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@nymidtowneast Who knows what might happen? 😉 @BergenGuy Definitely 😉 @kitpig I tried to make this one that some people could really relate to. Life stuff is slowly starting to calm down, so hopefully I can get back to writing more. @LiamHudsonXXX Glad you enjoyed it! As I said previously on this post, I am slowly getting back to normal with the crazy life stuff. Hopefully will be getting the delayed Bareback Chronicles update out soon, and my new collab story with @leatherpunk16 is going strong over in its thread, so please go check it out. Otherwise, another non sexy time chapter before we get back into the groove of things. --------------------- Lesson 14: The Science of Compassion A few hours later, a soft knock on my door woke me up, my face feeling puffy as I rolled over and looking and feeling dejected at the door. “Go away…” I said, barely able to muster the response, knowing it would be yet another person I had no wish to talk to. I buried my face in the pillow “Riley, come on… just let me in,” I could hear as the door slightly opened a crack and Ryan’s voice said, filled with concern. “What, here to rub some more salt in the wounds,” I said, not even having enough energy to care, “Have to get your punches in too after Jen?” “Bro… please… just… can we talk?” Ryan said, an almost sadness in his voice as he spoke, “I just want to talk is all.” “About what…” I said, burning my face in my pillow, my face burning as I spoke, “The fact your brother is a boring, ugly fag? Or is it going to be about how much of a disappointment I am, or how I ruin everything. I got enough of that today.” I could hear as the door opened and then softly clicked shut. I felt as the edge of my bed sunk, Ryan now taking a seat in the dark room. “Riley… come on… I could never think that about you,” Ryan said, laying down beside me on his back and nudging me to move over to give him more room, “Scoot, or I’ll fall off the bed.” Slowly, I shuffled slightly, facing the window to the side of my bed, turning my head and staring at the dark sky outside. We laid there in silence, the faint sound of crickets barely penetrating the glass of the window. “How mad are mom and dad?” I said finally, “Since I ruined their perfect dinner for their perfect daughter, and her perfect little life…” “Riley… they are definitely mad, but not at you,” Ryan said, nudging me slightly with his knee, “I… I truly don’t think I’ve ever seen Dad so quiet and so angry. Especially to Jen.” “Sure… probably mad the cat is out of the bag and they finally know how fucked up their youngest kid is,” I said, sniffling slightly, “Did you come here to warn me to pack my bags? I guess they finally get a guest room to have friends over in finally.” “Dude… just stop…. Please…” he said, sadness filling his voice, “Yes, Mom and Dad aren’t what I’d call happy to have found out the way they did, but I’ve never seen Dad talk to Jen like that before.” “Right, sure…” I said, trying to imagine my parents being upset at Jen, unable to even comprehend the idea, “Mom was defending Jen, and the look Dad gave me when he heard what she said was enough.” “Riley, he threatened to cancel the wedding,” Ryan said, sitting up and looking at me, his hand on my shoulder, “Like seriously said she didn’t deserve to have one if that’s how she felt about you. Dad was fucking scary when he said it.” I sat in silence, contemplating what Ryan had said. “I mean, I got an earful from him too, mostly for not sticking up for you,” he continued, flopping back on the bed, “Seriously threatened to call my boss and tell him to fire me on the spot.” I rolled over and stared at Ryan, shocked at the revelation. “I mean, I deserve it,” Ryan said, running his hand through his hair, “I should have stopped her. Nobody should be thrown under the bus and outed like that. Amy and I talked after, and she told me that was actually pretty mild for Jen compared to how she was with you in high school.” I could only blink and stare at the ceiling, unsure what to say. “Was she seriously that awful to you growing up?” he asked, looking over at me, a deep frown on his face, “What am I saying… she was probably even worse than I can even imagine. Just… Why didn’t you say something? I’d have never let it go on if I knew.” “You were busy being the perfect son,” I said, sighing and wiping my nose, “Everyone liked you. Everyone even liked Jen. Me… I was the awkward one. The worst part was she was right on everything she said back then. Besides, you were too busy to do anything to help.” “Riley, that’s not fair,” Ryan said, hugging himself slightly at my words, “I would have shut her down if I knew, man.” “It’s not a dig at you, honest,” I said, laying back and staring at the ceiling deciding to continue, “You were the football player. The popular one. Top of the class. In all the clubs and at all the parties. Same with Jen. Me… I was the weird one. Scrawny. Quiet. Average at best. Only a few friends. We weren’t even in the same galaxy, much less the same orbit.” Ryan stared at me as I spoke, silently contemplating what I was saying. “You…. you have no idea what it's like being in either of your shadows,” I said, sighing dejectedly, “I mean, I know mom and dad probably see me as a failure compared to either of you. It’s all they talk about. How proud they are of you and Jen. And I don't blame them really. I’m average at best. Everyone is always saying I’m the dollar store brand version of you. I try, but… I don’t think I’ll ever live up to anyone’s expectations. And now… I’m even worse in everyone’s eyes. Like Jen said, the dirty, boring fag.” Silently, Ryan reached over, pulling me into a hard hug. “I am so sorry I ever made you feel like that,” Ryan said quietly, “I… Just… Nobody should ever feel like that… You are a great brother, and I love you, no matter what.” Numb, I laid there, unsure what to do or say. Eventually, I relaxed, surprised at the change in my brother’s actions. Just a day ago, he’d been worried about me ruining things for him, likely seeing me as the failure… and now, he was actually hugging me and apologizing. It felt strange, but also somewhat nice. “Come on, come downstairs and get some fresh air,” he said, releasing me from the hug sitting up. Nodding, I got up, feeling surprisingly empty in a good way. Walking down the stairs, the sound of my sister’s drunken snores emanate from her room. “I really can’t believe she can sleep after all she did tonight,” he muttered, glaring at the door, “Dad should cancel her wedding after tonight.” “It’s ok,” I said quietly, feeling awkward at hearing Ryan’s words, “Mom was right. She was just drunk… probably won’t even remember what she did tomorrow. I should just get over it.” “No, it really isn’t ok, and I promise, she is going to fucking remember it,” Ryan said, his voice taking a darker edge, “Come on, I got someone you need to talk to.” Silently, we walked down the stairs, making our way through the dark and silent house, stepping onto the back porch. Sitting there in the calm of the night was Marcus, smoking a cigarette angrily as he looked at his phone. “How’s he doing,” Marcus said, not looking up. “Ask him yourself,” Ryan said, plopping down beside him, grabbing the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it, taking a deep inhale. I felt slightly shocked at the scene, not knowing my brother smoked. “Hey Riley, doing ok?” Marcus said, giving me a half smile, a look of pity on his face. “I’m fine…” I said silently, sitting down next to Marcus, pulling my knees up to my chest and looking out into the yard. “He’s not,” Ryan said, looking at Marcus. “Ryan ever tell you how we met?” Marcus said, looking at me before offering the pack to me. I pulled one out and took the lighter from him, lighting up the cigarette, before realizing what I was doing. “Huh… didn’t know you smoked,” Ryan said, giving a slight laugh before looking away, “Just don’t tell mom or dad. Or they’ll likely blame me. Or do, if you want. Would help make me a bit less perfect in their eyes.” “Heh… worse, your sister will probably blame me,” Marcus said, laughing lightly, “Anyways, Ryan, you want the honors or should I?” “Go ahead,” Ryan said, taking a deep drag before exhaling out the smoke. “DId you know Ryan and I were in the same frat?” he said, taking a drag himself and exhaling as he spoke, “He was actually one of my initiates. Not to brag, but I was the chapter president. Anyways, after he made it through, I picked him as chair of social events for us.” I stared in silence, listening as I too smoked, surprised at the bit of information I was getting. “Anyways, he made a suggestion for us to work with the university gay straight alliance. A few years back, our frat almost got shut down for a bad hazing incident, barely missed hitting the national news as a gay bashing. Before either of our times, but still, massive black eye on our chapter. I signed on to Ryan’s idea instantly. Was one of the best things we’ve ever done.” “Did you know Marcus had a gay cousin who lived with his family when he got kicked out of the house?” Ryan asked, leaning back and looking at me. I shook my head no. “Yeah, Ian got it rough from his dad. Showed up on our doorstep, the shit beat out of him shivering and half starved. My parents have always been super liberal, same with me. My dad was the one who ended up getting him put in jail. Ian…. He was like a little brother to me. He died about two years ago in a car accident,” Marcus said, looking off into the woods behind the house as he spoke, “It was right before I started dating your sister. Fucking wrecked me so bad. I’ve told Jen about it so many times. And I… I can’t believe how awful she acted tonight, even knowing that. I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Sorry…” I said quietly, looking down. “Stop, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for,” Marcus said, reaching around and pulling me in a hug, “She and I are going to be having a really long talk tomorrow, even with the hangover. I talked with Amy too.. She wanted me to tell you how sorry she was for everything. Told her she’s the one who has to do that. And… Jen…. Jen had no business outing you like that. I don’t know man… this wedding… it's bringing out a side of her I really don’t like. And after this… I really don’t know where that leaves our relationship.” “It’s ok,” I said, looking down, “That’s…. Just how she is.” “I really fucking hope not,” he said, letting go of me, “The wedding is off if she can’t figure out how to make it up to you. I can’t help but worry what will happen if we have kids and she treats them like she treats you. If one of our kids is gay… is she going to treat them like that? Fucking laugh and enjoy being cruel to them?” “Oh…” I said, looking down again, unsure how to respond. “Just… I think I speak for both your brother and myself when I say you can talk to us about anything,” Marcus said, looking over at my brother who nodded in agreement as he spoke, “No judgement, no shaming. Jen is going to be on notice, same for her loser friend Amanda.” I quietly nodded, digesting everything. “Well, I have some thinking to do before I go to bed. Mind if I crash in your room, Ryan?” Marcus asked, tossing the spent butt in the grass, blowing out the smoke, “You and I have to talk about some things regarding your sister.” “Sure man, I’ll walk up there with you,” Ryan said, doing the same. Getting up, Ryan gave my shoulder an encouraging squeeze, before sliding open the back door and following Marcus, quickly shutting the door behind him. I sat in silence for a few minutes, smoking as my mind replayed the events of the night. I finally grabbed my phone, before typing out “I miss you guys. Had a really bad night tonight. When are you coming back?” to Greg and MIke, before going inside the house myself and going to bed.

Once we were at the warehouse we all got undressed in a small office at the front and left our clothes there. Dressed only in our trains, shorts and chains, we made our way into the main room where the four hunky students were talking to Grant while holding beers and smoking cigarettes. They were just in jockstraps and flip-flops, and looked more relaxed than I had expected them to be. “Boys” I said, approaching them, “you ready?” “Fuck yeah” replied Dean, as they all turned to face us. “We’ve been fucking the shit out of each other thinking about this” laughed Finn. “So you’re ready to get pozzed?” Bret asked. “Fucking desperate for it” Jamie said. “Don’t know what you fucking did to us or slipped in our drinks” chuckled Anthony, “but we all want this to happen.” “They just unlocked who you really are, like they did with me” Justin said. “Feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it?” Some of the other men who were taking part began to arrive, all casually dressed and most actually keeping a tank top or T-shirt on. I recognised most of them from other scenes we had done, and knew the students would be in for a fucking awesome night. Grant decided it was time to begin, so he got most of the guys to clear out to the side of the room and remain silent. Once the cameras were rolling, us four brothers each got a student into the missionary gloryholes and strapped in their legs on the outside. We then went round to the back access for the cells and got their wrists into the cuffs in each of them, all being filmed from the cameras installed above and looking down. Grant had said we would release them from the wrist restraints later in the shoot, but he wanted them properly trussed up for the first bit. Before we got on with filming the sex, each of us brothers helped our student smoke a final cigarette and drink some water, and then it was time to begin. We slid into the student we had helped into position, and began to fuck. But we then started swapping round, all having a go with each of them. But as we could feel our first orgasms brewing, we went back to our starting positions while the other men began to walk into the scene. I was with Finn, and as I accelerated he begged for my load from within the cell. I roared as I blew, hearing Kane doing the same to Anthony from the other end of the line of gloryholes. As soon as I pulled back, a tall older guy with biohazards on both shoulders stepped up and rammed his cock into Finn, going straight into a frenetic fuck that I could tell the student was both loving and struggling with. There were soon four of the new arrivals ramming the students, while us brothers stood round one of the bar tables drinking beers, smoking cigarettes and recovering from the first breedings. Grant was OK with whispered conversations in the room, or louder ones between the tops and bottoms at the actual gloryholes, and it was actually pretty great to have quiet chats with the various men in between our turns with the upturned holes. Grant beckoned us brothers over after a while and quietly told us it was time to go and release the students from the wrist cuffs. He said he wanted it all on film, and that we should get the lads to suck our cocks a bit in between them getting a much needed cigarette and drink of water. We did as he asked, going back to our original students to release them, and I had to stop myself from laughing at how completely fucked-out Finn looked lying in there. His body was rocking back and forth despite him being on his back, meaning the guy inside him was really going for it. I released his cuffs, gave him a sip of water, and then lit up two cigarettes and passed one to him. I pulled my hard cock out of my shorts and put it against the side of his head, and he turned to start taking licks and sucks of it in between puffs of his cig. He looked damn hot, and I actually felt a bit jealous at the pounding he was clearly taking from the guy outside. The lads stayed in the cells for several hours, until Grant decided he wanted a final orgy out on the main area with the four of them being bent over and spitroasted. He said he was fine with mixing things up a bit as well, as long as all loads went into the students. That allowed for all of us brothers to enjoy being fucked while we bred the boys again, for a few of the men to try out Gheorghe’s girthy cock, and for Justin and Will to both lean against the wall and get pounded by numerous guys who were building themselves up to breed the lads again. Pavel and Jonas worked between the lads, sucking their cocks as they were gangbanged, with the builders often taking a cock up their hole at the same time while they were down on all fours. I would have loved a load or two, but was happy to just have my hole getting used as it allowed me to get hard again more quickly. By the night’s end, I think the four sets of Ballard balls had been drained dry into those students. We went home exhausted, but knew from Grant’s excitement that this film was going to be big once it was edited and posted. That was going to take time as so many cameras had been used, and he gave us his blessing to now just get on with converting the lads. However, we had come up with another idea by that point, and discussed it with Grant to make sure he was OK with it. He was, and so the following Monday we all got to Bret’s gym just before closing time and then waited outside. Once the last customers were gone, we went in and the owner locked the door behind us. Pretty soon we were in the main workout room, filming on our phones as the owner joined us in fucking the students as the lads lifted weights or used other bits of gym equipment. For instance, at one point Kieron and Kane sat on a couple of exercise bikes, and Dean and Jamie cycled at a fast pace while thrusting their eager holes up and down on the twins’ cocks. Everything we filmed was going to be used for a series of promotional shorts for the main gangbang movie, with the owner only wanting all the raw footage for himself to jerk off over in private as his payment for using the gym. Over the course of a couple of days the following week, all four of the students came down with the fuck flu. We all dropped in at different times to help Zac and Shane to care for them, usually taking the opportunity to fuck a load or two more into the converting lads, and then when they had recovered they all got to fuck their first poz loads into a Ballard. I took Dean’s, and he proved that he was just as good a top as he was a cumdump bottom. Zac and Shane were even more deeply into each other and only really interested in the occasional bit of fun with us or the other housemates outside of their own relationship, but the four newly-pozzed guys had their sights set on what sounded like a conquest of the whole campus before they graduated. We all laughed at their plans, assuming it was just fantasy, but a few months later the local press was covering a spike in infection rates at the university that had caused the administrators to roll out a new campaign and draft in a load of counsellors and sexual health medics to try to promote condoms and use of prep. What made me laugh the most was the casual mention in one paper of “amongst staff and students”, where others had only covered the student population. “What can I say?” Jamie said to me when I called him about it. “There’s some fucking hot lecturers there.” But before all that broke in the press, things moved on significantly for the Ballards. Dad was released from the centre, and events unfolded in a way I had never predicted…

Celebrated my birthday yesterday. By remarkable coincidence, Fist Forward was held on the same day at SteamWorks Seattle. Surprisingly a light crowd, but most of us surmised it was because Dore Alley is also this weekend. It happens. So I was on the prowl a few times when the party wound down. I got to play in the gloryholes a couple times, which I never do, but it's where the action was. Got sucked on a couple times, but no one presented a butt. Then this young Latino fella fondles me in the hall. He shows me his meat, and it's decent. Also cut, and he drags me to his room. After the usual shpeel of my hole - I told him I was tight and not cleaned out - he bent me over the bed and fucked me. After an adjustment, I can't believe I'm typing this Fuck The guy PUTS ON A FUCKING CONDOM. 😒 I know this ain't the backroom, and I'll take the hit for points with saying this, but I stopped him and said, "Honey, no. I'm a bugchaser. No condoms or I walk." He laughed and bent me back over, unsnapped my neoprene harness with one hand, and resumed fucking. Surprisingly, this didn't irritate my hole. In fact, it felt better! Now we had some kind of glide, and it was working. He came, and lay against the wall. I sat up and looked at him, then at the offending plastic hanging off his wiener. Grabbed it, and was surprised it wasn't poopy or bloody. Pulled it off gently, and then emptied its contents into my mouth like a Go-Gurt tube. Salty but okay. A little glob of spunk. We parted. Later I bred a sex pig I've been flirting with on Asspig in the sling room. He's a poz fucker, and I told him to start the verbal bit as I got close. He didn't provide. But I emptied my balls. Happy birthday to me. The condom was a surprise, but I made lemonade out of it, and didn't hate it. Won't likely be doing that again.

