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So I’ve been taking loads at the bath houses and sex parties for years now. Usually averaging 7-10 on a bad day and 15-18 on a good day. Once I get to those higher numbers I start to really enter goon mode but either I’m out of hours at the bath or the sex parties have dried up. so it was always a fantasy of mine to host a dump and dump at a sleepy motel. During this last San diego pride I finally decided to go for it. I paid for sniffies plus and hosted a group. I wasn’t getting much action until I started posting in the public forum every hour about my pump and dump and how I was no loads refused. this worked too well. Many guys just sent requests and dick pics. I got about 71 rsvps. I was pretty aware that not all would show up. day of I clean out and start taking pre-loads. Basically inviting guys over early to seed me. one guy was actually going to help me manage the crowd to make sure things didn’t get too wild. then I decided to tape the door and posted the room number. first guy was a chubby guy and I sucked his dick before he pounded me doggy style and blew his wad in my hole. As he was cumming woken else came and immediately left saying “I didn’t think anyone else would be here” I laughed and told him many guys were bound to show up- he leaves. another chubby guy shows up and is super verbal and compliments are pouring out of him. It makes my dick hard and I drop to my knees and jerk myself off while i suck him and then bend over the bed. He pounds hard and fast my hole starts to hurt. I take a hit of poppers and i relax while he pounds harder and harder and finally cums. this really turns on my room monitor and he slips in right after. He makes me lie down flat and just pounds my hole before cumming in me. I love that he breeds me. it’s a little slow but then around 4:30 it picks up and I get 4 guys in the room at once. I suck all their cocks (I hate when cum dumps don’t suck dick) my mouth is a cum dump too!! that being said I turn around and put my ass in the air and decided not to look back, first guy is big and starts plowing, he pulls out and I feel a different dick slip in. This guys is small and jabbing my hole fast and I take another hit of poppers. He cums in me and I hear him leave while yet another dick enters me. this guy is huge and my hole is starting to get sore, I take a huge hit of poppers to make it stop complaining and then I become a goon. He pounds hard and fast and finally screams the word “faggot” as he cums in me. He kisses my back and thanks me. I feel guy number 1 slip back in, he lays me flat and pounds away, I spread my legs out and tell him “ go for it “ giving him permission to pound me into oblivion. he pounds me and my hole is sloppy and sloshy and making tons of noise. He’s big but I barely feel anything because my hole is so open and sloppy. he whispers in my ear “when was the first time u got fucked?” ”19” I say he pounds faster he whispers “ you let anyone fuck you? Even dirty old men?” I say “yeah I let anyone fuck me who needs a hole, my faggot pussy is for men to use when they need to get off “ he pounds faster and cums deep in my guts. He’s breathing deeply and collapses in me and finally pulls out slowly and I feel my hole leak some cum. he thanks me and leaves, I look back and I see another guy. I totally forgot I had one more to go. I turn back around and put my fanny in the air and this guy slips in easy and pounds me silly but busts quick and leaves. this entire time guys are marking me with tallies and I am loving it. my room monitor says he’s going to get some food and I decided to stay ass up. I hear someone enter but I don’t look back, I assume it’s my room monitor but it’s not, I feel a new dick enter me this guy pounds me and Moans with every thrust. He’s very verbal in a moaning type of way. He pump and cums in me and marks me and leaves. my room monitor come back and laughs at how slutty I am. He puts his food down and fucks me again but doesn’t cum, he just wanted to feel my sloppy hole cause it felt good. as he’s thrusting 6 more guys enter the room, I decided to put a blind fold on and just feel sick after dick enter me, cum in me and leave. another man enters who is way out of my league. i suck his cock relentlessly and almost make him cum, I pull away and he bends me over and pounds me fast and moans so loudly I become concerned we are going to get a noise complaint. another man enters. He’s older and wait for the hotties to pull out, he slips in right aways and his tiny cock feels like nothing and like heaven all at once. He blows his load. i get another wave of a handful of guys a few more times and by the end my hole is starting to really give up. I power through all guys in the room and collect all their loads and my hole is sloppy. one more man enters and I I for him he will be the last and he decides to duck my on my back and I am struggling to take his dick but then I hear my hole make the sloppy noises so loud y in this position and I take more poppers and force my body to submit to me. He pounds away with my blessing and cums in me and my hole is destroyed I couldn’t keep the loads in even if I tried. At this point my room monitor decides to head home and I thank him. But after I feel some cum run down my leg from my hole. I can’t stop. I message some more guys on sniffies and have two more come over. they both take turns pounding me and my home is really fighting me now. I take more and more poppers and they both cum. I can’t stop, I get another guy over and I suck him silly and he blows his load in my hole just as he almost cums from my mouth I get another guy and his friend over and let them cum in my mouth which I loved but made me sad it wasn’t in my hole, I spit out the loads and try to finger them into my own ass. I am a mess covered in tally marks and cum all over my hole and chest and face. I get another guy over and I don’t even bother to wipe the cum hanging off my chin. I can tell he’s not really into the look but I don’t care. I give him my ass and he fucks me but I can tell he’s hesitant, he cums and quickly leaves. At this point I can’t take anymore. But I get one more message from a guy who wants to cuddle and breed me. I was tired and spent and this sounded nice. I asked him to bring me food and he agrees and I showed and clean up. he show up with McDonald’s and I scarf it down as I haven’t eaten in a full day in preparation. It’s hard to finish the food but it’s so needed and I drink more Gatorade. As I’m eating I noticed my fingers are slightly blue and I know I went a little hard with the poppers but I feel fine. They return to normal after 30 minutes or so. we start to cuddle and I can tell he’s very sweet and gentle but really wants to cum. After we cuddle for an hour I finally push my ass against his cock and reach behind me to lube up his cock. I let him in and it’s rough but doable. I get on all fours and he starts thrusting, he’s soft and gentle and it feels amazing. I know not to take anymore poppers at this point. he cums pretty quickly and thanks me. He starts getting dressed and leaves. I head to the bath room and record myself pushing out all the loads I collected. 34 loads were in my pussy and 2 in my mouth. It was heaven. I clean up and fall asleep. The next days I take about 6 loads in my hotel room but my hole was digging me the entire time. this was amazing and now my favorite way to take loads. I went to a sex party the weekend after and only got a measly 7 loads and was so upset lol. im planning to take more loads and try to hit 40 during Palm Springs pride! My cunt is available for anyone to use, my one rule is no drugs. Otherwise I would love to let the whole city cum in my guts.

My dad looked like a rabbit in headlights, and I knew I needed to make him know it was OK. I stepped over to him and took him in a hug, his body initially being stiff but he relaxed eventually as I held him. “I’m so embarrassed” he whispered. “Don’t be” I replied. “You’re not doing anything the rest of us haven’t done.” “But you’re my son” he said. “You should never have had to…” “Dad, stop” I said, pulling back a bit so I could see his face. “Listen to me. I think it’s fucking awesome.” “You do?” “Yes” I said. “I saw fucking sparks flying with you and Gheorghe the moment you first met him. He’s a great guy and I think it’s fucking awesome.” “But the sex…” he started. “The sex is how sex should be” I said. “You want it, you’re both adults, so what’s the fucking problem?” “I suppose” he said. “Besides” I said, smiling at him, “you’ve got four sons who are all cum hungry bottoms who got themselves pozzed. We had to have got that from somewhere.” He chuckled, then pulled me back into a hug again. “So you’re really OK with this?” he softly asked. “Of course I fucking am” I said, “and so are Kane, Kieron, Bret and everyone else.” He stiffened again in my arms. “They know?!” he squealed. “Shhhh Dad” I said. “There’s no secrets in this family anymore. Not when it comes to sex anyway.” I held him for a bit longer until he had relaxed, and then marched him off to the new coffee shop at the edge of the estate. Everyone had scoffed about it when it opened, but it was always busy and had not had any noticeable impact on trade at the Dragon. Although a lot of the customers were women, when checking it out I had also realised there was definitely potential there for finding new conquests, particularly amongst the middle class types now buying or privately renting flats on the estate that had originally been sold off under Right To Buy. But the other thing it was good for was taking Dad out without it being a pub or bar, places he hoped to be able to go again eventually but wasn’t ready for yet. We got a couple of takeaway lattes as the place was full of kids, and instead went and sat on a bench by the lake. Without prompting, Dad just started talking about Gheorghe, and the uncertainty and insecurity he had about it all, but also how happy it made him feel when he was with the guy. He also talked about the sex, and how it made him feel alive for the first time in years. As I just sat and listened, he told me that Gheorghe had suggested using condoms, and that it was only then that he himself realised he didn’t want that. What he wanted was all of Gheorghe, but also to feel closer to his sons. “Dad, you don’t have to get yourself infected to be close to us” I said. “I know that son, somewhere in this messed up head of mine I know that” he replied. “But this isn’t coming from there, it’s coming from here.” He tapped his hand on his chest, and then looked at me. “Jesus Dad, are you sure?” I asked. “I mean, I think it’s fucking hot and all, but are you sure?” “I am son” he said. “I don’t know why, but I am.” We changed subjects, talking a bit about the renovations on the old flat, and also Dad’s plans for getting a gym routine going again as he had not worked out properly since leaving the centre. Bret had offered him a membership at his place, and Dad told me he was going to accept after having thought for a while about how he might feel to be there while Bret was in the storeroom. I suggested we could get Will to be his personal trainer which he thought sounded good, and agreed I would work with him as well to help him stay motivated. We also talked about his therapy sessions, and I appreciated how honest he was about his fears and doubts on whether it would all work in the long term. We had just both finished our coffees when Gheorghe called him, and I knew from Dad’s face that he was being summoned. “Go on” I said, smiling. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “Luke” he said with a smirk, “is there anything you wouldn’t actually do?” “Women” I replied with a laugh. “But otherwise, no.” He gave me a grin and then hurried off to meet up with Gheorghe, and after sitting and looking at the lake for a while I wandered back to the flat. By the time I got there I was in the mood, so unceremoniously stripped and bent over in the lounge before calling out to Bogdan and Mihai to come and join me. The thrust of Mihai’s cock into my hole is just what I needed, and then I settled my hands on Bogdan’s hips and hungrily swallowed his cock down to the base. A good half hour of being skewered from both ends by the hunky decorators is just what I needed, helping me relax and stop worrying about Dad. Once I had taken both load we tossed a coin, and shortly afterwards I plunged into Bogdan while Mihai went back to work in a bit of a sulk. Fortunately Justin popped back on his break, so I got him to go and fuck the guy before he made himself a sandwich. James and Will came by the pub later, and I chatted to them for a bit outside while having a smoke. They both seemed happy, being in that great early stage of a relationship when they were having sex round the clock and then talking a lot the rest of the time to get to know each other even better. James was of course visiting the sauna quite regularly, using it to get all the extra loads he needed while Will was doing much the same in the storeroom at the gym. James undid his jacket to show off the chunky silver Byzantine choker chain he had bought himself, which I could imagine must look great on his naked muscled body when he was on all fours doing his favourite thing. Zac and Shane also came by, and the rest of the student housemates joined them later. They were a bit nervous about hanging around on an estate, but the vibe out on the terrace in the unseasonably warm weather soon relaxed them. They all showed off the matching biohazard tattoos they had got on their lower backs, excitedly telling me about the scorpions they were all going to get on each side of their torsos above their hips. When my brothers and the rest of the guys arrived, the housemates told us about some of their first conquests on campus, with Dean being crowned the winner for having got the captain of the football 1st team into bed. When I took the opportunity to go on a break from the bar later in the evening, I found myself out on the terrace just looking round this crowd of men all sitting together laughing, smoking and drinking. I was hit with the realisation about how lucky I was to be part of this crazy ensemble, and how free and happy everyone looked. But it was when I turned my attention to the members of my own unusual household that it really hit home. Kane and Kieron were now two of my best friends, the years of animosity between us forgotten. Pavel and Jonas had only softened them even further, and all I felt for the twins was love. There was Justin, a man I fell in love with a little more every day, and who looked at me in a way that made me shiver with excitement every time. Then, of course, there was Bret. No words could ever do justice there, and I had given up trying. But when we caught each other’s eye, the look between us was all I needed to know what it all meant. “You OK bruv?” he whispered to me, after pretending to go the loo but instead pulling me aside. “Yeah” I said, slipping my arm round him given we were out of sight of anyone but our own crowd. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.” Bret turned to where I was looking, and then I felt his arm come round me. “How lucky we all are” he said. He turned back to me, looked into my eyes, and then leaned down. I planted my lips on his, and disappeared into the happiest place a person could ever be. ————— EPILOGUE As much as we all fucking popped in those outfits, it was a relief to get out of them and instead change into the outfits that we would be wearing for the after-party. Bret in particular had got me very hot under the collar with how he’d looked in the tailored suits we’d worn for the ceremony and reception, but of course he looked even better in the black tank top, leather chaps and boots we’d all be wearing for the rest of the night. Kilos of silver rounded out our looks, and we were ready to party. I did love that Dad and Gheorghe had gone in this direction. Watching them exchange vows and rings in such a classic ceremony was nice, and the venue for the reception was so nicely decorated that it almost demanded we stay in the smart suits, white shirts and silver ties we brothers had all worn as the groomsmen. But that was then, and this was now. The third stage of the wedding was probably underway already at the bar in town, and it was time for the happy couple and us four brothers to get over there too. Suits gone, kinky gear on, lube in holes, and we were good to go. The night was kind of hilarious, with Dad and Gheorghe sitting up on the stage on their ridiculous throne calling out instructions over the sound system while the DJ continued to drop banger after banger. It was a party, and we Ballard brothers were the entertainment. As new commands were barked out by an increasingly inebriated pair of newlyweds, we danced, we drank, we smoked, and we fucked. Dad got the most glee from watching his eldest be routinely buggered by whoever he picked out of the crowd next, with Bret just giving him a grin and rolling his eyes each time. My brother was very happy of course, the most truthful version of himself being the one who took any cock, all cocks, and made the top feel like a superstar in the process. The rest of us got to mix things up quite a bit, with Pavel, Jonas and Justin having been drafted in for this activity given they were part of the family too. We weren’t the only ones having this kind of fun of course, the whole room being a sea of writhing bodies and thrusting movements. Grant had really come through, managing to reunite so many of the men who had featured in the films we’d made over the years, so the place was packed and the sex was abundant. The barracks contingent were here too, being the only ones required to wear something other than leather and chains. Bret had laughed out loud when we arrived, seeing his mates already stripped out of everything but their boots and camo tops, all bent over taking cock after cock in the special corner of the bar that had been done up like an army camp especially for their presence. The captain in particular looked like he was enjoying himself immensely, all traces of his past panic and fear now gone. Another popular corner of the bar was the one where a small football net and some fake turf had been wedged into a gap. Dean and Jamie waved at us from there when we arrived, while jointly overseeing the continued corruption of the uni’s football squads alongside the head coach. Taking down that man had ensured the two postgraduates would always have access to the most athletic students on the campus, and five of them had been brought along to offer some alternative entertainment for the guests. This year’s captain of the 1st team already had their stamp tattooed on one of his buttocks, but he was still a very willing participant alongside the four newbies who were still on the journey that so many had gone on before. But all that aside, the area in front of the stage was where the main event was taking place. Dad had wanted nothing more than to be able to watch his sons do what they do best on his wedding day, and we were honoured to oblige for him. The amazing transformation he had gone on had given us back our father, now a happy, successful, stable man who made us all feel incredibly proud. The hunky Romanian man at his side was the best thing that could have ever happened to him, and their love for each other was every bit as deep and strong and authentic as what we brothers all enjoyed in our own lives. Looking up at the two of them sitting there, almost ignoring the cock barrelling through my insides as I watched them, I noticed how the the white gold wedding rings on their fingers were glistening in the spotlight. The subtle, understated biohazards on their pecs had been their first mark of commitment to each other, and now that Gheorghe had finally extricated himself from the mess in Romania, the rings were a sign that they had bonded in the traditional way that both of them had craved. We brothers would never be able to follow their lead ourselves, but that did not dampen our happiness at the family finally being complete. I took a moment to look around, smiling as I saw all four of us brothers were currently being the bottoms we really were deep down. I looked beyond to the men waiting in the wings, finding more amusement in the number of faces I recognised from the estate and all of our antics over the last couple of years. By this point everyone living there had to have a friend or neighbour who now had a sting in their tail, and I knew there were plenty more opportunities to be had. The Ballard Brothers. With the four of us together, bolstered by our lovers and friends, we were unstoppable. From our humble, fractious and bratty beginnings, we had formed the strongest bonds imaginable and opened up a whole army of men to the joy that can be found when you let go and be yourself. Through our leadership, influence and guidance, guys had escaped unhappy relationships, found friends and companions in unlikely places, and embraced all that life had to offer. We really had become The Kings of the Estate… THE END ————— Yes, I’m afraid that’s it. Rather than losing mojo and abandoning the story, something I have been guilty of before, I’ve decided to wrap up our time on the Ballard estate here. The fact that I’ve written 27 parts tells you that I rather fell for these characters, but all good things must come to an end… But, you may ask, who the effing hell were those guys from the barracks? What did I miss? Well, partly inspired by a message sent to me by a reader, but also just because I kind of love the guy, I think it’s time that Bret took the storytelling reins from Luke and went off on a side quest to right some wrongs. What will he be getting up to back on base? Who else might be involved? Just how much bigger might his chains get by the end of it? Stay tuned, and we’ll be back with the hunky stud soon enough. For now, it’s farewell from the Ballards. Thanks for all the lovely comments along the way, and I hope you enjoyed this conclusion.

