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Prologue -James I walked into my boss, Anthony’s, office where he stood over his desk. He was a few years older than me but I doubt he was past his mid thirties. He was about my height at 5’8 but had a slightly thicker frame. He had his brown hair cut short and a thick beard covering most of his face. He wore the standard blue suit with a black dress shirt he wore almost everyday. “Good, you’re here” he said as I sat down in front of his desk. “I have urgent business that I need you to fly out and take care of.” “Fly where sir” I asked somewhat surprised as travel had never been mentioned in my job before. “ northern Maine” he responded “ we have a client there who is willing to make a massive donation, over 20 pieces, but wants one of us there to make sure they make it here safe.” I had not expected travel to be involved in working for a nonprofit art museum but I was scared to refuse as this job paid surprisingly well and I had only just started. “I’m sorry sir but I just got married and I hadn’t expected travel to be a part of this position” I said hesitantly. “Oh of course I understand which is why we’ll be covering all your expenses and paying you double time for the duration of the trip. I am sorry to your new bride but this trip shouldn’t be more than a few days.” Anthony said reassureidly “Well if you’re offering all of that Ill have to accept, when would I leave” I asked surprised by the amount I’d be making to babysit paintings “Right now, we have a car downstairs to take you to LAX, and a bag with some clothes and other essentials.” He said walking around the desk and towards the door gesturing me to follow. “Wait I thought I’d have time to discuss it with my wife first.” I said hurriedly standing up to follow him out “Oh no this has to be done now, don’t worry I’m sure your wife will understand.” He said walking us towards the elevator. “You can call her from the car if you’re worried” he added as we stepped out of the elevator towards the car. “Um ok I guess I’ll go then” I said timidly. “Atta boy” Anthony said before hugging me goodbye. As I sat in the car I tried to call my wife but it went to voicemail. I left her a message explaining where I was going as I walked into LAX and checked my bag. -Anthony “ yes master he’s on his way and he’s perfect for you, just your type and prime for corruption.” I spoke into the phone between moans as I rode a massive dildo. “ good I’m glad to hear you’ll soon have another brother” master spoke through the phone as I twisted my pierced nipple encircled by a bright red biohazard tattoo “ I can’t wait master” I said before he hung up. I remembered my first time meeting master and slammed my cunt onto the massive rubber cock even more vigorously to the thought before I felt myself orgasm, toxic cum shooting out of my caged cock.

Part IV: Moses’ Plan “You want this, don’t you, baby brother?” Cole’s breathing is ragged, skin flushed, still bent over the couch. Nico pulls out slow, like he’s reluctant to let go. His cock slips free with a wet sound—a slick, messy echo of how deep he’d been. Spit and sweat cling to the open swell of Cole’s hole, glistening under the low light. It wasn’t just sex. It was a handoff. Cole shudders. His back arches just slightly, and his thighs tremble. I’m still standing beside him. Watching. Cole tries to move—shifts like he’s going to push himself upright, maybe find a blanket, maybe pretend this didn’t happen. “No,” I say quietly. He freezes. “Stay.” My voice is calm. Not a bark. Not a command. Just final. Cole slowly sinks back down, palms flat against the cushion, body slack and waiting. His head drops a little, like he’s embarrassed—or maybe just floating. Either way, he obeys. Good. I step back finally, circling around, grabbing the chair again and sinking into it like a man settling in for a show that’s only just started. My hand finds the pipe again—habit—and I flick the torch once, then let it die. Not yet. I look at Nico. He hasn’t said shit. Still catching his breath, but I can feel him watching me. Watching us. Guilt in his eyes, but also heat. He knows I’m taking over now. He knows he’s already out of this dynamic. I look back at Cole. He’s still slumped forward, holes twitching, chest rising and falling like he just ran ten miles barefoot. But there’s a stillness in him now—like he’s waiting for someone to decide what happens next. So I do. “Nico,” I say without looking at him, “did you give him anything?” There’s a beat. Then Nico answers, voice tight. “G. Just G. I measured it.” I measured it—I thought mockingly. As if I care. My eyes drop to Cole again. His body is loose, lips parted, eyes heavy. I clock the microtwitches. The way his fingers dig into the couch. The lag in his blinking. Yeah. He’s on it. “You took G?” I ask him directly. He nods once. “First time?” Another nod. “How much?” “Only a little,” Cole replies. Liar. But I’ll let it slide—for now. “Did you smoke any T?” Cole hesitates. Then, quieter than before: “Yes. But tonight was my first time with that too.” I glance at Nico. He doesn’t react. Two liars. That tells me everything. “Come here,” I say. Cole shifts—starts to get up, one leg moving under him, weight shifting onto his foot like he’s going to stand— “No,” I say again. Sharper this time. “On all fours.” His eyes flick to mine, wide for a second. Then, slowly, he lowers back down. Curls his fingers against the floor. Crawls. And fuck, it’s good. The sight of him moving like that—post-fuck, half-high, obedient—is better than any hit I’ve taken tonight. When he reaches me, I let the silence linger. He kneels in front of me. Legs parted slightly, body swaying. Sweat slicks his chest. His cock’s soft now, but twitching. Still needy. I reach out and tilt his chin up. Two fingers under his jaw. “You feel good?” He nods. I wipe a smear of spit from his bottom lip with my thumb. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even blink. “How high are you?” He breathes out. “I don’t know.” I smile, just slightly. “You’re about to find out.” His throat works, swallowing that. Good. Behind me, Nico doesn’t move. He’s just watching now—silent, hands in his lap, mouth drawn tight. Maybe regretting what he started. Or maybe just jealous I’m doing it better. I reach for the pipe—holding it up where Cole can see. His mouth opens—lips parted, eyes soft, expecting me to raise the pipe to his mouth like it’s medicine. Like I’m here to take care of him. I click my tongue, smirk, and hold his eyes—half scold, half praise. This tells me everything I need to know about how Nico’s been treating him. Like he still deserves gentleness. But I’m not Nico. I’m not afraid to break him. “You want more?” Cole nods again. Quicker this time. I raise an eyebrow. “Then beg, faggot.”

I was randomly cruising one of the apps - probably Growl’r - and saw a chubby torso pic. Hairy with big pecs. No face pic - but I’m not looking for a model here. I just want dicked. I had not seen that pic before and he was less than half a mile away. So I send him a “Woof’. There was minimal chit-chat - we’re both looking to get off ‘rightnow’. He sends his address and I arrive at his apartment. Guy opens the door. Dude is a bit on the short side, late 30’s, dark hair, olive skin, Italian. I could tell he had dark eyes- brown - but he wouldn’t look directly at me. He’s was chunky, hairy, barefoot, wearing just sweat shorts. He stood aside to let me in. He shuts the door and walks over to a living room chair, drops his shorts and sits down. I strip naked and kneel before him. His dick is darker skinned than his body. With a big plum sized dickhead. The kind of dick you’de call a ‘chode’ - stubby and hella thick. He’s got a semi going and I take him into my mouth. I start sucking him and he gets hard quickly. I stole a peek up at him and saw him, head leaned back, eyes closed, mouth open. He was enjoying my faggot mouth.After awhile he signals me to stand up. He walks towards his bedroom. I follow like a puppy. There’s already a towel on the bed and a bottle of lube on the nightstand. I assume the doggy position on bed - ass hanging off the side of the mattress. He greases my cunt with his right hand. With his left, he reached under me and works my dong. Then he thumbs my cunt awhile. Rough. Really penetrating me. I start to moan. He’s totally fucking my cunt with his thumb. Twisting around inside me. Stirring my fuck hole. I’ll confess, I’m not much into that kinda floreplay, but this dude was doing it with absolute authority. Like he owned that pussy and was doing with it as he pleased. It was THAT entitled Alpha Male attitude that was getting me worked up. When he wasn’t working his dick, he was working my dong - seems he was waiting for me to start dripping honey. Because when he found my dick wet and dripping, it seemed to trigger him. He abruptly grabbed my hips and RAMMED his thick dong into me. And I mean HE RAMMED HIS DONG IN ME. I don’t think he lubed his dong - the only lube was when he was thumb fucking me. He pounded my cunt. He was full bore pistoning my cunt like a pile driver. The agenda was clear. He was gonna pound me as hard as he could til he bred my cunt. I was in pig heaven. I started to moan a bit too loud. That’s when I heard him speak for the first time. In a harsh whisper he said, “Shut up”; and he stopped his fuck abruptly. His message was clear: if I made too much noise, the fuck would be over. I went quiet. He resumed - or should I say restarted his fuck. And he began pile driving me again. Dude was a battering ram. After a short while. He tensed up. His finger dug into my hips. Pulled us together as close as he could. And released his load into me. I felt his cum wetting my pussy. A low gutteral growl escaped him. He stayed inside me. Perfectly still. There was an aching quietness in the room. After a bit, I could feel his thick dong start to deflate. But he remained inside me as long as he could. Until finally, his dick itself - not him - retracted out of me. I don’t know who taught him or how he learned his fuckcraft; but I was seriously impressed. I had never experienced a fuck quite like that. He released his grip on me walked to the bathroom. I lay on his bed. Playing with my limp faggot dick - sticky with honey. (No, I did not jack myself off nor touch my faggot dicklet while he fucked me) He walked out of the bathroom leaving the door open. He barely glanced at me as he left the bedroom. I walked to the bathroom to clean up. As I walked out of the bath, once the fog of lust had cleared, I took in the apartment. It was oddly spartan. Very simple, minimal furniture. Nothing on the walls - except for a cross over the bed. I turned my attention to the closet; one of the sliding doors was mostly open. That’s when I saw a lot of black clothes. Shirts. Pants. And a couple of long, oddly colored robes. That’s when I figured it out: I had just been fucked and bred by a priest. I exited the bedroom. The fucker was standing behind in the kitchen behind the peninsula that separated it from the living room. He was dressed and drinking from a coffee mug. He was physically and figuratively distancing himself from me. Very effectively sending a signal he was done with me and I was to leave. Keep in mind, apart from the hello at the door and the ‘shut up’, no other words had been spoken. As I finished getting dressed, he walked to the door. As I was leaving, I noticed another cross above it. (I think he noticed me noticing the cross.) He held the door open for me. I murmured a thanks and glanced at his face as a left. He said nothing and wouldn’t meet my gaze. I got the sense he realized I had ID’d him. I left. He closed the door. Firmly. When I got home and checked online, his profile was gone. My guess is he creates a profile when his need to breed overwhelms him. And after the fuck, he deletes it until the need arises again.

Scotty’s Tree House – part one Scotty, 19, was the only child of Brad and Marlene, in an old house on the Riverfront, adjacent to a public park in a large wooded area frequented by homeless drug using, homo cruising, Hustling and Anything criminal you could think of. Their house was well fenced off, and at the very corner of the large property was Scotty’s treehouse, Which his grandparents built for him many years ago. Scotty still used it as a retreat and a Hideaway sometimes to smoke weed and jack off. Scotty was under a lot of pressure from his folks, having decided not to go to college and instead take a year off, working at a convenience store nearby. Scotty was about 6 foot high, Basketball player’s build, Considered Shy and Unsure of himself. Because Scotty was homo And not had built up the confidence to tell his folks about his orientation. So Scotty sometimes would wander into the adjacent woods, Searching for a cock to suck on Or a mouth to service his. It was almost nightfall and Scotty didn’t like to be in the woods by himself. Back in high school he would be with other buddies drinking beer and smoking Marboro and weed. He was cruising in his usual spot: a shaded bluff inside the woods setback from the river, when he heard the clicking And hissing sound of a butane lighter. Standing behind them was Paul, 38, thin, Smelling like any guy not ever wearing not deodorant,dirty ripped jeans, with a rip in the ass and crotch, grimy White tank top, Heavily tatted arms, sporting a mohawk, Dark colored beard, Barbell septum nose piercing, multiple ear piercings, Black boots In a glass meth pipe in his hand. Scotty was a bit high from his weed when Paul approached him, Dilated pupils, “I seen you before in here faggot, And I thought about Sucking that fucking cock if I can ever see it, if you ever want to show it. “With that, Paul leaned over toward the rocks, spead opened the tear in his jeans and fingering his ass with some ice laced lube. He was telling Scotty to get a piece of him., But first to get down and tongue out his Musky crack hole juices. Scotty was so horny he obliged, looking around to see if anyone Was watching, while Paul Moaned while talking heavy hits of swirling ice vape and blowing blue happy thick white cloud against the rocks. “Let’s Fuck at my place, I only live about eight blocks from here. I got a sling, a dungeon playroom, leather for us, And lots of shit to make you feel good all night. I know you live in that big house and I’ll be finished with you sometime but maybe not in to worry mommy and daddy. But I am your daddy now, big boy, where it counts. And I’m your new boss, ‘oh thank heaven.’” It Didn’t take long for Scotty and Paul to get to a rundown house uphill a few blocks as it was already dark. There was a feeling that others were somewhere in the house, lots of clutter, debris, busted glass, syringes about and murals on the walls, cartoon depictions of drugs and users, public risky dirty Anon cruising not unlike the riverfront here. “Did you do these walls? “Scotty asked. “Fuck yeh. I get off on being a dirty public sex pig high as fuck and turning others into the same.” Paul is a dealer, a user, a rough trade dirty trash pig and this was his place of business: Subtle boring looking house in the outside but pure Traphouse on the inside, isolated Enough for the neighbors not to complain about the constant comings and going’s and in a prime location, overlooking the public fuck cruise. End of Part 1

