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Chapters 4 and 5 here for you pigs. Combining them into one post because I don’t want to hit post limit, and I want to push out a few more chapters for y’all. Keep feeding my vanity, and fuel my dirty brain. It’ll help inspire me to keep writing. —- 4. I drove to the parking lot of the seedy motel where he told me to meet him. He told me to tell the front desk to look up Mike. The clerk gave me a look and then went to the back to grab my room key. He wasn’t hot like the cop, who I was now assuming is Mike but not fully sure. In my current condition, I would have let the front desk guy fuck me in a gang bang. He was dressed like a school teacher in clothes a bit too big for his smaller frame. Taller than my 5’7” by quite a lot, but he was lanky and skinny. Prolly in his late 30s-early 40s. Face was a bit sunken, but otherwise not that memorable. He gave me the key card, told me my room number, and told me to enjoy my stay. His voice sounded a quite sarcastic? Maybe a bit taunting? I don’t know. I still can’t pinpoint it to this day. I went up and put my luggage to one side and made myself comfortable. After replaying what just happened a couple times over, I finally decided to take a shower and debated whether or not to douche and waste the load inside me. Decided to douche but squeeze some of his load and ate it. Salty and a lil bitter. Heaven. Was still super in heat since he didn’t let me cum and told me not to play with myself. To be honest, I would have still been in heat even if I did cum. I was in my early twenties getting to live out one of my darkest fantasies. I don’t think I need to explain further. I wasn’t going to disobey him and fuck up my chances of living out my fantasy of being used by a bunch of hot guys. If his friends are anywhere near as hot or manly as him, I would be so fucking happy. So I cleaned up, douched really well, put on some lotion and sat on the old bed sheets with just my boxer briefs. Didn’t have a jock back then. I remember going scrolling on smutty shit from BreedingZone, nifty, adam4adam, BBRT, and Craigslist to keep myself horned up. Some time around 9ish, I heard the sound of someone entering a key card and the door handle turning. I sat up and in walked this big guy, not the cop from earlier. He had a big beer belly. Tall. Handsome, round face with full beard. Incredibly manly though. Can’t explain it, but he had this commanding presence. He was wearing a blue short sleeve shirt unbuttoned over a white tank top and some chinos or something like it. He snorted looking at me. It was just him, and I was a little confused and honestly turned off. I was expecting the hot cop and his friends. Not this guy. Maybe this is one of his friends and he’s coming later? He commanded me to come to him. I instinctively obeyed. I stood in front of him nearly naked while this man towered over me. He inspected my body and his face looked please and without warning, he pulled me in for a deep kiss. It was so powerful. Passionate but more powerful and commanding than the cop from earlier today. There was a possessiveness to it? It was hot. I was melting into his dom energy even if I wasn’t turned on by his body exactly. At this point, I didn’t appreciate the vast beauty of all body types. I was turned on by the dad bod, but wanted a “toned” dad bod. A bigger guy that was “toned.” Still very much brainwashed into associating anything that was toned with hotness. Now I appreciate all body types. I believe this encounter opened my eyes to the beauty of all men. Fat with no muscle definition is hot as long as the guy is unapologetic and commands respect and attention. I’ve also learned that muscles are useless if the guy is meek and can’t dominate me. So I was reluctant to give myself fully to guy because he was fat, but his energy was already making me mushy. He picked me up effortlessly and put me on the bed. So gentle yet so commanding and strong. He kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed resting against the headboard. He told me to come to him so I crawled over and rested in his arms. It was really tender actually. He wrapped one of his arms around me and pulled me into him for another kiss. His other hand exploring my body. His skin was so rough against mine. Callused, but his hand was so big. His palm practically covered my enter abs. He started playing with my nipples and that drove me crazy. They’re like my “overdrive” switch when I’m horny. They can’t turn me horny but will drive me crazy if I’m already horny. This made me go mad for him and I started squeezing his tits and belly and face. I even broke off this kiss by diving into his pits. He was a little musky already. I could tell he had freshly showered because of traces of body wash fragrance, but there was a natural musk to him already seeping out. It was a little sweet too mixed with the shampoo or whatever it was that he also had on. He kept playing with my nipples, and I was like a dog on a mission. Lifting up his tank top and licking his nipples and belly. Licking his pits. It was so magical showing him how much of a sub slut I was. After a while, he shifted his weight and reached into his pocket and pulled a small box. He opened up and held up a glass pipe and a small baggie of white rocks. He prepped the glass and started lighting it. I’ve done drugs before but never T. Loved me a good roll or some coke. Even tried G and K. Had shrooms, acid, addie, lots of weed, but I drew the line at T. Don’t know why, but just did. So I knew this was a crucial point. But I remembered Jon Phelps, how depraved he got after getting shot with what I assumed was T, and how badly I wanted to live that out. I didn’t think much further and put my mouth around that pipe and inhaled when he told me to. I sucked the bowl clean, and he loaded up the pipe and did it again and told me to suck some more. I took like 5-6 big hits and felt so warm and good. It was tingly. It was cold, but not cold and kinda warm at the same time. I was trembling. I was so horny. My mind started racing and I was so hungry for cock. I started babbling again. Yes I am a babbling tweaker. Sue me. Babbled all the things I said to the cop about wanting to be gang banged, live the life of an owned cum dump, get whored out for money. I started telling him about some of the stories I read on BZ like “Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz.” (If y’all haven’t read this, please do. I credit this story and “Slammed” as the sources of my slut awakening.) I told him about how the guy from the story was sold by his dad and this manly Beast took him in to train him to take all cocks. Homeless cocks. Bathhouse cocks. I told him how the Beast fucked two boyfriends and hid his poz status by wearing a thick jock, and taunted the boyfriend not being fucked asking him if the bottom ever moaned like this when they fucked. And how he Beast essentially broke them up when he got the bottom to beg for the Beast’s load even though he didn’t allow his bf to cum in his normally. “Get on my cock, boy.” Was all he said. He didn’t tell me to shut up or that I was talking too much. He let me be myself and enjoy the high how I wanted. To repay him, I eagerly straddled him. We were both naked by this point. And I had been fondling, licking, sucking his cock and torso for a while in between my babbling. He had also smoked some by this point too. And while my cock shrank so much, and I mean it was a nub—virtually nonexistent, his was so big and girthy. Massive cockhead that was the same width as the rest of his cock. Veiny and a slick. God it was so fucking beautiful. He was so bushy too. Like he hadn’t shaven in a while, so my saliva and his sweat were trapped in the bush. I poured lots of lube on his cock and lowered myself on it. I took a sniff of poppers and just went to town. We’d kiss every now and then. At one point, he grabbed both my hands and told me to lean all the way back. So I let my weight fall backwards and he supported me by holding on to my hands. Then he started fucking me hard. I was in heaven and wanted more. We switched between me bouncing on him and him fucking me in that same position. My hole felt amazing. No pain. Every thrust was like a mini orgasm. The T made me feel so good. After some time, he pulled me back to him and grabbed the pipe. He loaded it and put a much larger amount in the bowl, melted it, and told me to inhale all of it. At first, the smoke didn’t clear no matter how much I inhaled, but I realized he kept lighting the bowl. Damn this was hot. And as I sucked I heard the door open. — 5. I turned my head to see Mike(?) walk in with four other guys. Damn they were all so fucking hot. Two guys really chiseled and the other two dad bod but toned. I was so turned on seeing them. They looked at me with hungry eyes. All looked pleased or turned on at the sight of me riding this bear and sucking on this pipe. I exhaled a big cloud and felt so slutty. I was looking at the new guys, mesmerizing by hot guy when the Bear grabbed my face and kissed me. My focus was back on him. His big hands grabbed my back and nipples and played with them as we kissed, and I grind back and forth on his cock. The Tina made me so horny and my hole so hungry that his cock felt like it belonged in there. I felt the sweat on his belly as his rubbed against mine. We broke the kiss and he just looked at me. It was deep and I felt this strange connection to him. We were communicating something serious and intimate, though I don’t know exactly what. But I knew it was. A stare that lingered even after it broke off, as the other guys in the room all got naked and surrounded us. As I broke off the stare to admire the new men around me, I felt a bit of guilt for breaking off the stare. Almost sensing my guilt, I felt the invisible rope that gripped me to him loosen. I somehow sensed that his intensity had loosened, allowing me to have the slutty fun I’ve been craving. These guys were all so hot. There was Mike with his greying hairy chest and tight body. He was in good shape. Hard to tell what he does exactly, but he looked toned with a bit of a soft belly. Then there was gymgod guy who my eyes went to immediately after Mike. Damn he looked so good and wide. Man he was ripped and had a more classic. Def the most wholesome looking, or rather life-yet-to-beat-down-on-you face to be more clear. Then there was skinny guy who left room between him, gymgod, and the another bearish guy. He was clean shaven. Toned and skinny. I’d imagine my body would look the most like his in my late 30s keeping up with the same fitness routine I had back then. He had a laid back vibe to him. Then there was bear#2. He was like a smaller version of the first Bear, but he looked more toned. His arms were more muscular-looking. Not as hairy, but still some fur. The last guy took up the least amount of space, physically and energy-wise. He seems turned on, I think? I remember him fucking me, but it wasn’t as memorable to be honest. I am about vibes and connection during sex. Does it feel authentic? Are we actually vibing? Are my needs being met? His? What’s the flow? Also very cerebral as I’m sure you’ve picked up by now. The Bear tapped my ass a couple times and I took that as a signal to get off him. I gave him a look making sure that’s what he wanted, and he nodded. So I got off him and stood up so he can get up too. He stood up and went over to the armchair in the corner. He told me to clean his dick before he left, so I did. Happily of course. I turned my attention and body to face the five guys before me. I was in heaven. I was craving the gymgod, but I wanted to thank Mike (by the way, to this day still don’t know his name) for setting this up, so I went to him first and gave him a big kiss. I kissed me back. One hand held the back of my head, while the other thumbed my small clit of a penis. He asked if baby has been up to no good? And I said yes. He asked me if I felt good? I said yes? He asked if I wanted to keep feeling good? And I said yes! “Baby want to get more fucked up tonight and take our cocks? Take our loads in your cunt?” “YES!” Damn he was winding me up and got me going goading me like that. I wanted more drugs inside me. Didn’t care what they were but just wanted to get more fucked up. Wanted to be a shell of myself and give in to my hole. Aside: this is where I think I’m not a good whore and can benefit from a dom training me irl. I don’t really like sucking cock. I’ll do it and have been told, “Oh I’m cumming!” by the guys I do it to, but my joy is getting fucked. I feel so complete with new cocks. Raw cocks. Thick and big. Ones that open me up. So as this story develops, I don’t really dive into more sucking unless it’s something that really stands out or is key for your understanding of the story. In general I don’t form lots of memories when I suck probably because I often disassociate. If a dom wants to train me, hit me up (shameless plug). Back then I also didn’t really differentiate between cut and uncut cocks. They were either thick or not. Long or not. Skinny or not. I’m more discerning now, so to the cut/uncut lovers who notice the obvious, and often blatant omission of foreskin descriptions: I’ll do better. I’m sure I was already tweaking pretty hard by this point. I was going back and forth kissing all the guys and rubbing their bodies. I was feeling so good and pretty out of body with my forehead sweating but every now and then I could feel the coolness of the AC hit me. They were all so hot in their own ways. All the touching and kissing got me so excited and I begged someone to fuck me. I got on all fours and wiggled my ass. Mike mounted me first and started slamming into me. I begged for some lube. He pulled out and poured some on, and went back to hammering me. My hole was so hungry. I don’t ever recall being able to take dick that well. Mike felt like home at this point, comparatively. Fucking him was less carnal than earlier in the day, but was still hot. Bear#2 gave Mike a look and moved towards my ass. Mike slid out and made room for bear#2. He was thick, godamn. He grabbed my neck and pulled me closer to him. He then moved one of his hands to play with my nips. Fuckkkkk me up. I was in heaven. He was snorting into my ear, calling me a fag. Calling me a worthless piece of shit. Saying I’m going to get so trashy in a few years. That he wouldn’t want to touch me when I’m washed up and that I should be grateful he’s willing to fuck me now. I remember feeling split about what he said. On one hand, it meant that I still looked good and was desirable, and that made me want to lean in and seduce these hot guys to do dirty things with me. On the other hand, it made me question how many of these drug escapades I have left before it starts showing. Should I not go so hard tonight? I said to myself I think what’s been going on has been fine so far. No needles. And I’ll stop after we check out. Damn he was so rough and sexy. So piggy. He asked the forgettable guy if he wanted a turn. He fucked me and honestly don’t remember much. Like I said, I’m very big on energy and connection and this guy didn’t really give me much. It seemed like he was down but also wasn’t fully there? He was hard. They all were, but it was whatever. This was the first guy and cock that made me not really appreciate it. I remember thinking about what the next cock would feel like, or really present for the current guy. The skinny guy then came up and damn he was really chill. He fucked me slow. Gave long strokes felt so good. He was also pretty perverted. He told me to prop up, so I was on my hands instead of elbows. He kept his rhythm, but leaned forward and also started taunting me. Telling me that he loves fucking whores like me. He asked me how old I was. 24. Asked if I love raw dick? Of course. Said that he bet I wanna be owned as someone’s sex slave? I did! Asked if I want to be whored out and cash cow for these guys? I did! I told them to sell my ass for cheap like $20/fuck because I want to challenge myself to make lots of money by having lots of guys fuck me! He said that’s illegal and he could throw me in jail. But that I would prolly like that because then I can just service all the guys there. Would I like that? To be the jail whore? I said I would!!! I would love to be the jail whore. Damn he was hot and we had good banter. And last but certainly not least, the gymgod told me to flip on my back and scoot to the end of the bed. He eagerly obeyed and he started fucking me. It was so beautiful. He was so beautiful and muscular. The way his pecs and abs popped. But you know what? The fuck was really bland. He was horny and thrusting lots, but there was no chemistry. It felt like he was just going in and out of my ass, and compared Mike, both bears, and skinny guy, the one was also really just ok. I honestly don’t even really remember much about his cock—that’s how forgettable it was. Ironic that he was the one I was most drawn to initially. I needed verbal, dom energy. Guys who were pigs. This guy was just pretty. Skinny guy took out his own pipe and started smoking. Offered it to the other guys, but they said no. Turned to me and just gave me a smile that screamed I already know you want some! I smiled ear to ear, and propped up so he could feed me. I took as much as he wanted to feed me, and I felt warmth wash over my body again. Damn I was having such a good time! Don’t know what time it was, but I never wanted to night to end. After some more thrusts, the gymguy pulled out, and my hole felt so empty. It also needed a bit of a break, it felt nice. As guys were settling in and made themselves comfortable, I walked over to Bear and sat on his lap and made out with him some more. It was so tender, I can’t explain it. In such an animalistic setting, I was feeling really attached to the Bear. I was caressing him and nuzzling my face into his. Somehow I knew he would take care of me and also help me fly to the next level. I started to get a bit antsy thinking about the other guys and being a good slut and pleasing them, but I forced myself to sit with the Bear a bit longer. It felt so nice, and I hugged him before leaving and told him I want to get really fucked up. Even more than I am now. And that I’m really excited and scared, but I really want it. He told me I was a dirty slut, and that he will make me feel better than I can imagine. He lit up the pipe and fed me a bit more, and we shotgunned. The rest of the night was a bit of a hazy blur from this point. I smoked a lot more. Time was broken up into phases of the night. The first phase where I still remember lots of details. The blurry phase where skinny guy was still smoking. The blurry phase after forgettable and gymguy came and left. Then Mike left. Bear#2 was really hot and fucked me really well. In another universe, I would see myself smitten with him, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the Bear. I remember at one point making an effort to not break eye contact with Bear while bear#2 was fucking me to convey to him that this guy would never be as dom in my heart compared to him. He whispered something so fucking smutty as he came. Then he left too. Then the skinny guy stopped smoking and at some point left. All the loads were pumped deep inside me. I remember at some point thinking about how I just needed more cum. I couldn’t really savor each load and appreciate it, because I wanted another cock to load me. I was a bit more consumed with getting the loads at some point than the fuck itself. It was still hot though. Then light peered through the window. I started panicking at the thought this was going to end because I didn’t want it to. I have still having so much fun and still so high. I wanted to keep playing and explore this side of myself. I didn’t want to go back to reality. I turned to the Bear and started vomiting how I felt. He said if I wanted to keep playing, then it’s going to get more intense. I said I didn’t care and just wanted this to keep going. He asked if I was sure, and I said yes. There was a long pause. He looked into his eyes pleadingly. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he looked at me really intently. Then he walked to the hotel phone, called the front desk and told them to extend the stay through Monday morning. I was so fucking happy.

