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Two buddies and I had a great morning riding the rail trail out of Vernon BC. There was a clear blue sky and a light breeze and the temperature was perfect for peddling. We did work up quite a thirst on the long dusty trail so we were very happy to come across a pub right on the lake at lunch time. We ordered a pitcher of beer and the burger special of the day as we sat with a nice view on the deck. The tall glasses of cold beer hit the spot. A handsome big bear of a man sat alone at the table next to ours. After a time it became clear he was not taking in the view. He was turning to get a good look at my friends and I. I do a bike rally each year to raise funds for an agency that provides care for people living with HIV/AIDS. For this days ride I had provided each of my friends with a riding shirt from this particular fund raiser. The bear finally caught my attention and asked about the shirts. I told him about the organization and the 6 day fundraising ride. He became quite intrigued and asked intelligent relevant questions. "So do all three of you do these rides?" I responded; "No, just me. I'm training for my 12th year in a row. " His attention returned to the shirts. "The shirts all have different years on them and they all say, 'Top Fund Raiser ' , dose that mean you raised more than everyone else each of those years. " "No, no, no" I protested, "It just means I raised more than $6000 dollars each of those years. Everyone who raises at least that much gets a 'Top Fundraiser' shirt." "That’s a considerable amount, congratulations. What's the most you have raised?" "10,000 last summer, I'm almost up to $8000 in for this year's ride." I shared. By this point my buddies and I had finished our beer and burgers. They excused themselves to go to the washroom so it was just me and this curious handsome bear. "Impressive" he said, "Why don't I help you out with a donation? I lost a lot of friends back in the day. Can I donate with my phone on line?" "Sure. " I responded with surprise in my voice. We linked contact information and I sent him my donation link. I cinfirmed my suspicion that he was American and warned him he wouldn't be able to get a 'tax receipt. "I don't care about that. " He said. He spent a moment on his phone and announced, "There, it's done." I figured it would be best to send him my thank you email followup right away before I forgot, and since I still had my participant page open I checked the latest donation amount. I anticipated $50 at the most. My eyes bulged out of my head. I was confused by the number of zeros and had to count 2 or three times to be sure. He had donated $10,000. "Holy fuck man ... I .... awe ...um ... I'm speechless. How can I ever thank you?" Only now did I clue into the fact that he had been cruising me all along. I suddenly realized my friends knew and were probably fucking each other's brains out in the restaurant bathroom, they wouldn't be back soon. Having had a chance to catch my breath and compose my thoughts I repeated; "Fuck man, I’m serious What can I do to thank you? Anything you want ." He grind seductively; "Can I fuck you?" "Holy fuckin shit man, for that amount of money you can fuck my mouth and ass. Seriously! And bring along all your buddies for that matter." I offered. "Condoms?" He asked. "Like I said , anything you want. They hurt more, especially if you and your friends are big, but for your donation, whatever the fuck you want. My mouth, my ass their yours for one night. " "So you are saying my buddies and I can gang bang fuck your slutty ass bareback ?" "Christ, I would be honored to let everyone of you breed me no questions asked. For that donation use me, abuse me... hell, for that much knock me up for all I care." Itwashisturntosoundsurprised: "Sorry, I assumed you were already poz. So are you negative?" I answered" According to my last test results two weeks ago. As long as the dozen guys that bred me since then weren't toxic, I 'm still negative. And toxic guys usually crow as they breed me. Non have recently " "But aren't you on PreP?" He inquired. "Nope, I've just been to fuckin lazy to get around to it to tell you the honest truth. " "Night after next, come to my hotel room for 8 p.m. . " He handed me a note with the details, shock my hand, kissed me on the lips and left the restaurant. My buddies returned then looking quite flushed and putting their riding shirts back on. As we retraced our path up the lake I shared what had occurred while they were fucking. They wouldn't believe me. They also thought I was on PreP so I didn't share that detail. Fuck, I couldn't believe me either. But there was no way I wasn't going to be at that hotel door at 8 p.m. sharp.

Many, many married men will get up to no good while on business trips. Free of the rules and responsibilities of their home lives, they can enjoy whatever is on offer in the town or city they are visiting, without having to spend time being a good father to their children, nor tending to the whims of their not-so-adoring wives. Perhaps some will just enjoy a bit of time alone in their room with pay-per-view porn, while others hit the bars and get stinking drunk. Time will be spent at strip clubs and other seedy establishments, or maybe they will be wined and dined by their corporate hosts at the most elite of restaurants. Many travelling men are sure to commit acts of adultery, whether that involves paying for it or not. I am certain that there will be far fewer married men who do the things I get up to on my business trips, though I expect there are some. Men with these types of urges probably resort to picking a guy up in a bar, arranging a hook-up on an app, or paying for a hustler to visit their hotel room. There are probably a few who spend the night getting down and dirty in a cruising bar or club. But willingly, night after night, bending over with their arse pressed to a hole in the cubicle wall in some public toilets? No, on that front I think I’m probably in a very small minority. But that’s what I do, and I now know all the best spots to visit in the cities I travel to the most. You might even say I have developed something of a routine, from what I pack, where I stay, and managing my time well so that I can get enough sleep around my nighttime activities to not have my work suffer. But this particular trip was not to be routine, and I had planned it that way deliberately. My wife took so little interest in me these days that I knew I could get away with using a bit of annual leave between my Frankfurt and Berlin trips while spinning her a yarn about it being back-to-back deals. This would give me some time to enjoy the nocturnal opportunities in the German capital, without having to worry about being on form for work the next day. I even used some of the loyalty scheme points I’d built up to book different accommodation for that part of the trip, so that it could be truly separate from where I’d be on the working days and yet with no risk it would show up on my credit card bill. The other major difference this time was internal. Aside from the odd blip early on in these adventures, I had been secretly taking the necessary pills to allow me to receive loads without too much concern. Condoms had been a feature once, but those days were long over. However, a few weeks before this trip I had also ditched the pills. You see, I was knocking on the door of 50, and my youngest son had just started university. The need to hold the loose threads of my marriage together was gone, and I was sure my wife and I would be parting soon whatever happened. I mean, I was already pretty sure she was sleeping with her personal trainer, so she might be keen to wrap things up too now that we had done much of our duty as parents. I didn’t want to wait to get on with a new life for myself though, particularly as it was becoming an ever more challenging battle to keep my body as lean and toned as I wanted it, so I had decided to take some action to get to where I wanted to be. That involved one main goal: to be pozzed. It was something I had lusted after for years. Initially it was probably the allure of the risk, but as time passed I began to realise that I saw it as a form of freedom that I craved. Eventually I mentally connected it with being released from my marriage, and this led me to where I found myself in Berlin. Pressed up against a cubicle wall, a cigarette in my mouth, and my freshly brushed hole open and ready for whatever was coming my way. With a couple of event ads placed on the apps to encourage men to visit, alongside the normal pretty busy passing traffic, I was hopeful of several loads as well as maybe the first steps on my journey to conversion. By the time the fourth cock of the night was jackhammering in and out of me, I was completely high on the nicotine, poppers, and utter depravity of it all. I just loved being used and bred, and I was really getting off on the knowledge that there was nothing protecting me from anything the men breeding me were carrying. As yet no-one had let me know they were poz, but my imagination was filling in the blanks as I pictured the virus being pumped into me repeatedly. “You want poz?” I heard a man ask from outside the cubicle door, just as the fourth man slammed in a final time and blew his load. “Yes” I panted. “I not poz you here” the man outside the door said, with a thick German accent. “But you come to this place tomorrow at 5 o’clock and we will give you poz.” A note was shoved under the door, and then I heard his footsteps as he walked away. I was about to reach for the note when a fifth cock started pushing into me, and in the end it was three more loads before there seemed to be no more takers for a bit. I pulled myself up straight and stretched, then bent down to lift the note off the tiled floor. When I opened it up I saw an address written down, along with several bullet points all in German. Although I recognised some of the words, I could not decipher the rest so decided I would sort it out on Google Translate when I got back to my hotel. I folded the note back up and shoved it into the pocket of the jeans I had left on the toilet seat, before bending myself back over and pressing against the glory hole. I lit up another cigarette, and happily waited for the next cock. It was the early hours of the morning when I emerged from the shower at the hotel and slumped onto the bed. I reached for the note and phone sitting on the bedside table, and began to type out the text. I almost immediately sprung a hard-on when I read the translation: - Be at the address at 17:00. Do not be late. - You must be wearing a wide leather collar and wide leather cuffs. - You must be wearing rubber underpants with a hole in the back. - You must be wearing black leather boots. - We will not bring any lubrication or chemicals, so you must have your own if you want them. - You will not go home until the morning, and you will be infected. This was beyond my wildest dreams, and despite how tired I was from a long night of being anonymously gang bred, I immediately set about trying to find somewhere I could buy all the gear they wanted me to be wearing, seeing as I had nothing like any of it with me. Fortunately there seemed to be a few suitable shops close to each other, so I saved a few locations on the map app and then set an alarm so that I would have enough time to visit them, hopefully get what I needed, and then prepare for getting to the location. I also quickly booked a hire car to have for a couple of days, as I wasn’t sure about getting there by public transport or taxi given its remote location in an industrial estate on the edge of the city. Once everything was done that could be done at that time of the night, I plugged my phone into the power, turned off the light, and lay down for a happy night’s sleep in the afterglow of my most depraved night of sex yet. After a groggy start the next day, I successfully bought everything required from two of the shops, and then picked up the hire car and parked it at the hotel. I spent a bit of time showering and douching, before using a toothbrush on myself just to get prepared. I then donned the rubber boxers, admiring myself and my exposed crack in the mirror for a bit, and then pulled on the tracksuit trousers I had brought with me for exercising. The leather boots went on next, which looked a bit odd but I didn’t care. I then pulled on a tank top and a hoodie, deciding it was best to save the rest until I arrived. I put everything else I would need in my gym bag, along with some power bars, a couple of bottles of water, and some fresh clothes and a towel for the eventual journey back. Happy that I had all I would need, I headed down to the car park, had a quick cigarette, then got in and drove off to the address the map app was directing me to. When I arrived, I found I was in a deserted and largely derelict industrial area on the edges of East Berlin. There were notional fences around the various plots, but these had long since been partially torn down or holes ripped into them for access. It was the kind of place that you knew you probably shouldn’t be, which of course made it all the more appealing for me given the depths of depravity I was seeking to plumb on this trip. Many of my favourite piggy bareback pornos had been filmed in settings like this, and now I was possibly going to be getting a chance to act out the fantasy of those orgies and gangbangs for myself. I hopped out of the car, looked around a bit to make sure I was as alone as it seemed, and then finished off getting changed. I have to say, it was pretty thrilling to be stripping down to a near-naked state in late afternoon sunshine on a public street, even if it was apparently devoid of other people. Once done, I checked myself out in the reflection of the car window, loving how I looked with the massive padded leather collar I had bought and deciding there and then that this would be a regular part of my playtime outfit in future. The address I had been given noted a company name, and I could see an old sign on the plot next to where I had parked which matched that. I therefore walked to a gap in the fence of that plot, carefully climbed through, and then made my way across a large broken concrete lot until I reached the single building. There were a couple of service entrances which both had the shutters down, but I also saw a door that was open so headed for that. It led to a dark and smelly corridor, which I followed round a couple of corners until it opened onto what I guessed was once a factory floor. The roof on one side was gone so there was daylight flooding in, but it was in the shade over to the side that some movement caught my attention. A young Adonis was standing there, dressed just like I was. He had blond hair and tanned skin, and even at a distance and with him in the shade, I could tell he was absolutely ripped. I headed over to investigate, and he looked up as he saw me approaching. “Hi” he said, with a slight accent that suggested he might be Swedish. “Hi” I said. “Are you also here for…” He grinned at me, as I sort of swirled my hand in a nondescript way. “Yes, I am here for that” he replied, still smiling. “Cool” I said. “Are you married too?” he asked, surprising me a little. “Er, yeah” I replied, “though probably not for much longer.” He grinned again. “Me as well” he said. “I will get pozzed and then I can be with her brother.” I think my mouth dropped open when he said this, causing him to chuckle. “Her brother fucked me at the wedding, and all the time after” he said, smiling. “But he is poz and always has a condom.” “I see” I said. “And he won’t poz you?” “No” he replied, shaking his head. “So I have come here so I can be his.” I obviously did not know anything about the brother-in-law, but I was a little astounded that any man would deny a stunning young stud like this what he was looking for, especially if it meant you got to then be with him. Maybe it was some sort of family loyalty, though fucking your wife’s new husband on the day of their wedding did not seem to show much in the way of said loyalty. “Well” I said, starting to open one of the two packets of cigarettes I was carrying so I could have a smoke, “I hope you get what you came for today.” “You as well” he said, nodding when I offered him a cigarette from the packet. We both lit up our cigarettes and smoked in silence for a while. “Have you taken poz before?” he asked, just after we had both stubbed out our cigarettes on the floor. “Probably” I replied. “I got fucked a lot last night.” “That is hot” he said. “I hope my boyfriend will give me to other men to use once I am divorced.” “It’s a lot of fun” I said, smiling at him. Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of a steel door being opened on the other side of the factory floor, and we both turned and watched as five men emerged from some other part of the factory. All five were wearing leather boots, chaps and harnesses, and all had shaved heads with various forms of facial hair. Each of them was wearing a different combination of huge silver accessories, from neck chains to bracelets, or thick rings in their ears or noses. However, what stood out the most was the slightly wasted look each of them had, and all of them were adorned with biohazard tattoos on their chests or arms. I sprung an erection almost immediately. This is what I wanted, and some day I would seek to replicate their style, the absolutely immense neck chain and bracelet of one of the guys being a particular draw for me. The men approached us, and then stopped to look us up and down. They gestured for both of us to turn around so they could see our backs and arses, before we were each gently pushed forward to a raised concrete area in front of us where we were then encouraged to bend over. Almost immediately I felt the familiar scratch of a brush being pushed into my hole, but this may have been a new experience for the young Swedish hunk as he yelped and jolted forward. This did not dissuade the men though, and we were both soon being quite vigorously shafted by the brushes to get our holes nice and receptive. After a few minutes the brushes were removed, and immediately replaced by cocks. The fucking was hard and rough from the outset, but I was sufficiently experienced and stretched that it just felt incredible from the get-go. Again, however, my Swedish friend seemed to be struggling with it a bit, probably because his brother-in-law normally went easier on him. However, after a lot of pained panting and groaning, he eventually relaxed and took the fucking. They did a round robin on us for a while, none of them actually reaching the point of breeding, before the fucking stopped and they went back to brushing our holes again for a few moments. I could tell this was to make sure we were really raw now that they were getting close, and sure enough the brush in my hole was quickly replaced by a cock that was slammed in right as the guy roared out. I revelled in feeling him shoot his toxic load into me, and my Swedish partner in crime was even more vocal in his enjoyment of receiving the same treatment. No sooner had the two tops come down off their ejaculations and withdrawn, before the next pair of tops slammed into us and delivered their venom. “Ene mene mu und raus bist du” the last of the men said slowly while standing behind us, clearly making a decision on which of us was going to receive a third load. I was a little disappointed when he rammed into the Swede. Once he was done, the pair of us were pulled up from our bent over positions and walked over to a part of the factory floor where there was a large drain. “On knees!” one of the tops barked, and we both hurriedly got down onto the floor. I knew what was coming, and while I had never actually engaged in watersports, I had seen enough porn to know I should assume a certain position and open my mouth. “You!” barked one of the other men at the Swede, “do same!” All five of them then began to piss on us, whether that was in our mouths, on top of our heads, or elsewhere on our bodies. I heard the Swede gag choke a couple of times, but I was fine and actually realised why men got into this so much. When they were done, they walked away from us towards the door they had first emerged from. “You shower!” barked one of them before he went through the door, pointing at another door over to the side. “Then we come back.” We both hauled ourselves off the floor once they’d left the room, and made our way over to the doorway. Inside was a dark tiled bathroom, and even though the only light was what was coming through the open door from the factory floor, I could see that it was filthy. However, when the Swede went over to a visible shower head and turned the tap underneath, water did indeed start to flow out of it. “It’s cold” he said. “Then we better be quick” I replied. Each of us took a turn washing all the piss off our skin under the freezing cold stream, not removing any of our gear given that had also been soaked by the men. Once done, we headed to the part of the factory where the roof was gone so we could try to dry off and warm up in the small amount of sunshine that was still making it into that space, though I made a quick dash over to get my cigarettes first. “That was fun” said the Swede, exhaling a plume of smoke. “Sure was” I said. “How long do you think they’ll keep fucking us?” he asked. “The whole night hopefully” I said, giving him a wink. “Better chance of it taking with multiple loads.” The Swede nodded and smiled at that, but said nothing more. We therefore just smoked in silence, pondering what lay in store for us once the men were ready again. I couldn’t wait…

I started feeling the itch, so I called a guy I know, a personal trainer. He's about forty, hairy all over, and very muscular. He's about seven inches or so, and very, very thick. And he's always good for two loads. I started by sucking him. I didn't quite make to to the point where my nose would be nestled in his wiry red pubes, but I got close. But we weren't there for a blow job. We got on the bed with me on my back. He found my hole right away and pushed into me with three thrusts. I hadn't been stretched out like that since the last time my buddy who likes to pretend he's my father fucked me. He's got a thick one, too. The sensation of being filled so completely reminded me of when I was just starting out and an ordinary sized cock felt enormous. I always lose my erection when I'm getting fucked, it's all about my cunt then. But he could tell I was enjoying it. He was on his knees, and I guess his legs got tired, so he pulled out and had me roll over on my back. He lay on top of me. There's something especially satisfying about having the weight of a hairy, sweaty man pressing down on me, making me feel completely helpless and in his control. He found my hole right away and began to plow. I was grunting every time he thrust balls deep into me. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually he started to speed up and make the sounds I recognized as signaling his approaching orgasm. He groaned as he came, punching against my interior with every burst of cum. Then he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, his cock still plugging my cumhole. I thought he was through, he seemed so exhausted, so I just enjoyed being covered in a blanket of hairy, sweat masculinity. And then he started to move inside me. If he'd gotten soft at all, I couldn't tell it. At first I thought he was just enjoying the sensations, but then he started to really fuck. I was in heaven. My hole felt raw and abused, but this bull was about to breed me a second time, and I was all for it. Most men take a long time to cum the second time, but not him. Soon he was pounding me hard and making those noises again. Again he slammed deep into my seeded cunt and delivered a second load. Now we were finished. He pulled out of me and I got up to get dressed. There was no real conversation, we hadn't gotten together for fellowship. He gave me a kiss, and I was on my way. When I got home the seat of my shorts were a mess of his load and some blood. That was very satisfying. I don't know if he's poz, we've never discussed it. He might not be, I don't think he bottoms much, if at all, but I like to think he gave me a recharge with his strain. For a while I thought my sphincter had given up it's primary task, because it stayed slack for quite a while. But eventually it went back to normal and I'm enjoying that feeling of having your guts bruised from a brutal fuck.

Idk why I'm so addicted to nasty cumdumps. I've fucked 3 tonight so far and I'm searching online for another one. Anyone else having one of those nights?

Shane was still new to escorting. He only had a few clients, and had decided that he would be completely honest when he started escorting only weeks before. He would tell people of his HIV status if they asked; and he would respect their boundaries. He knew there would be awkward times, especially with less attractive guys he would have to service. What he didn't expect was that a hot rich guy could be the most unpleasant trick he might experience. This is only temporary, until I get back on my feet, Shane reminded himself as he went down on the skinny college student, Eddie, who answered Shane's Backpage ad. If the circumstances where different, Shane might actually have enjoy the experience, for Eddie, his client, was very attracted -slender, well-hung, toned - nearly Shane's ideal type. Eddie's condescending attitude and demeanor, however, had ruined the transaction, and, with each taunt, Shane found himself Shane found himself calculating a way to put his spoiled rich client back in his place. "Yeah .. suck that rich dick you poor desperate slut" Eddie demanded while he forced Shane all the way down his cock. Shane's temper was starting to build with each passing insult, but was determined to keep his cool; and so he kept going down on his client's dick as instructed and guided. "Oh fuck yeah ... I own your mouth right now. I'm renting your mouth, you broke-ass fuck. Take that dick. Earn your pay, whore" Eddie continued. Shane wasn't too much older than Eddie; and had Shane not come out to his parents, he would likely enjoy a rather good lifestyle and would be in college now too. But, since he was kicked out of the house, he made a series of increasingly bad decisions which led him to where he was. He didn't need some spoiled rich college kid reminding him of his current situation. "I bet you like that!" Eddie nearly chanted, "You love servicing my cock. Yeah, give my cock service. Give me what I pay you for." It was clear Eddie enjoyed being in control. Shane gathered that quickly when they meet only a few minutes before. Eddie was almost military-like in how he explained what would happen, saying "Look .. You do ONLY what I tell you to do, and nothing more. I bought you for this hour; and you'll give me want I want and only what I want. Do you understand?" As Shane reflected on Eddie's demands, a devious thought occurred to him. And as insults continued to roll off Eddie's tongue, Shane decided to put his plan and his own tongue into action. As Shane came up, he resisted the pressure on his head from Eddie's hand, and instead of going down on the cock again, he quickly licked and sucked on one of Eddie's balls. "Hey!" Eddie nearly yelled, "get back on my cock!" Shane continued to suck on his ball and tongue the other. "I'm not paying you for tha .." Eddie started to say, but the pleasure hit him, ".. damn that feels good .. okay .. you can do that." Shane continued to pleasure Eddie's balls, and quickly moved to Eddie's hole where he probed it with his tongue quickly and forcefully. Eddie didn't expect this and for a moment nearly forget he was in control, but notwithstanding the pleasure he was feeling, he still wanted to be in control, so he chimed-in saying "Yeah, lick my asshole you desperate broke fag. I'm making you lick my asshole." He could barely finish the sentence before an involuntary "mmmm" moaned out of Eddie's mouth. "Oh shit .. you're really good at that whore. Yeah, eat my ass ..." his voice trailed and more "mmms" replaced what he was otherwise thinking. Shane applied as much spit to Eddie's tight hole as he could and slowly made his index finger inside while Shane continued to moan. "Oh yeah .. finger my hole," Eddie tried to command him after the fact, "Put your finger up my asshole you-low class bitch." Shane knew that Eddie was giving into the pleasure, and found that the revenge he was planning had him rock-hard. Shane applied generous amounts of spit to his cock in-between his licking and tonguing. He made sure to get his tongue as deeply into Eddie's ass as he could; he also made sure to work two fingers in as deep as well. "Oh fuck" was Eddie's only response. Shane continued for a few moments longer, and then decided to have his revenge. He quickly spread Eddie's legs further apart, and lined up his cock with Eddie's hole. "What are you doing?!" Eddie shot back. "Continuing to service you" Shane assured him and then pushed his wet cockhead into Shane's already wet hole. "Oh shit!" Eddie yelled in shock, pleasure and pain, "Wait .. I didn't say you could do that!" Shane pushed further in and replied, "oh .. I was just trying to anticipate your needs. I could tell you wanted to get fucked. It seemed like you were begging for it." He slowly pushed his way in deeper. "But .. oh shit!" Eddie tried to protest, but the pleasure was winning over his reason, "yeah .. you slut, I own your cock. Give it to me!" Oh, you're gonna get it, Shane thought to himself. Reason returned to Eddie for a moment, "Wait - are you clean?" Eddie asked while also gasping with the slow thrusts Shane was delivering. "Do you honestly think I would fuck you raw if I wasn't clean?" Shane answered back with a question while he picked up his pace. "Okay .. I guess .. oh FUCK!" he was interrupted by a forceful jab. "Fuck .. you're big!" "You want more service? Shane asked. "Yeah, fuck my ass, you slut. I own your cock .. keep fucking me!" Eddie replied struggling to make words as his ass was being assaulted. Shane quickly picked up his pace and was nearly piston-fucking Eddie. The look of pure bliss on Eddie's face told Shane everything he needed to know, so he decided to subtly taut Eddie with some double-entendre. "You like getting what I got?!" Shane asked. "Unnh! yeah! Fuck ! Yeah! " Eddie answered. "Looks like I'm the one owning you right now" Shane smirked. Eddie didn't reply; he was too engrossed and overwhelmed with pleasure to respond. "Yeah, take that cock you rich little bitch" Shane said as he pounded the tight hole with deep punishing thrusts, hoping he would make Eddie bleed so that he could get what he deserved. "Fuck me!!!! Fuck me!!!!" was Eddie's only response. Shane knew he had him right where he wanted and stopped his pounding for a moment. "What the fuck?!" Eddie nearly cried. "You want more?" Shane asked. "Yeah, fuck me.. PLEASE ! Keep fucking me!!!" "It's gonna cost you a lot more," Shane said in a cool even voice as he slowly pushed himself into Eddie's fuckhole. "I don't care! I'll pay anything! Just don't stop fucking me !!!" Eddie begged. "That's a good dumb rich bitch" Shane said with a edge in his voice, while he picked up his pace again. "Yes!! Fuck yes! FUCK !! FUCK!" Eddie was bursting outloud as Shane forced his big shaft all the way in and out. Eddie started jacking his own cock, but Shane pulled his hand away. "Not yet .." Shane asserted, "not until I fill your ass with my load." "Oh God!" Eddie was on the brink ,nearly ready to explode. Shane felt Eddie's ass tightening while Shane's cock expanded. "You want more?" Shane asked. "Shit yeah! Give it to me!" Eddie almost screamed. "You ready to get what you paid for?" Shane asked, trying to hide his contempt as he felt his balls nearly ready to explode. "Yeah, you fucking whore! Give me what I paid you for!" Eddie nearly sang. "HERE IT COMES!" Shane announced as he fucked his cock as deep into Eddie's hole as he could and unloaded his toxic load deep up Eddie's ass. Eddie jerked his cock and shot his load onto his stomach while he moaned loudly, "mmmm! MMMHMMMM!" Shane left his cock in for a few more moments, and Eddie felt is pulsing deep within him. "Oh my god .. that was amazing," Eddie said as he caught his breath. Shane never had such a good orgasm and felt satisfied his rich kid got what he deserved. "Okay,I gotta run soon. It's time for you to pay up." As Eddie reached for his wallet, Shane mused to himself "Oh, if you only knew the price you just paid."

Was on sniffles while at work yesterday, got hit up by this seriously hot muscular dude looking to suck and ride my cock. We agreed on meeting as he was driving through the area close to my work. I hosted him in the back seat of my lifted 250 super duty with dark tinted windows. It was hot as fuck, kept engine on and ac going. We made out and he pulled down his pants to expose his muscular legs and ass. He deep throated me while I played with his pussy. Finally got him on his back, ass accessible to my cock, spit for lube, slid in and slowly worked my 8.5” all the way in until I bottomed out. This guy really turned me on. He was so handsome, had the most perfect lips to kiss. I fucked for as long as I could, taking breaks, edging myself inside his ass. Finally, reached that point of no return, announced that I was going to cum, he begged me for my cum, to breed him, I shot a big load and pumped at least 8-9 times, throbbing and squirting cum. I slid out slowly as he clamped down to hold my sperm inside him. We’re planning on meeting up again this Friday. Got another hot dude I want to breed tomorrow, got a big cocked top who wants to breed me on Thursday. Been a busy week.

