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This all happened some time ago now - in the mid 2000s when I was still together with my partner. I was down on the south coast of England for a two day professional conference which was taking place in Brighton. I had been a few times before and it was generally quite a good conference. In the evening of the first day there was a meal and networking/social event which I was not so keen on, and I decided if I got the chance I would duck out of the evening event and go and have some fun somewhere. Shortly after I arrived at the conference I ran into a former colleague. Andy and I had worked together for nine months about three years earlier, when he had joined the company I was with to cover a colleague's maternity leave. Andy and I had got on very well and had found we had a lot in common. He was quite straight acting and I had initially been surprised to learn he was gay and lived with his partner. We had worked late together a few times, and one thing had led to another. Andy had confessed that he was a bit bored in his relationship - his partner was exclusively a bottom and, although this suited Andy most of the time, he did like to get fucked now and then. I also got the impression that Andy found his partner a bit unadventurous - he told me his partner didn't like rimming him and he missed that. Andy and I had been flirting for some time and one night we were left on our own in the office and one thing led to another. Within minutes of our last colleague leaving the building, Andy and I were kissing hard. I could feel his cock pushing against his trousers as we kissed and I wasted no time in unzipping his work trousers and pulling them down to his knees along with his pants. Andy had a nice big cock and I took it into my mouth and began to suck him. He sighed and took my head in his hands gently as I sucked him. "Oh fuck, that feels so good!" he moaned as I continued to suck him. A few minutes later, Andy was bent over the desk, his pants and trousers down and his arse in the air and I was pulling his cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right into his arsehole. He moaned as I rimmed him and then he turned round and I sucked him again. He told me then how much he wanted me to fuck him and asked me if I had a condom. I told him I had some lube but didn't have any condoms. I tried hinting that I might be up for doing it without a condom but Andy was clear - he wouldn't cheat on his boyfriend and not use a condom. In the end, I sucked him off and fingered his arse and as I pushed my finger right up him, he shot a massive load of cum into my mouth. Andy grinned at me as we both pulled up our pants. "I'm definitely bringing a condom next time!" The next time we were alone in the office I fucked him. At his request, I used a condom and after that we fucked regularly during the rest of his time with us. Mostly we stayed late and fucked in the office, and when this wasn't possible, we fucked in some woods near the office. Although I was now starting to fuck bare more and more, Andy and I always used condoms. I hadn't seen Andy for a few years when we met up at the conference and soon we were having lunch together and catching up. Andy was still with his partner and said he was quite happy. I got the impression that he was still a bit bored sexually though and a little later he suggested that we both ditch the social event in the evening and maybe go for a drink and something to eat and "maybe spend some time together." I guessed that meant that Andy might be up for some fun and I was definitely up for that. I was mostly fucking bareback now and and I wondered if there was any chance of getting Andy to let me fuck him without a condom. I didn't think it likely, but I always think there's no harm in trying! That evening, Andy and I went to a gay bar with a terrace which looked on to the sea. They served food and soon we were enjoying a good meal and catching up properly. Andy was on good form and once again I was enjoying his company. A little later I noticed we were getting cruised by a couple of guys at the next table. They both looked to be in their mid 30s and both looked quite fit. One was dark haired and quite stocky and the other was a skinhead. Andy had noticed them too and commented on it with a grin, saying if he got the chance he would spread his legs for the skinhead guy. I grinned at him. Andy had had a few drinks by now and his tongue was somewhat loosened. He suggested inviting the two guys over and I told him to go for it. The two guys joined us and proved to be good company. The dark haired stocky guy was called Aiden and the other guy was Sam. After a few more drinks the talk turned to sex. They had asked us if we were a couple and we had said no, just colleagues and then they asked us if we had ever had fun together and we admitted that we had. They told us they were just friends and were out tonight looking for some fun. Andy was flirting heavily with the skinhead guy and I could see the evening might end up with him pairing up with Sam and me with Aiden. To tell the truth, I was really excited by Aiden and I had every intention of letting him fuck me bareback if he wanted me to. After another round of drinks, our talk became more explicit. Aiden said that the two of them liked to go bareback and asked us if we were up for that. To my surprise Andy said "Fuck, yeah!" without hesitation. Aiden looked at me and I nodded "Me too!" I said. The two guys looked at each other and Aiden said "So, you like it risky?" Again it was Andy who said yes first. Aiden and Sam exchanged glances and then Aiden leaned forward and said "Just how risky do you like it?" "What do you mean?" I asked, cautiously. Aiden and Sam exchanged another glance and then they told us. One of them was negative and recently tested, and the other was HIV positive and not on any meds. The one who was positive and not on meds had a viral load that had "gone through the roof." And they weren't going to tell us which was which. I was shocked and I could tell Andy was too. But I was also turned on - more turned on than I had been for a long time. Aiden and Sam said they would go for some drinks and leave us alone for a moment. It was Andy who spoke first. "I'm so fucking hard!" he said "So fucking hard!" He pulled back from the table for a moment and I could see his cock sticking right up in his trousers. I told him I was hard too. "I want to do it." he said "I really want to do it!" I swallowed "So do !!" When Aiden and Sam came back, we told them it was game on. I didn't quite know what to think. I had fucked bareback quite a bit over the years and I knew the risks, but I can honestly say until that moment I had never knowingly chased . Now I couldn't wait to get my pants off and take what might be a high viral load up my arse! I was more turned on than I had ever been - not just at the thought of what I was about to do, but at the thought that Andy, who had always been so adamant about safe sex, was going to do it too! We finished our drinks and made our way back to the hotel where both Andy and I were staying and soon we had all piled into my room. This was an added turn on - I had assumed that Aiden and I would use my room and Andy and Sam would use Andy's room. I was now more turned on than ever! Aiden and Sam were in control now. They both got their cocks out and told us to suck them. Andy and I both obeyed and it was a real turn on to see Andy sucking Sam's cock as I took Aiden's into my mouth and began to suck him. After we had sucked them for a while, they both knelt up on the bed and told us to lick their arses. Aiden had a really fit arse, firm and hairy and I wasted no time in getting my tongue right up his hairy hole. He moaned and I pushed my tongue as far up him as I could. From the sounds Sam was making, I could tell that Andy was making a good job of licking out his hole too. After a while, they told us to strip off and then told us to bend over the bed and let them see our holes. I was hard as a rock as we both bent over and pulled our cheeks apart, exposing our arseholes to the two guys - and I could see that Andy was too. I couldn't wait to see Andy take it bareback and for him to see me taking it too! A short time later I got what I wanted - I was kneeling up on the bed and Aiden was pushing his big, thick cock up my unprotected arse. I heard a groan from Andy and looked over to where he too was kneeling on the bed taking a big bare cock up his arse. I was so fucking turned on! The two guys began to fuck and I can honestly say I could not remember when I had enjoyed a fuck so much. I had a perfect view of Andy, who was on his back now, being fucked by Sam's big, thick cock and he was moaning "Fuck me, oh fuck me, please fuck me!" as Sam began to fuck him harder. They fucked us for what seemed like a long time and I could tell they were both getting close. It would soon be too late for either Andy or I to change our minds - but I had no intention of changing my mind and it didn't look like Andy had either. He was begging Sam to breed him telling him how much he wanted it. "Do you want it too?" asked Aiden as he continued to thrust hard up my arse. "Yes!" I moaned "I want it too!" A short time later I got it! It was one of these times when I could actually feel the cum pumping into my arse - and the knowledge that it might be highly toxic cum just seemed to make the whole experience even hornier! Andy was now also being bred and was almost crying as he told Sam how much he wanted it and how much he deserved it. I didn't think things could get any hornier as Aiden pulled out of my arse, but he motioned to me to lie on my back and then he lifted my legs up and I felt his big hard cock push up my arse again. Sam was still inside Andy and he began to thrust his cock into Andy's arse, slowly at first and then a little bit harder. We were both being fucked again! This time they fucked Andy and I side by side, both on our backs with our legs in the air, both cheating on our partners and both knowing that we might already be infected with HIV! When they had both dumped another load up us, Aiden and Sam got dressed and left Andy and I lying on the bed, covered in sweat and cum, both our arseholes wrecked! The next morning Andy and I were both back at the conference - smartly dressed and looking professional as ever. As I sat next to Andy listening to the conference speakers, I was still incredibly turned on by what we had done and even more turned on by the knowledge that either Andy was going home to his partner with a special gift up his arse, or I was!

My boy and I were invited to my parents' house for Thanksgiving. They've always been strange around us together, and I thought why not give them one last chance. We flew to my parents' city a few days before Turkey Day to relax, and see some old friends. My mom and dad were both at work the day before Thanksgiving, so my boy and I fucked like animals all over the house, our room, in my parents' bed, the kitchen, and I even fucked him raw over the dining room table. We've been sharing our assholes with a few friends, POZ, and POZ-friendly, for a few months now, and haven't been tested, and we totally get off on the chance that we might POZ each other. Anyway, as I was shooting my questionable load up my boy's ever-loosening hole, he shot his load all over my mother's antique tablecloth. I was mopping up his spooge when he suggested we try to line up some more raw cock for each other to enjoy. I remembered an adult book store on the other side of town, where I used to give head when I was in my teens. I had a naughty idea, and fingered his possibly-POZ load into my hole with two fingers and told him about some raunchy times I had at this bookstore growing up. We ran back to our room, donned black jockstraps, got dressed, and jumped in the car. I thought it might be jumping at the bookstore, with all of the college kids home for the holidays, not to mention the Navy base nearby, but it was oddly quiet. No cars in the parking lot, only the booth attendant, who had been there forever. I wondered if he remembered shooting his load down my throat through a glory hole when I was in High School. I did. With our holes lubed with each other's cum, we went into neighboring booths and sucked each other through the hole. After a while someone finally entered the booth on the other side of my boy. Some guy stuck his cut wang through the gloryhole. My boy went to town on it, deepthroating this massive cock in one thrust. He was making gagging noises for the other guy's benefit, and with the way he was thrusting, he seemed to enjoy it, grunting and panting. I wanted a closer look, so I opened my door, and headed into the booth with my boy. The john in the next booth shot a big wet load all over my boy's face and he swallowed as much of it as he could catch, wiping the rest off with his hand and fingering the rest of it into his gooey hole. Then, the guy lowered his face to the hole, so we could see his mustache and mouth. He whispered, “Feed me your cock. I haven't sucked dick in forever!” My boy, with his hard dripping tool, stood up and shoved as hard as he could into his new friend's mouth. This guy must have been a total amateur, and had trouble swallowing more than just my boy's head. My boy can be patient, but not when he wants to get off. He said, “Dude, this isn't working for me. Give me your hole.” There were a few moments of silence, then the guy shuffled around for a second, thrust a wrapped condom through the hole, and backed up his sweaty hairy ass. My boy chuckled, and made a noisy show of unwrapping the rubber and rolling into onto his dick. I was so horny. I'd never seen my boy top in all of the years we'd been together. I'd seen him take dozens of cocks in his hungry hole, but never top. He was grinning ear to ear, and must have been really close to getting off, if he was willing to wrap up for it. In fact, it would be the first time in months that either one of us had used a condom. I looked at him and whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?” He just winked back at me. He spit on the his wrapped cock a few times, and shoved his dick balls-deep into his new friend in one fell swoop. The guy must have not been ready to take dick as much as he was squirming, and grunting on the other side of the wall. There was also a bit of shit stuck to the condom as he pulled out. He thrust back and forth a few times, and whispered, “Dude, I can't keep it up with this fucking rubber. I'm taking it off, but I'll pull out before I cum.” Another wink. He ripped off the condom, and wiped some of the cum out of his hole onto his raw, possibly POZ dick, and shoved back in all the way. Once they got a good rhythm going, this slutty bottom started in on the dirty talk. “Oh yeah! Gimme your raw cock. Fill me up with your spunk! Give me your babies!!!” That got me harder than a rock, so I lined up with my boy's cummy drippy hole, and slid right in when he pulled back from his new friend's raw hole. We barely missed a beat, and I let my boy do all the work, bouncing off my dick as he fucked this stranger through the hole. He whispered, “Dude, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?” “Deep in my cunt!,” we heard a raspy voice reply. “Here is cums! Take my load!!!” He thrust forward four or five times and shot his load deep in this stranger's guts, letting it seep in. I came immediately, and filled my boy's hole again, well lubed with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and this stranger's cum. My boy shuddered as his new friend went to work cleaning the cum and shit off of my boy's sloppy cock. I was so proud of him for topping, and so proud of him for being so sneaky to get his load in this guy. A few seconds later, the guy on the other side of the wall shoved a folded piece of paper with a number on it, with a note saying, “Call me. Next time we can fuck face to face.” Then the phone number. We heard the guy zip up and his booth open. I peeked out as he was leaving, and saw a man about my height, walking away quickly. The next morning, after breakfast on Thanksgiving Day, sitting next to me on the sofa, as we watched the goddamn parade with my parents, my boy wrote a text message to this guy's number saying, “My hole is hungry. Can you get away from your family?” He showed me his phone, winked in that filthy way of his, and clicked send. Imagine my shock when a few seconds later my Dad's work Blackberry went off. Had he not looked so flustered, then quickly left the of the room, I wouldn't have suspected a thing. A minute or so later my boy's phone vibrated with a response. “I NEED your cum. My gay son is here with his boyfriend. Should I try to arrange a four way?” My boy turned tomato red and handed me his phone. My Dad came back in the room as a I typed a response and clicked send. It read. “Dad, it will be a three-way. And you may get POZZED. Again.”