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

The whole thing. I love his dick. Opening my hole. His sweat dripping on my back or on my face. Feeling the momentum of the beast picking up, pounding harder. The load is the ultimate reward, but there’s so much more to a good fucking that I enjoy!

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.

YOUNG RIPPED BOY MEETS HIS IDOL I’m Damian, I’m 18 years old and very ripped with a nice big dick. My tanned skin tone defines my muscles perfectly. I thank my Moroccan dad for that My ripped body is the result of doing calisthenics since my 13th. I started with training after seeing videos on IG from a group of friends doing and explaining calisthenics. I haven’t really figured out if I like boys or girls, but I had a crush one of the boys from the group; His name was Zane, he was 16 y/o back then and had a ripped body. Last Friday I was training in the park. It was very sunny day so I was only wearing shorts and shoes. I just started a dead hang when I heard someone say “WOW! Looking good”. When I looked over I saw my idol Zane standing there. I ended my exercise and answered “Thanks bro! Your vids gave me the motivation”. This was the start of a conversation about calisthenics and healthy diets. After 20 minutes he asked me if I wanted to meet the group and maybe do a few trainings videos together. I answered with ‘YES!’ We talked some more while walking to Zane’s house. We entered a building and took the lift to the upper floor. When the doors open I was totally amazed by his penthouse. It was huge, had a huge balcony with a swimming pool. Zane pulled of his shirt revealing his ripped body covered in a few large tattoo’s. He must have caught me staring, but he ignored it. He then went to the fridge and took out two bottles of gatorade and handed me one. What I didn’t knew was that they are laced with G and crushed up viagra. I walked around the room and saw a tray with several syringes on it, so I asked him what it was. Zane stuttered a bit and told me they are special vitamin shots he developed himself to get more ripped. “Can I try one?” I asked him. Zane shook his head and then answered “It very strong stuff!”. “PLEASE! I do anything to try it!” I pleaded. Zane softly replied “Yeah! This stuff will”. After several pleas he gave in and told me to sit in the chair. He took a small rubber hose and tied it around my bicep. He found a good vein and swabbed the area. I felt a prick and then saw him shooting the contents in my vein. He than raised my arm and removed he rubber band. A warm rush came over me and I started the cough loudly. When it hit my brain my inhibitions washed away. I looked over to Zane’s hot body and blurted “You are so fucking hot, Bro!”. I couldn’t understand why I said that out loud, but he grinned and replied “So are you!”. Zane told me that he had to get something and walked away. While he was away I became very horny and couldn’t stop touching my body. My hands when down inside my shorts and I started to stroke my rock-hard cock. When Zane came back I had removed my shorts completely and stroked my cock with two hands. “Are you enjoying yourself” Zane asked, but I could only moan in reply. “Shall I show you something that makes this feeling better?” he asked. I was so horny that I nodded. Zane kneeled before me and told me to pull up my legs. He wetted his fingers and then slowly pushed one finger slowly inside. It felt amazing and after several minutes he added another finger. I was in ecstasy when he started to move his fingers around. After a while he pulled them out, took 2 big shard from a baggie and put them on his fingertips before sliding them back in. I began to moan because it burn. “Just relax it will subside” Zane said while adding a third finger. After several minutes the burning stopped and my ass began to open up. Zane worked a fourth finger inside me and then continued opening my ass before pulling out. I pleaded him to put them back, but he told me that he had something that will feel a 100 times better. He then removed his shorts, lubed his dick up with some spit and placed a big shard into his piss slit. He aligned himself better and placed the head of his cock in my gaping hole. With one thrust he rammed his cock deep in me but got blocked by my inner-ring. I let out a yell and a grunt because of his invasion. He then began to push forward against the ring. I started to moan louder as he increased the pressure. Slowly my inner-ring started to open up. When Zane felt this he let out a stream of piss and deposited the big shard behind the ring before pulling out. He then pushed another shard in my ass before pushing his cock back in. While my ass was burning he started to pump his cock in and out. After a few minutes the burning stopped and I started to moan louder and louder. With every stroke his cock stretched the inner-ring before it gave way and letting his huge cock sink ball deep. The feeling of his cock engulfed by my warm insides put Zane over the edge. He began to grunt loudly, his balls tightend and his dick started to swell up, just before shooting a huge load deep in my ass. I could feel my insides filling up with his warm cum. When Zane was done he began to piston fuck my ass so hard that his creamy cum began to flowed out of my ass with every stroke. He kept fucking me for more than 40 minutes straight and loaded me up another 4 times. When he pulled out we heard the front door open and 6 hot athletic boys between the ages of 19 en 22 came in. “I would like you to meet my crew” Zane said. The boys didn’t hessite and stripped naked. I felt like a kid in a candy shop seeing at all these ripped body’s. While looking at them something caught my eye; every boy had a tattoo on the base of their cock. And when Zane stood up I saw it also on his cock. It looked like a biohazard sign. But before I could think about the meaning, I was grabbed by two of the boys who took me to a playroom with a huge bed, 2 slings and lots of toys. I was put in one of the slings and while they secured me I saw the others coming in. “Time for another vitamin shot” said Zane, and before I knew it I felt him removing the band which resulted in a strong rush and coughing harder than the first time. I saw how the other boys also administer their slams. After coughing 2 of them grabbed a videocamera and started recording. A hot 21 y/o boy walked towards me and rammed his hard cock deep in me. I screamed but he kept on brutally pounding my ass. After a while the pain started to change in pleasure again and I started to moan. After he shot his huge load deep in me he was replaced by another boy. The last one was the youngest (19 y/o) but with an enormous cock (13 inch / 33 cm). His fucking was so intense that I came twice and without hands. After he pulled out my open ass started to ooze cum so they closed my hole up with a big butt plug. They helped me out of the sling and moved me to the bed, where i lay surrounded by 7 hot boys. I was still hard and my cock was pointing straight up. One of them saw this and got up and slid in one go over my cock before riding it hard. When I said that I was about to cum he kept on riding me and squeezing my cum out of my cock. I came 2 times in his ass before he got off. Part 2 is coming soon

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

6. I was so happy that I hugged him extra tight. I think he was happy seeing how happy I was, even if he didn’t show it in the same way I did. He pushed me on the bed and lifted my legs about his shoulders. He fucked me slowly. They were intentional thrusts. They were also hitting something amazing in my ass. He started pounding harder and faster. He spread my legs wide and used them to give him better leverage. He started pounding, and I begged him for his load. He crawled on to the bed, and I cozied up next to him asking for more drugs. He said no. He told me to come join him on the bed. There was no way I could sleep feeling this wired, but he seemed like he was about to nod off. I prolly did way more drugs than he did, which might explain it. “I don’t think I can sleep, sir,” I said. “I’m still so horny and awake.” He said if I can’t sleep then be a good but and go stock up on Gatorade. Get at least 6 or 7 big bottles. And if he’s still asleep, then I should go get some cock. But I better be here when he wakes up. Found the nearest gas station and stocked up on Gatorade, came back and he was still sleeping. I was horny, but not as horny as before, but still needed some cock. I didn’t want to stray too far and was nervous about bringing someone back here and disturbing Bear. I thought of the front desk guy, wondering if he’s still here. I changed into a sluttier tank top that showed my nipples and stripped my shorts to just a pair of white boxer briefs. I went downstairs to the lobby and rung the bell. He came out from the back, stopped, and took in the sight of this young, scantily dressed boy in his motel near the side of the highway. I thought about how to approach this. Play it coy or commit? I committed and just said to him I’m feeling really horny and wanted to know if he needed any help. Not sure if he was expecting that, if he’s so used to the clientele, or if it’s this time of year due to IML bringing horned dogs far and wide to the area, but he just told me to go to the back. In no time, he was fucking me. The fuck wasn’t that hot, but the scene was. Me being so forward and slutty was. So it was overall a hot experience. I begged for his load. As he pulled out and recovered, I asked him if there are any other guests that he thinks may be down. After taking a moment to collect himself, He said I’m really hungry huh? I said yes! Just need more cock and cum from anyone. He looked convinced, reached for his walkie talkie, and told the other person on the other like to come to his office. He’s got a hot surprise. A few minutes passed, and a guy dressed like the janitor/cleaning staff enters. He was darker skinned and looked very middle age. Big gut. Rough but not rugged. Like a hard working man, but not one that was physically intensive. Just one that seemed to drain his soul, except for moments like this. I took that as my cue and started shaking my ass. I pulled my cheeks apart and winked my hole. Not wasting a moment, the new guy unbuttoned his pants and slammed his small cock into me. He fucked me fast and frantically, and came. The whole thing was really hot. I didn’t think Bear was up yet, but honestly I was starting to get a little tired at this point. I went back to the room, got naked, and cuddled up to Bear. Fell asleep in his arms. Wasn’t the best sleep honestly, but Im glad I got some sleep.

