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I awoke the next morning, feeling as though my rest hadn't done much to solve my tiredness. My throat was still dry, and I crawled out of bed and hit the kitchen to gulp down some water--hydration before a run was important. The cold water felt wonderful going down, and I trudged back to the bed room and slipped into a light-fit shirt and shorts and pulled on my running shoes. I headed down the road to my local trailhead, and decided to take one of the easier paths--I really wanted to run. I was about 20 minutes into my run and I just didn't seem to have the energy I normally do. I had definitely worked up a sweat, despite my short exertion on the trails, but it felt good to be outside in the warm air. I decided if I didn't have the energy to run, I'd at least explore a trail. I found myself heading up the same trail on which I had met G a week past. I struggled a bit to get up some of the initial steep inclines, almost pushing myself up off each rock. It took me about 45 minutes to reach that fallen tree where I had been caught so off-guard, but there I was again sitting on it. Catching my breath, I looked around and again took in the scenery. A hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped straight off the log. I heard a laugh from behind and knew instantly that Gerry had once again managed to sneak up on me. I turned and there he was, in that same red tank top he'd had on before and a pair of basketball shorts, with a small backpack slung over his right shoulder. "Well hey there, Reid, haven't seen you the last couple days! Good to see you back up in the hills." "Yeah," I responded, "been a crazy, busy week. New job and all." "Oh yeah? Last we talked all I knew is you had just gone through a breakup and were out exploring the world again," he said with a smirk. "Guess you really are going through a period of new beginnings and all!" "Yeah, I suppose." "You seem a little off today," he said, with just a hint of concern on his face. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm just a little worn out already. Wanted to really get in a good run and all, but I'm just not feeling it today, which is unusual for me." "Oh really? Well maybe some company will help perk you up?" Oh, it would, and it did. As if on-cue, I felt my cock twitch. In all the ass-fucking frenzy of the previous night I hadn't gotten off. My ass may have still been a bit sore, but my cock was all ready to take the lead. And by the lead, I mean straight into more trouble of the sexual kind. But hey, I'm gullible, and I figured maybe this time I could keep my composure and let a hike be a hike. "Sure, maybe the motivation will get me going." "Great! Let's head up the trail again, it's my favorite of course!" And with that, we were off again. G had taken note of how I didn't seem to be at a full-energy level, so he didn't press the pace. We headed up the trail, occasionally chatting about my new job. Being tech support, it's hard to converse about what I do with people not technically-inclined, but he seemed to grasp most of what I told him when I did occasionally get into some detail. He really seemed fascinated by the fact I was able to do as much as I did from the comfort of my home, though as I pointed out most tech problems usually end up being the user or the software. I hadn't yet encountered a situation where hardware had been at fault. "Here, want to take a rest?" he suddenly asked. I looked around and realized we had reached that spot where last time we had explored each other. Or, well, G had explored me. "Yeah," I responded. "I didn't realize we had gotten this far up already." "I figured if we talked a bit, it would take your mind off the climb. Seems I was right," he observed. And he was. I hadn't really been focusing on my lack of energy, which seemed to be a little higher now that we had been moving around. We sat on that same large fallen tree that just days ago I had been bent over. G pulled a pair of water bottles out of his backpack and handed one to me. We both drank pretty greedily--it was fairly warm after all. With just an inch or so of water left in his, he lifted the bottle over his head and poured it over himself. He shook his head back and forth, spraying the water in all directions including on me. "Ha! Sorry bud, got you a little wet there," he laughed. "All good," I said with a little laugh of my own. The silliness of it brought a little levity to my atypically down mood. His hand landed on the back of my neck as he brushed some of the splashes off. My cock twitched feeling the warmth of his hand hit my skin. He noticed. "Oh, didn't realize brushing water off would affect THAT!" I blushed and turned my head to the left to face him, and realized his face had already moved in close. I was powerless to respond as his lips made contact with mine, separating them and his tongue pushing deep into my mouth. His hand moved up from my neck to the back of my head and pulled me face further against his and his tongue sank back almost to my tonsils. His tongue explored my mouth for a couple minutes as his other hand moved to grip my now rock-hard cock through my shorts. He gave my member a few squeezes, before reaching down my thigh, finding the opening in my shorts where my left leg exited, and reaching up in to caress my balls. He broke the kiss and pulled back a little, but locked his eyes on mine. "I've been hoping to see you again. I had such an amazing time with you last we met, I've been hoping we could do it again." I didn't know how to respond, and as his hand in my shorts slowly moved from my balls down betwen my legs, I simply closed my eyes, moaned, and spread my legs giving his fingers access to probe my hole. I felt one of them begin to just penetrate my opening, and suddenly felt something begin oozing out. G noticed it too, and pulled his hand back slowly, and his hand emerged from my shorts with a glob of cum on the inside of his fingertip. "Oh my, what have we here?" "Oh, um, sorry," I said weakly, "I fooled around a little last night." Shit, I felt like such a fool not having anticipating this, or at the very least cleaning myself up a bit more after last night's plowing. I knew I had just blown the moment. "So what you're saying is, you came prepared?" Whoa, hadn't....... thought of it that way? G stuck his finger in his mouth briefly and sucked the cum off it, then stood up in front of me. He reached forward and with his hands clamped in my armpits, pulled me up off the log to stand squarely before him. For just a moment neither of us moved, our eyes were locked and nothing was said. His hands drifted down to my shorts and with a quick tug they dropped to the ground once my cock had sprung free. It bounced up and hit my pelvis, a strand of precum swinging up and sticking to my stomach. His hands next moved upward, slipping under my shirt and pulling it upward. My arms swung up and my shirt was up and over my head and on the ground in one swoop. I stepped gently out of my shorts, naked in front of G except for my shoes. His eyes remained locked on my as he slowly pulled his tank top up and over his head. His massive chest was fairly furry as he exposed it to me for the first time, and I noticed he had some tattoos, though it was hard to make them out fully beneath his fur and his dark, tanned skin. I was about to ask him about it when my eyes followed his hands down to his shorts, and the cock pointing out from within them. He knew I was watching and slowly pulled the front of his shorts out and freed his 8-inch, thick monster. As his shorts dropped to the ground, his own strand of precum dangled from the droop of foreskin hanging from the front. He gripped his cock with his right hand, and slowly pulled the foreskin back, exposing the pink mushroom it covered. My eyes never left it. He broke my trance by reaching down and picking up his shorts. He took them in hand, along with his tank top, and then reached down to collect my shirt and shorts. He laid them out on the trunk as if creating a bed. He turned to me and held out his hand--I took it. He guided me over and then sat me in the middle of the blanket of clothing. He pulled up on my left leg while pressing down on my chest and I realized he wanted me to lay back on the log; I did exactly as he wished.

Part 3 – Personal Attention Reggie stood up and collected the parTy supplies and placed them in the black leather bag. He then turned to Travis. I’m going into my room to continue. R: You can sit hear and wait for Garth or you can follow me. He’ll be fine right there. We’ll come back to check on him in a little while. T: Okay Reggie grabbed Travis and threw him over his shoulder. Travis was turned on by being manhandled. They entered a dark room with a bed in the center. That is all Travis could make out with the low lighting. Reggie threw the twink on the bed and threw him the black bag. R: Lets see how well you were paying attention. Go ahead and pack the bowl. And make it a big bowl. I wanna unlock you inner whore. Travis did not know why he was so turned on by being called a whore. He didn’t know why he was turned on by any of this. He followed the directions as well as he could remember and lit the bowl with the torch. The first hit was a huge success and huge cloud. R: That’s it my boy. That’s it. Here hand me that. Reggie took his hit and got next to Travis on the bed. He turned to Travis and blew the cloud right in his face while reaching for his nipples. Just a slight tug and a moan escaped the twink’s mouth. R: I want you to blow clouds on me but this time on my dick. You got that? Travis nodded and lit his bowl. He took a big hit and lowered his mouth on the black meat. He was able to get about half of it in his mouth before coughing up the cloud. Reggie rubbed the back of the twink’s head softly. R: Again Travis repeated but this time when he went to exhale, Reggie pushed him down further on this dick. Travis coughed trying to breath but the big black dick was cutting off his air. Reggie relented and let go just in time. R: Again Travis repeated this process until he was able to get all the the black meat down his throat. It was only for a few seconds but gawd did it make Reggie feel great. Each time Travis’s throat clenched his dick, he almost wanted to cum straight down his throat. But he was holding out. R: ok now get on all fours. I wanna see that ass winking at me. Travis complied and was head down ass up read for inspection. R: Mmm, nice smooth white boy pussy. Mmmm. Reggie lunged right in and pushed him tongue into the quivering hole. T: OOOOH MG. omg, ahhhhhhhhh That’s when Reggie realized the boy was hard trying to jerk off at a weird angle. He had not thought about the boys dick at all. It was a creamy white 7’’ but almost at thick as his own 9’’ meat. This brought an evil thought to his mind. R: do you want this big dick in your hole? T: yes, I need to get fucked. I want to give my virginity away. Take it from me. I’m giving it to you. Fuck me already please. R: Alright but I need you to do something for me first. It’s a bit evil and I think the T has helped me open your dark side. I wanna feed that dark side. I’ll be right back. Part 4 - Waking up Garth Reggie walked out of the room. A minute or two went by before reggie returned with Garth over his shoulder. He walked over to dimly lit corner of the room. Travis finally focused enough to make out a sling in the corner. He was strapping Garth into the sling. R: okay so I think it’s safe to tell you what the plan was when you got here. Now that you are tweaking hard, you will appreciate this. In those sodas was another drug called Gina. It calms shit down and relaxes while the tina energizes and makes your horny. you drink enough Gina and you pass out. You were supposed to pass out and placed in the sling for us to use. I think you are tweaked enough to do this voluntarily now. Am I wrong? T: No, I wanna get fucked in the sling. R: Thought so. Well someone couldn’t handle the plan and drank too much of the soda. He’ll be okay. In fact he should be waking up sooner rather than later. I want you to fuck him awake. Your load in him to get my load in you. Travis was shocked. How could that have been the plan? How could Garth have betrayed him like that. He knew the answer though. Tina – this evil drug that works magic on your body and mind. But could he actually go through with it? Rape his best friend? He had always pictured him getting fucked by Garth not the other way around. Travis kept trying to think straight but the evil Tina thoughts won out. Of course he wanted to rape his best friend, that cunt tried to set him up. T: I’ll do it. What do I do? Reggie lined him up with Garth’s body in the sling and pushed his head into the twunk’s ass. R: Eat his hole. Lick it right up. Lube that fucker up. Travis stuck out his tongue and had his first taste of hole. He was slobbering it up in no time. He was tongue fucking his friend like he was born to do it. With Garth knocked out still, his hole gave little resistance to the tongue invasion. Travis pulled away and pushed 2 fingers into the wet cunt. The soft feeling was strange to him but his dick jumped at the thought of being inside of his friend. He was ordered to push a third and then fourth finger into the sleeping hole. Reggie maneuvered around Travis and pushed his fingers into the hole. His fingers had 2 chunks of Tina between the fingers. He left the fingers in while the Tina melted away. Travis hadn’t caught it but was told to stand up straight. R: now don’t over think this kind guesture. Reggie got down on his knees and put Travis’s dick in his mouth. He quickly coated the dick with saliva and then got back up. R: Don’t ever think it. Just line it up with his hole. He’s out cold right now so his hole should be easy to slide into. Travis pushed forward and the feeling nearly overwhelmed him. He was holding his breath. He let it out as he bottomed out his thick meat inside of his friend. His best friend. His beautiful bitch of a friend. Travis felt his friend’s ass grip his dick like a soft glove. He slowly rocked back and forth. R: Now don’t do that. Don’t soft fuck him. You’re not laying with a lover. You are fucking a little whore who loves the dick. Travis heard the words and picked up his pace. He was slamming into the sleeping body with intent to leave sore. Reggie walked around to Garth’s head and opened some smelling salts and placed them in Garth’s nostrils. This jolted the poor boy awake. Awake but still out of it. He was trying to come to but moaning every other sound. Travis had stopped in his tracks and waited for his friend to get more awake. As soon as Garth was able to look up at Travis, Travis pulled all the way out and slammed his thick meat straight back in. This kicked all the air out of Garth and he was stuck in a different daze. His hole gripped down on the invading dick. Travis responded with another pull out and slam in. He continued to fuck him like that until Garth was no longer gasping for air. He was in moaning mode. G: Whaaaats going on? Why am I in here? Mmmmm R: Travis is just waking you up from your G-hole. Dont you just love his thick dick? You never told me he had such a great dick. G: Ohhhh! Mmmmm But I'm supposed to top. Ohhhhh. T: Plans change Travis grips Garth by the waist and long dicks him again. This time he's cumming into the used hole of his best friend. T: I'm cumming. I'm cumming Reggie grabs Travis by the shoulders R: Congratulations on becoming a man. Hope you liked the feeling of nutting in a whore. But now its your turn to be fucked like a bitch. get back on your fours.

Sorry for the slow start Part 1 - Intro Travis POV- I’m Travis, I’m a 5’ 8” blonde haired, green eyed white boy that just turned 18. I have a wonderful twink body that requires no attention but gets all the attention from girls and guys. I’m attracted to both but am very shy. I’ve never gotten past 2nd base with anyone. I have this best friend named Garth. I’m totally in love with him and will do anything he asks me to. We’ve talked about doing sexual things together but I usually chicken out due to my shyness. My parents are going out of town for the weekend and I’m going to spend it with Garth. He wants to hit up a party and he swears that he has found some sort of medicine that will help us relax. I really hope so. I really want to lose my virginity to my best friend. Today is the day of the party. I got all ready for this event that I had no idea about. I am hoping that we only stay at the party for a short while. Maybe we can come back to my place or go over to his place. I hope that everything will work out alright and we get to some sexual experience. I bought an enema set just for this special weekend. I followed the gay instructions and cleaned out; way out. I’m ready to do, just waiting on Garth to pick me up. I stare at my phone longingly, waiting for his text message. I start to mentally go over everything I had to go over for the night. - Clean out – check. - Shave everything smooth – check. Not that I really needed that one, I’m pretty naturally smooth. I just like to shave over to make sure. - Sexy underwear – check - Sexy new cologne – check - Condom in my pocket – check. Needed safety if we get that far. Text message hits my phone. It is Garth. He is out front waiting for me. I’m so nervous but ready for anything. I grab my house keys and head out the door. Garth POV- I’m Garth. I’m 18 and a half. I’m 5’ 10’’. I have jet back hair and piercing brown eyes. My body is right between twink and twunk thanks to the in house gym I have at home. I was also a virgin up until a few weeks ago. I mean, technically I still was but now I’ve given head and gotten head back. I even had 2 fingers in me while I was getting sucked off. It felt amazing. I attended this party at a friend of a friend’s place. He ended up pulling out some T for some of us to smoke. I didn’t want to be the only one not having fun so I also smoked some with the crowd. I say crowd but I ended up alone with Reggie. One thing led to another and suddenly we were going at it a bit. The second time I met up with Reggie was a week later and it was just the 2 of us. We hung out and smoked. The the next thing I remember is his body slapping into mine. That’s when I knew I was no longer a virgin. I was pretty high and loved every moment of it. I really liked Reggie and his bomb smoke. He told me I could come back but I had to bring a friend. He didn’t say why but I think I have an idea. Anyways, as soon as he said to bring a friend, I immediately thought of my best friend Travis. If anyone needed to unwind a little it was him. Plus he says he has the whole weekend to have fun without any interloping parents. But most importantly, I wanna see him on all 4’s begging for some dick like I was. I got ready to the evening the way any other guy does. Shower, shave, and overdue it on the cologne. Haha. I laugh because I know we are gonna be a sweaty mess soon enough. I know I loved trying the smoke out. I cant wait to see how Travis looks all smoked out. My dick starts to thicken just thinking of it. I calm myself down and get into my car. I’m driving over and get to Travis’s house. I text him and wait a few minutes until he ventures out. I ask him how he’s doing and I get a calm response of I’m ok. I laugh to myself, oh we’re gonna be a whole lot better than ok in a bit. I wait for him to buckle up and then im off to the races. I drive about 10 mins away and pull up to my favorite place on Earth, Reggie’s place. I text him that we are there and he opens the garage door. I pull my car right into the garage. As the garage door drops and finishes moving, I turn to Travis and say No going back now. I smile a handsome grin give him a kiss on the cheek. We exit the car and are greeted at the garage/kitchen door. There stands Reggie, our great host for the night. Part 2 - Reggie’s pad Reggie stood in the doorway. He is a a 5’ 11 African American man in his early 40’s. He has a muscular frame with broad shoulders. He has great pecks and arms. He is dressed in a black shirt and a pair of jeans. He has a very commanding presence; very alpha male feeling. This was went through Travis’s mind as he stared up at the man. R: please come in boys. The boys followed Reggie into the living room and sat on the large sectional couch. Travis sat right in the middle and Travis sat on one side of him. Reggie stayed standing up. R: are you boys thirsty? I can get us a couple of cokes. T: That will be great. Reggie disappeared into the kitchen. He cracked open 3 cokes and looks over at the boys. They are still sitting quietly on the couch. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a vial and drops some thick liquid the cokes. He shakes them briefly before taking them into the living room for his guests. R: I hope you guys like your coke. They taste Great. All three take drinks from their cans. T: Oh mine must a be a little old. It has a bitter taste to it. G: Mine tastes great. I don’t know what you are talking about. R: I’m sorry. Would you like another? T: oh no, it’s fine, I drink them how they come **smile**. A nervous Travis downs his coke. Reggie picks up a remote and starts some music to fill the silence. T: I thought this was supposed to be a party? Where is everyone? R: oh I though Garth told you. We thought we could hand just us for a while before the parTy. So we can all relax a bit and see where the night goes. G: Yeah, I know how you are with too many new people so we decided this would be better. At least for a little while. T: Oh thank you for thinking of me. I thought that we were going to work on our stuff separately like after the party. G: Don’t worry. Reggie is just going to watch, observed and help guide use through this. He just wants to watch. It’s one of his things he likes, to watch younger guys parTy get wild. I’m getting ahead of myself though. Garth turns toward Reggie who already pulled out the black leather bag. Garth unzipped the bag and brought out the contents onto the coffee table. G: I’m going to show you how to relax and just go with things. Just like he showed me. T: Show me what? What is all that stuff. Garth pulled out a pipe and lighter and baggie filled with T. he opened baggie and filled the pipe. G: This is called Tina. It works like magic. You’ve got to try it with me. Garth lit the bowl and melted the T inside the bowl. The smoke started to collect and then through the pipe into his lungs. Garth held it a moment and then pushed out a big white cloud of smoke. G: okay, your turn. Here hold it like I was. And I’ll light it for you. Don’t suck until you see the smoke start to collect. Okay? Travis was overwhelmed. He was apprehensive about this situation and especially with a drug he’d never heard of. But his beloved asked and he gave in. Travis put the pipe up to his mouth and let Garth light the bowl. He breathed in G: Now hold it a moment. Good… now breath out. Travis let out a medium sized cloud. G: Good try. Now do another, this time bigger. Travis breathed in and held it. Breathing out another medium sized cloud but bigger than the first. Reggie stood up and reached for the pipe. R: Here, let me show you. Reggie took out a small torch and used it on the bowl. He blew out a huge white cloud that filled the line of vision for a moment. R: like that little boy. He hands the pipe back to Travis along with the torch. Repeating what he had just witnessed, he lit the bowl up with the torch and blew out a huge white cloud. R: Good boy Trying to impress the alpha male, Garth book the next hit using the torch and he too blew out a room full of clouds. R: Good Boys. Again. Oh, did you want another coke? G: Sure I’ll take one. We’ll share one. Reggie walked back to the kitchen knowing the boys were busy with their cloud competition. He didn’t even half to sneak with the G. He just pulled it right out and gave a double dose in the can. Reggie walked back to the living room with a can of soda and a wet towel. R: here you go. Another soda and a wet towel to cool off the pipe to refill it. Here hand me the pipe and I’ll refill it. Garth took 2 big bulps of the coke and sat down. G: is it me, or is it really hot in here? T: oh yes, it is warm. R: oh let me go turn on the AC but feel free to take your shirts off. I know I will be. Reggie got up and turned the thermostat on. Walking back he had his shirt already over his shoulder. He walked over to the boys. R: here let me help you. Reggie pulls Garth’s shirt right up and over his head. He does the same to Travis. Reggie started the next bowl with the torch and handed them back to Travis. He took a huge hit and tried to pass it to Garth but Garth seemed to be almost sleeping. T: Garth, are you alright? R: oh he’ll be alright. He’s just overheating because of the T. look he get better the more clothes I take off of him. Reggie practically rips the pants open and pull them down and off his legs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and just sat there in the nude. His dick was semi hard and leaking precum. Reggie squeazed the boys nipples and then used his finger to collect some precum from his leaking dick. He pushed the finger to Travis’s mouth. Travis had never tasted such an amazing taste. T: OMG that is amazing. Is he okay? R: Yeah he just needs to cool off a bit and he’ll be white as rain. We should probably try to cool down too or we might overheat too. Travis didn’t need to hear anything more. He just listened to the alpha and dropped his pants and underwear. He revealed his own semi. Before he could even register that he was naked with Reggie, Reggie was naked too with his hard 9” dick sticking straight out and slight curve to the right. He used the same finger to scoop up some of his own precum and pushed it to Travis’s mouth and again he licked it all up.

It would be nice to start all of this to say I had no idea when I entered the Bathhouse what Bug chasing and Neg/Poz sex was about. That would make all of this look innocent.That I had no idea what might happen and that I was forced into this against my will, almost. That would be a total lie though. Do you notice how many stories and porn stories with pozzing as it’s main subject , always have a guy slightly unwilling, naive or duped into becoming a poz slut? That was not me . I was no victim. I wanted that poz cum in me when I went into the bathhouse. I selected that bathhouse because the reviews had mentioned lots of shady men and bareback sex. More than one review mentioned guys with veins popping out and breeding going on. It was a magnet to me. The moment I saw a comment, that some guy had got pozzed there, I knew I had to go. Like a moth to the fucking flame, I was at the door of the bathhouse to get fucked poz This night I walked into the small bathhouse with purpose. I had seen an ad , an ad for a guy to be pozzed and like the voyeur and slut I was, I had to see, I had to go .I barely noticed the guy who smiled as I gave him my money , when I walked in. I asked where the Steamroom was , he replied . I walked to the lockers and I quickly undressed and wrapped a towel around me. The Steamroom was downstairs. I ignored everything else and tried to find it That is where the young guy in the Bareback Ad online had said he would be. He wanted to be Poz. The ad had 14 replies. At least 5 fully poz guys with no medication answered. The bottom was 19 and you could tell many guys would go just because he was young. I went because I knew one of the guys going. He wasn’t poz and he had fucked me before, but he was hot and so the young guy had readily accepted the request and told him when and where it was happening . The same bathhouse , with the same reputation and here I was outside the Steamroom. I put my towel on the hook outside the room. There were only about 4 other towels on hooks. I walked in. The first thing I noticed was not being able to see .It took a moment for my eyes to adjust and even then all I could see was shadows . What was surprising or really not ,was how few shadows there were and how none of the shadows seemed to be engaged in anything resembling sex. Before I could sit down on a bench, I saw a shadow lurch towards me. It was my fuckbud . In an angry whisper he said to me “ I knew it was you. That fucking stuck up slut never came. He bailed. They nearly always do. “ with that he walked out. Silence, darkness and heat and what was I clutching, oh yeah the poppers. I sat down. Part of me knew he wouldn’t turn up. It was all too much of a fantasy and what was I hoping anyway? To watch him be pozzed . Why never me ? I was thinking of all of this when I noticed a sudden movement near me. One of the shadows started moving towards another shadow and started speaking. “Well fuck it , if I am not going to gift someone I am going to the pub.” The guy he was talking to laughed. “ These fucking flakes, you know it is all just bullshit” then it happened. I don’t know if it was poppers or fear or darkness or that I was desperate ,but I heard myself speak. It was so lacking in confidence , but it was me, there was no doubt. “I am Neg. I would love to be charged Poz.” There was silence. I had no idea how many people were in the Steamroom. Including me , maybe 5? Silence . Nothing. Then one of the voices spoke. “You want my Poz seed?” “Fuck yeah “ I replied. Out of darkness I felt a hand. It lightly brushed my cock, then I felt myself being lifted up as the hand went under my balls and started to search my ass. “Fuck yeah ,Poz him “ someone said out of the darkness. I was both terrified and exhilarated. Out of the steam the shape of a fat cock came into view and my mouth opened as the hand beneath my balls started to lift me up, still searching my ass. I knew i was about to be lost . I grabbed the poppers and held it against my nose and sniffed hard. At that moment someone grabbed me and took the poppers out of my hand and while I tried to get them back started to turn me around towards the wall. I could hear myself breathing , talking to myself “ Fuck what are you doing ? “ I said to myself . “Don’t stop relax you want this ,”the other part of me said. Then my voice came out again “Poz my Neg ass” There were groans . I could hear people jerking off and then suddenly I saw a small man with a crix belly . He had a big fat cock. He had veins out everywhere that I could see. He had the “look”. Now it was my turn to groan. He came close to my ear and loudly whispered “ I was going to ask if you were sure” He said , “ but we both know you are.. slut “ He disappeared behind . I felt someone spread my legs . I couldn’t tell who. Suddenly as out of nowhere I felt my bottle of poppers against my nose. I sniffed it in hard, as it was taken away again .I relaxed and lent back, but started to feel a dick start to probe my ass. I panicked. Had I even lube up there?. But then I could feel the cold distinct feeling of lube being rubbed in my ass. Just as I felt this I felt a guy’s cock behind push into me hard. I groaned hard. I almost panted. I could hear groans around the room and the loud sounds of wanking. I was terrified and in heat. I hoped and feared it was the crix guy behind me,but both of us were panting and the pain and the pleasure kept up . My moaning was becoming loud, like some bitch in heat I was. Someone opened the Steamroom door and closed it. The heat started become hard to bear. Still I was bent towards the wall. The shadows seemed closer, the groans and the jerking. Someone groaned loudly and came on the floor. This made everyone louder. I was lost. “Make me pregnant” I yelled. “Charge me “ The door kept opening and closing . There was a loud groan and suddenly stillness behind me. “ You got my babies mate” and he laughed. At that there was a loud groan of “Fuck yeah” . I thought it was from some other guy, but it was me. A dick left, another one replaced it . I was being converted.i loved it The guy with Crix came up beside me again. “Tonight your going to be fucked up. “Please fuck me “i yelled . “ I already made you pregnant mate. The guy fucking you now is the guy who let you in and he has never taken meds. You will be truly fucked up by the end of this.” I don’t know how long I was there. I don’t know how many loads I had. Eventually I ended up at the showers. Everyone I passed smiled. Others would smile and pat me on the butt. I was humiliated. I was in heat . I could still feel cum inside me. It was still going down my leg .I went upstairs and dressed. As I went to the front door dressed ,the guy who let me in smiled. “Do you need a water. You must be dehydrated .”He handed me a bottle. I offered to pay . “ Are you kidding , after the floor show you put on tonight. Everyone should be buying you drinks” . I looked him over. He didn’t have the look . He smiled and almost blushed. “ Hey bud don’t worry I have it and you have well and truly been infected” . It was my turn to blush. “ I um.. “ I managed to stammer. The guy had a broad smile on him. “ I may not be obvious, but you are. As soon as you walked in I thought yep he wants the bug. When your friend left he was pissed because the 19 year old wasn’t there. He told me that at least you would be pozzed tonight. I mean that is how it always happens”. I was abit confused. He looked me in the eye and said “ There is no 19 year old begging to be pozzed that has an ad out to meet at this place. I place it, every couple of weeks , a different one. Sometimes they are 25, sometimes 30. Always hot. Always desperate to be pozzed.” “But why ?“ I stammered out “ Because it drums up business. People always come. The Tuesday night used to be dead. Now we have people crawling all over the place. The 19 year old may not be here, but someone always leaves converted. Someone always leaves with the Gift. Tonight that guy is you.” My legs felt weak, but I could feel my dick get stiff. “ In a couple of weeks hopefully you will take “ he said. “ The next time I put out an ad for a hot 27 year old you can be there and help convert a newbie . Someone like you . But if you don’t convert you can be that newbie. Can I sign you up for a membership for this bathhouse?” “Sold” I yelled too quickly. “ I want to be a member “. He smiled “ This week you are the newest member”

