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I needed some random cock so I went to the Vault last Sunday. I got down by one of the glory holes and was presented with the first cock - I sucked on it for about 5 minutes but he withdrew without cumming. It was immediately replaced with another smaller cock. I took him deep and massaged his balls while I sucked him. Again he withdrew without cumming. Next I was presented with the most handsome cock - a thick uncut heavily veined shaft. The smell of his sweaty balls was intoxicating. I took him deep and sucked hard, giving him long deep strokes and teasing his helmet with my tongue. I wanted his load so I was determined to make him shoot. Finally I felt his balls tense and he shot a torrent of sperm into my mouth and down my throat. Fukkin beatiful thick load. After swallowing his load I hung around one of the play rooms. I wore a jockstrap so the men would know my arse was available to fuck. I felt a hand on my back as he pushed me forward and bent me over one of the barrels. He felt for my hole and without warning he forced his cock up my arse. He fucked me for about 10 minutes and shot his load. I felt it in my hole and running down my legs. He pulled out and left. As I was standing up I felt another hand on my shoulder and a voice said “get back down” I felt another thicker cock going up my sloppy hole. As he held my arms down while he fucked me I could see he was a black guy. That got me so fukkin horny cuz it’s been years since I was fucked by black dude. He fucked his load into me and it poured out my hole and down my legs. He pulled out and walked away. I got dressed and left. All the way home I felt the 2 loads soaking my jocks and the taste of the third load in my mouth.

Hi, I’m Sam. I’m 18 years old, 5 ‘ 9 “, black hair, green eyes, with a light brown tan complexion. I’m half Caucasian on my mom’s side and half Mexican on my dad’s side. Everyone says I look exactly like my mom due to our perfectly perky asses. My mom gets cat calls all the time and I even get some when men see me from behind. I just had the best night of my life. I didn’t just lose my virginity. It was taken. And I loved it. It all started when I came home about 4 hours ago. It was 11pm and I was coming home from a friend’s house. I say friend but he’s more like a special friend. We are exploring our sexuality together. I think I might be gay and he’s a straight guy really horny all the time. So he lets me practice blow jobs on him. But that was all before I got home. I walked in the house and it was dimly lit. My mom was out of town on a trip with my aunt and I was supposed to stay over at my friend’s but that didn’t work out. My dad was obviously not expecting me or anyone for that matter. He was sprawled out on the couch on a nod. He had his setup on the coffee table with all his drugs and pipes. Straight porn playing on the television. I knew he partied because he sold favors on the side for extra money. But he usually only used with my mom. It was odd that he was using alone. On the table I could see a packed baggie full of tina, a few pipes, lighters, and some foil with H melted on it. I could see a black bag open that had a few clean needles in it and balloons of product. He had some foil on the couch beside him and a lighter in his hand. He was on a good nod. He would probably be out for a while. I looked him up and down. He was shirtless, showing off his brown skin and tattoos across his chest. Damn he has great pecks, and his arms. Oh his biceps get me going every time I stare at them. My eyes lowered and noticed that he was only wearing boxers. The thin flimsy ones that have the gap that never quite closes all the way. They were nothing like my quality boxers that come with a button to close up. Oh my god… I can see his dick through the gap. My mouth starts to water. I was not able to get any quality time with my friend tonight and my hormones are raging. I wonder how good of a nod is he on. I whisper, Dad, you awake? Nothing. No response. I say it a little louder. Dad, you awake? Nothing still. I reach down and touch his arm. No response. I get braver. I touch his chest. No response. I put my whole hand on his peck muscle. No response. Dare I keep going? I look down at his boxer gap again. My mouth waters some more. I know I need some courage. I look down at the table and look at the pipe. I say to myself, I don’t think he will notice some of his stuff is gone. I open the bag of tina and fill a pipe. Flick. I melt the bowl and take my first hit. First of the night. Luckily my older brother taught me how to properly take a hit for my birthday. I blow out a small cloud. I look at the pip squeak cloud and know I can do better. I take another hit. This time breathing in longer and holding it. I release and clouds all around me. That’s more like it. I look down at my dad again. I touch his shoulder and wait. No response. I push the coffee table further away from my dad so there is room in front of him. I get down on my knees in front of him. I take a hit and lower my head to his crotch. I blow a cloud into the boxer gap. The smoke clears and I get brave. I reach into the gap with my fingers and lightly touch his dick. It’s so warm to the touch. I grab it and pull the 3 inch meat out of the gap. It looks just like mine except darker brown. I pull away and look across at my dad again. I tell myself I should stop. I should just go to my room and jerk off. That’s the safe thing to do. I think about it for a moment. I listen to my dad’s breathing and then listen to the background porn behind me. I turn around and see a Latina woman sucking a big brown dick. My mouth waters some more. I turn back toward my dad and think. What can I get away with? What is not going to send me straight to hell. My mind is going a million miles a minute. I turn toward the table and refill the pipe. I melt it down, take a few hits and finish half the bowl. Again I reach out with my hand and touch my dad’s chest. Nothing. No response. My hormones override my good judgement. I’m committed now. I take a huge hit and bend forward to blow it out on my dad’s uncut dick. I stick my tongue out and lick his tip. I pull up and take another hit and hold it. I put down the pipe and open my mouth and use my tongue to lift the tip in my mouth. The smoke empties from my mouth as it is replaced by dick. I love this feeling of having a dick in my mouth. As I bob on the small dick, I can feel it start to thicken. I bob and bob and release it from my mouth. I lick the underside of his dick as it’s filling out. I tongue his balls. Circle round left ball, circle round right ball. I return to his filled out dick. I pull back and admire my hard work. His dick is sticking straight out toward me. All 8.5 inches of uncut meat is staring me down. His foreskin is all pulled back now and his mushroom head is just slightly thicker than his shaft. I grab it with my hand and can’t get my hand around the thickness. I look up at his face. Still out on his nod. Perfect! I go down and throat his big dick. I take it half way. I try to relax and adjust my breathing. I lower another inch. I stabilize myself by putting my hands on my dad’s thighs. I bob up and down and still only get down about 5 inches in my throat. I grab his balls in earnest trying to shock him further down my throat. That’s when I feel it. I feel a hand on top of my head. I hear my dad moan. I lean back slightly so my eyes look upward at my dad. His mouth is open moaning but his eyes are still shut. I start to panic. I try to pull up off his dick but a second hand comes down on my head. He is pushing me down. I get as far as I can down. Then I hear it. My dad mumbles -oh fuck yeah. Take this big cock. He pushes my head down with force. He was not stopping until I gave in. I panic and try to take a breath in. That is all the leeway he needs. He shoves down and I couch as I bottom out on his dick. My mouth is on his pubes. My chin on his balls. He mumbles again – that’s right, I know you could take it you dirty whore. “Oh WHAT THE FUCK?!” He release his grip on my head and I jerk my head up and his dick slips out of my mouth. I stumble back a bit and try to get back on my feet. My dad yells –“STAY WHERE YOUR AT. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” He looks around and takes in the scene. Me on my hands and knees. The drugs out and pipe obviously used. He stands up with his dick sticking outward, hard as can be. He stairs down at me and takes a moment to think. He speaks –“I always knew you were a faggot but this is low even for that. My baby boy caught sucking me off like a 2 dollar whore. I see you have been smoking up my shit. A thieving whore too. I start to cry – I’m sorry dad. I just got high and couldn’t help myself. He responds – “oh stop that crying shit. It’s not time for that, you hear me boy! You obviously think you’re a man now. Doing adult shit. Gonna have to deal with this like a fucking man. You want to smoke like a man, fine then. He reaches down for the pipe and goes to the coffee table and refills it with a fat bowl. He hands it to me and says “smoke up. Finish the whole bowl” I start taking hit after hit, trying to finish the bowl quickly. He is busy at the table fixing something up. It’s just out of sight. He turns around and faces me and I can finally see what he was preparing. He wraps his arm and ties off. He made a point for himself and injects. A small coughing fit but he handles it like a pro. His dick that had started to soften returned to its full glory. I tell him I’m done with the bowl and he puts it down on the table. He orders me –“now you gone and woke the beast you stupid faggot.” He drops his boxers and kicks them aside. He points at his thick dick and says “get back to work you 2 dollar whore”. I’m in shock. Did he just tell me to suck him off again? I slowly move my legs and approach him slowly. “I said now faggot” he says down to me. As I get close to his cock with my mouth. He bends down a bit and as I open my mouth to take him back in, he slaps me with his right hand. “When I tell you to do something. Fucking do it. Now get back to work” I immediately get back to slobbering on his thick tool. He moans “that’s right, take it all in”. he places both hands on my head again and I’m forced to take all 8.5 inches in my throat. He proceeds to fuck my mouth and slams the back of my throat over and over and over again. I’m crying again. He looks down and says “yeah, now is the time for the tears”. He spits right in my face. He takes one of his hands and rubs the spit all over my cheek. It is all I can do to keep my teeth at bay as my jaw hurts but I dare not close down on it. He pushes me off of him and I’m thrown on my ass. He orders me to strip and he turns back to the table. I throw off my shirt and pants. I’m afraid to take my boxers off because of the obvious hard on I have. As if reading my mind, he yells out –“don’t make me repeat myself”. I drop my boxers and my 7 inch dick springs up. It stretches straight out just like my dad’s. I’m almost as thick as him but I can get my hand around the thickness, just barely. He turns around holding a tourniquet. He orders me around –“so you think with your dick like a man? Well, you take a man’s consequence. You pay off what you stole from me like a good faggot does, with his ass. But first, I’m gonna hit you like a man. Sit on the couch and reach out your arm.” I am scared shitless. I plead with him, I've never done that before. I already feel higher than I’ve ever felt. I’ve never even though of shooting up. But he said it wasn’t a request. I’ve never seen my dad like this. If I don’t obey, he will kick my ass. I better obey. I stretch out my arm and he ties me off. I close my eyes and feel a prick on my arm. He says “time to pay up, you thieving faggot”. He unties my arm and raises the arm. I immediately go into a coughing fit. I try to catch my breath. I feel a warmth envelop me and my hole starts to tingle. I know now why people shoot up. This feeling is amazing and all I can think of is DICK. He laughs and says “good, looks like you like it alright.” He spins me over and I'm on the couch face forward and I'm bent over with my ass out. My dad gets behind me and spits on his fingers and shoves 2 fingers in my virgin hole. I yelp. It hurts but in a good way. I plead please go slow, I'm a virgin. He laughs and says "so what. Gonna get fucked sometime." He pulls his fingers out and spits on my hole twice. He shoves in 3 fingers. I yelp again. I know he is trying to loosen me up and not trying to but he is rubbing my magic button every time he pushes his fingers in and I’m loving it. He pulls out his fingers and grabs a needleless syringe and inserts up my hole. He pushes its contents out. Tina lube is starting off a burning in my hole. He spouts “there, that’s the only kindness you will get tonight because I can’t wait. He lines up his thick dick with my hole and pushes forward. It’s a struggle to get in because of the girth but he does not stop until the head is fully in my hole. He holds there a second. I push out instinctively and feel the lube spreading in me. I unclench and he slams his entire length into me. I’m struck with pain. Pain and pleasure. It’s hard to explain but I winced and moaned. He slaps my ass **slap** first on the left side and then the right. **slap**. I clinch down and feel his dick throb in me. He bends down close to my ear and says “you better open up quick faggot, I’m impatient”. He pulls almost entirely out, leaving only the tip inside. Then slam! All 8.5 inches inside. He long dicks me non stop for what feels like hours. When he finally pulls out, there is a popping sound of this head slurping out. I ask did you cum in me? He laughs and says “you haven’t earned that yet. I’m just getting a water. You get over to my bed room and get on your back. I’ll be in there in a minute. I walk back to the master bedroom and I can barely walk. I was a virgin. Was, I was a virgin. My hole was tingling nonstop and only wanted to be stretched by dick some more. I hobbled over to the bed and laid on my back as ordered. He came back to the room with a water bottle. He drank half and threw the half bottle on the bed. I didn’t bother reaching for it. It wasn’t for me. I knew that. He holds up my ankles with one hand and shoves his 3 fingers into my hole some more. I feel them stretch apart. That’s when I feel the burn. I’m familiar with that burn now. I know it will only intensify my need for dick. For my dad’s dick. Fingers out and dick pushed back in. He slams the fullness of him inside of me. I felt him hit my button again. I notice my dick for the first time since the fucking started. I’m soft as can be but leaking precum. The foreskin is pulled back just enough for the head to be visible leaking the clear liquid. He starts pounding my hole again like before. He lets my ankles go and my legs fall on his shoulders. I can feel his chest on my legs with every thrust. god I’m loving it. I push back into him. He grips my hip and drills my hole like the pro that he was. I tried to jerk off but he slapped my hand away. I’m not allowed to do that evidently. He keeps assaulting my hole. I can feel my hole being forced open as he twists to fuck me at different angles. He pulls out and tells me –“fucking bitch, get into doggie position. I wanna see that ass in front of me. Just like fucking your mom in her ass. She loves that shit too.” He slides right in. my ass as stretched to accommodate his thickness and pounds with ease. The room echos with the slaps. Slap of his body slapping into my ass. Slap of his balls slapping against my taint. The slap of my dick bouncing against my stomach and the bed. I feel the build up and without warning, I shoot my load on the bed below me. My cumming must have done something good with my ass because all I hear is “ oh fuck yeah, milk my dick. Make me feel it. Take my fucking load you no good cum loving faggot. ahHHHHHHH”. As he roars out loud, I can feel rope after rope of cum filling my insides up. He collapses on me and I feel his hot body against mine. I’m in heaven. The session has taken a lot out of him so he holds still on me for a few minutes. He eventually pulls off me and stands. “Get the fuck out of here. Go back to your room. I can’t stand to look at you for a while. I’ll come find you again when I’m hard again. I’m good for at least 3 more loads.” He slaps my ass as I walk away from him. “Hey look at me when I speak to you”. I turn around and look him right in the eye. “You ever speak of this to anyone, I mean anyone, and I’ll fucking kill you with my bare hands. You got that?” I nod my head. “oh, and in case you are too fucking dumb to realize, you’re my new backup pussy when your mom leaves town. Now get back to your room. I walked to my room and closed the door. I’m laying in bed just twitching like the chem whore my dad made me. Like I said before. My virginity was taken and I loved it. I’m just going to wait here until my hole is needed again.

Chapter V (Part 2) Mitch quickly got up and grabbed the pipe, telling Tyler and Daniel he was going to his room to fill up the pipe. Mitch quickly found Ben in the kitchen, pacing back and forth, panting, and trying to compose himself. Ben's eyes were wide with shock, his body trembling with adrenaline and a mix of fear and a surprising arousal. Mitch approached him, his voice low and soothing. "Look, Ben," he started, his hand gently resting on Ben's shoulder, "you saw something you weren't supposed to. But you need to understand, Daniel is a powerful man who is close friends with other very powerful men. He'd never let this little secret of ours escape these walls. Do you understand?" Ben tried to pull away, his mind racing, but Mitch's grip tightened holding him in place. Ben looked into Mitch’s eyes and a shutter ran down his spine. This was not the man he had met earlier, not the guy telling silly dad jokes – the guy who had made him feel so at home and at peace just hours earlier – no, this guy was primal…an animal, clearly ready to attack…whatever that would even mean. "You have two choices," Mitch continued, leaning in closer, his hot breath on Ben's neck. "You can be part of our fun, cut loose and join the party and make this the fucking best most exciting summer of your young life… I am positive Daniel and Tyler would be into you jumping in with us. Or, option two: you can leave and forget about it. You’ll tell Tyler something came up back home and I will fly you back to Texas and neither Daniel or Tyler will ever have to know about this. You’ll have a secret you will take to your grave. But Ben, listen carefully son…if you ever tell anyone, well, what happens after that would be out of my control.” The threat hung in the air, heavy and palpable. Ben's heart thundered in his chest, the fear and confusion killing him, but he couldn’t help but acknowledge that as stressful as this all was, for some reason, his cock had been twitching while Mitch was talking. And although he was pretty sure Mitch was threatening to have him killed, he found himself trying to hide the boner in his boxers that became all too obvious once Mitch called him “son”. Ben saw Mitch’s eyes track down to his cock and knew he was busted. A slick grin slowly crept across Mitch’s face as he reached towards Ben and stuck his hand roughly into Ben’s boxers. A quiet whimper and moan escaped Ben’s lips. “Looks like your cock made the decision for you” he whispered in Ben’s ear. Bent felt his resolve wavering, his body betraying him with every beat of his pulse. Mitch noticed the wall breaking down, his eyes gleaming with mischief, a predator cornering his prey. Mitch released the boy’s cock and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small baggie filled with crystalline powder and shards. "You know you want to," his hand brushing against Ben's crotch and he set out two lines of tina on the kitchen counter. "It'll make this night a lot more fun. You do this with me, and I promise to protect you and make you feel really, really fucking good. Don’t you want to let daddy make you feel good son?” He took a straw and snorted one of the lines he had set on the counter while keeping his eye on the tent in Ben’s boxers. Mitch noticed that whenever he called Ben son, he could see Ben’s cock twitch. With a cocky smile Mitch handed the straw to Ben. “Its now or never son, what’s it gonna be?" Ben took the straw from Mitch, still uncommitted and knowing he must decide now. The promise of oblivion was tempting, and the look on Tyler’s face while his dad was fucking him was unreal and it was obvious he was feeling things that had made Ben incredibly curious. And so, Ben had decided – he would try the Tina and see what happened. With trembling hands Ben bent down and snorted the line. He stood up and instantly felt the drug begin to rush through his body, burning like hell as it claimed him. His vision swam as the drug took hold, and suddenly, the fear he felt minutes earlier had turned to excitement, the horror to desire. Mitch handed Ben the pipe and lit the torch under the bowl and watched as Ben inhaled deeply, taking his first hit of the drug that would soon change him. “Nice cloud son. Give me one more before we go join the boys.” Ben obeyed, blowing a second cloud bigger than the first. Mitch moved in closer to the boy, their lips almost touching and whispered at Ben “You made the right choice”. Just as Ben went to respond Mitch kissed him before he could begin to speak. As the two men kissed, and the drugs coursed through their veins, the last remaining barriers between the men disappeared. Their hands explored each other’s bodies, Ben feeling the wide strong shoulders on Mitch and Mitch took in this college boy’s smooth strong young body. Ben felt Mitch’s hands slid down his back and glide across his ass, causing the boy to moan into his mouth, driving Mitch wild. Pulling away from their kiss Mitch spun the boy around and dropped to his knees telling him “You’re about to feel really fucking good boy”. Before Ben could respond he felt Mitch’s tongue enter him, beginning to open up his hole and giving him more pleasure than he had ever known. He gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure. Mitch’s strong hand settled on the small of Ben’s back, a firm grip that held him in place as his other hand ventured to the young man’s throbbing cock. He gave it a squeeze that sent a jolt of desire through Ben’s body, and the boy’s moan grew in urgency. “Ugh, fuckkkk!” Ben’s voice was strained, a mix of pleasure and desperation. Mitch’s thoughts raced with anticipation. He knew what was to come, the relentless assault he was about to unleash on Ben’s hole and his need to claim Ben’s tight body grew with every passing second. He spied a bottle of lube next to a bag of Tina on a nearby shelf and grabbed both, keeping his actions hidden from Ben’s view. The thought of fucking the boy, filling him up, made his cock throb painfully. He applied a generous amount of the lube to a large shard he removed from the bag, his own heart racing as he contemplated the stretch and burn that awaited Ben. Without a word, he inserted the shard of meth into Ben’s tight hole, watching the boy’s eyes widen in shock. The shard was a precursor to his true intentions, a gentle stretch to help the boy open up and prepare him to take the monster that was his cock. Ben yelped in pain, but before he could protest, Mitch shoved his thick finger inside, pushing through the resistance and reaching deep. “FUCK!” Ben’s head snapped back, his eyes watering. “What the fuck was that? It hurt like a bitch, dude, don’t do it again!” Mitch chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through Ben’s body. He stood up, his cock jutting out like a weapon of desire. He grabbed Ben’s hips and pinned him to the wall, the head of his cock nudging at Ben’s entrance. “Son, that was just my finger.” The words were a gruff whisper, a promise of the pain and pleasure to come. “You’ve got a whole hard, thick cock waiting to fill you up. It’s going to hurt at first son, a lot worse than my finger. But you can take it. You saw Tyler taking his dad’s cock, didn’t you son? You want to take your dad’s cock like Tyler? You think you can take it bubba?” Mitch began to slide his cock along Ben’s crack, the pre-cum leaking from the tip smearing across his skin. “I can take it”, Ben responded in a defiant tone. “Good boy”, Mitch replied. He applied steady pressure, the head of his cock pushing against Ben’s tight hole, the anticipation driving the boy wild. Ben’s whines grew louder, a symphony of fear and lust that only served to excite Mitch further. “Mitch, no, it hurts!” Ben’s voice was desperate, his body tensing as he felt the pressure increasing. “Relax, baby, relax for daddy.” The words were a command, a promise of the ecstasy that was about to overwhelm Ben. “You’re going to take all of me, and you’re going to love it. Just open up for daddy.” The tip of his cock breached Ben’s tight ring, the sensation of being split apart making Ben’s eyes roll back in his head. He cried out in pure agony. “Nooo! Please dude stop its too fucking big”. Mitch grunted as the remembered the bottle of poppers he had in his pocket. “I know it hurts son, I know I know” Mitch cooed softly into Ben’s ear. Taking out the small bottle Mitch gave the poppers a good shake and handed them over and barked a command at Ben. “Inhale these deeply into both nostrils son, it will help with the pain”. As Ben took his first hit of the poppers Mitch felt the boy’s hole relax. Mitch pushed in further, inch by agonizing inch, feeling Ben’s body give way to him. Ben’s face was a mask of pleasure and pain, his eyes screwed shut, his teeth gritted. He was so tight, so perfect, and the sound of his moans and desperate whines filled the room. With a final, powerful thrust, Mitch seated himself fully within Ben, the sensations of being filled beyond what he thought possible causing Ben to become dizzy with pleasure. Ben’s body spasmed around Mitch’s cock, and he could the younger man’s insides clenching, trying to adjust to the intrusion. “Daddy!” Ben’s voice was a whimper, a plea for both mercy and to continue to be filled. Mitch leaned in, his hot breath against Ben’s ear. “You’re doing so good son. You’re taking your dad’s cock like a champ.” His words were soothing, a stark contrast to the brutal act he was committing, and the father son role-play the two men had so easily fallen into was driving both guys wild. Withdrawing almost all the way, Mitch thrust back in, setting a rhythm that had Ben’s body bouncing back against him. The boy’s cries grew louder, and he could feel Ben’s muscles trying to push him out, but his grip was too firm, his cock too insistent. As Mitch slammed fully inside him, he began to press the spot deep inside Ben that awoken him to pleasures he didn’t know existed. “Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck oh fuck dad fuck me fuckkkkk” Ben began to moan as he fully gave himself over to the man inside him. Mitch’s strokes grew more vigorous, his hips snapping against Ben’s ass with a wet slap that echoed in the room. He watched the boy’s face, the contorted expression of pleasure and pain, and felt his own orgasm building. His hand reached down to grip Ben’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. Mitch's hands found their way under Ben's hips, lifting him slightly to change the angle of penetration. He hit Ben's prostate with each deep plunge, the sensation so intense that Ben's eyes watered and his mouth opened releasing a steady unending moan of wild pleasure. "That's it," Mitch encouraged, his voice strained with his own desire. "Take it all, Ben. Take it like the good boy you are, making your dad so proud son." The words sent a bolt of electricity through Ben's body. He had never felt so wanted, so used, so completely owned. It was intoxicating, and he could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with every deep stroke into his ass. Mitch's breath grew harsher, his movements more erratic as he approached his climax. His cock grew even larger, stretching Ben to the limits of what he thought he could handle. Yet, Ben's body responded, eagerly accepting the man's seed as if it had been starved for it. "I'm gonna cum," Ben moaned, his voice barely audible. "Not yet," Mitch warned, his hand squeezing the base of Ben's cock, preventing his release. "We're gonna do this together." Mitch's hands reached around Ben's body, finding his swollen, leaking cock. He began to stroke it in sync with his thrusts, the sensation too much for the boy to handle. He thrashed beneath Mitch, his body a live wire of pleasure. "Now," Mitch yelled, allowing Ben's cock to erupt in a torrent of hot cum, painting the rug underneath him. The sight of Ben's pleasure was too much for Mitch, and with a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into Ben's tight, quivering hole, holding the boy tightly against his chest as he pumped the final shot of cum inside him. As the two men caught their breath, and Mitch began to slide out of Ben, they heard a very distinct sound: the intentional noise a man makes when clearing his throat. Both guys immediately turned to find Daniel and Tyler standing to their side, both men slowly playing with their cocks as they took in the show. “Well, well, isn’t this interesting” Daniel cocked his head towards the two sweat drenched men. “Interesting indeed”.

This day 4 yeas ago I officially tested poz. It's been 4 good years.

Part two I had better get home I said. No you are not going anywhere wired as you are. you can come home with me until you have sobered up. But I dont know you, well we can see about that cant we ! Uncle Stan had a BMW, I sparked up, cool car I said my dad will get me one like that one day. Hey I just realised I dont even know your name, Ollie. Ollie the cheeky chappy he said. What are you going to do about your gf my niece ? Oh she is boring I will dump her. I sat in the front smoking I did not even ask permission. I sat back with my legs slightly apart relaxing as I enjoyed my smoke. As he started the ignition Uncle Stan moved his hand on to the inside of my leg ! Again I did nothing. You like that too eh. I did not reply but moved my legs further apart. Before he pulled away he let his hand drift up to my crotch and then he squeezed my cock which had gone rock hard. I did not know this guy yet here I was in his car letting him feel my crotch and then he was handling my dick. Gone hard I see. Again I said nothing. His hand stayed on my leg while we drove. Is this as fast as it goes I said. Hell no its very quick. Show me I dared him. We moved onto a duel carriageway Uncle Stan was wired too, so he floored the accelerator and we shot off. I put the radio on and found some pulsing music. Faster I shouted he looked at me and with almost a demonic smile accelerated faster. We were both wired and wild as I started thumping the dashboard. We shot past cars I was high and loving it, my dick was getting even harder with this thrill ride. It was like a psychedelic tunnel with all the car lights in front of me merging into one. I wanted to go even faster. Then the end of the carriageway came in sight so he slowed down. Ah fuck I as enjoying that I said. Your a proper punk and spoiled brat aren't you but your dead cute and he squeezed my leg again. When I am older and can drive I will drive fast not like you. Well you won't be driving long then and he laughed, I was not sure what he found so amusing. How old are you anyway he asked and for the first time I looked at him to take in what he looked like. He wasn't that attractive and had a bit of a pot belly. I am eighteen I said. You look younger with your curly blonde hair. I hate it I said, I want it all off. I want to be like those guys in the porn mags in leather. So you have looked at gay porn then. Just looked that's all I said guiltily. Anyway how old are you? Forty-five he replied. Ok cool. So you like leather he asked as he squeezed my leg again. Fuck yea. Well we will have to see what you look like when you try on my leather. You have leather, yea a lot of the guys I know are into leather, we have leather parties. Fuck cool I replied. Maybe you can come to one? Me? yea. Fuck cool. We pulled up outside his house which was detached and quite a tall building. Ok come inside and make yourself comfortable. I laid on the sofa with my arms outstretched and lit another cig, he did the same. You want a drink? Yea vodka , please , yea please. Neat? yea neat. Hey Stan have you got any more coke? I think you have had enough but while your still wired why dont we finish off what we started in the shed. Your cock you mean ? Yea. He unzipped his trousers and took out his cock, massage it with your mouth. Gross I replied.Have you tried it? No so how do you know. I dont know why but I took his cock in my mouth and he started fucking it. I choked, he laughed and said you will get used to it, yea I could I thought. Now before I cum I want you to relax so that we can try something else. Oh yea like what I said sarcastically. My dick was rock hard he took it in his mouth. Then after a few minutes he left the room and came back with two shot glasses. Is that more vodka, no something to make you relax. He sat there next to me with his dick out and I was semi naked too. I drank the liquid without a question I felt him get on top of me, his dick was hard and I could feel him pushing his dick against my hole i began to feel warm inside and relaxed from the drink. It felt so warm in here, I could just about make out that he was in me my vision started to blur and then nothing. I had passed out.

Final Chapter Steve joined Shawn at the bar, making himself a drink and then rolled himself a joint (420) to smoke. Shawn and Steve talked about the fun they’d had the last few hours for a bit. Summer had gotten dressed and left while they were talking. Steve changed the topic a few minutes later. “So, how long have you been stealth pozzing?” He asked Shawn nonchalantly. Shawn froze for a minute. After catching his breath and reading the situation he realized Steve wasn’t mad. The way he was acting and his body language told him he was actually pretty chill. “Since I got it pretty much. Never went on meds. So maybe 3 years. How did you know? Those tests I provided are pretty much the real thing.” Shawn replied. Steve smiled mischievously. “The tests look totally legit, they didn’t give you away. But, I happen to know 2 guys you have stealthed. One was a friend, but he didn’t know your name or anything. Just told me what you looked like. I guess you told him you were on prep and he wasn’t. You were the only guy he’d been with ant the time he’d was knocked up. You ghosted him. ”The other was my ex and he in turn pozzed me. You fucked him at a bar like 2 months ago. He just tested beg. You were the only one he’d been with besides me since he tested. Just like my friend, he didn’t know your name but described you. I realized it was the same guy. “So I used some clues they gave and some stuff my friend said about your profile and managed to find you. I wanted to get poz babies from the source.” Shawn was amazed at the unlucky turn that lead to him poz 2 guys Steve knew so well. They lived in a city with millions of people, and he was always careful about it. But fucking and recharging a guy he gave hiv second hand was making him hard. “So you broke up with your boyfriend to get me? I don’t do boyfriends. Also why not just do a one on one and not involve the others?” Shawn asked. “No, I broke up with him because he was a dirty cheating loser. I had him on lock down the last 6 months before we broke up. I was tracking him, daily phone checks, never letting him out of my sight when we were out, him not going any where alone. He worked from home. ”I made us test when I put him on lock down and again 3 mints later. Both times we were negative. Then 2 weeks later you fuck him the one time I don’t follow him to the bathroom and a few week later he is poz and gives it to me. After this happened, despite my efforts, I decided it wasn’t worth it anymore. So I kicked him to the curb. ”I formed my plan. All the guys here tonight had at one point cheated with my boyfriend.frwnted they were all over 6 months ago before I locked him down, but I am a petty bitch and I keep receipts. Found them on the apps and used that to trick them here so I could have you help me poz them. And get my recharge from the source while I was at it. I am a devious little fag!” Steve winked as he finished explaining. Shawn was amazed at how far Steve had gone. He was also hard as a rock thinking about it! Finding a guy as kinky, piggy, and deviuos as him was rare. Steve was a hot fucker that just got even hotter to him. “I love it! Devil twinks are the best! I can’t wait to recharge that neg boy hole with my strain! Are you going to follow your poz sires lead and stealth poz others?” Steve put his drink down, stood up and walked to Shawn, sinking between his leges till his moth was dick levels. A mere inch from Shawn’s super hard massive poz dick. “Yes daddy, I plan on give you more heirs!” With that be took Shawn’s 8.5 in dick balls deep down his throat. He clearly had no gag reflex. He proceeded to give Shawn the best head he had ever had. Shawn had to use all his control not to nut down his boy’s throat. After several minutes Shawn pulled Steve up, pushed him against the bar, bent his knees and pulled his ass out at the perfect height, and slide his monster raw toxic cock balls deep into Steve in one go. He was not gentle, he did not care how good it felt for Steve. He was rock hard and wanted to claim that ass! Make it truly his. His dick was so hard it almost hurt. He pounded deep and fast. All while Steve moaned for his poz dick and toxic cum. Steve’s hole has loosened up and was wet with cum and lube. A loud smack sound filled the air each time Shawn hit home. Moans and dirty talk flew. Finally, after 20 minutes of hard pounding Shawn exploded balls deep in his poz boy! Recharging him with his strain. “Thats it faggot boy. Take your poz daddies toxic seed! Feel it recharge your ass!” Shawn told him as he came. Shawn pulled out, pushed Steve to his knees. “Suck that daddy dick clean boy! Taste all the loads in your hole! That’s it suck it clean fag!” Steven jerked his dick and shot his toxic babies all over the floor as he sucked his daddy’s dick clean! Shawn pulled Steve up and kissed him hard. They continued to make out and play with each other as they went to the shower to clean off. Neither came again that day, but it was safe to say they came together many times in the future! The End ——- I hope everyone enjoyed the story. I can’t believe how long it took me to complete it, but I truthfully forgot about it for a while, lol.

The cock I was riding eventually thickened and the guy blew his poz load into me. On autopilot, I dismounted and looked around for my next target, before heading over to one of the guys who seemed to be particularly ready again. I turned round and squatted towards his lap, allowed him to press his cock against my hole, and then lowered myself onto its entire length. I immediately began to bounce up and down on the member inside me, looking at the other guys watching the show while trying to get Bailey out of my mind. What the fuck was happening? Why was I suddenly so fixated on him? Sure, when Bailey and I were alone, the sex was really tender and involved a lot of kissing. He liked really long sessions, and particularly liked having me on my back with my legs wrapped around him, his eyes locked on mine as he gently fucked me. I had noticed he also liked me to come over and snog him when we were with others and he had decided to give up his arse. As I rode that toxic cock I realised I hadn’t ever seen him kissing anyone else, and during the work to do up our house, he had slept with me most nights until the bedrooms were all habitable. Whenever we had more than a quick bend-over-and-breed session, he slept in my bed with me. Shit. He was into me, and now I realised I felt the same. Fuck. I was here taking a second night of high-viral loads, and had just realised I had a potential boyfriend back at home. Yet, wasn’t this what I wanted to be doing? Yes, it was. Would I want to just be having pretty vanilla sex, even with a partner? Probably not. So what was I to do? Well, I was seeing this through and getting myself pozzed, that was for sure. Maybe I would just have to convert, see what the doctors said about meds, and then have a conversation with Bailey. Or…. He was one of those types who mostly topped, but once he had allowed one of the guys into his hole, he became a completely insatiable cumdump for the night. There was definitely a part of him that wanted to be used, but he suppressed it a bit rather than just embracing it in the way I did so openly. Maybe, with the right build-up, he would give himself over to it with Omar and his friends? My plotting was disrupted by the guy in me starting to thrust up to meet my bounces, and soon another toxic load was being pumped into me. When I dismounted this time, however, I did not choose another man to climb on, but instead made my way over to the fuck bench and climbed on. I wasn’t strapped down like I had been at Harry and Sid’s, instead just willingly positioning myself for anyone who was ready to fuck me. I didn’t look back at who was in me each time, instead just staring at the floor while I took multiple poz breedings and otherwise thought about what it might take to get Bailey in this room with me. Thoughts about bringing everyone along were on hold, with my focus being the guy I thought there could be something more with. After this next round of breeding, tiredness seemed to sweep the room and a lot of the guys drifted off to sleep sitting on the sofa. I wasn’t feeling like sleeping though, so I got a dressing gown out of the tall cabinet in the corner of the room, poured myself a glass of champagne, found a packet of cigarettes, and then headed outside. The air was chilly, but I wrapped myself up and sat down on a bench that seemed to be sheltered from the little breeze there was. I lit up a cigarette, and then slid down a little so I could put my head back against the wall behind me and look up the stars. Thoughts returned to Bailey, but I just allowed them to run. I did think about what he would do if he found himself here, whether he would run, or whether he would get down and dirty. I thought about what he was going to say when or if I told him about what I had been up to, and what it meant. I thought about one night we had spent together, when we had fucked a little but talked a lot, sleeping wrapped up together in bursts between the sex and the conversations. How was I only now seeing all this? I was out there for a while before Harry appeared next to me and sat down. “Are you OK son?” he asked. “Yeah” I replied. “Just thinking.” “You know” he said, “if you’re starting to regret this then you may still be able to get some PEP and be OK.” “No, it’s not that” I said. “I want this.” “So?” Harry asked. “I have a good ear if you want to talk.” I remained silent for a bit, before opening up to him about where my head suddenly was with Bailey. I was a bit all over the place, talking about Omar and Jeff, Harry and Sid, and my utter confusion at this being the time and place when I suddenly realised how I felt. I confessed my dread at telling Bailey about what I had been doing, what I was intending to keep doing, but how I also had this sinking feeling that I had to talk to him about it as part of having a conversation about the feelings we might have for each other. I barely gathered thoughts before I vocalised them, until I was all talked out and came to a stop. “You know” said Harry, after a while, “you getting pozzed up need not be a blocker to having something with this boy, even if he has no interest in following suit.” “I know” I replied, “or at least in principle I do. But what about what that guy said earlier about all the strains, the chances of PrEP and meds not working, and all that?” “That was just Jim being Jim” Harry said, smiling at me. “Yeah, we’re a bunch of toxic old fuckers, but we’ve all been on meds in the past without any issue, we’ve had boys on PrEP here who have not been taken down, and I think things are far enough advanced now that they will always find a cocktail that works.” “Oh” I said. “Well, maybe that’s something then.” “But, you will have to think about what you want, as I’m not sure a new relationship for guys as young as you will survive you heading out every night for anonymous cock” said Harry. “If you want to be with this boy then you may need to commit to him until such a time as you’re both in a place where you trust one another and can just enjoy life knowing you have each other.” “But what about the other guys in the house?” I asked. “I can’t see us just giving up all of that.” “Thats different” said Harry. “You’re both part of it already, you both know and love those guys, and if you find a relationship in that environment then it will I think be implicit that you’re both still part of the wider group. If anything, pulling away from all that might do more harm than good, given the bond you have with everyone.” “I suppose” I said. “Carrying on your shenanigans in public toilets, or parks, or wherever, is going to make the boy feel he is not enough for you” Harry said, “particularly with the services of all the other guys available.” “But what if he’s not?” I asked. “What if I need all that?” “Then you probably shouldn’t do anything even though you suspect there’s something there between you both” Harry said. “Leaving it alone will be a lot less painful for him than breaking his heart.” We sat in silence for a bit, before Harry tapped my leg a couple of times and then got up. “I’ll leave you for a bit” he said, “but when you’re ready, some of the guys are starting to stir and I know there’s a plan to DP you at some point.” He went back inside, and I went back into my thoughts. He was right, of course. What I realised had been coming from Bailey was a desire to be especially close with me, beyond what else went on in the house. He, I suspected, wanted to know he could curl up with me every night, and that there would be plenty of nights when it was just the two of us. But there’s no way he would handle me needing to go out and get fucked by anyone and everyone who happened along to wherever I had bent over and opened my hole. I wasn’t sure any potential relationship would even survive me coming clean about my anonymous antics along with the journey I had now embarked on with Harry, Sid and the other men, but I knew for sure it wouldn’t survive me continuing with any of that. Bailey had to be enough for me, and that was that. Only if he was actually into the idea of joining me for all this would there be any hope, and that would take some time. I had no answer for what I wanted, feeling conflicted between my heart suddenly trying to be part of my decision-making over just my arse, so decided to continue doing what I had come here for and deal with all that later. I got up from the bench, necked the last of my champagne, took a final puff on my cigarette, and then went back inside. Sure enough, in no time at all I was straddling on guy who was lying on his back on a mat, while another pushed his cock into my rear end as well. I was loose and sloppy enough by then to adjust fairly quickly to the double-stuffing, and then once comfy and starting to bounce a little to meet the thrusts of the guy kneeling behind me, I opened my mouth to welcome in a third cock. My head was a mess, soon my arse would be as well, but for now I was doing what I did best as I continued in my quest to become a toxic jock cumdump. All of the men there were, at some point, buried inside me alongside someone else. At all times I also had another down my throat, whether to get the man into the mood or to clean him off after breeding me. This overabundance of simultaneous cock seemed to be just what I needed to temporarily purge thoughts of Bailey from my mind, giving me back my cumslut mojo. I moaned and groaned, begged the guys to breed and poz me, and bounced as much as I could to get each pair of dual cocks as deep into me as possible. I willingly went down on all fours a few times to allow guys to push their hands into my gaping hole, feeling them nick my insides occasionally as they did their best to make sure I left absolutely riddled with the virus. When they were all done, I happily allowed one of them to push a huge buttplug into me. “Son” said Sid, helping me to my feet, “I think we’re all fucked out.” “You have so many toxic loads in you” said another guy, slapping me on my back. “It’s only a matter of time now.” “I hope so” I said, grinning. With that, the men began to disperse. Most were headed home, though at least three of them made a beeline for the house to sleep in spare bedrooms or on the sofa. Harry, Sid and I also went back to the house to get dressed again, before Harry went upstairs. Shortly after he came back down with Omar, who had not re-joined the party since my moment with Jeff. When he got down to the hallway he didn’t say anything, but just threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly. Then he was gone again, and the three of us left. They drove me back to theirs, and I joined them in their bed to sleep for what remained of the night. The next morning they both fucked one more load into me as I lay on my front, and then I showered and left. I had to stand on my pedals most of the way back as the bike’s seat was not a comfortable experience, and when I got home I slid into the house as quietly as I could and went straight to bed. No doubt Bailey was going to be on my mind when I woke up again, but for now I was exhausted, well bred, probably pozzed, and in dire need of sleep. To be continued

Stopped of yesterday at cruising layby and it was empty. I was just about to leave when some cars and a truck arrived. I took a walk into the woods, dropped my joggers hood up and bent over ready to see if anything happened. I heard car doors shut so was hopeful. I didn’t hear any footsteps but suddenly a hard cock was thrust in my ass. The guy was Eastern European by his accent as he became verbal calling me a dirty slut and a whore, how he was gonna breed me deep. I stayed silent and just took it as he got rougher and rougher. I felt the swell and he exploded deep in me . Then heard the “my turn” as he slid out and another slid in. He was not verbal and very quiet. His cock was bigger and longer pushing the cum deep, don’t take him long till he cum. No words just an ass slap as he walked away. I waited till I heard vehicles leave so I never got to see who they were.