Chapter One I’m Dan, 35, stand right at six-foot, decent worked out dad-bod from having just finished a two-year stint in the big house for some white-collar bullshit and boy does it feel good to be home. I was released last week and earlier today I got the keys to my new apartment. The place is a fucking showpiece, and I am standing in the middle of my living room wearing nothing but a pair of tight briefs, rubbing my cock and looking around soaking in my new digs—floor-to-ceiling windows framing a neon-drenched city skyline, the lights pulsing like a heartbeat across polished hardwood floors. Marble counters gleam under recessed LEDs, a bar cart in the corner holds a bottle of 18-year-old Macallan, its amber glow catching the light. Modern art—jagged red and black slashes—hangs on the walls, and a low beat of music pumping from hidden speakers, blending with the city’s distant thrum. Amazing how different a person’s life can be in a mere matter of days. It’s my first night here, a fresh start after wasting the past 24 months of my life doing time with a bunch of (mostly) idiots. I sprawl out on my black leather couch and push my briefs down to my thighs, a crystal tumbler of whiskey in one hand, the other beginning to stroke my seven-inch long and beer can thick cock, feeling it pulse in my hand, I take a deep relaxing breathe enjoying some privacy for the first time in literal years. My skin is tingling, my breath heavy, the city lights painting my bare chest in blues and pinks. I sit up and grab the torch and my pipe off the coffee table and fish out the fresh bag of tina I bought earlier, and I light up, letting the drug take over. The tina – a fun new habit that I actually picked up in prison – rushes over me and as I blow my first big cloud I look down at my cock between my legs and watch it swell up and throb, the tina clearly doing its thing. My heart drops and I’m quickly on my feet as I hear my front door swing open—no knock, no warning—a feel liquid splashing onto my chest, my cock, and down to my toes as my unexpected guest causes me to spill a cool $100 worth of whiskey. I spin around so fast my hard cock hits my thigh with an audible thud and I see this kid wearing what looks like fucking overalls standing frozen in the doorway, like he’s walked into a trap. The kid, who I later learn is named Zach, is 19 and the dude is rocking a seriously buff body, five-foot-ten, messy brown hair spilling from a backward cap, his navy maintenance jumpsuit—all grease and dirt stained—clinging to his buff frame and hiding what I later find out to be a body covered in some very well done tattoos. He is clutching a battered toolbox, a screwdriver dangling, his green eyes wide with panic, sweat beading on his forehead. “What the fuck!?” I roar, yanking my briefs up, my heart slamming, my thick cock still half-hard causing me to fight with it a bit to get it back in my underwear. I look at this kid with rage knowing the moment I waited two years to enjoy is now shattered and it’s his fault. “Who the hell are you, barging into my place at—” I glance at the wall clock, its sleek hands ticking past 11:47 PM—“almost fucking midnight?!” Zach stumbles back, the toolbox crashing on my beautiful freshly waxed hardwood floor, tools scattering—a wrench skids under the coffee table, a tape measure spins across the floor, a hammer thuds against the baseboard, and this shit-show is starting to really piss me off. “Oh awesome, yeah man go ahead and fuck up my new floors. Shit while you’re at it go ahead and throw a hammer through my goddamn television bro”, I growl at him with words drenched in condescending sarcasm. “Oh shit, I-I’m-fuck man, I am SO sorry dude, errr I mean, fuck, I am so sorry, sir!” he stammers, his voice cracking, his face flushing red. “I’m Zach, sir, maintenance. I work for the building. I misread the work order—thought it said 17B, not 17D. New tenant is moving in tomorrow and I have to go over this punch list and I just…I’m an idiot.. This was a mistake sir, I swear! And I didn’t see nothing anyway!” Even from a distance I can see his hands tremble, raised in surrender, his eyes darting from my glare to the floor, and I catch a flicker of curiosity, lingering on my briefs, where my cock is still thick and ready and the tent it is causing has become unavoidable not to mention I notice one of my balls is refusing to stay inside my underwear. I walk towards him and in seconds I’m in his face growling. “Bro, you think you can just waltz in here?” I snap, inching closer, my voice sharp, slicing through the thick air, the tent in my briefs now pressed up against his leg. “I was in the middle of something private, kid. First bit of privacy I’ve had in a long time and you’ve gone and fucked it up. You have got some fucking balls boy.” The situation is tense, the various lights casting jagged shadows across Zach’s nervous face, I smell the scent of his sweat—salty, mixed with motor oil and some drug store cheap cologne hitting my nose. My anger’s hot, but his youth, his desperation, sparks a different heat, and I notice my cock is now twitching despite myself. Zach drops to his knees, scrambling for his tools, his hands shaking, the jumpsuit pulling tight across his muscular thighs. “Please, sir, don’t tell building management,” he begs, his voice raw, nearly breaking. “I need this job—my boss has been itching to fire me, and this would be the end for me. I am seriously begging sir, please, I will do anything to make it right.” That word—anything—goes straight through my ears and right down to my cock. I take a closer look at him, his green eyes meeting mine, wide and pleading, the bulge in his pants appearing to make them a bit tighter. I cock my head to the side silently wondering if I’m seeing his cock grow in there. I am silent while I weigh my options, watching his chest rising and falling fast, the air thick with tension and I realize that this kid all hidden behind this stupid work jumpsuit is actually really, really fucking hot. I lean against the marble counter, crossing my arms, my cock now hardening fully, straining against my briefs ready to poke a hole right through them. “Anything, huh?” I say, my voice low, a smirk curling my lips, heat spreading like wildfire between us and I slowly begin to rub my cock through the outside of my briefs. “That’s a dangerous promise in this house young Zach.” His eyes are now glued to my cock, his body in a state of shock at what is happening. I reach into my pocket and pull out the bag of T and admire the crystals glinting like diamonds under the LEDs, the sharp tang of my earlier hit still lingering and the rush of the drugs still coursing through my veins doubling my confidence and aggression. I clear my throat so I can reset my voice to something deep but not so threatening and I ask him “So, Zach, you didn’t see anything, is that right?” With his mouth still a little open in shock he clears his throat and shakes his head with a resounding “no”. With a menacing chuckle I push my briefs down to my ankles and let my cock bounce free. “Ever tried this?” I ask, holding up the bag of T, watching his eyes widen as I ignore the fact that my thick hard cock is now standing at full attention pointed right at him. “Uhh, is that” he begins to ask, and I cut him off before he can finish. “It’s crystal meth, Zach. Tina. Its these magic little crystals that will make you feel alive and if you’re lucky it will make you want – no, it will make you NEED to fuck like you’ve never fucked before”, I answered him grabbing my cock with my free hand and giving it a slow stroke. He shakes his head fast, his cap nearly falling. “N-no, never,” he says, his voice shaky. “I don’t do drugs, man. I can’t.” His eyes flick to the pipe on the counter, then to my face, panic flaring, his cock so clearly now pulsing in his jumpsuit. Zach nervously starts playing with his hat moving it as if trying to straighten it somehow and then looks at the ground as he says to me “and uhh sir, I really am awfully sorry about interrupting your night and all. I didn’t mean nothing by it and before you get the wrong idea sir, I just wanted to let you know that well, I have a girlfriend and uhh sir, I’m straight”. I step closer, my bare feet silent, my face now inches from his, each step causing my thick cock to sway and slap against my right leg, then my left, back to my right. My voice a growl, I get less than an inch from his face and whisper in his ear “you want me to keep this quiet?” I say, holding up my phone, thumb hovering over the screen with the building management’s contact pulled up. “Then don’t play shy. You sure as shit weren’t shy when you barged into my apartment catching me with my cock in my hand now were you? So come on man, relax and have a little fun. Since now I know that you DID see something I’m going to need a little leverage here Zach. You’re going to have to take one little hit on this pipe dude, or I’m afraid I’ll be calling your boss as you walk out the door.” His breath hitches, his hands clenching, his eyes darting between the pipe and my phone. “I... I don’t know,” he whispers. “Can’t I just... fix something, clean up, anything else?” I lean in, my breath hot against his ear, seeing this young buff boy quiver under my command now has me so hard I’m starting to leak. “This isn’t a negotiation, kid,” I say, my voice firm. “Take the hit, or you’re done. You said anything—okay, prove it.” With the pipe between my fingers, I extend my hand his way offering him once last chance to redeem himself. He swallows hard and I notice his Adam’s apple bobbing, and after a long moment, he nods, defeated. “Okay,” he whispers. “I’ll do it. One hit, and then I really got to get to work next door sir”. I light the pipe, the flame dancing, the crystals melting into acrid smoke. I take a hit first, the rush slamming my veins like lightning, my senses sharpening— the drug coursing through my veins now making my cock throb even harder. I pass it to Zach, guiding his shaking hands, his lips trembling as he inhales. He coughs a bit, and I notice his body shuddering as the tina hits. His pupils dilate, his shoulders relax, a dazed grin tugging at his lips. “Holy... fuck,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse, his cock now pulsing and throbbing harder, the strain against his pants more now more evident. “Fuck Mr., that’s... intense.” I laugh, clapping his shoulder, my hand lingering on his warm muscle. “Welcome to the ride, kid,” I say, the tina deepening my voice and I begin to squeeze his shoulder. “Ah fuck” I say as I squeeze both shoulders in tandem. “Kid you are tense as fuck. Why don’t you sit down for a minute, and I will rub out some of this stress.” I can tell the kid is debating his options in his head so I bend down, pick up my briefs, and tell him “I can throw these back on if that helps you make up your mind kid”. “Ugh, no sir, it’s cool I don’t mind. It is YOUR apartment after all. Your cock looked like it was getting uncomfortable in there anyway” he responded, the tina making a noticeable different in the boy’s confidence with me. I cock my head back in surprise and respond saying “you been looking at my cock Zach?” I asked him, a smug smile pasted on my face. “Ugh, well…. Mr. that enormous bulge was kinda hard to miss. Pretty sure you could see it from space” Zach replied as he too began to grin, clearly proud of himself for the corny joke. “Is it cool if I hit this again?” he asked me as he reached for the pipe. “Sure kid, smoke as much as you want, but do me a favor and follow me over here to the couch so we can sit for a minute, and if you don’t mind how about you lose the fucking pants on your way. What? I’m supposed to be the only one here walking around my apartment with a bulge you can ‘see from space’, I taunted him. He froze, staring at me and clearly running scenarios through his little jock-boy head. I waited, giving him some time to figure out his next move. When I noticed he started to get a little shifty, his nerves beginning to make him question if this was a good idea after all, I stood up and grabbed my phone, my hard cock pointing directly at him. “Zach, take off your fucking pants and come sit down or I’m making the call. Your choice”. Without saying a word, he took a step toward me as he began to remove his work jump suit. With the work jump suit now on the ground he looked at me directly in the eyes as he peeled off his shirt, revealing a beautiful, toned body covered in colorful tattoos. Next, he unbuckled his pants, and in one swift motion he had pulled them off, now standing in front of me wearing nothing but his boxers. I took the pipe and filled my lungs with a massive cloud of our shared drug, and I tossed the hot pipe on top of the heap of clothes he had just taken off and I grabbed him, putting one hand roughly behind his head and drawing him in close I kissed him, blowing the tina from my lungs into his mouth and watching his eyes grow wide as he realized I was filling him with the drug, his eyes then closing and he let go and began to embraced what was happening. My hands roamed his body, feeling the tight muscles on his young back, sliding them down into his boxers and sliding them down with one hand as the other explored his thick jock ass. I looked down at his big hairy cock and I smiled, grabbing it with one hand as I walked him backwards towards the couch, pushing him down into the cushions. I knelt between his hairy muscular legs causing him to spread them wide and took his cock slowly into my mouth. “Ohhh fuckkkkk” he groaned, as I ran my tongue under the ridges of his cock head and slowly pushed his cock down my throat. I still get hard when I think about how his cock smelled and tasted – the salt from his sweat and his precum mixed together - nothing short of intoxicating. I kissed his inner thighs while slowly stroking his wet cock causing a desperate whimper to escape his chest. I kissed him until I reached his balls, running them through my mouth before taking his cock down my throat once again. He put his hand on the back of my head, and I let him begin to fuck my face. Between the tina coursing through his body and attention I was giving his cock I could tell he was in another world of pleasure. His breathing became more rapid and his thrust down my throat got more intense. I knew he was getting close and would want nothing more than some to release his load and empty his nuts down my throat and just as I knew he was on the edge of a life changing orgasm I pushed him back into the couch, his cock sliding out of my mouth and flopping on his tight hairy stomach. He looked at me with such sad, confused eyes, searching my face trying to figure out why I had stopped the fun. I grabbed the pipe and put it in his hand while slowly stroking his cock. “Hit this again and then follow me to my room. I have something in there I want to show you”. After taking a few generous hits off my pipe, we walked down the hallway towards my bedroom, passing art on the wall that cost me more than this kid would make this year. Turning the corner into my bedroom I watched to see his reaction to the sling I had installed next to my bed, a black leather sling, chains bolted to the ceiling, light from the hallway glinting off the metal. “Whoa….ugh… is that?” he started before I cut him off once again. “A fuck sling? Yeah bud, that is exactly what the fuck it is. I put boys in there when I want them to feel all of me. When I want to go deeper inside them than anyone ever has. Now, do me a favor big guy, and get in” I barked at him. He looked at the sling then back towards me, then back at the sling again. “Get. In. The. Sling.” I growled at him. Zach froze, his tina-fueled eyes wide, his cap slipping off his sweaty head. “A sling?” he says, his voice cracking. “What the hell? Now you want to fuck me? Dude….this is getting out of hand I... I don’t think I can do that man. I mean fuck dude, I’m straight!” He steps back towards the hallway, his cock still throbbing, his body betraying him with his own curiosity. “Can’t I do something else bro? Clean your place, fix your pipes, run your errands, or fuck man how about we go back to the couch and just finish what we were doing out there” he says as he looks back toward the sling, “anything but that” he said as he took a dramatic swallow causing his Adam’s apple to visibly bounce. I stepped closer toward him, my chest inches from him, my cock pressing up against him. “No deal, kid,” I growl, my phone in hand again, thumb grazing the screen. “You want me to keep quiet? Okay. I know how to keep a secret. But my silence has a price. Get in the sling.” I growl. “Now.” “But, ugh, Mr.”, he started to protest. I cut him off again. “I am not ‘Mr.’, kid. Stop calling me that. I am Daddy. When you are in my apartment and ESPECIALLY when I allow you in my sling you know me only as Daddy. Understood?” His eyes widen, his breath shaky. “Daddy? That’s... weird,” he says, his voice trembling. “I can’t do this, man. It’s too much.” I grabbed his cock and gave it a rough, hard squeeze while telling him “Zach, this rock hard cock in my hand is telling me you want this. You said anything, right? You walked into my apartment and caught me with my thick hard cock in my hand and of all the things to offer – all of the ways to fix that situation – you CHOSE to offer me ‘anything’. You want this Zach. So be a man and not a little pussy bitch and get the fuck in the sling for daddy” I say, my voice unrelenting, the tina fueling my dominance. “Daddy is here to protect you from those fuck-heads downstairs in the management office. And Daddy is here to make sure you have a good time tonight, but you need to trust me.” I grabbed his cock and slowly stroked him again as I whispered in his ear “remember how Daddy made you feel a few minutes ago? You get in my sling, and I promise to make you feel that times a thousand.” He swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the sling, the tina and my hand stroking his cock starting to strip away any last resistance. “Fine,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. Looking at me with such adorable pleading wide eyes he says “But...sir, ugh, I mean, Daddy, if it gets too intense you gotta be cool with me jumping out of that thing, okay?.” I nodded, smirking, leading him to the sling. I admire his young tight body as I watch him climb in, the leather creaking, chains swaying, his body exposed, legs spread, eyes wide with fear and tina-fueled anticipation. I lean in between his legs and blow another cloud into his lungs and as I pull back, I let my hands trace the lines of his body while I tell him “Daddy has you son. It’s just you and Daddy here, our private little world. Just us here, our secret world, you can relax.” I put the pipe in his hand and he looks up at me for approval. I bend down on top of him in the sling and kiss him, this time deeply and intense, my hands roaming his face and the back of his head while my tongue explores his mouth. I pull away from our embrace once again and with my face less than an inch from his I tell him in my most gentle voice “Baby boy, you don’t have to ask to use Daddy’s drugs, you understand? If you’re my boy and I’m your Daddy you never have to ask. All of this is yours. Now, take that pipe because I love seeing my big muscle boy get spun and horny for Daddy. I want you to show me the biggest cloud you can possibly blow.” He took the pipe and inhaled deeply, and I encouraged him to keep going. “Thattaboy, don’t stop now. Keep going boy, fuck you’re doing great that is going to be a huge cloud – Zach you are making Daddy SO proud”. I couldn’t help but notice that his cock twitched every time I referred to myself as Daddy. This was going to be fun. As he is lighting the pipe again I grab the lube, my heart pounding, the tina making every detail vivid—the chains’ creak, his skin’s heat and his trembling strong young limbs. He blows a massive cloud above us, and I chuckle, thinking to myself that if he wasn’t spun before he sure as fuck was now. I hand him a bottle of poppers and tell him to take a nice long hit, and as he inhales the popper fumes, I slowly slide a lubed-up finger up and down his ass and then slowly around the outside of his hole. He lets out a deep guttural groan as the poppers work their magic and when I feel his hole begin to relax, I enter him with two slick fingers, slow, deliberate and deep, not stopping until I was knuckle deep, his tightness gripping me, drawing a sharp gasp from the boy. “Fuck, man!” he yelled, his voice trembling, his body tensing and pulling back as much as possible. I pause, my hand on his thigh, my other hand at his hole with my fingers now knuckle deep inside him as I probe searching for the spot that is going to make this boy mine. My voice is now firm, having lost the softness from a few minutes ago as I respond: “That’s Daddy, kid. Not man, or sir or dude or bro. I am Daddy, isn’t that right son?” I ask him as I slide my fingers out and then roughly back inside him. He yelps and his body jumps back a bit, but he nods, and I see tears pricking the corner of his eyes. “Sorry, Daddy,” he whispers, and although he is shaking from nerves, I see his cock laying on his hairy stomach continuing to throb, the tina amplifying everything he is now feeling. I slide my fingers out of his hole and press my cock up against it. He is shaking badly, clearly very nervous about what is coming. “Daddy” he says looking at me with such wide innocent eyes. “Is this going to hurt?” he asks me. This causes me cock to throb, and I can tell he could feel it pulse against tight young hole. “Zach, I’m not going to lie to you”, I tell him. “This is going to hurt badly at first. You feel how hard you’ve made my cock? This is all you boy, you did this” I tell him as I make my cock throb against his hole again. “My cock is so hard and so thick right now because of you, and so yes, when I push inside you buddy it is going to hurt, it might feel like I’m ripping you open but I need you to trust me, okay? If you solider through the pain that my hard cock is about to bring you then I promise it will pass and the pleasure that will replace it will be more intense than anything you’ve ever felt or even thought was possible to feel. Think you can be brave for me and take Daddy’s cock bud? Think you are man enough to take a hard thick cock like the one pushing up against your hole right now?” He nervously bit his lip and looked up at me with a blank stare. “Remember Zach, the pleasure will replace the pain. Now get ready big guy because here it comes” I tell him, as I enter him, slow and deep, my thick hard cock—veined, rock-hard—stretching his tight hole, an unrelenting force opening him up, continuing to get deeper until he had taken all of me, the tina amplifying the burn inside him as he takes every inch. And then, just as I bottom out inside him, he screams, a primal, raw, piercing cry, his body tensing, tears now spilling down his cheeks. “Fuckkkk! Fuck Daddy, fuck it hurts so bad! It hurts too much, please take it out Daddy please” he yells, his hands clutching the chains so tight his knuckles are white as a ghost, the sling beginning to rock wildly. “Ughhh Daddy it’s too much!” His cock softens slightly, his body shuddering, his tear-streaked face screwed in racked in agony. “Breathe, Zach,” I say, my voice steady. You took all of me son, you have every inch of your dad inside you” I say to him as I lean down and kiss him. “I am so proud of you son” I whisper as I begin to pull back and stand in between him. “Okay son, you’ve taken all of me like I knew you could. Now blow a cloud for me while I’m inside you” I order him. He obeys and I feel him relax a little as he exhales the cloud. I grab the poppers and give him a good shake before putting them under his nose telling him “you’re doing so good son, making your dad so fucking proud. Now I need you to inhale these deeply until you can’t inhale anymore, understand?” He obeys again, inhaling so deep I wonder if he is going to pass out when he feels the poppers hit. When I hear him exhale I also feel him relax and the vice grip his ass had around my cock begins to release a bit. I watch his eyes roll back in his head as he offers me a desperate moan. “Ahhhh that’s my fucking boy. I can feel you relaxing son, fuck you’re doing so well. Now dad is going to start fucking you” I tell him, my thrusts gentle, giving him time to adjust. “The tina’s gonna make it feel so good. Fuck son you feel amazing. That’s it. Relax for dad, open up and let dad inside. In and out, in and out, fuck boy you feel so good, that’s right baby, in and out, all the way in and all the way out”. Zach’s cock has come back to life, now standing at full attention and beginning to leak at I slowly slide inside him and press my cockhead up against his spot. I pass him the pipe again and told him it’s time for another big hit. “Another already dad?” He hesitates, then obeys and inhales, coughing, the tina hitting hard, his body relaxing even more, his cock now throbbing in between us. “Okay, Daddy,” he gasps, his voice shaky but desperate for more. “It’s... better now. It’s feeling better, ughhh fuck its feeling good, so good, you can give me more Daddy I’m ready.” My thrusts deepen, the sling rocking, chains creaking in rhythm. “Yeah? Its feeling good now baby?” I ask him as I pick up the pace, starting to really fuck him now. “How’s Daddy’s cock feel now?” I ask, my hands gripping the chains, my cock so hard and thick, hitting the deep spots within him, claiming and owning him fully. His moans shift, pain fading to pleasure, the drugs taking over, amplifying every thrust. “So fucking full, man,” he gasps, his body arching, his cock throbbing, precum dripping. I pause, my voice sharp. “That’s Daddy, Zach. Don’t make me remind you again” I growl as I pull fully out and slam my cock back inside him. He nods, wincing at the pain. “Sorry, Daddy,” he says, his voice raw. “Fuck daddy your cock is...fucking incredible. Please keep going, deeper daddy go deeper” he begs. The tina’s got us wired, the room pulsing, the music thumping in my chest and my cock continues to claim him. “You like Daddy’s cock stretching you?” I growl, my thrusts steady, hard, deep and unforgiving, hitting sensitive spots that make him moan louder. My voice raising above his moans I demand him “Tell me, kid. Tell me what Daddy’s cock is doing to you.” His moans grow raw, I feel his body now fully surrendering. “Fuck, Daddy! Ugh I don’t know how to describe it, its like you are filling me up, ughhh so fucking full, but I can never be full enough,” he says, his voice breaking, “I will never have enough of you Daddy!” he cries out.“ Your dick’s so big... feels so good, please daddy don’t stop.” For him, it’s a revelation—pain turning to euphoria, the sling’s vulnerability making him feel alive. For me, it’s power—his moans, his tightness, the tina making every thrust electric, this strong young buck being fully owned by me, taking him to places nobody else ever could. The city lights spill through the window, the lights and his tattoos painting his skin in neon, the apartment our private world. I lean closer, my breath hot against his neck, my thrusts now relentless. “You’re Daddy’s boy tonight,” I groan, my cock filling him with precision. He moans, his eyes glassy, tears dried, replaced by hunger. “It feels so fucking good, Daddy,” he gasps, his cock pulsing and untouched. “Love how you’re fucking me. Love being your boy, Daddy, please daddy please never stop!” I grab his cock and the second my hand wraps around his meat his climax hits, explosive, his cock pulsing in my hand as thick ropes of cum shoot and then spills across his chest and stomach, the tina making his orgasm feel endless. “Oh my fucking God Daddy Daddy DADDDDYYYYY!” he cries as he begins to bust, his body shuddering, his green eyes wide. “Fuck son look at that load you gave me” I tell him as my thrust now slam in and out of him. “Daddy needs to cum now baby. Where should Daddy put his load son?” “Please give me your load Daddy, please cum inside me and make me fully yours, please daddy please” he begs. I grab the chains of the sling as I release the violent roar from deep within me and I begin to fill him, ropes of my cum shooting deep inside him. We collapse, him in the sling, me against the frame, both panting, the tina’s buzz pulsing. I summon the strength to brush his hair out of his eyes and slowly pump in and out of him a few more times, making he moan and grip the chains once again. As I pull out and kiss the hair plastered to his forehead he looks up at me with those big green eyes and asks “You won’t tell, Daddy?”, his voice soft and submissive. I smirk, grabbing his face in between my hands and whisper “Our secret, kid. You fucking earned it.” A faint unease flickers and disappears, his youth, the tina’s grip, the intensity of our fucking now having fully drained us both—and we collapse in my bed, he finding his way into my arms, both of us lost in the high, the sling our anchor, the city a silent witness to the beginning of something we both deeply felt, raw and real, both of us filling a void in the other, making us now somehow fully complete.