Part III: POV Rewinds Moses’ POV The room’s thick—smoke coiling through the air like it’s alive, curling around Nico and Cole tangled up on the couch. Nico’s body moves slow but heavy, deep thrusts punctuated by Cole’s breathy gasps, those little choked sounds that sound too pure for what’s happening. And then I see it. A flash of glass. Small. Clear. Nestled next to the TV remote like it belongs there. GHB. I blink once. Twice. My high brain clicks into gear, slow but razor-sharp. I know what I’m looking at. I’ve used before—but never with Cole in the room. Never with him involved. I grab it from the coffee table, eyes narrowing. “Whose is this?” No one answers. Just the sound of skin on skin, breath and heat. Then, a soft voice—barely audible over the wet grind of Nico’s hips. “It’s mine.” Cole. My little brother, fucked out on my best friend’s cock, just claimed that vial like it’s no big deal. Like I didn’t just walk in on something that should never be happening. I should be angry. I should be pulling Nico off him and throwing punches. But all I feel is heat. A low, deep kind of hunger curling through my chest. “Can I take some?” I ask, like we’re at a bar ordering shots, like it’s nothing. But my voice comes out lower than I expect. Rough. Curious. Cole doesn’t even look up. Just nods, soft and distracted, like he’s floating in Nico’s rhythm. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Sure.” That’s all I need. I grab the vial like it’s fragile—like it’s holy. Step into the kitchen, the cold linoleum grounding me just enough to focus. I grab a clean glass, juice—orange, bitter enough to hide the taste. I unscrew the vial slowly, watching the viscous liquid cling to the dropper. I draw 2.5 mL. Not too much. Just enough for a slow melt. Drop. The clear liquid kisses the juice and disappears. I swirl the glass, watching it blend, then knock it back in one smooth motion. Chemical bitterness lingers on my tongue as I sink back into the chair across from them, grabbing the pipe for another hit. Nico’s still going, slow and possessive. Cole’s head is tilted back, lips parted, sweat trickling down his neck. His eyes flicker but don’t open. He’s gone—melting, unraveling, taking it like he was meant to. And I feel it start. That slow G bloom. Warmth spilling from my chest outward, loosening muscles, unclenching fists I didn’t realize were tight. My thoughts slow but sharpen, laser-focused on one thing. Him. Cole’s body moves with Nico’s now, like they’re synced. Like Nico’s rhythm is etched into his spine. Every breath, every shift, every fuck-drunk sigh from his lips goes straight to my cock. I take a long pull from the pipe, watch the vapor thicken, turn in the bowl, dance like it’s alive. I blow out a slow stream, eyes never leaving Cole. He’s beautiful like this. Vulnerable. Obedient. And he doesn’t even know I’ve already decided. It’s not just that I want him. I want to claim him. I watch Nico’s hips stutter, see his shoulders tense—he’s close. Too close. And I move. I stand, slowly walk over to them—like I’ve got all the time in the world. My hand settles on Nico’s shoulder, firm. He tenses. I lean in, voice low enough to vibrate in his spine. “Don’t get too excited there, Nico. You may have popped my brother’s cherry, but I’ll be damned if I’m not the first one who busts a nut inside him.” Nico freezes. Still buried in my brother. Still gripping his hips like he owns him. But his eyes snap to mine—wide, disbelieving, furious. I don’t blink. Cole doesn’t move, either. He just breathes—shallow, fast—and I know he heard me. And I know he wants me to mean it. Cole’s POV I can’t breathe right. My chest is tight, heart hammering in my ribs like it’s trying to escape. Nico’s hands are locked on my hips, fingers digging into skin, and his cock—fuck, it’s buried so deep inside me I can’t tell where I end and he starts. Every thrust is slower than I expect, but deeper. Heavy. Like he’s fucking through me, not into me. I can barely think. The G is curling through my veins like honey, sticky and warm, turning everything soft and dangerous. My skin feels electric. Nico’s breath hits my shoulder, hot and sharp, and I moan before I can stop it. Then I look up—and Moses is still there. Sitting. Watching. Holding the fucking pipe. His eyes are locked on us, and I know what he sees: me, bent over, spread open, taking my first fuck with my big brother’s best friend. He should be pissed. Disgusted. But he’s not. His face is unreadable, but his eyes are hungry. Dark. I see him clock the vial. Fuck. Then his voice cuts through the room. “Whose is this?” My brain stutters for a second, then I answer without thinking. “Mine.” It’s barely a whisper. Doesn’t matter. He hears it. He stares at me like he’s seeing something new. Something broken. And for a second, that weight hits me—this thing I’ve done, what I’ve become, what I want. I’m not sure what Moses asked next, or what I replied with. Too fucked out of my mind to make sense of anything. I only see Moses disappearing into the kitchen, hear the sound of the fridge, a glass, the quiet suck of a dropper. Then he’s back, pipe lit again. He takes a hit like it’s nothing, like this is normal. Like me being wrecked on the couch by my brother’s best friend is something he sees all the time. His lips part. His fingers flex around the pipe. Then he stands. My heart stops. Moses steps toward us. Nico’s still inside me when Moses leans in and says: “Don’t get too excited there, Nico. You may have popped my brother’s cherry, but I’ll be damned if I’m not the first one who busts a nut inside him.” My breath catches. The G buzzes hard in my ears. Nico freezes—his grip tightens—but Moses? He’s calm. Certain. My voice shakes. “What are you doing?” He doesn’t answer right away. Just looks at me like he owns me already. Like I’ve always been his. Then he leans in. “You want this, don’t you, baby brother?”

Scotty’s Tree House – part two When Daddy Paul brought Boy Scotty into his dingy bedroom he knew he'd easily craft his latest working whore for public show out at the riverfront woods, trails, park and otherwise empty picnic tables, then back here for those group gang cloud ☁ and blast off 💪 ⚡💥 sessions his trashy 🐷 buyers crave, need and deserve. Pushing Scotty onto his master bed, pulling off both his own fuckworn torn and the boy's sqeaky clean jeans, Paul commanded all the eating out his new whore could partake of shouting, "that's right you whore keep sucking out your real daddy's hole." And while torching on a fully loaded pipe, "your weed wont make you work and perform like this will," demanding his boy take steady long deep hits off the swirling clouds ever gathering in the pipe. Feeling the tingle of his body's first ever ice intrusion, as his real dad instructing him to blow billowing milky white clouds covering both of their skulls, Scotty became hornier than he ever thought possible, wanting to fuck Daddy Paul, but instead subjected to the constant thrusts of his real daddy's unreal cock pounding his sqreaky tight inexperienced boycunt. Taking more deeper and deeper sucks holding them in longer and longer, Boywhore Scotty saw other dirty men gathering above passing pipe and blowing cloud and would soon feel more cocks hammering and unloading into, opening and molding the latest Boycunt of the Riverfront, and wiyh his Real Daddy's unreally big cock opening and unloading into his throat's frontcunt, hearing him moaning, "fuck yeh boy, you cheap shard stealing whore, swallow dad's dirty seed, ALL of iT, " Scotty was on his way, first from daddy's masterbed grouptossed into daddys sling, soon to feel his firsy sloppy hole, all before debuting at the picnic tables on the rivetfront at midnight! Fuk Yeah! End of Part 2

Part 2 I feel the heat of his body under mine, the tension in his muscles as he leans forward, his hands gripping the couch like he’s trying to ground himself. His body is bent just the way I want him, exposed and vulnerable in front of me, but still strong, still present—like he’s daring me to do something with all this control. The mirror across from us catches every movement—my body pressing into his, the way his head tilts just slightly, lips parted as he catches his breath. His eyes dart to mine in the reflection, and the look there—fuck—it’s like he’s letting me in, letting me see every piece of him, every inch of his desire. I slide a hand down his back, feeling the way his skin shivers under my touch. The warmth radiates off him, and I can feel his heartbeat in my chest, matching mine in the silent rhythm of our movements. “Stay still,” though I’m not sure if I’m telling him or myself. I’m barely holding it together, already lost in the feeling of him—so perfect beneath me. He doesn’t resist as I slap my 9” cock onto his smooth, tight hole. I line myself up, and then press forward, feeling the stretch as my foreskin pulls backward, my cock sinking deeper into him. His body tenses for a split second but then melts, as I watch him bite his lip in the reflection. God, he’s beautiful like this—completely open, completely mine in every way. I lean down, my chest brushing against his back, my lips barely grazing the curve of his neck. I can feel his body tremble under me, his skin warm, soft, and every inch of him responding to my touch. My hand slides down his side, fingers grazing the smoothness of his waist, feeling the slight tremor of his muscles. I pull him closer, pushing him into the couch with a steady pressure. The mirror catches the moment—our bodies moving together, the way I’m taking him, holding him there. His eyes lock with mine again, and in that reflection, I see it: the raw need, the desperation that mirrors my own. His pupils are blown wide, lips parted as he tries to hold it together, but he can’t. He’s lost in this, just as much as I am. I can’t help myself. My thumb slides over his jaw, pushing his face up to meet mine, forcing him to look at me, forcing him to see me. The reflection is everything. It’s him, it’s me, it’s the tension between us that’s unbearable. I push deeper, slowly, feeling him stretch around me. His body shakes under the pressure, but his hands grip the couch, holding himself still for me. I move again, deeper this time, my body pressing into his as I feel the friction, the tightness. He gasps, the sound tearing through the air, and I feel my control slip. The sensation of him beneath me is overwhelming. I lean forward, my chest pressing to his back, my lips grazing the nape of his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin, the salt of him, as I move inside him. The heat of him is everything—so soft, so warm against me. “You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my hand finding his waist again, fingers tightening as I pull him closer, deeper. The mirror shows the way he reacts—his body jerking with every thrust, the way his chest rises and falls, each breath a quiet plea. I lean over him, close enough to feel his pulse against my chest, close enough to taste the air between us. I keep moving, my rhythm steady now, building the pace, feeling the way his body fits with mine. His back arches again, pushing into me, and I know he’s close—closer than I expected. I can feel him shudder, his body tightening, and when he breathes my name—low, shaky, “Nico…”—it breaks everything. I grip him harder, pushing even deeper, watching the way his face contorts in the mirror, the pleasure, the tension, the raw need reflected back at me. His fingers dig into the couch cushions, his body giving way to every push, every stroke. I feel it—he’s mine, every inch of him, every sound he makes. I move faster, harder, and I hear him gasping, feeling the way his body finally gives in, trembling beneath me. He’s lost in it, just as much as I am. The reflection tells me everything. His eyes lock with mine again, wild, desperate, and I see the moment he breaks—his face twisted in pleasure, his body jerking beneath mine. Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore. I push him through it, pushing until we’re both lost in the rush. Then that’s when I hear it—the creak of the front door opening. The sharp sound rips through the air, jarring me out of the haze of my own mind. For a split second, I think it’s just my head playing tricks on me, the high messing with my senses, Cole’s tight fucking hole wrapped around me. But then the door opens wider, and I hear the unmistakable sound of shoes hitting the floor along with the words: “What the fuck?” For a split second, I don’t move, don’t say anything. I just freeze, and Cole, beneath me, does too. I’m still inside him, my grip on his waist firm, holding him in place as his breath hitches. The tension is suffocating, the silence louder than anything else in this fucking room. I don’t pull away. I don’t move. Instead, I slowly glance over at Moses, standing in the doorway, his eyes wide, a mixture of confusion, surprise, and something else I can’t quite read. He stands frozen, hands at his sides, staring at us like he’s processing what the fuck he just walked into. Cole’s body shifts beneath me, his face flushed with embarrassment. He looks up at me briefly, eyes searching mine, and I see it—the hesitation, the silent plea for me to fix this. But I don’t know how. I can’t fix this. Moses doesn’t speak at first, just glares, his gaze moving between me and Cole. He looks like he’s about to blow. “What the fuck is going on here?” He steps closer, his tone sharp and full of disbelief. I pull back slightly from Cole, slipping out of him with a quiet “pop”, but staying close, trying to maintain control, but fuck, everything’s spinning out of my hands now. I wipe my hand over my face, trying to find something to say. Moses’ eyes flicks to me, the anger in them flickering like a flame ready to burn everything down. “Seriously, Nico? My brother?” His voice is rough, but there’s something else there—something I didn’t expect. Maybe it’s the shock. Maybe it’s the disbelief. But it hurts more than I thought it would. I swallow hard, not sure where to start. I glance back at Cole, who’s still sitting there, his hands covering his lap, looking small in a way that doesn’t match how he normally is. I try to steady myself. “Moses, it’s not what you—” “Bullshit.” He cuts me off, voice rising now, his chest heaving with frustration. “This isn’t some fucking misunderstanding. I can see it. You’re actually fucking him, aren’t you?” I don’t answer at first. My breath is sharp, the words dying in my throat, and that’s when I realize—Moses isn’t just angry. There’s something else simmering under the surface, something conflicted. I meet his eyes, trying to read him. He’s not backing down, but the way his jaw is clenched, the way his hands are balled into fists, makes me wonder just how far this is going to go. I glance back at Cole again, who’s still silent, eyes on the floor. He’s not backing down either. Moses’ gaze shifts from me to Cole, and for a brief second, it softens, just the slightest shift. I see him look at Cole—like he’s seeing him in a way he hasn’t before. It’s almost… curious. He swallows hard, running a hand through his hair. “What the fuck is this, Nico?” I look at him, the weight of the moment crashing down. There’s no turning back from this. Not now. Not with him standing there, seeing us both in this fucking mess. But somehow, I find my voice, and this time, it’s clear. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, Moses. I never meant for any of this.” Moses shakes his head, still processing, still pissed. But there’s something in his eyes—something under all that anger. His voice drops to something lower, more tense, “So what? You’re fucking him, and now you want to make it okay?” I don’t know how to respond to that. Because the truth is, I don’t have the fucking words. I don’t know what any of this is, or what it means for us. Then, to my surprise, Moses takes a step forward, his face softening slightly. He looks at Cole, his brother, and there’s something there—something I can’t explain. He’s not just angry anymore. There’s this understanding, or at least the beginning of it, like he’s processing the new reality in front of him. He glances back at me, his voice quieter this time. “You’re both fucked up, but… shit, man. What the hell were you thinking?” I don’t have an answer. I never had an answer. But there’s this strange, unspoken understanding between Moses and me now—he’s still my best friend, still the guy I’ve known forever. But there’s no going back from this moment. He doesn’t say more. He just stands there for a moment, looking at me, then at Cole. The weight of it is too much. I stand there, still unsure of what the fuck happens next. Then Moses walks over to the coffee table, grabs the pipe off it, and inspects it for a second like it’s just a normal thing to do. His fingers wrap around it casually, like he’s deciding if he wants to hit it or hit me upside the head with it. I feel Cole shift beneath me, but I don’t pull away. I hold his body close, watching Moses carefully. Without looking back at us, Moses brings the pipe to his lips, lights it up, and takes a long, slow hit. His eyes look up at the cloud of smoke he exhales, his gaze sharpening as he looks back at us. “Well, don’t stop on my account,” he says nonchalantly, voice calm as he sits down across from us. The smoke curls around him. He’s completely unfazed. I feel Cole tense up beneath me, his eyes flicking nervously between Moses and me, his body half-turned, trying to process what the hell is happening. I stay still, not sure what the fuck to say, or do. My heart’s still pounding in my chest from pounding Cole just a few moments ago, and now Moses is here—watching us, like he’s completely comfortable with this. I expect him to be pissed. Maybe call it a mistake. But instead, he just sits there, eyes watching us closely as he takes another drag from the pipe, blowing out another thick cloud of smoke. Moses’ eyes flick to Cole for a moment, studying him, before turning back to me, almost like he’s waiting for me to break the silence. Cole shifts again, his voice shaky, but he tries to speak. “You… you want to watch, or…?” The words hang in the air awkwardly, and I feel his unease ripple through me. Moses isn’t just walking in on us—he’s sitting down like he’s made himself part of this. Moses exhales slowly, blowing the smoke out to the side as if he’s giving the question some thought. “Yeah, I want to watch,” he says casually, like he’s talking about something as simple as a movie. But there’s a sharpness to his tone that catches me off guard. There’s no judgment, no disgust, just the quiet acceptance of it all—like he’s been around enough to know that this is just what happens. I stare at him for a second. This is weird. Sure, we all get high together. We all know the drill. But to sit here and watch? This is new. But I don’t know what to say to that. I don’t know how to tell Moses this is crossing some line I didn’t even realize existed. I should feel anger, but instead, I just feel a tinge of confusion. Why is he so okay with this? “You sure about that?” I ask, voice still low, not entirely hiding the surprise that I’m feeling. Moses shrugs nonchalantly, his expression unreadable. “Why the hell not? Might as well… see it all the way through.” I feel Cole shift underneath me, his body stiffening with uncertainty. He meets Moses’ gaze briefly, his mouth opening like he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. His hands are still gripping the couch like he’s trying to hold on to whatever bit of normalcy is left in this fucked-up situation. “This is… strange,” Cole mutters, his voice softer, eyes flicking nervously between Moses and me. He’s still trying to figure out how to process this, still caught between confusion and something else—maybe desire, maybe something darker. Moses leans back in the chair, blowing out another cloud of smoke and making a lazy circle in the air with it. “Is it? Or are you just not used to someone calling it out like it is?” He lets the silence settle in, the tension rising. I feel Cole’s body relax a little beneath me, but I can tell his mind is still racing. He’s confused, uncertain—but a part of me can see it in his eyes. He’s curious. Moses, on the other hand? He’s too comfortable in this situation. His gaze shoots back to me, sharp as ever, waiting for me to make the next move. He’s just sitting there, completely at ease with the whole fucking situation, his face unreadable. Another hit. Another cloud of smoke. Like he’s watching some fucked-up movie unfold in front of him, but this movie is real. I feel the tension tighten in Cole’s body as I move again, my hands gripping his hips, pulling him closer to me. He’s so fucking soft under my touch, like I could break him with just a look, but he’s strong—he holds himself together, even as my body pushes against his, every inch of him tight, ready. “You’re still okay with this?” I ask, my voice low, rough. The words taste like fire in my mouth, but I need to know. I need to hear it from him. Cole nods, his breath hitching, his fingers gripping my wrist as he pulls me in closer. “Yeah,” he says, voice shaky, but sure. “I want this.” And there it is. That fucking thing in his eyes—the desire, the need, the acceptance of what’s happening. Without a second thought, I line my cock back to Cole’s hole. This time, staring Moses directly in the eyes as I push into Cole harder, feeling him tighten, his body reacting to every inch of me. I turn to Cole and watch him fall apart in front of me, his chest rising and falling as I set the pace. His lips part, gasping, and I’m right there with him, losing myself in the movement, in the feeling. Cole’s body moves with mine, the friction pulling us closer. His breath quickens, and I can tell he’s fighting it—fighting the urge to lose himself, to give in to what we’re doing. But there’s no holding back now. I shift, pushing harder, making him take me deeper. His back arches again, his hands moving to grip the cushions beneath us, knuckles white, and I feel the tension in his body snap, the first wave of release hitting him hard. He groans, his body shaking beneath me, his head tipping back, and I can’t help the low growl that escapes me as I feel him tremble. Fuck. “Don’t stop,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. He grips my wrist harder, pulling me closer, deeper. I don’t. I can’t. I move faster now, no restraint, no holding back. The mirror catches us both—the way he moves beneath me, the way I’m taking him, and I can’t stop watching him. His face is a picture of raw need, of surrender, and fuck, it’s beautiful. And then, in the background, I hear Moses, his voice a low murmur over the quiet crackling of the pipe. ”Don’t get too excited there, Nico. You may have popped my brother’s cherry, but I’ll be damned if I’m not the first one who busts a nut inside him.”