Chapter 3 Shawn sat at the bar and made himself another drink. He took a minute to observe the room. Sumner was drilling Steve hard on the floor in front of a sofa. Max had left, he had to meet his boyfriend. Luke was now getting head from Jason. Luke was sitting in the leather recliner with Luke on his knees deep throating him. Shawn finished his drink and walked over behind Jason. The cubs hot bubble butt was covered lightly in brown hair. His hole was glistening from sweat and the load Steve had put in him earlier. Shawn came up behind him and started to kiss his neck and ear as he felt over his shoulders, trailing down to his back, and finally cupping his thick ass cheeks. As Jason continued to suck Luke, Shawn laid on his back and scooted his head between Jason’s knees. He was eye to eye with that pink hole. He start to tongue it softly at first, which made Jason moan with his mouth full of Luke’s dick. Shawn picked up his intensity really getting deep into Jason’s hole. He could taste the cum Steve had left in there. Jason was so worked up he was now riding Shawn’s face as he continued to blow Luke. Luke made a loud guttural moan as he shoot a huge load down Jason’s throat. Jason swallowed every ounce of his seed. Luke removed his softening dick from Jason’s mouth. He got up, walked over to thank Steve for a good evening, and then left to meet his trainer for their session. Shawn got up from under Jason and positioned him so he was facing the recliner with his chest against its back and his knees in the seat. This arched his back just right and put his hole at the perfect height for Shawn’s massive poz dick. Shawn slowly worked his fat dick head into Jason’s pink neg hole making him moan with pleasure. His whole was warm, wet with cum and lube, and tight even after already taking a load. Shawn slowly worked his monster cock balls deep. Going in an inch, taking it back to the head, then 2 inch, then back to the head. He did this till all 8.5 fat poz inches were buried in Jason’s neg furry cub hole. He started to slowly long dick Jason, making him moan harder each time he bottomed out in his second hole. He picked up the intensity and speed with each bottom out. Soon he was pounding that neg hole hard and deep. Making his asscheeks clap as he hit home. Jason’s moaned and begged for Shawn’s dick the entire time. Shawn picked up the fucking to an even harder and more intense level. Jason could barely handle the pounding he was getting, being drove into the recliner in front of him, but he did not and wouldn’t not ask Shawn to stop because it felt so good!! It only took 2-3 minutes of this intense punishment level fucking to make Jason shoot his neg load all over the front of the recliner and his soft hairy cub belly. The clinching of Jason’s hole around his dick made Shawn shoot a huge toxic load balls deep. Flooding the neg hole with his charged cum. He collapsed on Jason’s back. Turning his head toward him so the could make out as his dick softened but strayed in his hole, ensuring his toxic babies got into Jason’s second hole! After making out for a few minutes, Shawn pulled out of Jason’s previously neg hole. They hugged and Shawn went back to the bar to have another drink and smoke some 420. Jason made his exit then, going to the staging room to get dressed and leave for work. Shawn felt pretty confident that by nutting so hard and deep in Jason he had made his poz son number 4 of the evening. —————- Stay tuned for final chapter soon!

Part One I lived with my dad after my parents split up. Dad did his best and encouraged me to be myself spoiled me and always let me do what I wanted I remember when I was 15 and he found out that I had started smoking, he did not scold me. He let me do what I wanted and I thought I was so cool when I smoked. The only thing was I could not buy my own cigs so dad said he would buy me a pack a week but before too long it was a pack a day and that is what I was smoking. By the time I turned 18, I had a gf but to be honest I was confused by my sexuality I was not turned on by her and most of the time we just argued then kissed and made up but maybe she thought I was a good boy as we did not have sex. On one weekend she invited me to her parents party, she warned me it would be mostly adults and that I would probably be bored but I agreed to tag along not expecting it to be a fun time. I put on a pair of tight jeans that my gf liked me wearing and a t-shirt. As we got near to her parents house she told me to steer clear of her Uncle Stan who she said was gay but also very tactile. Obviously I agreed. Her parents did not approve of smoking and my gf did not smoke so she asked me to refrain. Bummer but I agreed. The house was full of adults with a few guys of our age who were mainly her cousins. I was introduced to her parents and then to a few of her relatives. Most seemed pretty boring asking me what I was studying etc. I was offered a soft drink which I took but as the music got a little louder and people got merrier I noticed that no one seemed to be watching the alcohol which stood on one of the tables. So when my gf was not looking I poured a decent measure of vodka into my soft drink. As the night progressed I got more and more tipsy and more cocky. I was dying for cig so I slipped out of the back door into the garden and as no one was there slipped round the corner of the house where I could not be seen and sparked up. Just as I was deep inhaling and enjoying my smoke a guy appeared and also sparked up. Shit I thought Ive been caught. I went to drop it but the guy says hey dont worry I wont tell on you im having a crafty smoke myself. So we smoked in silence at first and I thought this guy is cool. Have you been smoking long he said, being tipsy I replied cockily yea about a year and a bit, I usually smoke a pack a day so was gasping. A pack a day for someone so young, yea I smiled as I replied and took a deep lungful of smoke to show off. Let me introduce myself I am Uncle Stan. Oh yea nice to meet you. I thought this guy is OK. Ever do anything stronger ? What I replied. Yea like pot or coke. Oh yea I lied. Do you fancy a couple of lines then ? Fuck this guy is cool. Yea cool I said. Ok follow me and he took me into the garden shed. He rolled up a lottery form and got out a small bag containing the coke put a few lines down using a credit card and took a couple of hits. I bent down and did the same. There was a sudden rush and then I started to feel very lively and started giggling. Good isn't it he said, fuck yea I replied. I was high and loving it and more giggling. Then he smiled at me and said your cute aren't you. Am I I laughed, yea you are. With that he placed his hand on my shoulder and then moved his hand down my back.I laughed again and then he moved his hand to my arse. For some reason I did not object. So he moved his hand around my arse and squeezed. Again I did not object but being high I just laughed. Yea your cute alright. He left his hand on my arse and I giggled again. Do you like that he said. Yea I guess I do and laughed. He rubbed his hand in my hair and I just smiled. Then he said we ought to get back, yea I replied and he winked at me. Just as we were leaving the shed he slapped my arse. Yea your cute and I bet a tease and with that we walked back inside. When I got back I found myself giggling and laughing at everything anyone said. What's wrong with you my gf asked. Nothing just having fun. Have you been drinking. Just a little I smirked, well don't drink anymore. She moved off and I went to the buffet to get something to eat and then I felt a hand squeeze my arse again and when i turned to look it was Uncle Stan. I laughed. You do like it don't you. I was confused but yea I did. Fancy some more, what coke, yea why not. So out we went to the shed again. Uncle Stan laid a few more lines and this time I took three hits. Fuck I was a live wire everything tingled. I felt like jumping up and down. Uncle Stan put his arms around me and I just giggled again. I sparked up another cig and felt 12 feet tall. I was the bees knees.. He started to grope me and I just let him. Then he unzipped his pants took out his cock and said hold that and I did. With that there was a knock on the door and it was my gf. Luckily Uncle Stan had zipped himself up but my gf questioned what we were doing. Just talking said Uncle Stan, lets get back. My gf looked at me as if to say she did not believe us. Back in the house I was flying. The music was playing and I started to jump up and down and forgetting where I was took out a cig and sparked up. I was just on my third deep inhale when my gf ran up to me. What the fuck are you doing. Oh I forgot I laughed. With that she started shouting at me and everybody stopped to look. There I was cig in one hand in a non smoking house and glass in the other. I moved backwards away from her lost my balance staggered back and found myself backing into Uncle Stan. I think I had better take him home he said. My gf turned and ran up the stairs leaving me in the centre of the room next to Uncle Stan who had his arm draped over my shoulder. He will be Ok I will see him home he smiled as I smiled back at him and with that I staggered out in the arms of Uncle Stan.

Nicolai was well and truly fucked. He'd come into NYC from his university on Long Island with his pals for a night of clubbing and fun and that had certainly been achieved. He remembered the throbbing bass of the club and the exuberant dancing of his posse. What he was having trouble remembering was remembering when things took a turn. Nicolai remembered being in the bathroom at the club and checking himself out his lithe 21 year old frame all sinewy, lean muscle and with sandy hair. He wore tight jeans and tight black tee shirt along with sexy briefs. The bathroom of this club was shared with the gay club adjacent to it. Nicolai wasn't gay. At all. But for whatever reason, he decided to check out that club instead of going back to the straight one. Guys kept buying him drinks and a free drink is a free drink and thats when things got hazy. Now it's 3am Nicolai has stumbled into the alleyway behind the club, not really sure how he got there and he seems to have lost his phone and can't find his friends. Well and truly fucked. Then he felt the vomit coming. He was able to make it to a trash can and threw up in there. He was dizzy and just needed to lie down for one fucking minute. The alley seemed deserted, so he found a corner to lay down in, just for one minute... * Rex was feeling great, high on life and other enhancements that had helped him get through his shift at Helix as a go-go boy. Now, it was time to get out of here and find some slut to use for some piggy pnp sex. He changed to his street clothes, bid his farewells and exited the building using the backdoor which led to an alleyway. He started down the alleyway and heard a groan to the left, looking in that direction- Rex was shocked to find some twinky kid passed out. "He could meet someone real dangerous here, I'd better help him out." Rex said. and idea forming in his brain... * Nicolai woke up to music. Not the thumppathumppa of the club but a speaker in an apartment. He was on a bed. He was groggy and didn't recognize the surroundings. He groaned. "You're awake! I was about to blast you off, that's really gonna wake you up!" There was a man next to him. And Nicolai was not gay but he could appreciate when a man was good looking. and this man was definitely hot. And naked? Nicolai began to realize he was as well except for a jockstrap. But he had had briefs on? None of this made any sense. Then in his groggy, just woke up- still kinda drunk haze Nicolai began to realize his arm had been tied off and the man was about to insert a needle into his fucking arm. "Whattareyoudoing?" he slurred. "Like I said, waking you up. Making you feel good. You really shouldn't fall asleep in alley's, baby. You never know who's gonna wanna do what to you!" Then the needle was in , blood registering and whatever was in it forced into him. An evil grin spread on Rex's face. In the calm before it hit Nicolai had a series of flashbacks. * He remembered seeing Rex dancing in the club Remembered coming to in the alleyway to the same ma pissing on him, that he'd forced Nicolai to drink it and how bitter it had tasted. He could recall now the mad pulling his pants down and ripping his briefs in the back before roughly shoving his cock into Nicolai and breeding his virgin hole. Nicolai had wanted to scream in protest but had been too drunk and then it had started to feel good. Afterward, Rex had shoved him to his knees to clean his cum and blood tinged cock before then hauling his dick back in to his pants and slapping Nickolai hard across the face. He'd practically carried Nicolai to his car a block away, pouring him into the back seat where he blacked out until he woke up here and now. * Then the slam hit and Nicolai's world changed. Three days later when he left Rex's place he'd be poz, a chem whore, and a faggot who would never again claim to be straight.

Part 1: The Festival This was an absolute dream come true. I had got through on the phone as the second listener to call, but unlike the first guy I had successfully answered all the questions posed to me and thus I had won. I had not managed to get a ticket to the festival when they had gone on sale, but now I would be attending from backstage, and allowed to watch (and dance) from next to the DJs. What’s more, the DJ duo that I was obsessed with from the many nights I had managed to get into Panarica would be doing a couple of sets, and I would get to not only meet them but also watch them in action from close up. I was 20 at the time, and a bit aimless in life. I had done a couple of A-levels but not gone on to uni, and was just working various jobs in the vague hope of finding something that stuck. I needed money to sustain my own interests, while also contributing to costs at home given my mum did not pull that much in as a nurse and of course got no benefits to cover me anymore. For the past two springs and summers I had managed to get full-time hours with a landscaping company my mum’s friend ran which had helped me to muscle up a bit, but in winter I was always doing masses of retail shifts, construction, or whatever I could find. I did not care though, as my focus was on being able to buy music, go out clubbing, and indulge my obsession with dance music, while occasionally adding to my tattoos. I did a lot of this alone, as most of my friends had gone away to uni and I hadn’t yet figured out a solid way to find a new social circle outside of that. Panarica had announced a new day-long festival on an old airfield in Essex that I was so excited about, but then I’d had to be working on a landscaping job from dawn in the middle of nowhere in the Chilterns the day the tickets had gone on sale, and had no mobile signal to be able to try my luck even if I had convinced the supervisor to let me take a break for a bit. I was absolutely gutted, and had been trying to get resale tickets or anything else since then. The radio phone-in seemed like a long shot, so I couldn’t believe it when I won. On the day itself, a Friday that I had managed to book off from work, I made my way to the site by train and shuttle bus, lugging a small tent I had borrowed so that I could stay over and then make my way home on the Saturday. It took me quite a while to find the backstage entrance I was supposed to go to, but once in I was thrilled to find I could make use of the crew catering, get cheap beers at a special bar back there, and with only a check of my wristband, go and hang out at either side of the stage to watch the DJs, dance with other guests, and look out over the vast and growing crowd. It was absolutely awesome. DJ Giftig had relocated from his native Berlin to become one of the residents at Panarica a few years ago, and had been joined there as a bit of a double act by the younger DJ Tyke just as I started getting into the club occasionally myself, initially with a fake ID and then legitimately once I turned 18. Out of all the DJs who played there, they were the ones who really grabbed my attention, both for their sets as well as something else I did not understand at the time. I was not into any celebrity culture, but these two were real role models for me and were as close to idols as I had. It was therefore so exciting for me when I came out of the backstage toilets and saw them standing outside a trailer lighting up cigarettes. With the beer I’d drunk loosening my inhibitions, I walked over to them while pulling out a cigarette of my own. “Do you have a light” I asked, looking between them while I pretended to not have one of my own in my pocket. “Sure” said Tyke, handing me his. I lit up my cigarette while feeling Giftig staring at me quite closely. “Thanks” I said, as I exhaled my first puff and handed the lighter back to Tyke. “No problem” he said. “You having fun?” “Yes!” I said, before taking a second inhale of my cigarette. “I won the HardStyle Radio competition to watch the festival from backstage.” “Oh” said Tyke, as Giftig continued to stare at me in silence. “Well done, in that case. Hope you’re enjoying it all.” “I am” I said, grinning. “But I’m most looking forward to your sets. I try to go to Panarica all the time to see you two.” “That is good” said Giftig, speaking for the first time. “We will play well for you today.” “Awesome” I said, now grinning at him. “I’ll be at the side of the stage, and can’t wait to see you two working from a different angle.” The two of them glanced at each other, before Giftig gave a very slight nod. “You can come and stand behind us to watch closer, if you want” said Tyke. “We will clear it.” “Oh wow” I said, genuinely flabbergasted. “That would be amazing”. “Come” said Giftig, as he and Tyke stubbed out their cigarettes on the side of the trailer and tossed the butts into a bucket on the floor. I hurriedly did the same, and then followed them to the stage. They spoke to the security guard, who looked me up and down before nodding, and then I was out there on the stage following them to the DJ station where the previous act was just finishing up. Giftig turned to me and pointed to an area between the racks of records and equipment at the back of the stage, which I moved into and then gaped in awe at the view out over the crowd. For the next hour I was in fanboy heaven watching the two of them whip thousands of people into a frenzy with their set, and was kept going myself by the staff who regularly brought drinks out to the various people on the stage. By the end of the set I was seriously pumped and also quite drunk. “Come” said Giftig, looking at me as they were replaced by the next act. I followed them off stage and back out to the trailer area, where they lit up cigarettes and I joined in. We chatted, or rather they patiently stood and listened while I gushed over their show, and each smoked a couple of cigarettes. Tyke then opened the door to the trailer we were next to and went up the steps to go in, with Giftig following but then stopping at the top and turning to me. “Come” he said again. “Join us.” I almost raced up the steps into the trailer, blown away that this was happening. Inside it was quite luxurious if a bit cramped, and they both ended up pressing against me as they sourced drinks from a fridge while I stood awkwardly in the way. “Come sit” said Giftig, patting on the couch next to where he had just sat down with a beer. I walked over and sat down, then watched as Tyke came over and stood right in front of us. He removed his sleeveless T-shirt, under which there was a large tattoo on his impressively toned and leaned stomach of the symbol I recognised from bottles of chemicals. He then just stood and looked down at me, making me feel suddenly very nervous, hot, and kind of excited. “You like?” said Giftig, putting his arm round my back and pressing the huge bracelet on his wrist against the side of my ribs. “Err… yeah” I stammered. “Touch it” Tyke said, slightly pushing his torso towards me. I had never had any sort of contact like this with another guy, but in that moment I wanted to do what he was suggesting. I gingerly lifted up my hand and touched his torso with my fingers, lightly tracing the shapes of the symbol. “You know” said Giftig, “we like to relax between sets. Would you like to relax with us”. “Yes” I said whispered, still touching and staring at Tyke’s torso. “Good” said Giftig. “You will have lots of fun with us.” He then took his arm off my back and proceeded to pull off his own top, revealing a stockier, more muscular torso on which the tattoos from his arms and shoulders merged into a large scorpion design. I think even in that moment I sensed a sort of danger, but I was inebriated and excited enough to just be fixated on the sight of their naked tattooed torsos and huge silver chains. Indeed, I was almost hypnotised. Tyke leaned over and pulled at my own T-shirt, and I lifted my arms up straight above me to allow him to pull it off and reveal my own skinner torso. Almost immediately Giftig put his arm back round me while reaching up with his other to place his hands on my chest. He must have felt my heart going like the clappers, as he leaned in and whispered into my ear. “Be calm, boy” he said, “we want to give you a special gift to remember us by.” Tyke encouraged me to my feet, and then slowly stripped off his jeans and revealed he was in nothing underneath. I was transfixed, such that I did not notice Giftig standing up and doing the same. Only once they were both naked and standing in front of me did I slowly get to my feet and undo my own jeans, removing them along with my boxers underneath. I was inebriated but fully in the moment, and completely ready for what was clearly going to be my first gay experience. I shivered it when Tyke reached round and cupped my buttocks, and when Giftig’s hand joined in I understood I was going to be getting fucked by them which made me tremble even more. I didn’t understand myself properly, but there was a desire there for this to happen, and for it to be with the closest men I had to idols excited me even more. The two men worked together to get me ready, until I was bent over taking my first tentative licks of Giftig’s fat cock while Tyke was rimming and fingering me. To be fair, they were on a break between sets so time was of the essence, but even without that pressure I don’t think they would have treated me as anything more than their latest conquest to be used as they saw fit. Use me, they did. While Giftig held a bottle to my nose and encouraged me to take my first ever huff of poppers, Tyke’s cock began its journey into my hole, taking my cherry with it. He did give me a moment to adjust once he was fully inside, but then began an accelerating rhythm while I moaned for dear life. Giftig soon shut me up by pushing his cock back into my mouth, and I started to hardly notice Tyke slamming in and out of my hole as I fought to control my gag reflex. I was soon almost helpless, bent over with one cock down my throat and another pummelling my arse. I was completely overwhelmed, but also absolutely loved it. My hole was full, a bit painful, but also radiating incredible feelings out across my whole body, whilst the taste and feel of Giftig’s cock in my mouth and throat was just plain doing it for me. I had inadvertently found my true place in the world. Eventually Tyke accelerated to a stampede of my behind, then slammed in one final time and blew his load. As soon as his panting subsided and he withdrew, they changed ends. I gingerly took Tyke’s cum-covered cock into my mouth and began to instinctively lick it clean, before pausing to moan uncontrollably as Giftig’s much more girthy cock began to push into me. He stretched me even wider than I had been before, and I was thankful for Tyke putting the poppers back under my nose to huff as I struggled to adjust. Soon, though, I was once again being pounded senseless while I held onto Tyke’s waist and occasionally licked his cock. I didn’t even notice it hardening again until Giftig roared out and blew his load in me, and was rather unexpectedly re-penetrated by Tyke for a really fast and rough third fuck. As soon as Tyke had blown in me again, the two of them set about getting re-dressed, while I staggered over to the little bathroom in the trailer to clean myself up a bit. My aching hole was dripping cum, and with the heat of the moment over I suddenly felt very used. This had all happened so quickly, and as I used some tissues to clean off the cum from my arse and the sweat from the rest of my body, I felt a little stunned. But, deep within all that, I also felt some kind of hope that this would not be it for the night, and after re-dressing I headed out of the trailer to where Tyke and Giftig were smoking cigarettes to maybe see if I could find some way for more after their second set.

I was in heat again today, got on sniffles and reached out to both fuckbuds that bred me the other day. One of the studs/Mr.Tattoos was available. He came by, I was ass up and ready. He ate me out, I sucked him and squeezed his big balls, got him worked up as he was dripping and feeding me precum. I got on all fours, he got behind me and I slid my ass down his cock and fucked myself on him. He got so deep inside me, drilling and pushing me down as he positioned himself over me, slamming balls deep. It went on for awhile and finally he reached orgasm and I felt his cock throbbing as pulses of hot cum were deposited. The other young stud couldn’t meet, but an anon stud was out a huge uncut cock was interested. I gave him instructions to find me, he wanted me ass up and in position. I was, though I did see a a little of him. He was handsome as fuck, tall, fit, muscular, dark beard. He slid in, ravaged my hole and I matched his rhythm as I gripped his cock using my ass muscles. He fucked so good, hard, and beautifully. He definitely knew how to fuck and pleasure himself using my ass. He also finally unloaded after approx 15min ass assault. I really felt his thick and hard cock as it throbbed and shot cum deep in me. I plugged up and letting their loads absorb inside me tonight. Hoping for more cock and loads tomorrow. It seems the more cock and cum I take I become even more cock and cum starved. Also, it’s true about being cum drunk, I definitely felt that the other day and agin today

Chapter V (Part 1) It was a balmy summer evening in the bustling city, and the sun had barely dipped below the horizon when Ben stepped off the elevator onto the gleaming marble floor of the penthouse. He couldn't help but let out a low whistle as he took in the opulence that surrounded him. The place was a far cry from the cramped dorm room he'd been sharing with Tyler all year. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a breathtaking view of the skyline, the lights twinkling like a sea of diamonds. "Thanks for letting me crash here, man," Ben said, slapping Tyler on the back as he stepped into the living room. Tyler, his cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of apprehension, gave him a shy smile. "This place is insane” Ben continued.” And I need to pee. Point me to the bathroom?" "It's cool, right?" Tyler responded, his voice slightly shaky. "It's all Dad's. He's pretty chill, I think he will surprise you. Dad and Mitch will be home any minute and around that corner first door on the left is the nearest toilet.” Once inside the bathroom Ben quickly locked the door, a bit lost in his own thoughts and trying to temper his anxiety stared at himself in the mirror and considered what this moment meant for his future. Last year when their college released their housing assignments Ben could not believe his good luck when he saw who his roommate would be. Tyler’s father, Daniel, was one of the most accomplished people to ever work in American advertising. About ten years ago he was recruited from the large advertising agency he ran to help a floundering senate candidate overhaul his communication strategy and Daniel had been widely credited for turning around that entire campaign. With Daniel’s guidance the guy running for senate won, of course, and later became an astoundingly popular two-term President after running two hugely successful presidential campaigns that Daniel also just so happened to have managed. Now Daniel is paid thousands of dollars an hour to manage public relations for a handful of high-profile politicians and celebrities. Ben, a communications major himself, had learned about Tyler’s dad a few years ago after reading about him in one of those “40 under 40” stories about the 40 people under the age of 40 that basically everyone else aspires to be and Ben had followed Daniel’s career ever since. Tyler’s dad’s firm had an internship program that Ben would qualify for next summer. It was well understood within the industry that having that internship on your resume was priceless. Among the former interns were the communications director for a major TV network, a sports agent who had recently signed the largest NBA deal in history, and, of course, the White House press secretary. Ben’s dad was a former high school football star. His mom got pregnant with Ben during her senior year of high school and Ben’s dad, now a two-bit used car salesman, held an unreasonable grudge against Ben for somehow being the reason that his dad missed his shot at playing in the NFL. It was a tired cliché but none-the-less it was the reason Ben did not have much of a relationship with his own father. Tyler seemed to not understand what a big deal his dad was, and although Ben truly did adore him, he couldn’t help but be a little jealous of how close Tyler and his dad seemed to be. Tyler’s dad had the power to give Ben everything he had ever wanted; status, connections, money – it was what Ben dreamed about and finally the universe had put him in a position to maybe make it happen. Ben’s phone began to buzz with a text from Tyler: “Yo big guy, dad and Mitch are on their way up now. Meet us out on the terrace whenever you get done in there”. He ran the bathroom faucet and clapped some of the cold water on his face. This was it. Nerves be damned, it was go time. Making his way out on the terrace Ben identified each of the three guys. Daniel, the epitome of masculine elegance and success, a man that exudes confidence. He was dressed in tailored shorts and a polo shirt that clung to his athletic frame, showcasing his toned arms and broad chest and Ben quickly noticed the watch on Daniel’s wrists that easily cost more than Ben’s childhood home. Tyler, a spitting image of his father, had inherited his sharp wit and charisma, along with his penchant for lean, toned physiques. And then there was Mitch, the wild card, a tall man with rugged features whose past was etched in the lines of his taut, muscular body. After everyone had introduced himself to one another, the guys sat down to a chill BBQ dinner, the conversation flowed easily, and Ben felt a strange sense of belonging. And although he was comfortable here and everyone seemed very genuine and inviting, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something beneath the surface, something that Tyler wasn't telling him about this group dynamic. As the night grew darker, the atmosphere grew thick with the promise of something illicit. Ben, unaccustomed to such opulence, couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled into his bones. It was as if the penthouse itself held its breath, waiting for the secret to reveal itself. But the night was young, and the promise of a summer in the city was too enticing to let those feelings get the better of him. The meal was simple but delicious and the view of the city was like something from a movie. They talked and laughed, the stress of the past year and of meeting Tyler’s dad was melting away with each bite of steak and swig of cold beer. When the plates were cleared and the bottles emptied, the four men called it a night, retreating to their respective bedrooms. Ben, his mind racing with the excitement of the evening and the uncharted territory of the summer ahead, found sleep elusive. After a long video chat with his girlfriend back home, he slipped out of the plush guestroom bed, his cock already semi-hard from the little strip-tease she had given him before they ended their chat. He was thirsty and decided to make his way to the kitchen and grab a glass of water before forcing himself to sleep for the night. His bare feet whispered across the cold floor as he padded down the hallway, the only sound being the occasional muffled murmur from Tyler's room. As he approached the kitchen, the murmurs grew louder, more urgent. Ben's curiosity piqued, he slowed his steps, straining to listen. It sounded like Tyler was...moaning? He paused outside the bedroom door, his heart racing. The noises grew clearer, and Ben felt a strange mix of arousal and fear. He leaned in, pressing his ear to the wood. The door was slightly ajar, and as Ben pushed it open, his eyes widened in shock. There, on the king-sized bed, Daniel was buried to the hilt inside Tyler, his hips pumping rhythmically. Tyler's face was a mask of pleasure and pain, his body arched off the mattress as he took his father's thick, meaty cock. Ben was breathless as he listened to Daniel grunting to Tyler. “Fuck son, I almost forgot what a tight little hole you have. You feeling good son? You like having your dad’s cock open you up again?” Daniel moaned at Tyler. “Ughhhh fuckkkk dadddd you’re so big, so intense being filled up with my dad’s cock fuckkkkk”, Tyler moaned in response. When Ben heard this quick exchange between Tyler and his dad he noticed his cock begin to tent in his boxers. Ben quickly surveyed the room and there was Mitch, sitting in a chair against the wall, stroking his own monstrous member while clearly enjoying the father-son show. Ben watched as Mitch reached down and picked up a pipe and torch. His mouth hung open as he watched Mitch light the torch under the pipe and inhale, blowing out a huge cloud of thick white smoke into the room. What Ben did not realize was that as Mitch began to hit the pipe he had seen Ben in between the crack in the bedroom door. His years locked up taught him how to play it cool when you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, and although the sight of Ben spying was making his heart race adding a thrill of voyeurism to the evening, he pretended not to notice the boy. As Mitch blew out the cloud he noticed Ben's eyes widen in horror, and he rolled his eyes as he saw Ben fleeing back towards the kitchen. Panic began to flood through Mitch. He could not let their secret be exposed. It would ruin Daniel and destroy Tyler and Mitch was never, ever going to let that happen.