We got Gheorghe to take a look at Dad’s flat to see what he thought, and while he couldn’t check if the floors were fucking rotting away, he thought it was fine and could just be done up a bit. Or a lot. Bret thought we should go for a complete overhaul, but Kane and Kieron backed me up on leaving it be until we knew what we were actually dealing with after talking to Dad. He might actually want to come back to the flat being the way he left it, and ripping out the fittings for new ones and repainting the whole place could fuck up his mental state if we weren’t careful. There was plenty of time to deal with the place if we did find we were staying put. We decided to wait for the therapist to reach out, and in the meantime focus on having some fun. The student housemates had become our goal, now that everyone had seen the rough cut of the video I had done with them. Grant wanted their next video to be shot on the Czech-inspired purpose-built ‘gloryhole’ set, but we had not figured out a way to get them into that without some other thing happening first. Zac suggested he just bring me, my brothers, Justin, Shane and anyone else we thought would work round one evening when his other housemates would probably be watching porn together while plunging dildos into their holes, and then we could see where things went from there. This sounded like a good strategy, and I asked Will if he wanted to join in which of course he did. Sheila’s sister Denise kindly agreed to cover my shift on the Saturday night at the Dragon in return for Justin, Kane, Kieron and I helping her get a tree stump out of the ground in her garden, which we sorted that morning before all going home to sleep a bit more. Bret and Will had both done day shifts at the gym, and while Bret was fine, when Will came by later to meet us he was definitely walking a bit weird. “The two Turks” Bret said, with a chuckle. “I could sit on a fucking traffic cone and not feel it” Will groaned, tenderly touching his crack through his tracksuit bottoms. “I’m gonna have to meet these guys” I laughed. “You’ll love it” Justin said, winking at me. Jonas and Pavel turned up as well, smirking as they lifted their tops to show the outlines of the big biohazards they’d started to get inked onto their torsos. Kane and Kieron dived at them for deep kisses, and from the way the four of them looked, I knew there would have been some loud fucking happening within minutes if we hadn’t been going out. We got a couple of Ubers into town to meet Shane and Zac at our favourite gay bar, and despite the new chill in the air they were sitting outside with their drinks in an otherwise deserted terrace. “Wow” I said, putting my hand on Shane’s neck. “You’ve started with the bling.” “Yeah” he said, pulling back the sleeve of his hoodie to reveal a big bracelet as well. “It’s just steel for now, but I’ve got some proper stuff on order.” “So fucking hot” said Zac, licking his lips. I introduced Shane and Zac to everyone, and then we got in some rounds of drinks. Only the occasional smoker came out onto the terrace, so we could just talk freely without worrying about anything. I loved just looking around all these hot guys, thinking about all the fun we’d had and all the love there was on display. I noticed Zac looking around us all too, and when I caught his eye I winked at him. “You guys are all so great” he whispered to me. “So fucking hot too.” “Don’t worry mate” I said. “We’re gonna get you your own poz gang.” We stayed for three rounds of drinks, until Zac thought his housemates would probably be ‘ready’ for us based on how things usually went. So we ordered some more Ubers to get to the university area, deciding it might be best if Zac arrived at the house first with me, Shane and Bret, and then the others could turn up in smaller groups a bit later. Their cars dropped them instead at a pub near the house, while we went straight to surprise the boys. Zac opened the door quietly and we all slipped into the hall, and then he left the door closed but unlatched so the others could just walk in later. We stood and listened to the sounds of satisfaction coming from the living room, and then Zac pushed the door open and we all marched in. “Hey guys” he said to his housemates, “brought some friends over.” They all looked like rabbits in headlights, sat on the sofas in just tank tops, each with one hand gripping their erect cock and the other on a dildo wedged up their arse. As they stared at us and we grinned at them, the only sound in the room was from the video they had been watching in which a load of Sean Cody studs were fucking each other bareback. “Please guys” I said, “carry on.” “Unless you want to try out the real thing” Bret added, as he lightly gripped his hardening cock through his jogging bottoms. Three of them continued to just stare at us in shock, but we all saw one of them glance down at Bret’s crotch and lightly touch his lips with his tongue. Bret walked over and stood in front of the guy, the others now watching him, and then just stood and waited. The student, a lean and muscled black guy we later found out was called Anthony, slid forward on the sofa and reached up with one hand to touch Bret’s crotch, his other hand still holding the end of the dildo he had up his arse. Bret slid his trousers down so Anthony could touch him through his trunks, and then shortly after he also slid those down. Anthony stared at the cock in front of him, before gingerly taking a grip of it. He held it for a moment, then rubbed his hand up and down it a little. Bret brought his own hand round and helped point it at the handsome student, and Anthony leaned forward and hesitantly took it into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he began to suck on my brother, while also resuming the pushing and pulling of the dildo. It was clear that the boy was snared, and I knew he’d be willingly giving up his arse in no time. The other three housemates were all watching Anthony service Bret, now all continuing to wank themselves while they gently pushed their own dildos in and out. I was trying to decide which one to aim for myself when we heard the front door open, with Kane, Kieron, Pavel and Jonas being the next arrivals. Shane, Zac and I moved further into the room to allow the other four space to get in, and then I marched forward towards an extremely cute blond twunk called Jamie. I yanked down my trousers and jock, and he slid forward and took my cock into his mouth straight away. The twins did not delay getting involved, with Kane stepping in front of a tattooed brown-haired hunk called Dean, and Kieron going up to the last of them, a pale but well-muscled bearded redhead called Finn. Neither lad hesitated before joining their friends in giving their first blowjobs. Justin and Will arriving prompted us to move on to the next stage. We brothers stepped away from the housemates and stripped naked, with our fellow guests doing the same. Then Zac got down on all fours in front of the TV, Shane got on his knees behind him, and the horny students watched as their fifth housemate willingly began to get fucked in front of them. I grabbed the remote and turned off the porn, satisfied we no longer needed any help from a bunch of American frat boys. “Guys” I said to the four housemates, do you want what Zac is getting?” They all nodded while not taking their eyes off what was happening in front of them. “Then there’s something you need to know first” I said. “Zac?” “This is my boyfriend Shane” Zac said, as he rocked back and forth. “He’s poz.” “We’re all poz” I said, choosing to ignore that Will had not converted yet, “and we never use condoms. You still want what Zac’s getting?” The four of them were back to looking like rabbits in headlights, but Anthony once again broke first. He looked up at me, then down at my hard cock, then back to Zac taking it from behind. He began to jerk his cock again, then seemed to reach a decision. He stood up, slowly pulled the dildo out of his arse to throw on the floor, and then pulled off his top. He moved towards Bret and took hold of my brother’s cock, looking down at it and licking his lips. “You want this inside you?” Bret asked him. “Fuck me” Anthony whispered. “Please fuck me.” One down, three to go. Bret turned Anthony around and pushed him into a kneeling position on the sofa. He got behind the guy, kneeling on the edge of the sofa cushions himself, and then put his erect cock at the already loosened hole. He steadily pushed himself all the way in, and then immediately began to fuck. Anthony started moaning and panting, but we all saw him arching his back and beginning to slightly push back against each of Bret’s inward thrusts. Finn dived up out of his seat, stripping off and removing his own dildo. He turned and bent over to lean on the armrest of the sofa, and Kieron just stepped up behind him and entered. Pavel squeezed round beside them until he was standing against the wall next to the sofa, and presented his cock to Finn as the lad began to take a pounding from behind. He hungrily swallowed the Polish cock, moaning in heat as his first fuck turned into a spit-roast. Dean was thrusting the dildo in and out of his hole as he watched what had unfolded so quickly beside him, and then he turned to Kane. “Fuck me hard” he growled, before standing up and stripping off his top. Kane darted round behind him and bent him forward, with Jonas already in position for the tattooed student to begin sucking him. Kane gripped the dildo and yanked it out of Dean, immediately slamming his cock inside instead to begin a fast and frenetic fuck. Will, meanwhile, and bent over against the wall near the door with Justin crouched down eating out his hole, a sure sign that they were going to be fucking soon as well. That left Jamie, whose head was darting round the room looking at the explosion of fucking while he yanked his cock and worked his hole. “You want some of that too?” I asked him. “Yes” he panted. He stayed seated, ripping off his vest, but before he could stand up I moved back to him, lifted his legs and then pulled out the dildo. I put his legs on my shoulders, placed my cock at his entrance, and then leaned forward so he was squashed back against the sofa cushions looking up at me. “You want this inside you?” I asked. “Yes!” he panted. “You want my poz cock inside you?” I said. “Oh fuck me, yes!” he almost yelled. “You want me to slide in and fuck you with my poz cock?” I asked. “Just do it!” he cried. I pushed in, and slid all the way inside quickly. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened as I plunged in deeper than a dildo had ever been, but he didn’t cry out or resist. “You like how that feels?” I asked. “Fuck yeah” he panted. “I’m gonna fuck you now” I growled, “and then I’m gonna breed a big poz load deep in your neg hole.” He was panting like crazy, but gave me a small nod to say he understood and that he wanted it. That was all I needed, and I began to thrust. His face told me he loved it, and I began to whisper to him about how potent I was, how he was going to be taking poz cock all night, and what a bottom slut he was going to be. He begged and pleaded with me to do it to him, for everyone to fuck him, and that he wanted to be filled with poz loads. It was so hot to see him transform before my eyes as he finally got what he had clearly been craving. The room was filled with moans, slapping of thighs on cheeks, and verbal poz talk. Will was by far the loudest, enjoying Justin’s huge cock while probably still being really sore from his encounter with the Turkish duo at the gym earlier. I had no problem with him joining in as a bottom given he still had not converted, as god knows we had enough poz tops for everyone. I suspected Jonas and Pavel would also be up for sharing their new gifts with the students, even though they were exclusively bottoms with the twins as far as I knew. I didn’t know if Shane or Zac would get involved in fucking with anyone else, but part of me suspected they might be happy just to carry on as they were while enjoying watching the corruption of the other four housemates. Justin was the first to blow, and then after that he grabbed his phone and began to take some videos and photos of the scene to send to Grant. The man responded immediately to the first pic that was sent to him, so Justin FaceTimed him and allowed him to see live coverage of what we were achieving. “You better get that warehouse ready” Justin said to him after bringing the phone camera back to being on just his face. “I’m fucking on it!” Grant said, before ending the call. Bret roaring as he reached his peak and blew a poz load into Anthony set off a bit of a domino effect, with Kane pozzing Dean, Kieron pozzing Finn, Shane pozzing Zac, and then finally me unloading my toxic cum into Jamie as he stared up at me with pleading eyes. The room was now full of the sounds of both tops and bottoms panting from the exertion, but eventually we all calmed down and separated. The four housemates who had just had their cherries popped all reached to their holes to feel the poz cum dripping out of them, most bringing their fingers back to their lips to taste, while the rest of us threw some clothes back on. We headed outside to their back garden to light up, with the housemates joining us eventually. Zac and Shane brought out some bottles and glasses, and we all relaxed in the chilly air drinking spirits, smoking cigarettes and happily chatting. The four guys we’d just deflowered all admitted they’d been wanting to take an actual cock since they’d watched me fuck Zac for the first time, and then he told them about his relationship with Shane. They had all guessed he was seeing someone, but didn’t know he was so involved with a guy nor that he was actively trying to get pozzed. I made sure to tell them that they could stop things right there and then go and get some PEP the next day, but after a moment’s thought they all decided to just carry on. Anthony and Jamie admitted they’d both started watching pozzing porn privately in their rooms, while Dean had zoned out of the conversation and was just obsessing over Bret’s tattoos and saying he wanted to add to his own ink with some similar designs. Finn was the quietest, but finally told them all that he had been secretly writing poz fiction for a site he’d found accidentally and got really into. Justin made him load up his favourite story, and then read it out to the rest of us while Finn blushed. The guy had talent, that was for sure, and the short story about a student being pozzed by a professor on a field trip was extremely hot. So hot in fact that we were all ready to go again once Justin had finished reading it. We decided that we would spend the rest of the night with the boys separated, so got them to go to their own rooms and get ready on their beds. Zac quietly said he wanted that just Shane which was not a surprise to any of us, and the two of them went inside and upstairs. Zac’s door was closed for the rest of the night as the two lovebirds continued working towards the student’s conversion in private. The other four did relocated to their rooms as instructed, and the rest of us spent the night roaming the house getting involved in all sorts of pairings and groups. Will used the whole ground floor as his base, happily taking loads in the living room, kitchen or on the stairs from any of the rest of us who went downstairs to get a drink or go outside for a smoke. Though we were on a quest to properly get the four housemates started with their conversions, through chain-fucks or the occasional group session in a bedroom, we all bottomed at points throughout the night too. Jonas and Pavel were particularly into being in the middle of a sandwich, happily starting to gift for the first time while still being the absolute bottoms they otherwise were. The housemates treated us to a giant Maccy D’s breakfast delivery in the morning, before we piled back into Ubers to go home. There was not a shred of anxiety or regret amongst any of them, and they were well up for doing a gloryhole gangbang scene with Grant once it was organised. It was also clear that Zac was not going to be the only bottom in the house once we were gone, as they would all now be eagerly fucking each other after they had recovered. Shane actually stayed behind, as he and Zac were going to enjoy being free to fuck throughout Sunday in that house for a change, no longer needing to confine their relationship to Shane’s flat. Grant messaged us while we were in the cabs, saying he’d lined up enough to go ahead with the new vid a week from Monday. He wanted all of us there, and was going to get as many other guys involved as he could. “I want those boys pozzed” he said at the end of his message, making me chuckle. It was only the next day that Will messaged Bret to say he felt like shit, a sure sign that he had finally succumbed to the virus. He didn’t need any of us to do anything as he was well looked after at home, but Bret did drop in on him a couple of times anyway under the guise of being a colleague from the gym who just wanted to check out how he was doing. I think Bret was also eager to see how long Will might be off for, as he was back to having to provide all the extra services at the gym himself which was running him ragged. Justin took pity on him and started going there more often to join in, always being happy to have a line of men waiting to pound his needy hole. This left me a bit on my own when I wasn’t working at the Dragon, so I started spending more time at the new flat actually helping out a bit while also swapping loads with Gheorghe. His dick really was one of my favourites to ride, and he was such a nice and kind hunk that I genuinely enjoyed being with him even if we were just painting a wall side by side. He was really getting into running his own company, and said he had started talking to another couple of potential clients as well as lining up two guys originally from Moldova to employ if he won some more work. “They already poz” he said to me, glancing sideways. “But good fuck.” I laughed out loud, pleased the Romanian was getting some action. The prospect of meeting these two guys and getting to have some fun with them as well also made me feel more keen to get an answer on what was going to happen to Dad’s flat, as that would be extra work for Gheorghe’s company that could yield a Moldovan encounter or two. But for now there was enough going on to keep us all occupied, and the prospect of seeing the students have their holes permanently wrecked on Monday was getting me hornier by the day…

not married but even if I have a g/f as a breeding top I can't say no to some smooth breedable hole on sniffies. Won't lie - I get a thrill that she has no idea I was balls deep bareback inside of someone young enough to be my son just hours earlier. Can't explain it - I just love fucking anything and everything that moves, when you are blessed with thick cock everyone wants, who am I to say no?

Don't like spitting. Nothing erotic about that. Also fingers; most guys don't know to finger a bottom, they just shove em in. I want a raw cock in my ass, (and tons of cum), fingers don't cut it.

The silence that followed after I had finished speaking felt like it might last forever, and after watching Dad for a reaction I began nervously looking around at my brothers. Kane and Kieron were both just staring down at the floor, but Bret caught my eye and gave me a small smile and a nod to tell me I had done well. He had his hands resting on his lap and was tapping his thumbs together, showing me how nervous he was really. “Ed” the therapist said, “would you like to go to the Reflection Room?” She had told us they had a room at the centre that some of the patients made use of to think or meditate, and that Dad had found helpful after his initial resistance to the idea. “No” he said, staring at the floor, “I’m OK.” He then looked up at me and stared, before turning to Bret and doing the same. His gaze then fell on each of the twins, who didn’t look up themselves but they still began shifting around in their chairs as though they knew he was staring at them. Finally Dad turned back to me. “Luke” he said, taking a deep breath, “thank you. I know that took a lot of courage.” I could see the therapist nod a little bit while looking at my father, and realised he was probably using lines that he had learned, particularly as he didn’t sound like himself. “That is a lot to take in” he said. “A fuck lot to take in.” “I know” I said. “I’m sorry.” “It’s OK” he said. “I, er, guess this explains all the silver. Still thought you was all dealing.” “We don’t do any drugs Dad” Bret said. “I promise.” “I believe you son” he said. “The other thing I couldn’t fucking get my head around was how you boys all suddenly stopped being such cunts to each other, and now I know that too.” “We were all just trying to hide who we were from everyone” Bret said. “From ourselves too” Kane quietly added. “I know that son” he said to K. “You know I get it.” I saw Kane’s eyes get a bit wet, and Kieron decided to ignore our earlier decision to minimise physical contact or affection in front of Dad until we knew how he was going to respond to what we had to say to him. Kieron shuffled his chair closer to Kane’s, and put his arm round his twin’s shoulders. Dad just stared at them as Kieron leaned over and whispered something in Kane’s ear, and Kane nodded before looking up at Dad. “You really do love each other, don’t you?” Dad said to them. “Yes” Kieron responded, tears forming in his eyes now too. “We do.” Dad turned to me, and then looked at Bret. “And you two?” “Dad” Bret said, before taking a deep breath. “I know it’s fucking weird, or even sick, but Luke is everything to me. I mean fucking everything. When the army kicked me out I was so fucking angry and ashamed and sad or whatever. And at home I only felt fucking worse because I couldn’t handle how he was making me feel. It’s hard to explain…” He trailed off, and we sat there in silence again as a group. “Bret” the therapist said, “I think it is important that you speak your truth here today. Can I suggest you close your eyes and just imagine you’re talking to me.” After Bret nodded I leaned over and took his hand, and he closed his eyes and lifted his head so he was sitting up straight. He then started to talk, revealing things he’d never even told me before. He had come home feeling angry, ashamed, bitter, betrayed, but most of all he was scared. But the minute he saw me for the first time in ages, he had also got rattled because of how adult I had started looking, how my muscles had grown, and how confident I had become. He had never seen or thought of any of us as anything but his younger brothers, focusing his lust and frustrated desires on Justin, some of the other sporty guys at school, and even some of the teachers. But despite how much of a bully and a cunt he could be to me, he also felt really protective and would have punched out anyone from outside the family who messed with me. When he saw me again after such a long time away, that protective thing rapidly turned into something else, and once we had come out to him he couldn’t hold it back. “I always felt like I had to protect Luke” he said, as he finished up, “even though I did a shit job of it. But now, what I feel like is that Luke protects me. I know I’m bigger and shit, but it’s like I only feel safe and happy knowing Luke’s there and that I’m his. I know I act like I’m some fucking alpha moron, but it is just an act Dad. I’ve always been scared, mostly of who I am, and with Luke I just don’t feel scared anymore. I love Justin, I do, but if we’re on the sofa or lying in bed and Luke has his arms round me, that is the only time I fucking feel like I am being me and that it’s OK.” I sat staring at Bret, not sure what to say. He opened his eyes and tears began to fall out of them straight away, but I stayed where I was holding his hand. Kieron took his arm off Kane’s shoulder and got up, standing behind Bret and then leaning over to put his arms round his older brother to comfort him. “Dad?” Kane said. I looked over at Dad, and he was openly weeping. I then turned back to Bret, and he looked me deep in the eyes. “I love you Luke” he said, his lip trembling. At that moment I burst into tears, and just gripped Bret’s hand tighter as we looked into each other’s eyes. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see Dad standing there looking down at me with a warm smile on his face as the tears continued to fall. “For fuck’s sake go and kiss the man who loves you son” he said. We were all a mess when we left the centre, but it was over, it was all out, and it could not have gone better. Dad said it would take some time for him to deal with it all, but through tears, sobbing and smiles, he made sure that we understood he did not judge us. He said he did not care about us being HIV positive, and was just glad we weren’t doing drugs. He told us that he was as proud as a father could be that we were all so able and willing to love other people, not just each other but also the other guys in our lives. Even his therapist looked a bit emotional at one point, but got herself together to discuss next steps with us all before we left. She suggested we come back regularly from now on, whether alone, in couples or as a group, so we could carry on working on it all. She recommended Justin, Jonas and Pavel be brought along to meet him, which he said he was looking forward to so he could meet the other men we loved. He asked to say one last thing before the session ended, and went on to tell us that he was definitely gay, that he wanted to love, and that we were a big part of helping him realise that. We were all dehydrated from the crying that followed. That night was one of those where the normal sex was replaced with brothers needing to just be held by their lovers. The twins went into Dad’s bed to just be together with their hunky builders, while Justin held me tightly from behind while I did the same to an often-sobbing Bret. I never wanted to let go of him, nor did I want Justin to ever let me out of his arms. Bret needed me to protect him from nothing in particular, and I realised I got the same from the musclebound policeman behind me even though it had not occurred to me before. But it all made sense now, realising how much of the time with Bret involved me being the top, the big spoon, the protector. I loved it, but now knew that my lack of jealousy over the bond he shared with Justin was because the musclebound policeman and me had something of our own. He was my protector, my rock, and actually always had been even when I was a younger teenager and slightly worshipping the guy. The next day the three of us went into town early, going to the jewellers where Bret had bought the matching rings we wore. With a huge extra charge for speed paid, the three of us went off to browse the clothes shops, have lunch together and even catch a film, before we went back near to closing time. A J had been added before the BLB on our existing rings, and a new one had been made with the same engraving and then dipped in gold. Bret did not give a shit what the woman who had served us thought as he slipped it onto Justin’s finger, before embracing his old friend in a long embrace. Outside on the street me and Justin also held each other, before we hailed a cab and went home. We all had to quickly change and get to work, but in the early hours of the morning when Justin finally got back from being on duty, despite how tired we were we made love in every position and combination possible. We drifted off to sleep near dawn, Justin inside me and me inside Bret. Throughout Sunday morning we kept going back to bed, unable to resist the urge to keep bonding with each other, and spent the rest of the time talking more openly and honestly with each other than we had done in a long time. The twins or the builders would occasionally appear in the kitchen or bathroom, but the four of them were otherwise in Dad’s room with the door closed the whole time. From the sounds I occasionally heard, it was clear that Jonas and Pavel were no longer exclusively bottoms in the fourway relationship. There was no repeat of the pre-dawn sex that night, all of us knowing we had to be on top form later for the big gloryhole gangbang. I kind of wanted to just carry on spending time with my lovers, but we had committed to playing our part with the students. There were only going to be four of them taking part, as Shane had texted me that morning to say he had a feverish, shivering boyfriend passed out on his bed, though I suspected Zac might still have bailed as he had made it clear he wanted to know the guy he had fallen in love with was the one who had pozzed him. He had got his wish, and Shane was clearly pleased about it too. I felt really good about having introduced them to each other. We spent the day chilling out, and all went to Bret’s gym to work out a bit. He had shifted to a day shift and was working that afternoon, but to help him and Will maintain his energy we all did a bit of time in the storeroom with them. Fortunately the two Turks did not show up, nor did any other members who wanted to be bred themselves, and we avoided any of us getting tired out by sharing the loads. The owner actually took the twins off to use himself for a bit, which they seemed to enjoy. Once Bret was off the clock we all relaxed in the steam room and sauna, and then headed home to get ready. Grant wanted us in athletic shorts with no underwear, and would have us all topless so our biohazards were on full display, so we just threw on hoodies and tracksuit bottoms over our shorts for the journey. Pavel, Jonas, Gheorghe and Will all came over, and then we went off to pick up the Ubers we had booked. By that point I was into it, and could not wait to see the hunky students’s arses on display and ready to be bred…

It’s been months since I’ve had a raw cock in me. My hole aching for raw cocks to stretch me out and fill my hole with their DNA. Finally graduated college a month ago, and now I was free to get back to my slutty cum addicted ways. A little about me, I’m a 42 year old thicker hairy cub with a handsome face, bald head, trimmed beard, and a deep hole that can take whatever dick size thrown at me. It was a Wednesday evening and I was desperate for cum. I needed to feel the weight of a man sliding his raw cock in me, treating me like the hole I am, and leaving me to wait for the next random breeder. so I made sure I was clean and lubed myself up with the frozen cum that I collected. Depositing about two loads in my hairy cub hole I was ready. First breeder was Jay, a young thicker college student that used to be a regular of mine. Gave him directions to my new apartment since he’d never been. He messages me he’s parked and I get on my bed in my jockstrap and vintage cropped mesh shirt, huffing poppers in preparation. The sound of his clothes coming off and he’s on the bed, sticking his cock out so I can get him hard. He’s young so it doesn’t take long and he mounts me and starts a soft pounding of my hole. He loves calling me daddy and in just a few minutes he shoves in and drops his load. A kiss goodbye, promises to do it again soon and he is off. Back on Sniffies and Grindr, the search for the next breeder begins. Within a few minutes an anonymous profile hits me up. 27 years old and fit says the profile, but he immediately starts the chat with two pictures. His cock is perfection, 8” thick, sitting below a well defined chest and flat stomach. Him : “Are you looking for more loads?” Me : “yes” Him : “I’m down to add mine” Perfect. I love cutting through all the chatting and getting right down to business. Within ten minutes, this stud is at the foot of my bed, hard cock pushing into my hole. I was pretty wet but he pushes in and it’s dry. I choose not to add any extra lube and he starts fucking me. He’s a real soft top, and is laying on top of me slowly sawing his 8” in and out of my eager hole. I’m wishing he was really fucking me, but he rewards me with a load in under 5 minutes, that’s all I really want. About 10 minutes later, I get a message from another regular, a sweet Poz daddy who loves my slutty hole. He’s over in 15 minutes and immediately has his cock in my mouth, needing service to get hard. As soon as he’s fully hard he turns me around and thrusts his 6.5” into me. He takes his time but isn’t soft about it, we kiss while he’s raw fucking me; his breath smells like whiskey and cigarettes. In under 10 minutes I feel him shudder and he deposits his load. He’s a big shooter and I can feel that wetness seeping into me, giving a fire for more cum that only a true slut hole can understand. We lay there and chat for a while, but it’s almost 2am and he has to work. I give up the search for the night, knowing in the morning I’ll be going to the local ABS to troll for fresh loads. ABS breeding continued in next installment…

WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? PART 1 Hank was in tears. „What did you do to me?“ he asked sobbing like a child. „How can I ever be turned on by my wife after this night? She feels disgusting to me after you all loaded my manpussy...the thought of going back home and seeing her makes me feel sick...why did you do this to me?“ 3 HOURS EARLIER Straight. Tall. Handsome. Swaggy. And sexist asshole. Or Hank, as he’s known. Getting off his truck to buy some groceries, he immediately caught attention of all people around. And it was not just about his big bulge which he intentionally made as much visible to the world in his tight jeans. It was about his overpowering selfesteem which long ago shifted to immoral arrogance. Hank was well aware of his sex appeal and he considered all the chicks of the world inferior to him, not to mention gay men who he considered lowest of all, not worth any more than being fucked hard...and definitely not by Hank who is pussy addict and would not ever touch another man. As Hank made those couple steps from his truck to the store, he did not hesitate to say to passing by teen girl that she has a butt worth long fuck. He was enjoying seeing here literally run away to her car so much that he had to rub his growing bulge right there, in front of everybody. And he did not mind it at all. The nature gave him this huge tool, so why hiding it, he thought. Stepping in the store, Hank wasted no time and strictly told the young, petite man behind the cash desk: „Give me three bottles of Hennessy and one packet of Marlboros!“ Unaware at that point, this was the firat core mistake which he did. Instead of blindly going forward with Hank’s request, the petite young man said „It seems that somebody stole your good manners.“ „What did you just say?“ Hank asked, visibly getting enraged, not being used to anybody to not comply with his wishes. „Are you deaf?“ petite young man asked, „My message was clear enough I believe.“ „Listen, you piece of shit,“ Hank started really upset at this point, „I don’t know who you think I am, but If you treat your customers like this, I can as well give you a good old fist punch.“ „Come on, don’t be kidding me,“ the petite man said with no sign of being scared, „you’ll end up being fucked by me and my friends this night If you don’t change your behaviour right now!“ Hank was shocked. „How dare you speak to me like that, you faggot,“ he started to yell around. And that was the second core mistake. In whiff of a second, the petite young man behind the desk just whistled on his fingers and called „Mike?“ And in another whiff of a second, a huge muscular piece of black man entered the room. Hank was lost. He knew that resistance is futile and did not even try to fight when Mike took his hands to cuff them behind Hank’s back. Hank just prayed for the best. While he expected almost anything, he thought that the mention of being fucked by whoever was just a bad joke and he will manage to get home with some bruises at most. And that was the third mistake which he made. In couple moments, things became clear to Hank as he watched the petite young man walking to the store door to lock it and put on the „I’ll be right back“ sign. Being alpha male just minutes ago, Hank was now becoming scared. As Mike led Hank to the back room of the store, Hank was starting to sob. This big muscular brute, always relying on his huge dick power, now felt so small. He might have as well just solidify the „myth“ that those big hunky men are usually the real snowflakes. With some tears running down his face, he knew he was helpless. Once Mike bent him over the desk in the back office, Hank was clear. He might be alpha asshole, but he was not stupid – he knew very well that is alpha asshole is going to be raped. „I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,“ he yelled, but any of his objections turned out to be rejected efficiently when petite young man appeared holding ball gag. Hank did not even manage to catch his breath upon seeing it and it was already tied firmly around his mouth and head. „Mmmmphhhm,“ he said. „That sounds similar enough to ‚Yes, I want your bare dick‘,“ Mike said and pulled Hank’s tight jeans down to his ankles. TO BE CONTINUED

I had been back in London for a few weeks, after years away, and had not had a chance to seek out any gay cruising haunts, all the ones I had known in the 90's were gone, but after I got a job on a building site in the borough and was carrying on with my closeted life. There was no chance that any of the other guys were up for a bit of cock action. I had just finished a Saturday morning shift (Saturdays are half days on building sites) and most of the other lads were either going to football matches or home to the family. I decided I'd hit one of the local pubs before heading home, so I went into a little pub near Borough Station and ordered up my usual bottle of Becks and started reading a paper. After a few minutes I got the feeling I was being watched and realised a guy was furtively steeling glances at me, but as it was definately not a gay bar I just ignored my feeling and got back to my paper. After a while I headed to to toilet for a piss and was pleased and surprised to find the guy who I thought had been watching me, follow me in. He gave me a smile as he pulled up to the next urinal and fished his dick out of his jeans. When I saw he was semi-hard I knew where this was going, or at least, I thought I did. At this point I should describe myself. I am 33 and in pretty good shape from working the building game for the last five years, am six feet in height, 12.5 stone and have a smooth body with a nice seven inch dick. I have never been out, and other than the guys I've had sex with, pretty much no-one else knows I'm gay. Back to Saturday afternoon now.... "So, you been working today", the guy with the semi said, starting up a conversation. I checked him out and we were a pretty good match, about the same age, height and weight, although I must admit his dick looked like it had an extra inch or two on mine. "Yes mate, just finished on the site" I replied, stroking my own semi now to let him know I was interested. "Any plans for the afternoon?" he asked, still stroking his now hard and very nice dick. "No, I'm easy" I said, adding "I haven't made any plans yet." He told me had a place five minutes away and asked me if I wanted to come round, introducing himself as Stuart. "Sure mate" I said, "I'm Al." We got to his place in the promised five minutes, and he immediately started stripping off his clothing. He had a lean body with a dusting of hair on his chest and abs, and when his shorts came off, his dick stood proud at a good eight inches with a lovely big mushroom head already dripping some pre-cum. By this time I was also naked, and I immediately went down onto my knees and put the tip of my tongue againt his slit and lapped up the trickle of juice oozing from his tool. I worked my way round his dickhead before enveloping the bellend wholly in my mouth and tasting his hot cock. As an expert deepthroat, it wasn't long before his whole dick was sliding in and out of my throat. He moved us onto his bed and, as I continued sucking on his dick, he starting fingering at my ass while I ladled some of the thick gloopy spit you produce when giving deepthroat onto my ass to lube his fingers and my ass. "Man, I want to fuck that ass" he commented as he continued opening up my hole with his fingers, adding "I wanna feel my dick inside that hot hole. Suck my dick and make it real hard and wet for your hole." "Fuck Stuart, I want your dick in my hole. Don't worry mate, you can have as much of my ass as you like. I'll make sure your dick is good and hard to fuck me, dig out the condoms and get ready to fill my hole." Stuart pulled his dick away from me and got off the bed, suddenly the whole mood had changed. "What's up mate, what did I say? I thought we were going well." "Fuck sake Al, why did you have to mention condoms? I only fuck bareback. I fucking hate condoms, I never use them. I was hoping to fuck you raw. A fuck isn't a fuck unless you finish the job and dump your load in a hot ass. That's what's on offer here, mate. If you want to get fucked, you're gonna take it raw - and you are gonna have to take a load. Sorry Al, but that's the way it is." Well fuck me, we've all had the bareback fantasies, imagining taking loads, feeling a guy cum inside us, and now here it was, on offer, right infront of me, and on offer from a real horny fucker with a dick like a pornstar. "Sorry Stuart, I didn't mean to ruin the mood. I just assumed it would be with a condom, but if bareback is what's on offer, then bareback it is!" There it was. I said it. I had just agreed to my first bareback fuck! I didn't know I was going to say it until the words came out my mouth but I said yes to bareback and I had the biggest hardon of my life! The change in the mood now was even more marked than before, but this time it was a change for the better. A big change for the better! A real evil smirk appeared on Stuarts face as he told me to kneel on the edge of the bed and let him see my asshole. I knelt on the bed and raised my ass in the air exposing my hole to him, ready to take my first raw dick. I felt his dickhead rub up and down going over my hole, smearing me with his precum and teasing at my bud, then he started working it in, gently easing the head into my well-lubed hole until my ass muscles clamped round the mushroom head as it passed my sphincter. I had never felt more fucking horny in my life. He continued easing his dick into my ass until I felt his pubes on my back and his balls touching mine, then he started long slow strokes in and out, over and over, just massaging my guts with his huge mushroom cock. "How does that feel AL?", he asked as he fucked away at my ass, "there's no better feeling than raw cock inside you, is there? I can tell how much you love my raw cock. You're purring like fucking kitten - you're fucking loving it." I was loving it, and I told him as much, but honestly there was no need: my body was sending out messages that I could never find words to convey. "OK Al, turn over onto your back. I'm getting pretty close and I want us to be face to face, eyeball to eyeball, when I give you your first load. I want your eyes to tell me how much you want it, and I want you to see in my eyes exactly what I am giving you." For the few seconds that he was out of my ass when we were adjusting positions I felt so empty. This experience was very different than anything I had felt before. It was really intense and I didn't just want that dick back inside me, I needed that dick back inside me! I lay on my back and raised my legs onto his shoulders, not taking my eyes off of his as he re-entered my hole, quickly resuming a steady and intense fucking motion using my ass as it had never been used before. Every stroke felt like heaven, and now I could look into his eyes and see how much it meant to him, it meant even more to me. I had to please this man, I had to give him what he wanted. I had to take his load. "No going back now, no going back now," he said, adding "After you have taken this boy, everything changes. There's no going back, for what you are about to receive you should be truly thankful. No going back Al. This is it. This is where it all changes. Fuck Al, there's no going back." He managed one more time as he let out a huge roar as he started dumping his seed deep inside me. He never closed his eyes and never took them off my eyes for a single second as pumped load after load of seed into me. After a few minutes he collapsed on top of me and we lay there, him still inside me, for about ten minutes before he had the energy to move or speak. He gently slipped his dick out of my ass and kissed me on the lips, asking "Do you know what just happened? Do you know what I just gave you?" I kissed him and with a smile replied "I think you may just have given me my freedom." He smiled broadly. Over the rest of Saturday, Sunday and Monday, when I called the site to say I couldn't come in, I thought I'd picked up a bug. Stuart was either on the phone or the net, getting all his buddies to come over and play with his new toy - me! By the time I finally went home on Monday night, I had gone from vanilla closet boy, to bareback slut, having taken 14 loads from his friends and an additional five from Stuart. Every time I took a load that weekend he asked me if I knew what I had just been given, and every time I replied "Yes, and thank you!"

There are three chaplains at an important church, a cathedral. When one of them tells the other two that he's gay, first one says he is too, and then the last one does too. They promise each other: no sex, not about sexual fantasies. If one of them needs to masturbate, only once a month. The others shouldn't know. In the in-house sauna, only individually. It's not their fault that they're gay. One of their duties as chaplains: hearing confessions in the confessional. The many old women are annoying. But that's what they're there for. Then, at one of them, a young gay man wants to confess, but he actually wants to seduce the chaplain. He tells the two of them about it. He won't let himself be seduced; his colleague is there for that. Why does he pretend it doesn't turn him on? Soon, the third one also gets involved in something where gay people have sex. He thinks to himself, it's not a big deal, but... What about the one who was there at the beginning? How do the two enjoy sex with men, and how does it end for the one who remained strong at the beginning? That's a long story. How does it work with the three of them? They know exactly what they don't want. The one who seduces them is very skillful. But the chaplains are very firm in their convictions. Perhaps you want to know. Because each of them is firmly convinced, they have been seduced. Unfortunately, I don't speak English. I need someone to translate these stories for me.

Fisting and fingering my hole are not for me. I only want raw dick in my ass.

I decided to travel around Europe during my gap year between school and University. I bought a railcard and YHA membership and stayed in various youth hostels in France and Germany. It was a lot of fun and I met some nice people along the way. Eventually, I found myself in Hamburg with a couple of days to kill before I had to head home. The weather was hot and sunny, so I took as trip down town and found myself in the Reeperbahn. This is the red light district and is full of adult cinemas, bars and clubs. In a side street, I passed a small x rated adult cinema which was advertising gay films. At that stage, I was aware that men turned me on, but I had never had a chance to do anything, let alone see a gay movie (this was before the internet). After walking past again, I thought this is crazy. Go in or go home I told myself. So I went in. There was a small ticket booth in the narrow entrance way. The old guy behind the desk barely looked at me before taking my money. Then he pressed a button, the door in the end wall buzzed and he nodded me through. It was dark inside. There was a corridor to follow. Flickering lights from TV screens lit up the walls and there were the sounds of people having sex on movie screens which made my heart pound and my hands shake with adrenaline. I followed the corridor and realised it wasn’t a cinema as such. There were just a number of booths leading off from the corridor with screens showing porn, some small enough for only one chair facing the screen, and bigger ones with sofas and space for several people. All had glass windows and no privacy. I edged along. In one booth a large guy in overalls lay back in a chair, zip open and wanking a large erection as he watched two men fucking on screen. My mouth went dry. I had never seen a naked cock before. I felt excited and fearful at the sight of him masturbating. He looked at me, grinned, then turned back to the screen. I stumbled on. This was wrong, I thought. A small, backstreet dive smelling of body odour, showing porn where people were fucking without condoms. The kind of place where you could get into a heavy, risky scene. I was scared and excited. What had I got into? I turned a corner and found myself outside a larger booth. Two middle-aged men were inside. A large, fleshy man was sat on a sofa sucking the cock of a tall, skinny guy who had his trousers down and was holding up his shirt so he could watch himself being sucked. The other guy was completely naked apart from black stockings. He was obviously wearing a long blond wig, and had a lot of tattoos and piercings. After a few moments, he leant back and I saw his nipples were pierced as was his heavy, erect cock which had a large, thick ring through the end. He had a brown bottle in his hand. When he unscrewed the top and sniffed it, a heady, solvent like aroma filled the space and made my heart beat faster. The skinny man turned, bent forward and offered his pale, naked bottom. The pierced guy leaned forward, spread the cheeks and began to tongue his arsehole. Oh my gosh. It seemed such a depraved thing to do, and yet my cock was painfully hard in my trousers and my mouth was dry. I should go. This was dirty, filthy sex. I was aware of someone next to me. I saw a small, older guy in spectacles . He had his trousers open and was sporting a heavy erection with a mushroom head drooling pre-cum. He rubbed it, indicated the couple in the room and licked his lips and smiled. Then he nodded at my waist. His meaning was obvious. Time to leave, I thought. But I didn’t. With trembling fingers, I opened my jeans and pulled out my cock. I had never exposed myself to a man before. “Sehr schon,” He said and reached out and held it. I gasped with surprise and shock. He sensed this and asked in German if I liked it. “ Y..y..yess.” I gasped in English. “Ah..English..” He smiled, rubbing his hand lightly and slowly up and down my cock. “You are new to this, eh?” I nodded and blushed, then found myself being guided into the booth with a mixture of excitement, fear and lust. The seated man turned away from licking the arsehole to grab my cock. He leaned forward and for the first time I felt my erection enter another man’s mouth. The sensation was amazing as he began to suck and lick me. I felt hands on my belt, opening the buckle then dragging my trousers and underwear to my ankles. Half naked, I looked down at the blond-wigged head bobbing up and down on my penis and felt my fear being replaced with overwhelming excitement. “Good, Ja?” The old man whispered in my ear and I felt his hand on my bottom, stroking the buttocks and probing my hole with his finger. The man sucking me took my hands and pulled them down to his tits. They were saggy with heavy rings through them. I had to bend forward to reach down and two things happened. The skinny guy leaned down, took my head in his hands and began to kiss me. At the same time, something wet and slippery was rubbed into my arsehole and the old man’s finger slid up inside me. “Oh!...oh my!” I groaned. The man’s tongue was in my mouth. It felt so filthy and exciting to be kissing another man. The fleshy guy on the sofa leaned back and produced the bottle. He held it to my nose and I got the full force of the poppers as he made me sniff. My eyes widened and my head swam as the solvent made me feel so horny. He was wanking his thick cock with the heavy ring in it and without thinking, I bent lower and began to lick it. “Ahh..” He said. “ Schon!” It was big and wet with slippery pre-cum leaking around the thick metal ring. “Ficken!” He hissed and gestured to the old man behind me. I didn’t know what he meant, but suddenly I felt the mushroom head of the old man’s cock pushing into my arsehole. I tried to resist and say no, but the heavy cock was in my mouth and the skinny guy stuck the bottle under my nose. The solvent made me melt with lust and I gave way. My hole opened and opened and then his cock burst into me, slid up inside and then his sagging belly was tight against my buttocks. It felt so good, so filling, so exciting and yet I wasn’t so naive as to realise he was in me bare and the risks of it. “C..Condom? Please?...oh..oh my.” I sobbed with fear and yet loving the feel of his cock sliding gently in and out. The fat guy in the stockings took my face off his cock and whispered “Ah..so. Tourist, Ja? No condoms here...poz guys...we breed.” Then he kissed me and fondled my cock below my belly as I was bent over being sodomised for the first time. The hairs stood up on my neck as the full shock of what he had said hit me - the cock sliding bare in and out of me was HIV positive and if I didn’t make them stop and get out of there, I was going to be pozzed. And yet. And yet...it felt so good to be fucked. The skinny guy reached over and spread my cheeks with his bony hands, encouraging the old man to get deeper up me. I could sense their excitement as they realised they had caught a virgin hole in their clutches, I felt fear and excitement and began to struggle a little and attempted to straighten up but I was held in place and the stockinged man stroked my face, kissed me and fed me poppers. The old man was fucking me harder now, his breath harsh on my neck “Oh..oh ja! Ich komme...I’m cumming!” He growled No! I thought. Oh no...he’s going to do it in me! He’s going to spunk! But it was too late. He gave a soft, piggy grunt and I felt his stiff cock throb and throb and knew he was filling me with dirty sperm. “Ja! Ja! Breed him!” Gasped the skinny guy as he held my buttocks apart. I sobbed with lust and surrender as I felt him cum, and when he pulled out a few seconds later a drool of warm sperm slid out of my bottom and over my balls. What had I done! I had let him cum in me...it had felt so good not only to have his cock in me, but the fact he might be making me pregnant had been overwhelmingly scary but exciting. Perhaps it would be alright? Perhaps if I left now I wouldn’t get infected? But it was sooo intense! So sexy! As these thoughts whirled in my brain the fat, stockinged man took my arm and began to pull me to the sofa. I went to sit down but he said “ Nein, nein little one.” and made me kneel with my arms on the back. He gave me the bottle. Hesitantly, I took off the cap and sniffed. My head whirled and I melted with lust. I felt his strong hands pull my cheeks apart and then his mouth was on me and his tongue was probing my dripping arsehole. I was shocked! How filthy! But it felt so good I couldn’t help pushing my bottom into his face and allowing his tongue to probe deeper. Beside us, the old man was pulling up stained boxer shorts over his softening dick. He was talking and laughing with two more men who had appeared, one of whom opened his trousers and dug out a stubby erection. The tongue left me gasping and slumped over the sofa back. The stocking man got up, leaned over my back and whispered “ Gut...very gut. Now we fuck. I give you my sperm, my babies” Before I could react, I felt the cold metal ring push into my hole, followed by a thick head and then the meaty shaft. “Oh...ohh...OOOH!” I gasped as it filled me up so I couldn’t breathe. He began to thrust slowly, sexily in and out and his heavy body pushed me into the sofa. I couldn’t move. I was helplessly impaled on his cock. I knew for sure he was toxic. I knew for sure if he came in me I would be pozzed. There was nothing I could do. And yet my cock was stiff against the leather seat back and my body shook with lust. I felt fingers probing where his cock entered me and the skinny man whispering something behind us. The old man had gone, and the two new men waddled into the booth with trousers and underwear around their ankles. “Jaaa….mmmf….take my cum you pig!” His cock continued its slow, sexy rhythm in me, but now I felt it throb several times and knew he was spurting in me. After a few moments, he gently withdrew, the big ring scratching me as it burst from my anus which gushed sperm. He sat back onto the sofa and began to watch the movie. I could only accept my fate as one of the men got behind me, slid his stubby cock in me and rested his hairy belly on my bottom as he began to thrust...