Even now I'm not really sure what came over me - but this is the story of what happened. My name is Paul, and at the time this story begins, I was 27 years old and very happily married to Ryan. Ryan was the same age as me, and we had been together for six years, and married for four. I can honestly say I had never been happier - I had never cheated on Ryan and I could never imagine wanting anyone but him. We were definitely made for each other - though a bit different temperamentally, we had the same values and we enjoyed the same things. We enjoyed being together and I can honestly say I had never loved anyone the way I loved Ryan. I loved his sense of humour, his integrity and, of course, his sexy body. Ryan was smaller than me but quite muscular, with dark hair, a cheeky smile and an arse that made my cock hard every time I looked at it! I also admired him. Ryan was a nurse and loved his job - he loved helping people and I knew his smile often made as much difference to his patients as his care did. He also cared passionately about sexual health and worked three hours a week as a volunteer nurse at a sexual health clinic. I was a consultant in the tech team of a large IT company and, while I earned a lot more money than Ryan, I couldn't help being aware that his job was by far the more valuable. Ryan and I met through friends a year or two after I finished university. I liked him straight away and we started seeing each other. The first time we went out we went for an Italian meal and a drink and then we went back to my flat and fucked. I couldn't wait to get Ryan's pants down and I was really hoping he would want me to fuck him. He did - and although he explained that he never did it without a condom, we had a truly great fuck and I enjoyed every single minute of it. We started seeing each other regularly and after six months we moved in together. We talked about safe sex and Ryan explained how important it was to him and I was happy to fall in with his wishes. My record on safe sex was, on the whole, quite good - though not of course anything like as good as Ryan's. I had mostly played safe, but now and then if a fit lad offered me his arse and wanted me to go in bare, I did. On the whole, I enjoyed fucking without a condom more - but I was careful most of the time. I was mostly a top - I would say I was a top about 90% of the time - but now and then I liked to take it up the arse. I especially enjoyed taking it on my back with my legs in the air - I'm not sure why, but there's something really horny about lifting my legs and letting some fit guy bang my arse. I must admit, I did sometimes take it up the arse without a condom too. Of course I knew it was risky, but I didn't mind taking a chance now and then, and somehow that added to the excitement. I remember once about a year or so before I met Ryan, I was at a civil partnership ceremony and got talking to a couple who were at the same table as me. We got on well and I was getting definite vibes that they might be up for a threesome. After the meal, we took a walk in the woods behind the hotel where the celebration was taking place. I had had a few drinks by this time, and was very much in a bottom mood. I ended up going down on them both and a short time later I was leaning up against a tree, pants and smart trousers at my ankles as first one then the other fucked me hard up the arse. None of us had condoms so we just went bare and I took both their loads up me. A few months before I met Ryan, I was assigned a three month project working with an external consultant. The other guy was a really handsome black guy called Akim. Akim was the same age as me but a bit more experienced and he led on the project. I liked Akim, and we got on well, but I didn't think we would have much in common. He was quite sporty and told me he was a devout Christian. He also had a girlfriend whom he talked about quite a lot. However, he wasn't bothered when I told him I was gay and the project got off the ground on schedule. I also found Akim really attractive and could not help noticing the sizeable bulge that always seemed to be visible at the front of his suit trousers. I tried hard not to look at it, but I was fairly sure that Akim had noticed my attention wandering to the front of his trousers one night when we were working late together. A little later on, he told me he had noticed me looking at the front of his trousers and, much to my surprise, asked me if I would like to see what he had inside them. A short time later, Akim had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to his knees and I was sucking on one of the biggest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he told me that he would love to fuck me. We didn't have any condoms or any lube - and I knew I could never take a cock that big up my arse without lube, so we contented ourselves with me sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. The next time we worked late alone, I let Akim fuck me. He had said he would bring everything we needed but, although he produced some lube, I was surprised to find that he hadn't brought any condoms. I wasn't really that bothered though and, to tell the truth, the thought of taking his big cock up my arse without a condom was really turning me on. I sucked him for while and then I bent over my desk, my pants and trousers pulled down below my bum and my shirt pushed up my back as Akim fucked me bareback and shot what felt like a huge load right up my arse. After that, we fucked regularly, mostly with me bent over the desk, but a couple of times I pulled off my shoes, trousers and pants and laid back on the desk in just my shirt and socks, my legs in the air as Akim fucked me and shot another big load up me. I enjoyed all these encounters very much but, like I said, most of the time I was content to be a top. This suited Ryan very well - he loved to be fucked, but was not so keen on topping. For the first months we were together we used condoms and then we decided to get tested and hopefully stop using them. Our test results came back negative and, on the night of our first anniversary, I fucked Ryan for the first time without a condom. I can't tell you how good it felt - I had always loved fucking Ryan and tonight his hole felt so much tighter around my dick as I pushed it up his arse and began to fuck. Ryan was in his favourite position - on his back with his legs over my shoulders - and we didn't hold back. That night I dumped two loads right up him and in the morning I added a third. After that, we stopped using condoms. We were very happy and after a few years we managed to buy a small house together. It was in a small village outside the town (that was all we could afford) but we really loved it. When we had been there a few years, our lovely neighbour sold her house and moved out. The house bordered on to ours at an angle and I was hoping we would get good neighbours in her place. She told us she had sold the house to a gay couple, one of whom was a solicitor. She wasn't sure what the other one did. A few weeks later, they moved in and after a day or so they came over to introduce themselves. Peter was the solicitor, a small, blond, serious looking guy and the other guy was called Aidan. Aidan was a stocky, dark haired Irish guy and I have to admit I found him quite attractive. After they had settled in they invited us over for dinner one Saturday evening. They were good company and we had a very enjoyable time. I couldn't help noticing that Aidan had a really fit arse. I should explain, I am a bit of an arse guy - I think the arse is definitely my favourite part of a guy - and I love nothing more than pulling a guy's arse cheeks apart and sticking my tongue right into his hole. Ryan's arse was quite smooth, with just a few hairs around his hole, but I guessed that Aidan's was probably quite hairy - judging by the time he dropped a fork and bent down to pick it up, giving me a really good view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. As I said, they were both good company and, although Peter talked of his work quite a bit, I wasn't really sure what Aidan did. Once or twice during the evening, I thought I caught Aidan glancing at me, and there was something in his glance that made me feel a bit horny. That night I fucked Ryan hard up the arse and came almost immediately. We had both had a few drinks and we fell asleep quite quickly, but a few hours later I woke up with a raging hard on. I nudged Ryan awake and told him I was feeling really horny. He kissed me and then knelt up on the bed. I slipped my cock up him easily (he still had my first load in him) and fucked him again until I dumped a second load up him. The following Saturday evening, we invited Peter and Aidan to dinner with us. The conversation turned to work and I asked Aidan what he did. He told me that we wasn't working at the moment as he had been quite ill for a while. I asked if he was feeling better now and he said he was. Then he told us that he was HIV positive and, due to complications, had been unable to take meds so was currently unmedicated. I was really surprised by his honesty and even more so when Peter added that he was negative so they always had to use condoms. A short time later, the subject was changed, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about what Aidan had told us. When we had finished the meal, Ryan poured some more drinks and I cleared the table and took the dishes through to the kitchen. Aidan said he would give me a hand and joined me in the kitchen. He smiled at me and said he hoped he hadn't embarrassed us by talking about his HIV. I said no, of course not, and added that it must be hard always having to use condoms. "Ah well," said Aidan, "It would be," he lowered his voice, "if I always used them!" "Oh," I said confused, "I thought Peter said you always use condoms." "I do always use condoms," said Aidan and then, lowering his voice he added "when I'm with Peter!" He winked at me and, just for a moment, rested his hand on my arse. I could feel myself blushing and I hoped that Aidan wouldn't notice the fact that my dick was suddenly getting hard in my pants. A short time later we were safely back out with Ryan and Peter and we had a few more drinks. I was sure I could feel Aidan looking at me from time to time and I tried hard not to look back at him. When we got home, Ryan asked me if I was alright and said I had seemed a bit distracted as the evening went on. I assured him I was fine and that night in bed, we fucked. We were both horny, and enjoyed a great fuck. Ryan ran his hand down my arse crack as I fucked him and then, as he sometimes did, he pushed his finger against my arsehole. He pushed his finger in to my hole as I fucked him and a short time later I came right up his arse. The next morning, Ryan was working and I had a lie in. I woke up with a hard on and began to play with myself. I wondered what Aidan had meant the night before when he said that he always used condoms with Peter. I guessed that he meant he sometimes fucked with other guys and did not use condoms, despite being HIV positive and not on meds. I was wanking now as I imagined what Aidan's cock would look like - I imagined it would be big and hairy. I took hold of my cock and began to really wank myself as I imagined Aidan pulling off his trousers and pants and squatting over me so that I could push my tongue up his hairy arse. As I said earlier, I'm mostly a top, but I liked to be fucked now and then and Ryan was really not into topping so I hadn't been fucked for a long time. Ryan pushing his finger up my arse had really turned me on and now I began to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by Aidan. I was wanking harder now, as I imagined spreading my legs so that Aidan could fuck me. Then I thought he might want to fuck me without a condom even though he was HIV positive and not on meds and somehow this thought turned me on even more. Just as I imagined Aidan pushing his bare cock into my arse, I shot my load all over myself. A couple of months went by. We socialised with Peter and Aidan now and then and a few times I saw Aidan working in the garden - their garden joined ours at an angle so I had a perfect view. Sometimes I would watch Aidan discreetly as he worked in the garden - he still wasn't working at that point - and I loved seeing him bend over and show his arse crack. I was wanking all the time now when Ryan was at work - I hadn't masturbated so much since I was a teenager - and if I'm being honest, most of the time I was thinking about Aidan One time I was watching Aidan doing some work in the garden out of our bedroom window. He was wearing shorts and a black top and I had a great view of his hairy arms and legs. I caught sight of his arse crack a couple of times and began to play with my cock. I was fairly sure he didn't know I was watching as he stepped up to the wall and pulled out his dick. Almost immediately he began to piss hard against the wall, standing back from the wall spraying his piss up and down. I watched fascinated as he finished pissing and, instead of putting his dick back in his shorts, he began to play with it. He was hard now and began to play with his cock - it was just as I had imagined - big and hairy. I pushed my hand into my pants and began to play with my cock as I watched Aidan wanking. I was still confident he didn't know I was watching and a few minutes later I could tell he was getting close. Aidan wanked his cock a few more times and then turned and looked straight at me as he wanked a huge load of cum out in front of himself. That was too much for me and I shot my load into the front of my pants. Then Aidan winked at me and went back into the house. I didn't know what to think - I had been caught watching Aidan - I don't think I had ever felt so mortified, but I also don't think I had ever felt so turned on - my cock was rock hard, even though I had just shot a load. I suddenly thought of something and opened the bottom drawer of Ryan's chest. I wondered if what I was looking for would still be there, but under some pairs of pants, I found it. It was a large rubber dildo - thick and about seven inches long. It was Ryan's from when he was single and we had kept it to use for fun. I had used it on Ryan quite a few times and once or twice he had used it on me, although we hadn't played with it for a while. I pulled off my pants, trousers and socks and bent over the bed. I rubbed some lube on my hole and then pushed the dildo gently against my arsehole. I hadn't been fucked for a long time and it hurt going in to my arse but I really wanted it - I needed to be fucked! I pushed the dildo slowly right up my arse and began to fuck myself with it. I remembered bending over the desk for Akim, the IT guy, and tried to think of him. I also tried hard to think of Ryan, and imagine it was him standing behind me, but my thoughts kept turning to Aidan. I fucked myself for a while, and then I pulled the cock out my arse, laid back on the bed, and raised my legs. I pushed the dildo back up my arse. This was how I wanted Aidan to fuck me - on my back with my legs in the air - and I didn't want him to use a condom. I wanted him to push his bare cock up my arse and fuck me. I was fucking myself really hard now as I thought how much I wanted Aidan to cum in me. I knew that would probably mean he would give me HIV, but just at that moment I wanted him to give it to me. I wanted that big, hairy cock to cum in my arse and get me pregnant. I wanted him to give me a baby! As I thought this I shot one of the biggest loads of my life all over myself. I had finally admitted to myself that I wanted Aidan to knock me up - I wanted him to poz my cunt! But I knew I would never do it. Would I?