For the entire act! It’s all about the whole thing. It’s starts off for the great adrenaline rush of being penetrated and stretched open with a cock. Then the whole thrusting and feeling your top take his cock as deep as he can go in your hole as sensual or rough as you both want to go. Then the ultimate reward and thrill of that awesome act of sex between men is knowing, hearing and feeling your top’s climax occurring as his seed coats your guts and is planted inside you. Fuck! Nothing hotter than that!

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.

For my 26th birthday, I reached out to someone in my area who does edging sessions. His one condition is I have to refrain from cumming for at least a week. I agreed (spoiler: never made it to a full week). By the fourth or fifth day, I was going crazy and was hooking up with guys left and right on Grindr. The dude said no cumming, nothing about having sex. One night, I message this profile I’ve seen in my area but glossed over because he was second of third tier hot, but having fucked most of the first-tier guys that were interested, I was desperate. I went over to his place at 1am and he fucked me in a bed room without furniture. He was a flight attendant and didn’t bother investing in furniture. While the fuck was whatever, I was in major heat and told him all my dark desires of being gang fucked, no loads refused. He asked if I was on Prep and I said no, since I turned 26 and no longer qualified for parent’s insurance. He said that was risky, but if I wanted, he can set up a gang bang for me. My eyes lit up and asked him if he was serious. He said he’s always wanted to set one up and would take care of me. A few days later, he tells me to come over because he wants to dump a load. I rush over and after he fucks me, he tells me he’s found a few guys who are down. I’m so giddy and ask to see the guys he’s messaged. He opens Grindr and shows me, but I noticed that most if not all the dudes either don’t have their status, says poz, or poz undetectable. I ask him why, and he says he’s vetting them to make sure they’re undetectable because it’s safer than guys who have been untested. He is right, so I thank him for being so thoughtful. A couple more days passed, and I’m still in heat. Decided to forgo my edging session and just go full slut bottom mode. Making my rounds with guys from my neighborhood, with multiple repeat sessions. I get a message to meet him at this hotel near the airport. Go to the room and he’s inside. Tells me he has a few guys lined up for me throughout the night. I’m excited since it’s Friday, so there’s the extra fun that comes with the start of the weekend. He tells me to get naked and sniff some poppers. He offers me an edible to get me relaxed. I ask for his cock and thank him for setting this up. He fucks me really hard, harder than normal and tells me to enjoy his cum. He pulls out and feeds me some poppers, and tells me to be a good slut and show him I am slutty enough to live out my fantasies. I take this as a challenge and become determined to impress him. His name is David btw. First guy comes, and he looks very average. Unshaven pubes. A bit of a gut. Lots of untrained body hair. Average cock. Fucks me and calls me putah and maricon, and dumps his load and leaves. David tells me how hot that was, and I need to keep taking it like that. Then two guys come at same time. Seems like they knew each other. They both get undressed and say things like damn this is hot. Both look youngish, maybe mid to late 20s. They take turn fucking my hole and face. David tells them to cum in my hole and the second guy says to take his dirty load. Alarms go off in my head. I knew what that meant. Don’t know why I didn’t confront the guys before they left, but I waited until after and asked David if he was sure they were undetectable. He said yes, but they prolly like verbal poz play. I didn’t think much of it because I also like verbal poz play, which I also told him. He tells me he can instruct the guys who are also into verbal play to lean into it, and I said yes! Two more guys came at different times. They were less hot and really playing the poz verbal. Saying things like how they’ll get me pregnant. How sluts like me love and crave the gift. How I won’t have my boyish looks for long. Second guy made me beg for his poz load. Of course I did. It was so hot. Every time a guy nutted into me, David would feed me poppers, almost like a reward. Then this older daddy came. He had the body of a trucker, and kinda smelled like he had been on the road for a few days unshowered. I was so turned on. This guy was dominant and verbal. Really took his time. He told me that he bet I would still let him but inside me even if he wasn’t undetectable because sluts like me don’t care deep down. I was going along with everything he said until this point. David noticed and came closer to me and fed me some poppers. He told me to answer the hot man fucking me. Tell him what I really wanted. That I didn’t care if they were detectable, in fact I craved it. The poppers were hitting. The trucker dad was fucking me so good. I was feeling so good, when I just said fuck it and said that I would let him still breed me if he was detectable. He laughed and said he knew it. He started fucking harder and as he came, he told me to beg for his poz load. I screamed that I needed it and wanted him to get me pregnant with his poz babies. After he left, David started playing with my nips and told me that was so hot. That I love getting poz cum. He told me to tell him how much I wanted more poz cum. I confessed it was really hot and how I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I could always go on Pep after. He kissed me and said good boy. He would start looking for poz guys instead. He went back on his phone and within a few minutes, another guy came. Damn that was fast. I took three more loads that night from three more guys. I begged for their poz loads. David cuddled me and told me I was such a good boy, and asked how my hole was feeling. I told him it was super sore, but I’m glad we did it. He said he was falling for me, and I said I felt similarly. We spent the entire weekend together being really intimate. Then he said he had to go and won’t be back until the following Wednesday. After dropping him off at the airport, I realized the window for Pep had passed. I was a little nervous but didn’t dwell on it. I’m sure David only contacted undetectable guys. I heard from David increasingly less after. He said his work schedule was packed and he won’t get more long breaks for a while. A couple months after that fun hotel night, I got really sick. I told David and he said I’m a dumb bitch. Don’t contact him and go get tested. He told me that my young, innocent face deserved to get wrecked. Enjoy the bug. I was so shocked, but so turned on. I reached out to another fwb in my area and told him to come fuck me right away. FWB is a pig but was hesitant. He’s always had this fantasy of fucking someone while they’re passed out, and I’ve been reluctant. I thought hey, let’s barter. I agreed to let him give me some NyQuil and in exchange, he can do whatever he wants me with any of his friends, no questions asked. But he can’t film it, and loads have to go inside me. He came over. Anyway, David fucked me over, but set me free. He was a psychopath, but I wouldn’t be ok with taking loads with the door open at Steamworks on the regular without care if it wasn’t for him. Fuck you, but also thank you.

International Mr Leather 2024 report. IML host hotel was totally boring on Friday night. I went to Steamworks 3X in 4 days. Cumunion party on Thursday I got bred more times than I could count. Bro's with huge cocks too. Saturday afternoon the Bear party I got bred more times than I could count in 6 hours. Da' Bears know how to fuck. The Sunday Steamworks party I got bred more times than I could count. The World has changed in my favor. I'm older BBButt sex is not [banned word] anymore. Not one dude used a condom. When I lived in LA, NYC, or Chicago dudes would become hostile to me when they found out I was HIV+. Nobody cares in '24. There was too much sexxx to write about anyone as particularly exciting. Sometimes the most average looking man was the hottest load. I finally cum down a dudes throat in the dickpit. Chicago is still my favorite sex city, butt FTL is second. I still can't believe prices on everything= room + gas + steamworks admission. IML and Congress hotel just $gouge gay men.

Went to the bathhouse on Thursday evening when a special event draws in well over 120 guys each month from 6pm onwards. It’s set up for group sex and fucking in front of people as all the rooms have their doors fastened open. It’s reasonably dim in the cruising areas but not dark although the lights in some rooms are disconnected. Everyone was naked as only tiny hand towels were provided. I positioned myself self in one of rooms at the end of a corridor. Lying across the single bed, head in direction of the wall of the room, ass pointing towards the area guys can walk along past the 3 or 4 guys positioned to be picked at any one time. I guess it was variously the missionary and deep stick position often with legs up or sloping backwards. There is a lube dispenser in the room for the tops to grab a squirt to moisten their cock although none was needed after a few slippery cocks had greased my hole. The first few guys had plenty of room to fuck me but after 20 minutes it was very crowded and guys had to push past and in the semi-darkness had to use their hands to find ass and asshole although my legs in the air was a good guide. In all, 15 guys fucked me. As far as I could tell there were at least 5 very large cocks and several very short but thick ones. One guy was rock hard, long cock and went on for at least 25 minutes. As I’d been in my back with legs in the air for ages I had to change position and put my legs on the floor and be taken from behind. By the time I finished I took two loads. Reflecting on it that evening I reckoned I had really enjoyed 5 of the fucks and the other 10 were a bit nondescript although I was glad to have brought pleasure to the young tops.

I recently started to get to know my neighbor Jim down the street. He's a big man , in decent shape and real hairy. We always have casual conversations , typical stuff about house maintenance , football ,weather etc. He's divorced like me. I ended up divorced cause my X figured out I like cock too.. All my x girlfriends figured it out, heck they figured it out before I did .. I guess I have that air about me. It was a late August day and football season had started. Jim called me up and invited me over to watch a game . I said sure. When I arrived Jim let me in. He only had on a t shirt and a pair of boxers. I acted like I didn't notice , but I did , I could tell he had a big cock under those boxers. It was easy to see the outline of his big cock and balls. I had on a pair of shorts , a t-shirt and a pair of tighty whitey bottom boy briefs (just in case , ha). The game was on and he was drinking a beer and asked if I wanted one. I don't drink so I declined. He had a couch and 2 recliners. He was on the couch and I sat on a recliner just to his left. I knew I'd get a good view of his cock , the heck with the Tv ! We chatted while the game was on. I couldn't help but look over at the outline of his cock and balls through his boxers. Some of his pubic hair was poking through the fly. He kept his hand close by his cock and every now and then he would flick his cock with his thumb. It was driving me crazy. At one point I could tell it was partially hard. It made my cock get hard in my shorts but my tight briefs kept it in check.. He had a computer desk close by. At halftime something came up in the conversation about a web site he was not aware of so I offered to pull it up on his computer. He said "sure, go ahead and sit at the computer chair." I sat at his computer and he stood right next to me real close as we watched the monitor. If I turned my head to the right his cock was right there . Though not pulled out or anything just being right there at face level a foot away made me nervous and horny. I took a quick glance to the right to say something and I could see his raw cock right there at the edge of the fly . My God I was horned up to play with his big cock at this point.. My cock got rock hard as I sat there at the computer. I didn't notice at first but he had quite a few tabs open on his browser . As I looked at the tabs I noticed one of them was BBRT. I instantly recognized it as I was already a member. I acted like I didn't see it. I managed to pull the site up I was looking , though all I could think about was his cock right there so close to my mouth . As I was talking I turned my head knowing his cock was partially exposed so I could get another glimpse. He saw me looking. It was partially hard and creating the tent effect . It also was opening the fly exposing his big cock even more. I looked up at Jim as I talked trying my best to not look.. Jim was horned up and he knew something I didn't. His cock was getting more obviously hard. As we talked it busted through the fly on his boxers. It was an OMG moment. My eye's looked straight at his big cock head. It looked awesome and pointed right at my mouth. Nothing was said as I looked back into his eyes. He grabbed the back of my head and guided his big cock to my mouth. My lips went right over the head of his cock like a magnet. He moaned a little as I started sucking the head. It was a big mushroom head and tasted awesome ! As I sucked his cock he grabbed the mouse and hit the BBRT tab to open it up. There I was. He had my profile page up with me showing my ass. My ad say's I like BB , sucking , taking a load and I'm undetectable friendly. Jim say's , " I knew you were a gay bottom , you like sucking big poz cock ? , I'm poz but undetectable , that don't bother you does it ?" He held the back of head keeping his cock in my mouth so I couldn't respond ! I didn't resist so my non response while sucking his poz cock was all he needed for an answer. Jim said " I have a 7 day load built up for you!" He say's " follow me" as his cock slips from my mouth and he leads me back to his bedroom. He watched me pull my shorts off. My cock was hard as hell in my briefs as I pulled them off , It sprang out eagerly . I pulled my shirt off next. Jim's cock was standing tall through the fly of his boxers as he watched me strip naked. It was a beautiful thing. Two homosexuals hard as hell and ready for that that first time encounter. We pulled our underwear off and he got close to me rubbing his cock on mine. His looked so much bigger , which always reaffirms my submissive role. We laid on the bed and started making out. I squeezed his hard cock tight in my hand as we made out. I worked my way down to his cock stopping at his nipples. I swirled my tongue over his nips and he pinched mine pretty hard. Jim laid back on his back. His cock was standing tall and throbbing. I went down on his cock with passion , rubbing my face up and down his big cock and worked my way down to his shaved balls. I love shaved balls. I sucked and licked his balls like a good bottom boy should. They were already drawing up quite a bit and rolling around producing seed. I did one long lick all the way up to his cock head and back down sucking the underside. He loved it. I grabbed his his cock pulling it straight up and sucked his cock like it was the best cock I ever had. As I sucked Jim's big poz cock it was obvious he was a heavy pre cummer .. Just about ever time I pulled down on his cock he would push out a drop of precum.. I started using my finger to get the pre cum off his cock head and rub it on my twitching sphincter . Jim really liked that. Jim say's " yeah get that boy pussy ready." That slick precum on my sphincter felt really good which made me want that big cock up my ass.. I couldn't wait any longer and I straddled over the top and we made out while his big poz cock was positioned at my back door wanting in.. Jim say's " I can tell you need my big cock deep in your ass." I said " yes , i need some dick deep ." Jim say's " It ok baby I'm gonna fuck you real good and give you what you need." Jim takes control and gets on his knees. His cock is raging hard and loaded with cum ready to fuck my ass. I get in front of him ass up , legs spread and head down. Jim say's " tell daddy you wan his cock !" I said " gimme that cock !". I hear Jim spit on his cock.. I then felt his cock head on my sphincter rubbing it back and forth applying pressure. I said " oh yeah , gimme that poz cock." The cock head went right on in my ass. It was big and my asshole held it tight.. Jim head fucked my sphincter for a few minutes. Felt so damn good. I could feel his precum making it really slick. Jim strated driving deeper with each stroke. Jim soon was balls deep and held there keeping the pressure on as he short stroked it deep. I reach under and massaged his drawed up balls. His big cock had me moaning and my cock dripping precum.. Jim say's " I'm really close!" Jim guides me to my stomach and lays on my back. He reaches under and grabs my cock with one hand and squeezes my nipple with the other hand while kissing my neck. Jim's felt huge , I could tell it was swollen to the max and ready to cum. Jim suddenly held his cock deep as he could get and he started to shake . Jim say's " take it baby , take it" I could feel his cock pulsating as he shot his poz load. He shot load after load. Never felt a cock unload so much cum up my ass like that before. I said " jezz that feels like allot of cum !" Jim say's " I told ya had a weeks worth ." as he laughed. My ass was full of cum.. Jim kept slowly stroking my ass. He didn't lose his hard on.. Jim say's "you ready to cum for daddy ?" I say "yes!" Jim rolls me onto my back, he puts my legs up over his shoulders and resumes fucking me as I stroked my cock. It didn't take long for me to cum. My first shot of cum went right over my head ! Jim's say's " yeah baby , cum for daddy !" I had a really intense orgasm shooting cum all over my stomach. Jim laid on top of me and buried his tongue in my mouth as his cock continued to slowly fuck me. Jim say's " all that beer , I need to go pee , I'd like to piss up your ass" I said " Ok , do it!" Jim's say's " I'll douche your ass in the shower." We get up and head for the shower.. Cum is dripping out my ass as I get in the shower. Jim is right behind me still half hard.. My hands are on the wall ass out and ready.. Jim slips his cock in and rubs my back and ass.. I said " come on daddy , piss up my ass !" Jim reaches around and grabs my cock . I then feel his big cock pissing in my ass.. It was my first time having a men piss in my ass , I liked it allot.. As he pissed up my ass I started to piss too as he held my cock.. it was awesome as we both pissed at the same time.. Jim say's " oh yeah , I love it !" Jim douched my ass with his warm piss.. I turned around and we kissed and I pushed it out. It went all over the place and down my legs... Jim turned on the shower and we cleaned ourselves up.. I got on my knees in the shower and kissed Jim's big poz cock in worship. Jim says " your my bitch now " I said nothing and kissed his big poz cock again in agreement..