It took four days to fuck Alvin and Calvin into compliance. The two had recruited the other men recently, slowly taking over the small village and encouraging men they could not convince to leave. Some of the women had been here and others were tricked into coming then trapped by the shutdown of the transport doors. Once the doors were down the twin boys had come out in the open, proudly displaying their red torques and the other men had let theirs go out of compliance. It was only pure luck that they were found so early in their plan. The two had missed almost three years of loads. Zeke and Tommy could have reset the count at any time but decided taking almost 150 loads a peace over a few days would be educational to them. Every man in town, Be they PIPE layers, Puff Rangers or even the men who the twins had recruited had helped keep their holes full of cock till the job was done though the two were allowed to sleep for eight hours a night during which time their torques speed healed their battered holes back to virgin tightness so Zeke and Tommy got to bust out their cherries four times The twins had been recruited and trained when they were teen agers by a man named Preston White and Preston had been a thorn in Zeke and Tommy’s side for centuries Preston was The Light’s sole clone jumping agent, He was a cynical bastard who was an expert at using religion and rhetoric to advance his hateful views “If I ever get my hands on Preston I'm going to make him surrogate through two or three clone generations” Tommy said angrily “You could not let him raise any of the kids though” Zeke said thoughtfully as if he was actually considering the idea Then they both heard a mental chuckle and knre they were not alone in their heads. Ever since that first day when they met The Entity, Gabriel and Ezekiel, otherwise known as Order and Chaos had worked with them openly, since their presence had now been revealed “You don’t have to worry about Preston anymore” the two heard Gabriel say though no one else could hear him “And why is that” Zeke asked “Because even The Light is tired of him. It’s been him, not The Light who has been pushing the old religions for the last couple centuries. The Light likes to make religions, it’s not attached to any particular ones though. It has completely changed gears before and has been trying to do it again” Ezekiel said “Human king used to worship trees at one time. There have been religions dominated by women because they created life in their bodies. The Light tailors religions to mankind’s level of development but it kind of got stuck on this last batch. You actually did it a favor when you broke those old religion’s hold on humanity” he went on “Does humanity really need religions?” Tommy asked “You know better than most that humans are more than just flesh and bone. There is a creator out there after all. Religion is supposed to be a way for humanity to express gratitude for the gift of life. You humans need a spiritual outlet” Gabriel said “So what has happened to Preston?” Zeke asked “He died” Ezekiel said “So?" Zeke said “I have died four or five times now, so has he” “No, he really died. The light asked The Entity not to soul jump him this time. With him gone there will be no one pushing to bring back the old religions or the terrible things that always seemed to come with them in their latter days” Gabriel said “The plots you have been thwarting were from Preston, not The Light lately so they should dry up now. As far as we know this was the last one” Ezekiel said “So The Light is going to work on entirely new religions?” Tommy asked “Yes and it invites you to monitor them but asks you give them a chance. Even in today's world where information spreads so fast it will take decades to establish anything major, Even The Entity is behind this” Gabriel said “We will keep an eye on it and won’t step in unless we need to: Tommy said and Zeke nodded Zeke and Tommy had a conference with their fellow PIPE layers and every man in the village was ordered to never get out of compliance again and to completely forget the twins and everything they had been taught by them and then dispersed around the world and released Tommy and Zeke ordered the twins to forget Preston White in the same way. They still had to answer for their other crimes so they put them into the latest model of synth skin. These were semi permanent and could last multiple surfaces. They also tapped into the wearer’s balls and extracted sperm so that the wearers could be knocked up with babies that were half theirs These skins would last through five babies each. A friend of theirs had been looking for just such a situation. His name was Amon and he was a wealthey man in Cairo, Egypt. He wanted a “straight” white male surrogate “To father many boys on” and had made the request to PIPE. He would pay handsomely and the funds would go to compensate the women who had been trapped in the village They took the twins through the transport door directly to Amon’s residence in Cairo to deliver them. They had prepped them as per the merchant's request “Amon will marry both of you and will give you a large settlement if you divorce him at the end of your sentence. You don’t have to like what he does to you or to obey Amon but you can never try to leave him until your final child by him is 18. You will raise your sons with none of this “completely straight” bullshit but otherwise how you raise them is between you and Amon. Amon has the right to do with you as he will for the length of your service to him and you will not protest any cosmetic changes he makes to you” They told them Five babies would take about 12 years to work through giving the body plenty of time to recover between and with having to raise the children it was effectively a 30 year sentence “Amon has his own strain of HIV and wants to infect you himself so we have stopped your infection and as of now you are still neg. Your torques will allow and facilitate his infection of you then resume normal protection, Oh and as a final parting gift we had your cherries grown back one last time” they said to the two angry twins Stopping an HIV infection could only be done within a week if the initial infection even with today’s medical technology but infecting his “wives” was important to Amon Amon came out to greet them. He was a large man with dark skin and short cropped black hair. He had a huge smile and a huge cock and his eyes lit up as they fell on the twins “You will make beautiful babies with me” he said to Alvin reaching out to pinch his nipple Alvin’s gave took on a look of disgust and he tried to walk away bit didn’t get two steps before the commands he had been given stopped him. He could not leave till his sentence was complete A man came and stood before them and he wore a chain of office that denoted him as a civil marriage clerk. All marriages were civil now and these clerks performed the simple ceremony all over the planet Before he started he asked a few questions. The twins hand been prompted with the answers Amon wanted “What gender and title do you wish to enter this marriage under?" The clerk asked “Male, husband" Amon said “Male, wife” both twins were compelled to answer though they sounded perfectly natural, even happy thanks to Zeke and Tommy’s control The ceremony went quickly after that and these twins who had wanted to bring racism back to a world that had been free of it for centuries were now the wives of a black man and sentenced to bear him five sons each “I sent you a complete report on them Amon, look it through wen you get a chance” Torrent said “We interrupted your wedding so it’s only fair we see you safely married and we even got your brother married with you. Congratulations! Both of you! And you too Amon!” Zeke said to Calvin and then all of them “Thank you for my two beautiful wives my friends! I will treat them with the respect I’m sure they would treat their own wives with!” Amon said putting an arm around each twin and pulling them against him Zeke and Tommy stepped through a transport door directly into their apartment. Tommy just wandered around, it was his first chance to look around the newly rebuilt place alone. The memories of he and Zeke’s early days were everywhere here and he smiled letting them come. He and Zeke gave each other their weekly load and then a few more in a bed so like the first one they had ever slept in together ten centuries ago that Tommy could not tell the difference “It’s good to be home” He thought as he snuggled into Zeke’s chest and slept for nearly the 365,000th time. There had been a missed day or two here of there when one of them had been hospitalized but other than that they had been together every night since that first. They had the “Church” in the village torn down and a small grove of cherry trees planted there to mark the final resting place of so many things that did not fit in this world anymore ******************* Amon scanned the report Tommy had sent him in his hard and took in it’s entirety in just a few seconds. he had been a student of history so he had a better idea than many of the things these men had been trying to resurrect and the things they had done and tried to do “My wives find themselves in a situation very like what they tried to force those poor women into. It is a fitting punishment for them” He thought ironically He looked at his two scowling wives and smiled at them “You can serve out your sentence willingly or not but you will serve it out. I married you and made you my wives at Tommy’s suggestion and now that I have gone through the report of your activities I understand why.” he said to them “Since you do not believe a wife can be raped I will have no problem forcing my attentions on you as my legal wives, in fact I would enjoy breaking you both and making you serve me as you would have done those poor women.” he went on “How do you have HIV? You are not a member of PIPE that I know of, or were you in the past?” the short haired one asked. Amon had no intentions of learning their names, a brief time with a hair accelerator would make him look identical to his twin and he was simply going to have a 1 or a 2 tattooed on their asses to tell them apart “No, in my youth I sought it out. You can turn off your torque’s protection against it and I found the experience erotic. The man who infected me was quite compelling and magnetic. He explained the process to me and bred me every day till my torque told me I was poz irrevocably. He wanted me to stay and help him spread his virus but I had family commitments so I turned back on my protection and came home” He told the one he decided would be 2 “I have turned off my protection again but it will take a week or so to build up enough virus to infect you both so we will wait till then for your first breeding, Do not worry, your synth skins will protect our sons from the HIV. They will be born healthy and strong ” Amon said “Strip them” He said to his men who were standing near by He examined them as his men held them by the arms. They were beautiful and would produce beautiful sons, Their small, barely average cocks were oddly hard as he examined and touched them. He loved the way his dark skin contrasted with their pale white skin that was the color of cream in untanned areas. He would keep them out of the sun and soon they would be that color everywhere “With these tiny cocks you were born to serve men like me and bear my sons” He told them “You are barely men as it is. Those women you wanted so bad would have laughed at you” he told them and motioned the guards to take them away They spent the next week having things done to their bodies and listening to a looped recording that played in their ears 24/7 the only difference in what they heard were the numbers that were now their names 1 heard “My name is 1. I am Amon’s wife and slave, I was born to be these things and to bear his sons, I was also born to carry his HIV in my blood. Amon, our sons and his HIV are all that matters in my life. I will serve and pleasure Amon, raise and nurture our sons and worship the virus in my blood. I am lucky to have all three. I deserve this as just punishment for my actions” And 2 heard almost the same thing A week later the twins were delivered to their husband who had been saving his cum all that time. He wore a long, black. silk robe as he waited They now both had their nipples pierced and silver rngs hung from them. The wounds were healed but their nipples were now far more sensitive than they had been before. Their small cocks were pierced too and a tiny lock hung from the end of each holding in place chastity devices that kept them from even getting hard Their hair was long and cut the same, The only difference was the tattoos on their asses They wee in a light airy room with silk hangings and cushions scattered on the floor as well as bondage equipment and two slings, all black so it stood out “Who are you?” Amon said to the nearest twin to him “I am 1” he replied in a slightly dazed voice “And who am I” Amon asked “You are my Husband and Master” 1 said “Come kneel before me 1” he said and 1 crossed the room and did so “Tell me what you want 1” Amon said “I want to serve you and to carry your sons. I want you to put your HIV in my body and claim me with it” he said “Open my robe and kiss the cock that is going to do those things to you” Amon said 1 opened the robe and reverently kissed the tip of head sticking out of Amon’s foreskin. the cock was soft and hung down about nine inches. It was dark, the skin glossy and it was about beer can thick the entire length, His balls were about the size of lemons and one hung down further than the other “Oh God man, how can you give in like that?” 2 said angrily “1 help me with your brother wife. He needs some instruction” Amon said and the two of them strapped 2 to a large X cross with his back and ass exposed. He was yelling and cursing at Amon and his brother the entire time Amon took a switch and expertly used it to make 2 scream as his back and ass turned red. The torque would make sure that tomorrow there would be no marks, the pale skin once again perfect When he was done he said to 1 “go to that other cross and let me secure you as well so I can do the same to you” 1 did sp but asked “why Master? I was good” “Yes you were my wife, so I will not beat you quite as hard. I do this because you do not have my son growing in you. I will switch you both every day you are not pregnant with my son” he said “That makes sense Master” 1 said Amon gave him a light switching for begin a good wife He then went to the still sobbing and cursing 2 and lined his now rock hard 10 inch cock up with his slave’s hole “I don’t want this. I’m not ready! I don’t want HIV” 2 begged “Too bad bitch! You are going to get it and my son as well. You said it yourself, You even preached it to others. A man can’t rape his wife” Amon said and he rammed in balls deep 2’s hole was not virgin but it felt like it was and he screamed at the brutal poz invasion Amon reached around and pulled n the rings in his nipples making him moan and soon his body took over and started started pushing back on his cock as he slid in and out, loving how his ebony cock looked sliding into that cream colored ass Amon got close behind him and whispered “who are you?” into his slave’s ear “I am 2” he said in a moaning voice “Who and I?” Amon asked “My Husband and Master” 2 said pushing his ass back to meet that black cock’s thrusts “And what do you want 2?” Amon whispered and started biting and sucking on the side of 2’s neck, leaving a large mark on that pale skin “I want your baby and your HIV Master” 2 said in a slightly broken voice as his mind twisted into it’s new role in life “You got it wife, here comes both now” he groaned as he began spewing sperm and virus deep inside this twisted fuck. Their toques flashed acceptance of 2’s weekly load 2 learned what an anal orgasm was as he felt his Master cum in him wit toxic virus and sperm both wanting to impregnate him As he came down off that orgasm he felt his balls being pumped for his own sperm as his Master’s was collected and filtered to only let the sperm through and leaving the concentrated virus behind, making it’s infection of his blood even more likely Amon waited for about 20 minutes and then his torque and 2’s started flashing pink then baby blue and they both knew 2 was pregnant He repeated the process with 1 but more gently as his more devoted wife begged for his baby and his HIV and they got the confirming pink and blue flashes soon after They tested positive for Amon’s strain of HIV a couple months later but they were taking so many loafs their torques never went near a week without recording a new one All of their son’s were born healthy and happy. When they had each born five sons for Amon he simply bought them new synth skins and asked them to put them on 2 actually had the presence of mind to ask why he should and was told “Because tif you don't he switchings won’t stop now till your last son is 18 but as long as you have a child by me under 18 they will if you do ” 2 quickly put the skin on, The switchings had become more severe lately and he could not take 18 years of that. He didn’t consider that that would keep him and his twin with Amon forever because they had to raise their youngest child with him to 18 before they were free to leave him Amon slowed the birth rate down to one every 4 years for the twins and on his oldest sons 18th birthdays he let them father a son on their mothers. the system for keeping the children of near relatives defect free had been perfected centuries ago when synth skins had first been invented so there was no worry there After that Amon fathered every other child on his wives and the rest were by his sons, who had unlimited use of their mothers as sexual outlets once they turned 18. Eventually his grandsons joined baby fathering business and the very last baby 2 had was fathered by his great great grandson/son At 100 Amon let the twins retire from baby making. They both had over 20 children and 100 grandchildren both of their own birthing and the normal kind They never even thought of leaving Amon when their youngest turned 18, They loved him to much When Amon passed 42 years later 1 and 2 did not recognize Tommy and Zeke at the funeral, even though they gave heartfelt condolences to the grieving twin wives who were now 160 years old They followed their Amon within a year but they had lived a happy, love filled life for the vast majority of it and left behind whole platoons of descendants who loved them very much *************** Tommy and Zeke had been back in their rebuilt apartment for a week when their grandson showed up in tears West was not really their grandson, He was the direct descendant of their first clones Karl and Charly. 7 generations down the line. They had always been involved in that lines lives calling each child their grandchild to keep things simple Zeke held and rocked West gently on the couch as Tommy made tea for them West was 28 years old and the man he had been about to marry had been killed in a freak accident. Such things still happened even in 3024 They moved West into an apartment on a lower floor of their building. Zeke and Tommy were the only permanent residents in the building but there were other furnished apartments where friends and family could stay when they visited Tommy activated the “grieving period” on West’s torque eliminating the need to take loads for 6 months and they spent a lot of time helping their grandson through his grief 6 months later West was feeling somewhat better, He was a good looking young man with Tommy’s eyes and hair and Zeke’s build and cock Tommy had noticed that West’s torque was glowing blue and he and Zeke went down to remind their grandson that he needed to get out there and get back into compliance “Can I ask you two to help me out? I have wanted to play with you both since I was about 12” West said Tommy and Zeke had fucked almost every one of their grandsons at least once so they had no problem complying “But you get out there and earn the next load or use a PIF young man!” Tommy said in mock severity shaking a finger at him They had all forgotten one thing though Zeke went first sliding his 10 inches gently into his handsome grandson moving in and out with his huge balls slapping their 7 generations later echo with each thrust. He groaned and came in West and both their torques flashed as well as the red flash around Zeke’s cock West tested a few minutes then held his arms out to Tommy Tommy slid in next and gave his grandson a good pounding, ten minutes later his load to Zeke as his grandson came all over himself and there was the flashes, then West’s torque faded completely They were starting to clean up and they got a bit of a shock when both Zeke and West’s torques started flashing pink and baby blue and they all remembered “You were getting ready to start a baby when he was killed weren’t you” Zeke said with a slightly sick feeling and West nodded Tommy had to cover his mouth to keep from giggling “Ummm there’s more” West said motioning them to sit “I used to love your stories of when you were young and liked to give people HIV. I turned off my protection when I went blue and hoped you would both fuck me. You probably just pozzed me as well as knocked me up” West said “He’s your sneaky assed grand son alright” Zeke said to Tommy “MY grandson? Why are they always MY grandsons when they do something underhanded?” Tommy asked “Because I’m not subtle enough to be that sneaky” Zeke said with a smile for his husband “That is true, you still use battle axe diplomacy even after all this time. Ok he’s my grandson” Tommy said “He’s too smart to be yours” Then West and Tommy’s torques started flashing pink and blue “Did I mention we were going to try for twins” West said sheepishly “SO your grandson” Zeke said as Tommy’s jaw dropped ************** Bane was 18 by less than a week and still a virgin. He was one of the most famous boys in the world, He was a fashion model and singer as well as an actor, He had dark sensual good looks with auburn hair and eyes of a bright amber that seemed to smolder as well as a full generous lipped mouth that his fans dreamed of kissing. His body and skin were perfect. He was 6 foot tall with an athletic though not overly muscular build, His ass was to die for, just this side of being a bubble butt and his cock was a massive 11 inches. He had the perfect dusting of ginger body hair and skin slightly darker than cream that was freckled so perfectly that it looked like God had placed every one perfectly. These were just what God and Genetics had given him. He was a sweet, good natured boy, though sometimes he was assertive when he needed to be though he didn’t see what people thought he was so special. If anything he was shy and self conscious when around a man he felt was attractive. He was a natural born submissive though he didn’t know it yet He was also one of Tommy and Zeke’s grandsons. Charly and Karl had had three boys and first one had married “Little Red” who was Red’s clone/son and Bane was descended from them As far as he knew his grandpas Tommy and Zeke currently had 11 grand kids running sound in the world Most of them had been at his 18th birthday party 3 days ago but Tommy. Zeke and cousin West had seemed a bit freaked out about something. Still it was a good party He was going to meet one of his fans. A man who looked to be in his 30s with auburn curly hair, lighter than his by a few shades, that reached his shoulders and a matching mustache and goatee. His eyes seemed to burn into Bane’s soul when he send video messages that always said the same thing “Come to me when you are 18. I will take you and make you mine. I will share my visions with you and we will usher in a new future together” Bane didn’t know why he was going to meet this somewhat frightening man but he knew he would loose his virginity to him somehow and he wanted to He took a transport door to the island the man lived on and came out standing on a stone platform at the top of long steps that ran down the side of a mountain to a beach village far below The place was an ancient stone temple of some forgotten religion but now the stone doors were carved with a biohazard symbol. Bane only knew what that was because he had seen them tattooed on his grandpas in old pictures “Come in Bane, I knew you would be here today” a deep voice said and the door opened Bane went in and the door swung shut behind him The man waited inside. He wore leather pants so tight that you could see individual veins in his huge half hard cock detailed in the black shiny material. He wore a leather harness like you see in classic leather porn of which Bane was a huge fan. His chest was covered in reddish brown hair that ram down in a strip to his pants and his nipples were pierce. A biohazard like the one on the door was tattooed on his abdomen to the left, below his navel “Strip and sit here Bane” he said indicating a stool that was in front of a throne like chair Bane wordlessly obeyed blushing shyly because he was rock hard as he sat The man sat behind him in the chair and for a moment ran his hands over Bane’s young body possessively “My name is Maxwell Vector and I own you, I am about to dictate what the rest of your life will be and you will accept every bit of it without question. You have no choice and this is not a negotiation. My rules. My orders. My will. You will obey me in all things” he said and as he started his fingers found Bane’s nipples and begin to pinch and pull on them making them hurt and his cock drip pre “First of all I am not your Master, I am your God and you will worship me and my cock. Yoou and I both serve a higher God but I am your personal God. Second, we will marry today and you will be my husband forever. Literally forever. We will live for centuries and you will serve me that entire time. Third, you will turn off your viral protection and let me infect you with HIV, then you will keep it off and let the disease run till I tell you to turn it back on again. You will look like this when you do and our god will keep your appearance like this forever” Maxwell said and he pulled a hand from his now tender nipples to wave it in the air in front of Bane’s face. Then it returned to it’s pinching and pulling as Maxwell began to kiss and suck on his neck, chewing it till he marked Bane Bane saw a vision of the future. He was on stage giving a concert and he looked thin, his face was still handsome and the wanted look only made it more so He was wearing a pair of skin tight white latex pants that showed every detail of his rock hard cock that was down his leg, straining to rip free. The pants also showed his hip bones and his skinny legs He wore no shirt and his stomach was flat and sloped, maybe 5 pounds from being sunken and that biohazard tattoo was there. His chest looked muscular but you could count his ribs and his arms were thin but showed wiry muscles He wore a collar and a long leash that let him move about the stage. The other end of the leash rested in Maxwell’s hand. Maxwell looked exactly the same as he did now as he sat on that stage in a well lighted throne for everyone to see The song he sang was a song of worship for Maxwell and his cock which delivered the true High God which was the Virus in their veins. The crowd of beautiful, healthy young men screamed and cheered when during a guitar solo Bane went and groveled at Maxwell’s feet and lick his boots. Ge sung songs of worship that urged young men to turn off their protection and give themselves to the Virus. To become like Bane, thin, and wasted looking. h Between the songs Maxwell would press the kneeling Banes face into his bulging crotch and thrust his hips, rubbing his slaves face in the cock that had done this to him. The cock that had destroyed his youthful beauty and turned him into a poz God Finally there was the song that invited the young men to take the step now. The doors opened and dozens of men even more wasted than Bane came into the concert aisle naked with cocks dripping viral poison Maxwell and Bane descended into the crowd to join them and one by one these beautiful young men went to the diseased Disciples of the Virus and offered up their neg holes to their new god The wasted poz men fucked them brutally, with no mercy shown. The intent was to welcome them to the worship of their new God in a rush of pain, lust, blood, cum and virus As the boys limped towards the doors with cum and blood running down their legs you could almost see their faces starting to thin as their new God took hold of them Some boys remained seated, seeming scared scared and unwilling to convert, The wasted disciples dragged each one of them to Maxwell and Bane who ripped their clothes off and used their evil wills to force their victim’s viral protection to turn off off. Then as the Disciples held their struggling bodies down, Maxwell and Bane converted them whether they wanted it or not. They forced their toxic cocks up into those unwilling, still struggling neg men As soon as they came in one of these boys their youthful, fresh, healthy bodies instantly shriveled and withered and they wee lost to the Virus God forever. They straightened from their forced conversions and joined the other Disciples as they drug the reluctant converts to their fates Bane came back to his present body with Maxwell still sucking his neck and pulling his nipples He pulled his lips away and whispered in a sultry evil voice. “That concert will happen someday, far out in the future when the Church of the Virus spreads. I will spend eternity feeding on your soul while our Virus God feeds on your body. You have no choice. You are Mine and always have been Mine” Maxwell waved his hand again and a scroll if paper appeared in the air floating next to a acid green feather pen. Bane read every word and it was exactly as Maxwell had said but something bothered Bane “What about love? You talked about marriage but not about love” he said Maxwell's arms went around him and his voice was emotional when he said “Thank the Virus you brought that up! I was not allowed to because SOMEONE likes to make stupid rules. There is an entity called The Light and it came to me when I started worshiping the Virus. It said it would give me power and make the Virus and I true Gods, you too by the way.” “The sacrifice it demanded, just to be an ASSHOLE, was that I could not bring up love before the contract was sealed. Don’t ask me why, I think it just likes to be dramatic or something” Then Bane was spun around. Maxwell took his chin in his hand and painfully forced him to look into his green eyes. The deliberately inflicted pain almost made Bane cum and he realized something about himself “Listen to me, Bane. I am going to spend the rest of eternity physically hurting you every single day. Making you scream because it brings me joy and pleasure and it will do the same for you. But I will also love you deeper than you have ever been loved and we will have a wonderful life together. I promise” Maxwell said “You are making it sound exactly like my Grandads, Zeke and Tommy. I just discovered that I like deliberately inflicted pain and that’s exactly like Tommy. You love giving pain an that’s exactly like Zeke, They fell in love the day they met and have never looked back” Bane said “There are some similarities that aren't there. Maybe because The Light is a plagiarist. It even mentioned those two by name, though I didn’t know you were related to them. I know who and what they are and how old they really are as well. The Light is a terrible gossip” Maxwell said Bane heard a voice from nowhere “Well really Maxwell, you don’t have to be insulting” “Truth is truth my friend” Maxwell grinned “Bane I have loved you since I first saw you at a fashion show in Paris up on the runway The question is, how do you feel about me? Anything at all?” Maxwell asked actually sounding a little anxious “I would not be here if I had not known I loved you from that first message you sent when I was 16" He started "Here in your presence it almost bowls me over how much I feel for you” Bane said honest then he giggled “It took my grandpas almost a month to admit they loved each other” he said Bane turned back around and a new paragraph as well as a second signature line had appeared on the scroll. It read: Maxwell and Bane promise that their love will only grow from this day forward and they will put NO OTHER, not even their Virus God or The Light before each other. Ever!” “I don’t like that last line” the strange voice said “Too bad!” Maxwell said sprawling his signature on the first line Bane took the pen and signed the second line, selling his life and his soul to this man who was now his God and the Virus they both would worship The scroll and pen vanished in a flash and a new voice said “The bargain is sealed abd Soul Jumping ability is granted to Maxwell and Bane” “That’s The Entity, The Light is afraid of it” Maxwell whispered to Bane “I most certainly am not!” The first strange voice said “You sure do jump when it says jump” Maxwell said grinning again. “Now go away, I have a beautiful boy to marry and infect with our God the clerk will be here in less than an hour” “Oh no you don’t! the clerk can wait a bit! I will make it worth their while to. You got a Tux?" he aske Maxwell. The ancient formal wear was back in style Maxwell nodded “Go put it on and meet me back here. Oh I need you to open that transport door and give me the code. Am I on the system here?” Bane asked “System and Bane, full control” Maxwell said looking amused “Scoot, get that Tux and get back here” Bane said Did I mention that Bane could bossy and assertive sometime? Don't let them fool you. EVERY sub s like that when they need to be. Remember, it's the sub who holds all the power. All he has to to is say "No" and it's over He had prepared for just this possibility. Those weird voices that spoke to his Grandpas sometimes had tipped him off to it. He had always heard them though he knew he wasn't supposed to As Maxwell went out the door Bane said “System take these two uploads" and he mentally sent the files When the upload was complete he thought “Wedding” the furniture vanished to be replaced with a wedding set up, chairs on either side of a carpeted aisle, flowers, silk buntings and soft music His Tux was hanging from the podium at the front and as he started to dress he thought “Invitation list to his torque and this message went out to every person he cared about “I'm getting married TODAY. If you want to share this with me you have less than two hours to get dressed and get here. GET YOUR ASSES MOVING!! Love ya! Bane.” Maxwell got back and looked around amused “Very nice” he said and took Bane in his arms for their first real kiss “Bane, what the hell is going on?” Zeke’s voice came from the door He was adjusting his tie as he walked “Oh let me do that you old grump” Tommy who looked perfect said stepping in front of him “I met a man today and I’m marrying him. It’s an old family tradition” Bane said dryly A laugh came from the door and Jeff said “And here ate the originators of that tradition” as he and Mike walked in perfectly dressed Zeke and Tommy walked up and Bane said “Grandpas, This is Maxwell Vector the man I’m going to marry” Other guests were coming in and not a gew of them were relatives of Maxwell. Bane's cousin West and a few other cousins guided people to empty seats “I have heard the name before” Zeke said shaking Maxwell’s hand The two took an instant liking to each other, They were kindred spirits in many ways “I see you had a list of invitees set up as well” Bane said to the man he was going to marry “A voice from beyond warned me about you” Maxwell said with a smile "I think you are going to make my lie interesting" Bane tied to look shy and innocent "Not me" he said in a sweet voice Everyone made it in time to see Zeke walk Bane down the aisle and the wedding clerk performed a simple but beautiful ceremony Afterwards Bane thought “Reception” and the wedding cleared to be replaced by a party set up Jeff and Mike stepped up onto the stage at one end and everyone fell silent as Maxwell lef his new husband to the center of the dance floor alone Before we start are there any other cousins cousins who want to propose?" Jeff asked. It was an old, old joke "Ya know, it's been a thousand damn years almost, can we drop it already?" Dale said and most of Bane's side of the family laughed Jeff and Mike sang “Heartsong” as Maxwell and Bane danced their first dance. This was another family tradition that had been honored at every family wedding in Bane's family for the last 10 centuries The party lasted a few hours but soon the newlyweds were once again alone in the Temple of the Virus Maxwell took Bane's hand and kissed it then asked “So, your choice, bedroom or dungeon? I have waited long enough to get my Virus into you” “Dungeon, definitely” Bane said The party scene vanished and to be replaced by a very well equipped dungeon and Maxwell ordered “Strip!” and Bane began carefully removing his Tux and hanging it up properly as Maxwell did the same A good Tux is expensive even in 3024 ************************************************************************************************************* Next chapter: That first fuck you are all waiting for Let me know what you think! Your comments mean a lot! Scanbu