I was 19 years old in 1984 when I took a taxi to a gay bar in the small city in Upstate New York where I grew up. There was no sign identifying the bar, but all the local gay men knew it had a red lightbulb over the front door. I met a hot guy in his 30s named Mateo who wanted to fuck me, but we did not have a place to do it. An overweight and rather unattractive guy in his mid 50s named Larry sat on a nearby stool and overheard our dilemma and called Mateo over to him so he could share a possible solution. They introduced themselves by name and shook hands as Mateo took a seat on the stool next to Larry. What was interesting about the ensuing conversation with Larry, was that I was not part of it as I now sat on my stool as a distant bystander, while they talked about me like I was not even there. Larry told Mateo he would love to help Mateo fuck a slut. And while he did not have a place to go, he had a huge Chrysler New Yorker in the parking lot with dark tinted windows. Larry said there was lots of room in the backseat to fuck if Mateo wanted to use the backseat of his car. Larry said he would do one better and drive on the nearby freeway and some deserted roads while Mateo slut fucked in the backseat. Larry said if Mateo was going fuck a slut in a car, better for it to be moving than parked somewhere where the authorities could come across you at any time. Larry told Mateo that if he stayed within the speed limit and obeyed the rules of the road, no one would expect fucking going on in the backseat. Larry then asked Matteo if he had a driver's license which Mateo confirmed he did. Larry told Mateo the only thing he wanted in exchange for his time and gas for driving around, was to fuck the whore in the backseat as payback, while Mateo drove the New Yorker back to the bar. Mateo responded, "Fuck yeah, let's do this!" and he and Larry started to move off their stools. Mateo came over to me, briefly making eye contact, and held up his thumb and index finger, pointing to the front door of the bar, as Larry led the way out. Once we got to Larry's car, Mateo and I got in the back seat and closed the door. Mateo’s demeanor toward me changed during his conversation with Larry. When we first met, Mateo seemed excited to meet me and freely engaged me in conversation like he was interested. Now he was no longer communicative and quite honestly, I felt I was nothing more than a sexual object. There was a distance and hardness to Mateo’s temperament that had not existed earlier. As Larry got behind the steering wheel, he started the car. It was a humid night in upstate New York, even late at night after dark, so Larry rolled down all the electronic windows to let some fresh air in. In the meantime, Mateo pulled off my t-shirt, shorts, and underwear, like I was a kid needing help getting undressed. Once I was bare-assed naked except for my white calf-length athletic socks and sneakers, Mateo announced to Larry, “I think we are all ready to go!” As Larry put the car in drive and drove out of the gravel parking lot, Mateo picked up my shorts, t-shirt, and underwear and threw them over his shoulder, tossing them out the open window! Suddenly panicked, I attempted to open my car door to get my clothes, but Larry had the childhood locks set so the door would not open! Mateo commented to Larry, “I wonder if the whore’s clothes will still be in the parking lot when we get back?” to which Larry responded, “Hard to say!” with a chuckle. I was both panicked and at their mercy as Larry approached the nearby entrance to I-81 and turned onto the freeway and accelerated to 60 mph. Mateo meanwhile stripped off his sneakers and jeans and then pushed my mouth down on his big brown uncut cock to get it wet. Mateo then pushed me on my back and lifted my legs up in the air high, so my sneakers were almost touching the ceiling. Mateo pushed himself inside of me with one full thrust and laid his body on top of mine, his 6’2” body engulfing my smaller 5’7” thin body. Our heads were side by side, but there was no talking going on as he started to thrust inside of me feverishly. I am not sure how long he fucked me with me wedged between the backseat and his body, but my pussy was now open, freely accepting his cock. After a long time, Mateo lifted off me and looked around to see where we were located. He pulled me up, and as I looked around, I realized we were now driving down a dark deserted country road. The one thing about upstate New York is it did not take long to get from populated to secluded areas… Mateo decided to fuck me doggy. He pushed my legs and knees together, so he had room for his right knee on the backseat and his left foot on the floorboard. Mateo stuck his cock in me and started fucking me full force, bucking his hips hard against my ass as his big hands clamped tightly against my hips. As he fucked me hard, my hands were on the seat holding me up. Each time Mateo's hips forcefully thrust forward, however, it caused me to inch forward and after a short time, the top of my head was literally hitting against the car door as I stared down at the seat! After several thrusts, I lifted my hands up against the side of the door, and up further until my hands were squeezing the top of the door where the window slit was located now that the window was down. This not only stopped my head from banging against the door, but it gave me some leverage so Mateo could not push me forward any further. Mateo must have sense my naive plan, because he unexpectedly bucked my hips with so much force, my body lunged forward and my hands lost their grip on the top of the door. My body lunged forward, so my hands slipped though the open window! As my body tilted forward and having lost all my leverage, Mateo used his strong thighs and knees to force my hips forward, until they were against the door along with my thighs and knees. This caused my naked body to be hanging outside the open window from the waist up! Mateo firmly grabbed the top of the door where the window slit was located with his big hands, like I had done just moments before. Unlike mine, Mateo's grip was firm and with his bigger body planted directly behind me and big cock stuffed up my hole deep, I was wedged between Mateo and the door with no place to go. I yelled as my head, arms, and hands were dangling and flailing out the window and I felt the night wind blowing against my naked body. Mateo did not break his pace and continued to fuck me hard from behind. After a long fuck and feeling some wind burn on my face, Matteo pulled me back inside of the car, keeping me impaled on his cock as he sat in the center of the backseat with one foot on either side of the center hump of the floorboard. I became Mateo’s bouncy little boy as he continued to grip my waist, lifting me up off his cock and then pulling me back down until he was balls deep again. At one point, Mateo put his hands under the back of my thighs and started lifting upward so my knees moved against my chest. Mateo ordered me to spread my legs wide so the bottoms of my sneakers were against the back of the front headrests. I felt like a two-bit whore with my legs spread so wide, as gravity fully impaled me on Mateo's cock, with Mateo lifting me up and pushing me down by my waist to control the rhythm of the fuck. After a while, Mateo positioned his hands underneath my thighs to pull my spread knees back toward my chest again. With a fluid motion, Mateo moved his hands and arms, so his arms snaked under my arm pits and his hands moved and clasped behind my neck. Mateo had me restrained in the full nelson wrestling position, with me totally immobilized and I was forced to take his full cock and he pistoned it in and out of me as hard as he could. That put Mateo over the edge as he soon yelled, “Take my babies, bitch!” and buried his cock and his seed deep inside of me with one final thrust. Mateo released his hold, and I stretched my legs and put my sneakers back behind the headrests. Mateo held me in place fully impaled on his cock and let out a deep loud growling “WOOF!” as Larry pulled the car to the side of a deserted road. It is like the three of us were in a coordinated dance as Larry got out of the car and opened the back door behind the driver’s seat slightly so Mateo could get out when ready. Mateo lifted me off his cock and pushed me over to sit on the backseat behind the front passenger seat, ordering me to “keep my babies inside of you, bitch, so you don’t get them on the leather seat.” Mateo got fully dressed as Larry moved around the back of the car to the back passenger side door where I now sat. Larry unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He slipped off his loafers and took his pants and underwear fully off and then slipped his loafers back on his feet. I shuttered a bit as I looked at Larry's body because he was someone I would never consider having sex with. He had a belly, and man boobs, and an unattractive face. As I was lost in my thoughts, Larry opened the back passenger door where I was sat and said, “Time to pay up, bitch! Get on your fucking hands and knees!” as he threw his clothes on the floorboard and started coming toward me through the open door. By this time, Mateo had exited the backseat, closing the door behind him. I moved in as far as I could toward the door Mateo had closed as Larry crammed himself in the back seat and closed his door behind him. I was a bit startled as Mateo reached through the open window and grabbed underneath my armpits with his big hands. He firmly pulled my body toward him and through the open window until my waist over the edge of the door, with the top half of my body fully hanging outside of the car again. Mateo harshly said, “Stay in this fucking position and be a good whore to pay Larry back for the generous use of his car!” With that, Mateo slapped my face hard and opened the driver’s door to get in the front seat. In the meantime, I felt Larry’s body behind me as he ordered, “Take my fat German sausage up your used cunt, whore!” as he shoved his surprisingly fat cock deep inside of me. I inhaled at the thickness of Larry’s cock, as Mateo pulled the car back onto the deserted road. While Larry’s cock was nowhere near as long as Mateo’s, it was much thicker and stretched me further. Larry got a steady rhythm down when I suddenly and unexpectedly felt something wet hit the portion of my body hanging out the window. At first, I wondered if it started to rain, but as the wetness hit me again, I realized it was at the wrong angle for rain. By the time I felt the spray of wetness the third time, I realized that Mateo was hocking up loogies and blowing them out his open window to let the force of the air as he drove splatter the loogies against my body! As Mateo’s loogies continued to splash against my body, I started getting nervous because I saw lights in the distance as we started getting closer to the city. Panic hit me when I saw the headlights of a vehicle driving toward us. As the headlights got closer, I started pushing my ass back on Larry’s cock as I intuitively tried to push myself inside of the car to keep my naked body from being seen. Larry’s body, however, held the top half my body firmly in place outside of his car at my waist, and headlights be damned, he was not about to let me back inside anytime soon. The road was wide enough that the car did not pose any physical threat to me, but the vehicle’s headlights allowed the driver to see my naked body from the waist up hanging out the window, including my full face! Because I was grinding my ass against Larry’s cock, futilely hoping by some miracle that would get my body fully back inside his car, I’m sure it was pretty obvious to the person driving toward us that I was getting fucked! As the vehicle got closer, the guy flashed his headlights a couple of times and as we passed him, now under streetlights at the edge of town, the driver's eyes make direct contact with mine for an instant. I had a sense that my eyes were pleading to be anywhere else but there, staring at this stranger for a fleeting moment. The stranger meanwhile quickly tapped on his horn twice as he drove past us in his red truck. Mateo tapped the horn of the New Yorker twice in response, sharing a moment with the stranger now in the rearview mirror. At this exact moment, I heard Larry's labored breathing as he grunted hard and loud, dumping his load inside of me. Larry pulled his cock out of me and pulled me back inside of the car. He ordered me to turn around and clean off his cock as Mateo drove through the city and back to the parking lot. The parking lot had no direct lighting but the nearby streetlights casted an orange hue that softly lit the parking lot. Once parked where it all began, Mateo got out of the car and walked around to other side of the car to let Larry out. After Larry got out of the car, he grabbed his underwear and pants from the floorboard and left his door open as he put his clothes back on. As Larry zipped himself up, I heard a vehicle pull into the parking lot, driving over the gravel. It drove up next to Larry’s car facing the opposite way, so the driver was looking straight into the window where I was sitting. It was the driver of the red truck who saw me getting fucked 10 minutes earlier. Both Mateo and Larry walked over to the stranger’s truck to speak with him, but I could not hear what they were saying. After a bit, Mateo walked over to the driver’s side passenger door and opened it for me, and I got out of the car, naked except for my socks and sneakers. I stood behind the open door, using it as a shield to hide my naked body. I noticed the parking lot was empty except for three vehicles, the third which I assumed was Mateo’s. The stranger got out of his truck and walked over to get a better look at me. In the soft orange hue of the parking lot, this stranger looked like he was in his late forties and more of a farm hand kind of guy. He had cowboy boots on and jeans, as well as a button-up shirt. He was taller than me and bulky. He was a decent looking guy overall. I asserted myself momentarily by telling all three men that I needed to find my clothes, and started walking away from them, desperately searching the parking lot for my missing t-shirt, shorts, and underwear. They were nowhere to be found, and the stranger finally yelled, “Boy you better get bare ass over here before someone sees you and you get arrested for indecent exposure.” And with that I walked back toward the three men feeling defeated. The stranger looked at me and said, “You have a choice boy: The three of us drive off and leave you in this parking lot bare-assed naked and you take your chances, or you come with me and let me use your cunt to empty my bull balls.” He turned and walked to his truck and I followed him. As he reached his truck, I started to walk around the front of the truck to get in the passenger seat when the stranger told me to hold up and called me over to him. He walked toward the back of his truck and said, "Boy, you ride in here," and patted the top edge of the truck bed. Feeling I had no choice, I walked to the end of the truck and hoisted myself up into the truck bed by putting my foot on the bumper. Once inside, the stranger motioned me toward the front and told me to sit in the center of the truck bed with my back against the window and wall of the front cabin where he would sit and drive. I felt like his possession as he reassured me that it was about 4am and I would be fine riding in the truck bed for the 35-minute drive to his place in the country. The stranger got in his truck and started the engine, put his truck in drive, and pulled out of the parking lot. As the truck started to pick up speed and drive down the road, I heard a car horn beep twice. I looked up to see Mateo and Larry standing at the New Yorker with the driver's side door open. They both smiled big and waved to me…with my clothes in their hands. I was startled when the stranger tapped is horn twice in response, as I watched Mateo and Larry get into their respective vehicles, taking my clothes with them.

Hooked up with a top in his 70s online this week. He had a rather large dick and a fuck bench so what's not to like. Invited me over and when I arrived he told me he wanted to be sucked off first. He was 6ft,3 , wearing army boots and combats and I could hardly get his dick in my mouth. He told me he was going to breed my hole and took me into his garage. His fuck bench was home made but did the trick. He bent me over it and applied straps to my arms wrists around my boots and thighs with a big one over my body leaving me totally secured. He fucked my face again pushing deep down my throat and then said he was going to "bugger" me hard and raw. I was in no position to back out and didn't want to as I was very turned on by this. He said i'd needed to be gagged and took some duct tape and silenced me with it then got up behind me and pushed hsi big cock up my arse hammering me for ages. He was very verbal and told me he took ages to cum and I was his bitch until he did. Finally he shot a big load inside me ripped off the duct tape and made me clean his cock up. Best bondage fuck in ages.

Sorry gents, as it often does life got in the way a bit. I circled back a couple days ago, and had to re-read this myself to get the brain rolling again. After a few false starts, happy to say new chapters are underway. Reid is definitely in for some hot and heavy adventures, and they're going to "cum" hot, fast, and heavy! +=========================+ As is the case when you're looking forward to something, time passes painfully slow. I tried to avoid thinking about our impending fuck fest, but every time I took a piss through the day, it hurt more and more. I began to wonder if I had hurt myself with the sounds, though I hadn't been any more aggressive than normal when massaging my prostate. I freshened up with another quick shower around 6, and when I hopped out I noticed Ryan had messaged me, asking if it would be okay if he and Drew brought yet another bud along. Apparently my ass must have had a growing reputation thanks to those two. I figured the old adage, "in for a penny, in for a pound," pretty much applied here, so I replied that they could bring him. About 30 minutes later there was the anticipated knock on the door, and this time I answered it with some clothing on. There stood Ryan and Drew, both as I remembered them, but along with them stood a third man who looked rough, and I mean the kind of rough where he looked like he needed to take better care of himself. He wasn't my ideal fuck type at all, but given the two he was with I knew I could focus on them and he would simply be there in the background in my mind. As had become the routine normally (except for this morning), we headed for the bedroom and once there everyone began to shuck clothes. Drew was already half-hard, with another off-color strand of precum hanging down from his piss slit. Ryan looked his normal self, not much muscle mass and those purple blotches across his chest, but my eyes quickly fixated on that cock of his, as his shaft began to expand and his oversized mushroom started to rise. I then looked over at their friend, who introduced himself as Dirk. Dirk was the same height as Drew, but couldn't have weighed more than 150 pounds. I could see his rib cage and his skin looked dry. My best guess put him in his 50s, though I couldn't have known he was a year younger than Ryan. He had the same purple blotches as Ryan and Drew all over his chest, abdomen, and upper legs. And there, between those legs, was a cock with a thickness just less than Drews, and a cock head just smaller than Ryan's. He combined the best of both cocks, and he was already erect and throbbing at a solid 9". He was cut, like Ryan, and I noticed a couple of the purple bruises on his cock as well. Ryan saw me looking over Dirk and quickly moved in and smothered me with a kiss as I felt Drew kneel behind me, spread my cheeks, and begin probing my ass with his tongue. I moaned into Ryan's mouth as his tongue began exploring the inside of my own mouth, and I closed my eyes and allowed the bliss to envelop me. I sensed Dirk moving around behind me and shortly after felt his two warm hands gently grip my shoulder and begin to massage my upper back. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. We must have been quick a pile of man-flesh there in the middle of my bedroom. Everyone seemed to be doing their part to hold me upright as each worked a part of my body; I was in heaven. I felt Drew pull his tongue away from my ass and he shifted himself around and swallowed Dirk whole, sloppily deep-throating him and coating his cock with his saliva. After a few minutes of this, I hear him stop and sensed him shift out of the way as Dirk came up behind me and positioned his cock at the entrance to my ass. He gave a few short mini-thrusts, and his head popped in on the fourth thrust. Drew's tongue had done excellent work opening me up. Dirk slowly sank himself fully into me and came to a halt pressed up against me. I could feel his ribs against my back, but only for a moment as he slowly withdrew and slid in again. He repeated this a few times before I felt him slam into me several times in rapid succession and roar in my ear as his warmth spread deep into my bowls. "Fuck that was nice, I needed to release that one," he muttered as he slowly softened and begin to pull his cock from my ass. "Plenty more where that came from, gotta make sure the job gets done." Drew chuckled and I felt him slide in behind me, and start fingering my hole. His finger kept moving deep into my hole, and I felt it begin to twist around inside. It felt a little rough, but Ryan had my lips locked and I couldn't say anything. For a minute or so Drew continued probing my hole with his thin finger, until he pulled out with a curious feel. He rose to his feet and stepped behind me and slowly began to press his precum-smothered head to my anal opening. He decided not to go slow, and as I felt the tip of his arrowhead part my lips he slammed forward and hilted himself balls-deep. I cried out into Ryan's mouth and my eyes teared up; his entry had been the most painful I'd experienced. Much like this morning's first fuck, he brutally pounded me from behind as I heard Dirk softly egg him on. "Yeah, work that seed in there. Really fuck him and load him deep, ruin that hole so it's never quite the same." I began to feel a little uneasy, but just then Ryan reached around and hugged me tight and for some reason I relaxed, despite the pistoning of Drew behind me. Having already cum twice today, it took him about 20 minutes to finally reach orgasm, and as he swelled and exploded deep in my ass, my hole felt like it was on fire. I realized he only cared about fucking me, and really nothing else, and a part of me felt sad at this fact. He held himself still, once again cursing at how much it hurt to cum, and after I felt his cock begin to ease its spasms, he went back to work slamming my ass for all it was worth. My hole had become loose and sloppy, I could hear the sloshing as Drew slammed around in there. His fourth load was forever in cumming, and after nearly a half-hour, he swelled inside me and pushed as deep as ever and rockets a few more ropes of his cum into my second hole. This time he held himself deep, shuddering and moaning, until he gradually softened and his cock fell out. He dropped to his knees and I felt him again slide his longest finger up inside me, twisting it around as deeply as he could. How I could still feel anything inside my hole was beyond me. After a couple minutes of work, my ass hurt in so many ways, and still I knew Ryan had not yet cum. His dick had been pinched between us and had softened somewhat, but as I felt it begin to achieve full bloat I knew I still had another several loads to take. He broke our kiss as my lips felt chapped from the constant workout, and he looked at me with a surprisingly tender glance and using his thumbs to wipe away the tears. He took my right hand and led me to the bed where he had me lay on my back and slowly pushed my legs up to my chest. His mushroom head found my hold and met no resistance; he slid balls deep. Drew and Dirk both joined us on the bed, as I felt a shiver run through my body. Both placed their hands on the back of each thigh closest to them and began gently kneading those muscles as Ryan began to withdraw and slide back in. His giant head always acted as a plunger, and this time was no different as his thrusts pushed Dirk's and Drew's loads deeper into me. He established a gentle rhythm, working my hole over in a way that I knew he understood how much I was hurting at the moment, but also in a way he could bring himself across the finish line as well. It didn't take him long, and after just a few short minutes his breath got ragged and his head swelled a bit painfully that deep in my ass and with one finally thrust I felt him break deep into my colon before loading me with one of his cum enemas. He held himself deep inside me, a bit uncomfortably so as I felt my abdomen begin to fill. After a couple minutes the feeling subsided and he returned to his gentle in-and-out. I noticed to my left Dirk was stroking himself back to full mast, and for the first time I felt a little repulsed by his look. He looked almost sickly, and I shivered again thinking I had allowed him to cum in me. Ryan needed a bit of time to work up to his second load, and after about 20 minutes he deposited another enema deep inside me. My bowels felt like they were swollen, as if someone had pissed inside me, and yet I apparently wasn't done. Ryan got a determined look on his face and suddenly began a rapid and almost Drew-like brutal thrusting deep into my hole. I could feel the cum sloshing around inside me from the suction, and I glanced down and noticed a bump moving around where my own slight definition of abs were located. I realized I was seeing Ryan's cock head pushing against my inner abdomen and I tensed up in a moment of panic. It took him 15 minutes of tearing my ass up to deposit a third and final load from him. He closed his eyes, avoiding meeting mine, and he sighed and with a slight grin withdrew his cock from my hole. It was streaked red with blood. I knew real damage had occurred inside my hole, and seeing his cock looking like that made me question everything we had done over the last two weeks or so. Dirk shifted himself between my legs with his now-again solid boner, and this sickly-looking man slide into my ass with barely any resistance. Covered in his purple bruises and skinny as he was, I closed my eyes and hoped he would finish quickly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUCCKK..." He hilted and came. He held himself in place as he spasmed, and I opened my eyes to find him staring into them. I felt cold, my body began to shiver. "You really have a great ass man. Ruined now, but amazing to have been inside it," he said as he shuddered, releasing his last drops of cum into me. Well maybe if you guys had gone a bit gentler, it wouldn't be so sloppy and ruined I thought. Dirk laughed first, and Ryan and Drew started almost immediately after him. "Kid, you really don't know how much we enjoyed that," he said chuckling. "But you probably need to get some rest now, you're looking a bit rough for the wear." I was feeling pretty exhausted, and my throat was dry. They dressed quickly and I walked them to the door, a stream of cum beginning to slide down my legs as I brought up the rear; my hole was unable to fully close, nor contain all the cum that had been deposited beyond its gates. I closed the door and made for the shower. The hot water felt good and I grabbed my largest butt plug and worked it in, stemming the flow of seed. I noticed the cum on the shower floor was pink, and as it flowed into the drain I knew my hole had been absolutely wrecked. I toweled off and slipped into bed. It wasn't too late yet, but I decided I was going to go for a run the next morning. I needed to get out and do something other than just offer up my ass. Yet as I drifted off to sleep, I kept thinking of Dirk and how rough he had looked. I needed to perhaps be a bit more selective of the guys I let fuck me, and I entered my dreams deciding I would take more care in the future.

Was set up behind a closed McDonalds Place were trucks park at night. Can usually get a few guys pull up and it mostly oral. I was leaning against the car when I felt someone lean against me and push his hips intro my ass. I kind of just stood there. I could feel him moving around then I felt his hand on my short and he pulled them down to my knees, I heard him spit a few times and he moved closer pushed me against the car and guided what felt like a respectable 7.5-8”. He slid In slow and stead, was a bit uncomfortable ., he then started to go to town. Ounces me for about 5 min, I I could tell he was about to cum. I felt him twitch and heard him grunt and suddenly my as was real slippery. He reached into car and grabbed on of the towels and walked off. probably one of the drug dealers in the area, but he sure knew what was going on and he took advantage of it. as he walked off I got back in car and headed out of there.

I was a late bloomer, with my first gay sexual experience being sucked off at an adult bookstore booth when I was 17. Then, I kept going back, of course. It was at the bookstore that I read about the existence of bathhouses. I headed for the nearest bathhouse and I’ve been hooked ever since. They are safe places tomorrow have sex with a variety of men, which is why it’s sad to see them dying. Younger generations who rely on apps have no idea how much more fun bathhouses can be. I stayed in the closet a while, so bathhouses were my only sexual outlet. I learned so much watching and experiencing. It the first place I fucked someone, got my ass eaten out, tried poppers, fisted guys, dildoed guys, had group sessions, learned to enjoy bottoming, glory hole sucking, had my ass played with (expertly by my college English professor—but he didn’t recognize me). I’d also gotten the chance to watch so many guys having sex—fun and educational! My motto has always been that I would try anything sexually twice to see if I liked it, and bathhouses help me try many. What did you first try or see at a bathhouse?

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

“I don’t feel anything!” start medium with me. But you quickly can accelerate to hard. Very hard. Work my tits and I will flop all over the bed, frienzied with ecstasy. It’s about the hardest my dick will get. And I can come without touching myself. I don’t mind scabs on my nipples the following days. And I want to feel my nipples rub against the inside of my heavily starched dress shirts. I’ve been like that since I was a teen. Many years ago, somewhat jokingly, Friends gave me a set of jumper cables for Christmas. 🥰

I guess the neighborhood piano bar wasn’t the most adventurous choice for my scandalous night out, but it was a step I hadn’t taken before. My wedding ring was in my pocket, the first time I’d taken it off for any purpose other than what you’d expect. Here I was in San Diego, fresh off my successful conference presentation, all the pressure off and a few more days of seminars and social gatherings to look forward to. After a brief meet and greet with those who had attended my talk, there had been an early dinner. Standard academic stuff, I’d been through it many times before. But this was my first time traveling alone since I’d gotten married. Jake and I have been together for 10 years, and finally made it legal last year. He’d always had the flexibility to travel with me when I went to these meetings, but his new job made that impossible this time. So here I was all alone, and all the things I’d fantasized about so many times were now eminently possible - if I was willing to make them happen. The man across the bar raised his glass, and invited me over to his table with a smile and a nod. He was by far the hottest guy in this quiet joint, looked to be late-30s, great body hiding under his business attire, brown hair and olive skin - with strong features and a killer smile. I’d never been to this bar before - I’d visited the city many times for business, but could never bring myself to go out, both because work always kept me busy but also because my boyfriend, now husband, was no doubt sitting at home, lonely and missing me. Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about going out, having the kind of fun my commitment wouldn’t allow me to have. I’d thought of little else for years. I love what I have so much, but the desire for variety, for exploring a new body, it consumes me. I’d suggested three-ways, or opening our relationship, but my husband is just not into it. And until now, I’d just accepted that as the price of admission for being with him. Even now, sitting in this bar and considering walking over to the handsome man flirting with me, I’m just exploring. Dipping my toe in the pool. Trying out what it feels like to be out in a gay bar alone for the first time in so many years. Maybe enjoying the attention of a man or two, but not seriously considering going any further. I’m a married man, very happily so. This is just some innocent fun. As I pushed away from the bar, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the counter. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I’m no gym rat, but I keep myself in good shape, lifting and running a few times a week, staying active on the weekends hiking and biking. In that transition phase between 20-something boy and 40-something daddy type. My face had certainly earned its share of compliments, and I saw more than a few men in the bar take note of the way my ass looked in the jeans I’d put on back at the hotel. Even still, I was surprised a man as gorgeous as the one I was approaching had cruised me. Just my insecurities talking - it had been years since I’d been in this position, almost 10 years to be precise. My husband and I had met on the dance floor of a club in our town and had scarcely been apart since, other than my work trips. We fell in love fast and hard, moved in together, and were married the minute it became legal in our state. I don’t regret it for one second - well, except for that part about craving something new. But that happens in all relationships, right? “Have a seat,” the stranger said, flashing that thousand-watt smile. “I haven’t seen you here before. Not that I come here all that often, either. Are you from around here?” A brief pause, considering how honest I wanted to be here. I could easily spin a tale about myself and invent a reality that would serve the fantasy I was exploring. Or I could just say, “No, I’m visiting for work. Husband is back home while I’m stuck in a hotel in yet another strange town. Thought I’d come out and enjoy a drink and the local scenery.” I caught his eye and grinned at the corniness of the line I just delivered as he started to laugh, blushing mildly. “How about you?” “I live just down the street, but haven’t been here more than a handful of times in the past six years. I’m newly single, you see, and my ex wasn’t one for the bars. I’m not either, if I’m being honest. But I thought it was probably time for me to get out again and see if I might find some connection, you know? My breakup really took a toll on me, and I haven’t been very sociable lately. And now I’m sharing way too much information with a total stranger. Sorry about that. I’m Anthony, by the way.” “I’m Joey, and please don’t apologize! You don’t know how happy I am to just have a normal conversation instead of cheesy pickup lines or a bunch of small talk. I’ve been at the bar for half an hour and had to shoo away a few young twinks and an obvious alcoholic barely able to speak. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my room and watched some Netflix. Please, tell me more.” “Well, to be honest I’d rather not talk much more about it right now. Like I said, it was pretty brutal on me, and if it’s OK with you, we could talk about pretty much anything else. It’s best not to dwell too much on the past, and instead think about moving forward and moving on.” Again with that amazing smile, melting me and giving me a jolt up and down my body - a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. That feeling when you meet someone new, the chemistry, the intrigue. I had it in spades with this man. Dangerous, this feeling - but thrilling, and so I pressed on. We spent the next two hours at that table, exchanging stories, talking about sports and politics and music and everything but our relationships. I bought the next round, then he got the next. Each time, he moved a bit closer, spent a bit more time looking in my eyes, laughed a bit more sincerely at my corny jokes. His hand made its way to my thigh under the table, and I didn’t remove it. In fact, my hand went onto his, and we continued to talk and laugh and just BE with each other, so comfortable and easy, it was scary and wonderful. He brought my hand up on to the table and was running his thumb over my ring finger. He confessed, “I have to tell you, I noticed the tan line from your ring when I ordered my drink at the bar earlier. I thought a married guy like you might be easier to talk to than someone obviously on the prowl in a dark bar, you know? But as soon as our conversation began, I knew I was in trouble. Because you are such an incredible man. I never expected to spend the entire evening lost in your eyes, but here we are. Last call is approaching, and the last thing in the world I want is for this night to end.” A beat. A pregnant pause as I assessed my options. I had tucked my husband into bed before heading to the bar. He was fast asleep in our bed, content and assuming that I would be bored in my hotel room, as had been the case on so many of my work trips. Yet here I was, reveling in a connection like I hadn’t felt in 10 years. My wedding ring in my pocket, the first time I had ever taken it off with the intent of deceiving someone that I was single. And instead, that decision brought me to the beautiful man in front of me, a man so charming and sexy it almost hurt to look at him. And as I considered the possibility that I would go home with him, I realized he was too good to be true - a man just out of a long-term relationship, stepping out for the first time since, and about as low-risk as you could expect, if you’re considering cheating on your husband, but wanting to be sure you were safe. “Then let’s not let it end here,” I said before I allowed myself to chicken out. He stood, holding fast to my hand, and led me out of the bar. It was a pleasant evening, and we walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to his apartment, the sexual tension between us palpable. On the stairs in front of his building, he turned before unlocking the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. Something about the romantic gesture, on the street on a beautiful evening, making out with a gorgeous man before heading into his apartment - I was about to burst from the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous energy building and making me do things I told myself I wouldn’t do. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of innocent fun, and here I was on the precipice of cheating on my husband. And I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me upstairs and continue this incredible evening.