Author's Note: This is a chapter-based novella that follows a variety of characters. Each chapter will have a disclaimer about who is narrating it. I will post the chapters as I write them, so please comment to encourage me to continue. It is a work of dark fiction. Fetishes include intentional HIV infection, kidnapping, rape, and torture. 01 TONY “You have HIV”, the doctor said. My name is Antonio Mancini, I live in Sicily, Italy. I am the heir to the Cosa Nostra Cartel, a mafia group from my region. My father is the leader of this group and since I was little I learned to have discipline. But I have always been addicted to sex. And I have never worried much about protection. A few months ago, I met two girls at a club, we danced and we had a good time. They really liked the drugs I had with me. I was sure I was going to have sex with them. But when we were walking to the car, about to leave, they said they couldn't leave their friend who was with them to the club. I said I could give the guy a ride, but they said they would only have sex with me if he was included. I had never had sex with a guy before, but I was curious. Within minutes of us getting to my house, I was balls deep in him, hard as a rock. I completely forgot about the girls and I enjoyed the night like never before with that man. They left and he stayed to sleep with me. He also fucked me hard and came about three times inside my ass. That was the best night of my life. After having sex with a man for the first time, I was hooked. Sex with another male was so much better than sex with a woman. Over the next few weeks, I went to every gay club in town and had sex with every type of man I could find. White, brown, blond, black, Asian, Latino. I didn't care, I just wanted the thrill of another guy cumming in my guts. Whether they used a condom or not was always their choice, I never cared about that. And I really liked to get bred. Meanwhile, the mafia's work continued. I always carried a gun, participated in transactions and followed my father everywhere. I had to learn to be a leader like him, after all, I would inherit all of that. What my father didn't know was that I had always been a bit more sadistic than he was. I had always enjoyed torturing and killing other people. When he sent one of his henchmen to do the dirty work, I would volunteer to do it in their place. For this reason, no one ever suspected that I enjoyed having sex with men. The problem was that a few months after I started having sex with other guys, I felt very sick. It felt like the flu, I had a fever, I was shaking and I had chills. I even became delirious at times, it felt like my body was going to give out. A family doctor said it was just a cold and gave me some medicine, but he told me to go to a hospital and do some tests. When I was feeling better, I went to a private clinic that didn't keep patient records. The doctor ordered some blood tests and now I was getting the results. When I heard I had HIV, I was in shock for about three seconds, but then I realized it made sense. I had been letting strangers cum inside my ass for months, it was bound to happen at some point or another. I was never afraid of dying, I learned to be brave since I was a child, because of my line of work. Knowing that I had a deadly virus inside me was nothing compared to my father's threats. "You can start treatment immediately," the doctor said. "What do I have to do?" I asked. "I'm going to order some more tests to check your viral load and find out what type of virus you have, but you can start taking the medications that make the viral load decrease. In the first few weeks, you'll feel some side effects, but they'll soon go away." "No," I replied. "I don't understand," the doctor said. "I don't want to take anything for now, I'll think about what I'm going to do," I explained. "I don't want any strong medicine destroying my body." "It's the virus that's destroying your immune system, not the medicine," he tried to insist. "But if you don't want to get treatment, I can't force you, it's your choice. I just have to remind you that you shouldn't have sex with anyone without a condom, even oral sex. Because infecting another person on purpose is a crime. You don't want to go to jail for having sex with someone. Are your sexual partners men or women?" "I don't see how that's any of your business." I left his office without saying anything else. I committed crimes as often as I changed clothes, so I wasn't worried about one more crime. By the time I arrived at the Cosa Nostra headquarters, the doctor’s appointment was already far from my mind. His words, the ones that tried to convince me that something was wrong with me, seemed insignificant compared to what awaited me. My father was sitting in his chair, as always, with a cigar between his fingers and a gaze that seemed to pierce anyone who dared to lie to him. He looked up when I entered, and I felt the weight of his question before he even asked it. “Where have you been?” His voice was calm, but I knew his tone well. It was a trap, a way to test my loyalty. “I made some rounds in the city,” I replied, keeping my gaze fixed on his. I thought about saying that I went to visit my mother, but that would have been pointless. I hadn’t seen her in months, and he knew that she meant nothing to either of us. She had simply been the one chosen to bear the heir, and nothing more. He didn’t ask any more questions, and I felt a fleeting relief. “I have a mission for you,” he said, taking the cigar out of his mouth and pointing it at me. “There’s a journalist, fresh out of college, causing chaos in the city. He sticks his nose in where he doesn’t belong and talks too much. His name is Carlo Barbieri. He thinks he can solve every crime in Sicily by himself. We need to find a way to silence the boy.” I remained silent, waiting for him to continue. I could not rush Aurelio Mancini. My father didn’t like to be pressured, and I knew he would say what needed to be said in his own time. “He’s covering a restaurant awards ceremony. Then he’ll go home alone. Take two of your men and kidnap the boy.” “When will this happen?” I asked. “Tonight,” he replied, as if I had asked an obvious question. “It will be done,” I said without hesitation. “Where should I take the journalist?” “Keep him hidden in your place for a few days. I will soon give you instructions to take him to the docks.” “What are you going to do with him?” I asked. My father smiled, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “There is a faction leader in Nigeria who is interested in a new sex toy, because his huge dick broke the last one. He will pay well.” That was nothing new. We had done similar business before, but never with a journalist. Carlo Barbieri was a well-known name, and his disappearance would cause a stir. But my father didn’t seem worried about that. He had everything planned, as always. “Understood,” I said, nodding. “I’ll take care of it.” “I don’t want him to get hurt, that would decrease his value,” my father said and just turned his attention back to his cigar, as if the matter were already over. I left the room, feeling the weight of this mission on my shoulders. Two of my men were already waiting outside, and I waved them over. “We have work to do tonight,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Get ready.” They didn’t ask any questions. They knew that when I spoke like that, it was best to just obey. I walked back to my car, thinking about what was to come. Carlo Barbieri was just a young man, someone who believed he could change the world with words. He didn’t know that in Sicily, words had a price, and I was about to exact his. The night fell quickly, and we positioned ourselves near the restaurant where the awards ceremony would take place. The journalist left around midnight, alone, as my father had said. He walked distractedly, unaware that he was being followed. When he turned into a dark street, I gave the signal. My men acted quickly, covering his mouth with a cloth soaked in chloroform and dragging him into the car. He didn't have a chance to fight.

When I find them, they go into my kunT!

Scotty’s Tree House – part three Boy Scotty got his first sloppy hole in Daddy Paul’s Busy Sling, while Taking continuous deep hits on daddy’s pipe, As well as from Numerous pipes and bongs of daddy’s customers and his other trap house stable whores , all Working Hard to break in Scotty’s Fresh New cunthole. “Sit on daddy’s face, you dirty methed up whore,” Instructed Paul to Scotty, so he could suck out as much dirty pink colored cum out of the newly wrecked and bloodied hole. “Turn around And kiss your real daddy, bitch,” Shouted Paul to Scotty, Feeding his new boy gobs of the pink cum, Commanding him, “taste it swallow it all down your fucking throatpussy.” Scotty was so high from the first two hours of heavy clouding. And now it wad time for the six pigs to fuck their SuperCharged Chem⚡️Piss into both of Scotty’s holes. The fucked up spun up boy sluT-in-training Couldn’t get enough, Scotty moaning as pissing cocks rammed into each end of him. After another hour of heavy piss play, daddy Paul decided to ease up on his new whore, “We’re gonna take a break, hose you off, let daddy give you your Mohawk and let you lay in my master bed And show you videos on slamming. How we pigs really fly💉💪💥🚀 you fuckin spun slam pig!” You’ll always look like this from now on bitch. And tomorrow you’re gonna be getting lots of piercings and tats. I’ll be setting you up with supplies shards pipe torch bong and your own private locker room here. Nothings free bitch you will be rent paying for it For all the supplies you’re given. You’re gonna keep working that job at your gas station for a while and then afterwards you’re gonna quit that because you’ll earning more money for me here and down at the riverfront. Rest up fucker, you’re gonna get your first slam in a little while.” Paul slammed the door shut and Scotty lay wide eyed awake in dark, Stroking his cock thinking nothing of getting fucked by more dirty pigs, taking their bugged up cum and piss down his eager throatcunt and up his hungry asspussy The screen in Daddy Paul’s bedroom played endless group slam videos, pubic toilet and cruise forest slam fucking and even Scotty Getting group sling fucked and piss fucked earlier. Scotty fuckkin loved what he saw! Crystal time goes quicker than weed time, So daylight was already showing through daddy Paul’s window, as Paul and two buddies entered the room, hauled Scotty out of bed and into the sling. “Your daddy likes to slam a .4 that’s what I’m gonna start you off with. I want to start you strong so you’ll handle it better next time. After you feel the needle in you you’re gonna want to cough you’ll feel a big heat rush race up toward your head, so raise your arm and cough and it’s blastoff time, bitch!” First Time Slam 💉Scotty coughed like a true pig and was 💥🚀in orbiT End of Part 3

"I'm not afraid to break him." Just a beautiful line at this point in the story. I can hardly wait for more.

so im at a neighborhood bar last friday watching the NHL game and it hits me the guy two seats down from me is my ex. we broke up because he spent most of his time unemployed smoking cannabis and being a paranoid asshole (the sex was not worth it.) im hoping he doesnt notice me and so i bury myself in my phone but it doesnt work after the couple next to me leave and he has a direct view. 😒 he hops up and greets me with a smile and a hug and now im trapped in some shitty conversation about jobs he cant keep and how hes dating this amazing new guy. at this point im missing the fucking game so i order another beer, and he orders us shots. im not exactly being subtle about it being on my phone or watching tv (i cant stand this dude), so im trying to cash out and hes ordering more drinks. eventually things are winding down and i close out. being pretty drunk at this point so i tell him im going to grab an uber and he insists i hang out at his new place for a while until im good to drive. we got in and he immediately started pushing weed on me, so i took a couple hits off his vape pen to get him off my back and it made me dizzy as hell so i laid down on the couch. we netflixed the avengers i think, and he runs off to the bathroom for like 20 minutes while im struggling to stay awake. he eventually comes back in a robe and sits directly in front of me, telling me how he always spoons with his new boyfriend. I slept through most of the movie and when i woke up the credits were going and he had my dick out and hard. at some point he had time to lube up so hes got me right where he wants, drunk and high and leaking up against his hole. not really thinking about it i sorta go with it and start fucking. I kept going for about ten minutes and hes just encouraging me the entire time until im about to bust and i pull out but he just grabs my dick and whispers "cum in it.." so I did. we spent hours like this on the couch with my dick in his ass and him clicking through netflix or scrolling through his phone. whenever i started to get hard again he would push back on me and say "there ya go..." until i started fucking him again and giving up another load. i thnk around 7 am we both stopped and he got up to go get a shower and get ready for work. when he stood up i watched about a gallon of jizz run out his hole and down his leg and it was incredibly hot. he just kept leaking cum, even in the shower. when i brought up his boyfriend he just said "but he never fucks me bareback." after we got out of the shower and dried off he got me hard one last time and rode me on the bed with my jizz as lube until i came again.