Part 5: A New Life With the truth loudly declared, and after only a couple of minutes of fucking me, Tyke slammed in and unloaded in my hole. My head, meanwhile, went into overdrive. “You’re poz?!” I squealed, all while his dick throbbed inside me. “Yes, we are toxic” said Giftig, suddenly giving my nipple a squeeze. At that point my brain basically shut down. I didn’t panic, I didn’t resist, I didn’t hopelessly try to escape. I just shut down. It was like I was outside my body now looking on, as Tyke withdrew and Giftig took his position. I just lay there as the older man’s thicker cock stretched me wider, and I said or did nothing as he fucked me roughly until he too unloaded what I now knew to be toxic cum into me. I remained there, just existed there, unable to really react as Tyke then stepped back up for a second round having already regained an erection. I just lay there as they left the room for a while, coming back eventually smelling of cigarettes and carrying some drinks. I was on some kind autopilot as Tyke gave me a few sips of water from a bottle, followed by Giftig sliding into me for his second pozzing of my hole of the evening. After that fuck, they released me from the sling and helped me stand up. Tyke handed me the bottle of water to drink from, and then Giftig gave me a glass of rum. Tyke draped a dressing gown over my shoulders, they both put one on themselves, and then they walked me back out into the living area and out on the balcony. Tyke lit up two cigarettes again and handed me one, and then they just looked at me as I smoked. “Why?” I eventually asked, speaking softly. They both hesitated, with even Giftig looking uncharacteristically unsure, before Tyke started talking and laid it all out for me. It turned out they had recognised me at the festival, having seen me at the front of the crowd in Panarica gawping at them on many previous occasions, and it just so happened that I was exactly what they were looking for. Tyke, it transpired, was feeling increasingly unhappy being solely a bottom in their relationship, and while they were happy to play with others to deal with this, he realised that what he actually wanted was a partner he could top. They had settled on the idea of bringing a third into their relationship, but had both wanted to be the ones to ‘make’ that guy. They had talked about me, realising long before I did that I wanted them, and Tyke had rather taken a liking to how I looked. They weren’t sure I was the one, obviously, but Tyke in particular had connected well with me at the cottage and decided I was worth pursuing. Where they might have suggested I go and get some PEP immediately after the festival if there had not been that connection, they knew they wanted me to be their new boy. What, it turned out, they were planning to offer me was that I move in with them. I could have the smaller guest room as my own, but I would be sleeping with one or both of them most of the time. I would keep working to have my own money, but would not have to pay rent or anything as I was there as the third member of a throuple in a wealthy household where no more income was needed. Furthermore, they would help get me started in the DJ world, if I wanted to move away from doing manual labour to something that was clearly a passion of mine. In short, they wanted me to be with them, and they wanted to make my dreams come true. It was all a lot to take in, and a long silence followed after Tyke finished. They did not feel the need to say anything more, and just kept me supplied with cigarettes and rum as I slumped into one of the balcony sofas and thought about what was happening to me. Obviously the alcohol loosened me up, but the clincher came when Tyke eventually moved to sit right next to me and put his arm round me. I leaned over and rested my head against his neck, and immediately began to realise that I did actually want this. I wanted to be theirs. Not because of the DJ opportunities, the fancy apartment, the chains or any of that. I wanted to be with Tyke. I wanted to get to know Giftig more now that I had seen glimpses of his softer side. I wanted this. “Yes” I said, rather quietly. “Yes?” Tyke whispered. “Yes” I said again, a little louder. “That is good” said Giftig, leaning over and gently rubbing my thigh. “I’m scared” I said. “Don’t be” said Tyke, squeezing me gently. “We will look after you.” I shifted my position to be able to turn my head to look up at him, and then pushed forward to plant my lips on his. He kissed me back deeply, before I pulled away and sat up properly, turning to face Giftig. He shuffled forward and off his chair so that he was kneeling in front of me, and I leaned forward and our lips met. He reached around and put his hand on the back of my head to pull me in for a deep kiss, his natural dominance being evident. As we kissed, Tyke shuffled forward next to me so he could put his other arm on Giftig’s shoulder, and then as we pulled back from the kiss he leaned in himself and took over the kissing of his boyfriend. Then he turned and kissed me again, before leaning back and looking between us with a smile on his face. “I’m getting cold” he said. “How about we go back inside and warm up?” He was not, of course, talking about just going and sitting indoors. Mere minutes later I was strapped to a padded bench in the playroom getting spitroasted, and then later on I was back in the sling but without my wrists held in place this time so I could lean forward and touch their tattooed torsos or rub my own dick after freeing it from the jockstrap. Then, after a shower together in their huge en suite, we went to bed to sleep. I nodded off with my face close to Tyke’s and Giftig’s thick cock lodged inside me, and in the early hours I was woken up to him beginning to fuck me again. After he had blown another poz load in me, Tyke had me turn and lie on my front so he could slide in and gently fuck - or perhaps even make love - to me while Giftig gently stroked my head. More sleep followed, and then late morning we were back in the shower for a sensual chain-fuck under the hot water. Tyke cooked us an amazing brunch after that, and we talked about what was to come, both in terms of me moving in as well as my eventual but inevitable conversion. They put my mind at ease on that front, so that I focused my rising panic on the process of talking to my mum. I won’t bore you with the details of the next week, nor the conversations with both of my uncles as they were called upon by my mum to try, as they saw it, to talk some sense into me. Things were definitely strained with my family when I eventually loaded my stuff into Giftig’s SUV and left home, but I figured they would get used to my various bombshells eventually. I did not, of course, talk at all about my looming conversion, and decided I probably never would. I wanted them to know I was gay, but they did not need to know about the HIV when it eventually became part of me. I had only been living with the guys for a couple of days when I started to feel like shit. They nursed me through the flu, and then when I was mostly better Tyke took me to a clinic to confirm the result. However, what surprised me a little was his encouragement to get the prescriptions and treatment regime I needed, and on the way back he told me that he and Giftig were going to go back on meds too. “I’m not saying we’ll not occasionally want to go back to sharing with others who want it from us” he said, “but I want us to be happy and healthy together for a while so we can figure all this out.” Life settled down, with me continuing to do the landscaping thing by day, while learning more from Tyke and even occasionally Giftig on how to DJ properly by night. Through them I eventually got a regular gig in a club in Watford, choosing the name DJ Tamulus after a type of pale scorpion I found online. After a few months there I managed to get a gig as an occasional stand-in at a venue in Camden, where I was so well-received by the crowd that the owners took me on full-time to replace one of their regulars when she decided to move to Ibiza. That started to bring in enough that I was able to quit landscaping, and the extra time I had really gave me the boost I needed to properly focus on getting better as a DJ. Tyke said I was a natural, and I soon started getting properly noticed now that was at a more respected venue. It wasn’t long before Giftig managed to get Panarica interested, and barely a year after my trip to the festival, I was rostered on as the newest of the house DJs there. My style seemed to fit perfectly as the warm-up for Giftig and Tyke, so our lives got very convenient thereafter. That brings me to today, as I lie here writing this from a trailer at the old airfield where my life changed just two years ago. I have already done my first set at the festival, and am just waiting for G&T (as I call them) to finish with theirs. We’ll have an hour or so before I’m due back on stage, so I’m here on my front with a buttplug inserted so that they can just have at me when they get back. I love my life. I love my tattoos. I love my chains. I love my job. I love Giftig. I particularly love Tyke. And, I have realised, I love that I carry a bit of both of them in me wherever I go. They set me free, they gave me everything, and I could not be happier. But I best go, as I can hear their set has ended which means I am about to be the hog in an adrenaline-fuelled spit roast. Bring it on… THE END

Part 4: The Penthouse The week seemed to grind by, as I slogged away on a new garden layout in Hampstead while I felt my well-used arse get less tender with each passing day. Friday evening finally rolled around, and after getting home, showering and lying on my bed for a bit to recover after work, I got myself ready to go out. By then I had managed to get to a sex shop after work one evening to pick up some supplies, so I was able to clean out my hole, pop in a buttplug and then put on a jockstrap, so that I would be ready for Giftig and Tyke whenever and wherever they decided to pick up where we’d left off on the Sunday. I donned my boots, jeans, a black tank top and jacket, and headed off to Panarica. When I got there I was a bit nervous at first, but sure enough I was on the list and was let in a separate door that led to the VIP area on one side of the floor near the stage. I felt a bit out of place there, so just got myself the occasional rum and coke and otherwise stood at the edge of the area where I had the best view of the stage. Just before Giftig and Tyke were due on as the main DJ act, I felt my phone buzz with a message: Be ready to go when we’re done, and we’ll meet you at the door next to the bar. T My heart started racing, but I texted back a thumbs up and then got myself another drink to steady my nerves. I then didn’t drink anything more as I watched them come on stage and immediately whip the crowd into a frenzy with their awesome set. Each of them gave me the occasional look, and I even saw Giftig smile and wink at me at one point. I couldn’t help but marvel at how much my life had changed in the last week. As their set reached its climax, I went over to the bar and found the door Tyke had mentioned. Not wanting to appear suspicious I stood a little way away from it and cheered with the crowd as the set ended, and then just moments later the door opened and Tyke partially came through. He saw me and motioned for me to follow him through, so I hurried after him and down a long corridor backstage that led to a back door. Giftig was already waiting in the SUV, so I climbed in the back and we set off. They both wound down their windows and lit up cigarettes, so I decided it was OK to do the same and have my first smoke in a few hours. Then we settled back as we drove to a modern development pretty close to Canary Wharf, where Giftig took the car into an underground car park. From there we headed through some doors into a loft lobby, and took the elevator up to the top floor where there were only two apartments on the small corridor. We went inside one of them, and my mouth dropped open at the sheer size and luxury of the place. It was open plan with marble floors and stylish fittings and furniture, and windows all around with amazing views of the river and the skyscrapers nearby. Tyke headed straight over to a set of doors out into a large balcony, and I followed him out while Giftig disappeared into a small corridor off which there were a few doors. “Wow” I said, as I stood next to Tyke and took in the view. “I know” he said, as he lit up two cigarettes and then handed me one. “It never gets old.” “You guys must be loaded” I said. “G is” chuckled Tyke. “I’m just along for the ride.” Tyke and I chatted for a little bit while we smoked, before Giftig joined us outside. I did not turn around when I heard him come outside as I was watching a plane coming in low over the skyscrapers. However, he almost immediately reached around from behind me and grabbed hold of my jacket collar, pulling it back to take it off me. I moved my arms to allow him to successfully remove it, and then heard it drop to the floor. I was about to turn around when a very large silver chain descended into view as Giftig lifted it over my head and down onto my chest. It was much bigger than the one I had worn at the cottage, and it felt very heavy when it came to rest on my torso and he fastened it behind my neck. He then gripped my hand and turned me round, gently pulling my arm towards him. Tyke then reached over and placed a huge bracelet on my wrist, which Giftig fastened underneath, and then they did the same with the other wrist. These pieces were huge, although still not as big as what each of them was wearing. “For you” said Giftig. “What?” I asked. “He means they’re now yours” said Tyke, causing my mouth to drop open. “What?” I asked again. “They are for you” said Giftig, giving me a rare smile. “I like you in chains.” I stammered as I tried to take in what he was saying, causing them both to laugh. “Come on” said Tyke, “let’s go and give you some more gifts.” He went inside, but before Giftig could follow I grabbed his wrist. He turned to face me, and I leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. He was a bit rigid, possibly startled, at first, but then put his hand on the back of my head and took over as the dominant one. He then pulled back with a smile on his face. “Thank you” I said softly, “I don’t know what to say.” “I am happy that you like them” he replied, with a grin forming. “Now you can show me that you thank me.” We went inside and headed down the corridor, passing an open door to an opulent master bedroom until we reached another one that had been set up for playing. I gawped at the way it was decorated, with pictures of stylised scorpions all over the place, black leather furniture everywhere, a whole shelf lined with dildos, and all sorts of other kinky stuff. In the centre was a big metal frame with a leather sling hanging from it, and Tyke’s position next to it and the look on his face told me that this is where they wanted me. I quickly stripped until I was just wearing my jock and the new chains, and then walked over to Tyke. He turned me round and helped me lift up onto the end of the leather sling, and then I lay back and shuffled into a position he was happy with. They each then took a leg and raised it up, securing my ankles with a thick padded leather cuff hanging from each chain. They then did the same with my wrists, albeit those were secured onto the chains with hooks that they slipped under my new bracelets. My heart was racing as I realised I was securely locked in place, and all I could do was watch as they each stripped naked and then helped each other dress into the same leather gear they had worn in the cottage, with the addition of black leather chaps this time. Tyke then took up position by my hole, crouched down out of sight, and then caused me to both jump and moan out loud as he pulled out the small buttplug and then began to lick and finger my hole. Given the plug had kept me loosened up he did not waste much time with the foreplay though, and after only a couple of minutes he stood back up, pressed his cock to my hole, and pushed in. “Oh yeah” I groaned, “fuck me.” “Yeah?” Tyke said. “You want us to fuck you?” “Yeah” I panted, arching my back up a bit and closing my eyes as he started to slowly slide in and out of me. “You want us to fill you with cum again?” he continued. “Yeah” I moaned, “I want you to breed me all night!” I rested my back down on the sling again and opened my eyes to look at him, right as he and Giftig were exchanging a grin with each other. “You like our tattoos” asked Giftig from next to me, causing me to turn my head and look at the scorpion on his torso. “Yeah” I panted, as Tyke began to increase in speed. “You want one yourself?” Giftig asked, reaching out and rubbing his hand on my torso. “Yeah” I panted again. “Good” he said. “We will make sure you get one.” “Because” said Tyke, through gritted teeth as he hammered away at me, “it means we’re poz, and soon you will be too!”

Part 3: The Cottage Eventually we pulled into the car park of what looked like an old mansion, but Giftig kept driving through it and got the car onto a driveway leading into the estate. Some way into the site we reached a set of cottages, and he stopped the car in front of one of them. We all climbed out and headed inside, where I saw that it was actually a large and modern one-bedroom apartment that seemed to be set up as hotel accommodation. “We shower” said Giftig, before disappearing into the bedroom and closing the door. Tyke watched him go, and then went back outside and lit up a cigarette on the path up to the cottage. Not knowing what else to do, I followed him out and lit one up myself. “When you said you were in a hotel, I thought you meant a Travelodge or something” I said quietly, causing Tyke to grin. “G would rather drive back overnight than stay in one of those” he said. “Are you two… together?” I asked. “Yeah” said Tyke. “We don’t make a big deal about it, and most people think we’re just a DJ double-act.” “I did too” I said. “But we’re open” he continued. “We play with others, sometimes together, sometimes alone.” “Cool” I said. “What about you?” he asked. “You got a boyfriend?” “I, er, I didn’t know I was into men” I said, after a pause. “Until tonight.” “You mean we were your first?” he asked. “Yeah” I said. “Then the security guards.” “Sorry about that” he said, the grin gone from his face. “G likes to keep those guys sweet with the occasional gift.” “It was OK” I said. “I kind of liked it.” “Guess we found ourselves a proper cumdump” Tyke chuckled, though I could not help but cough at hearing myself described in that way. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, just enjoy that you’ve found out who you are.” We stood in silence for a little bit finishing off our cigarettes, but with no sign of Giftig we both lit up another. We started talking about music, what it was like being a DJ, and my own love of the whole scene. For a moment I almost forgot why I was really there, instead revelling in the opportunity to talk to someone I really admired about his work and his passions. However, the sounds of Giftig emerging from the bedroom brought me back down to earth. “My turn” said Tyke, stubbing out the last of his cigarette and heading inside to go and shower. I stood there on the path for a little longer, before going back inside. Giftig was opening bottles of beer, and handed me one when he saw me approach. “Drink” he said, “then you shower.” “OK” I replied, before taking a swig of beer. “Then we go to bed” he said. “Tomorrow we stay here, and drive back on Sunday. You can stay.” “You mean all weekend?” I asked. “Yes” Giftig replied, before striding past me and out the door to light a cigarette. I stood there for a moment, my heart suddenly racing at the prospect of potentially being used all day by these two men, but I then fished my phone out of my pocket and emailed my mum to say that I had met some people and was going to stay another night. It was far too late at night to text her, but I knew she would be checking her email as she always did every morning, so figured that would be enough. Then I put my phone back in my pocket and, despite having just smoked two with Tyke, went outside to have another cigarette with Giftig. We did not speak at all while I was out there, with him instead coming to stand next to me and rub his hand on my arse while we smoked. It was such a turn-on, further cementing for me that I was clearly gay. Tyke took a lot less time in the shower than Giftig had, and when he appeared by the door with just a towel round him, we went inside and I headed for the bedroom. I stripped naked, then went into the bathroom and got in the shower. After getting myself clean, I got out and used a hand towel to get dry as they had already used and soaked the two larger ones. I then opened the bathroom door and went out into the bedroom completely naked. I was somewhat taken aback to see they had both put on some other accessories alongside their huge silver chains, with Tyke wearing a thick leather collar and matching cuffs on his wrists and ankles, while Giftig was now wearing a leather harness and a black leather Muir cap. Sitting on the bed was a black leather jock, as well as a very chunky silver chain and matching bracelets. “My older set” said Tyke, noticing me looking at the jewellery. “Put it all on.” I did as instructed, slipping the jock on before donning the chains, amazed at how heavy they felt despite being smaller than what either of the other two men was wearing. “Nice” said Tyke. “On the bed” said Giftig. I climbed on the bed on all fours, and they positioned themselves at either end of me. With only a minimal fingering of my hole to loosen it up again, I soon had Giftig buried inside me while I opened my mouth to swallow Tyke’s cock. I moaned around the cock down my throat as Giftig began to pound me hard, and Tyke eventually pulled out of my mouth to let me take a few huffs of poppers. Then he presented his cock to me again, and with my head starting to fly, I swallowed it back down. As it turned out, I ended up being in that position for quite a lot of the next 36 hours. Aside from when they were fucking me, we spent Saturday eating amazing food that Tyke prepared in the small kitchen, chilling with drinks, napping, and talking about music. Giftig was not very chatty, but Tyke and I had a lot in common and I really enjoyed getting to know him better. I also got to see a bit more into the normal dynamic of their relationship when Tyke bottomed for Giftig a couple of times, albeit while he was buried inside me as well. They also briefly double-fucked me late on the Saturday, but went back to spit-roasting when it became clear that I was not yet able to accommodate them both without being in a lot of discomfort. Sunday morning eventually rolled around, and after I took a couple more loads, we eventually packed up and headed out to the car. I sat in the back and rested for the drive back to London, shifting around a bit as the weekend-long initiation into bottoming had left me quite sore. Once we got back to London I asked them to drop me near to my house so I could walk the rest of the way home, but before I left Tyke gave me his number and told me to come by the club on the Friday night as I would be on the guest list. “You stay with us after” said Giftig, not really sounding like he was offering but more instructing. I made a mental note to tell my mum I would be out all night as a result. Then, they sped off as I watched them go. I stood on the street for a while, trying to gather my thoughts. I eventually picked up my tent and rucksack from the pavement, and set off towards home while I focused on concocting a believable story about what I had been up to on my extra day in the country. I settled on a variation of the truth involving an opportunity to learn some DJ stuff from a couple of the performers and their friends, and was able to minimise the time spent talking to my mum before I could get upstairs and fall flat onto my bed. Despite how busy my head was, I was soon sound asleep.

Part 2: The Festival Continues “Are you camping tonight?” Tyke asked, as I lit a cigarette of my own with his lighter. “Yeah” I said, “brought a little tent with me”. “You stay with us” said Giftig, more as a command than an offer. “We will have more sex.” “We’re at a hotel nearby” Tyke said. “You can come back with us in the car after.” “Er, thanks, er, yeah, that would be great” I stuttered. “You better go and get your stuff from wherever you left it” Tyke said. “Bring it back here, but hurry up so we’re not late.” I nodded, then turned and briskly walked off while still smoking my cigarette. I got a couple of weird looks from the guys at the cloakroom tent where backstage visitors could leave their stuff, and I’m pretty sure I heard one of them giggle that I smelled of cum as I walked away with my rucksack and the tent. I didn’t care though, and just hurried back to the trailer. Tyke opened the door for me and I hurled my stuff in, before they strode off with me in pursuit. Giftig was talking on his mobile as we walked, but with me being behind them and the pulsing sounds of the current DJ’s set emanating from the stage, I could not hear any of what was being said. When we reached the stage I went to show the security guard my wristband, but he stopped me and another couple of guards who had been hanging around came over to me. They pointed in the direction of a small cabin back at the bottom of the stairs up to the stage, and given I could not hear a word over the music, I complied and headed down there with them behind me. I went inside and found it was actually a small toilet block that was presumably placed close to the stage so the security guards would not be gone for long if nature called. The two guards were right behind me, and the second one in closed and locked the door behind him. “Take your trousers off and bend over” said the first one. “Gift and Ty want you loose and wet for tonight” said the second. I should have freaked and fought against it, but that desire I had felt to continue being used as I had been cleaning myself up a few minutes before had not dissipated, so I readily undid and shucked off my jeans, before bending over in the small space and leaning on the sink. The first guard took up position behind me, fingered my hole for a moment, and then began to push his cock into me. I could not suppress a yelp as it felt dry and painful, and I was relieved when he pulled out, presumably applied some lube, and then pushed in again with a lot less grief the second time. He then set to fucking, as I propped myself against the sink and took the pounding. After a while I turned away from the sink and looked to the other guard, who was standing with his trousers open rubbing his cock as he watched his colleague fuck me. I just happened to be looking in his direction when he pulled off his black polo shirt to cope with the rising heat in the room, and it was at that point I saw he had the same symbol tattooed on him as Tyke did, only smaller and positioned at the bottom of his stomach just above his balls. I also noticed how wet the end of his cock was, and wondered if he would actually end up blowing from how hard he was stroking it while watching me get fucked. However, his colleague accelerated and blew into me before that happened, and sure enough they soon swapped places. As the second guard slid into my wet hole, his colleague watched for a moment before approaching me with his own dripping cock presented for my attention. I swivelled a bit so I was still supporting myself on the sink with one arm while I opened wide to take the cock that had just been inside me into my mouth. It was then that I noticed this guard also had a small tattoo in the same place on his body as his colleague, only this one was of a scorpion with its tail trailing down to his cock. I missed the entirety of Giftig and Tyke’s second set, as after the first two guards had bred me, I was instructed to stay in the cabin and help out the rest of the security staff if they required it. I therefore had the odd experience of just standing or sitting on the floor in there for over an hour, administering blowjobs or bending over to be fucked by three more men, and also awkwardly watching-but-not-watching three others take a piss in the toilet. I was not completely ignorant of the world, and thus was quite relieved that none of them had wanted me to be the toilet. Eventually the first two guards came back for me, and escorted me to the trailer where I was told to wait. I took the opportunity to have a couple of cigarettes while I sat on the step of the trailer, feeling the cum dripping out into my underwear. Eventually Giftig and Tyke returned, and even in the relatively low light levels now that night had fallen, I could tell they were smirking at me. They gathered their things in the trailer, tossed me my bag and tent, and then walked off - with me following - to a black SUV in the truck-filled parking area backstage. Giftig climbed into the driver’s side, while Tyke opened up one of the rear doors, pulled a scrunched-up towel over to cover the seat, and then motioned for me to get in before he joined Giftig up front. “Did you have some fun?” Giftig asked, as he manoeuvred us out of the site and onto a quiet road leading away from it. “Yes” I said quietly. “But I missed your second set.” “We’ll make it up to you tonight with a personal show” said Tyke, as Giftig chuckled. I could not help but smile to myself, and then turned to looked out of the window at the darkened countryside as we drove in silence.

Part 9 - The Finale I looked up at Aaron as James wrapped a band around Aaron's arm and tightened it. Joe handed James a syringe that was filled with a clear liquid. James held it up and pushed the plunger and pushed a small amount of liquid out. He moved over to Aaron and carefully inserted it into a vein in his arm. He pulled the plunger back until red started to appear in the syringe. He released the band and more red appeared. The syringe was removed from Aaron and was placed in front of my face. I stared at it. "This is it for you, my newly poz, son. The final step in your conversion. Once my AIDS blood goes into you, you will be mine forever." "Thank you, Sir. Convert me. Please make me yours." "Joe. Release his arm from his handcuffs. I want him to do this willingly." Joe grabbed a key and unlocked my arms. They were sore and stiff from being locked for so long. I brought them down to my side. James grabbed the band and tightened it around my left arm. He took the syringe from Aaron and carefully inserted it into my vein. "Push the plunger in, slut. Become mine." I carefully wrapped my hand around the syringe and looked at Aaron. He smiled at me. I turned my gaze back to the syringe and slowly pushed the plunger until all of the liquid disappeared. James released the band. As before, I started to feel the warmth overtaking me. James took the syringe from my hand and withdrew it from my arm. The warmth continued to overtake me and my need to cough became desperate. I started to float in the clouds. I lost track of my surroundings and time. At times, I thought I was being fucked. Other times, I don't think I was. At times, I thought I saw a large group of people around me. Other times, it seemed like there was only a couple of people in the room. When the clouds started to clear, I looked around. There was just one person left in the room. It was Aaron. "Looks like you are coming back to me. You had quite the ride in the clouds." "How long?" I struggled to get the words out. "We've been partying all night. It's 8am now. James and Joe headed home a while ago." The clouds continued to clear. A glass was handed to me. I started to sit up higher on the bed and drank the liquid down. "Yes son. Drink the juice. It will help you feel better. I am going to be here with you until you are good." "What else happened?" "Well. After that AIDS blood slam, the party continued. We invited several guys over. Some we knew. Some we found on the apps. Everyone got a bunch of loads last night. Some were poz. Some were probably neg. Who knows. I know both James and Joe took a few loads. Many went in you. Heck. Even I took a couple." My head was continuing to clear. "I'm going to have to check out today." "No problem. You have a few more hours. You should be fine by then. I put our numbers in your phone. You are part of our family now. If for some reason our seed doesn't take, we want you to come back and we will continue until you do convert. If you get the fuck flu, we want you to come back and we will have a ceremony and take care of you." "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome, son. There is so much we want you to explore. Once you get the fuck flu, we will want to take you to the baths so you can breed some guys. Gotta spread our seed while it is extra potent. We also want you to be there when I get the extra drop added to my tattoo. We would also love for you to get a matching biohazard tattoo on your shoulder but there is no rush there." "I'd like that. Thank you, Sir. May I jump in the shower real quick?" "Of course, son. While you shower, I will go grab you some breakfast." I slowly climbed off the bed. I felt unsteady for a moment but quickly steadied myself. I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. The water warmed quickly and I got in. The water felt good pouring over me. I lathered up my hands with soap and ran them over my body. I ran my soapy hands over my limp cock and worked back to my fuckhole. It was a little sore and felt looser. I finished lathering up and rinsed off. I stopped the shower and stepped out and dried off. I heard the room door open and close. I finished drying off and combed my hair. I stepped out of the bathroom. "I got you a breakfast sandwich and some more juice." "Thank you, Sir." I unwrapped the sandwich and gulped it down. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. I drank the juice. I got an immediate boost from eating and drinking. "You feeling better now, son?" "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." "If you are feeling better, you better start getting packed so you can check out." "Yes Sir. I should probably get heading home soon." "OK, son. I will leave you to it. The good news is that we used all of your party supplies so you don't need worry about crossing the border with it." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I got up and walked him to the door. I was starting to get extra emotional as we were about to part ways. He grabbed me and pulled me close and hugged me tightly. With that, he turned, opened the door and left. I felt an emptiness that I had never felt before. It was like a part of me had left. Sadly, I turned and started packing up. I knew I had to get out of there and make the long trip home. As I finished packing, my phone buzzed. "Hello son. I know you are sad but don't worry. Soon, you will be back here with your poz family. Have a safe trip and see you soon." I typed back a reply. "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir. I can't wait to be back with my maker and poz brothers." I smiled and finished packing. I headed down to check out and then make the long drive home. Before this weekend, I thought I knew my purpose but it had changed. My purpose now was to become part of my new poz family. The drive home was uneventful. I spent the rest of the day unpacking, doing stuff around the house and getting ready for work. The entire time, I was thinking about what I remembered from the weekend and hoping to repeat it. A few weeks later, I got very sick. I texted my poz family and told them I was sick. They told me to come to them. On Friday, I took off from work and drove to Toronto. While I was excited to see my poz family, I was also exhausted from being sick. I parked in a garage and headed into his apartment complex. I rang the buzzer and headed up. When I got to his door, Aaron opened it and let me in. He had a huge smile on his face. "Come in, son. Time to take care of you." He showed me in and led me to a small bedroom. "Strip and get into bed." I struggled but pulled my clothes off and slipped into bed. Aaron got in next to me and hugged me. "You are being reborn, son. Soon, you will be free." I dozed off to sleep in his arms. A few hours later, I woke up to find myself alone in bed. Moments later, Aaron came into the room carrying a tray with a bowl on it. "Glad you are awake, son. I have some soup for you. It will help you feel better." I sat up in bed and he placed the tray down. I slowly ate the soup. It was tough for me to eat but it tasted very good. "I know it is tough to eat and you aren't feeling good but we really want to take you out to spread our seed." "Yes Sir." I continued to eat slowly and felt a bit better with each bite. After I finished, I slid out of bed and grabbed my tray. I carried it out to the kitchen where I found Aaron. "Let me take that from you. You didn't need to get out of bed." I handed him my tray and sat on a stool. "Thank you, Sir. That was very good soup. It is already making me feel better." "That's good, son. I am glad you liked it. Take these. They are Tylenol. They should help." I took the pills and swallowed them with a glass of water. There was a knock at the door. "They're here, son. Think you can let them in?" "Yes Sir." I got up and walked over to the door. I opened it and saw Joe and James. They had big smiles on their faces. James exclaimed, "HEY! Glad you are here." He burst into the room and hugged me tightly. As soon as he released me, Joe pulled me into a tight hug. He released me and both headed over toward the kitchen. They both hugged Aaron. "How are you feeling, Greg?" "I'm struggling but I am ok." "That's good. Your seed is extra potent right now. We need to get you out there and spreading it." "I will be fine. I am excited to spread your seed." "Good. Do you feel up to showering?" "Yes Sir." "OK. Good. Let me show you the way." Aaron and I walked down the hall to the bathroom. "Here is the bathroom. You will see that there is a douching station in the shower. Please be clean inside and out. Hopefully, you can get a few more strains today as well." "Yes Sir." I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I got undressed and stepped into the shower. I turned on the water and got underneath. It felt good. I grabbed the douching kit and inserted it. After thoroughly douching, I finished showering. I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I stepped out of the bathroom, went into the bedroom and got into a jock and some comfortable clothes. I walked back out to the living room. "There he is. Feel better?" "Yep. The shower helped. It feels good to be all clean inside and out." "Good. Ready to go?" "Yes Sir." "Good. James, can you get us an Uber so we can go?" "Sure thing." "Good. Greg. Here are the rules. We are going to go around together. When we find a good candidate, we are going to want you to breed them. Do you want a Viagra?" "Sure. It should help." "OK. Also, drop your pants. I want to fit you with a cock ring." I pulled my pants down and Aaron returned with several cock rings in different sizes. I fit each one around until one seemed just the right size. "That looks good. Take if off for now." I pulled it off and took the Viagra pill that James offered me and swallowed it along with some water. I pulled my pants back up. "Uber is here. Let's go." With that, we headed down to catch a ride. We made idle conversation on our ride. After a little bit, we arrived in front of Steamworks. We checked in and I wandered to find my room while my poz family got changed in their lockers. After a few minutes, there was a knock on my door. I opened it and Aaron was there. "The guys are wandering the halls looking for a candidate. You ready?" "Yes Sir." "Good. Let's go." With that, I grabbed the key and we wandered around. After checking out the darkroom and several hallways, we stopped at an open door. Inside, James and Joe were on each side of a young twink. They were running their hands all over him, grabbing his butt, rubbing his chest, and pinching his nipples. Aaron and I stood in the doorway enjoying the view. Joe put his hands on the twink's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees in front of him. The bottom looked scared with Joe's hard cock just inches away from his face. "Go ahead boy. What are you waiting for? Suck my cock." The twink tentatively wrapped his hand around Joe's cock and moved closer. He opened his mouth and slowly brought Joe's hard cock into his mouth. He managed to only get the head into his mouth. "First time, boy?" The twink pulled the cock out of his mouth and said "Yeah. I've never been with a guy before." A smile crept across Joe's face. "Great. Glad we found you. We will break you in and show you your true purpose. We brought one of our friends with us tonight. It's his first time too. Maybe he can be the first to fuck you." Joe motioned for me to come in and I stepped into the room with Aaron following close behind. The twink looked over at me with a worried look. I pulled my jock off and stepped closer. My cock was already hard. The twink tentatively opened his mouth again and licked the head of my cock. It was obvious that he did not know what he was doing. Joe asked "Are you ready to get fucked boy?" The twink pulled back and nodded. "Good. Get up on the bed in doggie." The twink got in position on the bed. I climbed on the bed behind him. The twink grabbed a condom and handed it back to me. "You won't need the condom, boy. Like I said, it's Greg's first time too. That's why we are here." "You sure?" "Of course. Believe me. It will be more memorable without." "OK." With that, I got close to the bottom. My cock was rock hard and leaking precum. I grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock. I rubbed my hard cock through his crack and paused when I got to his tight fuckhole. James produced a bottle of poppers and held it in front of the boy. "Inhale boy. It will make it go easier." The boy breathed in through his nose. "Again and hold it." He sniffed again and held it. At that moment, I slowly pushed in. The boy was very tight but I took it slow. "You're doing good boy. Keep inhaling." His tight fuckhole relaxed and I continued to push in until I was fully inside him. I held still for a moment and enjoyed the feeling. I slowly withdrew until just the head was inside and then slowly pushed in again. I pulled back again and pushed in again. I heard the twink moan and felt his hole squeeze my cock. My cock spasmed. I started to slowly fuck the boy. With every thrust, the boy moaned and I felt his hole grab my cock. I grabbed his hips and started to pick up the pace. I knew it wouldn't be long. I felt a hand touch my shoulder. Then, I heard him. It was Aaron. "Do it, son. Breed him. Give him your toxic poz load." I pushed hard and my cock started to spasm. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I felt my toxic load filling the boy. Then, I felt it. His fuckhole grabbed my cock hard. Milking more of my toxic cum out of me. "Look at that. He's a natural bottom. Cumming his first time that he got fucked." I slowly pulled out and Aaron took my place. He pushed into the boy in one motion until he was fully inside. The boy started to object but I moved up next to him and whispered in his ear. "It's fine, boy. It's too late for you." I smiled. I had come full circle.

I'm up for the challenge if I am spun, but there is a difference between a guy inflicting pain because he is huge as opposed to someone who is being sadistic and wants to hurt you. Having anal fissures can bring you sex life to a crashing halt if you normally bottom. A competent, well hung top hopefully knows what he is doing and can allow you time to become comfortable with his length or girth. If I get the impression that he doesn't know what the hell he is doing I am out of there, and I am a patient guy who doesn't normally "throw in the towel". If he's an experienced top, the two of you can figure out a way to make it work.

I honestly DID NOT BELIEVE that the EU practiced intense media censorship. From what you say, regarding the apparent poor quality news broadcasting, this will go against every standard the EU is built on. In Australia we have the ABC & SBS (both Fed government initiatives) who provide equal coverage of Trumps totally disastrous policies as well as the resulting civil demonstrations & unrest. The commercial channels, 7, 9, 10 & their subsidiaries also provide coverage of both sides. Barring censorship I can think of no reason for this lack of daily reporting of Trumps ACTIONS & the resulting REACTIONS of his opponents. The Democratic Party themselves are not yet forthcoming with any effective responses but the Civil responses have involved hundreds of thousands on multiple fronts.

I love the visual with golden showers and they way it feels on the skin all wet and silky. However if it's chem piss definitely a piss enema so both are equally great in different ways.

Piss enema in some other fags ass and then have him blow it in my face/down my throat.

Toxic dick ❤️

Part 5 I was pissed, but did I have any right to be? So Tom and Tag had asked for a few minutes alone, said they had some brotherly bonding to take care of before absconding to the backseat of my fucking car. “Easy, Griff” I tried to calm myself down. This was to be expected, Tom and Tag needed to clear the air and have some naked time together to get it all out in the open. I just didn’t like this feeling. This feeling like I was being abandoned. Daddy issues, you know. But I was hardly being left alone. I made my way to the back of the club to my favorite room here: Room 3. I opened the door and entered and was immediately enchanted by the groans and grunts of man on man pig sex and action. This was the sling room and I apparently had the luck of timing because there was a sling to the right of the room that was open. I quickened my pace and hoisted myself into it. I’d barely had time to settle before I felt a slap on my now exposed ass. “There he is, my sexy little Griffin” “Colin! It’s been too long.” and it had been. I gazed up at him in astonishment. Colin was here? Colin was back? Colin had been where it had all started for Tom and I. A sexy, Scottish, mid-30’s ad-exec, no nonsense, svelte and muscles. He had the most perfect cut 8” cock and was a dominant man who knew how to take charge and turn two innocent uni boys he met at a club into his new chemmed up pig sluts. “Griff, where’s your other half.” “He’s here- off with his little brother right now. We’re… following your lead and showing him the way.” “What a good little slut I’ve trained.” Colin said as he began to worry his fingers against my anal ring. I moaned. Then his full lips were on mine and I’d forgotten the force of his kisses, they now felt like a reclamation. “I want my turn with the new kid tonight.” he growled a whisper in my ear. “You, Tom and Him will be coming back to mine after. Is that understood?” It wasn’t a request. My dick lurched at the command. “Yes, Sir!” Colin had left the states for a few months for business- “When didn’t you get back? How long are you-” “Shhhhh-” he said as he lined up his fuckstick with my hole “Do you want to exchange niceties?” He spat on his cock then punch it into my cunt fully in on go “Or do you want me to slam you up, use you and fuck and fist this pretty little hole, Griffin?” My jaw fell open. For a moment, in the shock nothing came out, then a gutteral groan before I screamed “fuck yes, Master.” “Master?! What happened to sir. Griffin, if you want me to be your master, I would take you under my wing and show you realms you’d never dreamed of. But only you. I am sir to many, but master to one. Think about it. You and Tom- Well, you would need to separate. Could you do that?” “We’re not a couple but-” “But your best mates who do everything together. Everything. We’d still have fun with Tommy boy, but I’d want you to myself too, Griff. Think about it. We’ll have a discussion over dinner in two nights time. But for now. Let’s fuck.” With that he pulled out two syringes and I knew this night was about to get so much better. My mind swam with his offer as I tied my arm off and got ready. Tom and I had been on this adventure together, and now we were going to bring Tag in and it would be us three. But Colin… his offer was kinda the next step in what I wanted to explore. And Tom, as wild as he was. He has limits… limits I just don’t want to play by anymore. And if Tom and Tag want time together alone now, maybe their path is together as a duo. But- Like Colin said- tonight isn’t about serious decisions. Tonight is about serious fucking. “Cheers, mate” we clinked syringes then brought them to our ties off elbows. I concentrated on the crook of mine where there was a nice, fat vein. It went right in- I registered right away and was quickly pushing down on the plunger, I hadn’t even asked how much was in this one. “What a slut” I mumbled to myself. The now empty syringe was pulled from my arm’ tourniquet removed and needle capped. Colin finished around the same time and disappeared the supplies on a table next to us. The way this slam hit just right made me believe in miracles. I’ve slammed before and I’ll slam again but this slam was some kind of special. I was coughing and tasting and overwhelmed as the heat came over me. Colin’s gaze turned devilishly piggy as his rush hit him and he coughed as well. He bucked his hip forward reminding me I was impaled on his throbbing 8 inches. I wish I could tell you more about this rush but there’s just no differentiating where it began and I ended. It was so consuming. Colin and I were like fire and air, consuming each other with a ferocity that could not be contained. I could tell others were watching and I could feel cocks in my hand or occasional loas shoot onto me, but all I remained focused on was the man fucking me. He would occasionally tell me to “turn my head like a good slut” and I’d feel a new cock in my mouth, grateful for it but trying to keep my eyes on his. I’d lost track of time but felt the exact moment he blasted his load into me growling “I want you to be mine boy. I want to be your Master, to breed this beautiful cunt and destroy you like you’re my property. Because you will be my property.” With those words I felt his cum burst inside me and I came hands free. We basked in the afterglow, trying to get our breath back. He withdrew and I groaned. Another lined up as if to fuck me next. “Back off!” Colin warned him, and he did.I smirked. “C’mon Griff, we’re going.” “Going? You promised to fist me though. He advanced on me, still in the sling and grabbed around my neck pulling me in for a brutal, crusking kiss, then lowered to my neck and sucked to claim. I knew he was leaving his mark. He then whispered in my ear “You will follow me boy, because I need to get you out of here. I have had about enough sharing you tonight with them that I can stand. I told you I would be bringing you lads back to mine and I will be. I’ll share you with Tom and his brother but I need to be the one to claim you from now on. No one else touches this but me. Clear?” As he said that he forced three fingers into my cum filled cunt and I moaned. He smirked against my lips then brought the cum soaked fingers up to my mouth and made me suck them off. His cum was delicious and tasted like nectar I’d been desperate for. “I will be fisting you. I will be showing you three one hell of a night. I will be showing you what separates me, a man, from the boys. I will make sure by the end of this very night that you will unequivocally be begging me to be your master in two days time.” “Yes, Mas-” “Uh uh uh- you haven’t earned the right to call me that yet.” Colin caught me, I hadn’t even realized it. It was knee-jerk. “Yes, Sir.” * Tom stopped Tag just outside the warehouse door. Their conversation and fuck had bee intense. Now they had to find Griff and tell him it was time to leave for the night. Tom wasn’t sure where. Maybe they could grab a hotel. All he knew is the three of them had unfinished business and the night was still young. Tom was so happy that Tag was here now- so ready to really introduce him to everything, but he wanted it to be special. More special than in a warehouse. They opened the door and entered and just beyond the door was Griff and FUCK, was that?! COLIN!? He looked at me and Tag with a wolfish grin. “Tommy boy! Are you ready for a night your younger brother will never forget. Get your things together lads, we’re going to continue the evening at mine.” Tom looked to Griff who raised his eyebrows before breaking out in a devilish grin. Colin had shown them this world, he might as well be the one to help show Tag. Tom sighed and then said “Colin, I’d like to introduce my little brother Tag.”