With Dad’s flat done, Gheorghe moved on to starting work on ours. He had been really impressed with Dad’s attention to detail on the painting they did together, and as a result my father now had a job for the first time since the factory closed. By that point Bret had also noticed the spark between Dad and Gheorghe, and had also benefited from Justin giving his thoughts on it all. We weren’t sure about K&K, and agreed to only talk to them about it if things did seem to be moving in that direction. We agreed a plan for dealing with the flat, ploughing a load of the money from Stan and Winston’s life insurance into it to just do it properly now that we had confirmation from the Council that we could stay. The bathroom was the most difficult part of it, and we decided that while it was out of use we would have to live elsewhere. Justin had come out to his mum, and she was actually happy to find out he was with Bret as he had always been nice to her as a teenager even if he was a bastard to the rest of us. She said it was fine for the two of them to stay in Justin’s room at her flat, and while I did get a little pang of jealousy at that, they assured me they would still give me plenty of attention the rest of the time. The rest of us would stay at Dad’s, with the twins bunking in together in the guest bedroom and me sleeping on the sofabed. Pavel and Jonas were also a little huffy about this, so more promises of rampant sex during the day had to be made there too. The Moldovans would be working on our place, alongside subcontractors for the plumbing and a few other jobs. Gheorghe’s new guys were called Bogdan and Mihai, and they both just oozed sex with their tight muscled bodies, angular jawlines and shaved heads. They did sort of look a bit alike, but not so much that they appeared related and more that it was like they’d just come off the same hunky sex god production line. They were unashamed in every way, and it was really fucking appealing. With Justin and Bret being less available to me for a while, I was quite happy to instead go round to check on the work regularly and then be vigorously spit-roasted by the pair of poz studs while I was there. I also got plenty of opportunities to unload in their eager holes, though we had to make sure not too much time was wasted as there was actual work to be done. On one occasion I went round to be there for the delivery of the components for the shower cubicle we were having installed, only to find it had arrived early. The Moldovans had taken care of it, and they were now taking care of the delivery driver too. The biohazard on the guy’s right buttock at least reassured me he was willing, as I watched him swallow Mihai’s full length while Bogdan ploughed his arse. I took some video and sent it to Grant, suggesting he may want to meet them as they would be a hit on camera. I didn’t think the driver would do too badly either, as not only was he clearly a great bottom but it looked like he was packing. I sent Grant a follow-up message a little while later to confirm the guy was a good top, while he ploughed me over the kitchen counter. That counter was ripped out the next day, as we had managed to line up a company to install a new kitchen while the bathroom was being done. Mrs Harden next door was happy to let the workmen use her bathroom if they needed to in exchange for help replacing the lino in her bathroom, which I paid for and got the Moldovans to do once we had a working bathroom of our own again. Even with just those two rooms done, the flat felt so much nicer to be in. We then worked on each bedroom in turn, pulling up the carpets, stripping all the wallpaper and chucking all the furniture. We did the biggest of them first, and then got it redecorated, built-in wardrobes added, and a new super king size bed installed. That allowed the twins to move back in, and Pavel and Jonas finally left their flat share and permanently became part of our household. We did my old room next, and once that was done Bret and Justin came back and we got it set up for the three of us to live in together. The twins’ old room was last, and took the most thinking to work out how to make it more than a dumping ground with a spare bed. That left the lounge, and it was pretty momentous when we finally got rid of the crappy old suite and replaced it with a set of sofas and chairs that rather filled the room but ensured there would be enough seats for our rather overcrowded household. The Moldovans were making full use of us all by then, with Justin and Bret in particular finding themselves getting fucked regularly. Will got wind of what was on offer and came over a lot, to the point where we had to ask him to save it for the end of the working day so we had some hope of the decorating getting finished. He had basically come out, but did not feel comfortable getting any action at home and was now starting to think about finding somewhere else to live even though it would leave him with little disposable income. I think he had been gunning for an offer to move into our guest room or even the one at Dad’s new flat, but the latter was not a good idea and we were already bursting at the seams with seven of us in our place. An opportunity finally arose when Justin’s colleague James announced at work that he was looking for a roommate as the guy he lived with, another cop from a different station, had moved out to live with his girlfriend. The two knew each other from training and had managed to get the flat over on the Challen estate from the Council as they were key workers, meaning the rent was much lower than anything on the private market. This was perfect for Will as he wasn’t pulling in that much at the gym, though he hoped he might be able to supplement it through Grant or maybe his own fan account. Justin introduced the two of them, and within a couple of days our friend was out of his family flat. Shortly after that, Will brought James along to the pub to meet us all and it was obvious to everyone that the two of them were already fucking. James had a ‘hot nerd’ quality about him, being well muscled but also kind of shy and seemed to hide a bit behind his glasses and fringe. You would not have thought he was a cop, but then again most of them weren’t tall musclebound gods like Justin. James’s arse was particularly noticeable packed into his jeans, and after he’d loosened up on a few drinks, he admitted that he was actually not straight at all and instead something of a cumdump bottom. His previous housemate had bred him pretty much every day, before one day having a freak out after the two of them had kissed in the heat of the moment. He was now off pretending to be completely straight with his girlfriend, but James had landed on his feet (or rather his hands and knees) with Will. “I haven’t unpacked a single fucking thing” Will laughed. “If I’m not at work or the gym, I’m balls-deep in this guy.” James had never bothered to go on prep with his old housemate, but he was relaxed and indeed turned on about the fact he was now taking a lot of poz cum every day. He had seen the symbols inked onto Justin in the station’s changing room, and got very turned on by what it had told him about his hunky colleague. Indeed, catching a glimpse of Will’s own ink when they had first been introduced was at least partly behind the speed at which the fucking had begun on moving-in day. Justin was a little wide-eyed throughout these revelations, and Bret decided to have some fun with it by seeing how James felt about expanding his horizons a bit. The hungry smile he got in response was all he needed, and I soon had to show the two of them the spot behind the bins I had so often used with Stan and Winston. James eagerly took a rough breeding from each of us, and over the course of the rest of the evening while I was working behind the bar, he regularly disappeared from the table with one or two of our group at a time. I of course always took out any rubbish or recycling that needed shifting from the bar to avoid any incidents, always stopping for a minute or two to watch James getting fucked by whoever had gone off with him. I suspected it was a bit of a moment for the guy when Justin finally fucked him, the tail end of which I caught when I went out there for a cigarette break. That said, James might even have got off more on Bret and Will joining them, and Justin ending up bent over with my brother fucking him hard while the two housemates rutted again next to them. Will and James came round to ours after, and we ended up having a full-on orgy in the lounge. James was a bottom throughout, and Will mostly was as well. Everyone else happily took on both roles, with a bit more freedom between relationships in the flat than there had been for a while. For instance, Me and Bret both took very satisfying breedings from Pavel and Jonas, who repeatedly alternated between our holes until they finally blew. The twins, meanwhile, double-fucked Justin not once but twice. This brought on another extended period of his hole going crazy that we had to deal with for several days afterwards, but for the rest of the orgy that night if he wasn’t being fucked then he was ramming himself with a big dildo while pounding into whichever hole was in front of him at that point. The birds were singing in the trees outside before we all collapsed into the various beds, and James was a very happy fucked-out mess in the morning. Over the next couple of days I introduced James to the old park toilets, but we also went to explore a sauna neither of us had been to as part of getting to know each other. It was clean and modern which did not fill me with hope, but actually this was all window dressing as the activities that went on inside were just what James needed to keep himself satisfied when Will wasn’t around. I still kind of preferred the depravity and risk of the toilets, but with his cleaner cut looks and ink-free body, I had to admit that the posh sauna just seemed a better fit for James. He took Will there too when their shift schedules finally synced up, and they both gushed about how many loads they’d taken when we saw them the next day. Grant had been working on preparations for another film he wanted to do, this time with only Justin and Bret. The military theme was back again, but this time they would both be playing SAS officers hiding behind enemy lines who get discovered by a squadron of hostile troops. It was to involve some outdoor nighttime shooting for the set-up, and then a relocation to a barn where the troops would use the two unfortunate British officers however they saw fit. A large amount of costumes and equipment had needed to be sourced, and Grant spent more time casting than normal so that the opposing troops appeared like a vaguely coherent group. Pavel and Jonas were actually recruited to be part of this, with the other members of the squadron being a mix of guys who had come to the UK from the Baltic states, Ukraine and Georgia, all of whom spoke Russian to some degree. Grant wanted dialogue between those troops to be authentic and use subtitles, and then for broken English to be used when talking to the prisoners. Anyway, the overnight stuff was filmed on the Sunday evening on a farm outside the city, and then they used a barn at the same farm the next night for the rest of it. Justin and Bret were subjected to staged interrogation and humiliation, and then had to play initially unwilling participants in a gangbang enacted by the sadistic foreign soldiers. I got to go along to watch the second scene, as the farmer who was allowing Grant to use his facilities wanted only a plaything for the night as payment and I was of course on my night off from the pub. I had assumed this meant I would be riding his cock the whole time, but he wanted to be fucked as much as he wanted to pound me, and turned out to be an inexperienced chaser just beginning to embrace who he was after his wife had left him. He was a nice guy, and I actually spent some more nights with him at the farm over the next few months as I kind of liked helping him begin a new chapter even as he approached his 60th birthday. Anyway, Bret and Justin were as excellent as always, being really convincing as scared but defiant prisoners who gradually succumb to the enjoyment of what is being done to them. They kept tight black long-sleeved T-shirts on throughout to hide their poz-themed ink, with the film focusing on its storyline rather than straying into anything to do with all that. Still, I knew that many of the guys Grant had assembled were neg, some even claimed to be straight, but they were up for the risk of fucking the poz hunks while also dipping their dicks into toxic loads left behind by the likes of Pavel and Jonas. It was seriously hot, and I made sure with Grant that he would hook us up with any of them who might be interested in doing it some more or even bottoming. Grant took Justin and Bret home after it had all wrapped up, the two guys being completely spent after taking so many fucks. I was spending the night there to carry on the sex with the farmer, and then he drove me back to town the next day. I had got a notification about a delivery for Dad randomly going to a locker near the petrol station, so I got him to pause the car there while I picked it up and then he dropped me over that side of the estate. I went up in the lift and then let myself in, but stopped in my tracks when I heard Dad moaning from his bedroom. For a split second I thought he was having some sort of relapse episode or something, but when I also heard Gheorghe’s unmistakable growl I realised what was happening. The Romanian was like two different men depending on which role he was taking on during sex, and the one I could now hear was the girthy-dicked animalistic top. My father was being fucked, of that much I was sure, and as I stood rooted to the ground with the front door still open I heard the words that confirmed it for me. “You want my load?” Gheorghe growled. “Yes!” my dad whined. “You want my poz load?” “Oh fuck yes!” “How many poz loads you take from me?” “Ten!” Dad yelled. “You want ten more?” “I want all your poz loads!” Dad cried. “You want fuck me when you poz?” Gheorghe yelled. “I always want to fuck you!” Dad panted, just loud enough for me to hear. “Then I make you like your sons so you fuck me” Gheorghe said. “You ready?” “Oh please breed me!” Dad begged. “Poz me!” The roars and whines were a sign that Dad was taking what was apparently his eleventh poz load from Gheorghe. My father. Chasing. Holy fucking fuck…

@plymsleazebear Glad to hear you enjoyed it! @nymidtowneast Thanks! @PozBearWI I always look forward to your comments! Thanks for being an avid reader! @kitpig Don't we all? @Smudger Same. Wish they were still more prevalent or at least easier to find. @billy88666 I'm doing fine. Just a pain trying to find the right car and all the haggling with the sales people. @viking8x6 Sadly I never got the pleasure of it. But hopefully I was pretty close to how it used to be? @Sfmike64 Sounds hot! @shinelover Sadly, didn't get the top vote, but was a very close second. @CigarManLondon No problem. My goal is to keep adding great stories here for everyone to enjoy. @RiskyMarc Glad to hear you enjoy them! @pdmiller1172 I appreciate the kind comment! Sorry for the delay on getting this out. Finally done with the new car search, and just have to get all the stuff involved with that done at the DOR. Hopefully the next few updates will be more timely. Also, don't forget to check out the story I am currently writing with @leatherpunk16! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/90485-the-master-pathogen/ ----------------------------------- Story 3: The Flyer In the Club Luke let out a shudder in excitement as for what had to be the millionth time he looked down at the flyer he had chanced upon while at the gay nightclub the previous Saturday. Friday the 1st, 9:00pm to Sunday morning. Bareback fuckfest. No condoms allowed. $10 door charge. No guy refused and all loads welcome. 2350 Main. The crude handwriting was scrawled across the page, hurriedly scrawled and then photocopied on cheap neon pink paper. For years, Luke had heard rumors of such parties taking place, likening them to rumors or the horny ramblings of more adventurous guys. Seeing it in his hands however, he’d quickly grabbed one from the pile in the bathroom stall of the club and folded it up quickly and shoving it into his pants pocket. Tonight was the night. Inspecting himself in the mirror, he checked himself out. Stylishly coiffed brown hair, with just a hint of stubble on his face. A loose fitting mesh black t-shirt, black leather pants, and a black jock strap, with a few artistic silver necklaces to tie the outfit together. Luke wondered if he was overdressed. Shaking the thought away, he shakily typed in the address to the ridesharing app on his phone and waited until the phone chimed, notifying him that his ride would be there in just a few minutes. Letting out breath, he forced himself to calm down. If I don’t like the scene or it's just boring, I can always just leave. —------- The ride to the nondescript looking brownstone was quite, as Luke occasionally looked at his phone and out the window at the passing buildings and cars. Finally, the car stopped in front of the building and Luke quietly got out, giving a soft word of thanks to the driver before shutting the car door and watching as the vehicle drove away. At first, Luke was unsure if he should just walk in or knock on the door, when a couple came walking up, laughing and talking before walking into the building without hesitation. Following their lead, he quickly climbed the steps and entered through the door. A younger guy, muscular with bright blue hair, sat on a chair holding a jar filled with cash while reading a paperback book. Looking up at Luke he smiled. “Ten bucks cover charge,” the guy said, holding out the jar and shaking it expectantly at Luke. Luke quickly pulled the money out of his pocket, hand shaking slightly as he put it in the jar. “First time, I’m guessing?” the guy said, smiling warmly at Luke as he spoke. “Uh… yeah… never really done anything like this before,” Luke replied, nervously wiping his hands on his leather pants, “I guess um…. Curiosity killed the cat… or what not…” “No worries man. First time for everything,” the blond said before setting down the jar and holding his hand out, “I’m Andrew. Most of the guys here are pretty chill.” Reaching behind him, he pulled out a paper bag. “Here, for your clothes. There’s a marker on the wall to write your name on it, if you want, and the drinks are in the next room. Just a few base rules. No condoms. Don’t get jealous or rude, and lastly, have fun. I’m on door duty tonight, and I’ll keep an eye on your stuff so don’t worry.” Nodding, Luke took the bag from Andrew before walking into the spacious living room, the sound of club music playing softly from the stereo in the corner. Looking around, he slowly followed suit from the men around as he slowly undressed down to just his jock strap, putting his clothes in the bag and walking over to the hutch next to the stereo, also filled with other brown bags, shoes, and the likes. Satisfied that his things were pretty safe, Luke slowly walked around, briefly grabbing a bottle of water from the open cooler in the next room. Occasionally a guy cop a feel, running a hand across his ass cheeks, or the occasional hand on his chest or arms. After a while, several guys started to pair off, walking upstairs. Taking a seat, Luke took in the scene before a middle eastern looking guy with a goatee sat down beside him. “Hi, I’m Sam,” the guy said, smiling at Luke before holding his fist out. Returning the fist bump, Luke let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and watched as various men of different ages, races, and shapes moved about the room. “Luke,” he said, returning the smile, watching as Sam’s hand slowly slid along his thigh, working its way sensually up to his now hardening cock, trapped in the confines of the jock strap. “How about we take this upstairs, Luke?” Sam said, grinning as I quickly began to feel his hand rubbing up and down on my cock. Smiling, Luke nodded and followed Sam up the stairs. —-------- “Fuck yeah man, you like that bare cock deep in your guts, don’t you?” Sam growled, slamming his cock as hard as he could deep inside Luke’s ass, “You want it man?” Biting his lip, Luke nodded, losing himself in the feeling of the man raping his ass as hard as he could. “Fuck yeah, getting really close,” Sam said, sweat dripping down his face from the intense fucking he was giving Luke, “You neg man?” “Mhmmm…” Luke said, licking his lips in anticipation for the flood that was about to occur in his hole. “Yeah, no PrEP either?” Sam asked, grabbing Luke ass as hard as he could giving it a few more slams as precum gushed out of his cock, “You feel that man? That’s just my precum… you’re gonna be properly flooded like the cumslut you are.” “No… don’t really like how it messes with my stomach…” Luke moaned, enjoying the slick feeling in his ass as even more of Sam’s precum gushed out, “Fuck, you’re already flooded my ass…” Grinning wickedly, Sam continued his assault on Luke’s ass. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum… you fuckin’ want it slut?” Sam groaned, his cock twitching and leaking inside Luke’s confirmed negative hole, “Gonna fucking breed you and flood you with my poz cum man…” “Oh fuck…” Luke groaned, shocked at how open Sam was about his status, his mind lost in a fuck haze as he felt himself craving the loan from the man above him, “Cum in my ass and breed me.” “Here it comes, I’m gonna shoot in your neg hole man,” Sam groaned, slamming his cock deep inside Luke before kissing him deeply, groaning deeply as he shot volley after volley of toxic cum deep inside. Luke returned the kiss, vigorously licking and sucking on Sam’s tongue as he felt the man’s cock throbbing deep inside him, lost in the intense rush of the fuck. Breaking away from the kiss, Sam looked down at Luke, taking in the almost drunken smile on his face. “Fuck yeah, I flooded your guts…” he said, smiling, rubbing his hands on Luke’s ass as he spoke, “With as toxic as my load is right now, it’s unlikely you’re going to be neg much longer.” Smiling, Luke flopped his head back, not really caring as he felt Sam slowly pull out of his ass with a wet sounding plop. “Thanks for taking my nut,” Sam said, giving an exhausted smile back, “Your ass felt amazing.” Nodding breathlessly, Luke relaxed his legs, enjoying the feeling of cum finally filling his ass. “You guys done with the room?” a voice asked. “Yeah, just give us a second,” Sam replied, holding out his hand to Luke. Grabbing the hand, Luke slowly got up with Sam’s help and the two exited the room, noticing as a blonde guy was led by two other men blindfolded into the room. Slowly the two made their way downstairs and into the back garden, stopping briefly as Sam grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lighter from his bag. Sitting down on the bench outside, the two watched as a couple was fucking over one of the chairs as Sam lit up his cigarette. “So, your first time to something like this?” Sam asked, taking a deep lungful of smoke before expertly exhaling it out. “Yeah,” Luke said, sheepishly as he watched the two guys going all out, the older skinnier guy slamming his body pelvis hard into the younger guy, “Always wanted to check it out. Finally decided to see what the fuss is about.” “Enjoying it?” Sam asked, letting out a smoky breath as he spoke. “Oh fuck yeah…” Luke said, slowly playing with his cock as he watched the bony man let out a deep growl as he unloaded deep inside the younger guy, “Always heard rumors that poz guys are great lays… and after how you fucked my ass, I’m convinced.” “Night’s still young,” Sam said smiling around his smoldering cigarette, “Give me a little while and I can drop another tainted load inside you. Maybe see if a few more guys want to turn out your ass? See if we can knock you up on the first try?” “That…. That sounds hot,” Luke said, not giving it any thought as he watched as cum slowly dripped out of the younger guy's ass.” Sam slowly gestured over, nodding his head over at another older guy walking out into the garden. “Jim there is extra toxic, loves breeding a neg hole,” Sam said, taking another deep draw on the cigarette, “Bet he’d be happy to drop one in you.” Smiling, Luke got up and slowly walked over to Jim, who was now talking to a small group of equally older and rougher looking guys. “Can I help you?” Jim said, looking Luke up and down. “I…. I was…” Luke said, stammering slightly as he tried to find the words. “He wants to know if you and the boys would like to drop a few loads in his neg ass,” Sam called out, smiling, “Looking to get knocked up tonight if you guys are willing.” “Oh, is that so?” Jim said, looking over at his friends as they all started to grin, “That true man? Looking to get that hot ass of yours destroyed?” Blushing, Luke slowly looked down and nodded. “Fuck yeah, he’s a cute fucker,” one man said, taking a draw on his cigar before exhaling a cloud of smoke at Luke. “Would be more than happy to knock the sexy little shit up,” another man said, slowly tugging on his quickly hardening cock. “Why don’t you kneel down and suck me until I’m hard and we can get that hole of yours properly destroyed?” Jim said, grinning wickedly as he slowly reached out and slowly began to push Luke to his knees. —------ Luke groaned as he felt Jim’s massive cock begin to throb deep inside him as the man began to cum. He felt as Sam slowly began to fuck his face as Jim wordlessly shuddered and began to flood his ass with cum. Without any words, Jim pulled out and was quickly replaced by one of his friend’s cocks as the man immediately went to work slamming hard and fast. “Fuck that’s a nice sloppy hole,” the man said, fucking Luke’s ass hard and fast. Suddenly, Luke felt as Jim gripped his hair and pulled his head off Sam’s groin, as Jim quickly spit a large glop of spit in his open mouth. “Come see me if it doesn't take at the next party man,” Jim said, smiling down at Luke. Luke nodded, feeling as the man now in his hole grunted loudly and began to shoot another likely toxic load into his ass. Satisfied, the man pulled out with a wet sounding plop and Luke could feel a trail of cum slowly begin to leak out. “Love seeing young cumdumps like you give in and let yourself get taken over by the virus,” Jim said, before releasing Luke’s hair, “Let real men fuck you and share their superior DNA to reshape you into the cumdump you always wanted to be.” Suddenly, Luke let out a pained grunt as yet another man slammed hard and fast into his ass, the feeling of something hard scraping the side of his hole as the man furiously began to fuck him. “I’ll leave you boys to it,” Jim said, smiling and giving Sam a deep kiss as he motioned behind Luke, “Looks like the slut here got the attention of some more people.” Briefly, Luke took a look back and saw a small line forming behind the man fucking his ass, all of various shapes, ages and sizes. Resigned, Luke let out a content sigh and slowly got back to sucking Sam’s cock, letting his asshole relax as he set in for a long night. —----- Stiffly, Luke slowly pulled his pants up and did up his belt before pulling his shirt back on. Sam quickly walked up next to him, giving his ass a playful slap. “How was your first time?” Sam said, negligently leaning against the doorframe. “It was…. Wild…. Fun…. Hot…” Luke said, sighing, exhausted after the countless loads he’d taken. “Look, I don’t normally do this, but I had a ton of fun with you tonight,” Sam said, pulling out a sleek glass and metal cellphone from his pocket, “Give me your number and I’ll text you the details of the next party. Pretty good friends with the guys who organize these.” Nodding, Luke quickly put his phone number into the device before handing it back to Sam. “Let me know if it takes,” Sam said, smiling, watching as Luke silently walked out the door, a tired and happy smile on his face. Half way down the block, Luke felt as a small drool of likely virus filled cum slowly leaked out of his ass. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vote NOW: A) Poppers Made Me Do It B) Cheating with the Neighbor C) At the Gym D) A Night Out on the Town Keep in mind the top story will win, and anyone posting two choices will got with the first listed unless a tie occurs. In the event of a tie, I might be willing to write a second story (this week took a lot out of me, especially with the car accident, so if the quality feels lower than normal, I apologize). Also, as always, I read every comment and will gladly consider any suggestions of something someone wants to see. Voting will close on August 6th for the latest round of choices.

