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“Hey bruv” I said, as Bret came out into the small lobby at the gym. “Hey” he replied, giving me a smile. He stopped and spoke to the receptionist, who then opened the glass gate for me to go in. I followed him through to the empty changing rooms. “How’s it going?” I asked, as I got changed into some workout gear. “Good” he said. “Just got done doing some personal training. Got a gap now for other things.” “Oh yeah?” I replied, smirking. “Fuck yeah” he said, smiling. “I like doing proper gym stuff, but I’m still me!” I decided to go with him to the store room, where there were a couple of guys hanging around outside. “Me or Will?” he asked them. “You” said one. “Either” said the other. Bret waved in the one who had picked him out, and I followed them into the outer part of the room that was notionally still used for storage. Over to the side and out of sight from the door, Will was on all fours on a mat, taking a hard pounding from one guy while he had fully swallowed another. He was so fucking hot, especially with Bret’s chain flapping around as he was thrust back and forth. “Four hours and counting” Bret said to me, grinning. “No surprise there” I replied. “How do you want me?” he said to the gym member. “Bend over” the guy gruffly replied. Bret did as instructed, pulling down his shorts so he was just in a jock and vest. He bent over a big plastic case that contained a gazebo, and the guy stepped up and slid straight in. He fucked Bret hard and fast, coming within about 5 minutes. “Go get the other one for me Luke” Bret said, not moving position. I went out and beckoned the other man in, and he did pretty much the same as the previous one but lasted maybe 10 minutes. When he was done I checked outside for anyone else waiting, but as there was no-one I got down behind my brother and felched out the loads. We then both stood up straight to watch the ongoing spitroasting that Will was taking, his face red from the effort but his arse being pushed back to meet each thrust which clearly showed he was loving it. Bret had told me he was fitting in really well there, adding more capacity for the unspoken extra activities the gym offered its customers while also meaning there was enough flexibility in the setting of rotas for the actual work that needed to be done. For his part, Will was so grateful to me and Bret for helping him get the job, and also for the loan of the bling. I doubted Bret wanted it back, as he was pretty taken with Will as well and loved how the guy looked in his old gear. Gheorghe and Jonas were both basically recovered, which was timely as Pavel had finally succumbed and started his own conversion. Kieron was fretting over him a bit, and regularly going round to the flat the tattooed stud shared with a couple of other men. But with the other two back on the job, and with my agreement, Matas and Benas had returned to other clients’ homes even though it would mean our work took a bit longer to complete. I’m sure they had no idea how little work was being done at all though, as Kane and Justin were round there all the time swapping poz loads with their new men. I was looking forward to getting some time with Gheorghe myself if possible as I had really enjoyed having him inside me, but until Justin could be strapped into the on-order fuck machine to keep his needs in check, there was no chance of anyone else getting a piece of the Romanian. I did decide to go by just on the off chance though, and Bret was coming up with Will to meet me there so we could go for a drink. However, when I opened the front door I was met with a scene I never expected. It seems Matas and Benas had called over for a surprise inspection, having found that Jonas had left his key at home. They had walked in on their two employees each taking a pounding over the kitchen counter, with one of them of course being Matas’s son. When I arrived, the Lithuanian lad and the Romanian hunk were standing against the wall looking a little afraid, while the older men exacted what they believed to be a punishment. Matas was pounding the shit out of Kane, while Benas was balls-deep in Justin. The look Justin gave me, as well as how rattled Jonas and Gheorghe obviously were, told me that I needed to step in as the client and paymaster for this whole job. “What the fuck is going on here?!” I yelled from the door. Matas and Benas froze, turned to see me, and then hastily withdrew. “Mr Ballard sir….” Matas began. “What the fuck were you just doing to my brother?!” I yelled. “I…” Matas began, suddenly seeming not such a muscular daddy type. “We find them fucking…” Benas tried to offer. “You shut the fuck up” I said to him. At that moment Bret unlocked the door behind me and walked in with Will, stopping in his tracks when he saw everyone there. “What the fuck?” he said. “Glad you’re here bruv” I said. “These old men thought they could get away with dishing out some justice on Kane and Justin for being with our friends here.” “Is that so?” Bret said, fixing Matas with a glare that made the older man shrink even more before us. “Yes” I said, “and from the looks of it, Kane and Justin were taking it to protect our friends.” “Mr Ballard…” Matas began. “Shut it!” I said. “You are fucking fired. Your boy and your team here are coming to live with us.” “Luke, bruv” Bret said, “that’s just common fucking sense at this point. I reckon these old fuckers need to be taught a lesson.” Matas and Benas may have been pretty muscular and carrying around a lot of bullshit alpha-male energy, but they knew when they were outgunned. Kane and Justin could have made quick work of them, but had chosen to try to deescalate the situation by taking the punishment. With me, Bret and Will now there too, the men were not even going to dare to put up a fight. The fact that they already had their trousers and pants off helped speed things along. We never went for that drink in the end, spending the night at the flat fucking the two older brothers senseless. I had no doubt their holes were both virgin when we started, and my normal concerns about pozzing the unwilling were gone. What they had been doing with Jonas never sat well with me, and I had seen earlier than he was genuinely afraid of them. That was going to be over for him now, but I wanted his fucking father and uncle taken down a peg too. With Jonas himself joining in for some long-overdue revenge, and of course with Gheorghe’s immense cock also available, the fucking of Matas and Benas was both rough and nonstop. They had no fight left in them after trying to resist the initial penetrations, so we were able to move them around the flat as we saw fit. They even got some lengthy golden showers while both bent over the bath, while taking a pounding at their other ends of course. We let them go at dawn, though not before using a permanent marker to add some words to their foreheads, cheeks and buttocks. Gheorghe confirmed how up to date they were with pay from the brothers’ company, and I ensured bills were settled only for materials after that point. Through Stephen and his contacts we got things underway quickly to help set up a new company with Gheorghe at the helm, and Pavel and Jonas were made employees there so that all work and payments were above board, taxes were paid, and no new risks were placed on their ability to stay in the UK after that Brexit shitshow. We got in some more temporary furniture for the flat so Jonas could live there, with Pavel later asking to move in as well once he was better. I had no issue with any of that, as the two of them were clearly going to be with K&K long-term anyway so would always be there with us. Before Grant could get his hands on him, Will’s sudden but insatiable need for cock caught up with him. His mum and her boyfriend looked after him through the flu, with me and Bret stopping by to see him occasionally. He was so fucking happy about converting once he was better, going off to get tested to confirm it before immediately starting to get his back worked on by a tattooist. He was a pretty good artist himself and had sketched out what he wanted, but they began with a large tribal thing across his upper back as he needed to wait until he’d done his first video before they could move on to the huge biohazard centrepiece he wanted. With all these big changes out of the way, and the flat nearly done, Kane and I managed to convince Bret and Kieron to finally go and see Dad together. We had told them that I’d just come out on all our behalves to him and that it was fine, but we wanted him to be the one to talk to them about the rest of it. Still, I went with them most of the way, agreeing to meet up with them later, and then headed to Shane’s. Grant had come up with what he wanted to do with the dildo-loving ‘straight’ housemates, and I said I would talk to Zac about it first. As was often the case lately, he was to be found at Shane’s place so I went there to meet up with them both. Before I got there though, Shane messaged to say the place was a mess and asked me to meet them at the same gay bar where I’d first encountered him, so I diverted there, got myself a pint and then sat outside despite the autumnal chill so I could have a smoke. Zac was a fucked-out happy mess when they arrived. Well, he wasn’t an actual mess, as he somehow always looked just cool and well put together whatever he was wearing or however he’d done his hair. But he was otherwise a mess, and I chuckled at him staring at the table after Shane went back inside to get them both a drink. “You OK there stud?” I asked him. “Haven’t slept” he muttered. “Oh yeah?” I said. “Shane is fucking awesome” he said. “Seven loads since last night.” “One-man gangbang” I chuckled. “He’s the best” he said, looking up at me and finally smiling. “He’s a great guy” I said. “Thanks again for introducing me to him” Zac said. “You’re welcome” I replied. “Hopefully you’re getting close to what you need.” “Yeah” he said, “but…” “Second thoughts?” I asked, knowing full well it wouldn’t matter if he did want to back out as he was probably on the verge of converting already. “No!” he said. “Fuck no. But, well, I just really like having all this sex with Shane…” “You big dumb himbo” I teased. “You really think he’s going to drop you when it’s done?” “I dunno” he said. “No chance” I reassured him. “Shane is a good guy, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I reckon you’ve got yourself a boyfriend.” Shane came back out at that point, put down the drinks and took a seat. “So what we talking about?” he asked. “You” I said. “Oh?” he asked, looking between us quizzically. “Put the poor stud’s mind at ease” I said. “He thinks you’re just in this for the gifting.” I then sat back and just observed as they had a sudden heart to heart right there on the terrace, almost as though they were alone. It was sweet really, but after they’d shared a deep kiss I felt like I needed to intervene. “Woah there boys” I said. “I need to talk to Zac here before you go back to bed together.” They both chuckled, but carried on making puppy dog eyes at each other until Zac finally engaged in what I was saying. I described the scene Grant wanted to shoot, and he agreed it would be the sort of thing that the other four housemates would be into. But we had to come up with a plan for getting them to that point, which we did over the course of another couple of drinks. When we were finally done Shane was starting to look a little antsy, and said all this talk of pozzing the other housemates had got him horned up. I threw my hands up in defeat and said we were done, and then sat there to finish my last drink as the two of them raced off back to Shane’s place. After chuckling to myself that Zac was probably penetrated again before I’d even got to the dregs of my pint, I hauled myself up and went off to meet Bret and Kieron. The housemates thing would take a while to see through to the big finale, and it was time for us Ballards to focus on the one big issue that was now looming up on us. Dad.

Record broken. I decided to power btm today. Texted my fwb’s yesterday and hit up sniff/grindr. I broke my personal record and took 17 loads 🙂XD threesome with two buddies. Daddy Gary gave me 3 loads and Broadway Dave gave me 2. Then Couple quickies. #6 - white dude who slowly fucked me cuz i felt so good. He bred me after a couple pumps. #7 - black guy on his lunch break. #8 - fwb amazing andy with astounding stamina. Really dug into me and fucked me for about 20 mins. Love looking into his eyes and that smile while he plows into me. #9 - quickie from a hottie who works at the Apple Store nearby. Swapped #’s with him; we were really into each other. Nice thick dick. #10 - Actor friend serving jury duty had a 2 hour lunch break. We took care of each other 🙂 #11 - 14: Longtime daddy fwb Howard gave me 4 loads. #15 - visiting Latino tourist dropped his poz undetectable load into me After a nap, i took #16. Sexy cub fwb with a nice thick d. Bred me on my side. #17 - Danny who works nearby came over to drop a load. I am so spent.

This story contains both gay and trans sex scenes. If any of that is not what you want to read, please skip this story. Moderator's Note: This story is here because there is no place in the Trans/Cross-Dressing section for Fiction about Bug Chasing. Please just skip this story if it is not to your tastes. Chapter 1 - The Beginning A little about me. I am a 50 year-old guy that is married to a woman. Our sex life can be described as routine if not boring. We have sex maybe once or twice a month at most. When we do have sex, it is very vanilla. I am lucky that I get to travel for work from time to time. When I travel, I always try to hookup with people. Many times, I look for dominant men who want to breed a submissive bottom. Over the years, I moved from only being fucked with a condom, to being barebacked by guys that say they are negative and on prep, to undetectable guys, to knowingly taking a detectable load now and then. I have never been on prep and get off on the risk. Over the years, I have also been interested in being with a transexual. I thought a woman with great boobs and a cock was the best of both worlds. Occasionally, I would find a trans escort and play. I would always look for a top so I could be submissive and be used. When I travel, I would hit various websites and apps like bbrts, grindr, and sniffies looking for guys and sites like tryst when I was looking for a TS. In between, I belong to various groups on Telegram where I chat and enjoy the sleazy pics and videos. One day, I was reviewing the messages that I missed on Telegram when a message from someone I didn't know popped up: TS Dream: Hi sexy. How are you? I immediately figured this was spam or someone wanting money but I figured I would play along. Me: Hi. Doing ok and you? TS Dream: Can't complain. What are you here for? Me: Just chatting for now. Hoping to find hookups sometimes. TS Dream: Great. Where are you located? Me: Buffalo NY but I travel from time to time. and you? TS Dream: Philly Me: Cool With that, I didn't get another message. Guess the bot lost interest. A couple of days passed and I got another message: TS Dream: Hi. How are you today? Me: ok and you? TS Dream: Doing well. Tell me about yourself. Me: I'm 50 submissive bi bb btm and you? TS Dream: I'm dominant TS top With that, she sent me a short video and I immediately felt my cock twitch. She was gorgeous - blonde, with large tits. She pulled up her skirt and her delicious-looking cock sprung to life. Me: Wow. Very sexy! Thanks! TS Dream: You have a pic? I sent one of my pictures that obscured my face but showed everything from the neck down. TS Dream: Sexy. You look like fun. You said you are submissive? Me: Yes. I am submissive by nature and live to serve. TS Dream: mmmmmm. I like submissive sluts. Ever been with a girl like me? Me: A few times TS Dream: and? Me: I really enjoyed it TS Dream: Good. Maybe we can make that happen again sometime. With that, there were no more messages. Bot probably ran out of things to say again. A couple of days later, I got another message: TS Dream: Hi slut. How are you? Me: Doing ok and you? TS Dream: Very good now. Glad you are on. Me: Thanks! TS Dream: Call me Mistress. Me: Yes Mistress. TS Dream: Good. This is what I like to do with subs. She sent a video. In it, she was standing behind a guy. The guy was strapped to a fuck bench. She moved closer and began to spank her raw cock against his crack. After a few slaps, she placed her cock at the entrance of his fuck hole and pushed in. Then she started fucking hard and fast. "Take my girl cock, you fucking slut." She slapped his ass and kept fucking. Then the video stopped. Me: Wow. Mistress. That's hot! TS Dream: Thank you slut. Glad you enjoyed. Me: You used him bareback? TS Dream: Of course. No other way to fuck. Me: I love dominant tops that use me bareback, Mistress. TS Dream: mmmmm. my kind of slut. Another video popped up. It was a continuation of the previous video. She was holding on the sub's hips and fucking hard. Then, she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. "Here comes your reward, slut." She slammed in hard and held still for a moment and then pulled out. You could see her load start to ooze out of his well-used fuckhole. Then the video stopped. Me: Wow. He was very lucky, Mistress. TS Dream: Yes he was. I'm always looking for others to play with. Me: I wish I were closer, Mistress. TS Dream: Ever travel? Me: Sometimes, I travel for work, Mistress. TS Dream: Cool. I've got to go for now but enjoy this video. A new video appeared. In it, a sub was on his back with his head near the edge of the bed. She stepped forward, grabbed her hard cock and slid it into his mouth. She put her hand on his chest and began fucking his mouth and throat. You could tell he was struggling with it but she kept fucking. After several thrusts, she pulled out and he gagged. She immediately pushed her cock back in. The video stopped. I was leaking. I snuck into the bathroom and immediately jerked off to the videos that she had sent me. This continued over several weeks. We would chat and she would send me hot videos of her using subs. While she got me very horny, I also figured she was a fake. Sooner or later, she would ask for money. One day, work told me that they needed me to travel to Washington DC for a conference in a couple of months. It sounded like the conference would be busy with me working a booth during the days. The conference would run Monday through Thursday. I asked work if I could spend a few extra days if I paid for the hotel for the extra time. They agreed and I decided that I would go Saturday through Saturday. This gave me Saturday night and all day Sunday and then Thursday night and all day Friday to try to find some action. I immediately started my usual routine of checking out bbrts looking for guys. I focused on tops regardless of their status. I made note of several that I found interesting. I jumped on Telegram and posted in the groups about my travel hoping some sleazy tops might respond. I also sent a message to her: Me: Hello Mistress. How are you? TS Dream: Hello slut. Doing well. How are you? Me: Doing ok, Mistress. Just found out that work is sending me to DC in a few months. TS Dream: Really? When? Me: I will be flying in on Saturday, August 2nd and flying back on Saturday the 9th. The work commitments will be Monday-Thursday during the day or maybe extend into the early evening each day. TS Dream: Hmmm. I might be able to go to DC. Let me get back to you. Me: Thank you, Mistress. The next day, she sent me a message: TS Dream: Hello slut. How are you? Me: ok, Mistress. Just trying to get some stuff together for my trip. TS Dream: Still going? Me: Yes Mistress. Just finalizing my flights and hotel. TS Dream: Good. Here's the deal. I can make it to DC while you are there but I need some help. I figured this was coming. Here was the request for money. Me: Yes, Mistress? TS Dream: Yes slut. I am getting the cost for the train now. If possible, I can stay with you Saturday night and Sunday. I will take the train back Monday morning. Then, I can travel back to DC Thursday and stay with you until you leave on Saturday. Will that work for you? Me: Possibly, Mistress. Let me know once you have the cost and I will let you know. TS Dream: Yes slut. Talk soon. In the meantime, enjoy this video that I just recorded for you. A video popped up. I opened it. It was a POV video with her standing over the camera. She pulled her cock out and smacked it on the camera. "Soon, slut. This will be your point of view. You will be kneeling beneath me with my cock slapping on your face." She pointed the cock down at the camera and a drop of precum was at the tip. My mouth watered. "You will be licking this precum and getting my cock ready to breed you. Then, you will be mine, Greg." The video stopped. I was hard as a rock. She mentioned me by name. This could be real. Was there a chance this could actually happen? I jerked off that night to that video. The next day, she sent me a message. TS Dream: Good morning, slut. How are you? Did you like my video? Me: Yes Mistress. It was amazing. Thank you, Mistress. TS Dream: Good. I got some pricing for the trips. There is a train that leaves on the 2nd at 4:30 PM and gets to DC around 6:30 PM for $85. On the 4th, there is a train that leaves about 9:00 AM also for $85. Coming back around the same time on the 7th is $101 with the departure on the 9th is also $101. With those costs and Ubers, let's call it an even $500. Me: That's not bad at all, Mistress. I think I can make that happen. TS Dream: OK. Good. Do you have cashapp? Me: Yes Mistress. She sent her name and I immediately went on and sent her the money. TS Dream: Wow. You are fast, slut. Guess you are serious. I had my doubts but glad you proved me wrong. I will book these today and let you know once they are confirmed. Me: Thank you, Mistress. A couple of hours later, I checked Telegram and there was a picture from her. It was a screenshot of train ticket confirmations. There was also video from her. I opened it. Again, it was a POV video. She was standing over the camera with her hard cock just inches from the camera. "Thank you Greg for the money. I am excited to make you mine. I will be sending you rules and directions between now and then so that we can have an amazing time. First rule is that there will be no condoms. You will be taking my cock bareback. No exceptions." My cock was leaking again. The next day we chatting online again: TS Dream: Good morning, slut. How are you? Did you like the first rule? Me: Yes Mistress. Very much. TS Dream: Good. Today is your first assignment. I am sending you a link to a tool that will recommend a chastity cage for you. You will be wearing it while we are together. I don't want your useless clit to get in the way. Follow the steps and send me the size it recommends. I gulped. Me: Yes Mistress. It might take me until later until I can go through it. TS Dream: That's fine. Send it to me when you are done. She sent the link to a site. It looked like it would step me through measurements. Later that day, I had some time to go through it. On the first page, it asked me to measure the circumference of my shaft when flaccid. That was going to be tough since I was excited but I waited until it went down and measured it. I entered three inches on the site. Next, it wanted me to measure the length of my shaft when flaccid. I measured it and embarrassingly entered 2.5 inches (I'm a grower and not a shower). Next, it wanted me to measure around my cock and balls. I entered 7 inches into the site. It came back and told me that I needed a cage length of 2.25 inches with a base diameter of 2.23 inches. I went back to Telegram and gave her the dimensions. TS Dream: Thanks slut. You will be buying the pink nano cage from this site. Purchase it immediately. She sent me a link to a site. I went on and looked at the cage. It was pink silicone. I purchased it as instructed. Me: It's been purchased, Mistress. TS Dream: Good. Let me know when it arrives. A video popped up and I opened it. There was a sub that was kneeling on the floor. He was wearing a pick chastity cage. She was standing over him and flicking his cock with her foot. Her cock was hard. She stepped closer and put her cock in his mouth. He eagerly started sucking her. She grabbed him by his hair and started fucking his face. Then the video stopped. TS Dream: That will be you soon, slut. We chatted again the next day: TS Dream: Do you have butt plugs, slut? Me: Yes Mistress. I have small, medium, and a guess a little larger. TS Dream: Good. Do you do poppers? Me: Yes Mistress. Should I buy some new ones? TS Dream: Yes slut. You will need them. What are your thoughts about pictures and videos being taken? Me: I am fine with them, Mistress as long as I can't be identified. TS Dream: That's fine. I don't want you in a full mask but I have a mask that should obscure you enough. When we get closer to the date, I will want you to find some time to use the butt plugs. I won't want you to go bigger for too long though. I want you tight but not too tight to enjoy. Me: Yes Mistress. We continued to chat every day. I was so horny from our chats and couldn't wait until we could meet. About a week later, a package arrived in the mail. Once I had some private time, I opened it. It was the chastity cage. My hands trembled. I sent her a message. Me: The chastity cage just arrived Mistress. TS Dream: Good. Are you able to try it on now? Me: Yes Mistress. I am alone for a little bit. TS Dream: Good. Try it on and send me the picture once it is on. Me: Yes Mistress. I took it out of the package and looked at the directions. I fumbled with it but finally got it on. I had to struggle to not get hard. Eventually, I got it on. It was very snug. I took a picture and sent it to her. TS Dream: Very good slut. Now, take a picture in the mirror with you wearing it. I want you naked wearing just that. Also, I want your face in the picture. My hands shook. Me: Yes Mistress. I took off the rest of my clothes and stood in front of the mirror and took the picture. I sent it to her. TS Dream: Very good slut. Take off the chastity cage and don't wear it again. The next time you wear it will be when we are together. Starting tonight, for the next couple of weeks, whenever you can, wear the small butt plug for an hour. Let me know each day that you wear it. Me: Yes Mistress. For the next couple of weeks, I was able to wear the small butt plug for an hour or more almost every day. Each day, I reported back to her. TS Dream: You've been doing well with the butt plug but it is time to move up to the medium one. Same instructions as the small one. Me: Yes Mistress. After wearing the small one, the medium one made me feel fuller but I enjoyed it. Again, I was able to wear it almost every day and I reported in. Finally, the week arrived that I was scheduled to travel. By this point, I was crazy-horny. I had already packed most of my suitcase and had hidden my play gear with my clothes. TS Dream: Almost time for you to become mine, slut. Are you excited? Me: Yes Mistress. I am nervous and excited at the same time. TS Dream: Don't worry, slut. You know I will take good care of you. All you have to worry about is serving me. Me: Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. The day arrived for me to fly. I finished my packing, kissed my wife, and headed out the door. I checked my bag and chuckled to myself at what they will find if they check it. The flight was uneventful. I got off the plane and sent her a message. Me: I am in DC, Mistress. TS Dream: Good slut. When you get checked in, perform a full douching. I want you squeaky clean. Me: Yes Mistress. I got my bag and grabbed an Uber to the hotel. I checked in and headed up to my room. I sent a message to my wife that I had arrived. I checked the time. It was 4:30p. I grabbed my douche kit and immediately started cleaning. In between, I watched the videos she had sent. I was so horny. My phone buzzed. TS Dream: My train is here. I am grabbing an Uber to your hotel. Room number? Me: I'm in room 628, Mistress. TS Dream: Good slut. Be completely naked when I arrive. See you soon, slut. Me: Yes Mistress. My hands were shaking. I went and did one more quick douche to make sure that I was completely clean. Afterward, I grabbed a very quick shower to make sure everything was good. A few minutes after I got out, my phone buzzed. TS Dream: On my way up. Me: Yes Mistress My heart was pounding out of my chest. I paced around the room making sure everything was in order. I made sure everything was by the side of the bed. I turned off some of the lights. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I walked over, took a deep breath and opened it. She was standing there. She was even sexier than the pictures and videos. She was my height and was wearing long leather boots. She had a big smile on her face. I moved back and held the door for her. She stepped inside and I closed the door behind her. "Kneel, slut." I immediately dropped to my knees, placed my hands behind my back and looked down. "Good slut. Stay there." She walked to the bathroom and closed the door but I remained in position. A few minutes later, she returned. "Look up at me, slut." I lifted my head and looked up. It was just like the POV video. Her hard cock popped up and it was inches away from my face. I saw a drop of precum at the tip. "Get that precum, slut." I stuck out my tongue and she moved forward. I eagerly licked the tip to taste her precum. It was delicious. Her cock spasmed. She moved forward again and put the head in my mouth. I licked it again and it spasmed again. "Suck the head, slut." I closed my mouth around her cock and started to suck. Her cock continued to spasm. She put her hands on both sides of my face and pushed her cock in. Her cock hit the back of my throat and I felt like I was going to gag. She pulled back slightly and then pushed again. I continued to try to suck and fight off the urge to gage. She pulled back again. "Don't want to do too much, slut. I saved my load for a week so I could deposit it in your manpussy." She stepped back and headed over to the bed. "Come here, slut. Time to secure your useless clit." I crawled over to the side of the bed and remained on the floor. She sat down on the edge. She checked out the chastity cage while she moved her foot around my cock and balls. My cock grew. "Look at that clit grow. That will be the last time it is free for a bit, slut. Stand up." I stood up and kept my hands behind my back. She roughly grabbed my cock. It was so tight that it started to hurt. It made my cock start to shrink. Once it shrunk down a bit, she worked to secure me inside the chastity cage. Once it was fully on, she locked the cage. It was very tight. She took one of the keys from the ring. She took off the necklace she had around her neck and placed the key on the necklace. "There. That's better. You will be wearing this cage all week. For the other key, I am going to hide it in the room somewhere. I will only tell you where it is if there is an emergency and you need to take it off while I am away. Be aware that it better be an emergency for me to let you take it off. Understand, slut?" "Yes Mistress." "Good slut. Now suck me some more." I knelt back down and moved forward and took her hard cock into my mouth. The head of her cock had a lot of precum on it which I eagerly licked. A bottle was put under my nose. "Inhale." I inhaled in my left nostril. The bottle was immediately moved to my right nostril. "Inhale." I inhaled in my right nostril. "Good slut. Time to put this mask on. I need to video some of this." I continued to suck her hard cock. I felt something sliding over my head. It felt like a blindfold but larger - almost like a hood but it didn't go past my nose. Then, she pulled something and my eyes were uncovered. "Stop sucking and align the mask so you can still see." I pulled off her cock and adjusted the mask. I had to pull it down slightly to get it more over my head and I had to turn it slightly so my eyes were aligned. Once it felt right, I immediately went back to sucking. Her cock swelled again. "Such a good slut. I am going to love to break you in. Soon, you will be mine. Now stop sucking and get up on the bed on all fours." I stopped sucking. "Yes Mistress." I climbed on the bed and moved to the middle. I got into position. I felt her climb on the bed behind me. She tossed a bottle of poppers in front of me. "Inhale left nostril and hold it." I grabbed the bottle, opened it, plugged my right nostril, brought it to my left nostril and took a deep inhale and held it. "Well slut. Here we are as promised. You have agreed to meet me, right, slut?" I exhaled. "Yes Mistress." "I did not coerce you in any way, right, slut?" "Yes Mistress. I have chosen to give myself to you as part of my own free will." "Inhale right nostril and hold." I switched sides and inhaled in my right nostril and held. "You told me that you wanted it bareback, right, slut?" I exhaled. "Yes Mistress. I wanted it bareback, Mistress." "You understand the risks of bareback sex, right, slut?" "Yes Mistress. I understand and accept all risks of bareback sex, Mistress." I heard her squirt lube on her cock and she started to rub it up and down my crack. "You told me before that you are HIV negative and not on prep, right, slut?" "Correct Mistress. I have never been on prep." She started to touch the head of her hard cock on my fuckhole. "You understand that since you are not on prep, you are highly susceptible to becoming poz, right, slut?" "Yes Mistress. I am neg and understand and accept all risks including becoming poz, Mistress." The tip of her cock was right at the entrance of my fuckhole. "If I told you that I was poz, would you tell me to stop?" "No Mistress. I would tell you to fuck me bareback and breed me." "OK. Tell me that." "Please fuck me, Mistress. Breed me." She started to push her hard cock inside me. Inch by inch, it slid in me. Her cock was perfect. It filled me up with very little pain. She stopped once she was all the way inside me. "There you go, slut. My cock is all the way in your manpussy. This is your last chance to change your mind." "Please fuck me, Mistress. Make me yours." "You got it." She started to pull back slightly and then pushed in again slowly. Over and over again. "Here. Take this camera and film me from the front." I took her phone in my hand and aimed it back until you could see part of my face with her behind me thrusting in and out. It was hot to watch from this angle. I could see the pleasure on her face as she started to pick up the pace. Her thrusts continued to pick up speed. She was building up to her orgasm. I started to squeeze her cock with my manpussy. "Ahhh. Such a good slut. Here comes my poz load, slut. You are mine now." I squeezed tightly and felt her cock swell. spurt spurt spurt spurt spurt. I was in ecstacy and struggled to hold the camera. The look of satisfaction on her face sent me into submissive heaven. "Thank you, Mistress." "Thank you, slut. Hand me the phone." I handed the phone back to her as she pulled her cock from my manpussy. "Time to clean my cock." She moved around in front of my face. I opened my mouth and she slid her half-hard cock in my mouth. I started sucking. I could taste the mixture of cum, lube, and my ass on her cock. "That was a fun beginning."