Over the next few weeks Dave started to change his point of view. Things with Niall seemed to go back to normal, work was steady, their banter was good. If anything they seemed to have become closer. Initially he had been afraid to ask Niall what exactly he had smoked that particular weekend, with everything that happened he had forgotten to ask. One Friday though, as they were discussing weekend plans he got the nerve and asked. "Ah, that stuff? It's called T. Can be good for a pick me up. Keeps you up so you can go for the night like". "Jeez i could do with that for training" Dave joked. "So you liked it then?" Niall asked. "Ah yeah was a good buzz, as you say, kept me going in the club too". Niall looked at Dave, unsure of what to make of the youngster's interest, "yeah, it's not something for every week but can be good on occasion." "So", Niall began cautiously to Dave, "what's your big plan for the weekend?". "We've got a match tomorrow afternoon but that's about it" Dave replied, "A few of the lads are talking about heading to town but to be honest the bank account is low this week so I'll probably give it a skip". "Ah right" said Niall, "well if you've any interest I'm gonna watch the soccer, a few cans. Feel free to call, can crash if ya want", Dave smiled, "Sound, man, yeah I'll keep it in mind". Saturday came as did Dave's match. It was a tough slog and Dave took more than a few smacks before being taken off. "Good man" the coach told him, "you played great today". By the end of the match Dave was loving life, they'd won by 3 points and it was his best game of the season so far. When hos teammates brought up going out again Dave was tempted. Unfortunately he was in the red, his parents had subbed him for the coming week. Dave forgot about his fiancial woes quickly though. Now he was looking at his teammates differently. He noticed their different body types and builds, how body hair suited some, who trimmed, who was wearing what sort of underwear, who looked handsome once changed. Where did that come from he thought. As the evening went on Dave was bored, his buddies still away at uni, doing assignments or out with dates. He on the other hand couldn't afford a few pints and a taxi. Then he remembered Niall's offer amd sent a text to see if the invite stood. Niall told him to call away and, if he wanted he could stay. Within the hour Dave had cleaned himself up, taken any beer left in the fridge and driven to Niall's, telling his parents not to expect him home. Niall answered the door similar to last time, grey joggers but this time a City jersey. "You a city fan?" He asked as he and Dave entered the house. "Don't really follow soccer to be honest, but happy to watch a game." "Grand job" Niall replied. As they entered the sitting room Dave was surprised to find someone else there. This guy looked a similar age to Niall, shaved head, 5 o'clock shadow. Even though he was sat down you could tell he was easily 6 ft, he was wearing a dark grey t-shirt, snickers work pants and a pair of work boots. "Dave, this is Tommo" he's just after landing from Dublin. "How's it going?" Tommo said, reaching out to shake Dave's hand, " can't believe they actually let this bollocks train someone up". "Ah feck off" Niall shot back. Dave learned the two men were old buddies and Tommo had a few days off so decided to call down. "Right, I'm gonna clean myself up" Tommo declared after downing a couple of cans. Niall asked Dave about his own match earlier and Dave was happy to give a full report. Just as he was finishing up Tommo came back. Dave cauhht himself glancing at the man who returned in a jersey that seemed a size too small and a pair of tight adidas trackies that showed off a bit of a bulge. Tommo looked at Dave, "jeez lad we look very casual compared to yourself". It was true, despite knowing he wasn't going out Dave had opted for a form fitting polo, jeans and trainers. "Do you not have any he could throw on?" Tommo directed at Niall. "Well..." Niall began as Dave said it was fine. "Nah Tommo's right, much as I hate to admit it". We're gonna be in for the night, might as well be comfortable. With that Dave followed Niall to his room. Dave's pulse began to race as he remembered what happened last time. He could feel the bllod flowing to his cock. "Here, try these" Niall handed Dave a pair of red skinny trackie bottoms. "You might as well throw this on too" he said, passing Dave and old jersey, "just in case of spillage" Niall said with a smirk and a wink. As the evening went on the 3 lads sat watching the match. It was good fun, Dave laughed as the other two constantly threw insults at each other and even got one or two of his own in. As the match finished up Tommo looked at his last can, "fuck it lads, I'm sick of beer, anything stronger?" Niall looked at Tommo and Dave, "well I might have something, Dave no pressure on you now though" he said very matter of fact like. With that he left the room and came back with a back pack. "Look, these are just some party favours I've got" Niall explained, anyone fancy a bump?" "Mighty" said Tommo, rubbing his hands together. Niall divided out the white powder on the coffee table, Tommo led with inhaling it through hos nostrils, followed by Niall who could see the worry on Dave's face. "Hey lad, there's no pressure to try it. But if you're worried I'm here, I'll look after ya". Dave looked at Niall and all his feelings came to the forefront getting rid of dout. "Ok so, but just a small bit." "Ha, good man yourself" Tommo shouted. Once the party favours started so too did the party. Tommo got the remote of the smart tv and found a dance tune playlist on line. As the music played the men learned more about one another. Niall and Tommo had been in school together and both went into trades, basically they were thick as thieves back in the day. They asked Dave about his situation, he was the youngest of 3 brothers, had a girlfriend in school bit they broke up when it came to uni. He'd been single since. "So what you do for pussy?" Tommo asked, "you're a big tank of a rugger, ye get all the women don't ye?". Dave blushed slightly, "well" he began, "between work and training I'm fairly busy. Plus most of the nights out I go on now is with the lads. Usually end up in places with an older crowd". "Nothing wrong with a bit of older totty, is there?" Tommo smirked at Niall. Dave looked puzzled until Tommo explained that he and Niall had once had a threesome with an older woman when they were in their early twenties. Tommo took great pleasure in recounting the experience and Dave was listening, getting excited by every detail. "Hey, why don't we do a few more favours" announced Tommo. Niall could see that Dave looked doubtful about taking another bump, "how about a little T instead?". He offered Dave the pipe and lighter, and joined Tommo in taking some more coke. Over the next hour the lads were partying big time. The music continued playing and the dancing started. After another hit of the pipe Dave could feel the sweat dripping from him. "Lads, I'm boiling. I'm gonna grab a glass of water, anyone else want one?" "Oh yeah, good man" Niall said. By the time Dave returned with the water Niall and Tommo had taken off their tops. "Fuck, it's an oven in here man" Tommo said as he took a glass from Dave. Tommo's chest was covered in a light dusting of dark hair and tattoo of a star on his left pec. Both his and Niall's torsos glistened with sweat and it didn't take much convincing for the now high Dave to start stripping off. It was a sight, three toned men dancing stupidly in a living room in just trackies and socks. "Right" Niall suddenly announced as he turned down the musoc, I need to be a bit more mellow. Niall took out a baggie and divided the powder into 6 lines. Dave looked at his boss, "No worries" said Niall, "This is K. It winds ya down a bit, you can trust me man". Dave followed the other men's lead and sniffed. "How you feeling?" Tommo asked. Dave said he was good but still a bit hot. "Yeah" Tommo agreed, and with that stepped out of his trackies. He sat on the couch, in a pair tight trunks, "much better" he sighed, "lads ye should join me". Niall copied without delay as Dave, now light headed and merry giggled, pulling down the pair he had borrowed from Niall earlier. As he stepped completely free the other men wolf whistled at the 19 year old in his black boxers. "C'mere lad", Tommo instructed as Dave sat between the two older men. "So Davey lad, how are ya feeling now?" Tommo asked. "I'm good lad, fuck, this is savage craic" Dave responded. Niall was quietly inhaling on the pipe and exhaling, "You ever shot gunned?" he suddenly said, looking at his apprentice. "Nah man, what's that?", "Watch myself and Tom and you can try after". Dave watched, totally entranced, as Niall took a hit of T, leaned across him and blew it into Tommo's mouth. His eyes were wide and all he could do was nod when asked if he wanted a turn. Niall blew smoke into the teen and instructed him to hold it before realeasing it back. As Dave got used to the technique it wasn't long before the smoke was being passed between the three men. On the fourth or fifth attempt Dave felt that both the older lads were moving closer when suddenly he felt a tongue slip into his mouth. Dave's head was spinning. Here he was, practically naked on a couch, kissing his boss. It was like an out of body experience, the drugs enhancing every touch making him tingle. While Niall held his face, Dave could feel another set of arms coming from behind. Tommo was rubbing his body, his rough hands settling on Dave's nipples, tweaking and twisting them as Tommo begain to bite, lick and kiss the nape of Dave's neck. Niall pulled back from Dave and looked him in the eyes, "well Dave lad, I reckon you're in for a treat tonight." High as a kite, Dave barely registered what was being said. He loved the senseation of rubbing his hand through Niall's chest hair. Tommo caught Dave's face and turned it to himself, forcefully invading Dave's mouth with his tongue.

There are many more scenarios than breeding and monogamy (which I would equate to black and white)... Considering black and white, the other scenarios would be "shades of gray..." I firmly sit in one (probably many) of those shades of gray... (FTR, I have ZERO interest in monogamy! And I have ZERO interest in breeding purely for the sake of getting off because I can jack off with less effort... Bore me! 🥱) Yes, I want to get off when I top! But even more important to ME is ensuring that the bottom enjoys himself as much as I can make him enjoy himself. If the bottom's enjoyment doesn't include him coming (cause the fucking and/or my loads were all he needed), fine. But, if his enjoyment includes his own orgasm, I'm going to do everything in my power to ensure that he has an orgasm... >> I << believe that it takes two to have sex, and BOTH people should be satisfied (however they define satisfaction) when the sex is over. For those tops who believe, "it's all about me and what I want, and the bottom should be happy with that!" more power to you! I'm not one of those tops though! I'm not going to "yuck your yum," so please don't yuck mine... I try to remember that there are "different strokes for different folks" when I post. I'm not always successful at that though. There is no one monolithic way to have sex, much less gay sex. I think we all need to remember that...

Tommo grabbed Dave's hair and pulled him away from his face. He could only grin as he looked at the young lad's face. He was lost in horniness. Niall spoke up, "Time for another round of this I'd say" he said handing the lighter and pipe to Dave. "Take another few hits there man". Like a good apprentice Dave followed the instruction taking three big hits. The tingling ran all through his body and he was feeling so horny. He passed the pipe to Tommo and, without thinking starting reaching down into his boxers to wank himself off. Tommo didn't bother taking a hit, he was more interested in what the young lad in front of him was at, "Ha, good idea there, what you reckon Niall?" Niall smiled at Tommo and both men stood and removed their underwear revealing two semi swollen cocks that were only getting bigger. The young apprentice couldn't believe what was going on. At the back of his mind this seemed wierd to say the least but the alcohol and drugs had lowered his inhibitions to the point that he simply didn't care. He was horny, his buddies were horny. Niall's cock was lovely, natural even, uncut nice girth, about 7.5inches (same as me, he thought), nice bush of pubes. Tommo's was longer he noticed. 8 or 9 inches he guessed, slimmer than his own and Niall's but cut and completely devoid of hair. Dave was rejoined by both men on the couch as they started wanking and chatting as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Tommo sat on Dave's right, placing his left arm behind the younger lad's head while slowly stroking his meat with his right. "Everything alright there lad?" He asked, noticing a slightly crest fallen Dave still with his hand inside his own boxers. "Fuck sake, can't seem to get properly hard", the apprentice blurted out. "Ah", Niall began, "that can happen with T lad, gives ya the mood but not the horn. Don't stress bud, give it time, relax, we can help sort ya" he finished his reassurance with one of his trademark winks that got Dave flustered. "I've an idea" Niall said, grabbing Dave by the hand and leading him out of the sitting room. The 19 year old followed his mentor into a guest bathroom. "Sometimes a good shower helps, ya know just clean yourself down and out" Niall explained to his apprentice who was only half comprehending what he was hearing. "Lose the boxers and step in there" said Niall, in strange, half commanding tone Dave recognised from work. He did as instructed, followed by Niall who switched on the shower and toyed with the temperature. Still in the fog of T, Dave was puzzled, the nozzle was an odd one he'd not seen before, "that some fancy yoke?" he asked. Niall just laughed to himself, "No lad, it's not for your head, it's for your ass". Dave seemed to sober up quickly hearing this, "what?!". "Don't worry kid, it won't hurt. It'll help clear ya out a bit. I did it earlier myself, so did Tom when he freshened up earlier". Niall explained to Dave about how the nozzle would spray water into him, how to hold it and sit over the toilet to realease. Dave was dubious, he felt like he should go, but Niall was so calm and matter of fact, besides, as Niall had explained, the clearout apparently helped with getting hard. For the next while Niall helped guide Dave through the process, eventually proving successful with a stream of clear water flowing from the younger lad. "Well, how do ya feel?" Niall asked the teen, "Good yeah, think it worked, feels like I'm sobered up a bit." said Dave, rubbing his hole, not quite believing what he had just done. "Ha, yeah kid, it's a life saver" Niall responded as he changed the shower head, "c'mon, we both need a rinse after that" motioning Dave to join him in the shower. The shower seemed to relax both men, they chatted as they washed, the occasional friendly grab or slap of an ass cheek. Just like the showers after training or a match Dave thought to himself. As they dried off Dave felt refreshed, it was as if he'd just woken from a great sleep. When they returned to the sitting room the two found Tommo had switched the TV to porn. On screen, two muscle bears were spit-roasting a cute blonde who's tits were bouncing around. Dave was mesmerised. "Fuck sake, I thought you two were gone out for the night" joked Tommo, "right" he continued, "I'm gonna have a quick refresh myself" passing the other two for a shower. It wasn't long before Tommo came back to find Naill and Dave chatting as porn still played in the background. "Fuck lads, things are dying here, better change it" he declared as he refilled the pipe and lit it up. For the next few minutes the lads took turns taking hits, shotgunning and having a laugh. "How long since we had the cans?" Niall asked, "a few hours" responded Tom with a knowing smile. With that Niall went to the fridge, took out a bottle of coke, a jar of clear liquid and a syringe. Dave watched as Niall put an amount of the clear liquid into a glass for each and filled them with coke. "Here, down this, it's fantastic with the T" Niall explained as Dave took the glass and along with the other two men downed it in one. "Fuck that's rotten" the young man said. Tommo quickly took a hit from the pipe and pulled Dave in for a shot gun before once again slipping in his tongue. Dave was feeling very relaxed and loving the feeling of Tommo's stubble against him. He was loving how good this felt as Tom slowly led him onto the floor with Dave lying on top. As they kissed slowly, both enjoying each other, Dave felt Niall's hands massage his calves. He was loving it as hands slowly but surely made their way to his ass cheeks. He was so horny, he could feel Tommo's boner growing underneath him, when suddenly he was shocked back to reality. His cheeks were spread and a tounge was licking his hole.

I woke up the next morning to the brightness of the sun blinding me in the room. Apparently, I was spent after all Adrian had put me through the day before. Adrian was still sleeping behind me, with his big toned body tight against my back, and his bulking arms wrapped around me. I could feel his package pressing against my ass, which was aching from the plug he had put in me the night before. I checked my phone and saw it was almost 945. Adrian must have woke up to me moving around, because I felt his big hands rubbing my ass cheeks and pressing at the plug in my ass. "Morning fuck boi". He moved his hands around to fondle my chest and pinch my nipples, and cock was instantly hard. I realized that Adrian had cum countless times the day before, breeding my ass everytime with his dirty loads, but I hadn't cum yet. "Look at that hard white dicklet getting hard for Daddy. Roll over and get this cock in your mouth boi, I know thats what you need, whether you know it or not". He was right. His big black cock was all I could think about. I rolled over, crawled between his legs, and took his morning wood into my mouth. "This is how my little slut should wake Daddy every day. You hear that boy?" "Mmphh" was all I was able to get out, as I tried to say yes with his cock stretching my throat. I sucked, slobbered, and gagged on Adrian's cock for what felt like 15 minutes, my own cock dripping below me and begging for attention. Adrian leaned up and tugged the plug out of my ass, leaving my aching hole feeling dull and empty. "Get up here and ride this big cock. I'm gonna give this pussy its first breeding of the day". Wasting no time, I slid up and impaled myself on Adrian's cock. It was amazing how easily I was able to sink down on his cock balls deep. My ass was really starting to open up. The loads from the night before that were still marinating in my ass also helped with things. Before long I was riding Adrian's cock, working up a sweat trying to milk a load out. I no longer had any apprehension about being fucked, and getting Adrian to blow his load was the only thing on my mind. Adrian was squeezing my nipples, pinching them between his fingers. This only made me hornier, and my own little dick was leaking precum all over Adrian's chest as I bounced up and down. "Fuck this pussy feels so goddam good. This pussy was made to take this big fucking cock. Work that fucking load out white boi. You keep this up you're gonna get a big dose of my poz nut. I can feel those fucking loads dripping down my balls out of that loose cunt. Fuck you're such a fucking slut." This turned me on even more, being called a "fag" by Adrian. This should have pissed me off but I just accepted it. I guess it's what I was now. My new title. Before long Adrian was bucking beneath me, blowing another hot load of poz cum up my ass. After he blew his load, I just sat there on Adrian's deflating cock in my ass. "Look at that little white clit. That's what I call that little white dick of yours, its not even a cock. Rock hard waiting for attention. Jack that little cock off for me as you sit on Daddy's big cock." I didn't want to wait for Adrian to change his mind, and I started going to town cranking my cock. It didn't take long before I was blowing my load all over Adrian's chest. Adrian's softening meaty cock in my ass made me so fucking horny I couldn't control myself. I didn't think I could ever cum without a cock in my ass again. I started to panic, not knowing if I was gonna get beat for blowing my load all over Adrian's chest. "Get your mouth to work and clean up this spunk and get my cock cleaned up. We got shit to do today". I hesitated for a second, not knowing if I could eat my own cum. I must have hesitated too long, because Adrian cracked me across the face, and told me to "not fucking keep him waiting". I took a deep breath, climbed off Adrian's now soft cock, and started licking my cum off his chest. This was my first time ever tasting cum, and it suprisingly wasn't horrible. I licked all my salty cum off Adrian's chest before moving down to his cock and balls. There was white froth in his pubic hair, clearly the loads he had blown in my ass were churned into froth as he fucked my ass again this morning. I could feel the other loads still leaking out of my ass crack and down my balls. Before long, Adrian's cock and balls were shining with my spit and clean as a whistle. Adrian pulled me off his cock by my hair and stood up. "Stay the fuck here boy" was all he said as he walked out of the room. He returned a minute later, holding a small plastic thing that looked like a little tube. I didn't know what the fuck it was. "Lay back on that fucking bed". I obeyed, and Adrian crawled on the bed between my legs. My cock was soft, having just blown a load. Adrian worked a plastic ring around my balls, and I started to go hard at the stimulation. Adrian grabbed my balls and squeezed them like he was holding a baseball. I yelled out "goddamn it ow fuck", as my hardening cock went immediately soft. "Sorry about baby boy but Daddy had to get that little dicklet down". Adrian spit onto my cock, and used the spit as lube to shove my cock into the tube. He secured the tube to the ring around my balls with a little padlock. "Now that fucking dick is where it belongs. I'm gonna keep this little cock locked up until I'm ready to let you out, and who knows when that will be. This will keep my little white slut horny, just the way I fucking want you. With that little fag dicklet locked up the only thing you need to focus on is that little fuck hole. I picked the medium sized one, it still won't let you get hard but won't be horribly uncomfortable. Piss me off and you will get changed out for the small one". Adrian walked off into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. I panicked. What the fuck. My cock was encased in a little tube that there was no way I could get out of. This guy literally has me by the balls. I felt around the plastic tube, and saw there was a little spot on the end for me to piss through. I kind of started to like the weight on my balls, and my body betrayed me and my cock tried to get hard. Adrian was right, as my cock tried to get hard the cage contained it and it hurt like hell. The plastic tube pulled on my balls, and I went soft instantly. Fuck. I heard the shower turn off and Adrian walked out, toweling himself off. I quickly fogot about the cage as I admired Adrians toned body and the big slab of meat dangling between his legs. "Get in the fucking shower and clean up. We got errands to run before I drop you off". I jumped up, thankful that I would be free soon, and got into the shower. "I will lay out what to wear on the fucking bed". I came out of the shower, and saw what Adrian had laid on the bed for me to wear. Apparently he had gone into my suit case, because laying there was another pair of my shorts that went to my midthigh, they may have been shorter than the ones I had on before. Next to the shorts was a tank top that I wore to the gym. There was also black Nike jockstrap that was crusty and had white cum stains in the pouch on the bed, as well a pair of my tube socks. I got dressed, taking a second to admire myself in the mirror. The cage on my cock made a noticeable bulge in my shorts, but you couldn't tell exactly what it was. The tank showed off my toned chest and arms. I turned off the lights and went downstairs. "You like that crusty jock boy? One of my other fuck sluts left it behind. Pull down those booty shorts and show Daddy that jock." I obeyed, and showed him my caged cock in the crusty jock. It grossed me out to be wearing somebody else's dirty jock, but I realized there was worse things. "Fuck yeah. Turn around and show me those cheeks. Oh fuck yeah that ass was made to be shown off by a jock. Get those fucking shorts up and get in the car". We got into his Jeep and drove off. Adrian rubbed my thigh again, like he did the day before. Apparently the kinder, gentler Adrian was back. We made a stop for coffee and kept driving. I knew better than to ask where we were going. We pulled into a sketchier part of town and stopped at a dumpy looking tattoo parlor. "Get your ass inside". I climbed out of the car and followed Adrian inside. Behind the counter was a black guy who obviously ran the place. He was the complete opposite of Adrian, being only about 5'8", bald, and overweight. He had a gut that hung over his pants and was probably pushing 300lbs. Adrian told me to "sit the fuck down" as he went over to speak with the tattoo artist. They spoke in low tones and I couldn't hear what they were saying. "Bruce is gonna set you up boy. He knows what I want. I'll be in the fucking car waiting. Don't fucking embarass me. He's a good friend!". I panicked, now knowing what instructions Bruce had. My knees were shaking as I stood up and walked behind him to the tattoo chair. "Sit down boy. Don't be fucking nervous college boy you're gonna love what Adrian's picked out. Strip down to your jock boy and climb into the chair. " I nervously sat in the chair, as Bruce moved around the small room getting things ready. He finally came over with a little metal tray. "First up is the piercings. Your Daddy requested both ears pierced and both nipples to start." My heart raced and my eyes started to tear up. I had never thought about getting piercings, and was afraid whatever Adrian had picked out was gonna look gay. My fears were calmed when I realized I could just take them out after Adrian dropped me off today. Bruce got to work and prepped his needle, and before long I had diamond studs in both ears, and small barbells in both nipples. They stung like hell, and the weight on my nipples felt really fucking weird. I noticed Bruce had horrible breath and smelled like BO as he worked on me. He was so out of shape he was breathing heavily. He pulled up a mirror to show me his work, and suprisingly I didn't hate the ear piercings, in fact I kind of liked them. And the nipple piercings were hopefully small enough where they wouldn't be noticeable under a shirt. "Last up is the tattoo. Sounds like its going on the forearm, give me your right arm". My heart raced. I always wanted a tattoo, but never knew what to get. I was scared because I still didn't know what tattoo Adrian had told Bruce to put on me. Bruce got to work and put the stencil sticker on my arm, and got to tattooing. He didn't talk as he started to tattoo me, painfully twisting my arm around in different positions, clearly not even trying to be gentle. I quickly noticed the tattoo was a jack of spades playing card, with some roman numerals beneath it. It actually looked cool, not anything I would have picked, but it still looked cool. I had no clue what the meaing of the tattoo was. After what seemed like an hour, Adrian came back into the tattoo shop as Bruce was finishing up. "Just putting the finishing touches on your boy here Adrian". Adrian came over to inspect the tattoo and piercings. He tugged at the nipple piercings and I let out a slight yelp. "Looks fucking good dude. Love bringing my new fuck sluts for you to slut up". "Boy you know what that tattoo means?", Adrian asked. I shook my head no. "It's a jack of spades. It's gonna show every black man you meet that you like black cock. You're marked as a black fuck slut now. And the roman numerals are the date I turned your white ass into a black cock slut". My cock started to try and go hard in it's cage, but was quickly stopped. I fucking loved the idea of this tattoo, if it meant I could get more black cock. "Imma be back in the car. Bruce take your normal payment and send him out". Adrian walked out and Bruce started to bandage up the tattoo and and put things away. He still had not said a word to me since he started the tattoo. Before long he was done, and he came over and stood next to the chair and dropped his shorts. His big belly hung down low, almost covering his smaller 5.5 inch cock. "Turn the fuck over so I can get my tip. Adrian always lets me take a run at his new white bois after he drops them off." I stared at him, in shock. I was repulsed by this ugly dude, I couldn't fuck him. "Ahh..ah..dude I have cash can I just tip you with that? I'm not interested in fucking dude." When I thought about getting more black cock, this was not what I had in mind. "Wrong fucking answer faggot. Wait until I tell Adrian about this". Bruce grabbed me by my arm and flipped me over in the chair, before I even had a chance to defend myself. I felt him inch behind me, and his belly hit my back as his cock entered me forcefully. This dude stunk like BO and was gross, but his forest of pubes was currently scratching my ass. I didn't enjoy Bruce's fucking, it was forceful and rough in my dry ass. I just clenched my jaw and closed my eyes and got through it. I knew I had to get through it to keep Adrian happy. After the sweaty Bruce rode my ass for 10 minutes he finally blew his load in my ass. He whispered in my ear "don't worry I'm not poz boy. Adrian wants that honor". With that, he climbed off me and walked out of the room. "Get the fuck out of here".

As long as fuckin and breedin occurs

I don’t allow my fags to touch their cocks while we are fucking. They really shouldn’t touch it at all when in my presence. It’s a 2 player game. My cock and their hole. If the fuck causes a handsfree orgasm that is ok. That’s great, as long as the bottom realizes that we are not finished until the top(s) cum, and cum as many times as they want. If a bottom cannot continue taking cock after an orgasm he should absolutely not cum. If he can, then I’m agnostic on the topic. His orgasm is irrelevant. He is there to serve the top(s), give pleasure, and receive sperm.

[This is my adaptation of a hot story I read here] Seduced into Poz I decided to write a story for my magazine about bug chasing – gay men who deliberately choose to get infected with HIV. Even though I thought of myself as a straight male and I was married to a beautiful woman, I found this subject fascinating. For some reason, I decided not to tell my wife about the project. When she went out of town on business, I started to interview gay men online to learn about why they wanted to get pozzed. I have to admit I found myself getting aroused by their stories, and I even watched porn clips and films about it. Then I connected online with a guy who said he pozzed other men for money – a “poztitute”. I was intrigued and asked him if we could meet so he could tell me his story. The next night I went to the gay bar he recommended and waited for him. It was my first time in one, and I was nervous. In walked the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. I was surprised when he walked right up to me and said, “You must be Andy. I’m Eric.” He shook my hand and held it for what seemed like a long time. We started to talk. Eric told me about his sex work and why he enjoyed it – liberating men from their fears and letting them enjoy man sex in all its fullness. He went on to share erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding and caused me to get an erection. I don’t know why I was so turned on. I realized he was coming on to me, and I found that exciting. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue, as he stated he could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his “massive viral load”. As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they “helped prime a bottom’s plumbing,” which meant nothing to me at the time. Then he rested his hand on mine and left it there, stroking mine gently, sexually. No man had ever done that before and I felt a strange excitement. He told me he was pozzing a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was rock hard at the thought of watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. It probably didn’t hurt that Eric’s hand brushed my crotch and that he realized he had turned me on. When he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool so his crotch chanced to press against my thigh. I realized he was hard. I was strangely excited to know that he desired me, too. The next evening, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing his doorbell. Eric answered the door buck naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence, his manly aroma. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a losing battle. He had a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick cock that never hung quite down but arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he told me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the “fuck-fest,” to use his words. He disappeared back into his bedroom. I sat down in front of the TV, which was showing a gay porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had bareback sex and boasted about giving their bottoms their charged loads. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10 thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric’s dick. What had I gotten myself into? I thought about making an excuse to leave but every time I started to speak I couldn’t. My mouth was too dry. Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally, he said that it looked like his friend wasn’t going to show. He said I could do a better story if I role-played a bug chaser. I said OK. He told me to undress, which I did. He saw my erection and smirked. “You’re a good actor, Andy.” I turned red but didn’t say anything. “I like my chaser to feel feminine, because he is going to welcome my seed into his cunt,” Eric said. He handed me a pretty women’s wristwatch and slipped a very feminine diamond engagement ring on my finger. It glistened in the light. I felt a chill go up my spine. Next Eric fastened a black leather dog collar around my neck. “And this symbolizes the chaser’s acceptance of his submission to my will.” I felt myself trembling. Finally, he gave me a studded black cock ring to wrap around by swollen dick and balls. I’m not that big – maybe 5 inches – but I felt huge. “Andy, you really need to let yourself feel what the chaser feels.” He told me to stand close to him; I obeyed. He placed his hands on my waist. I felt our cocks rub together and gasped at the sensation. I placed my hands on his powerful arms and noticed how dainty and feminine they looked with the watch and ring. Eric leaned forward and kissed me on my mouth. It was the first time I had kissed another man. I was surprised how natural it felt. He gazed into my eyes and smiled. “Now suck my cock,” he ordered, quietly but firmly. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. “Put your mind in the chaser’s space,” Eric said. “You’re about to take my seed, my pozz juice. You will forever be joined to me. Look at the ring. Just like your wife felt when you gave her a ring like this. She knew yours would be the only cock she would let inside her. My chasers are bound to me the same way.” I looked at the ring out of the corner of my eye and felt the thrill of knowing Eric and I could be forever tied if I went through with it. I heard Eric moan as I pleasured him with my lips and my tongue and even my throat. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there, holding hands like two gay lovers. I lay naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock and balls, and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: drops of pre-cum oozed out of his cock head. I loved the taste of his pre-cum -- slick, salty, and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then, leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could feel myself being opened up. I knew what Eric intended. He said the best way for me to understand what a chaser felt was to let him slip his cock inside me. I resisted, but each time I said “No” it was with less conviction, and he knew it. His persistence and my rising lust won out. When he assured me he’d pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. I still declared I wasn’t going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on my hands and knees. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first, a sharp burning and stinging sensation. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: I now understood why so many gay men love anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. He whispered in my ear, telling me how cute I was, how I was natural bottom, how wonderful my “boi-cunt” felt. I loved his words – they made me feel so desired. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an approaching orgasm, but I didn’t hear (or maybe didn’t want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him “no mas” at the first sign he was going to cum in me. Encased by the leather ring, my balls and cock swelled deliciously. While all this was happening, my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time (my pretty, feminine watch said forty-five minutes), Eric paused his thrusts and said he had some things to tell me. “I can stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. And I can cum and not make a sound.” Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. “I already came twice inside you, Andy.” Before I could say anything or pull away, he grunted, “Here cums the third load!” Eric's strong hands moved to my shoulders and he pushed me face down into the mattress. His full weight was on top of me, pinning me to the bed. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock spasm and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. He pulled my face to the side and kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth and did not resist his tongue. Then I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric’s still-hard cock plugged my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me he knew I really wanted it, that no straight male would let himself be talked into sucking cock and then getting fucked. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night so he could fuck me some more. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I cried as I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. Then I sat for a while, processing what had happened. I looked again at the engagement ring and the pretty watch and realized I had never experienced anything close to what Eric and I had done. Finally, I looked in the mirror, and said aloud, “I’m a gay man. I’m a faggot. And now I can enjoy sex the way I was meant to.” When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Eric had fallen asleep. I slipped into bed with him. He felt me and rolled me onto my back. Then he kissed me passionately and I eagerly responded. I felt his cock harden again. I pulled him on top of me and murmured, “I need you inside me.” He just smiled. I pulled my legs up and apart, and invited him to penetrate me as my wife had so often invited me. As he fucked me, I saw the light reflect off the diamond ring again and realized Eric and I would always be linked by the gift he had given me. My body was soon wracked by an orgasm that started in my toes and went on and on. Eric said I had just had my first “sissygasm”, which proved I was a true faggot. Soon he erupted inside me yet again. He would fuck me twice more during the night, cumming inside me each time. Early the next morning, we agreed we would march together in the upcoming gay pride parade. “Promise me you’ll wear the watch and ring in the parade while we hold hands,” He said. I kissed him passionately and said, “Of course!” I dressed and went home. Later I saw that my underwear was stained with his cum and my blood. When my wife got back to town, I told her that I was gay. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I never wrote the article, but soon became an AIDS activist. From time to time, Eric and I get together to make love, and I always wear the special jewelry he gave me.