First a little about myself. I just turned 18 a few months ago. It's been mom and I for as long as I can remember. Mom has been a nurse at least my entire life and even before then. She is now the head nurse (no pun intended) at our local hospice which cares for men with AIDS. I have been around sick men ever since I can remember. I have helped mom and the other nurses out quite a bit. I clean up on occasion and help feed those that cant feed themselves. The disease has never scared me. When I was a lot younger I realized I enjoyed being around these men. My voice and mannerisms were more feminine than masculine. I discussed this with my mom and discovered I was indeed gay. My mom approved of my sexuality so I got lucky there. As my hormones started kicking in I noticed being around these men was giving me a hard on. I would come home and jerk off and then lick myself clean. I enjoyed my own cum and definitely wondered what theirs would taste like. Since I had no dad the birds and the bees were taught to me by mom. We discussed my fantasies I was having for those men and she said for my 18th birthday I could start living out my fantasies in real life. She revealed that some of the men thought I was beautiful which made me blush. I stand at 5 feet 3 inches and weigh about 110. Shoulder length blonde hair that thanks to mom I style it like a girl does. As my teenage years progressed I noticed my fantasies were getting hotter. I imagined being called a dirty faggot while taking these mens loads. Being pissed on had crept in there as well. I knew that I at 18 I was going to get fucked. What I didn't know was that I would be the hospice whore and I couldn't refuse any loads. The night before my 18th birthday mom instructed me on how to clean out my hole. After doing this I had a lite dinner and repeated the same process the morning of my 18th birthday. Mom inspected me and when she was satisfied she handed me a pink silk robe and slippers. I was told that was my clothing for the next four days. My birthday fell on a Thursday. We left home and headed to the hospice. Before going in mom attached a leash and collar on me and led me inside like a bitch. As we neared the entrance mom took off my robe. Once inside I was put on all fours and led into the family room. There were 2 men there already. Mom took off my leash but left the collar on. She told the two men which I recognized to have fun knocking me up. I knew what she meant because of my research on the matter. Before mom even walked out the door Sam had his cock in my mouth. Mom just laughed and went about her business. Sam is definitely a sick man. He has sores on his body and cock. I must admit I still worshipped his cock. The other gentleman Michael stopped Sam for a minute. Michael then slapped me a couple of times across the mouth to get my lip bleeding so I had an open wound while giving Sam a blowjob. Those sores were rubbed all over my busted lip. Some would say that's abuse but I came from Michael doing that. While I worshipped Sam's cock Michael only using spit for lube rammed his cock up my ass. I tried to scream but Sam held me tight against his cock. Sam's cock is only 7 inches and sort of thin. Michael on the other hand has a ten inch cock and fairly thick. It felt like Michael ripped my ass into. I soon realized that he did it on purpose to get me bleeding so I can take his AIDS cum directly in my bloodstream. Sam came fairly quickly but he didn't pull out of my mouth after cumming. I did swallow his cum and he let me nurse his cock while Michael continued the assault on my hole. Michael fucked me for a while and kept saying how good my pussy felt. Okay I thought only women had pussies but I quickly learned that as a bottom my ass is a pussy for gay men. When Michael got ready to cum he sped up his thrusts and was pounding my pussy hard. I started moaning and Sam pulled his cock from my mouth so my moans couibe heard by anyone walking outside the door. Then it happened. Michael started cumming and Breeding my pussy. God it felt like he shot a dozen huge globs of AIDS cum in my pussy. After he finished he kept his cock in my pussy to make sure I got it all and to make sure no cum leaked out. Once he was soft even I was exhausted. Both he and Sam left the room and I thought I was going to get a nap in. I was wrong. Mom came walking in with two more men to use me. She inspected my pussy and laughed. She said oh I bet in a couple of weeks you will be pregnant. But don't worry because once you're knocked up then your ass is going on meds. You are still my son and I want you around for a very long time. In the meantime your little faggot ass needs to get back to work. You still have 18 more men to satisfy today. At this point my pussy is sore but I knew I couldn't tell mom no. So I put my ass in the air and my mouth open to satisfy the next two men. Well time to get back to being a whore.

I ended up working remotely yesterday so got very little sleep after being up till 3 am, so crashed early. No action. Today we went shopping, picked up snacks and some new gear from Mr S. Fucked a load into my partner and now we are headed off to a pup party. Not sure if I'll hook up there or not. Got tickets for sex parties Saturday and Sunday, so those will be active nights, besides probably having some sex in the streets on Sunday.

While we here in the US are consumed with all the Epstein fallout, tragically there are those in Gaza that are consumed - literally - by hunger, and they number in the thousands. Little kids are starving to death. Older folks are starving to death. Everyone is starving. to. death. How the Israeli's can tolerate this insult to humanity is beyond me. Is generations upon generations of hatred the only answer now? Netanyahu deserves to starve, right along with the Gazans. If the President weren't so wrapped up in his desperate attempts to get through his latest mess, maybe he'd have a moment to call Nettie up and set him straight, but that would be asking the ignorant to inform the depraved. The US could have prevented all of this with a swift kick in the balls to the PM of Israel a long time ago. Can we at least - at the very least - help feed the starving millions over there? No, apparently the Odious One is oblivious to anyone other than his own fat overweight self. Not since Vietnam have I been so ashamed of my country.

If I'm taking cock raw in my hole, I kind of expect a guy to cum in me if he wants to...

“I can’t remember the last time I opened one of these” said Brian, as he ripped the foil off the champagne. “Not something we get much demand for here!” I laughed at him, and then watched the cork go flying when he popped it. He plonked the bottle in the ice bucket, and I headed off outside with it and three glasses. “Cheers boys” I said, after pouring it out. “Cheers!” said Bret and Justin, as we clinked our glasses together. Brian did not mind me having a couple of drinks before my shift, and bought my bullshit about us celebrating Bret getting a promotion at the gym. There was no promotion, but I needed some kind of cover story. No, the three of us were there to celebrate the messages we had received that morning. “To Andrew” Bret said. “And Shane” I added. We each took a gulp, then put the glasses down and lit up cigarettes. I chuckled at the metallic crash as both of them put their wrists down on the table at the same time, two kilos of silver and gold hitting the wood at the same time. “How’s your friend?” Justin asked. “Said he felt like shit” I replied, “but that a couple of mates were looking out for him.” “That’s good” Bret said. “I wonder if Andrew’s parents have any idea why he’s so sick?” “I doubt it” I laughed. “Stephen will make sure he’s OK though.” Having both guys start converting on the same day blew my mind a bit, but it also made me really happy. They both really wanted it, and now it had finally happened. I also liked that it had been so different, with Andrew being gangbanged like crazy by the three of us, while with Shane it had just been me over a few weeks and I’d gained a friend out of it. I was so fucking pleased for both of them, but in a way especially for Shane. I didn’t know why really, I just was. We sat and chatted, agreeing that it was time to double down with Gheorghe and help the hunk become who he wanted to be. “Either of you got fucked by him yet?” I asked. They both shook their heads as they took a puff on cigarettes. “You should” I said. “Fucking awesome cock.” Bret smiled, but I had mainly said that to get a reaction from Justin. The poor guy was still being tormented by his hole, for which there didn’t seem to be enough cock on Planet Earth, and as I expected his eyes glazed over in lust. “Mate” laughed Bret. “Go and do a deal with him. For every load you fuck into him, he has to fuck one into you. He’s so desperate for what you’re carrying, he’ll definitely agree.” Justin looked at us both, then picked up his glass and necked the rest of the champagne. He took a big puff of his cig and stubbed it out, then stood up and started walking off towards the other flat. Bret and I started laughing when we saw him break into a run. That night he didn’t come back, with Kieron messaging us to say that Justin had arrived clutching a dirty mattress he’d found by the bins, and he and Gheorghe were going to be sleeping on that in the flat. It sounded kind of disgusting, but I knew there wouldn’t be much sleeping. Bret and I sat and chatted as we drank the rest of the champagne, though I let him have most of it as I still had to work. He asked a bit about Dad, and I did my best to not give anything away while suggesting that he and Kieron go and see the old man together like me and Kane had. Bret knew something was up, but he didn’t push me on it. Instead he changed the subject, fishing out his phone to show me something he had ordered. “Bruv, what the fuck?” I asked. “You like?” he said, smiling. “Of course I fucking like it” I said, “but seriously, more?!” He put his hand on his chest and lifted up his chain, before dropping it. “This is too light man” he said. “I’m a big muscle god, I need the bling to match.” “You’re fucking insane” I said, staring back down at the picture of the 2.5 kilo chain he now had on order. “But it’s going to look hot as fuck.” “Yeah it is” he said. “Can’t wait to have you tugging it as you fuck me.” “I’ll have to fucking hit the gym first!” I laughed. I so desperately wanted to reach over and kiss him, but knew I couldn’t. If we were out in town then I would have done, but around here everyone knew we were brothers and that would just end in fucking disaster. I reckon Bret felt the same way from how we were looking at each other, and that night after my shift we finally let it all out when we nearly broke the bed. The next day I chilled out after my amazing night with Bret, stopping by the flat to check on things and finding myself laughing hysterically at the sound of Justin being fucked senseless in the guest bedroom where the dirty mattress had been put. Jonas and Pavel were busy, and it was all starting to look more like a home again. I chatted to Pavel for a bit, who said he had heard about Andrew and Shane and was looking forward to it happening to him. I also talked to Jonas a little bit, noticing his English was definitely getting better. “Your brother is good for helping him” Pavel said. “I try too, but Kane a better teacher.” I stifled my urge to laugh out loud at the prospect of Kane being a teacher, and just said I was happy they were enjoying working for us. Then I headed off to go to Nisa for some cigarettes, before I needed to go and get ready for whatever Grant had lined up for me that night. But when I got to Nisa I found that Will was alone in there. “Hey” I said, “two packs of Marlboro Gold please mate.” “Sure” he said, a small smile on his face. “No Clive or Aimee?” I asked. “Clive’s upstairs sorting something out with a delivery” he said, “and Aimee’s at an interview.” “Oh right” I said. “She leaving?” “It’s for an evening college” he said. “But if she gets in then I might be here doing more shifts.” “Cool” I said. “Would be nice to see more of you” I added, with a wink. He went bright red, and I knew right then that he was going to be next. Poor Aimee, but I knew a guy who wanted to be fucked when I saw one, and Will was ready to be burst out of the closet he was in. He had a hot body too, so I kind of hoped he might be up for doing a bit of the fucking himself. But I’d have to work on all that, and make sure I didn’t scare him off. Somewhere down the line I would have to think about whether to tell him about prep, as there certainly weren’t going to be any condoms used. I got lazy and took an Uber into town, and was soon up on Grant’s balcony having a cigarette and some whiskies. “So are you gonna tell me what’s happening tonight” I asked, “or do I find out when I get there?” “Oh right, sorry” said Grant. “Well, this one’s a fun one. You’re going to be an escort who goes to a house where a load of straight uni jocks think they’ve booked a woman. They’re all so horny they decide to fuck you anyway. Then one of them is going to quietly admit he deliberately ordered you, and you’re going to fuck him.” “Hot” I said. “The thing is” he said, smiling at me, “these guys are actually straight, including the one you’re going to fuck.” “What?” I asked. “For real?” “Yep” he said. “Well, they can’t actually be straight based on what they’ve been doing, but they still think they are and are just experimenting.” “What have they been doing?” I asked. “Jerking off together to gay porn” he said, grinning. “Including you and your brothers.” “Fuck” I said. “That’s funny.” “Yeah” he said. “The one you’re going to fuck has been getting pegged by his girlfriend.” I laughed out loud, and then thought of something. “Wait, are they poz or on prep?” “No” he said, “or so they’ve told me.” “Do they know I am?” I asked. “They want the risk” he said. “I made doubly fucking sure as I know you’re not into stealthing.” I gulped back a whisky and took a deep inhale of my cig. “That’s a bit fucked up” I said, “but if they know then that’s their own fucking problem.” Grant smiled at me, and then grabbed the bottle to top up my glass. We stayed out there for a bit longer, and then went indoors. He had me strip down to my jock, and then got me dressed in a pair of black leather trousers, boots and a tight white T-shirt. We then went downstairs to his car, and drove off to an area near the university. He left me in the car while he went up to the house to speak to the guys, before he and I did a quick bit of filming of me walking up the street and knocking on their door. I then had to wait in the car again while he went inside and filmed a bit of the guys jerking off while anticipating the prostitute’s arrival, before he decided it was time for me to meet them. They were all pretty fucking hot, sitting in only their shorts with their jock bodies on display. I could tell they were nervous so I decided to talk to them for a few minutes to relax them, and then they asked me a few questions. I confirmed I was poz, and that there was indeed some risk to fucking me without a condom. They all looked both nervous and horny, and Grant decided we should get started. We began by filming the ‘reveal’ of my arrival, and their horniness taking over as they decided to fuck me anyway. They were mostly OK at acting this out, or at least by porn standards, and Grant seemed happy. He then went out to the car to get a few more cameras, set them up around the living room, and once everything was rolling he let us get on with it. There were five of them, and I enjoyed having a go at sucking them all off. Then I sexily stripped down to my jock, and a couple of them fingered me a bit. Then, with me on all fours on an armchair, they took it in turns to fuck and breed me. Three of them were pretty good, the other two were just OK. We cut for a bit, with a couple of them bumming cigarettes off me out in their back garden, and then for the second round I rode all their cocks. I then went into missionary position on a sofa so they could each shoot on my hole and push back in. We had another break, with all five of them bumming cigarettes off me that time, and then we did the final group scene where I was bent over in the middle of the room and spit-roasted until they’d all come in my arse or mouth. One of the guys who hadn’t been the best at topping looked a bit on edge as we had another drink and smoke together in their garden, and I guessed he was probably the one I was going to be fucking. As the others started to go back inside, he asked for another cigarette which I happily gave him. He was extremely cute, looking like he might be mixed-race white and something from the Far East. He had really nicely toned muscles, and I had already noticed his arse was very tight. “Are you the bottom for the next scene?” I asked, and he just nodded. “Are you sure about this?” He looked at me for a moment, and then nodded. “Yeah” he said quietly. “I’m Zac.” “But mate” I said, stepping a little closer. “I’m poz, you’re not on prep, and this is going to be bareback.” “I know” he said. “Look” I continued, “just one poz fuck might be OK, but it also might not be. Are you at least going to get some PEP tomorrow?” He stared at me, and then looked down. “No” he said. “I’m not.” “Do you want to be poz?” I whispered to him. He just nodded in response, so I carried on. “Are you gay too?” “I think so” he said, after a long pause. “Well, OK then” I said. “I just really get off on you and your brothers in those videos” he blurted out. “When you’re getting fucked I want to be you, and when you’re fucking I want to be the bottom.” I smiled at him, and put my hand on his shoulder. “You know” I said, “you could have asked Grant for a session just with you and the four of us.” “I know. But…” he said, before nodding towards the other guys inside. “What do they think about what you’re about to do?” I asked him. “They think it’s a bit sick” he replied, “but I know they also think it’s hot.” I looked through the kitchen windows at the four of them standing around having cold beers. They all had nice arses, and looked even cuter now I’d fucked around with them all. “Don’t worry” I said, leaning over towards Zac. “If we do this right, I’ll be back here with my brothers sometime and they’ll all be bent over.” Zac smiled and chuckled, and I saw his dick harden. We went back inside, and Grant ushered us up the stairs. I saw some of the other guys rubbing their crotches, a couple licking their lips, and it was fucking clear that they were as into this as Zac was. I knew by the time they graduated this would be a house full of pozzed-up gays. It took a while to get Zac’s nerves under control, but an extended rimjob did the trick as he was moaning with desire by the end of it. He clearly used a dildo a lot as he was quite easy to get into and took my cock without any pain, and when I started fucking him he was completely into it. Grant had drilled him on being verbal but not saying anything that might be a problem in the video, with us once again relying on my tattoos to make it clear what was happening. He may have been a disappointing top, but he was a natural bottom. When I had him on all fours he arched his back inviting me to pound him, and when in missionary he held his legs right back and seemed to be begging for it with his facial expressions. He was enthusiastic and energetic when riding me on top, and then he held his buttocks out as wide as possible while on his front as I finally fucked a poz load into his neg hole. I was more than ready to go again and so was he, so we did a second breeding even though Grant had only planned to film one. As he sat on top of me, having rode me to my second orgasm, there was some noise from the landing outside so Grant opened the door to ask whoever it was to be quiet until we were done. All four of them were out there with their cocks out, and the looks on their faces caused another very quick change to the ‘script’. Zac was put on all fours so he could clean off my cock, while his housemates all quickly fucked and bred him. They did not hesitate about plunging their raw unprotected dicks into the two poz loads already clogging up Zac’s hole, and then afterwards one of the guys dived in and felched the loads out. I chuckled to myself about how easy it was actually going to be to get them all bouncing on poz cocks. “Well, that took a turn” said Grant, as we started the drive home. “Yeah” I said. “It was fun.” “Those boys are…” Grant began. “…going to all be pozzed up by graduation” I finished, causing Grant to laugh. “Seriously though, line them up for a second shoot with all of us Ballards and Justin, and I guarantee you that they’ll all be bottoming.” “I don’t think you’re wrong” he said. “And yes, I am definitely going to be doing that!” We chatted about the flat, my dad, and then got on to Justin’s issues. “Yeah, he messaged me about that” Grant said. “You have to help him out man” I said, laughing. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on with him, but he’s hard up.” “He still needing to wear a mask?” Grant asked. “I think he’d be willing to broadcast his face on fucking BBC if it meant he was filled with cock” I said. “But yeah, should probably keep him hidden.” “Leave it with me” Grant said. Gheorghe got a break the following night, as Grant came through quickly and big-time for Justin. Me and Bret even went to watch for a bit, which was fun. It was at the same warehouse as I had first seen K&K in, and Justin was in a set of stocks with a hood over his head. Even though he had to work the next day, he stood in those stocks for eight straight hours, getting fucked and bred by an endless number of guys who stopped by. His chain and bracelet rattled against the wood as he was thrust back and forth, his moans never stopped except for when he was sipping water or someone had put a lit cigarette in his mouth, but by the end of it he was finally satiated. That video became a huge success, and led to Grant having an idea for something all five of us could do, but that’s a story for another day.