It was Monday, and I was looking forward to what Grant had in store for the five of us that night. It had taken some doing for Bret and Justin to both be free too, but they’d managed it and we were going to be able to have our first group session in forever. We had watched some of the videos Grant had sent us as the inspiration for tonight’s scene, and we were all getting fucking horny about it. I went over to the other flat to see how things were going, and was surprised to find Matas and another older guy there working with Pavel, with no sign of Jonas or Gheorghe. “They sick” Matas said. “This my brother Benas.” The other man nodded to me, and I immediately saw the similarity in the face and build. This was probably the uncle that also fucked Jonas, and I got hard imagining myself being used by both of the silver daddies. But my mind was also busy with the realisation that their boy might be converting, along with the hunky Romanian foreman. I sent a message out to our group chat to let everyone know, and then ignored my phone as it repeatedly buzzed in my pocket as the two older men went out to the balcony to smoke leaving me alone with Pavel. “Don’t worry” I said to him, “it will happen for you too.” “I know” he said, smiling a little bit as he carried on working. “I am looking forward to it.” “It’s kind of rough” I said, speaking from experience. “I no care” he said, showing that he still got things wrong with English despite being so good with the language. “I want it.” I wanted to give the guy a hug, but decided against it as we were clearly in view of the older guys outside. So instead I just had a look around the rest of the flat, pleased to see the larger bedroom was finished, before I said my goodbyes to the three of them and then left. Once I was outside I checked my phone, where there had been a lot of chat. Bret sent lots of celebration emojis, whilst Kane and Justin both said they were going to try to see the guys who they had probably converted. Kieron was worried about Pavel, so I gave him a quick call and let him know his possibly-lover was fine but he should reach out to him. I stopped by the Nisa to see a middle aged woman working at the till, a sure sign Will was gone, whilst Clive was stacking the shelves in a way that made me think he was angry. I bought what I needed and got out without talking to him, and then went home to relax for a bit. Bret was there by himself, so we had a nice couple of hours of ‘being boring’ together which I knew he loved. We made some food and ate together at the kitchen table, and then relaxed in each other’s arms on the sofa gorming at the TV. But we were interrupted by the buzzer, which Bret went to answer. He stayed in the hall to open the door, and after a little while he came back into the lounge with a big grin on his face holding a well-wrapped box. “Come on” he said, before turning round and walking off to the kitchen. I was really comfy, but reluctantly hauled myself up and followed him. He was starting to cut all the tapes with a knife, and I watched as he worked himself through the box and two more padded bags inside. Then he peered inside and grinned again, before reaching in and pulling out his new enormous chain. He set it down on the table with a crash, and began to get it unwrapped from the plastic around it. I just stared in awe at it, as it looked even bigger than the picture he’d showed me. When it was all unwrapped he quickly took off his smaller one, and then lifted the giant accessory up and put it on. “What do you think bruv?” he asked, smiling at me. “Fuck me” I said. He dashed off to the bathroom to look at his reflection, and I joined him in there. “So fucking hot” I said. “I know” he replied, grinning. “Feels fucking awesome.” “Fuck me” I said again. “Glad you like it” he replied. “No” I said. “I mean, yes, but what I wanted is for you to fuck me.” Our eyes met in the mirror, and pure lust came over his face. He then turned and grabbed me by my T-shirt, pushing me backwards towards our room. He threw me down on the bed, lifted my legs and yanked down my shorts and trunks. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the table and pushed some into my hole as he got his own jeans and boxers off, then I opened my legs and invited him in. We were both so horned up that there was no foreplay, but I didn’t care about being penetrated without any preparation. It hurt, but I needed my hunky brother inside me. He began to fuck as soon as he was in me, leaning over me with his huge new chain rocking back and forth between us. It was fast and rough, and everything I fucking needed in that moment. He bred me after only a couple of minutes, and immediately pulled out and got on all fours on his bed. I launched myself up, jammed a couple of lubed fingers into his hole, and then ploughed into him. I barely lasted any longer than he had, fucking him senseless as he moaned like crazy. “Fucking hell” he said. “Gonna have to keep ordering bigger chains.” I laughed out loud, before planting my lips on his for a deep kiss. “You wanna see what else I bought?” he asked with a smirk, after we pulled apart. “Bruv, what the fuck?” I asked, wondering what else he had done. We got off the bed and walked back to the kitchen, cum dripping out of both of us. He went back to the table and threw all the rubbish over towards the bin. That left two smaller padded bags he hadn’t opened, which he attacked with the knife until he was inside both. He reached in and pulled out a huge gold bracelet from one and a silver one from the other, just like the ones he had already bought for him and Justin. He got them unwrapped, then undid his smaller bracelet and replaced it with the new big silver one. “Bret…” I began saying. “I know, I know” he said. “But fuck it. I wanted to match, and Justin just looks unbalanced with only one on.” “You’re crazy” I said. “I know” he said, looking up at me and grinning. “But I love you” I added. “And yes, you do look fucking hot with them both on.” “Love you two bruv” he said, stepping over to me and giving me a kiss. “I promise, this is it for now.” “What are you going to do with your old stuff?” I asked. “Dunno” he said. “Might just keep it.” “Would it be OK…” I said, then stopped. “What?” he asked. “Well, you know that guy Will from the Nisa?” I said. “You mean Aimee’s hot ex-boyfriend that you’re pozzing?” he said with a smirk. “Yeah” I replied, finding myself blushing. “He would look so fucking hot in a bit more bling. He’s got the ear studs and big watch already, and…” “Bruv” Bret said, smiling. “Take it. But on one condition.” “What’s that?” I asked. “I wanna fuck him too” he said. I smiled at Bret, and nodded. Then I got an idea, and pulled out my phone. I called Will, putting it on speaker as it rang. When he answered there was heavy breathing, and he took a while to speak. “Hey” he panted. “Mate” I said, “you getting fucked?” “Yeah” he replied. “Park.” I laughed out loud. “Get that load” I said, “then get the fuck over to my dad’s place. Got a surprise for you.” “OK” he panted, before I hung up. “Today?” Bret asked. “Grant just needs our holes tonight” I said, “and we’ve got loads of time before we have to go.” “Well, OK then” Bret said, smirking. “Guess we’re fucking a hot jock first then.” He went off to the bathroom again to admire himself, while I cleared all of the packing stuff and tore up the box for the recycling. I then went into the bathroom, and put my arms around Bret from behind. I was hard as a rock again and would normally have bent him over and ploughed into his amazing arse, but I knew I had to save it for Will. “Are there any jobs going at the gym?” I asked him. “Yeah, actually, there’s going to be one soon as Ewan is moving” Bret replied. “Why? Are you sick of the pub or something?” “No, not for me” I said. “For Will.” “Oh, right” Bret responded. “Clive sacked him after he broke up with Aimee” I said. “I know he goes to a gym a lot, so he’d probably pick it all up really quickly.” “OK” said Bret. “Let me talk to him after we’ve bred him, and then I’ll see about putting in a word for him.” “Thanks” I said, squeezing him a little. “You know, he’d probably take on some of your duties to give you a break.” “Good point” said Bret, grinning. “It would be nice to do some personal training and shit like that sometimes.” “You love it” I chuckled. “You make out like it’s hard sometimes, but you love it.” “You got me bruv” he laughed. “Yeah, I do fucking love it, but it would still be nice to do some actual gym stuff too.” Will arrived shortly after, and I made him strip naked like we both were by that point. Bret definitely liked what he saw, like a shorter version of his own muscled body, and he was really quick to grab his old chains and put them on Will. “Seriously?” Will asked. “On loan mate” Bret said. “But I’m fucking happy for a hot stud like you to be wearing them.” Will blushed, and we took him to the bathroom so he could see how he looked. This time I did get to bend a hot stud over the sink and fuck him, loving how full of cum his hole already was after however many hours he’d been bent over at the gloryhole that day, and Bret then gave him a really hard pounding in the same position. We rested for a drink and cigarette by the kitchen window, and then we brothers gave him his first ever double-fuck on my bed. He had taken so much cock that day he was easily loose enough for us, and he fucking loved it so much that we managed a second one later on. But then it was time for us to get ready, so after putting him in the shower we sent him on his way, loving how he looked now all blinged-up. We got some photos of him before he left to show Grant, but I knew it was a no-brainer as the guy was seriously fucking hot, was both a hungry bottom and a skilled top, and I knew he’d love showing his body off in vids. Bret was sold, and messaged his boss about the upcoming vacancy saying he knew someone eager and well used to gyms who he thought would be perfect. Justin and the twins all came back from seeing to their other men. Kane had taken care of Jonas and only left when it was likely the guy’s father and uncle would be home, and Justin had been round at Gheorghe’s all day looking after the hunk while apparently fucking a few more loads into him. Kieron had been at the flat supposedly supervising, but taking the opportunity during the lunch break to whisk Pavel off to the park to fuck him in the bushes for a bit. They were all a bit tired, so we did some rounds of rum and coke while not being too worried as we would not need a lot of energy for what Grant had lined up for us. Bret’s new chain was working well to get everyone a bit horny, and Justin was rock hard once the additional gold bracelet was brought out for him to put on. The venue was another old warehouse, where Grant had commissioned some carpenters to build a set that he planned to use for a whole new series of videos. As his biggest stars we were going to debut it, but he was planning to get the uni housemates there and then see about doing things with other groups. He had taken inspiration from, or just almost outright copied, the Czech Gay Fantasy videos he had sent us links to, but made it all a lot bigger so there could be up to six guys getting fucked. He knew his audience, so he hadn’t bothered with the gloryholes for sucking or rimming, just getting four big ones done for missionary and two for the bottom to be bent over on his front. All the ‘cells’ had thick padded leather straps on the outside wall for securing ankles, and optional ones on the inside for securing wrists, with access from the back for him to do this if that’s what was going to be happening to the bottom in each one. He had got the wood properly finished and painted so it looked a bit more classy than the Czech version, but it was otherwise pretty similar. My dick got hard the minute we walked inside and saw it all. Grant had decided he wanted us four Ballards in missionary, with Justin’s incredible muscle arse on display in one of the ‘bent over’ cells. We brothers all had our hands free, with ashtrays, lighters and packs of cigarettes being provided for us in the cells, but Justin was put into the wrist cuffs in his with his arms stretched forward. Grant assured him that he would occasionally light him up a cigarette, and would bring him poppers whenever he needed them. Justin was fine though, as his hole was starting to go through another super-needy phase now that Gheorghe was out of action. It was seriously hot for us all to start taking cock without being able to see who was fucking us. Grant had encouraged us all, and particularly us brothers, to talk to each other throughout the shoot while the tops were asked to not speak and just growl or pant as they bred us. There was a bit of chat amongst all four of us, but mostly it was me and Bret telling each other about the size of the cock or speed of the fucking we were taking, with the twins similarly pairing up to compare notes. Justin, meanwhile, was just moaning and groaning like the hungry crazed cumdump that he was these days. While we brothers all got rimmed and fingered a bit, I think guys were just slamming into Justin and fucking him senseless which of course he would have loved. It went on for hours, and yet it was really kind of relaxing in a way too. Our legs were suspended up above the big gloryholes, and the padding in the cells was really comfortable to lie on. There were a couple of small pillows in each one if we wanted to raise our heads or support our backs in a different position occasionally, but mostly we could just lie there and be ploughed. The tops were never going to be able to double-fuck us, so it was only when one of us took something pierced or particularly big that there was any straining or need for poppers. I loved lying there, smoking the occasional cigarette, taking sips of rum and coke from the bottles Grant had given us, and chatting to Bret about the fucks we were taking. I knew how hot this was all going to look on film, and really looked forward to seeing my gorgeous brother’s muscles rippling when I finally got to watch it myself. It was about 3am when things wrapped up, and after the tops had gone Grant released us one by one. Bret, Kane and Kieron looked as relaxed as I felt, almost like we’d all just got off a massage table, but Justin was stiff and aching after being bent over for so long, and was also walking a bit bow-legged. “That hole of yours satisfied yet?” Bret asked him with a grin. “You’d fucking think it would be” Justin growled. “I hurt like a motherfucker, but no, not done yet.” We put him in one of the missionary cells, and Grant joined the four of us in fucking a load each into Justin’s gaping and sloppy hole. But still, that night back at the flat, me and Bret lay on my bed and cuddled as we fell asleep while Justin plundered himself with the biggest dildo we owned. The next morning Bret ordered a heavy-duty fuck-machine to go in our new flat. “There’s no fucking way we can keep up with his needs” he chuckled to me, after showing me what he’d ordered. “May as well get some technology involved!” Grant had practically salivated at the pictures of Will, so I got on with organising things for his debut. Grant said no audition was necessary as he trusted our judgement, so we began making plans for his first shoot. It was initially going to be a gangbang with a load of guys like we had all had, but then Grant changed his mind and said he wanted it to be just the Ballards, not even Justin. He appeased our hunky policeman by saying he was going to do a double-penetration gangbang video with him after, and Justin stunned us all by how he asked me to reply to Grant. “Tell him I won’t wear a mask” he said. “You sure?” Bret asked, putting his hand on our boyfriend’s back. “Yes” said Justin. “Fuck it. The divorce is final next week, and then I’m fucking coming out at work. After that, if someone sees the video and reports me then fine, but I bet they wouldn’t have the fucking balls to admit to watching gay porn.” “True” I said, before smirking at him. “Besides, you might gain a fuckbuddy or two from within the police.” He laughed. “Nah” he said. “Time to get fucking tattooed properly too. Anyone who knows anything will know I’m fucking toxic.” I wasn’t so sure, and kind of hoped some other gay copper did come out of the woodwork, but for now it was hot to see Justin deciding to be so open about who he is. I still kind of worshipped the guy like I had as a kid, but now he was partly mine, partly Bret’s, and absolutely one of the hottest guys on the fucking planet. But still, as he ordered the four of us into the bathroom one by one to fuck a load into his insatiable hole despite how tired we all were, I also hoped the new machine was delivered soon!

I'm just a stupid fucking faggot lusting for AIDS in my butt. The bug has fully taken over my brain and dick. All I can think about is getting pozzed, and it makes me constantly horny. I literally can only shoot a massive load if I'm thinking about poz conversions. The loads are always too huge to refuse, I simply HAVE to think about getting HIV deep inside of me 🥵🐷😈

Part 2 - Another breeder I continued to suck her cock as she pulled the mask off. "Enough of the mask for now. I got what I wanted to film initially. There will be more later. For now, I want you this way." She grabbed my hair and started to pull my head into her growing cock until my mouth was at the base of her cock. I started to panic as I felt like I was going to gag. I started to squirm and she pushed my head back until just the head was in my mouth. My panic eased. "Let's go again." She pulled my head until I was at the base of her cock again. "Relax. You will get used to it." I tried to relax but started to feel panic. She pulled back slightly again and then pushed again until I was at the base of her cock. This time, I was able to stay at the base longer before I started to gag. Again, she pulled back. She waited less time for me to adjust before pushing her cock back into my throat. Again, I tried to relax for as long as I could until I started to feel the panic again. This time, she didn't pull back until I started to really squirm and then she pulled back. I gagged and she immediately pushed back into my throat and held me firmly by the back of my head. "You are learning to be a good cocksucker. By the end of the week, you will be an expert." With that, she released my head and pulled her cock out. "Get on your back, slut. Legs up." I moved back and turned over on my back as she moved around me. She got in between my legs and moved close. She started to smack my caged cock with her engorged cock. "Look slut. See my real cock smacking your useless clit." I looked down in awe of her amazing cock compared to mine. She pulled back a little and pushed my leg back and she lined up her cock with my fuckhole. "Ready to get bred again, slut?" Before I could answer, she pushed the tip of her cock in. "Yes Mistress." "Good slut. Not like you had a choice anyway." She chuckled as she pushed the rest of her cock into my fuck hole. She moved in closer until her body was over mine. He face towered over me. "Open your mouth, slut." I opened it and she immediately spit into my mouth. "Swallow the first of many juices you will be getting from me, slut." A big smile came over her face as I eagerly swallowed. She started to slowly fuck me. Her cock felt amazing inside me. She released my legs and brought her hands on either side of my face. She stared down at me as she continued to fuck me. She had a look of satisfaction on her face. She brought her hands to my throat and squeezed slightly. I didn't feel any panic - just lust. Her gaze became more intense and her grip tightened as her fucking became more frantic. "Take my precious seed, slut!" She squeezed tight enough to cut off my air as she slammed hard into me. Her eyes closed tightly. She was overwhelmed in ecstasy. I started to panic as she let go of my throat. I gasped. She stayed still for a moment and then slowly pulled out. "Turn over on your stomach, slut." I turned over until I was flat on my stomach. She moved off the bed and returned. She spread my ass cheeks and I felt her poking my fuckhole. Then, she pushed something in. It was a buttplug. "Gotta keep those loads in there, slut." "Thank you, Mistress." "Relax for a few minutes, slut. I've got to clean up." "Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." I felt her climb off the bed and heard her close the door on the bathroom. I laid there and thought back to what had happened so far. I got bred twice and her loads were still in me. She told me that she was poz. Was that true? Was she just saying that to increase the intensity? Even if she is poz, she is probably on meds. What if she's not? Doesn't mean that I will catch it. Should I tell her that I can't do this any more? Would she understand? But it was hot. I really enjoyed it. "What do you think, slut?" I realized that I didn't hear the question. "Uhh. I'm sorry, Mistress. Can you repeat the question?" She chuckled. "Of course, slut. I said that I am hungry and we should get something delivered. Do you want room service or something else?" "Ahh. Whatever you wish, Mistress." "OK. Let's get something else. Let's see what is around." I got off the bed and grabbed my phone off the side table. I sat on the side of the bed and she sat down next to me. She was wearing a black latex bra and skirt. I opened Uber Eats and we looked through the various choices. We both chose something we wanted and I placed the order. "Looks like we have about an hour. In the meantime, what hookup apps do you have on your phone, slut?" "I have Grindr, Sniffies, and BarebackRT." "OOOH. You are a slut." "OK. First we are going to place a party ad on BarebackRT. Then, we are going to browse the other apps. After we eat and get prepped again, we are going to keep this party going. Lots of tops out there need to be serviced." "Yes Mistress." I logged into BBRT on my phone and went to the party ads. She told me what to put. "submissive bb btm slut with multiple loads already in my fuckhole needing more. Come to my hotel and breed me. Dump and go welcome. No loads refused. " I submitted the ad and immediately got an invitation request. It was from Mistress. I immediately accepted it. "There. That way they know I am here too. Now, let's check out the apps." I opened up Grindr and Sniffies and checked out who was around. There were some interesting looking guys but who knows. "Some decent possibilities. We will pursue them more once we eat. While we will be focusing on getting you bred, don't be surprised if I breed or get bred too. Understand that while I may allow someone to breed me, you will not be getting that luxury. You will be bottoming only. Also, after I leave, I want you to keep trying to get bred this week. I also want you to tell me about it each day. Only rules tonight and for the rest of the week are: 1. no condoms allowed - bareback only. 2. no loads refused. You should willingly accept anyone that wants to breed you. 3. the cage stays on at all times. 4. you are not allowed to cum unless you have an orgasm from being fucked only Understand, slut?" "Yes Mistress." "Good. How long until food is here?" "Looks like it will be any minute, Mistress." "OK. Slip on pants and a shirt. No underwear and go get it." "Yes Mistress." I pulled on my pants and shirts and slipped into my shoes. I grabbed my wallet, phone, and room key and headed down to meet the driver. I met the driver outside the hotel, grabbed the food and headed back up to the room. I rode the elevator upstairs, walked to my room, used my key and went back into the room. Mistress was working on her phone. "Welcome back, slut. Might have some leads for a little later. Until then, let's eat." I took the food out of the bag and set it up on the desk. She came over, sat in the chair and started eating. "Eat enough but not too much. Need you to have energy but not get sick as well." "Yes Mistress." We made casual chat while we ate. We both ate about a third of our meals and stopped. I put the remaining food into the fridge. "Grab your laptop slut. I want to watch some porn while we rest." "Yes Mistress." I grabbed my laptop and brought it over. "Go to barebackbastards site and search for verbal pozzing" I opened the site and used those search terms. We started watching some of the videos. "By the end of the week, I hope we can upload a few to the site with that theme." "Yes Mistress." My phone beeped. It was a message from Grindr. "You looking?" I showed it to Mistress. She told me what to respond. "Yes Sir. I have two loads in me and looking for more." His message disappeared. Obviously, a fake. I checked BBRT. There was a message. "I saw your party ad. I am not much for groups but would love to breed your pussy." I clicked on his profile. He had several pictures showing off a skinny body with a decent looking cock. For HIV status, it said "Ask me." "Reply to his message, slut. Invite him over and give him your number." I went back to his message and hit reply. "Hello Sir. I would love for you to come by my hotel room and breed me. Please text me." I gave him my cellphone number. A couple of minutes later, I got a text message. "Hey slut. We are chatting online." "Hello Sir. How are you?" "Horny slut. I need a pussy to breed asap." "Yes Sir. My pussy is available for you to breed." I sent him my hotel information. "Not too far, slut. I will be there shortly." "Thank you, Sir. My Mistress is staying in the room with me. She can participate or not. Let me know." "She can definitely prep me and watch me breed you." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." "I will let you know once I get to the hotel, slut. Be ready." I showed Mistress the phone. "I see that you didn't ask his status." "No Mistress. Should I?" "It doesn't matter. He is coming here to breed you. That's your role. To give yourself to any and all tops to breed you." "Yes Mistress. That is my role." She handed me one of the bottles of poppers. "I want you to take 5 short sharp breaths in your left nostril. After that last inhalation, I want you to hold it until I tell you to release." I untwisted the top and held it to my left nostril. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. I held the last inhalation. "Keep holding." I started to grow uncomfortable. "When you exhale, I want to you immediately repeat with the right nostril. Ready?" I shook my head in acknowledgement. "OK. Exhale and inhale." I exhaled and immediately inhaled with my right nostril. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. I held the last inhalation. My head was spinning. "Keep holding." I started to grow uncomfortable again. "Keep holding. You can do it." I shook my held in acknowledgement. "This time, you will exhale and immediately take a deep inhalation in your left nostril and hold it. Ready?" I shook my held in acknowledgement. "Good. Exhale and inhale." I exhaled and immediately took a deep breath in my left nostril. The poppers totally filled my lungs. My head was really spinning now. I held it. "You did well slut. You can exhale now." I exhaled and tried to catch my breath. My phone buzzed. I had a text message. He was here. I sent him the room number. "Get up the bed slut. I want you in doggie position. Head down. Ass up. Keep those poppers handy." I climbed up on the bed and got in position in the middle of the bed. I heard a knock on the door and the door opened and closed. "Welcome Sir. Your fuckhole is ready for you to breed. The buttplug is holding two of my loads in him but he is ready otherwise." "Good. I love to breed a cum-filled hole. Suck my cock and get it ready to breed him." I heard what sounded like pants hit the floor then I heard the unmistakable sounds of a cock being sucked. "MMMMMMM. Good. You definitely know what you are doing. I may need to give you one of my loads sometime. Time for the main event." I heard someone walking closer and then felt someone get on the bed behind me. "Come take this buttplug out." I felt someone else climb on the bed. "Spread your asscheeks, slut." I reached back and spread my asscheeks. I felt her pull the buttplug from my tight hole. Then, I felt something at my lips. "Open slut. You need to clean this buttplug." I opened my mouth and she inserted the buttplug. I sucked it a little before she removed it. At the same time, I felt him behind me and his cock slide in my crack. I felt a finger close my left nostril. "Inhale the poppers slut." I inhaled deeply and held it. She closed that nostril so both were closed. I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my fuckhole. She released my right nostril. "Inhale again, slut." I inhaled and she immediately closed both nostrils again. I felt him push his hard cock into me until he was fully in me. She released both nostrils and I gasped. I felt his strong hands grab my hips and slowly withdraw his cock a little bit and then push back into me firmly. His cock felt amazing. It was the perfect thickness and length. He took long slow, firm strokes. "Such a nice pussy. Did you tell me what his status was?" "He was negative when he got into town." "Is he on prep?" "Nope." "ooooh. Hard to find fertile negative pussy. Everyone is on meds these days. Well. Almost everyone is on meds with some obvious exceptions." He laughed. He continued to pick up the pace. She closed my left nostril again and held the poppers under my right nostril. "Inhale, slut." I inhaled deeply and she immediately closed both nostrils. His strokes began to get shorter and harder. She released my left nostril. I immediately inhaled the poppers again and she closed that nostril. His grip tightened on my ass and pushed hard. I felt his cock swell in me and spurt after spurt of cum fill me. He held still for several moments and then slowly pulled out. "Thanks for the inviting pussy. How long is he in town?" "He's here all week but I will be coming and going." "Good. I want to hit that ass more this week. I want to make sure my potent poz seed takes." "Sure thing. I will make sure he is available for your use each night." "Thanks." I felt him climb off the bed and go over to the door. I heard the rustling of clothes being put on and then he walked out the door.

