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I’m a horrible uncle. My nephew had gotten into a college near where I lived and called asking to live with me. The house phone rang as master gave me another slam. A 12” dildo on a fuck machine was pumping in and out of my hole as I was strung up. All the loads I’d taken in the past day were flowing down the dildo out of my hole. As the sensation of the slam rolled through me I began begging my master. I don’t know what I was begging him for but I wanted more of everything. Master walked to get the phone. His 6’3 bulky frame was covered in a thick silver gray coat of body hair. His massive cock swung soft between his legs, his spiked Prince Albert and Jacob’s ladder glistening slightly red from our trip to the club last night. He came back in a minute later as I was trying the strech lower so the dildo could reach deeper in me. He put the phone up to my ear saying “Your nephews calling” with an evil smirk. As he held the phone to my ear with one hand he used the other to pick up a beaded sounding rod and begin pushing it down my semi hard t dick. “Hey jack” I got out trying my hardest not to moan as each thick bead of the rod popped into my urethra. “What’s up” “Hey uncle mark, I was just calling to check if I could stay at your place this year for school-“ I let out a gasp as master got the end of the sounding rod into me, and the continued pushing into my piss slit with his thick pinky. The rod going deep into me. “Are you ok uncle mark” jack said in response to my gasp “Yeah bud just got jammed something sorry go on” I responded breathily as master turned up the speed on the fucking machine and set the dildo to vibrate. “Oh ok well I was going to ask if it’s okay for me to stay with you this year for school to save money.” Master overheard jack say and gave a devious look. There was no command there but there was an understanding that if I allowed my nephew jack to stay master would be happy as he would make jack his. “Of course you can stay with me, I’ll call you back later for more details cause I’m about to finish something.” I said knowing I just sold my nephews future to my master. “Yeah your friend said he had you tied up with something, well thanks I’ll call you later, love you uncle mark.” “Love you too bud” I said as the phone call ended. “I love when you hand me new slaves mark.” Master said putting the phone down “ you’re such a good slave selling out your family to me, so you can cum.” He ripped his pinky from my dick hole, the sensation pushing me over the edge and sending the sounding rod shooting out, the beads popping through my slit adding to my spun out orgasm. A mixture of cum and piss shot from my cock straight onto master as he let me free from the chains and I collapsed forward, grabbing onto him and licking my fluids off of the biohazard tattoo above he cock.

Hi Guys: Thanks for all your kind words over the years about my story "The Ten." Here is my final chapter...and although this story is coming to a close, I will be back with more exploits of different guys, different situations, in the future. Thanks again! **This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** FINALE: INSIDE THE BLUE TENT Once the bedroom set had been delivered, I made good use of it getting more guys into the brotherhood. Josh from Alaska, newly pozzed and highly toxic with my potent strain, recommended me to a few of his buddies who wanted the bug from the original source and I gladly complied, bringing a total of 9 other Alaska dudes into the poz world, my HIV strain working their bodies over and, most crucially, imposing the need to seed onto their minds. A few months later, when Josh texted me a link to a story in an Anchorage paper about an unexplained rise in Alaska HIV infections, I just smiled and took quiet pride in helping my newly poz brothers, and making plans with Eric for a 7th X tattoo. As for Furniture Guy Tom and I had met a few times at his studio and I even brought a couple of co-workers to buy some custom pieces from him. We also met for coffee and long walks a few times. One such time, he got very emotional and finally revealed the reason that, despite the instant and obvious attraction, he pulled away from me that evening at his workshop. “I was on PrEP pills for awhile, but I had a bad reaction to it. The doctor switched me to the once-a-month injection but still I had bad side effects…my body just couldn’t take it. So, when I saw all your….body art…” he said, trailing off. “So you know what it all means, then? My tats and the Xs? Did they freak you out a bit?” “Yeah, I think I know…a couple of my buddies chased it and caught it, and if that’s what they wanted, good for them, I guess. And a couple more guys I know weren’t really looking for it, but just lax in taking PrEP and eventually they turned up poz.” “So, you’re neg and not on PrEP and you don’t want to be poz, right,” I asked him, taking hold of his hand which trembled a bit in mine. I brushed a wisp of his hair back behind his ear. “I like you, Tom,” I continued “A lot. I haven’t felt a real connection like that with anyone in a very long time. And although I love my life and I have no regrets or qualms about my sex life and what the impact of it is, I knew I always would want to try a relationship again.” “Randy, I feel the same way about you…and I want us to be together. But, I’m sorry, I don’t want to be poz, and I know you don’t or won’t ever use condoms.” “No, that’s true, I won’t ever have a condom on me, or in me. Never. Men are meant to spread their seed.” “How many have you…how did you say it last week…’brought into the brotherhood?,’” he asked me, looking up from his empty coffee cup. “You know what these X’s represent,” I asked him. As he shook his head “no,” I filled him in on their meaning. “I’m part of an informal club called “The Ten.” It started with a dare, really, to poz up 10 willing chasers and then we’d get an X tattooed across our abs. I have 6 Xs now, Tom, and when I go to San Francisco next week, I’m getting my 7th tattooed. I’m pozfather to over 70 guys that I know about, and those 70 guys have spread it to countless others. And I’m not even nearly the most prolific member of the Club. We’re all super multiple cummers with huge loads, and spreading HIV is such a thrill, our cocks never go down until we’ve shot multiple toxic loads -- my buddies Eric and Keith and Sir Mack are well over 100 known pozzings…and hundreds more unknown ones.” “Wow, I had no fucking idea this was even a thing!” he exclaimed. I knew some guys chased it but not that there was an organized effort like that!. That’s amazing, Randy, but I gotta say, I honestly don’t know how I feel about that.” “That’s fair, Tom,” I told him, “it’s not for everybody, but it is growing in popularity and interest. We’ve even got a stall at the Folsom St Fair next week, and we’re setting up a space in a big tent, kind of an after-party for anyone we meet at the Fair who wants an upgrade. It’s gonna be so fucking hot.” Just thinking of the future mass pozzings we’re gonna spread makes my cock strain in my jeans and Tom reaches down under the table to touch it which sends it to even a harder, more engorged state. “I think I understand, Randy,” he said quietly, “but I don’t want to be poz…” he trailed off and looked up at me and then I knew I wasn’t going to get anywhere with the hot furniture maker, anywhere further than coffee dates, anyway. It was an impasse I knew we couldn’t overcome. We parted that day with a long hug, and he turned down the street resignedly. I honestly didn’t know when – or whether, I’d see him again. I got in my usual gym session and got back home to get on a Zoom call with my poz brethren about Folsom St Fair – we made some final arrangements about the profile cards we’d be handing out, and the plan was in place. A week later, flying down to SFO, I was abuzz with anticipation about the booth at the Fair and the special surprise we had for the lucky chasers. In my mind, I had turned the page on Tom, so although I was sad about not being with him, I was eager and ready to bring some more guys into the wonderful world of the poz brotherhood. Setting up the booth was easy – our banner ‘Join The Ten,’ with a large reflective biohazard symbol shined in the sun. Eric, Keith, Sir Mack and I stripped off our shirts to display the tats signifying us as mass pozzinators. As the temperature heated up, we lost our leather shorts and stood at our booth proudly displaying our pierced pozzing weapons for all to admire. A few guys who stopped at our booth walked away in disgust, shaking their heads as they went, but many, many more were intrigued and we handed out our profile cards which displayed our stats like baseball cards: Last known Viral Load, how many pozzed, tattoos, etc…This brought more interest and we made a few more appointments for later for them to join the club. Interest was high…an hour in, Caleb, the 19-year old Berkeley student I pozzed along with his twin brother, strolled by and we reconnected with a loud recharge pozfuck right in the street against a chain-link fence, my poz cock unleashed the first of many toxic loads into the twink’s poz hole. Passers-by watched and stroked their cocks and recorded the Caleb’s recharge for social media, hashtag #TheTen☣️ Other guys passed by all afternoon, either taking one of our cards or proudly showing off their own poz tats, a sea of biohazard symbols, + signs, blood droplets, scorpions, and a few simply with the words POZ or HIV or AIDS emblazoned across their skin. One hot guy had his cock tattoed with a rattlesnake spewing venom, and I took the opportunity to go back to my Caleb-fucking spot against the fence and bent over to take his poison snake up my infected hole, his weapon spraying 8 or 9 shots of pure HIV into my hole. At last, the Fair was winding down. We made a few more appointments for the conversion treatment for later, and we packed up and made our way over to the notorious Ringgold Alley, where the tent was set up in the parking lot of a warehouse owned by somebody Eric has pozzed years earlier. As we walked up, we spied our special guest, filmmaker Todd Verow, himself a bug-chaser, setting up his video equipment. All the invitees who consented to be filmed would get their poz upgrades recorded so they could look back on the proud moment when HIV entered their bodies and changed their lives! Todd is a hot fucker himself and of course, we were gonna take the opportunity to bring him into the brotherhood as well, once the filming was done. The tent was divided into 2 sections, the first of which was lined up with mattresses, fuck benches and a sling, and the second had three portable medical exam tables arrayed one by one. I walked in to see the Idealistic Young Doctor there, wearing an open lab coat and nothing else but a fat metal cockring. He was readying alcohol pads and syringes for his part of the process. On the right side, I saw my brother mass infectors Eric, Keith and Sir Mack hard and stroking their cocks, each of them pierced, engorged and ready to breed. Between them, over 200 chasers had been infected with their strains of HIV and those 200+ men spread their seed all over the world, infecting thousands more. I took my place alongside them, greeting each with a deep kiss and a tug on their cocks, appreciating what they had all done for me and how together we had some small part in the burgeoning normalization, appreciation and enjoyment of HIV in gay circles. At the precise time of 5:00pm, our first appointment arrived. “Welcome,” Doctor Matthew announced. “Are you Blake?” Blake, a young twink of about 22, nodded and the Doctor ran through the choices: First, you get to decide which of these 4 hot poz men will breed you – they’re all super toxic. Then, once he has deposited his load in your hole, we’ll complete the process with some blood fresh from him to you. Here, sign this form and then pick your pozzer.” Blake studied each of our profile cards which we handed out at the Fair, while Todd readied his camera to zoom in on the guy’s neg hole; finally Blake selected Sir Mack as his pozfather, leaning over the fuckbench. Mack, the most prolific pozzer among us (as well as the most-toxic), then opened the festivities with a brushing of Blake’s neg hole, preparing it for the life-changing serum he would infect the guy with. This was followed by a brutal fucking from Sir as he drilled his fat toxic cock deep into the young guy’s guts. Blake winced and yelped at the anal invasion, but Mack just drove it in harder, covered the kid’s mouth and held his head down into the fuckbench. Pretty soon, our next appointments filtered in, staggering every 10 minutes. I got the 2nd customer, Davis, a 30-ish Asian dude with barely a hair on his body, except for dark circles of fuzz around his neg hole. I was pre-cumming already and lubed up my unmedicated pole with the precum that was swimming with my HIV, readying the guy’s hole with a quick brushing. A few brushes in his pussy completed, I drove my weapon deep into his fuckchute, precumming all the way and in no time I was balls-deep in the guy, bringing him roughly into the poz brotherhood – well, if my toxic load didn’t do it, the blood slam coming up surely would. Just the thought of it got my cock harder and with urgency and precision, sprayed 10 shots of venomous seeds into the dude. I wasted no time in dragging him over to Doctor Matthew, who was just finishing up with Blake, a syringe of Sir Mack’s blood freshly drawn from the infected Master and shot into the arm of the young lad Blake, completing his conversion and marking him as a poz breeder. Tears of gratitude streamed down Blake’s pretty little face, for he knew now his goal was achieved, and quest was completed. Filmmaker Todd handed him a video card of the conversion and off Blake went to spread the wealth. Matthew moved along to me, I reclined against the exam table while my victim Davis lay on it, wiped out from the brutal fucking he received from me, my unmedicated load seeping into him and I watched Doctor withdraw a syringe of my blood from my arm and inject it into Davis who trembled and whimpered a bit, but took the conversion well. I could see Eric and Keith deep inside the next customers, Sir Mack, having pozzed Blake now, moved over to the waiting area but was soon called over to breed the next guy. And so it went on and on, one or more of us continuously breeding the chasers with our poz loads and then our poz blood. Doctor Matthew stroking his cock all the time he was administering the treatment to the chasers, a couple of times, the doctor’s own poz load shooting into the face and mouth of the guy as he inserted the needle with the poz blood. Filmmaker Todd, meanwhile had filmed each conversion – all the guys so far consented to the filming – and by the 3rd hot poz breeding, Todd had one hand on his camera and the other on his hard thick negative cock. Todd knew he’d be upgraded to poz tonight but first we had 20 more appointments lined up. Now, all of us poz brethren are ever-hard multi-cumming machines, but to make sure we stay that way during the long session, each of us took a Trimix shot from Doctor Matthew before we had begun. Our cocks were so hard and rigid, even after cumming and pozzing multiple guys, I was hoping for some walk-ins who maybe heard what was going down in the blue tent on Ringgold Alley. Pretty soon, the pozzing extravaganza was almost over, it was a blur of neg holes getting fucked and inseminated and syringes of red poz elixir taken from us and injected into willing bugchasers. And even though my cock, by Todd’s count, had shot 9 loads, it remained rockhard and leaking, waiting for the next. Finally, the “next” was Todd himself, who assumed position on the mattress, riding Eric whose fat poz pole pistoned up and down into Todd’s beautiful neg ass. He leaned forward over Eric, making the classic opening for a double-fuck. I wasted no time, beating out Sir and Keith into the prime double penetration position and my own stiff infected cock drilled into Todd’s quivering asshole, alongside Eric’s and we soon had our alternating strokes, deep into the filmmaker’s cunt. I could feel Eric’s cock against mine, his 0g PA clanking against mine. Gradually, Eric began to shake and shudder and with a loud explosion, he shot huge streams of his full-blown AIDS deep into Todd’s gaping hole. I knew I was right behind him and without any delay, my own toxic cock impregnated him as well. Doctor Matthew, watching this hot scene, rushed over with 2 syringes. “Stay as you are, guys,” he commanded, and he quickly drew another syringe of Eric’s venomous blood and one of mine, and with our cocks still hard and leaking up inside the filmmaker, injected Todd with them both at the same time. Keith, videotaping this event for Todd, proclaimed “Welcome to the Class of 2025!” “You’ll never know for sure who your Poz Daddy is, Todd,” I whispered into his ear, giving him a little more push inside him with my bugged-up cock. Eric’s AIDS-pole joined me in driving deeper into the guy’s ass. We know we have just pozzed Todd, fulfilling his wish after years or trying to poz up. He is one of us now! Now, I am truly wiped out, and after our joint infection of filmmaker Todd, we dismount and Eric and I collapse into each other’s arms. Todd, not satisfied, being the cumwhore that he is, brings over Sir Mack and Keith and they proceed to double-fuck and breed him as well, also taking syringes of their blood from Doctor Matthew as well. He is good and truly pozzed now! We are just about to close up shop, pridefully recalling the over 25 guys we have pozzed here with our loads and our blood, laughing at the sheer depravity of it all, when, with my back turned, I hear a familiar voice. “Sorry, my plane was delayed. Am I too late?” It’s Tom. MY Tom. “There’s only one guy I want it from, if that’s OK,” he says, walking over to me. He’s got on leather chaps and his ass, which to this point, I’ve never seen before, is round and beautiful and just waiting for plundering. “What are you doing here,? I ask him, stunned to see him. “You sure about this,” drawing him in for a deep tongue kiss. “Totally,” he whispers, “and you have to do it for me. I don’t want to be without you in my life, and I want to share it all with you, including your strain.” “OK, but let’s skip the blood slam this time,” suddenly switching into romantic mode, “I’m super toxic and my loads will be enough.” After a deep loving fuck, I blew my load up Tom’s hole, feeling full and truly wiped out. Eric, Mack, Keith, Matthew and Todd all broke into a round of applause. As I kept my leaking poz cock deep inside his guts, we kissed deeply and I knew then my purpose was to spend my life with him, sharing what was now “our” strain, and laughing to myself at the irony of it all; for although I had spent so many years pozzing up chasers, it was a non-chaser who ended up capturing me.

My uncles great I was so relieved when my uncle mark agreed to let me live with him. He’s always been my favorite relative and since I’d be living with him I could afford my dream school. Uncle mark was always the most fun relative. He was also the least present but he lived across the country and apparently his work was very draining . — Im a horrible uncle I shot my load into the 18 year olds sluts pussy before pulling out as master brought the camera around and got a close up of his wrecked cunt. This boy had been at a gay bar we like to frequent on Friday and had asked us to buy him a drink. We bought him more than a few drinks and then took him to my place. Apparently he had been an anal virgin when he got to my house but that didn’t last long. Once we were home, master took him before we made it through the door. As we got out of master’s truck he mad the boy leave all his clothes in the truck. The drunk was resistant at first but me undressing him got him horny enough to streak to the door. The man was clearly eager to be inside so master and I walked intentionally slow as he waited nude by the front door. As master got to the door he forced two of his thick dry fingers into the virgins hole forcing out a scream before he opened the door. Once inside master removed his cod piece, freeing his glorious cock and forced the 18 year old to his knees. I went to the kitchen to prepare the supplies we’d need to break him. I took out 3 new bottles of poppers from the fridge and grabbed a few joints from the cabinet. I also set out several bags of Tina, a dropper of G, a few cans of ice spray, and some slams. But wouldn’t bring those out till later. Finally I went to my bedroom and grabbed the camera. I started recording and focused the video on myself in the mirror. I was 6’ tall and dressed in leather pants and a harness. My thick brown body hair covered my tattoos partially but they were still mostly visible, and I was covered in them. I had a biohazard above my cock and two scorpions pointing towards my cock one on each side of my v line, same as master, and all the slaves he allowed to breed others. Master had selected all my tattoos of course, and piercings as well. He had only allowed me to have my nipples pierced however despite the fact I want many more. Now that the camera was focused I could get to work. As I walked back to the living room, master already had the man gagging on his cock nearly balls deep. I knew not to help him until after master had deposited a load in his ass because master wanted the first load to always be natural and unaided. No lube, no poppers, no douching, no help, and of course no condoms. The 18 year old was clearly motivated as he forced himself to the base of master cock getting his nose straight into masters musky bush. He was finally let off, having passed his first test and lubed up masters cock. Masters cock piercings glistened but there was surprisingly no red on the many spike. Perhaps this virgin might have some talent after all. “Did you like that faggot” master yelled as he put his black leather boot on the man’s rock hard cock. “Yes daddy” the man yelled out as master’s boot crushed his 4 inch cock. “I’m not your daddy, I’m your master” he said picking up the man. He was actually far more mature looking than his face gave, he had pretty thick brown body hair all over and even a tattoo and nipple piercing. Master didn’t like when slaves already had body mods, he liked to pick them all out himself like he did for me. Master slammed the man onto the couch and in one motion slammed into him. The man let out a blood curdling scream as master began the long process of cunting him, but that gave master no pause. He continued pounding into him as the man’s screams quieted and morphed into moans. Master had one hand around the 18 year olds throat, restricting his breathing just enough to make him sluttier, and the other on his balls crushing them ever so slightly to assert dominance and make sure he enjoyed pain. My cock was rock hard in my pants but I knew I had to wait for master to load him first. Now was the most important part. I pulled out the ID I had taken from the man’s pants and put it on his bare chest aiming the camera so his face was clearly in view as well as the ID. “Now faggot, there’s something you need to know before we can keep going.” Master said through the man’s moans as he suddenly stopped pounding him. Resting balls deep in him to which the 18 year old began whining. “Please don’t stop master.” He moaned out trying to fuck himself on masters cock but with his legs up on masters shoulders and arms under his back he could barely move “For me to keep cunting you I need to know that you accept all the consequences” master said firmly holding the man by his waist. “Anything master just keep going” the man moaned out “Both myself and my slave here are HIV positive. If we keep going you will be infected and I need your consent.” Master said looking the boy in the eyes He looked terrified, he had clearly only turned 18 recently and probably wasn’t out yet there was now way he was on prep. Master could see his hesitation and slid almost all the way out before pound back in forcing precum out of the virgins cock. “Yes” he moaned out as master hit balls deep. “Look into the camera say your name and your age and that you want us to infect you with the incurable illness HIV and cunt you” master said slowly The 18 year old looked into the camera and said “ I’m Alex Pooler I’m 18 years old and I want to be filled with your diseased cum and infected, please just keep fucking me.” Master grinned saying “good whore” before giving him five more hard thrusts and holding the last one. I knew he had filled the whore up and grabbed a cup off a side table holding it under the whores hole. As master pulled out red tinged cum flowed out, the slut was too wrecked to hold it in and master pushed on his stomach making sure all the cum flowed out. “Drink up slut you have a long weekend ahead of you” I said handing him his prize that he gulped down dazed.