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…

Kane and Kieron were still sleeping it off when I went out for my shift at the Nisa, but I knew they’d seen my message as both of them were showing as Read in the chat. My stomach was a mess and I couldn’t eat any breakfast at first, but I grabbed a Belvita at work and ate it while I smoked a couple of cigs out back. Then I got to stacking shelves, before taking over the till. Just when Clive finished his lunch, Kane came in and I saw through the door that Kieron was outside. Kane just looked at me without saying anything. “Clive mate” I said, not losing eye contact with my brother, “I’m going lunch.” I went out back to grab my jacket, then on out the side door and up the alley to the road. K&K were standing there and both of them just stared at me, looking more shit-scared than I’d ever seen them. They started walking towards me, so I took out my cigs and started to light one. “Give us one of those” Kane said. I shook the packet out at him, and both of them reached out for one. I handed Kane the lighter, they both lit up, and then I put it all back in my jacket. “Dragon” I said, and started walking towards the pub. They followed me, and I pointed at one of the tables outside where there was no-one else around. I went inside and got us three beers, and asked Sheila to do me a BLT. Then I went back outside and sat down. “What do you know?!” Kane asked, in a hushed voice. I looked between them, and then took a gulp of beer. “I followed you to that warehouse by the canal last night” I said. “Dad wanted to know if you were dealing. I climbed up a drainpipe and saw you.” “Fuck” Kieron whispered, looking white. “What the fuck did you tell Dad?!” Kane said, gripping my wrist. “I fucking told him I lost you, alright!” I said, shaking my hand free. We sat in silence for a bit, with both of them staring at the table. I lit up another cigarette, then tossed the box towards Kane. After a minute he took one and lit up, with Kieron following suit. “I want in” I said. “How would you fucking know what you want?” Kane said. “How…” He stopped when the pub door opened and Sheila came out, plonking my BLT down with a smile. She turned around and went back in, and we were in silence again. “I got fucking turned on, OK” I said. “Plus the money looks good.” “Are you fucking serious?” Kieron asked. “Yeah” I said, staring at him and feeling bold. “I am fucking serious.” We didn’t say anything for a while, so I got on with eating my sandwich. When I was done, I lit up again and then sat back in my chair. “How did you get into that shit anyway?” I asked. They didn’t answer for a while, but eventually Kane started talking. They had started making a few quid on a video chat call thing, stripping or jerking off for guys, but then when Dad had threatened to kick them out they had gone back to some guy who kept putting in the comments that they could make more money. They had met him at a place in town, and he’d made them an offer. They said yes, so he fucked them both to test them out. Then he’d taken them to a party and a few other guys had fucked them, and they’d earned a wad off that. Then he said they could earn regular money if they wanted, and they’d started going to places all over the city or even in other towns, where older men threw away cash to get to fuck a pair of hot muscular twins. “Do you like it?” I asked. “I, er…” Kane started. “Yes” said Kieron, causing Kane’s head to whip round. “What, bro? Don’t give me that look. I’m with you every time, and I know you fucking love it like I do.” Kane went bright red, while Kieron actually smiled. “Are you gay?” I asked Kieron. “Fuck yeah” he said, looking relaxed all of a sudden. “Kane?” I asked. He said nothing, just staring open-mouthed at his twin, but then he looked down at the table and slowly nodded. “K would rather be doing the fucking” Kieron said, leaning forward and patting Kane on the back. “Or so he says.” I sat and looked at them both, seeing that Kane looked rattled while Kieron was back to being his cocky self. “What about you?” Kane muttered, still looking down. “Me?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. I took a big gulp of beer, and then a deep breath. “No fucking idea” I said. “But after I saw you two I wanted to know how it feels. Then I busted out a big load on Bret’s bed.” “Dirty fucker” Kieron laughed, with even Kane cracking a smile. I had to get back to work, but they agreed to meet me later. The afternoon fucking dragged on, but when I did eventually get out of Nisa they were waiting for me outside, and we went and stood in the part of the pub car park that was hidden from everything else. After grilling me a bit more about whether I was serious, they said they’d talk to the guy that evening about me joining in. Kieron then sent me a link to a website, but told me to wait until tonight to look at it. We then went home for another shitty ready meal dinner, before I had to go back out to the Dragon. Somehow I avoided my phone all evening, and only went to click on the link once I was home in bed. It was a porn fan site, with only short previews available unless you signed up. But the previews were enough to see my twin brothers getting gangfucked by men in loads of different venues. The warehouse I had seen was in a few, but there were posh apartments, a sex club, a gym, a sauna, some woods and even a fucking bus. I couldn’t join without a card, but I didn’t need to. It was hot as fuck to see what they’d been doing, and I knew even more I wanted in. Man, I must be fucking gay. I busted out a load again, then went to sleep. The next day Kieron came by Nisa at my break and we went back to the pub again. “Kane took two cocks in his arse at once last night” he said. “Can’t fucking walk today.” “Two at once?!” I yelped. “Feels fucking awesome once you get used to it” Kieron said, smiling. “Fuck” I said, causing him to laugh. “You sure you up for this?” he asked. “Yeah” I said. “But maybe I need some practice first.” “Watch this” he said, taking out his phone and tapping away a bit, before my own phone buzzed. “Do what it says and you’ll be ready. I’ll put one of my dildos under your bed.” “One of your dildos?” I asked. “How many you got?” “A few” he replied, smirking. “Good to get there ready to go.” He told me that their guy was up for the younger brother joining in but wanted to test me out first, so they were going to take me to see him on Monday when I had my night off at the Dragon. “He’s gonna fuck you” Kieron said. “You’ll have to suck him off too.” “Cool” I said, my stomach lurching. “Hit the gym” he said. “He likes us muscled.” For the next few days I did hit the gym a lot. We can’t afford an actual membership anywhere, but the Council put one of those outdoor gyms in at the park and no fucker has vandalised it yet, so I just went there to work out. At nights I watched the video Kieron had sent me, practicing with the dildo until I could get it to go in no problem. Felt fucking great, but I knew a real cock would feel better. Also practiced sucking it and managed to swallow it after a while, though I nearly chucked up over the bedroom a couple of times gagging on the fucking thing. Hope I didn’t wake Dad. On the Monday I said I was meeting friends, but Dad barely listened so I just went out. I was nervous as fuck, so lit up a cigarette while I waited for K&K. When they came out to go to ‘work’ we walked down to the bus stop, but the fucking thing never showed up so we ran down past the canal to the station to get a train instead. Their guy lived in a posh block in the city centre, and we got a really shitty look from the concierge after we were buzzed in. K&K ignored him though, so I tried to do the same as we waited for the lift. “Gentleman” the guy said, opening his door wearing just a dressing gown. “Hi” said Kieron, as we went in. “Hi” I said. “And you are?” the man asked. “Luke” I replied. “I’m 19.” “Very nice” he said, “I can see the family resemblance.” I blushed, while he showed us through to a large living room with amazing views out the windows. “Gentlemen” the man said, “I have an early meeting, so we will need to get down to business I’m afraid.” “OK” said Kane, before turning to me. “Luke?” “What?” I asked, before realising. “Oh!” I quickly took off my clothes, so that I was standing completely naked. The man leered at me, and I nervously began to turn around so he could see all of me. “Very nice” he said. “You’ll tone up well like your brothers.” “Thank you sir” I said. He then undid the belt of his dressing gown, and a big erect cock flopped out. I stared at it, then glanced at Kieron. He gave a slight head nod towards the cock, and I realised what I had to do. I walked over to the man and got down on my knees, and then after a deep breath I opened my mouth and sucked him in. It was so much better than the dildo, and with even just the tip in my mouth I wanted more. I bobbed my head on him for a while, and then began to try to swallow the whole thing. I nearly gagged a couple of times but mostly covered it, before I relaxed and managed to start getting him down my throat. He moaned as I did that, and I kept going knowing I was doing well. Then he took my head in his hands and pulled me off. “Very good, boy” he said. “Almost as good as Kane.” I heard Kane cough in embarrassment. “Thank you sir” I said, looking up at him from where I was kneeling. “Now” he said, motioning for me to stand up. “Let’s see how you stack up against your cumslut brother Kieron.” He walked me over to one of the sofas, and I got down on my knees leaning over the back. He squatted down behind me and planted his face in between my cheeks, giving me my first ever rim job. I moaned like crazy, especially when he began to finger me. “Nicely loosened already” he said. “You ready to have your cherry popped?” “Yes please” I groaned. He was bigger than the dildo in every way, and I gritted my teeth and tried not to scream as he pushed into me. But I survived the entry, and began to relax as he stayed buried inside me. He got a bottle of poppers out of his dressing gown pocket and handed them to me, with Kieron indicating to me I should inhale from it. When I did my head went fuzzy, and I moaned out loud. The man started to pull out, then pushed back in and I saw stars. He did this again slowly a few times, and then he began to fuck me properly. I moaned and groaned, panted and pleaded, and he just kept fucking. The dildo was good, but this felt so much fucking better. The warmth inside me, the way it stretched me, and knowing this was another guy inside me, all made it feel just so much fucking better. I never wanted it to fucking stop. But eventually it had to stop, when he slammed into me and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. “Take my fucking seed, boy” he growled at me. “Oh fuck yeah please sir” I panted. Then he withdrew, and I slumped down more on the sofa as I felt his cum start to drip out of me. “Clean him up” the man said, and Kane rushed over with a tissue and wiped my arse. He then pulled me off the sofa and had me stand up facing the man. “Boy” he said, “your father sure knows how to make them.” “Thank you” I panted. “We’ll debut you properly in a week” he said. “I want you ready, all of you.” “Yes Grant” said Kieron, “we’ll be ready.” “Especially him” Grant said. “Everyone will want a piece of him.” “We’ll make sure he’s ready” said Kane. “You do that” Grant said, doing up his dressing gown. “Now, you can let yourselves out.” “Yes sir” Kieron said. “Oh, and Kane?” Grant said. “Yes?” “You better be using that dildo I gave you” he said, with a slightly evil smirk. “I don’t want any more of those embarrassing hysterics next time we double-fuck you.” “Sorry sir” said Kane, turning bright red. “It won’t happen again.” With that, I got myself dressed quickly, and then we hurried out of the apartment. Once out on the street we all lit up cigarettes. “So?” asked Kieron. “Fucking awesome” I said. “I want more.” “Slut” laughed Kane. “Don’t worry, you’ll be getting more than you can fucking handle in a week.” “Bring it on” I replied. We managed to get a bus back to the estate, and stopped by the Dragon for a quick drink. Brian said Dad had been in but had gone home, so we knew he was probably in a drunken sleep already. We headed home after a pint, and with Dad sure enough passed out and snoring like a gorilla in his room, I joined K&K in theirs so they could show me some of the full-length videos. In a few of them the men fucking them all had funny tattoos of snakes, spiders, scorpions and other things, but Kieron said this was just what they were into, with groups of guys often having similar ink. He showed me another one where a biker gang used them, and they all had matching chest tattoos of that danger symbol you see on stuff sometimes. I kind of liked it, and was looking forward to seeing who might be using me in a week. The next day things went back to normal, except for Kieron slipping a larger dildo in below my bed to help me get used to taking more. They carried on going off at night, with Dad muttering about what they were up to, and I just did my shop and pub shifts as normal. But all week I just got so fucking excited, no longer giving a fuck if I was gay or not, working my arse over with both dildos and blowing multiple loads every evening. Monday was coming, I wanted to be ready, and I couldn’t fucking wait…

Both men fucked me, and then I realised I was alone apart from the skinny guy who grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser and gently wiped my bottom which was dripping cum onto the couch. I looked back and he smiled at me. He was thin and gaunt and didn’t look well. The shaking hand which screwed up the towel was covered in veins as were his thighs and pot belly, below which his cock stood up surprisingly stiff and heavy with a cock ring round it. He had been so patient, so gentle with me and his face was a picture of silent pleading. How could I refuse him? After all, I had been fucked by four men and was carrying their sperm, why not give him what he wanted? I smiled back, wriggled my arse at him and nodded. His looked so surprised and grateful it made me feel happy as he eagerly slid his heavy cock up me. He began to thrust whilst at the same time saying “Danke! Danke!” in gratitude. He didn’t last long. I felt him push hard into me, jerking and grunting as he spurted whilst stroking my thighs and buttocks. Eventually, he pulled out, wiped us both with the towels and then scuttled off into the darkness. I found my clothes, dressed and made my way shakily back to the youth hostel The clerk gave me a look of concern at my dishevelled appearance but I took the key and went upstairs without comment. I hit the shower for a long time. When I came out and dried off I looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was pink and my body clean and fresh smelling, but I turned and looked at my arse and knew that I might be clean outside but inside my rectum dirty sperm was swimming, swimming looking for the tear which led to my bloodstream and pregnancy. My cock rose in excitement and I couldn’t help wanking until I collapsed on the bed in orgasm.

@DNG999 Glad you are enjoying it so far. Thanks for the comment! @nymidtowneast I aim to please here and I'm really glad you enjoy my stories! Writing is fun... and reading is what guys? Fundamental. 😛 @pozpopperpig Yeah, he is really gonna be taught a good hard long lesson... @KinkyTallBottom I think secretly we all would. I like getting descriptive on these stories, building the scene. I'm glad you appreciate the work. @cman54 Right? Where's all our perverted dirty bears looking to teach us a lesson??? @MattQueen1 Who knows? I don't have that necessarily in the plans right now... but if this story doesn't bite me with a writers block... who knows what a sequel might hold... @nolatallguy Hopefully this next chapter does a little more than just getting you hard and leaking? @PozBearWI As always, thanks for your kind words and comments. I'm glad you're enjoying it. @Leeds33 Hopefully I can keep up with your expectations 🙂 @Corknegboi Well, now the wait is over! @plisken Well, all it takes is two eggs, some butter, a cup full of sugar.... wait a second.... wrong recipe. My bad. @Medwaym Glad you're enjoying it! Hope the next chapter is even hotter for you! @HornyForPozSeed Don't tell anyone, but I got the idea from a really hot porn I saw... figured it was something you never see here and had to add it... @hikerbiker26 Thanks! I'm glad your enjoying it! @GrayWolfBln Thanks for the comment! Glad you like it! @barefuck09 Sorry for the wait, but now you can! @HappyPozBoy Yeah, it's kind of my specialty I guess. Glad you enjoy it! So, once again it's time for another update. I really appreciate all the feedback and comments everyone has posted. I'm going to try and stick to a weekly update if I can, work permitting. This chapter was an interesting one to write, and took some brainstorming with a few people (you know who you are) to get right. I hope everyone enjoys it. And don't hesitate to comment and post suggestions. I actively try to read all the comments, and if the idea is hot, I try to include it in the story, so don't hesitate to make a suggestion. Anyways, enjoy! ------- Lesson Three: Expanding Your Horizons It’s only been four hours now, I thought to myself, looking over yet again at the clock on my bedside table. Sleep was still eluding me even after everything I had done. I laid in my bed tossing and turning, my mind going over and over again on the events that had transpired. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever seen myself doing this. And yet, the evidence of it was clear with the ache in my ass and cock. Unable to stand it anymore, I slowly let my hand drift down to my semi hard cock and played the events through my mind yet again. ——— I watched as Mike pulled his cigar out of his mouth, grinning at me as his cock head pressed against my hole. Slowly, he let a long line of drool drip out of his mouth, letting it pool on top of his cock head. “Fuck your hole looks so fucking hot with my dick pressed against it,” Mike growled appreciatively, slowly pushing his meat against and around my hole, slowly smearing his cigar smoke laden spit around it, “I can’t wait until I finally get to breach that tight boy ass and breed you nice and deep.” I let out a shuddering breath as I felt tip occasionally catch on my opening, threatening to breach me. I couldn’t tell if it was anticipation, or excitement, or fear, or a mixture of the three as I felt the tip threaten to sink deep in me. “We are going to make you our bitch,” Greg said, coming back up next to me, slowly stroking his hard cock, precum glistening on the tip, “You want us to blast your insides with our potent baby gravy, don’t you?” “Yes sir,” I said shakily, licking my lips, and tasting the remains of the cigar and my cum on them, “I want you to flood my insides please.” “Such a fucking polite pig,” Mike said, grinning down at me, “You’re gonna beg for our dirty load from here on out, aren’t you? Let our loads soak into you and get you nice and pregnant?” “Can’t fucking wait to knock our bitch boy up good,” Greg said, grabbing his cock and smacking it firmly against my left side of my face. Something about the way they were saying these things made me take a pause, feeling like I was missing something crucial. The thought was suddenly lost on me, however, as I suddenly felt Mike start to press his cock harder and harder against my hole. “Once I break this hole open, boy, there is no going back,” Mike said firmly, his attention now on shoving his large dick into my ass, “You fucking ready?” I nodded, bracing myself as I felt even more pressure build as Mike pushed his dick harder and harder. Suddenly, I felt my hole give way. I let out a loud pained moan as I felt Mike’s cock slowly slide deep into my guts. “Fuuuuuuck yeah,” Mike groaned appreciatively, nodding and smiling around his cigar as his cock continued to bury itself in my no longer virgin hole, “Nice tight boyhole, Greg.” “Yeah, babe,” Greg replied, reaching down and giving my semi-hard dick a few rough tugs, “The dumb slut here seems to be enjoying you stretching his ass out.” I couldn’t deny that even with the pain of my formerly tight ass being stretched out, I was turned on. I muttered out a few curses as I felt each inch worming inside me. Both of them smiled at each other before pulling their cigars out of their mouths, leaning over me and locking lips as they started making out. I watched as they laughed while swapping smoke, when finally I felt Mike’s hairy groin pressed hard against my ass with one firm slam. Breaking apart, I watched as Mike leaned back, pressing his full weight against my ass, as Greg leaned over me and looked down at the scene of Mike firmly seating himself inside me. Standing back up, Greg turned to me and smiled. “Fuck, boy,” he said, taking a puff on the cigar before blowing out a cloud of smoke in my face, “How’s that bare cock feel deep in your pussy?” “God… It’s so deep,” I groaned, as Mike slowly pulled slightly out before he slammed back in again. “So fucking warm and tight,” Mike said, slowly moving his cock in and out as my ass slowly became accustomed to the large slab of meat working in and out, “Feels like its trying to suck a load out of me.” On each deep stroke inward, I felt a wave of pleasure bloom in my stomach, somewhat aware that he was slowly brushing against my prostate. “Holy…. Shit….” I gasped, letting my head fall back as he continued his slow assault, “That… feels amazing.” “Yeah, that’s my good cumslut,” Mike laughed, enjoying the show I was apparently putting on as he worked himself in and out of my hole, “Last fucking chance boy before I show how a real man fucks. You want me to pull out? Or do you want Daddy to fucking breed you and flood you with his DNA?” Bottoming out in my hole, I felt him flex his cock. I groaned at the sensation. “Hmmm, what’s it going to be?” he asked, pulling almost all the way out before slamming hard in my ass. “Oh god… breed me sir. Fill me up with your thick load,” I moaned, my mind lost in a sex-fueled haze, “I want you to fill me up until it’s dripping out of my ruined hole.” “Feed the slut some poppers,” Mike growled, as he slowly pulled his dick out until the head of his cock sat at the entrance of my hole, “He’s gonna need it.” Greg grinned, nodding as he pulled out his bottle of poppers, opening them before handing them to me. “Go ahead and hold on to those, pig,” Greg said before he reached down and started pulling the suction cups off my tits, “Huff them as much as you want. Get yourself fucking stupid on them. You’re going to need them tonight.” I nodded, taking several hard sniffs in each nostril, feeling myself relax as the chemicals went to work. Satisfied, Mike slammed into my ass as hard as he could, causing the chains of the sling to rattle. I let out a loud groan, enjoying the sensation as he pulled back, preparing for what would likely be hard onslaught on my hole. I gasped as Greg suddenly pulled each suction cup off instantly, my now free nipples throbbing in the cool air of the room. Instantly, Greg began to pinch and pull on them, both now swollen. I let out a pained gasp, as Greg began to work them, surprised at the pleasurable pain. Suddenly, I felt Mike start to slam my hole. My eyes rolled back in my head, as the poppers took hold and Mike began to slam my ass hard and fast with reckless abandonment. The sounds of skin smacking against skin filled the basement, as Mike slammed into my hole, over and over, quickly turning my ass into a quivering blob go flesh. I continued to huff on the poppers, letting my mind melt with the sensation of my ass getting fucked hard, as both of my nipples were worked on by Greg. Occasionally, Mike would grab my dick and balls, using them as leverage to pull me down harder onto his rock hard cock. Eventually, I felt his rhythm start to stutter occasionally, the occasional growl coming from him as my now loose and sloppy as clung to his dick on each outward stroke. “Fucking destroying this hole boy,” he said, slowing down for a minute as he caught his breath, “You fucking like my dirty bear cock in your pig hole? Like feeling me leak my tainted smoker cum in there and working it nice and deep in you? Tell Dad how much you love it.” “Fuck… I want your cock in me,” I groaned, my mind floating in a poppers induced haze, “I want to feel you rearrange my guts before you flood me with your sperm.” “That’s my good boy,” he growled around the cigar, before pulling it out and spitting in my face, “Nothing but a dumb jock aren’t you, a fucking receptacle for real men to dump their load into, aren’t you” “Yes sir,” I moaned, feeling his spit slowly drip off my face, “Thank you sir.” “You gonna let us fucking nut in that hole, aren’t you boy,” he growled, an evil grin spreading across his face, “Gonna let my husband shoot his dirty load in you too? Let us shove a nice fat plug up that virgin boy cunt and let our loads soak in there?” I could only nod, my mind lost in the haze of poppers as it slowly registered what he said, not properly processing the words. “Fuck yeah,” he said, picking up pace suddenly, slamming hard and fast in my ass in less and less smooth motions, “You fucking want it? Fucking want my dirty jizz? Let us turn you into the perfect smoking dumb jock cumdump you know you need to be?” “Oh…. Fuck, please…” I moaned, enjoying the ride as I felt his cock swelling larger in my ass, “Please give me your cum.” “Fucking take my dirty poz smoker load,” he yelled suddenly, as I felt my ass suddenly get slicker as his dick began to shoot deep in my ass, as he pulled my ass tightly against his groin, “Take all this bug and nicotine filled jizz, you stupid fucking jock slut.” Suddenly it clicked in my head, just making it through my mind as his words as I felt his cock pulsing deeply, driving me over the edge as I shot my second load for the night all over my chest and stomach. “Fuck yeah man, shoot out that neg load and make room for our bugs in those balls,” Greg said, rubbing his hand in my cum before moving his fingers to my mouth. Still coming down from the haze of the poppers and my release, I accepted them and sucked my load off his meaty fingers, watching as he then fed himself and Mike the rest, as Mike slowly twitched inside my ass. After a few silent moments, Mike finally pulled out with a slight wince. “Fucking feels like I shot a gallon of cum in there,” he said out loud, laughing shakily. I sat there for a second as the gravity of the situation finally set in. “Hey…. Um….” I said quietly, my voice sounding small even to me, “You guy are… poz?” Greg and Mike looked at each other again, confused. “Yeah, buddy,” Mike said, perplexed, “I thought that was kinda obvious with the tattoos and the dirty talk.” Mike gestured at the large matching biohazard signs on their abs, driving the point further home. “You’re joking, right? This is like earlier with the cross, right,” I asked, laughing uncomfortably for a moment. Their silence told me that it was not a joke. I sat there for several seconds in silence, before Greg spoke. “I mean, it’s no big deal,” he said, “Aren’t all you college guys on PrEP nowadays?” I sat in silence again as they looked at each other again, looking up them for a second before looking away, tight-lipped. “Oooh shit…” Mike said, realizing that I was not in fact on it, “Look man, we didn’t know. Fuck… Um… You can always go get on some meds.” I still sat in silence as my mind worked through the problem, as both of them stood watching me. I wasn’t sure what I felt at first. Here I was, having what had to be the most mind blowing sex I’d ever had with these guys. I’d not even once thought about their status. They asked mine. I never asked for a condom. They told me several times they didn’t use them. I could have been been smart and gotten on PrEP. This was literally my fault too. One could even argue mainly my fault. I thought back to all the things they said, piecing the words together and drawing the context of them into my thought process. “Um, I’m guessing you guys aren’t undetectable, right?” I said slowly, my mind still processing everything. “No, uh… sorry, man… the guys we get with usually are on PrEP, or positive themselves. We’re pretty healthy still, and don’t really like the side effects,” Mike said, as Greg nodded in agreement, “We just assumed you were on meds too. Look… we really are sorry man. We can pay for you to go to the clinic to get PEP if you…” “It’s ok,” I said suddenly, interrupting them. I don’t really know why. For some weird, fucked up reason a large part of me was surprisingly ok with the situation. I knew that with modern medicine, it wasn’t a death sentence anymore. After feeling what it was like bareback, I knew it would only be a matter of time before I tried this again. And something about the danger of now knowing I was playing with proverbial fire flipped some sort of switch in me. I somehow was turned on. “I mean, we totally can, man. We didn’t mean to…” Greg said, visibly unsure with what to say. Why the fuck was I turned on? I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I loved the verbal abuse, feeling them verbally and physically degrade my hot jock body as gave I to the dark and perverted nature of it just seemed to turn me on at some primal level. Something about the risk of it all was hitting all the buttons for me. All the people I had slept with had always been a one time thing, every time them saying I was kind of boring in bed. Too vanilla. Too average. Too unwillingly to be adventurous. I had even told myself that I needed to get out of my box. And, well, this was DEFINITELY going outside the box. So, why not? Why not explore this side of me? “I’m seriously ok with it,” I said, surprised at how calm I sounded, “It was hot sex, and I should have asked.” Both of them continued to stare at me in silence. “Look, I really enjoyed it…. Like holy fucking shit is it good… and well…” I said, shrugging as I looked up at them in the sling, “I’m not going to lie. There is something kinda hot about it. Not knowing if the next fuck I get from you guys is the one. I have a few days to get on medicine if I change my mind, right?” Greg nodded silently. “And, you guys happy, right? Healthy, successful, all of that, other than being positive,” I asked to nobody in particular. “Yeah, we are…” Mike said, trailing off silently. “Well, I want to keep going guys,” I said, looking down and seeing that my cock was once again hard having made my decision for me, “You can still breed my hole if you want. I’m game if you are…” "Uh… Babe… he’s rock hard again…” Mike said, nudging Greg and gesturing at my now hard cock standing at full mast. “Huh that’s… surprising. I mean, if your sure?” Greg said, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. “I’ve got time to make up my mind, don’t I,” I said, licking my lips as I looked at Greg’s still hard cock, before looking at both of them with a mischievous grin, “And we do have a bit of a business arrangement here, don’t we? I aim for 100% satisfaction with my customers.” “Holy shit,” Mike laughed, reaching down and pinching one of my nipples, “Babe, we seriously hit the fucking jackpot with this perverted pig.” Letting out a surprised laugh, Greg walked up to my ass, sticking a finger in it and feeling the load inside it. “Last chance man,” he said, smiling as he put his cigar in his mouth in the corner of his jaw, “No going back after I get in there.” “Fucking breed my neg jock ass with your poz smoker load,” I said, grinning as I began to play with my cock. Saying it out loud made me feel dirty in the best way. With one solid push, Greg was suddenly balls deep inside me. “Oh fuck yeah, you weren’t lying Mike,” Greg moaned, his head tipping back with his eyes closed in sheer bliss, “This is some fucking prime jock pussy.” I groaned, feeling as Greg immediately began to fuck my ass hard, feeling as Greg’s bigger balls slapped hard against my ass with each hard slam, his longer and thinner cock gliding easily in my cum filled guts. Turning my head, I grabbed Mike’s cock in my hand before shoving it in my mouth. “Oh shit…” Mike groaned around his cigar, puffing out a huge cloud of thick smoke as he took his hand and held the back of my head, “Yeah, boy. Taste your hole on my dick….” I sat there, hungrily sucking on Mike’s dick, tasting my ass juices and his cum on it, as Greg plowed my ass as hard as he could. The room was now filled with a moderate haze of cigar smoke as each man fucked one of my holes. Eventually, Mike pulled me off his dick and pulling his cigar out of his mouth, spit yet again in my face. “Fucking like that, don’t you,” Mike asked, slowly stroking his cock in front of my face. I nodded in silence, catching my breath after the hard throat fucking he gave me. Immediately, felt a hard sharp smack on my ass from Greg. “He fucking asked you a question, pig,” Greg growled, as he went back to fucking my ass as hard as he could. “Yes sir,” I groaned, feeling my ass stinging against after the earlier beating, “Thank you sir.” Grabbing my mouth, Mike forced it open as he pulled my head back by my hair. “Open up bitch,” he said, leaning in and bringing his face a bit closer to mine, “Open that sexy fucking mouth.” I held my mouth open as Mike spit in my mouth, before forcing my mouth shut. “Fucking take that spit,” he growled, lightly smacking the side of my face, his other hand still tightly grabbing me by the hair, “You fucking take every bit of Daddy’s fluids.” “Thank you Daddy,” I moaned, before quickly swallowing his gifted spit. “Fuck yeah, might have to get him to take some other fluids next time,” Greg moaned, his movements also now getting a tiny bit less fluid, “You want us to make you into the perfect little sex slave?” “Fuck yes, sir,” I moaned, not really getting what he meant, but loving every second of his verbal assault. “Yeah, gonna get you addicted to smoking, and let us shape you into the perfect sex pig,” he continued, his movements getting even jerkier, “You want us to help turn you into our perfect fucking boy?” “Oh shit, fuck… yes,” I groaned as Mike started pinching one of my nipples while roughly jacking me off. “Yeah, bring several friends over to sample this perfect hole,” he growled, taking hard, long strokes as he talked, “Maybe give you some piercings and a few tatts, have you grow that hair and beard out. You’d look so fucking hot smoking with a beard while we pull a train on you…” I sat there for a second, imaging exactly that, liking the idea of it. I imagined myself with facial hair on my normally smooth face, hair longer and slicked back under a baseball cap, a cigar in my mouth as a line of faceless men lined up waiting to fuck me. The idea made my hole tighten up. “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking nut,” he groaned, picking up his pace suddenly, “Tell me where you want this poz load, bitch.” “Oh fuck, please breed me, give me your poz load in my ass. Please fill me up and give it to me,” I moaned, feeling as my own load threatened to shoot out. Suddenly, I felt Mike tightly grip the base of my cock and balls, squeezing them tightly and stopping my impending climax in its tracks. “No more coming until we tell you, boy,” Mike sneered, evilly chuckling as I let out a confused whimper. “Here it comes, slut,” Greg yelled, as his cock finally began to squirt inside me, spewing its own venom to the load already inside me, “Take. My. Fucking. Bug. Cum.” Mike suddenly pulled his cigar out of his mouth and put it in mine, before leaning over me and taking Greg’s cigar out of his mouth, taking a long pull on it before locking lips with him. Greg’s dick jerked occasionally for several minutes inside my ass as the two made out, only breaking apart for Mike to take a quick pull on the cigar before locking lips again. I absent mindedly puffed on Mike’s cigar in my mouth as I watched, turned on at the sight in front of me. Finally, Mike broke away, walking over to his clothes before pulling out his cellphone from his pants. “Stay in him for a second, babe,” Mike said, before walking over to the wall and grabbing a large, shiny black butt plug. Walking back over, he turned on the camera on his phone, and waited as Greg pulled his dick out. Suddenly, Mike snapped a picture of me, the light of the flash blinding me momentarily. “Fuck yeah, thats a hot look,” he said as I felt their cum slowly start to drip out of my hole. Walking up the rest of the way up, he shoved the plug into my ass, causing me to wince slightly as it popped into place. He took one more picture before finally taking the cigar out of my mouth, and both of them helped me out of the sling. It took a few minutes as I slowly got my bearings, grabbing onto one of the chains to steady myself. “So, what did you think?” Mike asked, bending down and grabbing my clothes and handing them to me. “Huh?” I said, in a slight daze. “He want’s to know if you enjoyed everything,” Greg added, also reaching down and grabbing his pants. “Oh, yeah,” I said smiling, “Everything was fucking hot.” “Do like the idea of what Greg said there? You want to go all in? Let us teach you a few things this summer?” Mike asked, puling on his pants and shirt. I stood there for a second before nodding. “Yeah, if its as hot as what just happened, I’m all in,” I said, taking a step awkwardly, as I felt the plug in my ass shift slightly. “What do you say to at least once a week coming over to play?” Greg asked, grabbing the poppers and moving them to the fridge. “We can try something new with you each week. We’ll pay to get you a piercing and a tattoo or two. If you want, we can also have you come over to Mike’s birthday in August. Make you the center of a gang bang? We’d still pay you, but like we said, in exchange, you can’t say no.” The idea of it immediately made me hard, that with the feeling of butt plug pressing occasionally against my prostate as I took a few steps. “I mean, yeah. I really do want to try it. And I do have to admit, the money is great,” I said, slightly uncomfortable as I walked over to them. “Good, since we’re being such a good client, we want you to make us your exclusive employer,” Mike said. I felt bad for a second, knowing that it would suck since I liked some of my older clients. However, I knew of a few former classmate who would jump at the opportunity for some good cash. I nodded as he continued. “Also, we need some sort of commitment from you,” he said, before grinning at me, “Its’ looking like it’s time for your first test on becoming a cumdump.” I looked at him quizzically, curious what he meant after everything we had just done. “Oh, I like where your mind is going babe,” Greg said, smiling at me as he crossed his arms over his chest. Confused, I looked at both of them expectantly. ——— Feeling my load coating my chest and stomach, I slowly scooped it up with a finger, sucking it clean on each swipe. The feeling of the plug in my ass still hadn’t abated, rubbing over my well abused prostate. “You are gonna prove how committed you are to this and to us,” Mike had said, as the both of them grinned at each other. “You’re going to leave that plug up your ass all night and keep those loads deep inside you,” Greg added, “You’ll come over tomorrow morning at 8am sharp. If that plug isn’t in your ass, or if the remains of our loads aren’t still in there, we’ll end everything. We will still pay you for tonight’s fun, but thats it. We worked hard to give you those loads, and we don’t want them going to waste.” I had agreed to it in a heartbeat, but now, after several hours of not being able to sleep, I was beginning to regret my sudden acceptance of the rules. The sensation of the loads in my ass swirling around the plug as it rubbed my prostate constantly was driving me insane. I let out a huff, annoyed as I felt myself start to get hard again, now starting to get truly painful as I could only come some many times before it became literally achingly uncomfortable. Rolling partially onto my stomach, I struggled to find a comfortable spot and hoped I would get some sleep soon.