This isn't my story but one told to me by a buddy. He's happy for me to share. I may add some additional parts after but they'll just be my fantasies. Names have been changed and locations altered. This is a bit of a slow burner but it does get good. I'm just trying to recount what I was told in as much detail as possible. At nineteen Dave dropped out of university in his first year. Having gotten through secondary school with the help of his teachers he thought he was safe enough to drink his way through college and pass too. Unfortunately that plan didn't work out, nor did the back up plan of becoming a professional rugby player. Dave played through school and college and was good but just not good enough. But, because of his sports days he was a built lad; 5ft 10, broad, short cropped fair haired and blue eyes. He didn't have a six pack but is built like a brick shit house. Between his looks qnd popularity he never had an issue pulling girls but he had always been curious since mutually wanking with a mate when he was in his early teens. He figured it was just a phase but still always took a peek in the showers and admired guys on nights out. Anyway after leaving college he retuened home to his small, fairly rural, Irish town. His parents didn't take long to get sick of his lack of motivation and, after a couple of weeks his father arranged for him to do an apprenticeship in carpentry with a guy he knew through his own work. Dave was gutted, he hadn't much interest but agreed when he was basically told it was that or get out and fend for himself. About a week after he was given the news Dave met his new boss Niall. Niall was in his early 30s, about 6ft, lean but muscular body, dark hair, deep brown eyes and a decent 5 o'clock shadow. Dave remembers feeling odd the first time he met Niall, he didn't realise it was attraction at the time, just figured it was admiration for the guy who looked so well kept. "Alright lad, how's it goin?" Niall stuck out his hand to greet Dave. "Uh grand thanks" came the younger man's reply. "So your father tells me you're interested in carpentry, have you done much of it before?" Niall enquired. "Just a bit in school, and a couple of bits at home, but I was decent enough" said Dave. Niall just laughed and, after some conversation they agreed that Dave would assist with helping to finish off a kitchen unit for the week and, after that they'd see how if Dave would stay on. The project was a success, Dave impressed Niall and surprised himself at how much he enjoyed the work. Niall was quite an easy going guy and they got on well. Usually Friday's included a couple of pints after work before Niall dropped Dave home. During this time the two got to know each other well. Niall heard about Dave's rugby "career" and that he hadn't a steady girlfriend since secondary school, he figured college would provide plenty of women. In turn Dave learned that Niall had previously been engaged but it didn't work out. He had his own place on the outskirts of town and was fond of a bit of weed every now and then to relax. It was on one of those Fridays that things got interesting. After a particularly long day Niall said he felt like something stronger and took a joint out of the pocket of hos van. "You don't mind?", he asked Dave. "Nah man you're fine". "You wanna drag?" Dave was unsure, he'd never tried weed, or any drugs, but Niall reassured him it'd be fine. Dave always seemed to find it hard to say no Niall and took his first puff. "Trust me, it's great for the wind down" Niall told him. The two then discussed weekend plans; Dave's buddies all had deadlines for college so he was having a quiet one. Niall suggested he join him in town, he was going to watch a match and figured Dave might be up for it. Dave agreed but he had training that Saturday and would be running late. "No hassle" Dave told him, bring your stuff, you can shower and change at mine". Saturday came and it was a miserable day, non stop rain from morning. By the time Dave finished training he was soaked and miserable. He wasn't in much of a mood go to Niall's but felt obliged. When he pulled up, Niall answered the door in tight black t-shirt that showed off his body, grey joggers and white socks. "Fuck, you look like a drown rat" he said as Dave came in. He showed him to the bathroom and how to use the shower. I'll continue with the story later. There is chem play coming but like I say this took time to kick off.

World Building content warning: I have been working on this for a couple weeks and the fort chapter is a bit long This is the first chapter of a story in a world 1000 years in the future and a lot of things have changed. A great deal of this chapter deals with world building details explaining some of these changes and the reasons why they happened I tried ro make this part as amusing as I could, The dialogue between Religious Leader and Critical Thinker made me chuckle a few times. Yes I laugh at my own jokes I also think many of you would join me in wishing that PIFs and Orange Parks really existed in today’s world To make things easier I marked the largest part of the World Building section between two lines of @@@@@@@@ symbols If you skip it don’t blame me if you have no idea what the hell is going on later in the story I hope you stick with me and read it all. I’m writing this like a book and some World Building has to be done Scanbu ************************************************************************************************************* Author's note: This is a possible future and may conflict with things in present day stories. One possible reason is it's hard to remember things that happened 1000 years ago Rule one is that there are no paradoxes... Rule two is that if you find a paradox refer to Rule one... Chapter One: Coning Home The man waited in the dark for his husband to get home, though this “home” was not the home his husband thought he was coming to. This had been years in the making and would not have been possible if the waiting man had not been foresighted and nostalgic many years ago The door opened and the man’s husband stepped into the dark room “Lights” the new arrival said. He was always forgetting that he just had to think his commands in a certain mode but the old vocal commands still worked though the lights stayed off this time “Dammit why won’t these damn lights work?” the mans husband muttered “Because I asked them to stay off” The man said in an amused voice His husband actually looked around then and caught the feel of the place, the moonlight coming in through the two story high windows, the muted background sounds of a city around them, the proportions of the place “Zeke, you didn’t!” Tommy said. He knew this place in his bones, though these particular bones had never been here before. But how… this was not possible The lights came up and Tommy found himself in their old apartment, everything was the same down to the cracked brick in the wall across from the elevator door, it even felt the same but this building had been torn down centuries ago “Did you have the building rebuilt from the original plans or something?” Tommy asked “I had it reassembled. This is the original building, on the exact same spot. Remember I took you to Eurp[e when the building was “torn down”? I had it disassembled brick by brick and each brick was numbered and stored with it’s exact position recorded. I have had the supports modernized to fix the structural problem that caused us to have to condemn it and the building is completely updated to modern technological standards” Zeke said Several buildings had stood here in the centuries since but when the last one had been demolished 5 years ago Zeke had decided it was time. He had every brick treated with a preservative that made them virtually indestructible and then had the building painstakingly rebuilt. Old photographs and even more accurate memory scans on Zeke himself had exactly duplicated the furnishings and decorations “Welcome HOME my Tommy!” He said as he took his husband in his arms and kissed him “And happy 1000th anniversary” He said once the kiss broke Tommy looked confused, their 1000th wedding anniversary was not for over a year “Tommy, it’s April 12th 3024” he said gently. Suddenly Tommy’s eyes widened and his hand went to his mouth “We met in that Bathhouse 1000 years ago today!” He gasped “And you brought me to this apartment for the first time that night. How did I forget that?" He asked “Because it’s not really something we kept track of. It's the day you drove The Darkness out of me. It had almost won you know. I almost fell completely and would have without you” Zeke said Zeke was thrilled, in all their centuries together he had never caught his Tommy this off guard, Tommy did it to him probably once every few years but this was a first for Zeke He took Tommy’s hand and led him over to the dance studio with it’s mirrored wall. Tommy found his tights exactly where he knew they would be, In a drawer next to the small changing area. Zeke had remade their home perfectly They did their stretches, moved to the center of the floor and a mental command started that old Billy and Mike song playing The two flowed like water through the dance, They were both in their 5th clone body having just made the jump again about 10 years ago. The Entity managed not only to transfer normal memories but also muscle memory. The only thing it could not transfer was stamina and that took a couple years of steady work to rebuild Tommy and Zeke were the best dancers in history by now. They had done this dance thousands of times and it still invoked the same feelings in them. It was this dance that had forced their love to the fore and made them both admit to it during the explosive sex that had followed Sure enough they ended up on the soft mat they had learned to keep against the mirrored wall, Tommy looking into the reflection of Zeke’s eyes as his lover of ten centuries plowed him from behind, They knew exactly how to move to heighten each other’s pleasure. They would never grow tired of making love to each other as no other sex partner could com close to the pleasure they brought each other As Zeke’s cock spasmed inside of him filling him with his seed a glowing line appeased like a necklace on their shoulders, chest and the back of their neck. Tommy’s glowed green and Zeke’s glowed white After catching their breaths they went into the perfectly recreated bathroom and showered. There was a “light shower” installed as well. It was a device that could get you clean in seconds, no matter how dirty you were but most people still took showers in water and used soap. It just felt better Tommy returned the favor, sliding his cock into Zeke’s ass as the water and steam surrounded them, They were totally versatile with each other now, though they still only bottomed for close friends and relatives. When it came to sex with most others they were both tops. The only exceptions were family and old friends That glow appeared again when Tommy bred his husband but the colors were reversed, Tommy had white and Zeke green This time Tommy caught a flash of the red glow in the bathroom mirror. Ir was around the base of his cock and balls, lie a cock ring under the skin as he came. The same glow around the base of Zeke’s cock as he came on the shower wall As they dried off with a flash from the light shower Zeke said “Get dressed, we have company coming” and sent the mental command “Party: to the apartment system When they came out of the bathroom it cleaned itself as soon as they shit the door and the rest of the apartment was decorated for a celebration, complete with snacks and drinks all set up and waiting Zeke got a mental prompt from the security system and the elevator door opened. In a flash of light their first guests arrived Mike and Jeff stepped into the apartment followed by Hank and Buzz. John and Sal came soon after. “You did a perfect job Zeke, the place looks great! So vintage it makes me want to redo The Compound in classic early 2000s style” Jeff said standing on tiptoes to kiss his husband’s cousin; who was also his cousin's husband, on the cheek. They were cousins married to cousins Tommy’s brother Marc showed up next with his husband Alex followed by Jason and Jet who might just be able to dispute the “greatest dancers in history” crown Tommy and Zeke wore Lars and Cole came next or as many people called the “Tall and Wide” as Lars was almost seven feet tall and Cole was an adorable chubby man Red and Tony arrived and Tommy threw himself into Red’s arms for a kiss as Tony hugged Zeke and squeezed his ass just for old times sake Zeke laughed and kissed the big man, He had gotten over the “I’m only a top” bullshit with thier friends centuries ago. Even Mike bottomed on a semi regular basis now and not just because he had to The elevator door closed and opened again as Theo and his husband Bob stepped out of the actual elevator, having come up from a lower floor Tex and Nick arrived next followed by Agnes and her husband Max and finally Dale and Alan got there. These all were the members of The 100 that Zeke and Tommy were closest to. Each person was with their “Perfect Match”, the spirit they had spent the vast majority of their multiple past lives with just like Tommy and Zeke had A few more members of the 100 arrived and even a couple of The Darkness’ agents were invited though none of The Light’s agent would be seen in the company of these people. The light was always stuck up The Entity had allowed a few agents of those powers to be cloned and soul jump to be fair It has an ulterior motive it had told Tommy and Zeke about. The Darkness and The Light didn't realize that The Entity could track those soul jumped agents and in general, know their plans @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ In the grand scheme of things The Darkness was a petty criminal, it amused itself by “ruining” the lives of individuals or couples but didn’t try to “destroy the world” constantly because it was having too much fun with it’s little games. Tommy often compared it’s personality to that of a cat The Light’s agents mostly just complained and tried to get people to pay attention to them by telling them they should feel guilty for feeling good. They had very few converts, mostly because everyone knew they participated in what they called sin at least once a week. Even agents of The Light were subject to the law of the land though they claimed they should be exempt The Light was the source of almost every religion in history and their grip on humanity had been destroyed in a single generation once the 100 had managed to gain control of education worldwide It had taken requiring just one thing to be taught and every religion on the planet had fought against it's being taught to everyone tooth and nail For the last 870 years every child on the planet was required to take classes in critical thinking What followed was many many conversations that went something like this Religious Leader - You should let me tell you how to run your life, who you can love and marry, how you should act, who you should hate and what you should hate about yourself if you don’t fit my view of how a person should be. Oh! And most importantly you should give me money. Preferably 10% of your income. The money is the most important part! Critical Thinker - You know, that seems like a pretty raw deal, You make my life miserable and I pay you for it? Do you at least kiss me when you ate done? If not why would I put up with all that? Religious Leader - No I don’t kiss you! You are not my type! That would be one of those sin things we talked about earlier! You should accept this all because I have studied these ancient texts and because God has picked me to interpret them for you. I can tell you what they mean Critical Thinker - I have read those texts too and you seem to cherry pick them or even make things up to support your personal prejudices and viewpoints. Either God thinks exactly like you do and the rest of those texts are just an exercise divine in creative writing or you don’t actually know what God thinks. There are also some pretty terrible things in those texts. Things that would get you thrown in jail if you did them, so why should I take them serially? They were written in a time when people didn’t even have electricity or toilets. What do they have tp do with the modern world? Religious Leader (usually through clenched teeth, trying to control their anger) - That’s what FAITH is you miserable sinner! Believing absurd things to keep your betters in power! How can we live our cushy lives of luxury while you work to support us if you don’t just mindlessly obey? How dare you question centuries of tradition that we teach because it’s total self serving and gives all the power to us? You are just supposed to be sheep! I knew letting you learn to think was a mistake! Critical Thinker (usually backing away from the fanatic ecclesiastic because they frothing at the mouth by this point) - I tell you what, you do you and I will do me and we are quits on everything else. I mean maybe of you were going to kiss me when you were done but since I’m not your type why don’t we just be friends? A few religions had caught on and changed their doctrine. They preached love, kindness, acceptance and charity. Their clergy became true public servants but even these religions were greatly reduced. People just didn’t trust them An argument was made for all the charitable work religions did and it was quickly pointed out that it always came with strings attached. “We will keep you from starving and teach you the things we want you to learn, but you have to believe in our god, accept our control of your life and all our prejudices” Religion said "No thanks". other people are offering to feed us and teach us without the strings. Thanks for the offer though" people in poorer areas said as their standard of living came up due to technology and personal mobility and religion lost it’s final hold It was mostly an academic study now. People tried to revive them now and then and had even had moderate success but once they reached a certain point the old patterns of hate and bigotry had always showed their ugly heads and people fled in droves This pulled The Light’s teeth. New religions would spring up occasionally but they always followed the patterns the revived old religions did and none ever really caught on Most people developed a one on one relationship with God and spirituality but kept their views to themselves ****************** The party went on for a long time, late into the night, as these ancient friends talked about the last thousand years and focused on the male half of the population since the only woman present had been so instrumental; in the changes to men’s lives Long before mankind freed itself from religion and it’s inherent problems she had broken down the barrier that kept same sex couples from having offspring together also she and many others had also done study after study showing that the root cause of many of the problems of the world and the thing that religion exploited the most was male insecurity and a need to dominate usually instilled on them by their insecure fathers who were backed up by what they learned in church Bisexual men and men who could at least accept that they sometimes had an attraction to other men had a far lower rate of domestic violence, drug and alcohol abuse and were generally more content with life than men who maintained that they were only attracted to women This latter group was lying to themselves and that was proved by study after study all over the world. It was the underlying stress of that self delusion that added to the problems mentioned before The first step was to remove all stigma from same sex attraction. It had been proven to be a natural part of the human condition and once religious bigots were no longer spouting hatred it only took a couple generations before there were more gay, nonbinary and bisexual people that there were straights When both social and religious stigma were removed the rates of those issues we mentioned dropped even further, except among men who strongly identified as “straight only. They rose among that population as these men denied their true natures out of stubborn, misguided pride, once again passed from father to son It soon became obvious when 98% of social problem were attributed to just 1% of the population that pretending you were 100% straight was the problem Don’t get me wrong. Almost 50% if the relationships in the world were male/female but most of these people accepted that same sex attraction was a natural part of life. They had it but just preferred the opposite sex, at least most of the time Monogamy had gone out of style with religion and most people had side relationships with both sexes to round out their lives It also needs to be noted that men who said they were 100^ gay and had absolutely no attraction to women were frowned upon by society as well, but they didn’t have the same rate of problems the straight men did The now global society came up with it’s own solution to the problem and the torque was the perfect way to implement it The torque was a biometric device that Agnes had come up with in her second century of life/ At first it was just a health monitor and a rudimentary mental link to various devices. Over time it’s function and uses expanded to the point that it was able to shield the body from infection, both viral and bacterial and use the body’s own resources to manufacture most prescription drugs and administer them, all your doctor had to do was upload the prescription. It also controlled every device around you, It got to where you couldn't even open a door without your torque The things were invisible most of the time, They were just under the skin around the neck but would glow sometimes when specific things happened Literally every person on earth had a torque. It was part of the normal delivery process to put one on a newborn. .It would painlessly sink below the skin and grow with it all it’s life. One of the first benefits of the torque to it’s wearer was it mostly prevented SIDS or Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, reducing it' by 97% so parents wanted their child to have one from the beginning To solve the “Straight man” problem every government in the world passed the same law The torques were updated for both men and women to be fair, both sexes had a new requirement but we will only talk about the one for men here. After his 18th birthday, a man’s torque would change. It would require at least 10 minutes of anal stimulation and the anal injection of a certain protein found only in semen once weekly after that point Your own semen would not work and neither would toys Basically every man on earth above the age of 18 was required to get fucked bareback and take a to load once a week. Exceptions could be made for people medically unable to do so of course as well as for people who chose a life of celibacy as well as for truly nonbinary people There was a 10 year introductory period, mostly to find and train enough “PIFs” before the penalties for noncompliance were enforced PIF stood for “Protein injection Facilitator” and these men were trained to be able to top anyone no matter the physical appearance and also to make the person being topped genuinely feel wanted. Every client left a PIF with the feeling that the man had enjoyed fucking them and found them attractive A fully trained PIF with the aid of really delicious protein and vitamin shakes and simple medical enhancements could fuck 10 times in an 8 hour day and still keep a significant other happy at home Statistics showed that about 50% of professional PIFs who had a significant other went home to female partners when their shift was done World wide, people in relationships were about 30% Male/Female couples, 25 % each for Male/Male or Female/Female couples and 15% people with multiple partners of either sex all in one relationship About 30% of the total world adult population was single at any given time There was no charge for going to a PIF as they were all public employees and you were not allowed to use the same PIF more than once a year. Every home on earth had a “Transport Door” and there were also publicly available ones in even the smallest communities. These doors would take you to any public place on Earth so getting to a PIF was no problem for anyone Many boys wanted to grow up to be a PIF and any boy could because PIFs of all races, shapes and sizes were needed A general PIF was usually an average looking guy who was friendly and warm to his clients and the sex was very vanilla. About 60% of men used general PIFs when they needed one Specialized PIF “franchises” popped up all over the world as well. Some of the popular “brands” were: Daddy, Daddy Bear, Cub, Chubby, Leather Man, Jock, Boy Next Door and Sissy Boy. There were other specializations and just about any type of man you wanted could be found as a PIF somewhere in the world. You could only use a PIF if it had been more than four days since your last load as you were encouraged to find them on your own. Some men proudly wore shirts or hats that said “Never PIFed” on them to show they could get all the raw cock they wanted. A lot of these men were lying though When you took a load your torque flashed green and when you gave one it flashes white. This was to let you and the man fucking you know the requirement had been met. At a week since your last load your torque would start to glow green and you had to take two loads to get it to stop, At two weeks it went to blue and you had to take three, At three weeks it went yellow and you had to take four. These things happened and it was no big deal At four weeks things got a bit more serious, Your torque started glowing orange and at that point any man could take your ass forcefully without your consent with no legal ramifications, as long as they didn’t injure you. Amy tactic was fair game, gang fucks, bondage or just plain forced sex and they could keep forcing you till your torque stopped glowing all together though they did have a limited time to do so This sparked a new kink and industry, “Orange Parks' ' popped up in many larger cities. They were like the bathhouses of old except they were larger. They usually had a maze or were in a mockup of an urban area or forest. Some looked like the stylized inside of a prison, though there had been no actual prisons for centuries. Old porn died hard If you were a man wanting to fuck you paid a small fee to enter. If you were a man with a forced sex fantasy you were given a glowing orange necklace and the fee you paid was based on how many loads you wanted to take before it stopped glowing. If your torque was actually glowing orange and you made it to the park without being stopped and dealt with you were let in for free The Orange Parks made a fortune and many men got their required loads that way. The park staff was always nearby to keep things from getting out of hand and everyone had fun acting out fantasies in a safe environment You had two months of orange glow and then you went red At that point your torque lost the ability to protect your health in some ways, It would let you be infected with HIV and the infection was allowed to progress any time your torque was red. No one had ever let that go on long enough to find out that it was a buff and your torque would NOT let you actually get sick. HIV was just a threat and deterrent, not a death sentence to the truly stupidly stubborn Your torque also started sending out a signal that would draw “PIPE” layer within 10 miles to you like a magnet when it was red PIPE stood for “Protein Injecting Penetrative Enforcer” and were jokingly referred to as “PIPE layers” The same rules applied . Any tactic short of serious physical injury was acceptable. The differences were that the PIPE layers were all "double poz" and when they infected someone with HIV they could take control of that person totally Being double poz meant that you had a normal strain of HIV in your cock and balls. A torque like device embedded like a cock ring under the skin that glowed red when you came, kept your normal torque from controlling the infection there so you could give it to someone who’s Torque was not protecting him. Just to be doubly sure that the PIPE layer was protected the rest of the body was infected with the Angel Strain of HIV, The cock ring torque kept the two strands separate As for taking total control of someone, All they had to do was say “I claim you” when they came in a violator, what usually happened then was that the PIPE layer would command them “stay in compliance from now on” and release then but they didn’t have to The man who let his torque go red could end up the slave of the PIPE layer for life. They could even be sold and ownership transferred, though this had to be approved by the one of the head PIPE layers (Tommy, Zeke, Mike, Jeff, Tony or Red) The system had been in place for over 200 years now and the incidents of social problems and crime in general had plummeted world wide So had incidents of depression and self harm. These had been almost totally wiped out Prisons had been abolished and such criminal acts that were committed by men were punished by making them public surrogates for other men for a certain number of pregnancies. They could be rented to carry a couple’s baby or knocked up to provide children for single men wanting to raise a child. The couple or man whose child they carried as responsible for the surrogate’s upkeep during the pregnancy and during recovery. There were many men who served as surrogates by choice but they could chose their clients. A public surrogate couldn't. It was first come first serve. Their surrogate fee went to the people their crime had harmed These men’s torques kept track of their location and kept them confined in a certain geographic region. It was far more effective than prisons and cost so much less In the last year there had been only three murders committed globally and all were by men who’s torques were glowing red. The punishment for murder was always the same. 20 surrogate pregnancies per victim. Which took about 35 years to finish. This had been an above average year for murders and many years had none at all One murderer furring the last century had been rented out by a wealthy Arab man for his last 12 pregnancies in a row, The two had married after the third and he had written a classic book about his life called “Mister Mother Was A Murderer” @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ The party wound down at about 2 AM local time. Tony and Red stayed so that Red could hold Tommy and Zeke while they slept while Tony held Red. They never forgot that for almost a century Red had been married to both Tommy and Zeke Tony was Red’ perfectly matched soul partner but both Tommy and Zeke were close matches as well and Zeke was Red’s half brother In the morning Tommy made breakfast for the four of them, The apartment had cleaned itself after the lights were turned out and looked perfectly normal when they woke As they walked away from the breakfast table the dishes vanished, only to reappear in the cupboard perfectly clean. The kitchen had cleaned it self while they ate Red laughed “No more fights between you two about doing the dishes” he said jabbing Zeke with a finger Tommy laughed "We have not had a serious fight in 830 years, not since Zeke had the very first “Self washing dishes” prototype one of Ze-Corp’s subsidiaries was working on installed. And that was 100% true, They had been together 10 centuries and the biggest bone of contention between them was who was going to wash the dishes. Like I said they were the perfect match for each other Zeke got a mental alert and though “Screen” A screen appeared floating in the air in front of him and Theo’s face appeared on it “We have a situation, one of out roving PIPE layers was hiking through a remote area in the mountains when his torque started going off like crazy, He sent a micro cam to the source" Theo reported He found a small village, only about 30 people. He checked the female torque channel and all the ladies are in compliance but he’s getting 15 signals on the male channel “The cam followed the men into a meeting that was a boys only, with a man dressed like a priest. He preached the typical “Divine right to be straight” bullshit along with a fair dose of misogyny, homophobia and racism. We have it all recorded. Oh, and the entire town is gathering for a wedding this afternoon we can get them all at once” Theo finished “You guys want to come?” Zeke said to Tommy, Red and Tony and they all nodded “I get the priest, I have something planned for him” Tommy said angrily “Gather as many Pipe layers as you can, who knows how many loads it’s going to take to get these idiots into compliance” Zeke said They assembled in the hangar, which was on what used to be a secret Air Force base hidden in the desert, 20 PIPE layers were there. It was just a short step through a transport door for those whose torques had the clearance code, and many old friends they had seen at the party last night were among them There were also 50 of Theo’s hand trained security forces ready to assist, They carried no weapons other than a long staff. There were no guns. The only gums left in the world were disabled and in museums. The rest had been melted down and the metal used for more useful things like… well anything The uniforms they wore looked like leather pajamas and they concealed many pockets with various items securely stowed. They were modeled after the original bathhouse pajamas Theo used to wear and were his idea of a joke. The men had no idea what they were wearing These pajamas were all the body armor these men needed. Much stronger than any body armor commercially or militarily available and yet they allowed total freedom of movement. These men were the most feared fighting force in the world. Theo had named them "The Power Puff Rangers" mashing together his two favorite childhood TV shows. The man's sense of humor got out of control sometimes. Again the men were not in on the joke “Wars” were now fount hand to hand with blunt weapons and were more competition than conflict. Every nation in the world ran itself for the most part but it’s leaders knew they were ultimately answerable to The Primes, two shadowy figures who ran the world and only members of the 100 knew The Primes were Zeke and Tommy, who also pretty much controlled the world economy as well through the power of Ze-Corm You were a citizen of whatever country you resided in but you could pick up and move anywhere in the world at any time. When a nation got troublesome it’s citizens were suddenly given huge incentives to move elsewhere and the fretful country would usually find itself almost empty. That personal mobility also kept governments from mistreating their citizenry The PIPE layer on scene signaled that the temporary transport door he carried with him was set up and functional. They all filled through into a mountain meadow somewhere in the world Tommy’s torque started a local region diagnostic at his mental prompt. He and Zeke had the only Prime Command Torques in the world. They could access any information anywhere, take over any control system and edit other people’s torques, shutting off their command abilities and even rendering them unconscious The rest of the 100 had similar abilities but they could not affect Tommy and Zeke “They have managed to cut their Transport doors off from the rest of the system. I’m sending out a world wide patch to fix the vulnerability they found and exploited” Tommy said to Zeke as they approached the village on foot. They could clearly hear multiple Red signals from ahead As they approached the town meeting hall they saw that a very recognizable religious symbol to anyone who knew much about religions was on the outside wall as well as other symbols Every member of the 100 in their party stiffened as they saw those symbols. People born in their era would instantly recognize them as symbols of fascism and racial hatred. Those symbols had no place in this era Tommy could hear a droning voice coming from within “One man and one woman as God” intended” as he reached the door “That’s it, let’s end this party now” He growled, pushing the door open The scene inside froze. It looked like a beautiful wedding service if you ignored the fact that the bride was being held in place by two men and her face was filled with loathing. Every man’s torque was glowing red The Puff Rangers moved in so quickly that the priest didn’t even have time to say “What is the meaning of this?” before he was being restrained by two pajama clad men The Bride broke free and ran to a woman in the front row who could have been her sister or her mother, you never knew nowadays Zeke approached the pair and noted the bruising on the bride’s face that cosmetics didn’t quite cover “How long have the transport doors been down?” he asked “About three months, about the same time the men's torques went orange” said the other woman “They have been telling us that they are starting a new society based on an old religion and that we will be much happier once we accept our natural place as subservient to men” she said with disgust “They weren’t getting anywhere so they held a meeting and voted in a new “law” saying that their was no such thing as spousal rape and started planning the “weddings”. I was the first and he had to force me to even come in the building” The bride said angrily “Do you mind?” Zeke said gently reaching for her chin She shook her head no and he gently turned her face to the light, there was a lot of barely concealed bruising Tommy had been watching and he mentally activated a protocol that started getting things ready “They were all getting abusive because none of us would comply” the other woman said and Zeke decided she was mother and not sister All the other women nodded Out in the town square the public transport door activated and started glowing a gentle green “Ladies.” Tommy said raising his voice slightly “The transport door in the square is active and it will take you to a medical facility where you will be checked for injury. If you feel up to it there will be people there to get your full stories. Counseling sessions will be set up and I am afraid these are mandatory until your councilor heels you no longer need them. All the counselors are female and have been in practice for decades, We assembled the best in the world for you” This protocol was always kept in place and could handle much larger groups of victims if it needed to. Just because it had been over 30 years since it had last been activated did not mean it was scrapped. They even held yearly drills to keep the people involved sharp “Thank you” the bride said to Tommy and Zeke as the security forces led them out “You can’t leave! You are my wife! It’s your duty to serve me and submit!” The groom yelled angrily as the bride ignored him and walked out He looked at Zeke and Tommy since they seemed to be in charge, seething in anger “You have no authority here! This village is an independent nation!” he spat at them “Ummm Calvin, we have not actually gotten around to declaring that, no one wanted to fill out the form because they are so long so we put it off” one of the other men said “Shut up you idiot!” the priest snapped “Sorry brother Alvin” The man said sounding abashed The groom and the priest looked very similar. Tommy accessed their tongues and found that they were both 20 years old and twins They were beautiful men. He had to admit that. They were tall, muscular, smooth, light blond hair and vivid blue eyes. Calvin had hair the fell on his shoulders an a few inches down his back while Alvin's hair was shorth and that was about the only difference between them “I’ve got Calvin and Tommy has already claimed the priest. PIPE layers make sure they get the gift they deserve and if you Rangers want to throw a few loads in feel free, any load will do once a PIPE layer has knocked them up and taken control of them. These men have some punishment coming beyond just being fucked back into compliance” Zeke said “Strip them” Zeke said and the soldiers holding the blond twins ripped the clothes off them They both had really nice bubble butts and cocks that were on the small side of average “It figures” Zeke thought as he walked up to stand before Calvin ‘This is going to be fun” Zeke said rubbing his cock through his pants and eyeing the naked and very angry man appreciatively "I hope you are a virgin. I love pozzing virgins who think they are straight" They bent the two over the altar in the makeshift church and tied their hands behind their back as the two struggled and yelled protests to no avail "Just shut up and take your fucking" One of the Puff Ranger holding Calvin down said "When he;s done with you I'm going to ass a load or two my self. It's going to take days to fuck you back into compliance" Zeke and Tommy stepped up behind the law breakers, dropped their pants and moved their cocks to those unprotected neg holes. The HIV in their cocks and balls was no tame Angel Strain, but normal HIV. It was a deterrent after all. As long as these men stayed in compliance it would never progress Neither was gentle as they shoved in and their victims bellowed in pain “That’s right bitch, scream! I want this to hurt! I never want you to forget this moment! The things are trying to resurrect here are abhorrent! Fascisms? Racism? Misogyny? It has taken centuries for society to burry those things and you want to bring them back?” Tommy snarled as he forced his thick, eight inch, poz cock about halfway into what he realized was a virgin ass “We will rise up and return control of the world to White Men as God always intended! The other races will be subjugated and women will be put in their place!” the defrocked priest snarled through his pain “Wrong answer bitch!” Tommy growled as he rammed the rest of his cock in making Brother Alvin scream again Zeke was no gentler and he had two more inches of poz cock to work with than Tommy did He managed to get in balls deep on the first trust and immediately started brutally slam fucking the abusive fuck beneath him “You think it makes you a man to hit a women huh? You think it makes up for that little cock of yours? You were born to be another man’s cum dump and that’s what I am going to make you, you pathetic tiny cocked bully! How does feel being the weaker one now? Not so good? Maybe think about that next time you decide to his someone weaker than you” he snarled into Calvin’s face as he slid in and out fast. his huge balls slapping the much smaller balls of this bully boy “You know I have HIV and that I’m going to infect you with it. You studied the AIDS epidemic in history. It’s requited curriculum, so you know what it can do to you if you don’t stay in compliance after this. I enjoy pozzing stupid men like you, who open themselves up to it. I have pozzed more men than you can imagine and I’m going to add you to the list and there is not a damn thing you can do about it” Zeke said as he picked up the pace He looked up at Tommy across the altar from him and nodded, they drug that first fuck out making both of those neg holes raw. The torques would guarantee infection on the first load but they wanted to make these two bastards hurt Finally Zeke and Tommy came together timing it perfectly, filling those more than receptive neg asses with virus . The red torques beneath them briefly flashed green acknowledging the load and they both said “I claim you” taking total control of these two who thought they could tear down the world Tommy and Zeke had spent 1000 years building together *********************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Appropriate Punishments Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Chapter 1 – I Learn My Place Doug and I have been playing together for several years. We started out with flip fucking when we’d get together but have added a few more things to the repertoire now. These days, we start out by getting spun and then get into some serious ass play. We both love having our asses worked over and enjoy working on each other’s holes too. We’ve talked about and lived out lots of our fantasies. Doug got a sling a few years ago, which is an integral part of our play. Fisting came about at my suggestion one time. We’ve engaged in bondage play, group scenes, role play, and lots more. While his hand was in my ass the last time that we played, Doug asked me what I thought about being his slave for the day. Basically, I would have to submit to whatever requests he made of me without complaint. We talked it through and came up with a few ground rules. I don’t slam, but Doug does, and I told him I didn’t want to be forced to do a slam. Also, no women, blood, shit, or extreme pain. He agreed to those terms, and we set aside a weekend for this. Doug wanted me in an orange jockstrap, a black leather harness, and a collar. I already had the jockstrap but needed to buy the other items. He told me that he would provide everything else except for the T. As his slave, I was supposed to provide that for him, so I talked to my dealer and arranged for a pickup the day before. I also bought a new bubbler pipe for us, since a good slave always provides his master with excellent service. And, a good slave always verifies the quality of any product provided to his master, so I had little choice but to sample the goods prior to the day. At last, the day arrived. Per Doug’s instructions, I shaved my balls and shaft but left the rest of my hair in place. Both of us are hairy, with Doug having a thicker pelt than me. He’s of Mediterranean descent, so his swarthy skin is covered in a dense forest of fur. It is especially thick between his pecs, around his cock, and around his hole. I’m from Eastern European stock, so my hair is finer, and my skin is fair. I have a hairy chest and ass, with a nice cluster around my hole. As for the rest of the details, we’re both in our 50s and in relatively good shape. Doug is more defined than me due to his more regular workouts, but we both love to eat and drink, and it shows. He has a thick 7” cock, while mine is equally thick and just a little bit longer. We’ve joked that fucking each other is almost like fucking yourself since our cocks are so similar. And we both love dildos, fisting, and other types of assplay. That Saturday, I got ready at home, doing a good cleanout and shower. Then, I put the orange jockstrap and the black leather harness under my clothes. My place is not too private, so I needed to be reasonably attired to get to my car, but Doug’s place is secluded enough that we often play outdoors. The sling in his playroom is also a good draw! I drove over to his house with plans to arrive at 8 in the morning. This way, we could play all day and even go into another day if we wanted. I got to his place a little early, so I pulled off the road and stripped down to my jock and harness. I put the collar in place and switched my shoes for a pair of flip-flops in case we went outside. Once it was 8:00, I walked up to his door. The slave always has access to his master’s house, so I walked right in. Doug heard me and yelled, “Kitchen,” so I went there. He looked awesome. He was wearing a red jockstrap that framed his hairy ass perfectly. Those mounds and the sweet hole between them really turned me on. He also had on a matching red harness that disappeared into the pouch of his strap. I assumed he had a cock ring on that was attached to the harness. “Lick my ass,” Doug commanded. He leaned forward onto the counter, and I dove into his hairy hole. I fucking love to eat ass, so this was not a difficult task to perform. While I was eating his hole, he was drinking coffee and looking over some apps on his phone. I was crouched down on the floor, spreading my ass open while licking, sucking, prodding, and tongue fucking his hole. He has a wonderfully hairy ass that always retains a musky and exciting smell. I loved my service to him and reached back to play with my hole. “My hole, not yours,” Doug bellowed when he noticed what I was doing. I pulled my hands away and used them to spread his ass wider for my tongue. When he was done getting his ass eaten, he turned around and mashed my face into the pouch of his jock. This was a well-worn item and had been through a lot of sexy times. It had a heady aroma of cum, sweat, and piss on it, and I eagerly mouthed his cock through the fabric. I could feel the metal cock ring that surrounded his dick, and it turned me on even more. He quickly grew hard but pulled me away, saying that he didn’t want to cum yet. I literally had all day, so I was willing to wait. Next, Doug told me to vacuum under all the furniture in his living room. I needed to bend over to do this, and I figured that he wanted me to show off my ass while I did this chore. I’m always up for showing off my ass and wanted to keep him pleased, so I was happy to comply. While I was vacuuming, Doug came over and spread my cheeks open to display my hole. “Nice hairy hole, slave,” he said to me. I made my hole pulse when he said this so he would know I appreciated the compliment. When I finished this task, he told me to take the vacuum into the playroom and tidy it up. I went in and was pleased to see that the place was in pretty good shape. I rolled a cart over near the bottom of the sling and placed various lubes and some poppers on it. In my own anal way, I laid out the dildos on the tray sorted by size. We could (and likely would) work up to the largest ones as the day progressed. Then, I put a small table next to the side of the sling with some more poppers on it. I ensured that the camera was aimed properly at the sling, that the full-length mirror reflected the right stuff, and placed some absorbent pads on the floor. I placed a stool at the foot of the sling. Then, I wiped down the sling and noticed a St Andrews cross that hadn’t been there before. I made certain that it was clean and ready, too. I packed the bubbler with product and placed the baggie and torch nearby for use. As a final task, I plumped the pillows on the bed and vacuumed the floor. The playroom looked very ready for use. “Your room is ready, master,” I said when I returned to the living room. Doug was sitting in his recliner with one hand down the front of his jock while working his phone with his other hand. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied as he got up. I meekly followed him into the room, enjoying the sight of his hairy ass as he walked down the hall. He walked in and began his inspection. He nodded in approval at my organization on the rolling cart, noted the cleanliness of the equipment, and smiled when he saw that the bed had been dressed nicely. There was a play sheet under the cotton sheet to catch any fluids that might leak out. Nodding his approval, he walked over to the sling. His back was to the sling, and he told me to help him get into position. Hugging him tightly, I lowered him into the sling. Then, I took one of his feet, licked it a few times, and situated it in the stirrup. With his next foot, I sucked in his big toe before putting it in the stirrup. This seemed to excite him since we had never done any footplay before. I helped him get the pillow properly placed for his comfort and then asked if he needed anything more. “Not now, slave. Eat my ass.” Eager to obey and please, I sat on the stool and leaned forward to get my face into his ass crack. He has an awesome ass, with a good coating of hair everywhere that gets denser as it approaches his hole. I love seeing the hair get all matted down with lube and spit as we play. It’s really awesome to see the hairs gliding through lube on a toy or an arm, too. He pushed his ass out, displaying his inner walls to me. I bent forward and wrapped my lips around his hole, and sucked his hole. When I’m rimming, it’s like I’m making out with the guy’s hole. I lick it, swirl my tongue in the areas around it, suck it, probe it with my tongue, and more. Doug likes when I eat his ass, and he seemed ready to settle in for a long session. As I was eating his ass, he placed his hand on my head and pulled me up. “I am not spun,” he growled. I hastened over to the pipe and torch and brought them to him. I held the torch to the product and watched as it melted and smoke began to fill the bowl. When it was ready, I placed the bubbler at his lips, keeping the torch lit and moving so he could have as much as he wanted. He inhaled, held it for a bit, and then blew out a huge cloud. “Again,” he said, so I prepared another hit for him. We did this several times until he said, “Why are you wasting the smoke, slave? Inhale my smoke for your pleasure.” So, we shotgunned the next several hits. He had to be seriously spun since I was flying from just the leftovers. He told me to take two deep hits, which I gladly did. I returned the pipe and torch to their original location, making sure to bend at the waist as I put them down so that he could get a good look at my ass. He smiled at me as I walked back and took a seat on the stool. “Poppers,” he demanded. I picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and held his nostril as he did several deep hits. When I capped them, I kept them in my hand so that I could start rimming his ass again immediately. He was writhing in pleasure, calling me his sex slave and encouraging me with positive words. When I looked up from my rimming, I saw that Doug had pushed aside the pouch on his jockstrap, and his cock was hanging out. “May I, master,” I queried, eyeing his ringed cock. He nodded, so I put his cock into my mouth. He immediately let a gush of precum flow out, which I happily swallowed. He tends to precum a lot, and I love tasting his juices. I sucked on his dick, then he pushed me down to his balls. He has massive balls, and I can only fit one in my mouth at a time. I slavered over them, rolling them around in my mouth and occasionally going up to lick his cockhead. He rewarded me with several spurts of precum before pushing my head back down to his hole. I ate his hole adoringly. The taste and texture of his hole is wonderful, and it looks amazing when it’s opened up for a rimming. The hair around his hole holds some great aromas, and I inhaled deeply and appreciatively. I could have stayed there longer, but he tapped me on the head. When I looked up, he said, “Get me out of this,” indicating the sling. I grabbed both of his arms and helped him stand up. When he was upright, I directed my gaze downward (OK, so I was looking at his cock!) and said, “Thank you, master.” He nodded and directed me to the bed. I crawled onto the bed on all fours, letting Doug see my asshole in all its glory. He grinned approvingly but said that he wanted to smoke some more. I needed to fill the bowl again and kept my ass facing him as I did so. When it was ready, I melted some crystals into a nice fog and helped him to take a hit. He nodded at me, which I interpreted as the OK to do my own inhalation. I did, and he said, “Hold it until I tell you to let it go.” I held it for a long time, and then he allowed me to exhale. He had me do four more hits this way, holding the smoke in for a long time. He took a few more hits and handed me the bubbler and torch. I put them on the table, and Doug told me to get in the sling. He left the room while I was getting myself situated in the sling. Luckily, I’m fairly adept at getting my feet in the stirrups and my ass into the proper position. Once he knew I was settled, he returned to the room. He turned on the camera and made sure that it was providing a good, well lit view of my ass. He made a few slight adjustments and then sat down on the stool. “Are you a good slave?” “Yes, master.” And he slapped my ass. “Are you a good slave?” “Yes, master.” And he slapped my ass. “Are you a good slave?” This time, I said, “That is for my master to determine.” No slap this time. And he replied, “Damn right it is!” He had been lubing his hands while asking me this. Now, he put his fingers at my hole and said, “Your master is pleased,” before shoving three fingers into my ass. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he asked if everything was OK. “Yes, master.” “Good, because this is just the start,” he snarled. My ass understood the intent of that statement and pulsed in response. While he was talking, he was moving his fingers around inside me. Doug knows that my ass opens readily, and the T that we’d just smoked would make it even more open. We’ve played sober and spun, but I definitely prefer spun! “Your master controls your body.” “Yes, master,” I said as I felt another finger enter my ass. “I decide what happens to your body.” “Yes, master.” This time, he started to push his whole hand into my ass. I instinctively pushed out a little, letting him have easy access to my hole. His hand slid in up to his wrist.