Doug's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen where Jay's profile glowed back at him. He had seen this face before, many times, on a different site—one where the intentions were raw, unfiltered, and dripping with the kind of hunger that made Doug's stomach tighten. But that was the other Jay, the one with the biohazard tattoo above his cock, the versatile top who didn't shy away from the words "poz undetectable" or "bareback." This Jay, the one on the dating site, was softer somehow, though the silver hair and beard were the same, and the confident smirk played at the edges of his lips in just the same way. Doug exhaled slowly, his fingers finally moving. You're thinking of trying dating again? he typed, then deleted it. Too eager. He tried again. I noticed you're open to whatever. That's... refreshing. He hit send before he could second-guess himself. The reply came faster than he expected. Open to whatever is putting it mildly. But yes, dating. Maybe. If the right person asks. Doug's pulse quickened. He could practically hear Jay's voice, low and rough, like gravel under boots. He typed back, Dinner? Tomorrow? and then added, Somewhere quiet. Jay's response was immediate. Perfect. There's a place on 9th. Small, dim lighting. Good wine. Doug's cock twitched in his jeans at the thought of that voice murmuring over a glass of red wine. He sent the address of the restaurant and the time, then leaned back in his chair, already imagining the way Jay's beard would brush against his clean-shaven jaw when they kissed. The restaurant was exactly as Jay had described it—small, intimate, with low lighting that cast shadows across the tables. Doug arrived early, his hands wrapped around a glass of water he didn't really want. He had dressed carefully, in dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that clung to his lean frame, the fabric just tight enough to hint at the definition beneath. He wanted Jay to look at him and see something worth touching. When Jay walked in, Doug's breath caught. The man was even more striking in person—tall, broad-shouldered, his silver hair catching the dim light. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto Doug immediately. Doug stood, his chair scraping slightly against the floor, and Jay's lips curved into a smile as he approached. "You're taller than I expected," Jay said, his voice a low rumble as he extended a hand. Doug took it, the grip firm and warm. "You're not." Jay's laugh was rich, deep. "Fair enough." He sat down, his movements fluid, confident. The waiter appeared, and Jay ordered a bottle of wine without glancing at the menu, his fingers tapping lightly against the table as he spoke. Doug watched those fingers, imagining them tracing down his chest, lower, wrapping around his cock. He shifted slightly in his seat, his jeans suddenly too tight. "So," Jay said, leaning back as the waiter poured the wine. "Tell me something about you that isn't on your profile." Doug swallowed, his throat dry. "I run. Marathons, usually." Jay's eyes flicked over him, appreciative. "Explains the body." Doug felt his face heat. "And you?" "I lift." Jay's hand moved to his glass, his bicep flexing slightly beneath the sleeve of his shirt. "And I'm good with my hands." Doug's cock throbbed at the innuendo, at the way Jay's gaze held his, unflinching. He took a sip of wine, the liquid burning slightly as it went down. "I bet you are." Jay's smile widened, and he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against Doug's wrist. "I think we're going to get along just fine." The conversation flowed easier after that, though Doug's skin remained warm everywhere Jay's eyes lingered. They talked about books, about travel, about the way the city had changed over the years. Jay's phone buzzed a few times, and each time he glanced at it, his fingers moving quickly over the screen as he responded. Doug tried not to let it bother him, but the third time it happened, his jaw tightened slightly. Jay noticed, of course. He set his phone down, his expression apologetic. "Work. I'm sorry." Doug waved a hand. "It's fine." Jay's fingers curled around his wrist again, his thumb rubbing lightly over Doug's pulse point. "It's not. But I promise, I'm here now." Doug's irritation melted under the touch, under the intensity of Jay's gaze. "Okay." Jay's smile returned, slow and deliberate. "Good boy." The words sent a shiver down Doug's spine, his cock hardening further. He wanted to be good for Jay. He wanted to be anything Jay wanted. The walk back to Jay's place was quiet, the night air cool against Doug's heated skin. They walked close, their shoulders brushing, and every so often, Jay's hand would graze against his, sending sparks through his body. When they reached Jay's building, Doug turned to face him, his heart pounding. Jay stepped into his space, his hand cupping Doug's jaw, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "You're beautiful," Jay murmured, his voice rough. Doug's lips parted slightly, his breath hitching as Jay's thumb pressed lightly against them. "I want—" "I know what you want," Jay interrupted, his voice low, commanding. He leaned in, his lips capturing Doug's in a kiss that was slow at first, then deepened, his tongue sliding against Doug's, tasting him. Doug moaned softly, his hands gripping Jay's hips, pulling him closer. Jay's hand slid down, his fingers digging into Doug's ass, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath warm against Doug's lips. "I want to see you again." Doug's fingers flexed against Jay's hips, his body aching for more. "When?" "Soon." Jay's lips quirked, and he leaned in again. Doug's cock jerked, his body trembling slightly at the promise. "Yes, please." Jay chuckled, low and dark, and stepped back, his hand lingering on Doug's ass for a moment longer before he turned and walked into his building, leaving Doug standing there, his lips swollen and his cock painfully hard, already counting the hours until he could see Jay again.

After I shot my last load into Alex on Monday morning I taped up his cunt and told him to not take it off for at least a day. I wrote my phone number on the tape and told him to call me after he tested positive. He was still high on cock and a ton else but nodded along as I pushed him out my front door naked. One of master’s other slaves was parked on the curb ready to drive him home but I thought it would be funny to watch him figure it out. “We got a ton of good footage this weekend.” Master said sitting down on the couch with the camera. I got between his knees and began sucking his cock as he went through the footage. “Mmh” he moaned “ it should be easy to cut up the footage for all the sites” That’s how master afforded his life. He would film everything, cut it up, and sell each clip to individual fetish sites. It allowed for neither of us to have to work and us both to have our own places, although master rarely stayed at his. “I think you’ve been unlocked too long.” Master said as I continued slobbering on his cock. “ let’s get your cage on” he said standing, his cock falling out of my mouth. “Yes master” I responded, following him to the dungeon. I call it a dungeon but it’s more of a storage room for the dungeon of the entire house. It’s where all the supplies not actively in use were kept. My entire house was one big dungeon, the only normal piece of furniture I had was the couch and an end table. The rest of the living room was full of fucking machines, frames for sex swings or bondage, a rotating collection of sex toys, and of course tons of mirrors. The same was true of every other room, even my bed was latex with a four poster frame covered in anchors for bondage. The dungeon was a spare bed room that had a bathroom as well equipped as my own. As we entered master took my cage off one of the shelves covered in a variety of sexual and drug devices and walked back out to the kitchen. Master had a specific ritual he liked to do when I put my cage on. He handed me a pipe and lighter before going behind me and forcing his cock into my cunt. I tried to always be douched and lubed so that master could use me as he pleased whenever he wanted. My cock was rock hard from the ecstasy of master using me. I light the lighter and began heating the bowl. I was breathing in the clouds as deep as I could, feeling myself getting sluttier, hearing my hole get looser and juicier as master fucked me. I refilled the bowl and continued blowing the clouds. My cock was still semi hard and too big for the cage. I finished the bowl quicker this time. I was bent over to counter as I was too high to support myself and it gave master a better angle to get deeper into me. After my third bowl my cock was not only soft but shrunken. I was normal about 4 inches soft but I could feel my cock was barely 2 now “You’re good and high now aren’t you slut” master said as he slammed into me “ your cunt is so fucking loose” he picked me up and flipped me so my back was on the counter. “Ohhh maasster” I moaned as my cock leaked from master pounding my prostate “Oh look at this tiny clit. It needs to be locked up” he said as he picked up the metal cage and locked it on my cock using the same key he used for the chain he had locked around my neck to show he owned me. “Now that’s better isn’t it faggot” he said before slapping my balls full force causing a jolt of pain and pleasure. He started pounding harder and I felt his cock on my second ring. I felt his load shoot through my inner hole and deep into me as he bottomed out. He dragged me to the ground and shoved his softening cock into my mouth and began to piss. I happily swallowed all of him and cleaned off his cock. “I’m going to go home, I’ll be back tonight and we can talk about your nephew.” He said walking to the bedroom to get dressed before he left as I laid on the kitchen floor trying to fist fuck my loose cunt, too high to move.

Glory Be Life at the apartment went on as it always had, except Dan was getting fucked by me multiple times a week and probably the same by Bob. I say “probably” because the three of us never had a three-way, and I’m only guessing that Bob was fucking him because of the times I arrived home hearing Dan getting railed by Bob in one of their bedrooms. The only one of us who ever used condoms was Bob, because he was still having sex with at least a couple of women and he didn’t want to fuck up his life by getting one of them pregnant and having one of them use it to force him into some kind of arrangement. It's not like we could get pregnant and the full weight of the simmering epidemic wasn’t something I thought of ever. But that was not a problem for us because I was exclusively sexually gay only with Bob and Dan, and I assumed that they were only sexually gay with me, even though Bob seemed to have sex with more than his share of women. One day, I was running an errand off-campus on a fringe part of downtown. I thought I saw Bob ahead of me and I shouted for him, but he was too far away to hear me with the street traffic. Then I saw him walk into a store front I had not seen before, “The Aurora Book and Video Store”. I was nosy, so I walked in to check it out. I was shocked because I didn’t know this kind of shop existed. Along one wall were all kinds of porn magazines and books. Gay, straight and anything you could imagine. They also sold VHS tapes of porn movies as well as dildos and other sex toys that seemed very expensive to me. There were other men in the shop. I noticed that some of them were wandering through a curtained doorway, which made me curious. I followed one of them in. It was a dark hallway with doors on either side, and I could hear both women and men making sex noises. What the fuck! I opened one of the doors and looked inside, then entered. There was a small TV screen showing a porn video with a small stool against the wall and a small sliding bolt to keep the door closed. There was a machine where you could feed in coins to keep the porno running. Then I head someone say, “Hey, psst!” I jumped in shock and a bit of horror, and I noticed a hole in the wall and some white dude running his finger along it. What the fuck? I responded, “Hey? What’s up?” The voice said, “Come here. I want to suck your cock.” I faced the hole in the wall and the arm reached through and unzipped my jeans and undid the button. I dropped my jeans, and his hand caressed my cock and nuts through my underwear which made me get hard. He put his mouth up to the hole and hung his tongue out and I dropped my underwear and put my cock on his tongue. My hips were right up to the wall as he took my rock-hard cock into his mouth and started to give me the best blow job I ever had so far. I didn’t even know what the guy looked like. After about five minutes, I started breathing like I was going to cum and he grabbed my hairy nuts and pulled them hard, which hurt a little and made me ease off on nutting. Finally about five minutes later, he let go of my balls and I immediately unloaded them into his mouth. He kept licking my cock head until I was oversensitive and I pulled it back. I was recovering from nutting when I heard the door close on the other side. The cocksucker was gone. I decided to check out another booth where it sounded like a guy was getting fucked. This booth was completely dark because the video had run out of coins. I looked through the hole and I saw my roommate Bob in the next booth, completely nude with his ass up against a hole on the opposite side of the booth. An enormously thick black cock was pounding Bob's ass. Bob’s cock was hard as a rock and swinging up and down with the rhythm of his fucker. Bob was bracing himself against the wall where my booth was, but he had not yet noticed the hole I was looking through. I was instantly hard again and I knew I wanted to eventually fuck Bob. Bob told me when we first started fucking that he only topped – he didn’t get fucked, so I was surprised. I didn’t know how Bob was able to take such a thick pole up his hole, but he was enjoying it because he shot his load without ever touching his cock just as the other guy was cumming in him. Once Bob came down from his sex high, he noticed me looking through the hole at him. He exclaimed, “What the fuck, Dave.”

Met this horny mid-30s handsome married guy on Grindr and we've been chatting for a while. Then finally our time schedules met and he headed over to dump his load in me. Started first with some chat and we actually really liked eachother. Then he drops his pants and I immediately drop to my knees and first start licking his balls and shoving my face in his pubes. I then deepthroat him like 15 min and he precums a lot, me swallowing it all of course. He barebacks me in all possible positions and I'm in anal orgasm and he's getting more turned on by me going absolutely wild off of his dick. Finally he dumps like a massive load in me which flows out and i look properly bred. Btw he videotapes himself fucking me, I'm fine with it as long as our faces are out of the view and hot to later review the session. He then rests like 2 min and starts getting hard again. As I'm lubed up by cum, he penetrates me again with ease and fucks my cummy hole. We go at it for about 30 min until he gets in front of my face and puts his dick in my mouth immediately unloading load nr 2 in my mouth. I eagerly swallow every drop. I don't yet cum but that's not the point, the point is to service this absolutely hot man. He then buttons up and leaves as he got what he wanted - to completely unload his balls.

I was abke to take his cock again last night, in the same secluded grove of trees. This time we made out first, which got both us super horny. I reached down to get his cock out of his pants and it was so hard. I sucked it for a bit and then turned around and he slid right in my hole. He pounded away and was getting all verbal. I was panting and moaning with delight. His pace quickened, his breathing harder, he asked if I wanted his load…I said fuck yeah, cum in me. His cock started throbbing and he went balls deep and delivered another cumload. He pulled out and I clinched to hold his seed in. I cleaned off his cock and tastes his cum. We left, I headed home and fingered my ass to play with his cum inside me. It was a good breeding. Love outdoor late night breedings.

Nope. Neither one are worth my time.

I’m going to recount some experiences I’ve had. I’m Dave, and most of these stories are true or as true as I can recall. Generally, I use the actual first names of the guys. MY DETAILS As I mentioned, I’m Dave and I grew up in a religious family in the northeast of the USA. My parents made us go to church every Sunday. For high school, I was sent to an all-boys parochial school. That decision was made for me. I grew up sheltered and knew very little about sex but found early on that I had a jockstrap fetish. I also knew that I found looking at some of my classmates irresistible. But none of this really meant much to me as a kid – I really couldn’t make sense of it. After all, I couldn’t be gay because it was a sin, and I was a good Catholic boy, although very mischievous. I stand about 5 feet 9 inches and I’ve always been athletic with a tight body, especially my pecs and my ass. I have blue-grey eyes and dirty blond hair. In the mid 1980s, I probably weighed 150 pounds. Fast-forward to my junior year of college in 1985. Looking back, I was deeply in the closet to myself. I got rid of my virginity to a woman at my college, and it was mediocre sex. I was still looking at dudes I thought were hot at the university and there were a lot of them. I had a lot of straight friends – both guys and women. I knew some gay guys, but I found that I couldn’t identify with them. BOB Through my 2nd year of university, I lived in a dorm, but I wanted to get an apartment. I knew a cool guy named Bob who was looking for a roommate. Bob was a handsome Italian American and about my size and a jock. I had not yet seen him without a shirt, but I daydreamed that he was a hairy otter. Bob was the type who had a five o’clock shadow by 9 am. I asked Bob if he was still looking for another roommate and he said he was. DAN The other roommate who was living in the apartment was Dan. I already knew Dan for a few years, and whenever I saw him, I found myself staring at him because he was stunning. Dan stood about 5 feet 10 inches and had a lean, muscled body. He was a rugby player and I’d been to see a couple of matches where he had played. He had blue eyes and long brown, wavy hair not quite to his shoulders. Despite his mesmerizing beauty, he was usually an arrogant prick to most other people, unless he was after pussy at a party or a bar. Then he could turn on the charm. This is how Dan looked when we were in our 20s. I decided I was busy enough with studies and a part time job so that I could minimize any unpleasant interactions with Dan. So, Bob and I shook hands, and I moved into the spare bedroom in his apartment just off campus. THE DAWNING As life at the apartment settled into a normal rhythm, all three of us got along surprisingly well. Bob was always friendly and outgoing, Dan was more to himself and maybe a bit introverted. A few months passed and one night, I came into a darkened apartment after going out with some friends to a party. I walked toward my room and noticed a dim light coming from Dan’s room. As I walked past, I saw Dan awake laying in bed in his white briefs. I said, “Hey, how’s it going? Did you stay in tonight?” Dan replied, “No, I had a date with a new woman, but it wasn’t great, so I ended it early. I’m going to grab a beer. You want one?”, as he got up out of bed. “Sure, I’ll have one,” I said. We chatted about random things. After our third or fourth beer, Dan said, “I notice that you’re always staring at me and when I look up, you look away. Why is that?” I probably looked like a deer in the headlights, and I stammered. He continued, “You think I’m hot don’t you? Well, I am. I think you’re pretty sexy too,” and he reached out to my chest and lightly pinched my left nipple through my tee shirt. I let out a gasp and tentatively, I reached out to his naked pecs as he leaned in to kiss me, his left hand reaching up to the back of my head. Once that initial kiss broke the ice, we were all over each other and moved to his room, slamming the door behind us. Both our cocks were rock hard as we got on his bed and kissed like two horny young guys do. I’d never touched another man’s cock yet alone sucked one. I licked his nipples, and he took my head in his hands and moved me down toward his cock. I noticed that there was some pre-cum gathering on his cock head, so I licked it and he groaned. My first attempt at giving head wasn’t too bad and I later found I was a natural born cocksucker. My own cock was also dripping pre-cum by now. Dan was on his back as I was sucking him, and I moved back up to kiss him as his muscular legs wrapped around me. Our cocks were sword fighting and pre-cumming all over each other’s dicks. Then he grabbed my cock and smeared some spit and his pre-cum all over my head and pushed me toward his hole. I fumbled around for about 10 seconds, but then my cock head found his hole. Dan had a smooth hole and as I reared up, he put his ankles on my shoulders, and I pushed my mushroom head into him and then past his ring. He hole was so much tighter than the pussy of the one woman I had fucked, and I kept pushing in. My brain was overloading with so many conflicting thoughts, but my cock head was clearly in charge as I finally bottomed out in Dan, my hairy balls against his taint. “Fuck Dave, you feel incredible. I didn’t know your cock was so big.” “Dude, your ass is so tight I could fuck you all night,” I replied. I was sweating like a pig onto Dan’s chest and abs as I pounded him. I couldn’t believe I was fucking this incredible man. I realized now that what I was feeling as I grew up, and that I was at least bisexual or maybe even gay. After pounding Dan’s ass about 10 minutes, I let out a groan and pushed my cock all the way into him and shot about 7 cock strokes of cum deep in Dan’s ass. I collapsed onto him for a second and left my dick in him as my cock softened. I kissed him and felt his still-hard cock on my stomach. I moved back down and took his cock into my mouth and gave him the best head I knew how to. “Dave, you’re going to make me cum,” and then I felt Dan’s hot cum hit the back of my throat. I was a bit panicked because I didn’t know what to do with it and I was a little grossed-out. “Swallow it. Just fucking swallow that load,” Dan said in a commanding tone. So, I did. Later, I would come to love the taste of cum, but not that night. “Listen, this has got to stay between us,” Dan said. I nodded my head. “You should probably go back to your room in case Bob comes back soon. “Yeah, right” I replied, and grabbed my clothes and left.

I don't get bottoms that change their minds about being cummed inside of, well after the top has opened them up and precum all over inside them, and done sufficient damage to the delicate inside walls for all that to soak in. Especially right at the end when the load is building up... and about to explode! Try to make sure I always communicate about what I like without overly planning things (aka pretty rock hard, will fuck really deep, will breed you, etc) to avoid these issues. But ya have had that last minute change of mind happen to me as well - as the balls were ready to send it - and ya I didn't pull out either. Maybe railed a bit deeper/harder even. Don't entirely feel good about it after - but at that moment it was too late - was full on animal.

