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I got bred four times throughout my time at cumunion in the dark room last night! Definitely more than I've ever done in one night, and it feels amazing. I loved taking raw cock and moaning for them - it's like a dream come true. It's kind of hard to believe I've taken this hot step now, but now I'm feeling like I should have done this a long time ago and I just want more men inside me. I've been on a bit of a personal journey to embrace riskier fun and embrace my bottom side more. I usually play with older men, and so a lot of the time I happen to end up topping even if I wanted to bottom. Yesterday I decided I really, really needed to bottom and get cum inside of me, and I followed through. I usually get a bit nervous about it and concerned about what my partner might think, but I just knew I had to do it yesterday. I had a light dinner with the partner before heading out and told them I'd be going to the bars, I did not tell him I was planning on getting men to breed me, but he knows I play haha. I left the house cleaned out and prelubed, and had some more drinks at the bars before heading over to cumunion. It was a decent crowd, and the dark room wasn't quite actually dark haha, but it served its purpose, lots of men fucking and breeding. I was determined to bottom, I can't quite recall all the details of how I got into position when and where for each of the fucks, but I did keep track of how many times I got fucked, and by the end of the night I'd been bred four times. The most memorable fuck I was on my knees bent over for a man to fuck me from behind, he was huge and made me moan loudly, so I huffed my poppers and was fortunately able to take him all the way and let him have his way with me. Recounting it now, I'm so horny for being a cumdump this way, which I've never really done before. I never saw who was fucking me, so it was all totally anonymous no questions asked no loads refused breeding. Amazing. I went home later, and I bred my partner with the loads still inside me and told him I'm a slutty boy. I'm a lot less concerned now with what he might think of me doing this, so that's great as well. I'll be looking forward to the next time I get to have men breed me again.

Cody finds his place - Part3/3 Cody was a slutty 25-year-old bottom who had recently been diagnosed with HIV. He wasn't going to let that stop him from enjoying his sex life. He had heard about a visiting party from one of his friends, and decided to check it out. As he walked into the house, he met James who led Cody through the house, introducing him to various people. Cody couldn't help but notice the sexual tension in the air. He was excited to see what the night had in store for him. As the night went on, Cody found himself chatting with a group of guys in the kitchen. One of them, a cute twink named Tyler, caught his eye. They hit it off immediately, and before long, they were making out in the corner. "You're so fucking hot," Tyler whispered in Cody's ear. "You have no idea," Cody replied, grinding his hips against Tyler's. They made their way to one of the bedrooms, and Tyler pulled out a bottle of amyl. Cody's eyes lit up. He loved the rush he got from the drug. They took a hit each, and their bodies tingled with pleasure. Tyler pushed Cody onto the bed, and started kissing his neck. Cody moaned with pleasure, and reached down to stroke Tyler's cock. "Fuck, you're so hard," Cody said. "I know, I can't wait to fuck you," Tyler replied. He pulled off Cody's pants, and started rimming his dirty, sweaty but pleasent ass. Cody moaned with pleasure, and reached back to spread his cheeks. "You like that, don't you?" Tyler said. "Yes, fuck yes," Cody replied. Tyler slid his cock into Cody's ass, and they both moaned with pleasure. Tyler started fucking him harder and harder, and Cody begged for more. "Fuck me harder, Tyler. I want to feel you deep inside me," Cody said. Tyler obliged, and they both came hard. Cody could feel Tyler's hot cum filling him up, and it sent him over the edge. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath. "That was amazing," Tyler said. "Yes, it was," Cody replied. They got dressed, and made their way back to the party. Cody couldn't wait to see what the rest of the night had in store for him. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm actually here," Cody thought to himself, hitting two hits of amyl. He took another two deeps hit, feeling the rush of euphoria flow through his veins. The room around him seemed to blur and sharpen at the same time, and he couldn't help but smile to himself. Cody didn't have to wait long for the next guest to approach him and the man didn't waste any time in getting things started either as he positioned himself between Cody's spread legs his massive cock mere inches away from Cody's hungry, HIV positive hole. "You ready for this?" the Cody asked, his hole winking back at the mystery man. "Fuck, yes," he replied as Cody moaned, grabbed his poppers for another five solid hits of amyl. The man thrust his hips forward, driving his thick cock deep inside Cody's ass. Cody let out a loud, guttural moan, his body shuddering with pleasure as the man began to fuck him with long, hard strokes. "That's right, you little slut," the man growled, his hands gripping tightly onto Cody's hips. "Take it all, you POZ whore." Cody took everything the man had to give him, his own cock bouncing and leaking precum with every thrust. The room around them seemed to grow hotter and hotter, the air thick with the scent of sex. As the man continued to fuck Cody, more and more guests began to gather around them. Some watched with hungry eyes, while others began to stroke their cocks or play with their nipples as they waited their turn. "I want to watch you take it," one of the men said, stepping forward and offering Cody another hit of amyl. Cody eagerly accepted the poppers, taking a six increasingly deeper hit and letting the euphoria wash over him. He looked up at the man, his eyes wide and pupils dilated with pleasure. "Fuck, yes," Cody moaned, spreading his legs even wider. The man didn't need any further invitation he stepped forward and positioned himself behind Cody, his fingers slick with lube as he began to stretch out Cody's hole, preparing him for what was to come. "That's right, you little slut," the man growled, his fingers working deeper and deeper inside Cody's ass. "Take it all, you POZ whore." Cody moaned in pleasure, his body trembling with anticipation as the man continued to stretch him out. He could feel his hole beginning to loosen and relax, the sensation of being opened up driving him wild with desire. "I'm ready," Cody finally gasped, his eyes locking onto the man's as he slowly began to push his arm inside Cody's gaping hole. The man's fist slid inside Cody's ass with ease, the sensation of being fisted sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Cody's entire body. He felt completely and utterly filled, his entire being consumed by the raw, primal pleasure of being fucked and fisted by these men. "Fuck, yes," Cody moaned, his voice a guttural, primal sound as the man began to fuck him with his fist, driving it deeper and deeper inside Cody's destroyed hole. More men began to join in, taking turns in fisting Cody's gaping hole. Cody lost count of how many different men had their way with him, each one leaving him feeling more and more used and destroyed. "That's right, you little slut," one of the men growled, his fist pistoning in and out of Cody's ass with rough, brutal strokes. Cody could feel his hole beginning to stretch and tear, the sensation of his destroyed hole being fucked and fisted over and over again driving him wild with pleasure. He snorted fourt hits of amyl and let out a loud, guttural moan with each thrust, his entire body trembling with raw, primal ecstasy. "Fuck, yes," Cody moaned, his voice a hoarse, primal sound as the man continued to fuck him with his fist, driving it deeper and deeper inside Cody's destroyed hole. As the night wore on, Cody found himself being passed around from man to man, each one taking their turn in destroying his already ruined hole. He lost track of time, the world around him seeming to blur and fade away as he became completely and utterly consumed by the raw, primal pleasure of being used and abused by these men. Finally, after what felt like hours of being fucked and fisted by these men, Cody felt his body begin to give out. He could feel the pleasure beginning to give way to exhaustion, his muscles growing weak and tired as he slowly began to drift off into a state of blissful, post-orgasmic oblivion. "That's right, you little fisting slut," one of the men growled, his fist still buried deep inside Cody's destroyed hole, as he slumped forward, his body trembling. Cody let out one last, guttural moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he finally succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure that had consumed him throughout the night. He felt his body growing limp and lifeless, the world around him seeming to fade away into nothingness as he drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep, thinking of his innocent 'neg bottom days' that were not so long ago. 🙂

Part 3 - One quick prick Cody loved being a bottom all his life and would often miss classes here and there if he was bored but horny. He had always been careful all those years when it came to sex, using condoms and getting tested somewhat ir-regularly. But after all the sex he had this last two months, he was unsure about going and instead ordered a test kit online. He strongly suspected he knew the answer anyway and the rapid test just confrimed it. POZ. Laying there one night processing this new information and trying to figure out what it meant for his future and his sexual encounters, he became curious about what it would feel like to have a raw, bareback dick inside of him, especially after learning about his new status. Some research, Cody had learned that many people living with HIV were still able to have fulfilling and satisfying sex lives. He had even come across a community of people who enjoyed bareback sex with others who were also HIV positive. This community was known as "bug chasers" and "gift givers." All you dirty fuckers reading about Cody right now, continuing to the downfall of future hot slutty cumdump dont say no to any loads or bottoms and was intrigued by this idea and decided to explore it further. One sunny afternoon, he decided to visit the same sauna known for its popularity among gay men that he now loved. He wanted to see if he could find someone who would be willing to have bareback sex with him. As he entered the sauna, he felt a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He knew that he was taking a risk by not using protection, but he couldn't deny the thrill of the unknown and becoming a gift giver. As he walked through the halls of the sauna, he noticed several men looking at him with interest. He smiled at them, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. He made his way to the steam room, where he knew many men would be congregating. Inside the steam room, he spotted a younger man the type who would serve you at a sporting store and would never want anyone to know his love for putting things up his bum. He carried a thick, uncut cock. Approaching the man with a smile on his face and a "Hi there," smile on his face, trying to looks. Looking him up and down before nodding his head in approval. "Dane." he offered without being asked. "Dane," Cody said, extending his hand for a handshake. "My name is Cody." Dane shook Cody's hand firmly, his eyes never leaving Cody's face. "So, Cody," he said, his voice taking on sterious sales tone like he was trying to sell golf clubs. "What brings you to a place like this?" Cody barely hesitated "Honestly?" he asked, looking Dane directly in the eyes. "I need to feel raw cock inside of me." Dane raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued by Cody's admission. "Is that so?" he asked, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "And why is that?" Cody glanced down at the floor before looking back up at Dane. "I recently found out that I'm HIV positive," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know it's risky, but I'm curious about what it would feel like to have unprotected sex with someone, now im positive." Dane nodded his head slowly, seeming to understand where Cody was coming from. "I see," he said, his voice filled with compassion. "Well, I'm HIV Negative as far as i know. But If you're willing I'd be more than happy to give you that experience." Cody felt a surge of excitement course through his veins at Dane's words. He knew that he was taking a risk, but he couldn't deny the allure of the forbidden. "I'm willing," he said, his voice filled with determination. "But only if you agree to some ground rules." Dane cocked an eyebrow, seemingly amused by Cody's request. "And what might those be?" he asked, a playful grin spreading across his face. Cody took a deep breath before launching into his list of demands. "First, I want you to finger my asshole before you fuck me with your cock," he said, his voice taking on a more sultry tone. "And second, I want you to spit on your dick before you slide it inside of me." Dane smirked, clearly amused by Cody's demands. "I can definitely do that," he replied, his voice filled with arousal. "But only if you promise to say my name when you cum." Cody nodded his head in agreement, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Deal, Now, are you going to fuck me, or what?" Dane chuckled softly before reaching out and grabbing Cody by the waist. With a swift motion, he pulled Cody close to him, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Cody could feel Dane's thick cock pressing against his thigh, and he couldn't help but groan into the kiss. Dane broke the kiss before trailing a series of kisses down Cody's neck. Cody could feel his heart racing in his chest as Dane's lips moved lower and lower, eventually reaching Cody's nipples. He groaned softly as Dane's teeth grazed against his sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. Cody could feel his cock growing harder and harder with each passing moment. He reached down between his legs and began to stroke himself in time with Dane who seemed to take this as a sign of encouragement, and he continued to trail a series of kisses down Cody's chest and stomach. Finally, Dane reached Cody's cock and wrapped his lips around it, taking it deep into his throat. Cody moaned loudly, his hands instinctively reaching out to grip onto Dane's hair. Dane sucked on Cody's cock with a practiced ease, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. After a few moments, Dane pulled away from Cody's cock and looked up at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Are you ready for me to finger your ass now?" he asked, his voice filled with arousal. Cody nodded his head eagerly, his eyes filled with desire. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to finger me and then fuck me RAW." Dane smirked before reaching down between Cody's legs and spreading his ass cheeks apart. He bent down and began to lick Cody's asshole, his tongue swirling around the sensitive hole. Cody moaned loudly, his hips bucking up against Dane's face. After a few moments, Dane pulled away from Cody's asshole and reached down between his legs. He spit onto his fingers before sliding them inside of Cody's tight hole. Cody groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back into his head as Dane's fingers began to stretch and prepare his asshole for the upcoming bareback fucking. Dane continued to finger Cody's asshole for several more minutes before finally pulling his fingers out and standing back up. He reached down between his legs and began to stroke his thick, uncut. Cody could feel his heart racing in his chest as he watched Dane's thick cock bouncing up and down between his legs. After a few moments, Dane finally reached down between his legs and spit onto his cock before sliding it inside of Cody's ass moaning loudly, his eyes rolling back into his head as Dane's thick cock began to slide in and out of his hole. Dane began to fuck Cody with good rhythm on each passing thrust, his hips bucking up as he tried to take in as much of Dane's cock as possible. "Fuck, yes," Cody groaned, his voice filled with desire. "Fuck me harder, Dane. I want to feel every inch of your thick cock sliding in and out of my tight asshole." Dane smirked before reaching down between Cody's legs and grabbing onto his hips. He began to fuck Cody with a harder and faster rhythm, his balls slapping up against Cody's ass with each passing thrust. Cody moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back into his head as Dane's thick cock continued to slide in and out of his hole. "You like that, don't you?" Dane growled, his voice filled with arousal. "You like feeling my thick cock sliding in and out of your tight asshole." Cody nodded his head eagerly, his eyes filled with desire. "Yes, I love feeling your thick cock sliding in and out of my tight asshole." Dane smirked before reaching down between Cody's legs and grabbing onto his cock. He began to stroke Cody's cock in time with his own. After a few moments, Cody could feel his orgasm building up inside of him. He groaned loudly, his hips bucking up against Dane's as he tried to take in as much of Dane's cock as possible. Finally, with a loud cry of pleasure, Cody came hard all over Dane's hand. Dane smirked before pulling his cock out of Cody's asshole and reaching down he began to stroke his thick, uncut cock with a practiced ease. Cody watched as Dane's thick cock began to throb and pulse with each passing stroke. Finally, with a loud cry of pleasure, Dane came hard all over Cody's chest and stomach. Cody groaned softly, his eyes filled with desire as he watched Dane's thick, white cum spurting out all over him. Dane collapsed down onto the floor next to Cody, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Cody turned his head to look at Dane, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "That was amazing," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. Dane smirked before reaching out and pulling Cody close to him, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Cody moaned softly into the kiss, his hands instinctively reaching out to grip onto Dane's hair. As they lay there looking up at a blank nothing ceiling, Cody couldn't help but feel grateful for the experience that he knew Dane just took all the risk and not him by not using or asking for protection, or if he really understood what positive meant but he couldn't deny the allure of the forbidden. For now, at least, he was content to let unsuspecting tops fuck him bareback, and he was excited to see what other adventures the future might hold.

Chapter 7 And that´s what we did. Once for Taron again, once for Jamal. And my head was flying. Fuck was I high! I felt invincible enough to take on these two guys and their cocks! But something bothered me… “Guys, I think that was enough of that… smoke. I´m really high and I think it´s good like that… Okay?” I was looking at Jamal pleadingly, who was sitting before me on the sofa. I had just serviced his cock some more and he had told me to keep my hands on his feet, wrapped in those enigmatically white socks, so only my moth would touch his cock. I found that weird at first but… after a while, it turned out to be really fucking hot! It gave him even more control over me and I loved that after a while. He was treating my mouth well with his cock, which I was hyperaware of while it was gliding over my lips and… “Hmm okay Jakey, we can stop the smoking I guess. Right Taron?” Taron came up from working my hole with his tongue and a finger, relaxing me bit by bit for what would be the biggest treat my hole had ever had. “Sure thing! I´m sure you´ll take us, right baby?” “Yes… I mumbled, already licking Jamal´s cockhead again. I withdrew slightly. “Thanks guys. I Mean, you can go on of course, I just guess am not used to it and so…” Taron´s hand pushed my head from behind down on Jamal´s cock again. “Don´t you worry too much Jakey, we´re gonna take really good care of ourselves, each other and your sweet hole right here!” With that, he pushed a finger in to the knuckle and made me flinch around the cock in my mouth, but I made sure not to hurt it. Who knew what would happen then, I thought… I was just relieved, really, that they didn´t want to pump me full of more drugs. Right? “By the way Baby, you wouldn´t make us cover up, would you?” Taron asked casually, while working his finger in and out of my hole. “Cover up…? Oh, you mean condoms?” “Yeah, right… Wouldn´t that be a waste of intimacy? Our cocks sliding into your pussy, flesh on flesh. Not even to mention you wouldn´t get our cum into you!” I was a bit baffled. I actually had a condom with me. But it definitely wouldn´t fit these guys. “I mean… do you have some?” I asked, nervously. Having their cum in me probably would be really hot, but I just met them! And… what we were doing didn’t exactly prove to me that they were a safe crowd. Jamal interrupted “No baby, of course not! You have seen our cocks, they barely fit into any condom anyway. And an entry without a condom is so much smoother, it´s essential for us to being able to properly fuck a hole without hurting the poor owner. Just imagine the friction our cocks would cause on your sphincter with a rubber…” He was shaking his head with a sad expression. “We wouldn´t want to do that to anybody. Sex should be about pleasure, right?” he said, and was staring deeply into my eyes. “Yeah… I guess…” I answered meekly. I really wanted them, I couldn’t just leave here like that, but… Taron suddenly withdrew his finger and I was pulled out of my thoughts and yelped a little. Then I felt something small but hard slightly entering me and then something else… A liquid? “What are you doing?” “Just a little important work in helping you reach your full potential sweety…” Taron murmured. That´s when a burning started to form in my hole. “What the…?!” I tried to look back, but Jamal put his hands on my head and made sure I was looking at him. “Don´t worry baby, this will just help you relax your hole. Or something like that.” he added with an evil grin. “Anyway, to prepare you for the events about to come!” Taron snickered. How could this make me relax? Maybe it was some kind of numbing cream? It certainly doesn´t feel very relaxing right now, but maybe it needs some time to work, I thought. And well, I was at least right about that part! “Oh don´t you worry Baby! I see it in your eyes, you´re thinking so much again, right? Don´t. Just go with the flow! We made you feel really good so far, haven’t we? We gave you our wonderful cocks and you want to give us your beauftiful hole! It´s only natural! So we should do it. And since we know how to handle a sweet boy like you, we´re doing everything we need to, to ensure we´re all having a really good time, okay?” “I was looking up at him with wide eyes and nodded after a second. This was so fucked up, so kinky, nasty and risky, but it´s a fucksession I never dreamed of and I didn’t want it to end. “Okay?” Jamal said this time, more sternly. “Uh, yes!” I answered instinctively. “Good boy!” Jamal again caressed my head with his fingertips and I felt electricity shooting through me. “You´re feeling it, don´t you baby?” “Yes… I feel something… the burning is gone and it feels electric and good and…” I hesitated to go on, but then I figured that all modesty was lost here anyway. “It feels like my hole is empty!” Jamal grinned and threw Taron a gaze, who had rustled with his equipment behind me and now spoke up. “Good, that means, that it´s working! It makes a hole wonderfully hot! It´s gonna get a bit more intense even and then you´ll be ready…” he made a pause, while leaning down, his finger gracing the outside of my hole, while his head appeared beside my ear and he whispered the rest straight into it “…to take both of our big, black dicks after each other into that wonderful, sweet white hole. And you will feel amazing, stretched to your limits. And never wanting something else again than big cocks, pounding your pussy, making your whole body feel good with it and taking the cum they offer you as a reward, when you did your job well.” He withdrew and focused on my hole again, pushing first one and then two fingers in easily, a satisfied smirk on his lips. They didn´t even await a response from me. For them, everything was settled. They got me high, on my knees, naked, cages and booty bumped. And I didn´t offer any resistance anymore whatsoever.