Wow love that you all love my little story! So here's part 3 My husband made his way back Inside, catching looks, he must not have seen he missed some of his load in his hair. He quickly stripped out of his clothes, soon in nothing but a towel. He grabbed his phone to check and sure enough a new top was fucking me. Saying how much he loves a drugged out hole. Which made the husband pitch a full tent. He quickly made his way to the darkroom looking for a bottom that would willingly take my position. He could hear the sound of sex and followed it finding his way to what seemed to be a bear slamming into a hole. "Fuck yeah, take this nut you slut" The bottom didn't make a sound. My hubby started feeling him up and still no response "This holes passed out, but damn has it been busy" He checked his phone but could still see me taking a new load. "How longs he been here?" "Idk man, but he took at least 3 guys before me. You want a go?" He thought about it, but was conflicted about finding a bottom. "Fuck I want to, but I need to find a bottom for this group." "Ahhh good luck, not many around tonight may as well use this . . . Ahhh . . . One . . . Fuck here it cums" He started slamming into his hole breeding him deep. My husband was over the edge watching. "Maybe if I shoot this load I can focus" "All yours man" He lined up sliding in with ease, almost like he was being sucked in. "Ahh Fuck this is nice" He set the phone down so he could focus on the ass he was raping. The bear saw the call and me taking dick, he grabbed the phone changed the camera around to show a close up of my husband breeding this passed out bottom "Fuck it's so damn good here I cum! Take it bitch!" He breed the hole DEEP. You could see the cum streaming from the hole as he pulled out. The bear made sure to get the best view. "That was hot man, I need to find and breed this hole too" "No thats why I'm looking for a bottom. That's my husband they're using" " oh shit sorry man, but it looks like your enjoying yourself, maybe you should let us enjoy him." He was conflicted with the truth. "Yeah I know but I can't leave him like that" "Tell you what, you look for that bottom, I'll look for the group and if I find em I'll come find you." "Thanks I could use the help" He had no idea the bear was only interested in breeding my hole. He went off checking the usual party rooms, telling any top he saw about me. Hoping to find my hole. It wasn't long before he was approached and asked if he was down to "help a bottom with their fantasy" turns out they've been finding guys and telling them I had a fantasy of being passed out and used by as many guys as possible. My husband was cluelessly looking in the completely wrong spot by now. He thought he would check the rooms downstairs. Not knowing there was a dark maze of rooms on the next floor, where I was bound ass up taking any load that came in. The line was now forming into the hall. He wasn't sure how much time passed but he found another bottom in the sauna getting fucked by 2 guys so he patiently waited his turn getting aroused at the show. The two guys seemed to like being watched and fucked him harder really make the boy scream. My husband got closer while pitching another tent. "Fuck yeah here it cums bitch take this nut" The guy using his mouth was focing every inch into his throat as he came. Choking him in the process. "Such a fucking slut, I'll give you a fat load for that" The second guy hammered 4-6 hard thrusts into his ass, breeding him as deep as he could. My hubby wasted no time replacing them, lining up and thrusting deep. "Yeah fuck that bitch, give him what he wants" "Knock that bitch up" He didn't know what they meant but he loved the attention and just fucked hard putting his phone down infront of the bottom "I bet you wanna be in his position don't you bitch" "Fuck yes, so hot! I need it" He was ecstatic finally finding a bottom to trade me out with. "Yeah, if I give you this load will you take his spot?" "Yes sir! Give it to me" He started really hammering into the bottom breeding him, wondering why this turns him on so much. "Fucking nice ass, give me a second" He called out into the phone saying he found a bottom like they asked. "Good, room 302 in the dark maze. You might have to wait your turn. " "I'm on my way" He went back into the sauna, told the bottom that they needed to find room 302 "OH the party room, they always find bottoms to slut out in there. I've done it a couple times follow me" "So how did you find out about these parties?" "OH I must have had to much to drink once because I met up with this hot daddy guy, but passed out. Came too a few hours later being fucked by a train of dudes, bound and gagged. Been hooked ever since" He was wondering if he was in the same spot as me. Forced to be a bathhouse cumdump. "OH looks a little busy" There was a few guys still standing around the door, most having had already breed me "Hey here's your bottom, a deals a deal." The bottom eagerly jumped on the bed next to me. "True a deals a deal, but how about you show me one last fuck. Your hubby here's been popular tonight don't you want to feel that hole? He's out cold and won't have any idea you breed him too" "I just need to get him out of here. . ." The husky guy was massaging my hole playing with the cum "Fuck it he already took so many whats one more" He lined up and slow fucked my hole taking his time to enjoy how wet I was, churning the loads that was in me "Fuck his ass is amazing, I didn't know he could be this wet. I'm not gonna last long." He started hammering my ass, flinging cum everywhere. "Here it cums baby . . . Fuck yes . . . Take it baby" He shot a massive load into me "Fuck yeah dude that's how you fuck a cumwhore, I'm sure we'll be seeing you two around again" He grabbed my phone off of the tripod handing it to my hubby. "Now take your whore and get out" He struggled to pick me up, since I was still out of it. So a couple burly types came over to offer to help move me, they took me out to the darkrooms. "Think you could help me get him back to the car?" "No, this is where we take the cumdumps I'm sure he'll be up soon" They threw me onto a fuck bench ass up "And here's your tip" He lined up with my ass and thrust balls deep. "Hey were done that was his last load in the room" The other guy grabbed my hubby and covered his mouth making him shut up and watch the onslaught. "Cumwhores are nothing but a cocksleve for men. I thought you learned that already now shut up unless you want to take his spot." He just sat there quietly, afraid to get the same treatment. He could feel the guy who was restraining him was rock hard waiting for his last turn. "Fuck yeah take it! Here it cums!" He breed me rough and deep slamming into me at least 4 times before pulling out. My hubby could see a clear rope of cum from my hole to the tip of my rappist "My turn" The second guy let go of my husband, and jammed himself as deep as he could go "Fuck yes, gonna give you one last gift boy" He didn't last long and also shot his load deep. "Fuck he has such a nice hole, I wonder if it'll ever close again" "Here, you'll need these" The first guy threw my hubby my clothes, key to the spreader bar, and some smelling salts "When your done with you whore put those under his nose and he'll be up in no time" "Thanks for sharing the slut" With that they dissapeared back into the darkness My husband sat there and wondered. He never felt so alive, so horny. He had no idea this side of himself existed. He contemplated. Should he use the salts unlock me and get me out of there? Or should he leave me tied there with no choice but to take any load that came by, while he goes back to the party . . . He could always say he was looking for me? . . . The choices, he thought . . . The end? Thanks for reading! Sorry if this one took a bit of a turn, wasn't sure how to continue it 😅😅😅

02 CARLO The awards ceremony at that restaurant was a complete bore. I sat at the table, listening to endless speeches about cuisine and gastronomic excellence, when what I really wanted was to be home, away from that artificial atmosphere. I wasn’t a restaurant critic, nor a social event reporter. What I really wanted to do was cover serious news, investigate the criminal gangs that infested Sicily like a plague. But apparently someone inside the newspaper was trying to boycott my work. I knew I was bothering the criminals, so I had to keep investigating. But not everyone was happy about it. When I finally managed to leave the restaurant, the night was already dark and the streets were almost deserted. I walked quickly, with my hands stuffed in my coat pockets, trying to ignore the cold that was biting my skin. My mind was still busy with the stories I wanted to write, the denunciations that needed to be made. Sicily was not only a place of beauty and tradition; It was also a place of shadows, where crime hid behind respectable facades. And I was determined to expose it, no matter the cost. It was then that I felt that strong hand pressing a piece of cloth against my nose. The smell of the liquid was strong, almost suffocating, and I immediately realized what was happening. I tried to struggle, but the man was too strong. He held my body as if I were a rag doll, with no chance of escape. My arms and legs felt like they weighed tons, and each movement was more difficult than the last. “There’s no point in fighting,” I heard a low voice say, but I couldn’t see the speaker’s face. The darkness of the street seemed to swallow everything around me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The liquid in the cloth began to take effect, and soon my consciousness began to wander. My thoughts became confused, as if they were floating in a sea of fog. The last thing I thought before I passed out was that my fiancée would be worried when I didn’t come home. She always waited for me, even when I arrived late. She said she couldn’t sleep until she was sure I was safe. Now, I had no way to warn her, no way to explain what had happened. When I woke up, I was in a dark, cold place. My head ached, and the taste of the liquid was still in my mouth, bitter and sickening. I tried to move, but realized that I was tied to a chair, my hands and feet bound by thick ropes. The light was dim, coming from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, and the air was filled with a musty, damp smell. “Is anyone there?” I shouted, but my voice echoed in the void, unanswered. I stood there, trying to make sense of what had happened. I knew my work had upset powerful people, but I never imagined it would go this far. Sicily was a dangerous place, but I had always believed that words had power, that the truth could prevail. Now, it seemed I had underestimated the lengths they were willing to go to in order to silence someone like me. Time passed slowly, and I had no way of knowing if it was hours or minutes. Every sound made me shiver, every shadow seemed to move. I knew I was not alone, that someone was watching, waiting for the right moment to act. But who? And what did they want from me? When I finally heard footsteps approaching, my heart raced. The door opened, and a man walked in. He was tall, with an impassive face and eyes that seemed to see nothing but an object, not a person. “You’ve caused a lot of trouble,” he said, his voice calm and terrifying. “Now you’re going to pay for it.” I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. He stepped closer, and I felt fear creep up my spine. I knew what was coming wouldn’t be good, but I also knew I couldn’t give up. There were still stories to tell, truths to expose. And as long as I was alive, I would keep fighting for them. But at that moment, all I could do was wait. Wait and try to hold on to the hope that somehow I would find a way out of there. Because deep down, I knew my fiancée wouldn’t give up looking for me. And as long as she was out there, I still had a chance. Those criminals would pay for what they were doing. The man came closer and held my chin firmly, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. His grip was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the fear that surged through my veins. The room was cold, the only light coming from a single bulb dangling from the ceiling, casting harsh shadows across the cinder block walls. The smell of stale cigarettes and fear hung heavy in the air, a potent mix that made it hard to breathe. My heart thundered in my chest, and the ropes bit into my wrists, a painful reminder of my predicament. "You're Carlo, right?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. I nodded, not trusting my voice to betray my fear. "Good, good," he said, his eyes studying me intently. "You've been causing quite a stir with the Cosa Nostra." My heart sank. I had hoped it was just a random mugging, a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But now, the reality of my situation was sinking in. The group Cosa Nostra didn't play games. They had a reason for taking me, and it wasn't going to be pretty. The man's grip on my chin tightened for a moment before he let go. I felt a brief sense of relief, but it was quickly replaced by a new form of terror as he began to untie the ropes that bound me to the chair. My arms and legs remained bound, but suddenly, the chair was no longer part of my prison. He pulled me to my feet, and I stumbled, my legs wobbly from the sudden rush of blood. "I’m Tony Mancini," he said, holding out a hand as if we were at a cocktail party. "And you, my friend, are in a world of trouble." The fear grew colder, wrapping itself around my spine like a serpent. If Tony Mancini was here, it meant the situation was dire. He was notorious for his brutality, a man who didn't just take things; he liked to break them first. He stepped back, allowing me to see him fully. He was tall, with dark hair slicked back from a sharp widow's peak. His eyes were cold, like chips of ice in a winter's grip. I knew that look. It was the look of a man who had seen too much, a man who enjoyed the power he held over others. I tried to speak, to spit out defiance, but all that came out was a muffled sound. "Now, let's talk," he said, his smile never wavering. I took a deep breath and spat at him. "You're all going down," I said, my voice hoarse but steady. "You, your dad, the whole rotten lot of you." Tony's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting in the harsh light. "Is that so?" He stepped closer, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "You know, you're quite handsome when you're angry." My stomach churned. What kind of sick game was he playing? "I'll tell you what," he said, his voice dropping to a murmur. "We'll make a deal." I waited, my heart racing. "You're going to make me very happy," Tony purred, his hand trailing down to my neck, his thumb brushing against the pulse hammering in my throat. "And in return, I might decide to keep you around a little longer." The implication was clear. I felt the bile rise in my throat, but I forced myself to remain calm. I had to think, to find a way out of this. I couldn't let fear control me. "You see, Carlo," Tony continued, "you have something I like. And I have something you need. A way to live." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "But first," he whispered, "you're going to show me how much you want to live." Before I could react, he grabbed my face with both hands and turned it to the side. His gaze was intense, hungry. "You have such a pretty mouth," he said, licking his lips. "It's a shame to waste it on talking." My body went rigid with disgust and fear as Tony's other hand reached down and unzipped his pants. That man was going to rape me.

Piss play was one of the first kinks I got into and have always enjoyed sharing my piss with other guys. After reading some posts in this section, it dawned on me that if I met a piss drinker today, I might freak him out. I have been taking Methylene Blue for a while now and my piss can come out in a variety of abnormal colors; dark blue, light blue, even a green ( blue and yellow = green). The more dehydrated I am, the darker blue my piss is. My question is would you freak if out someone started feeding you piss and it was blue or green? Or would you think piss is piss, and keep doing what you were doing. I can’t really say if it has affected the taste in any way because I don’t currently have a piss play buddy to tell me.