Thanks for all the lovely comments. Here’s the next part… 😊 Shane said he still felt a bit crap, but he was past the worst of it so I went to see him. He was a bit weak, but had enough energy to wrap his arms round me at the door of his flat after buzzing me into the building. “Thank you” he whispered. “You might just have Covid” I said, causing him to chuckle. “Yeah” he replied. “Or the plague.” “Let’s make sure” I said, pulling out a home test kit I’d brought. Not too much later, he was lying back on the bed looking up at me as I pushed myself up and down on his cock, glad to finally be the bottom with him. That first poz load of his was going to be mine, even if I was having to do all the work for it given how tired he still was. He was asleep by the time I left him, as I headed off to meet up with Zac. “I broke up with her the next morning” Zac said, after I’d asked about his girlfriend. “I just told her I was gay.” “How’d she take that?” I asked. “She smiled and said that she knew” he replied. “Told me it was fun helping me get there.” I laughed as he grinned, pleased he’d not had a shitshow getting out of that relationship. “And the other guys?” I asked. “Fucking hell man” he said. “If they’re not fucking me then they’re using dildos on their own arses.” “That’s new” I said. “Isn’t it?” “As far as I knew I was the only one who did that to myself” he said. “But now they’re all at it, when they’re not at me.” “This is going to be easier than I thought” I laughed. “I know” he said. “They are all so up for being fucked properly, I’m sure of it.” “Pozzed?” I asked, lowering my voice. “I dunno” he said. “But if you showed up with your brothers I reckon they’d all take your cocks without thinking about it.” “Hot” I said, “but that’s not how we do things.” “Fair enough” he replied. “Guess I’ll have to talk to them or something.” We both took a couple of sips of our beers, but he looked a little antsy. “Luke, can I have a cigarette?” he asked me. “Sure” I said, standing up and picking up my beer. He did the same, and followed me outside. We lit up as we leaned against the wall, our pints on a windowsill of the pub, but I waved him away when he tried to hand me back the cigs and lighter. “Keep ‘em” I said. “Got more in my pocket.” “Thanks” he replied, giving me a cute smile. “So” I said, “what about you?” “Me?” he asked. “Well, you’re clearly getting plenty of loads” I said, “but you getting any poz fucks?” He shook his head, and looked down. “No” he said. “I haven’t been with anyone other than my housemates.” “You having second thoughts?” I asked. “No!” he quickly replied. “No. I want it. But, I dunno, I just get kind of nervous about trying to hook up or whatever.” I took a deep inhale of my cig as I looked at him. “Happy to do the honours again mate” I said, “and there’s someone I know who might like to join in. But maybe we’ll save my brothers for when we get your housemates involved.” He gave me a nervous smile, and nodded. “Yes please” he said. “I’d like to do something again.” That was how I ended up back at Shane’s place a few days later, kneeling on his bed as Zac hungrily licked my cock clean. I’d put a poz load in his muscular hole, and now Shane was ploughing him hard as he got ready to add a second. He was well up for the hot hunky student being the first guy he gifted, and Zac was both relaxed about being with a friend of mine while also being turned on by Shane himself. I reckoned there might be plenty more breedings just with the two of them after, which worked for me as I was starting to get into the idea of doing something with Will. Gheorghe was Justin’s project now, and the way they were going at each other I knew it had to happen soon. Bret was increasingly just wanting to be with only Justin and me after getting so much action at the gym, and Jonas and Pavel were well on their way to a positive future with the twins. Stopping in to see Will after the Dragon closed was now something I did every night. I even started waiting for him outside, and he’d sit and have a couple of cigarettes with me and maybe a can of G&T or something. I’d even touched my fingers on his arm, pretending to admire his full-sleeve ink under the light of the street lamp, and had got off on how it made him tremble. Two nights after introducing Zac to Shane, I decided just to be forward. “Will” I said, as we sat on the wall with cigarettes and a bottle of rum we were passing back and forth. “I want to fuck you.” He didn’t say anything, just taking the bottle from me and gulping down a big swig. “I want you to fuck me too” I added. “OK” he whispered. “But I’m poz” I said. “I know” he replied. “You do?” I asked. “I know what the tattoos mean” he said. “I still want to fuck you” I said. He sat and stared ahead for a bit longer, took another big gulp of rum, and then turned to face me. “Then why are we still sitting here?” he said, before smiling. I wasn’t sure who else was at home, but I had seen Justin heading that way earlier while I was at the Dragon. That meant my flat was going to be empty, and with some pillows, bedding and blankets having been bought for the mattress, I figured that was the best place to go. I also knew Will lived over that side of the estate somewhere. So I stood up and took his hand, leading him off in that direction. He didn’t seem bothered about holding my hand while we walked, but it was dark and basically deserted so the risk of being seen by anyone he knew was low. He gripped me a bit tighter when we were in the lift at the block, so I was glad I still had the bottle of rum in my other hand to help with his nerves. After quickly showing him the place, we went out on the balcony to have a cigarette and some more rum. “I don’t even fucking smoke” he chuckled, as he lit up a second one. “You look hot like that” I said, and he grinned at me. When we went back inside I pulled off my T-shirt, and then turned to face him. He was staring at the biohazard on my torso, and then stepped closer to gently put his fingers on it. He traced it, and then just ran his fingers around it. “I don’t know why I want this” he whispered. “It’s OK” I softly said back. He then stepped away and pulled off his own tight T-shirt, finally revealing his amazing body. In addition to the one full-sleeve he had, there was a large tribal pattern on his pec that had always been hidden from me. His body was completely shaved, really allowing his muscles to pop, and I thought he just looked fucking amazing. After taking it all in I looked up at his face, and then stepped forward and ran my hand over the side of his head, stopping briefly to tap the big fake diamond stud in his ear. I then tapped the one in the other ear, which made him smile. I leaned in and put my lips on his, and he opened his mouth so we could kiss. “Luke” he whispered as we pulled apart, “I’ve never done anything with a guy before.” I took his hand and led him to the bedroom where the mattress had been placed, and then started to undo his jeans. He took over and hurriedly got them off along with his trainers, and I did the same. He was wearing tight CK trunks that were sexy as hell, but I wanted him naked. I put my fingers in the waistband and pushed them down, and he willingly let them drop and stepped out of them. He then did the same with my jock, before he put his hand round my hard cock. He held it, staring at it, and then rubbed it very gently. “I want to suck you and do all that other stuff” he said, “but I need this in me. Please.” I knew all too well what it was like to have your hole calling the shots, and I did not want to deny him what he needed. We could stay here all night, and there was plenty of time for him to explore everything there was to explore. But he wanted fucked and I wanted his negative cherry, so I got us down to business. He got onto the mattress on his knees then leant his head and chest down, giving me perfect access to his incredible muscle arse and eager virgin hole. I went to work on it, rimming and fingering him as he moaned the place down in lust. I gradually opened him up until I knew he was ready, and then I moved into position and put my cock against his hole. “You sure you want this poz cock inside you?” I asked. He responded by pushing himself up on all fours, and then looking sideways. “Fuck me” he growled. I began to push against him, and he seemed to know to push out to help let me in. I took it slow and steady, but he welcomed me in and even arched his back as he was penetrated for the first time. When I hit bottom he began to squeeze my dick with his hole, and I realised he did not want me to be gentle even though it was his first time. So I wasn’t. I began to just pound him hard knowing it must hurt, but he took it with lustful growls and moans. “You want me to breed you?” I yelled at him. “Fucking fill me up” he yelled back. “Fill you up with poz cum?” “Do it” he groaned. “Fucking do it all night!” I got him to fuck me once and he was damn good at it, but for the rest of the time we spent on that mattress he was filled with my cock and my toxic cum. He was insatiable, but with him being such a hot fucking jock I had no problem getting hard over and over again. He wanted me in there. He wanted my cum in there. He wanted my virus in there. For whatever reason, this football-loving gym-going girlfriend-having jock wanted me to permanently wreck his hole and infect him for life. “You know” I said, as we smoked out on the balcony watching the sun come up, “you can still go to a clinic or something this morning and get pills to stop this.” “Fuck that” he said, smiling. “The only thing I fucking want this morning is more of this.” “What about Aimee?” I asked. “Yeah” he said, sighing. “Guess that’s over.” “The Nisa too probably” I said. “Yeah” he said. “Back on the dole.” I reckoned Will might be right up Grant’s street, but I didn’t want to say anything about that without checking first. So instead I took him back inside and bent him over the kitchen counter to fuck one more poz load into him, before we both had showers. But he didn’t seem fussed about going home, something I did want to do myself, so I suggested we go to the petrol station to get coffee and then I’d show him something he might enjoy. We picked up some snacks there, and he bought a couple of packs of cigs too. Then I walked him up to the park and over to the old toilets, showing him the gloryhole. I waited with him, until some old man who was out walking his dog or something came in. I coughed to let him know someone was in the stall, while indicating to Will he should get ready. He was in luck, and I stood there and watched his face react as he took his first ever anonymous cock. I decided he was fine now, and left him there to enjoy whatever came along. I headed home, and quietly let myself in only to come face to face with Justin as he was just getting ready to go off to the station for an early shift. After getting over scaring the shit out of each other, he gave me a big kiss and told me he’d be back before I went to the Dragon, and then he was gone. I got myself a glass of water, and then quietly let myself into our room. Bret was asleep with a gap on the bed behind him, so I stripped down and gently got onto the mattress. He stirred as I put my arm around him, and took hold of my hand and pulled me in tighter before passing out again. I pressed my face against the top of his back, closed my eyes, and drifted off to happy thoughts about Will’s rocking body and exciting future.

So my partner and I added an extra day to our Dore Alley trip so we could attend a Furry/Pup sex party tonight. It was good but a little clicky as there were a lot of groups of 3-4 that were hanging out together which made it a little awkward to approach guys. Still my partner got two loads on him and I played with my partner and really cute twink in a red doggo fursuit head. I saw him chatting with a guy and the guy wanted him to get up on a table where two other bottoms were getting fucked. There really wasn't room so he told the guy he could get up there and the guy dipped out. The Twink saw me and complemented my outfit (I was in pup gear and harness over one of vinyl torso suits). We started running our hand over each other for a few minutes with me focusing on his nipples and grabbing his ass. Eventually he reached for my cock which was hard. I moved his tail out of the way and ran my hand along his crack, my finger feeling for his hole. I found it was lubed up, possibly even wet with a load in it already. I ran my finger over the hole and pressed against it. He moaned, slide his tail out of the way and turned around. My cock was dry cause I had washed it off after fucking my partner cause I washed all the lube off it and my hands. So I squeezed some lube into my cock and entered him as he stood in front of me. I fucked him for about ten minutes, shot my load in him, and then thanked him. My partner was waiting so I we left. So load 1 delivered for this year's Dore Alley trip.

(TL:DR - I came in a tight ass in the dark room and left early cause I was tired and sleepy) Last night I went to Cumunion ATL early (8pm) and while I tried to hang the whole night I ended up leaving by 11pm. After working an 8hr shift in the sun and losing sleep the night before trying to fix a work related emergency I was very tired and sleepy but decided to go to Cumunion ATL anyway. I type this while still tired. I dawned my pup gear and cruised the 3-floored maze but I was sleepy minutes after entering. The first time I entered the top level dark room some grabbed me and started tugging my dick. What started out as a bj quickly escalated to fuck but I didn't want to shoot so early so I fucked for a while and backed off. I sucked a lot of dick and took in the ass several times but no happy trails as well. Found myself snoozing in the dark rooms and gloryhole halls between sucking and getting fucked. One hidden spot I kept returning to get rest at had a guy getting throat fucked on one of my returns. About 10pm after dosing off yet again in the 3rd floor dark room I had ass in my face and just started rimming. I fingered him for a minute which got me hard and then fucked him. I felt my orgasm building fast but I just didn't care about holding on and ended up busting deep in him. Though my dick was going limp I had other guys around me sucking me off and playing with my nipples. He backed his ass up again wanting a second go and I tried to accommodate but I was out of it. I went limp after a few more minutes of fucking. As I headed for the exit, burnt out and exhausted, I did a couple of rounds at the DDR machine in my thong by the exit. Ended up back at car by 11pm. On an unrelated note I saw a terrible highway accident on my way home from Cumunion. Guy doing 100mph going around me hit a guard rail on a curve off ramp and flip his suv. He was ok, in a panic but seemed like he was on something. No one else in the car but he was frantically trying to get his phone and call his wife. I want to tell my coworkers but I don't want them investigating me about my whereabouts. I was suppose to be on-call for emergencies around town but I had a coworker cover for me without informing my boss, who likes to pry. I'm DL and don't want my coworkers knowing I'm a kinky pup slut (pup play).

I spend at least a couple of hours fucking ass before I cum. Every ass feels different on my cock. When I find a man or Boy with the perfect ass that has a firm grip on every inch of my cock then that’s the one I shoot my load into. After I’ve shot my first load I’ll look for a cocksucker to clean me off and suck a second load out my balls.

Considering that at the moment I'm being fucked left, right and center by a guy in his 20s and am having the time of my life I'd say younger 😉

I continued today with the next chapter taking you thoughts into account. Like some others mentioned as werl i wanted to know how the story continued after the cliffhanger of chapter one. I was planning of only makeing 2 to 3 chapterz but after your suggestion i think it will become a longer storyline. For now enjoy this chapter and don-t stop reacting and suggesting. If i don t incorporate it into this story maybe than another one late. Chapter 2: Mathew's hand was a vice on my hip, keeping me in place as he pushed his thick, long dick into my ass. I gasped, the sensation of his girth stretching me wide, the Tina's warmth making the pain almost bearable. But as he slid in all the way, the pressure built into something else entirely, a crescendo of pleasure that had me panting like a bitch in heat. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, the sound of his pelvis smacking against my flesh echoing in the quiet room. My world had narrowed to the point where all that existed was the feeling of his cock inside me, the heat of the Tina, and the darkness of the blindfold. The words they spoke were distant whispers, their laughter a cruel symphony that played in the background. "Look at him, such an eager little slut," one of them said, the words cutting through the haze. The second man stepped into the fray, his cock pressing against my lips. The scent of his arousal was like a siren's call, and without thought, I opened my mouth and took him in. The taste was foreign, but the need was overwhelming, and I sucked eagerly, my tongue dancing along the shaft as if it were my lifeblood. They chuckled, their hands roaming my body, pinching my nipples and slapping my ass. The pace grew quicker, the two of them fucking me in unison, their strokes a symphony of pleasure and pain. The man behind me held my hips, his thrusts now a blur of sensation as he claimed me, his dick hitting that perfect spot inside that had me seeing stars. I moaned, the word "please" slipping from my lips, a silent mantra that seemed to drive them wild. They grew more aggressive, their movements punctuated by grunts and curses, their breath hot against my skin. The man in my mouth pulled out, his cock wet with saliva and precum. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a low growl that had my blood pumping. I could only nod, the words lost to the whirlwind of sensation that had taken over my body. The Tina was like a wild beast, consuming every inhibition, every thought of doubt and fear. All that remained was the need to be filled, to be used, to be theirs. Mathew's grip tightened on my hips, his cock still buried deep inside me. He began to move faster, the sound of his balls slapping against my skin echoing through the room like a drumbeat that matched the pounding in my chest. The warmth of his dick filled me, stretching me to my limits, a feeling so intense that it was almost painful. And yet, I craved more. "Harder," I begged, my voice a desperate whine that seemed to fuel their excitement. His thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged as he approached his climax. I could feel his cock swell, the heat inside me growing more intense with each stroke. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, he came, his hot cum filling the 'condom', but it felt like he filled me with his hot cum. The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced, a raw, primal force that claimed me completely. He didn't pull out, his laughter a dark symphony that filled the air as he began to fuck me again. His cock remained rock-hard, a testament to his lust and power. I moaned into the mouth of the man in front of me, his dick still hard and demanding in my mouth. My own cock dangled limply between my legs, a stark contrast to the thick, pulsing member inside me. Despite the lack of movement, precum leaked from the tip, a silent confession of my body's betrayal. Each time Mathew's cock slammed into me, the head of his dick hit something deep within, sending sparks of pleasure through me. The men took turns, one fucking my mouth while the other claimed my ass, their movements a synchronized dance of dominance. After what felt like an eternity, they paused, their breathing ragged, their cocks still hard and demanding. "What do you think, boys?" Mathew said, his voice a dark whisper. "Should we continue in his bedroom or take him back to my place?" The other two murmured in agreement, their hands still roaming my body, claiming every inch of my trembling flesh. The first guy leaned in, his breath hot and sour with lust. "What do you want, slut?" His voice was a challenge, a demand for my submission. I moaned, the only sound I could manage as the Tina continued to pulse within me. The word "more" slipped from my lips, a desperate plea for them to never stop. Mathew chuckled darkly, his cock still lodged deep inside me. "Looks like our little slut can't get enough," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Don't worry, baby, we're not going to stop yet onlya small break." He pulled out, the sudden emptiness making me gasp. The Tina remained, a constant throb that seemed to pulse in time with my racing heart. The first man stepped closer, his hands firm as he grabbed my shoulders. "On your feet, slut," he said, his voice a command that had me stumbling upright. My legs felt like jelly, but his grip was unyielding, his strength a stark contrast to my weakness. I felt something cold and smooth being slid up my legs, the fabric of a jockstrap wrapping around my waist and thighs. The elastic snapped into place, the fabric a gentle caress against my overheated skin. They led me through the house, the cold floor a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. My heart was racing, the anticipation of what was to come a thrill that had me trembling. The cool night air hit me as we stepped outside, the breeze a whisper against my bare skin. The sound of a car door opening was a siren's call, and before I knew it, I was being shoved into the backseat, the leather cool against my burning flesh. The band tightened around my arm again, the needle's sting a sharp reminder of the power they held over me. "Here's another for you," the second man said, his voice a mix of amusement and malice. He released the band, and the rush of blood had me gasping. The engine roared to life, the vibration a steady bass note that seemed to pulse in time with the Tina in me. My blindfold was ripped away, the sudden brightness making my eyes water. The world swam into focus, and there was Mathew, his grin a wicked slash across his face. He was older, his body still muscular despite the years. His cock was thick and glistening with precum, a stark contrast to the darkness of the car's interior. "Hello, slut," he said, his eyes raking over me. "Time for some more fucking." I panicked as his bare cock hovered near my ass, the reality of the situation crashing down on me like a wave. But the drug had a hold on me, the warmth in my veins a siren's call that I couldn't resist. The first man leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't worry," he whispered, "we know how to take care of you." Mathew chuckled, his grip on my hips like steel. "You're going to take it all, slut," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and authority. "You've already had us bareback. What's a little more?" I tried to protest, the fear a cold hand around my throat. But the words died on my lips as the Tina claimed me once more, the warmth spreading through my body like wildfire. "Please," I whimpered, the word barely a whisper. The first man's only response was a dark laugh. "You don't get to say no now," he said, his voice a taunt that sent a thrill down my spine. "You're ours." And with that, Mathew slammed back into me, his thick cock filling me completely. The pressure was intense, the sensation of his bare skin against my own a stark reminder of my vulnerability. My mind raced, trying to understand how I had allowed this to happen. The rules had been clear: always safe, always with a condom. But the combination of poppers and Tina had stolen my control, leaving me a trembling mess in their hands. "Take it," the first man growled, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the very air. "You're going to love it, slut." The warmth grew, the Tina's pulsing now a steady beat that matched the rhythm of Mathew's thrusts. His cock hit something deep inside me, and a moan was ripped from my chest. He began to fuck me harder, the leather seats squeaking beneath me. The first man leaned in, his cock pressing against my cheek. "You want more, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a seductive whisper. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I did. The fear was still there, a cold, hard knot in my stomach. But the desire was stronger, a living flame that consumed every rational thought. "Yeah," I moaned, the word a desperate plea. "Fuck me harder, Mathew." The second man chuckled, his hand stroking my niples with a feather-light touch that had me squirming. Mathew's grin grew wider, his eyes dark with lust as he pounded into me. "That's it," he said, his voice a grunt with each thrust. "Take it all, you greedy little slut." The words were like a spell, each one breaking down the last of my resistance. The first man leaned in, his cock sliding into my mouth. The taste was bitter, his precum coating my tongue as I sucked eagerly. The car filled with the sounds of our passion, the panting and grunts, the slap of skin against skin, the wetness of their cocks in my mouth and ass. I could feel myself losing all sense of self, my body a mere receptacle for their pleasure. And then, the crescendo of their releases, one after the other. Mathew's hot, thick cum shot deep inside me, the sensation of his bare skin on my insides almost too much to handle. At the same time, the man in my mouth came, his salty essence flooding my mouth. Their laughter was like a dark symphony, echoing in the tight space of the car. The taste of the stranger's cum was new, a flavor that was somehow both terrifying and exhilarating. And even as I felt the sticky warmth of their seed inside and out, their cocks remained rock-hard, a testament to their insatiable lust. Mathew pulled out with a wet pop, the sound leaving me feeling empty and exposed. The second man followed, his dick slipping from my mouth with a strand of cum connecting us. I gasped for air, my throat raw from the abuse. "Look at him," one of them chuckled, the sound a cold reminder of my complete surrender. "Such a greedy little slut." The car's engine purred to a stop, and the sudden absence of movement was a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed me. "Mathew, Mike," the driver called out, his voice a sharp snap that brought me back to reality. "We're at the club." The two men chuckled, their grips on my hips tightening as they pulled me from the car. The Tina was still lodged in my ass, the warmth a constant throb that reminded me of the depraved act I had just allowed. "Wait," I stuttered, my thoughts racing as the cool night air hit my skin. "I thought we were going to your place, Mathew." Mathew leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear. "Change of plans, slut," he whispered, his breath a hot whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to love this." Before I could protest, I felt the band tighten around my bicep once more, and the sting of the needle pierced my skin. The warmth grew, a fiery serpent that coiled around my body, heightening my senses and my desire. They led me across the parking lot, the jockstrap the only barrier between my nakedness and the cool air. My legs felt like jelly, each step a trembling journey into the unknown. The club's pulsing bass was a heartbeat that grew louder with each step, the throb of the music matching the ache in my ass. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the dim light playing tricks on my vision. The first thing I felt was a cool, leather strap against my skin as they helped me into a sling. They spread my legs, the jockstrap stretching taut as they fastened my ankles in place. My vulnerability was complete, my body open and exposed for whatever they had in store. "Look at him," the first man said, his voice a mix of amusement and lust. "So eager for more." Mathew chuckled, his hand trailing along my inner thigh. "Don't worry, we've all got plenty to give." The second man stepped away, his footsteps retreating into the shadows. The first man leaned in, his cock pressing against my cheek. "You're going to love this," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. The first stranger stepped up, his cock lined up with my exposed ass. "Hello, slut," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Do you want my cock?" "Yes," I breathed, the word a silent scream. The Tina's warmth had taken over, a pulsing beat that seemed to resonate with the bass from the club's speakers. Mathew chuckled, his hand stroking my cheek. "Such a good boy," he said, his voice a velvet caress that seemed to melt the last of my resistance. "You're going to love this." The stranger didn't bother with a condom, his bare cock sliding into me with ease. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt, the warmth of his skin against my own an electrifying jolt that had me moaning in pleasure. They all laughed, the sound echoing in the room, mixing with the bass that seemed to throb in time with their thrusts. The world had narrowed to the two of us, the stranger's cock and the Tina's warm embrace. Mathew leaned in, his breath a tease against my ear. "You're going to be our little whore tonight," he whispered. "Aren't you?" "Yes," I whimpered, the word barely audible over the music. The truth was, I didn't know what I was anymore. The lines had blurred, my identity lost in a haze of lust and fear. The stranger's cock filled me, his every thrust sending waves of pleasure that seemed to dull the pain of their betrayal. The only thing that remained was the need for more. A second man stepped closer, his fingers pinching my nipples. "You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice a growl that sent shivers down my spine. The first stranger's grip tightened on my hips, his cock sliding in and out of me like a piston. The pressure grew, each stroke a reminder of my submission. The world was a kaleidoscope of sensation, the leather of the sling cold and unforgiving, the warmth of their bodies a stark contrast. Mathew stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine as he watched the scene unfold. "Keep going," he said, his voice a command that had me trembling. The first man's strokes grew more aggressive, his grip tight as he brought me closer to the edge. The stranger fucking me grew more frenzied, his breathing ragged as he approached his climax. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he came, his hot cum filling me completely. The warmth of his release was a stark contrast to the coldness of the leather beneath me. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. The second man, his own cock slick with precum, took his place. The sensation of his bare dick pushing into me was overwhelming, the cum acting as a natural lubricant that had him sliding in easily despite his girth. He began to fuck me hard, his grip on my hips bruising as he claimed me. "Look at you," he growled, his voice a mix of anger and lust. "Such a greedy cumdump." His words were a slap, each one stoking the fire of my arousal even as the sting of the pinching lingered in my nipples. The pain was a strange sort of pleasure, a reminder of my submission that had me panting with need. "Take it," he snarled, his hips smacking against my ass as he fucked me. "You're our little slut now." His words were like a whip, each one driving me deeper into the abyss of pleasure and pain. The Tina's warmth was a constant presence, a pulsing beat that seemed to echo in the very air around us. Mathew stepped closer, his hand stroking my cheek. "You're doing so well," he whispered, his voice a dark caress. "So eager for more, aren't you?" The words were a challenge, a question that I couldn't deny. The second man's cock was thick and unyielding, filling me to the brim with each thrust. "Yes," I whimpered, the word a desperate plea for them to never stop. "More." The man's grip tightened, his strokes growing more erratic as he approached his climax. "You're going to love this," he grunted, his eyes boring into me. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very walls of the club, he came, his hot seed mixing with the cum already inside me. The feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced, a sensation so intense that it was almost painful. The Tina's warmth grew, the pressure in my ass a constant, unrelenting force. Mathew stepped up, his cock still rock hard and gleaming with precum. He smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Looks like you enjoyed that," he said, his voice a purr that had my stomach flipping. "But don't worry, slut, that was just the appetizer. The main course is about to begin." The second stranger stepped aside, his cock slipping out of me with a wet sound that had me gasping. "Looks like he's ready for you again, Mathew," he said, his voice filled with a twisted kind of glee. Mathew stepped closer, his cock still hard, a silent promise that he wasn't done with me yet. Mathew leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "I think the whole club is going to fuck you tonight," he whispered, his words a dark promise that sent a shiver down my spine. "And when they're done with you, we'll go to my place, just as promised." His grin was a knife, the malice in his eyes a stark contrast to the tenderness in his voice. With that, he pushed into me, his bare cock stretching me open. The lack of a condom was a stark reminder of the power he held over me, a power that I had so willingly given. The first man stepped aside, his hand lingering on my hip as if to claim his territory. The crowd gathered, the sound of their lustful murmurs a siren's call that had me trembling. Mathew fucked me slow at first, his eyes locked with mine in the mirror. The look on his face was one of pure dominance, an evil glint in his eye that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the eyes of the others on me, a mix of lust and anticipation. They had all come for their turn, eager to claim me as their own. "You're going to love this, slut," Mathew whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Some of these guys have a little something extra, just like me and Mike." His words were a cryptic promise, hinting at a new level of depravity that had me trembling. But before I could ask, he was slamming into me, his cock hitting the spot inside that had me crying out. The first man stepped forward, his cock already hard and leaking precum. "You ready for me?" he asked, his voice a gruff growl that had my heart racing. I nodded, unable to find the words to express the mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. He didn't bother with a condom, his bare cock sliding into me with a ease that spoke of experience. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt, the heat of his skin against my own an electrifying jolt that had me moaning in pleasure. Mathew watched with a smug smile, his hand still wrapped around my throat as he fucked me with an almost gentle strokes. "Look at you, taking it all," he said, his voice a mix of pride and amusement. "Such a good little slut." The man behind me grunted, his grip tightening as he found his rhythm. I could feel his cock swelling, the warmth of his cum building inside me. The crowd around us grew larger, a sea of shadowy figures that I could only catch glimpses of in the mirror. Their hands roamed my body, their fingers teasing my nipples and stroking my cock. The Tina's warmth had turned into a fiery need that consumed me, each touch a spark that had me writhing in the sling. Mathew leaned in, his voice a seductive whisper that seemed to echo in my soul. "You're going to take them all, aren't you?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. "You want to be our little cum dumpster." The word was like a trigger, the reality of what was happening crashing down on me like a wave. I was a married man, letting strangers fuck me bareback in a public club while my wife was away. But the need was too strong, the Tina's grip too tight. "Yes," I moaned, the word a silent scream of submission. Mathew's grip tightened on my neck, his laughter a dark symphony that sent shivers down my spine. "That's it, slut," he whispered. "Take it all." The first man's cock grew even harder, his strokes becoming more erratic. "You're going to love this," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. And then, with a final thrust, he came, filling me with his seed. Mathew leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Do you know what they're going to give you?" His words were a whispered riddle that had my mind racing. "Some of them have something special, the gift," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Like me." His hand slid down to my chest, his fingers tracing the outline of my wedding ring. "You're going to take it all, aren't you?" I nodded, unable to find the strength to speak. The idea of what they meant by 'the gift' was both terrifying and exhilarating. Mathew pulled out, his cum mixing with the rest inside me. The warmth was like a living entity, a testament to my complete submission. The crowd grew closer, their breath hot against my skin. Mathew chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "You're going to be the talk of the town, slut," he said, his voice a taunt that had me trembling. "Everyone will know how much of a whore you really are." He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "And when they're done with you," he whispered, "you'll still be ours." Mathew stepped aside, his cock still hard and glistening with our combined juices. The line of eager participants grew, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. I could feel the band around my arm tighten, the cool metal digging into my skin. Another shot of Tina burned as it entered my veins, the warmth spreading through me like wildfire. I moaned, my body a canvas for their lust. "Enjoy yourself, slut," he called over his shoulder, his voice echoing in the dimly lit room. The first stranger stepped up, his cock thick and pulsing with need. He didn't bother with pleasantries, pushing into me without hesitation. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, making way for the next round of debauchery. The man behind me wasted no time, his bare cock sliding in easily, the cum already inside me acting as a natural lubricant. His hands roamed over my body, his fingers digging into my skin as he found his rhythm. I could feel the eyes of the others on me, watching, waiting for their turn. The Tina's warmth had become a living entity, a beast that demanded more and more, pushing my boundaries until I didn't know where they ended and I began. My moans grew louder, the music and the murmurs of the onlookers melding into a symphony of sin. The stranger's thrusts grew more aggressive, his grip tightening until I could feel his fingers digging into my flesh. The pain was a strange kind of pleasure, a reminder that I was nothing more than a plaything for their amusement. The Tina's pulsing grew stronger, the heat in my ass unbearable. As the stranger reached his climax, the room spun, the edges of my vision going dark. I felt his cock swell inside me, his cum filling me until I thought I would burst. The crowd grew rowdy, their catcalls and cheers a cacophony of lust that filled the air. The man pulled out with a wet smack, leaving me trembling and exposed. The second man stepped forward, his cock already hard and eager. He didn't bother if i was ready, his eyes locked on mine in the mirror as he pushed into me. The warmth of his skin was a stark contrast to the coldness of the room, the pressure of his cock a welcome relief to the emptiness left by the first. His eyes were cold, a chilling blue that sent shivers down my spine. The Tina's heat grew, the pressure unbearable. "Please," I whimpered, the word a silent cry for release. But the only response was his cruel smile, his eyes never leaving mine as he fucked me with a brutal passion that had me begging for more. His strokes were punishing, each one a declaration of his dominance over my body. The crowd grew restless, their hands roaming over my exposed skin, their whispers a constant reminder of my degradation. The second man's cock grew even harder, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that had my heart racing. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he came, his warmth mixing with the rest inside me. As he pulled out, the room spun, the leather sling sticky with sweat and cum. And then, before I could even catch my breath, I felt the pressure of another cock pushing into me. I looked up, I saw a tattoo of a scorpion snaking around the man's wrist. He grinned, his teeth a stark white against the darkness of his skin. "You're mine now, slut," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate in the very air around us. The black man wasted no time, his bare cock sliding into me with a ease that spoke of his experience. His grip was firm, his strokes sure and steady as he claimed me. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure that seemed to dull the pain of my betrayal. The scent of him was intoxicating, a mix of musk and something else that I couldn't quite place. His skin was slick with sweat, his muscles rippling as he fucked me like I was nothing more than a hole to be filled. The crowd around us was a blur, their faces a kaleidoscope of desire and depravity. The music was a constant beat, the bass a heart that seemed to pulse in sync with my own. His thrusts grew more aggressive, his grip tightening until I was sure I would bruise. The Tina's warmth had become an insatiable hunger, a need that grew with each stroke of his cock. He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "You ever think about letting me fuck your wife?" His voice was a low growl, the question a taunt that had me panting with arousal despite my confusion. "I bet she'd love a taste of the gift," he murmured, his hand sliding down to my wedding ring. The metal felt cold against my fevered skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his cock inside me. "What... what gift?" I managed to gasp out, the words barely coherent. He chuckled, his teeth grazing my ear. "The gift of the gods," he whispered, his strokes growing more erratic. "You'll know it when you feel it." His hand tightened around my ring, and for a brief moment, I felt a flicker of panic. The thought of him with my wife was terrifying, but the haze of lust clouded any rational thought. As the man came inside me, his warmth was a strange comfort, a reminder that I was still alive amidst this whirlwind of sensation. He stepped back, his cock slipping out with a wet sound that was met with cheers from the crowd. Immediately, another took his place, his cock hard and ready. The warmth of his cum washed over me as he filled me up, and I felt my body respond, my ass clenching around him. The cycle continued, a never-ending string of strangers claiming me, their bare cocks sliding in and out of my ass with a rhythm that seemed to be choreographed by the beat of the music. The Tina had me floating, each sensation more intense than the last. Time lost all meaning as they used me, their hands roaming my body with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. I could almost see the dicks moving inside my ass, each ridge and vein a new sensation that had me moaning with a mix of pain and pleasure. The room was a blur of shadowy figures, their eyes gleaming with lust as they watched the show. The warmth of their cum was a constant presence, a reminder of my status as their plaything. And yet, with each new cock, I felt myself growing more and more lost in the haze of pleasure. The pain was a distant memory, the only thing that remained was the need for more. Their grunts and curses filled my ears, a symphony of depravity that had me begging for my own release. But it never came, the Tina's grip on my body an unyielding force that kept me on the edge. They talked about me as if I wasn't there, their words a mix of praise and degradation that had me trembling. I was theirs, a married slut at their mercy. As the night grew longer, the line of men grew shorter, until it was just Mathew and Mike standing before me. They shared a look, one that spoke of a silent understanding, a pact that had been made without my knowledge. "You're going to take us both," Mathew said, his voice a command that I couldn't refuse. They released me from the sling, my legs wobbly and unsteady from the hours of relentless pounding. Mike laid down on the leather bed, his cock still hard and glistening with the evidence of my submission. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust, and patted the spot beside him. "Climb on," he said, his voice a gentle coax that belied the beast beneath the surface. Mathew's hand was firm on my back, guiding me until my ass was hovering over Mike's erection. I felt the tip of his cock nudging against my hole, the pressure almost too much to bear. And then, with a grunt of effort, he pulled my ass towards him, his cock sliding into the warm, wet embrace of my ass. Mathew stepped up behind me, his own cock jutting out, demanding entry. I could feel his breath on my neck, his chuckle sending shivers down my spine. "Ready for the main event of this night?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise that had my stomach flipping. I nodded, my eyes wide with fear and excitement. His cockhead pressed against my hole, the pressure building until I thought I would break. And then, with a sudden, brutal thrust, he was inside me, his cock filling me alongside Mike's. The pain was searing, a white-hot blaze that had me screaming. But through the haze, I could feel the warmth of the Tina, the need for more burning like a brand on my soul. I bucked and writhed, trying to adjust to the intrusion. The crowd erupted into cheers, their applause a soundtrack to my degradation. Mathew's cock slid in and out of me, the friction against Mike's a sensation so intense it was almost unbearable. Each thrust had me gasping for air, my body a vessel for their pleasure. The leather beneath me was sticky with sweat and cum, the smell of sex heavy in the air. I could feel Mike's hands on my hips, his grip tight as he met Mathew's strokes with his own. Their rhythm grew more intense, the two of them fucking me in a synchronized dance of domination. The pain was a crescendo, building with each stroke until I thought I would shatter. But with it came an arousal so intense it was like nothing I had ever felt before. I could feel their eyes on me, their desire a tangible force that had me trembling. Mathew leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear. "You're doing so well, slut," he whispered, his voice a mix of amusement and praise. "Taking us both like a champ." His words were a knife, slicing through the last vestiges of my resistance. The Tina had me floating on a cloud of need, each thrust sending me spiraling higher and higher. The pressure grew, the heat in my ass unbearable. I could feel their cocks swelling, the warmth of their cum building inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. "I'm going to cum," Mike groaned, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure. Mathew's grip tightened on my hips, his strokes becoming more aggressive. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the club, they came. The feeling of their warmth filling me was like nothing I had ever experienced, a duet of pleasure that had me spilling my own load onto Mike's stomach. The crowd erupted into cheers, their applause a symphony of lust that seemed to go on forever. As they pulled out, my ass felt like it was on fire, the warmth of their cum a constant reminder of my submission. I collapsed onto the bed, my body a trembling wreck. The Tina had me floating, the world a kaleidoscope of sensation. Mathew leaned over me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You were perfect," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that had my stomach flipping. The crowd began to disperse, the music fading into the background as the men dressed themselves, leaving me naked and exposed on the sticky leather. Mike approached, his eyes cold and calculating as he slid a jockstrap back onto me, the fabric sticking to my cum-soaked ass. He then fastened a pair of leather pants around my waist, the back cut out to leave my ass fully exposed. Mathew lifts me up with an ease that was almost tender, his strong arms a stark contrast to the brutal way he had fucked me. He suports me through the club, the room spinning as the lights began to come up. The music grew distant, the cheers of the crowd replaced by the harsh glare of reality. I was their cum-filled toy, their plaything for the night. They guide me to the front door, the cool air of dawn hitting me like a slap in the face. The sun was already climbing, the light almost blinding after the dark, heady embrace of the club. I stumbled, my legs shaking as they walked me through the parking lot. Each step sent waves of pain shooting through my abused ass, a reminder of my submission. The door creaked open, revealing the stark reality of the day outside. The coolness of the early morning air was a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the club. The concrete was cold and unforgiving beneath my bare feet, the gravel digging into my skin. The light was harsh, the world a stark contrast to the warm, pulsing darkness of the club. As we walked, the light grew brighter, the shadows retreating before it. My eyes were still adjusting, the world around me a blur of colors and shapes. I could feel the cum dripping down my legs, the stickiness of it a constant reminder of my degradation. The leather pants wheresa mockery of modesty, the open back a declaration of my status as their property. Mathew's hand was firm on my shoulder, his grip a comforting weight that kept me from collapsing. Mike trailed behind us, his footsteps echoing through the empty parking lot. The world was silent, save for the distant sound of a car driving by, the hum of tires on asphalt a stark reminder that the world outside our bubble of depravity was going about its normal business, blissfully unaware of the sins that had been committed inside. With a rough shove, they pushed me back onto the sticky leather of the backseat, the smell of sex and sweat a potent cocktail that made me dizzy. Mike climbed in beside me, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to fuck me again. The slow, deliberate strokes were a stark contrast to the frantic pounding of earlier, a gentle reminder that I was still theirs to use. Mathew slammed the door shut and revved the engine, the roar of the car slicing through the quiet morning. The vibrations of the car's movement added a new dimension to the sensations already coursing through my body, the leather sticking to my sweat-slicked skin. The sun peeked over the horizon, casting a warm glow through the tinted windows that painted our bodies in shades of red and orange. As we drove, the city passed by in a blur, the buildings and streetlights nothing more than abstract shapes. The pain in my ass had morphed into a dull ache, a constant throb that served as a reminder of my submission. Mike's cock slid in and out of me with a leisurely grace that seemed almost tender, his eyes never leaving mine as we shared a silent conversation of power and need. The Tina's warmth had faded, leaving me raw and vulnerable, the reality of what had happened crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. The car pulled into a quiet, residential street, the only sound the steady rhythm of Mike's hips. The houses were dark, their windows like silent sentinels watching our sordid little parade. The garage door rumbled open, the darkness swallowing us whole as we pulled inside. The door slammed shut, the sudden silence a stark contrast to the cacophony of the club. Mathew turned in the driver's seat, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You're going to love this," he said, his voice a dark promise that sent shivers down my spine. I had no idea what was in store, but the mix of fear and excitement had me panting like a bitch in heat. The night over but the day was just beginning, i hoped the fucking of me would continue.