Well done slut. The cravings only get more intense. To the point where u become a rabid cum slut for raw cock

Part 7 a new beginning The first days were very awkward for Tj because now that he was out of the barn, he had access to his cell phone again, he had contact with the outside world again and he was also no longer alone. Because he was now in Peter's house and since Peter usually worked from home he was no longer alone like he was in the barn. He could also go outside and apparently he had missed that because although it was not warm outside he was outside almost all day. It was also strange to have clothes back on because his entire time in the barn had not even had his underpants on. When Tj put his cell phone back on he had over 100 messages from both his friends and his family and he huge amount of work to answer them and he realized that soon he would have to return to his old life and tell them what had happened to him, but for now he was on cloud nine with Peter and enjoyed every moment. Whenever Peter took a break from work he looked for Tj and like a real new couple in love, they could not keep their hands off each other then. Peter's cock was emptied several times a day and now that Tj's cock was freed from his penis cage he too was satisfied several times a day. But after a week of exploring and discovering each other, Peter thought it was time for them to sit down together and have a talk about how they were going to handle it next. P: How do you feel now that you are here with me. T: I love it, it actually exceeds my wildest dreams. P: I also think it's blissful that you're here, but I'd love to know how we're going to get on. Because although I like this honeymoon, I guess this can't last. T: I see. You mean I also have to go to work or something. P: oh no I don't mean that honey, for me you don't have to work I can certainly support you I don't mean that. P: no I mean I want to go out with you, take you to parties. But if I take you then you can't go with me as my equal though Tj's eyes twinkled T: I understand what you mean, although I enjoy your loving side immensely, yet you made me extremely horny when you dominated me. Now Peter's eyes twinkled. P: yeah, are you serious? I enjoyed it too when I had you completely in my power. T: I want to stay here with you, and I also give you the right to decide what happens to me. P: So you want to become my submissive partner and be completely under my authority. T: yeah, as long as I don't have to go back to the barn. P: no, of course not my little piggy. P: you can perfectly well stay here but as my sub. T: ok then, but before I completely surrender to you I have to put some things in order. P: like what? T: uh, cancel my apartment, inform my parents and friends and move my stuff here. P: ok you get 1 week and after that you are completely mine and I decide what you do, who you do it with and where you go and stand. From then on I completely control your life. Do we have a deal? T: Deal. P: So tomorrow you start cleaning up your old life and if you want to enjoy your freedom again, then that's the time because do it. T: What do you mean P: If you want to be the whore one more time and decide for yourself who fucks that cunt of yours you should do that because after that I'll decide who fucks that cunt of yours. Tj started laughing. T: I wouldn't even know where to go to get my pussy fucked. I have no experience yet, my experience is in the barn and here with you but in the outside world I am still green behind my ears you know. Now Peter had to laugh. P: just go to the sauna, the park, or public toilet and stick your ass up your pussy will be filled. For a pozz pig like you, I guess that won't be a problem. P: Just realize that when you knock on my door again that I will only open it when you are on your knees and submit to me completely. Tj's eyes twinkled and he nodded and gave Peter a loving kiss. That night they had sex one last time as 2 equals and when they woke up the next morning and said goodbye Tj left for his old life for a while. The way back was very strange for Tj because the last time he took this road he was still a straight boy looking for himself and now he was already a trained pozz pig who knew his true nature. Getting back into civilization was also very strange and he was having trouble being able to behave normally because for the last few weeks, other than with Peter and once with his friends, he had not seen or talked to other people. Also, this was the first time since his transformation to pozz pig that he had seen other men. When he previously saw dudes it was without any sexual thoughts but now if he saw a man who was just a little bit good looking he had all the trouble to control himself and not fall down on his knees to start sucking that man's cock. Every time he saw a man he had to remind himself to act normal and not let go of his inner pig. The first thing he did was meet with his best friend, and with his knees buckling and afraid of his reaction told him that he had not actually been on a trip but had been searching for himself and had found himself. He told him that he had met a man who had taught him his true nature and that he was now in a relationship with him and would be living with him. His friend was stunned because he had not seen this coming, but had no problem with his choice and wished him all the best and hoped they could continue to see each other. Without Tj telling him that he was now a pozz pig, he still spent the entire evening talking about his transformation from straight to gay and his friend was genuinely happy for him and wished him well. They agreed that he would soon introduce his partner and that one night they would go out together. That reassured Tj to tell others. Not all his friends were as happy for him and some also wanted nothing more to do with him, but Tj had taken this into account and knew that when he went back to sir that he would have to have no more contact with them. After terminating his apartment it was time to inform his parents. As Tj parked his car in his parents' driveway he felt his stomach turn, he was extremely scared to tell home that he was now falling for men and that tomorrow he would move in with his new lover and stay with him for good. With knees buckling he opened the door and his mother came rushing toward him, took hold of him and gave him a kiss. And asked what had happened to his hair. Tj said he would explain later and when they came into the kitchen his brother and father were sitting at the table. T: mom and dad I have to tell you something. Tj told them that he had not been traveling as he had said. But that he was in a knot with himself and needed to find out what was wrong with him. He told them that he was searching for his orientation and that he had met someone who wanted to help him with that. That man had let him discover that he had actually been attracted to men all his life and that he had fallen in love with him and would soon move in with him. Tj's mother and brother couldn't believe their ears and his mother started to cry but took hold of her son and told him that it didn't matter who he fell for. Tj wanted to give his brother a hug but he pulled away and said he needed time to process this. Tj looked at his father to figure out his reaction but Tj's father didn't budge, he got up said nothing and left. Tj felt bad and wanted to leave as soon as possible because this was not the reaction he had hoped for, he had expected them to react this way but thinking and experiencing it was still something else and not to mention that he had actually become a submissive dirty pozz pig and that this was his true nature. Tj's mother took another good hold of him and told him that he was always welcome at home and that he should bring his friend when the initial emotions of his brother and father had subsided a bit. Tj drove with tears in his eyes to the motel he had booked for his last night alone. When he got to his room and recovered from the initial emotions, he was glad that this was behind him, and that he was now really ready to surrender completely to sir. For although he had doubted for a moment whether this was the best decision, he was convinced that he had made the best choice. For every time he thought of sir his cock almost jumped out of his pants. All week he had had the opportunity to be the whore but had not done so, although his cunt begged for a cock every day. One because he didn't really have the time and two because he wanted to be completely loyal to sir and let only him decide who fucked his cunt. Tj felt the horniness and desire for a cock in his pussy rising again that last night and was also craving a dose of Tina immensely. For a moment he played with the thought of going to a sauna or something but didn't. He wanted to stay faithful to Peter and sent him a message asking him what time he expected him. Peter sent back that he expected Tj at his place around noon and that he should leave all his grievances in his car, take off his clothes outside and wait naked on his knees at the door. There he would also see what to do next. Tj sent back one last message and then crawled into his bed. The next morning when he got up he felt a healthy dose of excitement, more of a longing, a desire to finally be able to give himself fully to sir. He got ready and got into his car and drove to meet his new life. When he arrived at Peter's house he got out and took off his clothes and threw them in his car and stepped to the front door and got down on his knees. There was a filled glass with a notice under it, a blindfold and knee pads next to it. The bill simply said drink the glass empty, put on the blindfold and knee pads and wait at the door which Tj did. Nerves he no longer had, he only had a great desire to be able to completely surrender himself to sir and give him all decision-making power over him. Tj sat on his knees waiting as he had done many times in the barn, but now he sat outside where everyone could see him sitting. Although no one lived nearby and there was very little chance of anyone seeing him he still found this very exciting and suddenly he also heard a car approaching. Tj now completely did not know what to do. Should he stay put or run away because he was sitting there naked on his knees blindfolded in front of the front door and he felt that the G he had taken was already starting to work well. He didn't have much time to think because the car was stationary and he heard the car door open and close again. Although he was already getting tremendously horny from the G Tj's heart was pounding in his throat, but he still remained tense. Suddenly he felt a hand on his head. Tj almost started to piss from fear, but then he felt a metal collar being put around his neck and a chain being put on. It couldn't have been anyone but sir because who else would do this. P: What a loyal and good boy you are. Waiting so briskly and not running away when you hear something you don't expect. T: I am waiting for you sir. Peter gave him a pat to his head. P: remember from now on you are under my authority boy and you speak only when I say you may speak understood or do I have to put you back in the barn to teach you manners. T: no sir. P: good boy. Did you make good use of this week to close down your old life. T: yes sir. P: so you are ready to surrender to me completely. T: yes sir. P: did you take advantage of it to be the whore pig. T: no sir I wanted to remain completely loyal to you. Peter started laughing. P: boy, your cunt will not be used only by me you know. I will sell your ass, give it to others and let you serve them. Or did you think you would only get my cock in your ass for the rest of your life. T: no sir, but I only wanted you to still decide who could fuck my cunt and wanted to be faithful to that. P: hmmmmm, that's nice of you boy. That cunt of yours must be in the mood for a cock I suspect. Isn't it pig. T: oh yes sir, I've been longing for a cock since I left here. Every man I met I wanted to hump and offer my ass. But I managed to restrain myself from being completely faithful to you. P: I love to hear that boy. It proves you are a real pig if you want to jump every man. Then you must be pleased with what I have in store for you. Tj nodded but didn't know what sir had in mind for him, but was sure he would like it. P: bend over slut that I can inspect your cunt. Tj leaned forward and felt Peter go into his cunt with his finger. P: We will have to give you another good shave tomorrow pig but for now you look fine. Tj felt how his pussy started to burn and by the huge burning feeling Tj knew that sir had put more than 1 shard in his pussy. Then Tj felt the chain being pulled and he had to follow sir. Tj wanted to crawl on his knees and follow sir. P: stand up pig or we won't be there tomorrow. Peter guided Tj to the car and pushed him on the back seat. P: lay down slut then I can put your dick back in his cage. Tj laid down on his back and sir took hold of Tj's stiff cock and squeezed it very hard. Tj started moaning in pain. P: control yourself boy. Your pain doesn't interest me and you don't have to have a stiff dick either. Tj's cock had gone limp by now and so sir was able to put him back in his cage. Tj heard how the door slammed and how the car started. Without saying a word they drove around for at least 15 min. After they were driving for about 10 min, Tj felt that the Tina in his ass was doing a good job and he couldn't contain himself anymore and started playing with his pussy. Peter looked back in his mirror and saw that Tj was playing with himself. P: yeah pig, play good with that pussy. Just give a show to anyone who wants to see it. For a moment Tj did not care who could see him or not, his cunt needed to be filled and although his 5 fingers were deep in his cunt it was not enough and he started moaning. At that moment sir stopped driving and got out and opened the back seat door and pulled Tj out of the car. P: Get out pig, you've played enough. Because of the Tina and the G, Tj didn't care where he was and that he was getting out of the car naked, he was so horny and high that he got out of the car without hesitation. Peter pulled the chain and Tj followed without knowing where he was going and because of the chems he also needed some help from sir to stay upright. But from the sounds he had to be somewhere in a park or forest because it was fairly quiet and really only heard leaves rustling from trees. After walking for a while and still not saying a word, sir stopped. P: get on all fours pig. P: No matter what happens you stay here, don't take off your blindfold and refuse nothing understood. Don't disappoint me pig T: yes sir. Tj felt sir securing the chain to a tree, how he pushed a few more shards into his cunt. Tj also felt sir write something on back with a marker and then leaving him alone. Although Tj was enormously horny because of the chems, he was tense for a moment because of the situation he was in. He found it tremendously exciting but still had some anxiety. Who saw him sitting here like this, where was he and what would happen to him. But he didn't have long to think about that because before he realized it he felt a pair of hands on his ass. At first the hands on his ass still startled him but when he felt fingers being inserted into his pussy his horniness took over and he pushed his ass back so his pussy was nicely visible. He heard how the man opened his pants and got on his knees behind him. Tj felt the unknown man push his glans against his sphincter and drill his way into his pussy. Tj felt a huge surge of horniness wash over him because this was the first time he felt so slutty. For the first time an unknown man was fucking his pussy and he had absolutely no idea where he was, who was fucking him and if there were others watching. But he didn't really care, the fact that his pussy was filled with a cock was the most important thing and only now did he fully understand what sir meant once he was pozz he would be completely free. Because now he didn't have to take anything into account when he got fucked, he could just offer his cunt and have a load dumped into it. That idea only made Tj even hornier and he was proud to be a dirty pozz pig. By now the unknown man was fucking Tj vigorously and Tj felt another pair of hands rubbing his shaved head. The hand went along his head and a finger went into Tj's mouth. Tj started licking and sucking the finger like it was a fat cock. Man 2: do you want my dirty cock pig. T: yes sir Man 2 : hopefully you can handle my fat cock in your pig's mouth first Tj opened his mouth and the man took hold of his head and pushed his dick deep into Tj's throat. The dick had obviously not been washed for days because it tasted sour and had a huge strong smell and taste but Tj didn't care at all and started sucking the dick firmly. Tj heard how the other man was nearing his climax and heard him growl loudly. Man 1: Fuck, take my load in your toxic asshole you dirty bitch. Tj felt how the man was dumping string after string of cum into his pussy and when he was done pulled his cock out of his pussy and gave him a few slaps on his ass. Now that his cunt was free again, the man who was now sucking Tj pulled his stiffened cock out of his mouth and sat down behind Tj and pushed his cock into the already full cunt. Tj began to moan slightly as this cock was clearly thicker and longer than the first cock. This man was also clearly a more dominant fucker than the first one because Tj got regular slaps against his ass and he was also fucked much harder. . After about 5 min this man also reached his climax and for a second time his pussy was filled with the cum of an unknown man. When the man had left, Tj was alone for a while and actually could not wait until when the next man would come along to fuck his pussy. It took a while but after a few minutes he suddenly heard footsteps going his direction again but this time it was not 1 but definitely 2 men. Man 3: Hey check this out, here is one naked and tied to a tree. Oh fuck that mother fucker is a fucking pozz pig Man 4: Come man we'll take that slut. Man 3: Fuck yeah, but first let him prove he's a real pig Tj felt really humiliated how those 2 men were going on about him but for some reason it also wound him up tremendously. Tj felt a warm jet being sprayed on his head and again he felt his horniness take over and he opened his mouth and looked for the jet of piss being sprayed on him. Man 3: Look at that slut, he likes being pissed on. Man 4: Do you like our piss pig? Here, drink it. The fourth guy pushed his pissing cock into Tj's mouth and Tj started drinking the piss from the man's cock while sucking. The other one pissed Tj all over and when Tj had sucked his friend all stiff he went behind him and pushed his stiffly sucked cock into Tj's sloppy pussy. Man 4: Fuck dude, that slut's cunt is already well full of cum and you if you want your dick can certainly still add to it. Man 3: Come lie under him so he'll come sit on you then we'll fuck him at the same time. Guy pulled his dick out of Tj's ass and got under him. Man 4: first lick my cock clean dirty whore because it is full of cum from those others who fucked your ass. The man pushed Tj's mouth on his cum coated cock and Tj licked it clean like a hungry bitch. When he had licked him clean and swallowed the cum the man pushed his clean cock into Tj's dirty cunt. The other pushed him forward so that he too could push his cock into Tj's cunt. Tj began to moan loudly. Not from pain but from supreme ecstasy. Man 3: fuck that little slut has a blissful cunt. Man 4: fuck yeah, do you like it little bitch. Being fucked by 2 unknown men. Tj could only moan, letting the two men do their thing and enjoying every thrust he received in his hole. For the first time now he really had the feeling that he was a dirty slut who could and should be fucked by anyone, he enjoyed it immensely and was immensely grateful to sir for letting him experience this. What on his own he would never have dared to do this. Man 3: Do you want our load in your guts bitch. Tj only groaned Man 4: beg for our load slut, otherwise I'll just squirt it on the ground. T: fuck, fuck no. Dump your load in my hole. Please squirt your cum in my dirty cunt. Man 4: you heard it, he wants our dna in his hole. The two men were pounding firmly into his cunt with their cocks and Tj heard how both of them were about to fill his asshole. Tj heard them both growl loudly and felt them both simultaneously filling his bowels with their cum. After they removed their dicks from Tj's sloppy cunt they let him lick their dicks clean and left. Again Tj was alone, now his shock and shyness was completely gone, also the chems had worn off and for the first time he let his inner slut and pig sober loose on the world because now he had realized that he didn't need Tina or G to be a slut, the chems only made sure that his feelings were amplified, it wasn't the chems that made him a slut that was him all by himself. It no longer mattered who took him or how he sat there. As long as there was a cock in his cunt and he would soon go home with a hole overflowing with cum. Tj couldn't wait for the next one to come along to pump him full and proudly pushed his ass back so the next man who came could see that he was ready for use. So Tj let himself get filled up about 5 more times before sir came and unhooked the chain from the tree. The whole time he had been watching from a distance how Tj behaved and how he had not refused any cock. He was proud of his young pozz pig and he had seen how Tj had enjoyed every turn he got. P: And pig, is your cunt satisfied or could there be another load. T: Oh sir, this was a blissful experience. I would like to say I am satisfied but then I would actually be lying. T: this released something I didn't know was inside me. I don't think my cunt will ever have enough. I am a real cum whore. I can't get enough of this. P: I like to hear that my boy. Then you certainly won't mind me inspecting your cunt with my fat cock to see how much cum is in your hole. Tj bit his lip for he wanted nothing more than for sir to fuck him before they left. T: oh yeah sir, I want to feel your dirty infectious cock pumping into my toxic pussy Peter removed his stiff cock from his pants and pushed it into Tj's sloppy hole and began to fuck him vigorously. Tj started moaning with pleasure when he felt sir's firm hands around his hips and when he felt the familiar cock entering his cunt. P: hmmmmm, your cunt is nice and wide and wet with cum my dirty boy. You make your master proud that you have such a willing, hungry, dirty and toxic pussy. P: do you want sir to find any horny men for you to fuck your cunt pig. Or are you not the pig I think you are. Tj was fully enjoying than the fuck he was getting from sir and moaned solving it. T: Yeah sir, you can find as many men for me as you can. I will never refuse a cock because I live for a cock in my ass and for another load of cum.? P: hmmmm you dirty whore, I will pump my load deep into your guts. Do you feel my toxic load already burning in your guts pig. Tj felt how Peter was pumping string after string into your ass and also how from his own flaccid cock his pre-cum was running. Peter pulled his cock out of Tj's filled cunt and wanted to put his cock away. Tj who still saw nothing heard sir wanting to zip his pants back up. T: oh no sir, let me clean your cock. I want to taste my pussy and clean your cock. P: I like to hear that boy. Peter pushed his cock into Tj's mouth and he saw how Tj enjoyed licking and swallowing the cum off his cock. Peter had to restrain himself or he would fuck him again immediately because it made him so horny seeing Tj like that. After his cock was clean he pulled Tj straight and kissed him firmly. P: You always exceed all expectations slut. You make sir extremely happy and horny with your behavior. T: For you I will do anything sir. P: I should hope so my boy. Peter slapped Tj's ass and he felt the cum running out of his pussy and with his hand he took some of the cum and let Tj lick it off before they went back to the car. They drove home, and this time Tj was not in the back but in the front of the car. He still had the collar on and was still blindfolded. The blindfold did not come off until they were inside the house. There Tj could see the man of his life again for the first time and could see how dirty his body had become from having been in probably a forest. Sir took him to the bathroom where he washed him and also shaved his hair again. Tj let sir do it and enjoyed every touch he received from sir. When he was clean again Tj wondered what to wear because all his grievance was still in the car. P: we will empty your car tomorrow pig. Now we're going to bed because it's pretty late and when we get home you won't need clothes anyway. I want you to walk around naked all the time so I can take you whenever I want. Tomorrow I'll tell you the other rules you have to follow. As they crawled into bed together, Tj crawled as close as he could to sir and he pushed his ass against still limp cock of sir. He hoped he would get sir's cock stiff once more and get one last load of cum in his pussy before he slept. He didn't have to do much to get Peter's cock back stiff, because after only a few minutes he felt the fat cock stiffen and make its way into his pussy. P: still not enough pig. Tj started laughing. T: I can never get enough of you sir. P: I won't stop you from coming riding my cock boy. Tj needed no further encouragement and before Peter knew it Tj was on top of him and his fat cock was inside Tj's sloppy hole. His cock slid into Tj's cunt like knife through butter and rode his cock like he had never done anything else. Peter watched a enjoying Tj and his own beastly desires took over and he took hold of Tj and began to set the pace himself. For long Peter could not keep it up because as always Tj made him far too horny and he squirted his last load of the evening into Tj's pussy. Tj fell down on Peter and they fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning when they were awake and had breakfast they emptied Tj's car. Almost all of his stuff was put in the shed, outside of a bag of clothes and some grooming products. His computer and cell phone also went inside. After they were done, they sat down at the table so they could talk for a while. Peter asked Tj if he had arranged everything and if he still had to go back. Tj told him that he had cancelled his apartment and notified everyone and other than his family that had gone pretty well. He did wonder if he could still meet up with his friends and Peter told him that he was not a prisoner and that he certainly could. He just had to let Peter know when he wanted to leave and if that worked out with the plans Peter had for him. Tj just had to make sure he was always fuckable, he had to take care of his body, always obey Peter and when he was at home he had to walk around naked, even when there were people around. Except when Peter told him he was allowed to put clothes on. The collar also remained around his neck and he was never allowed to take it off. His cock would also remain caged except when sir felt he was allowed to take it off. Tj also had to put an app on his cell phone so Peter could read his messages and see where he was. When they were alone and they had no session Tj was allowed to address Peter by his on or pet name otherwise he had to address him by sir or master, but at all times he had to know his place. If he wanted something he had to consult with Peter and he also had to take care of the household. When Peter ordered him to do something he always had to do it and he was not allowed to refuse anything on the sex level. Peter also wanted him to actively look for other men to fuck him. He had to create a profile and if he found someone then he had to ask Peter's permission to date them. Tj got a key to the house and a bank card so he could go in and out whenever he wanted and he could get groceries for them. It was quite a sandwich for Tj but he had no problem being under Peter's power. He just didn't know if he wanted to look for other men himself, he preferred to leave that to sir, but promised to do his best anyway. The first few days were quiet. They didn't get out yet and still had enough on each other. TJ had created a profile on just hookup site sir had given him and was contacting some men he did like. But suddenly he got a message from his father. Tj, I'm sorry about the last time. It must not have been easy to come and tell your story. My reaction was not really appropriate, but it had to sink in. Can you come by tomorrow or the day after so we can talk again and bring your friend too so I can get to know him. Tj hadn't responded yet because he wanted to discuss with Peter first what they would do. Peter had also read the message and told them to send that Tj back to his father that they would be there by noon tomorrow. Tj sent his father back and he got a message back that he was expecting them. The next day Tj and Peter left together for the first time to see his father. Peter drove and Tj sat next to him and was extremely nervous because for the first time he would be taking not a woman but a man to his parents and introducing him. When they arrived, they got out and went to the front door. As was Tj's habit, he took his key and opened the door and called out to his father but heard nothing. Peter looked at Tj with a strange look. T: he will probably be in his workshop in the garden, let's go and have a look there. They walked through the garden to the back and Tj saw light in his father's workshop where he tinkered with bicycles and mopeds. With buckling knees he opened the door of the shed and they went inside. T: dad are you here Dad: yeah, I'm coming give me moment. Tj his father was in his little storage room for a moment and came into the workshop. Peter meanwhile was checking out the workshop and saw rings with chains hanging from the ceiling everywhere, different cabinets and workbenches. Had you not mentioned that he worked on bicycles or mopeds here he would certainly have looked like a bdsm dungeon. Tj's father came in and gave his son a hug and shook hands with Peter. P: nice to meet you sir, I'm Peter. R: leave sir, just say Rob. P: ok Rob. R: so it is you who made my son discover his true nature. P: uh, yeah. That's my fault sorry R: oh, you don't have to apologize. As long as he's happy. T: thank you dad, and I'm really happy. T: where are mom and Liam R: oh your brother is away with school and your mom is at her sister's for a few days. R: what do you have around your neck there boy. I've never seen that before. Tj looked at Peter with a look to help him out of this situation for a moment. P: he got that from me. Rob looked approvingly at Peter and nodded. R: sit down and tell me how did you get to know each other. They sat down at the work table and and Rob first went to get something to drink, and then Tj started to tell a cleaned up story of how he had met Peter, after he had told his story Tj had to go to the bathroom and stood up and marked off his penis cage in his pants. His father had seen it immediately. R: How fairly tense you stand boy. Are you excited by telling your story. Tj turned bright red and ran quickly to the bathroom, when he came back he passed his father who was out for drinks and his father took another firm hold of Tj. Tj became fairly nervous because his father was holding him so hard that he must surely have felt his penis cage. When his father came back with the drinks back sat down next to his son and put his hand on his shoulder and took hold of the collar. R: that's no ordinary necklace he boy. Tj turned red again and didn't know what to say. Peter looked at Rob and already had an idea where he wanted to go but let Rob continue talking. Rob looked at Peter R: is he your bitch Now Tj didn't know what to do at all and sat nervously shifting back and forth across his chair. A devilish grin appeared on both Rob and Peter P: if you mean whether he is my slut, pig or sub then I can tell you that your son is my bitch. I trained him myself and I can tell you that you should be proud of your son because he is a natural and a top specimen. Tj wanted to walk away because he didn't know what to do anymore. Tj was also surprised by his father's question and how calm he remained at the answer Peter gave. Tj was very afraid of what his father would say to this. Tj felt how his father squeezed his shoulder and then put his hand on his leg R: You should not be frightened boy, I always knew you would become a cock sucker and I am glad you found your alpha male and that he made you discover your true nature. Tj almost fell off his chair. Peter could no longer hide his grin. R: Have you taken him to parties at Marcus' place yet. Tj's world was now completely upside down, how on earth does he know Marcus. P: no, haven't taken him yet but that won't take long. Do you sometimes go to the parties. R: Is he pozz already or do you still have to infect him with your dna, and yeah I've been there. I thought I recognized you when you came in, but you'll never know when I'm there because I'm wearing a mask. Tj sat open-mouthed watching his father for he never expected this. Somewhere the realization began to dawn that his father didn't quite know. T: Does mom know about this. P: He is pozz, I made sure of that. My virus is flowing through his body. R: Good. So you trained him well? P: He is very well trained. He doesn't refuse any load or other juices. R: your mother and I have a marriage of convenience boy. She knows I have my pleasures and what the consequences of that are. Tj watched the water enter his father's mouth and he felt his father begin to rub his hand across his leg. Tj was completely confused, his otherwise loving father actually turned out to be a predator, a predator who preyed on male sluts. Tj watched as Peter and his father's gaze changed to a devilishly horny one. R: is he fuckable. Peter nodded and Rob and Peter looked into each other's eyes and they both knew what the other was thinking about. P: get on your knees pig and service your father's cock because I think your father wants a test drive and wants to see how well trained you are. Tj looked at Peter as if he had been struck by lightning. Tj hesitated. P: pig, don't make me ask twice or you'll learn what that collar also can do. R: you heard your master son. Get on your knees. Tj looked at Peter with a puzzled look and got up from his chair. At that moment Tj felt a familiar feeling of horniness and willingness come over him. R: hmmmm I guess you can feel the G working now, isn't it boy. Tj's eyes began to spin lightly in his head and he felt the desire to be used rising more and more and got down on his knees. Then his father took hold of his head and pushed him toward his fly. Tj couldn't help but willingly move his head along and when his mouth landed on his father's crotch and he felt the swollen cock through his father's jeans the pig in him came out and he started kissing and licking his father's still covered cock with his lips and tongue . Rob opened a drawer of his workbench and took out a filled pipe and lighter. He started melting the crystals in the pipe and took a big haul and then blew a big white cloud into the barn. R: does he blow clouds Peter who looked amused at the scene began to laugh. P: He even slams An even bigger grin appeared on Rob's mouth. R: hmmmm good, that's my boy. Then he'll definitely like this. Rob took a filled syringe from the same drawer and put it on the work table. P: yes he will. Rob pointed to a cupboard. R: open that cupboard and take out the sling and you can hang it on the chains. You can also take out the other stuff. Peter stood up and went to the cupboard and took out the stuff and started hanging the sling. Tj was now increasingly under the influence of the G and he almost didn't care anymore that he had just been licking his father's crotch with his mouth. Rob pushed the pipe against his son's lips and started melting the crystals again. Tj looked at his father with his flying saucers and took a deep drag on the pipe. His father let him take a few more puffs until he saw that Tj was completely flying. Then he took off his son's T-shirt and loosened the belt of his pants. Then Rob rubbed his son's chest and noticed that his son was completely shaved. R: fuck boy you have the body of a real slut and those nipples of yours look amazing. Tj looked with longing eyes at the still closed jeans. Because the desire for a cock had become much too great in the meantime. R: I'm not going to have to do everything by myself boy. Show me what a hungry pig you really are. Tj opened the button of his father's jeans and saw that he was not wearing any underwear under his jeans, because his stiff cock jumped out of his pants immediately. Some pre-cum was already running out of his father's glans and that triggered Tj's inner pig completely and because of the desire for a fat cock he licked the pre-cum from his father's glans without thinking about it. The smell of piss and his unwashed, sweaty cock and the taste of the pre-cum made Tj completely go crazy and he buried his face in his father's crotch, opened his pants further and first took the big thick mushroom and then the fat cock in his mouth. Tj had seen his father naked before but he was still pleasantly surprised by the size of his father's stiff cock. Tj felt how his father grabbed his head and pushed him deeper onto his cock so that he pushed his cock deep into Tj's throat. Now Rob was pleasantly surprised by his son, because he had thought that he would gag when he would push his big cock deep into his son's throat. But Tj did not gag. The only thing Rob heard was Tj enjoying the cock in his mouth. Rob stood up, took Tj's head firmly and set the pace. Peter had finished hanging up the sling in the meantime, took off his clothes and stood next to Tj and his father. The situation had him all excited and he was already standing there with a stiff cock. Peter grabbed Rob's head and started kissing him hard. Tj looked up for a moment and saw how his father and sir were kissing hard. He now took sir's cock in his mouth and started sucking him nicely. At the same time he had his father's cock in his hand and was jerking his cock. R: You've already taught him how to suck well, he just lacks some experience. But you can definitely help him with that. P: you can be sure of that. Peter pulled his cock out of Tj's mouth and pushed Tj's head back towards his father's cock. Rob took the pipe from the table again and let the crystals melt again and blew another big cloud before placing the pipe back on his son's lips. R: take a few more puffs son. I like my boys high and slutty. Peter looked on approvingly. P: he's also a real pig in case you doubt it. Rob looked devilish and longing for Peter. R: hmmmmm Peter kissed Rob and started to piss on Tj. Tj felt how his head, chest and pants got wet from sir's piss. R: fuck that's hot boy. P: let your bladder run Rob, I think your son is thirsty. Rob didn't need to be told twice he grabbed Tj's head and while his dick was in Tj's mouth he let his bladder run empty. The pig in Tj was now completely loose and he let his father's delicious piss flow down his throat with relish. When he had emptied his bladder Peter pulled Tj upright and kissed him. Then he pushed Tj's head towards his father's. Tj hesitated for a moment but was much too horny and flying too high to resist or to think about it and placed his lips on his father's, stuck his tongue in his mouth and kissed him passionately. The image of Tj making love to his father made Peter incredibly horny and he started to pull his cock. Peter pulled Tj back to him to kiss him and Rob took off Tj's piss-soaked pants and then saw that Tj's cock was trapped in a cage. R: fuck Peter that looks beautiful, you've made a real slave of my son. Tj had become incredibly horny in the meantime and his hands went back and forth over his own body. With his fingers he started playing lightly with his nipples and got back on his knees in front of his father's cock and looked at it with admiration. T: oh dad you have such a beautiful cock. I can't wait until you fuck my cunt and pump me full of your cum. P: Shut up boy, and suck your father's cock that will be better, then maybe he will fuck you later. You have to know your place and you have to earn it to get a cock in your cunt. Peter grabbed Tj's head and pushed him roughly towards Rob's cock. Tj was just able to open his mouth and let the cock slide into his mouth. Peter pushed so hard that his father's cock slid deep into his throat, causing tears to spring into Tj's eyes and drool to run out of his mouth. P: choke on your father's fat cock. Show him what an addicted cum whore you are and what a pig he brought into the world with his cum. R: hmmmm fuck yeah son. Suck your father's fat cock. If you spoil me well, I'll fill your pussy with my dirty cum. Peter was jerking off again, because the image of Tj sucking his father's cock was way too horny to watch. P: oh fuck boy, watching you suck your father's cock makes me way too horny. I'd like to shoot my load right now. Tj stopped sucking. T: oh no sir, don't let that delicious cum go to waste. R: shut up and suck pig. Tj was pulled back onto his father's cock and he felt how sir started playing with his cunt. Suddenly he felt a burning sensation inside and he knew that sir had stuck a shard in his hole. Tj started to moan and he felt an irresistible urge in his cunt. He started to grind his ass against sir's hand and tried to get the fingers that sir was putting against his sphincter into his cunt. But sir teased him and every time Tj pushed his cunt back to let his fingers slide in, sir pulled his fingers back so that Tj was left with an empty cunt and his hunger grew bigger and bigger. R: oh fuck boy, if you continue like this I'll fill your mouth first. Rob pulled his son up and kissed him firmly. Then he pulled him by his collar to the sling where he pushed him in. Tj had no choice and fell backwards into the sling. Rob took Tj's legs and put them in the loops that hung on the chains and tied his son's legs tightly. Tj was so horny and flying that he couldn't control himself and he started playing with himself. With one hand he pushed his fingers into his cunt and with the other hand he played with his nipples. His father was approvingly looking at his slutty son who was playing with his own cunt and he gave Tj a smack on his ass. R: hmmm such a dirty boy that you are. I always knew that this would be your true destiny. Every time I looked at your ass I just knew that your cunt was meant to be filled with cum. T: hmmmm yes daddy, fill my cunt with your cum. Stick that fat cock of yours in my hole and rape me. Peter had taken the syringe in the meantime and tied Tj's arm and had found a nice vein. Rob squeezed Tj's ass firmly and gave him a few more slaps so that his little ass started to look nice and red. With every slap Tj groaned with pleasure. Rob bit his lower lip with his teeth and longed to ram his cock into his son's pussy. R: do you want your father's cock in your cunt son, do you want to feel my dirty cum flowing into your guts. Tj started coughing because Peter had emptied the point into his arm. Tj started breathing heavily and was now completely fucked up. T: oh yes daddy, fuck me. Ram that fat cock in my cunt. I want it so bad. Hmmmmm, ohhhh fuck. R: hmmmm, oh fuck son. What a dirty pig you are. Rob placed his fat cock against his son's sphincter and pushed his cock in in one go. P: yeah fuck the bitch. Fuck him hard you dirty motherfucker. Tj felt his father's cock slide into his pussy and he groaned very loudly with pleasure. T: oh yeah daddy, owh yeah. what a delicious fat cock you have. Harder, fuck me harder. Rob rammed his cock in and thrust so hard that the sling started to swing back and forth. Every time the sling came back to Rob's cock he gave him an extra thrust so that his cock slid up to his balls into Tj's cunt. Although it was very rough and hard, Tj enjoyed every thrust he got in his cunt. Rob was completely fixated on fucking his son's ass. R: Peter, you have made my son a beautiful slut. His cunt is amazing. Hmmmm R: I'm going to fill your cunt boy. But don't think you're done yet. Your daddy still has a load or two of cum for you in his balls. T: oh yeah daddy, thank you daddy. I want all the cum you can give me, I can't live without cum. R: that's right dirty slut. You only live to get cum from real men. Rob started fucking even harder than he did and started to grunt loudly. Tj felt how his father's cock was pumping his cunt full of his cum and started to moan loudly himself. When his father dropped his cock from Tj's sloppy hole Peter quickly took his place. Tj felt how his cunt was immediately filled again and how his father's cum was pushed deeper into his intestines. Tj was moaning with pleasure and enjoyed all the attention he was getting. T: let me lick your cock clean daddy, let me taste the cum that brought me into this world. Rob came to stand next to his son and offered him his limp wet cock. Tj eagerly started to lick his father's cock clean and tasted his heavenly cum. Rob was so horny and because he had taken a viagra before Tj came his cock became hard again almost immediately. Tj's mouth was completely filled again and he was surprised that his father's cock could become hard again so quickly but of course he didn't mind. Peter was meanwhile firmly fucking Tj's cunt and also started to growl loudly and hit Tj's ass hard several times. Although Tj's mouth was completely filled, you could just hear him groan with every thrust. P: hmmmm, my dirty pig. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. Rob saw at that moment that Peter was not only Tj's master, but that Peter also had enormous feelings for his son. That turned Rob on even more and he pushed his hard cock back deep into Tj's throat. Peter reached his climax and Tj heard his master shout loudly and felt how he filled his guts with his seed. When Peter pulled his cock out of Tj's hole Rob immediately took his place. There was no rest for Tj's cunt. Peter stood next to Tj and whispered in his ear. P: do you like it pig, do you like feeling your father's cock thrusting into your cunt and having his cum in your guts. T: oh fuck yes sir, I'm such a dirty pig. my father's cock is wonderful to feel in my cunt. Can he come over to our place so he can fuck my cunt even more. P: of course boy. Your daddy can come and fill your toxic cunt with cum every day. T: oh thank you sir, thank you. I'll be a good pig and do everything you ask. Rob saw how Tj was under Peter's power and that turned him on even more and he started to fuck Tj harder and harder. R: I also have another son that you can transform Peter. Does it interest you that you and your pig also bring my other son to the dark side. R: because I already caught him looking more at a dick than a pussy when he watches porn. A devilish look appeared on Peter's face again and he looked at Tj. P: do you want to help transform your brother boy. T: fuck yes, I also want to teach him to enjoy a dick then we can serve you together sir. Tj's words made Rob completely wild. The idea that he would soon have two slutty sons makes him completely wild. P: are you going to pozz him son, are you going to fill your brother ass with your virus and toxic sperm. T: oh fuck yes, let's free him. Let's teach him his dark side, take away his innocence and transform him into a pozz cum-craving pig. T: then he can also experience how wonderful life as a pig is. Rob couldn't hold back again and for the second time he squirted his cum into his son's pussy. Tj was taken out of the sling and sucked both his father's and Peter's cock clean. That same afternoon he was fucked 2 more times by both his father and his master and when they were done Tj and Peter drove back home. Peter was pleasantly surprised by what the afternoon had brought him and Tj lay satisfied and filled up like a real slut should be sleeping on the backseat. Rob and Peter had exchanged their numbers so that they could make further arrangements to corrupt his other son as well. Because although Tj said during the session that he wanted to infect his brother, it was not certain whether he would want to continue with that after he had come back to his senses. When Tj woke up the next morning in the arms of his master, he felt that something had changed in him. The last bit of goodness that was still in him had completely disappeared. He felt that he had now completely switched to the dark side and that nothing was [banned word] for him anymore. He thought back to his father and instead of guilt or disgust he only felt pleasure and a desire for more. Tj realizes that his transformation was now complete and his old life was dead. He noticed that Peter was also awake and he kissed him. T: have you arranged a time with my father so that we can train my brother. Because I can't wait to give him my virus and make him pozz. Peter looked at his apprentice with a devilish grin and was pleasantly surprised by his question. P: calm down my filthy pig. All in good time.