Thomas and Roger were the next two gentlemen who entered the room. Both of their cocks weren't very big but looks can be deceiving. They both stood in front of me while I would suck one cock and jerk off the other. I repeated this process for a while before Thomas laid on the floor and had me mount his cock. Just when I got his cock all the way in me Roger pushed me slightly forward and then slid his cock into my pussy along with Thomas'. With Roger sliding his cock in my pussy I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate both cocks. It hurt to be stretched out but I knew I didn't have a say in the matter. Once Roger had his cock in all the way both gentlemen stayed still for a couple of minutes while my pussy adjusted to it's new position. With me being a little over 5 feet tall and each of these gentlemen being well over 6 feet tall I was in perfect position for them to start fucking my pussy in unison. The feeling of having two cocks sliding in and out of my pussy in unison was pure bliss. My little clitty was soon spurting out cum onto Thomas' stomach. Thomas had sores everywhere and I started licking as many as I could while being fucked. The blood on my lips had dried up so I begged Thomas to slap me to get my lips bleeding again. He happily obliged and soon my lips were cut open again. With my new cuts I continued licking Thomas' sores. With their cocks rubbing together in my pussy both men didn't last too long. After about 10 minutes of fucking my pussy Roger said he was about to cum. As soon as he started Thomas soon started cuming right after. Feeling one load of cum erupting in my pussy is one thing. But 2 cocks at the same time is out of this world. These men gave me so much cum that I could hear the slurping noises coming from my pussy. Once Roger went soft he slipped his cock from my pussy. But Thomas stayed hard. He started thrusting his hips hard into my pussy. Roger came around in front of me and started fucking my mouth at the same time and it wasn't long before he was hard again. Roger must have read my mind because he took his cock from my mouth and rammed it back into my pussy along with Thomas's cock. Fuck I was loving being double penetrated. I was moaning so loud it drew my Mom's attention. As I'm getting my pussy fucked hard by both of these cocks she entered the room and just watched her son being a dirty whore for these men. Everyone knew she was my mom so it didn't surprise anyone. She was encouraging both men to fuck me like the dirty nasty whore I was becoming. Both men obliged and really started fucking me much harder and making my pussy so fucking sore. It wasn't long before both men were coming again in my pussy. Thomas came first followed by Roger. I don't know where these gentlemen had the energy to fuck me like they did in their condition but I loved it. As each of their cocks went soft and they pulled out of me they both collapsed. Mom rushed me out really quickly while they attended to them. I was led to a private room away from everyone. 30 minutes later Mom came in and told me they both passed away. I was saddened by hearing this. She comforted me and told me that it was their wish to go out like that. She said she was proud of me for making their last few minutes on earth enjoyable for both. She said while they are taking care of cleaning up the area this room would be my new play area. She said that I still had more men to satisfy. I confessed to Mommy that each of them had cum twice in my pussy and both times I it was from double penetration. She kissed me on my forehead and said that's good to know because the next two men coming are thicker than any cocks you have had so far. My clitty got excited and squirted in front of my Mommy. She just laughed and as she was walking out the door she said Goddamn you are such a dirty little faggot.

[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.

I don’t view piss or spit as degrading. Instead, it’s just fluid exchange. And as such, it’s hot.

Anyone who has read my posts on ass play knows that I am addicted to eating ass. And I can’t believe I forgot to mention that in my previous reply. I only use the Collins speculum. I’m afraid to use the others, with the hand handle, as my hands usually are very greasy. When the speculum is opened wide, I like to move my mouth over the opening. And then extend my tongue deep inside and use the tip of my tongue to lick the exposed ass walls. That will hit nerve endings and creates sensations he never knew he had.

So this past weekend, I stopped at Adult Bookstore on the way home from a party...it was about 1am and the parking lot was full of pervert's cars..YES! I barely got my fucking truck parked and already had to adjust my hog in my jeans cause I was hard as a rock! Went into the booths and, right away, noticed a line for a booth in the back. So I ask this bro leaving what gives? He responded saying that a MF couple was playing in the adjoining booth and she's giving pussy through the gloryhole! Well as I got closer the last guy in line was a young good looking cowboy...tall, 6'2, white bro, with the brown curly mullet hair sticking out from back of his baseball cap....and if his Levi's, with a rodeo belt buckle,got any tighter his bubble butt would pop! So I struck up a conversation with him as I got in line...not so much for the pussy but, since I'm behind this cowboy, I just might get to see him fuck pussy through the gloryhole. The booth was the type with no doors as you walked in and made a turn into the booth. So once we got up to the booth, the dude in front of the cowboy, didn't take two seconds to bust and so the cowboy slid fast into the booth and I was right behind him to " guard the door!" This stud was in heaven as he licked her tit through the hole and then proceeded to drop his jeans with "clink" heard from beltbuckle hitting the floor that echoed through the entire store. He took that anaconda of a dick and stuck it right into the hole! He turned his head as he rested against the wall and said that she was giving him head...well that was my indication that we had bro bonded and I slapped that bubblebutt and said alright Hoss! He started to slowly grind his hips, closed his eyes, and moaned. I moved closer and asked if that bj was good then rested my hand on his lower back...the guy was in Nirvana ...said it was the best...I slowly started rubbing his slowly moving bubblebutt and he said fuck yes...I wasn't sure if he was talking about me or the chick...but it was apparent he was having a good time...after a few minutes, I whispered in his ear that he had a hot ass..I loved rubbing it....the bro gave the typical straight bro response, that he never had a guy play with his butt and as long as the chick was playing with him on the other side..he didn't mind my attention. He made clear he wasn't gay and didn't want his ass fucked...I told him I totally understood! When he finally moaned that he was fucking her, I squatted behind that huge mound of ass and pulled those beautiful buns apart! It was like a river of beautiful butt hair and I immediately zoned onto that asshole and begun to eat it out! Smelled like soap and tasted great! He was so into getting the nut...he moaned louder when I reached between his legs and held his tight ballsack...this stud was gonna blow for sure! A minute later, as I worked in tandem with the anonymous chick in getting this guy off, he blew his bare load into her cunt and his hole tightened around my mouth and tongue. I didn't stop holding his balls until he pulled out of the gloryhole! He turned to pull his pants up and I quickly asked if I could clean his dick off..he laughed, put his hands on his hips and said have at it! I went down on that dick and cleaned and sucked like my life depended on it! After he got to sensitive for it, he started laughing! I was smiling in bliss and said I didn't see this happening tonight. He responded that he didn't either...he had read on some swinger app or site that this MF couple was gonna be here and thought if he was lucky he'd get pussy but, he never thought he'd get ass eaten out! He loved it and he didn't even care if was a guy! I laughed and said that what goes on in the ABS, stays at the ABS! After we walked outta the booth..we bumbed knuckles and told each other to take care...so what about my nut? Well, I ran right into the MF couple coming out of the booth....I said fuck yeah! Yall rocking it tonight! This beautiful chick asked if I played with her in the booth...I said no but, I helped her get a cowboy off! Her eyes lit up and she said you where the one in the booth with guy that had the huge BWC! I said that was me! She responded that she knew he wasn't alone and saw my hand holding his nutsack as he pulled back from the gloryhole after he had cummed in her. But only could see his ass after he turned. I proceeded to tell her what happened and she loved it. She winked at her male companion and introduced him as her husband. 6'5, football quarterback build, with pecs from hell! As I said hello, she left and he immediately said that he needed to get off and did I mind helping him out and that she didn't mind at all. He loved watching get fucked in the booths and it was traditional for him to get head from guy! We found a booth! I blew that guy , once again like my life depended on it, and swallowed that load. He immediately dropped and swallowed my dick! I can tell you it was some of the best head! As I started to cum, I opened my eyes and his wife was standing there just watching and smiling. After we were done she slid me a card with their names and phone numbers. They said they owned a gym and when they told me that, I grabbed his right pec and squeezed! Saying that explains the these pecs! She said well we can tell you work out too...then offered me a job as a personal trainer and invited me to play with them or him again!

Drew ran a website promoting Christian values. Amongst those sections most perused was on the issue of homosexuality. There was one contributer in particular, called Bruce, who frequently attacked the traditional line and admitted to being a practising and prolific gay man. Over the time he'd been contributing to the forum, Drew felt he was slowly wearing Bruce down. Bruce was online again and was more forthright than normal with comments like “how do you know unless you've tried it” and so on. But Drew wasn't able to stay long chatting to him as he had to go out to get some tickets for the Edinburgh Festival “Oh, that's a shame”, said Bruce, “so you're an Edinburgh resident like me?” and Bruce slyly thought of a devilish plan to trap Drew. “I live in the city maybe you could come over to discuss matters further in person?” Drew naively agreed to his proposition and then headed out to get his tickets. Drew arrived at Bruce's studio flat at the appointed time to discuss matters with him for the next hour. Bruce was partially erect in anticipation of what he had planned to do to dupe Drew into full blown intercourse with him. It didn't show, however, he didn't want to put Drew off before his plan was fully implemented. Bruce welcomed him in to his den. After some pleasantries, Drew and Bruce began debating over some coffee. Again, Bruce maintained you can't criticise unless you've tried it. Drew countered with examples of acts that shouldn't be done come what may. So the debating continued with Drew's coffee getting cold. Drew pointed out the dangers of promiscuous sex: “think of the diseases you can catch!” Bruce heartily agreed with that statement. Drew once again thought he was getting somewhere with him. He wondered if he could replace this half drunk cup of now cold coffee with a fresh one. Bruce offered to do a proper filter coffee for him. He was now ready to enact his plan. He percolated a full jug of coffee, far too much for the two of them. He depressed the plunger. Drew was surprised that Bruce didn't have one of the new coffee-makers. But Bruce replied how he loved plunging. When Drew was not looking Bruce unscrewed the top of the filter jug sufficiently that when it was poured it was bound to let all the contents spill out. He brought the coffee and milk jugs over and offered to pour some fresh coffee for Drew. Indeed as he did so, the top came off and plenty of coffee spilled over Drew's lap and top. Bruce apologised profusely and urgently suggested Drew took his clothes off so he could wash the coffee out on a quick wash before it stained and then he encouraged him to take a quick shower whilst they were being washed. Drew concurred and rushed into the shower, stripping off all his clothes, including his wet boxers and leaving them by the shower-room door. Drew discovered the lock wasn't working, to which Bruce apologised again that he hadn't got round to fixing it. Which wasn't true he had “fixed” it shortly before Drew's arrival. After grabbing Drew's clothes and flinging them in the washing machine, he stripped and put his own clothes in there too, He grabbed a fresh, clean towel and headed back into the shower-room. “I've brought you a fresh towel” he said and Drew thanked him. Drew was now standing in a small bathtub in the section designed for a power shower and was enjoying the invigorating spurt of the water on him, Bruce was enjoying the view of his firm buttocks and was thinking of giving him his own invigorating spurt. He stepped into the tub and gave Drew a stinging slap on his inviting cheeks. Drew said in horror “What are you doing, get out of here!” He feared to turn round which would expose himself further to Bruce's gaze. But that only gave Bruce the time to squirt cleaning lotion on his hands ready to insert a finger up Drew's bottom. “Get off! Stop that now! Get out!” Drew responded in a feeble and shocked manner to what Bruce was doing to him. Drew felt Bruce's oily fingers sliding between the cheeks of his arse into his virginal rectum. "Stop please," Drew gasped. "I'm not gay. I'm straight. Please stop doing this." His long thin fingers were probing Drew's bottom now with a purposeful urgency. He continued as Drew felt two, three, then four fingers plunging in and out of him. What happened next shocked Drew even more, he felt his cock begin to stiffen and rise. He tried to will it down. But the feeling of those fingers in his bottom and the idea of being played with like this was turning him on. Drew began breathing harder, his cock was now rock hard and pointing upwards. "Oh God!" Drew gasped. His untouched cock began spitting out long ropes of cum. He had never cum like this ever before in his life. His cock began twitching with the final spasms. He could feel Bruce as his fingers wiggled inside his prostate to coax the last drops of spunk from Drew's aching balls. “You've just cum, now it's my turn!” Bruce exclaimed as he squirted lotion on his thick shaft and forcefully entered Drew from behind.” Drew screamed in pain and horror. “Please stop! No, no, no” was his refrain as Bruce kept slamming his cock further and further inside him.” “I do love to plunge” Bruce commented as he further violated Drew's innards. “No, No, No” Drew was continuing to say with every plunge. But again, Drew found his attitude changing and after about a minute of this pounding, he found himself aroused by this deep fucking and he started to cry out “Yes, yes, yes!” As Drew started to enjoy this thrusting more and more, he confessed to Bruce “You are right I shouldn't have criticised until I'd tried it myself.” That was all the trigger Bruce needed to go for broke, fucking Drew raw harder and faster. As he pumped his toxic seed deep within Drew's insides, Bruce too confessed “Yes, and you were right about the diseases you can catch!”