It shouldn’t matter. I lose my drive to take more loads and please more Tops after I cum. So honestly Tops do me a favor when they don’t make/let me cum. Even if I think it’s my last load for the time being, I still don’t like to cum cause you never know when another load is possible. 🤷🏻

Orgies are meant for all who show an interest to participate by sucking, fucking, rimming, not just staring and onlooking! Sex = participation!

Seems like a fuck flu should be setting in soon.....

Near Home—August, 2023 My furry fuck bud (and fellow scent pig) Zane had invited me to Chicago for a massive house party. I was excited and ready for one. But it was at the end of the week. By Tuesday, just thinking about going, was driving me up the wall. I knew I needed to empty my balls. I ate an early lunch and went to see what trouble I could find at the bookstore nearest me… I start, as usual in the straight theatre. There is a man a little older than me sitting about halfway down. I sit even with him, along the other side wall. He is looking only at the screen. Every time the door opens or a chair scrapes, the things that naturally make men turn to look, you can see him fight against it and concentrate harder on the sex happening on the big screen television. He is masturbating. His hand is inside his fly. As I occasionally check him out, I see his dick head emerge from the top of his fist. Even in this dim light, it looks angry and red. And thick. I try to get his attention, but he will not look in my direction or at my very exposed cock. I stroke to the better than average porn. Through the grate in the common wall, I hear the door to the gay cinema opening and closing. A lot. No one else is in here, so I button up and go over. I can see why the crowd is here. A man I have never seen before, around 50, white, and very good looking in that old Hollywood way is sitting along the side wall. He is kneading a nice sized bulge in his pants. I recognize the six other men in the room. I may have actually had sex, one way or another, with all of them. I sit in the cocksucker’s chair, which is, surprisingly, open. I nod to the man who I have fucked countless times. He is sitting in the corner, stripped and jerking his soft cock to the porn and to the new guy. A guy standing behind the new guy is a man who has sucked me on numerous occasions. Oh, and the man seated next to the guy who I usually fuck has been on my dick a lot. There is a younger guy in front of the new guy, who let’s me blow him when no one is looking. All these men have their dicks out. And not one of them is hard. I am the only hard cock in the place. And none of the cocksuckers seem to want to show off their skills in front of the new man. I would think of it as an audition for him—to turn him on, to get the ball rolling. No, they sit and they flog their soft cocks. Eventually, out of boredom, the guy I usually fuck stands up and gives me his soft cock to suck. I work tirelessly to get him to harden. I grease up a finger and slide up his ass, hoping that will do the trick. It doesn’t get him hard—but it gets him off. He is as surprised as I am. Ok, first off—with the now incredibly low price of generic erectile dysfunction drugs, I do not understand men not finding one that works for them. If you are coming to the playroom to get fucked, I don’t care if you are hard or not. But in a situation like the bookstore, when you are asking for head, you seem to want to be hard. It must be important to you—so fix it. I use a generic Viagra for group sex—and it costs me less than a dollar. I am sure a number of the men there thought that ‘my dick will get hard this time’ and the disappointment must be far worse than taking the bull by the horns and finding one of the many options to help. And if you aren’t taking it, because poppers are more important to you than your dick, that’s another whole problem…All right, I’m done. Also surprisingly, the Man I Usually Fuck, went down on me after he shot. He licked and sucked. The man who often sucks me standing behind the new guy, offered me his limp cock to suck. It never got hard either. Nor did he shoot. He actually looked embarrassed by it and left. And the new guy never showed his cock to the disappointment of everyone. * I go back to the straight side. The guy is still there. Jerking like crazy, just showing his cock head above his big hand. I sit opposite him again and haul out my cock. He never glances at me. Not once. No slight head turn for a quick look. No nod meaning, ‘I’m interested.’ Nothing. I debate what to do. I’d be happy to suck this guy, but does he want it? Everything says ‘no’ to me. OK—and another thing. If we are watching straight porn, I can’t be a mind reader. In the gay theatre, I would have just asked this guy by now. I don’t really do that over on the straight side. I never want straight men to feel ‘hounded by the gays’ as I heard one guy express it, years ago. There are plenty of straight men who do want a willing mouth, and they know how to communicate. But you have to engage with me, one way or another. That nod, a look, or heaven help us, say what you want… I suddenly stand up. I am going against my own better instincts. “Do you want help with that?” He does not look at me. He looks rigidly at the screen. His hand quickens on his dick. I step towards him, my hard cock swaying. Something about his refusing to answer suggests he does want some help. I go for it, wondering if I’ll be screamed at or punched. I kneel in front of him. Finally, he does something that says ‘yes’—he takes his hand off his big angry dick. My mouth covers his cock head as he erupts into my mouth. It’s a huge load. He leans back in his chair, looking like he’s had a heart attack. I linger long enough to make sure he hasn’t and take off. Never once did he actually look right at me. The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Two Rants Disguised as a Trip to the Bookstore (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 2. 2023

Thank you 🙂 Being in the future with this sroey gives me more room to play

Cumdump party [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/cumdump-party-xhLFiTb

A couple weeks ago I took a trip to Florida to get away.... needed a few days off to unwind. I was to visit friends, but my flight was getting into Orlando later in the evening. I decided to get a hotel rather than arrive at their home late (ya, thats the ticket) I booked a trashy cum-dump hotel. I put a posting on the apps. but unfortunately my flight got delayed and messed that up. I was disappointed as about 20 guys had signed up to flood my ass. I know that number is never real as unfortunately those numbers are never really real. (sorry guys).. I really wish my flight would have been ontime. I was hoping for all those men to use my hole and fill me up!! I got to the hotel and was ass up as soon as I could. From the time I checked in and checked out the next morning. 9 guys had bred my hole. I love the door unlatched and waiting ass up. Love when my hole get flooded with cum. The sloppier the better. Some of the loads were in the late evening hours, but 4 were in the morning. I was trying to check out, but kept getting hit up and asked if I would take a load. Of course. The last one I was dressed and was ready to walk out the door. I turned around, pulled my pants down and waited ass up for the load to be deposited. Success, load number 9!! I traveled to visit friends, no loads for two days!! I then checked into a hotel in Fort Lauderdale. Took five more loads over the two days I was at the hotel. Love ass up anon breedings. Love my hole sloppy with cum. One evening I went to Club 321, nothing notable to mention there. I think because I am older, guys are not interested in my ass even know its a great hole to use!! Off to SanFran this week, hoping to collect a few loads!!

i used to but now im always in heat so there no difference for me

If he leaves with his loads inside me he already said enough 😈

I don't think I've ever spit or really even considered it! The very first cock I sucked I gobbled up and swallowed that sperm so fast!

Chapter 2 – He Decides In Chapter 1, I tell about a role-play session with Doug, a long-term buddy of mine. We’ve fulfilled each other’s fantasies a lot, and he wanted to have me serve him as a slave for the day. He’s had me do some chores, including getting the playroom ready for us. Now, I’m in the sling while he has his way with my body. Doug’s hand felt great inside my ass. My ass had just swallowed his hand up to the wrist, but we both knew that there was more width and more depth to come. He slowly rotated his hand inside my hole to let me feel the best stretch possible. He used the widest part of his hand to expand my hole and get it ready for what was to come. My ass was, quite literally, in his hands. Per our agreement, he could do whatever he wanted so long as he stayed within the parameters we agreed to earlier. We also had a safe word (“pomegranate”) if things got too out of control, but I didn’t think we’d need it. Doug started to pull his hand back and forth, keeping it inside my ass but letting me feel the motions. Next, he pulled all the way out to apply more lube. I noticed that he lubed his arm all the way up to his elbow. We had never gotten that deep before but today might be the day when he could give me his whole arm. When he entered my ass again, he went deeper than before. He knows my ass well, so he was familiar with the route through it. First, he went in and kept moving steadily forward, but he knew he’d need to turn to the right and move up a bit when he wanted to get to (and through) my second hole. He slowly and comfortably navigated the terrain of my ass. Before breaching my second sphincter, he pulled his hand back out. When he saw me look down in surprise, and probably a little bit of disappointment, that he didn’t go deeper, he growled, “I decide what happens to your ass and when it happens.” Fuck yeah, this was going to be a hot scene. Doug applied more lube to his hands and arms, letting me watch as he calmly greased his arm up to his elbow. He was watching me watching him, and it seemed to get him excited. I kept quiet since a good slave only speaks when spoken to. But my ass was speaking volumes as my hole pulsed with excitement at what was going to happen. Once Doug had applied sufficient lube, he again sat down on the stool at the foot of the sling and fingered my hole. He was using both hands this time and got all four fingers from both hands inside me. Beyond the stretch that provided, he would spread his hands apart from time to time, expanding my hole to accommodate something with substantial girth. Without warning, Doug removed one hand and shoved the other into my ass. This time, he went in quickly and navigated the terrain from a point of knowledge. He was soon at my second sphincter, which he massaged with his fingers, encouraging it to open up for him. He got my muscles to relax and open my inner hole. Feeling his fingers enter my colon was an amazing sensation, and I groaned with delight. Doug looked up sharply at me and said, “This is for my pleasure, not yours.” I nodded in agreement and silently vowed to hold back on my display of enjoyment throughout this session. Doug was probing around inside me, feeling up my inner walls and making me squirm in delight. Even though I was feeling wonderful sensations, I did not express my feelings about this since I was simply an ass for my master to explore. Doug slowly withdrew from my inner cavity and now rested his hand just inside my hole. He was feeling around with his fingers here, knowing that he was brushing across my prostate and sending indescribable vibrations throughout my body. But, again, I kept silent about my enjoyment of his ministrations. He did prompt my cock to ooze precum while he was massaging me. When he saw that, he leaned over and pulled my cock out of the jockstrap and into his mouth. Then he told me to clean up the liquid on my stomach. I obeyed, like a good slave, and used my fingers to wipe the precum off my body. Of course, I licked my fingers after each swipe through the fluid to taste the salty and sweet goodness that had oozed out of my cock. He put the pouch back over my cock. Next, Doug stood up and braced his arm against his stomach. “Fuck yourself on my arm,” he demanded. I was happy to comply. One of the best things about getting my ass worked over in a sling is that I can sometimes control the fuck. By bracing my feet on the frame, I began to rock myself back and forth, riding Doug’s arm. I really got into it and started to do some larger and faster swings. Doug was enjoying this, so it still felt like I was in a submissive position to him. Doug growled, “Stop,” when his hand was very deep inside me. I held my position and felt his hand move slightly within my ass. Each small movement translated to something bigger while he was inside me. He started some more movements and allowed me to relax back into the sling. Man, a sling is so great for fisting since it lets the guy being fisted recline back with his ass opened up, and it makes it easy on the top guy since he can use the swing of the sling to help with penetration. Of course, the bottom can also exert some control in the sling by bracing his feet and managing the swing. Now, Doug was fisting me deep. He was in past my second hole on each inward stroke and then would pull out almost all the way on the backstroke. It felt amazing. “Do you want some poppers, slave?” Doug asked. I nodded, but he said, “Open them up for me. You can do them when I tell you to do them.” I picked up the bottle, opened it up, and helped my master inhale the fumes as he leaned forward. He nodded when he was done, and, like a good slave, I recapped the bottle and put it down. The poppers unleashed a new Doug. He did pull all the way out and then pressed his fisted hand against my hole. With pressure from him and the resistance from my weight in the sling, my hole wrapped itself around his fist. Once he was inside me, he kept pushing forward, still with his hand in a fist. He was turning it left and right as he went, and I could feel his knuckles deep inside me. When he got as deep as he wanted to go, he pulled back out and did it all over again, but with more speed this time. His eyes showed his obvious pleasure in pummeling my ass like this, and I was enjoying it too. When he finished pounding my ass, he pulled his hand back out. “I think it’s time for another bump,” Doug said. Even though I was already spun, as a slave, I could not refuse. He picked out a nice size shard and inserted it into my ass with a curled finger. He placed it deep, and I felt the familiar burn as it started to melt. I also knew I would feel the effects in a few minutes. A bump is always interesting since it’s a slower ramp-up than blowing clouds, but the feelings are way more intense. A bump makes me even more of an ass slut than I usually am. Doug walked away after giving me the bump and having me drink some sports drink. I guess he wanted me to feel the rising horniness, and then he would come back to fulfill my needs. He was gone for quite a while. Of course, this wasn’t about fulfilling my needs so much as it was about him exerting control over his slave. Having me spun and horny as fuck in the sling with nothing to do about it must be part of his plan. There were no dildos within reach, but my hands were certainly available to play with my hole. I used my hands to fondle and spread open my hole. I’ve never been able to fist myself (and I respect the lucky bastards who can!), but I could work on opening my ass more than it already was. I was so wrapped up playing in my hole that I didn’t hear Doug return. “Fucking pig, playing in his own hole. That hole is mine!” he growled. I was happy to hear that and pleased to know that he had more plans for my ass. Of course, I also removed my hands from my ass since that belonged to my master. This time, he came in with a huge dildo that I hadn’t seen when I organized the room. It was long and black and had a huge, tapered head on it. “This is my Goose”, Doug told me. “You’re about to feel all of it.” This was a seriously big toy. I’ve taken some large ones, but it’s usually after a lot of ass play to open me up. Since he took his fist out and gave me the bump, the only work that my hole had gotten was the stretching that I did. I guess it was good that I stretched it because it was about to be massively expanded. Doug placed the tip of the toy at my entrance. He prodded inside a bit but could only get a small amount in before he encountered resistance. I knew that he wasn’t giving up until the dildo was inside me, so I tried to relax and open my ass for his ministrations. Doug kept at it, slowly poking the toy into my ass and then taking it back out. He was massaging and prodding at my ass with one of his hands since the other was holding the toy. It was so long that he needed to use both hands when he tried to insert it. His hands, the toy, and my ass were slathered with lube. He was working at getting my ass to open up enough to take the dildo. Between the work of his hand and the repeated insertions of the Goose, he told me that he thought I could take it on the next attempt. He kindly suggested a small poppers hit to help me relax and open. Then, he put the toy at my hole and started to push. Fuck, this felt massive! I was sure it must be all the way in when he said, “That’s about half of the head.” Holy hell, this thing was humungous. But, with just one more push from him, coupled with some pushing out from me, the head slid in and was quickly followed by a good bit of the neck. “We’re not going all the way in with this,” he reassured me. Then, he twisted the Goose just a little bit. My cock reacted by spewing out a load of cum into my jock. I still had on the orange jock, and the pouch had been pretty saturated with precum before this, but it was now soaked. “That needs to come off,” Doug snarled. I rose up a little on the sling so that I could slip the jock off, and the dildo in my ass moved again, causing me to gasp in delight. Dough laughed and helped me slide the jockstrap off. It had to go over the dildo and then was caught up on his arm. He seemed to be ok with that. Now, my cock was fully on display. It was shrunken down from the T but was also covered in a slime of cum and other fluids. Doug took it into his mouth to clean it off. The toy was still in my ass, and those small movements from him were like seismic vibrations in my ass. Doug sat back and told me he would pull the toy out. I knew what it took to get it in, so I knew what to expect when it came out. He pulled back slowly since a toy this massive develops some suction in an ass. Once it cleared the thickest part, my ass ejected the toy of its own accord. Doug caught it and put it back inside me. He did this several more times. “Fuck, your hole is gaping open now,” he exclaimed. After that beast, I’m sure that it was. He fingered my ass with care since he knew that it had been through a lot. “I’m giving you some time off, slave,” he said. With that, he helped me out of the sling and over to the bed. Before I could get comfortable, he handed me my jock and said, “Suck your cum out of this, slave.” I was happy to comply.