Brock stared out the third floor window at the cloudy, rainy sky. He had tuned Mr. Bryant out a while ago. They were reviewing limits. Brock could do limits in his sleep - or, as he recently learned, gooned out of his mind on poppers with a raging erection. Not even Mr. Bryant's thick ass in his khakis could hold Brock's attention today, though. It was Wednesday. Brock had hoped to hear out of Dr. Shah first thing this morning. With each passing class period, he got more and more anxious that he wouldn't get the call. Had the virus not taken? Had all this new sexual confidence been a hallucination? A placebo? Brock's member pulsed in protest. Like hell it was. Brock could feel the virus pulse through him with every heartbeat. He could feel its desires every time a stiff breeze stirred past his dick. This was real. It had to be. His phone vibrating sent a jolt through him. His hand shot into his pocket, but the damage was done. Having finished writing the next problem on the board, Mr. Bryant's eyes locked onto him. He must have heard the vibrating. "Mr. Baird, since you seem to have more important things going on, what is the limit of this equation?" Mr. Bryant was pissed. No, not pissed. Disappointed. An anvil of guilt settled in Brock's stomach. Mr. Bryant was the one teacher Brock actually liked at this school. Brock hated this feeling he wasn't living up to Mr. Bryant's expectations. "There is no limit," Brock said, withering sheepishly under Mr. Bryant's steely gaze. "Correct. Now show us how you got there. And leave your phone on my desk. You know the rule. You can have it back at the end of the day." "But, Mr. Bryant...!" Brock started to protest. "But nothing Mr. Baird. Show all your work, please." Brock died a little inside as he worried he'd ruined his rapport with Mr. Bryant. As he placed his phone on Mr. Bryant's desk, he saw the voicemail notification from a university phone number. If he'd died before, that buried him. Brock worked through the problem, including the tricky substitution Mr. Bryant had been fishing for. This seemed to satisfy Mr. Bryant and he dismissed Brock back to his seat. "See me after school, Brock," he added, his tone had softened a bit. ---------- Brock shambled through the rest of the day in a zombified stupor. He eventually found himself with the key in the door of his Ford Probe when he remembered he was supposed to see Mr. Bryant. His head snapped up with the realization and he turned to head back into the building. His brain short-circuited a bit as he saw Mr. Bryant walking toward him already. "Uh...sorry, Mr. Bryant. I just remembered...I was about to head back in..." Brock stammered. Mr. Bryant held his phone out to him. "It's okay. I saw you at your locker and could tell you'd forgotten. What's going on, Brock?" His inquiry was beginning to feel like an inquisition. "You're very distracted the last couple of weeks. I get senioritis. I mean, hell, mine drove me off to join the navy and to be a nomad for two years before I knuckled under and got a big boy job. But this looks like more than senioritis, bud." Brock's mind swirled and he felt very light headed. Some part of him wanted to talk to Mr. Bryant. About EVERYTHING. "Mr. Bryant, I have been under a lot of pressure lately. My mom is working all the time, my class load this year is insane, and my uncle and dad..." Logic held just tight enough to the fringes of his mind and clipped that last thought before it could bloom out of his mouth. A wave of empathy swept over Mr. Bryant's face. "Brock, you can talk to me about anything..." Brock gave up trying to sort the tangle of emotions he was feeling and let it settle as a knot in the back of his throat. "I really appreciate that, Mr. Bryant. I need to sort some stuff out, but I'll tell you soon. I promise..." Mr. Bryant pulled Brock into a very tight hug. "I mean it, Brock. Anything." The hug lasted just a beat too long, which Brock and Mr. Bryant seemed to realize at the same moment, pulling away simultaneously. Mr. Bryant turned silently and headed back in the building. Brock dropped into the driver's seat of his car. ---------- Brock pulled into his driveway. He flipped open his phone and saw two voicemails and a text from Uncle Dale. The first voicemail was from Dr. Shah. "Hello Mr. Baird, this is Dr. Shah. I am calling you with some recent test results..." Brock thought he sounded very professional and by-the-book. The second voice mail was also from Dr. Shah. "Brock, your results came back even better than we could have hoped. I will see you on Saturday." His tone was very hushed and excited. The professional tone was gone and he sounded...almost giddy. Confused, Brock opened the text from Dale. "Meeting. Saturday. 9pm at the 'Block. Do NOT be late."

Had a great weekend where I got to taste a pure premium piss! So what is the pure premium piss? Well this is a piss coming from another person who has only been drinking piss and nothing else for day! Well spit, cums and piss ! That’s it. And I get to drink that piss straight from the tap 🙂 probably the worse tasting piss..smells bad very yellow in colour but I love the idea of it 🙂 and still drank all of it! anyone else tried that before ?