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

Chapter 6 – In Me Again Chapters 1 through 5 tell about a role-play that I got into with Doug, who is a long-term buddy. He wanted me to be his slave for the day. So far, I cleaned some of his place; then he fisted me, then another guy fisted me, then he fucked me with a huge dildo on his St Andrews cross. I’ve been fisting him, but now he has me back in the sling, ready to shove the very long Slink dildo into my ass. “Before I shove this in you, we need to smoke some more.” I moved to get out of the sling when Doug pushed me back. “I’ll take care of it this time,” he growled. “I’m about to abuse your ass, so it’s the least I can do.” Man, he knew how to get me hot and bothered. He walked over to get the pipe and torch. He knows I like to see him naked, and he milked that walk for all that it was worth. He swayed his hairy ass as he walked and, when he got to the table where the equipment was, made sure that his ass was opened up when he bent forward. He needed to load up the bowl again, so he did that and then walked over with everything we needed. Doug lit the torch and melted the T into a nice, dense smoke. He held the pipe to my mouth and told me that he would tell me when I could stop pulling on it. I sucked on that glass cock for quite a while before he told me to stop. My head was already spinning, but now the T was hitting. I exhaled a big cloud all over his cock. He loves when I do that to his cock or hole, and I knew that would get a reaction out of him. He smiled down at me and said, “The next one is for you, too.” I pulled in another huge cloud and blew it down my body. Doug took a few hits and fed me a bit more, too, before walking the pipe back to the table. He really wanted me to see and appreciate his hot ass, and I did. Doug lubed up a nice butt plug when he came back. He handed it to me and told me to shove it up his ass. He bent over near me, and I inserted the plug into his ass, twisting it around for good measure. When he was plugged, he sat on the stool and started to lube up the Slink for my ass. Once Doug had the dildo well lubricated, he stuck the tip into my hole. This toy is deceiving. It starts out small and quickly grows thicker. On top of that, the length is a huge challenge. This is designed to go through your second sphincter and well into your colon. If Doug wanted me to take it all, I would give it my best effort, but this might be a time when I need to invoke pomegranate (our safe word). Slither, slither, slither. It was going in pretty easily. But then we got to that bend that marks the entrance to my colon. Doug had to pull back and retry a few times, but then he found the magic spot, and the tip of the Slink slunk into my bowels. At this point, it didn’t feel all that amazing or bizarre to have the toy so deep inside me. My ass had been deeply penetrated several times already today, and this really didn’t feel much different. If anything, it felt less than having a few fingers in there. It turns out that this happened because the tip is thin. It easily glides through your channels and makes it way deeper and deeper inside you. But, all the while, it is dragging the rest of the toy behind it, and the rest of the toy keeps getting thicker and thicker. There came a point when my inner sphincter had been stretched enough. I put up a hand to ask Doug to stop, understanding that he might chose to keep going. I was his slave, after all, and he was going to do what he wanted. Like a true gentleman, my master honored my request and stopped the pushing and held the toy in place. I reached back to see how much had gotten in. It seemed like about 75% of it was inside me, but that last 25% would be intense! Once my body had adjusted to the invasion, Doug started sliding it in deeper. Now, the tip kept pushing deeper into my colon and brought along the thicker parts of the toy. It was getting intense when Doug said, “Just a little bit more, pig.” I was determined to please my master, so I concentrated on letting the Slink work its way through my guts. There’s a bit of a bulge right before the base, and that locked the dildo into my hole. Once it was embedded to the base, Doug began some light taps on the base of the toy. Of course, these would travel through the toy, stimulating my prostate (the toy was really thick at that point), then my second hole, and finally, the tip that was embedded deep in my abdomen. I was enjoying the sensation. I didn’t feel really filled up, but I definitely knew that there was something deep inside me. “Take some poppers, slave,” Doug commanded. Who knew what chaos that might create in my ass? I was willing to do as my master demanded, so I unscrewed the cap from the brown bottle and took a large hit in each nostril. Then, I offered the bottle to my master. Doug wisely also took the cap from me when he took the bottle. As soon as the poppers hit, I started gyrating my ass around on this long dildo that was filling my ass. I was flexing in the sling so that it could move to new and different areas. Knowing that this dildo was so absurdly deep in my ass was such a turn-on to me, and I was determined to feel every inch of it. While I was moving around, I was also flexing the muscles of my ass against the toy. Doug continued with his taps on the base, although they had recently gotten more intense. It was a new and wild sensation, and poppers unleashed the pig inside me. Eventually, the poppers started to fade, and my head began to throb as my heart rate slowed. Doug was ready to pull the Slink out of me so he wrapped his hand around the base and started to pull back. Coming out was a hell of a lot easier than getting it in was. This dildo is very flexible, which is great for the depth play, but it took both of Doug’s hands to support it as he extracted it from the caverns of my ass. A few times, he stopped pulling and let it rest in one place, but he got it out much faster than he got it in. My ass was now feeling gaped and also very deeply opened up. Doug lubed up his larger hand, put his fist at my ass and pushed. Damn, this felt fantastic! His fist went in easily, and the Slink had prepared the way, both opening it up and leaving a trail of lube inside my ass. He easily sunk in most of the way to his elbow. “I’m in your colon, pig,” Doug growled at me. I was so wrapped up in the intensity of the moment that all I could do was nod and grunt. “So fucking deep,” I heard Doug mutter. Then he looked at me and said, “Poppers”. Fuck, this was going to be intense! I only did one deep inhale this time, but I held it for a long time. When it hit, Doug was already moving his fist back and forth, traversing my second hole, in and out of my colon, massaging and teasing all along the way. It blew my mind. Like when I was blindfolded, I saw the glowing purple eye of a poppers rush. My ass and colon were being pummeled by a stud’s fist, and I was in heaven. Doug looked at me and smiled. “My slave is happy,” he said. “You keep him very happy, master,” I replied. He vibrated his fist deep inside me, letting me know that my master was very pleased with my performance, too. Doug took his time pulling out. This time, he went slower than ever before. As he was moving through my ass, he was feeling the walls, my prostate, my ass sphincter, and more. Each got a special little stroke or twist to let me know how strongly he owned my ass. Truthfully, I was ready to do whatever he wanted. My ass had never been used like this before, and I was flying high, both from the T and the sex. When he was all the way out, I put my arms behind my head, reveling in the smell of my sweaty pits. Doug was rubbing my hole and kept muttering, “What a sweet hole”, “That ass is amazing”, “I have never been that deep in a man before”, and other such endearments. I was basking in the glow of knowing that I had pleased my master. I had no idea what might come next, but I was ready, willing, and able!

Plenty to choose from

Dave was loving the feeling of being rimmed, it was driving him to convulse and writh in pleasure, he had never felt anything like this before. Sensing that he was moving too much Tommo tightened his grip on Dave to hold him in place, " hmmm I think he's liking that Niall, keep moistening up that hole". With that Niall pulled Dave's cheeks further apart and sent his tongue deeper into the boy's orifice. When the tongue withdrew Dave had a mixed feeling of relief but emptiness, but not for long, something else began to enter him. "Huh?, what's that?" Dave asked in a slightly panicked tone. "Shsssh, don't worry" Niall started, "Trust me lad, you'll enjoy this. Myself and Tommo are going to take good care of you and make sure you have a good time this evening". As he said this his middle finger had been eased into Dave, slowly making it's way into the apprentice, back and forth, lubricated by Niall's own saliva. Dave tried to protest but his words were muffled as Tommo pulled the lad back into a passionate kiss. "See lad, me and Tom just want you to have fun." Dave's head was spinning, he loved the feeling of all the attention his body was receiving, his heart was pounding. The room was roasting at this point and all three men were beginning to sweat. All of a sudden Niall withdrew his finger and Tommo realeased Dave from his embrace. Dave was pulled into a sitting position by Niall who pulled Dave into another kiss before he could fully register what was happening. Tommo had gotten off the couch and fired up the pipe again. He signalled to Niall who stopped sucking on Dave's face and turned him to Tommo who proceeded to shotgun the boy again. Both men had an unspoken understanding at this point, the young apprentice needed to be fully spun out to ensure he'd cooperate with them. As they continued to take hits from the pipe Dave's hand once again moved down to his flacid crotch. "Don't stress about that man, can happen with T" Niall reassured him, "relax, we'll help sort ya". Niall's hands soon started to move over Dave's torso before coming to his nipples. Taking one between his thumb and index finger Niall pinched and twisted the boy's tit. A moan of pleasure escaped Dave as Tommo blew a huge blast of smoke into the apprentice's mouth, this time pinching his nose shut. Dave was instructed to hold this blast in as long as he could before coughing out an enormous cloud. Dave's head felt light, his senses overwhelmed, the older men's rough hands wandering all over his upper body. The young apprentice suddenly became aware that the atmosphere had shifted. As he sat on the couch Niall stood up in front of Dave, his erection staring Dave straight in the face. Instinctively Dave placed a hand around his boss' shaft as Tommo's hand rubbed his back, bit by bit making it's way to the back of Dave's head. "Go on boy" Tommo began in a whispered tone, "take a taste of the boss man, show him how much you appreciate everything he's done for you". Tom's hand carefully pushed Dave's face toward the fleshy man meat in front of him. Dave opened his mouth and accepted what Niall was now giving him. Dave's mind was racing, "what the fuck?" he thought to himself. Here he was sucking on his boss' cock, it tasted musky, still slightly damp from the shower but clearly sweaty too. "So Niall, how's he doing?", "Well Tommy, the boy's not bad at all, well worth the hire". Both men continued discussing Dave as if he weren't there but it didn't bother him. The conversation and evaluation of Dave's deep throating skills continued, even as Niall and Tommo swapped places, Tommo's cock replacing Niall's. Dave had an urge to please the older men, when they praised his skills it gave him a satisfaction he didn't know he needed. "Mmmm yes", Tommo was saying to him "good boy, you know exactly what you're doing don't ya lad. I knew those were some cock sucking lips the minute I saw them." Tommo pulled Dave to his feet and once again began to kiss him, moving his hands to the younger lad's nipples, playing with them. Dave followed suit, taking one of Tommo's nipples in hand but his other found itself at Tommo's cock, stroking it. Meanwhile, behind him, Niall grabbed hold of Dave's hips, pulling the boy's ass to his face. He started tounging the lad's hole again before prying the cheeks apart and re-entering with a finger. Dave, higher than last time, welcomed the invasion as Niall's finger started to slip in and out with more ease. Niall could see Dave was game and over the next couple of minutes introduced a second finger, then a third, widening his apprentice up in anticipation of mounting the sexy young man and popping his cherry.

I meant to update this last week. 8 fucks and 4 loads, but I really had to put myself about to get most of those. It was quiet for a good couple of hours (not so much lack of guys, but a lot of suckers rather than fuckers), but once things started happening it was OK. I went everywhere, but again the action was mainly darkroom and some glory hole fucking. I thought I might have some luck in the steam room, with my arse shoved up in the air while I sucked a guy, but it wasn't to be. One thing is certain - it's becoming for anyone to just slide in. The first guy to fuck me had a really big head on his cock, but after some resistance it popped in nicely. The bonus was, as well as being the first fuck, he was the first load.

Hello everyone. If you have been following me I'm sorry for no new stories in over a year. There's a reason for that but it's not personal issues. I will be uploading new content very soon and I look forward to hearing about how I make everyone's cock so hard.