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 was browsing Grindr, not having much luck. I talked to multiple men, some I had met before, others I had not. None were accepting my offer of a hole to breed. Frustrated, I put my phone down and moved to my PC, planning on finding porn and using a toy for the evening. I started with bbrt, hoping for someone to take an interest. Signing in, my inbox was as good as useless; CumUnion and a non-starter "Oink!" message. Shifting my attention to the quick connect ads, I felt my eyes light up. "NEED LOOSE HOLE - HMU." I knew I had to message him, no matter the profile attached. I looked anyway. Clicking his profile name, I saw a man I couldn't resist. A muscle bear who enjoyed fisting and poz verbal. Same age as me, versatile and claimed a big dick, though had no dick pic. I didn't care about the lack of picture, as his being into fisting was enough, no matter his size. His face and body pictures showed an attractive man with great definition and plenty of body hair. I sent a message before I checked his entire profile, hoping I'd catch his attention and he'd want me. I was slim, stubbled and handsome. Not a twink, but not too far from the label. Tall, hairy and slightly muscled. Cub or otter, I couldn't say myself, but confident. While I waited for a reply, I continued looking at the man's profile. Very little detail apart from the fact that he was HIV positive. The line about poz verbal made more sense to me, then. I checked and rechecked his pictures, hoping he'd reply to the message I'd sent him. I checked the quick connect ad he'd posted a couple more times, along with my own profile and the message I'd sent him: "Loose hole looking." Had I been too direct? Should I have said "Hi" first? His reply came back within 15 minutes with an address and a phone number. I sent him a message, letting him know I was able to travel to him and I was still eager, that I'd set off to the address given within a few minutes. The man replied quickly, letting me know I'd be able to let myself in and that I should reply once I was outside his home and await instruction. I was already hard, but his message made my dick pulse. I got ready, ran down to my car and set off. The journey took me just over 30 minutes, when I check the time. I sent a fresh message to let my hook up know I was outside and awaiting his orders. I looked out my car window at the building. I was impressed, but surprised at the lack of security measures. No gates, open doors and apparently no one to challenge me just walking through the front door. My phone buzzed and I checked it immediately, excited for the meet I was about to have. "In the front door apt#2 on left door open strip inside come to bedroom listen for porn". My dick sprung up, I was ready for this. I got out of my car, walked to the front door, which was neither locked, nor manned and looked to the left. Apartment 2 was next to the main door and ajar. I walked towards it and pushed it open. Stepping inside, I closed it behind and began to strip. I slipped off my shoes, my jumper and t-shirt, followed by my jeans, socks and boxers. Stood naked in a stranger's hallway, I listened for the sound of porn. I could hear the sound of sex. Moans of a man in pleasure and a male voice talking to him, though I couldn't make out what was being said. I passed two doors and around a corner before I could see an open doorway and light projected on the wall in view. I could make out the voice, now. "You want my poz load? Fuck yeah. Take my dirty dick." Walking into the room, I saw the muscle bear in all his glory, sat on a wide, padded chair next to his bed. He was as handsome, muscular and hairy as his pictures showed. His legs were spread wide and his hand was working his hard dick, while he watched the pozzing porn on the screen behind me. I could barely believe my eyes, looking at his dick. He didn't lie, he was hung. Maybe not in length, but definitely in girth. I'd seen as long, but never as thick. "Get it wet, boy." He spoke to me, in a deep, sultry voice. I didn't wait to follow his instruction. I moved forward into the room, eyes glued to his member, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I leant forward and put my mouth over his head. My jaw was stretched and before I knew it, I had to wrap my lips around my teeth or I'd risk scratching him. "Good boy. You know how to treat a big dick, don't you?" He asked. I murmured assent, knowing he meant about my lips to avoid my teeth on his dick. I hadn't spoke a word to him, yet. That didn't matter, I knew I had to work his dick, or I'd regret it, despite his lack of threats. I felt his hands on the back of my head, gently pushing me down his shaft. I worked hard, bobbing back against the pressure he applied, getting my spit further and further down him, towards his balls. I cupped them, pulled at them softly and switched hands over again, hoping it'd be something he enjoyed. When I was allowed up for air, I gasped with strings of saliva connecting me back to his head. I used my hands to roll back his foreskin and spread my spit down to his balls. His dick glistened in the low light of the TV behind me. I spat on his dick and moved my mouth back onto him. "Fuck yes, boy. Dirty cunt," he said to me. I replied with a happy noise and continued my work. I was told I had to get him wet and so I would. "That's enough lube, get on the bed," I was told. Eyes watering, I did as I was told. I got off my knees, turned and climbed on his bed, taking my chance to look at the screen. It was a compilation video of pozzing scenes. I recognised most of them, they'd been around for years. "On your back, boy," I heard from behind me. I flipped myself over and raised my legs above my head, pulling my knees to my chest. I looked the man in charge in the eye and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Good boy," he said as he dropped to his knees. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, as he started to eat my hole. I moaned as he squeezed my cheeks and forced his tongue into my hole. "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on and he worked my hole so well. He pulled away to say "you like that, boy? You want that cunt worked open?" "Yes, please," I moaned back to him as he dove back between my cheeks. He stood back up and turned to his night stand. Picking up a brown bottle, he uncapped it, sniffed it, then offered it to me, before spitting directly down onto his dick and moving his hips forward. I took the bottle and sniffed like he did. I sniffed again, knowing the stretch I was about to feel with only spit. I felt his head at my hole, pushing forward. "Oh, god," I managed, as his thick member forced its way into me. I huffed the poppers again, trying to adjust before he fucked in earnest. "Oh fuck yes, good boy." "Thank you, Sir. You're so fucking thick, start slow please." I begged him. He was kind, he started slow. I huffed poppers as he slowly got me used to his girth and spat on his dick every few thrusts. Hearing the poz porn from the TV, and watching his body over me turned me on. I loved watching and feeling him spit on his dick while he was still inside me, getting me ready for what was to come. "You feel nice and loose now. You ready for my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear. "Yes, please, sir. My hole's all yours, I'm ready for you," I replied to him, clinging to his body. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his torso. I could feel him starting to sweat, I was too. Our hair was starting to matt. He leaned back up, breaking my arms' grip. He spat in my face, to my delight. My dick pulsed and he chuckled, "Filthy cunt. Look at your dick. You've covered us both in pre-cum." I moaned back at him, as he thrust inside me, to the hilt. "Do you pre-cum?" I asked him. "Yeah I do. You like that? You like my poz pre-cum?" "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted back at him. "Give me more!" He laughed at me. "I knew you were a sleazy bottom. Are you on PreP, boy?" "No, Sir." I stated, still moaning around the words. "Good boy. You gonna take my loads tonight? I'm not on meds." "Yes, Sir. I want your toxic dick! I want your loads. Give it to me!" The verbal I'd been watching for years burst out of me. I'd always enjoyed it, but never knew I'd commit to it so wholeheartedly. "Fuck yes, boy. I was hoping you'd want my gift." He started to pound me and I started to moan like a bitch in heat. His dick stretched me out, giving me the sensation I'd enjoyed on toys and fists. I moved my hands over his body, enjoying the sweat dripping off him and encouraging him to fuck me harder, while I egged him on. "Breed me, infect me. Give me your poz load. Don't pull out, keep going. I want it, Sir, give it to me," I told him. "You're gonna get it. I'm gonna mark you, boy. Make you mine. Your cunt is mine now, you're mine. I'm gonna give you my poz strain." He whispered back. He fucked me hard, flipped me over and fucked harder. "You want it, boy? You sure you want my toxic load? Fucking say it!" "I want it, Sir. Give me your toxic load! I want you to infect me. I want your dirty dick inside me, Sir. I need it." I shouted back at him. His movements were getting more frantic. He was going to cum soon and I could feel my dick bouncing against me. I had to concentrate not to cum before he did, I didn't want to disappoint him. His rhythm was getting quicker and he started moaning. I encouraged him "that's it, keep going, cum inside me, don't pull out. Please breed me. I want it, poz me, Sir. Give me that toxic load." He moaned louder than he had and stopped moving for a second, before carrying on pumping. I could feel his thick dick pulsing inside my hole and I pushed back into him. I wanted every drop. I wanted his load inside me completely. Once he'd stopped thrusting, he chuckled one last time and pulled out. I clenched my hole down once I realised what he was doing and spun round to clean his dick. "Oh fuck, boy. Ah. Ah. Stop!" Pulling me off his dick he said, "I'm too sensitive after I cum. But that was hot, ass to mouth is hot. Now get back up on the bed. On your back. I'm gonna work that load in."