Grindr hookup last night. He was a young Bear/Cub. He was cute and fuckin horny. We agreed that I’d fuck him raw and breed his arse. I had been fucking him for 20 minutes - he was a great ride. I was close and I grunted “I’m gunna cum” At that second he said “don’t cum in me” I heard him but my body couldn’t stop. My hips kept thrusting and I shot my load deep inside him. He wasn’t pleased but accepted that he didn’t give me any warning. I’d been up front that I intended to seed him even before I mounted him. To be honest I would have probably still cum in his arse even if he gave me plenty of warning. Am I bad? I just expected a raw fuck and Breeding.

I hope you will enjoy this story. After the first chspter i put some questions to start the next chspter with you input. This is a story about a married guy who secretly dates men when she is away. Today is friday and his wife left for a weekend with friends. He is ready get fucked by a guy. Because he is married he always does it safe, but tonight he looses the control and things happen thst he could never had imaginend. Chapter 1: "You up?" The message from an anonymous profile blinked on the screen of my phone, interrupting the quiet hum of the air conditioner. It was a typical Friday evening in my suburban haven, the kind that made my pulse quicken with anticipation. My thumb hovered over the screen as I contemplated my reply. The house was empty, save for the echo of my own breathing, a stark contrast to the usual pattern of laughter and clanking dishes that filled it when my wife was home. She was gallivanting with her friends this weekend, leaving me with a rare window of opportunity. I swiped through the sea of faces on Grindr, the app's glow illuminating my otherwise darkened living room like a beacon in the night. The chorus of my own thoughts grew louder as I scanned the profiles, searching for the right note of excitement, the perfect harmony to match the rhythm of my desires. The quiet was a cloak that allowed me to indulge in my secret life without the fear of discovery, a cloak that grew heavier with every passing second. With a deep breath, I sent a curt reply, "Yeah, what's up?" The anticipation grew as I waited for his response, the silence of the house pressing in on me like a warm, thick blanket. The chirp of a cricket outside the window seemed to be the only other soul aware of my clandestine activities. The quiet was both soothing and nerve-wracking, a silent companion to my secret desires. Browsing through the profiles, each one a potential story waiting to unfold, I felt a familiar thrill. The men on the screen were a smorgasbord of muscles, tattoos, and smoldering glances, all beckoning me into a world my wife knew nothing about. The quiet of the house was a stark reminder of the dual life I led. I was a devoted husband by day, but when she was away, the nights transformed me into something else entirely. The silence grew heavier as I read through messages, the digital whispers of men seeking companionship, or perhaps more, for a fleeting night. My eyes scanned over the pictures, my mind racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead. The tension grew palpable, a coil in my stomach that tightened with every swipe. It was time to prepare. I excused myself to the bathroom, the cold tiles a jolting contrast to the warmth of the rest of the house. The soft click of the lock was the only sound that accompanied me as I pulled out the anal douche from the medicine cabinet, a secret stowed away for moments like these. The water ran, filling the room with the gentle sound of rushing liquid, muffling the guilt that tried to creep into my thoughts. The ritual was as much a part of the experience as the act itself, a sacred cleansing before the impending rendezvous. The sensation of the cool water filling me up was oddly calming, a prelude to the excitement that was to come. I lay there, on the edge of the bathtub, the plastic nozzle gently inserted, the warm water flushing out any lingering traces of my mundane life. It was a ritual of transformation, washing away the dullness of my days and replacing it with a sense of readiness that made me feel alive. With every squeeze of the bulb, I felt cleaner, more open, more prepared for the night's adventure. The last few spurts of water drained away, and I took a moment to appreciate the feeling of emptiness, a canvas waiting to be filled. The quiet of the house was now punctuated by the occasional drip from the faucet, a metronome keeping time with the racing thoughts in my head. I stood, wiped off the excess water, and took a final look in the mirror, ensuring every detail was in place. The chime of my phone brought me back to reality. A new message from a profile that caught my eye. The conversation grew more heated with each exchange, the words on the screen setting my imagination alight. My hands trembled slightly as I typed a reply, the excitement of the unknown thrumming through my veins like a drug. "Come over?" I suggested, my voice barely a whisper. The silence of the house was a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me as I stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded down my body, a gentle caress that seemed to wash away the stress of the week. With meticulous care, I shaved my ass and balls, each stroke of the razor a deliberate dance to the rhythm of my racing thoughts. The steam billowed around me, creating a warm cocoon as I worked, my mind a whirlwind of anticipation. The smoothness of my skin was a silent promise to the man who would soon be touching me, a declaration of my willingness to be vulnerable and open for his pleasure. The scent of my body wash filled the air, a clean and invigorating aroma that seemed to amplify my senses. My eyes traced the contours of my body in the foggy mirror, taking in the transformation that had taken place. The stubble that had once been there was now gone, replaced by the softness that men craved. I stepped out of the shower, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise on my freshly shaved skin. Grabbing a towel, I dried off, the fabric feeling rough against the newly exposed flesh. Dressed in nothing but a towel, I padded back to the living room, the coolness of the floor tiles against my bare feet sending a shiver down my spine. The quiet of the house was now a cocoon of anticipation, each creak and groan a reminder of the emptiness that was about to be filled. The chirp of the cricket outside grew louder, a serenade to my excitement. The TV played a muted tune in the background, the flickering images a blur as I checked my phone again. The message was simple: "I 'll be on my way and be there around 11. I want you blindfolded and on all fours." The digital clock on the microwave read 10:45 PM, a silent sentinel counting down the minutes until my world shifted once again. I took a deep breath and made my way to the bedroom, the towel dropping to the floor with a soft thud. The cool air kissed my skin as I slid into the jockstrap, the fabric clinging to me like a second skin. The act of putting it on was a declaration, a silent affirmation that the night was not just for me, but for the stranger I was about to invite into my life. The blindfold was a soft piece of velvet, one that my wife and I had used to spice up our love life. Now, it served a different purpose, a symbol of my submission, my willingness to surrender to the whims of a man whose name I didn't know. The thought of his eyes on me, watching me as I waited, was almost too much to bear. With trembling hands, I picked out the condoms and lube from the drawer, feeling the smoothness of the latex and the cool slickness of the gel. The nightstand was a treasure trove of secrets, a silent confessional of my desires. As I placed them on the coffee table, I could almost hear the echo of a silent countdown in my head, the seconds ticking away like a bomb set to detonate at midnight. The room grew darker with each step I took towards the living room, the shadows playing tricks with my senses. Finally, with the clock's digital glow reading 10:55, I made my way to the front door, the anticipation coiling tighter with each step. With a decisive click, the lock turned, and I pushed the door open, leaving it ajar. The warm summer air slipped in, a silent herald of what was to come. My heart hammered in my chest as I walked back to the bedroom, the sound of my own breathing the only company I had. The fridge hummed softly as I opened it, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat building within me. I grabbed the bottle of poppers, the plastic feeling almost alive in my hand. The neon lights from the fridge cast an eerie glow on the bottle's label, a reminder of the nights spent in darkened clubs and backroom encounters. I closed the door gently, the suction a muffled roar in the quiet. The coffee table beckoned, a silent sentinel of the evening's events. With trembling hands, I placed the bottle down, the condoms and lube already laid out in a neat row like soldiers awaiting orders. The velvet blindfold lay there, a black puddle of mystery. I took a deep breath and picked it up, feeling the softness of the material against my fingertips. I got to my knees, the carpet soft and welcoming. With a quick glance at the clock, now reading 10:58, I knew I had to hurry. The blindfold slipped over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. The world around me grew muffled, the only sounds the distant hum of the fridge and the thunderous beating of my heart. I bent over, my ass high in the air, my cock already half-hard with anticipation. The coolness of the room brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. My senses heightened, the poppers bottle found its way to my nose. I took a tentative sniff, the sharp, sweet scent flooding my senses, making me dizzy. The rush of blood to my head was instant, a heady sensation that sent a jolt of excitement straight to my groin. My breath hitched in my throat as the room spun, my heart racing as the chemical cocktail did its work. The anticipation grew, a wildfire consuming my thoughts, leaving only the thrill of the unknown. The sound of a car pulling up outside sent my pulse into overdrive. The engine cut out, the quiet of the night suddenly pierced by the distant echo of the door slamming shut. My heart was a wild beast in my chest, thumping against my ribs with the force of a thousand drums. The cricket outside had fallen silent, as if it too knew that something was about to happen, something that would shatter the stillness of the night. The quiet was shattered by the soft click of the front door closing, sending a jolt of adrenaline through my body. I remained on all fours, my ass high in the air, the jockstrap straps cutting into my skin, a gentle reminder of the role I was about to play. Each breath I took was a silent prayer, a plea for the night to unfold as I had hoped, a desperate wish that the man behind me would be everything I desired and more. The sound of footsteps grew louder, the quiet thud of boots on the floorboards growing closer. My senses were on high alert, my body a coiled spring ready to unravel at the slightest touch. The air grew heavy with the scent of leather and musk, the essence of masculinity that I craved. My ears strained to pick up any clue as to who this man was, what he looked like, but the blindfold was a steadfast guardian of my sight, leaving me at the mercy of my other senses. As the steps grew closer, the anticipation was almost unbearable. The floorboards creaked slightly, a ghostly whisper announcing his presence. I could feel the heat of his body, the warmth radiating towards me like a beacon, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. His hand reached out, the roughness of his fingertips brushing against the smoothness of my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The touch was feather-light, a question in the darkness, asking for permission to continue. I nodded, my body speaking for me, giving him the answer he sought. His hand grew bolder, cupping my ass firmly, the possession in his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. The poppers bottle was in my hand once more, the scent of the room-spinning liquid calling to me. I took a deeper sniff, the rush of blood to my head heightening my senses, the world around me swirling in a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. His hands moved to my nipples, pinching them lightly, the sting causing a whine to escape my lips. His voice was a gruff rumble, a sound that sent shivers through my body as he greeted me, "Hello, slut." I moaned, the words rolling off my tongue like a sweet, forbidden fruit. The power of his touch was intoxicating, the dominance in his voice a siren's call that I couldn't resist. "Do you want to get fucked?" he asked, the question a demand wrapped in velvet. My voice was a hoarse whisper, the word "yes" escaping my lips with a need that surprised even me. He chuckled, the sound sending a warm rush of pleasure through me, a dark chuckle that promised a night of unbridled passion. The sound of his belt buckle echoed through the room, the jingle of metal a symphony of desire. The rustle of fabric was like a crescendo, building to a peak of anticipation that made me squirm with need. His hand remained on my ass, the pressure a constant reminder of his presence, his possession. The scent of his arousal grew stronger, a heady perfume that filled the air, mixing with the lingering aroma of the poppers. His fingers moved with the precision of a maestro, probing my slickened entrance with an expertise that sent me spiraling. The poppers had done their job, my ass muscles relaxed and eager for the intrusion that I knew was to come. "Good boy," he murmured, the praise sending a jolt of electricity through my body, making my cock throb with need. His voice grew gruffer, the vibrations in the air a silent command that had me trembling. I took another hit of poppers as he instructed, the world around me swimming in a haze of desire. His fingers delved deeper, the sensation of fullness growing with each gentle push. He worked me slowly, meticulously, the anticipation of his cock replacing his digits almost too much to bear. The sound of the lube bottle cap opening was like the crack of a whip in the stillness, the cool gel a stark contrast to the heat building within me. The first finger slid in easily, a silent promise of what was to come. I could feel him watching me, his eyes burning into my flesh, taking in every twitch and gasp. His touch grew more demanding, a second digit joining the first, stretching me wider, the burn a sweet agony that had me panting for more. He curled them slightly, reaching for my prostate, and I couldn't help but moan, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. The third finger was a tight fit, but I welcomed it, pushing back against his hand, eager for the fullness that came with it. He worked me, the slow, deliberate movements a dance of dominance and submission. His voice grew gruffer with every stroke, his own need palpable in the air. "You're so hungry," he said, his words a grunted affirmation of what I already knew. "You're going to take me so good." The pressure grew, the stretching a delicious pain that had my toes curling into the plush carpet. His knuckles brushed against my hole, the friction of skin on skin sending sparks through my nerves. I whimpered, my body begging for more, for him to fill me completely. He took his time, the anticipation a sweet torment that had me squirming with need. "Please," I breathed, the word a desperate plea in the quiet room. He chuckled again, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. His hand withdrew, leaving me feeling empty and needy. The rustle of fabric was the only indication of his movement, a symphony of anticipation that had me quivering. And then, the scent of him filled the air, a musky aroma that was unmistakable. His cock, half-hard and heavy, nudged against my cheek, a blunt instrument of pleasure demanding my attention. I leaned in, eager to taste him, to feel the heat of his arousal. The velvet blindfold was a prison for my sight, but it only served to enhance the other sensations. His hand found the back of my head, his grip firm but not painful, as he guided my mouth towards his cock. My heart raced, the thrill of the unknown a potent aphrodisiac. The moment of contact was electric, his shaft brushing against my lips like a live wire. I parted my mouth, my tongue darting out to taste the salty precum that beaded at the tip. His grip tightened, his breath hitching as I took him in, inch by delicious inch. The sound of his zipper was a distant memory, replaced by the wet noises of my sucking, the sound of my lips slurping along his shaft. The poppers had left a faint buzz in my head, the sensations magnified, each stroke of my tongue a symphony of pleasure that resonated through my body. He grew harder with each movement of my mouth, his breathing growing ragged. The feel of his piercing on my tongue was a surprise, a thrill that had me moaning around his cock. When he was fully engorged, he pulled out slowly, his girth leaving me feeling empty. "You married straight guys are always the most eager ones," he said with a smug chuckle, the words a knife that sliced through the quiet of the night. I tensed up, the reality of my situation slapping me in the face. How did he know? "How do you know I'm married?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. He didn't answer immediately, the sound of him moving closer making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. His hand reached out, his rough fingers grabbing the poppers bottle. "Take a few more sniffs," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, the room spinning as the chemical rush hit me. The scent of the poppers grew stronger, mixing with his musk and the faint scent of leather. He chuckled, the sound sending a thrill down my spine. "It's just a guess, but you're wearing a wedding ring, aren't you?" His hand found my ring finger, the metal band a cold reminder of my other life. "But tonight, you're all mine," he murmured, his voice a warm caress against my ear. I felt his cock, now fully sheathed in latex, nudging at my entrance, the coldness of the condom a stark contrast to the heat of his shaft. I took three more deep sniffs, the poppers making my head swim, the world around me a blur of sensation. His hand left my ring, the loss of his touch almost a relief. The anticipation grew, a tight coil in my belly, as I felt him position himself. The head of his cock pressed against me, the pressure building. I took a deep breath, willing my body to relax, to accept his surprise. The sharpness was unexpected, a sudden piercing sensation that had me gasping. He'd inserted something into me, something foreign and intriguing. I felt a moment of panic, the pain a shock that made me tense up. But he was careful, his movements deliberate and measured, pushing the object further until it was snugly seated. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that had me panting. He chuckled, his voice low and amused. "Feel that?" His cock nudged at my now-sensitized opening, the latex a barrier that did nothing to dull the sensation of the object inside me. He pushed forward, and I felt the head of his cock slide in behind it, the combination of textures a revelation. The burning grew, a warmth spreading through my insides like a wildfire. I could feel my ass clench around the unfamiliar intrusion, the heat of it almost unbearable. His voice was a dark whisper, "That's a good boy," as he gave my ass a firm smack. The stinging pain from the sharp object was quickly overtaken by the intense pressure as he pushed his cock in behind it. The combination was overwhelming, a symphony of sensations that had me moaning into the quiet of the room. I could feel every ridge of him, every inch of his length as he claimed me, filling me completely like he 'wasn't' wearing any condom. He remained still for a moment, his cock buried deep within me, the intruder still lodged inside. The burning grew, a slow crescendo that had me biting my bottom lip. My body tensed around him, trying to adjust to the fullness, the unyielding presence of both the object and his cock. The poppers had done their work, my ass was a willing vessel for his pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his hand coming down in a sharp slap against my bare ass. I yelped, the sting of his palm mixing with the intense pressure from within. He pulled out slightly, the object moving with him, the sensation a strange, delicious torment that had my toes curling. I took a deep breath, the poppers making the air feel thick and heavy in my lungs. "What...what did you do?" I managed to ask, the question hanging in the air like a question mark. His laugh was dark and rich, a sound that seemed to resonate in the very core of my being. "I gave you a little surprise," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. "A booty bump, something to make the experience more... memorable." The burning grew, the warmth spreading like a wildfire through my body. I could feel the object inside me, a constant reminder of his control, his ability to push my boundaries even further. His cock slid back in, the latex of the condom seemingly gone, the sensation of skin on skin a revelation. It was as if the object was a key, unlocking something primal within me, something that craved his touch, his dominance. "What is that?" I breathed, the question a mix of fear and anticipation. His chuckle was low and dark, a promise of things to come. "It's a little something called a 'Tina '. It'll make you want me so bad, you'll do anything for my cock," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. The sensation grew, a warmth that pooled in my stomach and spread through my body, making my cock grow limp as a noodle, the jockstrap digging into my flesh a silent reminder of my role for the evening. He reached down and tugged at the waistband, the fabric of the jockstrap giving way with a snap. The cool air kissed my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his cock that filled me completely. The object shifted within me, the sensation growing more intense with each movement. "Tina knows how to make you bottoms crave it, doesn't she?" he said with a smirk, his voice thick with satisfaction. With a firm grip on my hips, he began to move again, his cock sliding in and out of me with a deliberate slowness that was almost painful in its intensity. Each stroke was a symphony of pleasure and pain, the object inside me seeming to pulse in time with my heartbeat. The poppers had done their work, my mind a haze of need and desire, my body a canvas for his art. "Yes," I moaned, the word a confession pulled from the depths of my soul. His fingers found my cock, now a lifeless weight between my legs, the touch a gentle tease. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise that had me shivering with anticipation. The Tins had heightened my sensitivity, the feeling of his hand on my cock like an electrical current. He stroked me lightly, the sensation making my head swim. The warmth grew, enveloping me, making me ache for more. He fucked me deeper, each thrust hitting that spot that had me seeing stars. "You're going to beg for it," he whispered, his breath hot and sweet against my neck. The room was a blur, the only things real his cock inside me and the hand on my cock, bringing it back to life with a gentle, taunting touch. I could feel the drug working its magic, a need building within me that was all-consuming. The object inside me grew warmer, the pressure building until it was all I could focus on. I moaned, my body trembling as I felt his cock thicken, his strokes growing more demanding. The anticipation grew, a crescendo of sensation that had me teetering on the edge of something incredible. "You're going to be my good little slut," he said, the words a dark mantra that had me nodding in agreement. The object inside me grew hot, the pain a distant memory, replaced by a hunger that consumed me. "You're going to love it," he whispered, his voice a caress that sent shivers down my spine. And in that moment, as the warmth grew to an almost unbearable heat, I realized that I did love it. I loved the way he used me, the way he made me feel. The sudden shrill of his phone pierced the quiet, jolting me out of the haze of desire. He paused, his cock still buried deep within me, and reached towards the coffeetable. The sound of the call connecting echoed through the room, and then his voice, "Yeah, what's up?" The conversation was casual, as if he weren't currently fucking me into oblivion. With a wicked smile, he put the phone on speaker. "What's up?" the voice on the other end was curious, the tone hinting at amusement. "Oh, you know," he replied, his hand never leaving my cock, "just breeding a nice married bitch." My heart skipped a beat, the reality of his words slapping me in the face. The room grew colder, the air thick with the weight of his confession. The stranger on the phone laughed, the sound echoing through the room like the clinking of chains. "You're too much," he said, his voice a mix of admiration and camaraderie. "You want a taste?" The hand on my cock paused, the pressure in my ass building. "Yeah, give him my address," he said casually, as if he were discussing the weather. The panic grew, my body stiffening under the weight of the Tina and the cold, hard reality of what was happening. I opened my mouth to protest, but before the words could escape, he squeezed my balls, the pain like a vice, stealing the breath from my lungs. "Looks like you've got yourself a eager little slut," the voice on the phone said, the amusement clear. The hand on my cock began to stroke again, the pain now a distant memory as the need grew. "Yeah, he's all mine tonight," he replied, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. The sound of the call disconnecting was like a gunshot, the finality of the act leaving me trembling. The pressure grew, the Tina making my insides clench around his cock like a fist. He released my cock, his hand moving to my hip as he began to fuck me with a ferocity that took my breath away. His hips slapped against my ass, the sound echoing through the room with each punishing thrust. The object inside me grew hotter, the sensation now a delicious torment that had me begging for more. "You're going to be so good for us," he whispered, his voice a dark promise that had me shivering. The word "us" sent a bolt of fear through me, a stark reminder that I was not in control. His hand found the object, twisting it slightly, the pain a sharp spike that had me crying out. The heat grew, the sensation now a raging inferno that consumed me, my body a slave to his whims. With a cruel smirk, he grabbed the poppers bottle again, the sound of the liquid rushing out as he placed it under my nose. "Take a deep breath," he instructed, his voice a seductive purr that had me obeying without thought. The fumes filled my lungs, the world spinning around me as the drug took hold. The pressure grew, his dick now a living thing, pulsing and writhing inside me. He plunged back in, his cock now slick with something warm and wet. I realized with a start that he had indeed cum inside me, the sensation of his seed mixing with the heat of the Tina an odd comfort. His thrusts grew deeper, the sound of skin slapping skin a symphony of pleasure and pain. "You like that?" he asked, his voice a growl of pure lust. I nodded, unable to find the words to voice the need that consumed me. The poppers had left my head swimming, the room spinning with every stroke of his cock. I could feel the object within me, the pressure now a constant reminder of my submission. With a grunt, he pulled out again, and the absence was like a cold void. But the void was quickly filled with something else, something that stretched me wider, the sensation so intense that I thought I would split in two. He chuckled, a dark sound that sent chills down my spine. "Tina knows how to make you crave it," he murmured, his voice a sweet poison in my ear. The object was pushed further in, the heat now a searing brand that had me squirming beneath him. "You're going to take all of me," he said, his voice a command that my body was all too eager to obey. The doorbell rang, the sound a jarring interruption in the cocoon of our debauchery. He paused, his hand still on my hips, the anticipation of his next move a delicious agony. "Don't move," he ordered, the command in his voice unmistakable. He pulled his dick out slightly, the cold air a shock against my overheated flesh. "You want more, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I nodded, the word 'yes' lost in the maelstrom of sensation. The sound of the door opening was like a gunshot in the night, the cool breeze from the open doorway sending a shiver down my spine. I heard the muffled sound of greetings, the low murmur of another voice joining our twisted symphony. I trembled, the anticipation of what was to come a delicious terror that had my heart racing. "Look what we've got here," he said to the newcomer, the pride in his voice unmistakable. "A married man, eager to get bred." The stranger's footsteps grew louder, his presence a shadowy figure in the doorway. I could feel his gaze on me, a predator assessing its prey. "Is he tight?" the new voice asked, the curiosity in his tone making me clench around the object inside me. The man behind me chuckled, a sound that was both dark and inviting. "Like a virgin," he replied, his voice thick with satisfaction. I felt the hand on my hip tighten, the pressure building again as he pushed his cock back in. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before, the heat of the Tina mixing with the coldness of his wet dick, creating a strange alchemy that had me begging for more. The sound of clothes being hastily removed was a symphony of desire, my ears straining to make out each rustle and snap. I could feel the stranger's gaze on my bare skin, a silent communication of his intentions that had my heart racing. The scent of more poppers filled the room, and despite the fear bubbling in my stomach, I couldn't help but lean into it, eager for the escape it provided. The pressure grew as he guided his cock to my mouth, the head pressing against my lips. The taste was unfamiliar but welcome, the bitterness of his precum mixing with the metallic tang of the drug. I parted my lips and took him in, the sensation of his thickness stretching my mouth just as the other dick in my ass. The anonymous man behind me began to fuck me once more, the rhythm of his thrusts punctuating each gasp and moan that the newcomer pulled from my throat. The two men laughed, their voices a dark crescendo that grew louder with each passing moment. "You took the blue pill, huh?" the man in my mouth said, his voice a warm rumble that vibrated through his cock and down my spine. "Yeah, I'm going to fuck this married slut's mouth until I'm dry," he replied, his grip on my hair tightening. The thought of being used, of being their toy, only served to heighten my arousal, the Tina's warmth now a constant, pulsing presence in my ass. The sensation of the two cocks, one in my mouth and one in my ass, was like nothing I had ever experienced. The men moved in tandem, their grunts and curses a chorus of pleasure that filled the room. Each stroke of the cock in my mouth was met with a thrust into my ass, the synchronized dance of debauchery pushing me closer to the edge. My body was their playground, a canvas for their desires, and I reveled in every sensation they brought forth. My mouth grew slick with the newcomer's precum, my jaw aching with the effort of accommodating his length. Meanwhile, the man behind me had found his rhythm, his hips slapping against my ass with an almost brutal force. The Tina's warmth grew, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. I could feel my body responding, my prostate swollen and sensitive to each touch. They switched, the coldness of the air a stark contrast to the heat of their flesh. The man who had been in my mouth took over my ass, his cock slick with the mixture of our juices. The object inside me had grown warmer, a pulsing presence that seemed to be in time with my heartbeat. "Such a good boy," the new man in my mouth murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my nerves. The poppers had fully taken hold, my mind a whirlwind of sensation and need. I could feel every vein, every ridge of the two cocks that claimed me, each touch a spark that ignited the inferno within. They called me their little slut, their eager whore, and with each name, my arousal grew. I pushed back onto them, desperate for more, for the sweet release that was just out of reach. Their hands roamed my body, pinching my nipples, slapping my ass, pulling my hair. Each touch was a brand, marking me as theirs, a declaration of ownership that had me moaning into the thick silence. The room was a sea of darkness, my vision blocked by the blindfold, but I could feel their gazes on me, a palpable weight that only served to excite me further. The poppers made the world spin, each sniff a heady rush of pleasure that had me grinding my hips back, eager to take all they had to give. They laughed, the sound a dark music that only added to the symphony of our passion. "You're going to love this," one of them whispered, the promise a siren's call that had me trembling. The pressure grew, his dick in my ass now a searing brand of pleasure. They took turns, their thrusts growing more erratic, their breathing more ragged. The sounds of their skin slapping against mine grew louder, the scent of sweat and sex a potent perfume that filled the air. Then, the first guy stiffened, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he reached his peak. His grip on my hips tightened, his cock pulsing deep inside me. He pulled out with a wet pop, something wet and sticky leaving a warm trail as it dripped down my thighs. The sudden emptiness was a cold shock, the Tina inside me a pulsing reminder of my predicament. The second man withdrew from my mouth, his cock slick with spit and precum. I could hear the first one's laughter, a dark chuckle that seemed to fill the room as he stepped away. The absence of their cocks left me feeling cold, a stark contrast to the burning warmth that still radiated from the Tina in my ass. "Looks like he's still eager," the man who had been in my mouth said, a hint of amazement in his voice. The sound of a lighter flicking and the scent of wef reached my nose as they lit their cigarettes. They took deep drags, the sound of inhaled smoke a stark reminder of the brief respite I had been granted. "Don't worry, baby," the first man said, his voice a seductive purr, "we're not done with you yet." I lay there, panting and trembling, the Tina still lodged in my ass, pulsing with a strange warmth that had me squirming. My cock was a lifeless weight against my stomach, my body a battleground of pleasure and fear. I reached a trembling hand towards my ass, the sticky wetness a testament to their claim. But as my fingers brushed the edge of ass, a firm hand slapped my wrist away. "Don't touch that," the first man snarled, his voice a dark command that had me freezing in place. "That's our toy tonight, remember?" His laugh was cold and cruel, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel their eyes on me, watching my every move like hawks. "If you want something to play with, stick to your little dick or your nipples," he said, his tone mocking. "We're not done with you yet, slut." The room grew quiet once again, the only sounds the occasional crackle of their cigarettes and the thump of my heart in my chest. I could feel the wetness between my legs, my own arousal mingling with their cum. The anticipation grew, the Tina's warmth now a constant throb that had me desperate for relief. "What are we waiting for?" I whimpered, the words slipping out before I could think to censor them. He leaned in, his breath hot and moist against my ear. "Patience," he murmured, his voice a dark promise of what was to come. "Mathew will be here soon, and then the real fun begins." The mention of the third man sent a wave of fear through me, a cold splash of reality amidst the haze of the drug. But the fear was quickly overtaken by the need, the hunger for their touch, for their dominance. The minutes stretched into an eternity, the Tina's warmth now a constant reminder of my vulnerability. And then, the sound of a car door slamming outside, the crunch of gravel underfoot, and the jingle of keys in the lock. The men's conversation grew more hushed, the excitement palpable. The door opened, and a third set of footsteps echoed in the hallway. Mathew's voice was a cool breeze in the room. "So, what do we have here?" He stepped closer, and I could feel his eyes on me, his gaze a physical presence. The first man spoke, his tone filled with lust, "A married slut, begging for a good breeding." Mathew chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. I heard the rustle of clothes being removed, his presence adding a new layer of excitement to the room. "Looks like you're ready for us," he said, his voice low and hungry. The warmth in my body grew, a strange sensation that had me tense with anticipation. A band was suddenly wrapped tight around my bicep, the pressure uncomfortable but somehow fitting the scene. "Did you ever slam Tina in your veins?" he whispered in my ear, his breath a tease that sent a shiver down my spine. The question was like a cold splash of water, snapping me out of my haze for a moment. "What?" I mumbled, my voice slurred from the poppers. They all laughed, the sound a dark crescendo that had my stomach dropping. "Looks like this is your first time," the first guy said, his voice a mix of amusement and excitement. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you." I felt the pinch of the needle, a sharp sting that was quickly swallowed by the warmth that flooded my arm. The liquid burned as it entered my bloodstream, a fiery serpent that coiled around my veins. I gasped, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. The band was released, and I felt the rush of blood, the sudden absence of pressure leaving my skin cold and sensitive. Mathew stepped closer, his cock brushing against my thigh as he leaned over me. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that had me trembling. The warmth grew, spreading through my body like wildfire, the Tina a pulsing reminder of their power over me. How do you want this stoy to continue: Do you want the main character to be ubducted by the three men or not? Is this going to be a pozz story as well? What should be the aftermath of this night/weekend? Give you suggestions and i will see what i will use.