I have a fwb, Raul, who loves to watch me get fucked and breed my ass after it’s been freshly seeded. This past Sunday, we arranged a small gangbang at his apt around noon. I texted him 20 minutes beforehand that I took a load in the neighborhood and that I am on my way. That really got him excited; I am one of the few reliable bottom buddies he has. We proceeded to have a Hot 4some where he and two of my other top friends passed me around. I took five loads altogether. Then I had more fun later in the day. raul offered to host a group for me anytime. XD

Dad looked a little relieved to see the flat again, but was also kind of sad. He sat on his bed for a while just looking out of the window, having bolted from the lounge barely 30 seconds after going in there. “I think I’d like to see the other place” he said, when I went in to sit with him. “OK” I replied. “You sure?” “Yeah” he said. “I need to.” I went out and spoke to Lorraine, the woman from the centre who had driven him over, and then I fetched dad and the three of us went down to her car. There was no need to drive really, but she said they’d go back straight after and it made sense to have her car nearby. Dad sat in the back on the way, silently staring out of the window while I gave directions through the estate’s fucking stupid road layout. When we arrived Dad got out and looked around, probably being a little familiar with this side of the estate but not much more than that. I walked them over the block and up in the lift, and then opened the door to the nearly-finished flat. The transformation in Dad was immediate. He went in and did a full 360, looking at how bright and modern the place was. He darted off to the guest bedroom, then back to the master and finally the bathroom. After coming back out and looking around the open-plan living room and kitchen, he walked over to the balcony door and went outside. Lorraine and I stood and looked at him as he leant on the railing and took in the view. “I think we have a winner” Lorraine said. “Yeah” I replied, “I think we do.” I was a bit torn inside, on one hand feeling a little sad that we brothers were now unlikely to be moving in here, but on the other being happy to see Dad clearly liking what he saw. I had expected this, knowing in my gut that after all the work they had done with him at the centre, his old home where all the mental health issues had arisen was going to be problematic to be back inside again. I had told him we could do the whole place up, but seeing him out there on the balcony, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he stood in the breeze and looked out at a totally different view than we had from the windows in the other place, he needed more of a change than a few coats of paint on a wall could deliver. I went outside and stood next to him, feeling the warmth of the sun against the chill of the air. The view was nice here, with the estate right there but also the lake, the city beyond down the hill, and even a bit of countryside in the distance. “Are you sure about this son?” he asked, telling me indirectly that this is where he wanted to be. “Yes Dad” I said. “Completely fucking sure.” “I can’t…” he said, before stopping. “You can’t what, Dad?” I asked. “I can’t believe you’d do this for me after everything” he said. “This should be your home.” “Listen Dad” I said, taking a deep breath before I said something I had sort of been practicing for a couple of days. “I’m sure about this. I am. When I found out Stan and Winston had left me this place, it felt like I’d found the answer to a big problem. They’d given me a way to escape, for all four of us to escape, so we could be happy together. But since K came up with this other plan, I’ve realised that this place is not meant to be an escape for us brothers. It’s meant to be a place for you to begin again, to be yourself without all those fucking memories and nightmares punching you in the face every day, and for you to have a chance to be healthy and happy again. That is the gift I can now see Stan and Winston gave us. Not somewhere for us brothers, but somewhere safe for you.” Dad began to quietly sob, and I put my arm around him. He turned and I took him into a full-blown hug, letting him openly cry against my shoulder. We didn’t need to say anything else, as the decision had been made. This would be Dad’s home, and we Ballard brothers would now focus on turning the old flat into something new for the four of us and our other partners. It not only made sense, but it just felt right. Once Dad had recovered, Lorraine checked he was OK and then suggested they should go back to the centre. He was likely going to be discharged in a few days, and I suggested we could maybe take him out a couple more times beforehand to choose the furniture he would need for moving in. She agreed that was a good idea but would discuss with his therapist, and then they left. I spent a little bit of time in the flat after that, just kind of saying a final goodbye to that dream I’d had of living there, and then I left too so that I could get to the Dragon for my shift. I messaged everyone on the way to let them know the decision, and while the initial responses suggested everyone was feeling a pang of sadness about it, as I checked my phone a few times during my shift it had all turned into making plans for starting the renovation of what would now be our ongoing home. I separately messaged Bret to say we needed to make an appointment with a housing officer before anything else happened, just so we could try to make sure there weren’t going to be any nasty surprises from the Council related to Dad moving out. We chatted about that later on once we were both home, and then once Justin got back from a tiring stint on duty, the three of us enjoyed some gentle and tender sex before we went to sleep. The next few days were dominated by preparations for Dad’s discharge, including a final push by Gheorghe, Pavel and Jonas to finish all the work. K&K took the lead on taking Dad to IKEA and a couple of other places to choose furniture, which he apparently got really into and was waiting excitedly for them to turn up at the centre on each day to take him out shopping. They also did some clothes shopping with him, both because he seemed to be embracing change but also because of the weight he’d lost while at the centre. Being off the booze, eating healthily and being encouraged to work out at least once a day by the centre’s physical therapist had done wonders for his body, killing off a beer gut that had been threatening to form and also giving him some really nice tone to his arms and chest. Me and Bret got on with the Council issue, managing to get a fast-track appointment with a housing officer as part of the discharge process for Dad. The lady we saw was called Amma, a no-nonsense motherly Ghanaian who was somehow able to maintain a big smile and laugh a lot despite how depressing her job must be. After going over our case she was confident we would be able to stay put given we were brothers, it was already our home, and the fact that four single men living in a three-bedroom flat would not breach any of the rules about underutilisation of the Council’s housing stock. We agreed it was best if it went into Bret’s name as the oldest, and she got the wheels in motion to begin the means-testing that would be needed to have him be the one on their list rather than Dad. There was clearly going to be a lot of bureaucracy to go through, but the two of us left feeling more confident that it would be worth starting the renovations. Lorraine was the one to bring Dad to his new flat when he was finally discharged, and we were all there sitting on the floor building the last items of furniture that had been delivered a day late. Pavel and Jonas were already off starting a new job Gheorghe had won in another flat on the estate, but he was still with us and busy painting in the guest bedroom as he had not been happy with some of the finishing. The furniture in Dad’s bedroom was done and the sofabed and armchairs had been delivered for the living room, so we were just trying to get the coffee table, bookshelves and TV stand built when he arrived. Lorraine suggested he go and unpack, while Bret and I joined her at the kitchen table to go through all the documents we had to countersign as he was officially being handed over to us as family carers. His therapist had called me the day before and talked for a long time about what all this meant in theory versus what she envisaged it would actually entail, while reassuring me Dad would be getting weekly visits from a case worker as well as being required to attend a combination of individual and group therapy sessions at the community centre over on the Challen Estate. Everything seemed straightforward, and we had loosely agreed our own plans for ensuring Dad was taken care of as well as being given the space to learn to live by himself again without relying on alcohol. Once we were done and Lorraine had left, I went into Dad’s room to check on him but he wasn’t there and nor was he in the bathroom. Then I heard quiet speaking from the guest bedroom, and went over to the door to find him and Gheorghe talking to each other. This was the first time they had met, and I was immediately hit by the sense that I was seeing a spark between two people. It was one of those things that you couldn’t really pin down, but the way they were looking at each other, the little smiles as they talked, and the glances towards each others’ muscles that I noticed they were taking were unmistakable. This is not something I had even considered as a possibility, and I just stood there in stunned silence. Neither of them had reacted to me being in the doorway, and I eventually backed away and left them to it. I went back to the kitchen and threw myself into unpacking the boxes of crockery that had arrived, my mind racing a bit. It wasn’t so much the Gheorghe thing as it was that I had properly realised my father would be openly gay now, and that there would be a man or men as part of that. Despite all the conversations, this was the first time I had actually thought about it in real terms. Justin came by later in his uniform, on a quick break from duty, and he stopped into the guest bedroom to say hello to my Dad who was now helping Gheorghe with the paintwork. When Justin came back out of the room after just a minute or two, he glanced back in again and the expression on his face told me he must have noticed what I had. When he said his goodbyes and left, I hurried after him. “What did you think of Dad?” I asked, as we rode the lift down. “He’s looking fitter and healthier than I’ve ever seen him” Justin replied. “Anything else?” I asked. “Dunno” he said. “He seemed to just want to get back to painting with Gheorghe so he didn’t say much.” “Yeah” I said. “I, er, thought I saw something between them earlier.” “You did?” he asked. “Yeah, like a spark or something” I replied. “Hard to say, but there was something.” “Well OK” said Justin, smiling. “I thought he just didn’t want to talk to me because I arrested him so many times and am now fucking two of his sons.” “His sons are fucking each other and he’s OK with that, so I think you’re fine” I said, grinning at him. “Also, he was so fucking wasted whenever you had to arrest him that he won’t remember it was you.” We got out of the lift and went outside. “So, your dad and Gheorghe” he said, as I lit up a cigarette. “Yeah” I replied, “or maybe. I dunno.” “You OK with that if it is a thing?” he asked, before taking my cigarette from me for a puff and then handing it back. “Er, yeah, I guess so” I said. “I mean, Dad’s like ten years older at least, but Gheorghe’s a great guy. If there’s something there then I’d be happy it was with someone good. But what about you?” “Me?” Justin asked. “Well, yeah” I said. “I mean, you and Gheorghe were going at each other like fucking maniacs before. Won’t it be weird if your father-in-law then hooks up with the guy?” Justin started laughing, actually having to wipe tears away from his eyes as he started to get back in control of himself again. “What’s so fucking funny?” I asked, grinning at him. “Us” he said. “This family. Even fucking Jerry Springer has never seen shit like this before.” He started laughing again, and this time I joined in. He was right. This family was fucking mental when you stopped and thought about it. Not only were the brothers all fucking each other, there were three extra men involved in the whole big loving mess. Now we were here talking about the possibility of the father getting it on with a guy who employed two of the family’s extra lovers, had been pozzed by the third one, and had at some point both fucked and been fucked by all the sons. You couldn’t make this shit up. “But no” said Justin, when we calmed down. “No issues for me. Gheorghe is indeed a great guy, and he and I were just satisfying physical needs we had at that time. I’d actually be very happy if your Dad found something with him. “You would?” I asked. “Yeah, I would” said Justin. “I know from the shit I’ve seen that a good relationship can be what saves people from falling back into things they depended on before. Like, not just from having someone to support and look out for them, but someone who helps them recover their self-esteem and self-worth. I reckon that’s just what your Dad needs.” There were times when Justin’s worldliness took me by surprise, when I got a glimpse into everything he had seen and experienced being in the police. Like, everyone thought I was the most with-it of the Ballards even though I was the youngest, but Justin kept showing me that he was really the rock in our whole unorthodox household. I fell in love with him a little more every time he quietly revealed things like this, showing just how perceptive he was about the world. I demonstrated how he made me feel by moving closer to him and grabbing the front of his uniform, leaning up for a deep kiss. He was on duty and out in the open, but he no longer cared about holding back if the moment was right. He kissed me back, and then gave me a big smile as we parted. “I love you” I said. “You know I love you too” he replied. He headed back off to meet up with his colleague, and after finishing my cigarette I went back upstairs. I looked round at my brothers all hunched over as they focused on their tasks, and then I went over to the guest bedroom and looked in on my Dad as he continued to help Gheorghe paint while the two of them chatted about Romania. This time I just smiled, and then I took myself back to the kitchen to continue unpacking. My mind was still a rollercoaster, but Justin was right, there was only upside if indeed something was happening with those two. We would just have to step back and see how it all played out…