Brock was practically vibrating as 9:00 PM Saturday approached. He had dinner with his mom before she went to bed and made a plan with her to get the rest of his school clothes the next day. Coming off night shifts always wore her out. He put on the most flattering jock he had and his clingiest jeans. He rooted through his dresser until he found a v-neck shirt from his freshman year. It was at least a size too tight and way too short. His pelt of dark red body hair sprouted generously over the v-neck. If he raised his arms even a little bit, his furry abs and the band of the jock were clearly visible. It was perfect. ---------- Brock arrived at 8:30. Dale, Walt, Rod, and Dr. Shah were all waiting for him when he arrived at the 'Block. They were a Burger King Kids Club of emotions. Dale looked stoic. Dr. Shah was beaming with pride. Walt looked indifferent. Rod was harder to read, but Brock was pretty sure he was ecstatic. "Are you ready, kiddo?" Uncle Dale asked him. The irony of how many people in his life called him 'Kiddo' when he stood six inches to a foot taller than them brought a smirk to Brock's face. "Ready for what?" "My retirement party..." Uncle Dale smiled and a sparkle of mischief lit up his eyes. Brock's confusion was obvious. Dale chuckled and led the procession of depraved men back to his office. The dark curtain that separated Dale's office from his 'studio' was wide open. The furniture was all missing. In its place was somewhere between 60 and 70 chairs that appeared to be on loan from the convention center. They all faced the far end of the room. A handful had occupants already sat in silence. Dale and Dr. Shah walked up to sit up front. Rod took a seat in the front row. Walt walked Brock over to a pair of chairs in the back on the side of the room "Wait here. Don't say anything unless Dale asks you a question. If he does, answer succinctly and truthfully." Brock was a bit taken aback. His first impressions of Walt were not those of a man who would throw the word "succinctly" around. Brock also couldn't help but notice he'd "cleaned up" for the evening. He had shaved his head down completely, trimmed up his gray beard, and wore dark denim and a white t shirt that actually fit him. His tattoos stood out beautifully against the contrast of the white. Brock did as he was told as more people filed in and the seats began to fill. At 8:00 sharp, Dale stepped up to a rented podium and welcomed everyone. Seemingly for Brock's benefit, he identified the crowd before him as the council of Jarls. He introduced himself as Jarl of the Midwest Nest. A few people among the crowd cheered. A few shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Dale announced his decision to retire and to start ART. Whispers shot through the crowd. He then explained his intent to break with tradition and to name a Jarl as his successor. There were a variety of responses. Outcries of anger. Gasps. Excited murmuring. Uncle Dale quieted the crowd. "Of course I plan to put it to a vote. But first I want you all to hear from my friend Dr. Shah. He researches viral heredity. And he discovered our little club all on his own." Dr. Shah stepped up to the podium, the image of professionalism, and spoke about how he had put together the existence of the Scorpion Society in the course of his research of HIV in the local MSM population. He talked about seeking out Uncle Dale to discuss what he found. He had a tremendous amount of respect for Uncle Dale and all of the Jarls for their efforts to preserve genetically pure strains and how much that could help with research and treatment. Then he moved on to talking about his more recent work: horizontal transmission without mutation. With a transmission recipient of similar enough DNA to the source, he theorized that minimal mutation would occur. Because of HIV's unique qualities, some mutation was virtually guaranteed with every transmission. Dr. Shah brought up Rod and how he'd be the ideal specimen, since he and Dale were twins. Unfortunately Rod and Dale were pozzed by patient 0 the same night. Genetic offspring would be the next best thing. A son - or in their case a nephew - and it had worked. Dr. Shah showed his tables proving that there was zero mutation between Dale's strain and Brock's. Dale called Brock to the front. Brock tried to exude confidence as he walked the length of the room. He felt every pair of eyes on him. Some eager. Some curious. Some furious. Dale introduced Brock to the crowd, then turned to face him. "Brock, we have already established your status and the purity of your strain. If the vote is approved, will you promise to keep your strain pure until it is a threat to your life?" "I will," Brock's answer seemed to be coming from far away. "Will you uphold the responsibilities of a Jarl to protect The Society and revel in the debauchery expected of the rank?" "I will." "Will you make me proud to have you as my successor?" Dale's eyes twinkled again. Brock got the impression that question wasn't on the script. "I will." "Then we put it to a vote!" Uncle Dale declared.

Part of the nuance is that black men put their sexuality last. And by last, I mean in the closet. And most white liberal gay men are out and proud. LGBTQ is their movement akin to the Civil Rights movement of our parents’ generation - which they are passionate about. So yes I have to be honest and acknowledge that their fight will benefit me as a gay black man. But yes, we’re focused on the black community first. Including our many straight black brothas who may be VERY homophobic.

Trust me … I seldom say NO!

Many of us are proud of you!

Fuck yaaa thats my favorite flavor. Love hot thick yellow piss from the tap 😈

Regardless of the party, white liberals are some of the worst offenders when it comes to telling Black people how they should vote as if we haven’t lived in the same country as you all for centuries. Regardless of who wins, I’m still a Black man in a red state with a life to live and choices to make. With that being said, I do not expect a white liberal gay man to understand the very nuanced political views that Black men hold. To me, it seems like many white people in this country are surprised that Black people don’t all have the same views on politics and society. At the end of the day, you vote for whoever you think is the best for the country.

GOOD BOY! Daddy's proud of you for taking so many loads in your cunt.

Atlanta has some of the hottest guys. I used to go to HOTATLANTA back in the days. And don’t get me started on Backstreets.

Over the next couple of weeks, I spent all my time at the cruising woods, visiting ‘the adult bookstore, or at a couple of gay bath houses. I was falling into bed every night exhausted but happy. Usually, I had 5 to ten loads in my ass. School had been tossed to the wayside and I was falling behind in my rent. I shared my money woes with my buddy from the fire hall who regularly spotted for me when I lifted weights and had given me such a good time in his ‘play den.’ I wondered what he had meant when he said I’d found my calling. He looked around the firehall and in a quiet voice invited me to buy him a beer after our shift. We went to the closest hole in the wall bar and took a secluded booth. After I ordered a pitcher of draft, he confided in me that he has a gambling problem. He owes a big sum of money and pays his sizable loan by selling his ass. Sometimes there are more clients than he can accommodate in a week. He could offer the overflow to me. “You’re suggesting my calling is sex work?” I was gob smacked. “You love sex as much or more than I do. You give your ass to any willing cock. As a bareback gay escort, you can make incredible money.” He reasoned. “Fuck man. I don’t know. Thanks for the suggestion, but it weirds me out for some reason.” We left it at that. A few days later I was kicking a hookup trick out the door when my cell range. It was my firehall buddy calling to let me know he had an out-of-town client that he didn’t have time to accommodate. He offered me the job which I at first declined. That was until he told me the client was willing to pay five hundred dollars. I changed my mind and got the hotel and room number. I quickly showered and dithered over what to wear and settled on a very preppy look. When I got to the room a handsome 60ish looking guy answered the door wearing dress slacks, white shirt and tie. I was ushered in and offered a scotch on the rocks. He poured more than two fingers worth. I suspect he was reading how nervous I was. I sat on a couch and he in a facing chair. He made small talk as I began to relax as the booze found it’s way into my veins. He eventually asked me to come closer telling me I was very attractive, and he wanted a better look. I stood and moved over to his chair. As I did so I moved fingers to the top button of my shirt. He read the question in my eyes and nodded his approval. I seductively released button after button and pulled the shirt tails out of my khakis. His eyes never left me and when I reached for my belt buckle, he once again nodded. I continued the strip tease until I was standing in nothing but my tight preppy briefs. He reached out to touch my pouch. I began to harden, and he smiled. I hooked my thumbs over the front elastic, and he moaned; “Oh yeah!” I lowered my briefs, and my hard cock popped out slapping my belly. I stepped closer and he took my cock in his mouth. As he worked my cock, I wondered what I had been anxious about. Then his fingers started probing for my hole. When he found it and penetrated, I knew this indeed could be my calling. “Mmmmm, already lubbed.” He moved the finger to his nose and then into his mouth. “And I see I’m not your first tonight.” His mood changed in a snap, and I was forced across the room and bent over the couch. He held me down forcefully as he unbuckled and freed his medium sized dock. It was immediately forced into my ass. A violent rape fuck followed. I was too shocked to protest. It wasn’t long and he was pounding rope after rope of his cum into me. When he was done he ripped himself out of me, pulled the money out of his wallet and threw it at me. “If he ever sends you to me again, be sure you don’t come preloaded. You’ll notice I’ve withheld $200.” I was then grabbed by the arm and tossed naked into the hall; my clothes soon followed. I was too embarrassed to tell my buddy my mistake. Two nights later he called me with a similar deal. Even though I’d been bred three times earlier in the day I said sure. My shower included a good cleaning out this time. The hotel encounter went much the same. As this guy's finger entered my ass he expressed his disappointment in the kind of lube. “I suppose you will want me to wear a condom.” He complained. I assured him I was ok with taking his raw cock. “Then have a seat he encouraged.” I straddled him and lowered myself onto his adequate endowment. I fucked myself on his rod until my legs got tired. We repositioned and he took me doggy style. It was not long ‘til he was exploding inside me. He took time to go soft inside me before pulling out and offering me another drink. We chatted for a while until I noticed he was getting hard again. “Do you want to do me again, with cum as lube this time.” I offered. “You going to charge me double?” he smirked. “Just sorry to have disappointed you, this one’s on the house.” I laughed He had pumped two more loads into me before I left with three loads and a two-hundred-dollar tip. I stopped at the closest gay bar. Bought shots for the house to celebrate my windfall and a truple of gym bunnies took me home. They promised me they always play safe with strangers before requesting they break their pattern with my humpy ass. I put up some false resistance, but I think they knew my deal all along. I was fucked and bred until the break of day.

It was Sunday night, and I was on my regular cruising tour in Berlin. I already took several loads in JAXX - a porn cinema. Most of them thru glory holes. Some I swallowed some were pumped in my ass. Still needing more, I ended up next door in SCHEUNE a rather sleazy sex club. I was 26 years old at that time and had gradually drifted from safe sex only to raw only. The only thing I was wearing were boots and some black jock-hotpants to give easy access to anybody who wanted to fuck me. I had a slim body with some muscles and almost no body hair. So, I was sucking an older guy that was sitting on a small brick wall bending over 90 degrees exposing my boy cunt. It didn't take long, and somebody slid his dick in my ass. I stopped my sucking and looked back. It was an older fat guy but his cock felt really good, so I turned back to the hard dick in front of me and continued to suck it. More and more guys joint and I felt multiple hands touching my almost naked body. Nobody said a thing. The only thing you could here was moaning and the slapping sound of fucking bodies. The guy that fucked me pulled his dick out and another guy took his place right away. Suddenly I heard some commotion nearby. Some mumbling and then a pretty loud voice. “Who needs a POZ load?” It became even more quiet as the guy continued to ramble. “I'm gonna give you my POZ babies!” Basically, everybody that came to SCHEUNE to have sex fucked raw including me. And most of the guys were probably POZ but I never heard anybody talking about it or even yelling it out. I let the dick that was all the way down my throat slide out again and looked around to see who was causing the commotion. It was a tall guy wearing black leather pants and a harness around his bare slightly hairy chest. On his left pec he had fairly large biohazard tattoo. So, I guess he wasn't just talk! The guy that was fucking me started to moan and shot his load into my guts and pulled out. The guy with the biohazard tattoo caught me staring at him and said: “I'm gonna POZ your little slut cunt!” He was absolutely right calling me as slut cunt, and I most likely have taken dozens of POZ cum loads already. So far though I never got infected with AIDS. I didn't move and was anxious to see if he would penetrate me. So far, I wasn't really chasing the gift. I just loved being fucked raw and take loads in my guts. When I started to let guys fuck me raw, I even avoided those who looked sick or very skinny. But soon I basically let anybody fuck me and give me their cum. The guy stared at me and unbuckled his pants. He presented a big hard dick covered with veins. He wore a cockring that was pushing his fat and firm balls forward. But best of all he had a fat PA piercing! A shiver went through my body when I said to him: “Please POZ me!” I felt like I just pulled the trigger handle of the guillotine. “Yeah bitch! You are gonna get it!” I spread my legs a little more and remained in that bend over position. The guy was standing right behind me and said: “Look at all that cum flowing out of your slutty boy cunt.” I felt the hard steel of the PA piercing pressing against my hole. “Nothing better than converting a young boy!” When he said converting, I felt doubts if I should really do this. I convinced myself with a couple of deep poppers hits. “Give it to me!”, I swallowed and added: “Give me your AIDS!” The crowd that was watching me being fucked by the other guy had disappeared. I guess they were intimidated by all that POZ talk. The guy grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them and pushed his fuck meat straight into me. I felt a sharp pain and tried to escape his penetration, but he grabbed my hips and held me tight. “Too late for second thoughts now, kid! Your little boy pussy is mine now!” The penetration pain subsided and turned into pure lust. I was so ready to knowingly take a POZ load. The guy pulled his dick out a little bit and said: “Look at that fat POZ meat in that little NEG hole!” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “Not NEG for long, though!” He let out a dirty laugh and started fucking me. His big fuck meat felt great, and I felt his massive PA piercing plowing my unprotected ass. I took a couple more hits of poppers which amplified that great sensation of being fucked raw. I moaned: “Please Sir. Fuck my slutty boy cunt!” He didn't answer and continued to fuck me with long slow strokes. “Give me your toxic cum!” The guy grabbed the poppers from my hand and took a couple of very long hits while he continued to plow my ass. He leaned forward again, returned the poppers and whispered: “I shoot cum like a horse they say.” His fucking intensified and I couldn't wait to take his POZ cum. “Please knock me up!” I noticed that some guys gathered around us again watching me getting POZed. First, they watched in silence but soon I heard them encouraging my fucker to bread me. The fucking got rougher and rougher. The guy put his left hand on my shoulder and his right on my belly. “Good boy! Get ready for my load now!”, he grunted. He rubbed my stomach and said: “I'm gonna flood that nice smooth belly with toxic POZ cum!” I hesitated a little but realized it is too late now anyway and answered: “Yeah! Please POZ my boy cunt!” The guy slammed his fuck meat balls deep into me and started to plant his POZ seed deep inside me. “Fuck! Yeah bitch! Take my AIDS load”, He yelled. I actually felt his cum spraying into my guts. The thought of getting inseminated with POZ cum took me over the edge. Just in time a pulled my rock-hard dick out of my shorts and shot my load against that little brick wall in front of me. He grabbed my hand by the wrist and led it to his shaft. “Feel it! Feel how it pulses the POZ cum into your little slut cunt!” I just gasped as I felt how his dick was contracting and expanding slightly pumping more and more sperm into me. He moved his still hard dick back and forth and grunted: “Let's spread that toxic seed all over your fuck canal.” I slowly came back to my senses while I felt the steel of his PA piercing plowing my cum filled pussy. Shit! What have I done?! I just knowingly took a POZ load in public. I could have pulled away from him and try to push out his lethal cum. But instead, I let him stay inside me creaming my guts with sperm. I looked around. There were four or five guys watching me getting impregnated. Two of them stroke their dicks. “In three or four weeks you can go around and knock up your little boyfriends.”, the guy said for everybody to hear. He finally pulled his fuck meat out of my tormented hole and pushed my bud cheeks firmly together. “You wanna keep that inside you as long as you can!” He put his dick into his leather pants and left. I went upstairs grabbed my clothes from the wardrobe and left. On my way home I touched my stomach imagining the toxic cum doing its work already. I promised myself that I would push all that sperm out as soon as I got home. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment I went straight to the bathroom. I took off my shirt looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at the toilet and took off my pants which left me just wearing those jock-shorts. The little Poppers bottle fell out of the pocket of my pants. I picked it up and took two deep hits. Right away I felt that great sensation and I thought about that POZ guy that fucked me so merciless. I put my middle finger in my sloppy fuck hole and held it under my nose. I inhaled that great cum smell as if I was sniffing Poppers. I licked the sperm off my finger and opened the drawer under the sink. On top of all the other sex toys lay my big black bud plug. I looked in the mirror and said to myself. “Fuck it! You know you want it!” It took some effort and some more poppers, but I pushed it in, and it sealed my cunt. I dropped into my bed and fell asleep right away.

“Next.” A young man with shoulder-length hair was thrown through an open door with tears in his eyes. He was wearing a towel and rubbed his hole through it as he walked through the waiting room and out the door. That’s where Nick was sitting. He’d responded to an ad in the paper: YOUNG (18-21) MODEL WANTED NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY PAYS $50 Nick was taking a gap year before he went off to college and felt confident enough in his pretty-boy looks to be a model. When he saw this ad on Craigslist, he jumped at the opportunity. Seeing the violated man flee the room naked made him nervous. ”Get in there, Nick.” said a voice from the Intercom. He obeyed. When the young man walked through the door he saw a nude man in the center of a studio bedroom. He was wearing spandex that hid his bulge poorly. There were some men in a booth a few meters behind him. They were whispering to each other, but loud, so he could hear them: ”Look at this pretty boy.” ”Jesus. Damon’s gonna eat him alive.” ”Gonna need a bodybag for this one.” He got closer to the man sitting on the prop bed. “You’re here for the audition?” the old man asked. ”Y-y-y-yeah,” said the boy. “My name’s Nick.” ”My name’s Damon. Look at the camera,” Damon said. The boy turned and saw a flash-bulb light up. A green light appeared by a camera lens. He was being filmed. ”Take your shirt off,” said Damon. His cock throbbed through the thin fabric of his pants. “Come on, boy,” he said. “This is a competitive industry.” Nick understood. He was a very fit young man, having played Varsity tennis for all of high school. When Damon saw Nick’s small, cut frame his cock throbbed and left a wet spot in the middle of his singlet. ”Baby boy,” the older man said. ”How old are you?” said Nick. ”Sixty-six. How old’s your Dad, son?” ”He’s 41,” said the boy. ”Oh, babyboy,” he said. “Your Dad was born in ‘83, then, huh? I spent most of that year in bathhouses. I bet I’m as old as your grandpa.” His cock throbbed when he said “grandpa”. ”You spent the 80s in bathhouses?” ”Came with a cost.” “What cost?” Nick knew what the answer would be. He’d studied the HIV crisis as a sophomore in high school. He couldn’t believe he was talking to someone who’d lived through it. ”Kiddo, I’m HIV positive. Have been for a while. I’ve been on meds since there were meds. But it’s kind of a chore taking them every day. You understand.” He did. Nick had bipolar disorder, and his pills tasted fucking disgusting. He hadn’t taken them in a week. ”I understand,” he said. His asshole started throbbing. He knew that he was manic. He knew that he wanted this guy to fuck him, that he would beg for him to take the condom off. He was 66, 5’5”, and overweight: but his cock was 11” (he had a ruler tattooed on the shaft) and he had a Prince Albert. A cock you don’t say no to. A cock that owns your hole, not the other way around. “Nick, nice to meet you,” someone said. It was the director. “Damon here is an old friend of mine. I met him under a bridge. Hopefully you can tell what his special talent is,” he said. “Is it hyperspermia?” said Nick. “Please say yes.” Damon and the director looked at the boy sullenly. ”You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” ”Maybe Damon can show me,” said Nick. The boy had had experience with older men before, and it’d made him smug. He assumed a 33 year old would be as easy to control as a 66 year old. The boy rested his hand on the tip of Damon’s cock and watched as it throbbed to a size he didn’t think was even possible. Damon and the director made eye contact at the same moment the boy saw the biohazard tattoo on the older man’s chest. “Hot,” said Nick, tracing his fingers across the curves of the older man’s tattoo. Damon’s cock was throbbing. “I’m a good flirt, huh?” The director stared at the boy in open-mouthed silence. ”I think you just passed the audition,” said the director. Damon’s cock throbbed so intensely that the fabric tore. “Let’s see if you survive the callback,” he said. At that exact moment, Nick felt the head of an 11” cock push against his hole for the first time. It terrified him. He’d taken older men’s cocks before, but they were micropenises compared to Damon. This was different. This was electrifying. This was terrifying. ”Rolling,” said the director. Damon spat on his palm and rubbed it on the fat head of his fat cock, ”Wait, what?” said Nick. “I thought this was just a theme. You’re not actually gonna—“ He was silenced by Damon’s fingers forcing their way into his mouth and down his throat. The fleshy head of his cock nestled into the entrance of his tight, teen hole. ”You’re gonna be a star,” said the director, while a boy felt his hole being stretched by a man his grandfather’s age. ”HOLY FUCK WAIT WAIT—“ It was too late. Once he’d poked his head into the young man’s hole, the rest of his cock followed. ”By the way,” the director said, leaning into the boy’s ear, “you ought to know what this video is gonna be called.” ”Ow fuck holy shit ow fuck fuck what the fuck holy shit holy fucking shit—“ “It’s going to be titled “Nick gets pozzed.’ You should’ve done more research, kiddo. I work for Bareback Grandson.” ”OH NO—“ said the kid as the elderly man’s balls touched his asscheeks. ”Yeah, you watch local news, huh? You know who we are. You know what we do. You know you signed your rights away when you initialed the waiver at the door. You either wanted this or you’re too dumb to deserve better. Damon, shut him up.” The tattooed man found a comfortable spot in the boy’s ass to lie still in. He reached under the table and pulled out a massive, inhuman dildo. The boy shook his head desperately, but to no avail: Damon shoved the silicon cock down his throat so far the director thought the fake dick would touch the real one. The boy looked terrified: the camera focused on his petrified expression. ”Action,” said the director. “Send this teasing cunt to the emergency room,” he said to Damon. ”Him too?” said Damon, pulling his cock out until the tip was touching the rim of Nick’s hole. The young man screamed against the silicon dick filling his throat. “You got it,” said Damon. “Just you and me, ‘grandson’,” said the older man. “Time for you to get the family disease.” The younger man went limp. TBC