Just a heads up so far, counting is still going to be going on until Wednesday so I have a chance to get each story written, and each story is now fully planned out. Anyone who commented on the previous thread is welcome to repos their choices here, and I will update the choices. I was able to recover the emails saying their choices, and added them to the mix. Make sure you are putting your top choice first, as this does have a higher point count. Anyone posting a single choice will have all points counting towards that choice. So far, everything is pretty close. Thanks for the comments and look forward to the stories soon. (Each will be posted separately, and there will be a completely new set of choices at the end of the second one on the next round of voting). Also, don't be discouraged if your choice isn't picked, as I may end up recycling some choices farther out. ALSO: There is going to be a new story I am working on as a collab with someone on here, so that will also be worked on in the background (going to be a really busy summer for me lol) so keep an eye out for that.

On the beach, with people around. We were kinda out of view a bit with some driftwood in front of us. He’d pulled down his board shorts and laid back on a towel and I went to work deep throating him right there. I’m sure folks on the bluff above could see. Didn’t matter, I was just focused on sucking cock and swallowing some cum.

I was taken to another room that had what looked like a rubber coated floor, and leather padding and mirrors on the walls, a mirror on the ceiling and sling right in the middle. There were about 12 guys there, dressed in anything from full Daddy leather to head to toe rubber with a gas mask, jockstraps or completely naked. All of them, slowly stroking their cocks and looking at me with lust and hunger in their eyes. These are men from our Community Contributors. Our affiliate Doctors refer these recently diagnosed men with high viral loads to us to be part of our "seeding program" that you'll now be experiencing. All the hot men gathered around me and lifted me into the sling, securing my arms and legs. They started massaging my arms, chest, forcing their fingers into my mouth, massaging and fingering my hole. Then they started slapping their cocks against my face and damn, there was so much pre-cum dripping from their cocks it soaked my face. I greedily licked every cock, savoring the sweet, salty taste. The leather Daddy positioned himself between my legs and rubbed his cockhead against my hole. Boy, I caught my bug when I was down in Brazil at a bathhouse a few weeks ago. And most of the men here got their bug in other countries too. We’re gonna give you so many strains tonight that at least one or more is going to catch. His cock wasn’t that long, but damn he was thick. He slowly pushed inside me, giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size. Staring into my eyes, he began slowly pumping, grinding, rotating his hips at every angle. I could feel the heat from his body, his nipples looked so hard as he tweaked them with one hand. He started speeding up, telling me now boy, start squeezing your hole, Daddy’s gonna cum soon! He started squeezing both his nipples and then groaned and pushed deep inside me. Stop boy, let your hole become loose, stay still, stay still. He was gasping and sweating with a glazed look in his eyes. Now slowly tighten up, yeah that it, shit, I’m cumming again! I slowly milked his thick cock with my ass, trying to squeeze out every drop. He slowly pulled out and I could hear the cum splashing onto the black rubber floor. He bent over and scooped up the cum and fed it to my mouth. Ok gents, he’s nice and wet. What strain of bug do we have for him next?

It’s been a while since I have gone but my usual routine is to walk around and look for guys that I have played with in the past and let them fuck me if they want. Then I look for the oldest nastiest man in there and work to earn his load.

The door closed and I was left alone with the video on pause. I clicked play. Whatever Uncle Abel had given me earlier to smoke left an impression on me. I was hornier, more excited and incapable of staying still. Stroking my own cock was futile. I laid the same way I had with the video continuing. Frank had came in Greg for the 4th time. He called Uncle Abel to swap places. "Come here and assess this ass Abe" Uncle Abel stroke his cock and it instantly turned hard. He positioned the tip of it to Greg's hole. He easily went in and before you know it, Uncle Abel exclaimed: "Wow, that it's a cunt alright. You feel that boy? Only a cunt would suck a cock in. Other holes would resist but your puffed up cunt lips pulled me in. Excellent" Greg only responded with "fuck yes, sir." The men took their turns to dump another load in Greg. By the time it was over, Hunter loosened the ropes binding Greg's limbs and took the blindfold off. He was cute and looked a bit geeky. The screen faded into black and a loading animation followed. Another title card appeared, this time it was set in the living room. David's Ascent: Chapter I / V A fit blonde guy, probably a few years older than me. Steady frame. Could pass off as a frat guy from the way his hair was styled. Uncle Abel appeared and sat next to him. He placed the pipe and torch on the coffee table. He put his hands around David to pull him closer, pointing him to the camera. "So tell me David, what brings you here? Aside from the clouds of course." "Well, at first it was that, but I think that there's more to it, you know? Some kind of connection that you guys have that I want to be a part of." "Do you actually want to? There's no turning back, I'm sure Greg made you aware of that." Uncle Able and David got closer, holding each others forearm. "I am aware and I'm fine with it. Will you take me in Sir?" "I will boy. We need to figure out where you'd fit in. I can see you following my footsteps with the way you fucked Greg. Definitely a stallion. Look at that cock." David's cock was almost 7 inch soft. A rub or two and it can grow to almost 8 with its girth coming close to the length of Uncle Abel's wrist. He did a demonstration by putting them side to side. "Cool. I'd like that. Yeah, it's nice to have this juggernaut but it's not always easy with most guys." "You're in the right place then. All of us can take cocks that's twice your size. It's part of the initiation. You too, will learn how to. Do you understand what I mean" "I do. You gotta take some loads before giving them, right?" "Exactly. Now let's have a puff" Uncle lit the pipe for David. He took 6-8 hits. His clothes went off after, leaving him in his boxers. Uncle instructed him to stand and turn for the camera. David's body was solid. He clearly had played football before. He flexed his body a bit and his eyes were wide and dilated. Whatever Uncle told him to do, he obeyed. "Face the camera and tell us how you feel. Don't be shy. Are you even ready to be a part of us?" He turned to face the camera. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. "I'm more than ready. I feel fucking amazing." "Good. Put this on. Sniff it first." Uncle threw a stained jock to David. The word "BIKE" was on the waist. It reeked of a musky stench that turned him even more. A quick snap and his bubble butt was framed and ready for a fuck. It was tighter than what David was used to, but that's because Greg had worn it first. "That's better. Look at that ass. You're one of a kind man. Now bend down and let me taste your hole" David complied, positioning himself in a sort of bow with both hands placed on the coffee table. He arched his back to be paralleled to the ground. Uncle first spit onto his hole, teasing with his finger before diving straight into it. His tongue pushed and pulled against the sphincter. David moaned in bliss, asking Uncle to keep going. Once the hole was wet enough, Uncle rose from his seat to position himself behind David. He stroked his rod before poking the hole, pushing himself into David with no delay. The moans turned to a scream and then to relief when Uncle found the right pace. "My seed is just the first of many you'll take for the next couple of days. You want to guess my viral load?" "A hundred? Two hundred? One thousand?" "Eighty fucking thousand. I've no doubt that you'll be a part of us very soon." "Fuck yeah. Breed me Sir." They continued fucking for almost 20 minutes. David's expression didn't change once. He was spun. When Uncle was close, he wrapped his arms around David, causing him to lift his ass higher. Uncle hit the perfect spot as droplets of David's precum began to form through the mesh of the jock. Uncle pulled David's cock out of it. "Stroke your cock. I want us to come at the same time. Can you do that?" "Yeah" David was quick. He was halfway. "I'm close Sir" "Keep stroking that cock boy" Their pace increased before Uncle flipped David over to the couch to fuck him in a pile drive. "I'm coming Sir" Not even a few minutes had passed and David came. Uncle felt David's hole contracting against his cock, pushing Uncle to climax moments after. They both panted in unison, drenched in sweat. David looked up to the camera with a smile. The screen faded to black. *** I wished I could've jerk off but my cock was still soft. It was half past 2 and I couldn't sleep. I left the room and let my temptation take over. I climbed up to go to Uncle's room. I saw that his door was ajar from across the hallway. There was also music coming out. I got closer, peeking in to see uncle and someone else double penetrating an Asian twink. Uncle laid on his back and the other guy kneeled behind the twink whose knees were half bent in a squat. I knew I stared too long when Uncle turned his head and saw me. "Looks like we have company. You guys mind if my nephew here takes notes?" The other guys were too spun to verbalize their response. "Take a seat Brad"

I've got a 0g PA but I like to go with a shorter interior diameter so it "hugs" the head of my cock a bit more closely than PAs with a larger interior diameter. I wear a tribal ring PA, so unless I have my screwdriver, it's not coming out 😈. I've been lucky and haven't had any UTIs, but I've had a few times where my PA did come out dirtier than desired.

It is amazing when you have sperm up your hole how much you need more. Every evening after the Bathhouse pozzing I dreamt of being made pregnant again. I had lost all control. I constantly thought about the Poz cum up my ass. I was terrified it would take. I was terrified it wouldn’t. On the second week I waited for the fuck flu like a woman waits to miss her period. I was going to be pregnant. The fear, the stress. 2 weeks exactly ,nothing. I wandered the roads angry and stressed and then I found myself walking to the Bathhouse again. My heart beat faster as I walked in the door. The guy who let me in and pozzed me last time was not there. Someone looking bored hardly looked at me while I paid and handed me a towel. This was a mistake. What the fuck was I doing .? But I kept walking forward. As I walked to the locker room there was small refreshment area and tv screen, that you passed. I walked through quickly only to hear someone loudly whisper to someone “ There is the Poz chaser from a couple of weeks ago. That slut took so much Poz cum it was dripping out his ass. Well and truly converted. Pregnant slut !” I nearly fell over. I blushed to my roots, both ashamed and proud. “ I wonder if he is going to charge up that hot bug chaser in the Steamroom .” My dick went stiff. Then I realised that was the dupe. There was no hot young guy. This just the ruse to get people in. It worked. Here I was, bugchasing poz slut. Outside the Steamroom I smiled to myself, 7 towels. Those Gift givers hadn’t worked out there was no young slut waiting to be fucked Poz. Hopefully I could be helped on my journey. I took off my towel and walked in. What greeted me when I walked in the steam room was completely different from 2 weeks before . There was the heat. But in front of me were lots of shadows all near each other. But it was the noise that overwhelmed me. “Infect him”. “ Poz him” “Charge him with the virus “ “ Make him part of the brotherhood” “I can feel the last of his Neg juices” I walked towards the noise. At first no one noticed me. I could see what looked like a young 20ish guy bent over bench. He was being fucked hard. There was no spot where someone was not near. His ass was being barebacked by an older guy with thin legs and hardly any ass. “ I am going to charge you full of Poz cum ,slut “ he yelled. Then suddenly he pushed forward and held himself there. “ Fuck my babies are in you.” He was hardly out of the young guy before he was replaced by another. I noticed this was the guy who had let me in 2 weeks before. I became erect The guy who had let me in 2 weeks before , must have heard my panting behind him, as he slightly turned around. He smiled broadly. “ Fuck I am cumming .... take that infected Poz cum “and he pushed himself onto the young guy. He took his time standing there over the young man. As he pulled his dick out he loudly said “ The guy behind me was made pregnant by me .and many others a couple of weeks ago. This infected slut is the next guy to Poz the slut beneath me. He went closer to young slut and said “ The slut that is going to infect you is a newbie and probably a bottom. You are going to be charged with his newly infected babies” I was slightly shocked. I was mainly a bottom and though I had fucked some guys , and liked it, I always felt abit insecure but now I positioned myself behind this younger version of myself. This bug chaser who was doing exactly as I had 2 weeks before. I slipped into him. I will say that again. I slipped into the chasing slut. I can’t describe how wet and warm he felt. He was sloppy but tight . I pushed further in ,I was in heaven . I had thought the young slut was not saying much, while he was being charged up, but now I could hear moaning, intermittently with words I could just hear “ Poz .. me ... Please. ..... make me yours “My pace picked up.i could hear the voices around me. “ Poz him, infect him Harder Harder. “ I could feel cum hit my leg as I fucked this slut. Then I felt a hand against my ass. I saw a shape behind me “ Fuck I am a Poz pig slut and I am going to charge a newly infected bitch”Without a moment hesitation he grabbed my ass and drove his hard fat dick into me. I groaned . I was impaled I was in another world. I pushed harder into the young slut. He was more than moaning now. He was almost pleading.” Poz .....infect ...Po.. “it was too much. I felt myself sink into the wet juicy Poz Pussy and start to pump my slut full of my babies. I managed to yell “ Poz “ as I unloaded. Just then I felt the Poz pig push into me . “ Your fucking pregnant” he yelled and pushed into me. I was smiling. I was laughing. I was full of Poz cum and had just made a young slut pregnant. I moved away. Someone took my place it continued. I walked out of the Steamroom. As I walked to the showers,I was not full of shame. I was happy. I felt complete. I started smiling. I still had cum going down my leg. Now I was me. I walked up the stairs and the door. 2 weeks later I received a call . “ Hello “ the voice stuttered. “ Hello” I said .” I am the guy you fucked 2 weeks ago” he said” “ I am sorry to call you but I was told by the guy at the Bathhouse you would be the right person to speak too”. I was silent” I am pregnant” he said. “ So am I “ I replied . There was silence. “ Do you want to meet? “ he said “Yes” I said “At the steamroom in the Bathhouse where we became pregnant. “