Like many guys, I expect, I instantly lose my sexual urge once I've cum. I have a desire to be made to cum then locked in chastity and gangbanged bareback by strangers. Has anyone experienced it or also have a similar desire.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

Mike was scared as hell as he followed Bobby and “Master” into the dungeon It had been super uncomfortable to tell Marc that he was also in love with Uncle Martin and that he was going to be his second lover. He had found his little brother alone in his room and shared the "news" “But you are straight!” Marc had said, clearly surprised and put off by this “I’ve been hiding who I really am. I came out to Bobby and Uncle Martin at lunch and told them I was also in love with our uncle. Bobby was nice enough to agree to share his husband with me and and Uncle Martin said he loved me too. So there you have it” Mike lied trying to sound convincing Marc looked sad and for some reason said “Thank you , Big Brother” ‘For letting you know?” Mike asked “Yeah, thank you for letting me know. I hope you can be happy” Marc had said still sounding sad Now in the dungeon Master had told him to strip and bust out his own anal cherry the same way he had made Bobby do it. Mike moaned in pain as he worked his way down the huge dildo, This was far worse than he imagined as he moved up and down. He could not believe that according to Bobby he would come to love and even crave this feeling Master kicked his les out from underneath him when he had about six inches to go and Mike plunged down on that dildo that Bobby had learned was made from a cast of Master’s cock The pain was incredible but Mike’s cock got rock hard “Someone is a masochist, interesting” Master said in a pleased tone He flipped the switch on the back of the chair and the vibration and shocks started as Mike was made to read his consent to what was happening to him into the camera. The difference was that the shocks that hid just been pain to Bobby made Mike’s cock drip, Mike had the family’s more than adequate cock and it twitched with every shock Master and Bobby strapped Mike down for his first breeding and the pumps were attached to his nipples “I know you hate this even more than Bobby does so I am going to make yours even bigger than his. You will spend at least a hour every singe day being pumped and stretched, without fail. I will let you know when they are big enough. It’s going to be a while” Master said as the suction took hold for the first time Mike hated the idea but the suction almost made him cum Once Mike was totally immobile Master had Bobby put a pair of headphones on him Master leaned close and pressed a button then whispered in that silky manipulative voice of his “You deserve this, you want this, your body loves pain because you know you need to be punished, you know I’m doing this for your own good and it’s your fault I have to hurt you, It’s your fault I’m going to infect you with HIV, you are not even really a man, yu know you want to be my pretty girl and get pregnant with my viral baby” Then he pressed the button again, then another button and those evil, manipulative, pervasive words started playing over and over quietly. He could hear hat was said around him over the mind fucking whispers as he started to understand why Bobby had so much trouble and gave in each time. This evil voice was also the voice of his father figure and that made it even harder to resist Mike was on his back with his legs spread wide and bent to his chest. His hole was exposed and vulnerable. PrEP was not a 100% guarantee. It was close but there was always the slightest chance… Master rammed into him balls deep and probably would have torn him apart if not for the well lubed dildo he had just been sitting on. It still hurt like hell though. Master pounded him hard and Mike came hard from the pain and those words “you are not even really a man, yu know you want to be my pretty girl and get pregnant with my viral baby”, Deep down inside a twisted part of him wanted exactly that. He had a bigger problem than Bobby because he could not deny some of the things Master said were true. His cock spewing cum without him touching himself as Master fucked him was all the proof anyone needed ************************ Bobby watched as Master fucked his brother. He remembered the latest poison seed Master had been planting in him for the last week “Don’t be jealous of your brother. I will still have plenty of time to hurt you and plenty of cum to breed you with” It would never have occurred to him to be jealous till Master had said that, but the seed had taken root and Bobby fought resentment for the attention Mike was getting from Master Bobby shook himself. What a ridiculous thought! He hated what Master did to him! If anything, he should feel sympathy for his brother… but when Master praised Mike for cumming for him without touching himself the jealousy surged back. He saw Master watching him and tried to hide what he was feeling but Master smiled and started telling Mike what a pretty girl he was and how good his ass felt , how he was going to enjoy getting Mike pregnant so much and the anger rose even higher in him Master pounded his brother even harder and then shouted “Take my toxic seed, pretty girl! I’m putting my toxic baby in you right now!” and Bobby could see Master's balls pull up and pulse as they pumped toxic cum into his brother’s neg ass Bobby seethed with jealousy and resentment. He saw Master smirking at him and knew he had lost another battle, slipping further into this evil man's control Master pulled out, walked over to Bobby and whispered in his ear “That felt so good, I love your brother’s ass. I know you are jealous so I’m going to give you the chance for revenge” Then he said loud enough for both to hear “Bobby, I’m going to let you make a decision and I won’t be upset either way you decide. Your brother is tied up and helpless. You can let him loose or you can fuck him and breed him. If you let him loose, the session is over for today. If you fuck him I’m going to keep him in pain for another hour. It’s your choice” ************************* Mike sighed in relief and closed his eyes… it was over for today.. Bobby would free him and it would be over Then his eyes flew open as he felt a cock almost as big as Master’s ram up his ass. Bobby, his beloved older brother was fucking him with a look of anger on his face Master smiled and did something that increased the suction on his already sore nipples, making them hurt even more, which made Mike’s cock start to harden again “You think you are so special, you little bitch!” Bobby growled “You think Master wants you more than he wants me! Master married ME! Not you! You can never have that! I will always come first with Master! You are just going to be a cumdump for both of us! Now take my cum like the slut you are!” Bobby said and Mike felt his brother’s cock pulsing inside of him as Bobby bred him and the shame and humiliation of it made him cum again Master praised Bobby and then proceeded to fuck Mike three mort times for over the promised hour. When he was finally finished he pulled the suction cups off Mike’s nipples and the pain was the worst of the day. To his same Mike came again The next day Master reversed the roles, Bobby was the one tied down and in pain and Mike was the one who was made jealous. Mike fucked his brother even more brutally than he had been fucked the day before ******************* Martin was enjoying turning the two brothers against each other. He wanted to be the only focus in their lives and making them compete for his attention just made them easier to control. He made Bobby responsible for strapping Mike down and pumping his nipples every day and that added to the contention between them. When Mike was not so horned up that he could not think, he hated the change to his chest. Within weeks Mike’s nipples caught up and passed Bobby’s who was allowed to pump only to maintain what he had now The two sniped at each other almost constantly outside the dungeon and it was music to Martin’s ears as he continued to set them against each other ********************* Bobby sat at his best friends house, Mike was in his arms as they talked, naked in bed “How does he manipulate us so easily?” he asked his brother, then he absently kissed him on the cheek “I don’t know, when I see him paying attention to you and I see red. I can’t help it” Mike responded When they were alone together there was nothing but love between them. They even made love to each other to strengthen their bond. They couldn’t help it. They were falling in love with each other “Thank god we talked it out, I was so angry with you that I hated you for a while” Bobby said “We have to agree that anything that happens with him around is not out fault. I will never blame you for anything you do under his control and I hope you do the same for me” Mike said “Yes, my head clears as soon as he is not around and I feel instantly sorry for the things I did, I love you so much Mike” Bonny reapplied squeezing his little brother in his arms “You guys have fun! I got a hot date” Bobby’s best friend allied from downstairs. The guy was great. He didn’t care why Bobby and Mike needed to hide together here, or what they did together, he was just happy to help out As they heard the front door close they started kissing for real. Bobby was definitely the more aggressive of the two. He was the top nearly all the time He had not blinked when Mike had asked him “Can you call me your girl?” The first time they made love, Between them it was an expression of love not derogatory or meant to demean He got on top of Mike who was now on his back “I need to be in my girl so much” He said and lifter Mike’s legs to his shoulders, sliding in with practiced ease “Fuuuukkk I love my big handsome brother man in me” Mike moaned After a few minutes Bobby flipped him over and took him on his hands and knees “Ohh fuck,,, do it Big Brother! I need it!” Mike told him Bobby reached under his brother and his fingers found those big, sensitive nipples and began pinching and pulling on them, almost like he was making them as he slid in and out of his little brother They tried to turn everything bad Martin did to them into something wonderful between them but something in Mike was broken. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get off without a little pain and humiliation, His hatred of the way his nipples looked now was the easiest way for Bobby to satisfy that need in his brother/lover, After just a few minutes the two brothers came together, bobby filling Mike’s ass with cum and Mike shooting into his cupped hand, then sharing the load with the brother he was in love with The love they had for each other finally turned the tide in their wars with Martin’s control. They couldn’t help what they did when with him but sometimes they could look at each other and calm the other with a look of love. Things went along smoothly as possible for two boys under the control of am evil, sadistic, manipulator until the 2nd time they both tested neg despite Martin’s best efforts A week later Martin summoned them to the dungeon “You are more clever than I give you credit for Bobby. This had to come from you or you would have been infected before Mike came along” he said holding two PrEP pills in his hands The boys were so frightened they couldn’t say anything “The PrEP will be completely out of your system in 30 days It had better be. If you do not test HIV positive in four months I will poz Marc on his 18th birthday the throw you all out into the streets. I promise you, you will only get one chance at this ’m going to save my cum until then so I will be shooting huge, toxic loads. I will infect you both or you will be living on the streets with a brother who has even more health issues. Bobby, you will sign these papers granting me full custody of Marc so I can control his healthcare so you don't try to get him on PrEP too. I warn you if you don’t so exactly what I say I will say I have new found religious beliefs that reject modern medicine and cut off all his medications within a week I will enslave and pox him on his 18th birthday no matter what you do. If you boys play by my rules I will keep supporting all three of you, if not you will be three homeless poz boys Helplessly Bobby signed the papers “Now get out of my sight” Martin said waving them out Bobby knew the PrEP would loose most of it’s affectedness after just 7 days, 30 days wah to have every trace of it out of their blood He was so upset. He couldn’t think of a way out this time. The only thing he could think to do was write his dad ****************** For being in prison Paul had a pretty pleasant life right now. He had his husband who he loved so much and he got to force his cock into unwilling neg holes and poz them once or twice a week. If Paul didn’t do it, someone else would and Paul had a 100% batting average for making these boys love his cock by the end of their first fuck. Paul had a real talent for converting straight men to wanton cumdumps His favorite person to fuck was his husband Carl though. For the last few months Carl had been his submissive bottom every night. “I’m not just your husband, I belong to you Paul, you own my mind, my body and my soul. I love you so much My Master” Carl would whisper deep in the night. They both knew they only had about 5 months left together before Tony’s plan would free Paul. That would separate them forever because Carl would never get out of prison. He was serving three life sentences Paul savored every moment with this wonderful, gentle, loving man The guard came around with the mail. He tossed a letter to Paul and said "The Warden wants to see you” to Carl The letter was from Bobby and it told him all about the PrEP disaster and Martin’s threats. Once again Paul cursed these prison walls, There was nothing he could do! No way he could help his sons in time Then a solution of sorts presented itself The solution was in the short term incredibly painful but offere4d hope in the future. Paul had to rewrite the letter he wrote back to Bobby twice because tears smeared the ink of the first two. They were both teas of pain and tears of joy *********************** About a week and a half after Martin had confronted them Bobby and Mike sat sunk in depression at Bobby’s best friend’s house when they heard a knock on the front door Bobby’s friend called up to them “Bobby! There is someone here to see you” Bobby and Mike went down the stairs and saw a tall, bald muscular man somewhere in his 40s standing there The man’s eyes teared up when he saw them “You have to be Bobby and Mike, you look so much like your dad” in a voice that seemed on the verge of tears “Do we know you?” Bobby asked “Here, this will explain it all” the man said handing him a letter It was from their dad and it started Dear Bobby: The man giving you this letter is my husband, Carl. He’s there to poz you and Mike before Martin can... ************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Carl to the rescue? Let me know what you think Scanbu

A bit more... Beyond the chemical component of an added, external drug (i.e., the cognitive and emotional elements). The fact that you "want to top/breed," to me speaks of a part of you that is not bottom. As i see it, the sexual spectrum is infinitely individual, and can be fluid (for some more than others). i wonder if you've been habitually bottom, and if you maybe psych yourself out, fearing you cannot get hard can keep you from getting hard. Do you wake up hard? Or do you get hard when not really thinking about it? That would indicate that, physiologically, you can get hard. If that's the case, then i'd suggest that you keep nurturing your desire to breed this guy, fantasize, masturbate, imagine, etc., fucking and breeding this guy to sorta overwhelm your habitual practice of being a bottom? i'm totally speculating here, just some thoughts.

Definitely #1, offer that hole in any and all playspaces.