I was such a good brat, I thought to myself. I tried so hard to fight him off, convince him I didn't want to be pounded raw. And now, here I am, back arched and legs spread, his cock thrust deep into me (again). A second thick, warm toxic load shooting deep into my little neg ass. Me, begging and pulling him deeper. How did it get here? --- 3 hours earlier --- Any time I find myself horny and in heat I always end up at the gym. I'm not even really a gym bro, but I've found that my little ass on display in the locker rooms and my flexible arches at the machines does all the advertising I need. I never go home alone. Tonight would be no different. It had been weeks since I was properly fucked. Now, you should know, I am not an easy fuck. In fact, I am a full on brat. I like to resist and fight and make the boy dominate me and force me into beautiful submission. Once he puts in the proper effort, I eventually give in to all his desires and let him use me however he wants. But he has to claim me, he has to make me submit to him. Many a nice guy has tried to save me, but I am not interested in that. Not at all. Glancing around the locker room I took stock of a few candidates, making sure to hold eye contact long enough to send a message. I jaunted out of there, knowing full well that a few pairs of eyes were locked on my ass. I headed to stretch and then began my short low-weights workout. After all, I am not here to build muscle. I need to stay thin and weak and easily broken. After an hour and not being approached I was feeling a bit frustrated. Usually it doesn't take this long. Just as I was ready to throw in the towel and head home, I turned and nearly ran into a large, muscular man. He was big and black and I knew right away I'd never be able to fight him off for long with those muscular arms. Before we uttered a word my cock was getting hard. He seemed to take note as he glanced down and smiled. "Are you ready to get out of here?" he asked - very straightforward. In true brat form I simply replied "why would you think that?" and tried to blow past him. His hand caught my arm, hard, as he pulled me back into view. "I know what you need little boy. Now let's go" he growled. That's more like it. "I won't make it easy" I teased back. He simply nodded and, without letting go of my arm, started walking to the door, with me in tow. Off to a good start. We grabbed our stuff from the locker room and I noticed a few guys watching us. Must be jealous I thought. I liked it. But as we headed to leave, one guy leaned in and whispered "hey be careful". Confused, I laughed and ignored him. He probably has no idea what a brat I am. If this guy is known to be rough, that's just a bonus for me anyway. We headed down to the garage and I reached for my keys. "You don't need those. I'll drop you back here when I'm done with you" he said and pulled me towards his car. He put me in the backseat and closed the door. Maybe others would be nervous now. I'm just getting hornier. We arrive at his place, an apartment on the south side of the city. It's a small building, pretty average. Decent street, nothing that screams run. I enter with him. His place is modest but clean and nice. He pours me a drink while I glance around. Handing me the drink he says "So any limits slut?" staring right into my eyes. I take a sip, maintaining eye contact, and simply reply "You'll have to find out, but I'm not letting you fuck me". He laughs and finishes his drink. I finish mine. not a moment after I set the glass down, he grabs me, hard, and pushes me into the wall. I push back, surprising him, I manage to get free. I don't get far. His hands grab my hips and pull me back into him. I feel his muscles, his hard cock, his breathe against my neck. He isn't going to let me go easily. I am rock hard. "Oh I think you want this bad. You can't put up a fight forever." he whispers in my ear. "No! Let me go" I manage to fake a struggle. He isn't buying it. I'm just getting more and more turned on - too quickly I think to myself, you can't melt this easily for him. I try to pull away again. No luck. His hands begin to wander. He unbuttons my pants to find my rock hard cock. The game is up. As he undresses me, still holding me tight, a moan escapes my lips. "That's it, let the fight go out of you now" I can hear the smile in his voice. Fuck. My pants drop to the floor. My shirt comes right off me. I'm limp and all the fight has gone, much faster than usual. I'm hard and a moaning mess as his hands explore my body. In this haze I somehow didn't notice all this time he has been inching my back to his bedroom. We're at the door now. His bed only feet away. NO I catch myself and grab hold of the door frame. "LET ME GO" I try to say with force but instead it comes out like a horny begging tone. He pries my hands from the door and forcefully pushes me in and closes the door. "The fight is over, you're mine." he undresses himself quickly. My eyes can't help but dart to the huge hard cock that has now sprung from his pants. Fuck me, it's bigger than any cock I've taken. Before I know it he's pushing me to the bed. "I don't use lube so you better suck me off boy". By this point I know he's right. I'm pinned down by him, naked, hard, and in his bed. It's over. I open my willing mouth and he smiles as he releases me so I can sit up. He stands at the edge of the bed and guides his cock right down my throat. I choke. "Good boy. Take it all" and continues to fuck my mouth to the point even I could not enjoy it. I choke and slobber over the half of his cock he cant fit in my mouth. "That'll have to do" he looks down at me. My resistance was building back up now, tears in my eyes from the mouth fucking I just took. "you're not fucking me with that". "Oh yes I am" and with that he pushed me down again. I tired to close my legs, I tried to dodge his thrusts, but we both knew this could only end one way. He easily forced my legs apart, eliciting another deep moan, and expertly found my hole and pushed in. I felt a pop and much to my own surprise, he pushed all the way in in a single thrust. It hurt so badly I let out a loud yelp. He held himself there, balls deep for a minute, letting me adjust to his girth. "I'm going to start slow for you, because I know I'm big. But I'm telling you know boy, by the end I'm going to be pounding you. I will break you. I will breed you. There is nothing you can do to stop it. So just accept it". I couldn't manage any words now as the pain seared, and he took that as acceptance enough. True to his word he started with slow deep thrusts and as I relaxed and gave in, he picked up the pace. I could feel my back arching as the pain turned to pure bliss. He was fucking me SO hard and so damn deep. I was in a haze as I finally let my brat go, and moaned a loud long "oh god yes!". He no longer cared. His attention was solely focused on pounding my little ass into oblivion now. He had won. I submitted to him. It was only now that I noticed the large scorpion on his chest. I'd seen it before, but didn't really know what it was. I figured he's just dom as fuck and I loved it. He was breaking me and I was loving it. His pace became a big ragged now and I could tell he was getting close. We never discussed condoms or anything, he was deep in me raw. I'd put up no resistance to this. Now that the fight had left me I was fully submissive and I wanted his load planted in me. He had earned it, he had earned me. "Give it to me, breed me already" I moaned up at him. His eyes seemed to flash with excitement as he pushed deep inside me and let out a wild roar as he shot his load inside me. FUCK it was big. I could feel his warmth spread inside me. He'd done it, he'd cum in me bareback. He collapsed next to me, thank god. He might have crushed me if he'd stayed on top of me. We both lay there panting, sweating, his cum slowly sliding out of me. "That was hot. It's been a minute since a guy barebacked me" I said, looking over. "I think I pumped you pretty full" he laughed. "You're on prep right?" he asked nervously. "No I've never been on prep" I replied innocently. He sat up quickly and stared at me. "Well I just pumped you full of poz cum boy. I'm completely detectable. You didn't know?". I felt my stomach lurch and shook my head back in reply. We both sat there in silence for what felt like eternity. Both processing what had just happened and how each might react. I had always thought this could happen, and I wasn't a chaser but I also never considered going on prep. I guess you could say I wasn't opposed to being poz but I wasn't seeking it either. Too late now, I guess. My ass is on fire and I can see the familiar mix of cum and blood on his cock. He was big and definitely ripped me open with his rough fuck. Any chance of dodging his toxic load was laughable. As this all raced through my head I did the only thing I could think to do. I leaned over and kissed him and said "it's okay, you can cum in my neg ass again". He looked shocked as I climbed on top of him and pressed his already hardening cock back inside me, feeling it fill me again. His cum running freely out of me and lubing him up and letting him slide into me with ease. All I remember him saying is "Oh fuck boy, you'll be pozzed for sure if we continue" as his bare toxic cock slid in and out of me with ease. He wasn't stopping, and neither was I. This time no resistance, all the brat broken out of me, I rode his cock willingly. I was prepared to take his poz loads....willingly. He clearly was turned on by my silence - as I continued to ride his cock. I could tell he needed to dominate me so I let him flip me over, my legs wrapping around him, and he buried himself in me again. As he shot another load into me I couldn't resist begging for it. After all, if I was going to get converted tonight, I might as well make the most of it. So here we are, his poz cock deep inside me - raw. Me, moaning and begging for his load. His cum already deep inside me, converting me. My last neg load shooting all over my chest as he continued to pound me hard. Now I knew what the scorpion was. And as he shot a second toxic load deep inside me, I knew it had stung me good.

Gotta fuck Raw, either way I only top Bareback and only Bottom with Raw Breeding top Men

I’ve had fantasies, DARK FANTASIES, for as long as I can remember. They have evolved over the years, from public sex at gloryholes (okay maybe that’s not dark) to more open public sex at parks, rough sex, rape and more. Recently, I’ve been reading Chem Sex stories and the thought of drugs, both consensual and forced, has intertwined into my fantasies. The problem is, they have always remained that, fantasy. I’ve been to scared to even verbalize them, let alone follow through on them, or even write/chat about online. Until now that is. A few weeks ago, I created a profile on NKP and thought that this would be a way to put my fantasies out and not be worried about them getting out of my control. I loved reading some of the more hardcore profiles and was sort of envious of the guys who could express, and possibly act on these impulses. I put in my profile that I was new to all this and had dark fantasies and put Ask Me for the drug use area. I put a couple of pics, one body, one ass, in the profile. Unsurprisingly, I received responses fairly quickly and got hard reading responses and looking at the profiles. One response stood out as it was not overly explicit, but more supportive and encouraging exploration. His picture was also nice, a good body and a pretty nice appearing fat cock. I responded back to him and said I’d love to chat more. We emailed back and forth, with me not realizing at first, as he moved me to talk more and more about what my fantasies encompassed. He never once made me feel ashamed or dirty about what I was writing, and also never pushed for us to hook up. However, I realize now, he was making me give up my control to him and was wearing me down for his chance to corrupt me. After several weeks, he began exploiting my fantasies and talking about moving them from make believe to real. We talked about my work and week schedule, what I would be doing and wear I would be. I told him that I had an appointment at the DMV to get a new driver’s license one morning before work. He started a chat about meeting me there and fucking me in the bathroom. I said, “Fuck that’d be hot, but not something I’m ready for.” He understood, saying, “Fantasy is great.” I didn’t hear from him for a couple days, until the night before my DMV appointment. We did some more hot chatting, him encouraging me to pump a load out while we did this and then to push it into my hole. I was so fucking turned on by this that I did it and when I told him I did, he responded, “that’s not the last load of cum going up your ass, boy.” I got up the next day, drove to the DMV and waited to be called up. I looked around the room, passing the time, and saw this hot guy sitting in front and to my right. He was wearing a t-shirt, ballcap and sweat pants that were a little tighter than most guys wear. I had to quickly turn away when he turned his head to the left. A couple of minutes later, he got up and walked across the room to a table. I watched every step, seeing a bulge in his crotch and the sweats tight on his ass. At the table, he stretched and his shirt pulled up, showing a line of hair that disappeared into his pants. He reached up his shirt, causing his stomach and more hair to show. He caught me staring, smirked at me and mouthed the word, “Faggot” at me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more humiliated, or turned on, then I was in that moment. My dick was hurting as I watched him walk back to his chair. When my number was called, I walked up to the counter, passing him, and heard him whisper, “Fag boy” and then chuckle. I tried keeping my attention on the clerk helping me but it was hard to focus. A couple of minutes later, I felt my chair get bumped, harder then if by accident, and looked up to see him walking past me to the other window. As he began talking to his clerk, I continued struggling with my own clerk. I listened to him talking about seeing his kid for his birthday later today and how he doesn’t get to see her much because of the kid’s mother. I got up to take my picture when I noticed a piece of paper next to my chair. When I got back to the chair, I reached down and picked it up, thinking maybe I had dropped. As I was leaning back up after picking the paper up, I saw him again looking and smirking. I unfolded the paper and was turned on by what I read. It simply said, “Bathroom faggot.” I looked back, but he was talking with his clerk, appearing to have disregarded me. After I paid for my license, I got up to leave and walked out of the room, trying to ignore the note. As I was walking out, I saw the restroom sign, with an arrow pointing down a hallway. I paused, willing myself to turn and walk out the building. The longer I stood there, the harder it was to choose to walk out the building. I felt my feet moving of their own accord as they turned me left and began walking down the hall toward the bathroom. I tried telling them to stop, but it did not work. I walked down the hall about 20 feet and entered the men’s room before I knew what was happening. I walked to the last stall, and entered. Not knowing why I did it, I turned to the stall door and dropped down on my knees. Some other part of my brain, the one that contained all the fantasies had seemingly taken control. Kneeling on the floor, I put my hands behind my back and leaned my head down to the floor. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps approaching the stall where I was kneeling. I heard a deep voice say, “That’s what I knew a faggot like you would do.” I lifted my eyes up and as my head began to lift, he told me to just look forward at his cock. I stopped at his dick, which was sticking out of his pants. It looked to be about 7” long hard, and about the size of a Red Bull around. He simply said, “Suck it faggot, that’s all your good for.” It turned me on hearing him insult and debase me and I leaned forward, opening my mouth and, for the first time, I gave into my fantasy of sex in a public bathroom. After having his cock head in my mouth for a few seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and yanked it toward his crotch, saying, “Hurry up faggot, I’m not here for a head job.” I felt him push at my throat and immediately started to choke. I also heard somewhere in my head, my voice yelling at me to stop this and get out of there. That voice was drowned out by the pain of him continuing to force himself into my throat as he forced my lips to his pubes and crotch. He laughed at the pain I was going through, the choking and the tears it was causing. “That’s where faggots like you belong, on your knees gagging on my straight cock.” He pulled out before slamming back in, pushing into my throat and repeating this several times. “Fuck yeah faggot, you’re starting to get better.” As the throat rape continued, I felt my throat loosen and the gag reflex subsiding. After a couple of minutes of this, with his cock jammed all the way in, he told me, “Stand the fuck up and lose the fucking pants.” I tried shaking my head to tell him “No” but his response cut directly through me, “Do it, or you’re going to regret it. Badly.” I tried pulling off his cock in order to stand up and he immediately grabbed the back of my head again, shoving it back down on his cock and said, “I told you to stand up, not get off my cock. Now get the fuck up before I have to hurt you.” Using my hands and feet for leverage, I was able to stand up without dislodging his cock. I reached down and was somehow successful in unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. “C’mon faggot,” he ordered as he grabbed my pants and began yanking them downward. I was able to get them down to my ankles and eventually kick them off. I felt his hand reach over to my ass and the sound of the slap and the pain from him slapping my ass were a shock I was not expecting and I seemed to take even more of his dick in. I felt him reach back with his left hand and pull my ass cheeks apart. I heard him spit and his right returned to my ass, rubbing the spit directly on my hole. Then, without any warning, I felt my hole get ripped open by one of his fingers as he jammed it in. I grunted in pain as I had not had anything up my ass in months (damn COVID). He fucked me with one finger, and then jammed in a second one. Without lube and having been so tight, my hole was in serious pain. After fucking me with two fingers for a minute or so, he ripped them out, putting an angle on them to pull my hole open upwards as he exited. The order was direct, “Turn around faggot and spread that ass for me.” For a second, I did not know what to do and he smacked me hard on the side of my head, “Now faggot.” I pulled off his cock, almost immediately missing the feeling in my stretched out throat. I turned around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. “Nice fag pussy. But it’s going to be even nicer when I’m done with you.” I heard him hocking his throat and then spitting directly onto my hole. I then felt his fingers jam back in and a second later, I felt a burn beginning in my ass. I immediately knew, from reading all the chem sex stories. He had just shoved a shard of meth up my ass. I immediately said, “No, please take it out.” He laughed and said, “Too late for that,” and as he said that, the first wave of meth hit my brain and I began to feel the impact. My hole began to open up and the craving for more in my ass began. I pushed back on his fingers, reaching the base of them. He laughed, “There it is. The faggot is awake.” He yanked his fingers out and said, “I think you need a little more help.” This time I felt three fingers jam in and a new, and more intense burning begin. I immediately groaned, in pleasure and pain from the burn, but again shoved my ass down to the base of his fingers. Before I could stop myself, I begged him, “Fuck me, please. Shove your dick in me. Please, I need you to fuck…rape my faggot pussy hard.” I heard that laugh again as he yanked his fingers out again. I felt a cool liquid drop on my hole and pushed back to try and get to his cock. He put his hand on my back and stopped me, saying, “You should be more careful what you ask for.” I felt his cock head on my hole and before I could even think about being ready, he slammed through my hole and ran all the way in, balls deep, on the first thrust. The pain was immense and I screamed out in response. However, the darkness again took over as I groaned, “Oh god, yes, fuck me, rape me.” He pulled all the way out and then slammed back in, doing this over and over again until he told me, “Your pussy is wide open, begging me for my dick.” He slammed back in and I grunted in pleasure as he then proceeded to give what I begged for, a brutal rape fuck slamming into me over and over again, not caring what he was doing to me. I felt myself slamming back on him as he slammed into me, feeling him hit my prostate every time. This fuck did not last long and he warned me, “I’m gonna cum faggot, I’m gonna shoot my dirty load in you.” I barely made out the word “Dirty” but didn’t care. I begged, “Please, shoot your load in me, knock my cunt up, give it to me.” After several more hard and deep thrusts, he slammed in one last time as he said, “Here it is faggot,” as I felt him start to spasm as he pumped his load deep in my ass. I kept begging him, “Give it to me. Load me up.” After several spasms, he grunted as he finished, “Fucking faggot, that’s a big strong load of cum up your ass. Thank me for letting you have it.” “Thank you for giving me your load Sir, I needed it.” He slowly pulled out, telling me to squeeze my cunt so I didn’t drop any of his cum. I did the best I could, but could feel some cum slide out. I heard rustling and he handed me my phone, showing a picture of my stretched open hole with cum dripping out. I could only respond, “Oh fuck,” as he said, “You’ll probably enjoy the video too.” I scrolled back and started the video, which began with a very visible shot of the shard he shoved in me. “I used my phone and shared the video with yours. You’re going to enjoy the responses that this video gets.” I tried to fight my brain back into control, but the meth was too much in control. I begged him to fuck me more, but he laughed and said, “I will but not now. I think the next guy can help you out.” I heard, as if on cue, the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. A part of me fought to stand back up and try to prevent being seen. However, the voice inside my head, and the order I was given, “Don’t you fucking move,” kept me under control. I heard a new voice say, “There’s the faggot I knew you were.” This didn’t make any sense at first until the first guy said, “Thanks for letting me break him open. He’s a good little fag fuck. Especially with the two shards I gave him.” The second guy laughed and said, “He’s been fucking waiting for this day. I’ve spent too much time breaking his mind down. Now it’s time to break that ass open, more than he’s begged for. SO MUCH MORE.” To be continued, if you want

I'm sorry to know that Slammer intimidates you. There's really nothing to be concerned about; I've been going for years - I can't remember even one time some guy got violent with another guy. There are employees around that make sure nothing untoward happens (but they're "busy' too sometimes). Pigs can be dirrrrrty, but they're also mostly decent guys. Hope you reconsider !!! In any case though, have a grrrrrrrrreat time here in Ft. Lauderdale, and get back home with a big fat filthy smile.

BREEDING THE CUMDUMP I had a message from a 28 bi lad asking if I was open for loads. When I told him yes he told me to be ready in 10 mins as he was on his way. He had clearly been before and just needed to use the local cumdump as his human fleshlight. I was ass up on the bed in my jock, harness and pup hood with my hole lubed and plugged ready for use. I fucking love letting complete strangers slide inside me, no question asked, when they need to cum. He turned up as planned and made his way to the bedroom. He simply unzipped his jacket, undid his jeans and pushed his boxers down to his knees. He was wanking his boner when he gently removed my butt plugged and slid his dick inside me. It was clear he just needed to fuck an easy hole and loose his load. He grabbed my hips and got to work using my hole. This lads dick felt right at home inside my cunt, so I passed him my phone and asked him to show me what he could see. He recorded 30 seconds of his dick fucking the local cumdump! When he had done he threw the phone onto the bed and got back to work n loading the cumdump. I was clenching his pounding dick with my ass muscles and it wasn’t long before I was rewarded with this hot lads cummy load deep in my cunt. The pace quickened and he released hot spunk inside me. He grabbed the pen and tagged my ass as he pulled out. I was left , used and dripping as he left in total silence!

Was chatting online with a young man for a couple days at the a furry convention and arranged to have him over to my room tonight. My partner took a couple loads in our room while I watched then left to go DJ a room party. So I had the room to myself for a few hours. I generally don't have sex with other guys when he is around because he still has some issues with sharing me (he isn't so much jealous as he is just a greedy bottom and wants all the loads). So once the partner was out of the room this guy who is about 20-25 years younger than me showed up in his pup hood and strips down to just a harness and a chastity cage. I'm in my pup gear. He dropped to his knees and I fucked his face roughly for a bit then had him crawl up in the bed. I put a blindfold over his pup hood and then had him suck my balls and my dick some more. I then put mitt style cuffs on him plus ankle cuffs and clipped them all together while he was on his back. At this point I also put a gag in him and then fucked him for a bit on the bed. I moved him to the sling and fucked him some more and the had him lie face down on the bed and fucked him until I came, pumping my load deep in him. After a little bit of aftercare, he left them I want and joined my partner at the room party. Neither of us took off our hoods to reveal our faces or exchanged irl names. I also took a lot of pictures that I sent him so he can post them on Twitter.