Maxwell was once again dressed in his skin tight leather pants tucked into his boots. He was bare chested as he sat on his throne and looked at the beautiful boy he had just married, “Worship me as your God” Maxwell told the kneeling neg virgin Bane had crawled to him and kissed his boots, licking them and then working his way up to his leather covered cock The boy worshiped it with his tongue, tracing the outline and then every vein slowly and lovingly through that thin leather before Maxwell freed it for Bane to suck Maxwell’s cock was both longer and thicker than Bane’s more than hefty 11 inches. It was a cock that looked like it was designed to plow neg holes, shred them and make them receptive to the viral gift it offered. Bane had to stretch his jaws just to get the head in. He did the best he could for his first time and Maxwell would see he got plenty of practice After Bane had him hard he said “It’s time to restrain and infect you. Our Viral God wants to claim you and so do I” Soon Bane lay bound securely by his wrists and ankles cuffed to the chains of a sling. The boy was utterly helpless and his excited cock dripped pre at the thought as it stuck proudly, straight up in the air. He was blindfolded and had a ball gag in his mouth. Jagged clips bit into his nipples and he moaned at the pain and pleasure they caused. Maxwell stood by the moaning virginal sacrifice and took his huge dangling balls in his hands and twisted lightly watching his slave writhe in his bonds until he let go Ten he pulled on the nipple clips and Bane’s back arched in pain. “I want you to put your torque in medical mode and grant me control. I am a medical doctor soI have the proper authority to use it.” he said to Bane removing the gag “I know you can just think it but I want to hear you give it to me” Maxwell was asking for permanent control of Bane’s health and health care. It would take away his ability to chicken out when the virus started changing his body. You gave a doctor control of your medical mode when they were treating you for something and you might be incapacitated. The doctor kept that control till he released a patient, usually when treatment ended but in some cases it could be indefinite “I grant Dr. Maxwell Vector full medical mode control” Bane said and their torques flashed white acknowledging it “You are truly mine now” Maxwell said and he accessed Bane’s torque and turned off his protection from viruses. Infection was inevitable now He stepped between Bane’s bound legs and ran a lubed finger around that virgin neg hole then shoved it in, roughly twisting for just a moment before he shoved in a second then a third and fourth as Bane groaned. It was driving him wild with desire. He had to have more “Please! I need it!, Fuck me please! I have to have your cock in me! Hurt me with it! Just get it in me! Make me your slut and poz me!” The neg boy begged “Good boy” Maxwell said and lined his cock up with Bane’s hole and eased the head in then pushed back on the sling chains making him swing back slightly then swing forward causing a little more of that cock to enter He kept pushing back on the chain until just the tip was still in and letting gravity do his work for him and Bane grunted in pain each time more slid into him. When half his cock, about six inches was in he started fucking Bane with it and slowly worked his way in till he felt the head nudge that inner ring. He took hold of the chains once again and pushed till just the tip of the head was in one last time but instead of letting gravity swing the helpless boy back he yanked back on the chains and thrust forward, spearing through the inner ring and up into his guts Bane screamed and writhed in pain as that inner barrier was breached. His bound limbs strained against their restraints as instinct took over for a moment “Minor internal bleeding detected” Bane’s torque reported to Maxwell as it monitored his health. That’s what he wanted to hear and had been waiting for. He grinned and fucked harder, knowing Bane was ready for viral impregnation now “Hurts doesn’t it Baby? But you wanted this, you even asked me to hurt you and now your bleeding inside, Nice and ready to take Our God in you. I’m about to infect you with HIV/ I’m going to enjoy watching it it slowly take over your body and change you, it’s going to be so hot fucking you when you are fevered and delirious with the bug flu and I’m giving it to you you right NOW!” Maxwell said pushing in to the hilt and spraying his toxic seed deep into this boy who had given himself totally to him and the Virus “Fuuukkkk yes! Poz me!” Bane said as hic cock erupted sending cum flying all over both of them as the vision of himself ravaged by the bug rose before his eyes Maxwell fucked and bred him twice more without pulling out. Bane cumming with him each time. When he did pull out a pink mixture of cum and blood coated his cock He unbound his husband and lifted him out of the sling, holding him in his arms as the dungeon vanished and a large four poster bed appeared. He took the beautiful boy and gently laid him on it then he lay down next to him and pulled the boy against him. They fit together perfectly and soon drifted off to sleep, Banes head under Maxwell’s chin as he nuzzled into that muscular chest, wrapped in his husband’s strong protective arms Ten days later Bane started to fill ill The next day he lay sweating in bed as a 101 degree fever gripped him. He was pinned under Maxwell who slid his massive cock in and out of his hole and twisted his nipples cruelly as he pounded that fevered ass, breeding him multiple times while whimpering how beautiful he was going to be when his body was thin and wasted and how he was going to enjoy fucking him each time the Virus made him sick As his fever burned, Band grew lightheaded and he started having strange feelings and urges that were not his own. He imagined that the Virus in his blood wanted him to go spread it. That it had a conscious desire to infect others and he was to be the deliverer of that infection but thought it was just a fever dream Two days later Bane felt better but the feeling was still there and growing stronger as more and more virus built up in his blood. They left the temple and took the transport door down to Maxwell’s beach house near the village below. The place was opulent and tasteful with a pool and a short stairway down to the beach “Welcome home Baby” Maxwell said as they arrived “It’s wonderful Maxwell” he said looking around at the furnishings and the art on the walls “Call me Max, Baby’ He said as he showed him around The next day he got a message from Grandpa Tommy “We’ve been invited to spend a few days with my Grandpas at their estate. They would like to get to know you” he told Max “I’d like to get to know them too” Max said They stepped out of a stone arch on the ancient Barrows estate. Bane had brought them to this door because you got a good view of the house from here. It was the best surviving example of a style of architecture that was nearly 1100 years old and his Grandfathers had preserved it perfectly. The stone outside and the wood inside was impervious to weather and rot and the house stood almost as it had been built in the early 2th century “Beautiful” Martin said, looking at the stone-faced building with appreciation “It’s been in my family for over 1000 years and it’s always been my 2nd home. All the grandkids have a room here and there are still a few empty” Bane said They made a short walk down to the house where Tommy and Zeke greeted them at the door They had a light lunch at a table by the pool set up and they sat talking about their pasts “He knows who you really are and how old you are” Bane told his Grandpas “The Light told you about us?” Zeke asked Max “Yes, it’s a terrible gossip” Max said smiling, not surprised these two knew of their association with The Light Cousin West came put of the house and waved as he headed to a lounge by the pool. He looked like he had put on some weight “The Entity told us that you two are The Light’s new representatives and I definitely prefer you to the old one. Can you tell us about your new religion?” Tommy asked “We are still hammering out the details. We worship the HIV Virus though. Mine urges me to spread it. It’s almost conscious. It has a desire to take over the bodies it inhabits. To shape them, The light came to me soon after I started worshiping mine” Max told them “I have been feeling the same thing since I was sick a few das ago. It’s not just a mindless Virus, It can think on a primitive level” Bane said, then asked Max “Can you show them the vision you showed me?” “I think so, if they allow it. Them being agents of Order and Chaos might make it difficult otherwise” Max said Tommy and Zeke nodded permission and Max gestured in front of their eyes, When the vision finished their reaction was odd to Max. Tommy reached out and took Zeke’s hand and they looked into each other's eyes with loving expressions “It reminds me of The Evils” Tommy said and he explained how he and Zeke had met and the Evil personas they used to use so long ago “You don’t mind what it’s going to do to me?” Bane asked “You didn’t look much worse than Zeke did when I met him" Tommy said “Would it offend you if we had someone study your strain?” Zeke asked, Intelligent viruses were a worrying thought “No, it’s that budding awareness that we worship not the individual viruses” Max said That night in bed Tommy said “I might even consider converting to that religion. It’s not much different than the way we lived our early life together. I have no objection to any of what we saw” “Not even the forced pozzings and what it did to them?” Zeke asked “Did you notice that not one of them tried to run? Many had a clear shot to the doors and could have made it out easily. There is more to that than it seems if the vision is literal” Tommy said “That vision got me rock hard” Zeke admitted “Me too” Tommy said kissing Zeke seriously They didn’t make love that night, instead Zeke brutally fucked Tommy like he had the night they had met as they remembered how the HIV virus had bound them together The next day Agnes came and drew blood from Max and Bane to run some tests ************** Alex stalked his prey. He had his instructions and he and his husband Marc hid in the trees waiting The man they were after was named Brent Hutton. He was an actor, one of the most famous in the world. Movies nowadays were immersive. You lived out the movie as the main character if you wanted or watched from the side in a 3D environment that surrounded you Brent had been voted the Hottest Man On Earth for the last 20 years running. He had blond wavy hair and green eyes. His body was muscular perfection and many a boy or girl sighed over his picture and fantasized how wonderful it would be to be with him even though rumors said that he was a conceded ass He had gone to a PIF in disguise. The PIF specialized in humiliation for those who craved it. He was tall, young looking and rather scrawny but he had a huge cock. One of the five largest in the world at just over 13 inches. His clients were usually handsome muscular men with small cocks and he dominated them with his huge one making them worship it and him His name was Terry, he has a ginger and a little out of shape quite deliberately. He looked like a geek but the head of his cock had been almost as long as Brent's entire tiny shaft as he rubbed the two together “Pathetic” Terry said as he pushed Brent back on the bed. “A small cocked boy like you needs to serve a real man like me. All those muscles are just to hide the fact you aren't a real man, aren't they slut? You dream of having a cock like min but you can’t so you serve them inst3ad. Raise your legs and spread them like a good little bitch for me so I can load you up. I want to see if I can fuck a load out of that little thing” Brent did as he was told. This was what hi craved behind his facade of cocky confidence, He could only get it from PIFs like Terry and none had ever realized who they were fucking Terry got between those muscular legs and put his huge cock head at that hole, punching it in. Brent squirmed in that pain he loved as a huge cocked man took him Terry quickly sunk all the way in. “Such a little slut to take a man my size so easily” he said though Brent was gasping and cleaning the sheets in pain. His little 3 incher was vibrating and dripping pre though Terry fucked him hard and slapped him across the face, something the client had requested. “You ready to take a real man’s load bitch? You ready to get bread like the small dicked little looser you are?” he asked after pounding that muscle ass for 15 minutes or so “Fuck yes, please give me your load!” Brent begged, right on the edge Terry’s entire shaft throbbed as the cum moved up it to spew deep into his client’s ass as thier Tiny cock shot cum that arched and hit Brent in the face and both or their torques flashed as the requirement was met Terry was a huge fan of Brent Hutton and had stared at a poster of him above his teenage bed so long as a teenager he had memorized the position of the 17 freckles on the man’s stomach and chest. He had realized who Brent was despite the changed hair color, undetectable prosthetic nose and contact lenses that changed the color of his eyes The last thing Terry remembered before waking up in the hospital was saying “This was a dream come true for me. I have wanted to fuck you since I was 14 Mr. Hutton” as he pulled out He had been beat within an inch of his life and found by his next client. Brent Hutton had vanished That was twelve weeks ago today. Alex and Marc had tracked Brent to this remote house, deep in a forested area. Brent’s brother owned it and Brent was one of the few people who had the code to access it’s transport door. It had taken over a week to hike here and set up a temporary transport door but Marc was Ex Special Forces and had kept his training up and his body in shape across the centuries. He was the nest commando and forest tracker in PIPE and he often trained others in forest stealth techniques Alex had joined him through the temporary transport door. He was fit but had no training in the areas Marc did. He didn’t even like to go camping The two watched through binoculars as Brent stood on a deck, moodily staring into the forest, his torque glowing orange He had lost it when the PIF recognized him. fearing that the man would expose his kink and the size of his penis. He always wore padded pants with a healthy bulge to hide it. The PIF had survived but they were keeping who attacked him under wraps. He did know his bank accounts had been frozen and then emptied. Probably going to that damned PIF in compensation “It was si stupid!” he thought berating himself PIFs were bound by contract to never reveal what happened with their clients but being recognized had made him snap He didn’t notice as his torque changed from orange to red but he did notice what felt like a bug bite in his neck a few moments later. He slapped at it and was surprised to find a small dart in his hand and then he passed out Marc lowered his blowgun and he and Alex casually walked up to the deck, carrying the unconscious man towards the transport door Brent woke up naked and tied down on a bed, He soon recognized that he was in his own bedroom in his own home Three men stood in the room. One was Terry and the other two he did not recognize. Terry and one of the men were naked The naked blonde man with the spikey hair said “Oh good you are awake. We can get on with this. The name’s Alex and this is my husband Marc. You already know Terry. Marc and I are members of PIPE and you are in violation. You also beat a PIF nearly to death and we are not sure if you were trying to kill him or not” “It’s been decided by the proper authorities that I am to poz you like all violators get pozzed and take control of you. Then I'm to then transfer that control to Tarry here. He will own you for the rest of your life. He already owns everything that used to be yours, including this house As your owner all your future wages will go to him as well” he went on getting between Brent’s legs and lifting them to his shoulders “Damn yo do have a tiny little cock don’t you?” Alex said as he rammed his thick 9 inches poz cock up the helpless neg man’s ass “I see why a PIF like Terry would turn you on, a tiny dicked slut like you needs a man like that. I bet my 9 inches of toxic poz cock can do the job too though and I admit that I have actually thought about pozzing your ass on occasion when I watch your movies ” Alex told him He pounded that neg ass hard and soon his balls were pulling up, ready to pump cum and virus into that defenseless neg hole “Here it comes slut. You are about to get pozzed and owned. That’s what you get for trying to kill a PIF” He growled as his toxic load filled Brent’s ass and their torques flashed “I claim you” Alex said and took control of the hottest man on earth completely “Terry here now owns you completely. You are his legal1 property until he chooses to release you” he then told the knocked up and pozzed man “I hope you enjoy a being the slave of a man who can cum 12 times a day, every day” “14 times on a good day” Terry said “And from now on it's are all going up my small dicked slave's ass” Alex and Marc untied the new slave and quietly left him with his owner “On your knees bitch” he snapped and Brent instantly obeyed though he tried to resist “I spent all my time in the hospital thinking of the things I was going to make you do and do to you. when I owned your pathetic ass. Open your mouth and take the head of my cock in it. I am going ro oiss and you will not only drink it. You will love it. You will crave my piss and beg for it every time I need to urinate” He said Brent opened his mouth and took the head in. Terry let it flow, He did love the taste and gulped it down greedily Terry slapped him hard across the face “Thank me and tell me you love me whenever I slap you and mean in. I am the center of your universe now and you love me so much you will put up with any abuse” Brent felt overwhelmed with love for this skinny big cocked man “Fuck I love you so much! Thank you for slapping me!” he said and really meant it. How had he lived without Terry in his life? “Get on the bed on your back” Terry ordered and Brent scrambled to obey Terry got between his legs and slid that 13 inch monster in to the hilt, then he looked int his slave’s eyes “You are my pathetic tiny dicked slut now and I’m going to commit to giving you every load I shot for the rest of my life will go in you and I am only 30, I know you are 40 and so we will probably have at least 120 years together so you will get used to me in you. I already know you love it” he said grinding his pubes into him “We will be getting married and though we could live off what is now mine easily I want you to keep working so you stay in the spotlight shoe me off like I am a God in public” He said flexing his cock inside Bren “If you are asked what you see in me I want you to just look at my crotch and blush, then mention I am a retired PIF so they all know what is happening” he said as he began sliding in and out “I think you need 15 loads to get you back into compliance. That would be a new record for me but I’m not pulling out till your torque winks out. You are such a pathetic little dicked bitch that you will love that won’t you?” “Ohh fuck I want all your loads in me. I need them” Brent said “Such a slut. All you are good for is taking loads” Terry sad and a couple minutes later he gave the man he has lusted after for years a load of hot PIF cum and their torques flashed It tool nearly 4 hours but Terry set that new record and Brent’s torque faded completely About a month later Marc and Alex were kissing on their couch. Even 1000 years in the future people still watched TV and celebrity gossip and news was as popular as ever “Today we have an exclusive interview with Brent Hutton and his new husband Terry. The two announced their surprise marriage as Brent accepted his 21st Hottest Man on Earth award in a row. I caught them back stage afterwards" The reporter said The picture switched to a shot of Brent in a suit and Terry in a black leather jacked over a white shirt and a pair of skin tight black leather pants. His cock ran down one leg almost obscenely “So tell me Brent what attracted you to Terry?” the interviewer asked Brent blushed and looked at Terry’s crotch and muttered “I love him and he’s a retired PIF” he said “Thank you Baby Boy” Terry said and the he said “There a couple things we didn’t announce but I will give you the scoop” He put one arm around Brent’s waist and put his other hand on gis new husband's stomach “We have our first baby on the way and Brent will be playing a pregnant man in trouble in his next movie” he said with a proud smile “Congratulations to you both! I can’t wait to see the movie!” The interviewer said A few months later every boy above 12 with top leanings had a poster of Brent, shirtless and very pregnant wearing a pair of tight shorts that clearly showed how small his bulge really was He won his 22nd Hottest Nan on Earth award in a row by the largest margin ever ********************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Test Results I’m not sure if a huge dicked man who can cum 14 times on a good day would be a blessing or a curse Let me know what you think! I love your comments Scanbu

My belief is that we will never see another amendment to our constitution; either at some point, the country will collapse in on itself, and whatever takes its place will write a much longer (and hopefully better and clearer) constitution, or we will hobble on until such time as the whole idea of originalism is so discredited that the Court abandons it as a major juridical underpinning. Right now, I don't think you could get 2/3 of both houses of Congress and 3/4 of the states to agree that the sun rises in the east, and I see no path forward that would produce those necessary majorities.