The Pleasure Principle This takes place before Captain America: Winter Solider “I don’t understand,” Captain America said, shifting from one leg to the other. “It’s simple Captain,” Agent Sitwell explained, “According to the regulations you are overdue for your yearly physical.” “But…I’m in perfect health, the serum…” Sitwell held a hand up, “That is all well and good, but the rules are the rules, to remain on active duty you need a yearly physical.” The Avenger sighed, “So I just go to a doctor…” “No,” Sitwell said, handing the man a business card, “This is a SHIELD doctor, he is the only one qualified to give you a physical.” He took the card, “Doctor Black?” Sitwell nodded, “It’s a secure facility, we can’t have your medical information falling into the wrong hands.” The Captain slipped the card into his belt, “That it?” “He’s expecting you this afternoon.” Steve opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it, after all Sitwell was just an agent, he didn’t make the rules, “Thank you,” he said walking out of the office upset…there went his day. As soon as the hero was gone Sitwell pulled out his cell and dialed a number, “He’s coming today…no he suspects nothing. Yes…I agree…” before hanging up he smiled and said, “Hail Hydra.” Steve pulled up in front of the doctor’s office on his bike and checked the address again. It didn’t look like any doctor’s office he had seen, but then again. He was still relatively new to this time, in his day and age doctors worked out of their house, mostly not bland, unmarked buildings with blank windows. It looked more like a government building than anything. “Which makes sense if it’s some secret government medical building Steve,” he muttered to himself, turning his bike off. He was pissed and there was no getting around it, since he had woken up his life had seemed to be out of his control. From Loki to SHIELD to finding out Peggy was a dementia ridden senior citizen in a nursing home…it all just kept coming and he never had a break. “What you need is to get laid,” Tony had quipped last time they saw each other, “No joke Captain, it’s been what? 60 something years? There’s blue balls and then there’s whatever you’re suffering from.” Steve had blistered at the joke, only because it had hit home. Dr. Erskine had explained how the serum would make everything in him more, but he had failed to explain that meant everything. Steve’s sex drive, which back in the day was bad enough, had multiplied tenfold. Before he was a skinny, unattractive kid who had no money, so his only recourse was masturbation, regular masturbation…something that Bucky used to tease him about mercilessly. “It ain’t your flat feet that keep getting you rejected,” he said one afternoon, “It’s the fact you’re blind as a bat from all that jerking off!” Like Tony’s comment it had angered him because it was true, at the time Steve had been resentful, after all not everyone looked like Bucky and could get any girl they wanted. The irony that now he looked way better than Bucky ever did and was still sexually frustrated was not lost on him. As he walked into the building, he mused the reason he was so pent up was the same reason he had been 60 years before. The truth was that Steve had never learned how to talk to girls and that knowledge hadn’t been given to him when he was turned into a living legend. Now he was just a twenty something virgin in the body of a Greek god and a cock that was dying to be used. Natasha took great joy in teasing him about it, no doubt sharing Tony’s belief that he needed to get laid. As he walked up to the small window and rang the bell, he wished it was that easy. An attractive woman slid the window opened and smiled, “Hello, you must be Steve Rogers?” Steve felt himself start to blush as he nodded, “Yes ma’am, I’m here for my physical.” She nodded, “We’ve been expecting you, just take this clipboard, you can fill these forms out over there and bring them back to me.” Steve took the clipboard and sat in one of the offered chairs. As he filled out the information he glanced up at the receptionist, noticing how beautiful she was, she had an incredible body, but it was covered with a stylish dress which turned Steve on all the more. These days it seemed girls just showed everything to everyone, and it was a huge turn off to him. He shifted in his seat as he felt his cock start to harden. He bit his bottom lip as he began thinking of anything else but women to get it to stop. The problem was since the serum, his nerve endings were so sensitive that even the small movement against his underwear was enough to turn him on. He shifted in his seat as he filled the forms out, willing his member to soften for once in his life. Once he was done, he walked back over to her, making sure the clipboard was covering his erection, “Here you go ma’am.” She took it and looked it over, “Great, look, I know this might sound forward of me…” Steve held his breath as he waited for her to continue. “Do you think you could sign this for my son? He is 4 and is your greatest fan, my husband bought him a fake shield like yours and he wears it everywhere.” Of course she was married. Steve faked a smile, “I’d be happy to.” He signed a piece of paper for her when a young man in a white lab coat walked out. Steve ignored him at first, assuming he was a lab tech or something. When the boy said, “Captain Rogers?” Steve looked over at him, “Yes, is the doctor ready for me?” He smiled, “Yes, I am.” Steve paused, the words not synching up with what he was looking at. This kid was in his mid-twenties, handsome, blond hair, bright blue eyes…no way he could be a doctor! “You’re Doctor Black?” The boy smiled, “I am, I graduated high school at 15, college at 18 and graduated from SHIELD’s accelerated medical program just last year. So yes sir, I am your doctor.” Steve shook his head, he was never going to be used to this time, “Sorry about that, am used to…” “Older doctors, I know,” the boy said with a casual smile, “It’s ok, I’m used to it. You want to come back with me?” Steve nodded and followed the boy…er man down the long, cold hallway. Back here the place looked more like a SHIELD operation, no posters, no decorations, just stark functionalism. The doctor walked him back to an exam room and closed the door behind him, “This is a secure room, no one will come in and interrupt our exam.” Steve looked at the door, “Um ok, is that normal?” The doctor grabbed a clipboard, “It takes a above top-secret clearance just to take your blood much less exam it, so I will be the only one doing the exam, no one else here has the clearance.” “All this for a physical?” The boy looked up and smiled at him, “We can’t be too careful, can we? You can disrobe.” Steve looked around, “Here?” “Captain, you are about to spend the next hour or so in this room with me naked, if you’d like I can turn around, but I am going to see everything eventually.” Steve sighed as he bent down to untie his shoes, “I meant there is usually a gown.” “Would you like one? I wasn’t aware you were this shy.” Steve pulled the shirt over his head, “I’m not shy, let’s just get this over with.” The doctor watched as the Avenger’s flawless body was revealed. Steve tried to ignore the fact his cock was rock hard, there was nothing he could do about it now, so he just stood there. “My god,” Dr. Black said in awe, “I had…I mean…” he shook his head, “You hear about how the serum changed your body but seeing it in person, it’s amazing.” Steve felt so exposed, but he didn’t move, for some reason it was important to him not to show fear to his kid, his ego refused to let him be weak in this moment, “No offense Doctor, but I don’t have all day.” Black nodded and gestured to the exam table, “Go ahead and have a seat,” he went to fasten a blood pressure cuff ion the man and paused, “I honestly don’t think we have one big enough for your bicep, we’ll just use your forearm.” He wrapped the device around Steve’s forearm and attached a device to his finger. Black put his stethoscope on and began listening to the hero’s heartbeat. “You sound like a machine,” Black commented, “Strong and steady.” The machine beeped and he glanced at the number, “92 over 78…Olympic athletes don’t have those kinds of readings.” Steve said nothing as a probe was inserted into his ear, “Temperature is good, no obstructions, excellent.” “We done?” Steve said, starting to stand. Black pushed him back down onto the table, “I’m sorry no, we are just starting. This is a comprehensive physical Captain, stem to stern, I just meant your vitals were excellent.” Steve sighed and sat back down. The doctor began to run his hands over Steve’s head, moving through his hair, “I am checking for any signs of cuts or abrasions as well as any indication of lice or bugs,” he moved down looking at Steve’s hands and nails before cupping his hands under the hero’s chin. “Stick out your tongue for me.” Steve complied, looking into the doctor’s deep blue eyes…they looked…familiar almost. “Where are you from?” Steve asked as Black put the stethoscope back on. “Deep breath and hold it…” Steve did so, and he moved it, “Again.” When he was done the doctor took off the device, “I was born in Germany and my family moved to the states when I was young. Now I’m going to press on your stomach…” he placed his hands on the Avenger’s tight abs and pushed, “No pain, right?” Steve shook his head. Black’s hand roamed over the eight pack, “I bet, you could probably stop a bullet with these.” Steve shivered, his cock throbbing visibly. His face turned red, “Sorry doc, it’s just everything is more sensitive…” Black nodded, “I read about that, the serum increased your somatosensory system. That caused a significant increase in neural conductivity and the amplification of sensory reception. Consequently, you possess heightened proprioception, tactile acuity, and an expanded range of sensory perception.” Steve looked at him confused. “It’s why you react so fast, your senses are dialed to 11, but it increases all sensations huh?” Steve nodded, “It’s a pain to be sure.” “Ok, well I wish we could skip the next part,” he said with a grimace, “I need to check your testicles for signs of a tumor.” Steve’s eyes got wide, “What? Why?” Black smiled, “It’s just standard procedure, I’ll be quick.” Steve closed his eyes as Black reached out and took one of his balls in his hand. The Avenger stifled a gasp as the touch sent shockwaves through his body, his cock, which had been only partially hard sprang up instantly, leaking precum down the thick shaft. “Crap Doc, I’m…” “Shhh,” the doctor said, massaging the other ball, “Perfectly normal.” Steve’s head fell back as the sensation of both his balls being played with made him feel like cumming. “Um…doc…” he said shaking. Black removed his hands, “And done, see? Painless.” “We’re done?” “No, we have one more test and you’re out of here.” “Great, what is it?” “Prostate.” Steve froze, “What?” “It’s standard for anyone over a certain age, and no offense Captain, you’re double that age.” “But…I’m fine…” he protested…his mind whirling. “I know, but I have to perform it…lay back on the bed.” Steve didn’t move and the doctor slowly pushed back onto his back until he was lying down on the small table, legs hanging over. Black walked over and put on a pair of gloves and then took a tube of very special gel out of his pocket and squirted some on his fingertips. “This is ridiculous,” Steve stammered, “I’m Captain America, I’m in perfect health!” “And once I do this, I can sign off on that and SHIELD will shut up. Spread your legs please.” Doctor Black simply smiled as he slid the cold tip of his finger against Steve’s hole. The sensation shocked the hero, and he bucked against the doctor. “Easy now,” Dr. Black soothed, “You just need to relax, let’s just get through it.” The doctor pushed his finger in again and this time Steve winced as he felt it enter him. The gel on the glove began to dissolve into the Avenger’s skin, it was made specially for Captain America, making his nerve endings all that much more sensitive. Steve felt a warmness around his hole as the young man pushed in further, he weas shocked to find his hole relaxing, letting the finger enter him. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It felt like a thousand tiny sparks were erupting within him, spreading across his entire body. He gasped at the sensation, his cock hardening again. "Are you ready?" Dr. Black asked softly, smiling at Steve. "No," Steve whispered, "No, wait..." His voice was shaking, but his erection betrayed what he was feeling. As the finger went deeper, he let out a small moan, “No…” he gasped as he began to lose the will to fight. Dr. Black could see that Steve was struggling with his own desires, trying to resist the pleasure that was coursing through him. “Just relax, Captain,” he cooed, adding another finger. Steve's muscles tried to clench around the digits inside him, but they wouldn’t respond. Instead waves of pleasure rippled through his perfect body. The hero could feel the heat building up inside him, and he knew that he was powerless to stop it. He wanted to scream at the young man to stop, but all he could do was whimper and moan. The doctor squirted some more lube onto his fingers before plunging them back in. The warm liquid filled Steve's ass and spread inwards, making his muscled relax completely. Steve tried to shake his head, but his strength was drained away as he felt himself surrender to the feeling. He could only grunt and mumble incoherent noises as Dr. Black added yet another finger, stretching him open wide. The hero was on fire, every part of his body ignited with lust and desire. He looked down, seeing his own cock standing erect between his muscular legs, precum smeared over his perfect abs. Steve was horrified to realize that he was enjoying this intimate encounter with a boy; it was something he never thought he would be capable of doing. He struggled to gather his strength to push the doctor away, but the combination of the gel and the young doctor's gentle touch kept him rooted to the spot. “Stop…” he panted, the weakness in his voice made him sick as he laid there, letting this kid plunge his fingers in and out of him. He could hear the slurping sound as the doctor pumped his fingers in and out, stretching him out an inch at a time. Steve couldn't hold back any longer. He bit his lip, feeling the urge to cum rising within him as he felt himself slipping. Doctor Black merely continued pumping his fingers in and out of Steve's ass, savoring the sight of the superhero writhing beneath him. The room reverberated with the heavy panting sounds coming from Steve's mouth, his breathing labored from the relentless stimulation. "Please…" Steve begged, looking up at Dr. Black with pleading eyes filled with arousal. “Dear Captain,” Black said adding a third finger, “You don’t have to beg, I’ll give you what you want.” And stabbed them into the Avenger, pressing against Steve’s prostate. Steve cried out in ecstasy, arching his back and grinding against the doctor's hand. His cock throbbed violently, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto his stomach. Steve's body convulsed, the sheer intensity of the orgasm ripping through him was overwhelming. He couldn't help but release a guttural cry as he came, shooting ropes of white, sticky jizz all over his muscled abdomen. His eyes were wide as he experienced his first hands free orgasm. “FUCK!” he cried out, his ass clenching down on the boy’s fingers over and over as he felt all of the tension drain out of his body. He fell back on the bed, limbs twitching as his brain was flooded with pure ecstasy. Dr. Black pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, leaving the hero spent and gasping for breath. The German doctor wiped his hands on a towel, smiling smugly at the exhausted Avenger. "There's no need to thank me, Captain," he said, grinning wickedly, scooping up an amount of the hero's cum, "I'll take this as payment." He brought his hand to his face, licking Steve's seed off his fingers. "So delicious..." the boy said, as he leaned down and began to lap the rest of the cum off the hero's flawless body, “You are quite a snack, Herr Captain," he chuckled softly, running his tongue along Steve's chest, causing shivers to run down his spine. "W-what are you doing?" Steve asked weakly, the warmth from his ass now spreading to his entire body. The idea of being violated like this disgusted him, but the sensations of the boy’s tongue was making him moan. “I am doing what every good grandson does,” he said, wiping the cum off his chin, “I am trying to make my grandfather proud…or in this case…my great grandfather.” Steve’s eyes began to close as he struggled to stay awake but was failing badly… “Don’t worry captain, your life is about to become so much easier…” And then nothing. It wasn’t the first time Steve had woken up in a cell, hell it wasn’t the fifth, but it was the first time he came to completely naked. When he sat up his head spun for a moment, a sign he had been heavily sedated since most drugs burned through his body at an accelerated rate. He sat on the edge of the cot and looked around, stone walls, old, possibly a castle of some sort? Not the first one of those he had woken up in either. The rest of the room looked out of place compared to the stone, there was a small toilet and sink set up in the corner and instead of a door one side of the room was covered in a transparent field. Standing up he gingerly touched the glowing wall and felt a small shock. He looked around for cameras, but he had learned from SHIELD the newer ones were too small to be seen. Not bad as cells went but it didn’t tell him much, “So am I supposed to be afraid?” he called out, knowing he was being watched. A set of footsteps came down the hall, he waited until whoever it was made their entrance, since he could see past the wall. He was only slightly surprised to see “Doctor Black” come and stand in front of his cell. A blood red robe hung off his toned form, he looked in far better shape than the doctor’s coat had let on. “You’re awake,” he said with a smile, “How are we feeling?” “We are not amused,” Steve said snarking, “What’s the point of all this, and where are my damn clothes?” The boy grinned, “But Captain, look at you, why would you ever cover up such a masterpiece? If you were mine, I’d never let you wear clothes.” Steve’s blood boiled, “Look you fruitcake, I will ever be yours, so get to the point already!” Black laughed, “You are such a relic of your time Captain, fruitcake? You believe me a simple homosexual when the truth is, we are all fluid, we all have desires, some of us are just more open about it.” “I’m not here to debate sexuality Dr. Black,” the hero said, laying sarcasm on the title, “So why don’t you tell me why I am here?” The boy let out a bark of laughter, “Oh I assure you, I am a doctor, certified by SHIELD itself, that part if true, though I will admit, my last name is not Black.” “Am I supposed to care what it is?” The boy took a step towards the field, “You should, it’s Schmidt.” The second the word was uttered the pieces fit into place, the eyes, the smile…they belonged to his oldest for Red Skull! This boy was…his grandson? No, great grandson given the year. Steve looked around and realized he had been in this very castle before, though it was back in World War Two. “How did a descent of Red Skull get into SHIELD?” The boy shrugged, “You’d be surprised, after all Herr Captain, SHIELD like sexuality is fluid, it is many things.” Steve slammed his fist on the field, “What do you want! You know people will be looking for me.” “Will they? I mean if they didn’t think you were on a classified SHIELD mission and out of contact, they might…but that is exactly what they think, so no Captain, we have some time together.” “So, this is about revenge?” Schmidt gave him a wolf’s grin, “No Captain Rogers, this is about power. Who has it, who wants it and who will use it.” Steve rolled his eyes, “Well you sound like your grandfather, he liked the sound of his own voice too.” The boy raised an eyebrow, “Oh forgive me, I suppose the small talk portion of our meeting is over, shall we move on?” Steve stood up tall, “Whatever torture you can dream up, I can handle.” “Torture?” the boy asked in mock surprise, “Why would I torture you, when I can do this.” He produced a small remote from his pocket and pressed a button… And just like that Steve’s world was turned upside down. A lightning bolt of pleasure moved through his body, it was like a thousand tiny orgasms all at once. The hero gasped as his cock began to stir, his knees buckled as he felt wave after wave of ecstasy move through his muscled form. “What…” Steve cried out as he felt his body react to the sensations, “What are you doing to me?” he finally asked. “My name is Lukas Schmid,” he said, his German accent now evident, “And I am breaking you Captain, in ways my grandfather only dreamed of.” With a flourish, Schmidt pressed a button on the remote control, and Steve felt an explosion of pleasure surge through his body. His cock throbbed, his balls tightened, and his hips instinctively arched upwards. The hero's breathing became ragged, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He tried to fight the sensation, but his body refused to obey. "Do you enjoy this, Captain?" Schmidt taunted, waving the remote control in front of Steve's face, “This is my Lustverstärker, I designed it to use your own enhanced nervous system against you. On a normal human this might cause an awkward erection but implanted in your perfect body…it makes pure pleasure as long as it is on.” “Stop…” Steve gasped as he struggled to stay standing, “Don’t do this…” he was barely able to say. “But Captain, I have read your file, you have too long deprived this perfect fucking form the pleasure it deserves, I am just helping it out.” Steve could feel his cock throb, precum pooling under him as he tried to block the feelings out to no avail. It wasn’t an emotion he could control, it was just pure sexual energy over and over making him shake with desire. The more he fought it the harder it got, his dick swelling and lengthening with each pulse of pleasure. Lukas couldn’t help but grin at the sight, seeing the hero’s cock harden, hearing him moan out loud. He had done it, he had found a way to weaken the great Captain America, but that wasn’t good enough. "Isn't it amazing how much pleasure you can experience when you let yourself, Captain?" Lukas said, pressing the button and increasing the intensity. Steve couldn't help but arch his back, as his cock grew harder and pulsed with each passing second. "Does it feel good, Captain?" Lukas asked, grinning wickedly. Steve shook his head, fighting the overwhelming desire that threatened to consume him. "No," he whispered hoarsely, "It feels wrong." Lukas tilted his head, studying Steve carefully. "Wrong?" he questioned, "Why is it wrong if it feels so unbelievably right?" His question hit Steve like a punch to the gut. He couldn't deny the incredible, almost overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. He had never felt anything like this before, not even close. The intense, pulsating pleasure was driving him wild, making him desperate for more. Yet, despite the physical bliss, Steve knew deep down that it was wrong, this was just another one of Red Skull’s weapons being used against him. Not the device, the boy, he had been forged in hatred and now he was taking it out on him. “Please son, your grandfather,” he gasped, struggling not to grab his cock, “Was a horrible person, he killed thousands…you can do better!” “Oh, I plan on it,” the boy said laughing, “I don’t want to kill anyone,” he turned the device up again, “I plan on ruling them all.” Steve groaned loudly, his body jerking as his cock hardened even more, he was starting to leak more precum, “Please…stop.” Lukas studied the hero, watching him writhe in agony-pleasure, “Is that what you really want? Your mouth is protesting…but that cock is saying…” he pushed the button again, “More!” Steve screamed out, the pleasure consuming him, his whole body burning. His cock was rock hard, his hands twitched, longing to jerk off, and it seemed like every nerve ending in his body was screaming for more. “Please…” he pleased, not this…” “Exactly like this,” Lukas said winking at the hero, “Don’t worry Captain, this is just our first lesson.” And he walked away, the pleasure not stopping for a moment. “NO!” Steve screamed, “TUIRN IT OFF!” he called after the boy, knowing he couldn’t handle much more. The boy didn’t come back, leaving the living legend in a state of constant agitation. Each second the waves of pleasure seemed to grow, making his smooth, toned body shake. Steve was rapidly losing control, he could feel the precum oozing from his swollen cock, covering his abs. He looked down at his cock, the huge, reddish-purple head pleased with him and he knew he was going to lose this battle. Slowly, inch by inch his hand moved towards his aching cock, the whole time his mind screaming at him not to do this, not here…not like this. But it was no use, he needed to cum, there was nothing more important than that right now. His hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft, squeezing it gently, and he moaned loudly. "Oh god," he groaned, thrusting his hips forward, "I need to cum." The words came out in a desperate plea, and he couldn't help but start stroking faster. The pressure built up inside him, becoming unbearable with each new stroke. The hero's cock grew impossibly larger, pulsing with every beat of his thundering heart. His hand flew up and down his shaft, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his quivering body. He knew he was being watched, most likely filmed but he didn’t care, he needed to cum. Steve gripped his cock harder, his strokes growing faster and more forceful. The hero's breathing became ragged, his lips parted in a silent moan, as his body prepared for the inevitable release. As he pumped his cock, Steve's thoughts raced, filled with shame and self-loathing. How could he allow himself to be reduced to this? He was Captain America, a symbol of freedom and justice, not a pathetic captive masturbating for the amusement of his enemies. But as he closed his eyes and focused on the sensation building within him, Steve realized that he couldn't stop himself. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming, and he simply couldn't resist. His strokes became faster, more frantic, and he could feel the impending orgasm approaching. “Shit,” he hissed, feeling his balls start to tingle, “Oh god I’m close…” he sobbed, knowing he couldn’t stop himself now. His hand moved faster, his thumb rubbing the tip of his cock, the sensation nearly unbearable. His muscles started to tighten, his balls drew up and he knew he was about to explode. “Yes, yes, YES!” he shouted, feeling semen shoot out of his cock, splashing against his face first and then his pecs and abs. As soon as the first shot left him, Steve felt the pleasure overwhelm him as the device took the orgasm and made it transcendent. He felt his body seize up and he collapsed back onto the cot, cum spraying over his flawless body as he shook. It was as if the orgasm wouldn’t end, the waves of pleasure continuing to wash over him like the tide. Every muscle in his body tensed and relaxed as if possessed by a rhythmic dance. His vision blurred and he could hear his breaths echoing around him, sounding louder than thunder. His cock remained erect, throbbing with residual pleasure. Steve lay motionless for several moments, trying to recover from the overwhelming sensation. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around the cell, his gaze eventually landing on the shimmering energy wall separating him from the outside world. Through the transparent barrier, he saw a reflection of himself, covered in sweat and semen, looking utterly defeated. The pleasure didn’t stop coming and as he watched himself, Steve gripped his cock again, using his own cum as lube and began to stroke himself again, never breaking eye contact with his reflection. And with a strange combination of loathing and lust, he watched his muscled ripple as he began to jerk off again, the pleasure once again drowning him. He stared at his reflection as he worked his cock, his movements fast and erratic, desperate for another fix. "No!" he whimpered, but the pleading tone was lost beneath the rapid cadence of his strokes. "Not like this…" he muttered, slapping his palm against his cock, his fist clutching his shaft tightly. "I'm not this person…" he gasped, his other hand tracing lines across his smooth, hairless skin. "This isn't me…" Throughout the entire process, Steve kept eye contact with his reflection. It was as if he was trying to reconnect with something lost, some aspect of himself that had been stripped away by the relentless onslaught of pleasure. Despite his inner turmoil, it was impossible to ignore the immense satisfaction that coursed through his veins. He felt alive, invigorated, and yet ashamed. How could he reconcile this primal, carnal hunger with his lifelong dedication to honor and duty? He saw the hunger in his eyes as he stroked and stood up, approaching the reflection, stroking furiously. "This isn't me…it's not me…" he repeated, as his cock pulsed in his grasp, all he could look at was his swollen cock, his precum covering his hand making it slick…he thrust his hips forward, fucking his own hands as he moaned, he felt so fucking dirty…but it felt so good. His breaths became heavy, he could smell his own scent, he could taste his own salty sweat mixed with the cum dripping off his face, he could sense his own need getting deeper and darker. The relentless pleasure continued to course through his veins, making him dizzy with lust. He knew he was acting like an animal, but it didn't matter; the craving for release had taken over everything else. He felt himself get close again and his thrusts sped up as he watched the frantic look on his face, “Oh god…” he sobbed as he got closer… he could feel the orgasm gathering inside him. “Oh god not again…” The familiar sensation began to build within him, his body shaking uncontrollably as he reached the brink. His cock, glistening with his own seed, pulsed wildly in his grip. With a final, desperate cry, Steve erupted, shooting streams of white, sticky liquid toward his reflection. The orgasm seemed to last forever again, each wave of pleasure stronger than the last. His cock remained erect, throbbing with residual pleasure, his legs shaking from the strain. Steve lay on the cot, panting heavily, his body saturated with sweat and cum. He couldn't believe what his body was capable of enduring, and he knew he might have crossed a line he may never return from. As he laid there he tried to relax, but the pleasure just kept coming and coming… Groaning Steve turned around, trapping his cock between his abs and the cot and began to hump the material, “Oh fuck yeah!” he cried out as he thrust into the blanket savagely. The image of Captain America’s dimpled as moving up and down as he masturbated on his cot filled the monitor as Lukas watched. He smiled as he heard the stoic hero break down, his own lust overtaking his morals and decency. He watched the living legend rut into the thin blanket like an animal and knew…this was going to work. Time stopped having any meaning after a while, all Steve could do was cum and cum…finally at some point he passed out, his regenerative powers making his cock ever ready no matter how many times he came. He came awake slowly, realizing he had been fucking his bed again in his sleep. Without missing a beat, the hero sped up his thrusts, wanting to start the morning with a good cum like he normally did. His hips moved up and down as he imagined the receptionist from the doctor’s office under him, the friction of the blanket on his cock was delicious and he craved more. He felt his balls start to retract and knew he was close again. “Take my cock,” he muttered under his breath, imaging the woman writhing under him, he could hear her moans and sighs as his cock began to shoot again, the device making the orgasm once again an explosion of pure ecstasy that just fried Steve’s mind of all logic and decency. He collapsed in his own pool of cum, feeling the pleasure start to build up again… “I hope you bought the bed dinner at least,” Lukas’s voice came from the other side of the field. Steve’s head snapped to the right and realized the boy had been watching him the whole time. Shame filled his mind as he slowly sat up, realizing he was smeared with cum, “Did you enjoy the show?” “Oh, how I did!” the boy exclaimed, “You are a beast…I look forward to seeing that exuberance up close.” “I am never going to touch you,” Stev e hissed, wrapping the blanket around his waist. “So modest!” Lukas teased, “I mean I’ve already seen everything.” “You made your point,” Steve tried to reason, ignoring the pleasure, “You can let me go now.” “Let you go?” the boy sounded shocked, “My dear Captain, we haven’t even started yet, this was just to test if the Lustverstärker works, which it obviously does. Now we get to the real lesson.” “Lesson?” Steve asked, his stomach turning in something akin to fear. “Lessons,” Schimdt corrected him, “Let’s try with something easy, kneel.” Steve’s eyes glared at the boy, “Men like me don’t kneel to men like you.” Lukas’s head fell back in laughter, “Oh my, that was impressive, it would have been more if you weren’t covered in cum, but nice try, nonetheless. Now kneel.” “Never,” Steve said through gritted teeth. Lukas pulled out the remote and Steve steeled himself for more pleasure…and then turned it off. The sudden halt of the vibrations felt abnormal to Steve and then was instantly followed by ripples of pain. Not just any pain but the pain of a thousand fires, it felt like every nerve ending in his body had caught flame and was burning beneath his skin, He cried out, his body tensing up as all he knew was agonizing pain. Steve scrambled back, falling awkwardly on the cot, his limbs moving frantically. The hero groaned loudly, unable to control his writhing body "What are you doing?" Steve yelled, his voice shaking with anger and desperation. "STOP!" Steve screamed, his cries echoing through the cold, damp walls of the cell. The searing pain that consumed his whole body seemed to worsen with every passing second. He clawed at the concrete floor, seeking any relief from the torment. He tried to focus past the pain, control it, but it was not a pain that was real, it was inside of him. He had shrugged off bullet wounds that had not hurt like this…it was overwhelming. “So, Captain, tell me more about people like you and me,” the boy said, watching the hero twist and turn on the bed. “Stop…” Steve pleaded, not sure how much more he could take. “You stop it,” Lukas snapped, “Kneel!” he ordered the hero, pointing at the ground below him. Steve swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest at the prospect of surrendering to this young man. He fought back tears, desperately trying to control his body. “You are only extending your agony, simply kneel to me.” Lukas commanded, gesturing with his hand to the cold stone floor. Steve grit his teeth, his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead. He stared daggers at the younger man, feeling an internal struggle raging within him. Each moment of silence stretched, each second that passed by seemed to last an eternity with the pain. Finally, not able to endure any more, the hero reluctantly climbed off the cot and moved towards the field. He got to Lukas and saw the boy’s eyes flashing with amusement. Finally, Steve slowly knelt down on both knees, his face touching the ground. As soon as he did the pain vanished as the pleasure returned, flooding his body completely. Steve exhaled heavily, feeling his heart racing in his chest. His cock sprang back to life at once, pulsating strongly. The young man smirked down at him, his gaze raking over Steve's body appreciatively. "That was impressive, dear Captain," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Are you a good boy?” Steve looked up at him in confusion. “I asked you a question, are you a good boy?” “I asked you a question, are you a good boy?” Steve glared at him, “I am not saying that.” Lukas just raised an eyebrow and the pleasure vanished again. Steve screamed on all fours, the agony seemingly tenfold from last time. “I asked you a question Herr captain, are you a good boy?” Schmidt repeated firmly, his tone demanding obedience. Steve fought back screams; his body racked with pain. He considered the consequences of defying Schmidt again, knowing full well that resisting meant enduring unbearable torture. Reluctantly, he forced the words past his lips, “Yes, I am a good boy.” And just like that the pleasure returned and Steve let out a sigh, the relief was instant and once again all he knew was bliss. Lukas dropped the field and walked into the cell with him, “So, we have learned the first lesson,” the boy ran his fingers through Steve’s hair and the hero hated the way the touch was like a thousand little explosions of pleasure. He fought the urge to push his head into the touch for more, instead trying to focus. “It is simple, defy me,” the pleasure vanished, replaced with the molten fire in his veins, “Obey me,” and the nirvanic pleasure returned. Steve was panting on the ground, unable to fully comprehend his situation. “Now, come here boy,” Lukas commanded, “We shall learn the rest of your lessons.” Steve looked up at him, he was completely dominated by the younger man, his body betraying him, his mind losing all coherent thought. His cock was rock hard, throbbing painfully between his legs. He knew the humiliation he was suffering, but the pleasure was so overwhelming that he found himself unable to resist. “Face me,” the boy ordered, “Look at me.” Steve hesitated, but the unrelenting wave of pleasure surged through him, forcing him to comply. His legs wobbled, but he managed to stand upright, facing Lukas. The villainous doctor studied his captive, admiring the hero's perfect physique. Steve's chest heaved with anticipation, his mind reeling from the sensual torment. “Now, open my robe, take in my body.” At the command, Steve's trembling hands reached out and gently unfastened the belt holding the robe closed. Slowly, he pushed the garment open, revealing Lukas' toned, chiseled body. Steve stared at the younger man in astonishment, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the massive cock resting between his legs. It was larger than anything Steve had ever seen before – a truly colossal specimen, thick and uncut it hung there soft, larger than most men were hard. The hero gulped nervously, feeling his own cock stiffen against his abdomen against his will. “Look on it,” the boy commanded, “That is a fine German cock, a master cock!” he reached over and stroked Steve’s hard member, “This is a fine piece, a great American cock, but this,” he took Steve’s hand and placed it on his cock, “This is your master now.” Steve’s hand was frozen, just gripping the boy’s cock, the heat of it as it slowly hardened in his hand was insane. He felt the cock twitch and pulse, getting harder by the second. Steve could almost feel the cock pulsing with a life of its own. He couldn’t believe how big it was, how hard it was becoming. Steve’s own cock throbbed and leaked as the device made this pleasurable to him. “Do it,” Schmidt commanded, “Stroke my cock.” With shaking hands, Steve wrapped his fist around the monster cock and began to stroke it, feeling every vein, every ridge. “Worship that cock dear captain, show me you understand its power.” As Steve listened to the commands, his hand automatically moved faster, rubbing the thick length of the cock, feeling the bulges and ridges underneath his palm. The hero's heart raced, his cock throbbing between his legs with each stroke, the device making him throb with each stroke. The more he jerked the boy off the more pleasure he got himself…he urged himself to stop but he couldn’t stop the loop. He could smell the musky scent of Lukas's arousal, which only served to heighten his own excitement. Despite his efforts to resist, Steve found himself completely submissive to the younger man's demands. The pleasure was too much, and he grabbed the cock with both hands, wanting to pleasure himself as he pleasured the boy. As he worked on it, it grew even bigger, reaching incredible lengths and thickness. Steve gasped at the size, terrified by the monster dick. As he continued to pump it, he felt his own cock become harder and bigger, aching for release. "Good boy," Lukas purred, his cock growing impossibly huge in Steve's grip. "Such a good boy.:” The words sent more pleasure into the hero’s body, and he moaned in response, his hands moving faster. Steve stroked the massive cock with such force and fervor that it seemed almost desperate. His own cock throbbed with each pass of his hand, eager for release. He couldn't believe how willingly he was submitting to the younger man, his body craving more pleasure. He looked into the boy’s eyes and saw the amusement in them, and he knew this was the true torture. “Very good,” he said, pulling Steve’s hands away, “You can be taught, now…kneel.” Steve paused, looking up at the handsome young man, knowing that he would be punished if he refused. He slowly lowered himself, kneeling in front of the towering figure. “Show me respect, show me devotion, boy,” Lukas ordered, grabbing Steve’s chin and lifting his face. Steve looked into the blue eyes, seeing pure evil reflected back at him. “Worship that German cock properly,” Lukas whispered, his deep voice resonating with dark intent. Steve's heart rate accelerated, his body reacting instinctively to the provocative command. His hands trembled, reaching out to caress the enormous shaft. He traced the veined surface with tender care, marveling at its immense size. As he cupped the swollen head, his thumb lightly grazing the tip, he could feel Lukas' powerful erection throbbing beneath his touch. “It grows tired of your hand, it craves something more,” Lukas said, waiting for Steve to understand. Steve looked down at the giant cock in his hands, it seemed to grow larger and firmer with each heartbeat. “Suck it,” he finally heard himself whisper, the words sounding alien in his ears. He lifted his face to meet Lukas's gaze, his eyes filled with shame and desperation. The boy smiled, placing his hands on Steve's shoulders and guiding him closer. Steve's heart raced, his throat tightening up as he leaned forward, feeling the warm, moist air on his face. “Please…” Steve sobbed, “Don’t make me do this…” “No one is making you do anything captain, this is all you…” The boy assured him, “Just remember what it feels like without the pleasure…” With a whimper, Steve opened his mouth, parting his lips slightly. He could feel the cock pressing against his lower lip, his eyes watering as he prepared himself for the intrusion. He hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath and then plunging his head downwards. Steve's mouth engulfed the head of the massive cock, his tongue automatically wrapping around it. The taste overwhelmed him, a mix of muskiness and precum that seemed to coat his entire mouth. As he began to suck on the boy’s cock the device spiked, sending more ecstasy through Steve’s perfect body and it was as if he was sucking on his own cock. As he sucked harder on the boy the mor pleasure he got, he moaned as he felt himself lose control. The taste of his precum filled his mouth, the cock swelling in his mouth. Steve moaned louder, his cheeks hollowing out as he bobbed his head up and down. He loved the sensation of the cock sliding past his lips, the suction creating a tight seal as he went deeper and deeper. Each lick sent erotic sparks to Steve’s leaking cock, causing him to worship the cock even more. He wanted to please the young man because it meant more pleasure for him. His hands grasped the base of the cock, helping to guide it deeper into his mouth. Steve's mouth stretched wider and wider, accommodating the incredible girth of the massive member. The hero was amazed at how easily his mouth accepted the invader, swallowing it down without resistance. He continued to bob his head up and down, savoring the taste of the younger man's pre-cum. “Did you think you would be back here? Back on your knees sucking a German cock captain? Worship that meat! Show me you serve the superior man!” Lukas commanded as he watched the living legend suck his cock. Steve felt his jaw begin to ache as he deep-throated the thick shaft, his throat muscles struggling to accommodate the monstrous member. Steve felt his cock throbbing against his abdomen, begging for attention while he focused on pleasing the young German. "Mmm, yes, that's it," Lukas murmured, "Suck it harder my good boy." The words sent a shock of pleasure and Steve eagerly complied, his mouth stretching wider and wider to accommodate the throbbing cock. He could sense the power emanating from the massive tool, filling his entire mouth with an intoxicating mixture of lust and submission. The hero reveled in the sensation, his cock growing closer to cumming with each passing second. "Oh, I see that you're enjoying yourself," Lukas observed, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement. "Tell me, Captain, does it feel good to be reduced to a mere fuck hole for Red Skull's grandson?" Steve's jaw clenched tightly, his pride stung by the demeaning accusation. Yet, he couldn't deny the feelings washing over him - a potent cocktail of pain, arousal, and utter helplessness. He pulled off the cock, "Shut up," he spat out angrily, his voice hoarse and strained. Lukas laughed and the pleasure vanished, Steve yelped and went back to sucking on the boy’s cock, desperate to be enveloped by the sexual nirvana again. Shame filled his brain as Lukas thrust his hips forward to impale Steve’s mouth on his cock, “The great Captain America worshipping a superior German cock, come now Captain, you are enjoying this!” The young man’s words cut deeply into Steve’s psyche, tearing away the remnants of his dignity. The taste of the boy’s precum filled his mouth, mixing with saliva as he continued to suck the cock with increasing fervor. He could feel the pleasure building up within him, threatening to overwhelm his senses. His cock throbbed, aching for release. “I imagine you were like this during the war, used by the men as a whore, the German soldiers fucking your perfect body as you begged for more…was that how it was?” Lukas taunted the hero. As the boy talked the device sent more and more pleasure through Steve, just the thought of the horrible scenario he was explaining made his cock ache and he began to see the image. Him laid out, young German soldiers plunging their cocks into him over and over, him sucking on their mighty cocks as he was doing now…as revolting as the idea was the device sent nothing but pleasure and Steve found himself moaning around the boy’s giant cock, wanting more. He was horrified at the mental images, the idea of being used by so many, he was disgusted with himself but his cock throbbed and leaked, and he needed the cum so bad. “I bet you had to beg for their seed. Oh, you must have loved the taste of their cocks, Captain America, huh? You probably begged to swallow them dry, to lap up their jizz after they fucked you, didn’t you?” Lukas spoke with venom, his cock pumping in Steve’s mouth. The hero swallowed convulsively, his throat contracting around the gargantuan tool. The sensation of being taken advantage of was overwhelming, but the device ensured that Steve was drowning in pleasure. His cock throbbed, yearning for release; the need to appease the cruel doctor drove him to desperation. "Of course, you were an insatiable slut for those German soldiers," Lukas sneered, his blue eyes boring into Steve's soul. "They fucked you senseless, didn't they? " Lukas snarled, his cock pulsating with each word. "You were their plaything, their bitch, their whore." Steve remained silent, his mouth still wrapped around the boy's cock. The humiliation burned within him, but the overwhelming pleasure prevented him from protesting. The device manipulated his body, making him crave the forbidden pleasures he was experiencing. He could hear the words echoing in his mind, painting a vivid picture of his imagined existence during WWII. “Beg me to make you cum captain, tell me you worship this fat German cock as you did all those years ago!” Lukas said, pulling the hero off his cock. Steve looked at the cock and then up at the boy, his body shaking with the need to cum, “Beg me as you did to the nazis that fucked you.” Lukas demanded, his finger tracing the outline of Steve’s lips. Steve looked at the beautiful cock, imagining the hands of the young men who could have fucked him...the device making even that fantasy pleasurable. Steve fought it as long as he could but all he could see was images of himself being used…hard, smooth bodies plunging into him, all with this boy’s magnificent cock… “Please let me cum!” he blurted out, hating it the moment he said it. “Are you my good boy?” Lukas asked, holding Steve away from his cock. Without a second’s hesitation he said, “I’m a good boy, I can be your good boy! Please let me cum!” Lukas seemed pleased, “And who has the superior cock?” Steve broke down, “You do, you have the superior German cock…” Lukas grinned widely, his cock twitching with delight, “Well then make me cum captain, drink my cum and you will cum with me!” With a loud groan, Steve lunged forward, swallowing the giant cock, his mouth stretching wider and wider to accommodate its enormous girth. The hero sucked on the massive tool with all his might, his teeth scraping against the veiny surface. He could feel the cock swelling under his tongue, growing even larger and harder. With each stroke, Steve's mouth became wetter and slicker, his saliva lubricating the process. The hero's jaw ached relentlessly, yet he pushed onward, determined to bring Lukas to orgasm. Steve's tongue swirled around the bulbous head, looking to stimulate the sensitive parts of the cock. His hands gripped the base firmly, controlling the depth and speed of the deep-throating motion. Steve's passion intensified, his cock throbbing wildly against his abdomen. He could feel the tensing of the massive rod in his mouth, signaling that Lukas was nearing his peak. “I’m close slut…you’re about to drink the first of many loads from my cock…relish it captain…swallow it with pride!” Lukas cried. The hero could feel the heat radiating from the gargantuan cock, his mouth burning from the contact. His own cock ached, desperate for release, but he ignored the pain, focusing purely on bringing the younger man to climax. Steve redoubled his efforts, sucking and slurping noisily on the massive tool. His cheeks hollowed out, his eyes locked onto the swollen head. Precum flooded his mouth and he knew the boy was about to cum. Steve sucked harder, his tongue frantically licking and swirling around the massive cockhead. He desperately wanted to taste the seed that flowed from the gargantuan cock. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Steve was on the precipice of a climactic explosion himself, his cock throbbing relentlessly. "Oh God, yes," Lukas groaned, his body stiffening. "Swallow it you American whore!" Steve felt the first shot of cum hit the back of his throat and the pleasure from tasting it made his own cock explode. The two men were cumming together, Steve's seed spraying all over his abs and Lukas's cock shooting load after load into Steve's mouth. He felt the warmth of the semen in his mouth, his own cum dribbling down his cock onto his balls. He struggled to maintain composure as the thick semen filled his mouth, the texture rich and creamy. He swallowed greedily, feeling the load fill his stomach. Lukas continued to cum, spurt after spurt of cum splashing onto Steve's tongue. "Drink it," Lukas demanded, "drink it all, you fucking whore." Steve obeyed, swallowing every drop of Lukas's seed. He savored the taste, feeling the warmth and richness of the ejaculate coating his tongue and throat. Lukas began to pull his cock from Steve's mouth, the hero’s vision blurred, his mind buzzing, Steve felt the cock slip from his mouth, followed by a stream of cum pouring down his chin. He caught some of it with his hand, wiping it on his mouth, savoring the sticky warmth The cockhead glistened with saliva, and Steve gasped for breath, his face flushed. “Such a good boy,” Lukas said breathing hard, “Be my good boy and clean that German cock like the whore you are.” Steve leaned in, lapping the cum off the boys softening cock, licking the entire surface, making sure to clean the entire cock. When he was done Lukas pointed to the floor, “And your mess?” Steve looked down at the puddle of cum on the cold stone floor, his face blushing with embarrassment at how much there was. He knelt down towards the puddle, his face contorting in disgust. But the memory of the memory of the pain was still fresh in his mind, and a strange compulsion urged him to taste his own seed. He bent down and began to lap his cum off the floor like a dog. The action was degrading and humiliating, but the thought of being punished by the younger man sent shivers down his spine. He scooped up some of the sticky goo from his face with his fingers and sucking them dry. The taste was sour and salty, a stark contrast to the sweet flavor of Lukas's cum. Steve groaned softly, his body betraying the pleasure he felt despite the revulsion. Steve glanced up at Lukas, the young man's smirk reminding him of his powerlessness. Steve swallowed thickly, aware that his fate rested upon the whims of this arrogant young German. “Rest,” the boy said pointing to the cot, “You will need your strength for what comes next.” Steve nodded and collapsed onto the bed, the device pumping just enough pleasure through him to make him content and sleepy. Lukas leaned in and whispered in Steve’s ear, “Sleep, sleep and dream of those fine Nazi soldiers fucking you over and over…” Steve moaned as he drifted off, his cock hardening as he imagined himself being taken by them over and over… Lukas walked out and activated the field again…a good first start. Steve dreamt of the war. He dreamed of his first night overseas, the horrible show where the troops laughed him off the stage. He dreamed of retreating back to his tent, mortified at the reaction, wondering why he thought it would be any different. He knew in reality he would emerge to the rain, sitting under the stage sketching when Peggy found him…but in the dream that didn’t happen. Instead, as he changed out of the ridiculous costume, they had designed the tent opened and two of the men walked in. Steve tried to cover himself, “Um, changing here guys.” The first man gave him a leering grin, “Don’t cover up on account of us sweetheart…” he pulled the shirt away from him, revealing the massive pair of pecs the serum had given him. “Holy cow!” one of the other man exclaimed, “He’s got bigger titties than my girl back home!” The first man grabbed Steve’s meaty pecs, squeezing them, “He’s right, you got quite a rack here sweet tits.” Steve was revolted but the sensation of the man’s rough hands on his nipples made him moan out loud as his chest pushed forward, silently begging for more. “Oh, you like that?” the man said, pinching the erect nipples, Steve gasped as his body shook, “Oh you do…come on baby…you’re here to entertain the troops, right?” He pushed Steve down onto his cot, his hands moving over his swollen tits, kneading and pinching them causing him to writhe under the brute. “Don’t…” Steve gasped as the other man began to take the rest of the costume off, revealing that flawless body. “Shhh,” the first man said, pinching with one hand and undoing his belt with the other, “You want this slut…you know you do.” Steve shook his head as the man fished out a thick cock that was dripping precum onto his fingers, “No…not a fruit…” The man pinched his nipple again and Steve arched his back, his cock straining the thing cotton boxers he had on. It was obvious his body was enjoying it, even if his mouth wasn’t. “I dunno baby, you seem to be pretty into it.” The second man pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang free slapping up against his abs, “Jeez…look at this shit, a cock like this wasted on a pansy!” “I dunno,” the first man said, straddling Steve’s face, “It ain’t that big, look at mine.” Steve’s eyes bugled as he saw the man’s massive cock begin to lower itself towards his mouth, “Come on faggot…suck it.” Steve closed his mouth, trying to push him off when the second man grabbed his cock and stroked it, “I mean I could tear pussy up with this!” The sensation was like an explosion and Steve moaned loudly, giving the man a chance to shove his cock into his mouth. “There you go…come on you fucking fruit, suck a real man’s cock!” Steve felt his mind recoil as the man began to piston into his mouth, the taste of his precum filling his mouth…and then something changed… The sensation of the cock choking his mouth began to feel good and Steve slowly began to lick around the man’s meat…each lick sending more and more pleasure through him. “There ya go…don’t tell me you ain’t sucked a cock!” the man said, grabbing Steve’s hair and shoving him down on the cock. The pleasure filled his mind as he felt the massive cock slide over his tongue, each vein and ridge pressing down on his tongue. He objectively knew this was wrong, he wasn’t gay, he didn’t suck cock…but as he nursed on the man’s meat, lovingly sucking for each drop of precum he realized he loved it…he loved sucking the man’s cock. “Yeah, you got it, come on…make this soldier cum…” Steve’s mind was a jumble, dream logic began to twist his need to be a patriot, to serve his country and his desire for pleasure and he began to service the man out of duty. He sucked harder, grabbing the man’s hips, helping him thrust it into his mouth. “Oh fuck…he is into this!” the man cried, feeling the great Captain America try to deep throat him. “I saw your queer ass movie at the movies, you and a bunch of faggots playing war…they fuck you too?” And just like that he was back on the movie stage, on his back as his costars took turns fucking him, the harsh lights above him as the camera rolled. “Oh god fuck me!” he heard himself scream as the man’s cock plunged in and out of him. The man looked like Bucky almost… And he was back at the Stark Expo, Bucky had dragged him to a bathroom, face up against the bathroom stall as he fucked him, “You be a freak and chase away the girls then you give up your pussy Steve…you know the rules!” Steve pushed back, slamming his hips back into his friend’s cock, “Oh Buck fuck me…please…use me…” Bucky chuckled, “Just like when we were kids… And Steve was suddenly a teenager in Bucky’s bed. His bed squeaked as Bucky slammed his cock into him, “Yeah you my little slut Steve?” Steve threw his head back, “Oh god Buck…your cock!” “Shut up! You want my dad coming in?” he asked and then smiled, “Or is that what you want?” And Bucky’s dad was there suddenly, Steve sandwiched between the two of them ass both cocks stretched his hole wide, “OH FUCK!” “Fuck him pop, he loves it!” Bucky grinned. “You wanna live here slut? We can put the cushions on the floor and fuck you with your legs spread? All you gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash and give up his cunt…” “Anything Buck! I’ll be your slut…forever!” Bucky’s face melted and under it was Red Skull, grinning as he fucked Steve, “What makes you so special you American whore? What is it?” Steve writhed under the force of the fat German cock as it split him in half, “FUCK ME, OH FUCK ME HARDER!” he pleaded as he rode the Hydra leader’s cock. Red Skull pushed him off his cock and Steve fell to the floor… And landed on the stone floor of his cell. He knelt there on all fours, his cock throbbing as images of all those men fucking him began to fade him his mind. He was awake now, but the dreams felt like memories… He closed his eyes, trying to banish the thoughts but they were burned into his mind, he could swear he could still smell the sex… He got up and crawled back onto his cot, his cock was leaking profusely…he had almost cum in his sleep. Steve didn’t move, he knew he was being filmed, he refused to jerk off for Lukas. But as he laid there the device kept pumping pleasure through his body and the images kept replaying over and over… As seconds turned into minutes his traitorous dick refused to relent and his hand began creeping down his abs, before grabbing the thick shaft tightly. Steve started stroking himself off, his cock swelling in his grip. He was ashamed, but he needed relief. His hips rocked as he began to pump faster, his thumb rubbing the tip of his cock. “Holy shit, he is jerking off!” a voice called out from the other side of the field. Steve jumped up, his cock slapping his abs as he saw two young Hydra agents staring at him from the other side of the cell, mouths open in shock. He quickly dropped his hand to his side, his cock throbbing in embarrassment. "What do you want?" he growled defensively. The men quickly composed themselves, “The Master wants you, come.” The first boy turned off the field as the second led the captain out of the cell. “Come along, Captain,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “Your Master awaits.” One of the boys walked behind them, his hand moving out and caressing Steve’s smooth ass, “You have a fat American ass…” he said with a slight German accent. Steve tensed, but did not react, he knew that any sign of resistance would lead to punishment. The boy grabbed both cheeks and squeezed, the device turned itself up, making the touch incredibly enticing. Steve stifled a moan and the boy walking next to him laughed, “Look, he likes it!” he said, grabbing Steve’s leaking cock and giving it a little squeeze. Steve groaned quietly, unable to resist the sensual touch. The boy behind him moved up, pressing his body up to Steve’s naked form, “Is that true captain?” he whispered in Steve’s ear, “Am I turning you on?” his tongue licking slowly around Steve’s ear. Steve shivered involuntarily, his cock twitching in response. He could feel the device humming gently against his skin, amplifying the sensation tenfold. Every touch, every word spoken in his ear, seemed to send electric shocks straight to his balls. “You know, my father always told me, ‘Never waste an opportunity,’” the boy holding his cock said. “And here comes an opportunity knocking on our door.” With deft fingers, the boy reached down to cup Steve’s massive balls, squeezing them gently. Steve moaned loudly, unable to resist the pleasurable sensations coursing through his body. The boy released one ball, tracing a slow path down Steve’s thigh, before reaching back to grasp his hip. His movements were deliberate, purposeful, designed to torment and tease Steve mercilessly. "Oh, what a naughty American hero you are," the boy behind him murmured, his breath hot against Steve's neck. "You've been such a good boy, haven't you?" His words echoed in Steve's ears, fueling the fire burning deep within him. Steve stood rigid, his heart pounding furiously against his ribcage. He glanced at the young Hydra agents surrounding him, their hands casually molesting his naked body. The taunting smiles on their faces sent chills down Steve's spine and caused his cock to stiffen even more. The second boy grasped his cock again and Steve closed his eyes and moaned, “I’m a good boy…” he whispered, “I’m a good boy.” The boy looked at each other and smiled, the second one undid his pants, revealing another huge uncut cock, “Then prove it, be a good boy.” He took Steve’s shoulder and guided him down to his knees, Steve protested but his body responded immediately, he could smell the sweaty cock right in front of his nose. Steve paused, his lips trembling slightly as he stared at the throbbing member in front of him. His mind raced, desperately trying to pull himself together, regain control. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of leather and sweat mixed with the lingering aroma of youth and found his cock aching for release… The boy pressed his leaking cock to Steve’s sealed lips, smearing his precum across them like lipstick, “Come on…make this soldier cum…” The words from his dream came flying back to Steve and he parted his lips, taking the boy’s cock into his mouth. It tasted different than in his dreams, less salty, more bitter perhaps… But the taste excited him, excited his body, and when his lips wrapped around the cock and he sucked gently he almost screamed as a wave of pleasure pulsed through him. The device was amplifying everything, Steve's senses were on overload, he wanted to throw his head back and howl, but instead he moaned softly, his throat vibrating around the cock in his mouth. He started sucking harder, the cock sliding easily between his lips, his saliva dripping down his chin. He ran his tongue around the sensitive underside and the boy let out a soft cry, “Yes… Yes…” he whispered, gripping Steve’s hair roughly, “I have an Avenger sucking my cock!” he exclaimed to the other boy who was watching with lust in his eyes. The boy behind him knelt down and spread Steve’s perfect ass cheeks, “And I am about to lick an Avenger’s pussy!” he said before beginning to rim the hero’s virgin hole, his tongue slowly pushing into the straight legend. Steve gasped around the cock as he felt the boy’s tongue penetrate him. Again, the device made this simple sensation become a tsunami of pleasure that made him almost cum. As the boy in front of him pushed Steve’s head down on his cock, the Avenger was horrified to feel his hips push back, impaling himself on the boy’s tongue more. The three of them worked a rhythm, Steve rocking back and forth, his cock leaking precum on the floor beneath him. The cock in his mouth thrusting in and out, the tongue in his ass fluttering rapidly. The device amplified every sensation, and the hero was overwhelmed with pleasure, but it was more than that. Him on his knees, serving two Hydra agents was too much like his dreams, the memories of those imagined days flooded his brain and Steve couldn’t remember what was real and what wasn’t. He wanted them to use him, he moaned shamelessly as he let them molest him like a common whore. Steve tried to force himself to resist, but he couldn’t bring himself to break contact with either of them. He was desperate for release, and the way they were treating him was making it impossible to deny himself. The boy in front of him stopped thrusting his cock into Steve’s mouth, pulling out suddenly. Steve whimpered pathetically, his mouth hanging open, drool dripping from his lips. The boy stroked his cock three times before his load came flying out, spraying all over Steve’s handsome features. Steve gasped as the hot cum hit his face, he could taste it in his mouth as the boy continued to stroke, dumping his whole load on the hero’s face. As soon as the boy was done his hand dropped away… And Steve lunged forward, licking the last of his cum off the member, inch by inch… They both laughed, “Oh he is a cum slut!” the boy said, pushing Steve’s face away, “Get off whore! It is done…there is no more!” Steve fell back onto his own precum, his cock throbbing for relief. He needed to cum…but knew he couldn’t without serving someone…he turned to the other boy and began to open his pants. He jumped back and slapped Steve’s face, “No! Bad dog!” Steve froze, shocked. “Your Master is waiting for you slut…act like a human being!” The words were like a bucket of cold water and Steve realized what he had just tried to do. He looked down, “I-I’m sorry…I…” The boy pulled him to his feet, “Save it, you’re a slut, we get it.” They resumed leading him down the hallways, he could feel the cum drying on his face, the smell of it as it was disgusting. The device buzzed, sending a surge of pleasure through him. Steve had to remind himself to walk normally, his hips swaying as if he was drunk. “God damnit!” he cursed under his breath, wanting to grip his cock desperately. The boy behind him grabbed his arm, his grip tightening around Steve’s bicep, “Keep moving.” Steve stumbled along until he came to a pair of large wooden doors, the boys opened it revealing a familiar room, this had been Red Skull’s throne room! The large bay windows looking out across the snowcapped mountains, it felt like it was yesterday that Red Skull had fucked him here… Steve shook his head, no, that was a dream…just a dream… “How did you sleep Captain?” Lukas’ voice called out across the room, Steve turned and saw the boy casually sitting in his grandfather’s throne, “Sweet dreams?” The smile told Steve everything…all of them had been more conditioning. He had worked the images into his brain while he slept and now…now he couldn’t stop thinking about them… Or being turned on by them… “Leave him,” Lukas said to the boys, the let go of him, one of them slapping his ass before leaving. Steve stood there, naked in front of the boy, not knowing what to do. “So, Captain, are you still my good boy?” Lukas asked, his gaze wandering down Steve's hard cock. “What do you want from me?” Steve asked the boy, desperately trying to appeal to his humanity. “Want? I want you Captain, I want you to swear to me completely. I will own you in ways my grandfather never could.” Lukas declared confidently; his eyes locked with Steve's. “I can show you who you really are…deep inside.” “This isn’t who I am,” Steve said wearily. “Isn’t it? Crawl to me captain, get on all fours like a dog and crawl to me.” Steve’s jaw tightened, “No,” he said, steeling himself for the punishment. Lukas smiled, his eyes flashing, “There he is, there is the hero you pretend to be! Very well, let’s break him first!” He pushed the button and the pleasure vanished. The pain was instant, but it was so much worse than before. Every cell of his body screamed out in pain, and he collapsed to the floor, his entire world shades of agony. “The first time we did this you had the device for 24 hours, it’s been twice that now…how much worse is it?” Steve screamed, his throat raw as it felt like his skin was on fire. “It will not fade,” Lukas explained, “With normal pain one can become numb to it as the nerve endings are overworked and burnt out, this is not a sensation Captain, it is a lack of one. Your perfect nervous system now craves the pleasure only I can bring…this feeling will not lessen or get more tolerable…this will be your life from now on.” He writhed on the ground, trying to escape the torture, but it was everywhere, enveloping him completely. “Now crawl to me,” Lukas commanded, his voice ringing through the chamber. Steve clawed at the floor, his nails scratching against the polished wood. His muscles spasmed uncontrollably, his entire body shaking violently. He was drenched in sweat, his skin slick with perspiration. “Crawl to me and it all goes away,” Lukas said, sounding calm and collected. Steve tried to fight it, what little of his mind he had left tried to find the strength to move, to fight back…but every muscle, every bone, every part of him was just raw pain and he couldn’t focus past it. “Come boy,” Lukas said as if calling a dog, “Come to me…leave the pain behind…be my good boy.” The words echoed in Steve's ears, a siren call he couldn't help but respond to. The thought of crawling to this man, a former enemy, made Steve's blood boil with anger and humiliation. Yet, despite his resolve, his body betrayed him, his legs quivering as he slowly crawled to the boy, the movement lessening the pain ever so much. Like the junkie he had become Steve moved again to the boy, each inch he moved bringing the pleasure back faster and faster…until he found himself crawling like a dog towards Lukas and his throne. As he got closer, he felt his cock start to harden and knew…he had been broken. When he got to the boy’s bare feet his body was alive with pleasure again, his mind swimming with ecstasy. Lukas extended one foot, “Kiss it…kiss it and swear to me.” Steve hesitated, the urge to refuse raging through his mind. He knew if he gave in, he would truly lose everything...But then the memory of the pain came to him, a reminder of what waited should he disobey. So, with a heavy heart, he leaned forward... "Swear to me," Lukas repeated, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. Steve swallowed hard, feeling the heat of panic begin to rise within him. He couldn't bear the thought of being enslaved by someone else, forced to submit to their desires. He struggled internally, grappling with the temptation of pleasure versus the shame of surrender. In that hesitation the pleasure vanished, and Steve's nostrils flared as he strained against the overwhelming pain and yearning for release. Lukas watched him with cold amusement, knowing the torment Steve was enduring. "Kiss it," Lukas repeated, his voice icy and devoid of emotion. Steve's eyes narrowed, his resolve wavering. The relentless pain seared through him, consuming his thoughts. Steve's face contorted in agony, yet his body was drawn to the foot of Lukas, as if ensnared by an invisible chain. He groaned heavily, the sounds muffled by the carpet beneath him. Each labored breath dragged him deeper into despair. The sweet promise of bliss danced on the cusp of his consciousness, tantalizing him with its fleeting moments. "Swear to me," Lukas demanded, his voice a velvet whip striking Steve's battered spirit. Steve's resolve wavered in the tempest of torment. Steve closed his eyes and the memory of Red Skull fucking here in this room passed through his mind and in the pain…he couldn’t remember if it was real or not...and in that moment he realized he wanted to feel that again…to be fucked again and to be happy… to be free…free of the pain, free of all of it. It was easy to see the trap for what it was, but the prospect of relief was too appealing. And so, with a quiver in his voice, Steve heard himself say, "I swear to you" Lukas smiled broadly, extending his foot to allow Steve to kiss it. As Steve's lips touched the cool flesh, a surge of pleasure washed over him, drowning out the lingering remnants of pain. He kissed the foot passionately, his desire for release growing stronger with each passing second. The sensation of Lukas' toes pressing against his lips sent waves of pleasure rippling through his body. He moaned softly, his voice barely audible amidst the intense silence that filled the room. "Good boy," Lukas crooned, his voice low and soothing. "Now, are my toes all you want to suck?” Lukas asked, a devilish grin spreading across his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to Steve, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a dance that was becoming increasingly difficult to resist. Steve looked up to Lukas’ cock and felt his mouth grow dry as his cock wept for more… Steve slowly raised up from his knees and began to suck on the tip of the cock like a nursing calf. He used his hands to stroke the base of the shaft, gently massaging it as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive head. His mouth eagerly accepted the growing erection, swallowing it down his throat as far as possible. Lukas moaned, his body arching forward in pleasure. "That's it, Captain," he breathed, threading his fingers through Steve's hair. "You're such a good boy." As Steve bobbed his head enthusiastically, Lukas gripped his hair tightly, guiding him deeper on his cock. Steve's warm, wet mouth engulfed him, greedily sucking and licking every inch of his length. Steve's talented tongue expertly traced every ridge and vein, causing Lukas to moan loudly. The sensation was electrifying, and Lukas couldn't believe how skillfully Steve was performing. He knew that this was not merely a display of physical prowess, but rather, a reflection of submission and absolute devotion. "Such a willing slut..." Lukas chuckled, savoring the sight of Steve fervently sucking his cock. He reveled in the power dynamic, enjoying the knowledge that he held complete control over the legendary Captain America. "Move to the windows, so you may properly service my superior German cock. They moved to the windows and Steve curled up next to the boy and took his cock into his mouth again. He moaned shamelessly as he worked the thick cock as the boy praised him like a pet, “Such a good boy…who has a slutty mouth? Is it you? Is it Captain Amerislut?” The boy teased, pushing Steve’s head down onto his cock. Steve made a strangled noise, his throat convulsing around the intrusion. “That’s right, American whore, suck it! Show us how much you love the taste of my German cock!” Steve whimpered softly, his mouth clinging to Lukas' cock like a lifeline, desperate to bring the boy pleasure so he could get off too. As he sucked on the enormous cock, he realized dimly he had equated sucking this cock with his own pleasure, the harder he sucked, the more moans and groans he pulled from Lukas brought him the same pleasure…he was addicted to it…he had truly become a whore. “Do you like that?” Lukas asked, pulling the hero’s mouth off his cock, “Do you like serving that cock?” he asked, looking deep into Steve’s blue eyes. The hero felt the familiar shame begin to swell but the pleasure…the pure erotic sensations moved through him as he held onto the cock quickly drowned it out…he was more shocked than disappointed to find himself nodding, “Yes…sir…” he said lowering his gaze. Lukas raised the hero’s face to look at him, “Such a good boy…” and leaned in and kissed him passionately. Steve was shocked, he had never been kissed by a man before but as the German’s tongue pushed into his mouth the device amped itself up and Steve found himself moaning around the kiss, leaning into it, greedy for more. Lukas responded in kind, the two of them embracing and kissing like lovers in front of the wide panoramic windows. Steve grinded his cock against Lukas’s, the two swollen members smearing precum over each other. Lukas pulled back, Steve’s mouth still open, wanting more… “Are you ready to serve me?” Lukas asked the former hero, “Are you ready to submit?” Steve felt his heart pounding in his chest, his breath quickening as he prepared to speak. He had to admit, he was tired of suffering, tired of fighting. What difference did it make if he surrendered? At least then he could experience some semblance of happiness. Steve knew he was treading dangerously close to betraying everything he once believed in, but the pain was too great to endure any longer. In a hoarse whisper, he managed to muster the courage to answer, “Yes, I am.” Lukas grabbed Steve’s cheeks and pushed them together, “Yes what?” he growled, his eyes burning like coals. Steve squirmed uncomfortably, feeling exposed and vulnerable. “Yes sir, I am ready to submit,” Steve whispered, his voice trembling. Lukas smiled and kissed Steve again, taking the Avenger’s breath away before standing up and walking over to the throne and sitting down and draping himself across to it. He looked at Steve, “Come boy…crawl to me!” Steve crawled on his hands and knees, the sound of his cock slapping against his abs echoing in the empty room. As he reached the bottom step, he prostrated himself at Lukas' feet, trembling with anticipation. Lukas leaned down and ran his fingertips along Steve's cheek, tracing the contours of his chiseled jawline. "Look at me, Captain," he murmured, his voice teasingly soft. Steve lifted his gaze, meeting Lukas' piercing eyes. There was something unsettlingly hypnotic about those deep pools of darkness. Steve looked up and found pleasure in that gaze…his cock throbbed as he looked at his new master…and realized it wasn’t all the device…he had been tamed…this boy owned him now. “Climb up onto my lap, you will ride my cock here on my grandfather’s throne…swearing allegiance to this superior German cock.” Lukas ordered, his tone firm and commanding. Steve swallowed nervously, his heart racing. He hesitated briefly before starting to climb up the steps, his movements awkward and uncertain. As he ascended, Steve glanced out the window, the sun peeking through the clouds casting shadows that danced on the walls of the castle. He tried to remember the last time he was here, so many years ago but all he could recall was the way Red Skull fucked him at those windows as he begged the Nazi to make him cum. He turned back to Lukas and saw the same cock on the boy and realized…he wanted this. He needed this…he ached for the touch of the German boy, the kiss of his mouth, the embrace of his arms. The lustful hunger grew stronger within him, and he mounted Lukas without hesitation. As he sat on the edge of the throne, Steve grasped the German's massive cock, positioning it at his entrance. He inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of Lukas' arousal mingling with the air. Steve guided the cockhead towards his slick asshole, his heart thumping wildly in anticipation. "Relax," Lukas whispered soothingly, his hand resting on Steve's hip. "Let me guide you." Steve nodded, surrendering to the moment. Lukas positioned himself underneath Steve, their bodies aligning perfectly. He wrapped his arms around Steve's waist, holding him steady. Steve, breathing heavily, rested his palms on Lukas' shoulders as he carefully inched backwards, allowing the head of the cock to penetrate his entrance. As the first inch slid in, Steve gasped, his hips jerking instinctively. “Take it,” Lukas snapped, “Take the whole thing you slut…” Steve whimpered as he felt the cock stretch his hole deliciously. The device hummed, turning the blinding pain into a pleasure unto itself, sending more and more happy into Steve’s brain. Steve began thrusting back and forth, pushing the massive cock deeper and deeper inside his ass. Steve groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he impaled himself on the monstrous phallus. The incredibly sensitive nerves surrounding his prostate were firing nonstop, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Steve cried out, his voice echoing through the castle. "Harder," Steve pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. Lukas obliged, grabbing Steve's hips and pulling him closer. Steve cried out, his voice echoing through the castle. He thrust upward, impaling Steve on his cock even deeper. Steve's moans became louder, the intensity rising with each thrust. The hero couldn't believe how good it felt to surrender himself to the sensation. "Oh God, yes. Faster, fuck me harder!" Steve screamed, his voice reaching fever pitch. Lukas obeyed, driving his cock deeper into Steve's tight, wet hole. Steve arched his back, his hands digging into Lukas' muscular shoulders. The rhythm of their thrusts built momentum, each stroke sending electric sparks coursing through Steve's body. The scent of sweat and arousal permeated the air, fueling their passionate exchange. "Harder," Steve panted, his voice husky with need. Lukas responded with renewed vigor, slamming his cock deep inside Steve's hungry ass. Their bodies collided, creating a symphony of grunts and moans that filled the chamber. “You like that whore? You like that German cock fucking you?” Lukas asked, watching the hero ride his cock as if his life depended on it. Steve's moans and screams grew louder, his voice echoing throughout the castle. "Yes, oh God, FUCK ME HARDER!" He begged, his hands gripping Lukas' shoulders tightly. Lukas grinned wickedly, his grip on Steve's hips tightening. The German's cock relentlessly pumped in and out of Steve's tight ass, filling him with an overwhelming sense of pleasure. Steve felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he continued to ride Lukas' cock desperately. He didn't care about anything anymore, only that he was getting fucked. The words "Fukker" and "Nazi Slut" were branded into his mind, as he let go of all his inhibitions, embracing his new role as Lukas' submissive toy. "Do you want to cum? Does my fuck dog want to cum?" Lukas asked as Steve slammed his ass back onto his cock. Steve nodded, “Please…I’m a good boy…” he sobbed, fucking himself harder on the boy’s cock. “Then hail Hydra…as you fuck yourself on my cock pledge allegiance to me with our battle cry!” Lukas commanded, his eyes glittering with triumph. Steve’s mind froze, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it, the moment he had dreaded—surrendering, not just his body, but his soul. He knew that there was no going back, that he would forever be marked with the stain of betrayal. "Hail Hydra," Steve finally screamed, forcing the boy’s massive cock into his hole, his voice choked with emotion. "Hail Hydra…" he repeated grabbing his cock and stroking himself. Lukas roared with laughter, his voice echoing through the cavernous stone chamber. He gripped Steve's hips firmly, thrusting his thick cock into the hero's waiting ass with renewed force. Steve's body trembled and shook, his muscles straining under the intensity of the brutal fucking. The scent of sweat and arousal hung thick in the air, fueling the fiery passion between the two men. "Yes yes," Steve moaned, his voice hoarse and strained. "Fuck me, Master. Fuck me harder." Lukas grinned wickedly, his eyes glittering with triumph. Lukas took Steve’s cock in his hand and stroked it while Steve fucked himself harder, “Raise your hand Captain…give me the Hydra salute as you cum!” Steve, lost in the haze of glorious depravity, threw his arm high in the air and shouted, “HAIL HYDRA!” Lukas laughed, pumping Steve’s cock faster, “Cum for me, Captain America! Cum for me!” Steve began to pant, his orgasm rapidly approaching. His cock twitched in Lukas' hand as he began to cum…his muscled body shaking as he kept screaming… “HASIL HYDRA…OH FUCK ME HYDRA…” Steve sobbed as his cock shot the biggest load of his load everywhere. Lukas, satisfied with seeing Steve reduced to a whimpering mess, released his cock and allowed Steve to fall to the floor. The cold stone was harsh against Steve's skin, as the fog of orgasm dissipated from his mind. His heart raced, his breaths coming in shallow gasps, as he struggled to come to terms with what he had done. Steve lay there, staring listlessly at the damp stains on the floor, his cock still hard and throbbing with residual arousal. “Your bed is over there,” Lukas said, pointing to a large pillow, resembling a dog bed, “There is food and water there, rest, I will call for you if I want you.” Steve looked over and saw two bowls on the ground…they each had his star symbol on them. Knowing he had no choice he crawled towards them, cum dripping out of his ass as he went. He leaned down and began to lap the water…realizing he had become exactly what Lukas had called him. A fuck dog. One Month Later “They released another one,” Natasha said, running into Fury’s office. “Motherfuckers,” he muttered under his breath as he turned on a monitor. Captain America was impaled on a cock while other Hydra agents surrounded him. The hero was obvious willing as he took each cock into his mouth as he slammed himself down on the goon’s cock. Fury turned it off, “How many people have seen this?” “We got it off of Pornhub! They released it across the world, we’re erasing copies but as soon as one is gone two more pop up. It’s out there.” Fury slammed his fist down on his desk, “Are we anywhere on how they got him?” She shook her head, “He just didn’t show up one day, no note, nothing. Next thing we know…we start getting those.” “We need to find him.” He said and Natasha paused, and he looked at her, “Well don’t get shy on me now.” “With all due respect director, but you saw the look on his face, are we sure he wants to be found?” Fury said nothing, pretty much agreeing with her. “I’ll let you know if we find something.” He nodded as she walked out, Clint was waiting there for her, “How did he take it?” “How do you think? Any word from Tony?” “He’s looking but whoever is running Hydra now is clever, no big threats or speeches, just random Cap porn. He’s killing morale.” “We’ll find him,” she said, “I’m going to go kick a few doors and see if I can find something, you coming?” Clint shook his head, “Can’t’,” he held up a card, “Got my yearly physical today.” “Have fun,” she said walking out of the building. “Right,” he said to himself, “Who has fun at a physical?”