All my life, I had grown up with my dad and his wife who I consider to be more of a mother than my actual one. As far as I can remember it was her who attended the PTA meetings. I only see my biological mom about 2 or 3 times a year. The times we do see each other, it’s as if I’m being summoned to carry out a familial obligation and for the most part, it’s just awkward silences and exchanges of “really, I didn’t know that” or “you didn’t tell me that”. I still give her the benefit of the doubt since she still reaches out. Plus, it’s not just her. It’s her husband Terrence or as people call him, Terry who I look forward to seeing more. I was 16 when I first met Terry. He was nothing like my dad. He never told a story without his hands cutting shapes in the air, like he was carving the memory into the room. Even a story about traffic sounded like a barroom tale when Terry told it, complete with exaggerated sighs and a grin that made you laugh before the punchline came. After a bottle or two, my ‘mom’ would tell me how she’s the luckiest person in the world to have Terry, even if their bolts and screws don’t really fit. I didn’t understand what she had meant. I presumed they were just drunk talk when I was a kid. Terry never treated me like I’m my ‘Mom’s’ son. If anything, he was the very few adults who’d ask me about my life and treated me as an equal. Even if we had dinners with more people around, Terry always made sure that I wasn’t left out. The year I turned 25, cancer latched onto my ‘Mom’. Stage III when she did her checkup. I saw her more often and in some ways, I saw more of Terry too. I wish I could say more about the whole ordeal, but there really isn’t much to say. Like I said, I barely saw ‘Mom’ and the times I do, I’m more fixated on her husband. It’s not strange that throughout their marriage, ‘Mom’ and Terrence chose to be child-free. It was a hill they’d die on. That year blurred into hospital visits and unanswered texts, and before I knew it, the year had turned again. Just shy of my 26th birthday, she gave in, and her ordeal came to an end. Most of us had expected it. I had forgotten much of the funeral - only the fact that Terry embraced me in a hug. I couldn’t hold it in and let my grievances out to him by diving into his arms. He was the only person I could cry to. Even with Dad I kept my guard up. Terry provided a different kind of comfort when he held me, reassuring me that this was all part of life. I can still feel the weight of his palm on my shoulder. If only it lasted longer. That day, he told me something that ‘Mom’ had never said. “We’re family, don’t forget that.” I was frequently referred to as the kid or a mistake with zero regrets, as my mom used to joke. It’s hard to feel any sort of sentimentality with her before her health started to deteriorate. She was the same age as dad but clearly not as mature as he was in guaranteeing my upbringing. Family. I took his words to heart. Since the funeral, we text more than we ever had. It was mostly to update each other. He was selling the house in Revere to have a fresh start while I had gotten a promotion that paid for a new car. For Christmas last year, Terry invited me to his new place for dinner. I told him that it shouldn’t be a problem since Mom and Dad were on a cruise while my younger half sister was on exchange. He then insisted that I stay for a few days if I had nobody in town. How could I say no? Initially, I had planned to stay for a night or two, but work gave me two weeks off. I was with Terry for both Christmas and New Year’s. My boss had also been pestering me to take my vacation so for 4 weeks I’m OOO. Terry told me to stay for a week when I shared this. “You’ll love it here. There’s so much to do and see. I’ll show you around. Take an actual break for once.” He was right. I needed to get out of the city. Terry had moved to the Berkshires. The town he lived in wasn’t far from Albany. It was a quiet, quaint place with a few B&Bs, New England clapboard houses, and antique stores that might or might not be open. The cottage he called home sat at the end of a dead-end road, up a small hill where, in December, the bare trees made it possible to see the road’s start from the porch. It was lit when I turned in, the only house with lights. There were other cottages along the way, likely just vacation homes. I had reached at the right time since it got dark a few minutes after I parked in the driveway. Christmas Eve was tomorrow and I would be back in the city the day after New Year’s. Until then, Terry’s cottage was where I could blow off some steam. I walked up to the porch with a duffel bag and saw that the place was well lit through the windows. I took a moment to examine the interior from outside before knocking. There were portraits hanging on the walls and mini sculptures scattered at certain corners. There’s no denying that Terry has a good eye for art. I pulled the wind chime hanging above the front door before I knocked. Not long after, he opened the door. Still the same Terry I knew. At 6’0, he stood straight with both hands on his waist, chest naturally upright. His hair had turned grey over the years but not a single strand had dropped from his head. At 48, he was 20 years older than me. His arms opened before his mouth did and I dove straight into him. It was the second time since the funeral. He asked if I had been working out, commenting how different I looked. My arms were bigger with my hips higher from the squats I’ve been doing. Terry’s one to say. Underneath his itchy red reindeer sweater, he was lean from decades of doing calisthenics. He’d show his flexibility as a party trick when I was young. The cottage was a single storey with 3 bedrooms and a basement. My bedroom faced the driveway while Terry’s was on the other end. I settled in by unpacking my things in the room. The decor was neat and modest. I folded some clothes and hung my shirt before placing them in the wardrobe. I even took out some books to place them on the bookshelf by the window. It was already filled halfway. I browsed through the piles—Penguin classics, self-help books, encyclopedias and, out of nowhere, a pile of Honcho magazines. Curiosity made me pick one out. On the cover was a man with a leather vest. Thick moustache. What was initially casual page flipping led me to being engrossed with the whole issue itself. Some pages made me hard. I went for another issue. This time it was more explicit. At the study table, I noticed a box of Kleenex next to the lamp. It seemed better to have it by the nightstand instead. A few flips of the second issue got me harder than the first. I found that it felt more intimate to rub one off this way than to go on the internet or open my phone. There was something more raw about these photos, and when I finally came, the relief I got felt more deserving. The load I released was more than usual. I was panting more too. I wasn’t sure if I had moaned. I rarely did that. The phone then buzzed. Terry said that dinner was ready. I wiped the jizz off my stomach and changed. Before I left the room, I noticed that the door had been slightly ajar. Odd. I never left my doors open. At the table, Terry had already sat with a glass of red. I let him pour me a glass after his offer. The dining table could’ve fit 6 people but it was only Terry and I seated across from each other at different ends. Terry in typical Terry fashion said that it’s good practice for us to enunciate our words and to project our voice, like aristocrats. I smirked. We weren’t actually that far apart and we still managed to hear each other and talk. Halfway through the pasta and on my 4th glass, I asked Terry why he had those magazines. “Because I like them. Don’t you?” I nodded, asking him in what way he liked it. “In every way, kiddo. Don’t play dumb now.” “What?” “Your Mom used to say…the bolts and screws didn’t fit” “But why then?” “Why not? She was my best friend and we wanted to save on taxes.” I didn’t want to bring up my dead mother during this time of the year. That would be too much of a cliché. “Cool. Do you…or have you…seen anybody since?” “I have some very great friends who aren’t too far from here. Great people. You’ll like them. They’ll be here for dinner tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind that it’ll be a sausage fest. Or maybe you won’t.” I proceeded to ask Terry more about his friends and the things he’s been up to. It wasn’t a shock that we lean the same way. What surprised me more was that I never had someone to show the ropes in dealing with it. The mascot that went around the school once a year for pride didn’t really help. But how would Terry even know? I brought a girl out to prom for senior year and I work in IT. The last guy I slept with, I met at a bar. The last actual relationship I had ended after I graduated. Terry told me that he’s sorry after I told him all of this. I replied that there was no need, I was just ranting and thinking out loud. It had been months since I had a proper OOO time to myself so I made the most out of it by letting my frustrations, be it professional or personal, be heard with an audience of one. “Don’t you ever feel shy about sharing how you feel. Let me make up for those lost times I should’ve been there.. I just hope you don’t blame me or your Mom. Well, maybe her, rest in peace. We had zero suspicions but then again, we were never really there.” I laughed and assured him that I’m just glad to have some time off and that I wasn’t pointing any fingers. He was blowing things out of proportion in his silly theatrical ways. I had another serving of pasta before Terry took out the dessert, a square tiramisu from the freezer. A bottle of Limoncello was opened and I lost track of the amount of glasses we gulped. The next thing I remembered was Terry adding more twigs and chopped logs into the fireplace before calling me to the leather couch. Terry was already on it, lying full length with his arms stretched out like he owned every inch of the leather. There was only a tiny space left at the edge, just enough for me to squeeze in. I would have overthought it on any other night, where to put my hands, how close to sit, but the alcohol had made that part of my brain lazy. I sank down beside him, shoulders brushing. The TV above the fireplace was playing The Polar Express, muted except for the crackle of the fire. Tom Hanks’ face flickered in the glow while Terry’s arm, warm and heavy, stayed behind me in a clasp. “I’ve always liked him in Philadelphia. Have you seen it?” “No, is it good?” “Quite so. What a time it was back then, in the worst way. These days, doctors would argue that they’d rather deal with patients who are positive than diabetic. In just 3 decades.” I got closer to Terry as I wasn’t sure if the tipsiness clouded my listening skills or his speech. Positive? “It’s time to tell you something kiddo. You’ve been honest with me the minute you stepped through the front door. If it weren’t for your mom, I wouldn’t have survived til this day. We got married because I needed to be insured. I remembered the day she insisted on it. You hadn’t turned 2 yet.. She had lost custody of you a few weeks prior and she was finding ways to fix her karma after getting into ‘New Age’. A few of our friends were gone and the medications weren’t FDA approved or trusted by many. We took a huge risk. Your mother and I drove to Vegas that weekend and months later, I found the right doctor. Nothing drastic since. You could never tell when you visited us during those summers, could you?” There had been pills that Terry would take when I would have breakfast but so did Mom. Without reading the bottles or knowing what AZT or SSRI meant, you wouldn’t have noticed. The fact that Mom had mild depression while Terry had the 3 big letters flew under my nose. My reaction to Terry disclosing this history of him and ‘Mom’ made me view her differently, less self-centered than I thought.I realized I was sitting closer to Terry than I had planned. He hadn’t moved, his legs stretched out along the couch, his left arm curled loosely around my waist. His head rested on a cushion near my right thigh. I kept my feet planted on the floor, stiff, pretending not to notice the way his hand grazed and pressed lightly against my side. I said nothing. I didn’t want to. The zipper of my pants pushed up, forming a hill. Terry broke the silence, asking if we could watch something else. “Yeah we can. You pick something out. Host’ choice.” “Any preferences?” “Not at all. Maybe no horror, no heavy drama or anything complex to be honest. I can barely think” “How bout some porn? Something more than just magazines.” By now, I had realized the cushion holding Terry’s head was on my right thigh, and I heard the last question come out sharper, louder than before. I looked down to see his face smirking. It was less a tease than a taunt. I raised my eyebrows and said, “Sure.” He got up to find the remote, freeing my leg, which had started to feel numb. The TV then grabbed my attention with the screen showing the animated train moving through the blizzard. Without a warning, the channel changed to HDMI. Terrence had returned in a festive robe while holding a hard drive with one hand and a remote controller with the other. The hard drive was plugged and he sat up straight next to me. His arms extended again, resting on my shoulder this time. His robe was tied loose. It gave me a glimpse or two of his pecs and nipples covered in that coarse silver hair. My gaze wasn’t lost on Terrence. I felt a pinch of my left shoulder from his grip, directing me to keep my eyes up to the screen. “I can’t promise that.” “Maybe this will help you focus.” Terry reached for a keepsake box under the coffee table in front of us. He revealed a glass pipe, a pill case containing shiny white rocks and shards, and a torch that could be used for preparing creme brulee. I was into weed during college and kept a glass bong during my sophomore year but this was new. I’m told that similar to a bong, I need to inhale but Terry will light it for me. I didn’t bother to ask him what it was. I’ve trusted him for as long as I remember. His guidance in handling the pipe convinced me that he’ll always be there to look out for me. After he instructed me to exhale when he stopped the torch, I let out a cloud of light smoke that was similar to vapour. Suddenly I started to feel my nerves electrifying through my body, as if my senses were amplified. My heart beat rapidly and my skin began to perspire. Terry then held my chin to face into my wide eyes before asking how I felt. “Feel better? Eyes up, kiddo.” I complied with no hesitation. That first puff of many compelled me to listen and follow anything Terry said. Whatever he gave me had unlocked a primal state within me that I no longer have shame in suppressing. The screen now showed a menu interface with Terry navigating through the folders before clicking on a file. A video began to play. In a hotel room, there was a guy around my age in a jock and a bass pro cap rolling on a bed before getting on all fours. Terry nudges me to tell me that he’s behind the camera and that this guy’s name is Hayden, his other ‘son’ that he met a year ago. “Before you meet them, I want you to see how well my friends take good care of Hayden. I don't want you to be nervous around them when they’re here tomorrow. And guess what? Hayden will be there too.” I couldn’t wait for tomorrow’s dinner any longer. It was crystal clear that there had been zero regrets coming up here, especially when considering how the rest of my stay went.

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I fucking love summer time and landscapers! Good a couple of load earlier from the two Latinos who had a little break in their morning schedule. Love sucking sweaty uncut cocks, and it was quick to kneel for them and let them fuck their nuts down my throat. They smelled and tasted so fucking amazing.

So good to be fucked IN ORDER TO GET POZZED or HIV RECHARGED. We must always prefer POZ sex. The POZ brotherhood is a reality. I am proud to be one of them and to enjoy HIV sharing with my POZ fellows.

I have a few videos of me sucking a few guys off understall and through a gloryhole. Not sure if I'm allowed to post links, but I'm more than happy to share if anyone is interested.

Fucking have a blast. Enjoy the rides

I'm poz, on meds and undetectable. Do I like it it? Hmmm... it's one more thing I have to deal with as I get older. It is nice to get fucked without worry though which is what I had before prep came onto the scene. I get tested at Dean St (lovely people btw) every 6 months ( more often if necessary) when I also get another 6 months supply of Duvato (the meds I'm on). But I'd say I would still get regular tests even if I wasn't poz became I'd be on prep.

So this past weekend I met an older gay couple (late 50’s) on Grindr who invited me back to their place. I was a little apprehensive since this is my first time going to someone’s house since I’ve been stationed in Germany. We make small talk for a while over a few pilsners and discussing what we like sexually as well. They eventually invited me down to their basement where they have an enormous sex dungeon, fuck bench, sling, stocks/pillory and shower setup. I was a little nervous and started thinking what have I gotten myself into. They both undress me and with me in the middle start kissing all over my body which brings out my slut mode. I get down on my knees and start sucking their dicks, 7.5 and 8in respectively, bouncing back and forth while they aggressively hold my head calling me a dick sucking whore in German. They placed me in the stock/pillory and flooded both holes with their cum and then took me to the shower and pissed on me. They invited me back this weekend and I definitely accepted, I love being a slutty dirty whore for men.

I didn't have this exact problem, but like AlwaysOpen, I had prostate cancer in 2019 (I was 54 at the time). After hearing some horror stories about bladder leakage and incontinence, I decided to NOT have surgery. I had proton beam radiation, which worked really well for me. I have now been taking FLOWMAX (the name cracks me up....I always say it like the voice of the guy advertising NITRO BURNING FUEL INJECTED FUNNY CARS!!!!! on local TV in 1977) daily and 20mg of Cialis twice a week. Those work well for me.....I.P. Freely (HA!) and my boners are consistent. I've been cancer free for 5 years. I wish you good luck with whatever you choose to do. It was very strange to me to be offered a range of treatments when you're not an expert or a medical professional. I found it confounding. Two friends had PC the year after mine, and they chose completely different treatment options. There's no one right answer. It's not like an appendectomy where it's gotta come out, or else you die. The other thing I would say is that if you're not confident in your urologist, FIND ANOTHER ONE. I can't emphasize this enough. I really liked the first one who explained my treatment options (but he was not a surgeon or an oncologist) but the second one (a surgeon, what a surprise) was a massive ASSHOLE (his name was Dr Raju Thomas, the prick). He answered his fucking CELL PHONE during our consult! And not in a "I'm really sorry I must take this, I'll be right back, excuse me" kind of way. He just held up his finger to make me stop speaking and walked out of the room without a word. I was speechless (which is rare). He's also the head of Urology at Tulane Medical School so he's training doctors. Such a fucking jerk. I thought my husband was going to scream, he was so mad. We walked out of the consult after he answered his phone and left the room. It was one of the rudest things anyone has ever done to me. Hubz ended up calling the office of the President of the University to complain. but Dr. Asshole is still in his post. If you get treated like this GO ELSEWHERE.

As someone who just spent a year on the prostate cancer journey ( from the failed PSA test to the last radiation treatment ) I think I can answer your question. You are being diagnosed by a Urologic Surgeon. His entire educational focus was on surgery- and as it applies to penis and prostates. Down the street from his office ( or if he is posh, down the hall) there is a very nice, VERY expensive operating room, likely outfitted with a robotic surgery machine that cost a LOT ( a million perhaps) and has to be paid for, one man at a time. So his solution is cut the prostate out ( bigger billable) Up to 5% of the men he cuts up will have bladder leakage the rest of their lives, some will have one, or both, erectile nerves that run up opposite sides of the prostate severed or damaged, and will have to do " dick shots" to get some version of an erection. Oh- another issue with removing the prostate- the urethra runs up thru the damned thing- bladder to penis tip- if that gets sliced, they have to resection it. Now, there is no spare tubing between the bladder and the prostate, so they "pull up" the needed undamaged urethra from the other end- which means you will have a loss of length. Surgery is 1980 technology. The uro lift is much less invasive ( and less money for the practice) but is better than losing a key part of your sexuality.