Beauty is definitely on the inside! It doesn't matter how big that dick is OR how good looking you are if you're ugly on the inside...you UGLY!

#5 was a young cub. Very cute, very inocent. After all the fucking was done he chatted with me, telling me he was 21. He was pozzed the first time he was fucked which was the day of his 18th birthday. It had not been his plan, it just happened. He was so in lust with the 35 year old he met at his local cruising park that when asked to drop his pants and lean against a tree he did. The guy proceeded to eat the kids ass and this felt so good he just wanted whatever the guy had to offer. Next came a tounge fuck and then 1,2,3 fingers. When those disappeared for a moment the kid thought he'd done something wrong. He was greatly relieved when a bigger finger, he thought it was the thumb, pushed into his virgin hole. When the penetrating object was clearly too big for a thumb he was just enjoying the sensation to much to ask questions. Then the fuck started and there was no desire to turn back. The guy had not pistoned for very long before the kid began to feel warm and wet inside. The guy kissed him on the neck, pulled out and walked away. Only then did the cub put a finger to his hole and realize the guy had cum in him. He Immediately knew he shouldn't have allowed this, but every part felt so good. Before he got his pants pulled up a fifty year old pot bellied daddy with sunken cheeks stepped in behind him asking; "That was so fuckin hot kid. Can I have a turn?" Without thinking beyond 'one was fun, why not another ' the kid said, "Awe ... I guess so ... sure. " and leaned back into the tree. This guys average size cock slid in raw and soon was pumping a load deep into the delighted cub. That fuck had attracted a crowd and before he left the woods he had six more loads from six strangers marinating in his guts. He went back every day for a week and a half. Often being bred by new strangers, often by repeats and the pot bellied man with the sunken cheeks never missed a day of breeding the kid. The only reason he took a break was he woke up soaked with a high fever feeling like he'd been hit by a Mac truck. He knew Immediately what he was suffering from but didn't tell his folks. When he was well enough he ran away from home and had no trouble making his way by selling his ass. That's how he'd first met my generous benefactor. He'd rarely topped, but for a newbie he gave me a good, if not short, ride before blasting me full of his never medicated poz cum. Fuck me, what was I thinking. I should have had far more sense than that naive cub kid. But in this moment I completely understood how the thirst for a load, any load just takes over. And let's face it ,,, I wasn't fooling anyone including myself. I was especially enjoying knowing the fucking huge risk I was talking.

Been almost a year since I scored some T so of course I decided to write! As always, sorry for never finishing my previous stories. *The narrator has no name for now, can't think of anything. *Please do suggest / leave feedback I never thought it would come to this. From the mirror across the room I catch myself thrusting onto this recently graduated twink who will soon have his life changed forever. I’d be lying if I say that I don’t see myself in him. Like him, I was clean cut, preppy, & skinny. Like him, I was insecure and felt constricted with the way I lead my life. A decade that felt like a life time. Now, it was a different person in the reflection. The reflection told transformation. Starting from the top with my head ,a faded buzz cut and a septum piercing with some stubble. A chain necklace with a padlock encircled my neck. No longer was my collarbone visible like this twink, it hid under the dense shoulder that flowed onto my broad pecs. Both nipples are pierced, shining slightly among my bushy chest. Arms were thick in volume with both forearms and biceps contoured. I had my left arm locked over the twinks shoulder and the right one locked onto his hips, overpowering him from moving any further. I maintained a pace to not come quick. I like to build up the precum and slowly fill whoever’s ass I’m breeding. My round and firm butt cheeks protruded at every thrust I made. I’ve always had a bubble butt even before taking the gym seriously. It was one of the reasons why I ended up on this path, starting out as the ideal cumdump to slowly building my rank as an initiator. As for the rest of my body, I treated it equally since pumping iron is an important practice when you are a part of Samael’s Brotherhood. Another was to be branded, or in formal term, insignia imprinting. Behind my neck, a burnt scar of an inverted pentagram sized no bigger than a coin etched onto my skin. Below it, curved to encircle the pentagram was a tattoo in Latin that reads, Sanguis meus tibi. My blood is for you Further down, reaching the waist is a tramp stamp displaying a pair of scorpions pointing its sting to each other. Of course, the pièce de résistance is in the front, just below the navel. A standard biohazard tattoo. Both tattoo and branding are obligatory to have if you’re in the brotherhood. Still gazing into the mirror with the sight of me plowing this twink whose name I now remember as Brandon, I felt grateful for turning out this way. It was fate that I joined the brotherhood. If anything, I envy Brandon. To discover and appreciate the brotherhood for the first time again. There he was, bouncing on my 6 inch cock relentlessly with his wide glossy puppy eyes, close to being fully spun. He usually smokes but I chose to give a bootybump instead since the inhibition released is far more drastic than smoking. It sends you to a wild state of surrender that’s only necessary if one wants to be a part of the brotherhood. Brandon had clearly crossed that wild line, mumbling incoherently at times but still lucid. Every 8-10 minutes he would ask if I had come, begging for my potent load when the response was negative (hah). If he wasn’t asking or begging, he would be moaning in deep heavy breaths that would drive me closer to reaching the point of no return. Hence why I try to control my pace. We were both drenched in sweat thanks to the T. It had been more than an hour since I started plowing him. Neither of us were tired in the slightest as we were in sync. Brandon’s slender smooth figure made the fuck effortless as I barely felt any of his weight. I still had my arms locked around him with my head right behind his, whispering how well he was doing and how lucky he was that it was my seed. Even after an hour, his ass was still tight. Clearly a good sign that this is where he belongs. This was also the first time I’ve met Brandon. He’s the 3rd member I’ve initiated and was vetted before hand by the newer members. At 24, he’s now the youngest after me to have joined the brotherhood. Once it’s official, with Brandon we would be 52 brothers. It was 28 when I joined 10 years ago. Expanding isn’t a priority as Samael had founded the Brotherhood as a way for nihilistic gay men that share certain interests to bond for life. Most of the time, one does not seek the brotherhood, rather it seeks you. The first time I was introduced to the brotherhood, I was spun at a bath house taking loads while I was still on prep. I was bout to get my 13th load. My breeder started to speak midway. He was impressed with my ass, kneading it with both hands and gripping onto my waist. He then asked if I thought it was necessary to continue taking prep. How did he even know I was on it? I didn’t say anything. “Do you know how liberating it is? To be connected in a sick twisted way with pleasure being the sole purpose?” I was lucky to have Samael himself make the proposition. At 6’2, he was fit and lean yet his veins popped out and his face looked hollow at certain angles. He looked good at 50 whereas I was 5’10, lanky and just turned 26. It was from him that I learnt to take my time when it comes to breeding. Samael took his time to explain to me in detail of the brotherhood. Somehow, his words mixed with the effect of the T convinced me to seek out further. The timing too couldn’t be better as I was the last few members that were initiated through a gangbang. I still remember that night. I had been strapped onto a fuck bench for the entire night in a leather jock. I was taking my 17th charged load. I had been off Prep for 2 months. My forehead was dropping bullets of sweat, obviously spun from my first booty bump. Samael approached to kneel and craddle my head to tell me how proud he was that I was committing myself to it. I could only nod in my inebriated state as I hear my breeder moaned for the 3rd time before collapsing his weight on me to ask if I felt his warm toxic babies. I was in ecstasy by what was said because despite being incapable of speech, I truly did feel the warmth of his load jetting into me, rope by rope. The sensation had put me on a different dimension. There was also another breeder who was telling me how being poz is starting a new life and that I wouldn’t miss my neg days, how he hopes that its his load that’s going to seal the deal. Even with my limp dick, he successfully jacked me off to feed my supposed last neg load. I don’t remember everything from that night in detail but the highlights are definitely ingrained in my memory. I got branded the same week and booked the tattoo appointment the day the results came out. Although it seems hedonistic, there is a guide or fundamental tenets as Samael puts it. Out of 10, one of them was the importance of physical exercise. It took me a while to get used to the gym but the more I went, the better I felt. It was also good for cruising. I’d get loaded up in the shower when it wasn’t busy or blow some DL guys in the parking lot. A side effect of joining the brotherhood, which I see as a good thing is how raunchier I became. Before, I would cruise in the forest but never in the gym. Now, even in the washrooms I would linger and wait. Something bout sucking cocks that have an after taste of piss turned me on. When one of my brothers and I gym together, we would lick each others pit off to savour the sweat before fucking in the shower together. I became piggier and less inhibited, even while sober. My brothers tell me to embrace this newfound tendency and to never be ashamed. With Brandon, I wasn’t sure how he was. He had already smoked T when I found him on all four. I started to rim him first to gage how sensitive he was. Apart from the low exhalations, he seemed to be someone who’s in control. I took the liberty to ask him yes/no questions while he was sucking my cock. So far he does have a pig side to him that you wouldn’t tell. He nodded ok to piss, ok to pits, sweat, the usuals. To truly test how far he can go, I made him a booty bump after he was done sucking. That was when the party had actually started. Back to how we were still fucking doggie style and Brandon’s out of his mind, I proceeded to ask him why he wants to join the brotherhood…

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.

Recently I've been making a conscious effort to use my hole regularly, I used to wait too long between sessions with big toys and my ass would struggle getting back to where it was. Safe to say that thanks to the horniness from regular chastity it's really paying off and my cunt is just getting more and more trashed. I'll try to have a bottle of xlube prepared at all times so I can just clear myself out, get huffed on some poppers, and begin sliding those huge toys inside me. I'm so proud that my biggest toys, where the head is basically the size of a closed fist, can be up inside me with minimal warm-up. Like these beasts can just slide into me as if they were a tiny dick. Now on my lunchbreak I can try to cum hands free bouncing to the base on this monster toy that I never thought I'd get into me, before going back to work plugged with something bigger than most guys could take. It's all I've wanted since I started my stretch journey, now I just need to find more ff pigs who want to help widen me up even more, I want to have regulars who can come over, punch me out, spunk inside or jerk off in my wrecked cunt, then plug me up with a huge toy and strap it in place with a harness, ready for the next guy to pull out before he slides in there himself. I wonder how long it will be until I reach my physical limits though, like my pelvis not being big enough for the things I want inside me. Does anyone else worry about that or have goals like mine?

How about both? I was with this hot 31 yr old stud who was horsehung and only wanted me to suck him off. It strained my throat and mouth to even get wide enough to swallow his cock head. It was beer can thick and easily 9”. I told him I need to use my ass next time as the physiology of my pussy anatomy will open much wider for him and take every inch he’s got. It was so hard getting him off using my throat, but I did finally make him cum

ultimate goal is selff. I often think about an anal competition where selffers are showing off to each other stretching on dildos and their own fists seeing who can get the gapiest! A club night in this would be one of biggest fantasies

The saddest part is not Justin Heath Smith or the probable loss of Austin Wolfe as a source of entertainment. The saddest part is that many misinformed and homophobic straight people have reinforcement to their anti-gay beliefs that gay men pose a threat to boys and children in general as pedophiles. When you think about it why the fuck couldn’t he just be a felon by virtue of fraud, extortion or other non-pedophilia crimes? Ryan Rose, Sargent Miles and others showed us how that should be done! I stand with @PrisonbaiT and confess that while I enjoyed him aesthetically and enjoyed his Alpha male energy his bottoms in this latter stage of his performing career seemed to be surrogates for boys instead of men. While I’m not so deluded as to think that a person’s performance is always or usually their preference his acting never seemed good enough to be that convincing; it seemed like his more recent work was playing to type. Being a man who has had a son die in prison I hope Heath/Wolfe has a better fate than that. But (again in my opinion) sex with children should be a capital offense.

With toys it needs to be something soft and flexible and ideally tapered or narrow. The second ring is the entrance to the sigmoid colon, which then takes a turn to the left of your body. Anyway rigid that tries to just go straight ahead is going to hit the wall of your intestine, and it's that which hurts.