Chapter 3: Mathew's hand was a vice on my hip, keeping me in place as he pushed his thick, long dick into my ass. I gasped, the sensation of his girth stretching me wide, the Tina's warmth making the pain almost bearable. But as he slid in all the way, the pressure built into something else entirely, a crescendo of pleasure that had me panting like a bitch in heat. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, the sound of his pelvis smacking against my flesh echoing in the quiet room. My world had narrowed to the point where all that existed was the feeling of his cock inside me, the heat of the Tina, and the darkness of the blindfold. The words they spoke were distant whispers, their laughter a cruel symphony that played in the background. "Look at him, such an eager little slut," one of them said, the words cutting through the haze. The second man stepped into the fray, his cock pressing against my lips. The scent of his arousal was like a siren's call, and without thought, I opened my mouth and took him in. The taste was foreign, but the need was overwhelming, and I sucked eagerly, my tongue dancing along the shaft as if it were my lifeblood. They chuckled, their hands roaming my body, pinching my nipples and slapping my ass. The pace grew quicker, the two of them fucking me in unison, their strokes a symphony of pleasure and pain. The man behind me held my hips, his thrusts now a blur of sensation as he claimed me, his dick hitting that perfect spot inside that had me seeing stars. I moaned, the word "please" slipping from my lips, a silent mantra that seemed to drive them wild. They grew more aggressive, their movements punctuated by grunts and curses, their breath hot against my skin. The man in my mouth pulled out, his cock wet with saliva and precum. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a low growl that had my blood pumping. I could only nod, the words lost to the whirlwind of sensation that had taken over my body. The Tina was like a wild beast, consuming every inhibition, every thought of doubt and fear. All that remained was the need to be filled, to be used, to be theirs. Mathew's grip tightened on my hips, his cock still buried deep inside me. He began to move faster, the sound of his balls slapping against my skin echoing through the room like a drumbeat that matched the pounding in my chest. The warmth of his dick filled me, stretching me to my limits, a feeling so intense that it was almost painful. And yet, I craved more. "Harder," I begged, my voice a desperate whine that seemed to fuel their excitement. His thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged as he approached his climax. I could feel his cock swell, the heat inside me growing more intense with each stroke. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, he came, his hot cum filling the 'condom', but it felt like he filled me with his hot cum. The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced, a raw, primal force that claimed me completely. He didn't pull out, his laughter a dark symphony that filled the air as he began to fuck me again. His cock remained rock-hard, a testament to his lust and power. I moaned into the mouth of the man in front of me, his dick still hard and demanding in my mouth. My own cock dangled limply between my legs, a stark contrast to the thick, pulsing member inside me. Despite the lack of movement, precum leaked from the tip, a silent confession of my body's betrayal. Each time Mathew's cock slammed into me, the head of his dick hit something deep within, sending sparks of pleasure through me. The men took turns, one fucking my mouth while the other claimed my ass, their movements a synchronized dance of dominance. After what felt like an eternity, they paused, their breathing ragged, their cocks still hard and demanding. "What do you think, boys?" Mathew said, his voice a dark whisper. "Should we continue in his bedroom or take him back to my place?" The other two murmured in agreement, their hands still roaming my body, claiming every inch of my trembling flesh. The first guy leaned in, his breath hot and sour with lust. "What do you want, slut?" His voice was a challenge, a demand for my submission. I moaned, the only sound I could manage as the Tina continued to pulse within me. The word "more" slipped from my lips, a desperate plea for them to never stop. Mathew chuckled darkly, his cock still lodged deep inside me. "Looks like our little slut can't get enough," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Don't worry, baby, we're not going to stop yet onlya small break." He pulled out, the sudden emptiness making me gasp. The Tina remained, a constant throb that seemed to pulse in time with my racing heart. The first man stepped closer, his hands firm as he grabbed my shoulders. "On your feet, slut," he said, his voice a command that had me stumbling upright. My legs felt like jelly, but his grip was unyielding, his strength a stark contrast to my weakness. I felt something cold and smooth being slid up my legs, the fabric of a jockstrap wrapping around my waist and thighs. The elastic snapped into place, the fabric a gentle caress against my overheated skin. They led me through the house, the cold floor a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. My heart was racing, the anticipation of what was to come a thrill that had me trembling. The cool night air hit me as we stepped outside, the breeze a whisper against my bare skin. The sound of a car door opening was a siren's call, and before I knew it, I was being shoved into the backseat, the leather cool against my burning flesh. The band tightened around my arm again, the needle's sting a sharp reminder of the power they held over me. "Here's another for you," the second man said, his voice a mix of amusement and malice. He released the band, and the rush of blood had me gasping. The engine roared to life, the vibration a steady bass note that seemed to pulse in time with the Tina in me. My blindfold was ripped away, the sudden brightness making my eyes water. The world swam into focus, and there was Mathew, his grin a wicked slash across his face. He was older, his body still muscular despite the years. His cock was thick and glistening with precum, a stark contrast to the darkness of the car's interior. "Hello, slut," he said, his eyes raking over me. "Time for some more fucking." I panicked as his bare cock hovered near my ass, the reality of the situation crashing down on me like a wave. But the drug had a hold on me, the warmth in my veins a siren's call that I couldn't resist. The first man leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't worry," he whispered, "we know how to take care of you." Mathew chuckled, his grip on my hips like steel. "You're going to take it all, slut," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and authority. "You've already had us bareback. What's a little more?" I tried to protest, the fear a cold hand around my throat. But the words died on my lips as the Tina claimed me once more, the warmth spreading through my body like wildfire. "Please," I whimpered, the word barely a whisper. The first man's only response was a dark laugh. "You don't get to say no now," he said, his voice a taunt that sent a thrill down my spine. "You're ours." And with that, Mathew slammed back into me, his thick cock filling me completely. The pressure was intense, the sensation of his bare skin against my own a stark reminder of my vulnerability. My mind raced, trying to understand how I had allowed this to happen. The rules had been clear: always safe, always with a condom. But the combination of poppers and Tina had stolen my control, leaving me a trembling mess in their hands. "Take it," the first man growled, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the very air. "You're going to love it, slut." The warmth grew, the Tina's pulsing now a steady beat that matched the rhythm of Mathew's thrusts. His cock hit something deep inside me, and a moan was ripped from my chest. He began to fuck me harder, the leather seats squeaking beneath me. The first man leaned in, his cock pressing against my cheek. "You want more, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a seductive whisper. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I did. The fear was still there, a cold, hard knot in my stomach. But the desire was stronger, a living flame that consumed every rational thought. "Yeah," I moaned, the word a desperate plea. "Fuck me harder, Mathew." The second man chuckled, his hand stroking my niples with a feather-light touch that had me squirming. Mathew's grin grew wider, his eyes dark with lust as he pounded into me. "That's it," he said, his voice a grunt with each thrust. "Take it all, you greedy little slut." The words were like a spell, each one breaking down the last of my resistance. The first man leaned in, his cock sliding into my mouth. The taste was bitter, his precum coating my tongue as I sucked eagerly. The car filled with the sounds of our passion, the panting and grunts, the slap of skin against skin, the wetness of their cocks in my mouth and ass. I could feel myself losing all sense of self, my body a mere receptacle for their pleasure. And then, the crescendo of their releases, one after the other. Mathew's hot, thick cum shot deep inside me, the sensation of his bare skin on my insides almost too much to handle. At the same time, the man in my mouth came, his salty essence flooding my mouth. Their laughter was like a dark symphony, echoing in the tight space of the car. The taste of the stranger's cum was new, a flavor that was somehow both terrifying and exhilarating. And even as I felt the sticky warmth of their seed inside and out, their cocks remained rock-hard, a testament to their insatiable lust. Mathew pulled out with a wet pop, the sound leaving me feeling empty and exposed. The second man followed, his dick slipping from my mouth with a strand of cum connecting us. I gasped for air, my throat raw from the abuse. "Look at him," one of them chuckled, the sound a cold reminder of my complete surrender. "Such a greedy little slut." The car's engine purred to a stop, and the sudden absence of movement was a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed me. "Mathew, Mike," the driver called out, his voice a sharp snap that brought me back to reality. "We're at the club." The two men chuckled, their grips on my hips tightening as they pulled me from the car. The Tina was still lodged in my ass, the warmth a constant throb that reminded me of the depraved act I had just allowed. "Wait," I stuttered, my thoughts racing as the cool night air hit my skin. "I thought we were going to your place, Mathew." Mathew leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear. "Change of plans, slut," he whispered, his breath a hot whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to love this." Before I could protest, I felt the band tighten around my bicep once more, and the sting of the needle pierced my skin. The warmth grew, a fiery serpent that coiled around my body, heightening my senses and my desire. They led me across the parking lot, the jockstrap the only barrier between my nakedness and the cool air. My legs felt like jelly, each step a trembling journey into the unknown. The club's pulsing bass was a heartbeat that grew louder with each step, the throb of the music matching the ache in my ass. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the dim light playing tricks on my vision. The first thing I felt was a cool, leather strap against my skin as they helped me into a sling. They spread my legs, the jockstrap stretching taut as they fastened my ankles in place. My vulnerability was complete, my body open and exposed for whatever they had in store. "Look at him," the first man said, his voice a mix of amusement and lust. "So eager for more." Mathew chuckled, his hand trailing along my inner thigh. "Don't worry, we've all got plenty to give." The second man stepped away, his footsteps retreating into the shadows. The first man leaned in, his cock pressing against my cheek. "You're going to love this," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. The first stranger stepped up, his cock lined up with my exposed ass. "Hello, slut," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Do you want my cock?" "Yes," I breathed, the word a silent scream. The Tina's warmth had taken over, a pulsing beat that seemed to resonate with the bass from the club's speakers. Mathew chuckled, his hand stroking my cheek. "Such a good boy," he said, his voice a velvet caress that seemed to melt the last of my resistance. "You're going to love this." The stranger didn't bother with a condom, his bare cock sliding into me with ease. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt, the warmth of his skin against my own an electrifying jolt that had me moaning in pleasure. They all laughed, the sound echoing in the room, mixing with the bass that seemed to throb in time with their thrusts. The world had narrowed to the two of us, the stranger's cock and the Tina's warm embrace. Mathew leaned in, his breath a tease against my ear. "You're going to be our little whore tonight," he whispered. "Aren't you?" "Yes," I whimpered, the word barely audible over the music. The truth was, I didn't know what I was anymore. The lines had blurred, my identity lost in a haze of lust and fear. The stranger's cock filled me, his every thrust sending waves of pleasure that seemed to dull the pain of their betrayal. The only thing that remained was the need for more. A second man stepped closer, his fingers pinching my nipples. "You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice a growl that sent shivers down my spine. The first stranger's grip tightened on my hips, his cock sliding in and out of me like a piston. The pressure grew, each stroke a reminder of my submission. The world was a kaleidoscope of sensation, the leather of the sling cold and unforgiving, the warmth of their bodies a stark contrast. Mathew stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine as he watched the scene unfold. "Keep going," he said, his voice a command that had me trembling. The first man's strokes grew more aggressive, his grip tight as he brought me closer to the edge. The stranger fucking me grew more frenzied, his breathing ragged as he approached his climax. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he came, his hot cum filling me completely. The warmth of his release was a stark contrast to the coldness of the leather beneath me. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. The second man, his own cock slick with precum, took his place. The sensation of his bare dick pushing into me was overwhelming, the cum acting as a natural lubricant that had him sliding in easily despite his girth. He began to fuck me hard, his grip on my hips bruising as he claimed me. "Look at you," he growled, his voice a mix of anger and lust. "Such a greedy cumdump." His words were a slap, each one stoking the fire of my arousal even as the sting of the pinching lingered in my nipples. The pain was a strange sort of pleasure, a reminder of my submission that had me panting with need. "Take it," he snarled, his hips smacking against my ass as he fucked me. "You're our little slut now." His words were like a whip, each one driving me deeper into the abyss of pleasure and pain. The Tina's warmth was a constant presence, a pulsing beat that seemed to echo in the very air around us. Mathew stepped closer, his hand stroking my cheek. "You're doing so well," he whispered, his voice a dark caress. "So eager for more, aren't you?" The words were a challenge, a question that I couldn't deny. The second man's cock was thick and unyielding, filling me to the brim with each thrust. "Yes," I whimpered, the word a desperate plea for them to never stop. "More." The man's grip tightened, his strokes growing more erratic as he approached his climax. "You're going to love this," he grunted, his eyes boring into me. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very walls of the club, he came, his hot seed mixing with the cum already inside me. The feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced, a sensation so intense that it was almost painful. The Tina's warmth grew, the pressure in my ass a constant, unrelenting force. Mathew stepped up, his cock still rock hard and gleaming with precum. He smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Looks like you enjoyed that," he said, his voice a purr that had my stomach flipping. "But don't worry, slut, that was just the appetizer. The main course is about to begin." The second stranger stepped aside, his cock slipping out of me with a wet sound that had me gasping. "Looks like he's ready for you again, Mathew," he said, his voice filled with a twisted kind of glee. Mathew stepped closer, his cock still hard, a silent promise that he wasn't done with me yet. Mathew leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "I think the whole club is going to fuck you tonight," he whispered, his words a dark promise that sent a shiver down my spine. "And when they're done with you, we'll go to my place, just as promised." His grin was a knife, the malice in his eyes a stark contrast to the tenderness in his voice. With that, he pushed into me, his bare cock stretching me open. The lack of a condom was a stark reminder of the power he held over me, a power that I had so willingly given. The first man stepped aside, his hand lingering on my hip as if to claim his territory. The crowd gathered, the sound of their lustful murmurs a siren's call that had me trembling. Mathew fucked me slow at first, his eyes locked with mine in the mirror. The look on his face was one of pure dominance, an evil glint in his eye that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the eyes of the others on me, a mix of lust and anticipation. They had all come for their turn, eager to claim me as their own. "You're going to love this, slut," Mathew whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Some of these guys have a little something extra, just like me and Mike." His words were a cryptic promise, hinting at a new level of depravity that had me trembling. But before I could ask, he was slamming into me, his cock hitting the spot inside that had me crying out. The first man stepped forward, his cock already hard and leaking precum. "You ready for me?" he asked, his voice a gruff growl that had my heart racing. I nodded, unable to find the words to express the mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. He didn't bother with a condom, his bare cock sliding into me with a ease that spoke of experience. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt, the heat of his skin against my own an electrifying jolt that had me moaning in pleasure. Mathew watched with a smug smile, his hand still wrapped around my throat as he fucked me with an almost gentle strokes. "Look at you, taking it all," he said, his voice a mix of pride and amusement. "Such a good little slut." The man behind me grunted, his grip tightening as he found his rhythm. I could feel his cock swelling, the warmth of his cum building inside me. The crowd around us grew larger, a sea of shadowy figures that I could only catch glimpses of in the mirror. Their hands roamed my body, their fingers teasing my nipples and stroking my cock. The Tina's warmth had turned into a fiery need that consumed me, each touch a spark that had me writhing in the sling. Mathew leaned in, his voice a seductive whisper that seemed to echo in my soul. "You're going to take them all, aren't you?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. "You want to be our little cum dumpster." The word was like a trigger, the reality of what was happening crashing down on me like a wave. I was a married man, letting strangers fuck me bareback in a public club while my wife was away. But the need was too strong, the Tina's grip too tight. "Yes," I moaned, the word a silent scream of submission. Mathew's grip tightened on my neck, his laughter a dark symphony that sent shivers down my spine. "That's it, slut," he whispered. "Take it all." The first man's cock grew even harder, his strokes becoming more erratic. "You're going to love this," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. And then, with a final thrust, he came, filling me with his seed. Mathew leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Do you know what they're going to give you?" His words were a whispered riddle that had my mind racing. "Some of them have something special, the gift," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Like me." His hand slid down to my chest, his fingers tracing the outline of my wedding ring. "You're going to take it all, aren't you?" I nodded, unable to find the strength to speak. The idea of what they meant by 'the gift' was both terrifying and exhilarating. Mathew pulled out, his cum mixing with the rest inside me. The warmth was like a living entity, a testament to my complete submission. The crowd grew closer, their breath hot against my skin. Mathew chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "You're going to be the talk of the town, slut," he said, his voice a taunt that had me trembling. "Everyone will know how much of a whore you really are." He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "And when they're done with you," he whispered, "you'll still be ours." Mathew stepped aside, his cock still hard and glistening with our combined juices. The line of eager participants grew, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. I could feel the band around my arm tighten, the cool metal digging into my skin. Another shot of Tina burned as it entered my veins, the warmth spreading through me like wildfire. I moaned, my body a canvas for their lust. "Enjoy yourself, slut," he called over his shoulder, his voice echoing in the dimly lit room. The first stranger stepped up, his cock thick and pulsing with need. He didn't bother with pleasantries, pushing into me without hesitation. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, making way for the next round of debauchery. The man behind me wasted no time, his bare cock sliding in easily, the cum already inside me acting as a natural lubricant. His hands roamed over my body, his fingers digging into my skin as he found his rhythm. I could feel the eyes of the others on me, watching, waiting for their turn. The Tina's warmth had become a living entity, a beast that demanded more and more, pushing my boundaries until I didn't know where they ended and I began. My moans grew louder, the music and the murmurs of the onlookers melding into a symphony of sin. The stranger's thrusts grew more aggressive, his grip tightening until I could feel his fingers digging into my flesh. The pain was a strange kind of pleasure, a reminder that I was nothing more than a plaything for their amusement. The Tina's pulsing grew stronger, the heat in my ass unbearable. As the stranger reached his climax, the room spun, the edges of my vision going dark. I felt his cock swell inside me, his cum filling me until I thought I would burst. The crowd grew rowdy, their catcalls and cheers a cacophony of lust that filled the air. The man pulled out with a wet smack, leaving me trembling and exposed. The second man stepped forward, his cock already hard and eager. He didn't bother if i was ready, his eyes locked on mine in the mirror as he pushed into me. The warmth of his skin was a stark contrast to the coldness of the room, the pressure of his cock a welcome relief to the emptiness left by the first. His eyes were cold, a chilling blue that sent shivers down my spine. The Tina's heat grew, the pressure unbearable. "Please," I whimpered, the word a silent cry for release. But the only response was his cruel smile, his eyes never leaving mine as he fucked me with a brutal passion that had me begging for more. His strokes were punishing, each one a declaration of his dominance over my body. The crowd grew restless, their hands roaming over my exposed skin, their whispers a constant reminder of my degradation. The second man's cock grew even harder, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror. "You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that had my heart racing. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he came, his warmth mixing with the rest inside me. As he pulled out, the room spun, the leather sling sticky with sweat and cum. And then, before I could even catch my breath, I felt the pressure of another cock pushing into me. I looked up, I saw a tattoo of a scorpion snaking around the man's wrist. He grinned, his teeth a stark white against the darkness of his skin. "You're mine now, slut," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate in the very air around us. The black man wasted no time, his bare cock sliding into me with a ease that spoke of his experience. His grip was firm, his strokes sure and steady as he claimed me. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure that seemed to dull the pain of my betrayal. The scent of him was intoxicating, a mix of musk and something else that I couldn't quite place. His skin was slick with sweat, his muscles rippling as he fucked me like I was nothing more than a hole to be filled. The crowd around us was a blur, their faces a kaleidoscope of desire and depravity. The music was a constant beat, the bass a heart that seemed to pulse in sync with my own. His thrusts grew more aggressive, his grip tightening until I was sure I would bruise. The Tina's warmth had become an insatiable hunger, a need that grew with each stroke of his cock. He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "You ever think about letting me fuck your wife?" His voice was a low growl, the question a taunt that had me panting with arousal despite my confusion. "I bet she'd love a taste of the gift," he murmured, his hand sliding down to my wedding ring. The metal felt cold against my fevered skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his cock inside me. "What... what gift?" I managed to gasp out, the words barely coherent. He chuckled, his teeth grazing my ear. "The gift of the gods," he whispered, his strokes growing more erratic. "You'll know it when you feel it." His hand tightened around my ring, and for a brief moment, I felt a flicker of panic. The thought of him with my wife was terrifying, but the haze of lust clouded any rational thought. As the man came inside me, his warmth was a strange comfort, a reminder that I was still alive amidst this whirlwind of sensation. He stepped back, his cock slipping out with a wet sound that was met with cheers from the crowd. Immediately, another took his place, his cock hard and ready. The warmth of his cum washed over me as he filled me up, and I felt my body respond, my ass clenching around him. The cycle continued, a never-ending string of strangers claiming me, their bare cocks sliding in and out of my ass with a rhythm that seemed to be choreographed by the beat of the music. The Tina had me floating, each sensation more intense than the last. Time lost all meaning as they used me, their hands roaming my body with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. I could almost see the dicks moving inside my ass, each ridge and vein a new sensation that had me moaning with a mix of pain and pleasure. The room was a blur of shadowy figures, their eyes gleaming with lust as they watched the show. The warmth of their cum was a constant presence, a reminder of my status as their plaything. And yet, with each new cock, I felt myself growing more and more lost in the haze of pleasure. The pain was a distant memory, the only thing that remained was the need for more. Their grunts and curses filled my ears, a symphony of depravity that had me begging for my own release. But it never came, the Tina's grip on my body an unyielding force that kept me on the edge. They talked about me as if I wasn't there, their words a mix of praise and degradation that had me trembling. I was theirs, a married slut at their mercy. As the night grew longer, the line of men grew shorter, until it was just Mathew and Mike standing before me. They shared a look, one that spoke of a silent understanding, a pact that had been made without my knowledge. "You're going to take us both," Mathew said, his voice a command that I couldn't refuse. They released me from the sling, my legs wobbly and unsteady from the hours of relentless pounding. Mike laid down on the leather bed, his cock still hard and glistening with the evidence of my submission. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust, and patted the spot beside him. "Climb on," he said, his voice a gentle coax that belied the beast beneath the surface. Mathew's hand was firm on my back, guiding me until my ass was hovering over Mike's erection. I felt the tip of his cock nudging against my hole, the pressure almost too much to bear. And then, with a grunt of effort, he pulled my ass towards him, his cock sliding into the warm, wet embrace of my ass. Mathew stepped up behind me, his own cock jutting out, demanding entry. I could feel his breath on my neck, his chuckle sending shivers down my spine. "Ready for the main event of this night?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise that had my stomach flipping. I nodded, my eyes wide with fear and excitement. His cockhead pressed against my hole, the pressure building until I thought I would break. And then, with a sudden, brutal thrust, he was inside me, his cock filling me alongside Mike's. The pain was searing, a white-hot blaze that had me screaming. But through the haze, I could feel the warmth of the Tina, the need for more burning like a brand on my soul. I bucked and writhed, trying to adjust to the intrusion. The crowd erupted into cheers, their applause a soundtrack to my degradation. Mathew's cock slid in and out of me, the friction against Mike's a sensation so intense it was almost unbearable. Each thrust had me gasping for air, my body a vessel for their pleasure. The leather beneath me was sticky with sweat and cum, the smell of sex heavy in the air. I could feel Mike's hands on my hips, his grip tight as he met Mathew's strokes with his own. Their rhythm grew more intense, the two of them fucking me in a synchronized dance of domination. The pain was a crescendo, building with each stroke until I thought I would shatter. But with it came an arousal so intense it was like nothing I had ever felt before. I could feel their eyes on me, their desire a tangible force that had me trembling. Mathew leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear. "You're doing so well, slut," he whispered, his voice a mix of amusement and praise. "Taking us both like a champ." His words were a knife, slicing through the last vestiges of my resistance. The Tina had me floating on a cloud of need, each thrust sending me spiraling higher and higher. The pressure grew, the heat in my ass unbearable. I could feel their cocks swelling, the warmth of their cum building inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. "I'm going to cum," Mike groaned, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure. Mathew's grip tightened on my hips, his strokes becoming more aggressive. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the club, they came. The feeling of their warmth filling me was like nothing I had ever experienced, a duet of pleasure that had me spilling my own load onto Mike's stomach. The crowd erupted into cheers, their applause a symphony of lust that seemed to go on forever. As they pulled out, my ass felt like it was on fire, the warmth of their cum a constant reminder of my submission. I collapsed onto the bed, my body a trembling wreck. The Tina had me floating, the world a kaleidoscope of sensation. Mathew leaned over me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You were perfect," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that had my stomach flipping. The crowd began to disperse, the music fading into the background as the men dressed themselves, leaving me naked and exposed on the sticky leather. Mike approached, his eyes cold and calculating as he slid a jockstrap back onto me, the fabric sticking to my cum-soaked ass. He then fastened a pair of leather pants around my waist, the back cut out to leave my ass fully exposed. Mathew lifts me up with an ease that was almost tender, his strong arms a stark contrast to the brutal way he had fucked me. He suports me through the club, the room spinning as the lights began to come up. The music grew distant, the cheers of the crowd replaced by the harsh glare of reality. I was their cum-filled toy, their plaything for the night. They guide me to the front door, the cool air of dawn hitting me like a slap in the face. The sun was already climbing, the light almost blinding after the dark, heady embrace of the club. I stumbled, my legs shaking as they walked me through the parking lot. Each step sent waves of pain shooting through my abused ass, a reminder of my submission. The door creaked open, revealing the stark reality of the day outside. The coolness of the early morning air was a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the club. The concrete was cold and unforgiving beneath my bare feet, the gravel digging into my skin. The light was harsh, the world a stark contrast to the warm, pulsing darkness of the club. As we walked, the light grew brighter, the shadows retreating before it. My eyes were still adjusting, the world around me a blur of colors and shapes. I could feel the cum dripping down my legs, the stickiness of it a constant reminder of my degradation. The leather pants wheresa mockery of modesty, the open back a declaration of my status as their property. Mathew's hand was firm on my shoulder, his grip a comforting weight that kept me from collapsing. Mike trailed behind us, his footsteps echoing through the empty parking lot. The world was silent, save for the distant sound of a car driving by, the hum of tires on asphalt a stark reminder that the world outside our bubble of depravity was going about its normal business, blissfully unaware of the sins that had been committed inside. With a rough shove, they pushed me back onto the sticky leather of the backseat, the smell of sex and sweat a potent cocktail that made me dizzy. Mike climbed in beside me, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to fuck me again. The slow, deliberate strokes were a stark contrast to the frantic pounding of earlier, a gentle reminder that I was still theirs to use. Mathew slammed the door shut and revved the engine, the roar of the car slicing through the quiet morning. The vibrations of the car's movement added a new dimension to the sensations already coursing through my body, the leather sticking to my sweat-slicked skin. The sun peeked over the horizon, casting a warm glow through the tinted windows that painted our bodies in shades of red and orange. As we drove, the city passed by in a blur, the buildings and streetlights nothing more than abstract shapes. The pain in my ass had morphed into a dull ache, a constant throb that served as a reminder of my submission. Mike's cock slid in and out of me with a leisurely grace that seemed almost tender, his eyes never leaving mine as we shared a silent conversation of power and need. The Tina's warmth had faded, leaving me raw and vulnerable, the reality of what had happened crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. The car pulled into a quiet, residential street, the only sound the steady rhythm of Mike's hips. The houses were dark, their windows like silent sentinels watching our sordid little parade. The garage door rumbled open, the darkness swallowing us whole as we pulled inside. The door slammed shut, the sudden silence a stark contrast to the cacophony of the club. Mathew turned in the driver's seat, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You're going to love this," he said, his voice a dark promise that sent shivers down my spine. I had no idea what was in store, but the mix of fear and excitement had me panting like a bitch in heat. The night over but the day was just beginning, i hoped the fucking of me would continue. Mike's cock slammed into me one last time, his warmth spreading deep inside me as he came, filling me with his seed. He pulled out slowly, his still-hard shaft glistening in the dim light of the car. With a final chuckle, he helped me stand, the leather pants sticking to my cum-soaked skin. The coolness of the early morning air hit me like a slap, sending goosebumps racing across my body. Mathew led me through a side door into a house that smelled faintly of leather and musk. The walls were painted in deep, rich colors, the decor a stark contrast to the suburban normalcy of my own home. I stumbled, my legs weak from the hours of abuse, but he held me firmly, his grip a gentle reminder of the power he wielded over me. We climbed the stairs, my bare feet slapping against the cold wooden treads. The house was silent, the only sound the heavy throb of my pulse in my ears. My heart was racing, the anticipation of what was to come a cocktail of fear and arousal that had me trembling. Mathew pushed open a door, revealing a dimly lit room with a large four-poster bed in the center. The scent of leather and sex was thick in the air, a heady mix that made my head swim. The bed was a sea of black satin, a stark contrast to the starkness of the leather restraints attached to each post. The man I had first met on Grindr sat there, a smug smile playing on his lips. Mathew's voice was a low purr as he spoke to him. "James, this is our little slut. He's been such a good boy for us, hasn't he?" James nodded, his eyes raking over me with a hunger that made me squirm. "Indeed," he said, his voice a smooth, dark promise. "Looks like he enjoyed the club." Mike chuckled, his grip on my arm tightening as he pulled me closer to the bed. They removed the leather pants with a roughness that had me stumbling, the cool air kissing my bruised ass. The jockstrap came off next, the fabric sticking to my skin like a second layer. James leaned over, his touch gentle as he wrapped the strap around my bicep. "How was it?" he asked, his tone almost conversational. I nodded, the word "AMAZING" escaping my lips before I could censor myself. The truth was, despite the fear and the pain, the intensity of the experience had been like nothing I'd ever felt before. The warmth of the Tina was already building again, a sweet agony that had me craving more. He chuckled, a dark sound that seemed to echo in the room. "I'm so glad," he murmured, his thumb tracing a line along my skin. "Do you want more?" The question hung in the air, a silent dare that I couldn't resist. "Yes, please," I whimpered, my voice a desperate plea. "Fuck me, fill me up till tomorrow." Their laughter was like a punch to the gut, but I didn't care. The need was too great, the Tina had stripped away any sense of dignity or self-respect. James's smile grew wider as he reached for the syringe, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. The cold metal slid into my arm, the plunger depressed with a slow, deliberate pressure that had me gasping. The warmth grew, the Tina's embrace wrapping around me like a python, squeezing the last of my rational thought from my mind. The room swam, the edges of my vision going hazy as the drug took hold. They laid me on my back on the bed, my legs spread wide. James positioned himself between my thighs, his cock bobbing in front of me like a mirage in the heat. I tried to focus, my gaze drifting up to the tattoo above his dick. A scorpion, its tail curled up in a threatening arch, the needle-sharp point poised and ready to strike. I recognized it, the same as the one the stranger at the club had, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. But the thought was fleeting, chased away by the pressure building in my ass. James leaned forward, the piercing glinting in the dim light, the metal stud a stark contrast against his skin. His cock nudged at my entrance, the tip slick with the precum that had been building all night. I felt the coldness of the metal as he lined himself up, the anticipation of his penetration almost unbearable. And then, with a single, powerful thrust, he was inside me. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before, the piercing adding an extra dimension to the already overwhelming pleasure. The tattoo was forgotten as his cock slid into me, filling me completely. Each stroke was a symphony of sensation, a blend of pleasure and pain that had me crying out for more. Mathew and Mike watched from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with a dark hunger that had me squirming. "Such a good boy," Mathew murmured, his voice a gentle caress that seemed to stroke my very soul. "You're going to love this, slut." Their words were lost to the haze of pleasure that had taken over my mind. James fucked me hard, his hips slapping against my ass with a wet, slick sound that seemed to echo in the quiet room. The leather restraints beckoned, a promise of what was to come. Mathew's voice was a whisper in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. "You're going to beg for us, slut," he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of my jaw. "You're going to crave this, every moment of it." His words were a dark incantation, a promise that had me trembling. Mike's hands were on my chest, his thumbs teasing my nipples until they stood at attention, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the fullness of James's cock inside me. The need grew, a desperate ache that had me bucking against James, urging him to go deeper, to fill me completely. Mathew's eyes never left mine, the smug satisfaction in them a stark contrast to the gentle way he stroked my cheek. "You're going to beg for it," he said, his voice a soft promise that seemed to resonate in my very soul. "Every week, every day." His words were like a spell, casting a net of desire that tightened with every thrust. The bed groaned in protest as James picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin a rhythmic counterpoint to the throb of the music that still played in my head. I could feel the warmth building in my belly, the pressure in my ass unbearable. "Please," I whimpered, the word a desperate plea. "I'll do anything." Mathew leaned in, his mouth close to my ear. "You already have," he whispered, his breath hot and sweet. "And you're going to keep doing it, aren't you?" His hand slid down my body, his fingers finding my cock, already hard and leaking. The touch was a spark, setting my nerves alight. The room spun as James slammed into me, his cock hitting that spot that had me seeing stars. The Tina had me lost in a sea of pleasure, each stroke a reminder that I was theirs to do with as they liked. "More," I begged, the word a silent scream that seemed to echo through the room. Mike's voice was a harsh whisper in my ear. "This weekend is just the beginning," he said, his tone a promise that had me trembling. "You're going to be our little slut from now on." The words were a knife, cutting through the fog of pleasure to leave me cold. But the Tina's warmth was too strong, the need too great. I could feel the fear bubbling up inside me, a toxic cocktail with the desire. Mathew chuckled, his hand stroking my chest in a gentle, soothing motion. "Don't worry," he murmured. "We'll take care of you. You're going to love being our cumdump." His words were a strange comfort, the thought of being theirs forever both terrifying and exhilarating. James's strokes grew more frantic, his eyes locked with mine as he fucked me harder and deeper. "You're going to love this," he grunted, the pressure building in my ass unbearable. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, he came, his cum filling me in a hot, pulsing wave. He didn't pull out, his cock still twitching as he leaned down, his teeth grazing my neck. "Do you want more?" he whispered, his breath hot and ragged. The words barely registered, my body a live wire of pleasure and pain. "Yes," I moaned, the word a desperate plea for them to never stop. "Fuck me, fill me up." The Tina had me lost in a haze of need, my mind a blur of sensation and desire. James leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You want more of my special DNA, don't you?" His voice was a dark whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. I had no idea what he meant, but in that moment, I didn't care. All I knew was that I needed more of him, more of the intense pleasure that his cock brought me. As James began to fuck me again, his strokes long and deep, Mathew and Mike emerged from the shadows, their expressions predatory. Without a word, they moved to the side of the bed, each one taking a wrist. The cold leatherlclosed around my skin, the chains rattling as they secured me in place. I didn't struggle, didn't even flinch. I was theirs to do with as they liked, and the thought only made me hotter. The bed frame groaned with the force of James's thrusts, the mattress bouncing beneath me. The leather restraints dug into my wrists, the pain a stark contrast to the pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of me. Each stroke seemed to push me closer to the edge, my body responding to his every whim. Mathew and Mike watched, their eyes gleaming with hunger as they took in the sight of my submission. The leather of the restraints was like a second skin, a constant reminder of my place in this twisted game. The room was a whirl of shadows and lust, the smell of sex and leather thick in the air. Without warning, James pulled out of me, his cock slick with cum and sweat. I whimpered, the sudden emptiness leaving me feeling exposed and needy. Before I could even process what was happening, Mathew and Mike had me in their grip, my ankles in their firm hands. They didn't speak, their actions speaking louder than any words. They secured the chains attached to the ceiling to the loops on the leather cuffs, lifting my legs until I was suspended in the air, my ass high and open. The sensation was one of complete and utter vulnerability, a feeling that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. The cool metal of the chains was a stark contrast to the warm stickiness that coated me from the previous encounters. I was on display, a plaything for their amusement, and the reality of it had me panting with excitement and fear. Mathew stepped forward, his cock standing at attention. "Look at him," he said to Mike and James, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate in the air. "Our little slut, begging for more." Mike's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving my exposed ass. "Such a greedy little thing," he said, his tone one of amusement. Mathew positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudging against my hole. He pushed in with a deliberate slowness that had me writhing in anticipation, the chains rattling above me. Each inch was a sweet agony, the stretch a stark contrast to the emptiness that had come before. He began to fuck me with a leisurely rhythm, his hips moving in a steady, almost hypnotic pattern that had me lost in the moment. Their conversation continued around me, their words a blur of sound that seemed to fade into the background. They talked about me as if I was nothing more than an object, a toy for their amusement. James spoke of the 'mark' they would eventually give me, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospect of branding me as theirs. The thought sent a thrill through me, the idea of being claimed in such a permanent way both terrifying and arousing. Mike chimed in, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through the room. "I say we get him a nice little trinket to remember us by," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Something that'll remind him of his place every time he sits down." Mathew chuckled, the sound a dark symphony of lust and power. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving me feeling empty and desperate, before slamming back into me with a force that had me crying out. "A piercing, perhaps?" he mused, his strokes growing faster and more erratic. "But we'll save the mark for when he's truly ours." The Tina had my body responding in ways I never thought possible, the pain mixing with pleasure in a delicious cocktail that had me begging for more. James and Mike's fingers on my nipples were like live wires, the pain shooting straight to my cock and making it throb in time with their twisting. My hips bucked against Mathew's, urging him deeper, my body a willing vessel for their desires. Mathew's breath grew ragged, his eyes glazed with the haze of pleasure. He was close, so very close, and the anticipation had me trembling. "You're going to feel this," he growled, his grip on my hips tightening as he drove into me one final time. The world exploded around me as he came, his cum mixing with the sticky mess already inside me, the warmth of his release sending me hurtling over the edge. But even as he emptied himself into me, Mathew didn't stop. He continued to fuck me hard, his cock still rock solid despite the orgasm. "These blue pills are amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. "You're so eager for it, aren't you?" His eyes met mine, a silent challenge that had me panting for more. Their laughter filled the room, a cacophony of victory and lust. My own orgasm was a distant need, lost in the sea of sensation that washed over me. The leather of the restraints bit into my skin, the chains rattling with each of Mathew's powerful thrusts. "So good," I moaned, the words barely coherent. "Don't stop." The room was a blur of movement, the three of them a living sculpture of desire and power. Their eyes were dark with need, their smiles wicked. The Tina had turned me into a whore, my body a canvas for their pleasure. Mathew didn't stop, his strokes growing more aggressive with each passing moment. My ass was a tight vice around him, desperately trying to hold onto the cock that owned me. And just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he came again, filling me with another hot, thick load. The chains above me clanked with each thrust, a metallic symphony to accompany my degradation. James leaned in, his smile a twisted thing of beauty. He whispered in my ear, his breath warm and sweet with the scent of the club. "You're going to have a big hangover tomorrow," he said, his voice a dark promise. "But we'll take good care of you." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he held up the syringe, the clear fluid inside reflecting the room's dim light. He injected me again, the Tina's warmth spreading through me like a wildfire. The world swam around me as Mike took his turn, his cock pushing into my well-used ass. The pain was a distant memory, the pleasure a living, pulsing entity that consumed my thoughts. I was lost in the haze, my body a marionette to their whims. The only things that remained clear were the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the smell of leather and sex, and the feeling of their cocks inside me. I drifted in and out of consciousness, my mind a whirlwind of sensation and depravity. Each time I came back, it was to the feel of another cock, another stranger claiming me, my body a vessel for their pleasure. The leather of the restraints had become a part of me, a constant reminder of my submission. When I opened my eyes, James was there, his hand on my chin, tilting my head to the side. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. "Such a good boy." His thumb brushed against my cheek, smearing the tears that had tracked down my face. "We invited some of our friends to play," he said, his tone a sweet promise of more to come. The room was a sea of faces, all of them hungry and eager. I didn't recognize any of them, but their eyes told me what they wanted. They were members of a club, a secret society of men who craved the same things I did. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement that had my cock jutting out, desperate for attention. One by one, they stepped forward, each one bearing the same scorpion tattoo. The tattoo was a strange bond between us, a silent promise of shared depravity. Their touches were rough, their cocks thick and unyielding as they took their turns with me. The pain was a constant now, a symphony that played in the background as I was passed around like a toy. With each new man, I could feel the cum inside me churn, a toxic brew of desire and despair. The leather restraints held me in place, the cold metal chains digging into my skin as they used me without mercy. Each one whispered sweet nothings in my ear, their words a dark balm that soothed my soul even as my body was pushed to its limits. The room grew hazy with the scent of sex and sweat, the air thick with the sound of their grunts and my moans. Each thrust was a declaration of their dominance, each spurt of cum a claim on my soul. They didn't care about my marriage, about the life I had outside these walls. In here, I was nothing but their cumdump, a vessel for their lust. And when the last one had his fill, pulling out of me with a wet pop, the room grew quiet. I looked up, my vision swimming with the aftermath of the Tina, to see that the windows were dark. Time had slipped through my fingers like sand, lost to the relentless tide of pleasure and pain. Mathew's hand was gentle as he caressed my cheek, bringing me back to reality. "You did so well," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "But we're not done yet." He stepped back, his cock still hard and slick with our combined juices. Mike followed suit, his gaze never leaving my body as he took his place behind me. The warmth of his cock pressed against my ass, a promise of more to come. The room had grown quiet, the only sound the heavy breathing of the men who had used me. The leather cuffs held me in place, a constant reminder that I was theirs. Mathew's cock slid into me, a familiar warmth that seemed to fill every inch of me. He moved slowly, almost tenderly, his eyes never leaving mine. Each stroke was a gentle reminder of the power he held, the way his body claimed mine with an ease that had me trembling. My body was a wreck, each muscle screaming in protest, but the Tina had me eager for more, my hole pulsing around him like a desperate heartbeat. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside me, the warmth of his cum mixing with the pool that already coated my insides. His cock went soft, the leather restraints still holding me open and exposed. He pulled out, his cum dripping from my ass to stain the already soiled sheets below. Mike stepped up, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "My turn," he said, his voice a growl that seemed to shake the very air. He didn't waste time, pushing into me with a speed that had me gasping. His strokes were quick and sharp, a stark contrast to Mathew's leisurely pace. He fucked me like he owned me, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. The room spun, the leather cuffs cutting into my wrists, the pain a sweet release from the fog of pleasure. When Mike finally came, his hot seed spurting into me, his cock went soft, too. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and used, the chains jingling as I hung there, my legs trembling from the exertion. Both men stepped back, their eyes never leaving my body, which was now a canvas of sweat, cum, and bruises. Mathew spoke first, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. "We'll see you next week, slut." The words were a promise, a dark echo of what was to come. Mike nodded, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You're going to be the talk of the club," he said, his eyes gleaming. "Everyone's going to want a piece of you." The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone in the room, still bound and exposed. The silence was deafening, the only sound the steady drip of cum from my ass. The chains above me swung slightly, a reminder of my captivity. I didn't struggle, didn't call out for them to come back. Instead, I waited, my body a tight coil of need. And then James was there again, his presence a warm, living thing that seemed to fill the room. He stepped closer, his eyes on my bruised and abused body. "Looks like you enjoyed yourself," he said, his voice a low, dark chuckle. His fingers trailed over my chest, his touch light and feathery, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking I had endured. He played with my nipples, twisting them gently before pinching them hard. I gasped, the pain a spark in the sea of pleasure that had become my world. "Please," I begged, my voice hoarse from screams. "Fuck me again." James's smile grew wider, his teeth a flash of white in the dim light. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "I think we made you a true member," he murmured. His hand moved down my body, tracing the lines of the leather restraints that held me in place. His cock, still hard and gleaming, hovered at my entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed into me again, the piercing sending a jolt of pleasure through me. His strokes were deep and powerful, his cock hitting my prostate with every thrust. My body responded, the warmth building inside me with every push. I moaned, my voice a desperate plea for more. The room was a blur of sensation, the smell of sex and leather a heady perfume that clouded my senses. James's hand found my cock, his grip firm and unyielding. Despite the pleasure, it remained limp, a testament to the drug's power. "Such a good boy," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress that had me trembling. "You're going to take it all, aren't you?" I nodded, my eyes squeezed shut as he fucked me with a slow, deliberate rhythm that seemed to last an eternity. Each push brought a fresh wave of pleasure, the pain a distant memory as I was lost in the sensation of being filled. "Yes," I moaned, my voice barely audible. "Please, more." His strokes grew faster, the slap of his balls against my ass a steady beat that seemed to drive me closer to the edge. I could feel the warmth building up inside me, the pressure unbearable. "Come for me," he whispered, his breath a warm gust against my neck. "Come on, slut." My body tensed, muscles straining against the leather. And then it hit me, the orgasm so powerful it seemed to rip through me like a tornado. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I screamed, the sound echoing off the walls. It was a release unlike any I had ever felt, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to consume every inch of me. But my cock remained limp, a stark reminder of my true nature in this twisted game. James's laugh was a dark symphony, a cruel sound that only heightened my pleasure. He didn't stop, his cock driving into me with a ferocity that had me begging for more. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a low, guttural growl that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. I nodded, the word 'yes' a silent scream that seemed to hang in the air. The Tina had turned me into a creature of pure need, my body betraying me with every tremor of pleasure. His cock was like a brand, searing me from the inside out, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The orgasm was endless, a never-ending wave that crashed over me, threatening to pull me under. I felt like I was drowning in pleasure, my body no longer my own. "Please," I moaned, my voice a desperate wail that seemed to resonate through the room. "I can't take it anymore." James chuckled, the sound low and dark. "But a slut like you doesn't get to decide when it's enough," he whispered, his breath hot against my neck. His hips never stopped moving, his cock a relentless force that claimed me with each stroke. The leather of the restraints was a constant reminder of my submission, a part of me now. My breathing grew rapid, my chest heaving as I fought for air, my vision swimming with the intensity of the sensations. "Stop," I begged, the word a choked gasp that barely made it past my lips. But James was merciless, his laughter echoing in my ears as he continued to fuck me, his strokes growing more urgent with each passing second. The pleasure was too much, an overwhelming force that had me on the brink of passing out. My body was a tightly wound coil, ready to snap at any moment. And yet, I didn't want it to stop. The power of the drug had me craving the degradation, my soul a willing participant in this twisted dance of dominance and submission. His hand wrapped around my throat, his grip firm and unyielding. "Look at me," he demanded, his eyes boring into mine. And when I did, I saw the hunger there, the raw need that mirrored my own. With a snarl, he released me, and I took a deep, gasping breath, my eyes never leaving his. His hips surged forward, his cock pummeling me, each stroke a declaration of war on my body's last reserves. The room grew hazy, the leather cuffs cutting into my wrists as I strained against them. The chains above me sang a metallic song, a symphony of submission that seemed to echo through the air. And then, with a final, violent thrust, he came inside me, his cum a hot brand that seared my soul. The look on his face was one of pure triumph, a savage grin that seemed to split his features. "Here it is," he said, his voice a growl of satisfaction. "Your gift." His cock grew soft, the warmth of his seed a stark reminder of his ownership. He pulled out of me with a wet sound, the chains above me swaying with the motion. I was a wreck, my body trembling with the aftermath of the orgasm. The chains rattled as I struggled to stay upright, my legs threatening to give way. He stepped back, his eyes on my ravaged ass, the leather restraints still in place. "Goodnight, slut," James said, his voice a low, dark whisper that seemed to echo in the now silent room. His eyes held a promise, a hint of the darkness to come. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "This is just the beginning." The door clicked shut behind him, and the room was plunged into darkness. I hung there, suspended in the aftermath, the weight of their cum a strange comfort. The Tina's grip on my body was fading, leaving me with the raw reality of my actions. Each breath was a reminder of the pain, the bruises that painted my skin a canvas of submission. With a groan, I tested the restraints, my body heavy with exhaustion. The leather bit into my wrists, the metal cold against my ankles. The room spun around me, the floor seemingly miles away. My cock hung limp, the drug's effect a cruel joke. Despite the pain, despite the fear, I knew I would crave this again. It was a siren's call, a need that would not be denied. The world grew fuzzy around the edges, the darkness closing in. I didn't fight it, didn't scream for release. Instead, I allowed the oblivion to take me, the pain and pleasure swirling together in a maelstrom that threatened to consume me. As consciousness slipped away, I felt the warmth of the cum inside me, a reminder of the gift they had bestowed upon me. A gift that had claimed me as their own, a secret I would carry with me back to my mundane life. I passed out, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. The room was silent, the air thick with the scent of sex and leather. The chains above me held me in a silent embrace, a stark reminder of the night's events. In my dreams, I was theirs, a willing plaything for their amusement. And when I woke, the reality of my situation would come crashing down, a hangover of the soul that would linger for days. But for now, in the quiet of the post-coital darkness, I was free. Free to let the drug's embrace hold me, free to feel the full weight of my submission. Free to bask in the knowledge that I had been used and owned. The room was a cocoon of leather and chains, the only evidence of the night's debauchery the sticky mess that clung to my body. My mind was a whirlwind of images, each face a fleeting memory of lust and power. The scent of their cum was a heady perfume that lingered in the air, a scent that would haunt my dreams for weeks to come. The darkness was a comfort, a cloak that shielded me from the reality of what I had become. With a start, I realized that the phone I had heard in my delirious haze was indeed my own, ringing shrilly from somewhere in the room. The sound was a stark contrast to the silence that had enveloped me, a jolting reminder that the world outside waited for my return. I squinted against the harsh daylight, my eyes adjusting to the sight of my own bedroom. The digital clock on my nightstand glared back at me, mocking my lost time with its cold, unyielding numbers: 3 PM. My head was a mess of tangled thoughts and a pounding headache, a symphony of pain that seemed to crescendo with every heartbeat. I reached for the phone, my hand shaking with the effort. It was my wife, her voice a sweet melody that seemed to pierce through the fog in my brain. She was calling to check in, her words a gentle reminder of my normal life that waited for me outside these four walls. "Hello, sweetheart," I croaked, my voice a mere shadow of its usual self. It was a struggle to keep the fear and guilt from seeping through the line, to maintain the façade of the loving husband she believed me to be. The room spun around me, the smell of leather and cum a stark contrast to the sanctity of our marriage bed.