Here is Part 16!!! It is finally done. Thanks for waiting so long on it. It is a really big part, with a buildup to the moment of Jake's own pleasure during the daddy event . This part is so big that I divided it into sub-parts. It might be too big to read in one go. If I made some mistakes in the story, I'm really sorry. This took a few days to write, so I had to stop multiple times and get back to it later. I read the whole story afterward again to remove small mistakes. But it might happen that there are still some minor ones in it. I really hope you guys like it. I tried to include more detailed feelings in it and describe the whole setting , especially the part 6.4 with Jake and his own matched daddy. I guess I wrote it a bit differently than the previous parts to try and do this. I added lots of photos in all the part too. Please post if you like it. let me hear what you think. 😈 Part 16 part 6.1 It's getting a bit dark already, and I start to walk back to my hotel room. It's a long walk; I did not remember that I had walked so far, but I guess I was lost in my thoughts. I can see the main pool coming up, so I walk on. It is partly deserted. I guess most people are eating or getting ready for the evening. I still have time, so I can get myself prepared and changed In the middle of the main pool, I clearly see Kayode. He is still on a platform in the middle of the pool. They brought him a table where he is now sitting on. He does not see me; I'm walking from behind him. He looks bruised, tired, and worn out . Cum is dripping from the table onto the platform. Damn , that's a lot of cum... How many did he have to take, all in public? They did give him a new jock. It does not surprise me if they ripped off the old one in one of the fucks. They really must have used him. Though the new jock can't prevent that cum is still leaking out of his hole. How can he sit like that? It should hurt like hell. Or... is he so bruised and messed up that his body just shut off the pain? I can see clearly some red blood stains on his new jock if I pay attention to it. Fuck... he really is used and fucked. How many loads did he get? All from different guys, or did some fuck him more than once? I guess the host did not lie. He will have taken many, many poz loads now, swimming deep inside his teared-up hole, mixing with his blood and body, infecting him with lots of different strains. He indeed would not know who his poz daddy could be. It can be all the guys in the hotel... I guess Kayode will get a really bad infection sickness over time. Photo Kayode at pool Then I think of Mark and Leroy again. Mark fucked him first. I can feel a bit of anger in me. He made Kayode look like this too. He really does not care. And Leroy ... I think I should give him a punishment too, just to take some revenge for not telling me and fucking with Mark behind my back. I really have no idea what I can say to Kayode. I'm a bit sorry for what they all did to him. Nothing I say can make it better, and he knows it will go on tomorrow. They will fuck and breed him again, whether he wants to or not. That's his punishment. Fast and silent, I keep walking, leaving the pool behind , walking up to my hotel room. There is a helper in my hallway again; he is smiling at me. "Did you read the note on the panel?" he asks me. I nod. "Well, okay then, get ready; I'll be with you in about 1 hour to give you the heads up and to bring you the daddies. Your room is the meeting point.” I walk into my room and close the door. Damn, this sounds like fun... I think to myself. I walk to the bathroom, drop my swimming shorts that are dried up now, and hang them up to use another time. I'll turn on the shower and brush my teeth meanwhile. I'm looking in the mirror. My smooth fit body is slowly getting some tan from the sun. My blond hair looks even blonder with this tan. I watch my cock, half-hard again. Damn, if I think of tonight, I'm getting aroused. That's why my cock is half hard again. And my cock took the first bare ass right this day. I turn a bit to see my ass. It's round and tight. Really tight, I guess. The last cock I had was this morning, Mark ... I can feel my hole tickling again; my hole is missing Mark's cock. It is missing getting filled up and bred. But Mark ain't getting it... Just like Leroy told me… I'll take my revenge, and my hole will take cock from others. It will get what it wants, but not from Mark. I bet my hole will get better fucks than Mark. Let's find out this holiday. I spit the toothpaste out from my mouth, grab a glass of water, and head into the shower. Warm water is running over my head. This feels good. I take the shampoo and start to wash myself all clean. I'm doing the best I can. I wash my ass and even get a finger inside of me to wash it up there. It is really tight, and I tend to keep it that way, so just one finger. I shower my hole really well , so it looks all clean and nice. After some minutes, I take a razor blade to shave my pubic hair. It's not a lot; it's really short trimmed, but I shave it off. I want to be really smooth for Daddy's night. I like to give them my smooth body to enjoy. After a half hour, I'm all done. I dry myself off, grab some deodorant and perfume, and start to walk bare naked to my closet. What should I wear? Damn, this is one of the hard parts. I'll put on some underwear, some shorts, and a nice shirt with buttons. I guess the daddy can unbutton me then, if he likes, to slowly discover my smooth body. On my bed, I put a clean white blanket that's lying in my closet. It's spotless white, like a virgin blanket. Whatever happens, my bed will be covered, and I bet I will look sexy on it. After that, I walk back to the bathroom, do my hair, wash my hands, and put some slippers on. Just when I pull those on, I hear a knock on the door. Right on time... I walk up to the door, and the helper from earlier in the hall is standing there. "Are you ready? Can I come in?" he asks me. Sure you can, I tell the helper . Before he walked in, he bent over to grab some sort of wooden chest. He is still alone, no daddies in sight. Helper; Well , I'm here to guide you through this event, he tells me. Just to start things up, nothing more, nothing less, and he winks at me. As you know, all the daddies will come over to this room. So it's your job to welcome them. You will match the daddies to the rooms in this part of the hallway. So, it's your hand who will have fun with whom . No one else ... You will match yourself, too. So... well, if I'm honest... I would first choose your play daddy and leave him for last . Just a tip here, he laughs. You can decide later, or the partner of the daddy can join in the play. That only counts with you, so not the other rooms. You have this privilege because you're doing a job this evening. I have this wooden chest with me. It has items in it that the daddies can use on their boys. You can choose and decide if and what items they use. There is one item per person in it. Helper; If you let a daddy take no item, you can choose to give another daddy two items. The chest has to be empty when all are matched. There is one catch, though . The daddy that you choose to play with yourself , those items are not in the chest. They gave me a list earlier today, so I have to grab them later. He opens up the wooden chest that he placed on the floor again. I look in there to see what items it contains. I can see a lot of things, like rope, chains, whips, leather harnesses , cock rings , lube, and so on. Helper; There is another thing, Jake... When the daddies are over here, you can see their statuses on their smartwatches that you match. So you will know what room will get what load. You can ask them even before matching. But if you do that and you know their status, you are not allowed anymore to match them to yourself. Jake; "Why is that?" I ask. "Why can't I see the status of the daddy I choose?" helper; "Well, Jake ," the host answers, "that would not be fun at all. You will see the status of your matched daddy just after the first cum load is in you. We do this so you can't back down and won't hesitate to have fun with the daddy you are attracted to, and his partner," he laughs. "Oh, and when a daddy is single , a friend of his or a random daddy will join. That's so you always have fun as a threesome . Is this all clear, Jake ? Do you have questions?" Jake; "No, I think it's clear, I guess," Helper; "Okay, let's get the daddies in then," he laughs . "Please sit on the bed while I go and get them." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- part 6.2 Short side story of the help, getting the daddys. the helper is walking out of the room, slowly into the hallway and back to the main lobby. let's see if the group of daddies is ready to walk up whit me, to Jake... walking the shortest way, within 5 minutes, he is in a lounge area. It's one of many, but this is one of the lounge areas where some groups are gathering, including the group that's supposed to go with him to Jake's room. he's walking to the bar. "Can I have my flag, please?" he asks the bartender. "Sure , they are tied over there." The bartender responds. I walk up to the flags. there is the flag with the room number and hallway on it. That's mine; it corresponds with Jake's room. he grabs it and walks over to the middle of the crowd . "Please pay attention. I'm looking for my group; please watch the flag. Im yelling in the lounge. If you are assigned to this group, please come to me." Photo lounge area all the daddies are watching their smart watch whit assigned numbers. within a few seconds, a group is forming around me. "Okay , let's check if you are signed in correctly. Please scan your smartwatch at this panel." beep, beep, beep, beep. a group of more than 20 daddies are logging in. "Perfect, guys. This is a pretty big group, so it will be a little crowded in the room. I'm going to guide you. There will be a blond guy waiting for you. Please be nice to him. He will match you with one of the guys in the hallway and give you a door number . He and I will guide you to that door. In each room, there is a guy who will join the daddy event. These guys are yours to have fun with. But please, don't damage the goods too hard... They still have to have fun for the remaining time of their stay here on their holiday. He will pick one of you to stay and play with him. That status can't be shown yet... Your smartwatch will light up when the first load is in his hole. You have to wait until he is done matching and helping the other daddies . In the meantime, you can get your partner, friend, fuck buddy, or a stranger over if the boy wants to. You will also pick up the item you chose earlier today. The boy has no say in this, The boy in the first room will point out what items the matched daddys can bring with you to your match's bottom. so to be clear, he points out the items for the daddies matched with the other guys, but not the items for his own match. To the other daddies , he is allowed to see your status on your watch; just not his own matched daddy. Please wear your clothes until you're in his room, just in case if bottoms try to peek. You can dress up, get clothes off, or whatever you're into, in the boy's room, the first room, before you're matched. I hope I'm clear and you all noted it . Now please follow me. I hold the flag up high to show the group where I am going so I won't lose anyone . I start to walk through the hallway. A group of 20 daddies are following me. This will be a rough, playful, and sticky night, I guess. And tomorrow , damn, I need help to clean everything up. I wonder what mess it will be. But gladly, it will be noted what daddy gets in what room with what boy. I can always check it later and see the photos and videos that are made by the cameras in their rooms if it's a hot mess in the morning. I start to smile. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- part 6.3 Back to Jake Here I am, waiting , sitting on my bed, dressed nicely , a bit nervous about what's coming and waiting for daddies ... guys that are literally double or triple my age, who want to fuck us and me... but I guess I want it too; my hole is twitching again. I really hope there are some hot daddies with it. But hey, I still have to pick someone for Leroy too. Maybe this gives me a chance to take a sort of revenge. After a while, I hear guys walking in the hallway. It has to be them, isn't it? Just after a few seconds, I hear knocking on my door and a beep of someone opening it . "Jake, we are here," I hear the help telling loud . "Daddies , please stand by the wall so he can see you all. " One , two, three , six, ten -damn . Twenty daddies are coming in. They all wear clothes, are different ages, different looks, and different origins . But they all are clearly... daddies... I swallow; I'm really nervous now. Damn , those are a lot. Do I really have to match them? And who will I match to me? I can't see them all clearly; there are just too many, and they are not lined up yet. They are just grouping up. The help starts to talk. "Please , all now change and get your gear or clothes on what you like, so Jake here can watch and make some decisions . " The help starts to smile at me. "You will like this..." I watch the daddies and see shirts going off, big bellies , small bellies , tattoos, nipple piercings, leather gear coming out from under the shirts, etc. They are all showing it to me. And it's not only the shirts that come off. Some drop their pants. There are jockstraps, shorts, leather jocks, kilts, etc. Fuck…. Damn, this is really hot…. They are all standing in my room, in a group. My hole really starts to itch now. My mind is driving me crazy. I want them ... I want more of them... Damn , I want to discover... fuck, I can only pick one... who??? And who should I match whit Leroy??? Slowly, I can start to smell the daddies . Fuck ... I'm getting a bit hard from it. The help starts to talk to me. Now Jake, it's your turn. You can pick guys and match them to the rooms in this part of the hallway. We will start to pick your own match, so you have a huge choice. These 20 daddies are all up for it. See what you like and pick one. You can't watch their status on their smart watch yet. I'm thinking. Damn, who shall I pick? What is the daddy I would like the most, I wonder? Who would be a great fuck? I'm not sure . It's hard to see all the daddies, too. They are all grouped together. Can I... uhhh, see the guys in the back, too? I ask the help. It's hard to pick a match; I really can't see them from here, sitting on the bed. The help raises his voice , "Please spread out. The boy can't see you all in the back." It would be a shame if he missed you guys. The daddies start to move and form a line. Then I see someone. Someone in the back is becoming more visible. He's getting in line with the other daddies, and he is smiling. Fuck... really, is it? It is the daddy that fucked Leroy on day one... the one that fucked him real hard... the one that started with the condom, that I had to take off, and then fucked Leroy bare. It is him. The daddy knows it too. He is grinning. He remembers me. He knows I helped with the fuck back then... Does he want Leroy's hole again? I guess so... I guess he liked it and wants to drop another load in it... Leroy wants it, I'm sure of that. He told me he was hoping for it. Dammm. He will rip Leroy open again, just like he did the first time. The memory is almost set in stone in my mind. It was really hot... sometimes I even dream it was me instead of Leroy. Should I match them up? Should I? I wonder... Leroy wanted the daddy again. But he backstabbed me by giving his ass multiple times to Mark . Should I actually give him this pleasure... or... should I match him with someone else? Maybe the room next to Leroy’s. So he can hear the daddy whit another boy. So I can take some sort of revenge. Or maybe the room on the right across ... should I? Or ... wait... should I match myself with him? That would be perfect revenge. And I did dream about it. So... why not? I'm not sure he is poz or neg. He never told. But should I care? Mark fucked me more than once; he is poz. At least, his smartwatch lit up red , so... I know this daddy can treat a hole like a fuck toy. I did take some cock. So maybe I should just do it? Okay, let's do it. I made my mind up, I tell the help. I'll pick that daddy and point to him (the daddy that fucked Leroy before in part 4). "Okay, perfect," tells the host to me. "Well , now you can decide if his partner will join you guys for a threesome , or you only have him. " Oh... he has a partner, I'm thinking in my mind? Damn, well ... if this daddy is so hot, I guess his partner should be too. And a threesome? I did like the whirlpool earlier. I topped back then, so maybe I should take my bottom role in a threesome too. Let me think... okay, let's do it, I call out. "Let his partner join too." "Okay, good," the help tells me. "That's done then. I'll ask him to get his partner, and you will now make matches. Walk past the line of the daddies; you can touch them, feel them, kiss them, see their status, and ask them what they like to do. You match them with rooms. Now. I'll stand up while the host lets my daddy out of my room, to get his partner. Slowly, I walk to the other daddies. I'll start with the first guy and look him deep in his eyes; I can smell his perfume. He has a big round belly and one nipple pierced. Slowly, I put my hand on his belly and slide my hand to his pierced nipple. I'm so glad I can touch all these daddies... This daddy definitely has some sex appeal, though he has a huge round belly. I guess he is a bit too hot for Leroy. "Let me see your status," I ask him. I watch his smartwatch and he is negative . ohhh . Who should I match with him? "Well, last door on the right, and no items" I tell him. The help takes the daddy with him to guide him to the room with the matched guy. Slowly, I go to the next daddy. He is huge, a really big muscular daddy. His head is shaved, a dark mixed gray short beard, a huge chest, nipples hanging down, and a hairy, toned belly. On his chest, there is a huge scorpion tattoo; no one can miss that... My eyes are drawn to it. His arms are huge, and on his left arm, he has another big tattoo. This daddy is trained... damn . This is every twinks dream... My hands slide over his chest and belly. His skin feels so warm and hot , and I can clearly feel his muscles and heat . He is wearing jogging shorts . Slowly, I let my hands glide over it; the daddy just laughs . My hand slides to his crotch and there I can feel it... a big hardening cock. I really like to feel this, though he is not my match. I put my hand in his shorts. He is not wearing any underwear, so before I know it, my hand is around his bare cock, and I'm playing with his balls. There a big…. Damn, I would love to have him too. I pull my hand back and look him deep in the eyes. Slowly my hand goes over his back and neck to feel his muscles. "Let me see the status," though I think I already know it with this tattoo. I tell him, with my face up close to his. It blinks red... he's poz and proud of it... I let my eyes glide on his watch. "On meds," it says now. Fuck . You're hot, I tell him, poz, proud, and caring; I wink at him. "Let's match you with the room right in the middle of the hallway. There is a sort of nerdy guy; he would never be able to get someone like you... so use his ass as your fucktoy," I tell him. He lays a hand on my back and pulls me closer; he clearly wants to kiss me, and I let him. I bend a bit closer too. We start to kiss, his tongue wrestling mine. Damn , a good kisser too. It's just a fast kiss. "Take the lube," I tell him. "That boy will need it. " Photo of kissing the huge daddy The help is already back and guides him to the right door. I'll go to the next daddy. A 70-year-old small guy. I check his status. Poz , meds. I guess he needed to go on meds, otherwise he would not make it. "Let's give him the other room back in the hall," and give him uhhh... well, he doesn't get any items , I guess. I'll go to the next daddy. I guess he is 60 or so. Looks a bit like a rocker. Long hair, smooth body. Really a daddy that would get some eye-catching . He smiles at me and puts a hand on my shoulder. I guess he hoped I would take him as my match? He has black leather shorts on. I smile while I lay my hand on his crotch . Feels average , but definitely not bad. "Second on the left," I tell the host. "He can take the whip as an item." Photo of daddy whit long hair I start to walk to the next daddy, a bit caught by the hotness of the next daddy. He is bald, a black beard, a hairy chest, huge tattoo, extremely hot… But before I know it, he grabs my head and pulls me toward him. He's really rough. Our faces and mouths meet, and he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out right to my mouth. The help wants to intervene , but just in time, he stops when he sees I'm opening my mouth too. The daddy forces his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues meet, and we start to kiss roughly. Our tongues are wrestling. Photo of kissing the rough daddy He pushes me against him. I feel his muscles and body heat through my clothes. My hand slides into his shorts, and I feel a huge cock and balls. He's already hard. I rub them and let his balls glide through my hands. They are massive. I feel his hand sliding into my shorts too, his finger searching for my hole. It just takes seconds before he finds it and is pressing his fingers against it. Just pressing, he's not pushing one in. He's not allowed to for this event. Slowly, he lets go, and I start to kiss down his body. He has a huge biohazard tattoo on his muscular chest. I follow it with my mouth and go back down until I reach his shorts. I press my nose and mouth to it, feeling his cock pressing against my face, smelling his sweaty cock and balls. My mind is spinning . Fuck , I want to get fucked this evening . Damn, I wish I could have him too. I look at his smartwatch. He has to be... I think. Before I know it, it lights up red indeed. It shows his status: poz toxic. Fuck yeah... that's what I thought. My hole is twitching like crazy . Too bad I already made my decision for a match. Should I put him up with Leroy ? Nah, no way; he is way too hot... he still needs some sort of revenge. I'm taking his crush daddy and something else... I get up again. Please ... the door right on the other side of the room, I smile at him. Take the handcuffs and the gag, so the boy can scream as he likes, I smile at him. The next guy is a slim tattooed daddy with short gray hair . I look him deep in the eyes. He is also very sexy-a hot daddy I would definitely love to date. He looks a bit like a player, if I should guess. I glance at his smartwatch , red and toxic again. Fuck... how many daddies are poz and toxic here? I give him a quick small kiss. To the door's right side, no items. I don't think he would need any; I smile at him. Photo of slim tattooed daddy This is how I match all of the 19 remaining daddies . Kissing, touching, feeling-it makes me horny and hard. I keep the 19th daddy for Leroy. He's a skinny older man with a short shaved head; you can clearly see his bones sticking out. He's not the type Leroy would like at all. He looks mean, poisoned . On his body, he has a tattoo with the letters HIV. He is a proud one... "Let me see your watch," I smile at him. As he does , it lights up red. That's not really a surprise to me. But... what is the rest of his status ? I wait a few seconds, and then it shows me. Full- blown toxic poz. Fuck yeah!!! He is really toxic. His smartwatch shows he has near 800,000 copies per milliliter of blood. He is a damn sick, dirty, proud daddy. And his cock? I grab his jock and can feel a damn hard, big small cock in there. I bet it will stand out on his slim body. He is grinning dirty at me. "You have a good tight hole that I can fuck up," he asks me? I have something dirty for him. "You take the boy next door," I wink at him. "Make him yours , make him scream ..." I walk to the wooden chest to see what items are left. Just two... a rope and a... sort of condom? I'm not sure what this is. I grab the rope and give it to the daddy. Then I pick up the condom. It's like an iron condom with a sort of iron tip on it. "What is this?" I ask the help . The help and the daddy start to smile. "That's a cruel condom , mate. You just condemned the boy next door. The daddy takes all, and just when they want to leave the room, I ask them if I could join them to help them start up. I still have to wait on my daddy, so... "Okay, sure," they both tell me. Photo of the Full- blown toxic poz daddy We walk all together out of my hotel room to the next door: Leroy's room. The help knocks on the door and opens it with his access card. "Your daddy is here," he shouts into the room. As we walk into the room , I see the silhouette of Leroy . He's standing at his bed, all prepped and ready. He is wearing a tight, small jock, so his ass is free. His cock is barely covered in the jock, smooth and shaved all over. He has put something on his body, some sort of oil; he is glistening in the lights. His hair is loose and his bed is clean white . He's standing with his back to us and watches all of us coming in. I can see joy, hoping for a huge big daddy. Just when the daddy comes around the corner, I can see some disappointment in his eyes. He really isn't into some small thin daddy, but he has no choice. I have some fun inside of me; this is going to be my payback. The daddy smiles when he sees Leroy and his small round ass. He smiles so we can all see he has some rotten teeth in his mouth. "How would you like to have your boy?" the help asks the daddy. The daddy is holding up some rope. "Please bind this boy, ass wide open, so I can have all the fun I want and this slut can't run or pull his hole away. " The help and I start to smile even more. "Okay , Leroy, get on the bed," I tell him. He has no choice. I take the rope together with the help and we start to bind him up. The help is starting with his hands. He puts them against the bed and starts to bind them really fast. I'll start with a leg; I put a huge strong knot around his ankles. Really tight. "Please spread your legs," I tell him. Leroy does as told, and I grab the other side of the rope. I walk with it to the top of the bed. The help looks at me with a questioning face. "I'm not binding those legs down at the end of the bed ," I explain to him. "I'll bind it near his head, so his legs and ass will be spread, opened up, and his ass will lift up in the air, while I'm putting another knot in it. " Within a few minutes, Leroy is ready. Laying down on his back, arms wide, legs wide, spread, and in the air. His ass and hole lifted from the bed, bare and open for the daddy. Slowly, I slide a finger up into his hole. Leroy seems to be a bit dry; he did not lube it. But if I have to guess, the daddy likes it dry and rough as it is; he might not even rim it. At the back of me, the daddy is coming out of the bathroom. His cock is really hard in his jock. "It took a while," he laughs . "I took a pill, so it will stay hard for hours. " "I'll give you the honor to whip my cock out ," he laughs to me. "You matched me up so...." I grab his jock and slip a hand inside. I can feel his hard cock. On his jock, there is a number; my eyes are getting drawn to it. "You like what you feel?" he asks me, wondering what that number on my jock means to? he smiles. "It feels really big," I tell him. "Oh, I guess that's just a number of some sort of brand, I guess,". The daddy starts to laugh. "It's my own brand mark .... It is the number of guys I poz up. 421 boys caught my DNA . 421 are pregnant with my viral load ," he whispers in my ear. "If I die, my DNA will still be all around, boy... and the boy that you matched me up with will be 422 if I'm done with him. I don't shoot blacks... I'll always poz them up. " With that, I grab his hard cock and then. I bend my own head to his ears; fuck him hard and fill him up. I whisper back, "No mercy for this backstabbing guy; he needs to get punished. " With that, I flip his cock out of his jock. Daddies cock is thin, long, and cut. He has some long-hanging balls. I can see some dirty yellow pre-cum hanging around the tip of his cock. Leroy sees it too. I guess you will get a rough fuck, I tell Leroy. I think you wish your first daddy would fuck you again, or Mark ... but this is something else I tell to him again. I can clearly see in Leroy's eyes that he is getting my point. He knows this is a partial revenge on my side. "That's okay, I deserve this, Jake ," he tells me then. Laying on his back, on his back, legs spread and bounded up. "I'll take whatever he has. It is really okay. I'll take my punishment as a man. " The daddy starts to laugh . "Good , then you don't mind this. " From his back, he gets the cruel condom and shows it to Leroy . I can see real fear and excitement coming up in Leroy’s eyes. The daddy gives it to me. "Please help me, boy, to get it over my cock." I do as he asks me and slowly pull it over his cock. It is really rough. the iron is slowly covering his cock. I guess ... this is going to hurt and tear him up? I ask the daddy. It's on, I smile at him. The help now starts to talk to me. "Let's go back to your own match. Let these boys have fun." I guess the daddy will have fun anyway. "Good luck to you, boy. It will hurt. I'm here for you tomorrow," the help smiles at Leroy. Slowly, we start to walk to the door, but I can't let it go. I need to see, so I look back. I can see the daddy taking his place at Leroy’s ass, putting the iron tip against the sphincter of Leroy's . "Don't you use lube?" I hear Leroy ask the daddy, "please?" "I don't , boy. I'll wreck your hole... " I hear the daddy respond to him. With that, I can see the daddy thrust hard against Leroy . It's like a car crash; he just rams it hard in. His big thin cock shoots up Leroy's hole, with his cruel condom covering his cock. His thighs slam hard against Leroy's ass. I see blood streams immediately running down his ass. Leroy screams really hard in pain. Nooo…. Fuckkkkkk. It hurts…… my hole!!!!!! Fuck!!!!! Dammmm!!!!!! Shit!!!!!! auch!!!!!! My hole….my hole….. please!!!!!! With that, we walk out of the door and close it. I can still hear Leroy scream in real pain, but now it's my time... part 6.4 I get to the room whit my help and I sit down at my bed. The help laughs. Your daddy, named Paul, is on his way, whit his partner. Ill leave the door open. Have fun. After a few minutes, my Daddy, with a wicked glint in his dark brown eyes, walks into my hotel room, his heavy footsteps echoing through the quiet space. He's carrying a silver ice bucket filled with something . The room is dimly lit, with the neon lights from the hotel and garden outside casting a bluish glow through the curtains. He's eager to see the expression on my face when he reveals the surprise. "Ah, my little blonde bitch, I've got something special to prep that tight, hungry hole of yours," he says. his voice sounds deep, rough and hoarse I'm nervous... Oh, you brought your picked item? Nodding to the bucket, I wonder what it is, I say to him. Did you bring your partner too? Where is he? In my mind, I am really wondering how daddys partner would look. Another rough daddy around the age of 55? I guess that would match? Daddy sets the ice bucket down on the nightstand with a thump, the bucket echoing through the room. He nods to the door, where the shadow of a figure, undeniably muscular and Latin, is cast against the wall. He looks fit as fuck, but it's still too dark to really see him. Im not sure what his age is… he could be young, old, I don’t know. But if I had to guess he looks a bit younger as daddy. Maybe 50? "You know it, boy," daddy says with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with excitement. " This is Felix, and he is eager to play with you too. But first, let's get you ready." He reaches into the bucket and pulls out something that looks like a frozen ice, in the form of a bullet. "This is going to make your ass nice and slick for us." He tells me, holding it in his hands. The chill of the treat sends a shiver down my spine; is this what I think it is? I can't help but lick my lips at the thought of what's to come. My daddy definitely made his entrance. He is really pressing the right buttons with me. I'm nervous, but I truly want to go on with him. Leroy was right; he is hot and dirty as hell. He definitely knows what he's doing. He knows how to play boys and make them willing. I can feel it. I'm starting to want him too. Get your shorts off, he demands of me. As quickly as I can, I drop my shorts, revealing a tight white jockstrap. My ass fits perfectly in it, showing my bubble butt. My cock is hidden behind the thin fabric but leaves no imagination . "Damn , what is that, Daddy?" I ask him. "Is it what I think it is?" "It's a frozen ass gift, my dear Jake," Daddy says, twirling the frozen ice bullet between his thumb and forefinger. "It's a little gift from the us of love. It's going to make your ass so inviting for us that you'll be begging for it. Its our frozen cum”. Photo of bucket with frozen cum I swallow. It's frozen cum??? I whisper. Fuck... my mind is spinning. Is this real? Frozen cum? It looks really cold. What is he going to do with it... wait? My hole, no... is it meant for my hole? "Is it your cum, daddy? Or from your partner too?" I ask him. Daddy holds the frozen cum up in the air. "This is from both of us, baby boy, its our frozen cum mixed together" he says, his gruff voice thick with anticipation. "It's a little something to show you how much we care about your tight, little ass. To prep it before we use it. Now bend over and let me show you how we use it." He steps closer to the bed where I am, the mattress squeaking slightly under his weight. His hand, large and calloused, reaches out to my cheek, gently turning his face towards me. "bend over and Open up," he commands, his voice low and seductive. As fast as I can, I put myself in a doggy position on the bed, my ass to him. I'll let myself lower, my chest on the bed, but my ass stays up high whit both hands i grab my cheeks and pull them apart. I am all yours daddy. My ass is yours to have fun with. Daddy’s gaze darkens with lust as he watches my willing submission. He takes the frozen cum and presses it against my tight hole. Slowly pushing it into me. The cold causing me to flinch and gasp. The coldness quickly turns to a gentle burn as the frozen semen starts to melt, coating my insides with a slick, sticky cold. "That's it, boy," daddy murmurs, his thumb circling around my hole as he pushes the frozen cum deeper. "You're going to love the feeling of being filled up with our love." daddy tells me softly. Behind him, Felix, the Latin lover, emerges from the shadows, his muscles tremble as he watches the intimate moment, his own excitement building. I can see dark eyes coming from the shadows, his breath heavy with anticipation. Felix looks way younger; he is definitely Latin and has a damn nice brown tan. If I have to guess, somewhere around 28 to 32. He is muscular , fit, with dark black hair, a small mustache, and beard, a smooth body, and tattoos on his chest and body. It looks like he has two biohazard tattoos on his chest, but I can't see it really clearly yet. Daddy is blocking the view. The room feels charged with an electric current of desire as the two men prepare to claim me in every way possible. I shiver from desire; meanwhile, I can feel the coldness in my hole, I can feel my insides it getting wet. The frozen cum load is melting inside me. I glance at Daddy and then at Felix. I have a mix of both loads right inside me. Daddy chuckles darkly at my reaction, his thumb still gently circling my hole and pushing a finger in to open me up. I can feel him pushing the frozen cum deeper in me. "You like that, don't you, baby?" he says, watching as my eyes widen with a mix of pleasure and shock. "You're such a good boy, taking it all in for us." The room feels hotter as the anticipation builds. The sound of others getting fucked by their daddies outside my room fades away, leaving only the heavy breathing of us. The scent of cigar smoke lingers in the air, a potent mix of tobacco and something darker, more primal. This has to be from daddy. He smokes cigars, mixed with his smell of sweat, frozen cum, and who knows what else . Daddy leans in closer, his beard brushing against my ass cheek and my back as he bends over me to my ear. He whispers in my ear, "Felix is going to love fucking you just as much as I will." He winks at Felix , the silver necklace around his neck glinting in the dim light. Withdrawing the partially melted frozen cum load, daddy licks it clean, tasting their combined essence and then swallowing it himself. “Now, let's get started.’’ I watch both of their smartwatches; now a first cum load is dropped in my hole. I can still feel their cold cum coating against the walls inside me, and I haven't even been fucked yet. Will their watches light up red? Are they both poz? How toxic are they? Do they have a huge viral count? And what does the tattoo mean that Felix has? The number, the date? Daddy's eyes follow my gaze to the smartwatches; a big smile spreads across his lips. He bends over me again and nods, his beard brushing against my ear as he whispers, "Yes, baby, we're both positive. And we've got enough toxic love to fill you up." His hand slides down to his own crotch, giving his thick, pulsing cock a squeeze. The watches on both men's wrists flicker red, almost in sync with their racing hearts. Damn , I moan in excitement . "Felix, why don't you come over here and let Jake get a closer look at your ink?" Daddy says. Daddy steps aside, allowing me to fully appreciate the dominant presence of two biohazard tattoos on Felix's chest, the dates 2024 and 1,000 loads 09-15 etched beneath them. The ink seems to pulse with the rhythm of his heart, a silent testament to their shared secret. "You see, Jake, that's the date he became part of the family," Paul says with a proud smirk. "And the number? That's how many times he's been filled with the love of a real man before he turned positive." When I met Felix, he was 28. Back then, we made a promise that I would poz him. Only after he took his first 1,000 loads was he allowed to test, to make it a special number. And guess what... after those loads, the first test was positive. Paul grins. This reminds him and me of it every day. Now he is 29 and spreading my daddy's toxic load to honor me. Photo of Daddy and Felix The room feels like it's spinning around me as he processes the information. The idea of being the next in line, of joining this twisted ritual, sends a thrill through my body that I can't resist. I eagerly shake with my ass on the bed, my knees on the soft mattress with my ass to Daddy. "Good boy," Daddy murmurs, his hand reaching out to stroke my hair. "Now, let's show you what it means to truly serve your Daddy ." My mind is spinning, a little in doubt. Is this what I want? Do I really want both guys using and fucking me? Do I want them to cum inside me, maybe even poz me? I'm not sure, but this is so hot. My body wants it; my hole craves them. I need to... my hole is dripping cum from their frozen loads. Well, I'm probably already too late. And I don't want to give Mark the credit to poz me. One of their shared cum loads is already melting deep inside me. So...... let me take all of them. Felix steps closer, his black smart still glowing red. His dark eyes meet mine, filled with a fierce hunger to fuck, to use, to abuse, and to breed. I run a hand over his tattoo, touching the numbers with possessive fondness. "You're going to be part of our history, Jake," he says, his voice thick with lust. "We might even give you your own tattoo. Every time you look at the tattoo, you'll remember the night you became one of us." I love that idea. It makes me even harder and hornier . Is it a possibility to be like Felix? I love his ink; I love the thought. I want them both to have me. I gently lean up to him and start to kiss his biohazard tattoo on his chest, my mouth and tongue licking the curves of his biohazard tattoo, slowly moving to his nipple. I'll take his nipple in my mouth and lick it, my tongue turning circles around it . Daddy watches my innocent exploration with a predatory gaze. My cock twitches in my jockstrap, straining against the fabric. The head of my cock is peeking out from my jockstrap. "Look at our little slut," Daddy murmurs to Felix, who's now fully erect. "He's eager to taste the power of his new daddies." Daddy reaches down to stroke my smooth hair, guiding my mouth to Felix's cock. "Now, boy, show us what you've got. Suck him like you mean it." Slowly i take Felix cock in my mouth, licking his cock head. sucking him a bit deeper so my lips run over hiss haft. Felix gasps as my warm, eager mouth encloses his cock, the sensation of my tongue on his sensitive skin is sending shockwaves through his body. His hand instinctively goes to the back of my head, guiding him deeper, feeling the softness of my hair and the heat of my breath. I am tasting pre-cum mixed with the remnants of a ass he fucked just before me. "That's it," he groans, his grip tightening. "Take it all, boy. You're going to make a perfect breeding ground for us." Daddy cannot resist the sight of my enthusiastic service, stepping closer, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his own cock. The head, slick with pre-cum, bobs with each beat of his heart. His eyes are on the tattoo that marks Felix as his property, the red light of their watches casting an eerie glow across their bodies. His hand moves to my shoulder, squeezing it tightly as he watches my head bob up and down, taking in Felix's cock with a greediness that only serves to fuel my own desire. Daddy strokes himself in time with my movements, his thoughts racing with the knowledge that he's about to add another boy to his knocked-up list. The scent of sex fills the air, a potent mix of arousal and dominance that sends a shiver down my spine. Daddy leans in, whispering into my ear, "You're going to take us both, baby. We're going to fill you so full of our cum that you'll never forget who your real daddies are." His voice is a mix of gravel and honey, a siren's call that sends a tremor through my body. I feel Daddy's hands reach around my body, grabbing my shirt . His calloused hands make quick work of the buttons; he just rips my shirt off. The fabric tears away to reveal my smooth, pale skin. Daddy's eyes rake over my body. He runs his hand down my back, tracing the contours of my spine before reaching my ass cheeks. He squeezes my ass gently. I let out a muffled moan around Felix's cock. My jockstrap is getting really tight. I'm getting really hard in it while I keep sucking Felix. My eyes watch above, over the muscular belly and chest of Felix, clearly showing his tattoos, seeing his face in pleasure and smiling while I suck him. My eyes are red and watering. Daddy's rough fingers trace the line of my jockstrap, feeling my cock straining against the fabric. His gaze lingers on my bulging cock, I can see Daddy's own desire growing with every second. He steps closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You're doing so good, baby," he growls, his hand moving to my crotch. Then he yanks my jockstrap down, freeing my rock-hard cock, which bounces back, erect and leaking pre-cum. Felix, why don't you take a break and let me show Jake what a real daddy's cock tastes like? Daddy growls Felix pulls back his cock. I feel it slide out of my mouth. My spit drips on his shaft and down my mouth as he pulls back. Drops of spit fall onto the floor. Daddys takes Felix place, his massive cock in front of my face His cock covered whit thick veins, pulsing with the beat of his heart. "Look at it, boy," he says, his voice a gruff whisper. "This is what a real man's cock looks like." He grips the base of his shaft and guides it to my watering mouth, watching as i eagerly opens my mouth up. my eyes still watering slightly from my previous task. "Take it all in, baby," he commands me, pushing inch by inch into my warm wet mouth. The taste of his precum mingles with the lingering flavor of Felix Daddy's cock is really big and thick, almost too thick. I struggle to get it down my through Daddy chuckles, the sound sending vibrations through his cock, which makes my eyes water even more. "Don't worry, baby," he says, his voice sounds like a rough rumble. "You'll get used to it. That's what good boys do, they take it all for their daddies." His grip tightens slightly on the back of my head, guiding my movements as he fucks my mouth with a steady, deep rhythm. The salty, musky taste of his pre-cum fills my mouth, the scent of desire and power overwhelming me….. I’m drooling….. Spit and gag is running down my chin, onto the bed and floor, while daddy is fucking my mouth Daddy's eyes bore into me, watching me struggle with a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. "That's right, take it," he murmurs, his hand moving to the back of my head, holding me in place as he thrusts deeper. His cock hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag, but the sound only motivates him to continue . He can feel the power he has over me, the control he holds in this moment. The red glow from their watches seems to pulse with his rhythm. The room seems to spin around me in a haze of lust and submission. The sound of my gagging fills the room. I cough around his cock. I want to take it all, but it's so thick. His balls swing with every thrust he makes . Daddy's hand moves to my chin, his thumb brushing away the drool that sticks to the corners of my mouth. He smiles, the kind of smile that holds the promise of a thousand dark secrets. "Good boy," he says, his voice a gentle rumble. "You're doing so well for us. But you are going to take it all the way in your throat." With daddy's thick cock in my mouth, I nod vigorously, trying to show him that I'm ready and willing to take whatever he gives me. I want to pleasure him, to make him feel as good as I know he's going to make me feel. My eyes water and my throat tightens around his shaft as I struggle to take him deeper, but I don't pull away. I want to be a good boy for him, to make him proud. Daddy 's grip on my head tightens as he senses my determination. "That's it," he murmurs, his hips bucking slightly with each gag. He can feel the head of his cock touching the back of my throat, the sensation exquisite. His own breathing quickens, his heart racing with excitement. "Look at you, boy," he says, his voice strained with pleasure. "Taking it all like a champ." My eyes water profusely as I try to take all of Daddy's cock, my throat muscles straining around his thick shaft. I grip the bed sheets, my knuckles turning white as I focus on not choking. Daddy 's smile widens, his eyes lighting up with fierce excitement as he watches my desperate efforts to please him. With a sudden and powerful thrust, he pushes his cock deeper, filling my mouth completely until his balls slap against my chin. My eyes go wide with shock and the need to gag, but I hold on, my throat muscles working around his thick cock. I'm swallowing, gagging, coughing his cock deep in my throat . His thick cock scratching deep in my throat . Tears running down my face . The sound of my muffled whimpers fills the room, mixing with the wet noises of Daddy 's cock sliding in and out of my mouth. The scent of sex grows stronger as the tension in the air thickens. Felix approaches the bed, his own cock still hard and wet from my mouth. He holds the next frozen cum load between his thumb and forefinger, watching as Daddy 's cock stretches my mouth wide. "Looks like someone's ready for round two," he says with a wicked grin, his voice thick with lust. He presses the cold frozen cum against my hole; the cold contrast makes me gasp around Daddy 's cock. I feel it being pushed inside me. I can feel it starting to melt in the heat of my hole. The feeling makes me shiver. It feels weird but also so hot knowing that I am getting filled up by them without even getting fucked yet. Daddy groans in approval, the vibrations of his voice resonating through his cock and into my mouth. His hand moves from the back of my head to his own balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as he watches the second frozen cum load disappear into my hungry ass. It is cold in my hole; I can feel the frozen cum melting inside my warm, hot, and wet hole. It makes me shiver again. The second load is in me, coating my insides. I am a slut, a real slut for them. The red glow from their watches seems to pulse in sync with their shared passion. "You're doing so well, baby," he says, his voice strained with pleasure. He pulls out of my mouth, a string of saliva connecting us briefly before breaking. Now, let's get you ready for some real fun. Daddy gives my cheek a firm pat, his beefy hand leaving a red handprint. "Turn around, boy, let's get you on your back," he orders me. I do as I'm told and lay on my back on the bed. Holding my legs up, presenting him with my hole. "Felix, hold him down," Daddy commands. As Felix's strong arms press against my chest, Daddy moves into position behind me, his cock slick with spit and precum. He grabs my legs and pulls them over his shoulders, his strong hands gripping my waist. He lines his cock up with my well- prepared hole, feeling the warmth and tightness that await him. He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding with the anticipation of the claiming to come. "Ready? My heart races as Daddy’s cockhead pushes at my hole. The feeling of the coldness of the frozen cum load is now replaced with the heat of pure anticipation. My mind swirls with a mix of excitement and submission. Can i really take it? Can my body handle the size of his cock that is about to enter me? my eyes gaze to the red glow of the watches, a stark reminder of what's to come. I nod, my voice whimpers, "Yes, Daddy, I'm ready." The room seems to close in around me as i feel the first pressure, the head of daddy's cock is stretching me open. It burns, but there's a dark thrill to the pain, a promise of the ultimate submission. I brace myself, my muscles tensing, as Daddy pushes in, the sound of our bodies joining echoing through the hotel room like a declaration of war on my innocence. The head of Daddy's cock breaches my tight sphincter, the pop making us both groan as one. Daddy 's eyes roll back in his head, his teeth clenched in pleasure from the sensation of my tightness. He pauses for a moment, giving my body time to adjust before he starts to push in deeper; the wet sound of his cock slowly sliding in, together with my moans, fills the room. "You're so good, baby," he grunts, his grip on my legs tightening. "So fucking tight." At the same time, I am moaning too, moaning in pleasure. "Fuck, daddy, fuck... Your thick... Your cock... it feels so warm inside me." Slowly, I feel him slide deeper and deeper into my frozen cum-coated hole. I let out a loud yelp as Daddy’s cock slams into me in one swift, brutal thrust, the pain that burns through my body like a knife. The frozen cum inside me is being pushed even deeper, the coldness mixing with the burning sensation of being stretched wide open. My eyes squeeze, and my nails dig into the bed. I'm panting, my body trembling, but the pain quickly mixes whit something else, something darker and more primal. Feelings that I crave, a feeling I am his fuck slut, a feeling I am wanted, a feeling... of being filled up... Daddy's eyes never leave my face, watching the play of emotions-the pain, the shock, and finally, the surrender-as he buries his cock inside me. He feels the head of his shaft hit my prostate, my body twitching in response. Daddy is pushing his cock deeper and deeper against my second hole. "That's it," he says, his voice a low growl. "Take it all, baby." He starts to fuck me with a deep, powerful rhythm, the slapping of our bodies echoing through the room. The red glow of their watches casts a hellish light over the scene, a silent testament to the raw, unfiltered passion that drives our actions. My body almost slides off the bed, though Felix holds me down as Daddy's cock slams into me. I feel a sharp pain, reminding me of my submission. I moan deeply, a mixed sound of pleasure and pain as I feel my hole getting stretched to its limits. My mouth opens in a silent beg for more. The sensation of the frozen cum moving deeper and deeper on top of Daddy's cock inside me is almost too much to bear. It rams up through my second hole, lubing it all up with melting cum. I crave the feeling of fullness that only a cock can provide. Softly, I whisper , "Yes, Daddy, please... I need it." My hand moves to my own cock, stroking it in time with the rhythm of Daddy's thrusts. Daddy's eyes glint with satisfaction at the desperate whine in my voice. He knows I want it, I need it, and he's more than happy to give it to me. He reaches down to grab my wrist, pulling my hand away from my cock. "No, baby," he says, his voice a gruff command. "Daddy's in charge of that." He takes over the task, his hand wrapping firmly around my shaft, stroking it in time with his own powerful thrusts. "Now, where's my good little slut?" he asks me , looking to the side where Felix is waiting, his cock still rock hard. I see Felix standing there with his cock still hard, holding me down. I open my mouth, and I start to lick his cock, while Daddy keeps thrusting. Felix's eyes blaze with lust as I stick my tongue out to lick the head of his cock. He moves closer, positioning himself so that I can suck him, while Daddy continues to pound my ass. "That's right, boy," Felix says, His voice strained with desire. "Suck me like you mean it." I feel cum dripping out of my ass as Daddy fucks me with no mercy, my body trembling under the weight of his powerful thrusts. His hand is wrapped around my cock, stroking it in sync with his movements. Meanwhile, I've wrapped my lips around the head of Felix's cock, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. Moans and whims escape out of my mouths, as daddy keeps ramming his cock up my hole. Moans and whims escape from my mouth as daddy keeps ramming his cock into my hole. I can feel my insides getting torn apart. His cock is roughly filling me up. But I want this; I need it. As Daddy's thick cock continues to stretch and fill me, the initial pain starts to fade away, replaced by an overwhelming wave of lust that crashes over me like a tidal wave. My moans become more eager, my body moving in time with his thrusts as if we're dancing to a primal rhythm. I feel my ass clenching around his cock, trying to pull him in deeper. The coldness of the melted frozen cum turns into a distant memory. My eyes lock onto Felix's; his hands hold me in place as he watches Daddy claim me. I can't help but crave more. I can feel Daddy's cock thrusting in my hole, my mouth watering as I suck Felix's cock deep in my mouth, feeling his cock pulse with each beat of his heart. This is what I am made for; this is my destiny. I am a fuck slut. Daddy grunts with approval as I start to relax and enjoy more of his cock, his strokes growing rougher, his hips pounding against my ass with each thrust. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice a gravelly growl. "You like being Daddy's little slut." He glances at Felix, whose eyes are glued to the sight of Daddy’s cock disappearing into my hole. "You want some of this, too, don't you? I nod eagerly, my eyes glazed with need as I feel Daddy's hand tighten on my cock, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. I suck in more of Felix's cock, trying to deep throat him, but he is so big... the taste of pre-cum is making me moan. Moans escape my mouth around the shaft of his cock; it sounds like a hot mumble. The pain in my ass fades away into something darkly pleasurable, each thrust sending waves of sensation through my body. I nod again, my voice a breathless whimper, "Yes, Daddy. Yes, please. Let him fuck me too." Daddy's smile widens, the thrill of the power play rushing through him. "Good boy," he murmurs, his strokes becoming faster, more demanding. Then he pulls out of my ass with a wet pop, watching as my hole clenches and relaxes, begging to be filled again. "Felix," he says, his voice commanding, "It's your turn." Felix's eyes are filled with a hunger that only gets worse at the sight of Daddy's cock leaving my stretched hole. Felix walks to me, switching places with Daddy; the head of his cock is really big and slimy from my mouth. He grabs my hips, "You ready for me, baby?" he asks, his voice a low growl. I nod my head. My eyes are full of lust. I want to be fucked so badly. I want to feel every inch of his cock deep inside me. I want it to hurt, I want it to be real. I moan out loud. Felix's grip on my hips tightens as he lines up his own thick, veiny cock with my gaping hole that's already been so thoroughly prepared by Daddy. His eyes meet mine in a silent moment, preparing for what's coming next. Then he slams into me, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. My scream fills the room, a mix of pain and pleasure as I'm split apart by the huge size of the Latin cock. Fuuuuccccckkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!.............. I yell out loud. His red glow from his watch seems to pulse in time with the harsh slaps of flesh on flesh, the room echoing with the sounds of raw passion and dominance. The pain is unbearable as Felix rams his cock into me, but it's a sweet agony that I crave more of. I can only manage to moan around Daddy's hand that's now wrapped around my throat, his other hand still stroking my cock. My body feels like it's being torn apart, but the lust consuming me is too intense to let me care. I feel Felix's cock hit a spot inside me that makes me see stars, and I know that's my second hole. The sensation is indescribable, like nothing I've ever felt before. Felix's grip on my hips tightens even more, he stares down at my body beneath him. Each thrust is like a declaration of ownership, a brutal claiming that leaves no room for doubt. His cock slams into my hole, scratching my prostate whit each trust. my body tensed up and willing. a delicious display of pleasure-pain for Felix and daddy. Then Felix trusts even harder. His cock shoots up my hole, further than ever before. His balls slap hard against my ass. I feel his cock head shoot deep inside me and a deep sharp pain . I yelp. Pain mixed with lust is taking over my body. I yell hard. AHHHHHHHH.... SHITTTTT...... DAMNNNNN ..... my voice is muffled by daddy's grip on my throat. But it cannot prevent my screams from being clearly audible His cock head pushes through my second hole, ripping my insides even deeper. I can feel my second hole getting torn apart. Fuckkk... nooooo... you're making me bleed, I mumble to him. Felix and Daddy both keep watching me, holding their eyes on me, grinning. “That's the purpose” , Daddy whispers, “take it all... Take all we have...” With the intense pain, I feel myself also in lust. Felix's cock is deeper than anyone has been. Fuck me... fuck me... I moan, fuck me hard... The pain is intense, but it's what I want, what I need. Each thrust from Felix sends waves of pleasure through my body, mixing with the tight grip on my throat from Daddy. The walls of my hole are being ripped open inside me, cum coating my insides, their DNA mixing with mine. i can feel them becoming part of me. slowly some red ass fluid is dripping out of my hole. Felix is really ripping my hole, but i don’t want it to stop. He can do whatever he likes. I need this. I need them both I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, my ass clenching around their cocks. I beg for more, my voice hoarse and desperate. Daddy leans over me, his warm breath smelling to cigars, in my ear. "You're doing so good for us," he whispers, his own cock still rock hard and throbbing. He kisses my neck, his teeth graze my tender skin. "Ready for more?" I nod my head, my eyes begging. "Yes, Daddy. I'm all yours," I manage to croak out, the words barely audible. I want them to claim me, to fill me up with their cum…. their viral load. Felix pulls his cock out of my hole with a wet plopping sound, his cock glistening with a mix of cum, ass fluids, and my blood. Felix drops down on the bed and lies back, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes never leaving me. Daddy gives my neck one final squeeze before letting go. My eyes are glazed with pain and pleasure as I watch Felix lay down, his cock still standing tall and proud. I move shakily to straddle my Latin stud, my legs trembling but eager for more. I lower myself onto Felix's cock, feeling my hole burn as it stretches me open again. But this is what I want, what I need. Daddy watches with a possessive gaze as i start to ride Felix, the latin man's cock disappearing into my hole once more. Daddy’s cock twitches with anticipation as he moves into position, climbing onto the bed. "Ready, baby?" he asks, his voice a low whit a animalistic growl. I nod my head, my voice barely audible, " I'm not sure, but I am yours to use." The words come out in a desperate, needy plea. I'm trembling with anticipation, my body begging for more of the pain and pleasure that comes from being used by these two powerful men. Daddy’s smile is cold and hungry as he positions himself behind me, his cock slick with precum and my ass juices. He aligns his cock with my stretched, reddened hole, feeling the heat and tightness, while Felix cock is still in me. "You're going to take us both, baby," he says, his voice low and gruff. "You're going to be our little cumdump." As Daddy starts to push his cock into me alongside Felix's, the pain is unbearable. It feels like I'm being ripped apart, but the need to be filled and claimed by them both is overwhelming. I bite my bottom lip hard to muffle my screams, my eyes watering as they both stretch me beyond my limits. My sphincter is resisting daddy’s cock. But daddy keeps building up his pressure. Daddy’s eyes are dark with desire as he watches the head of his cock pushing against my stretched up hole, my sphincter fighting against it, but slowly failing. He leans forward, whispering into my ear, "You're doing so good, baby. Just a little more." His hand moves to my hip, guiding me down onto Felix's cock, the two of them inching closer together. The sound of skin on skin, cock against cock, and the muffled grunts of effort are filling the room. With one final push, daddy cock breaches my sphincter, the head popping in with a wet, painful sound that makes my eyes roll back in my head. my body convulses as Daddy’s cock slices through my resistance, the pain unlike anything i ever felt before. But with it comes a rush of adrenaline, a sense of being used and claimed that makes me scream out, "Fuckkkkk……... Ahhhh……... Damn…….... Noo……... My hole!!!!!! My hole!!!!!! Your ripping me!!!!! Fuck!!!!!!. I need you both!!!!!!!!" I can feel their cocks rubbing together inside me, the friction is sending sparks of pain and pleasure through my body. My ass is theirs to ruin, their playground for the night. two massive, toxic cocks pounding in me. Daddy's strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me steady as he begins to fuck me in the same rhythm as Felix. The two cocks slide in and out of my hole, their rhythm matching perfectly despite the difference in their sizes. My eyes are squeezed shut, my hands grabbing the bed. Felix is covering my mouth while he lays under me, trying to muffle my cries. The pain is like nothing I have ever experienced, but it's mixed with a thrill that makes my cock throb. I can feel my ass being torn apart, stretched to the breaking point, but the idea of being used by these two powerful men, having both their cocks in me at the same time, getting double penetrated , only fuels my desire. The red glow from their watches pierces the darkness, a silent reminder of the dangerous game we are playing. The pain is unbearable, but somehow, it only makes me want more. I can feel Daddy's and Felix's cocks pushing against each other inside me, the pressure unreal. Each thrust feels like it's going to tear me apart, but I push back, eager to take them both deeper. My hole is stretched to its limits, and I know it will never be the same again. Some ass liquids are dripping out of my hole, deep red drops running down both their shafts, mixed with precum and remnants of their frozen cum. Daddy's grip on my waist tightens, his thrusts becoming rougher and harder as he feels the head of his cock sliding against the base of Felix's. The heat, the tightness, the horniness, and the desire to poz me are driving him wild. He bites down on his bottom lip, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. "Take it, baby," he groans, his voice strained. "Take us both, all the way." My body is in a mix of pain and pleasure as Daddy and Felix double penetrate me rougher and rougher, their cocks moving in a synchronized dance of dominance. Each thrust feels like a knife, but the desire to be claimed by these two men overpowers any thought of resistance. My ass feels like it's on fire, the pain unbearable yet exhilarating. I feel their cocks stretching me wider and wider, pushing deeper into me. The sound of their hips smacking against my ass fills the room, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Sweat drips from my forehead, stinging my eyes, but I keep them open, watching the red glow from their watches, feeling the heat from their bodies against my back and chest, and gazing Felix's biohazard tattoo on his chest. It seems to dance in their thrusts and in our heat. Their grunts of pleasure only fuel the fire within me, making me want to push through the pain to reach that sweet release. I want their cum deep in me. As Daddy and Felix continue to pound into me, I feel the pressure building in my prostate, my body begging for relief. The pain is now a constant companion, a reminder of the depth of their claim. My ass is stretched so wide that I can feel the head of each cock graze against the other, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine with every movement. I can feel their cocks swelling inside me, and I know I'm close to the edge, my body ready to be claimed fully by these two toxic daddies. The pain reaches a limit, and I can't help but yell out, "Poz me, Daddies! I need it! Make me yours forever!" My voice is hoarse, the desperation clearly hearable as I beg for them to fill me up with their toxic cum. "Spray it deep inside me! I want to feel you both, together!" You ripped my hole, now take the rest of my body and soul. Make me yours Daddy's eyes widen with excitement as I desperately beg. He can feel the power coursing through him, the thrill of knowing that he's about to claim me completely, marking me with his toxic load. "You want it, baby?" he asks, his voice a mix of roughness and sweetness, his thrusts becoming more irregular, his cock swelling with anticipation. "You want to be part of Daddy 's club?" Felix's grip on my hips tightens, his thrusts going even deeper, ripping me up deep beyond my second hole again. "You're gonna take it," he says, his voice a harsh growl. "You're gonna be our little cum slut forever." The room is a orchestra of grunts, slaps, and the wet sounds of flesh on flesh, the red glow of their watches casting an eerie light over us, a silent testament to the power dynamics at play. Yeah... I want it... I need it...," I gasp , my voice a desperate whine as I feel their cocks pounding into me, stretching me so wide that I can feel my insides being rearranged. I feel my hole ripping, tearing by their cocks pounding in me. It's getting looser and looser with each thrust . Their cocks are sliding in easier and deeper. My hole is bleeding, wet with their precum and the frozen cum. I'm in love with this pleasurable pain. I'm in love with these daddies and what they are doing to me. My body is on fire, my ass a battleground for their dominance, and I've never felt more alive. "I want you both to fill me up, Daddies... Make me one of you," I beg, my eyes never leaving the red glow of their watches. Daddy's eyes gleam with excitement at the sound of my desperate begging, his strokes becoming more forceful as he feels his orgasm approaching. "You're going to take it all," he says, his voice a mix of promise and threat. "Every drop of Daddy's and my love, baby. You're going to be ours forever." With one final, powerful thrust, I feel his cock thrusting deep up my ass, his balls slapping against my ass. He roars with pleasure as he starts to cum, load after load. The feeling of Daddy's hot cum filling me up, next to another cock deep in my hole, is like nothing I've ever felt before. I can feel it deep inside me, mixing with my own ass juices, my blood from ass wounds , and the remnants of the frozen cum loads. I feel his loads shooting deep in me, coating my insides. His hot, warm cum fills me. His cock keeps pulsing with each cum load. I hear him growl deeply in my ear, his beard scratching my neck while he keeps filling me up. It's as if my body is being rewritten with each pulse of their cocks, turning me into their toy, their cumslut. His orgasm seems to last an eternity, each pulse of cum a declaration of ownership. I keep moving my hips, taking every inch of them, my body begging for more. I look down at Felix, his eyes locked onto mine, and I know he's close too. I lean down and kiss him, our tongues dancing as we share the taste of our lust. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, a symphony of lust and pain. The head of Daddies cock brushes against Felix's shaft, all in my hole. You're ours forever," Daddy murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure. "Felix, are you ready to breed him?" he shouts to him. I feel Felix's cock pulsing against the insides of my ass, and I know he's just as close. "Do it," I pant, my voice shaking with need. "Cum in me together, Daddies. Make me one of you." Felix's eyes bore into me, his pupils dilated with lust. He feels the pressure building in his cock, the need to mark me as theirs. With one final, powerful thrust, he joins daddy, filling my ass with his own hot cum. Felix shoots even deeper in me, his seed spraying way past my second hole. Massive loads. 4,6,7,9….. shots of sticky warm cum deep inside me. So deep and hard in me, I get a slightly nauseous feeling with each load he sprays deep in my guts. His cum shot so deep that it will never come out of me, even if I wanted it to. But this is what I want. I want to be theirs. The sensation of the two cocks inside me, pumping their toxic seed into my body, is overwhelming. the sensation of being claimed by these two powerful men sends me over the edge . my body goes is overdrive, my own orgasm crashing to me like a tidal wave. My cock starts to swell up and then I shoot. Cum shot after cum shot, while both cocks are still deep in me. My cum all over Felix's chest, over his muscles, over his biohazard tattoo and even some hit his face. My body shakes with the intensity of it all. "You're ours now," Daddy murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. My body still convulses with the feeling of their cocks inside me, the last remnants of me cumming. I just shot my load all over Felix. Maybe my last neg load? My ass feels like it's on fire, the pain and pleasure melding into a single, all-consuming sensation. I feel a deep connection to Daddie and Felix, a bond forged through pain and lust. My eyes lock onto the red glow of their watches as they both pull out of me , their cum leaking out of my ravaged hole. I know I became part of Daddie , a part of their club, forever marked by their toxic love. Felix flips me onto my back so he can get up from the bed, leaving me exhausted, lying on the bed. Daddy leans over and kisses my sweaty forehead, his breath warm and comforting, smelling of cigars. "Thank you, baby," he murmurs, his hand stroking my cheeks. "You did so well for us." The red glow from their watches seems to dim slightly, the intensity of the moment passing, but the memory of their shared power play will always stay with me now. My body is a trembling mess, my legs shaking while I lie on my back. My ass feels like it's been torn apart, the pain a constant throb that's somehow still delicious. I look up at the two Daddies with a mix of awe and gratitude. "Thank you," I whisper. "I've never felt so...used and wanted." The words come out in a breathless rush, my chest heaving with the effort. Daddy takes a moment to appreciate the sight of my ravaged ass, the blood and cum mixing together, leaking out of my hole on the white sheets. He nods to Felix, the unspoken signal that their work here is done. "You did such a good job for us, baby," he says, his voice full of satisfaction. "Now, we're going to let you rest and absorb your new reality." He stands, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with the remnants of their conquest. Daddy walks over to the nightstand and grabs a pack of cigars, lighting one up. The room’s silence is only broken by the crackling of the cigar as he takes a long, slow drag. My body feels like it's been through a meat grinder. The pain is intense, but it's a reminder of the incredible experience I just had. I lie there, my ass leaking cum and blood, feeling utterly used and absolutely satisfied. "Thank you, Daddies," I murmur with a weak voice again. Thank you so much . I am glad I picked you guys as my match. The daddy takes a drag from his cigar, the smoke curling around him. He looks at my wrecked ass, a smirk playing on his lips. "You did so well, baby, no thanks at all," he says, the pride in his voice unmistakable. "You really took everything we gave you. But now, it's time for you to rest." He pats my ass cheek before walking over to the closet and pulling out a towel. He tosses it to Felix. "Clean him up, lover," he says with a wink. "We're going to leave our little slut to absorb his new status." I feel a strange sense of pride in the destruction they've wrought on my body while the towel lands on my chest. Felix grabs it and starts to gently clean the cum and blood from my skin; his touch is surprisingly tender after the roughness of their fucking. Daddy takes another drag from his cigar. He nods at Felix, a silent order for him to clean himself too. Felix wipes off the cum I shot over his body. Slowly, Felix starts to finish the cleaning. "You've been a very good boy, Jake," Daddy says to me, his voice low and rumbling. "You took everything we gave you, and you liked it." He takes one last look at my stretched, gaping, leaking hole, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Now, it's time for you to rest," he adds, his tone firm but not unkind. "We're going to leave you here to think about what you've become. When you want another round, you know where to find us. " With that, they both start to walk away, getting through the door and closing it behind them. I'm done... my body is done... Then I fall asleep.