Good guess but it gets much more twisted than that

After a couple weeks most of the details had been handled. Norma had made all the arrangements in advance and an urn containing her remains was respectfully packed to be taken home by the boys His sons were named Charles and Dallas but preferred to go by Chip and Dale and yes they knew both the chipmunk and erotic dancer implications ro those names though both had been far before their time Nick had initially apologized to them for not being there before this point “What do you have to apologize for? You had no idea we existed and I don’t think it took you even half a day to get to us once you did find out” Dale said “If anything, we should apologize. We knew about you and even had your phone number from Mom’s phone number but we never reached out to you. Grandpa would have freaked out” Chip followed up “You did what you had to do. Lets just be happy we have each other now” Nick said and they dropped the subject As for their home and where it was going to be. That very first night as they all dealt with the shock and grief of Norma’s passing, the boys had asked to spend the night anywhere but in the place they grew up, Nick had taken a large hotel suite and there was more than one bedroom so that was no problem If Dale’s hair had not been long while Chip had a shorter, well styled hair, Nick would never have been able to tell them apart at first but over time he would learn their personalities were very different Chip was intelligent but he tended to be very intense and serious, He wanted to get things done with no fuss or muss. He came to remind Nick of Zeke Dale was just as intelligent but had an easy going, somewhat forgetful personality what was so like Dr. Cole, it made Nick smile sometimes. Dale never forgot the important things but the little things sometimes slipped his mind That first night the boys had chosen to sleep in the same room though they could have had their own bedroom as the suite had three As they got to know the boys Nick and Tex found out why they didn’t want to go to the house they had been raised in beyond packing up a few personal things and their clothes Norma’s Dad had been a religious fanatic and displayed the casual cruelty so many people like that inflicted on anyone who did not live up to their standards. At the age of six he had made the boys start sleeping in different rooms just for the sadistic pleasure of separating them. He didn't like the way the boys always ended up in one bed and had called them “little perverts” as long as they cold remember He had bought a new, bigger house just to have the room to get them apart and even locked f them in to prevent them from sneaking in with each other. Good thing there was never a fire He didn’t lock their windows however and the back porch provided an east walkway. They never got caught once Nick didn’t get the sense the boys were doing anything more than sleeping together all that time. They were by no means innocent but their wisecracks and jokes had an innocent quality to them. Nick and Tex could tell the boys knew about sex but had never actually done it Her dad had their mom totally cowed so she let him treat them however he wanted. After his death and some intensive counseling she started to grow more confident, The boys suspected from stray comments she made that they her dad had been the pervert living in the house but she never confirmed it and they respected her decision Then the cancer hit and in six months she was gone The boys wanted everything in the house to be auctioned off and the house to be sold so Nick hired a company to do just that, The auction house had appraisers go through the house and when they were though he asked for the high end value of the house's contents then paid four times that amount, had it all packed up and delivered to a storage facility just outside the city he and Tex lived in, The packers were paid extra to separate out pictures, scrap books and anything else that looked personal. Those were packed in two boxes and shipped to the apartment where Nick quietly put them in the back of his closet. He hadn’t told the boys about any of this but their memories and mementos would be there if they ever decided they wanted them. He would tell them that in a year or so The top floor of the apartment Nick shared with Tex was actually two master suites separated by the foyer which was two stories tall and they were connected by a walkway at the top of the stairs. Barry technically lived in the larger of the two guest rooms on the first floor but spent most nights with Tex and Nick As they were wrapping things up with the sale of he house and the boys finished their last three weeks of high school Nick made some calls. The second master suite was repainted and refurbished, he let the boys pick the colors and furniture style and was pleased that they seemed to have good taste Nick and Tex attended the boy’s graduation and were proud to see that Chip and Dale had tied for first in their class. As a graduation present they gave each boy a $20,000 gift card to spend on clothes and whatever else they needed once they got “home” as the boys were already calling the apartment though they had never seen it. They wanted to see an apartment that was nearly twice as big as the house they grew up in and had a pool to boot Barry was waiting for them when the elevator doors opened “Welcome home” He said with a big smile The boys both froze when they got a look at him “Ummm Dad? Why do we look exactly like Tex’s son? Tex had mentioned that his son, Barry lived with them a few times Barry was just as wide eyed “Yeah it is kind of obvious Big Brother” he said and the secret was out Nick sighed “Lets go sur in the living room and I will tell you a story” he said “Is this a happily ever after story?” Dale asked Nick looked at his father and said “So far it has been” Nick told them everything from beginning to end and just hoped they could understand “So, you are telling us that Tex is our step dad AND our Grandfather? That Barry is our Uncle and he has sex with you and Tex? That you are all HIV positive? That despite being father and son, that you two are LEGALLY married?” Chip asked incredulously “It took some doing but yes, we are legally married and yes I have sex with my father and brother and yes we are all poz” Nick said Chip and Dale looked at each other and Nick saw something pass between them. Something that looked an awful lot like hope Dale grinned wickedly then and turned to Tex “Can we call you Grampy?” he asked sounding far more innocent than his face showed “Only if you want to be taken over my knee and spanked. Tex will do” Tex growled and everyone laughed Two weeks later the boys turned 18 and things relaxed in the house, Nick, Tex and Barry were still more careful to close doors and drapes but at least being seen wouldn’t be a crime now Things started to happen around the house. One afternoon Tex called “Anyone else want tea” from the kitchen as they all sat in the living room They all heard a loud POOF and Tex walked in, wide eyed, holding the tea canister and covered in flour The twins cracked up and soon Nick and Barry had to join them though they tried to hold it in Tex just glowered at his giggling grandsons Chip and Dale cheerfully went into the kitchen to clean up the mess and made everyone tea, which was now in the flour canister Nick found that every pen at his desk now had either purple or pink ink in it and got a poof of glitter when he opened up the side drawer to get a new one The twins never would say how they got the bullfrog that scared the hell out of Barry by croaking loudly from the toilet while he brushed his teeth They finally called a family wide truce after the boys came home one afternoon to find their room had been redone in a “Barbie” motif complete with throw rugs, curtains and bed linens “If these jokes stop I won’t have the painters come in and make your room look like the inside of a pepto bottle” Nick said pleasantly from the door as the two gaped “You know we hate Barbie and do you know bad our hair would clash with pink walls?” Dale asked “That was a consideration when we decided in your room’s new theme” Tex said from behind Nick “Ginger on pink is really unattractive” Barry agreed from the hall “Change it back! We will stop!” Chip said and from then on there was peace in the house Barry’s wedding was fast approaching, there was less than a month to go, The twins had met Wade and his son Alan and again had no problem accepting the somewhat unusual relationship between the three. The boys were especially fond of Wade who they always treated with respect and called “Gramps” much to the silver Daddy’s delight They were all sitting in the living room talking about the upcoming wedding and honeymoon when they heard the sound of a helicopter approaching. Zeke sometimes flew in from the estate and landed his copter on the building next door so they didn’t think much of it till it got much closer than it normally did The plants by the pool started thrashing and a strong wind came in the doors. A rope ladder dropped from the sky and a very muscular woman in a black suit and sunglasses climbed down it, a black duffle dropping behind her Everyone but Tex and Barry freaked out, Tex just rolled his eyes The woman stood framed in the door as the ladder disappeared and the helicopter flew off “Really Carry?” Barry said “You really pulled a stunt like that after telling me you couldn’t get time off to attend my wedding?” Then he jumped up and hugged the woman tightly “Hello Dad” she said to Tex, then laughed “Barry don’t crack my ribs!” Tex went and hugged her too “It’s so good to see you Carry! It’s been so long!” he said. Tex obviously adored his daughter Nick approached a bit shyly “Hello Carry I’m…” was as far as he got before the woman grabbed him and hugged him tight “You are the big brother I never met who makes my Dad so happy, it’s nice to finally meet you Nick” she said with a huge smile There were higs for Wade nd Akan too “Carry these are my sons, Chip and Dale” Nick said indicating the twins who stood nearby Carry looked at the boys with compassion “Do you mind if I hug you boys?” She asked and they shook their heads The hug she gave them was very maternal and the boys seemed to pick up on that, relaxing into the hug. They would share a very special relationship with their Aunt Carry for the rest of their lives. She wasn’t mom but she mothers them from that moment on and that was something they needed to heal “How long can you stay?” Nick asked herm really wanting to get to know his sister and hoped this would not be a short visit “Indefinitely” She sad “I quit the service when they would not give me the time off for the wedding. Besides, I have been worrying about the fact that you guys have zero security here for years. I am going to organize full time security around this building. You and Dad are very well off and people try to take advantage of things like that sometimes” Nock blinked and though he had never thought about it before, he had to agree with her. What would he do if someone threatened Tex or one of his sons? Rather than protesting he just said “how much of a budget will you need?” She told him and it was less than he expected “You got it and if you need more just ask. I will introduce you to Theo, he secures the building next door for out friends, maybe you two can coordinate” he said “Way ahead of you there, Theo is a legend and I will be working through the company he works for. I actually know his boss Sal and I will be learning all I can from both of them” she said and it was all settled Carry moved into the 2nd guest room at first but after Barry’s wedding she moved down to the old hookup apartment Nick and Tex never used anymore The security she organized was almost invisible and almost never intruded in their lives Nick came to deeply love his sister over time and she was just as fond of him The boys decided to attend a nearby college that was just a short drive or a long walk away but a month before classes started they came to Nick with a request “Dad” Chip said “We want to go to Costa Del Stonewall and get married” He took Dale’s hand in his “We have been in love since I can remember but Grandpa practically beat into us that sex was only for married people and it’s hard to get past that. It’s how we were raised" “When you said you were legally married to Tex we finally saw a way we can be together but we didn’t want to steal Uncle Barry’s thunder so we waited till after his wedding” Dale said “Sons, if that will make you happy then of course I will take you! I’m so happy for you two!” Nick said It took about a week to arrange and everyone went, Zeke, Tommy and Red flew them all down on the Ze-Corp Jet, They had never heard of the place and it’s laws so they took the opportunity to finally, legally bring Red into their marriage. Charles and Dallas were married at sunset, standing on the beach with their entire family in attendance. They had slept together almost every night of their lives but never been in bed naked together before. They had always given each other privacy to take care of their own needs so they had never even seen each other naked before. The temptation would have been too much That night they kissed and Dale’s hands were actually shaking as he pulled his twin’s shirt over his head ad then slid his pants down, then Chip did the same for him There were really no surprises, they were twins in every way. They were both hung nicely, about 8 inches, uncut and had low hanging proportionate balls. The were both almost completely smooth except for a ginger bush above their cocks and a thin treasure trail that ran thinly up to their navels Even though both boys would tell you that they personally were nothing special to look at, in their love filled eyes, their twin was the most beautiful man on earth They fell into the roles they had always known the would, Dale was always going to be the top and Chip the bottom, They didn’t want it any other way between them Chip sank to his knees and sucked his brother, he had watched lots of porn so he had a general idea what to do. It was inelegant but it got Dale hard Fucking was a bit easier, Dale was very gentle and it only hurt a little. The were 18 years old so the managed to get off, several times and it just made them closer “We can be stubborn and try to learn this all on our own or we can ask for help” Dale said as they lay in bed holding each other while they were naked for the first time “We have the experts right across the foyer from us, Why not ask them?” Chip agreed “Do you care that we will probably get HIV?” Dale asked Chip shrugged “It’s treatable, Dad and Tex don’t seem to have any ill effects and you know they are unmedicated. I think we can live with it too” “Besides, Dad and Tex ate hot” Dale Said “Yeah, they are” Chip agreed "The one I really want to be with is Wade though, all that silver fur is so hot” Dale said “You think uncle Barry will share?” Chip asked “All we can do is ask” Dale said and he kissed his twin/husband, holding him till they fell asleep They all flew home the next morning and the twins decided to ask for help the next day, to give everyone a chance to rest up ******************************************************************************************************* Next Chapter: Oh, Hell Yes! Let ne know what you think Scanbu

Every once in a while, the "sadist" part of me rolls out. (I use the term sadist lightly.) Occasionally, I really enjoy fucking a hookup missionary or in a sling so I can better jerk him off or have the sub jerk himself off. When he cums, he will inevitably tighten up on me which is simply exquisite. Then when he starts to mellow and get the inevitable post-nut clarity, I begin my final assault on his ass. Short thrusts, long thrusts, whatever I want because his hole tends to struggle to offer any resistance. He effectively becomes a used fuckhole for my sole use and pleasure. Then, when I am ready, I can breed him. And for the record, I also enjoy being on the receiving end though I like to be cuffed or restrained. It's only happened a few times in 20 years but the euphoria is beyond comparison.

I was alone in my office one Saturday, was a bit horny and started cruising Grindr when I came upon a guy very close by. His profile looked great...No face pic but nice body. 38, 5-10, 170, slim, otter and tagged bb. Status wasn't listed. I messaged him and asked him what he was looking for. He responded he was looking to be fucked. I asked if I could breed him and he responded of course as he hated condoms. He asked if I could host and I replied yes. I gave him my office address and told him when he got here I would let him in. Within a few minutes he messages me, I go downstairs and I recognize him as a counselor at the clinic I go to for my HIV treatment. He always visits the exam room to talk about safe sex. I always thought he was hot. I let him in and he smiles acknowledging he recognized me. When we got to my office we immediately start kissing and I tell him I thought he was hot. He said he thought I was hot too and always wanted my poz dick....even though I'm undetectable. He knelt down, swallowed my cock and got me so hard. I told him to take his pants off and get on the conference table legs up. His ass is that the edge and I lifted his legs exposing a hairy hole that tasted a bit musky. One it was wet and sloppy I pulled out poppers, shared them with him and slid in. We kissed as I fucked and we were both so verbal with banter about my status. Within a couple minutes I unloaded in him. He cleaned my dick off and left. I see him every 6 months at my appointment and we just smile

Alright BZ hive mind... I am fairly certain this is from a condom porn scene but I still found it hot, especially watching the bottom take a cock from his superior. (I always enjoy the thrill of busting cherry and the facial reactions...). Any ideas?

I wonder how does it feel like to give money to a criminal organization that wants to take away your rights and outlaw the way you live. I guess I'll never know.

I would much rather do quickies and feel his nutt bust inside me. Sometimes its actually annoying when the man doesn’t cum before 15 mins.heres one of the first pics i posted after my sexual awakening

The $200 M is between his campaign and the RNC combined. I personally gave Trump a large donation the day after the felony convictions occurred.

This is also my point. I need the sensation of being stuffed with a cock. Of course I always want and hope for breeding but I can be satisfied with simply (good quality) fuck.