been thinking about that moment when my raw cock first begins to pulse and i ejaculate my seed into a good bottom

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** THE TEN – A Continuation (or Chapter XV, if you like) I never expected to fall in love with him…as I will explain, he wanted the relationship, but he didn’t want to be pozzed. It was 2 years after I moved from LA to Seattle, I had continued my pozzing adventures in the great Pacific Northwest. One of the main reasons for leaving LA was there almost seemed like there was nobody left to infect with HIV. Oh, new guys were always moving to LA, maybe to make it as an actor, maybe to escape from moralizing family members, or maybe just for the weather. But between widespread PrEP usage, the pool of available neg holes to knock up was becoming ever smaller. And when you factor in my poz buddies, Eric, Keith, Diego, Francisco and the other members of “The Ten” club, competition to claim a unmedicated neg chaser was fierce. Between us all in “The Ten,” we had successfully pozzed hundreds of guys, including dozens of flight attendants -- literally spreading our HIV strains around the world – but new conquests, as measured by the group text we would all send after another chaser got their upgrade, were happening fewer and fewer times. As for my own successful pozzings, the tattooed area across my abs now boasted an arc of 6 dark X’s, meaning I had 60 known pozzings under my belt – and probably dozens more unknown ones who were face down/ass up in a sex club, or just a neg pussy against the glory hole opening – “DON’T ASK, DON’T TELL!” Augmenting the row of XXXXXX spread across my midsection were 2 biohaz symbols, one above the row of Xs and one on my upper arm, a bright red teardrop of blood in the center of both biohaz symbols. And then there was the inked scorpion with the word “POZ” in the center of its body splayed across my chest that my friend and tattoo artist extraordinaire Eric emblazoned for me, and which got us so horned up, we recharged each other right on his tattoo chair. He even finished up the scorpion tat while his fat toxic AIDS-cock was still inside me after depositing a fresh load of virus into my poz cumhole. But eventually, there just wasn’t the available stock of neg chasers out there anymore, and the ones that once flew into LA for pozzing now could get it closer to their homes, as “The Ten” chapters sprung up, quite organically, in New York, Chicago, Toronto, Boston, Miami and Palm Springs. I had some of the ‘blame” for the Chicago branch being so prolific as my poz son Benny proceeded to infect his whole leather group, and they in turn distributed the gift across the Midwest. Suddenly, POZ was the thing to shoot for in certain gay/bi circles – a badge of sexual hedonistic honor. Eric told me he was training tattoo artists across the country in all kinds of biohazard and scorpion designs, and a big request was simply the words “POZ,” “TOXIC,” “INFECTED,” or “HIV” to get inked across chasers’ bodies when they got the inevitable upgrade to HIV status. So after my wildly successful, and I guess if you think about it – TOO successful pozzing career, I relocated with my job up to Seattle, a city I had visited a few times over the years but to my knowledge, was not home to anyone I had upgraded with my demon seed. My own seed remained unmedicated and my overall health remained good, despite the moderate viral HIV load. My last in-person visit with the idealistic Young Doctor in LA showed slow but steady progress of the virus and he told me I might be crossing over to official AIDS status within a year or so, and to think about medicating. Or maybe not, it was impossible to know for certain. What was for certain was I wouldn’t be inhibiting my strain with meds, at least not for a while yet… So, 2 years later I was still seeing via telehealth the Young Doctor, who himself had transitioned from a condom and meds advocate into a poz hungry cumwhore after a certain mass conversion party in Lake Tahoe. And my lab work that I had done every 3 months or so at his direction still made its way back to him to interpret, and even now, 2 years after he said I was fucking and breeding my way into AIDS-territory, I was still officially just “HIV Positive.” I was having too much fun breeding holes with my toxic seed, and when after 18 months in Seattle, I got my 6th X tattooed across my stomach, signifying 60 pozzings, I resolved not to slow down…not yet, anyway. Poz convert #60 happened much the same way a lot of them occur…Josh from Alaska read my profiles on BZ and Curious Chaser, slid into my DMs and a few weeks later, and following a quick brushing of his neg pussy, my lubed-up poz weapon was sliding into his untainted hole, forever changing his DNA, and changing him into a poz cumwhore. He told me that where he works on the pipeline, not a lot of guys are openly gay or bi, and even if they are, not a lot of them are on PrEP…plenty of opportunities for him to spread the seed to the Last Frontier among his burly oil worker buds. I welcomed Josh to my place with a hug…I could feel his body trembling in my embrace. He whispered softly to me “I need to do this…but I’m scared.” Reassuring him, I whispered back ‘We’ll go at your pace…but remember why you flew down here, remember why you need this,” followed by my grinding my jeans-covered poz weapon against him. We chatted for awhile…he’s “mostly gay,” but fucks women sometimes…there were a couple of pregnancy scares with them and he was greatly relieved when they turned up not pregnant. He’s an oil pipeline worker, which isn’t as burly or hard-working as it sounds – mostly sitting at a screen and watching product flow. But sometimes there’s a problem or something out in the field that requires manual intervention and Josh and a few buddies head out to repair the issue, usually staying at the field camps set up along the length of the line. He tells me once the issue is resolved, there’s not a lot to do in camp until the van arrives in a day or two to take them back. So, they naturally get up to what men get up to…he’s fucked all of his work buddies over the years and they’ve fucked and bred him, even the ones with wives and kids waiting at home. “We’re not allowed to drink on the job, so we find ways to entertain ourselves,” he shrugs, laughing and swigging his beer. It’s the first time he’s relaxed enough this evening to laugh. He continues, “I found myself fantasizing about getting poz, I resisted for a long time, but once it has you, it can’t be denied.” I nod in knowing agreement. Once he’s relaxed and laughing a bit, I lead him upstairs and offer my standard disclaimer that he can turn around right now and go. They never do…Getting him on the bed, and before he can change his mind, I begin my process with the brand new toothbrush I have waiting for him. Next comes my hard pre-cumming pierced poz missile. This isn’t a time to be gentle with it and I drill it deep into his guts, not stopping as he yelps and twists, until it’s balls-deep inside him, my free-flowing viral precum already leading the way. I remind him this is why he is here. “Feel that poz cock deep in you, man? It’s pozzing you up already!” I fuck him deeply and very roughly for about 15 minutes with my poz pole, withdrawing a couple of times to look at the small drops of bright red blood on my cock, I plunge it back into him and unload nine or ten shots of pure HIV-seed into the guy’s hole. I know I’ve just brought him into the Brotherhood, but of course, I follow standard pozzing protocol, plugging his mancunt and raising his hips on a pillow to let gravity assist. I fucked him again a further two times that night, always shooting copious loads of unmedicated toxic cum into the guy – as usual with The Ten members, once you become a mass poz breeder you shoot bigger HIV-loads, and the more your cock rebounds super quickly, ready for another unmedicated, toxic insemination! On the 3rd rough fuck of that evening, we even managed to break the bed, a couple of slats underneath the mattress splintering, with a loud cracking sound! In the morning, while he was still half-asleep, I turned him over and thrust my cock up his sore hole again, sealing the deal with another huge HIV-load in the guy’s guts. Josh flew back to Anchorage that morning, his hole wet from my seed, my strain already at work on his system. He pledged to send me a pic of the home test in a few weeks’ time, and I know from past experience what the result will be: 2 bright red lines meaning sweet HIV. When 3 weeks later the beautiful picture came from him, I quickly snapped a pic of his positive test next to my hard cock and posted it on my media. My 60th pozzing filled me with such pride at the accomplishment! As for the bed -- Josh, not to mention the steady stream of Northwest chasers had been in and out of it and the old bed had served me good, but it was time to upgrade my pozzing bed with something new. And that’s what found me later that day in this high-end, custom-made furniture store a short walk from the main tourist area of Pike St. I had walked past the store windows several times, looking at the sofa and chairs and another featuring a beautiful Shaker-style bed. From the window, there was just enough of a view into the back area where craftsmen would work on their furniture designs. That’s where I saw him, through the window, as people milled back and forth in front of the doorway, I craned my neck to see him better, leaning over one of his custom creations, his jeans shaping his ass beautifully. I didn’t believe in fate or whatever you want to call it, but seeing him there, even just viewing him from outside looking in, I had the same electric feeling in my loins that I get whenever I know I’ve just pozzed a guy, that indescribable rush of energy as my viral cum shoots from my rigid cock deep into a man’s hole, transmogrifying him and his existence forever. I entered the store, and lingered around the bed that I wanted, telling the saleswoman who first approached that I was just looking. She turned and walked away and I went back to looking at the hot young assistant on the phone. Finally, he finished the call and turned in my direction. With the saleswoman now helping someone else, I waved at the cute guy and he left the central desk and made his way over to me. He was a bit taller and leaner than me, probably around 6’2,” with medium-brown hair a bit of which fell in front of his eyes as he walked, brushing it back behind his ears which he probably has to do 100 times a day. “Hi, sir, I’m Tom…what can I show you today?” he introduced himself, outstretching his hand to mine. As I shook his hand, a jolt of electricity ran through my body – even more than the jolt I felt the previous evening impregnating Josh with my HIV. And just like that, Tom the furniture guy “had” me. “I think I’m gonna buy this bed,” I told him, pointing at the sturdy frame “as long as it is strong and put together well. I don’t need a flimsy one.” I smiled devilishly at him, waiting for him to take the bait. But he just said “It’s made by a local craftsman, and very well built. I can show you his catalogue and you can see his process if you like. I help him out in his studio from time to time.” He didn’t return my smile, just a friendly yet businesslike approach. Still, he “had” me, and a few minutes later, I was out the door, having bought a new bed and table set. “Will you be the one to deliver it?” I asked him, hoping he would take the hint, but again he stayed professional and we arranged for their delivery team to bring the new purchases in 3 weeks’ time. 3 weeks – just enough time for the fuck flu to hit a chaser after I’ve brought them into the poz brotherhood! When finally after three weeks, the call came that it was to be delivered, Tom’s voice was on the other end of the phone “Hello, Sir, we’ve got your bed ready to be delivered, but I thought you’d also be interested in some other pieces our craftsman had made, if you’d like to meet me after work at his woodshop, I can walk you through it all.” Needing no further invitation to see this hot guy, I quickly hopped on the light rail and made my way over to the address of the studio, which was in a run-down part of the city south of Downtown. I knocked on the heavy steel door and Tom opened up and appeared there, his messy brown hair half in his face, his arms straining against the tight T-shirt and his jeans cupping his ass. “Hey, Sir,” glad you could make it, welcome to my studio,” he said. “Your studio? You’re the craftsman who makes this beautiful furniture?” “Yeah,” he said brushing his hair back, and shaking sawdust from his hand, “at the store, I am just a sales rep, but here,” he remarked, turning around to the expanse of wood furniture, “this is my baby.” He leaned in a bit to me, “and I thought you might like a private tour,” brushing his hand against my arm, leaning further in for a kiss. “Unless I got the wrong idea…” “Oh hell no, man, you got the right idea – I’ve been thinking of you ever since I came into the store,” I replied. With that he reached for my shirt, unbuttoning the buttons down the front. Then, as he fully opened my shirt, he eyed the scorpion tat, the biohaz symbol with the blood-red teardrop, and the line of 6 X’s across my furry midsection. He stopped – a brief look of concern across his face. Looking at my tats marking me as a POZ predator, his demeanor changed instantly, from excitement to alarm. He stepped back. “OK, sir, we’ll have your furniture delivered by 10am tomorrow morning, thanks for visiting.” And he walked away and sat at his desk and busied himself with some paperwork. I took the hint…it’s a lot for someone to grasp. Before I pozzed up, I felt much the same way…even though it excited me, the fear outweighed the fantasy. I thanked him, and made my way home. As I came through the door, my phone chimed. It was him. “Sorry to cut you off there…maybe we should talk about it?” TO BE CONTINUED

This is a spin-off from The Ballard Brotherhood, and our storyteller is the oldest brother Bret. ————— The cock that was plunging in and out of me was long and thick, and was just what I needed. Seeing Dad lying in a feverish heap at his flat had triggered something, and I had been in heat for the last two days. Not as bad as when Justin’s hole takes over, and even if he had a traffic cone shoved up there 24/7 it probably wouldn’t be enough, but I wasn’t far off. Luke and J had done their best, and even the twins and their hunky boyfriends had all had a go, but I was insatiable. So here I was, at the gym three hours before my shift, starting ‘work’ early. It was certainly doing the job, and I had no problem with how many hours I was going to be spending in the storeroom. The guy fucking me was called Paul, and I had smiled when I first saw the biohazard on his pec recently. The first time he’d fucked me he was relatively new to the gym, looking to lose some emerging flab and build up some muscle, all to try to make his girlfriend more interested in him than she seemed to be. Clearly frustrated at home, he had nervously come to the storeroom one day to seek a release after a good workout, and that had kicked off his other transformation. Why his girlfriend was not throwing him on the bed at every opportunity was beyond me given what he was packing, and he became one of my favourite visitors. But he got curious, bent himself over one day and asked to know what it felt like, and now he was a whole new man who just came across as being happy. All the months in the gym had given him a lean and rocking muscled body, and between our versatile sessions and the other mansex I was sure he was getting, he was now pozzed-up and looking to share. He was back to being a top with me, and I guessed this older bear guy I saw him with all the time was the one keeping him satisfied in other ways. I was quite happy with the switch, as his cock was just made to be plunged into a welcoming hole. But, as with all the fucks I had been taking since I saw Dad’s conversion had begun, my mind was wandering. I was loving the physical feeling of being fucked by whoever was inside me, as I always do, but mentally I was somewhere else. That somewhere varied, but with one thing in common: it would be at the barracks. I could be in bed at home, bent over against the gloryhole in the park toilets, or on the mat in the gym storeroom, but in my head I was in any one of the places I had found to use on the base for encounters with other members of my battalion. Sometimes I would even picture those guys, remembering what it felt like to be with them, hearing their grunts or mutters as they fucked me. I could vividly feel what I felt back then, from the pleasure of the fuck to the fear of getting caught, or from the desperate need for that kind of connection to another man to the humiliation of how most of them would look at me in disgust after they’d blown a load in my hole. I had woken up repeatedly over both of the previous nights having nightmares about the moment I was caught, the interrogations that followed, and the look on the colonel’s face as he declared I was dishonourably discharged. It didn’t take a fucking psychiatrist to see that I still had some shit to deal with from that time, however much I had found incredible happiness with my brothers, my friends, my job, and a whole lot of sex. Maybe seeing my dad finally happy and free with Gheorghe had allowed me to subconsciously put to bed my worries, regret and guilt over any role I had played in his unhappiness and eventual breakdown, and I was now moving on to focus on how I still felt deep down about what had happened to me in the army. The Universe was perhaps playing a game with me as well, based on what happened next. Emerging from the storeroom after the best part of ten hours of fucking and being fucked, having only stopped for loo breaks, cigarettes, water and snacks occasionally, I checked my phone and saw a text from a number I didn’t have in my contacts. When I opened it I stopped my brisk walking back to the flat to properly read it, as it was from Marcus “Aurelius” Bailey, a guy I had never expected to hear from again. I hadn’t seen him since he had disappeared from the barracks one day, and only later on had I found out he had tried to take his own life and ended up institutionalised. The poor guy was obviously gay, and as far as I could tell also had no interest in being in the military, but his domineering ex-SAS father cast a long shadow over his life and he had wound up enlisted with us at the base and engaged to a girl at home. It was too late when I finally cottoned on to how our antics in any private space we could find were fucking him up, and then one day he was just gone. But now he had got my number somehow, and was reaching out hoping to see me. He had once told me where his family lived, which is where I assumed he was now, but in the text he revealed he was actually living not far from us though he said no more about it. After getting over my shock at hearing from him, not just because I didn’t even know if he was still in a hospital but also because he’d got in touch right when I was re-living my own departure from the army, I replied to say I would love to catch up. I didn’t even get home before he sent another message, and he seemed so eager that I agreed to meet him the next day at a pub in town once I was done at the gym. When I arrived at the pub, I could see him sitting at a table outside with a nearly full pint of beer on the table. It was a bit chilly, but the pack of Marlboro Gold on the table told me why he was on his own outside rather than sitting indoors. His tight jacket made it obvious how ripped he now was, where he’d just had a fairly normal body when I’d known him. “Woah” he said, looking up at me as I approached his table. “Fuck me man, look at you!” From hurrying to get showered and changed at the gym, to the heating on the bus being set to Furnace Mode, I was a little overheated so had stuffed my long-sleeved T-shirt and hoodie in my gym bag and was just wearing a tight white T-shirt. My huge chain and bracelets were on full display, as were the tattoos on my arms, and I may have deliberately chosen to wear the tracksuit bottoms that left little to the imagination when it came to my thigh muscles, buttocks and crotch. “Hey Marcus” I said, choosing to use his first name rather than his surname or nickname like I would have done back in the barracks. “Fucking hell Ballard” he said, looking me up and down. “Bret” I said, causing him to look up at my face for a bit before nodding. “Bret” he said. “Wow, it’s good to see you.” “You too mate” I said. “Let me go get a drink.” I went to the bar and got a pint, ordering some chicken wings and chips as well to be brought out later, and then went back outside. I sat down at the table, got out my cigs and lit one, then relaxed into the chair and looked at Marcus. “Those chains are fucking mental” he said. “You like?” I asked, with a grin. “Yeah” he said. “They suit you.” We got to talking, initially about me and what I was up to these days. He knew about my discharge, so I just told him about a partial version of my life now. The gym, a hunky policeman boyfriend called Justin, and being happy. I left out Luke and my brothers, the pozzing, and the fact that I probably still had the remnants of several loads I had taken in the storeroom that day clogging up my hole. Parts of the biohazards on my biceps were visible if he understood what they meant, and the rest could wait until later. I was of course eager to hear about his own life, but recognised he needed time to get to that. But he did start talking eventually once we were on our third round of beers. He admitted to having attempted suicide, and that he was humiliated about it and for a few weeks after was angry that it had failed. He said only a bit about life in the hospital, noting it was where he had started working out like crazy as a way of getting the anger out of his system. Through a lot of therapy he had come to accept his sexuality, and realise that his father was an extremely toxic influence on his life. The two attempts at counselling sessions with his father had ended with the older man storming out in a rage, and that it was his mother’s older brother Kevin who had come to his rescue. The man was himself gay, and while he no longer saw the wider family regularly as a result of Marcus’s father’s rampant homophobia, Marcus’s mother had reached out to him for help. Marcus was eventually discharged to his care, putting him in a safe and supportive environment over a hundred miles away from his father, and that is where he was still living. Kevin and his husband Leo were his unofficial mentors, helping him to find a new path in life. He was now working as a security officer at an office building, and taking evening classes to get some A-levels so he could think about having an actual career of some kind. “Lately I’ve just been thinking about you a lot though” he said. “I don’t mean in that way, just that we were close and then for you I must have just disappeared.” “Yeah, you did” I said, “but when I found out about some of what happened, I got it.” “I’m sorry” he said. “I guess I just wanted to look you up, let you know I was actually OK, but also see how you were after everything that went down.” “I’m happy” I said. “And yeah, it’s good to finally know what happened to you. I’m glad you’re in a better place.” We continued chatting, with him admitting he had only had a handful of encounters with men and none of them had been particularly enjoyable. For some reason, possibly related to how many drinks I’d had, I decided to reveal more about my love and sex life, and he sat with an open mouth as I told him about Luke, the twins, the builders, the storeroom, the films, and my status. But I knew it was fine, when he moved one of his hands down into his lap and then did not do a very good job of hiding that he was touching his balls and hardened cock. That was as far as it went that night as an alarm went off on his phone that told him he needed to leave to get the last train home, but he texted while on board and again the next day saying how great it was to see me. I threw caution to the wind after that morning text to see if he wanted to meet up the next weekend on the estate, and he eventually replied to say that sounded good. I had the flat to myself, as Luke was on his normal evening duty at the bar, Justin was on a late patrol shift, and the twins had gone off with their builder boyfriends to all be gangbanged for Grant’s latest film. I got in some food and drinks, and then cranked up the heating a bit so it would be warm enough for me to just be topless and wearing only my tight running shorts indoors. We never got round to eating the food, as the sight of my tattooed body, big chains and bulging shorts had an immediate effect on Marcus. A few shots of rum loosened him up, and when I fetched some of the still pretty huge chains the twins had stopped wearing in favour of bigger pieces they’d bought themselves, putting Marcus in those for a joke only got him hornier. Realising he was intrigued, I let him touch the various biohazards inked on my skin until he admitted that he had been reading chasing forums for a while since finding out Kevin and Leo were both undetectable. He had not been able to stop thinking about me and my brothers, and had found and joined Grant’s website so he could watch the films. “So what do you want to do?” I asked, when he was back touching one of my biceps and our faces were close together. “Fuck me” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me.” “You sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I need you inside me again.” He had known what might be happening, so was already loosened from the plug he’d worn on the train and only removed in the toilets at the Dragon after quickly stopping in for a few shots of whisky for courage before he came over. I still gave him the full foreplay treatment so that he was begging for it, and then slowly slipped my full length into him. Where he had been unsure and anxious whenever I’d fucked him on the base, now he was just eager and needy. His ripped body writhed and sweated as I reamed him out, and it took no time at all for me to drop the first load in him while he had a hands-free orgasm of his own all over the bed. I was prepared for a regretful, panicked freak-out to follow, but all I got was a fellow ex-soldier dying to be fucked again. The second fuck was missionary, the third had him riding me while I lay on my back, and the fourth was in the shower with him bent over against the tiles. By that point I was mindful that Justin and Luke would be arriving home soon, but Marcus seemed not to care as he was completely letting himself go for the first time in years. They arrived home together while I was bouncing up and down on Marcus on one of the sofas, letting his cock have a bit of a workout for the first time that night. My two lovers knew to expect him to still be there, and after doing quick introductions we recognised that any proper social stuff would have to wait for the breakfast table. Over the course of the next few hours, every dick went in every hole, and my former battalion mate was filled to the brim with poz loads.

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Long shot, does anyone know of, or have an archive of the old Matt and Dan blog? loved that site...