Part IV - The guys go to Vegas The neon lights of Las Vegas painted the sprawling hotel suite in a haze of electric color, each pulse and flicker echoing the pumps of Mitch inside Tyler. The room was thick with the acrid scent of meth, a potent aphrodisiac that had been their silent companion for hours, heightening every sensation to a fever pitch. Mitch, a towering figure with his body still chiseled from his time in prison, stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his six-foot-two frame casting a dominating shadow over the king-sized bed. His eyes, dark with his signature animalistic meth born lust, slammed his cock inside Tyler, a young and strong beauty of only eighteen, who lay sprawled out and vacillating between screams and moans into the hotel pillow his face was being pushed into. "Take it, you little slut," Mitch growled, his voice a thunderclap in the quiet room, as he slammed his cock deep into Tyler's willing, eager abused hole. Tyler's moans of pleasure came from a place deep within him that only recently had come to life, a place that only the drug-induced haze had allowed him to access. His skin was slick with sweat, the fine sheen reflecting the kaleidoscope of lights outside, making him look like a creature of the night, born of shadow and sin. Mitch flipped the boy on his back, Tyler's legs were spread wide, giving Mitch full access to his tight, young body. His back arched with each brutal thrust, his hands gripping the bed sheets as if the boy were holding on, fighting for his life. Mitch's muscles bulged and flexed with the rhythm of his relentless fucking, each thrust inside the boy a testament to his strength and power. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by the occasional grunt from Mitch or whimper from Daniel’s son as he was filled with every inch of Mitch. The door to the suite swung open without warning, the familiar sound of Daniel’s laughter mixed with the laughter of a stranger. Tyler's father and his new friend stumbled inside the room, his eyes glazed with alcohol and mischief. He was followed by James, a gorgeous man about Daniel’s height but thick with gym born muscles and tattoos from his neck to his cock. Daniel's gaze locked onto the scene before him—his man Mitch and his son Tyler tangled in an act of depravity that would shatter any semblance of a normal world—but instead of anger, a twisted smile played on his lips. He stumbled over the threshold, the scent of booze and casino smoke wafting off him like a cloud of debauchery. Mitch, feeling the presence of a new player in the room, didn't miss a beat, his hips driving into Tyler's with a feral intensity. He pulled out of the boy and turned to face the newcomers, his cock glistening with lube and still hard as rock. Daniel approached with the grace of a predator, claiming Mitch's mouth in a bruising kiss. The taste of the meth lingered on their tongues, the familiar metallic taste that served to fuel the fire in their veins. James, the silent observer, took in the sight of his new friend’s son getting railed by a man twice his age and felt a strange mix of arousal and protectiveness. "Looks like you started without us," Daniel slurred, his words a warm caress that seemed to coil around them like a lover's embrace. He swayed slightly, his handsome face flushed from the combination of booze and excitement. “Us?” Mitch growled to Daniel. “Mind introducing us to your friend here Dan? James' Jersey accent cut through the air like a knife, "yo, I’m James” he looked at Mitch and answered. “Danny boy, you guys are some freaks fuckin’ your boy here but I gotta admit shit is hotter than fuck” he said. James walked and stood in front of Mitch face to face and whispered “nice fucking cock bro” before dropping to his knees and sticking Mitch’s thick throbbing cock down his throat. “Fuckkkkk” Mitch moaned as James deep throated his 9 inches. As James continued to suck his cock, Daniel slide behind him, wrapped his arms around him and whispered in his ear “James is one of the casino security guards. He followed me into the bathroom at the casino – it was a whole thing…hope you enjoy”. Mitch growl/moaned in response and began to fuck James’s face. Daniel made his way to the table to grab a pipe and torch. He walked past Mitch and James and as he lit the pipe and began to breathe in his first hit of the night he got in between his son and slide his cock inside his boy just as he let out his first cloud. Tyler whimpered as his dad slid inside him. James looked up from in between Mitch’s legs to watch as Daniel started to fuck his son. He thought this was the hottest scene he had ever been a part of. Daniel was exactly his type; clean cut and fit, masculine and well put together, a guy you know maxes out his yearly 401k contribution but at the same time has that gleam in his wild eyes that told James this man had an edge – and boy was he right as he watched Daniel slam his cock into his son. Daniel was really getting spun and starting to get loud with his boy. Slam “take” slam “daddy’s” slam “cock” Daniel moaned as he slid the entire length of his cock in and out of his high school aged son. James stood up next to Mitch, both men stroking their cocks as they watched the show. “That’s my boy, my fucking son take his daddy’s dick like a good boy. Fucking take this dick like a champ. Fuck son I’m so proud of you” Daniel told his son as he grabbed his hips and pounded into him. Tyler looked up at his dad and moaned “Dad you’re so deep! Fuck me dad, yeah fucking pound me dad, fuck, fuck your boy daddy”. Mitch grunted, walked over to the boys fucking and spit in his hand. With his cock slick with spit Mitch got behind Daniel, grabbed his hips and thrust inside him, the force slamming Daniel balls deep into his son. Father and son let out a similar guttural groan, both men being forced open by another’s thick hard cock. James, the tattooed Adonis from Jersey, leaned against a nearby chair, his tattooed hand working his 8-inch cock and taking his own hit from the pipe as he watched the three man fuck in front of him. His eyes, typically filled with a mischievous glint, were now smoldering with a lust that was as potent as the drugs coursing through their veins. He craved Daniel with an intensity that surprised even him, and as he stepped closer to the bed, he knew he had to own Daniel, he needed him, needed to feel his cock inside him. James reached out and claimed Daniel's mouth in a kiss that was as fiery as it was unexpected. Daniel’s eyes widened, but instead of pulling away, he melted into the embrace, his body responding with an eagerness that spoke louder than words and he continued to take Mitch’s cock while deep inside his own son. James, unable to contain his desire any longer, stepped forward, his cock thick and demanding in his hand. He reached out, tracing a finger along Daniel's neck, feeling his pulse race with excitement, fueled by the high of the drugs. "You're so fucking hot," he murmured, his guido accent thick and sultry. Daniel's eyes snapped open, and for a moment, there was a flicker of surprise seeing the new addition to the group, but it was quickly eclipsed by a dark hunger he had felt all night. He met James's gaze, the challenge in his eyes unmistakable, as he mouthed to James “fuck me”. Without a word, James climbed onto the bed and pulled Daniel out of the threeway with Mitch and Tyler. Daniel felt his cock throb while James, with his muscular form looming over him, pinned Daniel down, his powerful thighs straddling him. Daniel's body responded, his cock throbbing in the tattooed man’s hands. Mitch, ever the opportunist, took advantage of the moment, moving in behind Tyler, his own desire a living, pulsing beast, the animal that the meth brought out of him. He pressed the tip of his cock against the boy's entrance, watching Daniel's reaction with a twisted smile. "You want to see how it's done?" he growled, the words a taunt and a promise, “want to see me teach your son how to take man’s cock”?. Tyler's eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement as he felt the pressure build and the familiar fire of Mitch’s cock began burn his hole and open him up once again. Meanwhile, James was in between Daniel’s legs pushing his tongue inside Daniel’s hole. "You're so fucking tight," James rasped, his voice a low growl of pleasure as he pushed into Daniel. The man's body arched, a silent scream of ecstasy tearing through him as the young guido from Jersey claimed him in a fierce display of dominance. Daniel's eyes rolled back, lost in the sensation of being fucked by James’s tongue. James stood at the foot of the bed and grabbed Daniel’s ankles so hard they would later bruise. He pulled Daniel down to meet his cock and slowly started to press his cockhead into Daniel’s tight ring. “I’ve wanted this hole all fucking night, you ready to take it all?” he asked. Daniel moaned, jerking his cock and opening his legs wider giving the tattooed young muscle jock full access to his hole. James presented a shard as if out of nowhere and withdrew his cock, replacing it with the meth. “Might sting for a minute” James warned as he took the shard and shoved it inside Daniel, all the way to his knuckle dragging his fingers roughly against Daniel’s prostate as he withdrew causing Daniel to jump and moan, his cock beginning to leak. Once again, he lined his thick cock up against Daniel’s hole, counted “one, two” and before he got to three, he had shoved his entire length inside Daniel, bending down to kiss him just as Daniel began to scream from the pummeling. “I can feel the tina on my cock” James moaned. “Fuckkk it feels so good. Your ass is mad tight man. Yo, Dan, look at me dude. Bro, you’re fucking taking it man! Dude usually guys tap out but you’re fucking taking it like a pro – you must be hungry for it huh bro? You must have been wanting this cock all night, huh?”. Daniel moaned in response and nodded his head. “No Dan, I need to hear it” James told him. Tell me you want my cock. Say it so your son can hear it.” “I want your cock dude. You are splitting me open bro, your cock is fucking killing me and I fucking love it. You own it bro!” Daniel yelled. James's strokes grew faster, harder, his hips slamming into Daniel's with a rhythm that seemed to shake the very foundation of the hotel. "Take it," he grunted, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Daniel's hips. "Take every fucking inch." The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. Daniel's cries grew louder, more desperate, as James's cock reached deeper within him, staking his claim. "So proud of you," James murmured, his voice tight with his own approaching climax as he gripped Daniel’s hips and drew his cock deeper. "Such a good boy, all spun out and taking my cock like a champ." The tension grew unbearable, the pressure building inside Daniel’s hole was too much. He could feel James's cock swelling, ready to fill him to the brim. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very air, James released his load, filling Daniel to the brim with his hot, thick seed. For a moment, all was still, the only sound the harsh panting of two men lost in the throes of passion and the whimpers from Tyler and Mitch rested his cock inside the boy. And then, with a sudden shift in power, Daniel flipped James over, his eyes wild and his own cock demanding attention. The tables had turned, and it was now James's turn to experience the full force of what it meant to be owned. “What are you doing bro? I told you earlier, I’m a top”, James said as he struggled to get up from the vulnerable position Daniel had him pinned in. With James on his stomach Daniel straddled him, his thick hard cock throbbing against James’s muscled back. Daniel grabbed the bag of meth and took out a shard, admiring how big it was and returning James’s prior warning “this might sting”. With intense force Daniel rammed the shard inside the muscle guido’s ass. “Shittt bro take that out!” he screamed. Daniel withdrew his fingers and pressed his cock against the man’s muscle boy. He bent down and with his cock throbbing against James’s puckered hole and kissed James’s neck, kissing all around his neck tattoo, his tongue making his way to his ear, down his back and into the man’s hole. James began to squirm and grunt, Daniel noticing the Jersey boy’s hands were gripping the bed sheets and that his grunts had become soft moans. Daniel got up and returned his cock to the man’s muscle hole and with his hands steady on James’s back holding him in place Daniel sunk his cock inside the man. A deep guttural grown escaped James’s lips as he asked himself why he was allowing this man – this yuppie boy with his giant cock – to own him like this. “Bro, serious, stop. Take it out” he moaned at Daniel. “I can’t man, you feel too fucking good and I’m already so deep. Don’t you want to feel it all bro? Don’t you think you’re man enough to take it?” he responded as he continued deeper into him. James moaned and felt his own cock harden once again, quickly realizing that although he could easily throw Daniel off him at this moment, he was helpless. Daniel was in charge, his cock had owned him the second in touch his hole, the moment it popped inside him he was forever Daniel’s property. Daniel whispered sweet nothings in James's ear as he slid into him. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, a delicious agony that made James’s toes curl and his back arch. The last thing James remembered was turning to face Daniel and asking him to “fuck him harder”. The next half hour was a blur of pain and pleasure with Daniel repeatedly hitting the spot in James that made his own cock leak. Daniel pounded James so hard he was sure he was about to pass out – and truthfully, he probably was until he heard down growl “look son, watch your dad breed this boy’s hole – fuckkkk dude I’m about to fill you up man – you ready for it bro? fuckkk dude!! here is comes!” and erupted inside the man. The sight of Daniel breeding James was intense. Mitch was glued to the scene, his powerful strokes inside Tyler grew more intense, his breath hot and ragged against the boy’s neck. Each pump was a declaration of ownership, a claiming of the innocent flesh that quivered beneath him. Tyler's legs, trembling and spread wide, offered no resistance, only a silent plea for more. His hands gripped the bedsheets, knuckles white with the effort of holding on as Mitch took out years of pent-up aggression and lust on the young boy’s hole driving the boy to his own orgasm. As the boy began to shoot his hole pulled Mitch in deeper, bringing the ex-con to knees and bringing him wild pleasure he knew was soon to make him cum. With a roar, Mitch came, filling Tyler with his hot seed. The boy's body convulsed, his own orgasm ripping through him like a lightning bolt, his eyes squeezed shut as he screamed his release. The four men, their hearts racing and their bodies spent, collapsed into a tangled heap on the bed the only the sound their labored breathing, laying in the sticky mess of their spent meth fueled desires, and the pounding bass of the music from the city below.

Part III Daniel could not wait to get home and relax and see Mitch. He had been out of town for the past week on business and although Mitch had only been living with him for a few months now their bond was stronger than ever and their relationship was progressing smoothly. Daniel opened the door to his apartment and immediately sensed something off - the apartment, usually a bastion of order and routine, now held an unexpected allure—a tantalizing mystery that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his racing heart. He threw his luggage aside, tossed his keys onto the hallway table, and walked into the living room, the shadows playing tricks with his weary eyes. Mitch's mischievous grin was the first thing Daniel saw as he emerged from the hallway, a glint of something sinister yet irresistibly tempting in his gaze. "Welcome home," he growled in that deep southern twang that sent chills down Daniel’s spine. "I've got a surprise for you." The room itself had been transformed into a den of depravity, the furniture pushed aside to make way for a gleaming contraption that hung from the ceiling—a sex sling, a tangible manifestation of Daniel's darkest fantasies. His cock twitched in his tailored chinos at the sight of it and for a second, he couldn’t breathe – lost in images of what fun the sling was sure to bring. Mitch led him to the makeshift altar of pleasure, a smorgasbord of drugs laid out before the sling like an offering to a carnivorous god—mounds of meth, crystal shards, gleaming glass pipes, and neat lines of Tina waiting to be inhaled, a promise of euphoria that would push them into uncharted territories of passion. As Daniel's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with excitement, he took in the sight of the gleaming steel hooks attached to thick leather straps, the sling's embrace beckoning him to surrender to the delicious vulnerability it offered. His breath grew ragged, his heart hammering in his chest as the reality of his wildest dreams became palpable. With a gentle but firm hand, Mitch began to strip Daniel, his aggressive pulling ripping Daniel’s underwear as he tore them off his body. Each button and zipper were a step closer to the pleasure that awaited him, the anticipation building like a crescendo of lust. The two men stood staring at each other, naked, soaking in each other’s bodies once again. Mitch grabbed Daniel’s waist and pulled him close, whispering in his ear the things he planned to do to him that night. Mitch grabbed a bag of Tina and poured a line across his hand and held it under Daniel’s nose. “Snort this, now”, he demanded. Daniel happily inhaled the powder; the sting of the drug was a familiar and welcome friend. Mitch picked up a pipe and handed it to Daniel. “Hit this, now”, he demanded again. The smoke filled Daniel’s lungs and he his heart begin to race, his senses peak, his cock throb. Mitch smiled at Daniel and growled “that’s my fucking boy, get nice and spun for me - real fucking fucked up. I love how this shit makes you ache for my cock”. Mitch wrapped Daniel in his arms and laughed “hope you’re ready bubba” as he picked Daniel up and began to place him in the sling. The cold metal of the sling's hooks brushed against Daniel's warm flesh as he was secured in place, his legs spread wide, his arms above his head, exposing him completely. The leather was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the steel beneath it, a sensual embrace that hinted at the depravity to come. Once secured in the sling Mitch pulled out a needle and with a wicked look in his eye he told Daniel to stretch out his arm. As soon as the drug hit his vein he was flying, a charge led by the searing fire that ignited his veins and sent a rush of euphoria straight to his cock. The world grew sharper, more vivid, as his senses were amplified to a near-painful degree. He watched in a haze as Mitch prepared another slam, the crystals dancing in the candlelight like a thousand diamonds, promising a high that would take them both to the brink of oblivion. Daniel felt the world drop away as the drug surged through him. His body was alive with sensation, his nerves alight with a hunger that demanded to be fed. Mitch's touch was electric as he began to prepare Daniel's ass, the lube cold against his skin, a stark reminder of the heat that would soon follow. His fingers danced and probed, opening him up with a tenderness that belied the raw need that was building between them. The sound of a zipper echoed through the room, and Daniel felt the warmth of Mitch's cock press against his entrance, a silent demand that he could not resist. He moaned softly, the sound lost in the haze of his drug-induced euphoria as the head of Mitch's cock breached his tight ring. The pressure grew, a delicious ache that seemed to consume him as inch by inch, Mitch filled him up. Daniel's body stretched and yielded to the intrusion, the leather of the sling biting into his skin as he was impaled on his Mitch’s cock. The room spun, a kaleidoscope of color and sensation, as the meth wove its magic through his bloodstream, heightening every touch, every sensation. He could feel the veins in Mitch's cock, the throbbing thump of his cock, the velvety heat of his shaft as it claimed him completely. Mitch began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shockwaves through Daniel's body, each stroke a declaration of ownership. The leather straps creaked softly with each thrust and reminded Daniel that he had never been this fully open before, no man had ever been so deep inside him. He felt his ass muscles clench around the thick intrusion, trying to pull more of Mitch into him, to hold him there forever in that perfect moment of union. The cold steel of the hooks dug into his skin, a sharp reminder of his vulnerability, of his utter surrender to Mitch. And as the pleasure grew, so did the pain, a delicious crescendo that made him beg for more, even as his mind screamed for it to stop. The meth sang in his veins, a siren's song of pure, unbridled lust, urging him to abandon all thought, all reason, to let the wave of sensation crash over him and consume him whole. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and the air was pierced by a scream that shattered the erotic trance that had gripped them both. Through the fog of his high, Daniel saw Tyler, his 18 year old son, the product of a one night stand with an old friend. Daniel looked at his son, his eyes wide with shock and horror, stumbling backward as he took in the scene before him. Time seemed to stand still, the world around them frozen in a tableau of depravity and desire. Mitch's thrusts faltered, his eyes snapping to the boy's face, a mix of fear and excitement in his gaze. "Tyler," he gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're not supposed to be here until the weekend.” “Mom wanted me and my dad to go over my college admission essays, they are almost due. Dad, she said she told Catherine”. Daniel closed his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck!” he screamed silently in his head. He had missed a call from his assistant Catherine earlier in the day and put off listening to the voicemail she left – what an incredible fuck up. But noticeably, Tyler didn't run. He didn't look away. Instead, his eyes grew dark, his cheeks flushed with a hunger that mirrored the one that consumed the two men before him. "Dad," he whispered, his voice cracking with need. "I want to stay”. The room grew tense, the air thick with the unspoken words that hung between them. Daniel felt a thrill of terror mingled with arousal, his cock pulsing with the forbidden desire that now had a name and a face—his own son. He watched as Tyler took a shaky step forward, his eyes never leaving the cock that was still buried deep inside him. "I want to fuck," Tyler murmured, his eyes glazed with need. "I want to feel what you're feeling." Mitch's grip tightened on the sling's straps, his cock still buried to the hilt in Daniel's ass. The mixture of the drugs and hearing Daniel’s high school aged son ask to stay and fuck had turned him on more than he thought possible. He looked down at Daniel, drenched in sweat and grabbed his still rock-hard cock and began to slowly stroke it. “What do you think, Dan?” he asked him while continuing to slowly work Dan’s cock. "Are you sure?" Daniel asked his son. "Once you start, you can't go back." Tyler nodded, his eyes never leaving the drugs laid out before him. "I'm sure," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I want to be a part of this." The two men exchanged a look, a silent agreement that sent a shiver down Daniel's spine. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. They would share their darkest desires with the one person they never thought would join them. The one person they never wanted to see them this way. Mitch cleared his throat and growled at the boy “okay big man, if you’re going to hang with the boys tonight you are going to need to pick up that pipe and that torch and take a big fucking hit. I want to see some fucking major clouds when you’re done, you understand Tyler?” With trembling hands, Tyler took a pipe, the crystals glinting in the candlelight like the eyes of a predator. He brought it to his lips, and with a deep inhale, the meth filled his lungs, the fire burning through him as he took his first taste of the forbidden fruit. His eyes rolled back, his body tensing as the drug claimed him, as he became one with the very essence of his father's desires. And as Tyler's body grew lax, a soft whimper escaping his lips, Daniel felt a surge of something primal, something terrifying, something that made him want to claim his son in the same way that he had been claimed. The meth sang in his veins, the music of madness, urging him to act on his darkest impulses. Mitch, ever the master of ceremonies, took Tyler's hand and led him closer, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, words that painted a picture of pleasure so intense, so all-consuming, that the boy could not resist. He guided Tyler to the sling, his cock still buried in Daniel's ass, and began to unbuckle the straps that held him. As Daniel slid out of the sling, his legs wobbly from the assault on his senses, he watched as his son took his place, his eyes wide and glassy, his cock already half-hard with anticipation. The leather cradled Tyler's slender body, the steel hooks biting into his skin just as they had Daniel's moments before, and a thrill of excitement shot through him at the thought of what was to come. Mitch was a maestro, orchestrating their depraved symphony with a finesse that left Daniel's head spinning. “Undress” he demanded of Daniel’s young boy. Mitch soaked in the hot scene, watching and father and son locked eyes and both took in each other’s full manhood. Mitch took Tyler's cock in his hand, stroking it gently until it stood tall and proud, the same way he had done to him countless times before. The boy's eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping his lips, and Daniel felt his own cock pulse with renewed vigor. “Your boy has a great cock Dan, thick and hard just like his dad. Here, come feel.” With a wicked smirk, Mitch leaned in and kissed Tyler deeply, the taste of meth mingling with their saliva, a silent promise of what was to come. Daniel watched, transfixed, as the two men shared a moment of pure, unadulterated lust, and he could control himself no longer. Daniel reached out and wrapped his hand tightly around his son’s thick, throbbing cock. “Ohhh fuck, daddddd” he heard his son moan. Mitch stepped up behind Tyler, his hand sliding down the boy’s chest, tweaking a nipple before continuing its descent. “You want to know what it’s like in the sling?” he murmured into Tyler’s ear. “You want to feel me inside you? You want to feel my cock throb inside you and breed you, breed you like I’ve bred your dad a hundred times?” Tyler nodded frantically, his eyes glazed over with lust. Daniel watched, his own arousal building, as Mitch secured Tyler into the sling and Daniel continued to play with his high school son’s cock. The boy’s legs were spread wide, his cock already hard and leaking precum, his ass wiggling in anticipation. Mitch gave the boy’s ass a playful slap and turned to Daniel to offer a sly wink as he dropped to his knees and spread Tyler’s cheeks. Tyler moaned as Mitch let his hot breath creep up his virgin hole. Mitch wasted no time, diving his tongue deep, bringing Tyler pleasure he did not think existed. Mitch was darting his tongue in and out the virgin hole, pressing his thumb against Tyler’s virgin ring and making Tyler writhe in the sling with ecstasy. As the drug took hold, Tyler’s pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed, and he let out a sigh of pure bliss. “Oh god, it’s amazing. It’s like nothing else matters, just this... this feeling.” Mitch picked up Daniel’s ripped underwear and stood back up, leaned in and kissed Tyler, a deep, possessive kiss that claimed him as theirs. Then, with a wicked smile, shoved his father’s sweaty torn underwear in Tyler’s mouth. Tyler look up wide eyed and confused. “You’re going to need to bite down on something. Figured you might want to smell your dad while we are popping this cherry.” Mitch then grabbed a few shards and some lube. “Tyler, this is going to sting” he casually told the boy and he shoved his thick lubed up fingers and a few shards of meth inside the boy. As soon as Tyler felt the intrusion the men watched as the boy’s eyes grew wide, his knuckles turned white as they gripped the sling and he let out a soul crushed howl of agony that made both men’s cocks twitch. Mitch turned to Daniel. “Why don’t you show him how it’s done, bubba?” With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Daniel took the pipe and inhaled deeply, letting the meth flood his system and sharpen his senses. He stepped closer to Tyler, his own cock now painfully hard. Daniel took in the sight of his boy, strapped into the sling, helpless and with a look of terror and lust glued to his face. He watched as his son’s stomach and chest rose with each breath. He felt his son’s cock throb in anticipation. His beautiful boy, spun and ready to be used. He looked into his son’s eyes, seeing the trust and yearning there, and knew that this was a line they could never uncross. “Ty, dad is going to fuck you now. I know this probably sounds impossible but try to relax, okay buddy? You can clench your hole shut as tight as you want but we are both getting in there tonight and it will feel better if you try and relax it. You can scream into my underwear as loud as you need to, okay Ty? I love you son”. He positioned himself at Tyler’s entrance, the head of his cock nudging against the tight, unblemished skin. The boy was almost a man, still delicate in many ways but with enough rough edges and meat on his bones that Daniel felt confident his boy could take what was about to happen to him. Daniel took one last moment to savor the sight of his virgin son, bound and willing, the leather straps cutting into his pale flesh as he squirmed in anticipation. He felt a strange sense of pride, a primal urge to claim Tyler in the most intimate way possible. Daniel shoved a bottle of poppers under his son’s nose and told him to breath it in. As the poppers hit the boy Daniel pushed in, feeling the resistance of his son’s tight hole but demanding entry anyway. Daniel’s cock breached Tyler’s virgin hole, the tightness gripping him like a vise. Tyler’s eyes rolled back in his head, a silent scream of pleasure muffled by underwear Mitch had stuffed in his mouth. “Ty, buddy, open your eyes son and look at me. There you go. I’m inside you buddy. Your dad is inside you, and son, you feel amazing – fucking amazing”. Tyler’s eyes shut tight once again and Daniel noticed tears had started to roll down his cheeks. Daniel took his time opening the boy up, slowly creeping and sliding inside his son until he was balls deep, all 8.5 inches. “Fuckkkkkkkk son” Daniel moaned. “That’s it Ty, you took all of me. You have all your dad’s cock inside you now. I’m going to stand here inside you for a minute and let you adjust, and Mitch is going to give you something that is going to open you up even more, it’s going to make you want my cock more than you’ve ever wanted anything before. That sound good buddy?” Tyler opened his bloodshot eyes and looked up at his dad and noticed how his father was beaming with pride in his boy. Tyler nodded his head “yes dad, that sounds good – whatever it is, Mitch, I’m ready” Tyler groaned. Mitch approached Tyler with a needle and Daniel noticed his son looked very uncomfortable with this development. To distract him Daniel began to slowly slide out of his son’s tight 18-year-old hole and slide back in. As Daniel began to slowly and gently fuck his boy Mitch administered the slam so swiftly and deftly the boy didn’t even notice what was happening until the drugs hit him like a freight train. “Ohhhh fuckkkk” the boy moaned as he felt a rush of pure ecstasy course through his entire body. Daniel gripped his son’s cock and started to stroke him in rhythm with his pumps inside him, slowly opening the boy up, getting him ready. “Ty, open your eyes baby and look at dad. There you go, that’s my boy. I wanted to see the look in your eye when I started to give you the fuck you deserve” and with that Tyler felt his father’s cock fully withdraw from his hole and immediately slam back in. His father began to ruthlessly fuck the boy, eliciting screams from Tyler that were unworldly. The boy’s body arched, his toes curling, as the pain gave way to a blinding ecstasy. Daniel watched in fascination as Tyler’s ass stretched around his shaft, the muscles clenching and releasing in a silent dance of surrender. The sling squealed in protest with every thrust, the sound a symphony of depravity in the otherwise silent apartment. Tyler’s moans grew louder, his body writhing in the leather embrace. Daniel could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke. His eyes never left Tyler’s, the connection between them growing stronger, more intimate with each passing second. “Hey Ty? How’s my cock feel now buddy? Your cock is leaking a lot of precum, looks like it might be feeling pretty good huh?” Unable to form full sentences Tyler responded to his dad with a deep guttural moan. “Ughhhhh daddd daddy dadddddyyyy ughhh ughhh fuck dadddyyy” Mitch stepped back, watching the scene unfold with a predatory gaze. He stroked his own cock, the meth-induced desire making it throb with an intensity that was almost painful. He leaned in, whispering in Tyler’s ear. “You’re so beautiful, so tight. Your daddy’s going to fill you up so good, and then I’m going to take my turn. You’re going to be our little slut, aren’t you?” The words sent a jolt through Tyler, his body responding with a fresh wave of pleasure. He nodded vigorously, his eyes begging for more. Daniel felt his own climax approaching, the room spinning around him in a kaleidoscope of lust and love. “Hey Ty? Where do you want my load son? I’m getting close. Where do you want dad to blow his load?” Tyler looked up pleading at his father and begged him “please daddy, please cum inside me!! Please dad! Please give your son your load” Pumping in and out of his son with increased ferocious vigor Daniel responded “You got it big guy!” With a roar, Daniel emptied himself into Tyler, the force of his orgasm making the sling swing slightly. “Fuckkkk I’m cumming son! I’m filling you up with my load. Fucking take it Tyler, take all your dad’s cum!!!” The boy’s body trembled with the intensity, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. Daniel leaned down, kissing Tyler’s flushed cheek, tasting the salt of his skin. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and he slid his cock out of his son. Mitch stepped in, his own cock bobbing with eagerness. He gently coaxed Tyler’s mouth open, sliding his cock between the boy’s lips. Tyler took to it like a natural, his tongue swirling around the head as he sucked eagerly. Daniel watched, his spent cock still twitching with aftershocks, as Mitch claimed Tyler’s mouth. The sound of a lube bottle being opened was like the crack of a whip in the quiet, the snap of reality breaking the spell. Mitch's fingers were gentle as they explored Tyler's tight little hole, preparing him for the monstrous cock that would soon fill him, stretch him, breed him. Tyler's body tensed, his muscles tightening around the intrusion, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, his body begging for more even as his mind rebelled. Mitch's cock was slick with lubricant as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging against Tyler's entrance. Daniel watched, his own cock in hand, stroking himself to the rhythm of their shared desire. The sight of his son's virgin ass about to be violated by the man he loved was almost too much to bear, a mix of love, lust, and fear that coiled in his gut like a serpent as he knew Mitch’s power and understood what his son was about to endure. As the head of Mitch's cock breached Tyler's tight ring, the boy let out a keening wail that seemed to resonate in the very walls of the apartment. Daniel's hand moved faster, his own arousal building as he watched the look of pain and pleasure dance across Tyler's face. The leather straps creaked and groaned with each powerful thrust, a metronome keeping time with their shared descent into madness. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of agony that made Tyler's toes curl and his eyes water. He could feel himself opening up again, his body being rewritten by the relentless pressure of the cock that claimed him, that filled him, that owned him. And with each thrust, the pain grew, a crescendo that built and built until it was all that he was, all that he knew. He wailed and cried and begged Mitch to take it out, to slow down, to spare him. The meth made everything so much more intense, the pain a sharp, beautiful thing that danced along the edges of his consciousness, a reminder that he was alive, that he was here, that he was theirs. After the initial shock of the assault he felt his body begin to betray him, his ass muscles clenching around the thick shaft, his prostate singing with each hit, his cock throbbing with the need to cum, just like it had been with this dad moments earlier. “Yeah boy, learn to love this cock because I’m gonna fuck my load in you whenever and wherever I want from this moment on. Tyler the second you walked through that door your life changed and now you exist to take this cock. Do you understand??” Tyler nodded his head yes in response, a deep moan all he was able to offer. “Good boy, now I’m about to fill you up just like your dad did. Our little fucking cumslut” Mitch's rhythm grew more frenzied, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he approached climax. Daniel could see the sweat glistening on Mitch’s skin, the veins standing out in stark relief as he gave himself over to the primal need that had taken hold of them all. And as he watched, he knew that this was only the beginning of a new chapter in their twisted love story. The leather straps of the sling grew slick with Tyler's sweat and the pre-cum that leaked from his desperate cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin a steady beat that matched the thud of Daniel's own heart. He reached out, his hand trembling as he touched Tyler's cheek, the softness of his skin a stark contrast to the harshness of the scene playing out before him. "Please," Tyler begged, his voice high and tight with pain and pleasure. “Please breed me Mitch, please give me your load!” Mitch leaned in, his teeth sinking into Tyler's neck as he claimed his prize, his hips slamming into the boy's ass with a force that made the sling swing wildly. Daniel watched, his own orgasm building, as his lover's cock pumped in and out of his son's tight, virgin hole, a dance of possession that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of the universe, Mitch came, his hot seed filling Tyler's ass as he claimed him, marked him, made him theirs. Tyler screamed, his body convulsing with the force of the orgasm that tore through him, a silent plea for mercy that went unheard in the face of their insatiable hunger. The meth made the sensation of being filled, being claimed, so much more intense. Tyler could feel every throb, every pulse, as if each drop of cum was a brand seared into his very soul. His body was alive with sensation, a canvas painted with the colors of pain and pleasure, a masterpiece of depravity. As the haze of the high began to recede, leaving only the aftermath of their sordid union, Daniel felt a twinge of something akin to regret. But it was quickly drowned out by the insatiable hunger that still gnawed at him, the need to claim his son again soon in the same way that he had been claimed. The three of them lay there, panting and exhausted, their bodies entangled in a mess of leather and lust. The room was silent but for the sound of their heavy breaths, the candles flickering shadows playing across their sweat-drenched skin. Daniel looked down at his son, whose eyes were glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure, a look he never thought he'd see directed at him. He held his son’s head in his hands, kissed him deeply and told him how proud of him he was. The loving embrace of father and son was interrupted by Mitch, the man announcing to the room “I have a fun idea”.