@nymidtowneast Thanks for the first comment. I really appreciate it. Hopefully this next chapter will give you a taste of what's to come. @pozpopperpig well, if you know my stories... its going to be fun... @Cumboi Hopefully, this next chapter will be enough to hold you over until I can finish the next chapter. @ErikRaw My pleasure. Glad you enjoy it! @marcus1969 Thanks for the reply! @shinelover Glad your enjoy it so far! @Falls727 Hopefully the next chapter will do more than that for you 😉 @negchaserlooking I don't think even I know, and I'm the author lol. But I'm sure we will all enjoy the ride. @MuslDadOC Oh, it's going to be an interesting event, to be sure. I think everyone will like what I have planned there. Here's the next chapter. I'm still proofing the 3rd and 4th chapters, and have the next few at least mapped out. Still working on the other story, mind you, but hopefully this will tide everyone over until I can get that one out. Still have at least two more chapters to go on it. Anyways, enjoy! --- Lesson 2: The Power of Letting Go I watched on as Mike set the whip down on a table near the cross, and walked over to the tall humidor and pulled out two rather large cigars and prepared to get them lit. Slowly he brought the first one to life, puffing repeatedly until a large cloud of smoke was erupting from his mouth. Seemingly satisfied, he walked over to Greg and put the lit cigar in the corner of his mouth, followed by shackling his remaining free hand. “Fuck yeah babe,” Mike said, now bringing the remaining unlit cigar in his mouth and puffing it to life, “You ready to get flogged?” Greg let out an appreciative moan around his cigar, letting out a cloud of smoke in its wake. Walking over to cross, Mike moved the cigar to the corner of his mouth and picked the whip back up from the table. With a nod of his head, Mike gestured for me to get closer to watch. I stepped closer, watching as Mike suddenly cracked the multi-tasseled whip across Greg’s ass, immediately eliciting a loud groan. I felt my cock jump at the sound in the confines of the white jockstrap I put on. I stood there taking in the sight as Mike smacked Greg’s ass several more times, both of them puffing on their cigars in between strikes. Unable to take it any longer, I reached into the jock and began to slowly work my cock, as I slowly moved my left hand across my chest before slowly starting to pinch my right nipple. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Mike said, grinning around the large cigar as he looked over at me as I slowly began to feel myself up at the scene, “Liking what you see so far?” “It’s really hot,” I said in agreement, pinching my nipple even harder, letting myself get lost in the scene in front of me. Mike’s only reply was and even harder smack across Greg’s ass, causing him to groan even louder. “Smack that ass even harder,” Greg groaned aloud, puffing hard on his cigar before moving his ass back even farther. “Yeah, you fucking love it don’t you, pig?” Mike asked, suddenly giving three hard smacks in succession. Greg gave a groan in appreciation, as Mike pulled the cigar out of his mouth, gesturing with it at the scene in front of us. “What do you think, boy,” he asked, giving his hard dick a few long tugs, “Ready to give it a try?” I could only nod, unsure if I could even voice words with the amount of hormones rushing through my bloodstream. Walking over, I helped Mike unshackle Greg, and with my heart racing, I watched as Greg turned his head grabbing his cigar out of his mouth with his now free hand. Before I knew it, he grabbed my face and blew a huge cloud of smoke in it. Before I could react further, he locked lips and slowly forced his tongue into my mouth. I felt as Greg grabbed the back of my neck, his cigar butt rubbing against my skin as we both stood there, making out. As Mike finally released his other hand, I felt as he reached into my jock and slowly began to tug on my balls, working them in his hand while our tongues continued to slide against each other. Greg was the first to pull away as I felt Mike come up beside us, his hand slowly working a few fingers between my ass cheeks, slowly prodding the outside of my hole. Mike took a long pull on his cigar before exhaling in my face, and then we locked lips as well. “Fuck yeah,” Greg growled, giving my nuts a slight squeeze, making me let out an involuntary moan, “Gonna enjoy turning you into our dirty little sex pig.” After a few minutes of making out, Mike and I broke apart as I felt Greg tugging my hand out of my jockstrap, and pulled it up towards the shackle. I let him deftly strap my wrist in as Mike began doing the same with my other hand. Both occasionally puffed on their cigars, blowing the smoke towards me as they quietly worked. Satisfied I was fully shackled in, Greg walked over to the wall of whips and toys, and grabbed another nearly identical whip to the one Mike was using earlier. While Greg was doing that, Mike double checked the shackles, growling deeply with approval. “Fuck yeah,” he said, slowly running his hand down my back until he reached my ass, giving its a firm squeeze, “Got you chained up right where I want you. Gonna make those ass cheeks glow red.” Stepping back, he took another puff on his cigar as Greg walked up beside him. “You ready, pig boy?” Greg said, puffing on his cigar as well. Nervously, I just nodded and waited. And then I felt as first one asscheek and then the other were smacked, leaving a slight sting where each of the whips came in contact with my skin. The sensation cause me to take in a slight gasp, as well as my cock to twitch a little. “Nice,” Mike said, as he took another swing and connect with my right cheek, “Already a bit pink.” We stood there for several minutes, each man taking a turn smack one ash cheek then the other, as progressively each crack of the whip got harder and sharper. I began to moan as I let myself drift away mentally, enjoying the pain with each smack. The room was quickly filling with a haze and the cigar smoke floated in the air. Suddenly, one smack connected extra hard, causing me to yelp with the pain and shock of it. “Like that, fucker?” Greg asked, as another equally sharp smack hit the other side, again making me yelp, “Look how fucking red his ass is getting.” “Yeah, pig boy here must like the pain,” Mike laughed, before walking around and pointing the whip at my crotch, “He’s hard and the front of the jock is already soaking wet with his precum.” I felt several fast and hard smacks connect with ass, causing me to whimper slightly from the pain as I involuntarily flinched and tried to pull away. “Where do you think you’re going,” Mike asked while he laughed, pulling hard on his cigar before blowing it in my face, “You aren’t going anywhere. We got you right where we fucking want you.” “We got ourselves a nice slab of boy meat here,” Greg added, rubbing the whip between my thighs, “I can’t wait until we fuck you up and make you our personal fuck toy. Turn you into a brainless little fuck puppet that we can do whatever we want to.” I flinched away as a a massive wave of fear filled me as the reality of the situation hit me. I’m chained up essentially a random stranger’s basement, and nobody knowing where I was. I was at the mercy of these guys, and suddenly I felt panicked as every possible outcome race through my brain. The fear must shown on my face as Mike looked at me directly. The tone of the room changed suddenly and Mike looked over at Greg for a split second. Stepping closed, Mike stepped to behind me, grabbing my chin as he whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry boy, it’s all talk,” he said gently in my ear, his hand slowly moving up and down on my chest and stomach, “You’re safe here, and you can say stop at any time and go home. But we both hope you won’t. We got lots of plans for the entire summer. It’s your choice… do you want to keep going and see part of what we have planned?” I stood for a second and let out a few shaky breaths, forcing myself to calm down. Letting out a deep sigh, I nodded. “Good boy,” he said, before running his hand through my hair, before turning to Greg as he then moved his hand over my still stinging ass, gently rubbing it before he continued, “Looks like he’s ready to move to the sling. I call dibs on taking his butt cherry.” Reaching up, he began to unshackle my arms, causing the tension and fear in my chest to release. Gingerly, I pulled my arms down before twisting my body, looking down at my ass. Damn, I thought to myself as I took in the sight of my bright red and throbbing ass, they really did a number down there. Greg walked over to me, taking his half smoked cigar out of his mouth and began to make out with me, as Mike took both paddles and and put them back. I tasted the thick cigar smoke all over his tongue, letting myself relax as he suddenly pulled away and using my hair, pulled my head back, leaving my mouth gaping opening. Suddenly, I felt him spit into my open mouth, before he took a huge drag on his cigar and then went back into kissing me, forcing his cigar smoke into my mouth. Surprisingly, I found I really enjoyed it, enjoying the taste as our tongues intertwined. Finally he pulled away, and I let out a sigh, noticing some of the smoke on my breath. “Good boy,” he growled, “You like taking Daddy’s smoke, don’t you?” “Yes sir,” I said, very turned on as I nodded, “Thank you sir.” “Polite fucking pig, isn’t he,” Mike said, standing over near the sling as he motioned for me to get in. Having never been in a sling before, I failed the first two tries to get it, before finally getting the hang of it with some help from the both of them. Slowly adjusting myself to get more comfortable, I was inwardly glad there weren’t any restraints on the sling after my minor panic attack at the cross. Greg came to stand next to my head as Mike went over to the wall, looking at the different dildos, before deciding on one that was just a bit smaller than his cock, but somehow still large enough to make me nervous. I looked up as Greg opened up his bottle of poppers, taking a few sniffs of the bottle before letting out a content sign. “That fucking better,” he growled, tipping his head back as he closed his eyes, clearly content. Having heard of the poppers, but never trying them before, I was a bit curious as to what they were like. Apparently, I was about to find out as Greg set his cigar back in the corner of his jaw, and began to hand me the bottle. “Ever done poppers, boy?” he asked, as I grabbed the bottle from him. “No, I mean, I know of them, and I know it makes sex fucking wild, but never had a chance to try them,” I answered, as I began to mime what I had seen both of them do. “Go ahead and pinch off one side of your nose with your thumb there, and I want to you to take a deep sniff or two in each nostril,” he said, coaching me through it as he slowly stroked is cock. I did as he said, watching as Mike came over with he dildo and some lube, as well as dragging a stool behind him. I didn’t feel anything at first as I watched Mike take a seat at my ass, and then, a wave of warmth spread across my face, making me feel flush as I felt my heart start to race. The feeling was intense, and after handing back the bottle to Greg, I sat there in the sling, enjoying the rush. “Good fucking poppers, aren’t they,” Mike asked, slowly coating my asshole with the cool lube, “Greg and I picked up quite a few on our last trip to Berlin.” I could only grin stupidly and nod as I felt myself floating on the high. “You ready?” Mike asked, slowly pressing the head of the gleaming black dildo up against my hole. “Oh, fuck,” I blurted out loud, feeling the pressure at my asshole. “Babe, get him fucked up on the poppers while I break in his hole and stretch him out,” Mike said, rubbing my cock and balls as I pulled away slightly at the sudden intrusion at my ass. I laid there gripping the chains of the sling as Greg held the bottle to my nose, having me take 4 deep sniffs in each nostril. Satisfied, he closed the bottle back up and watched as his husband slowly began to press the dildo harder against my hole. I was about to tell him we’d have to quit when I finally felt the head of the toy suddenly breach my opening. The sudden stretching of my assails caused me to let out a loud, pained groan as Mike slowly worked the large black toy deeper and deeper into my ass, occasionally looking up and me with a grin and nodding as it slowly breached my guts. “Good boy,” he said, rubbing his free hand across my flat stomach, “Good fucking boy. Let your daddies stretch that ass out so we can breed it later. Fill you up with a few nice loads of dirty bear cum in those virgin guts. You want that, don’t you baby?” The poppers having taken full effect left me too far gone to speak, only leaving me with enough brain power to nod. The pain in my ass slowly switched over to a pleasant fullness as the head of the dildo began to slide past my prostate. “Oooooh fuck,” I groaned, feeling as the dildo occasionally was pulled back before being driven back in again. I looked up and watched as Greg slowly smoked his cigar, enjoying the feeling as he slowly began to pinch and twist my nipples. “Ah…. Oh god,” I gasped, feeling as the base off the toy hit my taint, finally worked deep in my guts, “Oh fuck, it’s so fucking deep.” “Yeah, fucker,” Greg said, blowing his smoke down at me as he continued to stroke his hard cock, “Take that toy deep in you. So fucking hot seeing your young jock hole get destroyed. We are going to get those guts nice and stretched out for all the cum we’re gonna dump in you.” “Shiiiit,” I groaned again as I felt Mike jiggle the toy around before slowly pulling it back to the entrance of my hole. The sensation caused my legs to shudder for a short while, as I felt my ass grip down on the toy. Unable to stand it anymore, I slowly reached down and after pulling out my dick from the confines of the jock, started slowly jacking off. “Yeah,” Mike growled, “You like feeling your virgin hole get stretched, don’t you boy? You’re gonna be a good boy and let us do whatever we want? Let us fill you up with our dirty bear cum until its leaking out?” “Oh, fuck… yes…. Fuuuuck,” I groaned, as he began working the toy in and out of my hole, “Whatever you want.” For a while, Mike continued to slowly fuck my ass with the large toy, as Greg continued to pinch and work my nipples, both of them covering my body with cigar smoke. As I got more used to the sheer size and length of the dildo, I laid back and slowly stroked my cock, enjoying the stretch. Finally, after what felt like like forever but was likely just 10 minutes, Mike pulled the dildo out, with a dull pop. Grinning, he laid it on my stomach. “Fuck yeah, thats how deep it was inside you,” he said, rubbing his hand on my stomach along side the toy. “Holy shit…” I replied, my voice quivering as I slowly got used to the empty feeling in my ass. “Hey babe,” Greg said suddenly, getting up and walking over to one of the tool boxes, “Since you get his ass cherry, mind if I take his cock cherry?” Confused, I looked at Mike. My mind tried to figure out what he meant, seeing as I was definitely not a virgin in terms of penetrating someone. “Fuck yeah, if you think he’s ready. You’re gonna love this, slut,” Mike said, grinning before he got up and moved towards my head. Slowly, he took the cigar out of his mouth and began to rub it on my left nipple. “Open up your mouth for a second, pig,” he said, as Greg continued to rummage around. I complied with his request, and slowly he let a long line of drool out into my mouth before he put his nearly finished cigar in my mouth. Knowing what he wanted, I closed my lips around the cigar, unfamiliar with the sensation. “Fuck that’s a hot look,” Greg said grinning around his cigar, as he walked up to my ass with several long and curved metal rods and a tube of lube. Mike quickly walked away, making his way over to the humidor and pulling out another two cigars as well as an ash tray. Walking back up to me, he set the ashtray on my chest, effectively using me as a table, while Greg began to cover the smallest of the rods with lube. “Extra hundred for you tonight if you finish both of our cigars, boy,” Mike said, before sticking the first cigar in his mouth and lighting it. I sat there for a second contemplating it before deciding to do what he asked. Having never smoked before, I felt a bit weird doing it, but I decided to follow their lead and took a few puffs on the cigar. I was surprised at the taste, amazed that it tasted better or at least different than it smelled. After a few puffs, I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, turning my attention to what Greg was doing. “What’s that?” I asked, watching as he covered the rod with the lube, ensuring that it was fully covered. “Well, since Mike gets first crack at breeding the prime unused hole, I figured I deserve to take one of your other cherries,” he began to explain, grabbing onto my dick suddenly, suddenly rubbing the length of the rod along my dick hole, “This is whats called a urethral sound. I’m gonna break open your dick cherry and fuck you nice and deep with these sounds until you shoot your load.” I paused for a second. There’s no fucking way thats gonna work, I thought to myself, trying to wrap my head around what Greg had just told me. “Don’t worry, boy,” Mike assured me, reaching over me and grabbing Greg’s cigar out of his mouth and placing it in the ashtray, before replacing it with the freshly lit one, “Greg is a professional at this. I thought the same thing the first time as well. But trust me, you’re gonna love it.” I sat there for a second, contemplating if it was time to stop. But as I felt him slowly start to stroke my dick, my hormones got the better of me and decided to just sit back and enjoy the ride. “Fine,” I sighed, “As long as you know what your doing I guess.” Resigned and just a tiny bit darkly curious, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and watched Greg as he continued to tease the opening of my dick with the cold metal rod. “Babe, wanna give him a few hits off the poppers?” Greg asked, not looking up as he gently pressed the tip of the metal to my cock hole. Silently, Mike grabbed the bottle of poppers out of his harness, opened them and put the opening to my nose as I instinctively pressed my thumb against one of my nostrils and sniffed deeply. Looking up at me, Greg gave me a huge grin, waiting as the poppers did their job. “Ready, fucker?” he asked, and not waiting for the answer, slowly began to push the rod into my pisshole. The sensation of the thin cold metal rod inside my cock was intense, causing me to groan immediately. I watched in fascination as the rod slowly worked down into my dick, and I could feel every twist of the metal as Greg worked the rod further and further down. “Yeah, babe, stretch out the pig’s pisshole,” Mike growled, lighting his cigar now before walking away to the tool box as well. I only vaguely registered Mike leaving as nearly al my attention was on the scene before me, as Greg began to work the metal rod deftly in and out of my urethra. The sensation felt amazing and alien at the same time. Eventually, Mike returned, with what looked like two suction cups and what looked like a hand pump. I began to puff on the cigar as Greg continued to do what I could only describe as fuck my cock with the metal probe, while Mike placed each suction cup over my nipples and began to pump the air out, effectively obscenely sucking out my nipples to fill each cup. Satisfied, Mike flicked each cup, checking the seal before moving back to my head, slowly stroking his cock as he watched as Greg pulled out the metal rod. “How was that?” Greg asked, as he began to lube up a thicker rod, “Ready for more?” To enraptured at the scene before me, and with the large cigar in my mouth that I was now puffing regularly on, I could only nod. “Go ahead and grab your cock so you can feel me shoving it in you,” Greg said with a smile, as he pressed the tip of the rod at my dick’s opening. I let go of one of the chains I hadn’t realized I was hanging onto tightly and gently wrapped my hand around my dick, firmly holding it in place. “Yeah, feel that fucking rod stretch out your piss tube,” Greg said, as I could indeed feel the metal rod slowly go deeper and deeper into my dick before stopping half way, “Want me to go deeper?” Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, I groaned, feeling the metal rod against my fingers, deep inside my dick. “Fuck yeah,” I groaned, giving my dick a slight tug, feeling how the my urethra conformed to the metal around it. Slowly, he pushed the rod deeper, until finally only the tip remained. Finally he let go of the rod, and we all watched as it slowly began to work itself out of my cock. Greg began to gently tap and press the rod back down. “Oh fuck, keep doing that,” I groaned around the cigar, loving the sensation it was giving me. Greg grinned down at me as he continued to tap and slide the rod in and out of my cock. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked slowly jacking his cock as he watch on. “Oh god, yes, keep doing that,” I said, my whole world narrowed down to the feeling of the metal rod fucking the inside of my dick as I puffed away on the nearly spent cigar. I felt as Mike pulled the nub of the cigar out of my mouth and set it in the ashtray, before grabbing the other mostly smoked cigar and firmly planting it back in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, pig,” Mike growled, jacking his cock and rubbing the tip of it in my hair and across my face, “You look so fucking hot smoking that cigar while that metal rod fucks the inside of your dick. Can’t wait until I get to paint the walls of your guts with our loads.” Greg continued to fuck the sound in and out of my dick, and after a few minutes, he began to move my hand up and down, jacking my self on the sound. “Yeah…. That sound is nice and deep in you,” he growled, holding it in place as I began to stroke myself, “Show your daddies how much you love it. Fucking take it.” This continued on for several minutes, with Greg asking how much I loved what he was doing, and Mike telling me how hot the scene was. I couldn’t help myself and started jacking off my dick rougher and rougher, telling them how fucking good it felt. Finally I felt the telltale feelings I was about to shoot my load. “Oh, fuck, I think I’m about to shoot,” I groaned, still jacking my cock hard as Greg continued to help push the rod back down inside my dick. I could see a small puddle of precut had already formed on my stomach, pooling easily around my abs. “Fuck yeah, shoot your load for us!” Mike and Greg said nearly in unison, as I began to jack myself off with reckless abandon. “Fuck, oh fuck,” I gasped, the feeling of humming building hard and fast deep in my dick, “I’m gonna fucking nut, shit…” Suddenly, I felt as my dick began to erupt, shooting with such force that half the rod shot up out of my dick, the first volley of cum squirting around it and onto my stomach. I continued to roughly jack my cock as Greg quickly pulled the rod out, as I continued to pump several more times, causing me to yell out wordlessly with each massive spurt. It took me a solid minute before I finally felt like I was done. I looked down, amazed at the amount of cum I had shot. My cock was covered, with a massive white puddle pooling on my abs. It was hands down the largest amount I’d ever produced. Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, Greg then began to rub the end of it in the pool of my cum, coating it thickly before shoving it back into my mouth. “Fucking taste yourself on that cigar,” Greg said, before he and Mike began to do the same thing with theirs, scooping up the massive amount of cum. It reminded me of when I was a kid, after begging my parents for it, they’d break down and buy me one of those Fun Dips and I’d share it with my friends. Following their lead, I took the cigar back out of my mouth, scooping more of my cum onto the end of it before putting it back in my mouth, the salty and somewhat creamy flavor contrasting the taste of the cigar. The three of us grinned at each other as we slowly scooped up my spent load, sucking it off the end of our cigars until finally only a slick sheen of my spent land remained on my stomach. Finally, Greg broke the silence and picked the rod up and held it up vertically along side my still hard cock. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said, grinning at me as I set the spent cigar out of my mouth and placed it in the ashtray, “Thats how deep it was inside you.” “Holy shit,” was the only thing I could think of as a reply. I was pleasantly shocked at the length, as I never imagined something so long would fit in there and actually feel good. I let out a small laugh as Greg stepped back and Mike took his place. “That was amazing,” I said, still riding the high of endorphins after summing so hard. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” Mike said, as he slowly pressed the head of his cock against my now wet and slightly stretched hole, giving me a wicked grin. “Now it’s our turn to cum.”