I prefer hairy always for sure. Hairier the better. Naturally smooth is fine. Shaved is disappointing... almost a no go.

I absolutely love the submissiveness of being on my knees with another mans dick in my mouth. I can't understate how erotic it is looking up at a man with my mouth stuffed full of his cock, him looking down at me with a look of sheer pleasure, licking his lips and telling me to go deeper, to suck his balls. Then wrapping his hands around the back of my head and fucking my mouth like it’s a pussy. I love feeling his dick hitting the back of my throat and how he speeds up and starts making little grunts and then says “I’m going to cum” before unleashing spurt after spurt down my throat. I’m just a dirty Florida boy that loves “DICK”.

Looking forward to you replying whenever you are ready, Jaygusher. Always happy to help with brainstorming if you need it, like I've told you before. As for you fluffybutt... Hasn't it been like since April since you last posted a new chapter or update your own story? Not really fair to call someone out who has updated more recently than you have.

BOB Clearly, Dan prepared himself before I fucked him. It was not random thing that just happened naturally. I was glad he did it because I would never have been brave enough to initiate it. As the academic term intensified, my life became busier: class, gym or run, part-time job, study, and sleep. For a few days, my roommates and I were never home at the same time. However, I caught news of one of Bob’s exploits. Liz, one of my friends who also knew Bob, told me that Bob’s girlfriend found out that he was fucking at least one other woman and she had a shit fit and made a scene at a party. Bob was known to be a bit of a pussy hound. A day or two later when I finally saw Bob at the apartment, he was still in a sad mood, and he told me all about the breakup. I gave him my sympathy and a little ribbing about him thinking with his little head too much. “I know,” he said, “but it’s just how I am.” On Friday evening, some friends invited me to go to a bar with them. Even though it had been a long week and I was tired, I went along but only for a couple of beers. The bar was hopping but I was exhausted and by 10 pm, I was over it, so I walked back to the apartment. As soon as I walked into apartment I could hear someone having sex. I tiptoed toward my room to avoid awkwardly interrupting whichever guy was getting his nut. I had to walk past Bob’s dimly lit room, and the door was open. I couldn’t help but to glance in as I passed the door, and I saw Bob lying on his back, and Dan was straddling him and riding his big fat cock with his back toward me. Bob saw me and gave me an evil grin as he cupped Dan’s butt cheeks in both hands. I continued to my room and quietly closed my door, noting that Bob was indeed an otter and he was hung. I could still hear Bob’s bed springs squeaking, and this went on for another 10 minutes, then I heard someone (probably Bob) loudly cumming. Then everything got quiet. I didn’t know what to think. I was starting to realize I was more gay than bi, I knew Dan was at least bi, but I had never thought of Bob as being anything more than 100% straight. It dawned on me when I got into bed that my cock had been hard since I walked into the apartment, so I jacked off and shot a load all over my chest thinking about my two studly roomies fucking in the next room. The next morning, Dan was gone because he had to be at his part time job by 9 am. Bob was having some cereal as I said good morning. “What have you got going today?” asked Bob. I told him I was free until a 2:00 project meeting in the library. I looked outside and said that it was a beautiful autumn day for a run. Bob asked if he could tag along and I said of course. Bob quickly changed into his running shoes, a plain T and sweat pants and I did the same. This is how Bob looked at age 21 when we went for our first run together. I knew some beautifully wooded trails that were away from traffic, and we jogged over there. “You know that Dan told me you and he are fucking around a bit,” Bob stated. I quickly recovered from being outed. “Oh, he did, did he?” I replied. “Yeah. He and I have been playing around since we were roommates in the dorm during freshman year. I love to fuck him. He told me he enjoyed you giving him your bone and he tried to get you pregnant too. He said he popped your cherry,” Bob laughed. I asked Bob if he ever got fucked and he told me he was a top only. “Damn, it’s getting hot,” as he peeled his shirt off. “I’m familiar with this area and I know a cool trail. Follow me,” he said. I followed him deeper into the woods and after five minutes he stopped. “I need you to suck my cock now,” he said as he looked into my eyes and pushed my left shoulder down. I licked his nipples and then down his treasure trail. Now on my knees, I pulled down his sweatpants and his cock was tenting his white high school Bike jockstrap. I released his cock from its prison, and I gasped at the size. It was not circumcised. I’d never seen a white guy with an uncut cock. I licked the head and lapped up some pre-cum that had pooled where his head barely poked out of the soft skin hood – it was delicious. Bob was about 7 inches hard, but the girth was considerable. I tried to take the shaft down my throat, but my throat was slamming shut by reflex. The Bob held the same little brown bottle Dan used on me under my nostril and commanded me to huff, and then he repeated. He gently fucked his cock into my mouth until my nose was against his black pubes. Then he picked up the pace. My hands clasped his muscular glutes. Without any warning, Bob forced his cock down my throat and held my head there as he shot load after load into me. I couldn’t breathe and started to panic, but he was finished and released his grip. I gasped for air as I realized that none of his cum had lingered in my mouth and his sperm was all now in my stomach. “You have plenty of time before your group meeting later. Let’s go back to the apartment and get cleaned up. I want to test drive that hot ass,” he chuckled. “Race ya!” and I tore off back up the trail.

first time i ever slid my cock inside a bottom it was anonymous and i was raw. feeling my cock pulse around his guts wrapped around my cock made me want to chase that feeling

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After our hookup (although I don’t think we referred to it with that word at the time), I had a flood of different thoughts that I considered the following weeks. I realized that I was physically attracted to Dan, but I didn’t feel any emotional attachment to him like I had with some of the girls I dated. But I had enjoyed it. Hell, I fucking loved it. Whenever I thought about it, I got hard as steel. Maybe I was just horny and needed to get off? No, that wasn’t quite it. Also, Dan and I didn’t talk about it, but I don’t think we acted weirdly when we were around each other, thankfully. So, life went on for the next week like nothing happened. Then the following Saturday night, I went to one of the local college bars with some buddies, but one of my friends got wasted doing jagerbombs, so I made sure he got home in one piece, but it was only 11 pm. I decided to go back to the apartment, and I could see from the street that lights were on inside. I unlocked the door, but no one was around, so I turned on the TV. Bob was staying at a new girl’s place this weekend (without his current girlfriend knowing about it). About 15 minutes later, Dan walked in the door with a 6-pack and a small brown bag which he threw to me. “Hey, what’s up?” I said as I caught the bag and looked inside. “I bought you something and I want you to use it right now,” he said. It was a fleet enema. “What the fuck is this for?” I exclaimed. He replied, “It’s for you to clean out.” Ah…for some stupid reason, I had not thought about why Dan’s ass was completely clean when I fucked him…and now (I supposed) he wanted to fuck me. OK, I was open to trying it. “Any special instructions?” I asked. “No. Just do it while you shower and make sure the water runs out of you completely clear and clean for a few purges. And don’t rush it,” he replied. A few purges? OK. I had never had an enema before, and I certainly did not want to embarrass myself. The shower and clean-out took longer than I expected. But I finally finished and walked to Dan’s room, and he was laying on the bed with his 7-inch cock standing straight up. I dropped my towel and bent over him, and we kissed. Then, he told me to 69 with him. We were sucking each other’s cocks for about five minutes when he released my cock from his mouth. I felt his tongue flicking around my butt crack and then he flicked his tongue on my pucker. The next thing I knew, his tongue was invading my hole, and he was pulling my ass cheeks apart. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. It was shocking what he was doing and it was surprising how great this felt, and I tried to keep focusing on giving Dan head. He was fucking my ass with his tongue, and my cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto his chiseled chest. I didn't want this tongue-lashing to stop. Then Dan told me to lay face down on the bed. He got a bottle of baby oil from his bedside table and rubbed some into my ass. He took and finger and pried open my asshole as I struggled against it in pain. “Relax! Just like to song goes. And breathe deeply,” he said. Finally, he got a finger in, and I stopped whimpering. “I think we’re going to need a little help,” he said. Again, he reached over and opened a drawer of the bedside table and took out a little brown bottle. “I’m going to hold this under your nose, and you breathe the fumes in as deeply as you can and count to 10 and then I’ll do the other nostril, OK?” So, with his hard cock lodged in my ass crack and his cock head poking right against my hole, Dan introduced me to the wonderful world of poppers. I was flying high as he quickly pushed his cock into me and of course it hurt. I took the bottle from him and huffed more until it started to feel better and then it began to feel amazing. Dan told me to lay on my back, then he lifted my feet to his chest and put his cock into me again. He told me to hit the poppers, and he started pounding my ass. In about five minutes he said, “Man I’m gonna cum. FUCK!” With several grunts, he slammed into me, and I felt his cock twitch as he finished crushing my anal cherry. As Dan came down from his orgasm, I could feel his heart beating through his cock which was still inside me, and his sperm was swimming inside me looking in vain for eggs to fertilize.

Marcus came over for the next few Saturdays, always spending the night with us even if he actually slept alone in our guest bed. Justin was around on a couple of those and enjoyed getting to fuck around with another muscle hunk the same size as the two of us, and Luke would join in after his bar shift. The twins were there for a couple of the nights, and they and their gorgeous boyfriends also had a lot of fun participating. I kept it to just our household though, and mostly it was me and Marcus alone just fucking each other a lot. Marcus had ordered a couple of chains for himself as he got off on borrowing the twins’ spares for our sessions, though he admitted that mine were a bit much to take when I put them on him for a fuck on one occasion. He began his conversion on a Wednesday after a few weeks of coming to see me at weekends, managing to send me a basic text that said Kevin and Leo were looking after him. He didn’t come over that weekend, which was helpful as Grant wanted me and Justin to do a film with a two real-life firemen, an actual couple who were getting into risky sex, so we got that arranged for the Saturday night instead. It was pretty hot to both fuck and be fucked by them while they were wearing parts of their uniforms, and it was also a thrill to see Justin so unashamedly showing his face on camera now. Marcus showed up the next weekend, and we spent a long time talking about things. He had admitted to Kevin and Leo what he had been up to, and while they thought he was reckless for having deliberately got himself pozzed, they could understand and of course were able to offer their own insights for him in what life would now be like. He was pretty relaxed about it all in himself, and said he had actually had a couple of really good hook-ups closer to home since he had recovered from the fuck flu. We did of course have some more sex, but we mostly spent the night talking which was actually really nice. It was at breakfast that I decided to talk to Marcus and some of the others about the idea that had been brewing in my own head. While being reunited with my old battalion mate had eased my thoughts a little, I still felt like I had unfinished business with the army. Working to give Marcus what he needed had shifted those thoughts to something more specific, and decided to tell everyone about what I was planning to do. “There’s no fucking way those guys who used to breed me are just wanking themselves now” I said. “Every one of them found some stupid way to convince themselves that they weren’t cheating on their wives and girlfriends by fucking a guy, and I bet they all started doing it again once the heat had died down from my discharge.” “Yeah, probably” said Justin. You reckon there’s a new cumdump in the barracks?” “Doubt it” I said. “No-one is gonna take that risk after what happened to me.” “So how then?” asked Marcus. “My bet is that they’re going somewhere in town” I said. “Not a club or bar where someone might be watching, but I bet there’s somewhere. I think I need to find out where.” “And then what?” Luke asked me. “So many of those fuckers threw me under the bus to save their own arses” I said, feeling the bitterness rising in me again. “It’s time to make things right and get some payback.” It took some organising, but me and Marcus both managed to get a week off from our jobs at the same time. In the lead-up to it, Luke and Justin kept asking if I was sure about it, worried that I would come to harm or do something I might regret later, but I kept reassuring them that I would be sensible and not endanger myself. I hired a car for the week, went to pick up Marcus from a station on his train line that was near the motorway, and then set off on the long drive. We chatted for most of the journey, stopping for lunch and a cigarette break at some services on the way, but we both went quiet as we exited the motorway and got onto the familiar roads leading to the base. Before we got there we pulled into the Premier Inn we had booked for the week, getting checked in and then deciding to have a drink at the bar. This chilled us out, and we then felt ready to go and get showered and changed so we could get on with scouting out what might be going on. What I hadn’t told anyone is that I already had quite a bit of the info I needed. I had called Grant and explained my plan, and being the kind of man that he is, he had eventually come through for me by means of a couple of contacts he had who knew this town. From them I had got all the details of the cruising spots, but also a key bit of intel about where the local guys knew they could hook up with soldiers. There were two unofficial, unmarked, unlicensed clubs in the industrial area near the base that supposedly had regular visits from men who everyone suspected were soldiers in civilian clothes. Grant’s contacts had never been, but knew the owner of one of them and had managed to get us the location and password. I told Marcus all of this as he got dried and dressed after his shower, explaining that I thought Luke and Justin might feel better if they assumed we were going to be on an unsuccessful wild goose chase up here. We decided to first check out the cruising spots, starting with those that were within walking distance so that I could have a break from driving as well as some more drinks. We first had another beer in the bar, and then headed out to see what we could find. The nearest location was in a wooded park that we had both known a bit from before as it was a favourite place to go for a run, so that’s where we started. However, rather than the familiar paths and playing field, we went off into the wilder areas until we seemed to be in the right sort of area. Sure enough, after waiting around for a bit hidden from most directions by a large holly bush, we saw a couple of men arrive and start hanging around nearby. They seemed to be together, and just leaned against adjacent trees to have a cigarette or two. Then a third man turned up, his face hidden by a hoodie, and we could hear the low murmurs of a quick conversation. Then one of the original men turned around, undid his trousers and pushed them down, and then leaned forward against the tree to stick his arse out. The man in the hoodie stepped up behind him, and the fucking began. The other guy was looking around to make sure they were safe, so we just watched from our hidden location. However, the top was fucking so vigorously that his hood eventually fell back off his face, and Marcus reached out and gripped my arm when we both recognised the man as Harry “Potter” Jones. Supposedly straight, girlfriend at home, and the reprimand on his record for having been one of the guys who fucked me long since forgotten. Unfortunately for him, I had come equipped for some stealthy surveillance. I reached into my own hoodie pocket and pulled out the compact superzoom camera I had bought, turning it on and extending the zoom completely from underneath my top to muffle the sound before I pushed the lens through a gap in the leaves and began to film. Harry’s face was clear as day, and within a few minutes I captured him yelling out as he bred the guy he was fucking. He swiftly pulled back, did up his trousers, and then went to pull up his hood as well. However, as he did so he looked right in our direction, not seeing us but giving me a fantastically clear full-face shot. Then he was gone, and we watched as the guy who had been on lookout dived down behind the other one and felched out the load. We stayed for a bit longer but no-one else came by, and eventually the two guys left and then we followed suit a few minutes later. “One down” I said to Marcus, with a grin. “Let’s try the toilets next” he said, grinning back at me. We walked across the park to the entrance on the other side, just outside which was a rank set of public toilets that still worked but no sane person would go inside. Our plan here was a bit different, with Marcus pulling on a balaclava so he could be the bait. I hid from view in a bush just inside the park, and we connected to each other on our phones. He hid his inside his pocket, and had decided a word neither of us ever used but which would be appropriate for the situation would be the code for when I should make a quick entrance, namely ‘schlong’. After we’d been in our positions for a while a small older man went in, and I could soon hear the sounds of Marcus being fucked but without the codeword being uttered unsurprisingly. But not too long after the first breeder left, someone of a bigger build in a hoodie went inside. “Yeah, that’s a nice schlong” I heard Marcus say in a funny voice, and I knew we had our next catch. I waited until the sounds of fucking began, and then I exited the bush and quietly walked to the toilets. We had tested the door and found it didn’t creak if opened slowly, so I very gently pushed it aside and then tiptoed into the foul-smelling room. I slowly closed the door behind me, and then tiptoed the rest of the way to the stall where I knew the activity was taking place. I had a GoPro already filming and attached to a selfie-stick, which I raised up slowly so it could catch the scene playing out in the stall. I had set it to live stream to my phone, which I carefully fished out of my pocket to make sure I was filming well. I was, and it took a lot of restraint to not react to what I saw. Evan “Almighty” Peters was bareback fucking Marcus in long deep strokes, his hoodie sitting on the toilet seat so he was in full view of my camera. Even with the top-down view that distorted his face, the tattoos on his arms and shoulders were unmistakable. Yet another of the bastards who had thrown me under the bus, potentially sealing his own fate as he cheated on his wife with an anonymous hooded man in a public loo. The reason I decided he was only potentially sealing his fate is because I decided not to leave. I stopped filming, uploaded the footage to the cloud in case he tried to get out of this by breaking something, and then I stepped back and leant against the sink. This made a noise, and the fucking sounds stopped. I stayed still, and eventually Evan resumed his pounding of Marcus. I patiently waited until I heard the sound of him panting as he blew his load, and could not suppress a grin from forming on my face as I listened to him getting his trousers up and hoodie on. He unlocked the door and came out, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me there grinning at him with my arms crossed. “Hey Evan” I said. “Long time, no see.” “Ballard” he stammered. “What the fuck?” “I think the fuck was someone you know” I said, watching Marcus pull off his balaclava behind Evan after he’d done up his own trousers. Evan turned slowly like he was overacting in a horror movie, and then staggered sideways when he recognised Marcus. He then just started looking between us, utterly panicked. “What the fuck is going on?” he whispered. “Thought we’d come up to see the place again” I said. “Neither of us got a chance to say goodbye properly.” “Ballard…” he began. “Please” I interrupted, “call me Bret.” “Er, OK, Bret…” he began again. “And the guy you just shot a load in is called Marcus” I said. “You know, in case you forgot.” Evan’s mouth dropped open, and his body went even more rigid than it had been. “Well, anyway” I said, “let’s talk about this a bit more. “First off, thank you for the fucking fantastic footage. Having your hoodie off really helped show off your handsome face.” “What?!” he squealed. “Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot to threaten you in amongst us all getting to know each other again” I said. “You’re on film, uploaded and with my bothers already, before you try anything.” “You’re lying” he growled. “Nope” I said, fishing my phone out of my pocket and starting the video for him. “What the fuck do you want Ballard?” he growled, as he watched himself pounding Marcus on my screen. “Two things” I said. “Justice, and payback.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” “You fucking know what I’m talking about” I spat, losing the smug grin I had been sporting. “You fuckers threw a battalion mate to the lions to save your own cowardly arses.” “And now he’s back, and currently got you by the balls” Marcus added. “Listen, Ballard…” Evan began. “My fucking name is Bret” I growled. “Or you might try using Sir” Marcus said. “OK, OK” Evan said. “What do you want?” “As I said, justice and payback” I replied. “But I intend to use the payback to get the justice.” “What?” Evan asked. “It’s simple” I said. “I have what I need on film to get your reprimand turned into the dishonourable discharge that I got. But that would be justice on its own, and I’m more interested in a bit of payback that might dish out some justice in a different way.” “I don’t know what you mean” he said, starting to look a little defeated. “Let me spell it out for you” I said. “You fucked my arse more times than I can count, and now I want yours.” “What?!” he squealed. “Fair’s fair” Marcus said. “I’m not letting you fuck me!” Evan almost yelled. “Fine” I said, pulling my phone out. “I’ll just tell my brothers to go ahead and publish the footage now. They were going to do it later anyway if I didn’t tell them not to, but why wait?” “Wait!” Evan yelled. “What’s that?” I said, looking up at him. “Just wait” he said. “Please.” The poor guy tried in vain to reason with me, having no idea that I was lying about what would happen with the footage, and then in utter defeat he agreed to my terms. Maybe he thought he’d find some way out of it, but I fancied some fun before we went to check out the club later. So it was that Evan Peters found himself naked on a hotel bed, doing everything he could to maintain his dignity as he felt my cock slide into his virgin hole. I’d worked him open of course, not actually wanting to hurt him, and to his credit he took my whole length without crying out. But the crying out did begin, as my thrusts stimulated his prostate and introduced him to incredible pleasures he had never imagined he could feel. By the time I bred him he was putty in our hands, and Marcus slid in to add a second load. We had time after, so both gave him a second round before we told him to get his shit together and leave. “Oh, and Evan” I said, as he started walking towards the door. “There’s one more thing you need to do.” “What’s that?” he asked. “You’ll need to go to the infirmary and ask for a course of PEP, as soon as you can” I said. “PEP? What’s that?” he asked. “These” I said, pointing to the biohazards on my naked skin, “are a warning about what I’m carrying.” “What you’re carrying?” he asked, looking confused. “What do you…” “Yep” I said, when realisation dawned on him. “That.” He went white with horror, and then bolted for the door to the sound of me and Marcus laughing. I felt no guilt despite not normally going in for this, as he fucking deserved it and now had the opportunity to prevent it even if there was a chance of it taking. My fun was being had in the fact he would now have to have that particular conversation with the medics on base, and perhaps learn a lesson for the future. But, with all that done, it was time for me and Marcus to get ourselves ready for the next hunt. Two down, many more to go…

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.