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

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."

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

When I first started on prep I was sent to a doctor who did HIV care exclusively and the waiting room was filled with gay men. Many were chatting with each other which lead me to believe they all know each other. I got called in and was interviewed by a hot male nurse about my sexual habits, likes and dislikes, promiscuity, recent encounters, places I frequent, etc. I think the more I spoke, the more he got turned on and wanted to know more. Finally after about 45 minutes the interview was done and the doctor came in and saw me. He went over some of the information, talked to me about routine testing and follow up and prescribed my PREP treatment and I left. About a month later I was out at a club, it was late, like 1:45am and low and behold I get cornered by the nurse, who at this time was a little drunk. He told me how turned on he got about all the stuff I do and have done and told me I should call him because I'm just his kind of guy. We started talking and ended up going to his place and I let him have his way with me. After that, he made sure to check me in for follow up visits and I'd suck his dick once we got into the exam room. We hooked up a few times after that outside of the clinic but he was a whore and constantly looking for new action, but I still sucked his dick every time I went in for a follow-up. A year later I changed insurance and no longer went to that clinic.

I'll try not to make this too long but I love reading all the stories on here and like to share mine as well. I've kinda been exploring more of my bi side but I'm still a total bottom. About a year ago I ran into a girl I grew up with at a bdsm munch. She was in a relationship with a couple and we all started hanging out but never did anything sexual. A couple months ago they decided to break up with her and I was there just as a shoulder to cry on. We ended up getting really close and spent many nights chatting about kinky stuff. She has seen my profile on a few sites and knows what I'm into. For a few months I've been chatting with a top with the profile name hole wrecker. We finally set up a meet for last weekend. He had to drive 2hrs so I agreed to host for 1 night and maybe 2 if it went well. So the holiday weekend comes and I get everything ready. I shave, clean out, have food and booze. About an hour before he is going to show up i get a call that his car over heated and he can't make it. I'm not sure if I got played but I was really bummed that I wasn't getting the hole wrecking I was looking forward too. So my friend txt and asks if I have anything going on so I tell her what happened and told her to come over if she wanted. She comes over and we cook dinner, have a few drinks and pick out some movies to watch. We are sitting on the couch and I get a txt from the guy apologizing for not showing up with a pic of his hard cock. She catches a glimpse and then asks if she can see it. I let her scroll through our txt and then she pauses the movie for a bathroom break and to freshen our drinks. What happened next was about the hottest thing I've seen a girl do. She hands me my drink and written in black lipstick on the inside of her arm are the words hole wrecker. She looked at me and said I might not have a huge cock but I bet I can wreck that ass. One minute later we were naked on the floor. I was on my side and she laid down behind me and gave me the most aggressive punch fucking I've ever had. She punched like crazy for a full 20 min. When she finally pulled out we just laid on the floor. I looked at here are and saw how much lipstick had rubbed off her arm. She was punching a good 13in in and out. The rest of the weekend was a blurry of kinky fun.

My profile photo is my hole. I don't think I can be much more obvious than that. The photo was taken by a member during a massage, which ended up with him fucking me and dumping a nice load right up inside me. I'd be interested in hearing what guys think of it.

I would love to swap bugs and poz loads with you stud

oh i've given to the dems many times 😜 in a way it's the same: Hillary's emails, Hunter's lap top, Clinton's bj, Obama's beige suit... people are losing their shit over things i just shrug off. as no biggie if others can shrug off Alito's insurrection flags, Trumps unending criminal probes, Thomas' $4M grift gifts, what can i say: i see the dress as blue and black, they see it as white and gold. (btw, did u see the dress couple is getting div cause he a wife beater!)

[think before following links] https://x.com/i/status/1480201708739473416 so hot!

Totally agree, especially if he's dressed in black rubber or leather....... (Tom of Finland style).

So here i am, all this is a fantasy, wished it happened to me, be kind nothing is accurate, beeing from france i still hope to get you hard.... So its the end or the beginning Gradution has passed, I just turned 18. For my birthday and graduation my friends gave me a fake ID so i could go to this gay club i wanted to go to. So i'm Jeremy, I'm out for years, classic twink, even though since harms and legs if I may say., no hair body, total bottom. Till this point I had 2 "boyfriends", the first one was great, i sucked him and would cum in my mouth everytime, that's how i got hoocked. Then the captain of the baseball team caught me snifing his underwear, he wanted to fuck me, i was so into it that i said yes. Once in me he didn't last long. After that I became a cum slut lover So back to my birthday/ graduation My friends knew i wanted sex, but not so abvious, so after getting in the club, i was offerded a hard drink for my birthday (thanks for the fake id) I started to feel free and started to dance. This is it, the moment I meet him, the most beautiful man, dancing only wearing pants, his slim torso and abs, his hair dancing, i wanted to join him. Of course I got scared.... I went back to the bar meet my friends, they offered me shoot of vodka, and a second... I needed to got to bathroom so I went; I stembled into this again cutest guy as he was using the urinoir. I wanted to kiss him, taste the last drop.... He saw my face in the mirror, i just said I needed to use the looo with a "what ever" vibe. Once I was done, he just turned me uround, as I was prepared to puch him, he started to kiss me, so passionate. I was expecting to go back to the dance floor, but he pushed me into a stall, pushed my head to his pants, i was thinking of his underwear, i could have smel, but he didn't have any, his raw musk was inceanting. I fell for it, and let my tongue like his dick, as soon I touched his dick I was in love, I wanted him, all of him, his soual, his body, his dick, his cum So i started to suck him as I wanted his load to pleasure him. He finaly told me to open my mouth as I looked at him cumming. It went everywhere, most on my mouth, my face, my hair.... I wanted to clean up, he told me no, your friends and mine should apprieate what we have. I was kinda pride as we went back to the bar with HIS cum on my face, I felt like I wanted to, a slut.... As we went back to the bar, my best friend said "you got rest on your face, you dindn't clean it up" with that we laught but I looked at Peter, "i want you to lick the rest of your cum and fuck me with it inow" as I said in his ears. "We are going" looking at my friends, he said "take numbers, i know you all be fucking soon, tonight you know where this slut is" As we went back to Peter's place, i was aroused, i could'nt wait. I asked him "Truth or Dare" Dare Slow streap tesse he did Peter's turn; "Truth or Dare" Truth (I dared) how much guys came in your ass if you dare say. I said truth and i sadly say one before he said anything i asked "Truth or Dare" Truth Would you fuck me? Yes but........ here we go again the but in no butt, i guess my face changed I don't do plastic..... Good thing i don't have any.... I said with a smirck His turn "Truth or Dare" Dare get naked, no slow motion My eyes glazed but my dick got hard "Truth or Dare" dare I dare you to kiss me and fuck me Thats a dare a can do, and his lips approched mine, as we starting kissing it became wild 'You still have some of my cum on your face, so hot" As we kissed my legs opened and his cock was close to my ass Still kissing Peter is finaly deep in me, taking no time to breed me. "thats 2, want another load? as Peter asked me that while still in me, i heard the front door open and guys guigueling It was Peter's brother (Jo) and his boy, friend ? Jo realiezed he was intruding..... or "Having fun guys? "Care if we join you? this bitch will only swalow," slaping the dude in the face My Peter only said "As usual, you can" and I was swaped from a brother to another condums came to mind, but i was having too much fun, Once Jo came in me, his boy friend loked interested, and started to probe my hole "I've never seen a cum hole that close" "Cum in or else "

As they approached and passed their second wedding anniversary Nick and Tex were closer than ever. They stealthed someone together once or twice a month, Their favorite victims were “safe sex only prigs”. You know the type. The ones who take it on themselves to send messages to men on the hookup apps calling them out if they have “Bareback Only” on their profile and were probably blocked by 90% of the app population The kind of guys who hung our om the bars and told people who were leaving together “Make sure you play safe, they make condoms for a reason” in a fake concerned tone They had found that these guys were mostly attention seekers with low self esteem hoping someone would call them on their bullshit. If you paid attention to them, flattered them, told them how hot they were but stuck to your bareback only guns they would eventually start asking if you were recently tested. Then they would ask if you would pull out and it usually took more flattery to pull them back when you said no. Eventually they would end up on their backs unknowingly taking your poz cock and seed. Nick and Tex considered it a public service to shut up these irritants from the community by pozzing them. They were giving these men exactly what they wanted deep down inside if they succumbed. Most of these guys were closet bugchasers afraid of what society would think of them. Like society gave a fuck what they did They actually had a grudging respect for the few… well the one who stuck by his safe sex only rule no matter what “I hope he meets someone like himself and they settle down to not make little “safe sex only” babies. Everyone deserves to be happy. Even irritating fucks like him” Tex said when they gave up on that one. There were to many others that gave in to worry about not getting this one They were in the local leather bar one night when one of these assholes had one or two too many. He had been hitting on the club bouncer who sat by the door collecting the cover charge, much to the man’s annoyance. "Go away and let me do my job" the bouncer said, glaring at the drunk fool Pouting and rejected, he wandered into the bathroom. Nick and Tex followed him in and found him pissing in one of the stalls He didn’t resist as Tex started making out with him pushing his pants down further and reaching down to spread his cheeks for Nick who just stepped up behind the drunk prick and started probing his crack with his dripping poz cock The man seemed to wake up a bit and shied away “Shhhh, just relax, this is going to happen, you want my raw cock in you and I’m going to give it to you. Kiss my husband and let me breed you” Nick said as his hands found the man’s nipples through his shirt and pinched The man moaned into the kiss with Tex and Nick pushed into him, pulling his hips back and starting to pound his safe sex only, neg hole. He changed angles to batter that inner lining and make it more receptive to the virus that was coming. He didn’t take his time, just pounded out a load of toxic cujm deep inside that now receptive, neg ass Nick pulled out and Tex turned the man, pushing him flat against the stall wall and sliding his much larger cock in. The man definitely felt that and for a minute he looked like he was trying to climb the wall to get away as Tex pounded him, tearing him up even more inside and blasting a second toxic load into him shortly They found the bouncer guarding the bathroom door when they exited. There were two bathrooms in the bar so the line of men queued up were not waiting to piss as the bouncer moved aside and let them in. You could hear the man they had fucked moaning and begging for more cock as they stood chatting with bouncer, watching as man after man came out of the bathroom, zipping up with a satisfied smirk on his face ********************** Nick and Tex were having a rough spot in their relationship. Neither one had done anything to piss the other off, rather they both had a growing sense of guilt because they were keeping a secret from the other and that made them overly sensitive Nick warred with himself, He loved Tex, he trusted him but this secret could end their relationship. Nick no longer cared about the money. He could not imagine his life without Tex in it. He loved the man on so many levels even though there was not that initial chemical response most relationships started on. Nick chose to love Tex as his husband, life partner… and father. Tex had a secret too. A couple of them actually and that secret was about to burst back into his life. There was something he had not told Nick when the man had explained why he needed to marry Tex Nick couldn’t take the guilt any more. He had to tell Tex the truth. He loved the man to much to keep lying to him “Daddy, would you sit down? There is something important I have to tell you and you may not like it” he said, He loved calling Tex “Daddy”. It was so close to the truth Tex could tell this was important and momentous so he sati in his favorite char and opened his arms, Nick obediently came and sat in front of him, leaning back on him as Tex wrapped his arms around him “You can tell me anything Son. I promise not to be mad at you, Whatever it is we will deal with it” he said kissing Nick on the back of his head “Ok” Nick said “Before I approached you about marrying me I ran a search on the genetic data base my company had collected, looking for an alternative, thinking your dad had maybe had a love child out there. I only found one genetic match. My self. With the amount of north eastern African on my DNA there was only one possibility” He swallowed and said tensing up for an explosion “Tex, genetically, you ate my father” The reaction he got was totally unexpected, though it really shouldn't have been “Yeah, I know” Tex said squeezing him “I just didn’t think you did and I promised your parents I would never tell you” Nick sat with his jaw hanging open “You knew?” he gasped “Nick, Son, think about it. You have to do certain things to make a baby. Your dad was bisexual and your mom was a good enough woman to let him explore that side of his nature. He was also medically incapable of fathering children. Things got out of hand one night. A lot of wine was involved. I don’t really know how it actually happened but you came along nine months later” he said reasonably “Have you noticed that the shape of our nose and jaws are exactly the same? It was not so obvious when you were a baby but it was there if you were looking for it. That’s why I moved away and came around so rarely. Back in my trailer there is a box of pictures of you growing up your parents sent me and every time a new one arrived there was a note from them thanking me for giving you to them” he continued, sounding proud and sad at the same time “So you knew the first time we had sex that you were fucking your own flesh and blood son?” Nick asked. Far from being angry, the thought turned him on “Yeah, to be honest it was one of the reasons I said yes. It made breeding you so much hotter for me. I wish I had known that you knew it would have been even better” Tex said. He was rock hard and grinding into Nick now “Knowing was what got me off in the beginning. The sheer perverted, erotic incestuous, wrongness of being bred and pozzed, of being impregnated by the cock that made me almost made me cum before you started” Nick said, pushing back into his father “I love incest with my sons. I started fucking your brother on his 18th birthday. It was hard to keep him off me till then, he wanted it so bad” Then he froze realizing he had just blurted out his own secret “Ummm… Tex, what brother?” Nick asked with a but of an edge to his voice Tex sighed “I have two other children, twins, a boy and a girl. Their mother was a lesbian friend of mine who asked me to be her sperm donor. It was done through IVF but I was part of their loves as they grew up, My friend died when the kids were 16 and they moved in with me till they were 18” “Barru, your brother, started trying to get into my pants a couple months before he turned 18. I put him off but 10 minutes after midnight on his 18th birthday he was riding my cock. We were lovers for about a year till he went off to college. I fuck him every time I see him now but it’s been a few years” Tex told him, holding him tighter, afraid this would be to much for Nick “What about my Sister?” Nick asked “Carry is more butch than you and me combined” Tex laughed “She is in the secret service and protects the president’s family” he said proudly “What does Barry do?” Nick asked “He’s a costume designer. He has three Tommy award nominations for his work on Broadway and he won an Emily Award for his work on a “Star Trip” Episode he worked on. Some cyborg queen outfit” Tex responded He squeezed his millionaire, entrepreneur son and said “My children are all remarkable and I am proud of them all, especially the one I married” Nick sighed “We can’t tell anyone. Not even my brother and sister, they don’t know do they?” “No, it was none of their business and I promised your parents” Tex said “I was going to have to tell you about your siblings soon anyway though. I just would have introduces them as my kids before this little chat we are having today” “Why?” Nick said “Because your brother is moving to the city to work on a project that is shooting here” Tex said “I’m letting him stay in my trailer and he will be here in two weeks” Tex said “I can’t wait to meet him” Nick said "but we better get all those pictures and notes before he gets here" "Good idea" Tex said "We will go tomorrow" “Now, take me to the bedroom and fuck me like a father should fuck his son” Nick said in a smoldering voice Tex picked him up in his arms and kissed him all the way to the bed then pulled Nick’s clothes off with slightly trembling hands Nick lay on his back and pulled his knees to his chest as Tex lubed up and knelt on the bed between his Son’s legs “Make it hurt Daddy, fuck your boy hard: Nick begged Tex shoved all 11 inches of his cock up that exposed hole and Nick groaned in pan mixed with pleasure “You like having the cock that made you up that tight little hole of yours don’t you Son?” He asked panting as he slid in and out of his husband “Fucckkkk yes. I love my father’s cock in me. It’s the only cock I ever want in me! I love being filled with my own potential brothers and sisters when you cum in me!” Nick groaned working his hole on his father's shaft It was to much for Tex, Nick’s filthy, incestuous words sent him over the edge and he loaded his Son’s ass with his Daddy cum which sent Nick into a mind lowing orgasm making him fire his spunk all over both of them They kissed and made love for hours, closer than ever now that they had no secrets ******************** Nick had done some research on line. He and Tex made a quick trip down to a small Caribbean nation called Costa Del Stonewall. The island nation allowed same sex couples to marry any consenting adult no matter the genetic relationship. Though the US government tried to keep it a secret, they recognized the marriages as legitimate. They went through a second marriage ceremony and were totally legally married as father and son They still had to kept it secret though. This marriage was for them not the twisted legal situation they were in. They wanted to be married as an expression of their love for each other The trip lasted only a few days and as they lay together in bed after getting home Tex asked “So do you want to help me stealth and infect your brother?” The thought turned them both on so much they fucked for hours, which was getting to be a family tradition. ********************************************************************************************** Next chapter: Daddy's Secret Brother Lover Scambu