Ollie looked up to Mark as he was a lot closer to Ollies age and they soon hit it off and were regular fuck buddies. Mark was heavy into the leather scene and heavy into drugs and wanted Ollie to join him. Ollie was by far the youngest and much to Ollies Dads annoyance Ollie shaved his head had tatts but also got heavily into drugs. Both Stan and Louis warned Ollie about Mark but Ollie was infatuated by Mark and wanted to be him. " Dont listen to them they are old farts " Mark told him. Ollie loved chemsex parties and was taking raw cock from anybody who cared to fuck him. Mark was delighted to see how Ollie was developing he encouraged him to be more and more adventurous and when once on ketamine Ollie was so relaxed that Mark showed him how to take fist. Mark was so into risky sex that he started to take Ollie cottaging and cruising and just loved to see Ollie while high as a kite being fucked by anon guys. It was about 3 months since the dungeon fuck session and after taking many anon loads Ollie fell ill he discovered that he had HIV. Mark was delighted. The clinic provided Ollie with meds but Mark who was already poz and not on meds talked him out of it. Meds are for wimps Mark told him so Ollie stopped taking them. " Ollie you got it from someone so gift it " . Ollie was getting more and more cocky and sexually driven and one weekend when his Dad was away for the weekend Ollie hosted a leather party. Drugs were everywhere and Ollie by this time was having to be regularly fixed which Mark saw to. Ollie was so spaced out , he knew he was poz so no longer gave a toss. He only told of his status if asked, Mark was telling guys that Ollie was negative. Much to his Dads concern he noticed that Ollie was smoking far more but also either seemed high or sleepy. He talked to Ollie about it but Ollie assured him he wasnt taking anything and that he was fine. The party at Ollies which Mark had encouraged was full of about 20 guys in leather a whoop went up as Ollie at 18 who had been snorting coke allowed Mark to tie a rubber strap around Ollies arm and slowly inject him. Ollie felt the rush and then totally relaxed allowed several guys to unload in him. He just wanted his ass to be pummeled " fuck me fuck ,me " he shouted . Soon cigarette butts started to be trodden into the carpet powder spilled onto tables and cabinets The drug material was on open display. Guys were fucking each other and then Ollie. Two young guys who said they were negative told Ollie that they didnt take prep because they only fucked with condoms but were soon fucking or taking cock raw. " Yea the only way is raw " Mark told them. Mark loved the depravity of it and loved that he had converted young Ollie into his thinking. Now Ollies ass had been heavily used Mark inserted a large dildo into it. Then proceeded to fist him. Ollies eyes rolled but he loved it. Soon he was taking more cock . At about midnight with the party in full swing his Dad walked in to the sight of 20 guys in leather fucking each other and with Ollie laid on his back with Mark punching his hole while Ollie was shouting " yea harder harder ".