First a little about myself. I just turned 18 a few months ago. It's been mom and I for as long as I can remember. Mom has been a nurse at least my entire life and even before then. She is now the head nurse (no pun intended) at our local hospice which cares for men with AIDS. I have been around sick men ever since I can remember. I have helped mom and the other nurses out quite a bit. I clean up on occasion and help feed those that cant feed themselves. The disease has never scared me. When I was a lot younger I realized I enjoyed being around these men. My voice and mannerisms were more feminine than masculine. I discussed this with my mom and discovered I was indeed gay. My mom approved of my sexuality so I got lucky there. As my hormones started kicking in I noticed being around these men was giving me a hard on. I would come home and jerk off and then lick myself clean. I enjoyed my own cum and definitely wondered what theirs would taste like. Since I had no dad the birds and the bees were taught to me by mom. We discussed my fantasies I was having for those men and she said for my 18th birthday I could start living out my fantasies in real life. She revealed that some of the men thought I was beautiful which made me blush. I stand at 5 feet 3 inches and weigh about 110. Shoulder length blonde hair that thanks to mom I style it like a girl does. As my teenage years progressed I noticed my fantasies were getting hotter. I imagined being called a dirty faggot while taking these mens loads. Being pissed on had crept in there as well. I knew that I at 18 I was going to get fucked. What I didn't know was that I would be the hospice whore and I couldn't refuse any loads. The night before my 18th birthday mom instructed me on how to clean out my hole. After doing this I had a lite dinner and repeated the same process the morning of my 18th birthday. Mom inspected me and when she was satisfied she handed me a pink silk robe and slippers. I was told that was my clothing for the next four days. My birthday fell on a Thursday. We left home and headed to the hospice. Before going in mom attached a leash and collar on me and led me inside like a bitch. As we neared the entrance mom took off my robe. Once inside I was put on all fours and led into the family room. There were 2 men there already. Mom took off my leash but left the collar on. She told the two men which I recognized to have fun knocking me up. I knew what she meant because of my research on the matter. Before mom even walked out the door Sam had his cock in my mouth. Mom just laughed and went about her business. Sam is definitely a sick man. He has sores on his body and cock. I must admit I still worshipped his cock. The other gentleman Michael stopped Sam for a minute. Michael then slapped me a couple of times across the mouth to get my lip bleeding so I had an open wound while giving Sam a blowjob. Those sores were rubbed all over my busted lip. Some would say that's abuse but I came from Michael doing that. While I worshipped Sam's cock Michael only using spit for lube rammed his cock up my ass. I tried to scream but Sam held me tight against his cock. Sam's cock is only 7 inches and sort of thin. Michael on the other hand has a ten inch cock and fairly thick. It felt like Michael ripped my ass into. I soon realized that he did it on purpose to get me bleeding so I can take his AIDS cum directly in my bloodstream. Sam came fairly quickly but he didn't pull out of my mouth after cumming. I did swallow his cum and he let me nurse his cock while Michael continued the assault on my hole. Michael fucked me for a while and kept saying how good my pussy felt. Okay I thought only women had pussies but I quickly learned that as a bottom my ass is a pussy for gay men. When Michael got ready to cum he sped up his thrusts and was pounding my pussy hard. I started moaning and Sam pulled his cock from my mouth so my moans couibe heard by anyone walking outside the door. Then it happened. Michael started cumming and Breeding my pussy. God it felt like he shot a dozen huge globs of AIDS cum in my pussy. After he finished he kept his cock in my pussy to make sure I got it all and to make sure no cum leaked out. Once he was soft even I was exhausted. Both he and Sam left the room and I thought I was going to get a nap in. I was wrong. Mom came walking in with two more men to use me. She inspected my pussy and laughed. She said oh I bet in a couple of weeks you will be pregnant. But don't worry because once you're knocked up then your ass is going on meds. You are still my son and I want you around for a very long time. In the meantime your little faggot ass needs to get back to work. You still have 18 more men to satisfy today. At this point my pussy is sore but I knew I couldn't tell mom no. So I put my ass in the air and my mouth open to satisfy the next two men. Well time to get back to being a whore.

I think you are misguided in your use of the word “secret.”

If my btm cums while I fuck him, great, if he doesn't he will after I leave.

Being a slave for a night or weekend is a great thing. It teaches a guy how to be a better dom top if he wants to be that.

Aint nothin better than when a good top shoots his load past yuor second ring deep into your guts. Sometimes I can get that deep but not always.

They All Fuck My Boy My boy and I had been invited to a huge blow-out party. Well, my boy had been invited. The host, Brad, had organized an epic party at his house in The Pines out on Fire Island. He was super sexy, and we’d seen him a lot around the city. He was a big party promoter, so he was always popping up in the gay magazines and at clubs. He was tall, with tanned skin, close-cropped brown hair with a tussle of bangs in his face. My boy and I are both versatile, but he’s much more of a hungry bottom than me. He told me that he once took six dicks in one night back at a frat party in college. I’d never taken more than two in one night. Of course, in those days, we had both always religiously played safe. We had only stopped using condoms when fucking each other a few months ago, promising to wrap up if having some fun on the side. My boy and I made sure to wear our cutest jockstraps, and sexy short shorts and tight t-shirts, wanting to show off our assets, and so that we’d fit in with the A-list crowd of guys certain to be at Brad’s party. I knew we’d be willing to do almost anything to feel like we belonged with these hot guys. As we headed down the beach, hand in hand, my boy told me what he had had to do to get the invite. One of Brad’s buddies was bragging that he had two extra tickets, and would give them to anyone who would take his load. I was surprised, not that he had slept with this guy to get the tickets, but that he had let the guy fuck him raw. That was sort of against our rules. My boy promised that the guy was NEG, and it wasn’t a big deal. Then he told me about the house rules of the party. Brad got to fuck anyone he wanted in his own house, but not to worry, he said, “Brad feels very strongly about protection… and safer sex…” I was a little unnerved that he had only just told me that he’d taken this guy’s seed, and that he was prepared to let Brad fuck him, but we were already at Brad’s front door. The house was stunning, all glass and weathered cedar siding, and the party inside was already in full swing. Dozens of hot guys were dancing around, flirting, and drinking. George, the guy who had bred my boy for tickets, greeted us at the door and told us that we were welcome to wear as much or as little clothing as we would like, but that he’d prefer my boy in a jockstrap. My boy, ever the one to please, stripped off his shirt and shorts right away. I took my shirt off and tucked it into the back of my shorts. We got cocktails and started dancing. All kinds of hot guys were pressed against us. George appeared with a sexy Latin, or possibly Middle-Eastern, guy, very tall, and very sexy, in a tiny red speedo that left nothing to the imagination, and introduced us. “This is Sam. He’s got a big dick that I think you’ll like. Make him feel at home.” Just as quickly as he appeared, George left, and Sam started grinding his body against my boy’s exposed ass. Sam’s dick was clearly getting hard and after a minute or two was forcing it’s way out of the waist of his briefs. From my position beside my boy and Sam, I could see that dick start to glisten with precum, and that precum started leaking all over my boy’s ass. I could see it dripping down between hiss ass cheeks and I knew it was on his hole, if not in it. I tried to get my boy’s attention, and put my mouth to his ear, more or less shouting over the music, “You don’t want to offend Brad! Doesn’t he feel strongly about safe sex? If you’re gonna let this guy fuck you, you should make him wrap up!” My boy opened his eyes and pulled me in for a kiss. Then he shouted into my ear, “I said he felt strongly about safe sex, but I didn’t say he was in favor of it!” My boy reached around and grabbed Sam’s cock and jerked it a few times, then held it up to my mouth, more or less forcing me to lick his precum. Then, he grabbed my hand and told me to spit in it. I did, and he led it to Sam’s cock, so I could get it wet, and then guide Sam’s bare cock into him. I was so hard, but knew this was going to get out of control relatively quickly. We hadn’t been at the party for more than ten minutes, and here was my boy, bouncing up and down on a muscle stud’s bare cock, back arched, and head thrown back, in a crowded room for anyone to see. Sam grabbed my boy’s hips and pummeled his ass before going balls deep, and then holding the position. I knew he was breeding my boy. After a few moments, he withdrew. Sam grabbed my shirt from the back of my shorts, cleaned off his dick, and just walked away. What the fuck had just happened? To be continued...

Brandon being almost as tall as I was didn't make it difficult to attach his limbs at the edges. I knew the length I was used to would be the same. His ass now spread wider, I can see the tight puckered hole contracting and expanding with my precum dripping out more than before. I had underestimated myself. Seeing his buns jiggle from the slap I gave inspired a series of several more that left Brandon to moan differently. Of course, I had to finger him to know how much of my precum was in him. His insides were warm with its texture like velvet. I was impressed at how tight he still was when I felt his grip as I pulled out to offer a taste. Like a thirsty bitch he slurped, expecting more. A testament to how cum craved he was. I continued to collect my precum out of him. Impatient, I dived to eating his hole out, sucking it in hopes of easing it for what's coming. Though I rarely kiss the initiates, it would be a transgression to waste cum in the brotherhod. My lips met Brandon's with my tongue pushing my runny fluid into him without a protest. He lapped the outline of my mouth to savour the most of it. In vain, he tried to reach up to my mouth again as our lips parted when I stood, salivating for more. I stared down to the desperate look he gave, panting with the last drops of precum I fed dripping down both sides of his chin from the edge of his mouth. I held his head with my thumbs brushing it back in. "Don't you worry, I got you." He nodded silently, signalling gratitude. It wasn't enough for me. Still cradling his head with the palm of my right hand, I pulled it off to give him a light slap. "What do you say?" "Thank you" "You're very welcome" Brandon's hole now 'clean', it was time. 6 different toys were taken out from the bag. 3 butt plugs, 2 beads and 1 dildo that was as long as a wine bottle with the girth of a can. All in full steel. I decided on the first plug and placed the rest in each cells of the pentagram that was carved under the mattress. One of the 5 candles at each point were lit & I dipped the first plug in a jar of cum that the Brotherhood contributed. Before inserting, I sprinkled a pinch of T to freshen him up. He was starting to get quiet. Slowly his hole was intruded by the cold, steel glazed bulb that brought his loud screech back. The moment his rectum took it in, I heard a long sigh. I stood up to view the base of the plug in between his peachy buns slowly bouncing itself up and down to match his inner contractions. It wouldn't be long til his deep breaths returned back to the hungry huffs and pants I had earlier heard. When half the candle turned to wax, it was time to move on. Brandon screamed his loudest when the plug was pulled out. A scream of relief with a lasting yearn. The plug wasn't glossy as before, indicating how absorbent his hole was. I could see how spun Brandon was again with the sweat he produced. I pulled his long fringe back to the back of his head in a clip and wiped his face. I still had compassion. His hole was wide open, far from closing up in its contraction. It was now blooming. The beads were next. 7 balls with size starting as small as a golf ball to a softball. Brandon diligently took each ball without a flinch until the last. It posed a challenge. He moaned louder as I introduced the final sphere into him. His hole enveloped a quarter of it before we came to a halt. "Breathe slowly. Believe in your calling. Know what you were made for. Go on.." Dead silence with only the sound his sweat drops, Brandon quietly inhaled as much as he could to allow the ball in, swallowing itself from my push. The sight of the loop curving itself was perfect. The beads were in him til the rest of the candle finished burning. The pure bliss he felt from the beads ceased when I pulled out the largest ball. Gradually the 3 balls were pulled out of him with moans that made my cock twitch. I enjoyed the spun sounds that Brandon made. It kept me hard. The change of his pitch in his moans and the rapid pantings he produced were music to me. I pulled the last 4 instantly to hear the loud tune of his cries. "How are you feeling?" "FF--f-fucking great please fill my hole, please.." The trembled stuttering voice caused my rock hard cock leak. I had to properly breed him. My plunge into him was smooth like butter thanks to his loose hole. I rammed rougher with a kind of vigour I didn't know I had. It was crucial to hear his yelps in rhythm with my charged load building itself up. The louder it was, the closer I got. "Are you ready? Tell me you want it, prove it!" "I fucking want it please, I surrender myself to you, make me your sacrifice, give me your seed I fucking beg you" It was the longest string of sentence I've heard from him since the 2nd booty bump. He shouted it clear with conviction, full consciousness. Unable to hold it any longer, I clasped onto his back as I release the potent life changing load into Brandon, losing track of the number of ropes I had came in him. Was it 6? 8? The orgasm was long and intense. I held onto him for a while, sensing my seed leaking. I popped in the other butt plug. "T-t-thank you..." "We're only halfway done bitch." I stood back to the sight of his back glistening from the light of all the newly lit candles surrounding us. Perhaps it was time to brand him. It would be less painful either way in this state. That was what I had experienced. I headed to the stove with the iron rod displaying the insignia. Waiting it to heat up, I placed my hand to feel the back my neck, tracing the shape of the pentagram scar I received more than a decade ago. As I checked for the iron glowing, I fully see that it was actually a sigil of baphomet. I rushed to turn my back into a mirror to inspect myself. It was there. I could feel the outlines of the figure protruding out my skin. It didn't take long for the rod to be red-hot. I had to mentally prepare myself from not coming again from Brandon's screams.

My new best friend. Slides in and stretches my sloppy cunt

I arrived at the generous handsome bear's hotel room door at 8 p.m. sharp. Part of me was scared as hell; what the fuck was I thinking? How many guys was I offering my ass to? Would any of them be toxic? Holy fuckin shit, why hadn't I gotten on PreP? I'd had so many opportunities. How Could I have been so fuckin lazy? But the bigger part of me had little room for these worries. It was consumed with anticipatory questions. How big is the bear's cock? How many different raw cocks would get into me? How many delicious loads would paint my gut walls? How many would be dangerously toxic? Would they tell me before knocking me up? Would I go ahead and take their poison anyway? Fuck, how I love the danger! The bear answered the door in a plush white bath robe that showed off the thick grey hair matting his chest and the beautiful tan of his skin. Another question rushed in ... does he have a tan line, or like me take the sun naked. I was willing to wager ... no tan line. He didn't only have a room but a luxurious suite. He pulled me in for a hug and passionate kiss and soon maneuvered me towards the couch. His bathrobe was dropped and most of my questions were answered. Especially the size of his member. Only semi erect and it was already thick and eight inches long. Maybe he is a shower not a grower I thought. Not so, when I got it in my mouth it became beer can thick and eventually 12 inches in length. Holy shit, I thought, what have I got myself into . Despite my reservations I performed oral for the next 5 minutes. Then he reminded me my offer included fucking my face. I grabbed his hips and impaled him balls deep down my throat. It was only a couple minutes but he pounded my face. I was coughing and spitting up a storm. "Get out of your clothes slut, time for me to get acquainted with your ass." He ordered. I quickly stripped and bent over the arm of the couch. Soon he was rimming my hole like an expert, always focused on getting me wetter and wetter. When his tounge started to fuck me I was in heaven, completely forgetting what was about to come. Then his mouth left my hole and I could feel his raw mushroom head teasing my rear entry. Refusing to give into my fears I pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed back to impale myself on the head of his monster. I was in utterly unbearable pain, but there was no way I was going to pull away, or ask him to stop. I owed him a great thank you fuck and come hell or high water he was going to have free access to my tight hole. I just kept breathing deeply and pushing back until he was balls deep. He didn't wait for permission, he just took that as permission to power fuck my ass. For the next half hour it only got more and more intense. And then he went into overdrive and I knew his load was close. Inside my ass started to feel like a cum tsunami. Blast after Blast of his hot cum painted my gut walls. Then he collapsed on my back and lay there regaining his breath. It was only after a moment that I began to think and fear this might be it. Just him, no buddies. I decided to take the high road and not complain. He finally climbed off me and pointed me towards the bathroom door. He encouraged me to make myself comfortable and take the second door that led into the bedroom when I was ready. Damn I thought. Only him and no toxic excitement. But if that's what he wanted for his money, who was I to complain.