WARNING: SOME VIOLENT CONTENT (2002) i made it to the age of 23 with my virginity intact even though I went to a liberal college famous for its gay activism and cruising. I just couldn't work up the nerve. It bugged me a little because most of my friends had started having sex in high school. It's not like I didn't have a sex drive or was unattractive...I just lacked even the tiniest amount of bravery. Maybe most of you already know that the longer you go without action, the more fantasies and fetishes start blooming in your brain...and the more you beat off. I had accumulated a huge porn collection by the time I graduated and moved out on my own. I decided on my 23rd birthday that I needed to get my cherry popped within a year. I went to a bar in my neighborhood that I figured was gay because of the rainbow flag that hung over the doorway. As luck would have it, it turned out to be the roughest, sleaziest spot in town. The instant I walked in, I knew I didn't belong in this place. The big bear of a bouncer studied my ID for a long time. "Have fun", was all he said after handing it back to me. There were TVs everywhere, showing porn and music videos. Most of the customers were older than me and wore leather stuff. One unhealthy-looking guy sat at the bar wearing nothing but leather bikini shorts. Some of them were handsome and many of them were definitely not. I tried to act like I'd been here a thousand times already but I doubt anybody bought it. The stares were coming from all directions. Dark eyes sizing up the new kid. I saw an open spot at the bar and ordered a beer. I looked at the TV screen above the liquor bottles and wondered what would happen next. There was a guy sitting next to me who was all leathered-up and probably in his 60's. And drunk. The thing was...he was the least threatening man in my vicinity. He was close to passing out...and so I resumed watching an old Madonna video on the screen. My goal was to finish my three dollar beer and leave. Done. Good-bye. I headed for the door and caught the bouncer's eye again. "Not your kind of place, huh? Well at least you didn't have to pay a cover tonight." I felt the need to apologize for some reason. "It's a nice place. I just need to go." "Wait just a minute or two. There was some kind of fight or something in the parking lot and the cops are out there. Cars, flashing lights." I stood there like the scared doofus I was. In my blue Izod shirt, new jeans and loafers. I was so stupid to just saunter in this place. The bouncer hopped up and left me alone...and then soon came back with a fresh beer and a wooden stool for me to sit on. Nice guy. "Thanks. How much longer do you think I need to stay?" He peeked out the window. "They're cuffing somebody. Shit's going down because they've got the K9 unit out. Drugs, probably." We listened as more sirens sang their way to the parking lot. "Holy shit, Does this happen a lot?" "Regularly. You're safe next to me. What's your name?" "Matt. Yours?" "I'm Brian. You're a cutie. Stay here and keep me company." Brian wasn't 'a cutie' exactly. He was in his 30's, very tall, a little fat and had that weird kind f mustache that reminds you of a walrus. He also had bucked teeth. But yet I felt electricity when he looked at me. He had a leather cap which only somewhat disguised that he was losing his hair. We spent the rest of the evening talking about the scene. The scary guys filtered out slowly and then it was closing time. I sat and watched the exit parade. So many of them scowled at me for whatever reason. "Let's go get breakfast," Brian said as he came back. Well, we skipped IHOP and just went to his place. I wanted to. He had a roommate who was always out getting fucked or partying (or both). They used to do it together, but Brian was older, more tired and had specific tastes. He was a "dad looking for a "son". I was agreeing to everything he proposed for us, but the truth is I just wanted sex. I wanted to see him naked at least. And I did. For about an hour. I massaged his back and size 17 bare feet, but then he went to sleep. I slept on the couch for a few hours until sunrise crept into the room. For the next few weeks, we "dated". It was never going to be serious. We weren't what each other wanted. He wanted a "boy". He wanted me to go get leather gear and have my head shaved down to a crew cut. I was okay with being a submissive, but I wasn't cutting my hair or wearing some leather vest or collar out in public. At least he was kinky. He liked to pee on and in me...and had a hatred for condoms. Only problem was that he couldn't get me relaxed enough to take his dick. He once got it almost a third of the way in, and that seemed celebration-worthy. "I didn't cum, but I put some swimmers in there." Brian also wanted to lick my ass, but I never liked the idea of that. It was just too gross. Why would a guy do that to another guy? One night we lied in bad and tried to discuss things. Brian told me about a little device he had that gave out electric shocks. Wha? He was into discipline and control. He had straps and cuffs and gags ready to go. He was older and knew more stuff, but I knew what and what I could not deal with. I was new, but I wouldn't apologize for not being into his scene. "C'mon. Tell me the sickest thing you'd do with another man." His huge dick was hard and standing up. I hesitated. I had some dark fantasies that I'd never say out loud. "Well...." He wanted to hear something, anything that we could share. "I have rape fantasies. I want forced sex. I want to asleep in my bed and have a group of guys break in and fuck me against my will." He laughed. "You're not nearly ready for that. Look how much time and effort it took me to just get partially into your ass. I can make it happen, but you need some preparation beforehand." "How do prepare for a rape?" "Start using a dildo. You need to loosen up that ass of yours first. If you stay tight, the rape won't be sexy for you. It'll feel like somebody breaking your ribs." "Oh." "I've got some here, but they're too big for you to start with. We'll go to 'Treasures' tomorrow and do a little shopping." And so a day later I came home with some little rubber dicks of various sizes and widths. Also some lube. He instructed me to start out with the smallest one and let him know when I got the biggest all the way in. All that week I worked those things into me while watching porn. The last one was the most difficult, but I got it all the way in. And started to enjoy the sensation more and more. When I called Brian to tell him about my progress, he was happy. "That last one is just slightly smaller than my dick! That means I can finally fill you all the way up! I'm saving my load for then. Saturday good?" And it happened. Finally my virginity was officially gone. We fucked regularly for a month, but he was growing bored.He really wanted me to be a true submissive and call him "Dad". He wanted me to wear and collar and have a crew cut. He also wanted to brand me with, like, an actual branding iron. I couldn't make myself love him enough to do all that shit. We drifted apart and the phone calls stopped. I knew the end was coming, but I still missed him. I never went to the bar he worked at, I'd find another place, but I needed some time to grieve, I was convinced I was over it all and ready to be available again that weekend. Saturday probably. On Friday night I got super stoned and listened to Depeche Mode. There was a heavy knock at my door. Shit! Was my music too loud? Did the weed fumes leak out into the hall? I had no clue. "Who is it?" "Security. Can we come in?" Busted. I opened the door slightly and a bunch of large men burst in and I was knocked to the floor. A heavy boot was on my head and then my wrists were tied behind my back with nylon rope. "Gag him, Stan." I could've sworn that was Brian's voice. I almost cried out to him, but there was now a rubber ball in my mouth that was secured with an elastic band around the back of my head. "You sure about this, Brian?" "Oh yeah. He's been wanting this. Carry him to the bed -- it's right through that door." Was this real? I was carried to my bed and plopped down on my back. A big, meaty hand was covering my eyes. "Should I use the blindfold?" "No. Let him see everything so he'll have a nice memory. Get undressed and I'll fuck him first. Danny is last of course." (chuckles) And then I was face to face with Brian. "Christmas came early, Son. No snow, however -- this is a dry Christmas. I wasn't sure what he meant until he plowed his dick into my ass with no lube. My God! It was like having a wad of sandpaper shoved up there. I was unable to scream, but tears formed in the corners of my eyes. He didn't stop. He had his patterns I was familiar with. Fast, fast, slow, still, and then super fast and cum. He rested his heavy body on top of me for a minute and then got up. "You can take the gag out now. I got him nice and lubed for you. I want to hear how much he's enjoying this." A new guy who had acne scars and sort of a mohawk straddled me. He wanted to be sucked. I did. He loved that. I thought he was stiffening his body because he was about to cum, but no, He pissed down my throat. I wanted to pull away, but his knees were locking me into place. And my hands were literally tied. His flow leveled off, and then he started fucking me. He was a little larger than Brian and it wasn't painless, but it wasn't unpleasant either. I liked it when he finally made a final thrust of cum inside me. I was moaning and talking nonsense words of pleasure. "Shit, Brian? Why are you taking a video of this??" "Just in case he flakes out and wants to go to the cops. We have proof that he liked it." Guy # 3 had a huge piercing in the end of his dick. I was glad he didn't want a blowjob because that thing could break a tooth. He just got down to the business of fucking me. I learned then that you really can't feel a metal ring shoved all the way up your rectum. I guess I was all loose and open at that point. I made more groaning noises because I knew Brian wanted to hear them. But really I didn't feel much more than a nice pinch inside. He came and crawled off. How many were there? Was that Danny? Was he the last? "Let him rest a minute and then it's Danny's turn." I looked over at Brian. He was getting all of this on videotape. I looked at the lens and said "These men are innocent. I invited them here to do what you've seen. OK, Brian. You can stop with the camera already." "No way. You're going to want a record of this. Danny has the biggest dick in the city...and it's lethal. He's got some deadly seed in those balls. You gonna get pregnant, Son." 'Danny' sounds like an innocent little kid's name, but the dude hovering over me looked like a chubby Charles Manson after a bender. He let his full weight settle on me before spreading my legs farther apart. He got the head in. "Shit, boy. You're so full of cum and blood. Try to tighten up for me a little. I'll make it worth your while. I got a dirty dick...dirtier than most. You have it in you now. I'm going to plant my poison in you - hope you've got good health insurance." I looked over at Brian. "HIV??" "Among other things", he said while still filming. "We probably all have it. We all fuck the same guys as well as each other. I might have given you some stuff already. Just enjoy Danny now." I tried. He was just so big. Inch after inch kept snaking its way into me. When would it end? He was inhuman. He took the longest to cum. He did and it hit somewhere deep in my organs. "Get dressed, fellas. He's spent. We'll show ourselves out." Brian untied my hands, kissed me on the forehead and left. My sickest fantasy had become a reality. What the hell could be next? I'l keep you posted.

This started off as a true story, then I decided to make it into my own fantasy. I have the rest of the story written and I’ll release it in parts. It gets darker, and darker... and darker. Been trying to slim it down for readability while keeping the sexual tension there. Let me know if you guys like the format. 🙂 Oh and feel free to message me with cock pics for inspiration. 😈

The R's may put up Vance in the next cycle, but he's not bright enough to pull it off. Once the pestilence has left office, I think Vance will be reduced to a minor historical footnote. He has demonstrated absolutely nothing of note, other than taking all that money from a gay billionaire <polite cough> to get elected to the Senate. Trump wouldn't have a Veep that's at all capable of threatening his own position in any way. Only a dullard like Vance - or similar - would be acceptable to Rump.

Its been a while since my last post. On Friday I got a dom black 20x4 to unload again in my ass. First I sucked him deep till he was hard. Then he pounded my ass. It's his third time now. He only wants me blindfolded and in lingerie. I still haven't seen his face hoping he comes back for more. Still Horny and locked in my cage an other top messaged me he wanted to fuck but only with a condom. I agreed it was just a quicky. When he left I Took his condom and put it inside out over my dildo and fucked his load in me. Later cleaned the dildo with My mouth. Chastity makes me a real slut.

Same here…I thought I had good sucking skills until I met this dominant young stud who told me otherwise and guided me on how to better pleasure him, how to lick his cock head like a lollipop, swirling up and down, sucking his balls, licking his taint, deep throating and using my throat muscles to milk him. It was a hot training session. I definitely improved my skills that night

I use my cocksuckers for at least 60 mins after which I feed them a load. I mix the tempo where it goes from a hardcore gag the fag style to a relaxed pace where I stretch my legs out on the couch and watch the hungry fag slurp on my dick to his own pace....but the only time I allow them to use their hands is when they need a "break". If I need a handjob...I can use my own hands..thank you! 😉

The most beautiful thing I've ever done was taste my dad's 8" uncut cock at 13, then filling him turn my hole into his pussy. For the next 5 years dad taught me how to please men.