Part 2 Mitch tried to relax and enjoy the first post-prison shower he had had in the past five years but struggled to shake the sight of the obvious tent in Daniel’s pants. Both guys had always dated women and although Mitch had fooled around with a couple guys in the pen, he considered himself straight and figured Daniel was too. So why was Daniel so fucking hard? It wasn’t long before Mitch realized thinking about Daniel’s boner was starting to give him one. He quickly turned the shower off, threw on the new clothes Daniel had bought for him and steeled himself to not think about Daniel’s cock anymore that night. “I’m going to go out there and hang with my BUDDY and maybe he will have arranged some pussy for me and that is what is happening”, he told himself and he left his room and went to find his friend. Mitch found Daniel laying on the couch, zoned out while scrolling on his phone and as he entered the room he cleared his throat to signal he was there. Without moving a muscle Daniel looked at up at his buddy and Mitch noticed the most devilish grin began to form across Daniel’s face. “Well goddamn bubba, you still clean up pretty fucking well, don’t you? Come here and make yourself comfortable and stop walking around like this isn’t also your place now. You’re nervous as hell in here and it’s killing the vibe dude”. Mitch was a little surprised at how frank Daniel was but once again found himself clearing his throat -a nervous tick of his since childhood – before responding “yeah, sorry man, this is just all a lot. Seeing you, being out, this fucking insane penthouse I’m in, dude even these clothes you got me – bro, it’s just a lot all at once”. Daniel nodded his head, clearly debating something in his head but as he rose from the couch it was clear whatever the debate was had been settled. “Mitch, I can only imagine. And so, you know what? We are about to get really fucking high. I am going to get you higher than you have ever fucking been. And we are going to have an incredible night, and all that other shit isn’t going to matter. Be right back, going to grab the favors”, Daniel said as he walked to his room. Mitch smiled thinking it was kind of cute how innocent his friend was. Laughing, Mitch yelled so Daniel could hear him “You call weed favors bro? Back in my party days you know that’s what we called meth, right?” Daniel turned the corner with a bubbler in one hand and torch in the other and as he approached his friend, he blew the biggest thickest cloud Mitch had ever seen. “Yeah, I’m familiar” he told Mitch as he got close and extended the bubbler and torch towards him. “Your turn bubba, time to cut loose”. Mitch stood frozen, blinking at his friend. After Mitch dropped out of college, he got heavy in the partying scene but hadn’t smoked in years and if someone had told him Daniel partied, that Daniel got spun, Mitch would have pissed himself laughing. “No fucking way you smoke this shit Dan. You know why I stopped partying and blowing clouds? No? Well, let me tell you, dude. Bro, I stopped because this shit turns me into a different guy. It turns me into an animal”. Daniel laughed and made a “grrrr” animal noise, but Mitch stopped him. “Bro, I’m serious. I become a fucking animal. You been partying for a while? Well then you must know what tina dick is….well, that’s not something I ever had to deal with. For me it is the opposite. I hit the shit and I’m hard as a fucking rock instantly. That shit is like smoking Viagra for me. And dude I get so horny that I have to fuck. Don’t get it twisted and hear me wrong Dan – don’t think I’m saying, ‘I want to fuck’. No bro. I have to.” Daniel rolled his eyes and shoved the bubbler into Mitch’s hands. “Cool bro. Hit this shit and stop being such a little girl, goddamn”. Mitch smiled at his friend thinking that the shit made him a bit of an animal as well. Mitch shrugged his shoulders and under his breathe mumbled “fuck it, let’s see what happens” and then heard the familiar click of the torch. As soon as he heard the click, he felt the tina. He hadn’t even hit the fucking thing yet but could already feel it. As Mitch took his first hit and felt the smoke enter his lungs, he felt alive again. He could feel his heart racing and his mind began to slow down. And his cock. Fuck, his cock was already getting hard. And he didn’t care. It felt too good to give a fuck. The boys passed the pipe back and forth, each getting hit getting them both high and higher, each puff more spun. Daniel and Mitch sat in the dimly lit room, the only sound being the stupid reality TV show on in the background. Daniel had always been meticulous about his appearance, but tonight, his shirt was wrinkled, and his hair slightly tousled—signs of a long day and an even longer night ahead. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now glazed over, reflecting the crystalline substance they’d just ingested. Mitch, on the other hand, looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His muscular frame was tense, his jaw clenched as he rolled another tiny rock of meth between his fingers. The dim light caught the outline of his chiseled face, casting shadows that made his usual gentle giant appearance look a bit dangerous, a bit menacing. He glanced over at Daniel, noticing the way his friend’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for a small vial, he pulled from one of the coffee table drawers. “You ever hit poppers?”, Daniel asked his friend as he took off the vial’s cap, stuck the vial under his nose and took in one hell of a hit. “You good, man?” Mitch asked, his voice a low growl, almost predatory. Daniel nodded, though the movement was slow, heavy with the weight of the drugs coursing through his veins. “Yeah, man. Just… give me a minute, alright?” Mitch smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Take your time. We’ve got all night.” The poppers hit Daniel hard, sending a dizzying wave through his body. He breathed deep, feeling the rush, the warmth spreading through his chest. It was enough to make him forget the tension between them, the unspoken words hanging in the air like smoke. Mitch watched him, his eyes dark and hungry. He stood abruptly, towering over Daniel, who was still trying to catch his breath. Without a word, Mitch grabbed the front of Daniel’s shirt, yanking him up so their faces were inches apart. “What the fuck, Mitch?” Daniel spat, trying to shake off the disoriented feeling. But Mitch’s grip was iron, holding him in place. “You know what I want, Daniel,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with anticipation. “And I know you want it too. Admit it.” Daniel’s heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline mixing with the meth, making his head swim. He tried to pull away, but Mitch’s strength was overwhelming, his muscles rippling under his skin as he held Daniel firmly against him. “I… I don’t…” Daniel stammered, but the words died in his throat as Mitch’s lips crashed down on his own. The kiss was rough, bruising, and Daniel could feel himself swaying on his feet, the drug-induced haze clouding his judgment. Mitch pulled back, breathing heavily, his eyes locked onto Daniel’s. “I warned you dude. I have to fuck. I told you this would happen. And I know you do want it, don’t lie to yourself.” Before Daniel could respond, Mitch slammed him back into the wall, pinning him there with his body. The impact rattled Daniel’s bones, and he winced, the pain sharp and startling. Mitch was so much bigger, so much stronger, and Daniel found himself at a loss for how to escape this situation. “Let go of me,” Daniel demanded, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to stay calm. Mitch chuckled, a dark, menacing sound. “Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against Daniel’s ear. “Not until you beg for it.” With that, Mitch’s hand slid down to the waistband of Daniel’s jeans, pulling them open with swift efficiency. Daniel gasped, his mind racing, trying to think of a way out, but the meth and the poppers were working against him, slowing his thoughts, dulling his senses. “Mitch, please…” Daniel pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. But Mitch wasn’t listening. In one fluid motion, Mitch shoved Daniel’s pants and underwear down to his knees, exposing him completely. Daniel shivered, mortified by the vulnerability, but Mitch’s grip stayed firm, keeping him in place. Somehow during the commotion Mitch had managed to lose his pants and when Daniel saw Mitch’s cock for the first time he was stunned. It was huge and it was hard as a fucking rock. “Look at you,” Mitch murmured, his voice dripping with lust. “So fucking perfect”, he growled while slowly stroking what Daniel imagined had to be at least 8.5 inches of cock with one of the biggest, fattest cockheads he had ever seen. Daniel could feel Mitch’s cock pressing against his thigh, thick and hard, and the sight of it made his stomach twist in knots. He knew what was coming, and part of him wanted to scream, to fight back, but the drugs and the poppers had him spinning, leaving him weak and helpless. “Mitch, no… I can’t…” Daniel’s protest was half-hearted, his body betraying him as his cock twitched, responding to the dominant presence of the man holding him captive. “You will take it, every goddamn inch,” Mitch said, his voice a low, guttural command. “And you’ll learn to enjoy it”, he growled as he wrapped his hand around Daniel’s quickly hardening cock and gave it a squeeze. “Well fuck bubba, looks like you’re already enjoying it” he taunted, and then smacked Daniel’s ass so hard it was sure to leave a bruise. With that, Mitch grabbed the bottle of poppers with one hand while keeping Daniel pinned against the wall with the other. “I’m not going to sugarcoat this dude. This is going to fucking hurt at first. You’re going to feel like I am literally splitting you in half bro. And I’m not going to be gentle. So here, you’re going to need these” he said as he handed Daniel the vial. “Please, don’t…” Daniel whimpered, his voice cracking as he struggled against Mitch’s hold. But it was no use. “Relax,” Mitch ordered, his voice calming, almost soothing. “Let me in” he said as he wrapped his muscled-up arms around Daniel and brought the tip of his cockhead up against Daniel’s hole. “Fuck Dan, so warm, so tight. Open up for me man. Make this easier on yourself and try and open that hole for me bro”. Daniel could feel Mitch’s cock head throbbing against his hole and with each throb Daniel felt shivers throughout his body. Daniel shook his head, panic rising in his chest. “No, Mitch, it’s too big…” But Mitch wasn’t listening. He had found Daniel’s lube and was greasing up his cock while keeping Daniel pinned against his will. Daniel felt Mitch’s hot breathe on his neck as Mitch whispered in his ear “You know I love you bro. And I’m going to prove it. Usually when I’m this fucking twisted and spun, I’d just shove my meat inside the closest hole. No prep work, nothing for the hole. But for you man, well, here” he whispered as he shoved two lube covered fingers inside his friend, a swift action that was met with a scream of desperation from Daniel. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkk goddamn bro fuckkkkk that hurts! Fuck Mitch get your giant fucking fingers out of me that hurts like hell” Daniel screamed. With the palm of his hand Mitch shoved Daniel’s face against the wall and held it in place while he reached for the bag of crystals. Mitch opened the back to take out a shard and coated it in lube. Daniel watched from the corner of his eye as Mitch readied the crystal for his tight hole. “Here bro, this will help. It will burn like a mother fucker at first, but it will help. And bro, honestly, watching your struggle like this and scream like I’m killing you is so hot it’s making me leak. So, keep it up, you know well as I do nobody can hear you in the huge fucking apartment. Scream bro. Cry like a little bitch. Make this even hotter for me” Mitch said as he spread Daniel’s cheeks and began to rub some more lube on his friend’s hole. Knowing what was coming, Daniel quickly unscrewed the poppers and took the biggest hit he had ever taken. And just as the poppers began to hit, Mitch entered his friend once again, his two fingers slamming the shard of tina deep inside Daniel. Once again, the halls of Daniel’s apartment were filled with his desperate screams. “Told you hearing you yell like that was just getting me off more bro. Wasn’t lying dude” and with a swift, brutal thrust, he pushed inside, forcing his cock for the first time into Daniel’s unwilling hole. Daniel screamed, the pain searing through him, white-hot and unbearable. Tears welled in his eyes as he writhed, trying to escape the relentless invasion. “Shh,” Mitch whispered, his voice a mix of satisfaction and concern. “Take it. You can take it.” Daniel sobbed, beating his fist against the wall, his body tense with the effort to endure the brutal stretching. But the drugs were doing their work, and slowly, his body began to yield, the incredible pressure easing just a fraction. “That’s it,” Mitch encouraged, sensing the change. “You’re taking it so well.” Daniel felt something strange happening inside him, a shift in his perception. The pain was still there, but it was becoming… tolerable somehow. And beneath the agony, something else stirred, something he didn’t want to acknowledge but knew was pleasure. “Fuck…” Daniel moaned, his voice hoarse and desperate. “Oh God…” Mitch’s grip tightened, his hips snapping forward, driving deeper into Daniel. The sensation was overwhelming, and Daniel couldn’t help but arch his back, pushing himself further onto Mitch’s cock. “That’s my boy,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with pleasure. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked as he reached around and grabbed Daniel’s cock, giving it the slow full strokes he knew would bring him the most pleasure. Daniel’s mind screamed in denial, but his body betrayed him. The poppers had done their job, opening him up, making him crave the intensity of Mitch’s thrusts. He could feel his cock hardening in Mitch’s hand, the drugs and the pain combining into a potent mix of arousal and pleasure. “Yes…” Daniel gasped, his voice trembling. “More… please…” Mitch’s laughter was dark and triumphant. “Beg for it, Daniel. Beg for my cock.” Daniel’s pride warred with his need, but the drugs won out. “Please, Mitch… fuck me harder…”, Daniel begged, almost screaming. Mitch didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Daniel’s hips, slamming into him with renewed vigor, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, until Daniel thought he might break. But he didn’t care. All he could think about was the raw, primal pleasure of being taken so thoroughly, almost split open so brutally by best friend. “You sure you want it harder?” Mitch taunted, his voice a twisted kind of affection.” He started to slow his strokes inside Daniel, barely moving he taunted “I thought I was too big. Thought you couldn’t take it bro?” “Please” Daniel whispered. “Please don’t stop. Please breed me. I need your load”. Mitch slammed inside him and almost pulled out before slamming in again, making Daniel moan and scream simultaneously. “We didn’t discuss you taking me load dude. You have to earn this nut, it don’t come cheap. You think you can take it bro? So far, you’ve had 50% of what I can do to do. I was holding back so I wouldn’t break you. But I think you want it. I think you want me to break you dude. Am I right Dan? You want to earn my load?” Yes!” Daniel cried out, his voice breaking. “Fuck me, Mitch! Breed me, rape my fucking hole!” Mitch grinned, his eyes dark and wild. “As you wish.” And with that, he plunged into Daniel with enough force to knock the wind out of him, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the halls of Daniel’s apartment. Mitch’s relentless assault on Daniel’s body left him breathless, his mind a hazy blur of pleasure and pain. The drugs coursed through his veins, heightening every sensation, every thrust, every groan that escaped his lips. He could feel the burn in his muscles, the stretch of his hole, but it was all overshadowed by the raw, primal need to be taken, to be dominated completely. “More…” Daniel gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper as he tilted his head back, exposing his throat to Mitch. “I need more…” Mitch’s eyes glinted with something dark and predatory. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the plastic bag filled with white crystals. Without hesitation, and while still deep inside Daniel, he dumped a line on Daniel’s shoulder, snorting it up greedily. Daniel watched in a mirror, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He needed it. He needed the high, the rush, the oblivion and pleasure that came with it. “Please…” Daniel whimpered, his face turning around to meet Mitch’s eye. “Give me a bump bro…” Mitch smirked, a cruel twist of his lips that sent a chill down Daniel’s spine. “Beg for it,” he said, his voice low and menacing as he slowly slide in and out of his friend. “Beg for what you want, rich boy.” Daniel’s eyes fluttered closed, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his current circumstances. “Please, Mitch… I need it… I need you… I need your cock…your load, I don’t just want…I need it” Mitch’s grin widened, and he grabbed Daniel by the hair, yanking his head back until their eyes met. “That’s right,” he purred. “You need me. You need this.” He shoved the remaining crystal into Daniel’s hand, watching as he scrambled to get it into his nose, snorting it up with a desperate intensity. The drug hit Daniel like a tidal wave, washing over him in a surge of euphoria. His vision blurred, his senses heightened, every touch, every sound, every taste becoming amplified tenfold. He felt Mitch’s hands on his hips again again, rough and commanding, and steeled himself for the assault he knew was coming. Mitch began to pump into Daniel, pulling all the way out and slamming back in, each time making Daniel moan with a pleasure never felt before. Mitch continued to destroy his friend’s hole for hours. Both men drenched in sweat Mitch pulled out of Daniel completely. Daniel had never felt so empty, he hated existing without Mitch inside of him. “Lay on your back,” Mitch ordered, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through Daniel’s entire being. Daniel complied without hesitation, laying on the couch and spreading his legs wide, giving Mitch access to his hole knowing it was about to destroyed. Mitch got on his knees and in between Daniel’s legs, his heavy, musky scent filling Daniel’s nostrils, making his stomach flutter with anticipation. He could feel Mitch’s presence looming over him, a predator ready to strike. “So eager,” Mitch mused, his fingers trailing down Daniel’s stomach, sending shivers up his back and finally grabbing Daniel’s rock-hard cock. Mitch began to stroke his friend and immediately Daniel’s cock started to leak precum. “You really do love this cock opening you, don’t you?” Daniel nodded, unable to find the words to answer. All he could think about was the cock that was about to fill him, the domination that was about to consume him. He needed it. He craved it. “Tell me. Tell me you love this cock. Tell me you want me to cum inside you. Beg me for it”, he taunted. Daniel quickly sat up meeting Mitch’s face, his big blue eyes wider than ever staring directly into Mitch’s. Both men sat staring into each other, searching, longing, the only sound their long ragged breathes and their wild beating hearts. Daniel kissed Mitch, grabbing him by the back of the head and bringing him close so that their lips would meet, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, their hands grabbing, caressing, holding each other’s faces. Daniel pulled away from the kiss, his hands still forcefully holding Mitch’s head and staring into his eyes once again as Daniel told his best friend “I understand what you said earlier about needing, not just wanting. You taught me that tonight, bro, what it means to need not just want. I need your load. I need you to empty it inside of me, open me up, put it so deep inside of me it becomes a part of me. Right now, and for the rest of my life I exist to take your load. Nothing else matters. I am begging you dude, please give it to me.” Mitch didn’t waste any time. His eyes wilder than anyone had ever seen them, he pushed Daniel back down on his back and grabbed the bottle of poppers from the coffee table. Mitch took a hit and handed them to Daniel. “Don’t stop hitting these until I tell you”, he told him. Daniel nodded and began to hit them. “Don’t stop”,” he told Daniel. “More, more, keep flying bro”. When he saw Daniel’s eyes began to flutter, he knew he was ready. Taking the bottle out of Daniel’s hand he grabbed Daniel’s legs and drew him close and with his hard cock once again pressed up against Daniel’s hole he slowly entered. The moan that escaped Daniel’s lips was unlike anything either of them had ever heard. Daniel was flying, higher than he had ever been and with the intense hit from the poppers and Mitch once again forcing his tight hole open, he felt an ecstasy that felt almost unhuman. Daniel started to stroke his cock in tune with Mitch’s pumps until Mitch slapped his hand away telling him “I didn’t say you could touch your cock. If it gets stroked, I stroke it, and you take it, that’s the deal” which only turned Daniel on more eliciting another wild moan. Mitch spit in his hand and grabbed Daniel’s cock, stroking his friend while he pummeled his hole. Mitch looked down and admired his friend’s body, soaking in how sexy Daniel really was. Mitch looked at Daniel’s face, twisted in a pleasure pain combination that he knew his cock was giving him and he asked “Dan, who owns you, bro, who owns this fuck hole I’m about breed?”. Daniel met eyes with his assaulter and responded, “You bud, always and forever you!”. Mitch grinned, “that’s fucking right, now get ready to be loaded up dude” and with that Mitch started a hard fast wild assault on his hole that literally left Daniel breathless. His screams and his moans became continuous, and he too felt himself close to the edge, about the explode as Mitch continued to stroke his cock. “Here it comes bro, all this nut is about to be deep inside you dude, and you fucking earned it, took my like a fucking champ and made me so fucking proud” Mitch said as he released a deep guttural moan and began to pump his load deep inside Daniel. Wild eyed and still flying Daniel screamed “Fuckkkk dude I can feel your cock exploding inside me! What the fuck bro I can feel it filling me up! Oh my fucking God never stop”. With an eerily similar guttural moan, a noise that only the most intense pleasure can create, Daniel began to cum, shooting his load so hard it took every bit of energy he had left to not pass out. After both men had finished Mitch leaned down to kiss Daniel, holding his face in his hands while resting his forehead against Daniel’s. “Well, I’d say that was some welcome home, huh bud”, Daniel joked. Mitch grinned, kissed his friend again and laid down next to him on the couch, his arms wrapped around Daniel and holding him tight. He sighed and whispered into Daniel’s ear “I wonder what comes next”. Neither man said another word, the only sound their exhausted breath and hard beating hearts, both falling into the deepest most right sleep either had ever had, in each other’s arm where both felt they were meant to be.

In the UK we don’t have the fraternity system, with perhaps the closest equivalent being the ‘colleges’ at some older universities, but even this is really very different. No, on this side of the Pond we will usually have our first year at uni in individual rooms within a hall of residence or some other university-run student accommodation, and then head off with a group of people into the local rental market for flats and houses for the subsequent academic years. Sometimes houses are rented just for a year at a time, sometimes a group may do a deal with a landlord to stay for the whole of the two to three years required to finish their degrees with little or no rent paid over the summer break. However, the house I rented with nine other friends for two full years had a definite ‘frat house’ quality about it. Such a large group together is very rare, not least because houses of that size don’t tend to be marketed to students, but we had landed this one thanks to its owner having died (an old lady who lived by herself, if you can believe it for such a large place), and the executor of the estate having given up trying to sell it in a weak market and instead opting to try for a guaranteed income off the local student population. The penalties for damage were pretty severe, but the discounts for doing it up were also very attractive. We got them to put in a new kitchen and do up the main bathroom before we arrived, but we had then put some care into gradually re-painting the house, kitting it out from IKEA (recharging reasonable elements of that to the estate), and we also tackled the jungle-like garden. Such a large group was possible as we had all been together on campus in a mini-block at Hatton Hall, and had really bonded. Yes, there were a few others in that block who hadn’t really integrated with the rest of us, but to end up with there being ten guys who were randomly placed together by a computer who all got along like we did was quite amazing. All of us were athletic (albeit doing different sports), we all liked to have fun, and if we were Stateside we would have been thought of as quintessential ‘jocks’. On the surface at least. You see, we also shared something else in common, namely a bit of ‘flexibility’ when it came to sex. This was discovered guy by guy over the course of the first term, until there was basically bed-hopping happening throughout the block every night. What everyone got up to varied as far as I could tell, but the ten of us all played with everyone else at some point and occasionally things happened in larger groups. Plenty of the guys also went off and found fun with girls too, whilst Josh was out and proud from the outset so he was having plenty of encounters with guys elsewhere too. The summer before we moved into the house is when I decided that I was basically gay as well. As much as I did feel something for a woman’s form, after the year I’d had in Hatton Hall I knew my future was going to be all about guys. You see, I had discovered that I was an absolute power-bottom. I knew some of the other guys took it up the arse as well, but without fail every bit of fun I had with my blockmates involved me getting fucked and bred. I was so insatiable that I let it be known I was available whenever and wherever needed, so in truth I probably got the most action out of all of us given how many times in the average day one of them would stop by for a quick fuck. I loved longer sessions or even when I slept the whole night wrapped up in bed with any one of them, but dropping my shorts and bending over the sink when one of them was horny was awesome too. Contrary to what porn may suggest, I was the tallest and most well-built of all of us. So, anyway, that brings me back to the house we moved into at the start of our second year. We had all come back a couple of weeks early from our family homes around the country to work on the place before we had lectures or coursework to worry about, and it was no problem that some bedrooms became uninhabitable for short periods as we were all so happy sleeping with each other. I kept up my ‘duties’ throughout, being available whenever any of them fancied a fuck, though it wasn’t exactly uncommon to be finding the others fucking or blowing each other too. Even Marcus, who I think had been strictly a top during our first year, was now readily getting on all fours after what he called ‘an eventful summer in France’. Fortunately, with us all being 19 or 20, there was no shortage of cum to go around. We did continue to work on the house once term started, but had managed to get most of it done before then so tended to only do things when we could be bothered. This may surprise you for a house full of jocks, but we were all pretty committed to our studies and therefore made sure we worked hard. With sports teams and of course sex of various kinds taking up time, we only occasionally (and often individually) went back to the master to-do list on the fridge to see if we could tick off a job or two. The two smaller bathrooms and the extra downstairs toilet were laughably retro and remained that way all year, and we were still using quite a bit of the old lady’s furniture around the place, but it was absolutely fine. We also looked after it all well, with no-one getting up to ridiculous antics, and me, Josh, Bailey and Sean always going outside in the garden to smoke even if the weather was shite. So yes, the sex. Well, let’s just say we started getting a bit bolder. This was our own place, no others to worry about, and we were all just very relaxed with ourselves and each other. A couple of the guys still thought of themselves as straight, most as bi, a couple were unsure, Josh had been out from the start, and no-one batted an eyelid when I told them of my own epiphany (perhaps it was obvious to them given I was essentially the resident cumdump). With none of that hanging over us, we started to talk about or just introduce our own interests, kinks or whatever. For instance, where Tom would only occasionally order someone on to their back so he could ride their cock, once you put a collar on him and chained him to something, he started to give me a run for my money in the cumdump department. Hugh revealed some pent-up desires from his many years in rugby changing rooms, which we eventually acted out by all wearing some old rugby kits he had sourced, gathering in the large main bathroom, and making him the focus of a bukkake session (which he enjoyed so much it became a monthly theme night, albeit with things evolving such that he and I would then take the other guys’ second loads from behind). Sam was not a smoker, but if you saw him with a packet of cigarettes then you knew it was a call to action as he would soon be in the shed at the end of the garden with his head hanging out of the window, his arse available for whatever anyone wanted to do to it m, all while he chain-smoked and - randomly - listened to music on a set of big headphones. I honestly don’t think I could accommodate the size of dildo that Sam has taken in that shed, and yet the rest of the time he rarely gets fucked. Bizarre. These are just some of the kinks we had fun with, amongst many others. Beyond that there were toga parties, strip poker, garden wrestling and many other activities that were a lot of fun and always ended up in an orgy. My kink, however, began to manifest after finding a couple of websites by accident on which I found either porn or stories that initially horrified me but, owing to the fact they also fascinated me, in time I realised tapped into something deeper. I did love going to sleep with one of the guys, whether I was the big or little spoon, but I fundamentally got off on just being used by all of them. Now, I had started to realise, my need for this was growing and I was actually starting to want to expand my horizons a bit. Yes, having nine hunks right on hand who are happy to breed you regularly is amazing, but I wanted to be truly used. Anonymously. Regularly. Dangerously. So, unlike everyone else, I started to look elsewhere to explore my kink rather than it being something the guys helped with. I started hooking up with men off apps, always seeking older guys who wanted to bareback and breed me. That just seemed to be part of what I was seeking, and I literally never did anything with younger guys or sex involving condoms. Even that wasn’t enough, so on a weekend when quite a few of the guys were either at away matches for their teams or had gone home to visit family, I headed into the National Trust estate near the campus via a couple of loose fence panels I had read about so that I could bend over by a certain tree and take whatever came my way. I also started visiting a disused toilet block next to the railway sidings that turned out to be a great place to get fucked through a gloryhole. In short, I had become an absolute cumslut. But it was via an app that my itch really got scratched. A guy in his 60s messaged me saying that he and his husband would like me to spend the night with them, and it seemed from my profile like I might enjoy that. His profile had some fields left empty, but it was in the photo album he unlocked for me that there were a couple of images that got my blood racing. Both were from the man’s POV while he was fucking his man, and clearly visible on his torso as well as his husband’s lower back were biohazard symbol tattoos. I wrote back and asked if they were poz, and he replied to say they were and they think that I want to be too. This freaked me out, despite the risks I had been taking lately despite not having got round to getting on PrEP, and I quickly closed the app. But I could not get the man’s words or images out of my mind, with the fascination eating away at me for three days. It was after I was left feeling strangely unsatisfied despite Liam, Bailey and Marcus having bred me in quick succession that I booted up the app again and wrote back a short and simple “yes please”. It took a couple of weeks before we managed to find a mutually convenient evening for us to meet up. During that time I flip-flopped repeatedly on whether I wanted to go through with this, but every time I nearly cancelled or thought about getting on PrEP, something stopped me. Despite the logical part of my brain telling me this was crazy, that it would probably mess up a great thing I had going in the house, that it would forever limit my options for a relationship and so on, I could not keep down the other part of me that just wanted to have this sordid experience. I did not know at the time what bugchasing was, nor had it been any part of my life prior to the guy messaging me, but I could not shake the newfound need to go through with it. It was a Friday night that, after a final fretful hour of soul-searching and drinking vodka to calm myself, I cycled over to the address the guy had given me. When he answered the door I was a little taken aback at how much thinner he looked than in his pictures, but he greeted me with a warm smile before coming out to open the gate to their side alley so I could securely store my bike. I then went inside, finding the house to be nicely decorated and very cosy. His husband was in the kitchen and came out to meet me, and while he was maybe a little beefier than the guy I had been messaging, his skin and muscles still looked a bit off. I realised then that this was the effect of them being poz, and my stomach gave an involuntary shudder. Still, I held my nerve and did not bolt for the door, instead joining them on their back patio for a couple of cigarettes and a few shots of whisky. The guy I had been messaging was called Harry, and his husband was Sid. They talked to me about uni life, sports, and marvelled when I described the goings-on at the house. Indeed, this got them so turned on that they started to become quite tactile, touching my arms and shoulders a bit before getting bolder and starting to feel my biceps, pecs and buttocks. When we were all getting more than a little horned up, we headed upstairs to their bedroom and got down to business. I stripped down to just my jockstrap, and then lay down on the bed on my front. Over the next maybe half an hour, either in that position, on all fours, or on my knees with my head on the bed, I let them prepare me for what was to follow. They fingered and rimmed me, and then towards the end pushed a toothbrush into me which I realised was probably to make me more susceptible to their HIV. Some part of my mind was screaming at me, but I was otherwise overtaken by the moment and just allowed it all to happen. Then, without much fanfare, Harry climbed up onto the bed, positioned himself on my back, and slowly but firmly pushed his cock into me. He let me adjust for a moment, and then began to rock his hips so that he was sliding in and out of my hole. Sid sat down on the bed next to me and gently began stroking my head as his husband fucked me, which did actually help me to relax and almost forget what was happening as I enjoyed the feelings radiating out from my hole. It was only stunted breathing and a final lunge into me that indicated Harry was cumming inside me. After he had calmed down and dismounted, Sid went round to the other end of the bed and encouraged me up onto all fours. He fingered me a little, before pushing his own cock into me. Harry watched this happen, before he came round and climbed up onto the bed so he was sitting in front of me. I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed him to push his softening cock inside, the familiar taste of cum being mixed with something metallic. Somehow that didn’t send me into a panic, and I instead just closed my eyes and focused on swirling Harry’s cock around in my mouth as Sid’s fucking of my arse got progressively faster. He growled as he slammed into me one final time, and unlike with Harry, I could feel his cock throbbing in my hole as he pumped me full of poz cum. This pushed me over the edge, and I came in my jockstrap without ever having touched my own cock. After some time coming down from the heat of the moment, the two men disengaged from me and got off the bed. Harry told me to stay put for a moment, before fishing a buttplug out of a bedside drawer which he lubed and then pushed into me. They then got their dressing gowns off the back of the door, Sid fished a spare one stolen from a hotel out of the wardrobe for me, and we all went back downstairs. They mixed some cocktails, and then we went back outside to smoke. They wanted only to talk more about the antics that my housemates and I got up to, so over a couple of drinks and cigarettes I regaled them of the various orgies, gangbangs and other activities we had engaged in at the hall of residence and subsequently the house. This, I realised, was entirely about getting them both hard again, but it was also getting me horny so that I was more than ready when Sid suggested we go back upstairs. This time, however, Harry opened the door next to their bedroom, and I went in to see that it was not a guest bedroom but actually a sex playroom. Even in the relatively small space available they had installed a sling on a frame, a padded leather bench of some description, a cushioned plastic floor mat, and a huge frame that looked like the St Andrew’s flag on its side. It was this that they steered me over to, and I obediently raised my arms and spread my legs to allow them to secure me in place using padded leather cuffs on chains at each corner. Harry pulled the chains tight and secured them behind the frame, and then with barely a hesitation, Sid took up position behind me. He pulled out the buttplug, and then pushed his cock into me in one quick go. “You like that boy?” he growled. “Yes” I panted. “You like having my poz cock in you again?” he continued. “Yes” I shouted, my heart racing. “I’m going to fuck you and breed another poz load into you” he said. “You want that?” “Yes” I growled. “You want both of us pumping you full of our toxic DNA so it will become part of you!” he roared. “Oh fuck” I panted, while bending my legs as much as I could to get my arse closer to him and his cock. The gentle nature of the two initial breedings was gone, and for the duration of this fuck Sid pounded me roughly while spewing a litany of poz talk. I could only moan, whimper and repeatedly tell him how much I wanted it. When he finally slammed in and pumped his load into me, I was almost delirious. Harry soon took his place, and I was once again being fucked hard by a toxic cock and loving every minute of it. Finally I was being used in a way that scratched that deepest of itches in me, and any thoughts about the ramifications were silenced. I was yelling for Harry to breed and poz me by the time he eventually did. They left me standing there while they got their breaths back, and then they worked together to unhook the chains from the cross before leading me over to the padded bench. I got down on it on all fours, and then they secured the same chains to hooks on its frame. Harry then went to open the curtains and window, while Sid fetched a large metal bowl from somewhere and placed it in on the floor below my face. He opened a bottle and poured a little water into the bowl, before putting a straw in the bottle and holding it to my lips so I could take a few sips. I wasn’t sure what the bowl was for until a cigarette was popped between my lips and lit, realising it was to allow me to smoke despite being immobilised on the bench. I heard them also lighting up, before they then set to work at my cum-soaked rear end. What I guessed must be a toothbrush was pushed into me again, and for quite a while I just huffed on the cigarette as they brushed my insides, stroked my buttocks and occasionally rubbed my lower back. Eventually the cigarette was nearly done and I allowed it to drop into the water in the bowl, getting strangely fixated on watching it go out and then bob around while my insides were being roughed up. I knew this was about allowing their toxic cum to soak into my bloodstream more easily, and I was fully on board with it. “I hope you’re comfy, boy” Harry said from next to me. “Yes” I replied. “Good, because you’re going to be on this bench until dawn” he said, causing Sid to chuckle. “You tell us when you need a cigarette or some water, but you’re staying put until we’re done with you.” “Yes sir” I replied, somehow sensing this was expected of me. I suppose I should have been concerned or even panicked over the situation. My phone and wallet were both in my shorts next door, and being locked in place like this it would be easy for them to point my phone at my face to unlock it and then gain access to anything and everything they wanted. I think at some level I sensed that this was not something these two would do, but really I was just revelling in how I was being used as a hunky piece of meat to fuck, breed and poz however they saw fit. And fuck, breed and poz me they did. For the next few hours they took it in turns to be inside me, on occasions both leaving for a while to rest, drink or whatever, always with a buttplug left shoved in me. Their only interest at my front end was giving me the occasional cigarette or sip of water, and they were otherwise focused solely on rimming, fingering, fucking, breeding, brushing and plugging my arse (always in that order). On one occasion they were gone for longer, and I too fell asleep with my chin resting on the end of the padded bench, with my sleep being broken by the buttplug starting to be pulled out of me again. Even when I woke up I was still happy to be there and doing what we were doing, which I reflected later on was a sure sign it was indeed what I wanted. It was well after dawn when they finally unhooked the chains from the bench, and I stiffly and wearily got to my feet. As they seemed to now be completely done in I figured it was OK to also unbuckle and remove the leather cuffs from my wrists and ankles, before I did some stretches and shakes to wake up my limbs again. During one of these the buttplug was suddenly propelled out of me onto the mat, and I looked down in awe at the copious drops of cum that marked its landing spot, while feeling even more oozing out of me and down my legs. Knowing that this cum had been full of toxic swimmers when it was pumped into me caused me to spring a hard-on despite the number of times I had ejaculated hands-free over the course of the night. However, the two guys made it clear they were all fucked-out, so I would have to take care of my dick myself! Sid pointed me towards the guest bathroom to get cleaned up, and when I emerged from a glorious shower I found a pair of nice fluffy towels sitting on one side of the sink and my own clothes all neatly folded up on the other. I dried off and got dressed, before heading downstairs to find the two of them cooking pancakes and bacon, with bananas, blueberries and other bits already out on the table. I gratefully accepted a cup of coffee from the fancy machine, and then sat at the table and looked out at the sun on the small garden. “You know” said Harry, as they put the plates of food out and sat down, “you do not look at all like the normal chasers we encounter.” “Chasers?” I asked. “Guys looking to get infected” said Sid. “We get a lot of them through these doors, and they never look like you” said Harry. “Oh” I said, looking down at my plate. “I guess… I guess I didn’t know this was something I wanted or had even thought about until you contacted me.” “That was only two weeks ago” said Harry, sounding surprised. “Are you sure this is what you want?” asked Sid, reaching out and clasping the back on my hand on the table. “Yes” I said, looking up and directly at him. “I knew something was missing, and this feels like what it is.” “Well, OK then” said Sid, giving me a warm smile. “In that case we’ll probably need to book you in for a repeat visit.” “You will?” I asked. “It can take a few goes” said Harry, “particularly with a handsome hunk as young and virile as you.” I could not help but blush and smile at that compliment, somehow mentally skipping over the dark context. Yeah, when I looked in the mirror I liked what I saw, and I knew the idea of fucking me appealed to almost every top out there even if they normally preferred twinks or bears (my track record on the apps being proof of that). But it was still always a nice surprise when a guy actually told me they found me hot, as so few ever commented on it and instead just wanted to get me bent over. “But you know” said Harry, “it doesn’t have to be here.” “What do you mean?” I asked, before hungrily taking a first mouthful of breakfast. “Well, it seems like you maybe enjoy it all a bit sordid, right?” he said, to which I just nodded. “In that case you might enjoy it if we took you somewhere else next time.” “Maybe let a few other guys enjoy you too” said Sid. “We have some friends who have probably never been with someone like you.” “Where would you take me?” I asked, after swallowing the food. “Well” said Harry, “there’s a sauna we like to go to where I imagine you could spend several hours without your arse being empty, there’s a couple of other places where men like to meet where we could whore you out for a few hours to whoever was there, and of course our friend Omar hosts parties sometimes where you would be very popular as the only neg guy in attendance.” “Fuck” I said quietly, causing both of them to chuckle. “I think that’s a yes” laughed Sid. Over the rest of breakfast and a short cigarette break afterwards we made some plans for future dates, and they also made me promise to message them if I started feeling unwell. Then, with time ticking on and a need for me to get back to start on an essay paper, I thanked each of them with an uncharacteristic kiss before I retrieved my bike and set off home. On the ride back I was most surprised by how untroubled I was by what I had done, perhaps expecting that the morning-after regret would set in, and then on the last bit of the journey I switched to concocting a convincing version of the truth involving a middle-aged gym bunny couple, just in case any of the guys asked about my night. However, it was never actually brought up, and there was only a passing comment from Jack about the state of my hole as he slid his cock into it that evening. Pretty soon things were back to normal for me, but deep down I knew that an internal clock could have been set ticking, and failing that I had only to wait another couple of weeks before I got another opportunity at whichever venue Harry and Sid chose. I could not wait. To be continued… —— NOTE: There can be mixed feedback to use of images within stories. However, I am one of those people who thinks very visually, and sometimes creating versions of the characters can inspire and help me to craft the stories I write. In this case I ended up with a few versions of a scene, showing Aaron (our narrator), Harry and Sid smiling together in the garden while in their dressing gowns after the first gentle breeding. Rather than ruin this story for those who prefer to use their own imagination, I will instead post a link to the gallery created specifically for this topic. I may end up adding to it depending on where the story goes, or I may not. I am also not saying which version is the one that has stuck with me as being who I think the three characters are, so that anyone who wants to take a look can make their own unbiased choice. If you like this sort of thing then enjoy, and if you don’t then please just leave it be. Gallery: AI Images for The House

One I don’t think I ever did get to know his name. He became known as slut to me very early on in the relationship that we built together. To be fair to me, I’d be extremely surprised if he knew my name either. He always seemed to call me Boss or Daddy. It’s a little unfair to be honest. I’m only just 40, I’m trim and workout obsessed and have been since I was in my teens, and I have the body to go with that – massive arms, massive chest, massive legs and a massive dick with a propensity to get hard at the slightest provocation. And fuck me did the slut provoke me. I first saw him in our local cruising park, one (very busy!) Saturday night. I was there trying to blow a quick and dirty load as it was hot and I was horny, but I had things to be doing that night. For reasons I’ll come on to, I work most Saturday nights, albeit for myself. I was cruising around trying to find someone I wanted to screw yet finding nothing but the average guy and then round the next tree, there he was. Slut was easy to see – he’s around 22 (never did actually ask his age), very lithe build and when I first saw him, he was shoved up against a tree taking a dick up his quite frankly hot as fuck little butt. The anonymous guy plowing him was making one hell of a racket, grunting and spitting on the slut and basically having the time of his life. What surprised me most though was, given the slut was extremely pretty, that he’d chosen to take this guy up him. He wasn’t attractive in the conventional sense, more a dad body or a bear body, not that big a dick, not dominant or commanding, or really anything other than Joe Average and whilst that’s not a bad thing of course, slut could really have commanded his pick of the litter. Joe Average came inside the slut. I expected a condom to come off, but there wasn’t one. Slut immediately got to his knees and sucked his butt juices off the guy’s cock. He walked away without saying a word to the slut, leaving him there on his knees, cum dribbling out of his mouth. His beautiful hazel brown eyes looked greedily up at me and I felt my dick spring hard and thought he looked too good to miss a go on. I walked to him and began to open my fly, but the slut turned to me and said “Sorry Daddy, you’ll need to wait your turn”. He stood up and bent over the tree again and immediately, another guy stepped out of the darkness and began to bang him raw. My eyes adjusted to the darkness between the trees and I saw there was a group of about five guys wanking and (presumably) waiting to fuck the slut. None of them attractive as me, but slut seemed to want them all. I couldn’t figure this out. My body, presence, and dick are worth having. Usually, I kick the gross guys off and plow whoever the fuck I want. Weirdly, not being allowed to made me harder. I got angry and stormed off. Little prick tease, let him get fucked. I needed to get some work done, so I decided to do that and come back and fuck someone else later on. Two hours later I had a gap, so I was back in the park and once again, I saw the slut. This time, he was without a queue for his butt. I saw red and I walked up to him and asked him if he’d got time to fit me in. I tried to look nonchalant, but my traitor cock was hard as a rock, which kind of gave the game away. Slut said “Yes Boss – but you need to know I’ve been fucked by a few guys tonight and their loads are all still in me. Some guys are not happy with sloppy seconds”. “How many?” “I lost count at twenty five…” Fuck my traitor dick. It was so hard at this point it started to show out the top of my waistband. It’s 10 inches and pretty thick. I love sloppy seconds and screwing a slut after he’s taken two football teams up his butt is my idea of heaven. I feigned a pretence that I didn’t believe him. “Liar. No-one gets that many loads in a park” He smirked (which is too fucking beautiful and he bloody knows it) and turned around. “Really Daddy, let me show you” He grabbed my right hand, and got the first and second fingers extended, then began to suck on them, kind of weirdly erogenously. He then moved the wet fingers down and pulled me in to kiss him. His mouth was sensuous and wet, and tasted of cum, ass and man. He slid my hands over his wonderful ass, then guided the fingers inside. I was immediately rewarded with a fucking torrent of cum. Slut pulled them out and sucked the cum off gently, and sweetly, but looking hard into my eyes all the time. I growled and decided to take him then and there. I knew he didn’t use rubbers – obviously – so I just picked him up and shoved him onto my cock. It’s a massive tool and I usually go in gently, but there was no need with this slut – straight to the base and no sign of any pain, probably due to the fucking huge amount of jizz I could feel slopping around inside him. He moaned loudly and I began to pull him up and down grunting and groaning myself, cum flying out of his butt and up and down my shaft. Something was missing. A dynamic I felt we should have had but didn’t quite. I cursed myself inwardly. This was a bad fuck! How?!? Slut sensed it too. He leaned into me and whispered, very quietly, in a very low voice “stop pretending to be a kind and caring lover Boss. We both know you’re a depraved fucking animal. So am I. I live to get fucked, to be used and to be a big man’s fuck toy. Damage me, Daddy”. I was shocked and threw him off. He landed on the ground, but in two seconds was on his back with his butt pointing up at me. The moonlight caught the glint in his eyes. WTF? This guy was wired as hell. Bad boy indeed! I leaned into him, penetrating him again slowly with my hand around his neck, deliberately, taking the time I needed to make it clear I dominated that butt, that it was mine from now on. I leaned in and whispered to him, very quietly and in a very low voice “I know your kind tweaker boy. You’re high as a kite aren’t you?” “Yes Sir” “What on?” “Not much really Sir” I smacked him around the mouth, hard, as I knew he’d lied. I won’t have my bitches lying to me. This did not have the desired effect. He smiled seductively, leaned towards me and, in a very demanding tone for a bitch said: “I didn’t even feel that” So I have no choice but to punch him a solid roundhouse. Now, I’m a big guy; 19 inch biceps and a solid upper body. So he felt it. I expected him to cry out, but no, he just smiled back at me and said: “Thank you Sir. I love being treated mean by a proper guy. I took 32 cocks tonight, 27 loads – I lied when I said I hadn’t counted – but they were all pussies. Sluts need a real guy to show them who is in charge” “What on?” “Just a small bit of T, G, K, poppers and a bit of liquor Sir” Fucking hell, more pharmacy than a hospital. This kid was going to be trouble, and yet I couldn’t look away. For the first time in my adult life, I’d fallen in love. “Slut, you and me are going to be good friends I think. Just so happens I work every Saturday night - dealing just those chems”.