I loved looking up at Gheorghe’s stubbled, manly face as his expressions switched from lust to strain to something else entirely. I just comfortably lay there, my shoulders and head resting against the back of the sofa whilst my legs were flopped over his shoulders. I was full of his meaty cock, enjoying being stuffed as well as knowing any movement I felt was not coming from Gheorghe himself but instead from Bret or Justin. They were performing a two-man gang breeding of the gorgeous Romanian foreman, taking it in turns to fuck him and fill him with a poz load, all while my own toxic hole provided his dick with somewhere comfortable to be. He had spurted in me twice already, mostly from the pounding his prostate was taking rather than from actually fucking me, but his dick was big enough that it could soften and then harden again without slipping out. I was happy just to lie there, swirling his giant gold cross round in my hands, occasionally tugging on the chain, and gazing up at the beautiful hunk who was so readily taking my lovers’ potent loads in his unprotected neg hole. We were in the living room of Dad’s flat, having brought Gheorghe back here as his reward for keeping working all day even as K&K repeatedly bent Jonas and Pavel over the kitchen counter or bathroom sink to fuck more loads into them. The twins loved fucking the two younger builders, and Kieron had told me that it was always the same pairings. “I don’t know bruv” he had said to me, as we stood out on the balcony smoking when I had dropped by to see how things were, “I really fucking like Pavel. And he’s so fucking hot.” “What about Kane?” I had asked. “What do you think?” he had said, looking back through the window. Kane was sitting with Jonas at the crappy little table and chairs we’d found by the bin store, which we thought we’d bring upstairs temporarily to give the builders a place to have a tea break. There was a book open on the table, and though we couldn’t hear them with the balcony door closed, we knew Kane was slowly helping Jonas work on his English a bit more. He was even putting on a bit of a posh accent to help Jonas learn how they say things on the BBC, rather than the trashy way we speak out on the Ballard estate. “You reckon he likes him?” I had asked Kieron. “I know he does” Kieron had replied. “Fuck, maybe we’re going to end up in a… what the fuck do you even call a relationship with four guys?” “A quadruple?” I had responded, laughing. “Yeah” Kieron had said, smiling. “One of those.” I didn’t think it was too unlikely that they might end up in a more complicated thing with the two builders, and actually sort of hoped it did happen. Me and Bret do look alike, but there’s such a height difference that you could just think it was one of those weird coincidences or some narcissistic thing. This meant we could get away with being open about being together in public without a whole load of bullshit breaking out, as long as we didn’t use our surname. But Kane and Kieron had no chance of that, and while they sometimes took a ‘fuck it’ attitude and behaved like a couple in public places, I knew they held back most of the time and were getting more and more frustrated by it. If they ended up with Jonas and Pavel being with them too, they would at least have lovers they could be open with while enjoying each other behind closed doors. So, anyway, with Jonas and Pavel having had all the fun, games and loads that day, we three had brought Gheorghe back to ours. Brian and Sheila were off overnight seeing their son up in Manchester, so the Dragon was closed and I had the night off. I was antsy and really needed a cock inside me so I had gone to the park toilets and taken two loads there, but now it was the perfect set up as I could just be a hole for Gheorghe all night while Bret and Justin went crazy on his rear end. Justin was riled up after a day of dealing with nothing but bullshit stuff from stupid people across three estates, whilst Bret had been fucked and bred by six different guys at the gym and was really in the mood to be a top for a change. This worked well for Gheorghe who now craved taking the cocks and poz loads of two muscled studs all night, whilst I wanted nothing more than to be stuffed with his girthy dick until dawn. It wasn’t until dawn though, as four loads each seemed to be the limit for Bret and Justin. We all needed to sleep, so Justin and Gheorghe got into Bret’s bed while me and my brother got in mine. I was big spoon, and slid my dick inside him before kissing his back. He clasped his fingers with mine and pulled me closer to him, and then we slowly drifted off to sleep. It was still dark when I was woken up by Bret squeezing my cock with his hole, and we started gently rocking a bit so I was actually fucking him. As I began to feel my orgasm coming, I moved my hand to grip and tug on his huge silver neck chain while he flexed his hole to coax out my load. As soon as I blew, we both fell back asleep. It was light when we woke again, the noise of Justin resuming his ploughing of Gheorghe missionary style probably being what did it. Bret fucked a load into Gheorghe in the shower, and then we all sat down to have an amazing pancake breakfast he cooked for us. He then put on yesterday’s clothes and headed off to the flat to begin work again, whilst Justin got into his police gear and went off to the station for his shift. Bret and I put on some music and danced around a bit while we cleaned up the kitchen, which was all fun and laughter until we got into a slow dance when a ballad came on. A few minutes later he was bent over the table moaning as I thrust in and out of him, his chain and bracelets banging and scraping on the wood as I fucked him. He needed another shower after that, with me of course in there with him. He wasn’t on at the gym until the late shift, which started around the same time as mine at the Dragon. The twins were going to go to the other flat later to check on things, and probably have some more fun with the two younger builders, so we didn’t need to worry about that. This meant we had the whole day to spend together, but we had known that in advance so had made some arrangements. Today was going to be the day that Andrew finally took our cocks, assuming he didn’t bottle it. He was coming over around lunchtime, which meant we had a bit of time to chill out. We ended up getting a bit more sleep after our shower, with me curled up in Bret’s arms on the sofa. We were woken by a text from Andrew saying he was in a cab on the way, and that he had a buttplug in his hole so he was ready. “Guess this is happening then” Bret said. “He might still bottle it” I replied. “Nah” said Bret, smiling. “When he takes one look at us, he’s gonna be riding one of our cocks in no time. We’re a pair of fucking studs bruv.” I laughed out loud as Bret flexed his muscles for me in a really stupid way, before diving at him and ramming my mouth against his. We kissed really deeply, pawing at each other. “Woah” he said, pulling away from me. “We better stop now before I throw you on that sofa and mount your cock.” “Yeah” I panted. “We’ve got a little twunk to poz.” Andrew arrived shortly after, and was a ball of nervous excitement. Even though it was early we poured him a couple of shots of vodka to calm him down, and even got him to smoke a couple of cigarettes with us at the kitchen window. Once he had relaxed a bit we began to gently touch him, and then led him into the bedroom. “You sure you want this?” I asked him. “Please” he replied. “I want it so badly.” That was enough for us, and we began to get him undressed. He was wearing a royal blue jock, and sure enough there was a buttplug in his hole. Bret played with it for a moment, tapping or turning it to get a reaction from Andrew, but then he pulled on it to get it out. When it did pop out Andrew yelped, but it had done its job as his hole was open and ready. “Who do you want first?” Bret asked. “Luke” Andrew replied. “Well OK” I said, sharing a wink with Bret. I lay Andrew on his back and briefly licked and sucked on his modest but rock-hard cock. Then I lifted his legs and planted my face in his crack, licking around his loosened hole as he moaned in pleasure. Bret got on the bed next to Andrew and took hold of his ankles, freeing up a hand so I could slip a couple of fingers into the hole. It was clear he was ready, so I shuffled up to a kneeling position and we dropped his body down a bit to the right level. I put my cock at his hole, and then stared at him. “You want this cock in there?” I asked Andrew. “Yes” he whimpered. “You want my poz cock in your hole?” I said. “Yes!” he panted. “You want me to fuck this poz cock in your hole and then fill you with a toxic load?” “Yes!” he almost yelled. I smiled, and then pushed forward into him. He was loose, but my dick reached deeper than the plug had so he grimaced a bit as I planted the full length in him. I held in place while he got used to it, looking at his head thrown back and his eyes closed. But then he lifted his head and opened his eyes, staring up at me. His eyes worked down my body, and he reached out with both his hands and gently ran his fingers over the biohazard tattooed onto my torso. “Please Luke” he whispered, “I need this.” I began to thrust into him, and he gently moaned in enjoyment. I looked down at my cock sliding in and out of him, and liked how it looked to be fucking someone smaller than me for a change. He was really receptive, his whole body seeming to tell me he wanted this, loved this, and needed this. Bret turned his own body a bit so he could reach over with his other hand and begin to gently touch Andrew’s lean torso, before he ran his fingers up to his face. Andrew opened his mouth and began to suck on Bret’s fingers, moaning around them as I sped up my thrusts. “You want this?” I asked him, feeling my orgasm brewing. “Do it please” he moaned, as he brought his own hand up to tightly take hold of Bret’s. “Breed me Luke, breed me.” His hole repeatedly clenched on my cock as I began to unload in him, and he panted throughout in appreciation. “I can feel it” he whispered. “I just pozzed you” I panted. “I just pozzed you.” “Oh fuck yeah” he sighed. “I need it.” I slid out of him, hauling myself up on the bed next to him and collapsing on my back. Bret let go of his ankle, and Andrew flipped himself over onto all fours and took my cock in his mouth. He licked and sucked the remaining cum, while he arched his back to make it clear to Bret what he wanted. My brother smiled, then positioned himself and slid in. Andrew moaned around my cock as his hole was filled even more, but he showed no signs of pain so Bret just began to thrust. Andrew was in fucking heaven, no doubt about it, and the way Bret gripped the guy’s hips and got he a really focused expression on his face, I knew he was now seriously into what we were doing. I reckoned this must be how he looked when he fucked guys at the gym, including a growing number of so-called straight guys who were wrecking their futures for a few minutes with my stud of a brother. Bret roared like an animal when he came inside Andrew, and between watching him fuck as well as the oral attention on my cock, I was hard again. Andrew had of course noticed, and as soon as Bret withdrew from him, he got up on his knees and then swung one leg over to straddle me. He sat down on my cock, and I just lay there as he eagerly fucked himself on me while constantly rubbing one hand over my tattoo. Bret got hot and horny again, never really going soft after coming in Andrew, and when he got off the bed and went round behind the bouncing twunk, I knew what was coming. He put a hand on Andrew’s shoulder to stop him moving, and then bent him forward. “You want me inside you with my brother, don’t you?” Bret growled at him. “Oh fuck yeah!” Andrew panted. Bret squatted down, his incredible leg muscles flexing like crazy, and Andrew’s face contorted as I felt my brother’s dick sliding against mine as he pushed in. He took it slowly, but never stopped pushing forward until he was as far inside as he could get in that position. He held still until Andrew had started breathing more normally again, and then he began thrusting. Andrew’s mouth was wide open and his eyes squeezed closed, but his dick was so rock hard it looked like it might explode so I knew he was loving it. As I could feel my own orgasm coming on, and knew from Bret’s ragged breathing that his was close too, I took hold of Andrew’s cock and began to rub him. He threw his head back and came almost straight away, and the clenching of his hole as he did so set off me and Bret. Andrew’s hole was filled with two more loads of poz cum as he blew what might be one of his last neg loads over my stomach. We all needed a break after that, but me and Bret got four more loads into him before it was time for us brothers to get showered again so we could be on time for work. Andrew was a fucked-out mess, but was so happy and satisfied. “Thank you” he said to both of us as he hugged us together. “Thank you.” “Plenty more where that came from” I said. “Yeah” added Bret, “if you really want this then we might have to keep fucking you to make sure it takes.” Somehow Andrew got a boner again, and we all chuckled looking down at his shorts. Bret asked him if he had any plans for the rest of the day, and when he said he didn’t, we suggested he could hang out at our place if he wanted so we could pick up again later. Bret offered to take him to the gym and get him in if he wanted to work out or just relax in the spa, and I said he could stop by the pub for a drink and some food. We also said that the others would be around at various times later, and if he was up for it then they might be willing to add some poz loads to his hole. He asked if we were sure, and then when we said we were, he got really happy. I got him some of my gym and swimming stuff so he could go off with Bret, and also found the spare keys to give to him. They set off together, hurrying a little as Bret was now running late, and then I wandered down to the pub while setting out everything on the group chat. Andrew did stop by the pub a couple of hours later, saying he had really enjoyed the steam room but had spent most of the time sitting or standing near the store room listening to what was going on. “Bret got fucked a lot” he whispered to me at the bar. “I mean, he was in there just a few minutes after we arrived, he only came out once to go to the loo, and there was just guy after guy going in there in turn.” “Yeah” I chuckled, speaking quietly. “He’s basically like a piece of gym equipment now.” “It’s fucking hot” said Andrew. I had to agree, though I also still found it funny. Just a year ago I thought of my brother as this muscle-bound soldier who was probably fucking his way through all the girls in the town next to the barracks, and yet now he was on all fours on a bench in a store room at a gym taking cock for hours, loving every minute of it and getting paid for it too. Andrew ordered a burger and a beer, then went outside as it was a nice evening. I saw him lighting up a cigarette, meaning he was in the process of picking up something else toxic from us Ballards, and then after a bit Justin joined him after coming off shift and changing at home. I took a pint out to him partly to check on Andrew, but all was fine so I went back inside. We had a bit of a rush at the bar for a while, and when I went back outside to have a cigarette I found that K&K had arrived too with Pavel and Jonas in tow. “No Gheorghe?” I asked. “Too tired” said Kieron, winking at me. “Yeah” I sighed with a smile, imagining the hunky Romanian needed a good sleep after last night. “Good times.” It was clearly going to be a full house, as I imagined Jonas and Pavel would be in with the twins all night and going back to work straight from ours as Gheorghe had done that morning. But Andrew would enjoy Justin for sure, and me and Bret would join in later after work. I made sure everyone had the drinks they needed once I finished my cig, and then went back in to the bar as more customers were looking like they’d be getting in their next rounds soon. By the time I went back out again later for another smoke, everyone had gone back to the flat. When Brian and I had finished closing up the bar, I dashed to the Nisa before it closed to grab some cigarettes and rum. Aimee now had her jock boyfriend Will working there with her, and I chuckled to myself when I noticed he was glancing nervously at me while Aimee ran me up on the till. I winked at him, and saw his lips curl into a smile briefly before he got all flustered and turned around to shuffle the bottles on the shelf behind him. I decided to see if there was some fun to be had there later on, but only once I had helped convert Andrew, Gheorghe and Shane as that was a lot on my pozzing plate as it was. Jonas and Pavel were the twins’ projects at least. When I got back, Pavel and Jonas were clearly taking a pounding in the twins’ room, but when I listened at my door I could not make anything out. Figuring Justin and Andrew might be resting after a fuck, I decided to have a drink in the kitchen. I poured myself a rum and added some coke from the fridge, then fully opened the window and plonked a chair down beside it so I could relax with a cig. I caught up with messages on my phone, including a couple from Gheorghe thanking me and Bret again for a fun night, and one from Shane seeing when we could next hook up. I went back and forth with him for a bit, agreeing to see him in a couple of days as I needed to go to Stephen’s office again. There were also a couple from Grant proposing a scene for me to do solo, which sounded fun and could be done the next Monday on my night off from the Dragon, so I wrote back and agreed to it all while asking if I needed to wear anything special. He replied quickly saying I just needed to be in my bling and normal clothes when I got to his, and he would sort out the rest before he drove me to the venue. Bret then arrived home, and joined me in the kitchen for a drink. He just had a glass of straight rum with some ice, and before sitting down he leaned over and gave me a really deep kiss. “Missed you” he whispered, giving me a big smile. “Heard you had a busy day at the gym” I said, winking. “Yeah” he sighed. “While Andrew was there I was fucked into next week by a load of guys. They’d been waiting for me or something, so it was fucking full-on.” “Hot” I said. “I fucking love that you’re such a bottom for everyone there.” “You know I’m a fucking bottom for everyone everywhere” he laughed. “But then these two guys wanted me to top them. Groom and best man at a wedding next week for fuck’s sake.” “Fuck me” I said. “It was hot and all” he said, before taking a big inhale of his cigarette and blowing out the smoke, “but just fucking call off the wedding, you know?” “Yeah” I said. “They fucking each other?” He nodded, while taking a gulp of his rum. “Groom a complete bottom” he said. “Best man gay.” “Sounds like the groom is gay too” I said. “Closet case trying to please his parents” Bret said. “Kind of fucking annoys me, to be honest. Just man up, come out, and go off and be happy. Don’t fucking ruin some poor woman’s life.” “You starting to have second thoughts about fucking straight men?” I asked. “I dunno” he said. “I think I like helping the older married guys. You know, the ones who are starting to find a way out of being married. But those guys tonight just fucking got to me. The groom is a fucking coward, and I don’t know what the fuck the best man’s deal is but he’s going to get hurt and fucking hurt that woman too. So fucking pointless.” I put my drink down on the table, then got up and slid onto Bret’s lap facing him. I put my mouth on his and kissed him, then sat back and looked in his eyes. He brought his cigarette to his mouth and inhaled, and then I took it from him and did the same before stubbing it out. We then just looked at each other for a while, not really needing to say anything. Eventually I leaned in and kissed him again, before sliding off him and standing up. “Shall we go and see what the other two are doing?” I asked. He nodded, gulped back the last of his rum, and then stood up too. I held my hand out and he took it, and then we walked round to our bedroom door. I opened it up slowly, and we could see straight away that Justin was slowly and gently fucking Andrew missionary on Bret’s bed. “Room for two more?” I asked softly. Justin looked round and smiled, and so we went into the room and closed the door, ready to have another night of fun together.

Man that was one horny fuck. I did something similar a few weeks back. It was a Scruff hookup. He was gunna wait on the bed and he’d leave the door unlocked.I didn’t give him a time, only that I’d fuck him sometime during the night.I waited 3 hours before I got to his place. I let myself in. I knew he was asleep cuz I heard him snoring. I stripped off before I went into his bedroom. I was well hard. I could see I’m in the dim light. He was a big husky lad, big arse. He was lying face down and still fast asleep. I carefully mounted him and slid my lubed cock between his arse cheeks. My cock was halfway in his hole before he woke up with a start. I grunted “open your legs wider” He opened his legs and I went balls deep. I fucked him hard for about 10 minutes before I creamed his guts. I pulled out, got dressed and fucked off

Just before we got home, Justin messaged Bret about getting things started. We invited him to come over later, and he was actually a bit relieved that K&K were off overnight in another city having a session with a new group of guys who Grant had said were all going to be beefy Greeks, Italians and such. That meant that Justin would be broken in with just me and Bret, and he was pleased with that. He was fucking nervous when he arrived, so we got him to chill out a bit with a few drinks. “It’s gold-plated silver” he said, when I asked about the big thick chain he was wearing. “Remember when my nan died?” “Yeah” Bret said. “She left me some money” he said. “Should have fucking saved it, but I got wasted and don’t even remember being on Etsy. Thought I’d been hacked or some shit, and then this turned up. Never had the fucking nerve to wear it, but didn’t want to sell it either.” “It looks amazing on you” said Bret. “Fuck what people think. When you’re not in uniform, I want you fucking wearing it.” “OK” said Justin, grinning. “Let me see it without your T-shirt” I said. He glanced at me, but then stood up from the sofa and peeled off his top. He stood in front of us flexing his muscles, the gold chain shining on his neck and chest. “Fuck” said Bret. “You are so fucking sexy.” “Amen” I added. “You think so?” said Justin. “Fuck yeah” I said. “Get those fucking jeans off” Bret said. This began a few minutes of us getting Justin fully naked, enjoying looking at his sculpted body, amazing arm and torso tatts, and the kilo of metal around his neck. His buttocks and legs were amazing too, and I salivated at his thick, hardening cock. “We’re going to fuck you now” said Bret. “Please” whispered Justin. We steered him into our room, and got him to lie down on Bret’s bed. We both then stripped naked too, and I saw Justin lick his lips a bit. “One last time” said Bret. “You sure about this?” “Yes” said Justin. “Please, I need you to fuck me.” Bret got down on his knees beside the bed, and pushed Justin’s legs up so he could lean in and start rimming his hole. I climbed up on the bed in a position where I could take hold of Justin’s ankles, leaving Bret’s hands free to also begin fingering his friend. This position also put my hard cock close to Justin’s face, and as I hoped, he began to gently lick and suck me. He moaned as Bret slowly opened him up, gently rubbing his own cock throughout. The foreplay went on for a lot longer than I was used to, but Bret finally pulled back and stood up. He told Justin to turn over, and after a bit of all of us moving around, Bret was kneeling behind him while he was now fully swallowing my cock. He held it in his mouth and moaned around it as Bret slowly but steadily pushed inside him. “You feel amazing” Bret whispered. “Fuck me” Justin said, muffled by my cock. Bret began to thrust, and Justin moaned constantly as he sucked and swallowed me. This was one of those fucks where Bret really held back, just going at a good rhythm without pounding too hard, and Justin loved it. He arched his back, and took in each thrust with an appreciative groan. He particularly loved when Bret started pulling all the way out and then pushing back in, which I could identify with as I love that too. But eventually he began thrusting a bit harder and faster, and I knew what was coming. “You ready for this load Justin?” he growled. “Yes, breed me!” Justin moaned around my cock. “You ready for this poz load?” Bret yelled. “Fucking give it to me!” Justin yelled back after letting my cock drop out of his mouth. “Here it fucking comes” Bret growled, before slamming in and groaning. His whole body pulsed as he came inside Justin. “Oh fuck yeah” Justin sighed, his own body clenching as he squeezed his hole on Bret. For my turn I got Justin on his back, where he could put his head on the mattress and clean off Bret’s cock while I held back his legs and slid into him. I went hard and fast from the outset, so fucking turned on looking down at his six pack, pecs, bulging tatted biceps and that amazing gold chain. He moaned and groaned until I slammed in and added a second toxic load to his hole. For the rest of the night me and Bret took it in turns to breed Justin, in all positions, in all parts of the flat, with breaks for drinks, cigarettes, snacks or whatever else. At one point I lay down so Justin could fuck me missionary, with Bret sliding inside him at the same time. It was so hot to be looking up at his gorgeous face, seeing him respond to each thrust into him while he worked hard to give me a good fuck, his big chain swaying back and forth. He was so completely into it, loving letting himself go so he could just enjoy being with guys. “I guess I could wear a balaclava” he said, while we were sitting having a smoke in the kitchen. “What?” Bret asked. “In those videos” he said. “If I had my face covered, you know, I could get fucked by all those guys and not worry about it.” “You want to be in a video?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “You guys have fucked me like ten times or something tonight and I still want more. Reckon I might be good at getting gang fucked like you guys are.” “What is it with this estate?” he chuckled. “Too long here and we all just turn into cumdumps.” “Too fucking long being married is what fucking did it” said Bret. “Need to get that fucking divorce done so I can just be free for taking cock.” “You not a top anymore then?” I asked. “Shame, coz you’re so fucking good at it.” “Nah” said Justin, “will give as good as I take. Don’t worry.” To prove it, after one more round of breeding him, we went to bed with Justin in the middle, Bret’s cock inside him while his was inside me. It was a tight fit in the bed, but it felt kind of right too. I’d always liked Justin, and he had my back a bit when we were younger, distracting Bret or the others if they were being particularly shitty to me. Maybe there was room for him here? The next morning we fucked two more loads into him, and then Bret bent over and took a pounding from Justin. I slid inside the cummy hole and fucked my brother while Justin took a shower, and then headed off back to his mum’s. Bret and I were a bit quiet for a while, but then he asked me what I thought about Justin. I knew he was feeling a bit torn, so I encouraged him to just have an honest conversation with me about it all. We eventually agreed to see how things went, and that we’d keep being honest with each other, but that we were both wondering about whether Justin might actually be part of something with us in the future. We knew for sure that J was in love with Bret, probably always had been, and that was something we wanted to think about some more. K&K were disappointed to have missed Justin’s first poz breedings, but we promised they’d be involved in the next round. We then got them to tell us all about their night, which had been pretty wild. The men had all been really muscular and hairy, and had loved how smooth and muscular the twins were. They had been thrown around like dolls for nearly seven hours, taking everything that the men could give. Grant had told them most of the men were in fact negative, but loved fucking younger poz guys with all the risks and kinks that involved. Kane and Kieron both really fucking enjoyed it, and said we should join in next time. Justin was back two nights later, but I had to let it all start without me while I worked my shift at the Dragon. By the time I got back, the twins had already managed to start double-fucking the hunky policeman, and his hole was gaping and dripping cum. I added a quick load to the mix, then gave him a longer fuck in my bed later. The twins alternated his hole for a while, with Justin buried inside Bret the whole time, and later on I was also the top in a chain with Bret being the bottom. “I can’t help it bruv” Bret quietly said to me in the early hours, while Justin was on all fours in the living room with a twin in each end. “I just feel like I want him.” “It’s OK Bret” I said. “I get it. Let’s just go with it and see what happens.” “I love you” he said. “I do.” “I know you do” I said, lifting up my left hand and shaking it in front of him. “You gave me this, didn’t you?” “I did” he said, smiling. “So we’re cool, OK?” I said, taking hold of his arm. “We’re cool” he said. “Well, I’m not actually. I’m really fucking horny.” “Then come fuck me bruv” I said, giving him a wink. I got down on all fours next to Justin, and Bret went behind me and slid inside. He started pounding me, and my moans right next to his head caused Justin to let go of Kieron’s cock and turn to face me. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, and then awkwardly leaned towards each other and began to kiss. Kane and Bret went in sync, and Justin and I began to properly snog each other as we were fucked. We then pulled apart and gazed at each other, before Kieron wedged his cock between us. For the rest of that fuck we kissed and licked Kieron’s dick from opposite sides, until he yanked it back and then blew onto Justin’s face. Bret and Kane came in us just seconds later. That night, I was the big spoon, with Bret in the middle and his own dick inside Justin. Kane and Kieron didn’t want to feel left out, so slept in Bret’s bed together. For some reason Kane wanted to be the one with a dick inside him for a change, and Kieron jumped at the chance to bury himself in his brother. They woke us up twice in the night as Kieron properly fucked Kane, though on the second go we were horny enough to have some fun too so Bret just slid himself back and forth on the mattress until the loads were spilled. Justin was round every day that week, though the time depended on when he was on duty. He and I had a couple of one-on-one sessions while Bret was out doing a first and then second interview at a gym, and I know the two of them were fucking like bunnies while I was behind the bar in the evenings. Justin even took a spit-roast from K&K, but he mostly seemed to want to be me with and/or Bret. When we were alone, me and Bret talked about it all, and he seemed really relieved that I was starting to think about Justin as being more than just a friend, which I truly was. I knew there would always be something between them that was different, but that was fine with me as I was getting more of Bret than I ever expected. Besides, that guy Shane at the bar had made me realise there was still a lot of fun to be had out there, and as much as I loved Bret, I kind of wanted it to be OK for me to go off and do things with other guys. Justin had just started to get more into talking about how the video stuff could work for him when he began to feel sick. Bret wasn’t starting at the gym for another week, so he decided to care for Justin at our place. He rang J’s mum to tell her he was probably too sick to get home, but that he had a bed of his own and he would be looked after. She came round a few times which meant we had to clean up the place a bit first, but she didn’t make a fuss and was actually glad someone was looking out for her boy as she needed to hold down her latest temp job at Tesco so she had a chance at something permanent. I helped out, as did Kane and Kieron, but Bret wanted to do most of it. He did want me in bed with him still though, always behind and inside of him so he could still see that Justin was OK. It was actually probably the least bad fuck flu we had seen, and Justin was getting better in no time. He wanted to get tested to confirm though, something none of us had actually done, so Bret took him off to a clinic. Justin was a fucking horny animal after he converted, with Bret and me both taking a lot of quick and rough poundings from him over the last two days before he went back to police duty. He confessed he was actually shit scared about it, because he had to produce a sick note for such a long absence. Kane jumped in on this, ringing Grant for help and managing to get Justin an appointment with a doctor who was one of the guys who sometimes got involved in the gangbangs. He signed off a sick note saying it was Covid, so Justin could go back to work and not have to out himself to anyone there. In return, Grant wanted to meet Justin which was not a problem, as in his horned-up state J had fully got on board with just wearing a mask or something to hide his face. I knew Grant would love to do something involving a hunky policeman on the down low getting gang poz fucked, so it was all going to work out well. Things settled down a bit, and though Justin was still living with his mum, he spent every night with us. Bret started working at the gym, and came home on his first day to report the owner had fucked him after seeing his evolving poz-themed ink. “Gonna be earning a load more there if I let him and some of the members fuck me” he said, “or if I fuck them.” “You up for that?” I asked. “Never say no to a cock” he replied, smiling at me. “Fuck no” I laughed. This was how it was. I loved Bret, he loved me. Justin loved Bret, and I now just knew that Bret loved Justin. I kind of worshipped Justin a bit, and he had gone all protective over me again even though I didn’t need protecting from anything anymore. It just worked, and we were all relaxed enough to know we could fuck around with other people, do Grant’s videos, and just have any fucking fun we wanted, without it being a problem. The only problem was space. Well, that was one of the only problems. The other one was Dad. They were making some progress with him, and he was going to be home someday. But now there were a couple and a throuple living there, fucking like rabbits, all gay, and mostly brothers. There was no way this was going to work, not with us having all got so free with each other. We couldn’t see any way out of it though, until Justin came home one evening. He was in a bit of a state, needing a few whiskies and cigarettes before he could talk. He made all four of us sit down with him in the kitchen. “There was an accident” he said. “On the dual carriageway. A lorry went out of control and hit another car.” “And?” asked Kane, looking nervous. “The car got crushed between the lorry and a bridge pylon” said Justin. “They had no hope.” “Who?” asked Kieron. Justin looked at him, and then turned to me. He took my hand, and I could see tears in his eyes as he looked at me. “Luke, I’m so sorry” he said. “It was Stan and Winston in the car.” I stared at him, and then looked at my brothers. Kane and Kieron were open-mouthed, whilst Bret was just staring at the table with tears forming in his own eyes. “What?” I asked Justin. “No. It can’t have been. It can’t have been.” “I’m sorry Luke” he said. “I wish it wasn’t true.” I stared at him, as I felt Bret’s arm go round my shoulder. Then I just began to sob, with Justin moving round to put his hand on my leg to comfort me. Bret squeezed me tight, holding my head to his, and I could see Kane and Kieron were also crying. We had all lost two guys who had our backs, who had protected us from our own father when we younger, and who had helped us be ourselves now. But I was the closest to them, feeling like they were my friends as well as maybe my uncles or something. I could not cope with them being gone. Over the next couple of days we found out there was no family on either side, and no-one to even organise their funeral. Justin got us in touch with their solicitor, and we took over sorting out a proper farewell for them. Brian and Sheila helped out, sad to lose a couple of regulars who had always been friendly to them, and after the cremation we had the wake at the Dragon. It was there that the solicitor asked to speak to me alone, and Brian let us use his small office behind the bar. I asked if Bret could join us, which was deemed OK. I sat with Bret’s hand on my shoulder as the solicitor revealed that there really was no family, not even distant nieces or nephews. Stan was an only child, and Winston’s only sister had died of an overdose at 25 before having any kids. The parents were gone, and there were no living aunts or uncles. He told me all this as he said they had to check in cases where a will had been changed recently, which confused you. “Mr Ballard” the solicitor said, “a few weeks ago they both wrote new wills, leaving you as their sole heir once they were both gone.” “What?” I squealed. “Me?!” “Yes” he said. “I queried it with them when they came in to see me, and they told me about the years of looking out for you and your brothers, as well as your friendship as adults. They said you were the one who took care of them, and that they wanted to make sure you were taken care of in the future. They were thinking ten or twenty years from now, but sadly here we are.” I just sat and gaped at him. “I had no idea” I eventually said. “No” said the solicitor. “Well, anyway, everything checked out so there are no concerns with executing their wills as instructed. It will take some time to deal with the deed on the flat, and even longer for the insurance on the car and their life policies, but…” “What do you mean the flat?” I said. “Don’t flats just go back to the Council when someone dies?” “Mr Ballard” he said, “they bought the flat under Right To Buy years ago, and the mortgage is fully paid.” “What?” I squealed again. “That’s right” he said. “You’ve got inheritance tax to deal with on it of course, but from what I can see, their life policies, the insurance on the car, and any claim you file for wrongful death against the lorry driver and haulage company should more than cover that, even if HMRC want their normal punitive interest rate on any delay deal while probate is sorted.” His words had stopped meaning anything, and Bret stepped in. “Mr Harris, would it be OK if we came to see you to finish this?” Bret said. “I think my brother is a bit upset, so it might be better if we came to talk to you later this week.” “Yes, of course” he replied. “Can we bring someone else who understands all this sort of thing more than we do?” Bret asked. “By all means” said the solicitor. “Just don’t delay too much, as we do need to start talking to HMRC soon.” “That’s fine” Bret said, before walking the solicitor out. “Bruv” he said, when he came back in. “How about you don’t think about this now, OK?” “What?” I asked. “Look” he said, “let’s go back out there and give those two old geezers the send-off they fucking deserve. Then I’ll call Grant and see if he can help us with talking to that guy about all this shit.” I nodded, and we went back outside into the pub. I managed to silence my thoughts, and was able to join in with telling stories and laughing. Later on it was just us brothers sitting outside with Justin, and we told more stories to him about all the other things with Stan and Winston that we would never have talked about in front of Brian, Sheila and all the other regulars. I cried a lot as I thought about my friends and what had happened to them, and Bret held me tight for the rest of the night. But underneath it all I felt like I could hear Stan and Winston talking to me, telling me it was going to be OK, that they were OK, and that they’d always be there looking out for us Ballard boys. With what they had done, even though I didn’t understand everything the solicitor had said, I knew it too. It hurt, I missed them, but they were always going to be there watching over us in a way. Through my tears and the pain, I smiled.