A few weeks back I bred this cute young skinny shirtless blonde guy out on the trail near me and we’d swapped digits after. He’s texted me pretty regular to hook up and I finally got to take his loads too. He’s admitted he gets overexcited getting fucked and cums too quickly so I’ve learned to have him breed me first. He messaged me this morning saying to meet me on the trail as he couldn’t host but wanted it. We started out kissing and stroking each other’s cocks and he begged me to fuck him, was very verbal about how bad he wanted it. I really wanted his load bad, but slid his shorts down, turned his ass to me and did the spit and stick in his hole raw. His ass had already been loaded and I slid in with ease. “You already been fucked?” I asked. He admitted another guy on the trail had bred him and pumped two loads in him. I love that he’s turning into a dirty little slut taking anon loads on the trail no questions. I asked if he’d swapped digits with the guy and what he looked like. He said he did and that it was a redheaded guy on a bike in his 20s. I know the guy and I’ve swapped loads with him. “Yeah, bet you loved taking his loads didn’t you?” The kid was moaning saying that he did, that he begged for his cum. “Bet you’re gonna take him again like you did me, aren’t?” The kid was enthusiastic saying the redhead had a nice big cock and knew how to fuck. “Bet you’re taking a lot of loads aren’t you?” He admitted he was and pretty much spent most of the day hooking up with guys. “Guessing you’re going to find another guy after me to add his load too aren’t you?” The kid was now panting say he planned too and let out a loud groan and I could feel his hole clench around my cock. It felt amazing and I bust my load deep in his guts, adding mine to the redhead’s sperm, all swimming around now in the kid’s ass. I pulled out and was again amazed at the load he spurted. As much as I wanted that in me I knew I’d get it again sometime this week and it’s hot to know he’s getting bred by other guys too. I rinsed my dick off in the water fountain and could see he was checking messages on Sniffies, so clearly he was serious about taking more loads. He said he’d text me again and headed off on the trail on his phone.

Bit late posting this, but I still remember it well. I was at the sauna a couple of weeks ago. It was a Sunday, which is generally the most popular day, but recently I've been finding it a bit hit and miss. I thought it was the same this particular day, but I was in for a change of luck. I walked into the darkroom and noticed a tall well built guy standing against the wall (there was enough light to tell he was sexy). I didn't fancy my chances, but I made a move to suck him and he let me. It was a lovely big meaty cock. I stood up and quietly asked if he liked to fuck. He said he did, so I had another quick suck, then bent over the bench next to him, hoping he wouldn't just walk away. Again, I was in luck and in he went. It was a seriously good fuck and he seemed to be enjoying it. Even better - I could hear his breathing get heavier and then he shot a massive load deep inside my hole. I was still bent over, catching my breath, then all of a sudden another guy slid in and started to fuck me. It was then I realised a bit of a crowd formed. This guy fucked me for a while, pulled out without loading me, but kept his hand on my back, holding me still for another guy who was apparently waiting to fuck and load me. While this was happening there was another sexy regular sitting on the bench next to me. I briefly played with his cock, which I managed to get in me for a nice long fuck after that. I figured I'd had enough, but I was greedy for more. It was time to go home, but I thought I'd give the glory holes another go (they were so-so that day). I didn't have to wait long for another thick hard cock to slide through the hole into my arse. It was a pretty intense fuck but, by that stage, I was well open and had no problem taking it. Again, I was in luck, with a massive load being dumped inside me. It was a good day after all.

@kitpig Oh, it will definitely become important pretty soon. @nymidtowneast I try not to... @Medwaym That's the goal 😛 Work is progressing well on a secret side project I'm working on. Hopefully we will hit a post soon to be able to post. Working also on some other things on the side, and plan on trying to keep a few chapters written ahead on this story so it can be updated each week on Friday. -------------------------------------------------------------- Lesson 11- Influence: The Psychology of Persuasion We sat in silence for a few minutes as Greg drove the car to our next destination, the sound of music playing softly providing the only noise as we drove. My ass throbbed, aching at the continued onslaught of the day as Greg slowly rubbed my leg and I watched the buildings passing by. Finally, Greg spoke, turning my attention to him. “You made me very proud today, boy,” he said, smiling at me and I exhaustedly smiled back, “I know Jason really put you to the test today, and you passed with flying colors.” I nodded, the soft sounds of the car slowly causing me to feel how tired I was. “Thank you sir,” I said, trying to fight back a yawn. “Getting tired already?” He asked, his hand now drifting up to my neck and slowly stroking the same spot as before, eliciting a happy and tired groan from me. “Yeah, just a little,” I said, closing my eyes as he continued to stroke that spot, “Did we need to go anywhere else? I just need some coffee and I’ll be ready, sir.” “No, boy,” he said warmly, “Just relax back and I’ll wake you up in a bit.” I nodded again, letting my head rest back. I didn’t notice that I had drifted asleep until I felt Greg slowly begin to wake me up, causing me to open my eyes with a small start. Looking around, I quickly realized the car was now off and sitting in the two men’s garage. “Come on, time to get up,” Greg said, undoing my seatbelt, “Go upstairs and take a bit of a nap so you’re a bit more refreshed for Daddy Mike when he gets home.” I let out a sleepy nod, before getting myself out of the car and walking into the house, before climbing the stairs and flopping on the massive bed, drifting easily back to sleep. Sleepily I felt a weight on the bed a short while after as my pants were pulled down slightly, and what had to be Greg’s cock slid in deep. Unable to open my eyes, I felt as he slowly rubbed my shoulders, pistoning gently in my ass. I slowly began to stir, reaching back and feeling his solid chest. “Shhh…. Go back to sleep boy, daddy’s just adding some lube for later,” he whispered, slowly rubbing his hands on my back as he slowly fucked me. I nodded sleepily, letting my body relax as he went to work on my ass, feeling myself drifting off as exhaustion slowly took hold of me again. He must have fucked my ass for a few minutes before he grunted, a warm feeling flooding my insides. “God you are so beautiful,” he said, making me feel warm and happy at the words as I sleepily laid there, “Just let that gift marinate in you while you sleep. You did such a good job today. Go back to sleep now.” It must have been a few hours later when I woke up again, feeling as someone new slowly crawled onto the bed and began to gently pull my pants down again. Two large hands slowly began to massage my asscheeks, causing me to happily relax my legs apart. “Fuck that is one sexy hole,” Mike’s voice whispered, as one of his fingers slowly massaged the ring of my hole, “You want daddy’s load in there too?” Quietly, I spread my legs further, pushing my ass up. Slowly, I felt the tape from the paper on my ass get peeled off, followed by the feeling of the covering being pulled off. “That turned out real nice,” Mike said, slowly dipping down and kissing my neck, “Daddy Greg said you passed the test today with Jason. You have no idea how happy that made me to hear. You even got Jason to shoot a big load for us to use.” I nodded sluggishly, still slightly sleepy as I sighed, shifting my ass up a little higher to meet Mike’s groin as he somehow found the exact same spot on my neck as Greg. “He also said you have a sweet spot there,” Mike whispered, his breath tickling my neck as he spot, making me shiver slightly, “Why don’t you tell daddy what you want… he might just give it to you.” “Please breed me, sir,” I groaned into the mattress, my hips levitating off the bed as I felt Mike reach around and slowly reach under my shirt and peel the covering and tape on my lower stomach. “Yeah, growing boy like you needs a refill of dirty spunk, don’t you,” Mike asked, as I felt him sit up, hearing the sound of his zipper going down and the sound of his pants shuffling down, “Would you like that? Daddy to fill you up with his special cream as a treat for being such a good pig boy?” I nodded, my head pressed down into the comforter as I felt his large dick slowly begin to press into my ass. A warm liquid dripped down onto my ass, kept in place by the head of Mike’s cock threatening to breach my insides. I let out a soft groan as I felt the large cock slowly push into my well fucked ass, the liquid just barely lubricating it as he firmly slid deep inside me. “So warm and soft,” Mike said, as he slowly began to fuck my ass, “Like it was made to take my dick and loads. Tell daddy what you want.” “Please breed me, sir,” I moaned, waking up more as the sensation of Mike fucking me woke me up more. “Daddy’s going to go nice and slow on this spit fuck. I want to enjoy this beautiful pig hole,” Mike said, draping his larger body over mine as he began to kiss and lick the sensitive spot on my neck. The sensation caused me to involuntarily clamp down, my hole feeling tight as I began to feel hornier and hornier. “Fuck yeah, son, grip the dick that’s going to help remake you,” Mike whispered, fucking my ass a little harder, pushing in deeply with each stroke. We laid there in silence as Mike continued to slowly work, his strokes slow and hard, as my ass continued to grip tightly onto him. “Getting close boy,” Mike groaned after a while, “What do you want me to do?” “Feed my ass, daddy. Please breed me with your toxic load,” I said again, moaning as the large cock slid across my prostate, “I want infected.” “Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna give you every drop. Fill you up with his tainted load, “ he said, pressing his groin hard against my ass, “I can’t wait until you have my bug in you.You want our virus to be the one to change you, don’t you?” I nodded breathlessly, turned on as he spoke. “You have no idea how happy it will make us when you finally get knocked up,” he groaned, “Knowing our seed is the one to change you and free you. Make you into the perfect cum whore.” “I want it so bad,” I moaned into the mattress, my ass quivering uncontrollably all of the sudden, “Please poz me. Please.” My ass suddenly felt soaking wet, making me at first think Mike had already shot in me. “Fuck boy,” Mike said, his voice shuddering as he began pumping my ass harder, “That beautiful ass of yours is cumming around my toxic dick. Getting so fucking wet. Fucking drooling knowing its going to get what it needs. Isn't that right?” I could only let out a chocked sob as my ass continued its involuntary quaking, making my toes curl and my legs feel weak. My entire lower abdomen almost felt like it was cramping, spasming repeatedly. “Here it comes boy, time for you to take a big dose of the bug,” Mike groaned, suddenly picking up pace to a near frenzy, “Hhhoooooh fuck…..” I felt as Mike began to squirt deep inside me, my ass feeling impossibly wet, his cock shoved as deep as it could go and he held me tightly in place. “Oh my god,” Mike said breathlessly, his hips bucking occasionally as his orgasm subsided. Gently, he rolled us both onto our sides. My legs felt like rubber as I finally stopped shaking and quivering. Slowly he brushed his hand through my hair as he lazily kissed my neck. After a few minutes, I felt his cock deflate and he pulled out with a soft plop. “Absolutely beautiful,” Mike said softly, his hand now slowly rubbing up and down my stomach as I slowly came down off the high of our fucking. I felt a slight blush on my cheeks as he spoke, unable to think of a decent reply. Finally, he let out a sigh before getting up. “Come on sweet boy… Time to go down and eat some dinner,” Mike said, walking into the bathroom before coming back out with a hand towel, “Clean up and come downstairs when you're ready.” I nodded, and grabbed the towel, watching as he walked out of the room, leaving me to clean myself up. Bringing the towel to my ass, I noticed the massive amount of wetness. After a while, I felt clean enough and pulled my pants up, bringing the towel with me, unsure where to put it. I was greeted by the sight of Mike and Greg in the kitchen, chatting. Both of them turned the attention to me. “Sleeping beauty awakens,” Greg said smiling, nodding to the plate on the counter, a portion of what looked like pasta sitting on it. Coming over, Mike grabbed the towel from me and giving me a tender kiss. He walked off into the house as I sat down at the counter. “Daddy Mike was just telling me he made your ass cum around his dick,” Greg said, taking a drink from his glass as he leaned back, watching as I sat in front of the meal, “Words can’t describe how jealous I am to have missed that.” I blushed and looked down at the plate, feeling embarrassed at his words. “Boy literally was flooding his own ass. Felt absolutely amazing,” Mike said, having returned. “Go ahead, eat up,” Greg said, gesturing again at the plate. I sat in silence, slowly eating as the two began to talk. “So, you might be wondering what the tattoo on your ass was for,” Greg began, taking a sip of his drink, “It’s a QR code. Links up to a special website of sorts.” I nodded, relishing the food as began eating it quicker. I was surprised how hungry I was. “Friend of ours is a genius when it comes to coding and site building,” Mike explained, pulling out his phone and unlocking it, “So we called in a favor and had him make a special webpage just for you. You’re one of the first boys to test out his new app.” I nearly spit out the food as I looked at the screen of Mike’s phone, seeing several thumbnails of me, the newest of which was of me and Ben in the cigar lounge. “We’ve made sure your face is blurred out, so don’t worry,” Greg said, leaning over the counter and scrolling along the page, “The plan is to make it so guys can post their videos of you, and make it so they can request to dump a load in you.” Greg pointed to the screen as he continued speaking. “If we allow a person to cum in you, it will automatically text you and let you know we approve. That way you don’t have to worry about breaking the rules when you get the need for a load in you,” Mike said, “The videos are to show you are our pig and to showcase how talented you are.” I sat there, speechless, the food in front of me forgotten in the moment. “We both want you to become a true cum pig, and we can’t be around all day to flood that sexy hole of yours,” Mike continued to explain, “If a guy isn’t allowed to cum in you, he’ll get a text explaining why and what we have planned.” “We want it to be a surprise for you, so no being naughty and asking,” Greg said, smiling, “We still plan on giving you our loads all the time, but we also want to see you grow as a pig.” “I…. Uh….” I replied, unsure how I felt about it. “You don’t have to if you don’t want,” Greg said, reaching across the counter and rubbing his hand on mine as he spoke, “But know that it will make both of us happy seeing you going out and collecting loads for what we have planned. And we might have to give you a treat if you make our friends happy. Especially if you come over preloaded when its time to play.” I nodded slowly, still feeling unsure. “I guess that would be kind of hot,” I said, “I mean… I’d rather it be you guys to infect me… but if this what you want… I guess its ok if you guys want someone else to…” “Oh, pig, don’t worry,” Mike said, smiling, “The only people we’re allowing the pleasure of breeding you are ones we know carry our strain. So don’t worry about that. We have every plan into making you ours. But we also want you to grow your need for cum and cock.” I nodded, feeling a little better. “And if you don’t like it, like everything else, you can stop,” Greg said, “Our friend is trying to develop this into a new app, so he said he’s happy to pay you for your time and energy.” “I mean… I can… I guess,” I replied, still a bit unsure at how I felt, “Um… if I say no or stop, are you guys going to stop seeing me?” “Boy, don’t worry,” Mike said, walking around the counter and giving me a hug, “This won’t have any bearing on what we do with you. This is just to make things easier for a growing pig like you. If you don’t want to, you truly don’t have to. Think of this as another way to please us.” “OK, I’ll give it a try then,” I said, relaxing at his words, “As long as you guys want me to.” “The guys on the app will be able to submit a recording of what they do, so we don’t miss out,” Greg said, nodding at me to continue eating. “If we’re being honest,” Mike continued, gripping my shoulder as I ate, “We kind of want to make a certain couple of friends of ours jealous. You’d be doing us a favor by showing them how much hotter of a boy you are for us than theirs.” “Ok, as long as it makes you both happy,” I said, smiling. “Very. Now eat up so you can get home,” Mike said, kissing the top of my head, “As much as we both would like to fuck you all night long, we kind of have plans this weekend and have to pack.” With that, I ate my food, looking at my phone when it dinged and a link from Greg popped up. “Take a look at that when you get home,” Greg said, smiling at me, “See what there is on there tonight and we’ll text you when we get back in town.” Within a short amount of time, I was finished with the meal, and Mike and Greg walked me to the door. Handing me the large bag from the cigar lounge, Greg gave me a deep kiss. Mike came behind me and slowly kissed my neck, his groin rubbing on my ass. “Fuck its going to suck not being able to pound this hot ass,” Mike said, groaning into my neck. “Hey, I wanted to cancel, and you said we couldn’t,” Greg said, breaking apart from our kiss. “Yeah…. Yeah… I know…” Mike said, slowly releasing me from the embrace and playfully smacking my ass, “Go ahead and get home, boy. Before we get too tempted to keep you here.” I smiled, and walked out the now open door, giving the couple a small wave as I walked out into the slowly fading light of the evening. Walking back home, I couldn’t help but grin at the amount of fun I had that day. I entered the door, the sound of the tv playing in the background and what was likely my mother cleaning dishes. I poked my head in and saw my dad sitting on the couch, watching the news and he typed away on his laptop. “Hey, I’m home,” I said, looking over at the tv as some news story about a genetics lab played on the screen, with something about the military on site, “I already ate, so I’m going to head upstairs.” “Had fun?” He asked, not looking up as my mom came up next to me, giving me a slight hug before sitting down next to him. “Yeah, just going upstairs,” I said, smiling. “Don’t forget to take out the trash,” he said, looking up briefly at me. “Yeah, I’ll get it in a second, just have to put my stuff upstairs,” I said, motioning at the bag I had in my hand, “Might go for a jog after, if that’s ok?” “Sure thing sweetheart,” my mother replied, turning her attention to me, “Don’t forget we have a family dinner tomorrow. Your sister and her fiancé are coming over, so make sure you're here, ok?” “Ugh… mom… please don’t make me,” I groaned, remembering vividly the last family dinner, complete with my sister having a full meltdown, “Jen has become a real shit to be around.” “Language,” my dad said, looking at me above his reading glasses. “You know she’s just stressed with the wedding coming up,” my mom said, trying to explain, “She’ll be back to herself once it's all done.” “Fine… but I’m out of here the second she goes nuts,” I said, rolling my eyes, “Which we all know will happen.” With that said, I slowly climbed up the stairs, before entering my room, setting the bag down and unceremoniously flopping down. Slowly I began to unload the bag, finding a place in my closet for the humidor and pipes, before discovering a small handful of condoms in the bottom and a couple of small brown glass bottles. Last a few plugs of trying sizes from small to obscenely large. I recognized one of the smaller ones as the toy that was in my ass earlier. I guess they were serious about collecting loads, I thought to myself as I put a few in my pocket. Looking in the corner of my closet I noticed the small mini-fridge I had stowed away deep in the corner, not being able to fit it in my dorm room the pervious semester. That will come in handy for storing them, I mused, fussing around with the back and locating the power cable in the dark space. Grabbing it, I hefted the small fridge up and carried it out, looking around and deciding on putting it on the far side of my bed, conveniently hidden from the doorway. Crawling under my bed, I finally was able to plug it in, a soft hum emanating from it as it kicked on. With a satisfied huff, I sat back down, wiping a few beads of sweat from all the exertion. Next, I pulled out the brown bottles, examining a few. The various bright labels and bold lettering immediately tipped me off to them being poppers, each a different brand. Thinking back to when I had used them in the basement with Greg and Mike, I stowed them away in the small fridge, turning the small dial to its highest cooling setting, keeping one out for myself. After a few minutes, I grabbed a cigar from the closet, making quick work on popping it over the small trash bin next to my desk and cutting the tip in preparation. I then reached over to pocket my headphones before walking downstairs. Tugging the trash bin down our driveway, I began to walk the long way around to the park. As I walked past the two men’s home, I noticed the dark windows, telling me that they had likely already left. Curiosity finally got me, and I decided to pull out my phone and click on the link. My phone quickly loaded the site, as a logo at the top proudly said “pigloadr.” A brief description was written below which I decided to skim, as well as what looked like a few reviews. 19 yr old pig looking to get whored out by two proud dad owners. Selective breeding currently, but willing to take leftovers home for later use. Please send requests for breeding before dumping inside. Pig WILL be punished if he lets you cum without permission. Smoking is a plus, and owners ask that the pig be encouraged to do so. Pig likes verbal breeding and is into ws. Video submissions will be compensated. Pig is very friendly and loves domination. ***** - would breed again, pig has a very twisted mind and loves swapping smoke. - B **** - Amazing ass, downrated cause I couldn’t breed. Will add star when I get to add mine. - J ***** - Hole is amazing. Loves taking our dirty loads. - G I could easily guess who each review was from, causing me to smile and let out a small laugh. Apparently, this had been planned for a while from my guess. Several videos appeared below, which I quickly recognized to be me in several different locations. I quickly looked around before reaching into my pocket and pulling out my headphones, putting them in and clicking play. My walk went quick as I watched the video of me in the cigar lounge, feeling myself get hard in the cage as I watched myself getting fucked hard by Ben, my face blurred as you could just barely make out the shape of the cigar in my mouth, puffing away. I had to admit it was a really hot scene as it finished, looking up and finding myself at the entrance to the park Slowly, the streetlights now started to flicker to life as twilight set in. Scrolling down to see what other videos there were, I noticed a button that said “offline.” Looking around, I decided to try out the button, tapping it as it instantly switched to “online” and gave a GPS pin on a map, showing a generic point over the park I was currently at. Seeing nobody around, I decided to pull out the cigar and quickly lit it, relishing the feeling as the thick smoke flooded my lungs. “Might as well try it out,” I said to myself before I slowly began to walk into the park.

I tend to notice guys with thick thighs and big behinds because that makes me think that they have the muscles to give my fuckhole a proper pounding. I also love rimming my tops before they breed me so big booties are my preference.

Hey , Edinburgh based , masculine discreet single dad. Very VERY Open MINDED ...open to ideas... 39 year old 10st7 beard ,hair and 8 uncut

In the eternal words of Lemmy - "Everybody's born and everybody dies. Some of us should have died a long time ago. But we didn't, we're still here."

🪠, this was my first butt toy, suction it to the side of the tub and ride skinny and deep😵

Well, i have one like that, as you can see in the pic of my pierced meat, but haven’t fucked with it 😉 i’m a 99% bottom, although i would like to experiment with my PA, and even try how it feels as a top once 🙂

I didn't realize how late it had gotten with Ryan and Drew, and realizing it was after midnight I simply pulled the covers up and drifted off, my ass and cock still a mess, and now my bed as well. But I didn't care, the orgasmic bliss that I was in just gently led me into the dream world. The next two days flew by as the weekend arrived, and I was awoken early Saturday morning by the chime of my phone. I had a message from a profile that, despite the lack of a head, I could tell had to be Drew. Tagging him as a buddy, I responded to his message and found he was crashing at Ryan's and wondered if he could come over for some morning action. My libido was apparently back in overdrive and I told him to head over when he was ready. As I prepared for his arrival, I worked a decent width dildo up my ass to try and prepare myself for my hole being stretched wide. I also grabbed my set of sounds and gently probed my cock with a few different sizes while gently stroking. Another message from Drew informed me he was just 10 minutes out, so I pushed the dildo out with a plop and put my sounds away. I hopped in the shower and rinsed off, and decided to let loose a stream of piss as I emptied my bladder. It burned a bit as I pissed, and I chided myself for apparently not having used enough lube on the sounds. Shaking the last few drops away I soaped up quickly, rinsed off, and had just finished toweling when I heard the knock at my door. I didn't even bother to dress, and as I swung the door open Drew charged in and took me in a fierce embrace. I hadn't expected that, and as he pushed the door shut behind him, he broke off the kiss and stepped back to undress. I took in the view as he shucked his jacket and sweats--apparently all he had bothered to throw on. I admired his firm chest and body, and his shaggy brown hair with a light scruff drove me wild. His green eyes pierced deep into mine as he stood, his uncut meat already rising and a strand of milkish-colored precum dangling. He never broke eye contact as he approached me, and kissed me again. We stood there, just inside my door, our lips locked for almost five minutes just savoring each other's mouth. Drew pulled back and once again locking eyes on me said, "fuck man, as good as I remember you looking," with a devilish grin. He reached out and, placing one hand on each shoulder, turned me around and leaned me forward. He used his legs to spread mine apart slightly and I felt him guide the tip of his cock to my hole. He had been leaking his precum a good bit during our make out session, and I felt my hole become instantly slick. He spit twice into his hand and I felt him reach down and slather it on his cock as he began to push his head into me. The foreskin of his cock slid back, allowing his head to penetrate me relatively easily, but his shaft had become solid and inflexibly rigid. Despite my earlier work with the dildo I clearly had not opened up enough, but Drew kept pushing and it started to hurt as I felt my hole begin to stretch beyond its comfort zone. He paused for a second and I felt him flex his cock inside my hole as he spit into his hand again. Withdrawing just so slightly and adding that to his cock, he resumed his pushing and I felt my ass being to cry out as this intruder kept up its relentless assault. Drew wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against him as he thrust his hips forward. I felt my hole tear as he slid fully into me, his thickness breaching my outer ring and the entirety of his spit-lubed cock sliding in on one go. I cried out as his hand quickly muffled me, closing over my mouth. "Shhh," he whispered in my ear, "I needed to get in you fast because I don't have a lot of time, and I plan to cum more than once before I have to get back." He began a serious assault on my ass and I felt like a ragdoll that would be tossed aside if not for the bear hug he had me in. He had an otter's chest of hair, and I could feel the friction of it on my back as he pummeled my ass chute. It wasn't 10 minutes in and I felt his cock thicken and he shoved his arrowhead in past my second ring and erupted. He cried out in what seemed like pain. "Oh fuck! Argh! Ah! Fuck! God that fucking burns! Shit! Ah!" He slowed momentarily as I felt his chest heaving. As his breathing slowed down a little he began long-dicking my hole, which was now taking his girth with ease given it had been pummeled and lubricated from within. I was panting a bit myself, and as he began thrusting forward forcefully with each long withdrawal, I took my own uncut piece in my hand and began stroking myself. We got into a rhythm as he long dicked me, slamming back into my ass as his balls swung forward and hit mine. He pushed my back forward and my head dropped so I was bent over. I continued to stroke my own cock, feeling the burning sensation in my piss tube that I knew would grow when I came myself. Drew began to pick up the pace, really slamming my ass hard as each time he nearly withdrew completely. My hole had opened so willingly for him now that he could pretty much pull the tip out and go right back in. My hand dropped from my cock and I reached back to hold his hands, firmly gripping my waste on either side. I felt him again begin to thicken and I knew what came next, as he slammed forward and held himself as deep in me as he could, flooding my guts with another large load of his cum. He leaned forward, his sweaty hair landing in between my shoulder blades as he continued to shudder and swear under his breath about how much cumming hurt. I wondered how long it had been and how backed up and blue his balls were for him to be this sensitive. Eventually the twitching stopped, and he slowly began to pull out. As his cock plopped out of my hole, we both slowly brought ourselves upright and I turned to face him, looking down at the sizeable penis that had just rearranged my insides. With a little smattering of cum on his cock that had stayed as he withdrew, I dropped to my knees and swallowed his now softening cock as I went to work cleaning it. I noticed another of those bruises hidden above his cock in his bush, but kept sucking with abandon until I had cleaned his cock fully. As I stood he moved in for another kiss, and after a few swirls around in my mouth with his tongue, he broke our embrace and slowly turned to pick up his clothes. I noticed the bruise I had seen on the back of his leg had grown a little, and I decided to ask him about it. "That bruise on your leg, you must really have slammed into something huh? Seems to have gotten worse since the other day." "Ah, yeah, it'll be fine, I bruise pretty easily I guess. Didn't remember hitting it on anything, but there it is," he said with a dismissive laugh. He finished dressing and gave me a quick kiss before heading out the door. As he closed the door, I felt a glob of his cum suddenly drop onto the inside of my right leg, and I looked down and noticed it was a bit pink. Shit, he really must have torn up my ass. I hopped back in the shower and rinsed off, while also gently fingering my hole as it slowly began to close itself after that brutal pounding. I hopped out and toweled myself off and heard my phone chime again. I noticed Drew had sent a thank you message (how quirky and silly), and asked if he and Ryan could pop over later in the evening. I debated if that was a good idea given how sore I knew I'd be by then, but I acquiesced and we settled on seven that night. Little did I know what was about to happen in just a few short hours...