Prelude The man had no name. That wasn’t technically true, he had been born with a name, went to school, earned multiple college degrees in advanced chemistry and biology, all under a name that no longer existed. After graduating, his work had gotten the attention of the government who, at the time, was having a problem. It turned out that there was a growing number of individuals the government deemed unacceptable and they were gaining political and financial power, they needed a way to curtail this trend before it got out of hand. Enter our nameless friend. He was ordered to come up with a narcotic that was highly addicted, cheap to make and slowly reduced the mental acuity of whoever took it over time. He worked on the problem for three weeks before he came up with the process of taking cocaine and converted it into a crystalline powder that could be smoked. In less than a month he had invented crack cocaine. The government distributed the drug to lower income areas where it took hold instantly, it’s instant high and cheap price made it the drug of choice for many. Within three years overdose deaths skyrocketed, the number of people who were addicted was astronomical and the government found the number of people they had been worried about had dwindled… And the next president was elected. The man was put to work on other projects, but when the president was beaten by his rival, largely on the back of younger voters, the man was asked again to use his talents to make a drug that might dissuade this generation from engaging in voting again. Thus was born Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, commonly known as XTC. The drug was introduced into the rave scene and quickly became the drug of choice for younger generations. Within a decade the widespread use of it was everywhere and the youth vote seemed to fade away… And the next president was elected. All this time the man worked quietly, happy to have whatever his mind desired when it came to research and development. His labs existed only in the black budgets of intelligence agencies, his real name long ago erased from the official records…he was a now a ghost. As he grew older the man became disillusioned with his job…he had seen how his drugs had changed the last two decades yet his lifestyle was largely unchanged. He found that the satisfaction of serving his country was no longer as important as being rewarded justly. So, a small lab explosion later the man faked his own death and left, eager to start a new life. He had spent his entire life in the world of espionage and spies, it was a simple matter of making a new identity and vanishing off the grid. The man wanted the life the government would never let him lead, he wanted riches, power…and to do that he needed money. Lots of it. The man knew he had only one choice. Make a new drug. He needed a drug like no other, one that would instantly take hold and overtake the market from the drugs he largely made. The man thought long and hard about it, all of the normal drugs had been invented and making a better version of an old drugs wasn’t going to cut it. He needed something new. He sat in his hotel room and worked the problem, he had half a dozen ideas scrawled on a pad of paper, tv playing in the background when WGBS-TV started reporting on Gotham City and the many plagues that seemed to the city on a yearly basis. At first, he wasn’t listening, until it came to the time the city was overtaken by Scarecrow and his fear gas. The man turned to the set and listened how the gas held the city at bay with horrific hallucinations dredged from the victim’s subconscious. The man of course heard of Dr. Crane and his studies in phobia but had never taken any interest in it, he had been making people addicted to joy for the past few years, fear meant nothing to him. The segment moved to the time last year when the woman known as Poison Ivy overtook downtown Gotham by turning Perez Park into a jungle, her pheromones covering the city, making an army of male slaves… And an idea started to form. The man scribbled some notes down on his pad, doing the math in his head twice before looking over what he had…and in that moment he knew what he needed to do next. He needed to go to Gotham. Cravings Dick Grayson loved waking up in the morning. Well…it was actually late afternoon but in the Batfamily, that was the crack of dawn. He got out of bed, stretched and made his way to the bathroom, his morning wood leading the way. He slept nude, because…well because if you looked like Dick Grayson you would find every excuse not to wear clothes either. Though he would never say it out loud, the boy was very proud of the way he looked. His parents had started him young, gymnastics since he could walk, acrobatics later, by the time he was 12 he possessed a body that most Olympic hopefuls would kill for. After being trained by Bruce his body only got better from there. Now in his mid-twenties, Dick Grayson was objectively one of the ten hottest men on the planet, and he knew it. He paused to examined himself in the mirror, taking in his form and admiring it… He smiled at what he saw…this was going to be a good day. Slipping on some underwear he went and poured himself a bowl of cereal as he turned on the news. There had been a lot of activity last night in Bludhaven and he was curious to the aftermath As he ate and watched he heard the announcer go on about a string over overdoses in Gotham and the outlining areas. Over a dozen bodies had been found in the past 24 hours all over the Gotham area, all of the drug overdoses from a drug the coroner was struggling to identify. Dick walked over and slid his mask on, connecting to the Oracle network. He tapped the side, “Anyone awake?” A groggy Tim Drake came back, “Barely.” Dick smiled, Tim was a notorious night owl, to him this was the crack of dawn. “What has you up so early?” Dick asked putting his bowel into the sink. “Up late,” Tim replied, “We were up all night, Bruce just went to bed, I’m still analyzing.” “This the drug thing on the news?” “One in the same, 14 people dropped dead last night, all of them stoned out of their mind on something new. GCPD has no idea what it is but we do. I got traces of fear toxin in their bloodstream.” That stopped Dick cold, “Scarecrow?” “No, Crane is still in Arkham, we paid him a visit last night. It’s not the same thing, but it’s been modified…I just can’t figure out how.” For Tim Drake to admit he couldn’t figure something out that meant it was nearly impossible to do. “What did Crane say?” He heard the boy sigh, “Nothing, that someone is using his formula and ruining it…that his toxin is an artform and this is a travesty…you know the same as always.” “So, what’s your lead?” “Bruce reasoned if someone is using his formula, he must be using one of Crane’s old labs, so we spent the night busting down doors, checking all his old haunts.” “And?” “And they were cleaned out, someone has been collecting his old gear and making whatever these people are dying from. I just can’t figure out what it’s mixed with…” “Why would anyone take fear toxin willingly?” Dick asked, knowing this was going to be what he was dealing with today. “It’s not fear anymore, from witnesses these people were hypersexual, they all died literally because their hearts gave out after marathon sex sessions.” “Who the hell makes something like that?” Tim’s voice snapped, “I don’t know! That’s what I’m trying to figure out!” Dick’s voice got soft, “Tim, listen to me. You’re exhausted, you aren’t going to find anything like this.” “People are dying Dick…” he began to protest. “I know, Crane had a lab here in Bludhaven, you go close your eyes and I’ll go check it out. When you wake up hopefully I’ll have some answers.” The line was silent and he knew Tim was considering it. “I mean it Tim, you’re running on fumes and no amount of caffeine will give you an answer. Go rest, I’ll take over for now.” Tim sighed, “Fine…but be careful, this is someone new, we don’t know…” “Tim,” Dick interrupted him, “I know, got to sleep.” The line cut off and Dick took a good stretch before changing into his uniform, time to go to work. Dick didn’t have a Batcave but he did have a false wall in his loft that carried his equipment, changing into his uniform he did a double check of his gear, making sure everything was in working order and ready for the day. That was when a female’s voice began to talk in his ear, “You cannot be gearing up this early.” Dick smiled, hearing Barbra’s voice always made him feel happier, “The early bird gets the worm,” he quipped, pulling his gloves on. “Which is great if you love eating worms, did Bruce rope you into this drug thing too?” “Nope, just found out about it. Tim filled me in, there is an old warehouse Crane used a couple times here in Blud, can’t hurt checking it out.” “Be careful Dick, whoever is making this new drug doesn’t seem to care who he is dying when they take it. No one is selling it, so he’s passing it out…which is even more frightening.” Dick opened the skylight, “C’mon Babs, careful is my middle name,” he shot the cable out of his escrima stick and was pulled up to the roof. “Right, the trapeze artist is going to try to convince me he’s careful.” Dick grinned as he leaped across the rooftop, “Ok, how about prepared?” “Get your work done quickly and you can show me how prepared you are,” she said seductively. Dick felt himself start to get hard midflip and had to stop to adjust himself, “Damnit Barbra, you know you can’t do that while I’m wearing this cup!” She chuckled, “Oh I know, I just like knowing I can affect you. Good luck Boy Wonder, let me know what you find.” She signed off and Dick sat there and willed himself to go soft again, wondering if he had time to hop over to the clocktower to fuck the shit out of her before he got to work… No, people were dying, “No time for love Doctor Jones,” he said to himself as he took off across the rooftops, towards the abandoned warehouse that Crane used all those years ago. By the time he got to the docks the sun was setting, the shadows claiming the city for the night. He landed on the roof and looked down through the skylight, his mask switching to night vision. “Oracle, are you seeing this?” he whispered as he saw men moving around inside. Silence. He tapped his ear twice but nothing, the uplink was being jammed. “Well, that’s not good,” he muttered under his breath. He crouched there, thinking. Common sense said he needed to back away and get out of the jamming area. Everything he had been taught told him to call it in and let them know he might need backup…not to drop down and try to take this on by himself… He rolled his head, popping his neck as he readied himself…he saw four people total. The day he needed help with four jerks was the day he hung up his mask. He carefully opened the skylight and crept inside, making sure not to draw any attention to himself. He made his way across one of the wooden beams that supported the roof. He got over the men and listened in. “…re do you want these boss?” one of the men asked. Without Oracle uplink he couldn’t get aa facial recognition scan but, in this case, he didn’t need one. That was Big Tony, used to run with Scarecrow’s gang, Bruce and him had busted him aa dozen times back when he was Robin. Dick remembered asking Batman once why he was called Big Tony since the man was tall and lean and not very gig at all. The caped crusader didn’t answer and it took years for Dick to learn the man had once been an adult film star that ended up owing so much money from drugs that he turned to crime to get easy money. “Stack them over with the rest,” an unknown voice said, “And be careful, those are the perfected formula, we can’t risk damaging them.” “So, these won’t kill the junkies like the last batch?” a second man asked as he moved crates. Dick’s eyes narrowed, he knew that one too, he called himself Aces, worked for Ivy for years, he was had been a college baseball player who bet on his own games and ended up owing the Falcones almost a quarter million dollars. With his reputation ruined he lost his scholarship and modeling contracts and turned to a life of crime, Ivy taking him under her wing since he was easily the best-looking thug in Gotham. “At least he was until I broke his nose,” Dick thought to himself, remembering taking the man down as Robin a few years back. “The chemicals I am working with are volatile and no one has combined them like this before, there were always going to be…setbacks.” Dick gritted his teeth, what kind of maniac called multiple deaths setbacks? “That’s the last of the boxes loaded doc,” a gruff voice said, “Truck is ready.” “Shit,” Dick thought, that was Bull McComb, ex-boxer and all-around thug for hire. He had run with most of the criminal masterminds in Gotham and Dick had gone up against him as Robin and Nightwing. He was a beast but he could be taken down. “So, three assholes I’ve beaten and an unknown,” he thought to himself, “I got this.” Moving to a more strategic position he called down, “Gentlemen, check out time was a couple hours ago, housekeeping needs to get in here.” Predictably all four men looked up and Nightwing got a good look at the unknown. He was in his 50’s slight build, glasses, lab coat, not a threat, which meant three hostiles he’s dealt with before. Piece of cake. Flipping off the beam he dodged the gunshots as he came down hard on Bull. The man staggered back as Dick backflipped off him to connect with Aces who was trying to draw a bead on him. Dick reasoned Bull would take a few seconds getting back up while Aces would be staggered long enough for him to connect with Tony, who took a escrima stick across the chin. Three men, three seconds, couldn’t get easier than that. Dick looked up at the unknown doctor, “I don’t know who you are bringing that junk into my city, but it ends now.” The man didn’t seem all that scared, which was fair, when it came to intimidation Dick was not in Bruce’s league. Hell, even Jason was scarier, but it didn’t matter…scared or not this guy was going to jail. “No, I don’t think so,” the man said calmly, “I’ve come to far to be stopped by the likes of you.” Dick gripped his sticks and walked towards him, “Well the likes of me is placing you under arres…” which was as far as he got when the man threw something at him. Reflexes, born from years of training, brought an escrima stick up to deflect it away…but instead it burst the plastic bag, a fine white powder surrounding the hero. Nightwing stumbled back as he inhaled the powder, felt it coat his tongue as he closed his mouth too late…it was sickly sweet like an overripe pear with a tinge of chemicals that burned his lungs. “Wha…” he stammered as his heart rate accelerated…his breathing intensifying in an uncharacteristic panic. “You motherfucker…” Bull said from behind him but the doctor held a hand up. “Wait,” he said, “Give it a second.” Dick’s blood seemed to burn as his thoughts went fuzzy…what was that? He shook his head as he tried to regain focus but nothing worked…the world seemed to tilt to the right as he stumbled around blindly. “He will be no more trouble,” the doctor said, gathering the last of his notes and putting them in his briefcase, “Our work here is concluded, you’ll find the money has been wired to your accounts, it was a pleasure.” The man began to walk out and the three thugs looked confused, Tony asked, “Um boss, what you want us to do with him?” The doctor looked back at the drugged hero, “He doesn’t concern me, I’d suggest leaving before the Bliss wears off.” Aces cocked his head, “You mean you don’t want us to like, tie him up and dangle him over a vast of acid or something?” “Or sharks!” Bull added, “We can get a tank of sharks…” The doctor sighed, “Gentlemen, I am not one of your ‘supervillains’, I came here to perfect this drug and I have, what you do to him is none of my concern.” A sinister smile crossed Tony’s face, “You mean we can have him?” The doctor just continued to walk towards the running truck, “That is precisely what I am saying.” With that he got in and drove off… Leaving Nightwing at the mercy of the three men. The men stood around Nightwing, who had no idea what was going on. His body was hot, too hot, like he was in a sauna hot…he pulled at his uniform as he struggled to keep his thoughts in line. Random images flashed across his mind, Kory naked under him, writhing as he fucked her hard…Barbra moaning as she rode his cock in the Batcomputer’s chair, her heard thrown back in ecstasy…the dozens of girls he had fucked as Robin, Gotham groupies who he had rawdogged in alleys after saving their lives… “Focus…” he muttered to himself as his mind burned with sex. “What do we do with him?” Bull asked the group, watching the hero stumble around, muttering to himself. “Let’s kill him,” Aces says, pulling out a switchblade. Tony slapped it out of his hands, “Are you fucking insane? Do you know what kind of heat that would bring down on us? This fuck knows Superman!” “Then what?” Aces shot back, “What’s your big idea?” Tony looked the man up and down, taking in his flawless body in detail, raw hunger radiating from his eyes, “You want to kill him and I say, there are better ways to ruin a hero.” “Um, kill him?” Bull said, not following along. Tony rolled his eyes, “Give me that blade,” he said pointing to the switchblade. Aces handed it over to him. Dick saw Tony walk towards him, he brought his fists up shakily, “Back off…” “Whoa, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Tony said in a soft voice, “You look shaky bud, you ok?” Dick shook his head, “Fine…you’re under arrest…” Tony flashed him a grin, “Sure thing bud, but you look bad, look at you, sweating…you’re burning up! Let’s get that costume off you…” Nightwing stumbled back as the man reached for him, falling back onto his ass, “No…” Tony approached slowly, “Hey, hey…it’s ok…” he put his hand on the hero’s thigh, “I got ya…” Dick shuddered, the touch sent a spark of electricity through is body in the most disturbing way. He tried to pull away but he had nowhere to go, “Stop…” he said weakly. Tony crouched down in front of him, “Shhh, let me help you…” he said as he started cut Nightwing’s suit, slowly slicing strips away. Dick tried to stop him but he was too weak, “N-no..” Tony ignored him and kept going, “You’ll feel better, once we get this off you…” He kept slicing as Dick tried to move, finally cutting away at his crotch, freeing his throbbing cock. It slapped yup against his uniformed abs and Dick gasped at the sensation. “Wow, look at you Boy Wonder...” Tony said, admiring the swollen cock, “All grown up huh?” he said, slowly grasping the thick shaft. “N-no…” Dick protested as he felt the fingers wrap around his pride and joy. It had never responded to anything so much as it did to Tony touching him. The thug leaned in closer, “You want this, don’t you? I can tell” he said as he started to slowly stroke the shaft. Dick’s head fell back, a moan escaping his lips as he felt the blood rush to his dick. Never before had he been so aroused by a man. It was wrong and yet it sent electricity through his all the same. Dick’s hands tried to push Tony away but he had no strength, “S-stop…not…no…” he moaned as he felt his hips move up to meet the man’s hand. Tony’s other hand reached down to cup Nightwing’s massive balls, rolling them gently in his palm. Dick couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped his lips, “Please stop…” “You sure?” Tony asked, speeding his hand up, “Your cock sure seems to love this.” Dick sobbed as he felt his eyes roll back in his head as he surrendered to the criminal’s touch. He knew this was disgusting, he was no fairy! He had fucked women from other planets! But as Tony worked his cock and balls over, he felt his mind burning for more, even as he hated it. “Come on Nightwing,” Tony urged him on, “Cum for me…I wanna see you shoot your load all over your pretty uniform!” Dick was so close, he could feel the orgasm building in his balls, his toes curled and he moaned as he struggled to speak, “I can’t…I…can’t…” he ended on a gasp as he tried to fight it as long as he could. Finally his cock exploded, cum squirting out of his cock and hitting his chest in great white globs, his load dripping down his uniform lewdly. Tony released the still; hard cock and grabbed the back of the hero’s head, “Clean your mess up boy,” and pushed his mouth onto his cum covered palm. Dick felt a jolt run through him at the command and despite his protests, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, tasting the salty, tangy taste of his own semen. As he hungrily sucked away at Tony’s hand, he could feel his cock throb. His vision was hazy and he couldn’t believe he was doing this, but at the same time he could feel his body responding to the stimulation. Tony stood up and took a step back from the cum covered hero, “Nice, ok, well see you later bud.” He turned to walk away and a burning began to course through Nightwing’s body! He let out a strangled moan as he shook. Tony looked back, “Something wrong bud?” “Burns…” Dick gasped, not understanding what was going on. “Oh right, yeah that’s Bliss for ya. Seems once you cum on it…you body starts to crave it…so if you’re not fucking around you go through withdrawals.” He smiled, “Nothing a big, bad superhero like you can’t handle right?” Dick had never felt pain like this before, he had been trained for physical pain, this was something completely different. It felt like his entire nervous system was on fire and no matter how much he tried to ride it out…it just got worse. “So yeah, I’d love to help you out, but you know, with the arresting and all, I need to go.” The pain became worse and it felt like his blood had been replaced with sandpaper, “WAIT!” he pleaded with them, “Don’t…” “Don’t what?” Tony asked curiously. Dick struggled to his knees, “Please…help me…” Tony looked back at the other two, “What do you think boys? Should we help him?” The other two men looked down at Dick the same way wolves looked at sheep, “Yeah,” Aces said, “We might be able to work something out.” Tony walked over and helped Dick to his feet, “Come on buddy, help me get these pants off of you…” Dick closed his eyes as Bull slipped his boots off while Aces removed his pants, leaving him naked from the waist down. Tony gripped him from behind, “Fuck boy, you are so hot.” Dick felt the man feel him up and his cock throbbed helplessly in front of him as shame flooded his senses, “Wrong…” he whispered, “This is wrong…” Tony grabbed his cock again and felt the hero arch his back to thrust into his hand, “You seem to love it…slut!” Aces walked up, “I wanna see his face…” and reached for his mask. Tony tried to stop him but it was too late, as soon as the man pulled on it an electrical charge was released, throwing the thug back across the warehouse. “Its fucking boobytraped you idiot!” Tony raged as him, “All the bats have that shit.” Aces slowly stood up, “I’m gonna…” “Do nothing,” Tony said, “Sides who cares who the fuck he is? I wanna fuck Nightwing, not some asshole.” “He likes it boss,” Bull said, pointing to the hero, who the entire time, had been rocking his hips back and forth, fucking Tony’s hand despite the argument. Tony laughed, “Oh you are a little slut aren’t you…” he pushed him down to the ground, “Lemme see that ass!” Nightwing let out a groan as the man slapped his ass, spreading the cheeks to peer at his twitching hole. The hero felt his cheeks being spread further apart and then the man’s tongue slowly lick around his virgin hole. “OH!” Nightwing gasped as he felt he man slowly start to rim him. He had never experienced anything like this before. No one had ever dared to touch his ass like that, let alone stick their fucking tongue in it! He felt himself getting more and more aroused with each lick and moan that left the man’s lips. He felt the meaty tongue plunge into his ass, feeling every inch explore his inner walls. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” He cried, weakly trying to crawl away but failing. His hands slipped and slid in the dirty water, unable to get any traction. He sobbed helplessly as the man continued to eat him out, his face covered in spit and ass sweat. Tony moved to stand up and Nightwing whimpered, unable to bear the thought of being without Tony’s tongue inside him. His ass burned from the absence and he realized in horror he had become addicted to it as well! He wasn't a faggot! He was Nightwing, he had bedded countless beautiful women, he was above this sickening desire! And yet, his hole dripped with the man's spit, wanting to be filled. Tony stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Like that, don't ya?" He sneered, as he undid his pants, “You have a nice cock there bud, I bet you’ve slain so much pussy,” he pulled his cock out, “But this is why they call me Big Tony!” The cock was well over ten inches long and thick as a fucking coke bottle! The head was an angry purplish red and a drop of precum dripped from the plum sized head. Dick just started open mouthed, half in shock…half in lust as he realized on some level even this was turning him on. “See,” Tony said as he moved his hand up and down his shaft, “This is a real cock, a man’s cock. This is a cock that doesn’t just fuck…it breaks people. It loves a virgin hole…like yours boy. So tell me slut…you want to be broken?” Tony asked with a devilish grin. Nightwing shook his head, “I could never...” But his ass begged to disagree as it twitched involuntarily. Tony chuckled and knelt down behind the hero, wiping the precum onto his hole. He lined his cock up with the tight entrance and gripped Nightwing’s hips, “You sure?” Nightwing began to panic, “No…please…Tony I beg you…not this…” and then closed his eyes as he felt his hole slowly stretch around the massive cockhead. He screamed out as the feeling of being ripped apart consumed him. Tony smiled wickedly as he felt the hero’s tight virgin hole stretch around him, “Come on slut, relax,” he urged as he pushed further in, feeling Nightwing’s ass clamp tightly around his shaft. Sweat poured down his face as he fought the pain, tears mining his cheeks as the thick rod pierced deeper inside of him. Every inch felt like he was being impaled by a poker, scorching his insides as it delved deeper and deeper. Tony's balls smacked against Nightwing's cheeks as he held the man's hips, driving himself deeper until the entire length of his massive cock was buried deep inside his ass. Tony let out a loud groan, pulling out slowly before slamming himself back in, Nightwing screamed out in pain as his ass burned around the massive tool. The screams echoed in the empty warehouse as Tony started picking up his pace, pistoning himself in and out of Nightwing’s gaping hole. Each thrust was like a freight train crashing into a brick wall. The pain coursed through Nightwing’s body, igniting every nerve ending as he felt every inch of Tony’s massive cock stretch him. His hole had never been so violated, so stretched, so used. The thick rod pistoning in and out of him, skewering him from the inside out. He was in hell, all he knew was pain and shame as the man fucked him like a cheap whore. But as the man changed his angle he hit something inside of the hero that caused an explosion of pleasure like nothing he had ever felt before. “FUCK!” Dick screamed as he felt his cock begin to harden as he was fucked. “Nonononono not this…” he wailed as he felt the pain slowly turn into pure pleasure… “Oh yeah,” Tony cried, slapping the hero’s ass, “Tighten that cunt up, come on boy, push back on daddy’s cock!” Dick complied without even meaning to, pushing back to meet Tony’s savage thrusts. Every plunge of the man’s cock felt like it was going to rip him apart…but instead it was stretching him, molding him to fit the monster that was reaming his ass. His cock was leaking pre-cum onto the dirty floor of the warehouse, the shame and self-hatred at his body’s response only fueled his arousal. “Yeah, that’s right,” Tony grunted, “Take that big cock, you little slut.” Dick’s eyes rolled back as he felt Tony’s balls smack against his ass cheeks, filling him up like never before. It was as if his body was betraying him, his ass greedily clenching around the invading rod. “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m enjoying this,” he thought, but the pleasure coursing through his veins told him otherwise. He could feel his ass clenching around Tony’s cock, milking it for all its worth. Tony’s hands gripped Nightwing’s hips tightly, pulling him back onto his cock with each powerful thrust. His balls slapped against the hero’s tight ass, leaving a stinging sensation that only added to the bliss. The other two thugs, Aces and Bull, watched in awe as the hero took Tony’s massive cock like a pro. Nightwing’s ass cheeks jiggled with each thrust, his hole stretched wide open and glistening with cum. They could see his cock bouncing with every plunge, and knew that despite his protests, the hero was enjoying it. Aces pulled his cell out and pointed it at the scene, “Hey slut…smile for the camera!” Dick looked up and moaned as he realized he was being filmed as Tony fucked him. Another wave of shame washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as Tony picked up his pace. Tony's cock was relentless, pistoning in and out of Nightwing's gaping hole with ease. Every thrust bottomed out with a wet slap, the sound of flesh on flesh ringing through the warehouse. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the musty scent of the decaying warehouse. With every thrust of Tony's cock, Nightwing's mind was spinning, confusion and pleasure fighting for dominance. His body betrayed him, he could feel his cock throbbing, leaking pre-cum onto the dirty floor. He wanted to scream, to tell them to stop, but all that came out were desperate, animalistic moans. "Yeah, take that cock you little bitch," Tony grunted, gripping Nightwing's hips tighter. “Oh god…” Dick moaned, hating that his hips pushed back to meet the man’s thrust, basically impaling himself on the massive cock, “Stop…oh god please stop!” he sobbed, as the pleasure began to overwhelm him. “Nah, I don’t think so,” Tony chuckled as he gripped Nightwing’s hips harder, slamming his cock deeper and harder into the hero’s. “I think you like it, slut.” Dick couldn’t argue. He loved the feeling of being impaled on the man’s cock. Loved the way his cock was bouncing lewdly as he was fucked. He had never felt so used, so completely filled, and it was addictive. The pain had melted away, leaving only pure ecstasy. He felt his body tense up as his orgasm built, his balls drawing up tight against his body. Tony sensed this and quickened his pace, driving himself deeper into Nightwing's quivering hole. “Oh shit…no…oh fuck…” Dick cried…gonna cum!” he wailed as he felt his balls tingle. Tony draped his muscular body over Nightwing’s back, his cock pistoning faster and faster into the hero’s slick, gaping hole. “Come for daddy,” he whispered in the hero’s ear, “Show everyone how much you like being fucked!” Dick cried out in shameful pleasure as he felt his cock explode, shooting thick ropes of cum all over the dirty floor. His hole clamped down on Tony’s cock, milking it as he emptied himself. Ther thing groaned as he began to shoot in Dick’s abused hole, filling it with his cum, Dick sobbed as he realized he had let this fucking criminal breed him on film! Dick’s body shook under Tony as the man slowly withdrew his cock, cum gushing out of the hero’s once pristine hole. Dick laid there in shock, what had just happened? Tony slapped that perfect ass, loving the jiggle of the firm muscle, “Let me tell you Boy Wonder, that ass is everything I dreamed of.” Dick clenched his eyes shut, trying to block the words out as he felt the warm cum run down his leg. “So what’cha say hero?” Aces said, “You ready for the rest of us?” Dick looked up in horror, “Never…” Aces knelt down and got close to Dick’s face, “You sure about that…” he looked at his watch, “I mean its just a matter of time before…” And as if on cue Dick’s blood began to burn again. “Fuck…” he screamed as the pain came rushing back, twice as bas as before, “MOTHERFUCKER!” he bellowed, writhing around on the floor as his entire body was flooded with unimaginable pain. “Want it to stop?” Aces asked him. Dick looked up, tears running down his face, “H-how…” The man pulled his cock out and sprinkled some powder on it, “Easy…take another hit.” It was a nice cock, easily eight and half, thick…Dick stared at it and the powder on it as he struggled not to shriek in pain. “Come on buddy, one lick and it goes away,” the man said, fisting his cock. Another spasm of pain and Dick knew he was lost. He moved towards it and Aces took a step back, “Crawl to it slut… I wanna see how bad you want it.” Dick hesitated for a moment before giving in to his body’s cravings, his knees slipping on the wet concrete as he crawled towards the thug. The pain still radiated throughout his entire body, forcing moans to escape his lips, “Please…just make it stop…” “Come on boy,” Aces called out like he was talking to a dog, “Come get it boy! Come lick!” Aces ordered and Dick willingly obliged, crawling across the cold, dirty floor. He stuck his tongue out and licked the powder on the tip of the man's cock. The taste was bitter, but it was a small price to pay for the relief it brought. Dick moaned as the pain slowly subsided, and he felt a strange warmth spread through his body. He knew he was addicted and he didn't care. He licked more and more before taking the whole cock into his mouth, sucking the drug off the member. Aces filmed the hero sucking his cock like a greedy whore, loving every second of it, “Look up at me baby, lemme see those pretty eyes.” Dick did as he was told, making eye contact with the man as he sucked his cock like a demon possessed. “Oh yeah, that’s right, slut, I’m gonna fill that dirty mouth of yours with my cum.” Dick sucked harder, getting himself high on the drugs he was consuming. The pain had subsided, only a warm tingle remained, lingering at the corner of his mind as he worked the thugs cock lavishly. His tongue swirled along the veiny shaft, getting each inch wet before taking the whole thing into his mouth. The man threw his head back and groaned, fisting Nightwing's hair as he took control of the tempo. Dick felt his cock twitch at the sound of the man's pleasure, his mind blurring as he worked the throbbing shaft. He realized he was imitating the scores of women who had sucked him off, basically doing what he knew felt good. The memory of who he was danced through his mind and he felt a fresh wave of shame as the man thrust into his mouth harder, flooding his tongue with precum. He gagged as the man used him, Dick hated it but the pleasure the drug brought him made it tolerable. Aces pulled his cock out and began to slap Dick’s handsome face with it, leaving wet precum marks cross his cheeks, “Beg for boy, come on boy…beg!” he said as if commanding a dog again. Nightwing's cock throbbed, his mind heavy with a mixture of shame, guilt, and pleasure. “Come on boy, beg for it!” He had always thought of himself as a strong, powerful man. But now, here he was, on his hands and knees, wearing nothing but a tunic and mask, begging for this stranger's cock. His hole throbbed with excitement and desire, still stretched wide from the previous pounding he had taken. The drug flowing through his veins demanded more, his body craved it, and his pride and ego were already shattered beyond repair. Slowly on his hands and knees, his face slapped with a stranger’s cock, begging for it like the dirty little slut he looked up and pleaded, “Please, sir, more?” He heard himself ask and although he was disgusted with himself, his body begged for it. Aces laughed, “Take that idiotic costume, off, I wanna see your titties!” Suppressing a groan Dick pulled his tunic off, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. Aces whistled, “Damn…you are so fucking hot…turn around, show me that little hole…give me a show slut!” Dick turned around to reveal his still gaping hole. His face turned red as the man whistled in approval . He felt like a cheap whore showing off but he already feel the burning start…he needed sex quickly. Aces removed his clothes, revealing a tight, toned body of his own. Dick was appalled to find some part of him found the man attractive. He tried to bury the thought as he moved between Dick’s legs, “You want this?” he asked the hero. Nightwing said nothing, screaming at himself to stop…and then slowly nodded. Aces pressed his cock to Dick’s cummy hole, “Push back slut, fuck yourself on my cock!” Dick took a deep breath before complying, feeling his hole stretch around Aces’ cock. The drug in his system made him powerless to resist the pleasure, and he impaled himself on the invading rod. Aces growled as he felt the hero’s tight hole stretch around his cock, squeezing him tight as he watched the hero work himself back and forth. “Shit…oh fuck…” Nightwing cried realizing the horrible truth about Aces cock. “You like that curve?” the thug asked, “drives clits crazy!” Dick’s head hung down in shame as he felt himself push back onto that cock, each time it slamming into his prostate perfectly, cause his own cock to weep. He hated himself for enjoying this, for getting overwhelmed by the bliss coursing through his veins; everything else faded away as Ace’s cock hit that spot inside of him. His mind felt hazy with lust as he felt the thick veins massage every part of him, plundering his depths like a pirate searching for gold. He was helpless to do anything but moan as Aces gripped his hips, pulling him back onto his cock, slamming into him relentlessly. Dick wasn't sure when he lost control of his own body. All he knew was that Aces' cock was hitting his prostate just right, and the drug in his system made the pleasure so intense that nothing else mattered. He gave himself over to it, his soft moans becoming louder as Aces picked up the pace. Ace grabbed the hero’s head and pulled it back, kissing him savagely. Dick was shocked to feel a man’s tongue enter his mouth but as soon as that cock hit his bitch button he found himself kissing back. He could feel Aces’ tongue dueling with his own, a mix of pleasure and disgust warred within him but soon the drug won out, an animalistic desire consumed the hero. He moaned, slamming Ace’s cock deeper into himself. “So hot,” Ace said, biting Dick’s neck, leaving mark after mark as he fucked him. Dick whimpered as the man’s teeth grazed his sensitive skin, the sting of pain only adding to the twisted pleasure of the moment. He could feel his hole quivering around the man’s thick, curved cock, sucking him deeper with each thrust. The man’s pubic hairs ground against his overly-sensitive hole, and Dick’s prostate throbbed with a near-constant stream of pleasure, his abs shaking with the intensity the fucking. Ace pushed Dick forward down the ground as he slammed into his tiny hole. Dick screamed as he felt his ass stretch from a different angle, his hips slamming back to meet the man’s cock shamelessly. “Come on you fucking whore,” Aces raged, “Push that ass back, beg me to fuck you!” Dick grunted as the thick cock rooted him even further, his hips moving of their own accord, “Please… harder…” “You love that cock, don’t you?” Aces laughed as he pulled out, draping himself over the hero’s back, his cock leaving Dick’s abused hole with an audible pop before shoving it back in as hard as he could. Nightwing yowled as the pain returned in full force, but the drug made him beg for more. “Fuck me! Harder!” he cried out, his mind consumed by a haze of desire. Aces was happy to oblige, brutally slamming his cock into Nightwing’s ass, each thrust causing the hero to scream in pleasure and pain. The sounds of the two men fucking echoed throughout the warehouse, Dick not believing what he was doing. He wasn’t even trying to stop himself, he arched his back again and again, needing all of the thug’s cock in him and more. “You a good boy bitch?” Ace asked the hero, “You my good boy?” Dick’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he pushed his ass back again, answering with a guttural moan. Ace’s hand wrapped around Dick’s throat as his hips pounded harder. “Answer me mutt…you my good fuckdog?” Aces growled as he tightened his grip on Nightwing’s throat. “F-fuck, yes…god yes, fuck me harder!” Dick choked out as the man’s massive cock filled him to the brim. “That’s not how fuckdogs talk…they bark…come on fuckdog…bark for my cock! Bark to be bred!” Ace demanded, squeezing the hero’s windpipe tighter. Nightwing’s vision started to tunnel as oxygen was cut off from his brain. His only thoughts were of the tingling sensation growing in his balls, he knew he was about to cum again, and this thought amplified his lust for Ace’s cock. He barked, a desperate, needy sound that seemed to drive Ace into a frenzy. “Louder! Come on slut, bark for my cock! Bark like a fucking dog!” he raged as he slammed into that tight ass over and over. Nightwing was lost in a sea of pleasure, unable to form a cohesive thought as he was fucked mercilessly. The entire warehouse echoed with the sound of Aces' body slamming into him, the sickeningly wet sound of his cock slamming into Nightwing’s ass, and the hero’s exaggerated moans filling the air. Suddenly, Aces pulled out, leaving Nightwing’s battered hole twitching and aching in the cold air. Dick’s mind was reeling from the sudden loss of pleasure. “Please no, don’t stop now!” he heard himself beg, and he couldn’t believe how pathetic he sounded. He heard loud, dirty laughs from them all. Ace looked down and grinned at him, “Only fuckdogs get to cum…be a good boy…heel!” Dick crawled to the man, never feeling so low in his life. Ace looked over at one of the heros stick, “Tony, grab me that symbol off of that.” Tony went over and pulled the small Nightwing symbol off of it and handed it over. Ace pulled a dog collar out of his pocket, “What the fuck is it with you and dogs?” Tony asked the man as he fastened the symbol to the collar. He just smiled, “Trust me, you’ll love this,” then to Dick, “Come here boy, come!” In a daze Nightwing crawled to him and Ace fastened the collar around his neck, locking it shut, “Now you’re a good fuckdog.” Dick knelt there stunned, he looked up at ace in confusion. “Bark fuckdog, bark to be fucked!” Ace said with a wicked grin. Dick felt a rush of humiliation and disgust at the thought of being turned into a dog, but the bliss coursing through his veins wouldn’t let him refuse. He opened his mouth and let out a pitiful little bark, “Ruff” the sound of his own voice shocked him, almost as much as the feel of Ace’s big muscular arm around his thin neck. The thug led him around the warehouse like a pet, his new nose mere inches from Ace’s thigh. Ace looked at Nightwing, “On your back, spread those legs wide…prepare to be bred like the bitch you are!” Dick obeyed, laying down on the filthy, wet floor as he spread his legs apart. Ace knelt in between his legs and smirked as he grabbed hold of Nightwing's ankles, hooking them over his shoulders as he pressed the tip of his slick, thick cock against the hero's abused hole. The feeling of Ace's perfect cock pressing against his hole sent a shiver down Nightwing's spine, the drug coursing through his veins demanding more. Ace smirked and pushed into the hero's slick entrance, inch by inch he forced his thick meat into the hero’s ass, stretching the hero's hole to its limit. Dick squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the pain as Ace thrust into him, but all he succeeded in doing was opening himself up more. Ace's thick, veiny shaft disappeared into the abused hole, filling it completely. “OH god yes!” Dick was shocked to hear himself cry as he begged the thug to fuck him. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of shame and disgust at himself as he pleaded. He knew he should be fighting back, but the drug had him under its control. All he could feel was the overwhelming need for release. Ace wasted no time, ramming his curved cock into Nightwing's abused hole. Dick sobbed, his mind a blur as he felt his body being impaled on the thug's rod. He felt every inch invade him, filling him to the brim. He saw the man hold his legs apart the same way he had with so many girls…only now he was the cunt…the fucking whore to be used. “My fuckdog wanna cum? You wanna cum boy?” Ace asked, slamming into the hero recklessly now, driving them both towards an orgasm. Dick nodded his head frantically, the need to cum almost unbearable. His cock throbbed, precum leaking from his tip and trickling down the sides of his shaft. It was all he wanted, the only thing that mattered anymore. Ace’s cruel grin spread wider as Dick’s body trembled under his abuse. He had him right where he wanted, hooked on his drug of choice, completely under his control. "Howl for me mutt, howl like the fucking sloppy bitch you are now!" Ace roared, knowing there was no turning back now. He gripped Nightwing's ankles tighter, his fingers digging into the flesh as he plowed into the hero mercilessly. Dick threw his head back and let out a mournful howl, his mind a blur as the man's thick, veiny cock rammed into him again and again, filling him to the brim. “Gonna fucking breed your cunt,” Ace growled, “You gonna have my puppies you fucking mutt?” Dick closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks as he nodded his head. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to cum, needed to end the torment coursing through his veins. He squealed as Ace pulled on his ankles, spreading himself open in a way no person should ever experience. The thug slammed his hips forward, his cock slamming hard into Dick’s prostate, sending the hero into a numbing orgasm. Stars burst behind his eyes as he sprayed his own chest, breathing heavily. Ace groaned in pleasure, reaching down to squeeze Nightwing’s balls, rolling them between his fingers as he emptied his own balls deep inside the hero’s well-used ass. Dick could feel the warmth spread through his ass as Ace collapsed on top of him, his mouth finding the hero’s and began passionately kissing him again. Dick hated that he kissed him back, their bodies smearing the cum and sweat against each other as Ace made out with the drugged man. Yet he couldn’t help himself. Every twitch of his cock made him lightheaded, every drip more pleasurable than the last. Ace pulled out of the hero’s ass, leaving it wide open and gaping from the hard fucking it had taken. “Now that was hot,” he said, looking down at the defeated hero with a smile. Dick just laid there, panting…his body was in a state of pure bliss as he felt the cum under him cool…but then he felt it…the gnawing emptiness returning. He looked up at the men with wild eyes as they smiled back at him. “What’s wrong boy?” Ace said, “You need more? Puppy wants to be bred again?” Dick fought himself to answer, he had been collared and fucked…he had to stop this…but the emptiness began to twist into discomfort and he knew pain was coming. “Come on boy,” Ace said kneeling down, “Speak! Puppy need to be bred?” Dick felt his heart race, he wanted more but he was so ashamed of himself. He didn't want to admit that he needed this, that the thought of their cocks filling him again made him eager if not desperate. His ass clenched at the mere mention of it and his mind was torn between his own desires and the shame that came with them. “I-I…” he began to stutter. Ace slapped his face hard, the sting shocking the hero, “Fuckdogs don’t speak, they bark. Answer me slut…does puppy want to be bred?” Dick could feel the shame creeping up on him as he nodded his head in desperation. Ace smiled, “I can’t hear you, bark for me fuckfdog…fuck to be bred like the slut you are.” Dick hated himself for it, but he couldn’t help the animalistic need that took over him. He let out a pitiful little bark, embarrassment flooding him as the sound left his mouth. “Louder!” Ace demanded. Dick didn't know what came over him as he let out a loud, guttural bark, his voice shaking with shame and need. The men all laughed at his pathetic display, but he barely registered it as the emptiness in his belly grew into a deep, gnawing ache. He craved their touch, their cocks, anything to fill the void that threatened to swallow him whole. He was a prisoner to his own body, unable to resist as his mind descended further into the haze of pleasure. Ace grabbed the collar and pulled the hero along, “Come on then, let me introduce you to my friend Bull.” Dick looked up at the wall of a man and swallowed hard. “Well mutt, what are you waiting for?” Ace snapped, “Undo his belt! Get those pants off him!” Nightwing eagerly obeyed, fumbling with the man’s belt and jeans with shaking hands. As Dick pulled the man’s jeans down, his cock sprang free, causing the hero to gasp in surprise. Even the always-confident Nightwing couldn’t hide his shock at the sheer size of the man’s cock. He couldn’t help but stare in disbelief as he took in the sight of Rocky’s thick, uncut shaft. It hung low like a fucking snake, seven inches soft with the tip peeking out of the foreskin. Dick just stared, not believing what he was seeing. “Now you know why they call me bull,” the man said, grabbing the back of Dick’s head and pushing him closer to it, “Come on cunt, clean me off…” Dick closed his eyes as he began to lick around the head, his tongue licking under the foreskin, the man’s funk filling his senses. The smell, the taste…all of it overwhelming him and he began to lick harder, sucking on the massive head like a teet. “Oh that’s good,” Bull said, his two massive hands covering Dick’s head as his cock began to grow and swell. Dick felt his lips strain as it grew under his tongue. It stretched his jaw, making his eyes water as he felt it pulse and grow, hitting the back of his throat. The man’s grunts of pleasure only encouraged him, his own cock growing as he sucked. “Dirty little fuckdog, You like that cock slut?” Ace growled, watching the scene before him. Dick's head nodded, the words almost incoherent as the massive organ pulsed against his lips. He could hardly believe he was even capable of taking something this size, let alone beg for it, but there was no denying the hunger gnawing at him. He sucked harder and harder, trying his best to deep throat the enormous cock, feeling it pulsing and twitching up against his tongue. Bull's grunts grew louder and louder as he face fucked the weakened hero. Spit dripped from the corner of Nightwing's mouth and coated the man's balls in wetness. The scent of the man's sweat and precum filled the air and mixed with the dust and grit of the warehouse. Dick could feel himself being used, wrecked by these men in the most degrading of ways, and yet he couldn't help but come back for more. His body shook with the pleasure of sucking off this man, a man who saw him as nothing more than a fuckdog. Bull's two massive hands covered Dick's head holding him steady as he pounded into his mouth. Dick's mind went back to when he first became Nightwing. The thrill of danger, the freedom of being free of Bruce’s control, free to do whatever he wanted. He recalled the different women he had been with, their soft moans as they cried out for more. But never in his wildest dreams did he imagine himself falling to his knees, throat-fucking a man twice his size while being called a "fuckdog." Dick started to gag as Bull pushed his cock deeper into his throat, nearly choking him. Precum dripped down the back of his throat and dribbled down his chin. His own cock was rock hard and dripping precum as well, a drop landing on the filthy ground beneath him. The thought of where it had landed and the sheer depravity of the situation should have disgusted him, but all it did was add to the sick thrill building inside of him. Bull pushed him back, Dick gasping for air as he fell back, his cock smearing precum against his abs. “Bull ready to fuck!” the man said laying down, his tower of a cock sticking up, “Come on hero…come ride the bull!” Dick backed up, feeling the massive cock sliding through his asscrack, making him shiver with anticipation. The last of his mind screamed at him to stop…but it was no use…he needed it too bad. “Come on you little cunt,” Bull grunted, “Stop teasing…” Dick reached back with a trembling and placed the cock head to his hole, his mind screaming at him to stop… Ace grabbed his chin and made eye contact, “Bad dog! Sit!” he commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. “I don’t care what your hero bullshit is telling you to do. Obey or I’ll make you obey.” Dick’s mind reeled. He wanted to rebel, to fight back, to prove that he was still in control. But the truth was that he wasn’t. He was a puppet, and these men were the puppeteers. He could feel the weight of his own desire pressing down on him, crushing his resistance until there was nothing left but pleading. With a sigh he lowered himself onto the monster's cock, his hole stretching obscenely wide as it swallowed the thick shaft inch by inch. “FUCK!” he screamed, his head flying back as he felt his hole completely destroyed by the fist of a cock. “SHIT NO! IT’S TOO BIG…NOOO!” he shrieked as he felt the head pop into his ass. Bull’s hands gripped his thighs, pulling him back harder onto the cock, stretching him out more than he ever believed possible. Dick’s screams echoed throughout the warehouse as inch after inch Bull moved into him. He struggled to move but the man’s hands held him still as he slowly pulled him down on his cock. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” Tony said pushing Ace out of the way, he pulled a bag out of his pocket and stuck it in the hero’s face, “Inhale!” Dick had no choice, he inhaled and felt a rush of the powder move up his nose and down his throat…instantly his mind exploded as every pleasure center in his brain began to fire wave after wave of ecstasy through his perfect body. His struggles ceased, his screams faded away to a soft moan, his eyes rolled back in bliss as he felt Bull fill him up completely, his cock buried to the hilt in Nightwing’s ass. Dick felt his spin in sheer ecstasy as he felt his tight, little ass spasm around the 2x4 lodged in him. Then slowly he felt himself being lifted up by the man, allowing every inch to be savored as it left him only to be slammed back down hard, punching up into him like a weapon. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" he screamed, his back arching as his body shuddered in pleasure. Bull pulled and pushed Nightwing, slamming him down harder and harder. All of a sudden, the hero’s muscles were clenching hard around him. “YES! YES” Dick screamed as he came once again…cum flying out of his cock like a firehose…but Bull wasn’t don yet, in face he hadn’t even started. He kept moving the dazed hero up and down his cock, relishing the way his tight, little hero hole squeezed his cock. He dug his fingers into Nightwing's hips as he began to thrust upwards. Dick's eyes fluttered open, but they were unfocused and glazed. He was high out of his mind on Bliss and the pleasure coursing through his veins was too much. He felt like he was floating on cloud nine, completely detached from his perfectly trained body. All that existed was the savage pounding Bull was giving him and it was the most intense thing he had ever felt. He sobbed and whimpered as that cock rammed into him like a siege engine, all the hero could do was mumble protests as his body was overstimulated. He had just cum…he wanted to sleep, to pass out but instead he was riding this tree trunk of a cock over and over. And then something started to change…as Bull stretched his hole open the man’s apple sized cockhead would catch and drag on Dick’s bitch button. The first timed caused him to shudder, the second let out a pitiful moan…the third he began to push back slowly, by the fourth he had braced himself on Bull’s tights and was slamming himself back to meet the thug’s fuck. “Fuck yeah…more…more…” Dick chanted, sweat dripping down, “Fuck me…need more…” he said, archin his back as he impaled himself on the cock fully. Bull chuckled as he watched the hero slowly start to unspool on his cock, speeding up his thrusts, taking over the pace as he fucked himself recklessly, “MORE!” Dick cried! “FUCK ME HARDER!” Bull had to admit he was surprised, most people shied away from his cock, hell he had to pay most girls just to suck him off…but watching this superhero slut beg for more… “YEAH TAKE BULL’S COCK!” the man raged, his ass leaving the floor as he pulled Nightwing own onto him. The hero's back arched in response as he felt another surge of euphoria coursing through his veins. Dick had no idea how much more he could take, his mind tried to fight it…but there was no denying the pleasure he felt. The hero took over the thrusting, instinct taking over as he slammed down onto that baseball bat of a cock. The thug just watched, his lips peeled back in a grotesque smile as he listened to the sounds of the drugged hero moaning and crying. Nightwing thrashed and writhed, his delicious muscles all taut as he forced himself to take every inch of Bull's obscene cock. Tony and Ace grabbed their own shafts and began to pump them, watching the degradation of the hero. The air was thick with humid sweat and musk, the putrid smell of old dust and oil tingeing the senses. Dick's granite abs were slick with the mixture, his lean, delicious body trembling with every pound of Bull's powerful hips. “Oh shit!” Bull cried, “This fucking cunt is gonna make me cum!” “NO!” Dick called out in panic, “Keep going…so close…oh please…more…” Bull tried to hold on but watching the famous Nightwing beg to be fucked was too much and he felt his balls start to tingle, “OH FUCK HERE I GO!” the criminal yelled as he began to flood Dick’s hole with his load. The hero’s eyes widened as he felt the man’s cum fill him up, each jet of semen causing him to shudder. He tried to ride him faster but Bull had stopped fucking as he came. “Cumming inside you, slut!” Bull roared as he released the last of his seed into Nightwing’s depths. The hero let out a gasp as he felt the man’s load fill him, the sensation strange and foreign. Cum dripped down his thighs as he kept slamming back onto the man’s cock. “STOP!” Bull roared, pushing the hero off of him, “Fucking whore get off!” he said, his softening cock leaking the last of his load down his leg. Nightwing laid on the floor, cum spilling out his abused ass, “More…I need more…please!” he called to Tony and Ace. Ace stroked his cock, “How does a fuckdog ask to be bred?” he asked the needy hero. Without hesitation Dick began to bark at him, “Ruff! Ruff! Oh please breed me! Please…” Ace laid down and held his cock up, “Come on then mutt…” Dick scrambled on top of him, pushing himself down onto the man’s cock. He fucked himself savagely, the sound of wet squelching from the loads up in the hero’s ass…Ace smiled when he saw the panic on Nightwing’s face as he slammed back harder and harder, “What’s wrong puppy? Need more?” Dick nodded, “Please…” when he saw the look on Ace’s face he stopped and began to bark again, pleading with the man as a dog would. “You heard him Tony.” Dick felt the man move behind him and before he could stop him, felt a second cock slide into his gaping hole. “OH GOD” Dick sobbed as he felt his ass stretched by two cocks at once. The pain was indescribable, but still, his body responded as if starved. Tony’s grip on his hips was brutal as he slammed into him from behind, his massive cock driving deeper into Dick’s prostate with every thrust. Beneath him, Ace played with the hero’s nipples, teasing and twisting them until they were dark red and tender. Dick moaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy as Tony and Ace double-penetrated him mercilessly. The two men worked in perfect harmony, each one pushing in as the other pulled out, never giving Nightwing a moment of respite from the relentless pleasure. "Take it, you dirty little fuckdog," Tony growled, slapping the hero’s ass cheek so hard the sound echoed through the warehouse. He pulled the collar back, making Dick arch his back so the thug could mark the hero’s neck with hicky after hicky. The man bit down on the flesh, then sucked, leaving behind angry red love bites. These marks would be a constant reminder of his fall from grace. “You like this slut? You like taking our cocks?” Tony whispered in Dick’s ear. The hero nodded his head vigorously, unable to form words as his mind was consumed with the intense pleasure of being filled by two massive cocks at once. "Answer me whore, tell me how much you love this!" Ace snarled, fisting Dick's damp hair and yanking the collar again. The hero's throat worked as he tried to get the words out, his body wracked with wave after wave of bliss that threatened to overwhelm him. "I love it, I love it, please keep going." Dick begged, his hips bucking back and forth between the two men, desperate to maintain the intense sensations coursing through his body. Tony's hands moved over his perfectly sculptured chest and abs as he fucked him, Ace thrusting up to make sure the hero felt every inch of his curve. Watching the insanely hot hero writhe and moan between them was stuff dreams were made of. When Tony pulled his head back Dick willingly kissed the man, wanting every single piece of him he could get. When Tony broke the kiss Ace pulled him down by the collar and kissed him as well, “Look at our slut,” he said between kisses, “You our little bitch now?” Dick nodded vigorously, his mind too gone to care about the implications of his own actions, “Yes, yours…your bitch…your slut...yes, I’m your fuckdog.” Ace looked at Tony and they Ace pulled out of the hero, Dick looke at them with wild, desperate eyes as Ace walked back, wagging his cock, “Crawl over here and clean my cock off whore, show me how well you’re trained.” Dick couldn’t control himself as he scrambled towards the man on the dirty warehouse floor, his ass leaking cum as he began to lick up the mess he had created, swallowing greedily. Ace’s cock twitched and swelled as he watched the usually proud and strong hero reduced to a quivering mess who would do anything for a cock, “Oh yeah puppy, such a good boy, you our good boy?” Dick moaned, the taste of sweat and precum filling his mouth as he sucked on the messy cock, licking up his spunk from Ace’s cock and balls. He was so gone, so overwhelmed by the drugs and the sexual pleasure that he’d lost all sense of who he was. Ace grabbed the collar and pulled the hero off his cock, “Answer me, you my good boy?” Dick’s eyes watered as he just stared at the thug…his entire life flashing before his eyes…Batman, Barbara, Kory, the Titans…all of it…and then he looked down at the man’s cock… And began to bark, over and over as the men laughed…as soon as Ace let go of the collar Dick went back to licking the man’s cock…just waiting for him to fuck him again. One Month Later The bar had no name and that was the way they liked it. A hidden place in Gotham for criminals and thugs to meet and socialize, it was one of the best kept secrets in the city. An array of tech and magic kept it invisible from prying eyes, its location known only to the worst of the worst. The bar was a secret but even more secret was what lied in the basement. To call it a sex club would be tame, it was a place where these criminals, men and women, went to satisfy their darkest urges. What happened down there stayed there and that was the way everyone liked it. So when Tony, Ace and Bull walked in with Nightwing on a leash the place went silent. The people stared in shock as the crimefighter on all fours, panting happily like an animal. Tony looked around, “500 bucks for an hour…who’s in?” No one moved for a second and then there was a mad rush of bills shoved in their face. Ace removed the leash and leaned down, “You my good boy?” Dick nodded smiling, his pupils wide with Bliss. Ace stood up and took a step back, “All yours boys!” Hands grabbed at Nightwing and pulled him into the bar…the sound of his uniform ripping filled the room…

