again," I begged. "I'm poz, boy. I'm HIV positive. I'm not taking medication. I'm not on meds. I'm infectious, boy. My load is at risk of converting you." He said, thrusting up into me. I wasn't riding him anymore, he was fucking me and working my dick at the same time. I moaned, unable to do much more. "Yes. Yes, Sir. I'm not on PrEP," I manaeged. "Fuck yes, boy! No meds, no PrEP." He was shouting. "No rubbers. No fucking protection. Take it! Take it! Bug chasing cunt. Take it!" His final thrusts timed with his words, left me slumped on his sweaty chest. "Thank you," was all I could muster. He guided my legs down, alongside his own with his hands, held my back and rolled us on to our sides. Coaxing my head up off his chest, he kissed me. "I'm so glad you came," he whispered. "Thanks for coming over." "I'm glad I came, too," I replied. "Good. You should stay the night. I don't have to get up in the morning. Will you stay?" He asked. I nodded against his shoulder.

For the first time, I dared to defy his instruction. Instead, I stood up to kiss him, my hands still holding his dick and cradling his balls. Our mouths met in fiery passion, tongues swirling and lips pressed against each others'. "Thank you." I said, once our mouths had parted. "You're welcome, boy. Are you chasing?" "Sort of. I've been hoping to find someone like you. You're my first gifter top. I've never had an unmedicated load," I told him. I blushed and looked away. He grinned and pulled my chin back towards his, kissing me again. "I'm glad I'm the first. You're my first, too. Chaser, I mean. I only converted a couple months ago." I stared at him with wide eyes. "Thank you, Sir," was all I could think to say to him. "Back on the bed." I did as I was told. I moved half a step back, laid down and pulled my legs back to my chest again. I watched, as the attractive man grinned at me and got on his knees. My dick started to leak more clear liquid again, when my new favourite person pushed two fingers inside me. "There's two, boy. You want three?" He asked. "Mmhm," I moaned back at him. I was enjoying two, but knew his dick had stretched me out. I wanted more. He was working my cunt so well with just two, I was dying to know what he could do using more. I felt an extra finger, moaning at him again, enjoying the feeling of him working his poz load inside my hole. "That's four. You're gonna take a fist, soon!" "Yes, please! I want your fist up my cunt. Stretch me out, Sir!" I felt him pull out completely and swap hands. As I opened my mouth to moan for the swap, his first hand came up to my face and he forced his four fingers into my face. I slurped on his fingers, sucking his load into my throat. I moaned at him in ecstasy. I was loving his dominant stance and I was loving his sleaze. I wanted to take everything he had to give me. "Mmmm," I moaned around his fingers. "What was that, boy?" He asked, pulling his hand back from my face and began using it in tandem with his other. "Fuck, Sir. You're using me so good. You're making me so hot. Thank you. Don't stop," I blathered. I couldn't stop. He was making me feel so good and I wanted him to know. The muscle bear kept working my hole with his hands, while my mouth encouraged him and moaned in pleasure. I kept using the poppers he had given me earlier, keeping my hole relaxed. I felt a turning point, once he had been spitting at my hole and his hands for almost a full minute. "I need you to huff those poppers a few times, boy. Big breaths, or you won't get my fist tonight." I almost panicked. I wanted his fist so bad but was scared of the lack of lube. I knew I wasn't in charge, so had to accept I was getting fisted with only spit and his cum as lube. I decided to trust the poppers and took a deep breath, holding it. I let it go slowly, before taking another and repeating the process a third time. I murmured my assent to him, nodding and making eye contact. His knuckles pushed hard against my hole, while I tried to relax, letting his fist inside me. My moans turned to deep growls as his twisted his hands slightly back and forth. I took another deep hit of poppers and felt his fist slide past my hole. "Good boy," he elongated the words, almost growling back at me. I couldn't form words, only deep guttural moans in reply. I nodded my head, making sure he could see I was along for the ride. I huffed on the brown bottle once more, before dropping it and holding my legs back, relaxing my hole and trusting the man with his hand inside me. My cunt was worked hard. The man alternated hands and speed. He directed me when to use poppers, how deep and how many breaths. I was in pig heaven. My hole was getting stretched out with a toxic load as the lube. My top spat on his hands over and over again, even getting me to join in the lubing process. I was incapacitated, barely able to move without his direction. Eventually, he slowed, only using one hand. I finally recovered from my stupor enough to look back over my dick at him. One hand inside me, the other on his own dick. "I'm hard again," he grinned. "Do you have another load for me?" I asked. "You fucking bet I do, boy. Ask me for it properly." "Poz me. Give me another toxic load, Sir. I want your strain." I told him. He pulled his hand out of my hole, making me growl again, as his lifted his other hand off his dick. He showed me both in the light of the TV, still playing porn. Both had streaks of red, the left, most recent from my hole had more. "Ask me again." "Fuck, Sir." My dick pulsed again. I didn't think I'd bleed. It was a done deal at this point. I was already eager, now I had no choice. "Infect me. Make me toxic." "Good boy," his smile was predatory and I loved it. The man stood up, his thick dick wet with my hole and what spit he'd offered and pushed himself into me for the second time. "You're so fucking loose boy. I'm gonna make you my boy. MY boy. You understand?" He asked me. "I understand," I told him. "I want to take your strain. I want your load, your toxic dick. Make me yours, Sir." "Fuck yes. Dirty little chaser. Bug chaser." I could only moan in pleasure back. I didn't know I'd enjoy being called a bug chaser so much, but I could feel my dick straining between our