Wow, I’m really sorry to hear that. This was the first time in 18 years I haven’t gone. And two of my friends said the same thing. I’m sure I would’ve had fun but with these reviews the money will be spent better elsewhere. I hope it’s better next year.

Rape-breeding. But I repeat myself.

To say that they had a good time in Mouse Town would have been a huge understatement Nick decided to give Tex what he wanted and relaxed into the role of a kid at the theme park with his Daddy Out of respect for the family flavor of the place his shorts were not skin tight they were white though, They completed today's outfit, he wire a “Darren Duck> blue button up shirt that looked vaguely like a naval uniform. The shirt had a white duck tail on the back and the blue sailor cap with white ribbons set the whole thing off perfectly… or so Tex said with a smirk when Nick finished dressing in the clothes Tex laid out for him “At least my socks and shoes are not yellow like duck's feet” Nick thought. He kept that to himself though. He didn’t want to give Tex any ideas On a 10 year old the outfit would be adorable, On a grown assed man it probably made people question his intelligence or mental state Nick hated it but was half hard all day They rode the rides and saw the shows. Tex had a smug but proud look on his face all day and he treated Nick like the world revolved around him That evening they made out in the pool by their bungalow and Nick had to admit Tex was a great kisser. “I know today’s outfit was a bit hard for you to swallow, Son. I am so proud of the way you just went with it and enjoyed yourself. It let me just be your Daddy the way I wanted to” Tex said “I can fight it and make us both miserable or I can just give in. It’s just clothes and who cares what people think? It’s easier if I keep telling myself that Daddy” Nick said Nick was trying so hard. He could not deny that his body was coming to love the things Tex did to it, The feeling of getting fucked was becoming an addiction for him, He just could not get past his aversion to sex with another man. He wanted to love Tex but his heart refused to go along. There was just no spark there to get it started Tex on the other hand was deeply in love with Nick, though he kept it to himself. He knew he would not get an “I love you too” if he said “I love you” to Nick That night Tex was happy to fuck his gorgeous “Son” for nearly half an hour before cumming deep inside him and depositing another load of “probably poz” cum in that "maybe still neg" hole The next day Nick found normal blue shorts and a DBL t shirt laid out for him, He was so relieved he didn't even mind the mouse ears cap That day on the boat ride to the park they heard someone say “Yex, is that you?” They turned and a man about Nick’s age, a little shorter and a little stockier than he was, smiled at them “Joel! What are you doing here?” Tex asked smiling back “I just broke up with my latest Daddy and needed a pick me up in the happiest place on earth” Joel sighed “I never should have left you for that silver muscle bear. Biggest mistake of my life” he pouted as he looked Tex up and down “And it’s to late now! Joel, this is my husband Nick” Tex said proudly taking Nick’s hand and kissing it “We are on out honeymoon” “Nice to meet you Joel” Nick said and Tex thought his voice was just a bit flat Joel was one of those self centered people who never take a hint, though he did sound halfway convincing when he said “Congratulations you two!” Joel made a pest of himself all day, tagging along like an annoying little brother. Nick thought he caught Tex checking out the man’s ass a couple times though he could not be sure. It cold just be that Joel seemed to like to bend over with it towards Tex a lot It went on all day despite numerous mentions of the words “Alone” and “Honeymoon”. as Joel flirted with Tex when he thought Nick was not looking. Finally Joel pretended to trip and Tex caught him before he fell into a lake “Oh thank you Daddy!” Joel said as he threw his arms around Tex’s neck and kissed him Nick saw red and he said coldly “Joel, unless you want two bloody stumps where your arms used to be, get your hands off my husband” “And you!” He said glaring at Tex who was trying hard to look innocent and failing miserably because of the smirk on his face. The smirk faded quickly when Tex saw the tears in the corner of Nick’s eyes and real pain on his face Mick was about to say more but he seemed to deflate, looked even more hurt, turned and stalked away angrily Tex tried to follow but Joel grabbed his hand “He seems so angry and violent. Why on earth are you with him?” as he said totally ignoring his role in this mess Tex yanked his free and counted to ten to keep himself from shoving this idiot into the lake he just saved him from. The quilt he felt at letting this play out all day didn't help matters “I’m with him because he is the best man on earth and I love him. WE ARE MARRIED FIR GOD’S SAKE! If I lose him over you you netter hope I never lay eyes on you again because I won’t be responsible for what I do” Tex snarled "I didn't hear YOU trying to send me away and I caught you checking out my ass a few times. I know you rember how good it is Daddy" Joel said as he kept blocking Tex from following Nick Joel ended up in the lake after all, but only because he lost his balance as he tried to block Tex again He chased after Nick but it was to late. Nick was nowhere in sight. Tex did see one ear of an adult sized mouse ears cap striking out of the nearest garbage can where it had been stuffed Tex found Nick sitting in the dark in the sitting area of their bungalow, All the shades were closed but daylight peaked in around them “Is this what my life is going to be? You making me watch you flirt with other guys because you know I can’t do a damn thing about it?” Nick asked in a quiet voice Tex opened the shades then sat on the couch next to nick and tried to hold him but Nick jerked away “Nick , I I love you not him, I should have sent him away when I realized it was bothering you but you were JEALOUS and that was the closest thing to real emotional love you have shown me. It was giving me hope and I selfishly let it go on so I could pretend you loved me like I lobe you” He said looking at the floor “The last few days have been wonderful and terrible for me. You don’t know what i is like to love someone who can never love you back. Well, maybe you do. Iy’s not that uncommon, but if you ever have you could walk away from the situation. I can't" Tex went on still feeling ashamed of himself "I would never walk away from you or give up what I can get from you even if it isn’t love. I just want to be near you if that's all I can get” Tex said just laying his soul bare in the face of Nick’s pain, He had to make it better. That’s what a Daddy... fuck that… that’s what a loving husband did Nick searched his feelings. Was jealousy a form of love? He had not been able to take Joel kissing his husband but was that love? Was the love a man felt for another man different or hand Nick just never actually been in love before? All he knew right now was that Tex was HIS. HIS Husband, HIS Daddy and HIS Father, though Tex didn't know that part, and he was not ready to share him with anyone. Especially not with a self centered slut like Joel Then the rest of Tex’s words sunk in and he looked at him, seeing past the act he was putting on for his benefit to the real hurt and pain behind it. The amount Tex's confession had cost him makiing Nick forgive him instantly “You love me?” Nick asked “I loved you the moment I saw you but over the last few days I have fallen head over heels in love with you. Love is a chemical reaction. It’s instinctual. I could not help that part of how I feel. I am in love with you for who you are as well Nick. That took longer but I couldn't stop it from happening either and I wouldn't want to” Tex said and he sounded a little hopeless “I know that you don’t. That you can’t feel the same way towards me. It’s not how you are built so lets just make the best of what we can” Tex said putting on a brave face Nick looked at him for a long moment and then he said “Come here and lean back on me Tex. Let me hold you for a change” and opened his arms Yex did as he was told Nick wrapped his arms around him and kissed his cheek “You are right. I don’t love you. I don’t have that chemical reaction. My instincts just don’t go that way. But when you describe being IN LOVE with me that is exactly how I feel about you. I have known a lot of relationships that failed because they never moved beyond that chemical reaction love though” Nick said quietly “Would you mind if I just skipped that part and went right to being in love with yop?” Nick asked “Because if I’m not already I will be soon and there is no stopping it now” Tex relaxed into Nick’s arms even more “I can live with that. It’s nire that I ever thought I would have from you. Lets just concentrate on being in love and making each other happy” he said as his hear found hope again “You got it Daddy” Nick said and kissed him on the back of the head That night they went to one of the local gay bars and danced together all night “Look” Nick said nodding to one side Tex looked and saw Joel chatting up a silver daddy animatedly but when the man went to the restroom Joel slipped another man his phone number with a wink “And you were jealous of THAT?” Tex joked Nick took Tex’s face his hands and said “MY DADDY! MINE!” and they both laughed That night in bed Tex repeated his blowjob performance of the day Nick had showed up at his trailer and changed his life, keeping Nick on the edge for an hour before sliding a finger up his ass and making him cum. When Nick caught his breath he said “ill yu make love to me tonight Daddy?” Tex took him on his back and slid in slowly. His 11 inches touching places deep in Nick who’s hands clutched at his Daddy’s back in pleasure. He pushed his ass up to meet Tex's thrusts and as his father bred him he shot his second load of the night “I love you Son” Tex said as his load filled his Son He did some online shopping and had a few surprises waiting for his Daddy delivered to the apartment. “This is going to be fun” Nick thought with a smile ***************************************************************************************** I‘ve met guys like Joel a few times in my life and falling in a lake is the least they deserve Let me know what you think! Scanbu “I love you too Daddy” Nick said and meant it/ Over the rest of their honeymoon Nick discovered the fun in dressing sexy for his Daddy.

"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.

It’s only a problem when you’ve read all of them …

I don't mind being fucked after I cum. Being fucked soon gets me horny again and ready to blow another load.

I get fucked to shoot my load in the most intense way I’ve experienced, through prostate stimulation it’s nice to get a load and all but the fucking and pounding on my prostate is what I’m here for

I need to find that clinic!!