IIRC, long ago (I’m thinking like 10+ years ago) it was possible to upload video to your gallery but I believe it was disabled for three reasons: (i) hosting video files massively increases the hosting and bandwidth requirements (and thus site running costs), (ii) video comes with a lot more moderation and copyright headaches as well as increasing the likelihood of DCMA takedown notices, (iii) raw top launched a separate tube site for video posting (raunchyfuckers) but that’s since gone into abeyance.

Hopefully Holden cums to his senses and cancels the wedding..

Want this to happen to me I want to get pregnant

I love dom verbal Tops that put me in my place using his words. When he gets into my headspace it really gets me going. There’s just something about a Top calling me a bitch/slut/whore and calling my hole his pussy/bussy/boy pussy/cunt.

I had been getting fucked by this twenty-something horny top hairdresser on a semi-regular basis. He always produced a condom when we got down to it. Sometimes during sex we’d mention fantasies either of us had to kinda feed into our play. On more than a couple occasions I mentioned taking multiple raw cocks as a fantasy as I had only been taken bare once. Otherwise, all prior had been wrapped. Well this particular time with him started no different. I was on a lounge chair, on my back, legs up, impaled with his just-under 8” covered cock. About 10 minutes in he pulls out leaving my hungry hole empty. I give him the “what’s up?” Look and tell him to shove it back in. He’s looking me in the eyes and I hear a snap. I look down and he took off the condom. I ask the question with the obvious answer, “ are you gonna fuck me bareback?” He places that cock at my opening and makes it disappear inside me. Within 2 minutes he’s deep seeding me while looking directly in my eyes. Pleasure and relief on both our faces. Yea… he never wrapped up with me again.

7. Fire in the Hole "Used," Jon said. There was no doubt what he meant by it. He slowly pulled the length of his shaft out of me. Time was slow, and I felt each vein and curve exit my body. For a moment, I felt like crying. But then I saw Sarge's jockstrap in front of me. His dick looked bigger than Jon's. Sarge had tattoos everywhere. On his stomach, there was the same black99 in gothic letters that Jon had. He also had the familiar biohazard tattoo under that. This time, it wasn't as scary. It seemed hot. He was part of the same club that Jon was. It didn't matter. I had taken meds to make sure I wouldn't join the club, no matter what I did. "You're off to a good start," he whispered as his dick slipped out of my hole. I clenched tightly, making sure that none of Leo or Seth's cum dripped out. He pushed me towards Sarge; I landed against his furry chest. "And Sarge is definitely going to help you out." "Can't wait for it. Seth couldn't stop talking about you." He laughed. "I had to stick my dick in his mouth just to shut him up." "Kenta's still a novice," Jon said. "But Sarge is a patient teacher. And a relentless one." "That's fair," Sarge said. He grabbed onto the harness, and pulled me against him. He was another masculine daddy type, like Jon, although a bit younger. His chest was hard and muscular, hot and wet from sweat, and covered in the light brown hair. The belt of ammo felt real. The bullets were cool against my skin. "You're quite the hottie," he said. I smiled. I was still engulfed by the warmth of his skin, and the contrast to the bullets. "Thank you," I finally said. I looked around, and realized that Jon had disappeared. It was just the two of us on the dance floor. The lights had gone down some more, and it was hard to see who else was there with us. I didn't care who saw us. Even if someone from school recognized me, it seemed like a distant problem. There were more pressing matters, like the way my hole was itching. I was hungry for more cock. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Hell yeah, boy," Sarge said. "How many guys have fucked you already?" "Three," I said. "Seth wasn't kidding when he said you were slutting out tonight. Party's barely started." "I got here early." I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the sweat and muscle. He spent a lot of time in the gym. I ran my fingers over his ammo belt, feeling the bullets. I noticed there were two empty slots at the top. "Are these real?" I asked. "They're special bullets," Sarge said. "Takes you to an entirely new plane." "Special?" I asked. The music seemed louder, the beat more intense. One of Sarge's arms wrapped around me, reaching down for my ass. "How so?" I managed to say. My mind was racing, wondering just what these bullets were for. "You been partying?" Sarge asked me. "Smoking?" "Yeah." "This is even better," he said. "Come with me." He didn't give me a choice; he grabbed my harness and pulled me off the dance floor, to a corner of the living room. There was a large leather couch. At one end, one of the older men was sitting down, his legs spread wide and his fat dick on display. Kneeling between his legs was another young boy, struggling to deep-throat the man. "That's you soon enough," Sarge said. The other older man nodded at Sarge. "That what I think it is?" the man asked. Sarge nodded. "Yeah," he said. "When you've finished with your boy, this one needs some encouragement." "Yessir," Sarge said. He turned his attention to me. "Kneel on the couch, facing away from me. Ass up." I got on the couch as he instructed. The leather was warm and soft against my skin. It was comforting and relaxing, and I grabbed on even tighter when one of Sarge's thick fingers pressed into my hole. "Oh, that's nice." Sarge pulled his finger out. I turned my head back, trying to see what he was doing, but my body and his body blocked my vision. I did see him put down one of the bullets; the head had been unscrewed, and I saw that the body was hollow. "Ready?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I guess." "Good," he said, and a slim rod slid into my ass. It felt like a small pencil, and he held it there for a moment. It was a bit cold at first, but heated up quickly in my body. "Fire in the hole," he said, and he pressed on the rod. There was a warmth in my guts, centered at the end of the rod. It grew slowly, and didn't go away when he pulled the rod out of me. He rubbed my asshole a bit. It tightened up, but the warmth in my gut remained even after he had taken out the rod. It grew, until it was almost burning. "Oh fuck," I muttered. The heat was getting more intense, and I didn't know how I could stand it. I hated it, and tried to pull away, but there was nothing to escape from. It was all inside me. "Feel that?" he asked. He was holding on to my hips, steadying me as I struggled. "Yeah," I gasped. It wasn't getting any worse, luckily. It was a hot itch, both a bit painful, but at the same time it was also intensely pleasurable. I tried to live in the moment, and explore the sensation. "What is it?" I asked, as my ass was twitching. It was going to feel so much better when I had a cock up there. It would be something to scratch that hungry itch. "Booty bump," Sarge said. "First time?" the other daddy asked. He had been watching me as Sarge had administered the bump. "Yeah," I said. "It'll be a few more minutes before it really hits. Enjoy it." "What is it?" I asked again. "Some crystal. Dissolved in some water," Sarge said. He pulled me back upright. He still had the ammo belt across his shoulder and chest, but the jock strap had disappeared. He had a hard cock, maybe about eight inches long. "You think you need some cock?" "Please," I grunted. I was rubbing my ass up against his dick, but he held back, just teasing my hole with the tip of his cock. "I need it." "I know you do. You think you're ready for this?" His dick wasn't much larger than Leo or Jon's had been. It was going to be a familiar size. I nodded in agreement. "Good," he said. "I want you to sit on it." He got on the couch, his legs spread slightly just to emphasize his erection. "Climb up, and sit on it," he said. It was complex and awkward to move, because my muscles didn't quite do what I wanted them to do. Finally, I was squatting over Sarge's erect pole, his cockhead just nestled against my hole. "That's it," he said. From a side table, he produced a small brown bottle. "Here," he said, and held the poppers under my nose. I looked to the side; the daddy was still watching me. He had his hand on the back of the boy's head, and was holding the boy down. I watched for a second, but then the poppers hit. "That's it boy," Sarge said, but held me back for a few more seconds as he did a hit himself. "Let's enjoy this moment," he said, and guided me down his dick. His dick was really stiff, and I was struggling to not immediately pull off. Jon's cock had been able to bend and flex, and we were able to find an equitable middle configuration of erection and hole. On the other hand, Sarge's cock forced me to bend to his will. I gasped, as he found a new curve of my guts. He ignored my discomfort. "That's it boy," he said. "Open up for me." He continued to push his shaft into me. His dickhead found where booty bump had landed. At first, it felt good. Sarge was scratching an annoying itch. But he didn't stop there, and continued to press his dick into me. He pushed the drug-laden fluid deeper into my hole, and the small strokes in and out helped to spread the liquid across my rectum. "Oh fuck," I moaned, as the burning only got worse. It was hard to concentrate. The drugs had my mind racing; I would think about Sarge fucking me, and then suddenly, I had a million sleazy fantasies. It was hard to even concentrate on how my asshole was burning from the drugs. I gasped, but finally managed to say something. "It's inside me." "Yeah," Sarge said. "So fucking wet and sloppy." "Give it to him," the guy next to us said. He was still watching us, as the boy continued to deep-throat his dick. "Get him tweaked out and knocked up." "Of course. He's gonna get so much cum of course he's gonna be pregnant." It felt weird and dirty, but I loved the idea that Sarge's dick could change me like that. Of course, just like a girl on the pill, I had protection against any of the untoward consequences of sex. It didn't matter. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me. Breed me." "You heard him," the other guy said. "He knows what he wants." Sarge grabbed my hip with one hand. It was big and strong, and he easily forced me down, so that I took the entire length of his raw cock. "I know what I want," he said. I was gasping, trying to wrap my head around getting roughly fucked as the new dose of crystal meant that it was hardly rough enough. "And I get it," he continued. He held the poppers under my nose again. "Take it," he said. "You'll need it." I inhaled deeply, loving how the warm chemical scent wrapped around me and forced me to relax. My ass opened up, and Sarge slid deeper into me. The burning was still there, but it wasn't as bad. "Yeah," Sarge said. "Your ass is hungry. Drank up all that sperm. And all that tina." I understood the comments online about porn stars tweaking hard. I now understood what they were feeling, and why it was so essential for them to get fucked. The poppers were also kicking in, and fucking me was the only thing that mattered. "Please," I begged. "Don't pull out." If Sarge had pulled his cock out, I was going to lose it. "Just fuck me." Sarge slammed his cock into me. I grunted, and was rewarded with a repeat thrust. I moaned again, but Sarge was focusing on his cock, and kept up his hard, deep fuck. As he fucked me, the burning sensation slowly went away. He also started to drip pre-cum; his fluid helped to lubricate my hole, and cool it down. "Oh fuck," I moaned. It was all I could say. It wasn't clear any longer who was fucking whom I was bouncing up and down on his hips, fucking myself on his cock. At the same time, he has thrusting his hips against me, forcing his dick deeper into my unprotected hole. I loved the feeling of his cock inside me. I had been told so many scary things about barebacking, and now I was actually doing it. Good boys didn't bareback. It wasn't that much different. They had been lies. Now that I finally felt it and I was sharing it with someone like Seth, Jon, and Sarge, there was no way I could go back. It had always been a dirty fantasy, and now it was clear that the warnings had been pointless. These men were clean and healthy. Sarge was nothing other than muscle, and both Jon and Seth had been so hot. They were not how I had imagined drug users to look. Or how I had been told guys with HIV looked. They were healthy and clean and perfect. "Fuck me," I grunted. I was craving another load. I wanted to know that I had pleased Sarge and that he enjoyed this enough to give me his seed. "Please. Breed me." "You heard him," said the other man. I glanced over. He had his thick hands wrapped around the bottom's head, and was holding the young man down on his cock. "Give the boy what he wants." "I need it," I managed to say. Sarge was thrusting in and out of me, and it was hard to keep up with the continuous stimulation. "Give me your seed." "You're gonna get it for sure," Sarge said. "I'm almost there." He held the poppers under my nose. I inhaled; he kept the bottle under my nose even after I nodded my head. "Good hit for me," he said, and put the bottle under my other nostril. Finally, he relented, and held it under his nose. He held the hit for several seconds, then exhaled. He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to kiss me. We kissed passionately as the poppers hit us. I could feel his dick deep inside me. As impossible as it was, it was getting bigger. It was finding deeper parts of my ass and was spreading my hole ever wider. "I'm getting close," he whispered. "You want my load?" "Give it to me," I said. "FUUUUCK," Sarge moaned. I felt the familiar, wonderful bloom of warmth in my ass. This time it wasn't the drugs. It was Sarge's seed, and he was giving it to me. "TAKE MY GIFT," Sarge moaned, his cock thrusting several more times, filling me up with his seed. "TAKE IT." "Give it to me," I said. "I want it. I need it. I need every nasty drop." He pulled me in and kissed me. Inside my guts, his dick was dribbling out the last few precious drops of his seed. I couldn't believe my luck; another man had fucked me and seeded me. I let myself melt into Sarge's kisses. He was a strong, muscular man, and yet he could be gentle with his kisses and affection. "You felt amazing," he said. "I'm going to find you later." "He good?" the other man asked. "Like fucking velvet," Sarge said. "Spunk-coated velvet."

6. Dance with the Devil "Those boots do great things for your ass," Jon said. He was walking down the hall, now fully dressed with a dark red harness, a matching cod piece, and a pair of aggressive motorcycle boots. His chest was airbrushed lightly in red, and there was a bit of devil make-up as well. He was hot. "Thank you," I stammered. I was trying not to stare too much. I would sell my soul to have him fuck me. Jon turned to Leo. "You want to find Cal in the kitchen. He'll want the supplies. I'll take our boy?" "Right on," Leo said. "Head's in the clouds," he said, as he gently pushed me towards Jon. I was a bit scared. I was high and very horny, and I wasn't sure I wanted Jon to know that about me. "Breed him?" Jon asked. He grabbed on to front of my harness and pulled me towards him. "Got Leo's load in you?" he whispered. "Yeah, he does," Leo said. "He's got a hungry hole." I blushed, but Jon just leaned in and kissed me. As we kissed, his free hand reached around and started to explore my hole. "Wet," he said, before continuing kissing me. I was wet, and his finger pressed in easily. "Hot," he said. He pulled his finger out. "Plenty of time for that later," he said, and motioned for me to follow him. I followed him; he took me to the living room. There was a small dance floor set up, looking out over the Hollywood Hills, with the sign in the distance. There were maybe ten men on the dance floor, about a third of them younger guys, like me. The rest were muscular older men like Jon. They were all in various stages of costume and dress, although everyone was in some degree of leather. I was staring at one boy. He had goat horns, and a pentagram painted on his chest. He looked familiar, but he was blindfolded. Despite not being able to see, he was still bent over as a leather-clad, muscular half-man, half-robot fucked him. Finally, I recognized it was Seth. "Yeah," Jon said, noticing my sudden shock. "He's a hungry boy. Just like you." He pulled me close to him, as I watched Seth get fucked. "And that's JP," he said, pointing out the Borg fucking Seth. "Not that Seth cares who fucks him." "Hi," a soft voice said beside me. I turned, and saw a tall, skinny, furry boy. The only thing he had on was a pair of heavy leather boots. "Oh, great. This is James, our G-boy," Jon said. "Aren't you, James?" "Yeah," he said. "What do you want?" "Kenta's probably due for .8. And I'll do 1.2," Jon said. "And you need to do some as well." The music was deep, and thumping, but it was still easy to talk. "So, .8, 1.2, and 1.4," James said. "Perfect," Jon answered, and turned his attention back to me. I was starting to sway in time with the beat, feeling the animal power of the music. "You wanna dance with the devil?" I looked over Jon. I noticed he had99 written over his stomach. I couldn't remember it if had always been there. Below it was a biohazard tattoo. Everything seemed suddenly so dangerous. There were warning signs, but it was also still a Halloween party. There was nothing to be scared of. "Yeah," I said. "I'd love to." "Good," Jon said. He grabbed my by the harness again, and pulled me onto the dance floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Seth. He was still bent over and blindfolded, but JP-as-the-Borg had disappeared, and there was now a man in greasy coveralls fucking him. Jon spun me around, my back against his chest, and wrapped a thick arm around, holding me in place. There were maybe ten or twelve men dancing. The area wasn't that big, so we were all pressed together. Most of the men had little more than a piece or two of leather on. It accentuated their muscles and their strength. There were a few boys like me, younger, smooth, and slim. Each had found an older man or two, and had the distinctive dance of a boy being fucked. "Like what you see?" Jon whispered into my ear. I felt his leather cod piece rub up against my hole. "Yeah," I whispered, just loudly enough for him to hear. The entire situation seemed both impossible and inevitable. There were so many men, so many erect members, and we were all there for sex. "It's really hot." "Let's get this out of the way," Jon said. He reached down and pulled off the cod piece. His stuck out straight, erect, and like a heat-seeking missile, homed in on my hole. "Feels wet," he whispered in my ear. "How many men have been up there?" "Two," I said. "Just Seth and Leo." "Slow start," Jon said. "We need to get that hole dripping." His cockhead was pressed against me. But he was moving in precise alignment with me. Each time I tried to slide his tool in, he would pull back just enough to keep me unsatisfied. "Let me fuck you," he said. "I can do this for us." "Please," I begged. "Fuck me" I was staring at all the boys around me, all of them with a thick daddy dick in their hole, each one taking the older man's fluids, begging for the relative stranger's cum. "Fuck me," I repeated. The boy next to me was grunting the same thing. "As you want," Jon said, and pressed his cock into me. He was big, but not too big. After Seth and Leo, he slid in easily, and although I gasped, it was just the pleasure of being penetrated. He didn't bother to slow down in response. It was both scary and hot, knowing that his first priority was his own pleasure. "That what you want boy?" he asked. "Hard, raw dad cock in your hole?" "Please. Fuck me," I grunted. Jon's bare cock was what I had been fantasizing about for the past week, and now it was inside me. I couldn't believe it was happening. "Of course boy," he said. "You feel good on the inside." "You feel good inside me." "I like this," he said, sliding his dick in and out of my hole. "It's good to be inside you." We fucked for a bit, just enjoying the warmth and connection between us. Finally, Jon continued. "Seth said you were on Prep." "Yeah," I said. I didn't want to think about this. It didn't matter. I took a drug, and it made everything fine. "Uh. He told me too. That you're, uh." I stumbled. It was hard to think, but I knew that this was something I need to ask. "You're poz." "Yeah." He didn't say anything else. It was a statement of undeniable fact. "But," I started. His cock was buried in my hole, and I didn't want him to pull out. Nor did I want him to put a condom on. I loved how intimate this felt, even if we had only known each other for a few minutes. "But. I'm on prep," I said. "That means it doesn't matter, right?" "No. It doesn't matter now, does it?" Jon said. He pulled out, so just his dickhead was in my ass. The music shifted. The beat was lower and slower. I felt my heart beating in sync with the music. My head was spinning, my hole was hungry, and I just wanted dick. It was probably only a second or two, but it felt like eternity before Jon relented and pressed his dick back into me. "Fuck," he said. "Love feeling that cum in you." We fucked for a few minutes, long enough for the song to change. Then, in front of me was James. He had three plastic cups with some orange juice in it. He handed me one, then one to Jon, and he kept one for himself. "Cheer," Jon said. "To a night of partying." "To a night of playing," James said. "Drink up," he said. "Do it like a shot," he whispered to me. The three of us downed the orange juice, all of us in a single swallow. I could taste a bitter flavor. I remembered the G that Seth had given me earlier. I was getting re-dosed. "So good," James said. He leaned in and kissed me. His tongue tasted like the juice-drug mixture, and I was momentarily worried I was getting an extra dose. But James's furry body felt so good pressed against me, and I quickly forgot about anything I was supposed to be concerned about. "You're hot," he said, running his hands over my body. "Isn't he?" Jon said. "I just want to fuck him all night long." "All night?" James asked, a bit nervously. "Don't worry," Jon said. "I've got enough cum for both of you." "Thank you," James said. "I know how you like it." "You do," Jon said. He smiled, and leaned over my shoulder to kiss James. "Leo's around. Get yourself in the mood, and get some more cock?" "Yes sir," James said. My hole twitched when he called Jon "Sir." I had seen it in videos, but it had always been staged and flat. But when James said it, it had the respect and fear that I had jerked off imagining. He gave me one last kiss. "You're going to have fun tonight," he said. Although there were only fifteen or twenty guys on the floor, the light was dim, and there was a bit of a haze in the room. I could smell the familiar sweetness of weed, but also the scent of the crystal. It seemed like everybody was getting high tonight. "He's another hungry boy," Jon said. He kept his cock in my ass. "He'll be out searching for someone to fuck him." He rubbed his beard against my neck and nibbled on my ear. "At least you have mine." He reached down and grabbed the jockstrap's pouch. My dick was still stubbornly soft, despite how turned-on I was. "Tina dick," Jon said. "This has never happened to me," I said. "Don't worry about it," Jon replied. "It's pretty common. I took a viagra earlier. But you. You've already got a thick, hard cock. It's just fucking you." "Oh fuck," I moaned again. Jon's cock was incredibly stiff inside me. It was like someone was ramming a steel dildo into my ass, and despite the discomfort, I was in sex heaven. The discomfort may have even been a factor in how happy I was. I was thinking about the way James had said Sir earlier. Thinking about how in the moment, I would do anything that Jon asked me to do. "Please. Fuck me." "Hell yeah. Looking forward to getting this hole a few times tonight," he said. He pushed me forward slightly, so I was bent over. The shift in position gave Jon an opening, and another inch of his dick slid into me. "Fuuuuuck," I moaned. In front of me a camouflaged jock strap suddenly appeared. Jon gave a sudden thrust, and my head jerked downwards. He was wearing a pair of black paratrooper boots. Jon pulled out, and this time my head was yanked back. He had a thick, muscular body, and his chest was covered n light brown fur. I could see the colorful tattoos across his body. But mostly, I stared at the belt of ammo slung across his chest. "Ohhh fuuuuck," I moaned, as Jon continued to pound my hole. The stranger watched me for several seconds. "This the new boy Seth's been talking about?" he finally said. "Yeah," Jon said. "This is Kenta. Kenta, say hello to Sarge." "Hi, Sarge," I managed to say, before he grabbed my head in his hands, and pulled me in for a kiss. "You're gonna be so much fun," he said, finally releasing his grip on me. He turned back to Jon. "Fire in the hole?" he asked. "Not yet. You wanna do the honors?" "Sure." Jon slammed his cock back into me all the way. This time, though, he held it. "You're gonna go with Sarge. He's going to get you to the next level." I nodded. "You wanna get to the next level?" Sarge stared at me, smiled, and then reached down to adjust his jockstrap. It was already straining against his cock. "Yeah," I started. "The next level. But. Your load." "Don't worry. You're gonna get several of my loads. Just, just I like a hole that's been a bit more, how do you say?" He paused for a moment, then leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Used."