Author's note: Thank you so much for all the feedback I've received so far. The next part is a little heavier, but it's also a lot hotter. Please leave a comment letting me know how you're enjoying it, because that encourages me to keep going. 03 CARLO Tony pulled out his dick and held it in front of my face, as he made me get on my knees. The smell of his arousal mixed with the stench of the room. "You're going to suck it," he ordered, pushing it towards my mouth. "And if you do a good job, I might just let you keep your teeth." Panic set in as I realized the gravity of my situation. I was knee-deep in the underbelly of the mafia, and my only hope was to play along. I didn't want to do it, but the alternative was unthinkable. I opened my mouth and took him in, my eyes watering from the sheer revulsion. Tony's grip on my head tightened as he began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each movement sent waves of nausea through me, but I focused on breathing through my nose, trying not to gag. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling and pushing, setting a pace that was both agonizing and degrading. “Good boy,” he said. “You suck dick like a pro, I don’t think I’m your first.” My mind raced with thoughts of escape, of the people I'd put in jail, of the lives I'd ruined in my pursuit of justice. Was this the price? Was I going to die here, on my knees, in the dirt? I tried to push the thoughts away, focusing instead on the feel of the cold concrete beneath my knees, the taste of his skin, the roughness of his grip. Anything to keep from breaking down completely. As Tony's breathing grew ragged, I knew the end was near. I braced myself, hoping that once he was finished with this sick game, he'd have no further use for me and let me go. But the fear remained, a cold, hard stone in my stomach, because I knew that with Tony Mancini, there were no guarantees. No matter what happened next, this night was going to change me forever. Suddenly, Tony's movements stopped, and he pulled away, looking at me with a disgusted sneer. I didn't dare to move, the taste of him still in my mouth. He wiped his hand across my lips, smearing the saliva and bile that had pooled there. The humiliation was complete. I had never felt so dirty, so utterly violated. I wanted to vomit, to purge the very thought of this monster from my body. And so, I did. The bile rose in my throat and spilled onto the cold, concrete floor. The room swam around me, the smell of vomit mixing with the stench of the room. I coughed and choked, my eyes watering, my nose burning. Tony took a step back, his expression a mix of amusement and revulsion. He wiped his cock with a handkerchief, tucking it back into his pants with an air of nonchalance. "Stand up," he barked, his voice like a whip crack. I stumbled to my feet, my legs shaking. The ropes that bound my hands made it difficult to balance, and the feeling of his precum on my chin was nauseating. Tony grabbed the ropes and pulled me towards the chair, forcing me to lean over it. "Please," I begged, my voice weak and trembling. "Please, don't do this." But Tony ignored my pleas. With one violent yank, he pulled down my pants, exposing my bare ass to the cold air. I felt his cock brush against me, and I knew what was coming next. The fear grew inside me like a tumor, spreading through every cell in my body. He didn't say a word as he pushed himself into me. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt before, a searing agony that ripped through me like a hot knife. I screamed, but it was muffled by the walls. I felt the chair dig into my stomach as I was held in place, unable to do anything but take his brutal assault. I was never interested in men like that, but now I was getting fucked by one. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, Tony stopped. The pressure was unbearable, and I knew he was fully inside me. He leaned over, pressing the cold metal of a gun against my forehead. "Tell me you love it," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me you want to get fucked by me." My mind reeled. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. But the gun was a stark reminder that resistance was futile. Through gritted teeth, I forced out the words. "I love it," I lied. "I want it deeply." Tony chuckled, a sick, twisted sound that sent a shiver down my spine. He began to thrust again, the gun still pressing against my forehead, a constant threat of what would happen if I didn't play along. I felt my body betray me, my muscles clenching around him despite my mind's screams. My cock was hard as a rock. This was it. This was the price I paid for crossing the Cosa Nostra. And as the pain became a numbness, and the room faded away, I realized that there was no escape, no redemption. I was at the mercy of Tony Mancini, and all I could do was pray for the strength to survive. "Are you at least wearing a condom?", I asked. "Do you feel a condom?", he replied with another question. "I'm going to breed you." My heart stopped. This wasn't just about power or information anymore; it was about something far more twisted. I felt the heat of his body, the slickness of his skin, and knew he was bare. This was real. This was happening. I had to keep my legs from giving out as he began to thrust into me, the mental pain unbearable. Each stroke was like a hammer to my soul, and all I could do was take it. Tony's grip on my hips was ironclad, his breathing growing more ragged with each push. I could feel his cock stretching me, tearing me apart. And with each thrust, the cold reality of my situation sank deeper into me. He was fucking me without a condom. The thought of what that could mean made me want to die right there. But I couldn't. I had to survive this. Minutes passed that felt like hours, the pain a constant reminder of my fate. And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, Tony's grip tightened, and he groaned, his body going tense. He was about to cum. Inside me. Panic set in, and I struggled, trying to pull away, but his hold was too strong. And then, the inevitable. The hot spurt of his seed filled me, and I felt my body convulse around him. The feeling was alien, wrong, and I knew I would never be the same. The moment seemed to last an eternity, his cock pulsing, my body shuddering in pain and disgust. Finally, he pulled out, leaving me to collapse onto the chair. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, running down my thigh, the warm stickiness a stark contrast to the cold floor. Tony stepped back, zipping up his pants with a smug look on his face. "Good boy," he said, and then the words that sealed my fate. "I just found out I have HIV, you are the first person to receive my swimmers. I'm gonna fuck you every day to make sure I make you positive." The room spun. The air grew thick with the weight of his confession. I had just been infected with a death sentence, a parting gift from a monster who had enjoyed every second of my degradation. And the worst part is that hearing the man say that made my cock throb and get even harder. Luckily, he didn't notice. As Tony left the room, locking the door behind him, I was left alone with the echo of his laughter and the sticky evidence of his depravity. I was no longer Carlo the journalist, the fearless seeker of truth. I was a broken shell, used and discarded by a man with no conscience. I was a raped man, with cum running down my legs. Even if I managed to escape, I would never be able to return to my normal life. I would never be able to be with my fiancée again. The tears fell then, hot and fast. I didn't know what was worse, the pain in my ass or the pain in my heart. I had been so sure that my work would make a difference, that I could bring down these animals. But here I was, a mere plaything for Tony Mancini. In the eyes of the powerful people in the mafia, I was just an inflatable doll. I knew then that my life had changed, irrevocably. The fear of HIV was a constant companion, whispering in my ear, reminding me of what had been stolen from me. But amidst the despair, a spark of anger grew. I would not let this be the end of me. I would find a way to get out of that place and bring them all down. I would not let Tony or the Cosa Nostra win. I was Carlo Barbieri after all.

Well I wasn't expecting this story to be so popular so I guess I can give part 2 a shot! Hope you like it as much as the first part. Again sorry for any grammar mistakes 😅. Part 2 As I was getting dressed I felt that there was still cum on me in various spots clinging to my clothes. I can't stand the feeling so I quickly take them back off and decide to take a quick rinse. I set my clothes, gear, and phone in the corner and headed into the shower area. Unfortunately they weren't exactly private. "OH your still here nice!" I jumped thinking I was alone. "I'm just rinsing off and heading out" "Aww that's a shame my buddy just got here and when I told him about you he was pumped to get a turn" "Wait so you fucked me?" "Yeah, you were pretty popular had to wait my turn but damn was it worth it" "Glad you enjoyed yourself, but that wasn't something I had the choice of doing." I explained the situation to him, he seemed shocked and apologized for his part in it. All the while his cock came to life rock hard leaking a bit of precum from the story I told him. "I had no idea, I thought being bound and used was just a kink of yours" "Well it is, but in a controlled environment, I like to have some say" "I wanna make it up to you, I have a pair of cuffs that that you can have. They have a safety latch so you don't have to worry about a key. Whoever is with you can just push that latch and boom your free!" I thought about it a bit, and decided to take him up on his offer and take the cuffs as I left. "Okay let me just throw on my clothes my husband's waiting for me in the car so I'll just grab it and go." "You can put them on in my room, don't want to draw another crowd. Besides I wanna make sure my friend didn't run off with them already" Well hearing that made me nervous and to afraid to attract another crowd I listened, grabbed my clothes and phone and followed him thru a maze of rooms. "Here we are" He unlocked the door to let us in and I was surprised at how big the room was. I thought there was only small ones. More surprisingly tho the room had about 8-10 people fucking a bottom, he was surprisingly quite for the fucking he was receiving. "This our replacement bottom for the party?" A big burly bear type was steering at me strocking his big pierced cock. "No he just came for a little gift, he's tho one I was telling you about that was bound in the swing" "Fucking hot man, sure you don't want to have another go?" I told him I was fine that I needed to get back to the hubby, just wanted to take the cuffs and go. I couldn't stop looking at the fucking happening before me "Ahh well the cuffs are in one of those bags, here have a drink relax a little while he grabs it" He got up and handed me a bottle of gateraid. I contemplated it and figured I was extremely parched. So I walked over grabbed the bottle and chugged it down. I was alot more thirsty than I thought. He was grinning at me as I sat on the bed, I felt a bit light headed. "I need to get dressed my husband's waiting for me" "You sure I could really use a hole to shove this in" He was rubbing my thigh while stroking his cock. His hand started exploring my body working it's way to my hole. He started rubbing the entrance to my hole telling me how wet it is. I tried to push his hand away but he was to strong ans my energy was leaving me, what's going on? "Here let's lay you down and get you more comfortable, I'll just lay your things over here" He grabbed my clothes ans phone setting them next to the bed. Guys were starting to gather around me. "Found the cuffs, and the spreader bar!" The original guy came back over. "OH you change your mind?" I tried to tell him no but could only let out a mumble. "He took the whole bottle of G, so looks like we found our replacement bottom after all" I felt the bed shift as the husky man got between my legs. "Night night baby, well take good care of you" I heard the door open and a few more people walk in before I passed out. They grabbed the other drugged up bottom, and i later found out that they just layed him ass up in the dark rooms. They wasted no time getting me flipped over so I was face down ass up. They cuffed my hands behind my back, bound my legs in a spreader bar and propped my ass up with pillows. When they propped my ass up it let some cum and the end of a condom pop out. "OH hell yeah this ass is loaded and ready, go spread the word. Let everyone know we have ourselves a community cumdump" The burly guy lined his dick to my hole but before he could push in my phone started ringing. He looked over and saw it was my husband. He grabbed my phone ignored the call, then called him back with facetime. "Hey baby whats taking so long. Wait wtf is this" "Your boys a bit busy right now, he's taking a little nap, but me and the guys are gonna keep him company." "Hey you fuck leave him alone" He just ignored my husband's demands aimed the camera at my hole. He started scooping up the cum leaking from my ass with his PA before catching it on the condom sticking out. Then started pushing into my hole slowly. "Fuck this boy has a nice hole." "Please stop!" He ignored him again and just started Jack hammering my hole. You could see the loads trying to escape as he fucked me hard and deep. "Fuck here's another load for you boy!" He breed me deep slamming hard a few time to push it in as far as he could. My husband was quietly sobbing as he watched. "Tell you what, if you can cum before the next gut breeds him, well stop. If not. . ." He was grabbing a tripod and propping the phone so all you could see was a first person view of my ass getting fucked. The hubby could see the next guy lining up to fuck me. "So if you cum before my buddy here we'll stop, if not we give any ans everyone access to this hole. I want to see you jack it and shoot that load." He turned on the screen record function after saying that. "Okay please let him go after this." "Well you better hurry he's already picking up speed" My hubby angles his phone and pulled out his dick, jacking furiously, watching my hole get used and getting more and more turned on "Fuck take this load bitch!" "Damn looks like you couldn't cum in time, but you gave it a good shot so I'll give you another chance" "Thank you, I'm so close" The next guy was already entering my hole he was big. The camera didn't show it but he also had a biohazard tatt about his dick "Alright final chance" They were racing, my top fucking my ass like he was trying to break it. My hubby vigorously stroking trying to cum before my top breed me "Fuck here it cums, fuck ahhhhhhh. Take that dirty cum bitch" With that my husband shot his load all over himself. Shooting one of his biggest loads. "Damn that was a nice load boy but . . ." My top pulled out and you could see a stream of cum pouring from my hole "You were a little to late" The next guy was already fucking me. "But you gave me one hell of a show, tell you what, come back inside. If you can find us another bottom he's all yours. Ill keep the call going to help you on your hunt bjt the conversation ends here. I have a hole to breed" With that my husband had no choice he started to wipe the cum off of himself and found himself getting turned on again seeing the husky guy line up with my hole before plunging balls deep. Possible part 3 coming depending on how you guys like this

You know that there’s the faucet gay ws party the first Sunday of every month (today) in Brooklyn - you should head there

I'm moderately hairy all over, and like it that way (as well as in my partners - @Tanbbottom, I'd probably find you super hot in your natively hirsute state). I've had crabs about half a dozen times, including at least once where I didn't actually have sexual contact (yes, you can catch these from a toilet seat). They are very easy to catch, but fortunately fairly easy to get rid of as well. I got prescription pyrethrins a few times, but they're also available over the counter, and in fact flea shampoo for dogs and cats is the same stuff exactly and works perfectly well (or does for me anyway). Make sure you leave it on a full 5-10 minutes! I find it's important to remove the nits (my fingernails seem to work better than a comb) and any lice that I can, as sometimes the insecticide only stuns them. Physically removing them is guaranteed. I used to have to treat twice on occasion, but since I started using this approach, I've not had any relapses. On a related topic, scabies are ever so much nastier than crabs... they can affect you all over even if you're not that hairy, they itch like fury, and they are substantially harder to get rid of (read: coat your body with insecticidal lotion and leave it on for 8 hours, twice). Please, if you ever cross paths with them, exterminate them with extreme prejudice!!!

Karel, my bad but best friend Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real existing persons are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental damage, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English / American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 1: Introduction and: My best friend meets my younger brother Hello guys, my name is Chris, I'm 22 years old and I'm from Berlin. What is the best way to describe me? Slim with decent muscles (six pack) 1.75 meters tall, 62kg light, blond hair on my head, otherwise hairless. With what I have in my pants, I also do not need to hide, at least no woman has complained yet. Now we come to the far more difficult part, I still have to describe my brother and my best friend... ...until now I never really paid attention to it. Well my little brother's name is Sven, he turned a fresh 18, is like me blond and hairless (must run in the family). He is a little taller than me at 1.82 meters, but only weighs 58kg. That what he has less weight, however, he has more in his pants. My best friend is Karel, he is originally from Prague but has been living in Berlin with his parents for 15 years, he has brown hair and blue piercing eyes, he always shaves off his body hair. I met him 10 years ago when he came to my class. We became friends, did a lot of things together, and realized that our birthday was on the same day - Crazy, right? Karel and I graduated from high school together, and both studied architecture. At 18, Karel started going to McFit to work out. He tried to persuade me over and over again to come along, saying it couldn't hurt me to get some muscles. Well, a year ago he did it, I now also train my body, not as extreme as him, but at least a little bit. Of course, it was not left out that we stood together in the shower, and I could see what dangles there with him. I became envious of the sheer size of his cock. That must be erect at least 22cm, and really thick. He had also gotten a few tattoos over the years, with 18 a black tribial on the left arm with a red central logo, with 19 a green scorpion with red blood drops was added to the right groin, with 20 then the next tattoo, a revolver on the left groin. But the scorpion has surprised me the most so far, because we are both from the zodiac sign Aquarius. But I digress. I wanted to tell how it came about that Karel met my brother. It was the Friday after the birthday of Sven, I assumed that he would once again at some party with friends or in some Berlin club his mischief, as often on the weekend. Our parents (I could rely on them) were in Zurich for the weekend as usual, so we could study in peace. I thought. I want to digress from the topic for a moment, and describe my parents' house. The house has two floors plus a basement. On the first floor there is the spacious eat-in kitchen, the guest toilet right next to the entrance, my parents' bedroom with dressing room and private bathroom, my teenager's room with private bathroom, our father's study, and our mother's study, which was originally Sven's room. This room also has its own bathroom. But Sven preferred to move to the attic because the guest rooms up there were more spacious than his old room. That was on his 16th birthday. We actually have 6 guest rooms, now one is dropped. But that doesn't matter at all, since we rarely have a guest. The guest rooms have one special feature, always two rooms share a bathroom. So, enough about the living situation, let's get back to the actual topic. I had given Karel the room next to my brother, as always when he stayed with me. Sven was never there, until now. We didn't even notice my brother when we brought Karel's clothes upstairs, because Sven was completely too stoned in his bed, and didn't move. Karel and I had made ourselves comfortable in the kitchen to study, drank the one or other beer, when we were overcome by tiredness at about 11 pm. Karel went upstairs and I went to my room. I just managed to undress and fell asleep in my bed. What happened that night I know only from stories. When Karel arrived upstairs in his guest room, he also undressed, then entered the bathroom to take a shower. While Karel was showering, Sven woke up with a full bladder, so he got up and staggered into the bathroom to piss. I'm afraid I have to interject again to say something to my brother. Sven always sleeps naked, when he wakes up at night to piss, or to satisfy his hunger in the living room kitchen, he just also goes naked through the house, this is completely normal for him. Now back to the bathroom: After Sven had finished pissing, he turned around and caught sight of Karel, while Karel was already eyeing him as he came in. Sven faced Karel with his mouth open, started drooling, and his penis started growing as well. Karel started to smile wickedly. What happened after that? Will come in the sequel.