About Mitch Mitch is the kind of guy you remember, the guy that leaves you curious, wanting to know more—whether it's for his chiseled physique or the air of mystery that follows him. At 30 years old, he's a ruggedly handsome guy with thick, slightly tousled brown hair that looks like he never tries too hard but always lands just right. His deep brown eyes hold a mixture of intensity and playfulness, like he's lived through some rough times but hasn't let them steal his spark. Since his recent time in prison, Mitch's body is a testament to his dedication—he's built like a Greek statue, with broad shoulders, bulging biceps, and a chest that fills out every shirt he puts on. His core is carved, and let’s not forget his perfectly sculpted ass that always seems to draw attention when he walks away. His deep, resonant voice carries a smooth Southern twang that can make even the simplest "hello" sound like poetry. His crooked smile is both disarming and dangerous—a little mischievous, a little charming, and always captivating. Mitch is the type of guy who’s full of contradictions: tough yet magnetic, rough around the edges but impossible to resist. About Daniel Daniel is the kind of person who turns heads the moment he walks into a room, maybe because of his looks but more often because of the confidence that radiated off him. His light brown hair catches the light just right, but it's his big, striking blue eyes that truly captivate. They’re the kind of eyes that seem to hold the ocean within them, shimmering with depth and charm. People often can’t help but compliment them, whether it’s a passing stranger or someone he’s just met. Those compliments come so frequently that he’s grown used to them, responding with a modest smile or a witty remark that leaves people smiling back. Beyond his looks, Daniel's personality is magnetic and is largely responsible for his great success in life. He has a natural charisma that draws people to him, making them feel at ease in his presence. His sense of humor is sharp, often catching others off guard with a clever quip or a perfectly timed joke. Whether it's a small gathering or a crowded party, Daniel is always at the center of attention, the well-known life of the party, weaving stories and making people laugh with his quick wit. His laughter is contagious, and his energy lights up the room. He is the kind of guy you meet and think “yeah, bet that guy was prom king of his high school, Mr. popular for sure”. What sets Daniel apart is the balance between his charm and intelligence. He can effortlessly shift from cracking jokes to engaging in deep, meaningful conversations. He’s well-read and insightful, often surprising people with his knowledge. Yet, he never comes across as arrogant—his charm lies in how approachable he is. People are naturally drawn to him, not just because of his looks but because he has a way of making everyone around him feel valued and entertained. Daniel and Mitch, Part 1 Mitch leaned against the chain-link fence just outside the gates of the state prison, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The afternoon sun cast long shadows, and the air smelled of asphalt and freedom. He squinted at the approaching black truck kicking up dust along the gravel road, his lips curling into that crooked smile that hadn’t faded during his years behind bars. Behind the wheel of the truck was his former college roommate Daniel, the only person to have stuck by Mitch during his entire five year stint behind bars. Mitch and Daniel were an unlikely pair, Daniel from an upper-class well-connected family of media tycoons and Mitch – the son of a deadbeat used car salesman father and a mother who skipped town when Mitch was just a kid leaving him to grow up in abject poverty – Mitch was white trash raised by white trash and he knew it. Even though the two men came from different worlds Daniel never – not once – made Mitch feel like he were any lesser than; in fact, the only physical fight Daniel had ever been in was with one of his fraternity brothers who the two roommates had overheard saying some truly shitty things about Mitch, jokes made in the cruel deep cutting way that only an over privileged white frat boy could pull off. When Daniel saw how his fraternity brother’s words crushed his friend, he almost put that frat brother in the hospital. If it weren’t for Mitch pulling Daniel off the boy, he may have killed him. Mitch had never known loyalty like Daniel had shown him. As the truck approached Mitch thought out aloud to himself, “Fuck, he wasn’t bullshitting.” He actually came”. Daniel pulled up, parking the truck with a jolt. He stepped out, the sight of him almost surreal after all this time. Clean-cut as ever, dressed in jeans and a casual button-up, Daniel looked just as Mitch remembered—only a little older, a little sharper, healthy and clearly a guy with a well-used gym membership. Mitch couldn’t help but grin as he took him in, memories of their college days flooding back. “Damn, Mitch,” Daniel said, walking over with a lopsided smile. “Prison’s been good to you. You’re a brick wall now”, he said as he playfully punched Mitch in the shoulder. Mitch chuckled; his deep voice tinged with that Southern drawl Daniel loved to hear. “Yeah, well, not much else to do but lift weights and wait, huh?” Daniel stepped closer and pulled him into a hug, and for a moment, Mitch froze. It wasn’t like they hadn’t kept in touch—Daniel had been the only one who bothered writing letters, sending books, and even visiting when he could—but feeling him this close again stirred something deep inside Mitch, something he hadn’t let himself dwell on behind bars. He hugged Daniel back, his arms wrapped tightly around him in a way that felt both comforting and possessive. “Let’s get outta here,” Daniel said, pulling back with a grin that didn’t quite hide the emotion in big blue his eyes. “You’re riding shotgun.” The drive started out easy. Mitch told stories about the inside, glossing over the darker parts, while Daniel updated him on life outside. He had followed in his parents’ footsteps and gone into the media, surpassing even their success by first becoming a major advertising executive and now owning his own thriving agency. Mitch had followed a different path, one that landed him behind bars, but that was okay – he was here now, with Daniel. It was almost like old times, the banter flowing naturally, the silences comfortable. But as the miles passed, the tension between them shifted. It wasn’t just the catching up or the reminiscing—it was the way Daniel’s gaze lingered a little too long on Mitch’s arms when he thought Mitch wasn’t looking, or the way Mitch’s gruff voice softened every time he said Daniel’s name. When they reached Daniel’s place – one of the penthouses in the nicest building in downtown, Mitch shook his head remembering where he’d slept the night before and where he was today, thinking how quickly life can change. They parked in the garage and Mitch stepped out of the truck and stretched, his muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt. Daniel cleared his throat and looked away, fumbling with his keys. “You sure I’m not crashin’ your space?” Mitch asked, following him inside. “Don’t be stupid,” Daniel said, tossing his keys on the counter. “You’re family, Mitch. Always have been.” Mitch choked up and looked away and a quiet fell between the two men. Always the life of the party, Daniel quickly broke the silence, wrapping his arm around Mitch and telling him “Now listen you jacked motherfucker, you have some relaxing to do before our welcome home night of debauchery begins. Your room is down the hall to the left – go shower off that prison stink and holler at me when you’re done.” Mitch had just picked up his bag and started to make his way down the hallway before he felt a sharp sting on his ass. Daniel had given his ass the slap of the century and as Mitch quickly spun around to face his friend, laughing at Daniel being goofy Daniel, he was surprised to see the wild look on Daniel’s face. Daniel smiled at Mitch, winked and started to walk away from Mitch towards the kitchen without saying a word. As Mitch picked up his bags and started to make his way to his room again, he couldn’t help thinking that interaction was strange, different. That look on Daniel’s face – he hadn’t seen that before. And was that a boner in Daniel’s pants he caught a glimpse of as he was walking away? Couldn’t be. But was it?

Well, how about "experienced"? Add an "s" if you'd like. Most bottoms appreciate a Top that knows what he's doing (which "(s)experience' is gained by countless rehearsals of those particular acts applicable).

Short answer, yes Long answer YASS

Good Friday - went for a massage with a guy I’ve met loads of times before. Sometimes we fuck, sometimes it’s just a happy ending. This time it was clear he wanted to fuck and fuck he did. Had me on the massage table on my back with my legs over his shoulders so he could get deep. We’ve fucked like this before but he’s always stopped before cumming and I’ve been left gagging for his load. This time though, I could tell things were different and that he needed to cum. After about 10 minutes of pounding he shouted that he was going to spunk up me and he shot a massive load up me. He was properly spent after he’d shot and then had to carry on the massage! I was fine though, I just relaxed on the bed with a hole full of his spunk. Easter Saturday - been chatting to a ‘straight’ guy, not long out of a 20 year relationship and keen to explore. I fully expected that on the day of the meet I would be ghosted, cold feet and the reality of meeting setting in etc. but he turned up as arranged. I’d seen pictures of him and his dick but he was much hotter in real life than he was in his pics. I knew his dick was big but when he took his jeans off, it was fucking massive. Easily 9” and fat as fuck. He’s a ginger guy so nice ginger pubes and a pale, trim body which was making it look even bigger. We fooled around for a bit before he got me on my knees on the edge of the bed and slammed it into me. Fuck! It was huge and it felt amazing opening me up. He really knew how to fuck and as he got closer, I could feel his already massive cock getting harder before he finally shot his load deep in me. We spent a few hours together and he shot another load up my arse and one deep in my throat, telling me that it was the best BJ he’d ever had and that I sucked cock far better than his missus! I’ll defo be seeing him again!

He is sexy as hell he reminds me of Austin Wolf

You didn’t mention if you tried anything like Cialis to help with the ED aspect of the problem, or anything with Oxytocin which some companies are combining with Cialis to keep you in the mood. Also, sertraline is often used to prevent premature ejaculation. Also, lots of guys want specific porn playing. That said, some tops make it the bottoms job to keep them excited (it isn’t always your job). If you want them more vocal or more oral or more engaged (do your nipples go straight to your dick?). Tops that bottom usually understand what the bottom wants, but if topping isn’t “natural” to you, think of what you want to happen to stay excited…and make the bottom make you happy.

This is the kind of orgy that this neg, no prep bottom would love to go to! 😈💦☣️

My uncle has a shit ton of these in a box in his closet

Book Store Tag Along by austinsubmale I got an interesting message the other day from another user here on BZ. He says he recently relocated to Austin and had read some of my stories about my bookstore visits, particularly the one "Another Bookstore Visit" that I had recently posted. He told me that he's always wanted to visit a bookstore but they didn't have him where he used to live and he's a little afraid to go by himself the first time. He then asked me if I would be willing to let him tag along on my next visit. I was quick to reply that I'd love to show him the ropes. We made arrangements to meet in the parking lot and then go inside, exchaning information on what vehicles we'd be driving. I usually take my old beater pickup truck because it is more incognito than what I usually drive. He would be driving an also fairly inconspicuous smaller SUV. I had picked a Saturday afternoon to go, because it is usually fairly busy. I also posted several places that I'd be there, and with a guest, to try to make sure at least a few amenable people would be there. As I got ready, cleaning myself inside and out and pre-lubing and stretching my ass with a series of progressively larger plugs I logged into a couple of the normal sites and put in updates that I was on my way. When I got there I was encouraged that all the spots along the front and side of the building were full. I had told my new friend to park in back anyway, as it is more discreet and we could chat a few minutes before going inside. There were even a few cars parked in back, and one of them matches the description he had given me and I saw there was someone sitting inside. I parked next to it and as I did, the occupant opened his door and got out. He matches the description also, looked to be early 40s and much thinner than me, altough not skinny by any means. I knew he'd do well here. I got out as well and he greeted me asking if I was austinsubmale from BZ. I replied that I was and I was glad to meet him. He told me that he was worried I wouldn't show or that this place didn't really exist but was glad to find out it and me were for real. I explained a little bit about how it works, that I always pay for both the video arcade booths and the theater so I can go back and forth between them as I like. That is is one charge, they don't use tokens any more and that you can stay up to four hours for one price but that they really don't watch that very closely. We went inside and I was happy to see that my favorite person was working the cash register. I've mentioned her in previous stories. She's a thick busty blonde lady who is maybe about 5 or 6 years younger than me. She was talking to a couple of black guys who I recognize as regulars and both of whom I know have accounts on that bareback site and a few others. I know she likes black dick too. She has shown me some old video of her pulling a train before which was super hot. She greeted me and said that she saw I have a guest along with me. I introduced him to her and told her it was his first time at a bookstore. She said she could tell, but she knew that like me he would be a natural and back here as often as he could be. I told her I thought so too. We both paid and she told us to have fun. I led him towards the video arcade booths first as they're closer. As we approached we could hear the sounds of porn sound tracks playing. It took both of us a minute for our eyes to adjust to the darkness in there after how bright and sunny a day it was outside. We half felt our way back to the back of the arcade each of us bumping into a few guys who were loitering outside the booths. Some of those guys took feels of us as we went by, some of them made comments and we could hear the porn and sometimes sounds of sex coming from the booths as we passed. As my eyes adjusted I could recognize a few regulars and some guys who didn't look familiar. I think the two black guys from up front followed us back as well but it was hard to see for sure. I entered a booth in the 2nd to back that I know has glory holes in both sides. We left the door unlatched. A big brown uncut dick quickly appeared through the glory hole on the wall towards the booth at back of the arcade. I told my friend to go ahead and get on it. He didn't waste any time getting on his knees and took it into his mouth. I went to the other wall glory hole and got on my knees and it didn't take long for me to also be rewarded with a long uncut dick pushing through. I likewise took it into my mouth and started sucking it. As we were both sucking the dicks through the glory hole I could hear at least one, no two other people enter the booth with us. It was pitch black in this booth because the video screen here doesn't usually work so I couldn't see them at all even when I tried to look back briefly. I got back to sucking the dick as I felt someone start to pull my pants down and hike the tails of my shirt up. Then I felt hands rubbing my exposed cheeks and checking my balls through the PAPI jock underwear I was wearing. Then they also pulled down my underwear and started pulling and pinching my balls and cock, causing me to moan out around the dick I was sucking. Then I got a couple hard swatts on my butt causing me to moan again. I could hear from my friend that he was apparently getting similar treatment from someone as well. Then I felt a finger sliding in my crack until it found my hole and pressed in. Finding it already lubed, it pulled out and then two and then three fingers were shoved inside. Apparently that pleased the owner of the fingers because they pulled out again after a few more pushes to verify I was stretched and ready. I heard a voice in my ear that I recognized as one of the black guys from up front saying "You going to take this big dick white boy". I moaned again in answer. Taking that as a yes, I felt his huge head start to part my cheeks and slide until it found my little pucker. Once he was in the tight spot he started to push in hard until the head popped in causing me to moan even louder. The guy I was sucking obviously was enjoying what happened every time I did and he was starting to really get into it and fuck my face causing me to make "gack gack gack" sounds. The dick in my ass waited a second and then pushed in balls deep. I could feel bristly pubes against my butt. It paused again and then pulled almost all the way back out before slamming into me hard enough I could feel his big low hanging balls slap my taint. Then he really started rocking me, long deep dicking, rubbing my prostate and passing my 2nd ring every time he bottomed out. My sounds were now moans mixed with the gagging sounds. It wasn't long before I felt the dick in my mouth start to pulse and squirts of cum shot directly into my throat as I heard the guy groaning through the wall loud enough to be over the porn sounds and everything else going on. I didn't realize I was close but my little cock spontaneously dribbled out my little load of watery cum as I came hard and the spasms in my ass drove the guy fucking me over the edge and I then felt his dick start to swell and then shoot blast after blast of cum deep inside me as he hollered out "Take that poz load you cum dump" loud enough I am sure they heard it all the way back in the theater and all the way up front. As both of the dicks pulled out of me I heard the guy fucking my friend also yell out "Here it comes! Knocking this ass up!" My friend slumped against the little bench as the dick was pulled out of him and I saw that he had cum running down his chin. The two black guys left and told us that they'd see us again later in the theater. I got up and then sat down on the bench at the back of the booth. My friend sat down next to me, panting from the excitement. I could feel the cum in my ass still and I knew it would probably dribble out as I walked. I got on my phone and checked the apps. I had several messages from guys saying they were either on their way to the bookstore or were already there. Looking at the location based map I saw there were several icons clustered around the bookstore. It was definitely time to go back and check out the theater... but that will be in the next installment.

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Four We jump in the car, with Daniel taking the wheel, and to my surprise and delight we park about a block away from my apartment. Daniel hasn’t commented on the slut’s lack of clothing, but I do notice him admiring his cum-filled cunt, which is starting to leak down his legs again. We go upstairs to the penthouse – porn clearly pays better than I thought! – and Daniel turns to me and apologises “I just remembered, my stash is running low. I’ll need to call my guy and see if he is around. Damn it!” “I may be able to help you out here Dan. I have a tiny bit left at mine, and it’s only a block away. My slut knows where it is. Better give him something to cover his butt though” Daniel went out to the next room and was back a moment later with the World’s Shortest Shorts – honestly, they made running shorts look like board shorts – and gave them to the slut to wear. The rode up and an ass cheek peeked out, but he was at least covered and h he does have a really, really pretty butt to peek out anyway. We sent him on his way to bring back my ‘small’ stash, and in the meantime, Dan and I started to talk about the kind of thing he was into. I had an idea from the porn I’d seen him in of course – TIM style sleazy bareback gangbangs etc – but it turned out that he was into a lot more. The guy enjoyed being a top, dominating sub boys and using his cock as a weapon to make them submit. He also got off on leather, rubber, and basically everything. When I asked him how high he liked to get he replied: “High enough to feel like God, but not too high my dick doesn’t work. My boys, I like so high they can’t see straight” His face split with an evil grin and it has to be said, mine did too. My dick was coming back to life and Daniel grabbed it and yanked. “Want something to keep it going?” He reached to the side, pulled out a box of Viagra and Cialis pens. I hate the things, but they do work, so without much ado, we both yanked out our cocks and stuck in the pins, then gulped down a good dose of V on the back of that. Briefly wanking our dicks to get the juice in, we both started to sprout monster erections. By this time, it had been fifteen minutes and two things were occurring to me. Firstly, where the fuck were these two sluts Daniel said he had at his home? And Secondly, where the fuck was my slut. How fucking long does a one block walk take? Daniel, who had been until this time wearing sneakers, jeans and a t-shirt all the time except when he was naked on stage, decided to duck out whilst we waited to ‘get into something more appropriate’. I asked if I needed to change from my harness, boots and leather combo, but he told me he liked the look and made me leave it on. He disappeared into a room next door and a few moments later I heard the unmistakeable sound of a paddle smacking an ass and muffled yelp. A few more minutes and Dan walked back in. My dick stiffened even more and began to leak a copious amount of precum. Dan looked like a God. He had a leather muscle harness on, emphasising his massive pecs, a bicep strap to emphasise his bulging biceps (not far off my own 19”), Chaps which left his spectacular ass framed and his monster cock sticking forwards, sagging under its own weight, and knee length boots. “I take it you like this then?” he asked, grabbing my leaking dick. I mean, I don’t bottom but fuck I’d be tempted by this man. Fortunately for me, before I had to answer, the door buzzer went. Finally, my slut arrived with the bag, but interestingly the shorts appeared to have vanished. “Slut, where are the shorts?” “Sorry Boss, but there was a bored looking skinhead in the alley and he motioned me over and before I could resist I had a dick up me” “That is a pathetic excuse, you dumb little whore” “I know Sir” Before I could stop him, Daniel took two menacing steps towards him. My slut whimpered at the sight of this adonis and before anyone could say or do anything the slut was on his knees, ready to worship the massive dick at his lips. “Where is the little bit of extra stash, slut? Did you forget that too whilst you were being plowing in an alleyway up against a wall?” asked Dan. “Sorry Sir! I was being plowed up against a dumpster, actually. It’s in the bag” “You mean this duffel bag?” “Yes Sir” Dan looked a little confused, so I motioned him to open it. As I said, I am a dealer, so we had my full ‘small’ stash. Dan was gawping like a kid in a sweetshop and slut and I laughed out loud. It’s a fun trick to play on someone. I think Dan must have realised I’m not what I see at that point, but he was too polite to say anything. I told him “Given how good you look, it’s on the house tonight. But where are the two other sluts you promised me?” “BOYS! Get in here!” Dan yelled. I looked to the door, and to my delight, two younger guys, maybe around 30 years old crawled into the room. The first had a shaved head, pierced eyebrows, ears and dick, and a collar and lead on – and nothing else. The other had a shaved head, pierced dick but not a pierced ear, and also had on a collar and lead. They both crawled into the room with their leads in their mouths. What struck me most was the size of them! I had been expecting younger guys, either lithe like slut or maybe athletically toned, but these two were just enormous blocks of bodybuilding muscle. The came to sit on their haunches, either side of Dan’s booted feet. He took their leads in his hands. “So, these are my boys. I own them. We know the one with the pierced ear as number one, and the boy without the ear piercing as number two. They are not allowed names any longer and they will do whatever you would like them to do” “They’re fucking huge Dan!” “Yes. I’ve owned them both for nearly ten years now and I’ve been making sure they look like I want them to look. They take daily doses of various steroids and have since they were twenty; I control their food; I control their sex lives; I control their time in the gym. If they don’t workout hard, they’re beaten within an inch of their lives. So they tend to shatter their muscles there. I’m going to see how big I can get them. It’s shrunk their cocks, but quite frankly, mine, or my guests, are the only dicks that matter” “So their massive balls?” “Silicone. Their dicks and nuts have shrunk to nothing” They looked astounding. Massive men – probably at least 48 chest, 20 arms, washboard abs, legs like tree trunks – with monster balls and almost no dicks – and with their leads on and staring worshipfully at Master Dan they looked desperate to serve. “So Dan, do they party too? Or have any choice in the matter?” “None. They both agreed to do this voluntarily and they can leave whenever they want. But my house rules for boys are simple. Do what you’re told or fuck off. I’m a God of a man – I know that, you can see it, and this whimpering little slut you brought in has had a ride on it already – so the slaves can either enjoy, beg or go. There are plenty more who’d take their place” I was enthralled. Master Dan gave off a sexual energy which filled the room and I think all four of the other men in there could feel it. I was fighting an urge to sink to my knees but I am a Top and a Top only. “They can call me Boss and you Master if that’s ok Dan?” “I think so” “So – shall we get partying?”