“Because I crave cock & my hole needs cum. Any kind of cum. It’s in my nature.” “Any spun slut can say that, give me a better answer boy.” Each syllable that came out of his beautifully dick sucking lips was followed by his short breaths. “Because it’s my destiny to serve a higher purpose. The defiance to what everyone else thinks, the debauchery that it offers. The comfort of knowing I wasn’t alone in having these fantasies. Please…tell me you’re close… please..I can’t wait any longer” A decent answer that deserves to a reward. “No, not anytime soon.” Brandon’s back was glistening from the sweat. The heat was as if the sun was still up rather than it being a little after midnight. Change of plans. I instructed him to stay still while I lowered the temperature and gather some gear. My precum was less than I’d hope when I pulled out. The usual trail that would be oozing from the hole downwards was shorter. I initially entered the room to his ass up on all fours, fully nude. It would be a standard initiation I imagined. The same place where I had initiated 2 other members. No frills and procedural. Yet Brandon’s determination & approach paralleled that of mine. I had to pass the baton onto him. Favouritism was discouraged within the brotherhood for we were all equal, but many had bent the rules irrespective of rank. Samael was fond of me during the first couple of months. We would have our alone time after every gathering. The earlier members were envious and weren’t shy of it. They were 5 of them. All had joined when it was half its size. They taught me a lesson one time after a full moon ritual. We had initiated a new member who Samael brought home after. Most of us left once Samael’s gone. Perhaps it was expected that each new member would be given more attention? I had no resentment. Each of us was fair game. There was no concept of having a partner as the bond of the brotherhood transcend our past heteronormative world. As I made my exit, I was ambushed. A sudden kick to my calf dropped me onto the ground and the next thing I knew, my hands were yanked back, wrists bounded together by a rope. My feet were tied as tight in a bunch with my hands. Any attempts to scream were futile as we were in an abandoned warehouse far from the city. This is where we normally meet. The atmosphere was still and quiet. Similar industrial buildings nearby were left in destitute. Aside from the seasonal squatters, there was no sign of civilization within a mile radius. “So far you’ve had your pleasure, it’s time for you to learn what pain is” There I was on the floor, hogtied and hard rock from the humiliation. My jock couldn’t contain it. One of my captors first noticed it before drawing closer. Ben had a stocky hairy body. In addition to the leather vest and chaps, he had a pair of studded knee high boots on. Lifting his right leg, he stomped onto my lower back. I howled from the pressure of the sole digging into my flesh. He kept his foot down for a while before lifting it. A deceptive relief. Moments after the painful pressure returned but with the other leg. I howled less. The alternations had a sadistic rythm. I couldn’t predict it. I would tense up expecting another even if there wasn’t any. Once I was certain he was done, I let out an exhale. “Don’t think we’re done yet” I was paralyzed from the constrictions. It was impossible to look up or around fully. Just straight ahead. The little upward tilts I could make with my head only permitted me to see up to their waist. Any more would strain my neck. My pleas remained incomprehensible from the gag. I suddenly sensed a touch on my hole. A thumb brushing onto it. I was hard again. The thumb lifted and returned, moist before circling to ease myself. “You’re lucky to have precumed so much man, we never use lube” The thumb popped easily. Then the index finger. Finally the middle. My hole welcomed it. Whoever was fingering me knew what he was doing. I was moaning back to how I was during the ritual. The fingers started to feel coarser than before..leaving a burning sensation within me. “Really goddamn lucky to have this much precum. Have some” The gag was taken off. My mouth was liberated for a split second before being stuffed again by a cum coated hand. It was different to the one that was still working my hole. Even before joining, I was no stranger to receiving cum at any given chance. It’s what made me part of the brotherhood. The smell and the salty bitter taste in both my ends fuelled my inner pig. When the fingering came to a halt, a heightened wave of horniness swept me. My heart raced faster. Sweats formed. Granted, I had a few puffs earlier but this was unrelated. I started to huff. My breaths were deeper, heavier and louder than before. I heard snickers and Ben mentioning how fast I learn. “This one has potential fellas. Look at that fuckin body. Who knows, it could be him standing here one day” Ben crouched down to get closer. He had a sinister grin when he spoke. “From the looks of it, this doesn’t seem to be a punishment, does it? No?” I could only shake my head. The eye contact we made conveyed more than what I could verbalize. He saw the look of lust from my diluted pupils. He saw the pores on my face perspiring in hunger. He knew I had given into full submission. Before he stood up, he held my chin down to spit in it. I quietly thanked him. My hole was invaded again. This time it was inanimate. A plug I assumed. Metal. Cold contact. It easily popped in. Lighter than I expected. It was different than other plugs I’ve had. It was as if my hole was exposed, expanded in some way. What a fool I was for mistaking the tunnel for a plug. The knot that held my limbs were then adjusted. It got tighter and caused me to arch. My legs were spread wider apart. My hollow hole could feel the draft. Footsteps then followed. Ben and the rest got closer. I hear straps being unbuckled and zippers being pulled. Were they undressing? I couldn’t contain myself. I can tell my brothers were standing around me. Aside from my spun out breaths, there was dead silence. In an instant, a gush of concentrated chem piss expelled into my hole. The stream shot in an arc, its trajectory uninterrupted and precise by Ben. Not a drop wasted. The same couldn’t be said for the rest. The 3rd brother overflowed my hole. My brothers had to wait for the puddle of piss I contained to turn shallower. Not even halfway through his piss, the next person made my hole spill over again within seconds before jumping in front of me to make it drink it. I slurped with no complaints. The last one couldn’t wait and took the liberty to finish all over my back. Was it the sound of the liquid filling my hole up to the brim? Or was it the hypnotizing stench that lingered? It might also be the heat from the chems, accompanied by the piss covering most of my body. All that matters is that I was in overdrive. It was moments like this where I knew what my calling was. I couldn’t thank my brothers enough. I was left by them for a while to take everything in. Absoring not just their filthy piss but what had transpired. Not a single iota of regret nor shame. Even after sobering up, I look back with zero disgust. I wonder if Brandon could handle what I went through. I returned to Brandon with a duffle bag of goodies. I made him put on stained white jock and commanded him to spread himself eagle style on the mattress. I then took out some ropes and started to knot an anchor at each point. Brandon was proactive. He knew where to place his hands and feet within the loops. There was no turning back now…does he know what’s in store?

I just realised I never did an update, after my sauna visit on Sunday. I went with the usual intention of getting as much raw cock and as many loads in me as possible, but I was very conscious about the latest results of the poll. I got on my knees/showed off my arse wherever possible in the darkroom, against gloryholes, in the steam room, in the sauna and in cubicles. It took a little while for things to happen, but most of the action was in the darkroom and through the glory holes. There was a bit of cubicle interest (I had a blindfold on), but not a lot. I did put number of loads taken on my arse, but that didn't really generate any response. I managed 12 fucks (including a mate of mine who recognised me and thought he'd slip his raw cock in me) and 6 loads. Pretty good really. The ratio of fucks to loads is improving. Here's hoping this Sunday is even better.

I tight end eh? Not too tight I bet

Chapter V. I extracted myself from the tangle of bodies now surrounding and devouring my boy. He had two cocks in his ass, one in his mouth, one in each hand, and was already covered with cum, much of which I knew was POZ. I backed out of the room, completely overwhelmed by the raw sex show all around me. I climbed the stairs, providing an overview of the debauchery below. The twin bartenders were tag-teaming a muscle stud on the bar, and the POZ pornstar had five asses turned up in front of him. He would plow one hole for a few strokes and then move onto the next eager bottom. I was mesmerized, but still needed to catch my breath. The bathroom was the first door I opened, and I let myself in. I turned on the faucet and let the water run, seeing my face in the mirror. My cock was shiny from double-fucking my boy and stirring so much cum from other guys that my pubes were clotted with seed. I turned around and saw just how much George had abused my ass with his rough fucking. I pushed out and globs of his toxic load oozed out. I knew it was me in the mirror, but I was different: I was now a cumwhore. And I liked it. The door opened behind me. It was Brad, our hulking sexy hunk host. “You okay,” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned. I nodded. “You come up here hoping I would follow you?” I wasn’t sure myself what to answer. He approached me and wrapped his muscular arms around me with a tight bear hug. I melted into his furry pecs. He reached around and fingered my gaping hole. “Hope George wasn’t too rough on you. Let me soothe that burning hole for you…” Brad took my hand and let me through a connecting door to the master bedroom. There, on a huge king-sized bed, was my boy, ass up. Brad closed and locked the door behind me. “This way, we won’t be disturbed,” he remarked with a smile. The walls were glass on three sides, overlooking the beach and the ocean. It was a stunning view, but I knew anyone on the beach could look up and see what was happening upstairs. Brad positioned me down next to my boy, face in the mattress, ass up. He pressed the small of my back so it was arched. My boy reached over and held my hand as Brad dove in and started lapping at my hole, sucking out George’s cum, and chewing on me. He got me moaning, which my boy silenced by shoving his tongue down my throat. Brad pulled away from my ass and went to town on my boy’s much more open, much more cummy hole. He got a mouth full of strangers’ seed as he worked his fingers into my ass. He then pried me open and spit those loads into me. My boy might have gotten more dick, but I was quickly catching up to his load count. Brad fingered more cum out of my boy and smeared it onto his huge cock. He leaned forward, all of his masculine weight on my back, and chewed on my ear. “I’ve already bred your boy once, but he wanted to be here for this, sharing in your conversion…” I shivered as my boy reached over and jerked Brad’s cock with one hand, aiming it at my hole, as with the other he pried my cheeks apart so Brad could slip in without any difficulty. And so it was: my hole opened up and took every inch until I felt Brad bottom out. I’d never felt so full, or so resigned to something that I knew I wanted all along. Brad was gentle as he fucked me, with measured pace, and controlled rhythm. I sensed that he wanted this to last, but he might have taken longer because he had, after all, just POZZED my boy. His breathing became shallower and quicker, but his hips rocked forward at a steady pace. “I’m gonna breed you, seed you, convert you, change you forever, make you mine, own your pussy, just like all the others…” With that, he held his hips still, balls deep in me, firing off his POZ cum deeper into my guts than I had ever been bred before. My boy held my head, cradling me, and kissed me gently as Brad slowly withdrew. Brad climbed around and slipped his tool between our mouths, and we both dutifully sucked it clean. Kissing my boy around the cock that had just POZZED us both seemed so right, so natural. Brad bent down and tenderly kissed us both. He excused himself and my boy wrapped himself around me. Notwithstanding the noise from the party downstairs, we both nodded off, and awoke hours later as the sun was rising over the ocean. The house was silent, and only the sound of the waves on the shore filled the room. My boy kissed me, and took my hand as we got up, and tiptoed out of the house. We passed more than a dozen naked guys in the living room, all knocked out, many of them knocked up. We held hands as we walked down the beach, both naked and sore, but both very content with what had happened. We knew we could catch the first ferry to get into the city and see a doctor right away for PEP, but we didn’t. We sat on the shore as the sun climbed higher and higher, knowing that we’d be back at Brad’s getting bred, together, sooner rather than later.