I am just your average guy. 50 y/o and 5’7” tall. Average build with naturally smooth body. Total bottom in the sack. I live in Melbourne Australia. For so long I believed in the monogamous type of relationship and the white picket fence, but over the past few years, having not even been able to get a boyfriend, that all changed. I would take anything I could get. My desires slowly morphed over the years. First, maybe a boyfriend and an open relationship. Then, a boyfriend who liked sharing his bottom I love hairy guys and guys with facial hair amongst other attributes. Then I started desiring more. I started fantasizing about bi and married guys. Especially guys I knew had fathered kids., The thought of knowing that if it was possible, he could get me pregnant. Knowing his seed could knock me up. In time that transitioned into poz guys since they had something they could share and knock me up in their own special way. I had been chatting to a guy that really hit all my buttons in London. He was so hot to me with hairy chest, sweet eyes and short beard, and had that charm of being quite romantic in his words, yet kinky and wild in his thoughts and likes. He was a top/vers guy which I liked. That turned me on so much. I work as a project manager in the health industry and to my surprise an opportunity came up within my department to go to London for a job for 6 months. Apart from the opportunity professionally, it was a possibility to meet the man I had been chatting too online. But also have the safeguard of if it didn’t work out or his was a sham, I was there for other reasons. I told the guy about this in our chats (let’s call him Dave) and Dave seemed keen. Dave was saying I could stay with him, but I didn’t want to take the risk it didn’t work out and I was stuck in a difficult situation or worse, out on the street. Besides, work was paying for my accommodation. But Dave was happy to help me find a place within walking distance of his place. That was perfect. Soon enough I was on the flight and Dave was going to meet me at the airport and take me to my place. Again, I was prepared to get off the flight to find it was all a rouse. Regardless, I was rock hard leaking cum the entire flight lol. It’s middle of the day on Friday and after clearing customs and getting my bags, I came out and to my surprise there was Dave waiting for me. He was sexier than his pics had shown, and I was quite surprised. A smile came across his face as he walked up to me and right there in front of everyone, he kisses me like a long-lost lover. What a welcome! He took one of my bags for me and grabbed my other hand as he led me out of the terminal to his car. After putting the bags in the back of the car he grabbed me and pushed me against the car and kissed me for a few minutes without stopping and I could feel his crotch harden along with mine. As he breaks the kiss, he just looks me in the eyes and says, “welcome babe”. It takes about half an hour to drive to my apartment. The whole drive we rest our hands on out rock-hard crotches, kissing at every red light. When we get to my apartment, he helps with the bags and after getting the keys organized, we are in my new apartment for the next 6 months. Dave starts kissing me again and then asks, “which bag has the essentials? Get cleaned out because I don’t know how long I will last. I haven’t cum in almost a week waiting for you”. I quickly get my travel douche out and race to the bathroom to make sure I am pristine for my new man. I come out of the bathroom into the kitchen and before I can even suggest anything, David is all over me kissing me again. Soon enough he stops and says, “fuck, I can’t hold out any longer.” And he turns me around, pulls the back of my pants down to reveal my jock strap. Unzips his pants and I feel his 7” cock pop out and hit my arse cheek. Without a second of waiting he spits on his hand, lubes his cock and slides right in raw and balls deep. Just the way I like it. “It won’t take long – sorry” is all he says before I hear him start to grunt and groan and I feel the tell-tale sensation of my arse being filled with what must be one of the biggest loads I have ever taken. Dave starts to kiss the back of my neck but stays hard and inside me. Slowly starting to fuck again, he says, “told you I’d been holding out for you. Already got another on the way.” And he proceeds to then passionately fuck me for another ten minutes before dropping another huge load in me. He then pops out and I feel a couple of globs of his seed drip down my inner thighs as he does. Without the time to even pull my pants up he turns me around and just starts kissing me again for an easy 5 minutes straight. I hadn’t even made it to the bedroom (let alone seen it) but I didn’t care. This was the welcome any bottom dreams of. We finally take a breath and David says, “I just had to be the first seed in you. The first of many I have planned for my man”. I start unpacking and Dave stays the rest of the day helping me. Stopping every now and then to text someone and kiss and cuddle in between. To say there was a connection would be an understatement. If I was to be honest, it was love at first load for me. We finally order pizza for dinner and Dave leans in and kisses me after and slides his hands down the back of my pants and starts to finger my hole. “You still wet and primed babe? Cause I got a special delivery coming over for my man to make sure he gets everything he wanted from this trip”. As he fingers me, I feel some cum leak out and I guess that answered his question. “Good, now get those pants off, go into the bedroom and get on the bed on all fours in just your jock strap. I have a few close friends coming over I promised could give you a few extra welcome deposits. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole-time babe. They will be here any minute”. I love he calls me babe. “Do you trust your man?” and I respond “absolutely”. “The go in and put a blind fold on. These are good mates of mine and they like anonymous. I will look after you.” I am so turned on I do exactly as Dave says and within minutes of getting into the bedroom and in position, I hear the buzzer and Dave telling someone to come up. A few minutes later I hear Dave talking to 2-3 other men. I can’t tell how many to be precise, but it is definitely two others. They all come into the room, and I hear them undressing and then I feel Dave’s face slide under mine, and he says, “this is for us both babe” and he is kissing me upside down now. I am assuming from what I feel that I am on all fours with my arse over one side of the bed and Dave is on his back with his face under mine and his legs over the other edge of the bed. Dave then says to the guys “give it your best shot boys”. And no sooner is he saying that than I am feeling a thick mushroom head at my hole. In one push his cock is balls deep in me. It must be a good 8” and he just stays there to let me adjust for a few seconds before pulling all the way out again. I feel some of Dave's seed escape as he does and he laughs out loud and says, “mate your still in there”. Dave chuckles under my face and kisses me and says, “yeah babe. That’s all me for now, but not for long”. I feel Dave's head moving slightly and realize that the other guy is doing the same to Dave. The guys are both fucking each of us for around ten minutes. The whole time Dave is kissing me and telling me how much this is meant to be. I hear the guy in me say, “you close? I’m close man” and the other guy says, “yeah man, let’s do it” and I feel my guy speed up and then the tell-tale sound of them both grunting and groaning as we both get flooded by their seed. The guy that just flooded my hole then says, “stay there boys. Give us 5 mins and we will switch. Need to share and make sure each of you get both our kids in you”. I feel Daves hands on the sides of my face as he passionately kisses me and keeps saying, “this is for both of us. I want you to have everything you desire”. It is not long before the guys have swapped positions, and our holes are again being fucked. The second time is a little longer, but sure enough in no time the tell-tale grunts and groans as they are both flooding us with their seed. After the second load, one guy says, “good, text us Dave as we discussed”. Within minutes I hear the door to the apartment close and Dave gets out from under me, and I take the blindfold off. Dave then gets in next to me and asks, “how was that for a welcome to London?”. I am literally in heaven at this point. I am in bed with a sexy man, full of his seed and a few others. I respond, “perfection. It’s Friday night. I hope you are staying”. “Of course, babe, all weekend if you let me”. We kiss and lay there making out for about an hour. Dave gets up and gets us both a drink and I follow him into the kitchen. “It was so hot you are doing this for both of us” I say. Dave kisses me again and then hugs me holding me close saying, “I did this for you and me, and you should know by this how much I want you”. “Tell all” I say as I gaze into his beautiful eyes. “Well, I have known them both for quite some time. About 12 months ago they both tested poz from a dirty anonymous gang bang weekend away. With everything you and I chatted about online, I knew I wanted to share something special with you. So, I asked them if they had started meds yet and both had no and had high viral loads. I told them you were coming and asked if they would consider sharing their poz babies with us both, so we could get poz together. But also know we had the same poz babies in us. That’s why I needed them to both seed us each.” I was shocked. But in a good way. “You did this for us?”. “Yep, you and me babe. I wanted us to take this journey together. I hope you are ok with this. Based on your messages and chats, this is what you wanted. I thought I could give you this and a boyfriend.” I lean in and kiss him like I have never kissed someone before. I look him in the eyes and respond, “if it takes babe, maybe even husband”. To be continued.

I was wondering how you were able to keep that progressive streak under control. Good on you. I got rid of X as soon as (F)elon took over.

Interesting start

As others have echoed, I suck dick as instructed. No hands? Yes, Sir. Use my hands? Of course, Sir. It’s all about his cock and making him cum.

That is ONE issue🤔!!! There are people who are not happy with such practicalities. Those believe EVERY church should be forced to accept gay marriage. Like all radical groups simple solutions are not acceptable.

I wish the sex part had more details, but it's a nice story

Went and visited a pilot at the airport, got my ass spanked bright read, choked out and throat fucked some, and ended with two charged loads and a bladder full of his piss plugged in my hole for the drive home.

Trump is no Dom.....but he is a bully for sure! As Bonnie Tyler sang, "I'm holding out for a hero"!

of course. same. but what is "gross" about cut is not the actual cock, but the fact that a developed nation would promote institutionalized genital mutilation. unless it's medically necessitated or cosmetically wanted, why are babies being altered against their will?

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

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It should begin when the boy realizes that he needs to be penetrated. It's the most basic and important life skill for a homosexual. He should learn how to beg other boys for the privilege of having his mouth used as a substitute for a vagina.

Part 4 After only a few thrust Steven asked me to fuck him harder and I wasn't one to disappoint. I fucked his brains out and before the session was over he took three charged loads from my balls. Over his spring break I kept Steven high and taking my dick the days at a time letting him ready/sleep enough to keep him wanting Tina in his vein and my cock in his hole. I have him the weekend before he had to go back to school to recover hoping that the lack of sleep along with my fucking him and the drugs (mixed with some of my poz blood) would have him coming down with the fuck flu quickly. Monday after school Steven was asking for stone Tina which I denied him until he earned it when my DNA took hold inside him. He definitely got my dick thrusted drop inside his hole wheeled he got home, after dinner and before bed planting three toxic loads inside him. The next morning I have him a quick fuck I the shower before he heard off to school. Steven commented that he wasn't feeling all that great when I first joined him in the shower. I pushed him against the wall of the shower and rammed inside him ignoring what he said. I made him head off to school knowing that he'd be coming hole sicker then a dog. I was waiting when he walked through the door wanting nothing more then to climb bed. I told him to get naked an climb into my bed and that if get him 'something' that would make him feel better. I was in my bathroom as I watched Steven in the mirror strip down and get under the blanket on my bed. I came into my bedroom with what I needed to administer a small slam. Steven didn't have the strength to fight me as I quickly gave him the small slam (well, small compared to what I had been giving him during his spring break). After his small cough I stepped out of my basketball shorts and slipped in next to him in my bed. We comfortably snuggled up with each other as we began to kiss more like lovers the I was giving him during his during spring break. Soon enough Steven was getting my cock hard and wanting to be fucked. I made love to him know my DNA had taken a hold inside his blood. The cumming weekend we would find out for sure. Steven and I fucked every day he was home sick. He was able to return to school on Thursday. Friday after he got back to my place after school I told him to get out of his school clothes and put on some mesh basketball shorts and a t-shirt, no unaware, no socks instructing him to slip on an old pair if tennis shoes I had for him to use. I knew what Travis liked his boys to wear. The dive over to Travis' place was a quiet 5 minutes. When we arrived I saw a familiar face already waiting. A lab tech friend who Travis used to check when we had a convert. The lab tech administer a rapid HIV test and then drew sine blood for a confirmation test. After the tube was in hand he checked the rapid test. He didn't need to say a word, we could see the results in his eyes. Travis had us follow him into his bedroom. He had a loaded pipe and point waiting. Travis quickly dropped his basketball shorts, climbed onto his bed on his knees, then back on his heels. His hard 9" cock pointed out. Travis held the pipe out and asked Steven if he wanted a smoke. Steven shook his head yes to which Travis replied the if he wanted a smoke he needed to get his ass into his 9". Steven quickly kicked of his shoes, shucked off his shirt and stepped out of his basketball shorts and worked his ass onto Travis' cock. Once he was sliding down the shaft he was handed the pipe and the torch was lit allowing him to get a good long full of smoke. After he blew a big cloud he was inducted to take a second then a third. As Steven took his his from the pipe Travis prepped Steven for one of his 'special' slams. Travis was known for his double slam technique. He used two tourniquets, one high on the upper arm and a second one just below the elbow. He then would slip a point between the two tourniquets and the second one in the forearm. I got naked and climbed on the bed behind Steven knowing that after this he'd want to lay back and I knew Travis would want to make sure the my bro stayed firmly on his cock. Both tourniquets were in placed and I took the pipe from Steven. Travis slipped both points into Steven's veins easily and emptied the one in the forearm fist followed by the point in his arm between the two tourniquets. Travis pulled the tourniquet on the upper arm first followed by the one on his firearm. Steven began to cough with the removal of the fist tourniquet and coughed harder when the second tourniquet was removed. As predicted Steven fell back and I eased him down to the bed. I knew Travis was ready to blow his load after the way (I'm sure) Steven's ass spasmed with each cough. Steve eagerly began to suck my cock as Travis seeded his poz ass. I watched Travis use Steven as a cum dump as I smoked away on the pipe. As the sun was starting to peak through the blinds I knew Travis was just about done using Steven's hole and it was time for me to get style of his cock for myself. We helped Steven up from the bed and has him take a long, relaxing shower as I was prepped for a double slam. I laid on my back as I helped Travis apply the tourniquets and administer the slams. This was the most I had slammed in months. Travis still had some 'juice' left in him as he gave me a fucking I surely needed. When Steve came back to the bedroom after his shower I motioned him over Ryu me so I could suck his cock. By might fall Travis had given both Steven and I a good fucking.