Story 2b: Keeping It In The Family “Are you ready for tonight?” Tom, my older step brother asked, looking up from his phone as he spoke to me from the couch, watching as I shucked off my shirt, still sweaty from the mandatory gym visit my dad demanded I go to for the last 6 months. Giving me an impressed smile, he looked up and down at my now chiseled body, appreciating the hard work I had put in. Sitting back in the office chair in our shared room, he began to grope himself through his pants, his hard cock poking through the gym shorts he was wearing as hardcore bareback porn played on his computer screen. “How was it for you,” I asked with curiosity, shucking my sweatpants off and flopping back on the bed, wearing only a loose pair of boxers. “Bro, you saw the video Uncle Dan took!” he laughed, getting up and flopping over next to me on the bed, slowly running his hand up and down my chest, “You know exactly how fucking good it was!” Smiling, I groaned as he pinched my nipple hard until I finally groaned in submission. “I don’t mean that, asshole,” I said, playfully pushing him off as I spoke, laying back on the bed again and resting my head back on arm, “I mean after… during the change…” “Well,” he said thinking for a moment, “I mean, it sucked for a few days, and the rash was a bitch, but it was so hot knowing that it took… you know?” Turning over, I slowly laid my hand on his chest, running a finger over first his right peck, and then the left, my fingers circling over the large biohazard on each one idly. “Going to be so hot knowing that in just a few hours you’ll be joining the club man,” he said, rubbing his hand over my stomach in return, “Been dying to do this for years, but Dad said he’d kick my ass if I did it before tonight.” Slowly, he leaned over, slowly kissing me as his hand drifted down under my boxer, his rough hand slowly working my hard cock. I returned the kiss, hungrily rubbing my tongue against his. A sudden knock at the door stopped us, as we both looked over, seeing my stepdad standing in the doorway. “Enough of that you two,” he said, smiling, rubbing himself as he watched us, “Save it for later.” I nodded sheepishly, pulling Tom’s hand out of my underwear in response. “Your dad says it's time. Everything is set up downstairs and everyone is waiting. You ready, son?” my stepdad Steve asked, gesturing out the door. — It had been 12 years since my Dad and Steve had met, both coming out of the closet after their equally bitter divorces. On my dad’s part, it had been my mother who had cheated first, deciding to move in with her side fling to start a new family in search of a "better" life. I hadn’t been that upset, surprisingly, as we’d never truly felt close. It was during the custody battle that she’d revealed that she’d been cheating for years, and that my dad might not actually be my real dad. Irregardless, I had told the judge I wanted to live with him and we’d made things work for a few years, just the two of us. The day Steve and I were introduced, I could only be happy for my dad, as the two seemed so close. Steve and I got along great, treating me as much as his own son as my dad did. Not long after I turned 18, I began to notice myself lusting over the two, on more than one occasion sneaking a watch through their barely open door, as the two engaged in hot, messy man sex after they thought I was asleep. I’d been secretly gay myself for years, finally coming out to my dads shortly after my step brother went off to college shortly thereafter. The two had been surprisingly open with me, answering every question I had. When the topic of protected sex had finally been broached, I was shocked at how they explained their status to me, explaining they were both positive, after countless times of playing both together and apart, never using a condom. This revelation has left me with countless more questions. At first, they’d been coy, not sharing much until one day I accidentally blurted out that I wanted to be positive as well. It was then that they sat me down and explained that they’d been expecting this for a while, as my own step brother had approached them not long prior wanting the same thing. Sitting us both down one evening, our new family tradition of sorts had been born. They’d agreed with both of us that on the night of our 21st birthdays, if we still felt like we wanted to be infected, they would make it happen. On Tom’s 21st birthday, they’d set up a conversion party, inviting all of their fuck buddies over to flood him with countless loads in an effort to make his wish happen. About a month after, Tom had come home sick from school, and once he was recovered, they took him to the clinic and he’d gotten the results he’d been looking for. They had me watch the video they’d taken of the birthday event, allowing me to decide if the same was something I wanted. Countless loads had been shot as I watched it, making me yearn to have exactly what he had. — “Hello, earth to Andrew…” Tom said, waving his hand across my face, breaking me out of my little trip down memory lane. “Huh?” I said, looking over at him and Steve, blushing as I realized they’d said something as I spaced off in my own mind. “I asked if you're coming, son?” Steve said, smiling and shaking his head, “It’s time to give you your birthday gift. Unless you're getting cold feet?” I quickly jumped up from bed, racing to the doorway in excitement. “I take it that’s a no,” Tom said, walking over to his dad before giving him a deep kiss. I felt a twinge in my pants as I watched the scene, wanting the same thing as soon as I could. I quickly ran down the stairs, nearly missing the last step in my excitement, barreling into the bare chest of my father. “Woah, there, champ,” he chuckled, catching me easily, “We got all night, calm down.” I smiled up at him, shaking with excitement. “You ready, son?” he said, gently gripping my chin pulling me into a tender kiss. I returned it, savoring it as we slowly started to make out. His beard rubbed against my face, and I moaned into the kiss. “Yeah, pig is ready to join the club,” my step dad Steve said, giving my ass a playful squeeze as he walked past, “Better get down there. Don’t want to keep everyone waiting.” Slowly, my dad and I broke away, and I sheepishly followed him and Steve down to the basement, where a small crowd of men stood, each naked and playing with their cocks, each getting ready for their eventual turn on my neg ass. I looked around for a moment, seeing my cousin Jared in the corner, smiling at me. My dad quickly steered me to the center of the room, where a few cameras were aimed at the sling, empty at the moment. Stepping forward, my stepdad greeted all the men and explained the rules of the night. “All right men,” he said, grabbing my shoulder as he spoke, “Peter here has decided that he wants to bring in his 21st birthday by getting the gift that keeps on giving.” A few men chuckled at the joke. He paused for a second, letting them laugh before continuing. “As was the case with his brother Tom, family gets first crack as his neg hole. Once we all get to shoot the family seed inside him, you all will be getting a crack at his hole. Understood?” he asked, looking around. A few men nodded, and a few others smiled. “Peter here has been wanting infected for a while now, and hopefully, if we all work together tonight, he’ll get exactly what he’s asking for.” A few men chuckled again, more sinister this time, as a few others muttered things like “Yeah, fucking can’t wait” and “He’s going get pozzed real good.” Silently, I pulled my boxers off and then allowed my dad to help me into the sling, as first my arms and then my legs were locked in place. “Final chance,” my dad said, a serious look on his face as he looked down at me, “You ready?” I nodded, biting my lower lip and he spit into his hand and slowly worked it first over his cock and then my exposed hole. Slowly be brought the tip of his pierced cock to the entrance, before bending down and giving me another deep kiss. I groaned into the kiss as I felt his large member slide deep inside me, not giving me even a second to get used to it. Quickly, he broke the kiss, looking down. “Fuck yeah, such a beautiful hole,” he said, smiling, as he started to piston in and out of me, “You're going to be getting this all the time after today.” Suddenly, I looked up as a bottle of poppers was pressed to my nose, seeing my stepdad Steve smiling down at me. “Feels great, doesn’t it,” he said, still smiling as he spoke, “Huff those poppers down and take everything your dad has to give you.” I felt as my hole quickly relaxed and my dad began to roughly fuck my ass, the pain fast turning to pleasure. “Yeah, feel that, son?” he growled, not holding back and reaming my ass without abandon, “That’s the cock that created you. And now it’s going to help turn you fully into a real man.” I moaned at the hotness of the situation, trying in vain to meet each slam inside me with a flex of my still tight hole, hoping to milk every drop out of him. Around the room, men began to egg my dad on, telling him to knock me up. After several minutes of this, he finally unloaded deep inside me, denoting just the first of many loads to come. “Fuck yeah, babe,” Steve said, moving himself to beside my dad, “Unload in his pig ass and really bring him into the family.” After a few moments, he finally pulled out of my ass, letting a few drops of his trainted cum drip out onto the ground. Quickly, Steve switched spots with him and plunged deep inside me. Walking over to my head, my dad quickly forced my mouth open and he plunged his still cum and ass covered cock deep in my mouth, making me clean it off. I smiled, enjoying the taste and sheer depravity of it, hungrily slurping every drop down. “Fuck your hole feels so good,” Steve said, pounding my ass hard and fast, almost in a frenzy to add his load to the mix, “Your dad and I have seen you spying on us. Made both of us cum so fucking hard thinking about you being out cumdump. Bending that cute ass over our bed and taking turns flooding you.” I gasped as my dad’s cock was quickly pulled out of my mouth, now clean and shining with my spit, quickly replaced with my step brother Tom’s balls. Looking up at him, my view mostly obscured by his large cock, as he bent over me and started pinching and working my nipples. “Fuck bro, you look so hot taking our dad’s cocks,” Tom said, looking down and smiling at me, “After he unloads in you, I’m next.” Happily, I sucked hard and rolled his hefty balls around in my mouth, massaging them with my tongue. “Fuck yeah, gonna help infect my faggot of a son’s ass,” Steve growled, sweat dripping down his face as he continued his onslaught on my hole, “Here it fucking comes, son, no coming back!” With a loud groan, he began to shoot deep inside me, slamming hard deep inside me with each volley of cum erupting from his cock. Spent, he bent over, pushing Tom out of the way and kissing me deeply. I returned the kiss until he finally broke away. “Welcome to your new life, son,” Steve said, smiling down at me, “Now that you're one of us, I’m going to love feeding this hungry ass all the time.” With a small hiss, he pulled out of my ass and walked over to my face, presenting his drooling and cum-slicked cock to me, as I quickly went to work cleaning it off. As I went to work, I felt Tom slide into my ass and get to work. Soon after, he shot inside me as well, screaming. “Fucking take my diseased load, bro,” Tom yelled, eliciting a cheer from the other men, “Knocking you up with my virus filled DNA. Fucking take it!” Laying back, I smiled, watching as he pulled out and one of the men in the room quickly took his place, a line forming behind him. Behind the man, my cousin Jared was smiling, stroking his cock in anticipation. My dad quickly addressed the room, my stepdad Steve casually draping his arm over his shoulder, kissing his neck. “Feel free to use Pete’s hole as you see fit boys,” pulling Steve closer as he spoke, “The birthday boy needs at least a load from each of you in him tonight. The more dirty cum in him the better. Once everyone has had a turn, we’ll be making sure to pump one more load of the family cum inside him.” “Enjoy the party, boys,” Steve added, as the first of many men began to plunge deep in my ass, effectively sealing my desired fate.

The more hair the better!!

“Sit right there boy,” he growled, “I’m going to go change and I’ll come back for you in a minute.” He left me sitting on the bench as he went to another row of lockers, my heart was pounding and my hands were shaking, somewhere in the back of my mind a little alarm bell was going off but I my lust silenced it. I needed him inside of me. My hole twitched at the thought and my cock was straining against my cumy underwear. He came back a few minutes later with a wifebeater t-shirt on and a pair of dark blue sweatpants, that didn’t quite manage to hide his bulging cock. “Follow me boy and I’ll take you home, I’ve got the whole day off and I’m going to take my sweet time wrecking your hole for anyone else.” My legs shook as I stood and I followed him on unsteady legs out of the gym. We left in silence, once on the pavement we turned the opposite direction from my house heading north up the street. He walked fast and I trotted along, trying to keep my ass clenched, not allowing a drop of cum to escape from my hole somehow knowing that would please him. His apartment was only a block away from the gym and he soon ushered me past an uninterested doorman and into an elevator. His apartment was the last one at the end of the hall, and once we were both inside the door he practically slammed it shut behind up. We stood there for a long moment, just far enough apart to not be able to touch one another. He pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing the powerful toned muscles, the pale flesh, the dark red fur, and the jet-black tattoo. My heart pounded even harder feeling as if it would burst right through my rib cage. He smiled at me and having already kicked off his shoes pushed his sweat pants to the ground. Feeling the need to mirror him, I shucked my shirt and pants standing just in my wet assed boxer briefs looking at him in all his glory his obviously erect cock fighting against the tight fabric of his white briefs. “Chuck,” he said. “What?” “My name.” “Oh, Allen.” “How many men have bred you Allen?” “Four, that’s all? Well you are more of a natural pig then I thought if you’ve only been fucked by four guys and already you’re here about to start begging for my cock,” he paused, and took a small step closer to me, “How many loads do you have in you right now?” “Four from this morning, and a few from last night. The couple that I spent the night with bred me quite a few times each,” I said, letting my naughty secrets start to spill out of me. He took another step closer, closing the gap even more, “So you’re hole is well lubed with cum, ready to take my cock.” He rubbed his crotch. “Yes,” I said breathlessly, “I want you to fuck me, I need your cock, I’ve been dreaming of your cock.” “Do you know what this means?” He pointed to his tattoo. I nodded. “What does it mean then?” “It means that you’re POZ.” “That’s right boy, are you ready to take my POZ load.” The little voice in the back of my head screamed, “RUN” a little louder but I answered, “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes I’m ready to take your POZ load. I need to feel you unload your POZ cum inside my hole. I need to feel your heat filling my body. I need your cock, please fuck me.” “I told you you would be begging for my cock in a minute,” he smiled wickedly, “Take your shorts off, and then get on your knees.” I pushed my underpants down and kicked them off, falling to my knees in front of him. “Now slowly get my dick out,” I reached out and slowly pulled his briefs down till his cock strung free of the waistband. I had imagined what his cock would look like a lot, especially over the past twenty-four hours but nothing I had imagined was a glorious as the real thing. Thick and heavily veined with a thick mushroom head and a long shaft, it burst from a thicket of dark red pubes, and below which hung a pair of large cum laden balls just begging to be drained. He kicked off his briefs and said, “Well don’t just sit there and look at it get the damn thing in your mouth boy.” I opened wide and swallowed his cock as I was told. My jaw stretched wide I bobbed forward and back his cock head slipping in and out of my throat. Two large hands came to rest on the back of my head, drawing me forward slowly forcing me to keep more and more of his cock in my mouth. “Get it good and slick boy, that and the cum in your hole is all the lube you’re gonna get from me.” My hole twitched and I started bobbing faster wetting his cock with my sit. Eventually he tore his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He led me to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. Grabbing my ankles he forced my knees into my chest, leaving my hole exposed to him. His cock brushed against my well-fucked pucker, warm and hard and teasing. “Look into my eyes boy and don’t look away I wanna see the moment you first feel my POZ cock enter you register in your eyes.” I looked up at him, losing myself in his brilliant green eyes as he rubbed his spit slick cock up and down my furry crack. After just a few moments of teasing I felt the pressure zero in on my hole, becoming a focused coming to bear of strength he started to press his cock head against my hole. My ass offered little resistance and his cock head quickly began to press into my sphincter stretching it open across its bulbous top. Chuck kept his gaze locked with mine as I struggled to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. His cock slid steadily, its way made slick by the large amount of cum that still lined my guts, inside of me. I felt as though I could feel every vein, every lump and contour of his fat cock sliding deeper and deeper into my hole. Finally all eight and a half inched had sunk into me and his ginger pubes rested against my own pale furry cheeks. “You feel that boy? Feel how easily my POZ cock slid into your hole? If you weren’t made for taking loads you would never have been able to take this fat meat so easily.” He flexed his cock inside of me, “You like having my POZ cock inside you boy?” “Yes.” “You want me to fuck you now?” “Yes.” “Breed you?” “Yes” “Yes what?” “I want you to fuck and breed me with your POZ cock.” “As you wish.” He pulled his cock from my hole in the same slow deliberate manor that he had pressed it in, allowing the head to pop out too and then with the same inescapable pressure slid back inside. The veins of his cock tickled and pulled at my hole sending electric wave up my body. I started groaning, begging him to fuck me in earnest. Chuck just smiled and kept slow fucking me for another minute before all of a sudden he slammed the full length of his cock into me with the entire force of his body behind it. I practically screamed. Then it was on, Chuck closed his eyes lost in the pleasure he got from plowing my hole, as he kept his promise of wrecking my hole for anyone else. I had never been fucked like that, I had never felt so connected to someone who was fucking my, I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted him in that moments. The room became hot and the smell of cum and sex filled the air, I felt beads of sweat drip from Chuck’s bucking body onto mine but neither of us cared. The sound of slapping flesh combined with we sloppy squish of my hole was the only sound in the room same my occasional whimper as his cock forced its way past my second sphincter. Chuck was a beast, he hammered away full force at my hole for nearly twenty minutes never missing a beat before he said, “I’m about to change your life kid. I’m going to flood your guts with the first of many POZ loads.” “Yeah give me your POZ load,” I pleaded. “Here it come slut.” Chuck bottomed out in me, the head of his flexing cock bursting past my second sphincter, his load firing deep into my guys. I felt the same heat as before but this time it was like the pleasant burn of whiskey going down your throat. Chuck’s load filled me like I had never been filled before, all of those loads before were somehow less powerful, less fulfilling. Chuck growled as he finished and ground his cock into me, working his load into my hole. “Oh my god,” I panted, “That felt amazing. “Don’t worry boy, there’s plenty more where that came from,” he flexed his still hard cock inside me, “We’ll get a half dozen or so of my loads pumped into your guts and then I’ll see about getting a few other POZ tops over here to make sure it takes.” Slowly, his cock never going down or leaving my hole, he began to fuck me again.

Saw this. Made me laugh out loud😃

Every now and then I like to whore out someone who is willing to completely give up their body to me. You'll spend a weekend being whored out in a city hotel and bathhouse taking loads from any and everyone with no say. You are only there to be useful and used by the guys who want to use your body how they want to use it. You'll take a lot of loads, but if some guy wants you to fuck them you better get hard and give them your load, etc. I've had pure bottoms top for the first time this way and it's always an incredible experience when one pushes past their limits. By the end of the weekend you get on the plane or train leaking cum and go back home. Prefer younger twinks but would consider anyone. Message me if you're interested or know someone who is.

Hot story... all we need now is another chapter - Zach get manipulated into being fucked again, Shane gloats that he has taken out a rival and turns Zach in to a popper sub cumdump.

When I was age 8 I stayed overnight at my cub scout buddy Tom McHugh’s house. At night alone before bed, he wanted to show me something his older brother had taught him. We got our dicks out and hard, and he showed me how if you grip just right, sliding your fingers up and down on it feels really good. I got the concept fast, but asked him to show me exactly how over and over like I couldn’t get it right (because it felt better when he did it to me) Hehehe I knew what I was doing. He showed me how if you kept going it felt better and better until you had to stop. I masturbated regularly after that, or at least rubbed myself until I couldn’t. I’d been doing this for . . . seemed like a year when one day when I got to that stopping point <spurt> out came a load. It felt even better! I was bummed though, that I’d have to start cleaning up after myself. Having two older brothers to educate me and parents that gave a lot less fucks with their third child, I was precocious and worldly. I read my way through a grocery bag full of adult paperbacks Dad ‘hid’ in the entry hall closet. ‘Everything You Want To Know About Sex But Are Afraid To Ask’ gave me the self-deceptive excuse that many boys go through a homosexual experimentation phase. The fact that the chapters dealing with homosexuality were my favorites . . . I knew. I knew I was different from earliest memory, but it was 2nd and 3rd grades when I discovered sex. After that I was humping my stuffed animals, fooling around with every friend I could including my cousin with whom I shared my first real blow jobs and buttfucking at 12. Horny kid, me. I once piled up the corduroy sofa cushions and humped them until I came. Left a stain. Mom never knew what caused it.

I love getting my ass eaten out specially if someone is sucking my cock at the same time. The only I tend to last only feel minutes... doesn't matter if I already came before. Always very intense.

I like to let my balls fill up so they’re heavy and full. I don’t jerk off anymore, except to edge and help build up a massive load. I then find a hot bottom who can get me off and take my load. Recently built up a 14 day load, met an NZ stud visiting and I bred him good. It felt like I squirted 14 times as I pumped cum deep inside his sexy ass.