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Two “Yes Sir, please Sir, more Sir, don’t stop I need your seed, please Sir” The cries of slut as I came in him for the third time. “Eat it out of your cunt slut” “Yes Daddy” Slut proceeded to start to finger the cum out of his cunt and lick it off his fingers. It’s pretty vile, but I get off on it. More importantly, the guy in the corner who had paid a good sum to watch slut get fucked by me liked to see it. Slut winked at him whilst he was slurping away and the guy started wanking furiously to see it. My slut has a very seductive wink and a very pretty face. He came to live with me about a week after our encounter in the park. We were going to take things slow, it was obvious we had chemistry, but in that week every time we saw each other we’d end up goading each other, harder, faster, stronger and steadily more depraved sex. It became obvious to me that the little slut was a junky and it also became obvious to me that I could find ways to fund the habit. Plus, have a lot of fun doing it. “The slut will take your load as well for another hundred if you want him to. Isn’t that right slut?” “Yes Daddy. I like loads” I mean, he and I both knew he’d take it for free, as the boy lived to be no loads refused. Practically defined the term. But the guy in the hotseat didn’t know that. He mumbled something to me “What, sorry, I didn’t catch that?” “I only screw whores when they’re high” Oh dear, oh no, how awful, how would my utterly depraved junky tweaker slut cope with such a demand? Sometimes these things are just too easy. “Then it’s five hundred” “I want to slam him” “Six hundred” “Done” The first time I slammed up slut I had been cautious and asked him how much he wanted. He said “dealer’s choice, Daddy” by which he meant I was to choose. Three months in, I no longer even bother to ask him. He loves to be controlled and made to feel like a meth bitch. I handed the guy a pin. “Be careful, this is a 0.6; he’ll end up flying off the charts” The guy put down his leaking cock and took the pin. “Fuck me, I like this whore” “Cash first” Believe it or not, I have ApplePay. So a quick phone tap later and the tourniquet went on. Slut lets out a little whimper. He does it every single time when the smell of the alcohol pad hits him and it’s so sweet my heart flutters but I’m playing big bad dom not soppy lovebird so I try to keep a straight face and not lean in a snog his face off. Bit of an effort. The guys manages to find the register first go, the flash occurs, the fluid disappears in slowly. He’s clearly savouring this. It’s a slam moron, not a dribble. But then we’re done, the tourniquet is snapped off and the slut heaves up his lungs and begins to let out the most amazing cough. “Oh fuck. Daddy fuck me, this is strong please I need a cock in me, please oh Christ” and so on and so on. He’s doing this whilst pawing at his jizz-filled butt and sucking up the cum from earlier. The guy who’s buying looks at me and I say “Get in there man, the slut needs his holes filling” “Thanks” “Don’t thank me, thank the slut” “Thanks, slut” “I NEED A COCK, FFS, I NEED A MAN IN ME RIGHT NOW” The guy whose name we never found out jumped onto the bed and pulled the slut towards him slowly, clearly trying to savour the moment. I could have told him for free that slow wasn’t going to work when my slut was rushing. The look of surprise almost made me laugh out loud when slut jumped up, knocked him on his back and started to ride him cowboy, literally milking the seed out of the guy’s dick with his rabid hole. Slut was panting now like a bitch in heat and he gets nothing but verbal trash coming out of his mouth when he rushes, so we both had to endure him asking for cock, more cock, harder cock etc whilst the guy was fucking him. Soon, the guy came with a sudden shudder and the slut climbed off, kissed him hard, rolled onto his back and began to scoop the cum out of his cunt. He offered me a taste of course, but I declined. The guy cleaned himself up and clearly embarrassed a little, went out the door. I told him to get back in touch if he wanted to go again. However, fifteen minutes of fucking versus the duration of a slam don’t quite have the same timeframe and my slut was rushing hard off a 0.6 – he had what I call his ‘Stan doesn’t have a patch on me’ smile on his face – a sort of demand for more cock, more cum, more fists and more and more and more… I am always happy to oblige. My cock went up again and in it went, churning my previous loads and the guys loads into my little slut. I put my hands in my favourite fucking place – around his neck with the little bit of threat that comes with that – and began to bang, cum flying out of slut’s butthole and soaking my dick and balls. I was starting to get nice and wet with the other guy’s cum and my earlier loads, casually smacking the bitch around the face and in the chest, making him grunt and groan and goad me into harder and deeper fucking. Then the phone rang

The camera flashed again, the cold light bouncing off the sweat on their bodies. The top's hand left his throat, reaching down to twist his nipple, eliciting a scream that was muffled by the mouthful of spit. “Time to start stretching that hole boy, you ready to gape and get filled in”. The cute fucker just lifted his legs a little, that’s the sign of a keen slut. The cock hit him like a freight train, his entire body seizing up, muscles tightening around the thick cock inside him which just dipped in, no time to adjust. The top took advantage of his vulnerability, pushing deeper, filling him to the brim with his pre-seed. Annoyingly, the cumslut wanted to take the blindfold off, he did it without my permission - he was going to pay for that. The dumb slut finally caught a glimpse of the smug satisfaction on the top's face. This was what he lived for, the ultimate surrender to his desires, and he knew that the memories of this day would haunt him, and excite him, for a very long time. For the top, it was just another dumb taken cunt who clearly isn’t satisfied and needs a big fat cock to give him some sort of meaning, he was just a hole that I planned on tearing up and returning to sender. As the top pulled in and out, a Masterclass of how to gape. He pulled out and the work of art in front of him, “time to push out baby and show that gape”. It was so easy; on all 4s the dumb cunt was letting the whole world see. The warmth of his precum slipped out, leaving a trail down Aussieanon's thigh. He lay there, panting, the taste of saliva and precum still on his tongue. I scoped it back inside him and pushed my fingers in deep, “we are not finished yet”. The camera was set aside, the evidence of their encounter saved for later. For the next 20 minutes was a mix of domination and just getting ready to unload, I could tell he was struggling and kept asking for breaks and more lube - “should’ve thought about that before you took the blindfold off”. He was really struggling but he still wanted it, his hips pulling back in to me and the cheeky cunt trying to get in deeper. I could feel the nut building up; and thought I’ll give him some relief; make him think he was in control and build him up to being submissive next time his hands need to be tied back; he will pay for that blindfold slip. “I’m getting close boy, now’s the time to cum”. 15 pumps later and I was splattering his cunt with my load, he came 5 strokes early - I chocked him good and spat in his face as a thank you. I grabbed a towel, wiping the spit from my own face before tossing it to him. "Clean up," he ordered, his voice still filled with the power he'd wielded over him. The dumb fuck obeyed, his trembling hand bringing the towel to his face, wiping away the mess he'd become. He felt a strange sense of pride in his submission, his body used and discarded, yet still craving more. They lay there for a moment, the only sound their ragged breaths. The top's hand trailed down the slut’s body, his fingers lightly brushing over the bruises that had already begun to form. "Look at what a good little slut you are," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost gentle. The words sent a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching in response. He knew this was just the beginning of his training, that the top had plans for him, a future filled with pain and pleasure in equal measure. The top leaned in, his mouth close to Aussieanon's ear. "Remember, every time you take your boyfriend's dick, you're going to think about this. You're going to feel me inside you, stretching you out, making you mine." He kissed him roughly, claiming his mouth, before rolling off the bed. Exhausted, he watched as the anon top picked up the camera, scrolling through the photos with a wicked smile. "You're going to love watching these, aren't you?" He knew it was true, that every image would be a reminder of his place in this twisted game, a prize to be cherished and feared. With a final pat on his ass, the top told him to get dressed. The world outside waited, a mundane existence that would never fully satisfy him again. He pulled on his clothes, feeling the ache in his ass with every movement, a constant reminder of the afternoon's events. As he left the house, the cheating cunt of a fiancé knew that when the night came, and he lay in his own bed, he'd reach for the lube, the fantasy of the day playing out in his mind, the gaping hole in his soul demanding to be filled once more. Contrastingly, as the top drove away, he couldn't help but wonder what the next message would bring; plenty more cunts like him to fill before then.

The guy in me pulled out, and another replaced him almost immediately. He fucked me hard while I continued to watch the rest of the orgy unfolding, particularly enjoying seeing Harry and Sid have men rotating around between their exposed holes. But, as per Omar’s instructions, everyone seemed to be holding back from cumming so that they could save their loads for me. Eventually Harry and Sid got out of the slings both declaring they were getting too close to be able to stay there, and they came over to sit by me as I was fucked. Harry lit up a couple of cigarettes and put one in my mouth, which I gripped between my lips and smoked while the man behind me really showed off his stamina. Harry occasionally held an ashtray below my cigarette to catch some of the ash, and when it was nearly done he popped it from my lips and stubbed it out. Mere moments later, and with little warning, the guy inside me slammed in and held in place as he bred me, and then he pulled out and came round to my front for me to clean him up. “My turn” said Sid, standing up and moving round to my rear. He slid in, and then got on with fucking me again while Harry risked his trigger point by joining the other guy in front of me. I alternated between both cocks as best I could in my semi-immobilised state, helped by both of them stabilising me with their hands, but eventually Harry had to pull away and I suspected it wouldn’t take long once he was back in my hole again. The other guy also pulled his softened cock away, and I was left staring down at the floor as Sid rammed me with increasing tempo. That lasted for a few minutes until another cock appeared in front of me, and I lifted my head to take it into my mouth as its owner put his hand on my shoulder. “I’m next in your hole” he said, and I gave a little moan around his cock in response. “You’re so fucking hot” he continued. I pulled back from his cock and looked up at his withered face. “Thank you sir” I said, as my body was rocked back and forth by the force of Sid’s fucking. “You know” he continued, “there’s not a guy I’ve fucked in the last ten years who hasn’t converted within a few days.” “Oh fuck yeah” I panted. “Before the end of the month you’re going to become a pozzed-up toxic jock slut” he said. “Please sir” I moaned, with absolute sincerity. Our talk sent Sid over the edge, and he pumped the umpteenth load of his into me. They soon changed ends, and I took Sid’s cummy cock into my mouth to clean up while the other guy rammed into me. He continued to pant about how toxic I was going to be as he fucked, and I just moaned in appreciation around Sid’s cock. The desire I had felt before tonight for it to take a while was gone, as I now wanted to walk away from here knowing I was infected. I felt like these men deserved as such, though based on their stories of prior stories it seemed unlikely I would dodge the bullet this time. After Sid was done with me, I felt the strap behind my back being pulled, and I allowed myself to be pulled up until I was kneeling before I shuffled back to slide off the sofa and stand up. Harry was there now, and he and Sid walked me over to one of the barrels. However, before I got there Sid undid my wrists and I gratefully shook my arms to loosen them up. Harry gave me a cigarette that I lit up, and Sid handed me a bottle of water from which I took a few swigs before Omar arrived with a rum and coke. I enjoyed drinking that fairly quickly, and had a second cigarette while the opportunity presented itself. Then Harry cleared the stuff off the cushion-topped barrel and Sid gently encouraged me to bend over it. The collar was still round my neck with the strap and cuffs hanging off it, but as no-one had tried to get my wrists back into it, I instead just used my hands to grip the top of the barrel and waited for my next customer. I didn’t see who it was, but he rested for no man as he rammed into me and then pounded me senseless while I held on for dear life. Once he had blown in me and pulled out, it was finally Harry’s turn again. He slid in, but then held in place as he gently rubbed my back. “You having fun Aaron?” he asked. “This is where I’m meant to be” I replied, looking back at him. “Thank you.” He gave me a warm smile, before commencing the gentlest fuck I’d had all night. “I just want you to know” he said, “even once you convert, you’ll always be welcome here and at ours. Sid and I like you very much, and you are an absolute joy to be with.” I turned back around to look at him as he went still again while fully embedded in me. “I would love that” I said. At that, Sid approached and encouraged me to stand up and slightly awkwardly shuffle backwards with Harry, and then he shimmied up until he was sitting on the cushioned barrel. He then leant down and our lips met, and we had a deep kiss as Harry slowly resumed his fucking. Then Sid pulled away, smiled at me, and I bent down and took his cock into my mouth. For the next few minutes it was just us three again, and I felt strangely warm and calm between them. I knew I was going to be thoroughly used for many hours to come by everyone else in the room, but it was actually really nice to just be with the two of them for a little bit. Harry was fucking me very tenderly, and Sid was gently stroking the back of my head as I delicately sucked and licked his cock. He was hardening again by the time Harry accelerated and then held in place as he filled me with toxic cum. Two more guys fucked me over the barrel, this time with no-one else being involved either time so I was able to more easily watch the orgy taking place than I had been over the back of the sofa. There was a real camaraderie amongst them all that reminded me of the guys at the house, and I wondered if we might all still be fucking each other so late in life. Well, I concluded, if I had my way and got some or all of them into this scene, we definitely would be! But for now I was the only jock here, and once the second guy was done with me, another two came over and removed the collar from my neck. They then led me over to a different cabinet, and after discarding the previous bit of gear on one of the shelves, they proceeded to fish some other items out for me to put on. I was soon wearing an extremely wide padded leather collar, matching wrist cuffs, a thick leather harness, a leather jockstrap, and boots that went up to my knees. They led me to a full-length mirror so I could see for myself how I looked, and I was quite taken aback with my appearance. I was definitely going to need to invest in some gear of my own like this once I had the money! Then they walked me over to a floor mat, got me down on all fours, and in no time I was being spit-roasted again. It was actually a bit of a strain sucking the cock at that angle with the collar on, but I kind of liked being restricted in that way. The two of them did a bit of a round robin on me, until eventually one of them went over the edge and bred me. I cleaned off his cock while the other slid in and lasted maybe a minute before also exploding, and then both of them slumped on the mat and I alternated my oral efforts on both of their softening cocks. Surprisingly, no-one took over at my hole, so once they were both fully soft I stood up and looked around. All the fucking seemed to have ceased, with everyone taking a breather. I wasn’t sure if everyone had bred me a second time as I’d sort of lost count, but with no fresh takers I found a packet of cigarettes and lit one up, and then gratefully took a bottle of water from Omar who had come over to me. “You OK?” he quietly said to me. “Yeah, fantastic” I said, grinning. “I’m glad you’re having fun” he said. “But we haven’t got the stamina of young bucks like you, so there might be a bit of a pause for a while.” “Of course” I said, taking a deep draw of the cigarette. “Unless…” said Omar. “Unless?” I asked. He looked at me quizzically for a moment, before putting his hand on my back. “Come with me” he said. We walked over to the door, out into the garden, and back across to the house. I heard the door to the playroom opening again behind us and looked round to see Harry and Sid following us. When we got to the house I held the patio door open for them, and then followed Omar to the bottom of the stairs where he then stopped and turned to look at me. “Listen, we never normally do this, but…” he said, before pausing and suddenly looking a little sad. “It’s OK Ome” said Harry, squeezing past me to put his arm over his friend’s shoulder. “Tell him” said Sid. I decided just to say silent, aware something bigger was going on. “It’s my partner” said Omar, looking up at me. “He doesn’t have long left, but we wanted him here for the end.” “Oh” I said, a little dumbfounded. “I wondered if you might…” Omar said. “Anything” I said, putting my hand on the side of his head. “We were, or are, very happy together” Omar said, “but the love of his life was a boy not unlike you. He lost him in 85.” I knew what this meant, and I guessed what Omar was asking me to do. “Jeff’s not really there much anymore” he said. “But if you could…” “Of course” I whispered. “What was his name?” So it was that ‘Robert’ paid a last visit to Jeff. With Omar looking on and quietly sobbing while Harry and Sid held him, I went to work making sure Jeff was reunited with the lover who had been stolen from him in those uncaring times. There was no sex, just kissing and holding, and I got lost in it all. When it was clear that Jeff was unconscious again, I slowly got off the bed and followed the others back onto the landing. Omar threw his arms around me and held onto me. When he let go, he whispered a thank you to me, and then quietly opened the bedroom door and went back inside. Harry put his hand on my back and gently encouraged me to go back downstairs with them, but once we were in the living room I paused and then went and sat down. Harry sat down next to me and put his hand on my knee, while Sid got us all glasses of whisky from the cabinet. “You’re a very special young man” said Sid, as he handed me a glass. “I don’t know about that” I replied. “You are” said Harry. “Omar was not being truthful before.” “He wasn’t?” I asked. “No” said Harry. “He said he doesn’t normally do that, but the truth is this is the first time he’s ever taken one of our visitors up to Jeff.” “He saw something in you” said Sid. “I could see it myself earlier when he was watching you, which is how I knew what was happening when he started bringing you over here.” “Oh” I said, a little shocked. “Jeff has been… Well, he’s been calling out for Robert for a while now” said Harry. “Oh” I said again. “Maybe you will have given him some peace with what you just did” said Sid, sitting down next to me and putting his arm round him. “So as I said, you’re a very special young man.” We sat in silence for a while drinking our whiskies, before I decided to ask them about their own relationship. They proceeded to tell me about meeting in the 80s, falling in love, but still having a lot of fun with others. They had concluded that it was probably Harry who had been pozzed and then passed it on to Sid, but they weren’t sure. Either way, they did not have any regrets, and with the advent of meds they had managed to not only keep themselves healthy for a while, but then also feel no guilt when they decided to end their regimen and get into gifting. Other men wanted it, and they were more than happy to give. They always did this together, and never played with anyone else solo. They were happy, still very much in love, and surrounded by friends who they thought of as family. “I want that someday” I said. “I’m sure you’ll find it, but you can have plenty of fun in the meantime without the worries we had in the 80s” Sid said. “I hope so” I replied, suddenly seeing Bailey in my mind. Where had he come from? Why him? Yet… Bailey. I shook my head and stood up, and the others followed me as I headed back outside and over to the playroom. When I got back into the warmth of that building, the other men were sitting around on the sofas smoking and drinking, and all of them stopped talking and stared at me when I entered. I briefly paused, before marching over to the one who had the hardest cock. I stood in front of him for a moment, and then carefully climbed onto the sofa so I was straddling him. I reached behind me and grabbed his dick, manoeuvred it until I felt it catch my hole, and then sat down on it in one steady movement. As soon as it was fully in me I shuffled my knees a little to get a better angle, and then began to rock myself up and down on the shaft. I closed my eyes but saw Bailey again, so opened them and stared at the ceiling. But soon he was there too, and I capitulated. I closed my eyes, and despite the fact that I was fucking myself on a toxic cock, I allowed my thoughts to wander…

I did my best to find the same thrill in the antics with my housemates for the next two weeks, but it was sapping my spirit pretending I was into it all as I had once been. I had to resort to imagining I was with Harry, Sid or these friends of theirs while one of my friends was working out my hole, just to get as excited as they would expect me to be without suspecting something was up. But something was up. I had experienced sex that truly did something for me, and I knew that it was not just the risk factor as it felt like I would still want to be completely used by random, older, possibly sick men even when I inevitably converted. I had found my calling, and even increased my workout regimen to make sure I had the maximum virile appeal as possible for the next meet-up. At some level I didn’t want to convert. Not that I was having any second thoughts about it, but more that I didn’t want to miss out on any of the sordid adventures Harry and Sid would no doubt organise for me while I was still a spring chicken yet to be plucked, as it were. I wasn’t sure if they would lose interest once the deed was done, but I suspected it was a possibility. As such, as unlikely as it seemed given how infested they both must be with the virus and all the lengths they’d gone to in order to make me more susceptible, I still hoped that it hadn’t taken just yet. Eventually the two weeks was up, and I headed back to Harry and Sid’s. Harry had messaged to say that we would indeed be going to one of their friend Omar’s parties, which had been hastily arranged in my honour, but he thought it best if I came to theirs first for some pre-gaming drinks and to make sure my bike was securely stored for the night. Sid would then drive us all over to Omar’s place on the other side of the city. This all sounded sensible, so I rode over to their place, got the bike locked behind the side gate, and then joined them out on their patio for some cocktails and cigarettes. Where it had been unseasonably warm on my last visit, there was a definite nip in the air this time so I was glad of my choice of fleece-lined jogging bottoms, tank top, long-sleeved T-shirt and hoodie. It was great to see them again, though I was maybe a tad disappointed the pre-gaming did not extend to a bit of pre-breeding as well. Perhaps sensing this, Sid assured me that I would get all the cock I needed and more that night, and they would also be very happy to have me in their bed when we got back later. He went on to say that Omar liked to have very first dibs on new attendees at his parties, so they were going to respect that and wait their turn. I asked if it was a problem that Marcus and Liam had both bred me even after I had showered and got ready meaning some of their cum was definitely still in there, which caused them both to laugh heartily before Harry noted that Omar would thoroughly enjoy knowing his cock was being lubed by the seed of another couple of hot jocks. I chuckled at that, wondering what the boys would think. Anyway, after Harry and I had got a little merrier, and with Sid wanting the chance to actually have a drink at some point, we headed out to his car and set off. It was a bit of a drive round the ring road, and then we entered a quiet area of mostly semi-detached houses. We pulled up outside a fully detached one, and then got out of the car and went up to the front door. When it was opened, Omar turned out to be a similarly aged and thin man, and he welcomed us with a big smile. “Hello young man” he said to me. “You are very welcome indeed.” “Thank you sir” I replied, nervously smiling at him. “Do come in!” Omar said, standing aside and holding his arm out to direct us inside. The house smelled smoky and a bit spicy, and went I followed Sid into the living room there turned out to be seven other men there, all older, all drinking, some smoking cigarettes. “Evening gents” said Sid. “The guest of honour is here!” Everyone stopped talking and stared at me, which made me feel very self-conscious but also extremely excited. I could feel them undressing me with their eyes, and decided I should go one better. I pulled off my hoodie, and then with a few whistles being emitted by the group, I slowly pulled off my T-shirt so I was just in my tank top. I walked to the centre of the room, and then slowly rotated on the spot while flexing a little. My heart was pounding, but the whistles and whoops from all the old men around me was exciting. “Alright lads” called Harry, while laughing, “calm down and let’s get the boy a drink or two before we let you loose on him.” While everyone else was sitting on the many sofas and armchairs around the room, I perched on a stool in a spot where they could all see me properly. I lit up a cigarette after Omar gave me a glass of champagne, and then actually managed to have a few conversations with everyone there. As Harry and Sid had been, they were particularly interested to hear about life in the student house, with more than a couple of them commenting that I should bring some of my housemates with me next time. I joked that I would ask them, while a little part of my brain wondered whether any of them would actually be up for something like this, even if they got themselves on PrEP first. Anyway, after a few drinks and cigarettes, Omar suggested we could maybe get proceedings underway. I was sufficiently lubricated with champagne to not feel any nerves by this point, so I readily followed his lead out into the garden and down to a pretty sizeable outbuilding at the far end. The lights were already on, and when we went inside I found myself in a facility that made Harry and Sid’s playroom seem laughably under-equipped. It was a huge space that I guessed had once been a garage, and had numerous black leather sofas and armchairs in a large circle in the middle, and elsewhere there were a couple of slings and benches, mats, cushion-topped barrels, another of those St Andrew’s Cross frames, and a fully equipped bar. Masses of shelves and glass-fronted cupboards everywhere displayed all kinds of sex toys, leather gear, whips and all kinds of other things. “Fuck me” I said, taking it all in. “That’s what I intend to do” Omar whispered in my ear. He then steered me over to the middle of the sofa area, and I undressed while the other men all got themselves settled. By the time I was naked Omar was back from the bar area with a couple of bottles of champagne, and he gave me a small glass while topping up everyone else. I just stood, gyrating a little, waiting for Omar’s next move as I knew he would have the first go with me. In time the men started beckoning me over so they could touch and feel me, and it wasn’t long before one of them swallowed my cock. Then the next guy turned me round so he could plant his face between my cheeks. So it went on, until all of them including Harry and Sid had enjoyed a few minutes to appreciate my body. I had never felt so wanted in all of my life, and it was intoxicating. But, eventually, Omar came and took hold of my wrist, pulling me back into the centre of the space. “Gentlemen” he announced, “Harry and Sid have, I think we can all agree, outdone themselves tonight!” Cheers went up from everyone else, as Harry and Sid took comedic little bows. “But” said Omar, “we must now say something about Aaron here. Never have we had such a handsome young hunk in this room, and yet tonight here he is, willingly making himself our plaything for the night.” More cheers erupted, and Harry and Sid grinned at me as I blushed. “So” continued Omar, “the normal rules will apply. Everyone will pick a number from the hat, and the breeding of handsome Aaron here will go in that order once I’m done with him. Then, you’ll all be free to have whatever fun you want with him and each other. Clear?” Everyone nodded or raised their glasses to signal agreement. “Now, Aaron, I understand you’re here just to bottom, right?” Omar asked me. “Yes sir” I said. “Well, OK then, though some of the boys here are going to be disappointed to not be able to take a ride on that impressive member of yours” Omar said, chuckling. “As for the rest of you, that means you’ll need to be getting it from each other, but let’s try to make sure Aaron here goes home overflowing so maybe save your special loads for him.” The men cheered and chuckled. “Before we begin, Aaron” Omar said to me, “let’s just be clear about a few things.” “OK?” I said. “You’re neg?” “Yes sir” I replied. “You’re not on PrEP?” “No sir” I said. “And you know we’re all poz?” “Yes sir” I said, smiling at him. “Good” he said. “I know Harry and Sid have already got you started down this road, but tonight you’re going to be taken to a whole other level.” “I hope so sir” I said, causing the men to cheer. “Well” said Omar, smiling at me, “let’s get this underway.” He steered me towards one of the slings, which I turned around and hopped into. I raised up my feet and allowed him to put them into the hoops, and then I shuffled down until he was content with my position. He smiled down at me and reached out to rub my stomach muscles, before disappearing out of view and immediately starting to rim and finger my hole. “There’s cum in here” he said from his crouched down position. “Yeah, three of my housemates bred me before I set out” I said, causing a few of the guys on the sofas to chuckle. “Oh fuck yeah” growled Omar, as he stood up straight while pulling off his top, pushed his cock against my hole, and then propelled his entire length into me. “Oh fuck me!” I yelled out at the surprise of the sudden penetration, before immediately starting to groan as Omar went straight to a rapid pounding. I reached up and gripped the chains holding the sling, and after adjusting to the fuck, took to staring at the man who was inside me, encouraging him when we made eye contact, and otherwise looking at the small biohazard tattoo on the left side of his chest. Fuck, this is what I needed. I was a tall, muscled, 20 year old jock, I was willingly being fucked raw by a poz cock again, and I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I turned and looked at all the other men over on the sofas, and somehow my cock got even harder as I thought about how they were all going to be using me for hours tonight. If Harry and Sid’s initiation had not done the job, surely by the end of tonight I would be well on my way to conversion. Omar eventually reached climax, and I grinned at him as he pumped his load into me. He took some time to get his breath back, but eventually pulled his softening cock from me before pushing a couple of his fingers into my dripping hole and nicking me with his nails a bit. He looked up at me with a devilish grin as he did this, meaning I knew it was deliberate but I didn’t care. Then he promptly withdrew his digits, walked round to the side of the sling, and presented those same fingers to me. I leaned forward and took them into my mouth, looking up at him as I sucked on them as seductively as I knew how. “Good boy” he said, before taking his fingers away. “I am already looking forward to fucking you again later, but now it’s time for everyone else to have their turns.” “Yes sir” I said. Omar went over to the bar and picked up a bucket that he took to the sofas, and every other man there picked a piece of paper out of it that must have had a number on, not that I could see from where I was. Some of them groaned in frustration, presumably having to wait longer than others, and most of them reached for the champagne to top up their glasses. One guy, however, was already walking towards me with a big smile on his gaunt face. He pulled off his top as he approached to reveal a distinct pot belly, and I realised he must be as full-blown as Harry, if not more so. He wasted no time in ploughing into me, and I settled back for another frenetic fuck from a sick old man who could not believe I was there. All of them had their turns with me in the sling, though the fact that Omar checked with each of them if they wanted me somewhere else made it clear that they all wanted to look at my face and torso while they fucked me for the first time. I was quite happy with this too as it was turning me on no end watching these guys sweat and strain as they hammered away inside me. I even found myself thinking about the service I could provide to men like these up and down the land who all dreamed of rutting someone like me. I loved it, and resolved to keep myself in shape for as long as possible in the future. Once they were all done, Omar helped me get my legs down from the sling straps, and handed me a glass of champagne and a cigarette. I joined the guys for a few drinks and smokes while they worked themselves up for the next session, also giving me the opportunity to stretch out my limbs a bit after so long in the same position. Cum was continually dribbling out of me, but neither I nor anyone else there cared. We chatted, with me this time getting them to focus on regaling me with stories about the things they had got up to at these parties before. Some of it was pretty wild. The 18 year old twink who had spent the night locked in the sling and had converted a week later. The 45 year old married dad of three who had willingly blown up his life by spending several hours kneeling over the back of one of the sofas. The couple in their thirties who had enjoyed a couple of parties so that they were knocked up before their flamboyant gay wedding. The sugar daddy who had found out his boy was a chaser, wanted to be the one to knock him up before the lad was tempted to cheat any more than he was doing so already, and therefore needed to get himself pozzed. There were many other stories too, alongside the normal goings-on when the group just met up without any outsiders to have some fun together. Eventually their loins were stirring again, and Omar suggested it was time to get the second round going. He necked the last of his champagne, and then went over to one of the cabinets and took out something that seemed to be made of a lot of leather straps. He came over to me, and only once he held it up could I see roughly what it was. He got me to perch on the stool so he could reach my neck better, and put a thick padded collar at one end of the thing round my throat and fastened it behind. He then had me stand up with my back to him, and proceeded to fasten my wrists in successions in cuffs behind me that were attached by a strap to the collar. Once he was done my arms were securely in place, but not uncomfortably so. He shooed the guys off one of the sofa and helped me to kneel down on it and rest my chest on the back of it, deciding to then grab one of the cushions and put it under my chest to raise me up a bit and also make me more comfortable. He got me to spread my knees a little wider, and then I soon felt him begin to finger me before his face and tongue were in my arsecrack. He didn’t spend long there though, and after pulling me back a little he pressed his cock against my hole and slid in, using just the toxic cum in there as lube. As he began to fuck me again, one of the guys sat down next to me on the sofa, and I turned my head to face him. “You like getting fucked boy?” he asked. “Yeah” I panted. “You like taking poz cock and cum in your hole, don’t you boy?” he continued, while starting to stroke his cock. “Fuck yeah” I said. “You know” he continued, “Harry and Sid carry the same strain, but everyone else has something different.” “Fuck yeah” I said again. “There’s gonna be quite a cocktail in your bloodstream by the end of tonight” he said, giving me an evil grin. “Even if you were on PrEP you might not have avoided a pozzing, and they’re gonna struggle to find you meds that work after this.” “Oh fuck” I said, my cock hardening even more. He watched me getting fucked for a couple more minutes, before getting up and going round to the back of the sofa. He presented his cock to me, and I opened my mouth to take it in. As I swallowed him, he put his hand on my shoulder to help me remain steady as I was fucked hard, given the bondage gear was preventing me from clinging on to the furniture myself. I closed my eyes and thought about how I had truly found my place in life, trussed up and vulnerable, being spit-roasted by two toxic cocks. I was sure that I was going to be experiencing everything that was on offer in that playroom, but thought that this would be hard to top. Omar eventually sped up and blew in me, and I moaned around the cock in my mouth as I felt another poz load being pumped into my hole. Omar then withdrew, prompting the guy in my mouth to do the same so he could take over at my rear end. Omar briefly had me lick his cock clean as the other man began his entry, but our host soon slumped down on the sofa next to me to get his breath back while the other guy began to pound into me. I turned my head so I could see the rest of the room while I was thrust back and forward, noticing that Harry and Sid were both in slings getting fucked by their friends, and someone else was down on a mat on all fours getting spit-roasted. Other guys were just walking around watching the action while they stroked their cocks, I suspected in anticipation of being next to take their second turn in me. I slightly zoned out at that point, watching all the old sick men having an orgy while I was being buggered, imagining how I was going to look by their age. Would I indeed be so toxic that I could not get medicated? Did I even want to suppress the virus once it overtook me? These thoughts filled my mind as I panted and rocked, loving the feel of the man inside me. Then, out of nowhere, I suddenly started to imagine some of my housemates in this scene. Marcus and Josh in the slings. Bailey strapped to the St Andrew’s Cross. Tony strapped down on the fuckbench. Leroy bent over a barrel. Everyone else somewhere in the room taking it from these old men. This was all too much for me and I involuntary came all over the sofa, the orgasm causing my hold to clamp down so much that the man in me also lost it and started breeding me. As he pumped me full of his toxic swimmers, I resolved there and then to find some way to bring the other guys in on my kink, as we had all shared in theirs… To be continued…

I was 8 the first time I got sucked by my 32 year old swimming instructor but I was 13 the first time I got sucked to completion was by a hairy 30 year old Greek guy that I was having a holiday fling with. I lied about my age.

I was 10 or 11. My dad would take me to the mall every Friday and give me $5.00 to play games at the arcade. One day I walked into the mens bathroom and caught some guy sucking off another guys cock. So that turned me on as i watched. So as soon as that guy was done. That cumhungry cocksucker sucled my cock off. I would cruise the bathrooms every time I went to the mall

Chapter 4: Home visit Paul and I go home. I walk in, slamming the door: "What the fuck was that??" "What do you mean?" "All those weird people, Father John who looks like the head of a cult and invites himself to our house, you, who gets your brain washed with a smile, and I saw that your dick got hard." Paul turns red, he's embarrassed to talk about certain things. Growing up in a Catholic family fucks with your brain. "What are you saying, is it weird if a priest wants to help two kids who just arrived in a new city? And anyway, yes, I really like Father John. He ... understands me" I shake my head in disbelief and leave. "I have to go for a walk." I walk through the streets of the city, I don't know where I'm going. I think of Father John, of his lascivious smile while he touches and massages my boyfriend's bicep....Paul, who looks at him dreamily....what the fuck is going on? I walk into the first bar I come across, I need a drink. I sit at the counter, I grab a beer. The bartender, skinny and weak, struggles to pour it. At a certain point, someone sits down next to me. "You're new here, right?" I turn around, and I see a young man in his 30s, black hair with a few white streaks, blue eyes sunken into their sockets. Pale, like everyone else. Thin lips that show off his large, white teeth. "Is it that obvious?" I reply. He laughs, we both know what I mean. "Well, yeah. I'm Luka by the way. Nice to meet you." "I'm Mark. I don't think I saw you in church today." Luka pulls back, staring at me with a wild look: "I don't go to church. Not anymore. And you must not either." "Oh, you don't have to tell me. My boyfriend and I are Catholic, but he's really devout. Then today we met Father John. He's a nice guy, but he gives me the creeps." "Father John? Don't let him into your lives. Where's your boyfriend now?" "At home....Father John was coming by later..." Luka lowers his voice, and with a firm and decisive tone he says: "We have to go. Now." We walk towards the house. We quicken our pace, even though I notice that Luka is struggling to keep up with me. We arrive. I see that the light in the living room is off. The door is locked. Strange, I remember I had left it open. I think maybe Paul went out. I'm about to go look for him, maybe in church, when I hear moans coming from inside the house. Luka and I look at each other, my heart is beating fast with anxiety and anger. I walk around the house, I see a light in the bedroom. Luka says, "Too late. Mark, don't look, please." The moans are getting closer and more insistent, they are becoming screams, joined by deeper sighs. My eyes are covered in tears, my heart is pounding out of my chest. I look out the window: Father John, wearing only his black shirt, fucking my Paul, completely naked, in our bed. Father John towers over Paul, who strangely seems so small. I can only see the priest's muscular thighs, his skin glistening with sweat, pushing himself into my boyfriend with such force, like a starving man who hasn't eaten in months. Paul's face was one of Pure Ecstasy, like the statues of those saints pierced by arrows and tortured in various ways. Their suffering was so high that it reached God.