Long time listener, first time caller. Decided to give back with this story. So i hope your enjoy. Cody had always been a bottom, and a particularly slutty one at that and he loved the feeling of a hard cock sliding into him, the sensation of being filled, the power of submission. Today, he had ventured out to the local sauna, on the outskirts of the city a place known for its liberal attitudes and steamy encounters. The sauna was busy, the air thick with steam and the scent of sweat and desire, walking in, his eyes scanning the room, he spotted an assortment of older thick and muscular men, hair slick from the saunas steam, sitting on the benches. Cody approached taking a seat close by, his heart pounding with nervious energy and anticipation. The dimly lit room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, a heady mix that made his cock twitch in his tight jockstrap which at this point he regretted wearing as it didnt allow his cock to reach its full potential and it was begining to become unformfortable. He'd heard whispers about this place, a sauna where rules were flexible, and condoms were optional. Was he was ready to indulge in his darkest desires was this the night? A burly, tattooed man was the first to approach him, his eyes locked onto Cody's. "First time here?" Intoroducing himself as Jake as his voice could be surely hear across and throught the steam room. Cody nodded, licking his lips nervously. "Want to have some fun?" Cody grinned with excited nerves, "I'm always up for a good time." Jake's hands found their way to Cody's ass, squeezing it roughly. "You like it rough, don't ya, boy?" Cody moaned, "Sir. I love it however its given, but rough is okay." Jake chuckled, "Good. You okay if we play raw?" Cody's eyes widened, but his cock throbbed at the thought. "I. i. .i.i.i.i.i..... ok, i can take it," he spoke shakily and unsure of his words as he, popped open a bottle of poppers and inhaled deeply, that invincible feeling of greed washing over him. Jake undressed, revealing a thick, uncut cock which Cody dropped to his knees, eager to taste it he sucked too eagerly in his popperes haze gagging as it hit the back of his throat in uncontrolled motion however Jake grunted taking it as a sign, "That's it, slut. Take it all." After a few minutes, Jake pulled Cody up and bent him over a nearby bench and then pushed a unknown number of fingers way too hard into his dry now sore ass. Cody called out, "Fuck, easy that stretch is ripping me, please help me out can you use some lube at least." Jake ignored the request and whilst he could have easily obliged he knew the slut was good for it, adding a finger, scissoring them to prepare for his cock. Jake threw poppers down infront of Cody and then replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing into Cody's ass with one smooth thrust. Cody gasped, "Fuck, you're big." Jake laughed, "You can take it, slut just hit those poppers deep and shut up, take my cock." Cody hit the poppers hard some splashing burning the inside of his nose but still moaned. Jake pounded into Cody, his balls slapping against Cody's ass causing him to feel every inch of Jake's cock, the pleasure building inside him. Using his head to prop himself up reached down to grab his own cock, but Jake grabbed him before he got to it, not even sure if he was still hard or giving into being a bottom "Not yet, slut. You come after I do." Jake fucked Cody hard, his grunts filling the room. Cody could feel Jake's cock swelling inside him, and then Jake was coming, filling Cody's ass with his hot cum. He hadnt even asked for his status before they started it all happened so quick. After pulling out, the the cooling air and vacant feeling along with the cum leaking out of his ass provided much need releif from what he had just taken up his now sore hole. Reaching back he scooped some of the cum, hesitating momentarily before bringing it to his lips, then moaning at the taste. This was all happing so fast almost out of instinctive nature, he hadnt thought to do it or intended like when jacking off at home, was he now a slut? Jake wasn't the only one who'd noticed Cody as a crowd had gathered, their cocks hard and ready. An unknown man spoke first "I guess if someone else isnt going to then it must be my turn," his voice commanding. Flipping his towel down by Codys head, revealed a long, thick cock. He pushed Cody to his knees, allowing him to get signifacantly spun on poppers once again before fucking his face until gagging and that panic set in. After a few short but brutal minutes he was back up on the bench and turned around, pushed down onto his hands and knees with a cock pressing against his ass. He was surprisingly loose or the poppers were doing the job as the invading cock was sliding in, filling Cody completely moaining for the bennefit of his audience "Fuck, yes. Give it to me." The man obliged, fucking Cody hard and fast. He fucked Cody until he was ready to burst, and then he without ceremony came, filling Cody's ass with his second RAW load for the night. The night went on like this, with Cody taking cock after cock, each one filling him, using him, and coming inside him. He lost count of how many times he was filled, but he knew it was double digits and that he was high on poppers, his ass sore and filled to a point where there was no stopping the slow flow back out of his ass and he didn't care. He loved it. Maybe thirty minutes later after what could have been the seventeenth of twenty seventh load a man approach him but this was different. He was older, his body lean and muscular with a tattoo of a red ribbon on his arm, a symbol he kind of recognized. The man stood next to him softly asked "You taking ALL loads tonight slut or you just picking the good clean, boy?" his voice cold. Cody nodded, "Tonight! Yes, sir. I'm a slut." Tom smiled, a cruel twist of his lips. "Good. Because i have something for you that will make you a slut forever, and I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum." Hesitating, but only for a moment. He hit the poppers five times over and got sky high, his ass sore and filled with srangers cum already, but the amyl clouded his thoughts and taking a poz load was intoxicating. He nodded, "Do it. Fill me up." Tom revealed a thick, veiny cock with a reverse PA piercing that made his cock look agressive and signaled the kinky, dominating POZ monster he was preparing to unleash. Cody on his hands and knees and pushed his ass onto the invading cock, sliding in easily but uttering the words "Fuck, you're big." Tom laughed. Tom fucked slowly, his cock sliding in and out of Cody's ass slowly enjoying his time with the thick juicy ass before him. Allowing his slut to feel every ridge, every vein. Tom fucked Cody until he was ready to burst, not even asking or calling out he just came, filling Cody's ass with his hot, poz cum, pulled out, dissapeared into the steam and out the door before he could turn back around which made his feel used, dirty and turned on. The crowd had gone from within the steam room as he stayed there on all fours trying to entice anyone who lurked in the corners or were to walk it, with the thought parhaps he had fucked everyone in the sauna. Getting up and walking around revealed it was indeed still very busy (maybe taking that last load scared others away he wondered) before deciding to take a piss as he passed the bathrooms on the upper level. Entering the bathrooms awell-built man was standing still at the urinal. His shaved head and thick beard caught Cody's attention immediately. As Cody approached, he noticed the man was playing with his soft cock, idly wanking at the urinal. The thought crossed Cody's mind: Was he into piss play, or was he just enjoying himself? "You ever been pissed on before?" The deep, husky voice of the stranger pulled Cody out of his thoughts. He shook his head, his body tensing with anticipation. "No," he admitted. "Never." A slow, seductive smile spread across the man's face, his hand moving on his cock. "Well, tonight could be your night," he purred, his fingers lightly stroking the length of his shaft, causing it to harden and grow thick and erect before Cody's eyes. Cody couldn't help but feel his own cock stirring in response to the sight before him. He watched, mesmerized, as the stranger continued to stroke himself and without being asked, felt himself bending at the knees, squatting to the floor eyes widened in shock as he realized what was about to happen as few loads spit out of his hole onto the floor from his own earlier excapades. He opened his mouth, his tongue sticking out slightly as the stranger's piss flowed out, hitting Cody's face and mouth, the warmth of the liquid surprised him, but he found himself moaning, his body responding to the sensation. He could taste the saltiness of piss, could feel it hitting his tongue and knew he was instantly hooked. As the stranger continued to empty his bladder onto his face and chest, he took long hits of poppers, becoming slutty and submissive with each inhalation, his hands moved to his own cock, stroking it in rhythm with the man's pissing. By the time the stranger had finished, Cody was begging for more however all the stranger had to offer was to suck on his softening cock which he eagerly complied, his lips and tongue working in tandem to clean the man's cock of any remaining traces of piss. As Cody continued to suck and lick at the man's cock, he could feel the stranger's fingers entwining in his hair, pulling him closer and deeper onto his shaft as he moaned around the cock in his mouth, his own cock now leaking precum, joining the wet spot on the floor beneath him. The stranger's other hand moved to Cody's ass, expertly fingering his once tight hole causing him to gasped around the cock in his mouth, his body trembling with pleasure. He could feel the man's fingers penetrating him deeper and very easy with each thrust. Finally, the stranger pulled his cock from Cody's mouth, a wicked grin spreading across his face "You ready to feel my cock inside you, slut?" He growled, his fingers still working their magic on his hole. Nodding eagerly, his eyes wide and filled with lust and with a sharp thrust, the stranger replaced his fingers, plunging his thick, hard cock deep into Cody's ass. The stranger didn't relent, fucking Cody hard and fast, their bodies slapping together with each thrust. As the stranger continued to pound into Cody, his hand moved back to his own cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts finally joining in on the fun. The man's thrusts grew more and more erratic, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps 'Take my poz load' he called out then before he could say a word or anything the final thrust, exploded deep inside the Cody, filling him with not his first for the night hot, sticky POZ load. As the stranger pulled out, Cody's own cock erupted, covering the floor beneath him with his own hot NEG, sticky load. (for now) He collapsed onto the floor of the bathroom, the stranger's cum now dripping out of his ass. As he caught breaths, the stranger knelt down beside Cody, his hand moving to gently stroke Cody's hair. "You did good, slut, im not on meds right now but i dont think you really care" he whispered, his voice filled with approval. Cody could only smile up at the man, his body still trembling with pleasure as he knew then and there that this wouldn't be the last time he found himself in the sauna, seeking to satisfy his new found kink for piss play and POZ sex.

My first experience with water sports wasn’t planned at all. I was being fucked by a 3 guys in a sling room at a bathhouse here in Sydney and a 4th guy came into the sling room and proceeded to fist me very slowly. I’d been getting fucked by the first three guys for what seemed like quite a long time that evening…and all of the alcohol I consumed at the bars on Oxford Street, prior to playing at this bathhouse, was ready to be released. As the fourth continued to fist me, I pissed all over myself, aimed my cock at each guy and pissed all over them, aimed my cock at myself and tried to piss over my head but it ended up in my eyes…etc. I’ve always loved the smell of dried piss, I don’t know why but I can’t go to urinal at pub without the caramelly scent getting me hard. I want to roll around in it like a cat that has discovered the bag of catnip. After the four guys fucked and fisted me, I allowed my piss to dry on my body so I could smell it as I continued my cruising at the bath’s “maze” and dark room.

Super hot! I’ve been considering doing something similar and your post makes me less nervous about the possibility of being a total cumdump for a group of black tops and letting them fill me up with all their loads (and hopefully some piss too)

We know (from the historical record) that the primary driving force behind the creation of the Electoral College was to get southern states on board with approving the new constitution. They'd already been handed a major victory when seats in the US House were apportioned based on the formula "free people + 3/5 of slaves" (which meant, effectively, white people plus 3/5 of black people). Each southerner's vote, therefore, counted for 160% of that of each northerner's vote when choosing members of the House. The essence of that arrangement was carried over to the Electoral College, which, contrary to the popular imagination, was not created because the founders "feared democracy". As a matter of fact, a substantial portion of the constitutional convention wanted direct election of the president (albeit by those eligible to vote, ie white men who owned property, only). But just as they didn't want a Congress dominated by free states who might look askance about the institution of slavery, the slave states were adamant that the president not be chosen by a group that, even they could see, would soon be numerically dominated by residents of non-slaveholding states. The EC was in fact a late-in-the-game compromise, where the need to keep selection out of the hands of Congress met the practicality of the two senators, 3/5 slave apportionment compromise. Thus was born the idea of electors equal to the number of senators and representatives, apportioned the same way. There was no grand design suggesting it was an ideal arrangement (and in fact no other nation on earth has adopted it, despite many, many of the other aspects of our constitution being reflected in governments around the world). It's not a slur to call it the White Supremacy Compromise. What's interesting is that even though slavery has officially been over for more than 150 years, there's still a tinge of white supremacy left in the EC, though not in the most obvious place. We've heard a lot about how the GOP desperately wants to increase its appeal to minorities - especially Black people, Asians, and Hispanics. And in fact, they have made some inroads in that respect across all three groups, though it's arguable going from 4% to 7% support among Blacks, for instance, really counts as progress. But what's interesting is that when you look at the distribution of ethno-racial groups across the country, those efforts by the GOP are almost entirely wasted. For instance, looking at Asians: roughly 75% of Asian-Americans live in California, New York, Texas, New Jersey, Hawaii, Illinois, Washington, Florida, Virginia, and Pennsylvania. The GOP could double its appeal among Asians and still come nowhere near winning California, New York, New Jersey, Hawaii, Illinois or Washington. They largely have Texas and Florida in the bag for now, so any gains there are basically wasted in terms of the electoral college. At most, they might get a little closer to flipping Virginia and Pennsylvania. Maybe. Likewise, for Blacks: they're overwhelmingly concentrated in Louisiana, Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas, South and North Carolina, and Virginia. The GOP already has a lock on the first five of those, so any gains are wasted. They might get a little boost in NC or Virginia (again). Maybe. But then the same policies that appeal to Black people in Virginia aren't likely to be the same ones that appeal to Asians. So appeal to one, repel the other, and vice versa - or come across as so cynical trying for both that neither one really moves your direction. Hispanics present a similar problem. There's no way California's flipping red, even with major inroads among Hispanics there. Conversely, gains in Texas and Florida are wasted. It's unlikely the GOP can take New Mexico, although it could shore them up in Arizona a bit. And this isn't just a Republican thing. The Democrats could boost their share of the Black vote in Mississippi to 99% and still not win the state. They could lose a quarter of their Black voters in California and still win the state in a cakewalk. And so on. Add to all of this that none of the three groups is necessarily monolithic in its interests. So it's very easy for outreach to come across as pandering. Which is why the trio of swing states - Wisconsin, Michigan, Pennsylvania - remain so important. They're also whiter than the rest of the country: Wisconsin (86%), Michigan (75%), Pennsylvania (75%), compared with 58% of the US being non-Hispanic White. As the states (in addition to Nevada) that flipped D to R in 2016 and back again in 2020, they're most "up for grabs". And that means, for better or worse, campaigning to white people about their issues. Which makes white voters, once again, more valuable than others. Of course, getting rid of the archaic Electoral College would upend that immediately. But as for now, it's doing what it was intended to do all along.

My first sex sessions had a lot of other firsts. the older guy who was chatting me up online picked me up for a weekend and brought his buddy along. was a little nervous at first but i was such a porno fiend i got used to the situation quickly. they drenched me in their piss and i swallowed some of it. i felt like such a nasty little slut for these two older party and sex fiends. neverr looked back

Spiritually based. Yes, that means religion for you atheists. You must accept that the DNA in my seed was designed by a power greater than you. So nope, I don’t fuck atheists nor do I leave evidence inside an agnostic.

I love to latch on and drink from the tap. But I don’t think I’ve had “premium” … I guess that’s like getting high test at the gas pump!

She can bring her greens that she prepared in the bathtub lol

Israel is a strategic defense partner of ours. It's a two way street so part of our defense is via Israel. We can't really kick Nettie in the balls; as much as the Israeli Trump deserves it.

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PART 2 - just feeling a bit off. Cody had been feeling under the weather for a few days and decided that a visit to the sauna might help him relax and sweat out whatever was ailing him. As he sat in the familiar steam room, he noticed another man, a 35-year-old, muscular American with warm, brown eyes, sitting across from him and recalled seeing him before as a regular at the sauna, known for his charm and charisma. "You look like you could use some company," Marcus said, breaking the silence. "First time here?" "HAHAH" he nevously let out "No, just feeling a bit off," Cody replied, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Well, maybe a little conversation will help," Marcus suggested, moving closer. "I'm Marcus, by the way." "Cody," he managed to say before another wave of dizziness hit him. Marcus noticed Cody's discomfort and swiftly moved to support him. "Hey, you don't look so good. Let's get you out of here." Outside, Marcus guided Cody to a private room, claiming it was a place to rest and recover. As Cody lay on the bench, Marcus removed Codys towel, claiming it was to help him cool down. Cody was suddenly too weak to protest as Marcus began to caress his body, his hands exploring every inch of Cody's skin upto his head, "You're so hot," Marcus exclaimed, his breath Cody's ear. "Let me take care of you." Cody's body responded to Marcus's touch, despite his weakened state. Marcus took this as a sign of consent and began to explore Cody's body further, his hands drifting lower, cupping Cody's growing erection. "You like that, don't you?" Marcus cooed, stroking Cody's cock as he took a small bottle from his bag and held it under Cody's nose. "Breathe it in," he instructed. The amyl nitrate hit Cody like a wave, his body relaxing instantly. Marcus smiled, knowing the drug would make Cody more pliant. "Now, let's see what you can do," Marcus said, positioning himself between Cody's legs. He leaned down, licking Cody's cock from base to tip, his tongue swirling around the head. Cody moaned, his hips bucking slightly. Marcus chuckled. He took Cody's cock into his mouth, sucking hard and fast. Cody's moans grew louder, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him. Marcus pulled back, his lips glistening with spit. "You taste so good," he said, running his tongue along Cody's shaft. "But I want to taste something else." Marcus flipped Cody over, his hands gripping Cody's ass cheeks. He spread them apart, his tongue diving into Cody's hole. Cody gasped, his body tensing at the intrusion as Marcus licked and probed, his tongue circling Cody's entrance. He reached for the bottle of lube, squirting some onto his fingers and around Cody's hole, his fingers pressing in gently. "Relax," Marcus whispered, his voice soothing. "Let me in." Cody hadnt taken a cock in his arse since he was here well over a month ago and it took a deep breath for his body to begin relaxing as Marcus's finger slid in. Marcus began to move his finger in and out, his other hand stroking Cody's cock. Cody's moans filled the room, his body pushing back against Marcus's finger. "You ready for more?" Marcus adding another finger stretching Cody's hole. Cody's moans turned to whimpers, his body tensing again. "Shh, it's okay," Marcus soothed, his fingers really rampaging his ring. "You can take it." Cody took a deep hit of amyl, his body relaxing once more. More of his fingers were inserted again as Marcus leaned down, his tongue licking his fingers fucked the boys ass. "You're doing so good," Marcus praised, his voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see what you can really do." Marcus removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock. Cody gasped at the sudden intrusion, his body stretching to accommodate Marcus as he began to move, cock sliding in and out of Cody's ass. Moans filled the room, his body pushing back against Marcus's thrusts. Marcus groaned, his hips moving faster. "I love the way you feel around my cock." Cody's body was on fire, his cock and head throbbing. He could barely reach down, to stroke himself but Marcus's cock was hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Cody's body. Marcus reached around, his hand wrapping around Cody's cock. He began to stroke in time with his thrusts, his other hand gripping Cody's hip. Cody's body tensed, his cock throbbing in Marcus's hand. He came without so much as whisper, his body just barely convulsing as his orgasm washed a cold sweat over him. Marcus groaned, his own orgasm hitting him moments later. He collapsed on top of Cody, their bodies slick with sweat. As they lay there, panting, Marcus reached for the bottle of amyl nitrate once more. "One more time," he whispered, holding the bottle under Cody's nose reaching back to unlock the door swinging it open........

The next morning I woke up with a massive wood. And the plug was still in my cumy hole. I touched my stomach and smiled. That toxic load had all night to do its work and convert me into a POZ slut. But I had to get up and get ready for work. I stepped into the bath tub to take a shower. Before I turned on the water I pulled the bud plug out. It left my boy cunt gaping wide open and last night's cum loads flowed out of my ass. I watched in awe how much sperm the guys pumped into my guts last night. A big puddle gooey cum collected in the bathtub. It felt a little sad that all that spunk left my body. Including the one that was almost certain POZ. But my slut instinct told me what to do. I knelt down and slurped that toxic puddle up and swallowed it! Nothing compares to the hot taste of cum. Now that sperm is going to stay in body even longer. I made sure nothing of that toxic fluid was wasted. When I got up and turned on the shower I came spontaneously without even touching my boner.

Disclaimer: there is condom sex in this chapter. It serves the plot. Sorry in advance if you're totally opposed to that. "The last thing I need is a sterile semen sample, Brock," Dr. Shah explained as he took off his pants. His white Calvin Klein briefs stood out against his darker complexion, and Brock could see that his chest wasn't the only part of him that was hairy. "After I prep you, you cannot touch your dick until after I have the specimen," he continued. As Dr. Shah took his briefs off, Brock nearly lunged off the exam table to get at the doctors cock. Dr. Shah had the shortest dick in the room by at least an inch, but he was a very close second behind Brock for thickest. Brock had never encountered another penis even close to as thick as his. His uncle' dick was amazing, but only a bit thicker than average. Even the guys he had seen in the lockerrooms or changing at the pool fell short of Brock. As he held it, the girth felt very familiar. Brock moved to take the doctor's member in his mouth, but was stopped by Dr. Shah's firm grip on his shoulder. "Business today, Brock," he scolded. He nodded at Rod and Dale, who moved to restrain Brock. Dr. Shah had taken a condom wrapper from his pocket. "I'm going to clean your penis and then I am going to fuck you until you ejaculate, Brock. I will collect your semen directly in this specimen cup. It is imperative that after I clean you, nothing touches your penis. Is that clear?" Brock nodded. The doctor proceeded. When Brock was undressed and prepped, Dr. Shah slathered a generous amount of sterile lube on and in his hole. Again, the doctor's experience was on display. Dr. Shah's intention and confidence was putting Brock at ease. And turning him on. Finally, Dr. Shah rolled the condom down his erect cock. Brock started to make a noise of protest, but was stopped by his uncle. "Dr. Shah is negative -" "For now," Rod interjected. "- and engaged," Dale finished pointedly. He is one of very few people outside the Society that knows it exists." Brock reluctantly nodded his understanding. Dr. Shah positioned himself at Brock's hole. With firm, even pressure, he began to slowly insert the head of his dick into Brock. Brock couldn't tell if it was his inexperience or the doctor's girth, but something made this process intense. Dr. Shah didn't stop until he had his full length inside Brock. By the time Dr. Shah had gotten all 6.5" of his member inside, Brock was panting and straining against Dale and Rod's restraint. "FuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUCK!" Brock was nearly shouting. Dr. Shah had taken a brief moment of pause when he was fully inside Brock. Brock continued to breathe heavily, desperately willing his guts to relax to accommodate Dr. Shah's thickness. Dr. Shah began to move in and out of Brock. Thrusting wasn't quite the right word. His movements were more fluid, like waves rolling in and receding. Brock's entire body felt like he had been hit by lightning. The thrill of ecstasy pulsed from deep within. He tried to take notes on how Dr. Shah moved his body. This was a skill. A skill he needed to have. Dale had done a number on Brock's prostate when he took Brock's virginity, but this was something else entirely. This was like his prostate was being massaged - almost milked by the doctor's smooth, constant rhythm. Insertion flowed seamlessly into withdrawal. Brock was bewildered by the sensation of it. He could only differentiate the two by the occasional slap of the doctor's thighs against Brock's muscular cheeks. Dr. Shah was speaking Farsi and Brock had no idea what he was saying, but the tone suggested he was telling Brock what a great hole he had. Brock managed to moan in response. Brock and Rod simultaneously realized that Dr. Shah had only forbidden anyone touching Brock's dick. Brock turned to his father and engulfed the 8", precum-slick member his father had been stroking moments before. His uncle, meanwhile, was busily extracting his own identical cock from the confines of his precum soaked jeans. Brock alternated between the matched pair of cocks on either side of him. He would have to chuckle later at the fact that they truly were identical. Brock was already overwhelmed by the sensations in his hole and the confusion of the duplicate dicks when Rod pulled a small ampule out of his pocket. Brock was intimately familiar with poppers already. They had featured in all of his sexual encounters thus far. He liked them so much, he used them most of the time when edging, too. But what he had used were a pale imitation of what Rod had pulled from his pocket. Rod cracked the ampule and inhaled deeply before holding it under Brock's nose. Brock had a glimpse of a thought that his poppers smelled different. That flicker of a though fleeted away as something primal took over. Brock experienced the next few minutes like it was being explained to him via PowerPoint. Dissociated from everything with lucid flashes as each new slide was shown. He deep throated his father and uncle in turn, swallowing every drop he could of their virus-laced precum. His own virus resonated with a kind of camaraderie. Dr. Shah had picked up the pace as he continued his gyrating exploration of Brock's insides. Intense pulses of pleasure from his prostate were a metronome keeping time for Dr. Shah's dance-like fucking. Brock wasn't sure how much time passed before his head cleared. He looked around to see the older men also regaining their composure. "The fuck was that?" Brock asked hazily. "The benefits of being in a big city," Rod replied, offering another hit, which Brock eagerly took. He sank slowly back into the gentle, warm haze where the only things that mattered were his pleasure and the pleasure of the men around him Brock suddenly became aware of the pressure building both in his balls, and in his prostate. He started to say he was about to cum, but it came out as a gutteral moan as he began shooting veritable ropes of cum. Brock was a distance shooter and typically shot very thick loads. And in quantities that could only be described as copious. The doctor's fucking and whatever his father had dosed him with dialed all of that up to 11. In the aftermath, Dr. Shah was screwing a lid on a specimen container that was full of pearly white semen. That was less than half of what Brock had shot. The rest was on his chest and abdomen, the exam table, the floor, and the wall behind the exam table. At least two spurts had hit the celing above the bed. Once the specimen container was sealed, his father and uncle pushed themselves over the edge within a second of each other. Their poison seed shot across Brock's hairy body from either side. When they had finished, Dr. Shah stepped up beside Brock's face and removed the condom. Without touching his dick, he began oozing the brightest white cum Brock had ever seen. It smelled like someone could get pregnant just by looking at it. Like distilled virility. It was as viscous as his dick was thick. It was incredible. Dr. Shah's leaked his concentrated cum all over Brock's face and beard. Brock eagerly licked what he could out of his facial hair and used his fingers to ingest the rest. His father and uncle eagerly helped clean up. Mostly with their tongues, but some towels were used on the floor at least. Dr. Shah went back to processing the samples. "We should have results by Wednesday," Dr. Shah said as they finished cleaning up and Brock got redressed. They each shook Dr. Shah's hand as they prepared to leave. Brock chuckled a little. "Dr. Shah, aren't there easier ways to get a sterile semen sample?" He asked in a voice equal parts entertained and incredulous. "Yes," Dr. Shah responded. God his accent was sexy. "So why..." Brock gestured around indiscriminately, "all of this?" "This was more fun," Dr. Shah replied matter of factly. He had a mischievous glint in his light brown eyes as he smiled genuinely at Brock. "I'll call you with your results."