An orgy where the guys actually show up

Okay this is more comedy than erotica, but I was just starting out, so gimme a break... The first guy I met for sex lived a few suburbs away from me, so what he'd do was leave a $20 in the mailbox outside his place to repay me for the taxi ride to and from each time. I don't know why he didn't just give it to me in person, didn't really question it at the time. But what I'd do was walk down to the nearest main road, and get a bus instead, so the change after two bus rides was about $15 and I liked to think of that being my payment for whoring myself to him. I was a novice and very easily excited, okay?

My uncle had business on the coast of Mississippi and he offered me $200 to help him out. I didn't have a job, I needed money, and I liked being around him. He's been my father figure since I was born and we've had a special bond that I didn't understand when I was a kid. I stayed at his house every weekend throughout most of my childhood. I've been attracted to him for most of my life. When I was thirteen, I started sneaking into his bedroom every time he came in from doing yard work. While he was in the shower, I would pick his underwear off the floor and inhale his scent. I was addicted to his musk, his masculinity. He wore his clothes two sizes too small, and he was never without his well-worn John Deere baseball cap. He was a red-blooded American man and all I wanted was him. When I was sixteen, I was finally caught in the act. He went out to get breakfast and I went to his bedroom. I was sitting on the edge of his bed, his underwear pressed to my face and masturbating, when I realized he was standing there, staring at me. I froze. I was too scared to move. "Forgot my wallet," was all he said. He grabbed his wallet from the dresser without taking his eyes off me, and left. After a few minutes, I managed to finish what I was doing. He came back with breakfast and we ate. We talked about going to the lake to fish. We didn't speak of what had happened. His attitude towards me changed only for the better. We felt closer. I told him when I was eighteen that I was gay, but that wasn't entirely true. I wasn't sure what I was. I wasn't attracted to women, and the only man I was attracted to was him, but I couldn't tell him that. I didn't know how he felt and I didn't want to ruin the relationship we had. I had noticed over the past year that his body was changing. He was getting skinnier. His ass wasn't as plump as it used to be. He was still as masculine as ever, but not as built. I still wanted him. He had a dark patch on his chin that he said was just a bruise. I accepted that as truth, but I noticed that it was gone the next day, and that it looked like he had put makeup over it. It didn't take much for me to realize that he probably had AIDs. My attraction to him only continued to grow. I still wanted him, and maybe I was wrong for it, but a need started growing inside me to be just like him. I wanted whatever it was he had, whether it was AIDs or not. When we were in the car, on the way to the coast for his business trip, I would find myself staring at him. He caught me several times, and smiled at me each time. This isn't normal, I kept thinking to myself. But I knew I couldn't come back from this business trip without getting what I wanted. Diseased or not, I've wanted this man sexually for years. It was time I did something to make it happen. I may have been doubtful when I was sixteen, but I knew in my heart that it wouldn't take much to get him to make love to me. Our hotel was a sleazy, rundown joint two blocks from the coast. A couple of tractor-trailers were parked at the far end of the parking lot, and two women, who were without a doubt prostitutes, walked up-and-down the sidewalk in front of the rooms. It was just after seven in the evening when we had checked into our room. I was surprised to see only one queen-size bed, and my heart and cock danced at the possibility that seemed too good to be true. I sat on the edge of the bed. I was hungry. "Can we order pizza?" He smiled at me. "Yes. But I want you to do something for me first." "Anything." He smiled again. "Good. I want you to watch me." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Wait here for a minute and you'll see," he said. He walked out the door and a moment later he returned with one of the women. Without saying a word, he bent her over the little table by the window. He lifted her dress and made eye contact with me as he felt inside her. He didn't break eye contact even has he unbuttoned his jeans, slipped them to his knees, and put himself inside her. I was the one who broke eye contact first. My gaze fell to his ass, now starting to sag a little. A black patch decorated his right ass cheek. I sucked in air. My cock started to throb. I reached into the pair of sweat pants I was wearing and stroked myself. I met his eyes once again and he was smiling at me. "You like that?" He asked. The woman answered, but I knew he was asking me. And I knew what he was referring to. I nodded and smiled even wider. "Good. I was hoping you would." He stared at me as finished. I noticed a flash of pain on his face that lasted only a second as he came inside her. He pulled his jeans back up to his hips before she managed to turn around. He showed her the door and closed it behind her. He turned to me. "I'm hoping that was only foreplay." He was rubbing his crotch and I could see him hardening through his jeans. I stood up and took my clothes off. I looked at him. "You know I want you. I'd be surprised if you didn't." "But do you know what you're getting into?" He asked. "You're the only person I've ever asked that question. You're like a son to me. I want to know that you understand. I want to believe that you understand." I gave him a little smile. "I understand what I'm probably getting into. It doesn't take much to figure out what that black patch means. I still want you. I've always wanted you." He pulled his clothes off. There was a patch on his chest, two patches on his torso, a patch on his pelvis, and, even though I couldn't see it now, the patch on his ass that I saw earlier." "You have to promise me that I won't be the only one." "What do you mean?" I asked. "This is a brotherhood. By the time we go home, you'll be a part of a brotherhood of men who live their lives to recruit others. You have to help do that." I thought about it for a moment. If summoning up the urge to have sex with someone who wasn't him meant fulfilling a wish that I've desperately wanted to come true, I would do it. "I promise," I said. He walked over to me, bent down to meet my lips, and kissed me. He gently pushed me to my knees and rubbed his cock against my lips. He still smelled like her. It wasn't a pleasant smell. His slit was raw and oozing. I let him in my mouth and started sucking him. He moaned as I sucked him, doing my best to keep my teeth away from him. I had never sucked anyone before, and I felt like I was doing a good job. It sound like I was. I felt his hands slip under my armpits. I looked up at him and he lifted me onto the bed. Laying me down, he climbed on top of me, pressed his body against mine, and kissed me. My body was screaming with pleasure as he rubbed his cock against mine. He slid down between my legs, lifted them up, and started licking my asshole. I felt my brain popping with pleasure. He kept making me wetter with spit. He slipped a finger in, working me open. Two fingers. Three fingers. It hurt, but it felt so good. He climbed over my body and gently sat on my chest. "Get it wet." I sucked him, getting as much spit on his cock as I could. He climbed back to my legs, pushed them against my chest, and put his cock against my hole. "This will hurt at first. It won't last long. I promise." He pushed the head of his cock inside me with a little force. I yelped. He learned forward, cupping my face with his hands. "You'll be okay." I nodded, and he kissed me again. Slowly, he moved himself in, and out, and in again, until all of him was inside me. He was right. It didn't last long. Waves of pleasure crashed through me. It was bliss. It was perfect. He spent the better part of an hour slowly making love to me. His breathing started to get more rapid, his thrusts faster and harder. "This isn't the end." He said. "This is the beginning. You'll be a part of something that will connect you with men all over the world. We deserve respect, and that's what we get." His face started twisting. He was about to orgasm. He gave one last final thrust. He cried out in pain as he exploded inside me. I started to jerk my cock, but he pushed my hand away as he collapsed on top of me. He pulled himself out of me. "Men like us, we don't masturbate. We don't waste what can be given to others." He laid down next to me. "I want you to finish inside me." I climbed over to his ass. I spread his cheeks. He hole was purple and raw. There were little bumps around it. "Don't spit on it." He said. "I'll be fine without it. I promise. Just go for it." I put the head of my dick against his hole and pushed. I slid inside him with ease. I was in him for less than a minute before I started blowing the biggest load of my life. When I pulled out, I could see a small streak of blood on my dick. He rolled onto his side and pulled me to him. "I'm attracted to you as much as you are to me." He said. "I hope that we can keep doing this. Sharing our gifts is the best part of the brotherhood." I smiled at him. "Of course we can." I paused a moment. "That woman. You did that to spread the gift?" "Yes," he said. "I only hope that I gifted her and she'll spread that gift to every man that puts himself inside her." We ordered that pizza I wanted, ate dinner, and spent the night repeatedly making love to each other. When I woke up the next morning, my heart fluttered with excitement when I pissed and it burned a little. "Welcome to brotherhood." My uncle said when I told him. "It may only seem like a minor infection, but after the night we had, there's no doubt that you're a member of the pack now."

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Driving home, I was elated. I spent the time on the road clenching my hole tight, to keep his loads inside me, as instructed. Twice I felt moments of breach, doing my best to control them. Once I'd got home and to my bedroom, I stripped and checked my jeans and noticed a small patch of wetness. I knew I hadn't lost much of what was inside me and I felt relief. Knowing what was expected of me and wanting to impress, I moved to my drawer of toys and fished out a plug. It wasn't my biggest, as I still struggled with that one, but I knew it would be enough to plug my hole for the night. I spat and then sat on it, then got into bed and went to sleep easily, knowing I had toxic cum inside me to absorb. I woke, enjoying the plug inside me. I was at full mast, so on instinct I worked a load from my cock and rocked my plugged hole back and forth on the edge of my bed. I moved on with my day. I spent my week thinking about my time with the dominant poz man I'd met and imagined how I might see him again. On Thursday evening, I'd prepped my hole and sent a message to him: 'Hi, are you free? I wanna feel your dick inside me again, take you load. Let me know.' A message was sent back within a few minutes: 'i cant tonight got another early night. free all weekend though. see you saturday.' My dick was hard, anticipating seeing him on Saturday, but I was still disappointed that I'd be alone tonight. I decided to open my toy drawer and play by myself for the evening, stretching my hole and working up to the big plug. By Saturday morning I was excited to drive over to the top I'd met. I was horny that I still didn't know his name and had to tell myself to take my hand off my dick several times that morning. I decided I'd send the first message by 11am. 'Hi, are you still free today?' hoping for a quick response, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up for him. I revelled in the knowledge that I hadn't showered since Friday morning, before work. I knew he'd enjoy my pits, if I could see him today. 'Yeah I'm free. Set off in an hour.' I read after I'd showered. My dick sprung to attention and I had to tell myself not to play with it. I knew I'd cum before I'd even set off, if I gave in to temptation. Deciding that my time would be better spent on a home workout, I started to work up a sweat, knowing the top would enjoy if I were as sweaty as could be. He seemed as much as a pig as I was, I'd indulge him as he was indulging me. Within 30 minutes, I'd stopped my little cardio routine and started to cool myself down before I started my drive. I sent a message to tell my dom what I'd done to prepare for our latest encounter, although I didn't get any response. Once the hour was up, I sent another message informing him I was setting off and that I'd message again when I arrived outside his building. My drive was a little nervous, as I hadn't received any reply on the way, but I carried on and I sent the message that I'd arrived. I didn't have to wait long for the reply with instructions. "Come in naked." My cock started growing. Only three words this time, the shortest orders he'd given me so far. I knew this time that a jockstrap was not going to be tolerated, so once I got inside his apartment, I stripped completely. I walked down his hallway and to the room with porn playing. The room looked like it did a couple weeks ago, when I woke up there. It was lit from the window though shrouded by curtains, but this time there was porn playing on the TV. It almost seemed backwards. "Good lad. Your dick's already hard, I like that," he said in greeting. As usual, he was spreadeagle on the padded box chair next to his bed. "Hi, Sir. I've been horny for you all week," I replied. "I used a plug when I got home on Monday, I absorbed your loads," I told him, eager to please. "Dirty pig. Come here, get on your knees," was the only thing he said back to me. I moved forward and dropped to my knees, taking his thick member in my mouth. I could smell his balls from my position and quickly moved down to take a deep breath. His musk filled my nose and made my dick pulse. He'd been to the gym, just as he'd promised and I couldn't have been happier that he had. "Mmmh. Fuck yes, Sir. You smell so good. Thank you," I moaned to him. "Fuck yeah, pig. You like that, don't you? Eat my hole, boy." For the first time, he pulled his own legs up, slipping further down the chair and thrust his ass into my face. His hairy hole in front of me and his musky ass filling my nostrils, I couldn't resist. I attached my mouth to his ass and plugged my tongue in his hole. I moved my mouth up and down, swirled my tongue side to side and used my hands while I ate. I could feel my dick straining to be touched, but I knew I wouldn't be allowed to stroke without permission. After a long time he stopped moaning and spoke to me. "Spit on your dick, boy. Fuck me. You're in charge til you breed me." I froze for a second, processing what I'd been ordered to do. I was in control? I looked up and made eye contact. He looked like I imagined I usually did; pleading and vulnerable. I liked it. Standing up, I obeyed his last instruction and spat on my dick, then I spat on his hole. It was tight and pink, nothing like my own and I lined my head up to his opening. "Do you have poppers, Sir? You want to use them now," I warned him. I realised I'd still called him 'Sir,' but I also didn't know what else to address him. 'Boy' wouldn't have been right. 'Pig' would work, but that was different. I put it out of my mind and lined my dick up, whilst he huffed a little brown bottl.e Grabbing his ankles, I pushed them away from me, folding him in half as he'd done to me so recently. "I'm in charge until I cum?" I asked. "Yes, boy. My hole's yours," he sighed. I couldn't believe the submissiveness coming from the man who had so definitively owned me the last couple of times I was here. I decided to take advantage and I pushed my cock in hard, but slow. I ignored his protests and batted his hands away from my hips. He didn't fight back, though he had the power to stop me. He wanted to switch right now. I liked it. Balls deep, I pulled back and thrust back in again. The muscle bear cried out, but didn't resist, only huffed at the poppers again. I started fucking him in earnest, taking the opportunity offered to me.

The lads continued to chat as the match continued with Dave feeling more buzzed with every hit he took. Niall told him that tingling sensation was totally normal but so was sweating. Despite having a couple of cold cans the guys were starting to overheat, leading to Niall losing his t-shirt. Dave hadn't seen him topless before. He couldn't help but stare at his older mates fur covered chest and fit body. As the match was ending Niall decided he'd shower and change leaving Dave in the sitting room. Dave was feeling good and noticed there was still something left in the pipe so took another couple of hits. This really hit him and got his mind racing. He decided to take Niall up on his offer and headed to the bedroom to see if he'd find a pair of boxers to impress the ladies. Niall was just coming out of the shower as Dave was opening the drawer. "Well, well, well, find a pair you like?" In response Dave held up a yellow pair of CK trunks. "Good choice, they'll really show your bulge, throw em on". In no time Dave had stripped below the waste and put on Niall's underwear in front of him. Niall walked toward Dave, cupping his balls, "yep, snug out". The younger man blushed as the older just smirked and gave him a cheeky wink, "They'll all be after a bit of this lad tonight". At that, Niall started to stroke Dave. Dave was suddenly starting to sober a bit as his body couldn't help but react to the helping hand. He started to back away but Niall stayed with him, laughing, "Ha man, you must be horny out". Dave knew Niall was just trying to take the piss but everything he had taken was kicking in and he couldn't help himself. Niall was relentless as Dave kept stepping back, eventually falling back on Niall's bed. Niall released his towel, his own cock now semi hard. He looked at Dave, "Looks like we could both do with this". He pushed Dave down, the teen tried to get up but he was out weighed. The older man slowly started to pull down the underwear. "Just stay calm lad, you'll enjoy it". Dave tried to struggle as Niall lay on top, their cocks pressed together. Niall started to grind against Dave, grunting, telling his apprentice how good it felt. Dave was torn, he felt like crying but was starting to like the feeling of body contact. Both men's pre-cum started to mix on their bellies, staining the shirt Dave never had a chance to remove. Niall moved his face closer to Dave, "See Davey boy, nothing wrong with a couple of mates helping each other out". Dave could only moan in response. Both could feel the tension building in their cocks, Niall coming first. Dave almost came round in the time it took Niall to come down. However the older man used his cum as lube and started to wank the younger to completion before collapsing beside him. The men dozed for a minute or two with Niall getting up and declaring they'd both need another shower before going out and that Dave would probably need to borrow something else to wear.

Dave finished showering and heard Niall shout that he could use his bedroom to change. He had gel and aftershave if Dave needed it. He took the offer and looked around Niall's room. A queensize bed at the centre with a dresser. At the end of the bed a shelf and mirror with various scents and products. As Dave approach he noticed a discarded pair of jocks on the ground. This fascinated him. He recalled seeing plenty of lads jocks before, in the changing rooms. Bit that admiration he felt for Niall just came back. He picked up the purple calvin kleins and took a closer look. He noticed some stains in the crotch and got a shiver. He threw them down again and got himself ready to watch the rugby game. As he came down stairs he found Niall sitting on the couch smoking what he thought was weed in a small glass pipe. "Weird looking bong man, never seen one like that". Niall gave a half laugh and explained that it was something a little stronger. He told Dave as it was so bad out he felt like having a pick me up before heading out and offered some to the apprentice. Dave hesitated at first, he wondered what the effects would be. Niall explained that it was just gonna help him relax for the night ahead and would keep him going while clubbing. As had happened on previous occasions Dave followed Niall's advice. The two men then sat down and agreed to watch the first half of the match before venturing further. As the first half progressed the two men took turns at the pipe between them, commenting on play. Niall commented on the size of the men, complimenting Dave on his body, "you're big, but not fat or the like". Dave loved getting praise from the older man he admired and returned the favour telling Niall he kept himself well. Niall put it to Dave he must have seen plenty in the changing rooms though, explaining that he mostly worked, went to the gym and pool and normally no one really parades around in the leisure centre. Dave agreed and then laughed as he commented that he saw plenty of jocks thrown around the place too, like yours upstairs. He suddenly stopped and apologised, saying the pipe must be going to his head. Niall told him not to worry. It makes a fella chatty and that they were just underwear. It was at this point Dave admitted his own underwear was just generic stuff and he needed to invest. Niall laughed, offered him the pipe again and in a serious tone said "Well man, if ya like, I've plenty pairs upstairs. You're free to try em for the night". Dave coughed out of shock, Niall calmly continued to explain that if he pulled a woman might find his stuff more sexy than some random pound shop job. He told Dave think about it while they watched the match and refilled the pipe. "Too wet to head just yet man, might as well have a bit more".

My company had recently won an important contract in Mexico, and as the only analyst who spoke Spanish (thanks to my mother being from Seville), I had been sent to oversee the setup of the new operation. My partner was not best pleased that I was going to be gone for eight weeks, but the large bonus I was to receive was certainly going to help with filling up the pot we were setting aside for trying to have kids through a surrogate in the future, so we both knew that I had to accept. As such, after a comfortable flight over in business class, I was now set up in an aparthotel that would act as my base for the trip. The first few days were hectic, but as things calmed down and the new operation found its feet, I could afford to take a bit of a step back. This gave me the opportunity to see a bit of the city and its surroundings, while also hunting for gifts to take back to appease my partner for the prolonged absence. Top of my personal to-do list was a trip out to see some lesser-known pyramids, which I had heard were much less touristy than Teotihuacán and could be visited round the clock. I decided a couple of nights in a nearby basic hotel would be sensible as I was keen to see both sunrise and sunset at the archeological site, so I made a plan to head out there after finishing a bit early on the Friday and then come back to the city on the Sunday. Sure enough, pre-dawn on the Saturday my alarm went off, and after splashing some water on my face, filling my thermos with coffee from the room and donning some clothes, I headed out into the darkness. I had rented a bike to explore the site myself, so with the headlight on bright, I rode off up the semi-paved track away from the hotel. Little was I to know I would not actually get to watch the sunrise as planned. I managed to find my way to the site, although I could not yet make out any actual pyramids in the darkness. I chained up the bike, grabbed my flashlight and then set off up the path leading from the entrance gate. I figured I would find somewhere to sit and drink some coffee while I waited for there to be enough light in the sky to help me work out where to position myself for the actual sunrise. Eventually I found a sort of shelter, the purpose of which was not clear to me in the gloom, but it had a bench in it that I could sit down on to wait. However, as soon as I did so I felt a wave of tiredness come over me, and having got to the site quicker than expected, I decided I could risk leaning against the back and side of the shelter to rest my eyes for a bit. I set an alarm on my phone for half an hour, closed my eyes, and soon drifted off. I was not woken by my alarm, but rather by the sudden jolt of being pulled forward off the bench. It was still fairly dark but I could just make out that there were several figures there, and I knew immediately I was in trouble. At least two men were hauling me out of the shelter by my arms, and of course I shouted and tried to resist once my fight-or-flight response kicked in. At this point my arms were pulled behind me while a bandana or something was pulled around my mouth. Despite my best efforts my assailants quickly had me muted, my arms tied behind me, and then they pushed me to the ground and did the same to my ankles. I was then lifted up by several men and carried away from the shelter, heading for godknowswhere. At this point I was sure I was being kidnapped. After being carried in the dark for a few moments, I was placed down on my front on a flat-topped rock. Before I could squirm or do anything to try to free myself, I was held firmly in place while the men untied my ankles, spread them, and then re-secured them apart to something before ripping open the back of my shorts and underwear. The rope tying my wrists together was also secured down to something, so that I was prone over the rock. Then, almost immediately, I felt a hard pressure at my anus, and started to scream out as much as I could over the gag as I was penetrated. Maybe these men were indeed kidnapping me, but I was to be used first, that was for sure. The initial entry was excruciating, especially as I rarely bottomed for my partner, but eventually whichever of the men it was had buried himself in me fully. He then started a rough pounding of my hole, my gagged screams seemingly not bothering any of them. The first guy fucked me brutally for a while, then roared out and jammed himself into me fully. I knew I was being bred. He then pulled out and was replaced by another, and the whole ordeal began again. They all took at least one turn, my screams seeming to fade into submission in time with the sun rising and light bathing the ruins around us. Not that I got to see much of that, as any time I looked up to try to see who was doing this to me I was struck in the face by one of the men. When they all seemed to be done, a blindfold was tied around my eyes, my ankles were released but then rapidly secured back together, and then I was roughly pulled up off the rock and up into the air again. I was carried to somewhere for a few minutes, and then heard what sounded like a metal door being opened. Moments later I was dropped down onto a hard surface on my back, my wrists were untied from each other, pulled apart and secured somehow. My ankles got the same treatment, and then I heard all the men leaving and the door being closed again. I had no choice but to lie there on my back, unable to see a thing, trussed up like godknowswhat, my mouth still gagged, my used and sore hole continuing to leak, and wonder what was in store for me. Over the course of however many hours it was, men seemed to take turns to visit the increasingly hot room I was in, all of them unceremoniously ramming into my hole and fucking another load into me. What was really surprising was that I realised I was getting just a little bit excited each time I heard the door open as someone else arrived, which was crazy given the peril I was in and the reality of what was happening to me. But yes, truth be told, I was starting to want there to be someone there fucking me rather than being left alone. Another change of location came later, when a number of men seemed to come into the room together and begin working together to release me from whatever I was tied to, re-secure my wrists and ankles together, and then lift me up and carry me out. Once again I was manually carried for some time, until we reached whatever the chosen venue was now for all this to continue. I had no fight left in me, so when I was put down on my feet I dutifully allowed my ankles to be separated and secured apart to something, before I was bent forward over what felt like a rock. I propped myself up on my elbows, and this perhaps gave them an indication that they had broken me as a moment later my gag and blindfold were taken off. I blinked and got my eyes used to the light, taking in that we were back in the trees around the ruins, but I did not look around at the men. I stared straight ahead of me, just waiting. A cock was pressed back into me, and I gave a slight moan as, despite the use and abuse I had experienced and how sore my hole was by this point, there was still a definite sense of what I can only call relief at being filled again. I took the fuck without complaint, and actually squeezed around his cock as he slammed in a final time and unloaded in me. I did the same as all the other men followed suit, never once turning my head to see who these guys were. Somewhere in the corner of my mind, voices were screaming at me to try to stop this, to try to remember that I’m partnered up and planning to have a family, and that this was a repeated act of violence being perpetrated on me, but by this point a deeper, perhaps long-repressed version of me had emerged. I had gone into something of a trance I suppose, but was broken out of that when one of the men suddenly appeared next to me, also bent over the rock. I turned to look at him as I was being fucked, noticing he couldn’t have been more than 25, and watched as he grimaced through his own penetration. He did not utter a sound throughout though, and when the man behind him slammed in a final time and then withdrew, the younger guy just stood up and disappeared out of my field of view. A moment later a stocky older man with a bushy moustache took his place and was also fucked by one of the others, all while the rest of them continued to use me. The light faded as my gangbang continued, with several of the men having also taken a turn bent over on the rock next to me. I concluded this must be a gang or something, but did not know if they all got fucked or if there was some kind of hierarchy within the group. I found myself wondering how many other men had experienced what I was going through, and whether it was just tourists they targeted. I also didn’t know whether I was still going to be kidnapped and held for ransom, but I was starting to think that maybe that wasn’t going to be the case. Perhaps they would finally expend their sexual energies, and then dispose of me to become just the latest in a long list of Westerners who had disappeared without trace, or maybe I was going to be set free after all this. I got my answer long after it had got dark, when the blindfold was suddenly put back on me and I was re-gagged while the last of them finished off inside me. I was then hauled off the rock and quickly re-tied at the wrists and ankles, before being lifted up by several hands and carried off. It seemed like ages, but eventually I was unceremoniously dumped on the ground. I felt the restraints at my wrists being loosened, and then the sound of all the men running away. When it had gone quiet I managed to get my blindfold off with my still-tied hands, realising I was back at the shelter where this had all started. There was some dim light from a nearby lamp, so I could just about make out what I was doing as I wiggled my hands and used my teeth to finally get one wrist free, making it possible to get the gag out of my mouth and then untie the rest of the binds. I was free, and the men were long gone. The bike was still there at the end of the path, and miraculously the torn shorts I was wearing still had everything I had set out with in the pockets, so I was able unchain the bike to cycle back. I had to do the whole thing standing up on the peddles as I was too sore to sit on the saddle, and closer to my hotel I wore out and got off to walk the bike the rest of the way. When I got back, the old man at the reception desk nodded to me as I staggered in, and I detected a smirk as I glanced back at him before starting the climb up the stairs. Did he know? Had he been part of this somehow? Was he possibly even one of the gang that had spent the day fucking me? Or was he just amused by the state I was in? I managed a shower, gently probing around my gaping, abused hole a bit to feel the damage, before collapsing into the bed and passing out. I had feverish dreams all night, waking in a sweat more than once, and was therefore very slow to get going the next morning. An older lady was at the reception when I checked out, but once again I just had a sense that she knew something. What had I got into by coming here? It was a relief when I got back to the city and returned the car to the hire place around the corner from my aparthotel. I slept a little more soundly in my temporary home, and the next day started the process of trying to act normally as I got back on with work. However, as the days of that week went on, a nagging desire got stronger and stronger. I couldn’t deny it as hard as I tried: I wanted to be fucked again, and I wanted it to be anonymous and raw. All it took was a couple of beers with colleagues after work on the Friday, and my inhibitions had been sufficiently lowered to do something about my predicament. That night, and for so many more during my remaining time in Mexico, I was to be found bent over in a cruise club taking whatever came my way. Three days after I got home, I woke up with a fever. My partner tended to me through the delirium that followed, and sat by my side in the doctor’s office a week later as I was given the news that I had tested positive. He saved his rage until we were back home, refusing to believe that any version of what I told him was true. He was acting out of fury as he threw accusations my way, and yet everything he was saying did actually now ring true in some way. I had been subjected to what was undoubtedly a prolonged sexual assault, and yet it had awoken something in me that I knew I could not suppress again. I felt strangely liberated, even as my partner’s vitriol went from strength to strength, and found myself zoning out and starting to wonder if my pozzing had been at the hands of the gang or one of the many anonymous hook-ups in the clubs of Mexico City. Jump forward to today, and my career has actually advanced significantly since the success of the Mexican operation’s commencement. My partner of course kicked me out, and in his anger and betrayal he made sure our friends and families knew the truth about me. That set forth something of a mass desertion by people I thought I had been close to, but now that I am without the same social responsibilities to occupy most of my weekends and evenings, I am free to live my new life. That life involves cock. Any cock. All cocks. There isn’t one I won’t ride, and no load I won’t take. Hook-ups at home or a guy’s place, clubs, saunas, public toilets, alleyways, parks, beaches… Anywhere, anytime, you can find me and my biohazard tramp stamp swallowing up as many loads as possible. I’m 45, apparently handsome, in the best shape of my life, and a proud poz cumdump. But what excites me most is that I’m being sent back to Mexico to oversee the rollout of our latest system upgrade in the office there. I’ve already secured some time off during my stay, and I know just where I’ll be aiming to spend it…

Alex wanted to make sure he understood what was being asked of him, "so, let me get this right, you want to pay me to seduce your boyfriend and try to fuck him raw and cum inside his ass?" Tommy confirmed, "yeah that's right. Like I said, I think he's been cheating and you'll be able to confirm that. And, if he is cheating then he deserves whatever he gets from you. So, how much?" Alex had been an "escort" for a few years. He thought he heard it all. Despite posting his HIV status, he still had a steady stream of clients. Nothing like this ever was asked, though. "$200 is my standard rate," Alex replied, "and I want it up front now; and I get paid whether he wants to get fucked or not." "Alright," Tommy reluctantly agreed. Two Days Later: Alex went to gas station that Tommy's boyfriend worked at, as agreed upon just past midnight. Tommy quickly spotted his blonde target, Eric, the moment he walked in. They both immediately locked eyes on each other; and it was obvious there was an instant attraction. Alex was tall and lanky, but quite toned. At 6 ft 2, and 160 pounds, his boyish looks continued to serve him even as he was nearing his 30th birthday. Eric was a "pocket gay" as some like to say - 5 ft 6, 115 pounds, 21 years old, part white, part latino with gorgeous brown eyes that Tommy could not stop looking into. Alex wasn't one for small talk or wasting time. When he's working, every minute counts. So, he quickly made his way to the counter and cut to the chase. "You're hot. I want to fuck your ass. When do you get off?" Alex said assertively, but somehow gently and reassuringly at the same time. Eric was caught a little off guard, "um .. well you're hot. but I have a boyfriend. so, i dunno." "Look," Alex quickly replied, "that's between you and him. I just want to fuck you. And I can tell you want it. I don't want no drama, so this is just between you and me. What time to do you get off?" Eric felt his small but thick cock growing at the thought of it and stumbled a bit as he responded "umm .. well .. i usually get off at 7. but um . i can take a 15 minute break whenever." "Follow me to the bathroom now then, " Alex requested. Quickly, Eric grabbed his keys, locked the glass doors to the gas station, and followed Alex into the restroom. Before Eric could lock the door, Alex was stripped down revealing a cock of average girth, but enormous length, and the prettiest cock Eric ever saw. "I don't usually do this," Eric said as he got on his knees and started immediately sucking on the beautiful cock presented to him. "Let's make this quick," Alex said, "I have to work soon," he said amusing himself at the irony of the situation. Alex pulled lube out of his jean's pocket and applied it generously. Eric was very quick to comply with any request. Within a minute, Alex was pumping every inch of his cock into Eric's ass with wild abandon. Eric's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he laid on the cold bathroom floor. Alex continued to hammer Eric's ass and then stopped for a moment leaving his cock inside Eric, "you never asked my status, you know?" Eric responded instantly, "i don't care. just keep fucking me. fuck me!!!" Alex pounded as hard as he could and Eric was trying to muffle his cries of pleasure. Within a few moments, Alex unloaded into Eric's ass, and Eric shot a load all over his chest, neck and chin. As they dressed, Alex let Eric in on deal, "Look, I think you should know: your boyfriend paid me to see if I could fuck you because he wanted to know if you were cheating on him." "What the fuck?!" Eric answered. "Here's the thing, though," Alex explained, "I love fucking your ass. So, I'm going to tell him that you didn't go for it; and then I'm going to keep fucking you whenever you want it." Eric was relieved; and excited to hear this because he was already wanting to take his new friend's cock again. The Next Day: "He didn't go for it," Alex explained to Tommy, " but I think he wanted to. I think he was just shy. I think if I saw him again, he would go for it. But, it will cost you another $200." To Be Continued ...