Chapter IV. George slid his body up and down mine. His cock was wet from precum and his spit, and the cum freshly leaking from my boy’s ass, now smeared all over my crack. I shuddered as I felt the head of George’s cock start to enter me. He hissed into my ear as he started to fuck me, “Brad bred me, just like he’s bred most of the guys here tonight. He POZZED most of them…” I groaned knowing that I was taking a raw POZ cock inside of me for the first time, and that he wouldn’t pull out until he had cum. I groaned as I felt more and more full of his cock sink into my guts. I reached out to grab my boy’s hand only to find a tangle of bodies. Somewhere under those writhing muscular forms, my boy was no doubt taking cock. George pulled out of me and laid me down sideways on the sofa, bending me in half so he could really drive into me. A few guys were jerking off, encouraging me to ‘take that toxic load!’ ‘Get yourself ready for Brad’s cock!’ George’s pace and intensity picked up as his balls slammed against me, and sweat poured off of him. He rammed against my hole and must have been cumming in me. All I could sense was that any burning or pain was somehow made wetter and cooler. George pulled out quickly and disappeared into the crowd and by then, no one seemed to be paying attention to me any more; they were all focused on the tangle of bodies around my boy. From the crowd’s cheers, I guessed that Brad must have been fucking him. I couldn’t help but finger my own cummy hole as I knew that my boy was taking another POZ cock. ‘Bring him to me,’ Brad’s voice boomed as someone hoisted me up and led me to the action. Brad was sitting on the sofa, fucking my boy facing him, bouncing up and down on his cock, Brad’s muscular arms holding him tight. ‘Fuck him with me!’ I was ordered to participate in my boy’s ongoing cumdump initiation. I lined up my cock as Brad kept hammering away. Even though I was totally hard, my ass leaking POZ seed, it took a few tries to get my cock inside my boy’s ass, stretched wider than I had ever seen it. My boy was moaning and whimpering, flailing like a ragdoll as we used his hole. It was amazing seeing seed pour out of his hole, stretched tight against my cock, sliding next to Brad’s thick tool. I was so overwhelmed that I came almost immediately, adding my load to the now-countless loads steaming out of my boy. The guys around cheering everything on. As I pulled out, feeling my cummy dick against Brad’s huge alpha cock, it was all too much. I needed some air. I pulled out all the way of my boy as another well-muscled top edged his way to the front of the group and slid his raw cock into my boy. I felt like slinking out of the house and just disappearing. To be continued…

Chapter III. The music picked up and the few guys standing around wearing clothes started to disrobe, jerking off to the live sex show unfolding before them. Brad was still dressed, and knelt down to my boy’s ass. He spread my boy’s cheeks and sunk in two fingers. My boy’s hole opened up to accept those fingers. Seed started to burble up onto Brad’s fingers. He held them up to my mouth and I sucked them clean. My boy moaned and started fingering his own asshole. “You ever seen this much cum leaking out of his hole before?” I shook my head. “I bet all the tops’ cocks are going to be filthy cummy messes when they pull out of him. How does that make you feel?” “Hot as fuck…” I gasped out seeing stranger’s cum, at least some of it POZ, trailing down my boy’s thighs. Brad stood up and summoned two guys to come forward. I recognized one of them as they bartender who had made our drinks earlier. I thought I was seeing double and then realized that they were twins. They held hands as they walked forward. One of them grabbed my boy’s hips and pulled his black boxer briefs down as a huge dick plopped out. The other guy approached my boy’s mouth and gagged him with his cock. Choking on one dick, the twin’s brother entered my boy and started jackhammering his pussy. I could see white frothy cum being forced out of my boy’s ass and around the base of his dick. He didn’t last long and pulled out, blowing his load on my boy’s ass, then working his seed in as deeply as it would go with some hardcore thrusts.. His brother flipped my boy over and sunk his bare dick into the hole that his twin had just bred. The first twin smacked his cummy dick across my face and nodded to Brad, who had lost his shirt by this time, revealing a tattoo peeking out of his pants on his hip. I shuddered to think it might be a biohazard symbol. Brad guided that cummy dick into my mouth for me to clean off. I wrapped my hands around to his ass and was surprised to find it leaking cum too; I had figured that this alpha stud would have been a top. I sucked my finger clean of some stranger’s cum and the guy leaned down. “My brother and I share everything, even Brad’s dirty cum!” He kissed me and then pushed away and disappeared as I took in the suggestion that Brad was POZ. The other twin took his time, but I knew he was close as he picked up the pace. He didn’t pull out to cum, nor did he go balls deep, pulling out so just the head of his cock was in my boy’s hole. I watched as his balls contracted, spewing seed inside my boy. He pulled out and nodded to Brad, who guided his cummy cock into my mouth, which I dutifully cleaned, swallowing every drop of the mix of several dudes’ cum. Brad smiled in approval as I fingered the other brother’s cummy hole too. With my chin dripping cum, Brad stood me up and pulled my shorts down, leaving me just in my jockstrap. He summoned George who bent me over on the sofa, next to my boy, who was, by this time, taking another raw cock. George started eating my ass as he held my hands behind my back. I turned my head just as the guy fucking my boy started to cum, shooting his cum deep inside. George pulled off of my ass and sucked a mouthful of cum from my boy’s pussy, spitting it into my own hole. Another guy started fucking my boy as George slapped my bare ass with his cock. He put all of his body weight on me, pressing me into the cushions and hissing into my ear. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna breed you, like I bred your boy. You’re gonna take my gift, then Brad’s gonna breed you both. Think you can handle that?” I nodded in approval, letting go of control. George released my hands, and they immediately started spreading my cheeks wide, preparing to take his cock, and his ‘gift’. To be continued…

Chapter II. My boy had a huge grin on his face, as sweat poured down his chest, and cum seeped out of his freshly-fucked ass. A few guys dancing around us had just seen me guide a stranger’s cock into my boy’s hole, but it didn’t seem to phase them. Then, George reappeared, this time with a recognizable porn star, who shall remain nameless, in a sexy mesh singlet with the front cutdown to his pubes. This guy used to do safe-only porn, and had only recently started barebacking on camera after he came out as POZ. I had seen twinks line up on screen to take his massive thick cock, and his load. I suspected that many of those twinks on camera were on PrEP, but my boy certainly wasn’t. Even though the last guy to fuck my boy was sexy, he didn’t attract the attention that this POZ porn guy did. Heads turned as George introduced him to my boy. People, strangers, watched as this stud spun my boy around and spread his cheeks wide. The porn stud seems pleased that my boy was already leaking cum. He dove in and started lapping Sam’s seed out of my boy’s hole. A circle of maybe ten guys formed around this star going to town on my boy’s ass. My boy reached around and spread his cheeks wide. “Does this boy belong to anyone here?” He asked to the circle of guys. I nodded and George put his arm around me, smiling. “You gonna let me fuck him?” My boy looked at me with pleading eyes. How could I not nod. “When I fuck, I breed. Pulling out is for pussies.” I just nodded again. This porn god stood up, and bent my boy over so he was grabbing his own ankles. He pulled his singlet low enough to fish out his hefty cock and slapped it against my boy’s ass. He looked right at me. “Get me hard.” I knelt down and took that hefty dick into my mouth. It was the first time I had knowingly sucked POZ cock, and I knew, as he started dripping precum, I was swallowing it. When he was satisfied, he had me hold my boy’s ass cheeks spread wide so he could barefuck my boy. The crowd grew as this guy pumped into my boy. The porn star picked my boy up off the floor, his bare POZ dick still in him, and led him to the sofa. He laid my boy on his back and started pile driving into that ass. Some hunk at the edge of the sofa fished out his dick and offered it to my boy to blow. My boy gobbled that stranger’s cock as this porn star pounded his hole. The stranger was so turned on that he shot his cum in my boy’s mouth. My boy couldn’t gulp it down fast enough, and his face and hair were soon smeared with seed. The porn star loved this and wiped a big glob onto his hand and then dripped it onto his cock as is pistoned in and out of my boy’s pussy. That was the second guy’s cum up his hole, and the crowd applauded. The porn star withdrew and knocked my boy off of the sofa, with his shoulders on the floor, and ass at seat level. He then stabbed his dick back into my boy and kept fucking him. With his hole exposed to the room, another brave horny stranger approached. He jerked his dick right onto my boy’s hole, plugged with thick POZ porn star cock. “Help keep his hole wet,” someone shouted, and the stranger started cumming. The porn star pulled out just as volley after volley of cum went shooting right into my boy’s gaping ass. Load #3 was fucked in by the porn star’s cock. Three guys followed suit, all cumming on my boy’s ass and letting the porn star work that load deep. Load #6 got the porn star so hot that he plunged his dick all the way into my boy’s guts and left it there as he pumped his seed. A round of applause went up around us and the porn star stood up and bowed politely. The music stopped as our host, the infamous Brad appeared. “You guys had an orgy, and didn’t invite the host? Who invited these boys?” George raised his hand. “You breed him?” “Yes, sir.” “How many loads he have in him so far?” My boy, still upside down on the floor shook his head. He didn’t know how many loads were being absorbed into his guts. I’d been keeping tabs, so I spoke up. “Seven, so far.” ‘You two together?” I nodded. “You let this happen to your boy?” I nodded again. “I knew I liked you. Let’s kick things up a notch!” To be continued…

1. After the misery of the post-debate carrying on last night, I had a hunch, so I waited to watch the rally in Carolina to see if I was right or wrong. The President's speech just wrapped up moments ago, and , while it's only my own analysis of the debacle of last night, there's one interesting detail I'd like to point out: One of the rules agreed upon by both parties to the debate last night was that no prepared written notes would be allowed. Each candidate was provided several sheets of paper and a pen, so notes during the debate could be made, by either the President or the other guy. I've noticed during speeches that the President relies, perhaps a bit too heavily, on the teleprompters. During speeches, he clearly looks at the teleprompters constantly. It's only during applause, chants from the crowd, that he looks away and makes the requisite 'eye-contact' with the crowd. Thus, I surmise that without the teleprompters, and in combination with the flood of lies, merde from the King of Bullshitters, our President lost his way. He was deprived of his 'support system', the teleprompters. I'm not suggesting that the other guy prevented the use of notes/teleprompters - he's far too dull to figure that out, but one of his acolytes may have. Now. I suppose one could argue that a President should be able to speak confidently without any visual, pre-recorded prompts like a prepared speech. That fact is, he's old, set in his habits when publicly speaking, and should have either insisted (successfully) on including the teleprompters at the debate, or declined the invitation. He's in his 80's now, and some synapses just don't work as well as they did 40 years ago. That possibility however, in no way indicates impairment of his mental acuity. It merely makes obvious a bad habit, likely developed over many years, of depending on a certain technology - a support system during public appearances. I can and have forgiven him of that, since all of us have developed the same bad habit of depending on technological advances more, perhaps, than we ideally should. That issue, however is hardly enough to disqualify him from the Presidency. 2. Let's imagine the US Government as a gigantic corporation. The President is the CEO, with a huge office (for this purpose, we'll call it the White House), staffed by many employees that have various duties. Let's imagine that this Corporation produces some product, which has come into use world wide. Using that analogy, the CEO of some large, multi-national corporation has, of course, many managers of various divisions within said Corporation - from procurement of materials, to labor relations, to Sales of said item, to Shipping, to servicing of the product to customer relations, on and on and on. Each of these 'divisions' has it's own large staff of employees that actually do the work. The US Government is similarly structured, with "divisions" for every kind of activity any Government anywhere engages in. The CEO relies on the information his employees bring him, to inform his "macro" decisions, and that corporate structure generally works fairly well. However, when one Manager fails to foresee, or investigate some potential problem with an upcoming meeting/conference, the entire operation may become threatened. In this specific case, someone failed to realize how crucial some particular component was to the success of the Company, with a terrible result. That may be a cumbersome analogy, and thanks to those who bothered to read it. After hearing the President's speech this afternoon in Carolina, watching it carefully, I am hopeful that this mistake - omitting the "crucial component" mentioned in the previous paragraph - led to a disastrous result. One can pick at nits - maybe the President shouldn't have become so reliant on teleprompters in the first place, maybe this, maybe that, ad infinitum, but this is a rather reasonable explanation for last night's horror. The inescapable fact however, is with teleprompters, Joe Biden is his very able, very confident, very clearly in-command self. Without them, he's crippled. That fact has not one whit to do with the goals he sets out for his "employees" (in the Corporation example) to follow through on, and for which the Nation has benefitted enormously since his Presidency began.

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.

Absolutely yes to selling my ass. Escorted for a few years with ads posted on the websites that used to allow such things. Having a man pay for sex was a huge confidence booster. Best part time job ever.

The grandsons were surrogate chidden, one from each son that they made in part as gifts for their Dad. Martin and Buster had many years together and loved each other deeply. Love is always a redemption. Isn't it?

I didn't mean to do it. I can’t help myself. I get carried away, overcome by my lust. I was turned on when we met. He was my ideal of a son—a little older than what you’d expect, but, nonetheless, my ideal of a Boy. A perfect fit. He was, at the time, Neg. And I was Poz. We’d anticipated meeting for months. We knew each other’s likes and dislikes. He liked my cigars. I liked his boyish good looks. And when we kissed, it was a dream come true. That first lingering kiss seemed to last forever. He had my stiff, dripping cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees giving me one of those heartfelt blowjobs guys only dream of. I was still smoking my cigar, puffing so hard the room clouded with smoke. When he rose to kiss me, I swapped cigar-spit for that great precum taste. I decided then and there I had to have him. I loosened his belt, and his jeans fell to the floor I teased down his briefs, and slipped my dick between his legs. The way he opened up convinced me. He WANTED it, even though he didn't want bareback with a POZ guy like me. His reluctance doubled my resolve. I was going to convert him. I had my hands under his shirt, working his nips, caressing his body. I gently turned him around, kissing his neck and nibbling his earlobes. My stiff meat found his ass crack. I pushed hard against him. He fell against the wall, bracing himself, mouthing a protest—but by then I had a nip in each hand. My cock found his puckered rosebud, one of those that seemed to scream to be violated. When I pushed in, he went rigid. “Don’t do this to me, Daddy." But I’m one of those guys who, given an inch, will take a yard; and I already had a “foot” in the door. I reached around and kissed him. "It’s gonna be OK. Just relax," I whispered. I had my dick almost all the way in. He wanted to resist, but his physical body needed it bad. All the time I was caressing and comforting him, telling him everything was fine, when it wasn’t. He shuddered and bucked against me. "Take me, Daddy! Make me your Boy!" From then on, he was mine, meeting my every thrust. As much as I was fucking his ASS with my DICK, he was fucking my ROD with his HOLE. I was into heavy strokes, fucking him hard. When I get a hot ass like that, it doesn't take long. "Where do you want it, Boy?" I asked, as if giving him a choice. He bucked so hard, that, had I decided to pull out, it would have been difficult. I plowed him unmercifully. The poison cream gushed out of my shaft into his innards. Again and again his sphincter muscles contracted. His whole body writhed. I was sure he was cumming.

Here..

So happy that the ex-wife and all her friends saw these!

that's how I started getting bred. Chems helped, and I'd get totally twacked out, and seek out ugly fat trolls to breed my shitter. This whole 'romantic' notion of picking the 'right' guy is just bullshit. You're getting pozzed up, it should be by the nastiest, raunchiest, sickest pervs possible.