Part 15 - Fortune Favours The Bold A week on Jamal sat in the greenhouse alone reading his daily text from Conrad, he was a little concerned when first hearing about Harry turning up and how he and Conrad had finally got it on. His concern was purely around his own need to have Conrad as a friend and a little jealousy ran through him. Today's text seem to make him a little more at ease especially where Conrad explained that Harry jokingly said he wanted to take a ride with Jam and get in a sticky mess with him. He was interrupted mid thought with Felix turning up. "Jam brought you a fresh flask of coffee" Felix said putting it on the workbench. "Thanks" Jamal replied putting his phone down. "Your daily update from Con?" Felix asked sitting next to him. "Yeah, looks like this Harry and he is quite serious" he said opening the flask and pouring a coffee. Felix nodded and looked at him "Are you worried about it?" he asked sensing Jamal was distracted. "So, so" Jamal replied looking at his phone "will he take Con away?" he asked looking at Felix. Felix smiled "Conrad will not leave here" he replied confidently "he loves the manor too much". "I hope so" Jamal said sipping his coffee thanking him again, Felix waved it off as nothing. "Beth and I are out tonight and Simon wants to know if your staying for dinner" Felix said standing up. Jamal shrugged "You mean we will be alone tonight?" he asked laughing nervously "should I?". Felix smiled at him again "Yes you will be alone. What do I tell him?" he asked. Jamal gave a very sceptical nod "Good I will let Simon know and Beth will make you both dinner". With that Felix was gone leaving Jamal alone with this thoughts, he wondered if Simon was going to make a move on him tonight remembering that in his sleepy state the morning the guys left he had literally agreed to put himself on the line. Despite his reservations underneath he liked Simon, he was generous and shown him a lot of kindness. He looked at the photos Conrad had sent him pausing at the one of Adam in his speedos soaking up the sunshine lusting after his image, he laughed at his stupidity going tongue tied and unable to put sentences together when facing Adam. If he had known then that his moment of innocent lust over that image would quickly change the course of his life completely, he would never have acted on impulse and his life would no doubt have taken a different direction. Sitting there alone lost in his own thoughts leading to conflicted feelings about his own sexuality again. Sex with Conrad was one thing being a comfortable, pleasurable experience with a friend, putting himself out there for someone else was a different matter and it would mean getting to know the person and probably discuss sex. Was he ready to discuss points about men having sex together? Jamal looked at the picture again then putting his phone down he went back to pricking out lettuces for the kitchen garden, trying to forget how dumb he must look around Adam. He felt warm and happy inside a strange sensation he had never come across before and he liked it a lot, it gave him a cosy and satisfying sense of well being. Adam had spent the afternoon pacing around the terrace, the evening when everything happened still unnerved him. Had they really felt Jack's presence amongst them. Having gone through it over and over in his head he finally sat down having rearranged his flight back to the UK. He wanted to know if there was anything between him and one person who had spiked his interest. He didn't need to worry about Conrad and Harry plus he wanted to give them the space to be alone, it was the best thing he could do right now. Adam stood at the edge of the pool then dived in surfacing on the other side, he heard two massive splashes and water flying everywhere making him chuckle. Conrad and Harry bombed Adam in the pool the swam erratically towards to him in a rush of water and deliberate splashes, he could hear them laughing amongst the sound of the splashing water from how silly they were behaving. "Well I guess that means you are back from your walk" Adam laughed wiping the water from his face. The both kissed Adam on the cheek and Harry climbed out "I will get some drinks" he said dripping in water. "How is it going?" Adam asked pulling Conrad roughly in to his arms. "Okay" Conrad replied smiling "well more than okay I suppose". "Thank god" Adam spoke kissing him on the mouth "I am flying back ahead of you..." he started staying. "Why?" Conrad asked raising his voice slightly. "I want to give you and Harry a couple of days alone together" Adam replied explaining his reasons. Conrad smirked "Are you going back to the manor?" he asked looking and waiting for a reaction. "Not sure" Adam said slowly "I want to see if..." he stopped mid sentence and backtracked a little "Jamal, is he actually gay?". Conrad ran his finger around Adam's mouth "You fancy him?" he asked knowing full well "I think you should go for it". Adam shrugged "Okay, I fancy him, he has lighted up my life a bit" he replied "please don't intervene!". "I won't" Conrad replied "anyway he goes all tongue tied around you, have you never noticed that?". "A little" Adam said grinning away "it is putting my feelings out there, I haven't done that...". Conrad stopped him with a kiss "Ignore your past Adam I know it is hard. And Jam, well he is very cautious and strangely a bullish person". Adam raised an eyebrow in confusion "In bed he is completely different and very gay!" Conrad said chuckling. "Who is very gay?" Harry asked arriving back handing them both a beer. "Jam" Conrad replied taking his beer and gulping down a mouthful "I never knew if he actually was gay or straight". Harry sat down on the side of the pool "You were straight until Moham waved money in front of you" he laughed. Conrad looked at Harry furrowing his eyebrows in funny anger look "pot and kettle" he said smirking. Adam laughed and Harry leaned forward "Is that so" he said "bet I can make you scream like Moham did". "Boys" Adam moved standing between them "play nicely" he said. Conrad leaned around Adam "Your cock is to girly to make anyone scream" he said giggling. Harry laughed and rubbed his crotch "Made you gag and choke the other night you wuss". Conrad gave Harry a middle finger "You will be screaming and begging for mercy when I stick it to you". Harry scoffed "You will end up with bruises on your forehead from your head hitting the headboard repeatedly from my fucking". "Oh I have had enough of this" Adam said moving "it is turning me on" he laughed displaying his erect cock. Harry slipped in to the pool grabbing Conrad "Fuck you drive me crazy" he said aggressively kissing Conrad. Adam climbed out of the pool watching them with a big erotic smile on his face "That is so hot" he cooed. "Half an hour guys then shower and change for dinner" Adam informed them standing up and walking to his sunbed. Jamal walked in to the manor kitchen just as Beth finished preparing dinner for them and writing instructions, seeing him she gave him the task of heating up the beef bourguignon and vegetables. Jamal read through the notes and smiled and said he could manage without any problem. He wandered off up to Harry's room that he had almost taken over now. Showered and changed he walked down stairs noticing Simon sat in the study, he turned to head towards the lounge where he would wait for Simon. "Jamal" Simon called out "you can come in". Jamal stepped backwards and walked in to the study "Sorry, I didn't know if your were busy" he explained. Simon smiled watching Jamal go over and look at the photos again "Do you want a copy of them?" he asked Jamal chuckled "No, I like looking at them, at Conrad" he specifically said pointing to the pictures. "And him?" Simon asked pointing to the three photos of Adam. "Maybe" Jamal said quietly looking at the eyes staring back at the person taking the photo. Simon stood next to him "Jack took those photos of Adam" he informed him going through how Jack took them. "Did he love him?" Jamal asked turning to Simon "It is the look in his eyes they sort of smile". Simon chuckled "Yes, Jack was the only person Adam felt real affection for at the time". "I see" he said looking back at the picture "and did Jack love him?" Jamal asked. "Of course" Simon replied "unfortunately they were so different in their ways, it would never have worked". "And now Adam has a new interest and one that looks very compatible" Simon said quite casually. Jamal felt saddened hearing this "I hope he can make it work" his voice croaking between his words. Simon laughed and patted him on the shoulder "Right let us see what Beth has left us" he said. "I got it" Jamal said turning to leave "some beef dish, you get the wine I will heat it up". Simon agreed and went off to the wine display in the dining room. Jamal cranked the heat up as instructed by Beth and put the vegetables on. Simon brought Jamal a glass of wine and chatted with him in the kitchen whilst laying the table, electing to eat in the there instead of the dining room since it was the two of them. Something about Adam captivated him and he was unsure if it was a jealously of his friendship with Conrad. His own closeness to Conrad had him thinking of men through different eyes, seeing a more attractive side to the male body. He couldn't believe that only a few hours ago it was a conflicted feeling and the more he thought about it and saw reminders of Adam he was flipping sides subtly and getting aroused at the thought of Conrad's body, no longer did he think of women. He suddenly chuckled rather too loudly remembering back to the how good it felt at boarding school and holding on to those cute arses that he ploughed to blow his load as a rampant 19 year old. "What on earth has tickled your fancy?" Simon asked topping his wine up. Jamal smiled "Boarding school, the guys I fucked for pleasure" he said watching the vegetables boil. Simon leaned against the counter watching him "Did you think you were gay then?" he asked curiously. "No" Jamal replied quickly "everyone was sort of doing it or letting guys rub them off". Simon chuckled "I did" he confessed "I fucked nearly every guy in my class" he said smiling fondly. "You did?" Jamal asked watching Simon nod "I fucked my geography tutor" he said "he was pretty cute and young". Simon laughed hard "Jam you are a naughty boy" he said with a mock shocked tone in his voice. Jamal turned to Simon "The other day when you said I fucked like a school boy, what did you mean?" he asked. "Oh" Simon was caught off guard "I meant it was like you had no control and just wanted to cum". Jamal nodded "Right, the other night I made love to Con, well it felt like it" he informed Simon. Simon looked seriously at Jamal "Normally I would have had a guy like you in bed weeks ago knocking you up". "So why didn't you?" Jamal replied "I am not asking you to do it" he said trying to ensure Simon understood. Simon smiled "Conrad" he replied "simple as that, you stood up for him and I respect you for it". "Veg is ready" Jamal said turning the heat off embarrassed by the veiled compliment he received. "Simon" Jamal turned to him "Can you show me how to do it properly?" he asked "tonight?". Simon contemplated him for a moment "Serve dinner" he replied "then we can talk about it". Simon grabbed some plates "We could hire you a porn star to play with" he said chuckling out of the blue. Jamal nearly burnt himself on the oven laughing so much "That is silly why they would they want to?". "If the money is right anyone is for hire" Simon replied putting the plates on the table. Jamal put the food on the table "You mean like Con and this Arab guy?" he laughed out loud. Jamal leaned back on the sofa sat next to Simon, his head a little fuzzy from the heavy claret they were still enjoying. Simon took Jamal's glass and place it on the coffee table in front of them, Jamal giggled nervously knowing the next few minutes were either going to freak him out or have the opposite effect. Simon sat back putting his arm around Jamal's shoulder pulling him closer, expecting to have a quick discussion he was caught off guard finding Simon's lips closing in and working his mouth open until they kissed. His first instinct was to push Simon off gently being unprepared, his head was immobilised and Simon was not letting him move away. His hands could feel the meaty muscles in the arms under the shirt that folded Jamal's resistance into a feel rather than push. Simon persisted and he could feel the subtle changes in Jamal and his urge to push away dissipating, deliberately flexing his bicep Jamal moaned and relinquished all control, his cock bursting in to a full erection feeling the bicep in his hand flexing causing him to squeeze it harder and spearing his tongue in to Simon's mouth with his arousal growing in intensity. Losing track of time Jamal had no idea how long he had been kissing Simon and feeling his body, what he could feel was the warm air flowing from the log fire wafting over his skin. Like a magician Simon had disrobed Jamal down to his underwear. He became aware that he was now touching the supple tight skin of Simon's body, the hairs on Simon's chest rubbing against his chest felt incredible. The last flickers of resistance in Jamal's body died with the tide of desire taking over from the tips of his fingers to his toes. Eyelids fluttered and closed savouring the kiss his arms snaking around Simon, he moaned lightly feeling his body lifting and the sudden warmth of the log fire increased with his body being lowered on to the snugness of the hearth rug encapsulating his back. Jamal opened his eyes lifting his hips allowing Simon to remove his underwear, he looked up at the incredible body that loomed over him. Tiny gasps now escaping his lips, Simon kissed along his stomach and chest moving upwards over his nipples where he paused and teased them with gentle bites and sucks. Jamal ran his hands over the shoulders and down the arms feeling the biceps again. His head trying to take in each incredible sensation his body was feeling. Everything Simon did made him gasp or moan in utter content. Simon moved upwards again kissing around Jamal's neck and chin line finding his mouth. Jamal opened his eyes the tapping at his hole getting more pronounced from Simon's cock. "Simon" Jamal spoke softly getting his attention "do you have condoms?" he asked. Simon smiled "We don't need condoms Jam" he replied softly kissing his neck letting the words linger in the air. "If Con didn't infect you I will" Simon said pushing his cock harder against Jamal's hole. Jamal pushed Simon's shoulders "I carry a high viral load" Simon said seductively "one toxic dose from me". Jamal pushed harder "Wait, you would deliberately do that?" he asked sounding shocked but strangely drawn to it. "Yes" Simon replied softly grinning "drops of my precum are enough infect you, maybe adding to Conrad's and recharging you". Jamal groaned he could feel the cock was slicker knowing the precum was already at his hole "Really?" he asked gasping. Simon nodded watching Jamal for any reaction and applying more pressure through his hips, the slickness of the precum eased his hole open a little more. Jamal's body pushed up with his moan, the hands moved from Simon's shoulder to his waist. Simon leaned forward and kissed Jamal sensually 'Tell me to stop Jam' he whispered softly giving him a moment then pushing harder again, Simon moaned feeling the hole slipping around the head of his cock pushing the foreskin completely back ready for penetration. Jamal moaned again arching his neck back 'Tell me you want it Jam' Simon said kissing his exposed neck, Jamal gasped louder with Simon pushing his hips down again moving part of his shaft in to Jamal's arse spreading it open wider. His fingers dug in to Simon's flesh body reacting from the pain that also felt amazing at the same time 'You want me to wreck you like Conrad did?' he asked probing with his cock. Jamal finally managed to control the moans and gasps 'I am going to fuck you after' he squeaked out eliciting a response from Simon with another jab and probing with his cock, Simon smirked down at Jamal 'Beg me for it Jam' he replied 'Beg for it' he repeated 'Demand me to infect you' he stared in to Jamal's eyes slowly nodding his head to urge Jamal to say it. Jamal knew it was going to happen but couldn't bring himself to say the words, Simon penetrated him balls deep hard then pulled almost all the way out again, Jamal's body tensed up his back arching off the rug. Simon kissed him hard then raised his head 'Beg me to fuck you and leave my mark in you' he said switching to a menacing tone that still had a teasing edge on it 'Beg or I rape you' he demanded jabbing his cock again releasing a soothing coat of precum. Simon licked his lips and moaned sexually wriggling his hips 'You got some precum inside you now, the work has started' he said grinning down at Jamal who responded digging his fingers in to Simon's flesh harder and moaning 'Fuck you turn me on' he said through his moans 'So fucking evil' he rolled his head from side to side 'You are not going to beg for it are you?' Simon asked rotating his hips watching the smile form on Jamal's mouth 'No, you will have to rape me' he responded between his groans. The words only just left his lips before he felt the crashing down of Simon's hips impaling him deep and hard, Jamal cried out loudly scratching Simon's back caught by surprise his toes curled in and stretched out his legs and body quivered and trembled from body shattering thrusts delivered in rapid succession. There was no easing in as Simon went full throttle making sure Jamal could feel him tearing at his arse changing the angle of his cock attacking every side of Jamal's anal wall. His hands moving everywhere unsure where to grab hold of Simon floating in bizarre pleasure unaware of his legs clamping around Simon egging him to deliver on his word. His body riding forward until they hit Simon's arms either side of his head preventing him from moving too far forward, back his body moved only to be pushed forward again. The skill and dedication of his powerful thrusting rained down in a relentless fashion on him. Jamal was so overcome from a maddening desire he squeezed his legs harder around Simon's waist, his toes involuntarily curled tight folding in on themselves. Jamal looked up at the grin of intention on his face, a look of absorbing himself of any culpability in his actions. He gasped from the depth of the penetration, his balls slapping against Jamal's arse 'Fucking evil' he said looking up at Simon who responded with a merciless grin, his balls moved and keeping his grin he delivered in stealth mode, no change in rhythm or look on his face. Simon gave nothing away in his expression, feeling his toxic seed delivering deep with perfect accuracy 'Dirty fucking bitch' Simon roared down at Jamal feeling the last of his orgasm retreating and resetting itself ready to deliver again, he leaned down and kissed Jamal and continued hammering in hard 'Want me to stop?' he asked teasing Jamal with several accentuated power thrusts 'Fuck no' Jamal responded moaning louder 'Finish... finish what you started' he cried out slapping Simon's back. For a moment Jamal felt the fucking get easier but the pain returned with his thrusts that seemed like no end was in sight. Jamal rand his hand over Simon's torso that glistened with sweat, tweaking Simon's nipple 'No' Simon said trying to focus. It was too late and the touching of his nipple sent the shock ricocheting from his erogenous zone all though his body spreading out then congregating in one jolt of electricity to his balls that tightened rapidly. He pushed up crashing Jamal's shoulders against the barriers his arms formed 'Fuck yessssss' he cried out jolting his hips feeling his second load flooding in to Jamal's body. He collapsed forward grabbing hold of Jamal tightly to prevent him moving away, his post orgasm pulses moving through his hips and cock grinding deeper in to Jamal's battered arse. They laid there quietly for several minutes "You are way to willing" Simon said kissing him. Jamal's panting easing his body numbed to the pain he endured "What did you just do to me!" he stated panting and grinning. Simon pulled his cock out slowly "Gave you what you needed Jam, twice" he said rolling on to his back. Jamal wiped his forehead of sweat from the heat of the log fire "You came twice?" he asked seemingly confused. "Yes" Simon replied gloatingly "double barrelled you Jam". Jamal slapped his erect cock "My turn" he said turning his head grinning at Simon. Simon laughed "Just this once mind you" he replied easing his breathing back to a normal state "you wanted teaching so this is your lesson". Jamal kneeled up and set himself into position "You have an excellent body Simon". Simon looked up at him "Shut up and get on with it" he replied chuckling. With Simon's teaching Jamal learnt several ways of enhancing the bottoms experience resulting in him using the word wow many times. Guiding Jamal expertly who picked things up really quickly and felt a totally different sensation from wanting to simply empty his nut sack. They took a break and drank some wine discussing sex which felt totally abnormal for Jamal before getting back to it over the course of the evening then going to bed together. His attempt at fucking with a condom turned out to be the worst experience he felt, it lead up to him learning how to whip it off mid fuck and plant your seed in the unsuspecting bottom. In truth it shocked him at first and put Simon in a very different light, the weirdness, the danger, the excitement of planting his seed in to another human was a strange turn on, this devious edginess he saw in Simon thrilled him giving a peek in to the darker side of the gay world. Jamal woke up the following morning a completely different person in both morals and sexual awareness. He spent a moment recalling his night with Simon that he never really expected to materialise, he was pleased it had though. The one thing he did learn was being gay allowed a man to get sex at the drop of a hat and without any need of conversation. Jamal climbed out of bed stretching, his arse a little sore but no where near as bad from when Conrad went on a mission to wreck him, his body felt abnormally warm as he stood up. Simon turned over waking up "You getting up?" he asked looking at Jamal's body. "Morning, yes I have work to do otherwise Conrad will punish me" Jamal replied giving a cheeky grin. "You worry to much" Simon said moving and sitting on the edge of the bed "you okay?" he asked. Jamal nodded "Guess so, thanks for the lesson last night" he said smiling. "You felt a little warm last night in bed and you have sweat on your forehead" Simon informed Jamal. Jamal walked over to the mirror "I feel okay" he replied wiping the tiny beads of sweat, just a little warmer than usual". Simon walked towards the bathroom "You must tell me if you don't feel well Jam". Looking at his reflection in the mirror he couldn't see anything wrong and brushed it off from laying next to Simon all night. By the time Simon had showered and gone downstairs Jamal was already outside trimming the hedges around the pool terrace. He smiled reading the latest news Conrad and Harry, finally he thought to himself then reading further down the message he saw that Adam was leaving a couple of days early so they could have some alone time. He sent a reply to Adam telling him it was fine for him to come to the manor and to stop asking since he was always welcome, Simon spoke to Beth and told her to prepare a bedroom for Adam who staying a few days. In fact Simon was quite pleased he was coming back in time for the weekend, he needed to twist Adam's arm to moderate the auction and he also needed Adam to procure some more shares. It played on him a little deciding if he should bring Jamal along to be auctioned off for the night. On second thoughts he might not appreciate being sold off to the highest bidder, then again he could make quite a bit of money. Sipping his coffee he looked out of the study window watching Jamal in his shorts and boots smiling away, he was interrupted by his conference meeting pinging up on his laptop. Despite having sold the company off part of the deal was for Simon to receive a 10% stock holding in the parent company IntecSolutions that purchased his company. That way he retained a slight foothold and some voting rights, with the dividend returns over the years Simon had been purchasing additional shares using Adam as the owner. Now holding 35% of the shares he found out through an investor that the company was quietly running a buy back scheme, the aim of keeping it discreet was to prevent an inflated price. Stealth take over was like a game to Simon, although this was different from other stealth activities it still gave him the same kind of thrill. Their meeting today was a run of the mill one and to set the quarterly result targets for the year ahead, his eye suddenly caught by Felix crossing the terrace with a flask and handing it to Jamal then standing there chatting to him. They were both laughing and talking seemingly getting on very well now despite the rocky start. He returned to the laptop spending two hours watching the faces of the CEO and CFO waiting for them to get to item 7 on the agenda, here they revealed the buy back plan and seeking full board approval to use cash flow and equity. Simon objected knowing full well that stripping the assets to buy shares was never a good move. The vote went in favour of the buy back and by the time the meeting had finished it was already public knowledge pushing the share price to an inflated level and halting the buy back. Simon made a call to the Securities and Exchange Commission highlighting some concerns anonymously, now he had to wait for the commission to launch a probe which would then bomb the share value causing an off loading and flooding the market with unwanted shares. Why did he do it? Mostly for fun and a non serious business side, he had enough of those to keep him occupied so needed some kind of light hearted distraction. He closed the laptop and looked out at Jamal who was taking some time out and laying on the terrace enjoying the spring sunshine. It was watching Jamal who seemed not to have a care in the world and clearly enjoying his job and being at the manor, that Simon made a few decisions that would impact the lives of those living around him in close proximity. It had been a risk allowing Jamal access to the manor that had paid off, he was discretion absolute and had no concerns over him. As expected within minutes the CFO, Carrington, had sent him an email asking about his objections and laying the offer to buy to his shares on the table. He had only met Carrington once before in Atlanta at the head office, he was young for a CFO at 33 and obviously the guy was an American Football jock with a very sturdy body under his shiny grey suit and white shirt that he wore. Simon intended on ignoring the email until after the weekend when he would deal with Carrington. Simon opened the study French windows and walked over to him "I pay you to work not sunbathe" he said. Jamal opened one eye looking up at him "Get over yourself and join me" he replied closing his eye. "You think I have nothing better to do than lay around when I should be working?" Simon asked grinning. Jamal waved his hand keeping his firmly closed "Dock my pay then" he said so casually it made Simon laugh. "Where do you see your life going Jam?" Simon asked going serious "What do you want to do or achieve?". Jamal opened his eye again "Who knows" he replied looking curiously at him "my parents keep pressuring me". Simon sat down next to him "Is that why you like to escape up here?" he asked. "Mostly" Jamal responded "gets me away from the constant questioning" he said sighing "and working here". Simon chuckled and Jamal sat up and looked at him "Why do you hide yourself away here?". Simon glanced at him "Makes life less complicated and I don't like socialising much" he replied. "Except if your getting something out of it" Jamal replied grinning and laying back down "suck me off". "No" Simon said drawing out the pause between "You can get to work on mine though" he said smirking at Jamal. Jamal smiled "No" he replied then closed his eyes "pay me to do it as you are docking my wages". Simon laughed his cocky arrogance that he had grown to like "Maybe I will auction your arse off Saturday". "Fuck no" he replied sitting up again "You having one of those weird parties Con told me about?" Jamal asked. Simon nodded "Yes so you might want to keep a low profile or I will auction you off" he laughed. Jamal laid back down again "You get 50% of the auction price" Simon said standing up planting the idea firmly in Jamal's head. Jamal waved his hand "No I am not a piece of meat" he replied grinning. Simon laughed "You were last night" he replied kneeling down giving him a kiss "Dinner tonight?". "Yes, thanks Simon" Jamal replied. "Good" Simon said kicking Jamal's foot "we will be three tonight" he finished saying walking off before Jamal could ask questions. Jamal sat up about to ask who was coming to dinner but Simon was already at the study and closing the door. He never expected them to be three for dinner and no idea who it was, he walked up to the kitchen looking through the window hoping to see Felix or Beth to ask them, he scanned round again finding the place quiet with no sign of them. Jamal returned to the pool terrace to finish off trimming the hedges, it was the only job he had to do today taking his time he wanted to make sure it was done correctly. His mind kept going back to the conversation with Simon auctioning him off and getting 50%, he remembered when Conrad accidentally mentioned it then became evasive when probed simply saying it was just a small orgy. He chuckled to himself cutting away at the hedges, auction me off he said to himself laughing then stopping himself wondering if he really was considering doing it just for the cash. Felix arrived at Gatwick to meet Adam and during the ride back to the manor he spent the time telling Felix about Conrad and Harry, then swerving the conversation around to Jamal trying to be non specific and casual. The closer they got to the manor the more his nerves kicked in, it had been years since Adam had thrown his emotions down on the table, not since Jack had he been intimate with another man. Some had come close and tried to get in to Adam's world but the gates were locked shielding him from unwanted intruders. Adam looked up from his phone and asked Felix to stop by the church. Felix looked at Adam through the rear view mirror and nodded, he didn't need to ask anymore questions and after fifteen minutes they pulled up outside the church. Adam walked along the path to the grave 'Hey Jack, you been on a little holiday and freaking us all out?. Not cool, I know you liked to joke around but that was crossing the line. I feel ready Jack, I would never have got to this point without you and the love and support you gave me. I am going to get him no matter what, you once told me if I wanted something be bold and work at it until I got it.' Adam stood up and kissed the headstone 'I will come back tomorrow with some flowers, Conrad gave me specific instructions which ones. God he has really taken over, you did a wonderful job nurturing him over the years. Well it is all or nothing over the next few days, oh, and no interfering, you know what I mean!' Adam smiled and took a few steps then turned 'I wish you was here to hold my hand Jack'. Adam wiped his eyes and walked back to the limo and the short drive to the manor. Adam entered and already he felt something was missing from the place, Simon came out of the study to greet him and Adam commented how quiet the place was without Conrad making a mess or noise somewhere around the place. Simon laughed agreeing with him and took Adam up to the bedroom Beth had made up for him. "Dinner at 7pm if you want to take a nap" Simon said turning to leave "It's good to have you back here". Adam was looking out of the window down the drive "Which is Jamal's house?" he asked. Simon turned holding the door and chuckled "Don't worry he is joining us for dinner" he said leaving the room. He sat on the bed looking at the closed door almost too afraid to leave the room. Pull yourself together he told himself standing up and retrieving his bags that Felix had brought up ahead of him. Losing track of time and spending a good half an hour in the shower thinking of what to say and how to say it. Realising that dinner was only minutes away he began to dry himself. Jamal arrived back at the manor from picking up a few more clothes and making an appearance so his parents knew he was still alive, his mother did not appear overly concerned that he was spending time at the manor since he had a job. She was kind of glad he had got out of the house and was doing something rather than sitting in his room listening to music and talking with that bad lot in Guildford. Jamal dumped his clothes in the study collapsing on the sofa watching Simon who was finishing off some work. "Made yourself comfortable I see" Simon remarked grinning without looking over. Jamal sighed "Yeah" he replied "you let me in your house so I am settling in" he said smiling. Simon chuckled "Good" he replied watching Jamal stand up and walk over to the photos "again?" he said. "I miss him, can't wait until he gets back" Jamal replied looking at the photos of Conrad then Adam. Simon closed the laptop "How are you feeling Jam?" he asked curiously wondering if his body was converting. "Fine" Jamal replied glancing over his shoulder at him "a little cold earlier but I feel alright". "You look like you want to lick that photo" Simon said watching him "do you find him sexy?". Jamal shrugged "That's just it, I don't know" he softly spoke "suppose so I think" he said scratching his chin. Simon watched Adam appear standing at the door "What if I was attracted to him?" Jamal spoke again. Simon glanced at Jamal then Adam "What does your heart tell you Jam?" Simon asked. Silence prevailed until Jamal spoke "He is a man and..." he paused "I don't know how to love a man". "You love Conrad" Simon replied watching Jamal fixated on Adam's photo "can you love a man?". Jamal shrugged again "Conrad is different, more friendship love. Loving another man freaks me out". Simon sat back in his chair quickly glancing at Adam "Do you know why it freaks you out?" he asked. "Afraid of the unknown Simon, commitment, parents, everything" Jamal replied only making half sense. Adam stepped forward "What if I was attracted to you and wanted you?" he asked. Jamal jumped and turned going red "Oh... err... I..." he ran out of the French windows across the terrace. Simon chuckled "You get him tongue tied every time, I think it is completely obvious you scare him". Adam walked over to the doors unable to see him "He will keep" he replied watching him disappear in the garden. Simon stood up laughing "I am glad your hear I need to ask a favour" he said "Don't worry about Jam". Simon explained to Adam that he needed a Jack this weekend for the auction and started going in to detail. Jamal hid in the greenhouse palpitations hammering hard in his chest, unsure if it was the excitement or freaking out. He never expected Adam to be standing there of hearing the conversation. Leaning back against the wall trying to calm down Jamal felt like a jolt of electricity had passed through his body. He could hear footsteps approaching and recognised the steps knowing it was Felix. "Fella you got to stop running" Felix said walking in to the greenhouse. "Sorry" Jamal replied catching his breath "what the fuck is wrong with me?" he asked not expecting a reply. Felix stood looking at him "Your nerves" he stated "probably afraid of already knowing the outcome". "Outcome!" Jamal remarked "you think there is an outcome?" he asked sounding shocked. Felix smiled "Definitely. I am almost sure Adam has come back here for you" he said hinting Jamal to follow. Jamal steadied himself following Felix "What does he want with me?" he asked trying to seek an answer. "That you will have to find out" Felix replied turning to Jamal "come on keep up they are waiting". Adam agreed to stay the weekend and reminded Simon that Conrad was due back on Saturday evening and no doubt Harry would be with him. Simon chuckled informing him that Moham would be here and is bringing a couple of guys, one bottom and one who is versatile but agreed to bottom for the night. Simon understandably omitted his conversation earlier with Jamal and auctioning him off. Jamal walked in to the dining room and Felix played to his strength asking him to select the wines for dinner, Simon and Adam walked in seeing the backs of them discussing wine and examining bottles with Jamal handing him a Chauteauneuf-du-Pape for the main and Chablis premier cru for the starter. Felix nodded and smiled telling him it was an excellent choice. Jamal turned hearing the guys entering the dining room whilst Felix went off to chill the Chablis, he stood rooted to the spot looking at Adam who smiled at him. His head in turmoil unable to take his eyes off Adam, it was like the picture was standing life size in front of him. Shaking the thoughts off he managed to take a few steps forward and sit down before he fell making a fool of himself. Simon was having a ball waiting and watching Jamal who seemed to glaze over trying not to look at Adam. Throughout dinner Simon steered the conversation around gardening and the villa in Sardinia which seemed to keep Jamal's focus from thinking about the guy sat next opposite him. Adam paid Jamal numerous compliments about his choice of wine with each course, chuckling at Jamal's quiet response and grin on his face. Adam wanted to go over and kiss the face off him, it was the longest time he had sat with Jamal and with each passing moment he was falling crazily deeper in love with him. The merest hint of Moroccan descent in his facial features, the olive skin and dark hair naturally fitted the youthfulness that Jamal exuded. He had to step back a moment wondering if the 7 year age gap was to big and maybe that was the reason Jamal seemed to mentally fight him off. Simon asked Felix to serve coffee in the lounge and the three of them stood, Adam held back waiting for Jamal. "Shall we?" Adam softly asked holding the door and Jamal nodded, he waited until Jamal stood by him. Jamal looked at Adam "After you" he said finally managing to say something to Adam. Adam smiled and waited the other side of the door for Jamal "Why are you fighting me Jamal?" he asked. "Am I?" Jamal asked stopping in his tracks unaware of his flirtatious look "Fighting you for what?". "My affection" Adam replied looking in to his eyes laying his emotions bare. "Why?" Jamal asked "what do you want from me?" his words seemed to plead for the truth. "Surely you know how attracted to you I am" Adam said opening his heart to Jamal. Jamal turned and walked towards the lounge "Yeah" he replied "you coming or standing there all night?". His heart lifted at the same time it sunk unsure what Jamal's response actually meant. Maybe he was just too forward for Jamal. The strangest warm fuzzy feeling grew inside his body, never before had anyone said so much in so few words, the words were enough to spike Jamal's overly keen interest. His own sense of self doubt diminished smiling to himself knowing that what he heard was very close to a complete confession of love. He turned and smiled to Adam who was walking towards him standing by the door to the lounge. "You after commitment or just a fuck?" Jamal asked out of the blue taking Adam by surprise. Adam stopped at the door "If it was just a fuck I would have had you weeks ago" he replied. Jamal almost lost his bottle to speak and have to swallow hard "You reckon?" he asked. Adam smirked at him "Stop playing games, you want me ". Jamal stood watching Adam walk in to the lounge and sit on the sofa whilst Simon poured coffee for them all. Was it possible that this one person could flick a switch like that turning Jamal on light a light bulb. Jamal closed the door and walked over to Simon and took the cup of coffee Simon offered thanking him and sitting down on the sofa. Not apart, not on a separate one but right next to Adam, the boldness in his mannerisms almost screamed that he was no longer scared of Adam. Simon poured the last cup of coffee for himself and glanced at Adam and Jamal who both sat there grinning like mischievous children scared to move or look at each other in fear of being told off. The crickets seemed louder than ever now the storm had passed, the lightning flashing brilliantly over the sea with the waning storm. Harry reached over and picked up his bottle of beer then rested his head back against Conrad's chest sitting in between his legs, they had been sat here for several hours under the canopy watching the storm. Conrad fingering Harry's nipples and chest, Harry running his fingers along Conrad's legs that were folded around him again. A quiet serene state of happiness existed around them. A little bit of nervousness existed in each other with neither one wanting to make the first move being their first night alone together. Ever since Adam left they had walked and talked a lot revealing everything about themselves, their lives, families and hopes. Conrad found a braveness to talk about Joshua and the weekend of events that unfolded, it gave Harry a better insight and understanding on where he needed to be a little more cautious and not freak Conrad out. Harry watched Conrad's fingers caressing his chest and let out a very contented sigh, it was so comfortable, so right that he didn't want to move or be apart from Conrad for a moment longer. Conrad moved his fingers up Harry's chest passing over the nipples and stroking his neck and chin, he could feel each nervous breath Harry took, he leaned forward and kissed Harry on the head. "You ready to go to bed?" Conrad asked feeling Harry stroking his leg with long tender strokes. Harry nodded gently "I think so, pretty tired I could do with some sleep" he replied. Conrad tweaked Harry's nipple "I wasn't thinking of sleeping just yet" he said chuckling. Harry turned his head and smiled looking up at Conrad, a view he was enjoying more and more wanting to pinch himself to make sure this time it was definitely real.

Hot story. Got me bone hard. Thanks.