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

I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains. I was alone in the bed. I rolled onto my back and stretched wide, euphoric from the attentions the night before. Reaching for my , I checked the time. It was 11am. My phone had a message from a friend and only social media notifications otherwise. I replied to my friend, omitting my night time adventures and telling her I'd meet her the next day. I got out of the stranger's bed and started up the hallway. I could smell bacon. I walked past the bathroom and to the door opposite my entry to the apartment. I don't know why I didn't stop to dress, ignoring my clothes still in a heap by the front door. As I walked through the open doorway, I saw an open plan living room and kitchen with the man I'd met stood at the far end, over a stove. Two plates were on the counter next to him filled with everything constituting a "full English." "Morning," I said into the room. He jumped, startled by my announcement. "Shit!" He cried, almost spilling the pan he held. "You're like a ninja! I didn't hear you at all." "Sorry," I said, noticing that he was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. "I didn't mean to scare you. Should I get dressed?" I asked. "No, I like you like that. Besides, you don't have time. Breakfast is served." I stood still while he fished fried eggs out of the pan, dabbed them dry on kitchen paper and moved them to the plates to his side. "Sit," he said, waving his hand at me. I turned, seeing a small table with two chairs under a window. I walked to the table and sat in one of the leather covered chairs. Part of me was relieved that the chairs were leather. I was worried my slick cheeks would stain a cloth covered chair, or that my hole would leak on them with the same result. "You don't have to eat it all," I was told. "I can save it for another meal." The plate put on the table in front of me was heaped with food. I was hungry and so I dived right in. We ate in silence, enjoying the meal. I was beginning to realise I liked the man across the small table from me. I had to be careful, cautioning myself not to dive in head first. "I love a boy with an appetite," he told me, as I finished eating. I'd only left bacon and beans. "Thank you. I'm stuffed," I said. "Sorry that I couldn't finish it all." "You're very welcome, boy. Don't worry, I'll eat the left overs," he replied. He grabbed our plates and moved them to the kitchen counters, before moving back to me at the table. "Come sit on the couch with me," he said, pulling at my hand. I followed him across the room and sat next to him on a handsome couch. Picking up a TV remote, he pressed a couple of buttons and lit up the screen opposite us. We bot sat in silence, watching the mid-morning programs for a while. I shivered, starting to feel the cold. "Oh no," he said. "I'm sorry, boy. I didn't realise you'd get so chilly. Come here," leaning to me and grabbing me. He pulled me over with little effort, to sit in his lap. I snuggled into his chest as he wrapped his legs around mine. I could feel my dick beginning to stiffen, but I tried to ignore it. "You like sitting on my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear. "You turn me on, Sir. I'm sorry," I apologised. "I didn't mean to get aroused." "Don't be sorry. I like it." He told me. "Touch yourself. Show me how I turn you on." I obeyed. I grabbed my dick and pumped it slowly. I moved my right hand to my nipple to pinch and twist it. From no where a bottle touched my nose, so I inhaled through one nostril and then the next. "Good boy," I was told. I leaned my head back, hoping for a kiss. "Stop." I did. "Off the couch. On your knees." I stopped and slid off the couch, spinning onto my knees. Looking up to his face, he was grinning at me. "Take off my shorts for me," he commanded. I reached forward and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. There was nothing else to hold, so I pulled down and over his knees, leaving him naked below the waist. The man in front of me had lifted the hem of the t-shirt he was wearing and pulled it up and over his head, discarding it behind me. In the daylight, I saw how beautiful he really was. Muscled but not lean and hairy from head to toe. 'Muscle bear' in every sense of the term. I finally noticed a small tattoo just under his belly button. A biohazard in black ink. "You have a biohazard?" I asked. "Yeah, boy. Didn't you see it last night?" He answered, cocky. "It was too dark. And it's covered by your hair." He chuckled. "Yeah, that's by design. Do you like it?" "Yes, Sir. I wish I'd known," I said. I moved my face towards it, kissing and licking at the mark, I spat on it and sucked at the warning. "Enough. Work my cock," he ordered. I moved down, working his thick dick instead. His hands were already on the back of my head before I was halfway down. I tried to move slowly, as to not upset the meal he'd just made me, but I was forced to work faster. I eventually put my hands on his inner thighs. "Stop. I can't!" I shouted. "I'll be sick." "Aw, boy. I'm sorry. You should have said. Get up. On the couch. Ass out." I followed his instructions. I got up wiping the spit off my mouth and chin on the way, smearing it onto my hole as I moved. I placed my knees on the front of the couch, facing the back and resting my elbows there. Again, a bottle of poppers was produced and placed under my nose. I took deep breaths, two from each nostril before I felt a thick dick at my hole again. "You're still up for this, boy? Another toxic load?" He asked me. "Yes, sir. I'm a chaser. Fuck me up." I told him. I realised that I wished I knew his name, as he pushed inside my loose hole. I moaned as his balls reached my taint. I loved his dick, I wanted it balls deep every time. "Fuck me," I begged. "Mmm. You like this dick, don't you?" He taunted. "You want this thick cock inside you, boy. Say it." "I want your thick, toxic cock inside me, Sir. I want you." I said. "Fuck yes, boy. Dirty little chaser." He started to fuck me in earnest. Similar to last night's energy, but mostly in silence. I decided to take the reigns and asked him, "How did you get pozzed, Sir? Tell me about your chase." "Oh fuck, you really are nasty." He said. I felt his hands slide around my throat and start to gently choke me when he spoke again, thrusting the whole time. "I'm mostly top, boy. I like being in charge, but I realised I could be more controlling. I knew I needed to get pozzed, so I could poz the boys I wanted. Boys like you. I can control bug chasers, if I can bug you up. "I found myself a gifter and asked him to fuck me. I got him over and asked him to poz me. Simple as that, boy. Same as you're doing now. It took a few months but he got me, boy. My tests showed up poz a couple months ago. Six times. I took six loads of his dirty poz cum, boy. Six toxic loads over 3 months," he explained. "So fucking hot, Sir. I want your strain. Make me your boy," I begged. "You fucking bet, boy," he said. My gifter leaned in as he spoke, thrusting harder and quicker. I knew he was about to cum, so I reached my hands back and pulled the back of his thighs. "Cum inside me again, Sir. Poz me. Share your gift, Sir. Please? Please?" I begged again. "It's fucking yours, boy. Unh, Uhh." With two last pumps, he lay forward and on top of me. "You're gonna get it, boy. I'm not gona fuck anyone else until I know I've infected you. I want you as my first." He said. I didn't move, my dick still hard and leaking. "Fuck yes, Sir. My hole is yours. I want you to poz me. My cunt's all yours, Sir," I promised. "Good lad. Now clean me up, then get dressed. I've got stuff to do."

I woke up cold. We'd drifted off, after our exertions and hadn't gotten underneath the duvet. I lay there, unsure of what to do. Should I wake him, or snuggle closer and his body to keep me warm? Either way I needed to use the bathroom first. I tried to extract myself from his arms without waking him, but I was unsuccessful. The man I'd met hours earlier stirred and spoke to me. "Are you leaving?" He asked me. "No, I just need to piss," I answered, getting off the bed. "First door you come to," he told me. "Are you cold? I'm freezing," he said, moving to get under the blanket. I walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway, finding the first door in the darkness. The light made me recoil, blinded. I relieved myself and wondered what time it was. After I'd finished, I left the light on and went to my clothes, still in a pile by the door into the apartment. I fished my phone out of my pocket; 3.3am. I didn't make much sense of the timing. I was so tired, maybe we'd stayed up longer than I'd thought. I did work 3 loads out of the man. I walked back to the bedroom, feeling a chill creeping in. The room was dark as I dropped my phone onto the padded chair next to the bed and climbed under the covers. I shuffled towards the man who'd bred me only an hour or so before. "Welcome back." His hands grabbed me and pulled me to his body. "You're freezing!" He exclaimed. "You should have said something." "I only just woke up," I told him as my body shuddered, accepting the warmth under the blanket and a man against me. It was still dark when I woke up. I'd drifted off again. This time my dick was hard and I could feel another hard dick against my butt cheeks. I moved, pushing my back and my ass into my new dom. "I was hoping you'd wake up soon," he whispered in my ear. He moved his arm on top of me up, licked his fingers and moved it back underneath the covers. "Unhh," was all I could manage, as his fingers rubbed his spit across my hole. I felt his hand move off my ass before his thick cock pushed against me. I relaxed my hole and angled myself towards him, to make it easier for myself. My hand moved towards the seat, trying to find the bottle of poppers. I found my phone, dragging it towards me, before dropping it and moving my hand back. Finding the small brown bottle, I snapped my hand to my nose. His fat dick was already inside me when I was uncapping the poppers, frantically seeking help. "Huff those poppers, boy." I was ordered. "Deep breaths." I didn't know how he could see me, but I did as I was told. I sniffed deep and hard at the bottle under my nose twice, before capping them and thrusting my hips back towards the dick inside me. We both moved slowly, enjoying a slower fuck. I moaned and grunted, enjoying his thick raw dick. "Thank you, Sir. I fucking love you inside me," I said. "Mhmm. Yeah, you like raw dick, don't you? Tell me you love it raw." "Raw is law, Sir. I love it raw. I haven't used a rubber since I was 20." I confessed. "Good boy. Good boy," he said, each word longer than the last. Our hips thrust against each other for a long time. I was starting to tire out when I heard him say "I'm gonna have to crank it up a notch if you want another load, boy." "How do you want me?" I asked. "On your front, don't move." I rolled onto my front, away from him. His dick slipped out, making me moan. I kept my body still as I reached for the poppers again. My top moved over me, lining his dick up to my hole, still under the duvet. Cold air rushed in at my back, as he lifted himself off me and I started inhaling the poppers. "You want another toxic load, boy?" I answered as I exhaled. "Yes, sir. Knock me up." He pushed inside as I exhaled again. "You're gonna get it, gonna get infected. You want me to convert you?" "Yes, please. Give me what you got, I need it, poz me up, Sir," I begged. The man on top of me started to pound at my hole. I felt his sweat dripping onto my back as he talked dirty to me. "I'm gonna give you my bugs. You're gonna get it, boy. Tell me you want HIV. Beg me for a poz load." I obeyed every instruction. I kept my body still, whilst he fucked me hard and fast, replying to his poz verbal. "Give me everything, Sir. Give it to me. I want HIV, infect me. I need poz cum!" After a few minutes, I felt him shudder. He thrust deep and hard, then lay down on top of me. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it back up over us both. A few minutes more, he spoke to me, "Suck me clean, boy. I thought you liked ass to mouth?" I pulled his cock out of my hole and shuffled down the bed to find his softening member. I opened my mouth and enveloped him, tasting his toxic cum and my bloody cunt. I couldn't taste much blood, wondering if I'd dodged the bullet tonight. 'Time will tell,' I told myself. Slinking back up the bed. hoping to be spooned for the rest of the night, I was met with a white plastic strip in front of me. "You're neg, boy. Your test is negative." "I'd almost forgot we did that," I said, moving my back against his chest. "Me, too... I'm glad you're neg. I hope I get to change that," he said, before throwing the test onto the chair and wrapping his arms around me.

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

I park on a street close to the club, and, as I’m walking toward it, I happen to hear a homeless guy holler out, “Hey, that guy isn’t wearing any underwear !” Into the club, where I sign in, check my jacket, and buy a bottle of water, which I quickly down. Gotta keep hydrated. After stopping in the restroom long enough to shoot some lube and a good size shard of Tina up my hole, I take a quick tour of the place, and, since nobody’s occupying my favorite sling, I climb in and throw my legs up in the air, and rest my booted feet in the stirrups, with my legs spread, completely exposing my willing hole. I’ll give it a few minutes and see if I can get lucky, early on. Every so often, a few guys wander through, each of them checking me out before they continue on their way out the other side of the small room. Are they all bottoms, or just not interested ? A good looking middle aged guy wearing faded jeans and no shirt, wanders in, checks me out, on his way through, then he stops in the opposite doorway, and turns half way around. I nod my head, and move my ass around a little, in the sling. He seems to sense that I could be interested, so, after staring at me a little while longer, he walks back in, and stops at the end of the sling, placing each of his hands on the chains that suspend the sling from the beam in the ceiling. Again, I move my ass just a little, and he places one hand on my furry stomach, while his other hand explores my ass. Finally he must have convinced himself that I want to get fucked, because he suddenly pops open his 501’s (no underwear), and pulls out his cock: maybe 7”, cut, and thick, with a good size head on it, just fine to start off the evening with. And, he’s rock hard. After rubbing the head of his cock up and down my crack, he locates my hole, and works his way in. For me, the sensation is extremely intense, with all of my nerve endings on high alert from the Tina. Gripping the chains on the sling, he takes a couple short strokes, then pushes his cock all the way inside me. My, “Yeh !” brings out the aggressive fucker in him, and he gives my hole a good pounding. His cock likes that, a lot, and about 15 seconds later, his chest is heaving and he’s exploding deep inside my hole. As soon as his balls are drained, he quickly pulls out, grabs a paper towel from the shelf on the wall, behind me, and hurries out of the room. I’m thinking, “Not bad, for starters.”

For me as a top, either a cage or wearing a jock/assless underwear signals to me that you're not interested in having your cock played with.

I hooked up with two guys this afternoon. The first guy was visiting from out of town, summer vacation. He was staying in the neighborhood, he said he wasn’t sure if we were into the same kinks. I said what’s on my profile is there to start conversations not end them. He said he’d get so sweaty walking over and asked if that was okay? I told him as long as I got to sniff his pits and crotch I’d be thrilled. We gad a great time. He started kissing me in the living room. He couldn’t keep his fingers away from my hole. I deepthroated his dick until it was covered in slime. He stood me up, turned me around, and slid into me in one go. It stung a little and I had to slide off. We went to my bedroom, where he go out my toys and slid them in my ass. While I was bent over he pulled the toys out and slid his dick in, but this time I was loose and lubed and he slid in so easy he started fucking me slow and deep. He lasted a couple minutes and I loved it all. He busted and said it’d been four days. I put my plug back in and showed him to the door. When I opened up sniffies I instantly got dick pic from a hung dread headed twink. I told him about the load in my ass and he asked if condoms were cool. I said he could wear anything he wants to bring and sent my address. He showed up, had me bend over my bed, then slid his dick inside me raw. He leaned in closer to me as he got in the groove. His locks dangled across my back until he pressed up against me to bury his load in deep. I put my plug in after that too. I held it in for 20 minutes, and when I pulled it out both massive nuts flowed outta me.

Hello Men. Long time admirer, First time poster. A private men's club meets in Denver three days each week. On Wednesday afternoon the turnout was pretty decent. A good mix of ages, body types and top/vers/bottom guys. The atmosphere is bathhouse but without wet areas. It is a fairly small venue so the action is more concentrated. There is a lounge area with couches, an open area with some beds and a sling. The back area is a large room with two large beds. That is where the action really gets going. While some guys prefer to watch, most are there to get busy. The bonus about Wednesday is many guys are on a lunch break so they are quick to cum and go. After watching some anal popper hypno and stretching my ass with some of my more robust toys, I was ready to go full cum slut. Arrived just after the open and quickly got ready in the changing area. To enhance my bottom status I wore my leather bulldog harness, ass open jock and red soccer socks. Went straight to the back room and began cruising. Both beds each had a beefy bottom offering it all up. I sat down next to the one who was already sucking a hot, tall, thin well hung guy. I began to play with the bottoms ass and kept one eye on the guys watching the action. A minute later a middle aged guy with a nice 7 inch hard-on was cruising me. I slid off the bed onto my knees mouth open. Three seconds later the cock was passing through my lips into the back of my throat. I worked on him til he was sloppy wet and asked if he wanted my hole. Yes. I jumped onto the edge of the bed ass up face down. He was at my hole and I pushed back feeling him open me wide. After about five minutes of aggressive fucking, holding firm by the harness and telling me to take his cock, he slapped my ass and said thanks. I turned around and asked to clean him off and he let me suck and lick the lube and ass juices from his rock hard cock. My attention turned to the bottom next to me. I ate his ass while he sucked cock. My cock was fully erect and I decided to top this guy. His ass was ready and I fucked him deep until I went to the edge. Pulled out for a minute and repeated. I was ready for more action. Got cruised by another bottom. This guy was early 40’s with a smaller frame. I am 6’4”, 220#, fit, not ripped, swim/gym bod for perspective. He really wanted my nearly 9 inches of erect manhood. He pleaded for me to go easy and I politely heeded his request. With him on his back, knees up, I locked my arms under his legs and raised his tight little hole to meet my cock. I slipped in just the head. Coaxing him to relax and breathe, I slowly, deliberately pushed deeper. My cock found his second ring and he jumped a bit so I pulled back and let him adjust. Soon I was working into a good rhythm and a few minutes later his eyes rolled back in his head. I asked if he was close and wanted to cum. My motives were purely selfish. CUM. I gave him room to stroke while I fucked him. Less than a minute later I could feel his ass throbbing as he moaned and began to shoot. He kept saying I am still cumming as he shot 3!4!5!6 times over his chest and stomach. After squeezing the last few squirts, I pulled out, buried my face in his abs and began to lick all the cum from his sweaty stomach and chest. He tasted fantastic. When I was done my chin and nose were wet with semen. I was still rock hard but needed to get fucked. Went back to the bed action and cruised a mature daddy type with a smaller cock. I am mostly a bottom and all tops are welcome. He was ready and I went face down and ass up to give the best angle for depth. His fingers slipped into my hole and he worked the in and out, back and forth til he was satisfied. He lined up and pushed all the way in. I made sure to push back and clamped down with my ass muscles. He was fucking me and I was getting vocal encouraging him to go harder and use my tight hole. I sensed he might be the first so I worked hard for his load. He was riding me and I made sure he felt me tighten on the pull back. His pace increased and I loudly said breed me daddy. Fill me with your seed. Breed me. Breed me. He slammed into me and I knew he was unloading. He pumped me a few times while breathing heavy. He stayed in deep for a minute while he caught his breath. I tightened down as he pulled out and swung around. I gobbled up his cock in my mouth and tasted all the goodness. He was sensitive and I squeezed out one last drop before he thanked me and disappeared behind the wall of men watching and stroking. Load #1! The well hung guy from before was there. He was easily my length but thicker. I asked him if he wanted my ass and he stepped forward. This time I went ass up over the corner of the bed to give him maximum control.Thank goodness I had used my biggest dildo, the 8x2, because this guy was about that thick. As he lined up, I took a big hit of some quality Amyl poppers from the EU. I held it as his head pushed against my hole. POP. He was past my first ring and slowly pushing til he was balls deep. He held there as I hit the poppers again. Using my ass muscle to squeeze him, he understood the signal and began. Between his manhood and my cum slut attire, a nice crowd began to watch, stroking. His hands grasped my hips and he methodically plowed me deep. I did my best to squeeze him and push back into him. A good rhythm developed between us and the pace quickened. Pretty soon he was slamming into me with an audible smack. More poppers and I was in ecstasy. I begged him to gape my ass and show it off. He pulled his cock out and slammed it home about 6 times. When he pulled out again, the guy next to him was like Holy Shit. He rammed home and pulled out and I could feel the cool air just inside my hole. One time, someone grabbed the lube bottle and pumped a few good size squirts right into my hole. The stud went back in and pumped me hard and fast. I sensed the change in his cock head, the feeling like there is a knot. A few thrusts later and he unloaded. He kept pumping my hole as his balls emptied before coming to a rest balls deep. Load #2. After he pulled out I asked to clean him and he offered my mouth to his dripping cock. I made sure all of the cum and lube was licked and sucked off his amazing manhood before thanking him for an amazing fuck. With the show over, for now, I got quickly got hard and entered a bottom on the other bed. I fucked him and in a few minutes I was close. Over the next five minutes I used his hole to edge my dick. Another guy moved behind me an pinched my nips while I plowed the bottom. It was too early to cum, so I paused and turned to kiss the guy behind me. As we kissed, he kept after my nips and my hand went to his cock. He was a nice size, maybe a hair better than average. I asked if he wanted my hole. Yep! He wanted me on my back. My legs went up, knees to my shoulders. He climbed aboard and his cock slid right in. He fucked me with gusto, pausing to bite my nips. I moaned and squirmed under his body but he had me locked on his cock. He fucked me this way for about five minutes before pulling out and slapping my ass. I told him when he was ready to cum, I wanted it in my ass. He said we"ll see. The crowd had grown to about 25 guys and I figured it was sling time. After climbing aboard, I didn't have to wait long. A decent looking, fairly muscular late 30's guy walked up and slid his 7" cock deep inside. He began to pump away and I hit the poppers several time. I asked one of the guys watching to pinch my tits hard. My nips were getting a nice workout while I got plowed. This guy was hit my ass for a few minutes before moving on. But, I didn't stay empty for more than a few seconds. An older dad pressed against my hole with his average cock. I pushed back and he was inside. My gut told me he was retired, married and needed to bust a nut. I clamped down while he thrust inside. Maybe a minute later, he came hard. Load #3. After a bit, I was face down, ass up on the edge of the bed. I grabbed a pillow to cover my head and waited. About half a dozen guys fucked me over the next half hour. I wasn't sure how many if any came in my ass. I went back to the sling and confirmed Load #4 appeared. He was a beefy Latin guy with a healthy sized uncut cock. I hit the poppers and let him take me. He was aggressive from the start. Pulling the sling and me onto his cock. I had that very full feeling and could feel cum running down my crack. He pounded away and while I kept snorting away at the Amyl. Lightheaded, I could feel my hole getting wrecked. I encouraged him to give me his all and he didn't disappoint. Soon I was begging for his cum. Breed me! Fill me up! I want your seed deep in me! With a few grunts and obvious thrusts, I knew he was unloading. Push it in deep I moaned out. He stayed in for a minute before sliding out and slapping me on the ass. By this point the crowd had dwindled to a few last bottoms. I held out hope for one more load, but to no avail. When I finally got dressed, I was the last man in the club. More posts to follow...

I love it when a man dumps his load pulls up his pants and just leaves. It shows what a total worthless piece of shit I am. Just a hole to cum in. You wouldn’t expect a man to say thank you to a flesh light. That’s what our holes are. He’s already complimented you by picking you to cum in and he’s proving how good your hole is by being able to breed it and shoot his load. If we’re using poppers I like when the top is done for him to toss the bottle of poppers to me while he gets dressed and just say something like: “Take care of yourself now” as he walks out the door

I don't mind it at all. As long as his load is leaking out of my hole, I'm happy.