I had agreed with Grant to try to make things work around my other jobs, as even though I’d be pulling in loads of money from the sex and porn, I realised I kind of liked working. Nisa could be boring but I liked Clive and knew he’d have my back if I ever needed it unlike Dad. I really liked working at the Dragon, particularly with how I now knew Stan and Winston. Grant was happy with doing things less frequently with me, saying that “little and often” might work for earning big money off my videos while the regular viewers got a steady stream of content featuring my brothers. My first solo session was at an apartment even posher than Grant’s, with a load of really hunky middle aged men wearing fancy suits. Grant said he wanted to drive me there himself, so I had gone by his place first. When I arrived there and he’d got me a rum and coke, he said he had something for me that he didn’t want to give me when my brothers were around. As I sat outside on his balcony, wearing the suit he’d hired for me, he came out with a posh paper bag like the other one. He took out two boxes and put them on the table, before chucking the bag back inside. “Go on” he said. I reached for one of them and opened it, revealing an amazing chunky Tissot watch. “Wow” I said. “It’s yours” he said. “What?!” I asked. “These guys tonight might want you regularly” he said, “so I want you to look the part.” I took out the watch and put it on, and though it was too loose, it looked and felt incredible. “I’ll get my tools to tighten that in a minute” Grant said. “Open the other box.” I slid the watch off my wrist and put it on the table, before picking up the other box and opening it. Inside was a silver bracelet that basically matched the chain I was wearing under the suit but was a bit wider and thicker. “Fuck me” I said, lifting it out and feeling how heavy it was. “Put it on” Grant said, smiling at me. I did as he instructed, putting it on my other wrist and shaking my arm a bit. “Fuck me” I said again. “Well button your cuff round it” said Grant, “so it only comes out when they strip you later. But the rest of the time, it’s yours to wear how you like.” “That is too much money mate” I said. “Not at all” he replied. “You’re going to make me a lot of money, and I want you being dressed like a star.” He went inside to get his stuff while I just sat there jangling the bracelet, and occasionally picking up the watch to gaze at it. He came back out with a couple of little tools, and then with a bit of trial and error we got the right number of links removed to make it fit properly. He threw the links into the watch box so I could put them back in if my wrists got thicker as I worked on muscling up, and then he got me to re-do my cuffs so the watch and bracelet were hidden. Satisfied I was now ready, he took me off to the other apartment. Where my brothers were just taken places and fucked, Grant wanted to try out some storylines and scenarios with my videos, so this one was all set around me being the new graduate recruit having his first social night with the partners. We didn’t really have lines or anything, but I was quite comfortable acting naturally in my ‘role’, and we only had to do that for a bit before everyone stripped and it became about gangbanging my hole. Grant decided to just make my status part of it, with the ‘partners’ being the ones taking a risk by dipping their cocks into me. The men were all actually poz or undetectable, but the only one who had any ink confirming that just wore a vest to cover it up so that it could be marketed as a load of neg guys fucking a poz cumdump. It was an awesome night, and I loved all the compliments I got from the other guys about my face, body and bling during the breaks. The lead guy, whose apartment this was and who was actually fucking loaded, even drove me home in his BMW after confirming he was now tee-total so hadn’t been drinking champagne all night like the others. I managed not to bottle out of wearing my new accessories the next day, and while Kane looked a bit jealous when he saw me, Kieron winked and told me I looked even fucking hotter. I liked that he and I in particular were so much closer now, with all the shit I used to endure now in the past. We had so much in common, and knowing everything we didn’t have to waste any energy with trying to be macho to cover things up. Kane was coming around too, though could still send me surly barbs sometimes. If he did it more than a couple of times, Kieron took him off to their bedroom and then Kane would be nicer after, so I guessed blasting a quick load into his twin is all he needed to be a decent guy. The pub staff and regulars all commented on my new look, whilst Stan and Winston found it really hot meaning I got more loads out of them that week than normal. I really liked having sex with them, but also talking to them between all that. I realised they had always sort of looked out for us boys as they knew from the pub what Dad could be like, including once punching his lights out and then with Brian’s help locking him in the broom cupboard overnight when we were younger because he looked like he might be taking things out on us when he got home. I actually cried a little bit when they said that they were always there for the three of us, particularly me, especially if anything happened to him. Dad himself commented on my bling, but he didn’t seem as concerned as he had been about K&K. He was spiralling a bit again, so was drunk or passed out most of the time. When he had been through a sobering up period he was good to be around, but otherwise we all just preferred him like this as he was easier to avoid than when he was in that semi-drunk always-angry phase he would go through which sometimes felt like it lasted forever. It kind of sucked, but for the first time I felt like it was not only not my problem, but also that other people I trusted had my back, including for once my twin brothers. Dad was down at his normal rock bottom when Bret suddenly came home. He wasn’t supposed to be on leave yet, and he was really sullen. Him being back in the room we shared was fucking awful, and now having to worry about someone else being in the house was seriously cramping my style. I made out like I had a girlfriend which is who I spent nights with, which he seemed to doubt but K&K backed me up so he let it go. That allowed me to just spend most nights in Stan and Winston’s bed, which suited me as I liked sleeping there in between them on that huge mattress, getting fucked plenty of course as well. K&K even started coming over to hang out sometimes, finding Bret was dragging them down with his mood and anger at home. The twins revealed to Stan and Winston that their relationship was now sexual, which the men found as hilarious as it was horny. They asked to watch once, and then said K&K could come by and use their guest room sometimes now that it was risky to do at home with Bret. We put up with this for a few weeks, but Bret had said nothing about when he was going back and we started to think something was up. We decided to get him drunk on something that might make him chatty rather than angry, opting for pitchers of Pimm’s down at the pub on a warm day. It did the job, and he eventually told us he’d been discharged and wouldn’t be going back. Kieron really pressed him on it until he quietly admitted he was gay and had been caught getting fucked by one of his battalion mates in the utility room at the barracks. That so-called mate had outed loads of the others there as guys who used Bret regularly, basically throwing everyone else under the bus to reduce his own punishment. All the revelations had outed Bret as the local cumdump, and every fucker who had used him managed to make out like he had come on to them. He’d been dishonourably discharged while the other men who had been fucking him just got reprimands. Bret was crying by the time he finished whispering his story, getting a few looks from the other people sitting outside the pub. We took him back home, and got him sat down on Kieron’s bed where he glumly stared at the floor. Kane dug out a bottle of whisky he hid from Dad, and poured us all shots. “Bro” said Kieron, after we’d all taken a couple of sips. “We’re all gay too.” “What?” Bret asked, his head darting up. “Yep” I said. “We’re all gay, and we all get fucked.” Bret just looked around the three of us in turn, with wide eyes and an open mouth. “Not kidding” said Kane. “Taken me fucking ages to admit it, but I’m fucking gay too.” Kieron slid over next to his twin and put his arm round him. With Bret gawping at them, Kieron turned his head and kissed Kane on the side of the head. “Oh, and those two are fucking each other” I said. “Or at least Kane is fucking Kieron.” “What the fuck?!” Bret yelled. “What can I say?” Kane said, turning to face his twin. “K’s got a great arse.” Bret stared at them, then turned to me. He knocked back the rest of his whisky in one gulp, and then held his glass out as I grabbed the bottle to pour him another. He knocked that one back too, so I poured him a third. “Do you want the rest of it too?” I asked. “Nah, I’ll throw up if I drink all that” he said. “I meant the story” I said. “There’s more?” he squealed. I looked at him, and then at the twins. I then turned around and lifted up the back of my vest to reveal my trampstamp. Kieron and Kane stepped apart from each other and followed my lead. “What the fuck do those mean?” Bret asked. I took a deep breath. “It means that we’re poz” I said, as I lowered my top and turned back round face him. “Poz?” he asked. “HIV positive” said Kieron. “What?!” said Bret. “Yeah” said Kane. “We all got pozzed.” “Fuck me” Bret muttered, knocking back his third glass of whisky. “We do videos” I said. “Gangbangs, mostly. Turns out the guys were mostly poz.” “You do porn?” he asked. “How did you think we could afford all this bling?” Kane asked, lifting up the bigger chain with the scorpion pendant he had bought recently. “Thought you was dealing” said Bret, somehow finding a chuckle in him. “That’s what Dad reckoned too” I said. “Sent me out to follow these two, which is how I found out about the porn. Got them to get me into it.” “Fucking hell” said Bret. “It’s fucking awesome” I continued. “Loads of money, loads of cock.” Bret coughed when I said that, but I could see his dick hardening in his shorts. I suggested we leave it there for that night and go to bed, and Bret nodded while looking completely overwhelmed. He and I went off to our room, which was really stuffy as he had not opened the window or closed the curtains after he got up so the sun had been on it all afternoon. I sorted all of that, with us just going to bed with the curtain open, and then stripped down and lay down on top of my duvet with my back to Bret’s bed. After a few minutes I could hear he was wanking, and I just found myself pushing my arse back a bit towards him. I wasn’t really thinking straight when I did that, just acting on instinct or something, but he noticed it. I heard his feet hit the ground and then he was suddenly climbing onto my bed behind me. He poked a finger in my hole, and then I heard him spit into his hand. His cock was then at my hole, and I moved my arm down to lift up my leg and give him better access as I pushed back on him while he slid in. “Bruv, I’m poz” I whispered. “Don’t fucking care” he growled into my ear, before starting to thrust in me. Earlier I had taken a monumentally quick load from Stan in the pub toilets while I was there with my brothers, so there was some lube in my hole at least. It turned me on that my taller, hunkier, negative older brother was fucking my poz hole with a poz load in it, and I kind of knew at that point that we had him. Grant was going to get to add a fourth brother to his roster. Bret fucked me like a rabbit and came in no time, but he didn’t pull out and go back to his bed. I fell asleep with him lightly snoring in my ear, and was woken again at some point in the night when he began thrusting again. He lasted longer this time, and then fell asleep again after depositing a second load in me. Most surprising was when daylight streaming in woke us both up early, and despite him having sobered up, he still set to fucking me for a third time. After blowing in me again, he got up and closed the curtains, before going for a quick piss and then coming back to flop down on his own bed. I looked over at him, and then decided to make a move. I went over and lay down on his bed against his back, and as I put my arm around his body he moved his own to clasp hand. He pulled it round so I was hugging him tightly, and we went back to sleep with me pressed up against him, my dick resting in his crack. I knew better than to try anything, and to be honest was just so overwhelmed by the intimacy I had experienced with my older brother throughout that night. Bret was quite quiet for the next few days, but was at least doing more now. He started coming to the outdoor gym with me, and I followed his lead on a new routine that I hoped might accelerate bulking me up to look more like him. We slept together at night, with me normally taking at least two of his neg loads in my poz hole, and always ending with him being the little spoon in a tender embrace. I kept Stan and Winston satisfied during breaks at the Dragon, and they were actually very happy to hear that Bret was coming to terms with things and was no longer the bully brother he had been to me for most of my life. On the Monday night I had to go off and do another shoot for Grant, this time playing a wannabe white rapper who gets taken down a peg by some record executives, and Bret was actually a bit upset about me going. That night though, when Grant brought me back, Bret ploughed his cock into my hole and kept it there until morning. I told him I was full of poz cum, but he didn’t care or maybe it even turned him on. Tuesday night was when everything shifted again. I got back from the Dragon a little later than normal, as Stan and Winston had hung around until after closing as they both needed another go on my arse behind the bins. When I did get back, Bret was leaning out of the kitchen window smoking a cigarette, something I hadn’t seen him do since he returned from the army. “You OK?” I asked, going over to light one up myself. “Yeah” he said, taking a deep inhale while looking in my eyes. “I just…” “What?” I asked, after he had gone silent. “I, er…” he began. “You get fucked today?” “Yeah, Stan and Winston at my break, and again just now” I replied. “You like being fucked by those old men?” he asked. “Yeah, I do” I said. “Why?” He didn’t say anything, just taking a last inhale of his cig before chucking the butt in the mug he’d put on the windowsill. He went over to the fridge and took out a beer, cracking it open and taking a couple of big gulps. He put it down on the top of the fridge, and then turned to me. “Dad’s out all night” he said. “Oh?” I replied. “The fucker punched a guy in the betting shop, so the police have thrown him in a cell to sober up” he said. “Justin came by to tell us.” Justin had been one of Bret’s school friends, and was now one of the policemen who were always out at the estate sorting some shit out. He was actually a good guy, having grown up on the Ballard, still living here actually, so he knew how to do his job without pissing everyone off. “How is Justin?” I asked. “Fucking hot” said Bret. “But married.” “Shame” I said, smiling. “Yeah” he sighed, before looking down at the floor. “You OK?” I asked. Bret took a deep breath, and then looked up at me. “Luke, I want you to fuck me tonight” he said. I stared at him, before taking a last inhale of my own cigarette and discarding the butt in the mug. “I’m poz” I said. “I know” he replied. “Bruv” I said, “if I fuck you, the chance of you getting it are much higher than when you fuck me, even if your dick is dipping in other guys’ poz loads in there.” “I know” he said again. He walked back over to me, grabbing my cigarettes off the windowsill and lighting another. “I want you to fuck me though” he said. “Then I want Kane and Kieron to fuck me. Then I want all those old men to fuck me. But I want you to do it first.” “You do?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “Fuck this. I like fucking you, but I need a cock in me again. That’s what I love.” “It doesn’t have to be my cock though” I said. “You’re a fucking stud Bret, you could get any man. Even Justin probably.” “I don’t care” he said. “All I can fucking think about is you three getting fucked and pozzed by all these guys, and I fucking want it too.” “You sure?” I asked. “If so, Grant will fucking love you.” “Whatever” he said. “I’ll do the films and shit, but tonight I just need you to be the one to fuck me.” We stared at each other as he finished his cigarette, and then after he stubbed it out he leaned over to me and kissed me on the lips. “Please baby bruv” he whispered, “take me to bed and fuck my arse.” I could not fight it anymore, so I just smiled at him and nodded. We went to our room and stripped naked, and then he surprised me by standing right in front of me and lifting my head to kiss me properly for a couple of minutes. He then leaned down and started kissing my neck, briefly making out with my chain a bit. “Gonna get me one of these” he whispered, causing me to chuckle. He made his way down my torso, before getting on his knees and licking my cock. He took it into his mouth and swirled it around, sucking but not swallowing it, and then came off and licked along the underside. When he got to my balls he licked those too. “Want as many loads as these bad boys can give me” he whispered. This time I didn’t chuckle, as he had got me properly heated up and, for the first time ever, I seriously wanted to plough my cock into a hole. Yeah, I was a complete cumdump bottom, but my hunky older brother begging me to fuck his negative arse had brought out the dormant top in me. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back towards his bed, which he clambered up onto and lay on his back. He lifted his legs as I moved over to him. “Just fucking plough it in bruv” he said. I did as he commanded, pointing my dick at his twitching hole and firmly pushing forward until I was all the way inside of him. His eyes were wide and staring into mine, and I kept them locked on as I began to thrust. He held his legs open for me until I shifted position and leaned forward, at which point he moved his hands to grip hold of my chain. “Fucking rail me little bruv” he growled. “You like that?” I growled. “I fucking love it” he moaned. “Your neg hole loves my poz cock, doesn’t it big bruv?” I said. “Oh fuck yeah” he groaned. “Fucking fuck my neg hole with your toxic pole.” “You fucking want a poz load in there too, don’t you?” I growled. “No, my hole fucking wants more than one of your poz loads!” he yelled. The fuck was rough, animal and verbal throughout. I had not topped a guy ever and had only been with a few girls, but the way my stud of an older brother looked at me I knew I was actually damn good at this. I fucked him senseless, and he took every inch of what I had to give. When I finally got close, he yanked my chain even harder. “Fucking breed me bruv!” he yelled. “Fucking poz that hole!” “Here it comes!” I growled, before slamming in and unloading in him. With Bret still pulling on my chain, I collapsed onto him and he lowered his legs. He put his arms round me, and I felt him kiss the top of my head. “That was fucking awesome baby bruv” he whispered. “Yeah it was” I panted in response. “I just fucked my big bruv.” “And your big bruv loved it” he said, stroking my head. We lay there until I had recovered, and then hauled ourselves up to go into the kitchen for some water. We lit up cigarettes by the window, and just stood in silence looking at each other, smiling, and sipping our waters. Bret then replaced them with cold beers, and we continued to get our energy back while enjoying the breeze coming through the window. As we drank our last sips of beer, I made to start going to the fridge for more when Bret suddenly leaned against the windowsill, stuck out his arse, and wiggled it at me as he fixed me with a cheeky grin. “Fuck me again baby bruv” he said. “Fuck me right here.” I did not hesitate for a moment, going round to stand behind him. His hole was gaping a little and still dripping, so I just pressed my cock onto it and pushed. He spread his legs wider to lower himself a bit, arching his back as I slid inside him. Once in, I held in place and looked up at his head, taking in my gorgeous brother and the view out to the estate beyond. “Breed me again bruv” he said. I gripped his hips and began to thrust, being more steady and gentle this time. He let out little moans of enjoyment, but also seemed happy for this to be a longer, gentler fuck than the first one. After I’d been inside him for a few minutes he lit up a couple of cigarettes and then passed one back to me, which I put between my lips and puffed on as I fucked him. I could sort of see his face reflected in the glass of the open window, enjoying seeing him taking puffs and otherwise having a relaxed, happy expression on his face. “I fucking love having you inside me” he said, quite softly. “I love being in you” I replied. “I missed you baby bruv” he said, before looking back at me. “Sorry I was such a shit to you sometimes.” I smiled at him, feeling really close to him. “That’s OK” I said, slowing my thrusting a little. “No” he said. “Me, Kane and Kieron were cunts to you all the time. I’m sorry.” “You’re forgiven” I said. “You promise?” he asked. “Yeah” I said, “that’s the fucking past, but in the fucking present my cock is inside my big bruv so it’s all good.” He smiled back at me. “It is all fucking good” he said. “You’re finally fucking your big homo soldier brother, and he fucking loves it.” I started thrusting again, going faster this time, and he began to moan, groan and egg me on. By the time I blew a second poz load in him, he was begging for it again. “I love you baby bruv” he whispered to me, as held me in a hug afterwards and nuzzled my hair with his nose. “I love you too big bruv” I said. “Are Kane and Kieron really fucking?” he asked. “Like fucking rabbits” I replied, chuckling. He laughed out loud, and then we just stood there in silence for a few minutes. He then pulled back, and slid down into one of the kitchen chairs. He hadn’t blown during the second fuck and his cock was still hard, so I went over to him and slid onto his lap facing him. I pushed myself up and then reached behind me to grip his cock, and as he realised what I was doing he slid his body down a bit. I positioned the cock to my hole, and then slowly slid down on it until it was buried inside me. We looked into each other’s eyes, before I leaned in and planted my lips on his. Our lips stayed locked together as he started to make gentle thrusts into me, and all the way through his orgasm a few minutes later. He was little spoon again that night in bed, but this time with my cock buried inside him. I put three more of my poz loads in his neg hole by morning, including one occasion in the early hours when I carried on gently thrusting into him even as we heard Kane and Kieron coming home as quietly as they could from their latest gangbang. The next day it was a real wrench to get out of bed as I loved being wrapped up with my big studly brother, but I had a shift at Nisa to get to. He gave me a deep kiss before he let me get up, and then whispered to me he was going to ask Kane and Kieron to fuck him too, but that he wanted to sleep with me at night. I told him that was fine as he sounded like he was asking for my permission, and then I headed off. When I came back after my shift Dad was home and tried to give me a bit of grief about my chains, but I ignored him and changed out of my uniform into some normal clothes I could also wear at the pub later. I went back out and headed for the park, where I took a couple of quick loads at the gloryhole before my phone buzzed with a message from Bret. I wiped myself clean, pulled up my trousers and then walked back to the estate, finding the alley down the side of the laundrette and realising that I had never been all the way down it. At the end was a turn round the back, where there was a shitload of fly-tipped crap. Beyond that was a set of stairs down to the fire exit out of the old nightclub, and that is where I found all three of my brothers. Bret had his shorts down and a cap on backwards, bent over between the twins as Kane fucked him and Kieron got a blowjob. “Hey bruv” said Kieron, looking up and me and smiling. “Hey” I said. “Hear you broke him in last night” he said. “Justin fucking broke me in years a-fucking-go” growled Bret, after letting Kieron’s cock fall from his mouth. “Tetchy little bottom” said Kieron, looking down and holding his cock up for Bret to resume sucking. “I fucking meant baby bruv here gave you your first poz fucking.” “First, second, third, fourth and fifth poz fuckings” I said, grinning. Kieron laughed out loud, and even Kane chuckled as he pounded in and out. “We’re gonna convert him before Grant even gets a chance to film it” Kieron said. “Grant’s not gonna fucking care” growled Kane. “He’ll have an actual fucking soldier to fuck.” “Ex-soldier” chuckled Kieron, placing his hand on Bret’s head to prevent him from coming off the cock again to say anything in response. “Our big brother” I said. “Grant’s gonna fucking love him, whatever happens.” Kieron looked up at me, then back down at Bret. “Yeah” he said. “He will.” Kane suddenly accelerated, and then yelled as he blew inside Bret. Kieron pulled Bret’s head up so he could go round and take over from his twin, but Kane just slumped back and watched as Kieron slid in and began to fuck. I went down the steps and sat down in front of Bret, and he looked up at me with an eager need on his face. “You look so hot getting fucked” I whispered to him. “Need you after” he panted. I watched for a moment, but then stood up and pulled down my shorts. Bret reached for my jock, but I quickly turned round and bent over. “Got two loads in there” I said. “Clean me up big bruv.” He moaned in desire as I pushed myself back towards him, and he then slammed his face into my crack and began to lick and suck on my hole. I was being thrust forward each time Kieron slammed into Bret, but I braced myself on the steps so I was always pushing back against his face. He started moaning even more from inside my crack as he slurped up the loads dripping out of me, which got too much for Kieron. “Holy fuck!” he shouted as he slammed in a final time, breeding his poz load into our negative stud of an older brother. I stood up and moved round to take his place, with Kieron sliding past me to go back to sitting on the steps where Bret could clean off his cock. I slid into the cum-filled hole and began to gently but steadily fuck, rubbing my brother’s back as I did so. He began openly moaning round Kieron’s cock, begging me with a muffled voice to breed him again. His rimming of my hole had already pushed me close to the edge, so I was soon pumping a third load into him. We then all slumped down on the steps or the floor, and lit up cigarettes. We smoked in silence as we recovered from our fraternal fucking, maybe all of us realising how right this kind of felt. “Stan and Winston would love to have you round” I eventually said, looking at Bret. “They let us fuck in their guest room sometimes” said Kieron. “When Dad’s awake.” “Would love that” said Bret. “But only with you guys.” “Cool” Kane said. “Up for it.” We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. “Tonight?” I asked, knowing Kane and Kieron had a couple of days before Grant wanted them again. “After my shift?” “Fuck yeah” said Kieron, grinning. “Bret?” “Count me fucking in” he said, also grinning. I texted Stan, and sure enough they didn’t show up at the pub that night, instead staying home to get things ready and probably have a nap to make sure they had enough energy. I got through my shift even though it fucking dragged, and worked as quickly as I could to help Brian get the place cleaned and closed up. He could sense I was antsy so let me go before it was all done, and I rushed out to meet my brothers. We walked over to the other part of the estate quickly, and were soon sipping vodkas in the flat. Stan and Winston loved having Bret sat there without his top on, and he let them feel up his muscles while he drank and smoked. Then we moved into the bedroom, and he got on all fours on the bed with his face in my lap. He moaned and groaned as they each took a turn fucking and breeding him, with Kane and Kieron egging them on to poz our older brother. When they were done, Kieron slid inside Bret, then bent forward to allow Kane to fuck him at the same time. I moved over to stand next to the bed, getting seriously horny watching my three older brothers rutting in a sweaty chain-fuck. Kane blew first, prompting Kieron to add another load to Bret’s hole. I then got Bret to flip over so I could take him missionary, with a rejuvenated Stan then coming up behind me to slide in and give me my first experience of being in the middle of a chain. It felt fucking awesome, so I slowed down my fucking of Bret to see if I could hold off until Stan had bred me and Winston had maybe taken over. It worked, and when I finally did give Bret the load he was panting and begging for, I also got one planted inside me by Winston. For the rest of the night we fucked in all positions, with Bret topping a few times too so that he had fucked all three of us younger brothers by the end of it. He took so many loads up his hole that by morning we were sure he must have been infected, but Stan and Winston tried to seal the deal by giving him his first ever double-fuck as the sun was rising. He took it without any problems, and the sight of it was so horny that Kieron slammed into me and Kane into him for a final brotherly chain-fuck before breakfast. After a fry-up that Stan and Winston cooked for us, we went home to find a note through the door from Justin saying that Dad had got into a fight in the Dragon car park, he’d smashed the window of a car, and that he was inside again but this time it was more serious and he wasn’t coming home for a while. Bret called Justin to get more information, and reported that Dad was probably facing jail this time as the car’s owner was pressing charges. “The fucker deserves to be locked away” Kane said. “Fucking sick of his bullshit.” “Go easy on the old man” Bret said, looking a bit sad. “He had it rough after Mum left.” “When did you start fucking defending him?” Kieron asked. “I just remember it a bit better” he replied. “I know he’s a shit father most of the time, but he worked really hard to keep food on the table before the factory closed.” “I suppose” said Kieron, trailing off. “I think he’s just a bit fucked up with booze and dole queues now” said Bret. “I wanna fucking kill him a lot of the time too, but I don’t want him to be in jail.” We agreed to go and get some sleep before we decided what to do, though I only had a couple of hours before I had to be at the Nisa so I decided to just leave them to it and I would join in later. I was knackered, fucked-out, and starting to wonder if I could really keep doing these jobs on top of all the new fun I was having. Fortunately Bret climbed in my bed and put his arm round me, so I was able to go to sleep feeling calm and relaxed. While I was out doing my shift that morning, Kieron came up with a plan and had already put it into motion. Through Grant we got a lawyer who started working on sorting things for Dad straight away, all without us having to pay. In exchange, Grant would get what he wanted, which was the soldier eldest brother joining in the film shoots. Bret agreed to the deal, in which a ‘prequel’ would be shot where a version of his dishonourable discharge would play out, with some of Grant’s friends (including the lawyer) playing sergeants, captains and colonels who use Bret as their gangbang toy before kicking him out of the army. We would then do a follow-up gangbang of all of us brothers, featuring the overtly-poz bikers who would be out to corrupt the soldier boy like they had done with his younger brothers while he was away. After that, Bret would be free to decide if he wanted to carry on doing films. He was nervous about it, but agreed as he wanted Dad to be spared jail, and he knew he would eventually end up trying out what the three of us were into so he may as well get some good out of it. So, with Dad managing to just get community service and a stay in rehab after the lawyer’s efforts, I set off with Bret to the abandoned gym that was being set up to look like barracks. I wasn’t going to be in the film, but he asked me to come along to make him feel more comfortable, and Grant had agreed on the basis I could serve as a fluffer on-set if needed. “You OK?” I asked Bret, as we stood near the venue while he chain-smoked a few cigarettes. “Yeah” he said. “Just nervous, you know?” “You’ll be great” I said. “You are almost as good at taking cock as I am, so you’ll be great.” “Hey!” he said, punching my arm while grinning. “Only almost as good as you?!” “Yeah” I said, smirking. “But with a bit of practice…” “Fuck you” he laughed. “Been taking cock way longer than you.” “Quality not quantity, innit” I said, getting another playful punch on the shoulder from him. “I love you bruv” he said to me quietly, after we’d both stopped laughing. He stepped over and planted his lips on mine, giving me a deep kiss. “I mean it” he whispered, after pulling away. “I love you.” “I love you too” I said, feeling my heart pounding. He smiled at me, and then turned towards the building. “Let’s go get me fucked then I guess” he said. He started walking towards the entrance, and I fell in behind him. My lips were tingling from the kiss, which felt different to every other time before, but I couldn’t think about that. My fucking handsome hunk of an older brother was here to get gang bred by a load of men, I was here to make sure he was OK, and right now that was all that mattered…