As a top . The feeling is incredible. Two cocks sliding up and down and if we cum at the same time ....... wow. All I can say is go for it you will enjoy it.

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 remember a most of my early encounters revolved around role play. Typically I was the aggressor and they were my role play victims. Those early year encounters probably helped shape my desires throughout the rest of my life. A strong mental connection can sometimes blur the lines between reality and fantasy. Those are the best experiences.

My first husband and I eventually opened our relationship. After only a few threesomes, it became clear to us what fantasy had motivated him to open things even though he had been the one to insist on monogamy: he really got off on watching other men fuck and breed me. This was more of a stag fetish than cuck; he wanted to fuck my sloppy hole after they were done. He always insisted that they not have a bigger cock than him, but he was 8" by 6" which meant it usually wasn't an issue. The only time he would ever get jealous was when we played with a guy more hung than him. This eventually led to us going to the bathhouse and sex parties together. On a couple of occasions, he put me in the sling at the bathhouse and was actively recruiting guys to breed me. We also played separately in these places. He would check in from time to time to see how many loads I had collected and enjoy a few strokes in my sloppy hole. Although I eventually did go on PrEP, a lot of this took place before that. He was really into watching me take loads. He passes away suddenly 6 years ago, but I did enjoy our adventurous sex life.

The first time I took raw dick was at a Bath House downtown LA. I met this sexy Latin married man about 30 some. He had hard body and nipple that were hard. I had come from the bars and really horny. We were in the glory holes and he gave me some poppers to sniff. I reached back to discover that he was huge not big. He didn't want to get sucked. He had some precum on the tip. I asked him to put a condom on but he said he didn’t have one that fit. I said I could go to the desk and buy one that could fit you. He said hold on just let me put it in a little. so he gave me some poppers again and he put it in a little and it just felt so good. Next thing you know I’m totally wet down there and he’s just pumping me really deep and hard. It was like I lost my mind. Because he fucked me so deep and wet for over an hour. I even came while he was busting his nectar in me as I said for the 3 time don't cum in me. He was dripping at first but when he finally came. It was so much he told me he hadn't cum for 5 days. I always get hard when I remember that cause at that moment, I realize God I love guys fucking me raw, cause it felt so wet and so hard and so deep , and the smell of sex and the sweat and the way he just shot deep in my ass. So much pleasure and pain.

He turned me around and I spread my cheeks… this was gonna hurt, I had already cum. He started to play with my hole and apply lube? It.. was my own CUM. The smell of fresh cum, my own cum. Then I felt the head of his dick. It’s too dry but it’s popping in and out wetter each time. He didn’t swallow but kept it as lube to fuck me wiih! fucking my hole which is now CUM sloppy pops in and I can’t believe I’m being fuck raw with my own cum load. It’s sloppy and squishing and bbc is going to toen. He kneels down and start eating my hole. Omg is he making a snowball from my own cum and his spit?” Cum and spit is flowing down. White foam. My hole is so loose and wet. He starts knocking on the wall and I feel him twitch and shake in my second hole. He’s cumming in my wet pussy. After the euphoria. He pulls out, stand up and uses the tissues to clean up. I offer to clean him up but he refused and left the glory hole booth. My hole is so loose and I stay but no other top comes in. I want to marry this guy!