CH. 2 "Nico is a Cheating Whore" *** Omar tightened his embrace around Nico as they laid on the sofa together in the living room of Omar's apartment. "You know how much I love you, right?," Omar asked softly. "Of course, babe," Nico replied, clasping his hands more tightly around his boyfriend's muscled biceps. Nico closed his eyes as Omar's warmth enveloped him. Nico felt Omar's load soaking into his sore hole as they both lay together naked in their post-sex haze. There was a special kind of sting to the feeling of a man's cum soaking into his roughed-up hole that Nico just adored. He held tightly to Omar's arms. "Omar, I'm so glad I found you." "Me, too, babe." Omar planted a kiss on Nico's cheek, lingering just a beat longer than usual before pulling his lips away. It was such a sweet salve to Omar's aggressive sexual hunger that he could be so attentive and endearing in this way. The two continued laying there until Omar's phone lit up. He picked it up from the coffee table. "Luciano says they're getting ready to leave," Omar said, squinting at the brightness of the screen. Nico sat up. "Okay. I'll go shower." "Alright, but no aborting my offspring in there. I'm not done with you tonight." Nico laughed, shaking his head in feigned disapproval. "Of course not, daddy." Nico clenched his hole a little tighter just to be sure Omar's load stayed inside him as he stood up from the couch and headed to the bathroom. Omar's older step-brother Luciano was coming with his wife Elena to meet Nico for the first time. Months of Omar's endless bragging to Luciano made the occasion feel well overdue even though their relationship was still only six months old. Omar had been looking forward to having his step-brother finally meet Nico. Omar got up, headed into the kitchen, and lit the stove. * * * "You almost done in there?" Omar shouted through the open bathroom door. "Luciano just texted. They're looking for parking right now." Nico shut off the shower and stepped out, hearing the urgency in Omar's voice without actually being able to make out his words over the sound of the bathroom fan. His eyes darted around the bathroom. "Where are your clean towels?," Nico belted. "Shit," Omar muttered to himself, then shouted in reply, "We just used the last clean one after I fucked you." "Well, can you at least hand me that one? All of your cum ended up inside me anyway." "Okay, babe. One second. I need to turn down the stove before the food burns." Omar bolted over to the kitchen just as the sound of footsteps gathered outside the apartment door. The doorbell rang. Omar dashed over to his bedroom, grabbed the towel, and hustled it over to Nico. Omar turned around to open the front door, leaving the bathroom door ajar in his wake. "Hey, Omar!!," Luciano nearly shouted. "Lucho!," Omar replied, cracking a large smile. Lucho was Omar's nickname for his eldest and only step-brother Luciano. Luciano threw his arms open and wrapped them around Omar's broad shoulders. "Come on in, you two!," Omar glowed, as he patted Luciano in return and gave his wife Elena a kiss on the cheek, asking, ¿Elena, cómo estás? "How's my little brother?," Luciano asked, smiling widely as the two entered and removed their coats. Nico, meanwhile, found himself in a bit of a bind. He was stranded on the opposite side of the apartment from where he left his clothes at the foot of Omar's bed. He stood dripping in nothing but a post-sex towel behind a half-closed bathroom door with his boyfriend's family standing between Nico's clothes and his naked body. He decided to hang tight behind the door until he could get Omar's attention. "Let me go grab you guys a drink," Omar offered as he headed back into the kitchen, barely hearing whatever it was that Elena started saying to Luciano. "I'm going to run to the restroom real quick," said Luciano. Nico panicked as the door swung open, but Luciano's eyes were glued to his phone screen as he walked in and closed the door behind him. "Oh, sorry!," Nico blurted, not knowing what to say in such a situation. "Oh shit! You scared me," Luciano responded as he quickly looked up and thrust his phone quickly into his pocket. "I'm so sorry! I was just showering before you all arrived and didn't realize that I had left my clothes on the other side of the apartment until you came in." "Well, this is an awkward way to meet!," Luciano laughed as he unbuttoned his pants and turned around to face the toilet. "So I take it you're this Nico I've been hearing so much about?" Nico could hardly believe Luciano was striking up a conversation as he was about to take a piss with Nico just behind him. The sound of Luciano's piss plunging into the toilet gave Nico the impression that Luciano was draining a mighty cock, but with Luciano's back to Nico, the goods were out of sight. "Excuse me for just one minute," Luciano said, putting his member away and zipping up his pants. Nico found it curious that Luciano would excuse himself so late in the process. "Sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Luciano. It's so good to finally meet you." He extended Nico the same hand that he had just used to shake his cock dry. Nico, more steadily than seemed suited to his state of astonishment, extended his hand in return, hoping some remnant of the scent of Luciano's manhood might rub off. "I'm Nico." They shook. Nico balled up his hand as he withdrew it. Nico's cock began to stir under his towel. He wondered if Omar knew Luciano was meeting Nico like this. "I was trying to avoid walking out there looking like this when I heard you all arrive," Nico offered. "I forgot my clothes in Omar's room, so I was stranded in here." "You sure you want to change? What, this outfit doesn't suit you?" Luciano winked and gave Nico a slap on the shoulder before turning to the sink to wash his hands. "I'm just messin' with you! Hey, I'll go grab you your clothes and bring 'em over." Nico felt anxious. How was Luciano so relaxed like this? What would Luciano's wife think when she saw Nico step out of the bathroom after her husband? Nico closed the door behind Luciano and immediately unballed his fist. He lifted his opened palm up to his nose and inhaled slowly. Nico's cock began to stir under the towel as his nipples hardened. The thought of having Omar's step-brother's cock smell on his hand was making his heart pound and his thrashed hole pucker. Luciano returned with the clothes and knocked on the door. Nico cracked the door open expecting to be handed his clothes only for Luciano to push his way in, closing the door behind him. Is this just how things go with this guy?, Nico thought. An excitement stirred in Nico's belly as he wondered whether Luciano was merely playing naive. Nico took a second look at Luciano's figure. He looked to be a couple inches taller than Omar, and while his shoulders and upper back were not nearly as developed as his younger step-brother's, Luciano's pecs could leave an Olympic athlete jealous. Luciano's nipples pressed through the fabric of his shirt. "Thank you," Nico said, smiling for the first time since their bathroom exchange began. The way Luciano was standing looked as though he was settling in, rather than just dropping the clothes off. "You know that I can smell my little brother's cum inside your pussy, right?," Luciano said. Nico's heart skipped a bit. The mouth on this guy, he thought. Luciano walked right up to Nico's face and leaned into one ear, suddenly dropping his gregarious affect: "Now why are you trying so hard to make me cheat on my wife, boy?" Nico felt anxious and aroused in equal measure. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Omar, but the more he thought about the succession of boundaries that Luciano, the bolder Nico felt about taking the risk. Luciano lifted his thumb and index finger to his lips and wet them with his tongue all the while never breaking eye contact with Nico. Luciano reached over and gently pinched the very tip of Nico's left nipple, clenching it between his fingers with the kind of precision of a chef applying the finest detail to an exquisite feast. Nico exhaled deeply. His hyper-sensitive nipples made his inner whore rage with lust. His heart was pounding. The whole situation felt so wrong, and yet he longed for it. Craved it. Applying a subtle pressure, Luciano twisted his fingers around Nico's nipple, somehow never once brushing his areolae. The skill it demonstrated was so apparent that Nico imagined a long and storied sexual history stood behind it. This wasn't just play: it was craft. Holy fuck, he thought, as if gazing into an abyss that he barely understood. Nico's cocked throbbed, lifting open the towel. "Looks like my little brother's new boy understands what's about to happen," Luciano said, a little louder than seemed prudent. His expressions were more serious now. That charismatic smile that had been beaming at Nico in the mirror earlier had now given way to an unsettlingly intense focus. Nico's sore hole pulsed. His ass crack started to feel slick, and those two tiny points of contact on his nipple left his body feeling electrified. He needed to feel a man's raw cock sliding inside him fast. "Won't they hear us?," Nico whispered. His erect cock head came into contact with Luciano's left thigh, just above his knee. The texture of his jeans against Nico's cock head felt momentarily divine. "Of course they will," Luciano whispered back. The butterflies in Nico's stomach were almost overwhelming. His nervous system was lit up like a carnival at night. Nico was in heat, and his hole -- cum-slick from Omar's cock onslaught earlier -- wanted to swallow whatever beast was lurking in Luciano's pants. Nico reached down and unbuttoned Luciano, revealing a dark bush of spiraling black hair and the thick veiny base of Luciano's dick shaft. No underwear, Nico thought as he considered whether this meant Luciano had arrived for tonight prepared to devour something more than just dinner. Nico gently pulled down at the base of the open fly, cupped his right hand, and slid it smoothly underneath the back side of Luciano's warm ball sack. With deliberateness and care, Nico lifted Luciano's snaking, eight-inch, uncut python of a cock and his bulging ball sack out of their denim confines. Luciano was engorged but not yet fully hard. A sticky swell of precum was dripping from the opening in his foreskin. Nico removed his hand from behind Luciano's nuts and reached back behind himself, lifting his hips on the right side to let him reach his hole. Luciano watched Nico's near-useless towel drop away, revealing a pair of cum gutters as defined as Luciano's surging pecs. Nico pressed his index and middle finger into his hole, parting his pussy lips. He swirled his two fingers around in his cum-soaked anal cavity. Omar's seed felt runny and almost hot as some of it began to trickle out of Nico's hole and down into his cupped palm. Careful not to let any more cum out than he could keep in his hand, Nico carefully pulled his fingers out of his hole, and gently carried his cupped hand with a small lake of Omar's DNA around to Luciano's rising manhood. Nico turned his hand over slowly, drizzling Omar's cum up and down the length of Luciano's dick shaft. Nico's left hand spread the liquid cum-glazing evenly over all sides of Luciano's now fully erect meat club as the smell of semen filled the bathroom. The expression on Luciano's face looked like an admixture of shock, anger, and fascination. "My little brother found himself quite the little piggy this time," said Luciano. Nico's ears perked up at the "this time." "You want to fuck your brother's cum back into me?," Nico offered almost matter-of-factly as he turned around and arched his lower back, presenting his pale, gravity-defying meat bubbles to Luciano's voracious gaze. With nothing but his cum-shiny manhood exposed, Luciano moved in on Nico's fully naked body. Luciano's fully engorged cock head, which reeked of Omar's sperm, was now peaking out from his foreskin. He pressed his cock head against Nico's slippery, moist hole. Luciano's head easily parted Nico's cum-fragrant outer hole. Luciano slowly tucked his pelvis to press his veiny 8-incher deeper into Nico's silky warm insides, bending his knees to get himself fully underneath the little slut's fuckchute. Nico gasped briefly as felt the pressure of Luciano's raw cock against Nico's ass walls steadily get more intense. On top of the sheer force of this new raw dick penetrating him, Nico's hole still felt tender from the ravaging he'd received from Omar. "You neg, cutie?," Luciano asked sweetly. "Yes," Nico replied, trying to keep his focus on the intense pressure Luciano's cock was creating as he pushed into Nico still deeper until finally bottoming out inside Nico. Nico let out a brief moan that was louder than intended. "You on prep then?," Luciano continued. "No," Nico replied, trying to control his breathing as Luciano started pressing a little harder against the back of Nico's rectum, sending increasingly intense shockwaves through his tightly closed second hole. "Good boy," Luciano whispered approvingly, as he began churning his step-brother's DNA inside Nico's chute. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered as he tried relaxing his tender hole, wondering when it would adjust to the punishingly large raw dick in him. A small amount of cum trickled out of Nico and down Luciano's dick shaft. Luciano felt the trickle of his step-brother's cum trickling down his nuts as it turned cool. "There's nothing I love more than sliding my cock into a fuckchute that my little brother has already nutted in. Fuck that's a wet hole." Luciano pulled out and slammed his cock into Nico's sore rectum, demanding that his still-hesitant second hole yield to the full length of his fuck tool. "Aaaaah!," Nico let out as he felt Luciano's cock ply his second hole fully open. Concerns about keeping quiet suddenly became just a memory. Luciano pulled Nico's hips forcefully onto him, holding that second hole open for a moment as he tried to hold back his inevitable orgasm. "Holy fuck!," Luciano grunted as his nuts began pulsing and his sperm was sent flooding deep into Nico's guts. Luciano shuddered, his eyes tightly shut, as he continued unloading in Nico's used pussy, which was now fully slathered in a mix of family cum. Nico felt a deep, guttural excitement as he thought about how slutty he had been to let Omar's 41 year-old step-brother fuck an unprotected load into Nico's pre-loaded hole while Nico's jealous, protective boyfriend Omar was made to listen to it all in his own apartment. Luciano's orgasm reached its end. Nico felt thoroughly full, even as Luciano slowly began withdrawing his raw monster from the young jock's cum-soaked insides. God, it hurts even as he pulls out, Nico thought, though still he somehow relished the sting he felt as Luciano's cock easily slid past the fleshy walls of Nico's silky rectal cavity. "God," Luciano's interjection broke the post-sex quiet that suddenly made the whir of the bathroom fan more pronounced. "It's going to be fun putting you in the stable at this year's family reunion," Luciano said as he caught his breath. Nico felt his stomach flip. "Family reunion?"

Part 2 - Speed Breeding: Garrett’s troll dick was angled to the right, stretching my ass for what he called part of my ‘training’ for the Speed Breeding that was going to happen Friday night at the big sex party. He had already filled me with two loads, and called in a BBC buddy of his to give me a third, so my ass was good and wet. I had only recently tested POZ and while safe sex was the norm those days, it was awesome just fucking without having to talk about all that. Garrett never mentioned his status or asked mine, and I didn’t either. He wanted some ass, I needed some dick, and so we were good. “Lift that right leg back now - that’s it - feel that bit of resistance? That’s your second hole ring. You got a deep ass boy and it took me a minute to find the right spot. There will be some guys there Friday night who are bigger than me and will fuck you with no mercy as hard, deep, and fast as they can. You think you can take that? Once the Speed Breeding starts I can’t have you bowing out or complaining. You trust me? Willing to do what I need to make sure you are trained and ready?” I nodded yes; then looked in Garrett’s eyes as he picked up speed and SLAM! tore through that fleshy barrier. I screamed then immediately started to apologize as it felt like my hole was bleeding a bit. Garrett just kept fucking and smiled, “It’s OK, it’s OK. Feeling better now? See no matter how much your ass may hurt in that second, soon your it starts getting all warm, the hormones flow, and whatever little sting you felt becomes just fucking bliss. Ready for it again?” After Garrett had pumped another load in me, he lit a cigarette, laid back on the messed up bed beside me, and we started to talk. The conversation wasn’t about sex or anything major really, just life, stories of guys he knew, things he had experienced, asses he had fucked, his outlook on life in DC. His townhouse was modest and located at the edge of the ‘gay hood’ and next to a sketchy part of town. Nothing about his life screamed money or flashiness - just a normal guy. Garrett was in his early 40s and I was about 12 years younger. He said he liked the ‘old troll’ label as it was freeing. He had learned long ago not to give a fuck about what anybody thought or said and there was something wild and wicked about all those pretty boy queens bending over to let him fuck them like he wanted. “You’re different though,” Garrett observed as he tapped out his cigarette and handed me the bottle of coke – high grade cocaine. “Quiet and fresh sure, but you don’t seem like that crowd suits you.” I snorted, wiped my nose, shrugged, and admitted, “Yeah. I guess I lived that way far too long - caring what everyone else thought - and have started to realize I was missing out on a lot. You know I had never done anything like what we did at the bar before. I fucking loved it though!” Garrett laughed, took the bottle, snorted, “Yeah that was obvious too. Let me think on what else we can do today to help you along with seeing what you been missing.” Garrett had gone out, but had left me with a few bottles of cocaine and told me to get good and high. He also said I should make myself at home and he would be back shortly and that I was welcome to spend the evening. Then he had added cryptically, “You will really enjoy it if you do.” I couldn’t believe how trusting he was and so just sat in the living room, flipping through a stack of magazines he had on his coffee table. I heard the back door open, Garrett’s voice, and the voices of at least two others. “Pour us a drink will you,” Garrett said to his new guests as he started to walk my way, “Add an extra one for my new friend.” I stood up. Garrett set a few more bottles of coke on the coffee table, “Snort up. Tonight’s my usual card night with a couple buddies. I know you like black dick and they are a couple of white ass killers and tag team destroyers who each have humongous dicks and can fuck round after round. Is that ass still hungry? Fuck your hole is dripping wet and Jesus - look what you did to my dick. But I’ll wait. I need you to take my buddies first. Couple things to know. They are rough, rowdy, rude, and will hold you down and rape fuck you hard. You ever been truly rape fucked? They’re straight - mostly - but a pussy is a pussy and when we drink and get high they get horny as shit, so on occasion I line up a little side action for them. They are not pretty boys - these are real men who take what they want and need when they want and need it. Unlike that young guy I had come fuck you earlier, these two are the real deal. Finally, they are both homeless and for Speed Breeding you have to be willing to take ANY dick. You trust me? Will you do this? I can assure you that you will fucking love it!” And then it began: “TAKE THAT DICK… “YEAH YOU TRAINING THIS ONE RIGHT MAN - TRAINING HIM RIGHT... “THAT SECOND HOLE BROKE ALREADY - DAMN! TIME TO DIG OUT THAT THIRD… “HOW’S THAT CRUSTY DICK FEELING IN THAT PUSSY? PULL THEM CHEEKS APART, LET MY MAN HERE GET A GOOD LOOK AT MY DICK STRETCHING THAT CUNT OUT…” “MAN YOU AIN’T TAUGHT HIM HOW TO DEEPTHROAT YET? FUCK NAW MAN - STRAIGHT ON TO THE ADVANCE COURSE OF GAG-THE-FAG…” “TIME FOR SOME A.T.M. - ASS TO MOUTH - HOW’S THAT DICK TASTE?…” “YEAH HOW’S THAT HORSE DICK FEEL? YOU MY FILLY NOW - FILL YOU UP WITH SOME BABIES, LET YOU SHIT THAT NUTT OUT - FILL YOU AGAIN…” “YOU LIKE HOW THIS NICCA DICK CURVES UP AND HIT’S THAT CLIT? OH YOU WANT IT HARDER? FUCK YEAH!...” “YO GARRETT, WE CRASHING HERE TONIGHT BRO - THINK WE NEED TO KEEP THIS CUNT COKED UP AND KNOCKED UP...” “NO WE AIN’T GENTLE. BITCHES IN HEAT NEED TO GET KNOCKED UP ROUGH BY THE PREDATOR DICK…” “WE SHOULD TAKE YOU DOWN TO THE BOOKSTORES AND LET ALL THE NICCAS GANG RAPE THAT ASS. YOU LETTIN US PIMP YOU OUT? FUCK YEAH!...” “I AIN’T TIED A BITCH UP IN A LONG MINUTE. YO GARRETT? YOU STILL GOT YOUR BAG OF TRICKY SHIT?...” Garrett and his friends never did get to their card game as they said breeding me was all the spades they needed. Of course my friends were suspicious when I called to let them know I was crashing someplace else that night and were not happy when I just told them I was staying with a friend and that it was no one they knew. They believed I didn’t know anyone else in DC - how could I? I had just gotten here Saturday. Well the stress I felt after the call was immediately relieved as one BBC slammed back up my ass, another slammed down my throat, and Garrett stood to the side so I could stroke his troll dick. As the three men spent the night training me to be a sub slut for dirty, raw, dick, and exploring my body, I took in every lesson they taught me on how to take dick, suck dick, and please a true top who just wanted to fuck. None of this lovey dovey gay shit. This was just balls-to-the-wall hardcore sex with no strings. The more they fucked me, the more they talked about what crazy shit they wanted me to do and the more they laughed when without hesitation I said, “I’M IN. WHEN CAN WE DO IT?” Tuesday morning arrived with a tangle of man flesh and an insistent hard dick pushing through the caked cum in my hole to open me back up. The fuck fest had moved from the main floor of Garrett’s townhouse downstairs to a basement apartment, which he said he had rented out when he first bought the place, but now used it for the occasional guest, party, or storage needs. As soon as the morning load was dropped in my hole I scampered to the bathroom and let out a stream of rank piss then some cum farts and a tire’s worth of air. I came out as the two BBC were stretching and looking for a smoke or coke and their sweaty bodies, man funk, masculine ‘fuck-it-if-it-moves’ approach made my dick stiff and my ass hungry for more. That’s how Garrett found us when he came down the stairs carrying a tray of cups and a pot of warm coffee. While the two homeless guys helped themselves, Garrett slid into my raw ass and asked, “Which one of you two has already been digging around up in here this morning? Jesus - it’s my house. You could have at least offered me dibs.” They all laughed. As much as I wanted to just hang out and fuck, I was supposed to help my friend with some stuff at his place. Garrett walked me upstairs, helped me find my clothes, then handed me a small pill, “Here. Take this and drink plenty of water and juice and stuff today. It’ll ease the come down.” I wanted to thank him and to ask when I could see him again, but he was way ahead of me. “I’m planning to cook something up on the grill for dinner tonight. Maybe if you are not doing anything, you are welcome to come back by. Who knows, maybe your other new friends downstairs will be here, or maybe somebody else if you want that too.” I smiled, reached out and stroked his monster troll dick and replied, “I enjoy just hanging with you and talking and, well of course letting you fuck me. But am cool with whatever. Yeah I had a great time with them too so like I said, anything you want. I want to make sure I am ready for the Speed Breeding on Friday.” Garrett nodded, smiled, gave my ass a slap, and let me out the front door. I didn’t realize what assholes my ‘friends’ were until I got back to their house and received a lecture that included the word ‘ungrateful’ just because I was trying to have a life that did not include them after my own had gone to total hell. I bit my tongue, did the cleaning and other shit I had said I would do, and then showered, changed, and left before I said something I would regret. On the walk back to Garrett’s I was mumbling to myself, pissed at my ‘friends’, pissed at the world. “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” someone pleaded. The voice brought me out of my stupor and I stopped. There sitting on the curb of the sidewalk was a guy, tall and lanky and sort of hunched over. He was dressed in layers that were far too warm for the time of year and had a dusty, dark colored backpack beside him bulging with stuff. “Any change?” he asked again. My ass quivered. I flashed back to the night before to the two homeless BBC that had fucked me and I needed more. This guy was sexy, masculine, and looked like a good, hard fuck, but what do I say? I just shrugged and said, “Sorry man, but maybe later when I come back by if you’re around.” The guy gave me a ‘yeah I’ve heard that before’ look, but smiled and said, “Any change at all. I appreciate it,” and hunched back over. “What’s wrong?” Garrett asked when he answered the door. I just shook my head while he dried his hands on a dishtowel. I just met the guy. Last thing he needed was to hear my problems. Garrett smiled, “Come on into the kitchen. You can help me cut up stuff and prep. You cook much? Oh and there’s some coke on the counter there if you want some. That’ll make you feel better.” He was right. The cocaine and the pleasant company made me feel better in nothing flat. A little more coke, some more, and my ass was raring to go. While Garrett did say he could not fuck me until he got the ribs and stuff cooking, he did let me kneel on the floor and suckle on his big troll dick while he finished the prep. As I did, I imagined I was sucking the guy I saw on the street so I paused and asked, “How do you pick up guys off the street or in a park?” Garrett stepped back, “Damn! You had me right on the fucking edge. Was going to blast your throat. Turn the fuck around so I can spit fuck that ass.” I grunted as Garrett worked his dry, raw dick into my hole and fumbled with the bottle to snort more coke as he did. The burn in my nose, the drip in my throat, was matched by the burn and drip happening on my backside as Garrett started to fuck me hard and school me in the ways of picking up street trade. “Street dick is all about the nutt and the hustle. No street dude is looking for a love connection. Like my friends last night. It’s all about fucking rough, quick, raw, and making a little something for the hustle if they can. These guys rarely know where the next meal is coming from, where they will crash that night, if the cops are going to hassle them, or if anyone is going to show a little kindness and mercy and help them out. Yeah, cash is necessary, but so to is a warm smile, a human touch. Most of these guys aren’t out there by choice really. Sure, some are fucked up on drugs and shit, but they would choose having a home and family and being high rather than not having a home. You understand? Some guys you can just come right out and ask because they will be upfront about it. Usually they are the gay ones. The ones who might have been street sex workers when they were younger but now that they’re older, that shit’s harder to do cause everyone wants young trade. The straight ones, most will fuck ass just as quick as pussy. They got needs and wants too so if there is a chance to blow some cum in a warm hole, they’ll take it. Just start a conversation and ask what they’re up to or what’s going on. But, you need to offer them a little something. A few bucks, a couple of smokes, a sandwich, whatever. Then they’ll push you against a wall like this or bend you over in the alley - UGH - stick their dick in you like this - UGH - then fucking breed that ass deep like this! UGH UGH!!” With his dick still pumping spurts of hot man juice in my ass I asked, “OK, makes sense, but what if they get pissed or want to fight or something?” Garrett pumped his hips a few more times and told me, “Push your ass back and bend forward - fuck yeah like that - scraping that upper gut wall good. Fuck boy that is good ass.” Garrett pulled out of my ass, I quickly knelt down and licked him clean, then looked up, “I saw this guy a few blocks over on my way here. I really wanted to see if he wanted to fuck. But….” Garrett asked where, I told him, “Yeah he’s got a big old dick and he hustles. I know him from back in the day. Have not done anything with him in ages, but he’s got a little spot around the corner from where he asks for change that he takes men and women. So my buddies last night turned you onto the freak shit huh? Can’t be taught man, you are or you aren’t and you definitely ARE. That’s what I was talking about living. If you want to fuck - fuck. What’s the worst that can happen really? The guy says no. Just be smart about it. Have a plan in mind if you need to run and also never ask a street dude if he wants to fuck when other folks are around. Even the old street trade guys keep their shit on the DL - you know Down Low.” The ribs were on the grill for a slow smoke that Garrett said would take a few hours. “I need to go to the Fire Place bar down on P Street to work out some final plans for Friday’s party with one of the guys who’s in charge of setting shit up. Want to come along?” I declined. My friends had mentioned that place for cheap happy hours so I knew they might be there and I really didn’t want to see them. Garret nodded in understanding, handed me a $10, a bottle of coke, and a few paper towels. “Here, go back up to the corner. He’ll still be there and when I get back, I expect to find your ass full of his cum. Just show him the bill and ask him if he’s got a few minutes. He’ll know what you mean. I’ll leave the back door unlocked so just come in that way when you get back and oh, I may bring some folks back with me too. There’s a couple of fresh, young guys there who just started working the streets. I know their pimp and he owes me and may bring him along too. I think he would like you.” OK, all that just fucking blew my mind I had to laugh wondering what my friends would say if they had just heard that conversation or knew what I was planning to do next. I held the bottle up to the light and eyed the shadow line of cocaine inside. I twisted the black cap, tapped a line out onto the edge of my hand and snorted - and repeated. Garrett was right. Walking up the sidewalk I was nervous as hell, but as I looked, I could see the guy on the corner was not just slumped over. He was scanning the folks on the street, both sides, coming and going, far more aware of what was going on than I suspect anyone else was. I palmed the brown bottle in my pocket and eased out the $10. I paused then paced my approach to try to ensure I timed it when I saw no one else coming the opposite way. I stopped to his right, asked if he remembered me, and before he could answer I flashed the $10 and asked if he had a minute. Well it was barely a minute later before I found myself pressed into a corner between an overgrown part of a yard and high, brick wall and the corners of an old carriage house and run down apartment building. The homeless guy had dropped his pants, grabbed my shoulders, and rape fucked my ass dry, rough, and exactly how I needed it. The only thing he said was, “Shhh,” when I grunted a little loud. His dick was nice and long and not as thick as Garrett’s. I could literally feel it when he shot in me and then he pulled out, stepped back, wiped his dribbling dick head on the inside of his pants, and walked back out of the alley. I pulled my shorts up and looked left and right as I came out. At the corner a now familiar voice asked, “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” I smiled and replied, “Not today Sir, but maybe tomorrow.” Back at Garrett’s house I could not help but jack my dick, thinking about the homeless dick that had just nutted in me. I was leaning back on the couch, jacking hard, my eyes closed when I heard the back door and voices. I quit what I was doing, yanked my shorts up, and went to the kitchen, all the while willing my still hard dick to soften. Garrett eyed me, smiled, nodded clearly knowing I had been successful, then introduced me to his guests. “Guys. This is my new friend I was telling you about. He just moved to DC and who will be one of the featured bottoms in the Speed Breeding area at Friday’s party.” The younger guy looked to be about 19 or 20, clean shaven, very preppy looking. The older guy was much taller, with twisted braids and a part in the middle, mustache, with an extra large white/tan plaid shirt on and looked totally like the tall dude from the group Bone Thugs N Harmony. “You two go into the living room and give us a minute. We’ve got a few things to discuss,” Garrett said. In the living room the younger guy pointed at one of the bottles of cocaine on the table, “May I?” he asked. A big snort later and he held out his hand, “Call me Kip. My mom was a fan of Rudyard Kipling - you know the author?” That was the extent of our conversation. We just didn’t click - at all. The tall man walked in, looked at Kip, “Ain’t you got someplace to be youngin?” he asked. Kip scrambled like Godzilla was on the loose. The tall man walked over, sat down on the couch beside me, his arms across the top, his legs splayed wide like he fucking owned the place. “Yo, set me up for some of the powder. My man’s always got the primo shit.” I opened the brown bottle and flinched as he set his hand between my shoulder blades then, “HMMMed,” as he ran his fingers down my spine to where my crack was peeking out the top of my shorts. He leaned forward, cleared 4 lines, then motioned for me to lay out more. I did, then he motioned for me to snort them. I did. “Suck my motha-fuckin dick!” the tall man ordered. I looked towards the kitchen to see where Garrett was. SMACK! The tall man cuffed my head. “Why you not doing what I say? Huh? I said suck it.” I got on the floor between his knees, unzipped his pants, he raised his hips off the couch and let me slide his pants down around his ankles, then I inhaled the sweat from his balls and started to spit up his shaft. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t moan. Nothing. I was afraid to stop. “Bend the fuck over!” he said. I stood up. There was really no place to bend over so I edged a bit further down the couch. He stood up, kicking the coffee table back, making room for his massive mandingo dick. He ran his fingers down my spine again, found my hole, jammed three in deep as he could, scratched it up, pulled them out, grabbed my hips and slammed his dick home. Even full of homeless cum it hurt. “I ONLY FUCK WHORES - YOU A WHORE? YEAH YOU MUST BE. I SMELL THAT SOME DIRTY NICCA’S BEEN UP ON YOU. SMELL THAT PUSSY FULL OF DIRTY NICCA NUTT. YEAH MY MAN WAS RIGHT. THAT PUSSY MADE FOR A DICK LIKE MINE. YOU JUST LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS CLIMB UP IN THAT SHIT AND NUTT? EVEN WITH AIDS AND ALL THAT? YOU EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TOMORROW THEN. A TOTAL BUSSY WITH NO SELF RESPECT WHO WILL LET A WHOLE GROUP OF DIRTY NICCA USE THAT TWEAKER ASS. BUT DON’T WORRY. C.O.’S GOT YOU.” I was using some of the paper towels from my short’s pocket to wipe the chunks of spooge off the back my thigh when Garrett walked in smiling. “See - I knew you two would get along.” Turning to me he said, “Look. I know you didn’t say it, but clearly things are fucked up where you’re staying at. Look around. I got space. You’re welcome to stay here. Really. You’d even be doing me a favor as I would appreciate someone who could help run errands and clean and stuff. No. No. I’m not asking for rent. I know you don’t have a job yet. That’s what I’m saying. You can work for me. Hell you should see my office upstairs. Trust me I need the help. Even better, you can have the basement apartment. Come and go as you please, but of course I hope you know I do enjoy fucking that ass so while not required for this to work…” The tall man coughed, swallowed the cocaine drip, “Fuck he’ll take it. Can we get on now?” Garrett laughed, “You have not been formally introduced, but this is C.O. - he grew up in Cleveland, Ohio - so C.O.” Another snort and swallow from the tall man. “C.O. will drive you to your friends’ house right now. You can pick up your things and by the time you get back the ribs should be ready and then we can get you set up. How’s that sound?” I looked at Garret with total appreciation, thanks, and a silent promise to let him breed my ass all fucking night long. “How’s that bussy feel?” C.O. asked as we drove the dozen blocks or so to my friends’ house. I looked at C.O as he flicked the ash from his cigarette out the cracked window on the driver’s side. I eyed his tall, rugged form, leaning back in the driver’s seat and imagined him fucking me again as I stared at his crotch area. “Eyes up here whore - eyes up here! He chuckled. “Now which fucking place is it?” Cars behind us were honking as C.O. slowly made his way down the one-way street and double parked close to the townhouse I pointed too. He flipped off the car behind us when he got out, sauntered over to the sidewalk, tossed his still lit cigarette into the bushes, ambled down the steps and banged on the door to the basement unit. Yeah my friends lived in a fucking basement unit. It was nice, really nice, in a huge townhouse in one of the best neighborhoods, but it was still the God damn basement. Fucking uppity queens! They acted like they lived in Buckingham Palace for Christ’s sake! We could hear someone on the other side of the door and C.O. yelled, “OPEN THE FUCK UP! YO BOY’S HERE TO GET HIS SHIT!” He then turned to me with an utter look of confusion like he couldn’t understand why two uptight white dudes would not open their door for him. I stepped up, looked at the peephole and said, “It’s me. I just came to get some things.” The chain eased back, the deadbolt turned, the door opened just a crack so my friends could see it was me. C.O. pushed past me and in a few hectic, loud, chaotic minutes I explained I was moving out, that this was a friend, no I was not being robbed, no they were not being robbed, that yes I was OK, thanks for all they had done, OK see you later. Bye. The car was set into park as C.O. pulled up in front of Garrett’s house. He looked at me and said, “Yo. My man’s good people. He helps folks out. I don’t know you, but trust - if you fuck him over I will hunt you the fuck down. We clear?” I nodded. C.O. smiled, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” I gave C.O. a dismissive grunt, pulled my suitcase out of the trunk and slammed it. I walked up the steps, turned, and saw the rough thug glaring at me from the driver’s side window. I forked my fingers on my right hand, pointed at my face and said, “EYES UP HERE FUCKER. AND DON’T BE LATE TOMORROW. IF YOU WANT THIS BUSSY, YOU BEST BE ON TIME.” C.O.’s chuckle echoed between the brick walls as I made my way inside my new home. Tomorrow would be another day of training, preparing me for the Speed Breeding that would happen Friday. I couldn’t fucking wait! Stay tuned for part 3. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)