Brock returned from his run to an empty house. His mom had already left for work, it seemed. He stripped off his shorts and jock on his way to the shower. He was fully hard by the time he ducked under the hot water. Images of Leon fucking the unknown man flashed between thoughts of what it felt like to have power over the anonymous man - the anonymous man desperate for Brock's cock. Brock was certain that if the man had been allowed, he would have swallowed Brock's entire cock until Brock blew his load. Brock wondered if the man would be able to swallow his entire load. His entire venomous load. His phone chirped from the edge of the vanity and Brock snapped back to reality. He'd been stroking his cock slowly and was getting dangerously close to blowing his load down the shower drain. His virus had made it very clear that was no longer acceptable. Where Brock had previously been able to jerk off and cum nearly on command, he found himself now reluctant to cum. He'd jerked off multiple times a day in the week since he had fucked his uncle. The day he lost count of how many loads he shot, when he fucked his uncle until he couldn't physically cum anymore. The day he blew his last negative loads and his first positive loads. The day, he was quite certain, he converted. But despite his efforts, he had been unable to get off from jerking off since. He turned the shower off and stepped out into the steamy bathroom. His phone chirped again. It was his calendar reminder for his date with his uncle. He dried himself off, tied his hair back, and threw on briefs, jeans, and a flannel shirt. He was out the door a few minutes later. ---------- Brock pulled into the parking lot at the address his uncle had given him. He was slightly confused. According to the sign, the building housed the University's public health department. Brock had just grabbed his phone to text his uncle when a message popped up from him. "Front door is open. I'll meet you inside" When Brock got inside, Dale gave him a very tight hug. His uncle was dressed in some loose fitting athletic shorts and a muscle shirt. He must have come from the gym or something. "How was your week, bud?" his uncle asked. Brock gave Dale the highlights, leaving out his fantasies about fucking his scholar bowl coach and his excursion this morning. It slowly dawned on Brock that they seemed to be waiting for someone else. "Who are we waiting for, uncle Dale?" Brock asked. "Someone who's always late," Dale responded, annoyed. "Come on. He knows where he's going." Dale led Brock through the building, which was a bit of a maze inside - thank you brutalist architecture. After several corners and hallways, they found themselves in a dead end that appeared to be set up as a lounge with a couch and a couple chairs. Dale didn't hesitate. He walked straight over to the sofa, pulled the waistband of his shorts down to show his jockstrap-clad ass, and bent over the arm to present his hole to Brock. Brock's member stiffened instantly and within seconds, precum was soaking into his briefs. Dale reached back and spread his cheeks wider. The blood had rushed from Brock's brain to his 9" dick which made it very difficult to make good decisions. Before he could give it a second thought, Brock had his jeans and briefs around his muscular thighs was sinking his granite member into his uncle's hole. Dale was pre lubed. Pre loaded, maybe? Dale's hole welcomed Brock's invading prick readily for the first few inches. Dale groaned as more of his nephew's length entered his guts. "Holy fuck that's a great dick, kiddo," Dale panted. After Brock's dick found resistance, Dale gritted his teeth and pushed back against his nephew. With ample help from his nephew's generous flow of venomous precum, Dale impaled his second sphincter on the poz rod between Brock's legs. When Dale could feel Brock's thick mat of pubic hair against his ass, he stopped, just enjoying the incredible girth stretching his viscera. Brock could feel the days of unintentional edging coming to a rapid boil in his overfilled balls. Just the heat of his uncle's hole was enough to drive him toward the point of rapture. His virus wanted out. It yearned for freedom - to spread. Multiply. Just as quickly as Dale had accepted Brock's member into him, he was sliding off of his nephew's cock and pulling his shorts up. Brock was screaming inside and an ache set into his balls. "We are going to be late, bud. I just had to feel that cock in me." Dale said longingly. He set off down another hallway. Brock fumbled his briefs and jeans back up and set off after him, leaving behind the veritable puddle of biohazardous precum his uncle had left behind on the floor. A few turns later they stopped outside of an office. The placard read "Fahrad Shah, MD." Uncle Dale knocked and a man with a thick accent beckoned them in. Brock followed his uncle into the small office. It was set up like a doctor's office. Dr. Shah sat at the small counter with an array if vials and supplies in front of him. He looked to be in his early 30s and about 6' tall, average build. He had dark hair and light brown eyes. He had a tuft of coarse chest hair visible under the open collar of his shirt. His lab coat was embroidered with a biohazard emblem. The Scorpion motif Brock had become so familiar with was embroidered inside it. Dr. Shah turned from the supplies on the table and extended his hand, first to Dale and then to Brock. Dr. Shah turned back to the supplies and Brock turned to Dale. "What's going on, uncle Dale?" Brock asked. "Dr. Shah is one of the top virologists in the country. He specializes in viral DNA and virus genealogy." Dale responded. His tone was cool and level with an undercurrent of something Brock couldn't quite identify. Excitement? Anticipation? "Dr. Shah is going to test you to ensure you converted and didn't just have a bad flu. And if you're positive, he's going to run some additional tests." Dale hesitated here. Dr. Shah continued meticulously preparing supplies. Brock began to feel uneasy. This was very different from the second video he had seen of Zeke. He had questions, but he couldn't ask them without Dale finding out he snooped that first night. His thoughts thoughts were busily spiraling when there was a sharp knock on the door. Dr. Shah beckoned the newcomer in, again with his thick Iranian accent. Brock's Gaze snapped to the door in time to see Uncle Dale entering the office. And he looked pissed.

Brock returned to school the next day. His first week back was pretty uneventful. Everyone believed Brock had been out with the flu, but he found himself wishing he could tell some people the truth: that he had been out because he was seroconverting under the care and attention of his uncle, who had infected him with HIV. That he had begged his uncle to do it without a second thought. He realized he was rock hard. His massive member stretched across his left thigh. The precum was beginning to flow. His new clothes did nothing to hide his anatomy. He knew uncle Dale had picked underwear that would specifically accentuate his bulge and leave nothing to the imagination. But it seemed his new jeans wanted to do their part, too. "Earth to Brock!" Mr. Bryant called. Brock had never been happier to be sitting at a desk. He'd had a hardon for Mr. Bryant since he started last year. At the present moment that was quite literal. "Does next week work for tryouts, cap-ee-tan?" "Oh. Um. Yeah I think so..." Brock responded pulling his attention away from his dick and out of his daydreams. Mr. Evan Bryant had taken the advanced math position at Park Village High School as his first teaching gig. He was a bit older than most first year teachers at 28. Rumors circulated about what he had done before becoming a teacher. He'd been Spec Ops in the military. He'd been training to be an astronaut but dropped out. He was a CIA analyst. He was in witness protection. He was touring in a band but they broke up. The sheer variety was comical. The truth was much less exciting than any of the rumors. He'd grown up in the next town over. He did spend 4 years in the navy and he had spent a couple years after touring the country, camping and backpacking. After a couple years of that. He decided teaching was his calling. And he was likely right. He was a damn good teacher. His AP Calc class last year had 95% pass the exam for credit. He stood 5'4" and was about 180 lbs of muscle. He had sandy blond hair that he grew out just a bit past his old navy crew cut, perpetual stubble that often was bordering on a scruffy beard, and dark blue eyes. His shoulders were broad, tapering to a narrow waist. You could tell he was muscular, even under his Oxford shirt and chinos. "Where's your head at today, Brock?" Mr. Bryant looked so kind and a little concerned. "I know you were out all last week but if we are going to make nationals, we need to start now." Brock chuckled. He couldn't exactly tell his teacher that his head was already swimming with the possibilities of what his uncle had in store for him tomorrow. He also definitely couldn't tell him that for the last 20 minutes he'd been picturing every position he could fuck Mr. Bryant in using the desk he was currently sitting at. His dick throbbed, oozing a large glop of toxic precum which quickly soaked into his new boxerbriefs. ----------- Dale sat in his office. On the big screen TV played the recording of his session with Brock - the video of him pozzing his nephew. His 8" cut cock was standing straight up out of the fly of his jeans. He was leaking a constant flow of precum while he watched himself fucking his nephew on screen. It dripped slowly over his hand as he stroked his member. "So that's him, huh?" the man beside Dale asked. He had the waistband of his athletic shorts pulled down. His 8" dick stood painfully hard, precum flowing freely and pooling in his bushy pubes. He seemed to be too distracted by the video to stroke his dick. Part of an orange scorpion tattoo was visible on the exposed part of his thigh. "And your certain you got him?" "We see Dr. Shah tomorrow afternoon." Dale responded coolly. "But if he comes back negative, we will just have to try again." Dale fished a coin out of his pocket and casually flipped it. "Call it in the air." "Heads." Dale revealed the coin heads up. "Fuck you. You always get to go first, Rod." Dale sputtered. The two of them exited the office and headed toward the stairs down to the basement

Moments later, the door opened again and it was not Iain who walked out. The young man looked vaguely familiar but Brock couldn't place why. He was about Brock's age, though. About a foot shorter and skinny. He had short, sandy blond hair and blue eyes. He was cute. "I'm Aaron. Iain said you needed some help picking stuff out," he offered. "What kind of stuff are you looking for?" Brock gestured back toward the flannel and denim. "I'm looking for school clothes. Stuff for senior pictures. So something formal, too, I guess?" Aaron led Brock around the store pulling some jeans and flannel, some gym clothes that looked way too...revealing, and some chinos and button up shirts. As he was leading Brock back to the fitting rooms, realization struck Brock. "Aaron, what's your last name?" He asked. "Bryant. Why?" Aaron replied. "Are you related to Evan Bryant?" "He's my half brother, yeah." "He's my scholar bowl coach. I had him for calculus last year," Brock said. "I think I saw you at a match or two." "Probably. I was trying to make varsity at Century High, so he was letting me help out to get a feel for it." Aaron kept talking, but Brock's virus reduced it to a droning white noise in the background. Evan Bryant was the definition of a faculty crush. He was in his late twenties. Short, like his half brother, but where Aaron was skinny, Evan was muscular and stout. Like the difference between a gnome and a dwarf. There was that inner nerd again. Brock snapped out of it as Aaron was explaining, "Try everything on. If it fits and you like it, hang it here, fits but want a different color or something here, and if it doesn't fit or you dont like it, here." Brock worked his way through the pile of stuff Aaron had pulled, throwing them into the various piles. Pretty much everything fit perfectly. A handful of things he wanted in different colors. He had tried on everything except the athletic shorts, which he was 100% convinced were not going to fit. He was correct. Sort of. When he pulled them up, his hooded cockhead hung about an inch past the hem of the left leg. He heard Aaron's voice as the door to the fitting room opened. Aaron's jaw drop as he quickly closed the door to the fitting room. "I think they're just the right length," Brock called over the partition sarcastically. Aaron apologized profusely. "No big deal, man. Sorry you had to see that," Brock replied. Then he heard his uncle's voice. "They would probably be just right if you had on underwear, bud," Dale chided. Brock opened the door again to see his uncle standing next to Aaron. Aaron was trying to avert his eyes, but Brock could swear he caught him stealing glances a couple times. Maybe that was just his virus playing tricks on him. Dale, on the other hand, stared openly. To the point Brock began to feel his dick stirring beyond his ability to control his erection. Dale seemed to sense his nephew's predicament. "Wait here, I'll be back," Dale ordered. He walked away, pulling Aaron along with him. He sent Aaron to retrieve the requested changes in color and such and asked for his nephew's sizes and headed for the underwear wall. By this point, Brock was completely hard and leaking copious amounts of pre cum. Not knowing what else to do about it, he stripped off the shorts. He tried not to get any precum on them. He failed. Aaron returned first. Thinking it was his uncle, Brock opened the door to see what he'd brought back. Aaron's eyes locked onto Brock's full mast dick and he fumbled half of what he was holding. Brock resumed stroking his dick under Aaron's lustful gaze. Without a word, he paused and gestured as though offering his dick to Aaron to touch. To stroke. Perhaps to taste. Aaron got the message and took that offer he wrapped his hand as far as it would go around the soda can thickness of Brock's shaft. He seemed transfixed by the velvety movement of Brock's foreskin. His eyes hungry for the pearly drops of precum running like sap down a tree trunk. Aaron started to drop to his knees and abruptly stopped when someone cleared their throat. Dale and Iain both stood at the entrance to the fitting rooms. Aaron yelped and began picking up hangers and organizing them. Brock looked at his uncle Dale and saw he had returned with a variety of underwear. "Try these on, bud," he said as though this was the most normal circumstances possible. There were three different styles. A vintage style jockstrap with a 3" band and a very stretchy pouch. A brand of boxer briefs he'd never heard of that hit him just above the knee like his compression shorts, but these were a much more flexible material that accentuated his anatomy rather than compressing it. Lastly a brand of briefs he knew was popular with porn stars. Both he and his virus approved of the choices. He tried the shorts on again with the jockstrap. All he could think was that he looked like he was trying to smuggle a ferret out of the store. He felt conflicted. On the one hand, he looked like he'd been taken directly out of some homage to 80s porn. On the other, there was no way he could wear this for gym. He opened the door to tell Dale as such and stopped mid sentence when he realized all three men were staring agog at him. Even Iain, who Brock had yet to see aroused about anything, had a bit of a bulge in his pleated khaki chinos. Brock decided he could get some actual gym clothes next weekend with his mom. He had other ideas for these. Dale made conversation with Iain while Aaron bagged everything up. As they were headed out of the store, Brock realized he hadn't gotten anything formal. Or paid for anything. He expressed his concerns to his uncle. "That's all taken care of, kiddo," Dale reassured him. "Next weekend, you have your appointment with me on Saturday. On Sunday, go up to the mall with your mom and get gym clothes, then come back downtown. A few blocks over is Iain's tailoring shop, Loki's Thimble. I commissioned a couple pieces for you and he should have mock ups ready to try on by then." "Dale, my mom can't afford custom formal wear. Are you insane?" Brock asked incredulously. "Iain owes me a favor. Actually, he owes me a lot of favors. He'll make up something about a back to school special or promotional offer or something. He's actually the most discreet professional I know," Dale said reassuringly. Brock remembered the scorpion branded into the backroom door. He wanted so badly to ask questions, but knew he couldn't without giving away how much he knew about the Scorpion Society. ---------- Back at home, Brock laid on his bed with his junior yearbook. He had been staring at the "meet the faculty" page for Mr. Bryant for the better part of an hour. He'd been rock hard for the better part of an hour and a half. He'd been edging himself and had nearly blown his load at least three times. Poppers were doing a great job postponing that inevitable release. He heard his mom's car pull into the drive. He kneeled over the yearbook, Evan Bryant's bright-eyed innocent face staring back at him, immortalized in full color. He pushed himself over the edge and blew rope after rope of fully toxic cum all over his bedspread. Three huge shots plastered across the yearbook page his and his viruses dna seeping into the page. He cleaned the last drops of cum off his dick, pulled on sweatpants and a t shirt, and headed downstairs to hug his mom, move his laundry along, and serve dinner.

By Sunday morning, Brock had fully recovered. In fact, he felt better than new. His virus was like a Marvel Comics symbiote, feeding off his own life, but lending him its own strengths and will. God he could be such a nerd sometimes. He stepped out of the shower wrapped his towel around his waist, and began working his way through his morning routine. He couldn't help but feel like things were off every time he caught a glance of himself in the mirror. Like he was looking at someone else's reflection. Brock couldn't shake that feeling as he threw on some sweatpants and went downstairs to grab some breakfast. As he sat down at the table with his cereal, he found a note. "Working a double. There's money in your account if you want to go shop for some clothes for senior pictures. If you want to go together, I will keep next Saturday open. Hope you're feeling better. Love, Mom" For the first time in the last 5 weeks, Brock felt a pang of guilt. His mom would lose her mind if she knew what he'd been up to. She was just starting to come to terms with him being gay. Everything else would probably break her. She just wouldn't understand. He shot a quick text off to Dale to say he felt better and would be headed up to the mall in the late morning. He finished his cereal and went back to his room. He put on compression shorts and jeans, his usual, and checked himself in the mirror. Something still felt off. That was when he felt it. He felt like his dick was struggling against the compression shorts. Thoughts of symbiotes returned. He rummaged through his underwear. He found a couple old pairs of regular boxer briefs and an old jock. He tried them on. Well, tried to. None of them fit him anymore. Brock had always been a big guy. Always tall for his age, but he had also been pretty husky until last year. His last big growth spurt - combined with two years of at least five hours a week of lifting and cardio - had turned him into something of a hunk. Broad, muscular shoulders and arms, muscular chest. From there, his body tapered to a narrower waist, followed immediately by his firm, muscular ass and thighs and calves. He tossed his older, too loose underwear aside and started to put his compression shorts back on when inspiration hit. He tossed those on top of the pile of things that didn't fit anymore as well and pulled his jeans on over his bare skin. He stole another glance at himself in the mirror. Hard, his dick was about 9" and uncut. Soft, he Ranged from 5"-6" depending on the weather and how horny he was. The thinner, well-worn denim left little to the imagination. Today was pleasantly warm and he was very horny despite his marathon fucking of his uncle. His bulge was prominent down the left side of his jeans. His reflection didn't feel as "off" anymore. As he was pulling on a henley, his phone chirped. His uncle Dale had responded. "What's bringing you to town?" "School clothes" "2128 Main St. South. Tell them I sent you. Might see you there." Brock grabbed his keys and headed out the door. ---------- "Valhalla Outfitters" the signage read. There were no display windows and the windows to the interior were tinted darkly enough Brock couldn't see inside. For a moment, he thought about getting back in his car and driving up to the mall to buy the two pairs of jeans American Eagle would have in his size and some shirts from the gap. However, he was outvoted by the virus and his dick. If his uncle had recommended the place, there had to be a reason. When he walked in, he felt like he understood a bit better. The sales floor looked like a Hollister run by someone with all the apparel fetishes. The sales floor had everything from men's "Daisy Dukes" to bespoke suits. He spotted an entire wall of designer underwear but stopped himself short of making a B-line to it. Forcing himself to take a detour to what he could only describe as the lumberjack emporium. He was browsing a rack of summer and fall weight flannel when he heard someone clear their throat nearby. He looked over and did a double take. "What can I help you find today, young man." The man speaking to him was the man with glasses he'd seen in the basement of the Block that fateful night. The man didn't appear to recognize him. "Um..I'm looking for back to school clothes. My uncle Dale recommended this place." The man's demeanor shifted a bit at the mention of my uncle's name. "Let's get your measurements, then, and I'll have someone pull some things to try on. I'm Iain. Baxter." He walked Brock back toward the fitting rooms. Brock had only been measured once before when he was the ring bearer in his cousin's wedding. He was 6. He expected the process to be more uncomfortable. Other than the ridiculous number of measurements, it was uneventful. Iain walked Brock out of the fitting area. "Wait here," he said and disappeared behind a door marked "employees only" on a brass placard. Branded into the wood next to the placard was the stylized scorpion he had watched tattooed onto Zeke. The same tattoo his uncle had on his abdomen. Brock could feel the blood rushing to his member and knew that if he had any stimulation of his penis - even a small flex of his erectile musculature, the dam would break and he would have a raging erection.