Part 3 - more breeders She came around behind me and placed her engorged cock in my crack. "Wow. Your fuckhole is cummy." She placed the head of her cock at the entrance and slowly pushed in. "Wow. He dumped a huge, hot load in there." I heard squishy sounds as she slowly fucked me. "Gotta work his potent load in there and make sure they mix with mine." Her phone buzzed as she slowly fucked me. "Ah good. The next breeder is here." She pulled out and came back around in front of me. "Clean my cock and taste his load." I eagerly opened my mouth and she stuck her cock in. I enjoyed the mixture of cum and my ass on her cock. I felt something being pulled over my head. "We are going to put the hood on again. I want to film this one." Once she had the hood over my eyes, she pulled her cock from my mouth. "Fix the hood so that it is comfortable." I reached up and adjusted the hood until if was comfortable and I could see properly. "All set, Mistress." "Now for the twist, slut." She put something over the eye holes and snapped it in place. I couldn't see at all. "This will be completely anonymous for you. You won't see the breeder until we watch the video back again." There was a knock at the door and she climbed off the bed. I remained in position. I heard the door open and close. "Welcome Sir. Glad you could swing by. As you can see, he is in position and ready for you. He has multiple loads in him already." His voice was raspy. "Good. You said he was negative and not on meds, right?" "Yes Sir. He was negative when he arrived but he has multiple poz loads in him now." "Good. I love breeding negative sluts. You're going to film this, right?" "Yes Sir." "Good. Make sure I get a copy so I can add to my collection since I am adding him to my collection of former bugchasers." Again, I heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor followed by the unmistakable sound of a cock being sucked. "Good girl. Make sure you suck those balls too. Good girl. Work further back and rim me. MMMMMMM. I've missed that amazing mouth and tongue." The sounds of licking and sucking continued for several minutes and then suddenly stopped. I felt the bed move as he climbed behind me. "You ready to start filming?" "Yes Sir. Ready to start." "OK. Let's begin. Here we are again. I am about to breed another negative bugchaser with my deathstick. He's got multiple poz loads in him already but we need to make sure it takes. Are you ready for my deathstick, you bugchasing slut?" I hesitated for a second and then responded. "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir. Please fuck me with your poz deathstick." "Good boy" He slapped my ass and stuck the head of his cock at the entrance of my fuckhole. "This is your last chance bugchaser. Once it goes in, there is no turning back. I do not pull out. You sure?" "Yes Sir. Please poz me." "You got it, slut." He grabbed my hips firmly and pushed the entire length of his cock into me in one firm push. It was much thicker and longer than anyone that had fucked me so far. It hurt but in a good way. I grunted and a bottle of poppers was pushed under my left nostril. I inhaled, held it for a second and exhaled. The bottle was put under my right nostril. I inhaled, held for a moment and exhaled. He pulled back a bit and immediately pushed back in hard. I felt every inch of his cock as he fucked me. It hurt but I tried to focus on being a good slut for him. The poppers were alternated between my two nostrils. I inhaled deeply in each nostril and held each time. The more that I focused on inhaling, the less that I felt the pain from being fucked. "Yeah slut. Keep inhaling those poppers. I love breeding a poppered up slut." His voice snapped me back to reality and I started to feel the thickness of his cock again. I also became aware of his balls slapping against my balls. It was uncomfortable but felt good at the same time. The speed of his fucking started to increase and his grip on my hips became firmer. "Here it comes slut. Time to change your status." "POZ me SIR!" He slammed into me hard. I felt spurt after spurt hit my prostate. I thought he would pull out but he didn't. He started to fuck me again. "I can come twice in a row. Helps to make sure it takes." He started with long, slow strokes. The squishy sounds coming from my ass were all that I could focus on. I had never heard noises like that coming from my ass before. "Such a sloppy poz cumdump. I love it." I lost track of time as he continued his long, slow fucking. I could feel his sweat dripping on my body as his relentless fucking continued. He started to increase the speed and intensity along with gripping me harder. "Gotta drive this load deep." He gripped my hips hard, grunted and slammed into me. "arrrggggh." After several minutes, he slowly pulled out and I immediately felt the buttplug get pushed into my well-used fuckhole. He climbed off the bed. "Thanks sluts. I will want to tap both of those asses this week. Keep me posted." She responded, "Yes Sir." I heard him get dressed and the door open. "Great. Thanks again. Have fun." The door closed as he left. She removed my hood and pulled my face up so that I was looking into her face. "You did well slut. You have a couple of minutes to recover before the next breeder arrives." I laid on my stomach and tried to rest. My hole was sore and sloppy at the same time. I had never had some many loads in me at the same time. I had begun to let my mind wander when I felt her remove the buttplug. "Your next breeder is here. Stay on your stomach just like that. He will fuck you that way - as just a hole." "Yes Mistress." She turned down the lights until it was almost dark in the room. There was a knock on the door and I heard her let someone in. "Good evening, Sir. He is laying face down on the bed. When you are ready, I will lead you over to him." "Thanks. I love fucking useless pieces of meat." His voice was deep. "He has a bunch of loads in him already." "Yummy. Sloppy hole too? Love it. I'm really going to drive those loads deep. Does he like it soft or rough?" "He will take it however you prefer, Sir." "Got it. Rough it is." I felt him climb on the bed and move on top of me. I spread my legs and he pushed in between. He put his hands on my lower back and moved closer. I felt his cock in my crack. He grabbed his cock and put it at the entrance of my used fuckhole. He pushed the head inside. It was thicker than any cock that had fucked me so far. He held just the tip in me. I thought this meant he would be gentle. I was wrong. He pushed hard and drove the entire length of his cock deep inside me. Not only was the cock thick but it was long. It hurt. He paused for a moment and then started to fuck - hard. I breathed and tried to relax. I heard her whisper in my ear. "I know this hurts, my obedient slut. You are doing so well and making me so happy. Just focus on how much you are pleasing me by servicing his cock the way he wants." The assault on my ass continued. It continued to hurt but there was also intense pleasure as he continued to hit my prostate with his very long, thick cock. It felt like I might cum so I whispered to her. "It feels like I might cum, Mistress." "Good slut. You can cum from being fucked." The pain and pleasure was overwhelming me. The feeling to cum continued to grow until I couldn't contain it any longer. "uhhhh uhhhh uhhhhh" As I came my ass gripped his cock harder. "Oh yeah, fuckmeat. You ARE enjoying my cock. Here comes your reward." He slammed in hard and I felt his cock get even thicker. I felt every spurt of his cum hit deep inside me. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. He held his cock there for a minute and then slowly withdrew. I laid there as he climbed off the bed, got dressed, and left. "Good job, slut. You did so well. That's enough for tonight. Get cleaned up and then it's time to sleep. We have a full day tomorrow."

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

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

“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.

Besides the obvious, my favorite part of men is the belly. Nothing hotter than feeling a big hairy belt on my back during doggy or prone or letting cum drip out of my ass after a nice rough ride and cleaning it up. So, do me a favor and show me your bellies.

Has anyone here been dp`d? To cocks up your ass at the same time? I never have been but I have become sort of obsessed with the idea and spend a lot of time watching DP porn. The hurt from the stretch factor is enjoyable to me. Maybe even 3P. And of course a gallery watching is always nice.🤪

I have only been db’d once I hooked up a twice with this gay couple who liked using a third (I got the idea that one was a total top and so when the other guy wanted to fuck they needed to find a third ) They were both in some leather ( the top in chaps and a vest … the vrs guy in a vest and arm bands …. They made be strip by the door - put a collar on me … and took me upstairs where they kind of ignored “me” and just kind of used me as a shared sex toy top guy had a shorter (maybe 6”) dick but fat vers guy was may 7, 7-1/2” …. But fortunately really skinny they would take turns using my mouth and ass (but both only came in my ass) The second (and sadly last) time I saw them, at the end of the afternoon the total top lay down on his back and made me ride him …. Then reached up and grabbed the back of my neck pulling me down…. And for the first time kissed me … and that exposed me so the vers guy could get behind me and force his long (fortunately skinny) dick in beside his boy friends cock Good news …..as they had already each cum in my already… I was pre lubed with two big loads of cum …. And I was kind of stretched open … but damn it still hurt (the first two fucks had been hard - rough fucks so my ass lips were already a bit swollen and sore) Bad news …. As they had both already shot one load…. It took awhile for them to shoot their second loads - so it was a long fuck like I say …. Hurt …. But I got into it …. I had mostly been a top with my hook ups … and it had been a long time since I’d been fucked …. But in a twisted way it was a huge turn on to just be used by two other guys for their pleasure (which is not to say that I didn’t cum a few times that afternoon too😉) Unfortunately… I never hooked up with them again…. And never had the chance to find that kind of action again (PS …. A few years later they broke up and I bumped into the “total top” when I went to a hook up … and discovered it was a small group… and you guessed it … “total top” was there … wearing his hot leather chaps … but this time bent over and getting fucked … I got into his ass next … and could tell I was not just the second guy to fuck him that day) … and before I left I could see my load was not going to be his last)

Last weekend in Central Virginia romping in the Woods with the Bears. I like to start early in a run weekend to take advantage of the full balls and stiff dicks. A bear half my age, but a cockring twice the size I have ever accommodated confused my hole for a short time, but had it singing a few stoke down the lane. Then a thin Bear with a huge 8" wrecked my hole. I was in heaven. Next day I played with an older bear that had my asshole quivering as he spoke of his dead partner. My words were empathic, but my desire and lust had my inner slut quivering.

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…

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

Only had it once with two of my former regular black top kings- it was incredible and I have been trying to make it happen again ever since but it has to be with the right guys. I think I finally found the perfect pair but I’ll have to let you guys know how it goes when we have our next session together. Tbh my current master prefers for me to serve him solo

That fun is reserved for men who no longer care what other people think of them. A true pig knows what he wants and will not allow childish opinions of him shame him away from glorious hot sex.

Which is better a straight married. Bottom or top

The comment above is from me. I joined this site because of this chat

Part 5 The stranger rammed his cock all the way into my hole and all I could do was moan and beg him to fuck me. He just laughed and said “I already came in your sloppy cumdump, faggot. How many loads are inside you now?” “Five. And I need a lot more. How long till you can get hard again?” He just laughed and ripped his cock out of my hole. I felt so empty and needed to be filled with cock and, of course, more sperm. Lots more sperm. “Next,” the stranger said. Another man I couldn’t see lined his cock up at my asshole and started to pound me. I felt like I was living my destiny. Taking cock and cum from a man I couldn’t see. It’s what my daddy raised me for. I didn’t care what he looked like, I just needed his load breeding my sloppy cumdump. Chris and I both had our asses in the air for quite a while, taking all the cocks that our buddies had arranged for, from the BBRT and CL ads and from my phone profiles. Four or five other guys I couldn’t see (or rather, I didn’t bother to look at) bred my cunt and I could vaguely tell that people were coming and going from Dean’s apartment, but I wasn’t really sure who’s cock was in my cunt. I didn’t care. I was in heaven. Then I heard a familiar voice saying “flip over faggot, I wanna see your face.” It was my Dad. He was standing there in all his hairy, muscled, fat cocked glory. Waiting to breed his whore of a son. “Hi Daddy!” I said. A couple of the randos looked at us weird. But their dicks didn’t get soft. “Hey, baby boy. Your cunt full of cum? Have you been doing what Jose, Dean and Eric have been asking you to do, like a good boy?” “Yes, Daddy!,” they’ve been whoring me out all afternoon. I don’t even know how many loads I’ve taken, Daddy.” “I do, son,” he said. “The boys have been keeping track of how many loads have gone up your sexy little furry cunt. You’re up to 15 now. That’s quite a feat, son. You ready for 16?” “I’m always ready for your load, Daddy. Breed it into me, use all those strangers’ loads for lube. My cunt is leaking like fucking crazy. There’s jizz everywhere.” I laid back on the bed and pulled my legs over my shoulders, showing off my leaky, puffy cunt. Daddy laughed and rammed his cock home where it belonged. In the cunt that was his property because he made it. “Fuck Daddy,” I said. Your cock is always the best. “That’s right son. The cock that bred you is the one that always gets to rape you first and last.” I moaned loudly as Daddy’s cock slid into me. Chris leaned over and passed me a shotgun and told me how hot he thought my Daddy was. “You think he’d like to breed me?” My Daddy was one of the hottest men in the room, despite being older than all of them. Daddy takes good care of himself, and his hairy muscled body and fat uncut dick turned everyone on. “Of course he would. Daddy loves fucking dirty whores like us.” Chris laughed and the hairy stranger raping his hole grunted and said “fuck, I’m about to come. Nasty little pig. Want my load? Can’t last long fucking this sloppy cunt………” He moaned loudly and stopped moving. I could see his nuts pumping another load of jizz into Chris’ dumpster. “You fucking pig, another load for you,” I said. “Daddy’s gonna give me another load, but he can cum again really fast so he’ll be able to load you up, too.” “Fuck yeah, I can’t wait.” Chris took another hit off the pipe and passed it along to me. Daddy paused in his reaming of my gaping cunt and took the shotgun from me, and got a dirty grin on his face. “Daddy’s a pig too, son.” He blew the smoke out and continued fucking me, harder this time. I was moaning constantly, begging him for his load. “Fuck Daddy! I need your cum inside me. Please breed me!” Daddy laughed and said “always begging for loads, just like I taught you. Good boy. Here’s another one for you son. Tell me what you want!” “Please breed me daddy! Fill me full of your sperm! I need another load. Fucking knock me up Daddy!” He sped up and kept reaming my cunt out until he shouted “Take my fucking load you whore.” I could feel his throbbing cock shooting its load of sperm inside me. “Thank you Daddy! You now I'm just a whore for cocks.” He laughed. “Daddy raised a nasty little faggot didn’t he?” “You sure did, Daddy. I love your cock inside me more than anyone’s.” Daddy caught his breath and leaned down to kiss me. He whispered in my ear “I heard you offering my load to your little whore friend. He’s cute. Once I fuck him we’re gonna get outta here. I have a surprise for you." I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded filthy. I was spun and horny as fuck and only wanted more loads inside me. I leaned over to Chris and told him Daddy was gonna fuck him (he had another stranger breeding him right then). “Fuck yeah,” he said. “ I can’t wait.” Dean laid down on the bed next to me while another stranger, a short, hairy 25ish man with a huge cock walked up and shoved his cock in my cunt in one shove. He didn’t need any lube, of course, I had…how many loads in my ass? I realized I had no idea. I was spun and couldn’t remember. Just like a good whore should be. I knew Dean was keeping track. I moaned involuntarily and looked up at the man who was fucking me. He was really hot and I thanked him for his cock and begged for his load. He kept on fucking me while I moaned loudly and begged him to breed me. Dean leaned over and passed me another shotgun and said “Your Dad is so fucking hot.I loved watching him fuck you. Look how he’s going to town on Chris’ sloppy dumpster just a few minutes after he came inside you. He’s a nasty fucker. I can see where you got it from.” I looked over and there was my super hot Daddy, balls deep in Chris. I grinned at Chris and said “doesn’t my Daddy have the hottest fucking cock?” Chris moaned a reply, “fuck yes……his cock feels amazing.” Daddy laughed and said “your sloppy fagdump feels amazing, boy.” Dean gave me another shotgun and grinned at me. “Be right back,” he said. Dean got up and I saw him reach into a large baggie and take something out with his finger. He walked behind Daddy and pushed it into Daddy’s hole. Daddy was startled and said “What the fuck? Dean. Fuck. OH. FUCK.” Daddy stopped fucking Chris and stood still while Dean shoved his index finger all the way up Daddy’s hole. Daddy bent over onto Chris’ chest and moaned. “Dean, you fucker.” Then he started to laugh and pushed his ass all the way down onto Dean’s finger. I figured it was going to be a long evening. That surprise might have to wait.

The older man looked to be in his mid-forties, with a brush-cut, and thick, strong build, big white teeth; a high school football coach straight from central casting. His stride is confident, walking into the bath house like he doesn't give a shit who sees him. He walks up to the thick-glassed window and says he needs a deluxe room. He presents his driver's license and smiles as he shoves a wad of 20's through the slot. The boy he brought with him ... hot as fuck. He's athletically built, his short hair was peroxided blond with more than a hint of brass. He's a little shorter than the older man, but his muscles were well-defined, built in a weight room, sculpted on practice fields; it's all lean muscle, so there's no extra bulk to carry around the field with him. But his eyes... his eyes are distant and blank... like he was drugged or hypnotized before he was brought here. And he never says a word. He just fumbles in his black and red lacrosse shorts and eventually produces an ID that says he's old enough to enter; and it looks legit. The coach winks and puts his arm around the boy as they are buzzed through the big heavy door. As they disappear into the darkly lit chambers beyond, there's still no certainty what their relationship is. Were they actually coach and athlete? Or were they role playing? Was the boy on some sort of drug, or had he been completely conditioned to accept the will of his master? And if it was the latter, what regimen of discipline, deprivation, and punishment had led him to that state of submission? They've taken a room in the back and left the door ajar. A small group of men have gathered to watch and ... to wait. Beyond the door, a beefy man with a goatee is just finishing. His cock is buried in the boy's muscled ass and the overhang of his hairy belly smacks the small of the boy's back as he thrusts into him. The thick fingers of his hands are braced on the boy's muscled shoulders for leverage as he pumps his cock in the boy's tailpipe. He finishes with a loud grunt and shoves his cock as deep as it will go, then holds it there as he pumps his semen into the boy's waiting guts. He grunts again then pulls out, he picks up his towel from the floor and wipes off his crank with it, avoiding eye contact as he slips out the door. The older man ... coach, master, father... looks out into the hall and makes a selection. "You!" The boy is on a fuck bench, his wrists secured to the post in front of him. He is naked, of course, his shorts and mesh jersey tossed onto the floor, his skin is tanned and smooth. His well-muscled shoulders taper to his trim waist and the nice, round convex ass that was presenting itself, his pink rosebud posed invitingly above his long, smooth legs. It is almost as though a young god has been captured, bound, and laid out for the use of filthy mortal men. The blindfold serves more to hide his identity, to make him an anonymous object-of-fuck, then it does to hide the identities of his sires from him. A few sweat-streaked curls of badly dyed hair protrude around its edges. He is awake, conscious but unseeing, his expression remains fixed; he either does not care who is breeding him or is not allowed to raise an objection, and so it makes no difference if he can see them or not. The boy's ass-cheeks are muscle-hard and hairlessly smooth, the crevasse between them already slick to the touch with a mix of slick, warm lubricant and a few leftover drips of seed left behind by the bear who had used his ass already. When touched, he neither flinches, nor moans, nor tenses... he betrays no reaction at all. The coach puts his hands on either cheek and spreads them apart, displaying his hole was not quite closed, but gapes, just a little bit, as though crying out to be filled. Coach says, with sleazy, debauched pride, "Ain't that the sweetest ass you've ever seen? Popping his cherry was the fuck of a lifetime." He runs his rough white hand on the inside of the boy's muscular thigh, then back again to his ass, displaying his prize like a cut of prime beef. When he gets to the ass, he draws the cheeks apart again and shoves two fingers inside to grind the bear's load into the walls of the boy's intestines. The boy twitches as he does this, little flicks of the muscles in his back and arms. He feels what is happening to him, but makes no effort to resist or even acknowledge it. The coach shows his fingertips, glistening with moistness. "What are you waiting for, buddy?" coach asks with a wink. "Fuck that bitch." His ass has been opened up by the previous fuck, but still it resists the cock sliding into it. It takes hard pressing and concentration to get it inside, but once in, the sensation is amazing, like slipping into a warm, velvet pocket. His fuck tunnel grips the cock, but it is slick and warm and begs the cock to naturally go into motion. Each thrust is welcomed by warmth and meets just enough resistance to make for a perfect fit. As the cock continues thrusting in and out, the humanity of the body it is penetrating fades, and the boy becomes but a receptacle for lust and gratification. It's as though this muscular buck has been conquered, and his strength and power are being harvested by the man on top of him; this is what topping is all about, pumping hard cock into an ass begging to be seeded. It's as though this ass was designed to be fucked, and any other purpose would be a waste. The load builds fast because the ass just feels so fucking good, slowing down is impossible; the load demands to be put in the ass of this Adonis. It builds the balls and cockhead grow heavy and full, and when it shoots, there is recoil like firing a shotgun. Pulling out, the ass gives up the cock and it pops out, this will be a fuck to be remembered and replayed. The coach seems pleased. He rubs the boys ass vigorous, and than smacks it hard, leaving a pink mark. The boy flinches, but otherwise does not react. A black man is selected next. Not a hot black man, an older man in his late fifties. In pretty good shape for his age, but still in his late fifties. His cock was pink and purple, almost no difference in girth between the head and the shaft, like a cucumber. He slid it into the boy's pink hole and the boy uttered an almost inaudible grunt/gasp as he entered. The black man slides his cock all the way in, groaning as he pressed. The black man seems to have more trouble and keeps adjusting the boy's angle, pausing in his fuck-motions, moving the boy's ass higher, then struggling to regain his rhythm. He makes some thrusts then has to adjust again. "Hold up your ass, bitch," the coach orders. The boy arches his back. The black man grunts hard and quickly finishes up. Coach dabs his boy's ass with a towel and looks out to choose the next. He smiles like a demon, "You." The coup de grace is a tall, lean, dark young man with black hair, coppery skin, and a biohazard tattoo on his thigh. He runs his brown fingers on the round muscular ass of the boy on the fuck bench; no one can resist touching that ass. He spares a quick glance at the coach, as though asking permission. "Fuck him!" the coach orders. "Good and hard. Make sure he takes your load and don't wate a drop." The kid with the biohazard tat drops his towel and reveals a long, rigid and uncut cock with atight foreskin that almost covers the whole of the head, and drools with precum. He positions its hooded bullethead against the hole and thrusts it in with one fast smooth movement. "Shit," the brown-skinned youth says, feeling the warm grip of the boy's warm, tight tunnel around his cock. With no warm-up, he goes straight to ramming his long dark cock in-and-out, fucking the boy hard and deep, his hips becomeing a blur, his tight balls smacking at the cleft in the boy's cheeks. Concentrating, biting his lower lip, he piston-whips his nine-incher in and out of the whole. "Fuck," says the coach, observing the action with wide-eyed pleasure. He begins stroking his own uncut, beer-can cock while he watches his star player get violated well and good. For the first time, the boy shows a glimmer of awareness. the length of the cock must be too much for him, must be spearing through his sphincter and assaulting his prostate. Maybe he is subconsciously aware of the poisonous load about to be shot into him, the virus about to take over his perfect body and begin tearing it apart from the inside. Tied down, there's nothing he can do, he's at the mercy of the brown cock. It must be hurting him, his eyes, which have kept closed this whole time, become most with the tears he is holding back. Suddenly, the biohazard kid grunts and makes a final deep thrust into the boy's ass. He shudders as he cums, eyes tight shut and mouth open. "Fuck,' he says as his seed shoots into deep into the young athlete's guts. "Oh, fuck yeah," says the coach. The lean, brown boy with the biohazard tat leaves, avoiding eye contact or even looking at the coach, who moves in behind the boy and guides his big fat cock to the boy's fuckhole, pushing it in and pumping it inside to churn the loads and strains deposited in the warm, fertile receptacle of the boy's fucktube. After a few minutes, coach pulls out again and permits another entry into the room, a scruffy looking, thin and hairy thirty-something whose piercings glint in the dim light. The new man bares his cock and takes his place behind the boy. It is still early in the morning, and the boy is only four loads in, and the line outside is long.