Oh, yeah, I’m with you, uh… AIDSfaggot (hmm, somehow addressing you as such seems, well, rude). I know that readers are inclined to egg on the writers to tease out their stories ad nauseam. But this one, I think, would have benefitted from bidding adieu several installment earlier. Maybe it’s because the dogpile of humiliation reached critical mass for me. I just skimmed over the degradation in the last few chapters. The thrill is gone. Or, at least, dissipating. I mean, c’mon! I get the idea: At every turn, one or the other of our main characters—Austin or Dolt… er, I mean, Colt—gets pressed into service as a worthless hole. That standing is then zealously reinforced by a colorful array of indignities. Don’t these boys have, like, summer jobs? And as long as they’re used to humiliation, they should see if any of their college applications were accepted. You’re right, AIDSfaggot (that name doesn’t get easier): This story started out as a masterpiece. Our author, pervinmt, knew exactly how to push our buttons! And he demonstrated that talent at every turn—and I realize that’s true for some readers all the way through. But I had to give up.

Thomas and Roger were the next two gentlemen who entered the room. Both of their cocks weren't very big but looks can be deceiving. They both stood in front of me while I would suck one cock and jerk off the other. I repeated this process for a while before Thomas laid on the floor and had me mount his cock. Just when I got his cock all the way in me Roger pushed me slightly forward and then slid his cock into my pussy along with Thomas'. With Roger sliding his cock in my pussy I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate both cocks. It hurt to be stretched out but I knew I didn't have a say in the matter. Once Roger had his cock in all the way both gentlemen stayed still for a couple of minutes while my pussy adjusted to it's new position. With me being a little over 5 feet tall and each of these gentlemen being well over 6 feet tall I was in perfect position for them to start fucking my pussy in unison. The feeling of having two cocks sliding in and out of my pussy in unison was pure bliss. My little clitty was soon spurting out cum onto Thomas' stomach. Thomas had sores everywhere and I started licking as many as I could while being fucked. The blood on my lips had dried up so I begged Thomas to slap me to get my lips bleeding again. He happily obliged and soon my lips were cut open again. With my new cuts I continued licking Thomas' sores. With their cocks rubbing together in my pussy both men didn't last too long. After about 10 minutes of fucking my pussy Roger said he was about to cum. As soon as he started Thomas soon started cuming right after. Feeling one load of cum erupting in my pussy is one thing. But 2 cocks at the same time is out of this world. These men gave me so much cum that I could hear the slurping noises coming from my pussy. Once Roger went soft he slipped his cock from my pussy. But Thomas stayed hard. He started thrusting his hips hard into my pussy. Roger came around in front of me and started fucking my mouth at the same time and it wasn't long before he was hard again. Roger must have read my mind because he took his cock from my mouth and rammed it back into my pussy along with Thomas's cock. Fuck I was loving being double penetrated. I was moaning so loud it drew my Mom's attention. As I'm getting my pussy fucked hard by both of these cocks she entered the room and just watched her son being a dirty whore for these men. Everyone knew she was my mom so it didn't surprise anyone. She was encouraging both men to fuck me like the dirty nasty whore I was becoming. Both men obliged and really started fucking me much harder and making my pussy so fucking sore. It wasn't long before both men were coming again in my pussy. Thomas came first followed by Roger. I don't know where these gentlemen had the energy to fuck me like they did in their condition but I loved it. As each of their cocks went soft and they pulled out of me they both collapsed. Mom rushed me out really quickly while they attended to them. I was led to a private room away from everyone. 30 minutes later Mom came in and told me they both passed away. I was saddened by hearing this. She comforted me and told me that it was their wish to go out like that. She said she was proud of me for making their last few minutes on earth enjoyable for both. She said while they are taking care of cleaning up the area this room would be my new play area. She said that I still had more men to satisfy. I confessed to Mommy that each of them had cum twice in my pussy and both times I it was from double penetration. She kissed me on my forehead and said that's good to know because the next two men coming are thicker than any cocks you have had so far. My clitty got excited and squirted in front of my Mommy. She just laughed and as she was walking out the door she said Goddamn you are such a dirty little faggot.

Intro Welcome to Suburbia! I’m Alec, an early 30s guy living with my husband, Carl, in the sprawl of Eastern Virginia. Its one of those places where the property prices are expensive but without a cool and groovy city vibe. So minimal chances of random hookups with hot gays!! The majority of our neighbors are hetero, married and keep themselves to themselves. As for me, I’m coming to the end of an intensive few years of studying for a business degree as well as working full time. Its been tough, especially with a lack of time for the things I want to do. I love my husband very much but I also want to get some excitement back in to my life. As long as I can remember I’ve done what been expected of me… study hard, work hard, save hard… making the “right” choices. I’m kinda done with all that now. I want to explore my sexuality, be a bit reckless and just live my live for me and not what others expect of me. I’ve never cheated on my husband but I crave the feeling of kissing another guy, dropping to my knees and getting them hard in my mouth before letting them fuck me. My husband and I celebrated Independence Day at home. Just a chilled one as he has a business trip coming up so most of the day was laundry and chores. He was showering as I took some shirts upstairs to help with his packing. His case was open and next to it was a washbag I’ve never seen before. Curiously I opened it to reveal a new bottle of poppers, a cockring, lube, several jockstraps and a half used bottle of PREP. I just froze. He’s planning to cheat on me on his trip and has probably been cheating on me for as long as we’ve been married. I had to get out so I grabbed my running stuff and left to clear my head, spurred on by a mixture of rage, jealousy, anger and…. Horniness

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Unless you immediately started having the issues with it causing kidney and or liver damage, I would try toughing it out and seeing if as mentioned above the minor side effects fade. Also something to consider, the two drugs in PrEP are also part of the common triple drug regime to treat HIV once someone is infected. So if you can't tolerate PrEP, it would be a really bad idea to risk getting HIV since you would be looking at having to take the same or similar drugs that you do not tolerate well in order to keep your immune system from disappearing over time. Also the main alternative dosing that while not approved but appears to be fairly effective is the 2-1-1 schedule. Which is take two doses 24 hours before you are going to have sex, then one dose the next two days. Generally it seems to be pretty effective you need to have 4 doses absorbed into your system within 48 hours of exposure and your system clears them pretty quickly. From what I read you need to be taking at least 5 doses a week regularly. So every other day is unlikely to have enough on your system to really effective and it could potentially lead to helping develop a strain that is resistant to the drugs in PrEP.

Authors Comment - Again, I see some slips in textualization (sorry about the premature ejaculation). Proofing is a bitch worse than Richards ex GF. A lot of, perhaps all of the BZ Readers are smarter than I am. I expect it is safe to say that some readers are way more experienced than this Leather Queen that has experienced the Spunk and DNA residue of millions of men. There are so few original plot lines. There are also Clue-like plot lines that rant against the normal plot lines. I have always been a fan of Clue / Haunted Honeymoon, etc. Therefore when Truman Capote came to me in a dream demanding I put an Easter Egg into the story worthy of him, I of course complied (Truman could have been a hallucination - who knows?). Nobody, but nobody argues with Truman. Half of that egg is already laid, so you can message me if you can complete it before the other half is laid. In the meantime I hope to lay another chapter before I go romping and camping with the Bears in Central Virginia over the weekend. Cheers! /// end note ///

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.

Andy had been left there to hang in the sling for an unknown amount of time. Andy was still high from his point and was zoning out on the ceiling, the shadows in the dimly lit room, and the empty feeling he felt growing in his ass. Yes, he had a plug in there but that’s not what his body needed. He needed cock and more cock. Andy did not hear someone walk into the room and was now standing beside him. Ivan had come back to speak with their latest conquest. Andy didn’t take any notice of him until Ivan reached down and flicked the butt plug, sending ripples throughout his body. I: Hey there sweet thing. I’ve got something for you. Ivan reached out his hands. In one hand he had some pills and in the other a bottle of some yellow brown liquid. I: here take these, it will help with the pain and humiliation we just put you through. A: Like a headache? I: yes, exactly like a headache. **evil smirk** Ivan pushed 2 pills into the boy’s mouth and pushed the bottle to his mouth. Andy drank greedily. Ivan pushed 2 other pills into Andy’s mouth and again pushed the bottle of mystery liquid to him. After Andy had finished the liquid, Ivan started to laugh to himself. I: oh boy, you’re really fucked now. you just took two pills of ecstasy and two Cialis. All washed down with my personal concoction of chem piss iced tea. The iced tea helps with the taste and hides the extra tina powder mixed in. oh you are gonna be such fun in a little bit. I’ll come back when you are dialed up to 100. Ivan looked down at the boy and almost felt sorry for him. Almost. He turned toward the door and walked out. Ivan walked into the kitchen and sat beside Klein. All three men were there just relaxing in their nakedness. The three of them half hard. Q: did you get him to take the pills? I: yup, and the chem piss. I threw in some Cialis too. Otherwise he’ll have tina dick the whole time. Not that it is a bad thing, but he should really enjoy his night of firsts. Don’t worry, we still have plenty if we want to take more. K: he drank all the piss? I: every drop. I told you guys, my iced tea recipe is an automatic win. Can barely taste anything off about it. K: time for my one on one with him. Klein stood up and walked over to the counter. He picked up a can of shaving cream and a razor. K: time to clean the boy up Klein walked into the fuck room holding his supplies. He walked over and looked down at the boy in the sling. He looked for the eyes and saw the boy on cloud nine. He looked the boy up and down before starting his task. The Asian teen was practically smooth all over already. There was the underarm and the small neat bush above his dick. Klein lathered him up and only needed 1 swipe of the razor for each area. He pulled a towel out and wiped away the access lather. Before him was sex crazed, smooth as can be bottom waiting for a night of fun. Klein ran him fingers down the teen’s chest, circling the nipple on the right. All he could hear in the quiet was the moans of the boy. He trailed down to the belly button and through were his pubes used to be. The Cialis was kicking in as the boy’s 5 inch dick sprang straight up toward the belly button. Klein dragged his fingers across the boy’s balls and watch the dick bounce from his touch. His finger travelled further down and flicked the butt plug. A high pitched moan escaped the boy. Behind both of them, Quinn appeared. Q: oh damn, I didn’t actually think you would shave him. I mean he was pretty smooth already. K: yeah, but now he’s pnp pig smooth. They both laugh and jerk their dicks to start chubbing up. Quinn walks up with a small baggie of powdered tina. He removes the butt plug and dips in in the powder and pushes it right back into the teen. The teen gyrates letting them know that the tina is melting nicely. As soon as he stops squirming, Quinn removes the plug and puts in on the floor. He stares down at the boy before him. He tweaks his right nipple and then the left. Moans escape the boy. He rubs the boys balls and taint and more moans escape. Q: look at me baby boy. Look right back at me. Andy opens his eyes and stared back blankly and longingly. Andy’s eyes were black saucers. He knew Andy barely knew what his name was at the moment. He liked his boys fucked up. And they have done a marvelous job with him. Ivan came into the room with a bottle of something. He picked up the boy’s underwear and sprayed maximum impact into them, damping them. He shoves the underwear into the boy’s mouth. I: my turn to start. He lined up his dick. He spat on it and rubbed it over the head and pushed forward. It felt heavenly to Ivan. Almost no resistance at all. Muffled moans coming from the mouth full of underwear. Ivan pulled out and shoved his dick right back in. IN and OUT, IN and OUT. No problem whatsoever. Ivan’s dick felt like it was in the perfect ass. With every slap of Ivan’s balls against his body, the boy drew a large breath of maximum impact and was feeling like he was flying into the stratosphere. With the boy so open, Ivan was free to slam into him as hard as he wanted. In a normal situation, the boy would be screaming as he was being slammed in two. But right now, the little whore was moaning for more. No one could hear it but he was begging for more with every smash into this ass. Ivan slammed into the boy until his breathing became labored and ready to shoot his second load. He shot his warm jets of cum into the boy. Quinn and Klein unlocked the restraints and helped he boy out of the sling. They guided the boy to the neighboring bed setup. They threw him on the bed and maneuvered him into the fetal position. Quinn came up behind the boy’s ass and slide hid dick right in. he too felt the amazing feeling of no resistance. He pulled the boy’s legs over onto his shoulders. The bottoms was off in his own little land moaning like a whore in heat, while Quinn enjoyed his flexible body. Quinn reached down and jerked the teen off. Just enough to get the precum flowing. He licked the boys precum off of his fingers and enjoyed the sweet taste. Quinn fucked him in that position for a long while. When he was finally getting tired, he tagged out and Klein took his place. Quinn went and got a water and came back. Q: Hey get on your back. Play 42. Play 42. Hut Klein maneuvered himself on his back on the bed and the twink on him in riding position. Quinn pulled the underwear out of the twink’s mouth. He sprayed more maximum impact into the wet undies and pushed it back into his mouth. Klein the wrapped his arms around the twink and pulled him toward his chest. Before Quinn was his friend’s dick and the boy’s filled ass. The thought of what was coming made him extra hard. He spat on his dick and rubbed the spit on his head. Klein rubbed the teen’s nipples to get him to breath in hard twice. K: got him. Play 42. Play 42 Quinn lined his dick up at the teen’s filled hole. Q: Play 42. HIKE! Quinn pushed forward with all his might and his head popped into the expanding hole. Andy was making some kind of sound. Muffled cries/moans. Doesn’t matter. He couldn’t break free even if he was trying to. Quinn pushed forward and got half his dick inside. He reached underneath the boy and grabbed his dick and jerked it. The teen moaned but did not relax more. So Quinn reached further down and grabbed the boy’s balls and squeezed. This made him sharply inhale the max impact and Quinn pushed the rest of his dick inside. Quinn didn’t wait for the boy to get used to the new intrusion. He just started long dicking the boy. This proved too much feeling for Klein, who shot his load deep inside the boy. The warm cum provided all the lube Quinn needed. He was pounding the boy in no time. He wouldn’t even let up so his friend could move out the way. Quinn's balls slamming into Klein's softening dick. Quinn shot his load and both men pulled out of the used hole. They got up and left the boy on the bed, the moaning mess that he was. Without the men to attack his body, he started to play with his left nipple while fingering his own hole. I: Hey look the cumdump is trying to finger himself. K: Looks like he's trying to fist himself. I: well then, lets help the boy out. All three men laugh Ivan goes to the kitchen and brings back another bottle of yellow brown liquid. He pulls the underwear out of the teen's mouth and replaces it with the bottle of chem piss iced tea. the sweaty dehydrated boy drank down every drop. I: lets give him some time to charge up all that tina into his system Quinn pulls out a packed pipe and lights it up. The three men spend 15/20 minutes or so just joking around passing the pipe around. When they finally look over at the teen and think he is high enough, they compare hands. Ivan wins with the smallest hands. He lubes up his fingers on his right hand and pushes in 3 to start. The boy's hole easily accepts the 3 fingers. Ivan moves on to 4 fingers and gets a little resistance. I: fuck this waiting Ivan reaches into the tina bag with his left hand and pulls out the largest shard he can find and moves in to his right hand. he pushes it in with the right hand and feels the boy gyrate a bit while it melts. Once he calms down, he knows it's time. Ivan pushes the 4 fingers in and gets held up at the outer ring of his hole. Ivan wiggles his fingers inside the boy while jerking his dick with his left hand. The teen relaxes enough for 4 fingers to go in and out. Ivan adds the thumb and again gets held at the ring. Ivan pushed his head down and sucked up the teen's dick. After a few swirls around the dick head, the boy relaxed and Ivan unceremoniously pushed his fist inside. The teen was a drooling panting mess. The teen tried to scream for him to take it out (in his own way) but the horny high bottom could only grunt and moan. Ivan and the men were laughing their asses off as the man's wrist disappeared into the teen's hole. When Ivan grew tired, he switched out with Quinn. Since Quinn was the one with the connection to the teen, he felt responsible for helping him out. He jerked the teen off while fisting him past his wrist. If he wore a watch, the watch would now totally be engulfed by the teen's ass. Quinn picked up his rhythm with both wrists. In no time at all the teen was convulsing and moaning and shot 3 huge spurts of cum into the air. Quinn stopped a moment, letting the teen calm down a minute. Then out of nowhere, he started fisting him again with the same fury as before. Quinn just laughed. Klein eventually took his turn with his left hand. Quinn had taken so long that the teen was starting to come down off his high. But the men just laughed and kept on fisting. The teens moans were slowly sounding more like "No's" and "please's" The men standing around watching Klein fist the poor boy, they refilled the pipe and started taking hits. Took turns taking huge hits and shotgunning into the teen's mouth. The teen instinctively received the clouds blown into his mouth. When the guys finally finished having their fun, they were all exhausted. They walked the teen into the shower room and had him shower off. they returned him to the bed and restrained him to the bed. They were going to try and get some sleep. They told the boy to do the same. The men left some bareback gangbang porn on for him to watch and fall asleep to. They left him some more iced tea if he was thirsty. Andy drank a bottle, not remembering that it was chem piss. Once more he was blasted off. All he could do was play with his hole while the men slept it off. Andy began to cry to himself.