Dale leaned down and softly kissed Brock's neck as his poison-tipped member found his nephew's hole and pushed against his virgin sphincter. The pressure evoked waves of anticipation and pleasure that rippled through Brock's body. Instinctively, the teen pushed a little, relaxing his hole just enough that his uncle could push inside. The precum-slick head of Dale's lethal organ sat just inside his nephew. To Brock, his uncle's cut head felt like a molten ball of metal, radiating warmth to his whole body. Brock inhaled sharply at the sudden fullness he felt. Dale had done a great job opening up his hole, because Brock didn't feel much pain. Just very full. That changed as Dale began working more of his dick into Brock's guts. "Oh fuck, uncle Dale!" Brock moaned as his hole stretched around his uncle's circumcised head and thick shaft. Dale's hairy, athletic body loomed over Brock's taller, broader, more muscular frame. Brock clenched the mattress as he adjusted to the invasion of his body. Brock had experimented a little with his own hole, mostly fingering himself while jerking off or in the shower. His uncle's member took that pleasure to a level Brock had never fathomed. Brock found himself subconsciously reaching down to spread his cheeks to allow his kin deeper inside him. "Eager. I like that," Dale growled into his nephew's ear. He began slowly thrusting into his nephew's tight hole. The generous amounts of virus-laden precum definitely helped, but nothing could fully prepare his nephew's hole. "You've never been fucked before, have you?" Dale asked slightly incredulously. It took Brock a second to realize he'd been asked a question. "You're going to be pozzed on your first fuck." The significance of being converted by his first fuck was not lost on Brock. In fact, it was one of the things he was most eager about. His own uncut cock was streaming precum. Neg precum. His uncle was slowly and deliberately thrusting into Brock's hole until he met resistance. Every thrust was a cacophony of conflicting sensations. First pleasure as his uncle's fat mushroom head hit his prostate, which quickly collided with the electric jolt as it met resistance. Dale continued working against that pressure slowly. Agonizingly. Each thrust pushed a new pulse of precum from Brock's own sizeable member. Brock tasted his precum a few times, but avoided touching his dick much. He knew he would explode instantly if he did. "Stay right here, kiddo. You're going to love the next part." Dale slid slowly out of Brock's hole. The sudden feeling of emptiness left Brock longing for more. Dale fished a brown bottle out of the pocket of his jeans before stripping them off and tossing them next to the tripod. "Roll over," Dale ordered and Brock obeyed, now prone on the futon, Dale stood over Brock's head, venomous precum streaming from the head of his dick. That precum was already coating Brock's guts, its viral payload making its way into his bloodstream. Dale shook the brown bottle a couple times. He uncapped it and held it under his nephew's nose, helping him breathe deep through each nostril in turn. Brock felt light headed briefly before the feeling spread out of his head to the rest of his body. His skin felt like it had been charged with electricity. Waves of arousal and pleasure that Brock usually felt when he had a raging erection were pulsing from his hole. His hole that he was becoming increasingly aware was empty. Some feral part of his brain was telling him he needed that void filled again. Dale recognized the primal need in his nephew's shifting body language. He returned to the futon and easily slid his member back inside. Brock grunted as the feeling of deep resistance returned. Dale helped him dose from the bottle of poppers again before taking a generous dose himself. Then he pushed. Brock felt his whole body relax as the second dose of poppers permeated his body and his uncle's dick slid through the resistance, finding its way to the deepest parts of Brock. Brock was speechless. He was damn near breathless. Dale began thrusting again. Still slow and deliberate, but this time with an amount of force that Brock met eagerly by bucking his meaty ass to meet each push. "Fuck yes, kiddo," Dale encouraged his nephew. "Your hole feels so fucking good." Brock could only moan in response, but Dale got the impression he was enjoying himself. "I'm not going to last much longer this deep inside you, bud," Dale conceded. "Are you ready for my toxic seed? There's no turning back if I keep going. I won't pull out." A glimpse of clarity broke through the haze of the poppers. "Fucking POZ ME, uncle Dale. I need your toxic load in me." Dale picked up the tempo of his thrusts. Despite not having touched his dick, Brock felt his own orgasm building as his uncle's dick massaged his prostate with each thrust. "You ready, bud? You ready to join my fuck club?" "Please POZ me. I need you to POZ me," Brock pleaded with his uncle. Brock could feel Dale's dick begin to swell inside him. His uncle drove his toxic sting as deep as he could. Something between a moan and a scream escaped him as his dick began to spasm inside the teen. And then the cum began to flow. The spasms of his uncle's dick pushed Brock over the line. He was so pent up, there was no preamble before rope after rope of thick, white jizz began blasting from his dick. He hit his own eye, he coated his torso, a couple shots shot past his head and landed on the black futon mattress. One shot missed the futon entirely, landing on the floor beyond the frame on the end. Each shot was followed by a heavy *plop*. Within a second of Brock's impressive display starting, Dale began unloading in his nephew's guts. Dale didn't bother to count how many shots of venom he pumped into Brock's vulnerable guts, but he knew it was likely a record for him. Dale slowly eased his dick out of his nephew's hole. "Be sure to clench, I'm about to pull all the way out and you want to keep as much of that in as you can." Brock could see streaks of red mixed into the froth of cum on his uncle's dick. He did as he was told and clenched. A small dribble of cum leaked out, but with how deep Dale's poisonous DNA was inside him and him being on his stomach, it wasn't going anywhere. Brock scooped up the dribble of cum and licked it off his fingers. It tasted incredible. Better than his uncle's precum. Dale crossed to the camera and turned it off then returned to help Brock sit up. He kissed his nephew deeply. And held him in a strong embrace for a while. "Most likely, you are going to get very sick in a few weeks. When you do, call me and I will come help with what happens next. Can't wait to tell Rodney I met my nephew for the first time tonight."

*please excuse any rough grammar in this one. Haven't gotten as much time to edit as I usually take, but I wanted to get this chapter out* "Curiosity is going to get you into trouble, Brock," Dale said. In person, Dale was even more striking than he had been on the screen. He was a bit over 6' tall and he was very fit. Not exaggerated like a body builder. More like a man who worked a very physical job or a natural athlete. His beard was still immaculately trimmed. He wore a white shirt that was nearly skin tight and contrasted nicely with his tan. His dark wash jeans were just tight enough for his bulge to be unmistakable. Brock started from his fixation on Dale's bulge, "Wait, how do you know my name?" "You really do look like your mom. Well, more like your grandpa Glen," Dale continued as though he hadn't heard the question. Dale had closed the distance between them. His eyes drifted down to Brock's dick and the substantial amount of precum dripping from it. He slicked his fingers through the precum. "Except that. That you get from my side of the family." He licked the precum off his fingertips. Brock was confused. "Your...side of the fam..what...?" Dale's laugh was a low, masculine rumble. "Before you ask, no I'm not your dad. My brother Rodney is." Brock was trying to process this information when the realization that his uncle had just swallowed his precum crashed over him. His dick throbbed. "So what are you doing here, Brock? This isn't exactly a place for preppy high school boys," he chided. "Online chat rooms said the bookstores were an easy place to get off," Brock replied sheepishly. "So I thought I'd check it out." "You decided to come to the Block for your first porn store experience?" Dale asked, somewhat incredulously. "What does your search history look like?" Brock looked down sheepishly and chuckled. He was still painfully hard and leaking precum. "They definitely left some things out." Dale chuckled again, "I'm sure they did. The preview booths can be pretty popular if you want some glory hole action." Brock could see his uncle's bulge was a bit more defined. "That's what I had heard. What was that video playing downstairs?" Brock was careful not to let on that he had seen the second part. "I do some amateur porn stuff. We sell...actually, just follow me." Dale swiped up some more of Brock's precum and walked toward the heavy curtain as he casually licked it off his fingers again. Brock stuffed his still hard dick back in his boxer briefs and buttoned his jeans before turning to follow. Behind the curtain was, as far as Brock had seen, the cleanest room in the building. He immediately recognized the futon. There was some very low tech camera equipment set up in front of the futon. "Welcome to my studio," Dale said sarcastically with an exaggerated gesture around him. "I opened the store back in the 80s fresh out of high school. Decided to try and cut some overhead by putting some home made products on the shelves." "And what about the fuck club the guy was talking about?" Brock was still trying to hide how much he knew. "Ah. That..." Dale turned to a small table and picked up a small orange flyer. He handed it to Brock. It advertised a monthly sex party and had the store's info. "Every second Saturday. All day. Usually rent out some space in a park or hotel depending on the weather. The video is part of the application process." "I want to apply," Brock blurted out immediately. Dale smirked a little, "You've seen what that process entails. Are you sure?" "Yes." Brock had already begun stripping his clothes off. Dale checked the camera and adjusted some lights. When Brock was down to just his boxer briefs, he sat down on the futon. Dale didn't start the camera rolling. He stripped his shirt off, baring his furry chest and abdomen and sauntered over to stand over Brock. Brock wasted no time unbuttoning the fly of Dale's jeans and getting the head of his uncle's dick in his mouth. It was covered in a layer of precum. Brock cleaned off every drop, savoring the taste and the feel of his uncle's slick, syrupy fluid on his tongue. Then he began to work his way down the shaft. "As you probably saw in the video, I am poz and not on meds," Dale said. "I'm sure you have learned about HIV in school." Brock mumbled something in the affirmative around Dale's massive dick. Dale pulled Brock off his dick roughly, "and you are aware that you will, in all likelihood, be infected?" Brock had been terrified of HIV when they learned about it in sex Ed. His bible-thumping health teacher and the abstinence only curriculum she taught had made it out to be a modern biblical plague sent down to cull the homosexual and exterminate the sexually immoral from the earth. Brock had written all of that off as hyperbole and researched it for himself online. He had a better idea of the risks and how it was transmitted, but he was still a little terrified. And that terror was like steroids for his libido. "Yes, sir," Brock looked up at Dale, a lustful hunger simmering to the surface, "I want you to poz me, uncle Dale." Dale growled something unintelligible in response and let Brock return to his dick. Brock enthusiastically devoured Dale's cock, pushing himself further down the shaft, letting Dale's cock stretch his throat. Before long, Brock's nose was buried in Dale's pubes. Brock was quietly impressed with himself and came up for air, working Dale's head with his tongue. Dale wrapped his hand around the back of Brock's skull and pushed. His dick rocketed back down the young man's throat and dale roughly and held him there until he felt Brock's throat spasm and saw the panic on Brock's face. Dale withdrew his dick and a mixture of saliva and Dale's precum dripped from Brock's chin. As he coughed and sputtered, trying to recover from being choked, Brock looked up at his uncle. The light and joking demeanor that had run under Dale's teasing only minutes before was rapidly being replaced by lust and a primal desire to infect his own kin. Before Brock could fully recover, his uncle's 8" member was sliding back into his throat. Brock was impressed with his ability to keep up, considering he'd only ever casually experimented with deep throating food. He suspected it was because his uncle' dick was thick enough that it left little room for gagging - it was like trying to squeeze a hot dog into a straw. When it was apparent that Brock was comfortable with the size of his dick, Dale pulled out and let his nephew clean the fluids off his dick. "Stand up. We need to get some interview material," Dale said. He stepped out of frame of the camera. The red light on top of the camera blinked on. "State your name and age for the camera." "Brock. 18." "And why do you want to join this sex club." Brock pondered this question for a minute. "I always thought I was destined to change lives," Brock said, grabbing his steel-hard dick and emphasizing the outline of his bulge against his compression boxer briefs. "I figure my best chance to fulfill that destiny is with this." Brock had often felt like an outcast among his peers. He had been the tallest in his class since the 6th grade. A couple guys on the basketball team had finally caught up to him this year, but otherwise he stood a good 3" over everyone else at his school. The nicknames about his height were corny, but liveable. The introduction of the locker room and having to change in front of his classmates had been fresh hell. He never could quite figure out why he was being made fun of for having a dick that bulged regular underwear to obscenity. He got really good at hiding his erections and wore athletic compression shorts to reduce his bulge, but still most of his peers had a rough idea of his size and decided it was something of ridicule. He tried to find new ways to hide what should have been one of his best traits. Standing there on camera, painfully erect, there was no hiding his dick anymore. "Take those off, let's get a look at you, Brock." Brock quickly shucked his boxer briefs. Dale picked up the camera and took the audience on a tour of his nephew's body. Starting from the top, he pointed out brock's chin-length auburn hair and full beard. The camera lingered on Brock's muscular arms and shoulders, toned pecs and abs generously pelted in dark red hair. And then the camera found its way to Brock's uncut, 9" cock nested in a thicket untrimmed public hair. "That is an impressive piece for someone so young," Dale commented. Brock shrugged. "Good genes, I guess," Brock smirked and saw a trace of amusement return to Dale's eyes before lust snuffed it out again. Dale circled Brock like a lion playing with its meal. After some good shots of Brock's meaty, muscular ass, Dale returned the camera to the tripod and stepped back into frame. "On your back, legs up," Dale commanded. Brock obeyed. Dale positioned his dick, dripping precum, just outside Brock's hole. From this angle, Brock had a great view of his uncle's scorpion tattoo. He reached out and caressed the tattoo gently with an air of longing. He thought about all the precum he'd already swallowed and trembled with excitement as he became consciously aware he'd already consumed a substantial amount of his Dale's virus-laden venom. His uncle's infectious DNA was dripping onto Brock's hole. Brock knew he was ready for the sting of inevitable death. To be reborn among those who would not only appreciate him, but celebrate the things about him that he had been bullied for. The things he resented. He wanted what his uncle was talking about in the private video he's seen in the office. The Scorpion Society. That was where he belonged. With the unexpected, gentle gesture, Dale seemed to have a sudden change of heart and instead of plunging his stinger into Brock for the kill, he nealt down and engulfed Brock's dick in his mouth. He took Brock to the root in one swift movement. Brock could feel his uncle's throat working around his soda can thickness with ease. "Holy fuck..." Brock managed before he devolved into gutteral moans of pleasure. Brock's eyes rolled back in his head. Brock's orgasm had been building from the moment before he got out of his car. Brock had been through a roller coaster of emotions. Anxiety. Curiosity. Lust. Terror. Lust again. More lust. Brock felt like all of those emotions were being loaded directly into his vas deferens and if his uncle kept going, they were going to explode. Spectacularly. Dale seemed to realize this and released his nephew's cock, trailed his tongue past his balls, and buried it in Brock's furry hole. Dale was showing his brother's bastard son much more compassion than he had shown for Zeke in the video downstairs, which did not go unnoticed by Brock. Dale alternated swirling his tongue around Brock's hole with probing deeper with his tongue. Before long, Dale was working a finger deep inside his nephew. It seemed effortless. Brock was vibrating with excitement when he realized his uncle had slicked up his finger with the deadly slime oozing from his dick. Brock knew that his uncle's virus was already going to work against the vulnerable mucosa that were the only barrier between him and his coming conversion. Dale worked his way up to three fingers. Brock noticed a feeling of burning while his uncle worked his hole open the last bit. Dale returned to his original position, dick positioned just outside his cognate's now slightly agape hole. Brock spotted the blood under his uncle's fingernails. He knew his T cells had already lost the war that was on the verge of raging in his blood. The blood he shared with the man commanding the assault. The man whose viral dna was dripping into his hole as he waited for the perfect moment to strike.

As Brock was herded back up the stairs by the cashier, he noticed the cold of the wet patch covering most of his left thigh from where his own copious precum had saturated his jeans. At the top of the stairs, Brock expected to be taken back to the register, or maybe worst case he'd be kicked out, so he was surprised when he was escorted to a room in the back. It appeared to be an office of some kind. The beat up desk took up most of the room. A heavy black curtain covered the wall behind the desk. On the wall opposite the curtain was the only thing that looked like it was bought this decade: a massive flat screen TV that looked brand new. "Have a seat." The cashier commanded. Brock immediately dropped into one of the mismatched chairs. "Look, I'll leave. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to go down there. It's my first time...," he blabbered. He was nervous. Who could blame him. From somewhere nearby, Brock heard a creak like a door hinge and the shuffling of feet. "Fuck! Stay here." The man barked and quickly exited the room. As soon as he was out of the door, Brock shot up out of his chair and started pacing around the room. He assessed his situation quickly and decided to make a break for it and get out of there. As he passed the desk, he saw the remote to the TV and another DVD case. The paper insert read "090305 'Zeke' 22," this time in blue sharpie. Brock stopped in his tracks as though he'd run into a brick wall of curiosity. Mixed with libido. He was still mostly hard despite the terror of the ordeal. And Zeke and Dale were fucking hot. Any chance to see more of them, he would take. He listened very intently to see if the cashier was coming back. He heard only silence. Before he thought more about it, he snatched up the remote, turned the TV on and hit play. The timestamp in the corner was 09/03/2005. Yesterday. Brock understood the first numbers on the handwritten cases. The room on screen was the same as the film dowstairs but the futon was nowhere to be seen. Brock recognized both people on screen. On what looked like a medical exam table was Zeke, once again in his boxers. He still looked like a surfer twink just as before. But he looked a bit worse for the wear. His eyes were a bit sunken and he looked like he had lost a bit of muscle tone. The second was not Dale. It was the man who had just left the room. The store's cashier was finishing setting up equipment next to the table. He pulled on latex gloves Brock recognized Dale's voice when he spoke from behind the camera, "Welcome back, Zeke. How was the rest of your summer." "It was fine," Zeke responded neutrally, "went home for a bit. Moved into an apartment for my senior year since I just have my big professional development class. Don't need the distraction of the dorms." "And how are you feeling," Dale asked, emphasizing the last word. "I'm poz, if that's what you're asking," Zeke responded coolly. "Was a three day ordeal from hell, but I knew to expect it at least. Told my parents it must have been an out of season flu." "Are you ready for the next phase of initiation?" "...yeah," Zeke sounded weary, but also excited. Like he had been a roulette wheel of feelings about this moment for two months and had landed on acceptance "Excellent. Two questions before we begin First have you, to your knowledge, received the HIV virus from anyone other than me prior to or since your initiation? Zeke shook his head. "I need a verbal answer," Dale chided. "No." Zeke responded definitively. "Second, did you start antiretroviral therapy?" "Of course I did. I'm undetectable." Zeke replied. "Green." Dale said, though this was directed at the cashier, who turned back to the equiment. "You are about to be branded as a member of the Scorpion Society. It is an international brotherhood of poz men. You will find a nest of us in every major city in the world and many rural communities. Like this one." It sounded like Dale had given this speech many times. "Each nest is headed by a Jarl, that's me, who holds the original strain of that nest. Each Jarl may have up to two Thanes of his choosing. The Thanes are hand selected and convertedd personally by the Jarl to ensure their strain is as pure as possible. Jarls and Thanes are identified by their orange scorpion tattoos." Brock realized he was rubbing his dick through his jeans again. HIV had been a footnote in his "abstinence only" sex education curriculum. He had never even considered it as something he might encounter in his life. He had definitely never considered there were people who were so open and clinical about it. Who spread it intentionally. The thought of it was triggering some side of him he had absolutely no control over. "Thanes are not allowed to be on ART. If a Thane starts ART, he loses status and joins the citizenry and a new one will take his place. Citizens bear green scorpion tattoos." The cashier showed Zeke his forearm, which had a scorpion tattoo identical to Dale's, but in a dark green. "Tell Walt where you want your tattoo and he will get started." Zeke gestured to the right side of his torso. Walt set to work. Dale continued: "Citizens can partake in all membership benefits and have open access to all member facilities. Your only obligation as a citizen is to the Jarls and Thanes. You are to submit your hole to them at their command. Immediately and without question. In the event you go off ART and infect someone, they are not considered citizens of this society and they will be excluded from citizenship due to their tainted strain. Benefits of citizenship transfer to other nests, should you travel or move Do you understand these guidelines?" "I understand." Zeke said with finality. Brock was transfixed by what he was seeing and hearing. At some point, he had unbuttoned his jeans and taken them and his boxer briefs down to his thighs. His hand was wrapped around his uncut dick, idly stroking his length as his precum ran down the length of his shaft to his hand. He slicked his dick up and still more dribbled onto his underwear and the floor. He had always been an extremely heavy precummer. He heard a rustle behind him and an ice cold chill raced down his spine. He fumbled to turn the TV off and quickly turned to see someone stepping out from behind the heavy black curtain.

Him: "do you have a rubber?" Me: "No, I can just suck you off" I get his cock really hard & wet. Him: "Damn, I want to fuck your ass" Me: "OK, fuck it. Just pull out when you're gonna cum" few mins later ... Him: "fuck, I'm gonna cum man!" Me: "fuck yea man! dump that big load. Fill that ass up!" His bare cock dumps cum up my hole. Him: "oh damn man, sorry" Me: "No problem. Your dick needed a warm hole." Happens everytime.

And, thanks for that link, PozBearWI ....

Yes. LGBT identified out black men will benefit.

The OP implies that we weren't "born" to love pigsex with our brothers, and that something "happened" somewhere along the line that "turned" us into raw pigs. While that may be true to some degree, I think that the capacity to love m2m pigsex is an "inborn" gift, that many (maybe most) men are devoid of. Not only this gift, but any understanding or tolerance of what they don't possess themselves. This could lead to repression of those who possess (and practice) the gift, like any other jealousy, but I think that cultural conditioning plays a big part in whether a guy can accept his nature, and become a sexual pig or not. That said, "cultural conditioning" is something many of us grew up with, yet here we are - celebrating our love of pigsex with our (virtual) brothers. Thus, cultural conditioning is something that can be unlearned, and allow the inborn need for wanton celebration of our natural selves to become a perfectly natural practice - remarkable only to those who either were not "gifted" in this way, or who haven't yet learned to accept others as they are. All of which is to say that WE'RE the "normal" ones .... we're the ones who are free.