bodies. "Slow down. Slow down, Sir." I begged. "Let me enjoy my pozzing." "Oh, you wanna go slow? Savour my toxic cock?" He goaded me. "Yes, please. Yes please, Sir." He slowed his pace, pulling out further before plunging all the way back in, eliciting deep moans from me. "Tell me you want another toxic load, boy!" "I want another toxic load, Sir," I recited. "Give me everything you got!" I added. "Hnnnh," he stared down at me, before clamping his hands down on my throat. "Take that dick, boy. Take my dirty cock. You want my load? Dirty fucking bug chaser. Nasty little cunt. Look at you, offering your loose cunt up with no questions asked. No fucking PreP. Dumb little cumdump. Fuck! FUCK!" He yelled. I was in paradise. I ran my hands from his buttocks, up his back and over his shoulders. Down his arms, to his slick hands, back up to his pecs and down his torso. I rested two of my fingers on my hole, on either side of his girthy dick. I felt his hands lift from my throat and I gladly gasped for air. "Open your mouth." I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, making eye contact with the man inside me. He spat, slowly, letting a string of saliva stretch from his lips down to my open mouth, He spat again, breaking the string and spreading it out across my face. He chukled again. "Good boy." "Thank you, Sir. Fuck that's so hot," I told him. "I'm getting close boy. Tell me you want it, bug chaser." "I want your gift, Sir. Infect me. Give me your bug. Please, poz me up. Please give me your toxic load. I want it. I want your load," I begged, round and round. I used every phrase I'd ever learned to ask him for it. "Hnnngh. Uhh. Fuck! Take it. Take my fucking load. Take my strain. Get it, boy. Get pozzed. I'm fucking pozzing you!" I felt his dick swell and pulse for the second time that night. I wrapped my legs around him, holding my hands on his ass, pulling him into me. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you." I was halfway between a whisper and whimper. I held him there, inside me for the next few minutes, while he panted on top of me. I moved my hand up and down his back, caressing my gifter. I congratulated him and thanked him again and again. Ten minutes later, pulled his torso off me, grinned and kissed me. "Mm, you're a great fuck, boy. Don't tell me your name. You're just "boy" for now. Fucking hot. Suck me clean when I pull out," and collapsed back on top of me. My dick was still hard, pressed between us. After another few minutes, my new top pushed up, back and pulled out of me while standing up in one smooth motion. I knew my orders and followed them to the letter. I rolled myself down, off the bed, kneeling in front of my gifter and grabbed his balls, pushing his mostly soft dick towards my mouth. I sucked, cleaning every bit of wetness off him. I enjoyed it and from the sound of his moaning, so did he. As I sucked, I figured now would be my last chance to get off in his presence, so I started working my own dick. I concentrated on how loose and sore my hole was feeling and on how his dick had made me feel. I knew I had an unmedicated load inside me, two even and let myself get to climax as fast as I could. "Ah, ah, ah. Stop that. Stop!" He batted my hand away from my dick. "Let me." I stopped sucking and looked up, shocked. He'd been so dominant throughout our session, I hadn't considered him playing with my dick at all. "Get on the chair," he said. He pointed to the chair next to his bed. The wide, padded one I'd first found him on. "Pick your favourite pozzing porn. Or fisting. I'd prefer poz." I got up and moved to the chair, grabbing his phone and selecting a highly verbal pozzing scene. I sat how I'd found him, wide legs and dick pointing up. As he moved forward, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms under my legs. I was dragged to the edge of the chair and had my legs forced up again, like he was about to fuck me again. "Hold your legs," he told me, before grabbing my balls and swallowing my dick. He worked my dick like a pro, like I had tried to work his earlier. His eyes were soon streaming as he bobbed his head up and down. Just when I was getting close, he stopped and moved to work my balls. I loved it all, I had been moaning the moment he dragged me back down the chair. After my balls, he moved further down, onto my hole. I was loose and sore, but he made me crave more again. I could hear his moans and enjoyment, it turned me on even more. One last suck on my hole, before he held his tongue flat and moved himself all the way back up, over my taint, my balls and up my dick, to swallow it again. This time, he inserted three fingers and played with my prostate. He meant to make me cum and it only took him a minute. I couldn't help but drop my hands to the back of his head, with my dick in the back of his throat and his fingers manipulating me from the inside. "I'm cumming," I slurred, as my dick exploded and my hole clenched around his fingers. I pumped my hips into his face and he took everything I gave him. He was happy to take it. Once I'd stilled, he pulled his fingers out of my hole and offered them to me, shiny from his toxic loads. I gladly accepted, sucking them, as he had sucked me. He pulled his fingers out and met my mouth with his. We enjoyed a sloppy kiss together, while he lifted me clean from the chair and dropped me onto his bed, where he pulled me close and breathed a contented sigh.

know what u want and try to commit to it. all guys like rough sex and anyone can be a cumdump. the question is do you want more and are you really willing to be mindfucked as well as merely fucked. often the dom will groom you. test you and see how far u are willing to go. play w you for hours on end like a cat w a mouse, edge u. how willing are you to be broken in? to be completely dominated, no questioned asked?

I love receiving bareback!

That's I did something similar with a buddy at rest area and I was drunk and he poppered me up and he fucked me and then a trucker driver and a homeless guy and then some young twink. LOL it was wild and fun.

You can get pozzed by missing 2 doses of prep, it's just the chances are very slim. Prep itself isn't 100% effective, just damn close.