We spent a few days clearing out the flat, ripping up the carpet, and stripping the wallpaper. I missed Stan and Winston, but I decided the symbols now inked into my skin would be what I would keep, being fairly sure what was in my veins had come from them. There was also the tree that I had planted in a big pot on the pub patio, Brian and Sheila being happy that Stan and Winston’s ashes should be buried somewhere familiar and where they had been happy. I did not think we needed to keep their flat like it was just because I missed them, as it was really fucking ugly to be honest. The plaster all started coming off when we began stripping the wallpaper, and the twins found a rotting fucking mess when they pulled up the lino in the bathroom, so we got in some professionals to fix everything before we decorated. A mate of Justin’s mum checked the electrics and they were fine, and the plumbing was OK too, so we just needed stuff done to the floors, walls and windows before we could move in. I called a couple of the guys who had adverts in the Nisa window, and one of them was just finishing up a job somewhere else so could start quickly so we went with him. He was a Lithuanian man in his 50s called Matas, and after coming round to look at it all and give us a quote, he came back a couple of days later with the guys who would be doing most of the work. One of them was his son Jonas, who was in his mid 20s and was just fucking beautiful with his big lips and swept back dark hair. There was a Polish guy called Pavel, also in his mid twenties with cropped blond hair, a face like a fucking model, and tattoos all up his arms and over his torso. Finally there was a Romanian man called Gheorghe, who was in his mid 30s and would be the foreman. There was something about his black stubble and slightly messy black hair that made me keep looking at him, and I found that he kept looking back. In fact, all three of them kept looking at the five of us, while Matas went through the plan for doing all the work. I hoped that someone was paying attention, as I was completely fucking distracted by all these gorgeous men standing in our bombsite of a flat. Hell, even Matas was distracting me with his silver hair and ripped body, something I hadn’t noticed on his first visit when he was wearing a loose jacket the whole time but which was now on display under his tight white V-neck T-shirt. The work got started, and we all took it in turns to be there and do a few other jobs we could manage ourselves while the builders got on with most of it. I finally threw in the towel at Nisa as Aimee wanted more shifts and I didn’t need the money, but I made sure Clive knew that I would help out if I could if he ever needed it in the future because I was still really grateful he’d given me a job in the first place. That gave me more time to go and see Dad a bit, something we all started doing more as the therapy he was having began to turn him back into a human being again. It was really fucking hard, but each of us spent some time alone with him and his therapist to talk about the past, and let him apologise for what he’d done and the person he had been. Kane in particular was really quiet and a bit angry for a couple of days after his session, but we let Kieron be the one to help him through that. Justin was really great with me after my session, just sitting on the sofa at home with me in his arms, letting me slowly start talking about what it had been like when Dad was at his worst. That was the first time we’d shared a moment like that, and while I knew what we had was always going to be different and probably less than what we each had with Bret, it felt like the proper beginning of us as a proper two thirds of the throuple we were in. I had to go and see Stephen again to sign some more things, and his other lawyer friend was there to go through more about the case against the haulage company. He said the driver was being charged by the police, that the haulage company had fired him, and that they were offering to settle before the case went any further. He put the number in front of me, and once I had made sure my heart was actually still beating, he said that it was a good offer and that maybe I should take it. “If it goes to court” he said, “there’s going to be a lot of questions about you, your relationship to the deceased, their own health, and so on. As I understand it, you might not enjoy answering those.” “No” I said. “We could probably get more out of them in court, but in light of all that, my advice would be that you take it” he said. I agreed immediately, and he went off to sort it out so it could be finalised. “Stephen” I said, after the other guy had left, “who were Stan and Winston leaving everything to before they changed their wills?” “Er” he said, looking unsure. “Please” I said. “I’m so fucking grateful to them for what they’ve done for me, but I feel like I’ve stolen everything from someone else.” “Fine” he said, before going over to a filing cabinet and looking through for the right folder. When he found it he went through loads of papers, before bringing out two documents and bringing them back to the desk. They both had big red stamps on every page that said they were voided, but what was written on them was still readable. “Let me see” he said, looking through both of them. “OK, yes, they said the same thing, so let’s just go through Stan’s.” “OK” I said, feeling a bit nervous. “As you know, they didn’t have much in the way of money, with the flat being the main asset” he said. “They had both written their wills to leave everything to the other partner in the event of their death, and then they had provisions for what to do if they were the remaining party and then passed on. They assumed some more cash would be on hand from the first party’s life insurance, and then they instructed their assets to be liquidated by the executor after their death. I, or another partner here, was assigned as their executor prior to the wills being changed. “OK” I said, trying to keep up with all this fucking legal language. “So” he continued, “once all that was done, they had split their estate three ways. One third was to go to the charity Shelter, and another third to the charity Centrepoint. The final third was to be split amongst four other charities, but…” He stopped, and turned to his computer. He typed a bit, repeatedly looking down at the list on Stan’s will. “OK” he said. “As far as I can see, the other four charities all provide services to LGBTQ+ youths.” “Fuck” I said. “I’ve fucking stolen from a load of homeless people and gay kids.” “Luke” he said, “you haven’t stolen anything from anyone. Stan and Winston wanted you as their heir.” “I know” I said, “but it still feels shit.” “Can I ask why you wanted to know?” Stephen asked. I hesitated before answering, just running it through in my head. “I get that they wanted me to have their flat” I said. “I’m never going to stop being grateful, they’ve fucking changed my life as well as my brothers’ lives. But there never should have been any fucking massive payout from a lorry company.” “So?” Stephen asked. “Listen” I said. “I don’t want it. I know it’s a fucking huge amount of money and could set me up for life or some shit, but I don’t want it. I want all those charities to have it.” Stephen sat and stared at me for a moment. “Luke, are you sure about this?” he said. “Don’t you want to think about it properly?” “No” I said. “I don’t want it. I don’t want to keep feeling like I’ve fucking been made because Stan and Winston were run off the road by some dangerous fucking driver. I don’t want it. I want all those people they wanted to help to have it.” Stephen stared at me again. “Are you definitely sure?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “Final answer.” He immediately got out his phone and called the other lawyer, and they talked it through while I just sat there. When the call ended, Stephen told me we would have to meet again, but that the best thing to do would be to get the settlement paid to Stan and Winston’s estate and then donated directly from there so there would be no tax claim on it. He went off on a fucking ramble I didn’t understand about it all, until I stopped him, told him I trusted him, and asked him to just sort it out for me. I also told him I didn’t want my brothers or anyone to know about any of it, and if they ever asked about the case, we would come up with some bullshit to cover. I needed a drink after all that, and texted Shane to see if was around. He was, and we met up for a couple of beers. I asked him to talk to me about anything that wasn’t to do with lawyers, and ended up sat in that pub just listening to him go on about everything from his job to his concert experiences to his trip at Easter to Gran Canaria. It worked in calming me down, and I was happy to go back to his place after and fuck a couple more poz loads into him. Then I went back to the estate, just going straight to the Dragon to start my shift a bit early. That night I was feeling a bit sad about Stan and Winston again, so Bret and Justin each spent a bit of time with me in the bed alone gently fucking me, before I went to sleep in between them both. The next day I decided to hit the gym, now that Bret has got us all discounted memberships where he worked. I just found what he got up to there funny as well as hot, never being jealous about any of it, and if he was ever in the middle of it when I was there I just found myself chuckling if I stood outside the storeroom listening to him fucking or being fucked. Well, it wasn’t really a storeroom anymore, with most of the equipment moved elsewhere by the owner so he could put in a fuck bench and a small mattress so that his members were comfortable while enjoying the on-site entertainment. Bret said it was crazy how many so-called straight guys were going in there with him, especially as a lot of them wanted to be fucked raw and didn’t care that he was poz. “You’re such a homewrecker” Justin had teased him. “Or Ground-fucking-Zero in an HIV outbreak in the suburbs” I had added. “Fuck yeah” Bret had responded, laughing. “I don’t fucking care. Straight guys are so hot to fuck with. You should try it!” Justin of course did get involved, and was even getting free membership now from the owner because of how much more business he was bringing in with his guest appearances, but I never did anything there other than blow a couple of guys in the steam room. I liked actually working out or using cardio equipment, my own muscles really starting to pop at last, so I mostly just put music on my headphones and went into my own world. After I’d been to the gym, I decided to go and check out the new flat even though K&K were there that day. I was meeting Andrew later for a drink at the Dragon before my shift, but had nothing else to do and wanted to see how the work was going. I walked over there and went up in the lift, but when I got to the front door I realised the sounds coming from inside were not what I expected. I quietly slid in my key and opened the door very slowly, slipping inside and closing it very gently. I crept down the corridor, and then peeked round into the kitchen-diner. It felt like when I’d first climbed up that drainpipe, looking in and seeing my twin brothers getting up to no good. Jonas and Pavel were both bent over, still wearing their vests but with their jeans round their ankles. Kane was fucking Jonas, and Kieron was pounding into Pavel. The two builders were panting as they got fucked, while taking it in turns to suck on Gheorghe, who was completely naked other than his boots. His body was ripped and hairy, and I saw he was wearing this huge gold cross on a thick Byzantine chain that must have been covered up by his shirt the previous times I had seen him. He was staring down at his team, muttering things to them in a mix of Romanian and English, so he hadn’t noticed me looking round. It was such a hot fucking scene, and I was hard straight away. I had time to kill, and I wanted in if there was going to be sex on offer from these hunky builders, so I just walked into the room. Gheorghe looked up at me and looked shit-scared, but the twins grinned when they their heads and saw me, never slowing their thrusts. “Hey bruv” said Kieron. “Look what fucking happened.” “I can see” I said. “Mr Ballard, we…” Gheorghe began, in his gorgeous accent. “Shhh” I said, holding up my hand. I walked round to stand slightly behind the Romanian, and put my hand on his buttocks. “You are supposed to be making sure these guys are working” I said, winking towards Kieron. “I try but…” Gheorghe started saying, but stopped and moaned as I suddenly pushed a finger into his hole. “I think I’m going to have to fuck you too” I said, “as punishment.” “Yes” he panted. “Please fuck me.” I gave another thrust with my finger, making the man moan and throw his head back. “Did you tell them?” I asked Kieron. “Course we fucking told them” growled Kane, still pounding into Jonas. “They asked about the tattoos” said Kieron, pausing his own thrusts into Pavel. “They were like fucking animals after that.” “Is that so?” I said, leaning over to Gheorghe’s ear. “You three want these poz cocks inside you?” “Yes!” he yelled, closing his eyes as I pushed my finger into his hole again. “I want poz cock.” I looked down at his hands on the heads of the other two builders, his gold wedding ring standing out. “You’re married?” I asked. “In Romania” he panted. “I have wife in Romania.” “But here in the UK you fuck men” I said. “In Romania I fuck men” he said. “But have wife too.” “Kids?” I asked. “No” he replied. “Two children. Boy and girl. But not mine.” “What?” I asked. “Wife fuck everyone” he said. “I use condoms.” I laughed out loud, any doubts about fucking a family man gone. He was a big closet case, maybe his parents had forced him to get married, and now he was here in the UK away from his wife and she was probably glad to have him gone. But I was glad to have him here, the big tall, hairy, muscled stud that he was, and it was time to get inside him. I led him over to the kitchen counter, bent him over and then went down to rim him a bit. Then I stood up, put my cock at his hole, and pushed in with ease. I paused to look over at the others, Jonas and Pavel now leaning on each other’s shoulders and making out as the twins fucked them, with K&K’s biohazard trampstamps covered in sweat as they pounded. The sight of that made me even hornier, and I began to push in and out. Gheorghe quietly moaned as I began to fuck him, but he fucking loved it and the ease with which I had got inside him made it clear that he did this a lot. I hoped he topped too though, because I wanted him to return the favour after this and fucking pound me senseless. Gheorghe eventually propped himself up a bit more as I started hammering into him, and then he noticed someone’s cigarettes and lighter sitting nearby on the counter. He reached for them, and while he was rocking back and forth, he lit up two and then held one out for me. I was maybe planning to have a rule about smoking indoors now that we had a balcony we could use, but this room was being completely re-done so I didn’t care about it at the moment. I gladly took the cigarette, stuck it between my lips to puff on, and then reached forward to grab the back of his chain. I pulled it back so the huge cross was against his neck, and then really went to town on him. He more loudly groaned as I sped up, both of us puffing on the cigarettes until he grabbed a dirty mug for us to chuck them in. I let go of his chain, grabbed his hips, and fucked like crazy as my load was brewing. “You want my toxic fucking cum in you?” I yelled. “Yes!” he panted. “Answer me!” I yelled. “Do you want me to fill you with my poz load?” “Infect me!” he growled. “Cum in me!” That was enough, and I kept thrusting as I blew inside of him. He moaned as he felt my pulsing in his hole, almost sobbing in pleasure. We both calmed down, and then I slid out of him slowly. His cock was rock hard, so I hopped up on the counter and threw my legs back to expose my hole. He dived towards me and thrust inside in one go, starting to fuck me like an animal straight away. It was dry and rough but I fucking loved it, and even though he looked like he was about to blow straight away, he lasted a good amount of time and really worked me over before he put his neg load in my poz hole. The twins were still fucking Pavel and Jonas, who were now propping themselves on their own knees and staring down at the floor. “Both blown once already” growled Kieron, when he saw me staring at him. That explained how they were still going, and I kind of envied the younger builders a bit as I loved it when a top could just keep fucking after the first load and then last a lot longer before the second. Bret was really good at that. But K&K had been going so long that the second loads didn’t take much longer, after which they pulled out of the gaping and dripping holes of the two Eastern European studs. “Does your father know?” I asked Jonas, once he had recovered a bit. He looked a bit nervous, glancing around all of us, but then nodded. “He fuck me” he said. “He catch me with boy, and now he fuck me. My uncle fuck me too.” “Holy fuck” said Kane. “Does he know you take poz cock?” Kieron asked. Jonas looked down at the floor and then shook his head. “I want be poz” he said, quite quietly. “Don’t worry” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “We’ll get you fucking pozzed by the time all this work is done.” We talked a bit more, telling them that Bret and Justin would also be happy to give and take loads with them. Pavel was really fluent in English, and told us about fleeing his village in Poland to come to the UK as soon as he could because he was scared to be gay there. He also admired our tattoos, and told us his plans for adding to his already amazing ink once he converted. He and Jonas both admired our chains, and I let them try on all of mine in the bathroom so they could check themselves out in the mirror. I decided there and then to make sure they got some bling from us as gifts when the work was all done, as they just looked so fucking hot wearing my collection. Eventually, though, Gheorghe got guilty about how much time had been spent fucking, so they all used the shower and then got back to their jobs. Kane said he would stay, and Kieron and I left to go home and chill before my shift. Kieron was doing a solo video that night for Grant, apparently getting spit-roasted and double-fucked by two farmer cousins outside town somewhere, so he wanted to rest too. “Why no Kane?” I asked him as we walked back. “We’re both doing more solo stuff now” he replied. “Even when we go off together, Grant is filming and publishing a lot of it separately. Says he wants to make the twin stuff a bit less regular and more special, or some shit.” “Cool” I said. “Yeah” Kieron said. “It is actually. It’s like it makes it more special for us to be together at home too.” “Yeah?” I asked. “Yeah. I really fucking love him.” I put my arm round my brother, and we went the rest of the way home in comfortable silence. I used to hate his guts when I was a kid, but now Kieron was like my best friend. I loved my life.

Thanks for that response. I'll be the first to admit that I don't pay much attention to the Maga crowd, and I don't possess any affinity with them. Maybe there's more to the Epstein mess than just raping drugged-up young women, but there has to be some reason beyond the obvious.

While I am happy to suck off a single cock here and there, it is, without a doubt, much more fun to spend hours at the adult bookstore sucking off multiple strangers. I love working the gloryhole very much, but I also love sucking men of in the theater areas so other men can watch me get used. One of my favorite things is to be on my knees or laying on my back begging a man to give me his cum as he jerks off over my face with an audience. I always hope the other men will add their cum to his. Interestingly, most of the time they do not. However, I often get them later on at the hole. Some men just don't want to do it publicly. Me, I absolutely LOVE sucking cock in front of other people. And, once I get that first cock in my mouth, I can't stop until I have to leave for work or some other responsibility.

An amazing journey, both in terms of sexually and literature. A nasty pleasure to peep in your fabulously twisted mind.

lucky for me I had a Stepdad who was a Deviant Sexual predator and I was trained and his boy fo 12 years so at 17yo i had experience

No CBT for me at all

I sucked a few guys off in the middle of the street at Folsom Street fair

Don't how how I missed this but I have to add my take. To quote my first man, "sexy comes in all shapes, sizes, colors and ages!" I've lived by those words ever since and FUCK, he was right! For me, it's all about the man and the human race is all that matters. Yep, I look white, but I'm multicultural by injection/ingestion. Variety is the spice of life and I love spice!

PART 3 Joel was shaken . . . and he was amazed. The shorter man had made no sounds of protest. He had swallowed that load of cum and then had allowed another man to unleash his own cum load into his ass. Joel's head was spinning. Never had he ever imagined such things happening. Now, he had witnessed it with his own eyes. Joel looked down at his towel and found it being stretched tight from the pressure being applied by his own dick. Joel left the steam room and hesitantly walked back toward his room. At the top of the steps to the basement, he heard a voice and turned toward it. Standing in front of him was a black man. He was about 6 feet tall, weighed about 160 pounds, had a nicely muscled body, a shaved head, full beard and moustache, and had his left nipple pierced with a big bar sticking through it. Joel shook his head hesitantly. "Are you okay, dude," the man asked again. "You look a bit shaken up. Do you need help back to your room? Are you diabetic?" The man quietly kept asking him questions seemingly concerned. Joel shook his head and said, "No, I'm fine. Thank you. I . . . I . . . I just witnessed a man give a blow job to one man and then get fucked by another in the steam room. Neither of the men used a condom. I'm not used to seeing such." Joel walked on to his room and let himself in. He sat on the bed rehashing what he had just witnessed. All he had wanted to do was to enjoy the steam not watch a porn show. One thing puzzled Joel though: He had seen his own dick react to the two scenes. Even now his dick was hard just thinking about it. What was happening? Was this normal? He had always thought in his mind how repulsive the thought of sex between men was. But, now that he had seen it somewhat up close he didn't know. There was a knock at his door that brought Joel to his senses. Who could that be? He didn't know anyone. He opened it and saw the black man who had offered help. "Yes?" Joel asked. "Man, you were shaken back there," the quiet bass voice cooed. "I thought you were going back down the steps head first from the way you were swaying. You need at least to drink some water for me dude. Coming out of the steam room, you need to replenish and hydrate yourself. Come on now. I'm not taking no for an answer." His calming voice eased Joel's mind as the man twisted open the bottle of water and held it out to him. "Come on now; drink it all down." Joel nodded and took the bottle. He tilted the bottle upward and began swallowing the contents. It tasted stale and stopped. Joel frowned looking at his waterman. But, he tipped the bottle once more and finished it off. "It tastes a little odd," Joel said. "but, I do thank you." "Yeah, it's a cheap brand they sell here," the black man said quietly and smiled.