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New Beginning Part 7 I’d been on edge all week leading up to our session with Jack. After all, I was Jack’s cuntboy. That hadn’t changed, and I wasn’t sure how Alex would feel seeing me slip right into it. Yeah, Alex was the dominant one with me, but never like Jack and, honestly, I knew he just didn’t have it in him. No matter how hard he tried, he’d never be able to go as far as Jack, and that’s exactly why I kept going back. And despite everything, it only made me love Alex more. I know. I admit it. I loved him. I had from the very start, but I still couldn’t say it. Like he said, I had a way of holding things back. It was a defense mechanism that I needed to work on. And knowing him, he wouldn’t say it until I did. That was his coping strategy. It was during one of those long talks about everything that happened with Jack when it finally hit me. He had completely fucked with my head. I wasn’t even the same guy from 10 months ago when Alex came back into my life. Everything had changed, especially me. Once Jack found out about Alex, he made sure to keep me spun from the minute I arrived, leading me to this weekend. Did I need it? No, but I needed to able to let go of everything and concentrate on Jack. On Friday, we started with a gym session, wanting to be at peak for our first session with Jack. Since I was already keeping myself smooth, I got in the shower for a touch up before getting Alex ready. Hearing the clippers buzzing, I laughed, remembering how things first started with us as the hair fell from his body onto the floor. Then the moment came, showing he was committed to it. He stood there, clippers still vibrating. His face and body clipped down, but head still covered in curls. Smiling at me, he took a deep breath and ran the clippers over his head, revealing his pale scalp. I just stood there as he stepped into the shower and shut the door. “Fucking love the feel of your skin after right after,” Alex whispered, rubbing his hands over me. “Don’t ever stop.” “Fucker, Jack would never allow it,” I admitted, accidently letting it slip how much control Jack actually had over me. “So,” he said, hesitating for a second, then grabbed my sac. “Do you always do what he wants?” I knew the answer but held off. It was too soon, and we had to get through this weekend. Grabbing his arms, I lifted them and watched his pecs rise, exposing the patch of remaining hair in his pits. His scent filled my nostrils, and I started flicking my tongue, lapping up the sweat from our workout. “Goddamn, fuck!” he moaned, forgetting the question, and reached down and held my head against it. After a bit, I pulled back and told him I needed to get him ready. I started rubbing the shaving gel onto his pecs, taking my time with it. Honestly, my hands probably lingered more than they needed to. While I was doing it, I reminded him what Jack was expecting, "Don't forget. From the minute we get there, just follow my lead." “Yeah, I remember,” he grinned as I gripped his tit tightly to shave his pec. “OUCH!” he winced, pulling back. I rolled my eyes, finishing them up, and shifted to his abs thinking, “Jack’s gonna love working on those tits.” Alex just stood there, eyes closed, not saying a word. I watched the goosebumps rise as the remaining hair disappeared. Once done, I stood back, looking the beginning of his transformation. His upper body was smooth again. My eyes moved down past his abs to see his cock still at full mast. I so wanted him to fuck me, right then, but had to finish. I knelt in front of him and coated his legs, trying to ignore his cock. Starting at his ankles, I made my way up. Cupping his sac, he pulled them up and I shaved away the last of the hair on his legs. He didn’t need me to say a thing after that. He knew what to do. It was all coming back to him. He let go, turned around, and leaned forward against the shower wall. Fuck, I was loving it. I told him to spread ‘em and made sure his ass and cunt were hairless again. Once his cunt was done, I moved on to his crotch, his cock almost taking out my eye. After cleaning it up, there was only area left. Licking off the drops of precum from his piss slit, I grabbed his sac and stretched it out. “Fuck Luke,” he smiled down at me. “You think Jack, uh Sir, is gonna approve?” "Yeah, he will," I chuckled, catching him referring Jack as ‘Sir.’ Now done, I sank back on my haunches, taking him in, smooth again after all these years. “What?” he smiled, looking down at me. “Don’t get me wrong, Alex. I thought you were a fucking sexy sonofabitch when I saw you again, but honestly, I missed you like this,” I sighed, standing up and taking hold of his shaved junk before leading him into the bedroom. “Fuck me.” Alex was totally on board, but he glanced at the time and paused. I brushed it off and told him we were catching the later ferry and that I’d already filled Jack in. What he didn’t realize was that the later ferry had been the plan from the start. I needed him to get the urge to fuck me out of his system so he could focus on what was coming. I kissed him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth as I pulled him down on top of me. The second I felt his smooth, freshly shaved skin against mine, I stopped holding back. Our tongues fought for control while my hands moved over his body, taking in every muscle, every inch of that smooth skin. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I slipped my hand between his ass and fingered his smooth cunt. “Daddy’s gonna fucking love this,” I purred, knowing what Jack liked. "Yeah?" he moaned, raising his hips to give me more access. “Yeah, fucker. He definitely will,” I agreed, knowing he was perfect now. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my abs, so I kissed him and moved on top of him. Straddling him, I raised his arms and lapped at his smooth pits. Moving to his tit, I started nibbling on it. “Shit yeah!” he growled, feeling me take a bite. “Harder!” I kept going, smiling to myself that he wanted it harder. He was making things easier. By now I could feel his shaft between my ass. Grabbing it, I easily slipped it in. “Goddamn Fuck, Alex!” I cried out, feeling myself sliding over his thick cock. Grabbing my hips, he started fucking me, stretching me out with every thrust. “You like that don’t you, you goddamn cuntboy?” he snarled, sitting up and pushing himself on top of me before shoving it in deeper with each stroke. “Your Daddy ever fuck you this deep?” “Fuck no, Alex. More! Fucking breed me deep!” I begged, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Didn’t think so,” he grunted, “Every time he‘s fucking you, remember how mine feels, bigger, deeper than he’ll ever get.” It was true, but I knew what Alex was doing. He wanted to fuck Jack out of my mind with every rough and hungry fuck he gave me. It wasn’t the first time. What he didn’t realize is that Jack knew how get in touch with the deepest part of my soul. “Fucking take it!” he yelled, his balls slapping again and again on my ass. On he went, now covered in sweat, ramming into me. I didn’t want it to end but I knew what I had to do. Tightening my cunt around his shaft, I could feel Alex’s thrusts shortening. It was working. A few seconds later, he started shaking. “FUCKING CUMMING!” he screamed out as his eyes rolled back, driving deeper into me. The feeling was too much for me and my cunt started pulsing. “Oh, God,” I moaned, feeling the walls of my cunt wrapping tightly around Alex’s cock. I held onto him tightly, getting him through the familiar spasms. Jack had told me to make sure it worked, and it had, just like I thought it would. We stayed like that for a bit until Alex was ready. “Shit...” He moaned, pulling out his dripping cock. “Hope Jack doesn’t mind that happened. I couldn’t help it.” “Fuck no, especially when he feels it in me,” I chuckled, taking him into my mouth and cleaning off the mess. “Now let’s get ready.” Afterwards, we got straight to it. I grabbed our jockstraps, still damp, reeking of sweat. We’d spent the week we spent working out at in them to get them just right. Throwing mine to Alex, I pressed my face into his. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” I growled and put it on. Alex stood there, grinning in my jockstrap, the pouch bulging with his cock, stretched and stuffed. Then he stepped up to the full-length mirror, checking himself out with that cocky smile of his. I came up behind him, hands sliding over his pecs, palms full of hard, smooth muscle. It felt like we were right back at the start. Only now, our bodies were bigger, stronger, more built, more defined. I started growling as my fingers slowly spread over his hard tits and gripped them. “Goddamn,” I muttered against his neck and kissed it. “We should live in these things.” Alex caught my eye in the mirror, smirking. “We’d never get anything done if we walked around like this all day.” “And that would be bad?” I joked, grabbing his junk and biting at his neck. He let out a low moan, gripping my hands. “Fuck.” I turned him to face me. “Seriously, we have to go.” He glanced down at his obvious bulge and grinned. “Then you better quit.” It was gonna be a hot weekend, so we tossed on some shorts, t-shirts, and sneakers, not planning to leave Jack’s place or needing anything else. The ride to the terminal was quiet, both of us caught up in our own thoughts. Once on the ferry, we headed straight to my usual spot on the upper deck without saying much. "I get why you like it here," Alex said, gazing out at the water. "Huh?" I asked, snapping out of it, too busy thinking about what was coming next to really hear him. "The view," he said with a smile, reaching over to squeeze my hand. "Yeah, it's..." I started, but a loud blast from the ferry horn cut me off, and I couldn’t help laughing. Alex grinned, remembering my first ferry ride with Jack. “Is that for us?” “Yup,” I smiled, waving up at the captain, and kissed him. It was starting to get dark when we got to the island. I could see the black SUV waiting for us at the edge of the parking lot and we made our way over. Jack rolled down the window and our eyes met. Alex glanced at me, then back at Jack, saying nothing but sizing him up with sharp eyes. I took a deep breath and smiled at Jack, the man that had turned me into what I was and exposed the parts of me that I had kept hidden from Alex. I told Alex to take the passenger seat then stepped toward Jack without looking back. “You did good, cuntboy,” he whispered, securing my collar before slipping me some tina from his fist. “Now get in the back.” I felt the burn penetrating my nasal membrane and smiled as hit me. It was starting. “Yes, Daddy,” I answered, slowly licking the remains from his fist. “Thanks.” I didn’t give a fuck if anyone else was watching. I had one thing on my mind, and nothing was gonna stop me. Opening the door, I stripped down to my jockstrap, tossing the clothes in the back and sat down. Alex just sat there, eyes locked on me like he was seeing me for the first time. “Fucking cuntpig,” Jack smiled, catching the cum still seeping out. “Daddy, this is Alex,” I grinned, making the introduction. “Alex, this is my Daddy, Jack.” "Hello, Sir," Alex said, steadying himself as he met Jack’s gaze. “Thanks for having me over this weekend.” Jack looked him up and down, not bothering to hide it. “You’re welcome, boy. I’m guessing cuntboy, here, already filled you in about what’s expected of you?” “Yes, Sir,” he said, his eyes locking on Jack’s before quickly stripping down like me. “Good boy,” he smiled, catching the sight of his shaved body and growing bulge. “Impressive.” “Thanks, Sir,” Alex grinned, genuinely caught off guard at the compliment. Relaxing, we talked about routine things on the way, making Alex more and more comfortable. I had told them so much about each other that Alex felt like they had known each other forever. Reaching the house, we entered through the garage and into the kitchen. “Go on boys, I’ve got a couple of things to do,” he chuckled, giving me a wink. “Boy, why don’t show Alex the view from the deck.” “Yes, Sir,” I smiled, and showed him the way. Making our way past the living room, I pulled Alex onto the deck where he spotted the packed pipe just sitting there on the table waiting for us. “Yep,” I growled as I reached for it, brought it to his lips, and gave him a nod. “All in, fucker.” I lit the bowl without thinking, just a reflex now, and watched as he took a long, slow drag, his eyes on mine. “Fucking good shit, cuntboy. Come’re,” he gasped, grabbing my chin and pulled me into his arms, releasing the cloud. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I took it in without thinking as our lips met, sealing the deal. We were locked in now, no turning back. “I get what you see in him,” he said with no hint of jealousy in his voice. “Another,” I whispered, pulling back, and slipped the pipe between his lips. I fed him a few more clouds to get him just right. Then it was my turn, needing it for what was gonna happen next. It was about more than just getting spun. I took a hit from the warm stem and let the cloud fill my lungs, knowing Jack had planned this. He gave me a quick kiss, took my hand, and we stood there quietly taking in the view until Jack showed up behind us. “Alright boys,” he growled, “Let’s get on with it.” I let go of Alex’s hand and turned to Jack, moaning. Just like the first time, Jack stood there with his hands behind his back, boots on, and a thick leather harness wrapped tight around his pecs. Glancing down, I could see his straining cock outlined in the frayed pouch surrounding his package. Without thinking, I made my way to him and sucked on his thick ringed tit. “The better for you to suck on,” he had told me back when he first showed the new rings to me. The scent of the pouch hit me hard, musk and sweat with a hint of piss. I dropped to my knees, leaning into it before I even realized. Jack stood right beside me, his hand gripping my shoulder as he watched Alex, waiting for what he’d do next. Alex stood there, just taking him in. I could tell he was hesitating. Then he glanced down at me. I gave him a small nod, and he finally walked over and dropped. Keeping his eyes on me, Alex started sniffing at the ripe pouch. “You like that, boy?” Jack growled, slipping a collar on him. “Go on taste it. I wore this one just for you.” “Fucking love it, Sir!” Alex moaned, feeling the tightness of the collar locked on his neck. Leaning into the mesh covered cock, he started chewing on it. I could hear Jack’s moans as Alex released Jack’s cock and took it in his mouth. His head was bobbing up and down, easily taking it to the root. I couldn’t take my eyes off him doing his thing with my Daddy. I reached over and rubbed the back of Alex’s neck. “Do it, fucker. Show him how much you want it,” I encouraged him. “Shit yeah!” Alex mumbled, his mouth full of leaking cock. “Fucking want it.” I paused for a second and stared. Alex didn’t look away, watching me the whole time like he was waiting to see what I’d do. Jack’s grip tightened a bit as if warning me to stay put. But Alex was watching me, and I hated feeling left out. I jumped in, joining him in worshipping Jack, and took our relationship to a whole new level. Alex and I came in from both sides, our lips meeting Jack’s shaft like we couldn’t get enough. We took it slow, hands roaming over him while our tongues tangled, mixing our breaths and spit. Jack was loving the attention from us. Suddenly, Jack’s hand shot out, pushing me back just enough to break my connection with Alex. “Go on,” Jack barked, grabbing my head, and pushed me down onto the floor. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, releasing Alex’s cock from the rank jockstrap and took it in. “Fuck!” Alex groaned, feeling it going down my throat. “Good boy,” Jack growled, grabbing Alex’s head, and shoving himself all the way in. “Just enjoy my cuntboy’s mouth while you take care of me.” Suddenly, Alex’s hands grabbed at me and started reaming my mouth as he took care of Jack. I could feel him getting close and started swallowing, my throat muscles gripping his cock. I felt him thrusting his hips into me with one final moan as he shot his load. “FUCK!” he panted as Jack’s cock slipped out of his mouth. Swallowing the load, I sat up to see Jack grinning down at me. “Good job, boy,” he said with a slow smile, pushing Alex away and shooting me a wink. “Cover him up. He won’t be needing that again this weekend. Get him ready.” “Yes, Sir,” I growled, helping Alex up. I was fucking flying high from what was happening and grabbed Alex’s hand. Giving it a squeeze, I led him down the hallway into one of the spare bedrooms. “Daddy converted this room a bit ago. Wait ‘til you see it,” I smiled, opening the door. “You’re the first one to help us break it in.” “Shit!” Alex moaned at the sight of the sling in the center of the room. I stood there for a second, surprised. The walls and ceiling were painted black now. Jack had been busy. “Ok, fucker, on the sling,” I prompted him, getting back to the plan. Eagerly, he jumped on it and laid back, his pecs rising with each breath. I ran my fingers up the length of his now-slick body. Taking his wrist, I kissed it, then buckled on one of the restraints. I secured it to the sling, leaving his smooth, shaved pit exposed. “By the way, Daddy approves,” I murmured, lapping up the sweat before securing the other one and moved to the foot of the sling. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t be in here.” I stood there looking at his muscular ass framed in the dingy white straps. God, he was beautiful! Next, I buckled a pair of ankle restraints on him and attached his legs. “Fuck,” I sighed, taking in his exposed cunt. Alex lay there, taking in the room. Jack had fixed it up properly. One wall held rack of gear and shelves of toys, while on the opposite hung a huge, steel framed black-and-white print of me in full leather gear. On the first anniversary of being his cuntboy, Jack had surprised me with a session with a famous photographer. I smiled, loving that he now had it in here, where it and I belonged. Then it was my turn. Jack had told me to gear up for the next part, said it was gonna be a part of Alex’s imprinting. I quickly pulled on my boots, tightened the harness until it pushed up my pecs, fastened the restraints around my wrists, and slid the armband up my right arm exactly like in the print. Grabbing at my tits, I walked over to the wall and looked up at myself. The shadows had made the muscles of my dehydrated body look even more defined than usual. I was hooded, harnessed with my booted legs spread, and hands shackled behind my back, wearing a leather jock that hid my limp cock. “That’s me, it’s one of a kind,” I proudly told him, remembering the day of the shoot. “If you look carefully, I was so fucking tweaked that you can barely see the whites of my eyes.” Hearing Jack walking in, I smiled and kept on. “Daddy wanted me looking my best, and that’s exactly what you’re seeing,” I grinned, pointing up at it. “I spent the whole week spun with the photographer to get that look.” “Shit Luke,” he groaned as it finally hit him that things with Jack had gone way further than he realized. “The perfect cuntboy!” “That’s right, boy. He is that,” Jack growled, walking up behind me and slipping a hood on me. I fell back against Jack as he secured it. “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I moaned, feeling his hard cock slipping into me, where it belonged. I could feel his warm breath against my neck and my heart started racing. I was already caught up in this, craving more, not even trying to hide it anymore. “Goddamn it!” I yelped, tensing up as he snapped the alligator clamps on. That was it! What I felt for Alex didn’t matter. I was in full cuntboy mode now and was all in for what was coming. “Is he ready?” he asked, kissing my neck before pulling out. “He’s ready, Daddy,” I whimpered, feeling empty. “I’ve done everything you told me.” Jack walked over to the sling, my cunt juices smeared across his cock. Standing there, he stood staring down at Alex’s exposed cunt. “Yeah, you did, cuntboy,” Jack chuckled, teasing Alex with his cock. “I trained you right.” “Shit yeah, please!” Alex begged, raising his hips, and offered himself up. “Soon,” Jack chuckled, “Fucking hungry pig.” Jack gave me the go-ahead and, taking a deep breath, I nodded and walked over to the shelf. I could hear Alex still begging for cock as I opened the steel box sitting there. Picking up one of the rigs, I held it to the light and saw the shimmering contents. It was just like he said it would be, the perfect amount. Moaning, I grabbed another one from the stash and shut the box. Turning around, I slipped them into my waistband before joining Jack at Alex’s side. I could see the clouds were getting to him. Alex’s eyes got a little darker, his lips parting just a bit as Jack worked his magic. Silently, I grabbed the rubber strap and wrapped it around his bicep. He blinked, caught off guard as he looked at it then me. I hadn’t told Alex about this, but honestly, I didn’t have a say. It was what Jack wanted. I had no choice. The whole thing was Jack’s idea. We talked about it that night he first mentioned the three of us, but really, he’d already made up his mind and, as usual, just told me I was coming along. “What the fuck, Luke!” he whimpered, feeling the tightness of the strap. “What the fuck you doing?!” “Goddammit, stay still, Alex,” I growled, looking up at Jack, waiting for signal. “Remember, boy,” Jack barked, snapping a pair of tit clamps on Alex and shoving his cock in. “He told you exactly what’s expected. Everything he does, you do. You fucking agreed to all this before you even showed up here. This is just the start.” “Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Alex moaned, his head falling back from the fire in his tits and full cunt. Holding on, Jack kept ramming into him, pulling it completely out and then shoving it back down to the base. I just stood there holding the rig up for Alex to see, keeping my eyes on his face. I could see his panic fading, being replaced by something deeper, something hungry. “YEAH! DO IT!” Alex shouted as the craving in his cunt completely took over. “Look at me, boy,” Jack growled, his cock settling itself inside Alex to steady him for his first slam. “I want you to feel my cock in you when take your first slam. Just like cuntboy here, you’re gonna be craving my cock every time, you slam.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, slipping the needle into his bulging vein, and pulled back the plunger to draw blood. “You’re gonna fucking love it!” Jack was right. That’s why I never brought it up with Alex. Jack had done the same to me and now I only thought of his cock when I slammed. I was like fucking Pavlov’s dog. And with that, I pushed the Tina into Alex, loosened the strap, and tossed it. “Daddy’s been slamming me for a while now during these times,” I moaned, standing back, and watched it rush through his body. “And it’s your turn.” “Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit,” he kept repeating, as it hit him. Jack started pounding him again. He was on a roll, making sure his cock took what it needed as the sounds of his sweaty thighs slapped against Alex’s ass. “Fuck yeah! Harder!” Alex kept begging and bucking to offer up his cunt. I could hear Jack’s breathing getting harder with every thrust. Seeing Alex like this, I started whining. “Please, Daddy,” I stammered, pulling the second rig from my waistband and holding it out. “I was wondering how long until you fucking begged for it, cuntboy,” he grunted, stopping the fuck but staying inside Alex. “Drop and give it to me.” Quickly, I made my way to him on all fours, needing my slam, until I was at his feet. “Hand it over,” he snapped, not bothering to wait and took the rig. Looking down at me with a look that said I was his to use, he let another wad of spit fall. I couldn’t resist and started lapping it off the cap of his boot. “Look at me, cuntboy,” he barked, pulling out, and spit out another stringy wad. With my mouth wide open, I stuck out my tongue and took it in. “Ok, cuntboy, give me your arm,” he barked. Swallowing, I sat back and raised my arm with a desperate look. “Goddammit, cuntboy,” he grinned, strapping on the tourniquet, and getting me ready. “I can give you so much, if you just say the word and commit to it.” “Fuck, Daddy,” I moaned, looking at Alex. “I want that so bad.” “I know,” Jack growled, pushing the slam into me before burrowing back into Alex. “That’s why he’s here. I knew you were a package deal. I just had to know for sure.” “God, yeah!” I grunted, locking eyes with Alex as the chems rushed to my brain and cunt. Hearing Jack’s plan, Alex started pushing himself onto his cock. “That cunt of yours hungry?” Jack snarled, “Cause that’s what it is, boy. A fucking cunt.” “Yes, Sir!” Alex grunted, his head falling back on the sling. “It’s cunt. A fucking hungry cunt.” Hearing him admit it, I was lost my mind. I was craving Jack’s cock. I crawled to his side, watching him picking up speed and pounding Alex. As each thrust came quicker, I could see the cunt juices dripping out of Alex. “Shit yeah!” Jack groaned, his thrusts now shortening. “Gonna feed your cunt, boy. Fucking remember it.” “Please!” Alex begged, his eyes locking on Jack’s face. Holding my breath, I watched Jack give one final thrust and sink all the way in. Shuddering, he shot his heavy load into Alex. Taking a deep breath, “Cock!” I exhaled, aching for it. Pulling out his now spent cock, Jack let out a sigh, watching the mixture of cunt juices and his cum dripping off it. “Get over here,” he yelled at me. My heart pounding, I went down on him and started cleaning. "How’s that taste, cuntboy? Your fucking boyfriend’s chemmed up cunt juices on Daddy’s cock.” “Fuck, yeah!” I mumbled, the taste filling my mouth as he patted my head. “Fucking so good, Daddy!” "So, cuntboy," Jack said gently, his thumb brushing my cheek, “you know what this means?" “Yes, Daddy,” I sighed, looking at Alex and wondering what he was thinking. “I’m yours. I’ve always been. I see it now.” “Yep,” Jack laughed, taking me to Alex. “Damn, cuntboy. Why the fuck does it always take you so long to figure things out? Just say what you’re feeling.” I stood there, watching Alex, clueless about what was coming next. This part of Jack’s plan wasn’t something I was in on. Wrapping his arms around me, he looked down at Alex and asked, “What about you, boy? Whaddaya say?” For a moment, Alex just laid there, his eyes locked on mine. Realizing Jack was right, I reached for Alex’s hand. "I fucking love you, Alex. I always have," I told him, the words hitting harder than I expected. "I should’ve said it. I don’t know why I didn’t say it sooner." “Like Sir said, took you fucking long enough, cuntboy,” Alex grinned. “I love you, too. I’ve loved you since that summer before senior year.” “See, that was easy,” Jack smiled, giving our shoulders a squeeze. Then Alex turned to him, “And yeah, Sir, I’m yours. You didn’t need to do all this. I knew from the minute Luke told me about you, I wanted it.” Jack let out a low laugh and ran a hand over Alex’s head, “All that build-up just to admit you’ve wanted it since day one? You could’ve saved us some time and begged for it back then, boy.” “Sorry, Sir,” Alex apologized as Jack released him from the sling. “It’s ok, boy. You’re in luck,” he smiled, motioning to me. I stood there holding a box wrapped in black paper and ribbon. Walking up to me, Alex lifted the lid and smiled at all the leather gear inside. “Cuntboy here gave me your measurements, hoping it’d work out today,” Jack chuckled. “That’s for you.” “Shit, yeah,” Alex moaned, “Thank you, Sir!” “What?” Jack teased, sliding a finger inside him. “I mean, thanks, Daddy,” Alex grinned, grabbing the harness, and put it on. “You’re welcome, my boy,” Jack chuckled, slipping the hood on him. “Now get booted up. We’re just starting.” From that point on, we were both Jack’s and spent the whole weekend geared up and spun. Jack and I broke Alex in, showing him how we did things. And there it is, guys, the story of how Alex and I found our way to a brand-new beginning, together.

I don’t like the term ugly or repugnant but I get the meaning of someone not conventionally attractive. I much prefer someone who looks “lived in”. That’s why I never really got along with the young pretty boys. They’d all be scouring the bars for an Abercrombie model and I’m on Craigslist about to go get my anus blasted open by a guy who looks like this.

Great advice, useful for planning my next vacation!

President Obama's letter written in 1982, when he was 21 yrs old to his gf Alex McNear daughter of a playboy editor¹ and someone who worked for playboy herself: "In regard to homosexuality, I must say that I believe this is an attempt to remove oneself from the present, a refusal perhaps to perpetuate the endless farce of earthly life. You see, I make love to men daily, but in the imagination.” “My mind is androgynous to a great extent and I hope to make it more so until I can think in terms of people, not women as opposed to men,” he added. “But, in returning to the body, I see that I have been made a man, and physically in life, I choose to accept that contingency.”² ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ¹ [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-12404217/alex-mcnear-barack-obama-gay-fantasies.html ² [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/love-sex/obama-gay-love-letter-men-b2406683.html

I don’t know if it matters to anyone but he is actually my step dad. I really never thought of anyone else as my father so I don’t use the word step.

To make a long story short.. we were watching TV and a beer commercial came on with bikini-clad women.. he made an innocent comment about how much he loves to fuck chicks and I responded saying that I love to suck dick... over the next half hour it got him excited and about an hour later he was fucking my throat.