Part 8 Arther took the lead as he slowly fucked my mouth. As shady as he was, I did enjoy being able to suck cock. I’m not totally innocent, and I do have my own needs. I sucked on him for a few minutes, and he seemed to like it. Pivoting his warm rod in my mouth, I could feel the shape of his round head tap the back of my throat, my lips rubbing over his veiny shaft. My eyes looked up to his torso, which had little body fat, so I could see the muscle fibers of his abs as well as his veins. His hands rubbed my hair as he guided my head bobbing up and down on it. All the while, he liked his dirty talk. “Yeah, work that cock, boy. Your uncle taught you well, didn’t he?” I didn’t learn cock sucking from my uncle. But I just let him think what he wanted as long as we were both enjoying the moment. Even my nerves were starting to relax, and I could start to enjoy myself a little. After all the craziness that had happened until this point, I could do with some simple dick sucking. While keeping his cock in my mouth, Arther positioned himself on the bed, lying back while I lay down nursing on him. “That ass looks beautiful.” He reached over and kneaded my cheeks while I serviced his cock. “You know, my boys would love you. You would look great spending a weekend on my ranch. That ass would definitely get pushed to the limits in terms of depth.” My memory went back to Chester’s place when he told me about Arther’s kink. My ass trembled at the thought, and not in a good way. I’ve been pretty open so far, but I doubt I could handle that. Nor would I want to. Arther seemed to notice my physical disapproval. “Hm, perhaps you need some time to ferment on the idea. I’ll get you in the stables one of these days.” Arther’s thighs gripped my head, and his hips were bucking up into my mouth. He seemed to be really enjoying my mouthwork, that or he was getting distracted by his own fantasies. As his legs were wrapping around my head, I felt a pair of hands on my legs. Someone else was in the room. I just realized Arthur never closed the door. “Hey, Clarence, help yourself…” Arthur offered with a strained voice. He seemed like he was getting close. The hands on my legs moved up, and I felt a pudgy man get on the bed with us. He straddled me from behind. “I didn’t get much time with this one; the little rascal slipped off before I could breed him.” Clarence was on top of me? Oh, that’s not good. Sucking is one thing, but I wasn’t trying to offer my ass to anyone who walked in, especially not him. Arthur’s legs were still gripping my head, and he was face-fucking me. I couldn’t get up. “Don’t let me stop you. Slip that poz blaster in there.” Clarence laid his body down on top of me, and I felt his cock push into my ass. With Arthur’s cock getting harder and leaking pre in my mouth, Clarence started moving his hips up and down. The cock felt good inside me, but I was well aware he was a hair-trigger shooter. I was in a dangerous position. “Yeah, I’m about to shoot down your throat. Keep sucking.” Arthur made sure I wasn’t going anywhere till I swallowed his load. I was frantically trying to coax out his orgasm so he would let go. Clarence on top of me was having his fun, raw-fucking me at his own pace. “Yeah, that’s it. Gonna shoot. Swallow my cum, you little slut.” His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I felt it swell. Arthur started shooting in my mouth as I tried to gulp down the torrent of bitter salty fluids. I didn’t have much say in the matter since his head was nearly penetrating my esophagus. “Ah fuck, yeah!” Several ribbons of hot cum shot down my throat. Then it calmed down, and his thighs relaxed. I was able to pry my head off of him. Some cum still dripped down his shaft. It was sloppy and covered in spit and jizz. Once I was free from Arthur, I managed to shimmy myself out from under Clarence. His cock popped out of my ass, and he seemed disappointed. I got up off the bed and managed to breathe easily. I wiped the cum from my mouth, or what little there was trailing down my chin, since it was more of a direct deposit. Clarence sat up on the edge of the bed, his cock still rock hard and glistening. “Hey, I’m still a mess down here. You should clean it up.” Arthur stood up and motioned in front of me to finish the work. He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed down on me. “Sit and lick me clean,” with Clarence right behind me. Arthur’s push made me sit in his lap. His cock plunging up my ass again. Clarence wrapped his arms around me and played with my nipples. Arthur brought my head down to lick his cock, taking in the rest of his cum that I missed. “That’s right, don’t waste it.” Clarence was moaning behind me, and I could feel his cock getting harder in my ass. “Go on, Clarence, get your nut off. Charge him up.” I knew what was coming next, and I wanted off of him immediately, but Arthur had his hands on my shoulders. “Wait, hold on!” I tried to object, then Clarence made his signature grunt. “Ugh…” his rock-hard cock started bouncing inside me. I was standing up in spite of Arthur’s grip. I just managed to pull my sphincter off of Clarence’s swollen, pulsing tip when “Ooof…” And Arthur shoved my shoulders down, and Clarence’s poz cock popped back in me. My ass reflexively clenched tight around his shaft. “Ah!” Clarence gasped and gripped my hips. “Ooof, yeah…” his hips trembled beneath me. “Aah, yeah, there it is!” Clarence moaned in bliss. I yanked my ass away, freaking out. Did I get off in time? Did he shoot it in me? I looked on the ground for evidence of him shooting outside. The floor had a lot of cum on it, both dry and wet. It was hard to tell. Clarence was stepping in some. “Like what you see?” Arthur grabbed my shoulder. “You should lick that up for him. You’re a foot pig for Chester, you can give Clearance the same treatment.” Arthur pushed me to the ground and brought my face to Clarence’s feet. “The boy likes licking feet? Well then, I won’t turn down a good servicing.” Clarence laid back on the bed and awaited the kinky play. “Go on then, start licking boy.” Arthur held my head down and Clarence raised his foot to my face. He rubbed his toes on my cheeks and smeared cold jizz on me. He swirled it around my lips until I had no choice but to open up and take his dirty toes in my mouth. At that moment I felt a cock slam into my ass. Arthur was getting ready for round two. “That’s it. Suck those toes while I unload in you.” Arther started violently fucking me while Clarence ensured his toes stayed in my mouth. Arther wasn’t the biggest, but he knew how to use it. I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel good. But I didn’t know if he had anything I could catch. I enjoyed getting fucked for a while as I serviced Clarence’s feet, and my mind wandered. I was imagining Uncle Chester during Twister. His cock was so big it could reach depths Arther couldn’t. I was starting to miss the feeling of him in me. Even licking Clarence’s feet made me think of my uncle and his proposition of making me his foot pig. Part of me wishes we could have a normal uncle-nephew relationship, but I was becoming more open to the idea of giving into carnal lust with him. “Oh boy, gonna shoot. You ready for my load, boy?” Arther grunted. I remembered where I was and what I was doing. I got up from Arther despite his rough grip. He seemed disappointed. “Hey, I was so close!” “I… I need to find Chester.” I moved past the men and left the room in a hurry. I clearly wasn’t safe with them despite enjoying the first part of it. I wandered through the dark labyrinth of hallways trying to find Uncle Chester. I was about ready to leave this place, and if he wasn’t ready to go, then I’d tell him he could meet me back at his house. I was amassing an entourage of random men trailing behind me. As tempting as it was to play around with some of them, I figured I shouldn’t be playing with anyone else here since most of the men here are poz and not on meds. It took me a while to make my way through the underground maze. The place was big, and bodies were exchanging fluids in many rooms and open spaces. Coming to a dead end, I was in a hall that had multiple open, dark rooms. I wasn’t sure if they were all just rooms or if some of them led to other areas. I thought one of them could lead through and maybe my way in. There was a tv on the wall playing random porn clips and a chubby, bearish man sitting down on a bench. It was Clyde. “Hey there. Have you been having fun?” He was casually playing with his cock. “Kinda… I think I wandered into the wrong area.” “Why don’t you keep me company? Sit.” I wanted to leave, but I didn’t want to be rude, so I sat next to Clyde. He put an arm around me and continued playing with himself. He wasn’t trying to fuck me or get me to suck him, so I was a little relieved I could get a bit of a break. “So not liking the place?” “Not really. This ain’t my kind of scene.” “Aren’t you Chester’s boy toy? I figured you’d be used to taking dirty loads.” I hesitated a bit, but I was honest with him. “I’m not his boy toy, I’m his nephew. I’m not poz either, so this place is a little scary.” Clyde looked surprised. “Oh wow, you definitely came to the wrong place then. So many men here would be all over you, wanting to knock you up.” “I don’t want that. Sex is nice, but I don’t want to catch anything…” My voice was starting to break a bit. “Hey now. How about you stay with me? I can keep these guys off you. I’m poz too, but undetectable, so you don’t have to worry about that from me.” Clyde’s offer sounded sincere. It would be nice to get some kind of protection here. I leaned into him and let myself feel vulnerable with him. It was the first time I started to feel semi-safe in this place. “Since you’re here, how about a blow job? I’d like to nut off again.” Before I could answer, he guided me to the floor on my knees and placed his cock at my mouth. At this point, I was getting a little desensitized to all the sexual advances, so I opened up and started sucking him. I was actually enjoying the taste of his fat cock in my mouth. Clyde moaned and let me take my time with it. After a few minutes, I heard someone approach and stop behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw it was the sickly old man from the steam room. The late stage poz guy. He was stroking himself in the corner, watching us. I thought he was going to leave after the steam room encounter, but I guess he was still on the prowl. Even in the dim red light, I could see almost every bone on him. Clyde guided my mouth back on his cock and rubbed my hair. I tried ignoring the sickly man and focusing on enjoying the cock in front of me, but I couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling of the sickly man watching in the corner. I was sitting on my knees with my back upright, so at least there wasn’t ease of access to my ass. Then I felt a foot rub my cock. Clyde was stroking me with it while I sucked him. I couldn’t help but moan and lean into his footwork. He was really skilled with it. Fuck, I definitely have a fetish for it now. He noticed how much I was responding to it and brought his feet up to my face, interrupting the BJ. I kissed his big, meaty soles and felt myself leak. “I knew you loved that.” Clyde gloated. He put a foot on my shoulder and forced me to the ground. He stepped on my face and pinned me to the floor as he made me continue service. I tried my best not to show how much I was loving it. During the foot domination, I felt hands on my ass. Oh no, in this position, my ass was sticking out. The sickly man was behind me. I felt his sticky, warm head tapping at my still sore hole. I was getting worried, but he didn’t push in. He just kept it at the entrance as he jacked himself. “You gonna paint his back? The boy isn’t too keen on poz loads.” I was flattered; Clyde actually seemed to be defending me. “I’ll shoot it on his cheeks; his warm pucker is kissing my tip sweetly.” His voice was still raspy and unwell. I was still a little uneasy, but if he was just going to beat off, then I would be able to continue kissing Clyde’s soft feet. He rubbed them all over my face and stuck his toes in my mouth. He gave a few gentle slaps and smeared my slobber on me, then stuck his toes back in my mouth as I sucked him. “Ah, gunna shoot…” the sickly man moaned with a strained voice. His tip was still on my hole as his hips were trembling. He still wasn’t penetrating, but it was pressing. “Ah, fuck, here it comes!” His body was spasming as I felt his tip throb, discharging a several-burst orgasm. “Agh!…” a hot ribbon of toxic sperm shot out, practically jet-spraying my hole. It gushed around my hole and started running down my taint. “Agh!…” his hips spasmed harder, and I felt my ring opening up. His high-pressure ribbon shot and added to the mess on my taint, running down my balls. Clyde put a foot on my lower back, and the weight brought my ass down. The sickly man’s cock felt like it slid in further. Oh shit, how deep is that? That’s not in me, is it? My ass was so sore from earlier that I couldn’t tell. “Agh!…” the man dropped his body on my back and wrapped his arms around my torso. His hips attempted to plow in. My ring practically wrapped around his mushroom. “Agh!… Ahhh…” After a few more cock bursts, his orgasm subsided, and he sighed in satisfaction. Wait, I didn’t feel his cum run brown my balls. Where did those last shots go? The confusion distracted me enough that his cock plunged forward, and I felt him sink in. His hips met my ass with a wet slap. He was giving me slow thrusts. “Hey kid, clench your ass on my shaft. Try and milk out my last few drops.” He muttered in my ear. Clyde’s foot on my face made it too hard to respond. As the sickly old man dug his cock in deep, he gave my ass a slap. Out of reflex, my hole clenched around the base of his cock, and he withdrew almost all the way, his shaft getting squeezed by my sphincter. “Yeah, that’s it. Keep going.” He buried his cock in and slapped my ass again, withdrawing in sync with my ass clenching. He repeated that process a few more times. “Nice. You’re a stubborn one.” The man mumbled. His hard-on persisted, and he was going up and down on me as if he was trying to build up another load. “Looks like the two of you are busy having your own fun.“ Clyde withdrew his toes from my mouth and got up. He walked away, leaving me alone with the old man mounted on me. I was frozen in fear as I was now one-on-one with the sick old man. His hips made wet slapping sounds as he was fucking me. Gratuitous cum coated my ass balls and belly as it smeared on the ground. The man stopped fucking me and pulled out. Finally. “Let’s not waste this sauce.” He rubbed his cock against my balls in an upward swipe, then spread my ass with his fingers. “Nice little gape you have there.” Then aimed his cock at my open hole. I felt the gooey mess on his tip pressing in, and thats when I struggled. I managed to get out from under him and got to my feet. My ass and balls were dripping with his slime. “Don’t be like that. Let’s have some more fun together.” He reached for me, but I stepped away. “I need to go.” I left that area of the complex in search of where uncle Chester might be. Eventually, I found him sitting on a bench in an open room next to a hot tub. Several men were in the hot tub playing with each other, and Chester was having a conversation with some other men, stroking his big cock. I felt like it was time to leave, so I sheepishly approached in the hope I could get him to agree to let us go home.

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Part 3 After we moved the clothes to the dryer, uncle Chester was still walking around with his impressive hard on. He was playing with it periodically as we moved to the living room. I was sipping on the remains of my now lukewarm coffee on the couch. Uncle Chester sat on the other end with his feet pointing towards me. He was playing with his dick in one hand, and going through his phone with the other. “I got to get this thing taken care of. All those photos of my younger days really got me horned up. I’m going to see if I can get someone over two drain my balls.” “Looking on Grindr I assume?” “Recon. The kinkier boys are usually there. I want these feet licked as well as my cock.” Uncle Chester lifted his legs and placed his feet in my lap. This close I could pick up the odor wafting off of them. “What kinks do you like Will? Maybe I can find someone on here for you too.“ “Oh, you don’t have to go through that kind of trouble. I don’t think I’ve really done much in terms of kink. I mostly just done sucking and fucking. I know I’m pretty boring.“ “Nonsense. You just haven’t branched out. What kinks have you been interested in?” “Um, maybe rimming, teabagging, wrestling.” “Fairly tame but it’s a good start. Ah, here’s a 65-year-old bear chub, who says he loves to sit on guys faces. You might like to eat his ass.” Uncle Chester showed me his phone screen. On it was a profile picture with bad lighting and a pretty shady looking fat old guy was looking menacing towards the camera. “I think his ass would eat me, ha ha.” “It’s an option. There’s no shortage of kinksters out there. While you’re here, I’ll be your wing man. What kind of uncle would I be if I didn’t help my nephew have the best experiences he can?“ “I appreciate it. I’ve always been open to new experiences.“ “Good. Here’s a good one for me. I think I’ll have him over for a nice romp in the sack.“ He showed me the profile. Slender 20 something year old. Light brown hair, still within his preferred type. “I’m sure he’ll provide you good service.“ I looked down towards uncle Chester‘s feet in my lap. He was rubbing my torso with his toes. His feet were big. Much bigger than mine. Even though the rest of him was fairly rough, they looked pretty smooth. Uncle Chester peered past his phone and saw me looking at them. “What do you think?“ He lift a foot up towards my face. I ended up holding it in support. The smell much stronger now. “They stink.” “It adds flavor. All the boys love it. Feel free to plant your nose in there and savor them.” he moved closer to my face “I’m not sure” “You mentioned you would do it for the right guy. You should know what to expect when you eventually do. Go on just humor me.“ He had a point. If I was going to do something like this with a guy in the future, I wouldn’t want to go in unprepared and embarrass myself. I pulled his foot close and pressed it up to my face, giving a long inhale. Immediately my head was spinning as the scent of uncle Chester’s dirty, sweaty feet were intoxicating me. “Wow, that’s intense.“ I suddenly felt a tingle in my nether regions. My dick was starting to react. Uncle Chester noticed as well. “What’s this? Looks like you’re responding to it quite well.“ He used his other foot, and started tapping my now stiffening cock. He spread his toes and gripped the head of my dick between them and pulled back my foreskin in slow stroking emotions. “Uncle Chester, should you be stroking my dick with your foot?“ “I’m not, I’m just inspecting your penis.“ He brought his other foot down away from my face and sandwiched my shaft between his soles. “Well this coffee is giving me a bit of harsh morning breath, so I think I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” I took his legs off my lap and got on my knees on the floor, digging through my mostly empty backpack looking for my toothbrush. “Yeah, me too. Haven’t brushed my teeth yet either.“ uncle Chester stood up to move past me, as he shimmied between me and the couch, his hard on tapped me against the side of my forehead, it made me jump a little. “Oh relax. You had my cock poke your ass and it was harmless. A little fascial action is practically PG.” “Yeah, I guess I’m still getting used to casual nudity.“ “OK let’s get you more used to it then. Hold still.” Uncle Chester put a hand on my chin and grabbed his cock bringing it close to my face. He lift up his hefty cock and brought it down across my nose, the smell of it assaulting my senses. He had it lay on my face there for a moment while I winced. Then he started sliding his cock all over my face, on my cheeks, my chin it was irradiating heat and I’m pretty sure some pre-got on me. “See? Nothing wrong with that.” “I guess so.“ “Like I said. Now get under my balls.“ “What?“ He then moved to straddle my face. He picked up his ballsack and plopped it on my forehead. It was very saggy and wet. He held my head in place as he moved his hips forward and back, sliding his large wrinkly ball sack up and down my face. He stopped below my nose, and it melted over my mouth and chin. He pulled my head into him. His cock shaft on my forehead, almost my entire face being absorbed into his mature scrotum. “That’s it. Just breathe that in. This is teabagging Will.” he moved his balls upward just enough so I could speak. “Yeah, uncle, I get the picture. You’re very slimy down here.“ “You think that slimy, try this” he pushed on the top my head and walked forward a little. My nose was sliding against his taint and that’s when I saw it. Chester’s dark puckering asshole was hovering over me. It was very plump and glistening. It had a very rugged texture that probably came with years of anal play. Slowly, it was coming down towards my mouth, opening and closing like a fat leach excited to latch onto something warm blooded. His hands pulling my head towards him as he squatted down on me. My lips were just about to make contact, probably a millimeter away. That’s when he released me and stepped aside. I was able to gasp and catch my breath. The musk of his crotch coated my entire face like a thick film. “See? You can trust me. Now that you’ve had all that quality time down there. You shouldn’t be shy about us having a little bit of body contact, right Will?“ I was a little dazed from nearly doing ass to mouth with my uncle. But he didn’t actually go that far. What with my ass getting poked by his cock and my mouth nearly connecting with his slimy doughnut, I had to agree that his dick slaping my face was fairly tame in comparison. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I replied, while internally trying to readjust my expectations of personal boundaries. If this was the sort of thing that was going to be common with him, then I guess I’ll just have to roll with it. “Oh, and if you ever want to plant your face in my balls, again, feel free.“ While getting tea bagged by uncle Chester wasn’t really a bad experience. I am not sure that I would actively dive in between his legs again. I mean, Chester is family after all. But his balls were quite warm. “Thanks I’ll keep that in mind.“ I rummaged through my bag again, and pulled out my toothbrush. I let out a sigh, and instinctively licked my lips. I could taste ass on my mouth. I think when uncle Chester moved to get off of me, his asshole did slide across my lips briefly. I brushed my teeth and we went about our morning fairly regularly. Both of us still nude. Uncle Chester told me that his dryer was semi-broken and didn’t have heat, so my clothes would take an extra amount of time to dry. I hadn’t yet gotten a shower. Chester maintained a lot of conversation, so it was hard for me to find an opportunity to ask if I could use his shower. It had been a couple days and I was a little grimy from traveling. Previously I could smell my BO, but now my face was covered in his ball sweat so the odor of his sack was constantly present for me. My thoughts kept going back and forth. Uncle’s free spirited lifestyle was fun and quite liberating. But letting his genitals touch me as casually as a handshake was very far from the norm. With other friends I wouldn’t mind it at all and would even enjoy it. But that would involve some sort of intimate component. Chester assured me there wasn’t a sexual component to how he behaves around me. But being face planted in his balls earlier definitely tested the limits of that, even if he was just fooling around. Uncle Chester kept sporting his hard on around the house, waiting for his hookup to arrive. He casually stroked it while he was making toast in the kitchen. I handed him jelly from the fridge and he smiled at me. He had such a warm disposition. When the toast popped up he had me spread the jelly, standing behind me watching. Then he stepped closer and his cock pressed on my butt crack. I was contemplating if that was okay. Since I had arrived, I looked at sex photos of him, had his pre cum drip down to my balls and ass, got my asshole poked by his dick, smelled his foot, got my dick sandwiched between his feet, and had his dick and balls rubbed on my face. Anyone I would mention that to would tell me thats all crossing boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. I know it may seem that way, but whenever Chester had the opportunity to take advantage, he didn’t. When his dick poked my ass with my legs over his shoulders he could have attempted to fuck me. When his ass was over my face he could have plopped it on my mouth for a forced rimjob but walked away instead. In conclusion I determined that Uncle Chester was good intentioned. He’s just very comfortable with his body. So I didn’t objected to his cock touching my crack in the kitchen. Sure it’s eccentric, but I feel safe with him. “When is your recon boy coming over?” I asked not moving my ass. Uncle Chester put his hands on my hips and wrapped his arms around me for a hug. His cock slid down my ass and went between my legs. I felt his tip hit my balls. “Soon, which is good. I really need to blow a load in someone.” “I can tell, your dick is poking my nuts.” “That’s okay with you right?” “Yeah it’s fine. It’s really warm.” “Your ass is really warm.” He was rubbing his hands up and down my stomach. “It is a little hot today so that’s probably causing it.” Uncle Chester stepped back, pulling his cock from between my legs and stopped below my ass. He grabbed his cock and slid it up between my cheeks stopping at my hole. “Nah thats definitely your natural body heat. I can feel it from your sensitive areas. I really need that trick to show up. I can’t wait to plow into that ass.” I felt him press a little against me. I was sure he wasn’t trying anything bad. Just like previously. “Hey Will, spread your legs and bend over the counter.” “Why?” “Because the recon trick is your hight. I might want to fuck him in the kitchen. I need a reference.” “Okay.” I spread my legs slid the toast to the side and leaned over the counter. My ass naturally spreading apart. Uncle Chester put a hand in my back and kept his cock on my hole. “Yeah I think this will work. I’m gonna slide my cock up in that boys ass right here.” He slapped my ass a couple times with his cock and swirled it around it a bit before centering it again. He moved his hips forward and I felt his cock press against my hole. That’s when there was a knock on the door. “Oh, that must be him.” Uncle Chester let go of me and left to answer the door. The two of them entered the living room, and uncle Chester introduced me. “And that’s my nephew Will, don’t mind him. He’s just visiting for a while” The recon trick, (I never got his name) smiled and waved at me. He looked back-and-forth between Chester and I inquisitively. I guess he was surprised to see that I was nude as well. “I’m waiting for my clothes to dry.” I explained. The two of them went to the bedroom and I was left to enjoy some toast. It didn’t take long for them to start making some noise. They really seem to be having fun in there. I checked on my clothes to see if they were done. They were still wet so I restarted the dryer time. Guess I’ll have to keep on walking around like this until whenever it finishes. I sat on the couch, going through my phone, and some other items I had in my bag. The sounds of them going at it was putting me in the mood as well. I browsed online looking up some porn, playing with my cock. I searched older men fucking younger twinks. There were plenty of video links available. One video I clicked on had a cute bottom in the thumbnail. The top was revealed to be an older man in his 60s. A little older than I was normally into but he was still good looking. I felt a little awkward playing with myself while my uncle was just in the next room getting down, but if he was cool with being sexual with company around then so would I. I didn’t really reach any sort of finish line, just casual browsing. After about an hour, with my still raging boner, I heard the bedroom door open. Chester came out to get a drink of water from the kitchen. Despite how long he had been in there, he was still hard. His dick had a glossy sheen on it. “Hey Will, could you grab a glass for me out of the cubbord? I have cummy hands.” I got up and grabbed a glass for him. I surprisingly wasn’t worried about my cock being hard in front of him. He took notice to it. “Have you been entertaining yourself while I was at it, or are you just happy to see me?“ He turned towards me and out cocks were almost touching. “Oh, yeah, I was just browsing some porn.“ “Let’s see what kind of porn you’ve been jacking it to.” He reached for my phone and was looking through it. He seemed to approve of the video content. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to the arm and put his feet up on the table. I fallowed and sat sideways on the arm. “That’s the type of older man you like? Very seasoned. The bottom boy is a cutie. Did you cum yet?” “Not yet. It might have been rude to cum in your living room.” “You can cum anywhere you like. I encourage a healthy sex drive in this house. But you’re watching tame stuff. I’ll find you some really hot videos. Come let me show you.” Uncle Chester then put a hand around my ass and pulled me off the couch arm and onto his lap. His moist cock was under my ass. We were now watching him search porn videos on my phone. “Here, this one is really nice.” He played a video of a really thin older man fucking a tied up boy. I saw that the older man had a biohazard tattoo below his belly button. He was fucking the boy hard and the boy was moaning like crazy. He looked like he was in heaven. “What do you think? Hot isn’t it?” “Yeah he looks like he’s really loving it.” “Well what are you waiting for? Stroke your cock Will.” “While on your lap?” “You don’t like sitting on your dear uncle’s lap?” “No it’s not that…” he grabbed my hand and placed it on my dick. I was a little hesitant but I started stroking it again. “Good boy. I only want you to be comfortable with your self. You shouldn’t be afraid to jack off with me. And speaking of which, raise your ass up so I can reach my cock. I wanna rub my meat too.” I raised my ass up as I was stroking my dick. I was getting really turned on by the porn and how much the bottom was loving getting fucked. I was basically squatting on the couch with my back laying on my uncles chest. Chester grabbed his cock and was stroking it too. He aimed it up and I felt his tip slide between my cheeks. “Uncle Chester, your dick is pointed at my ass.” Now I am focused on keeping my leg strength up, because if it starts to waver then I’ll end up, lowering down and penetrating myself on it. “Yeah it is. Nothing wrong with that. Careful though. If you let your hips slide down, you’ll swallow up my cock. Wouldn’t want that now.” He gave a playful thrust of the hips hitting my hole a little harder than he should have. My ring hurt as his cock head rammed. “Ouch! Okay new position.” I moved over to the side and sat down beside him. Giving my legs a rest. “What a shame. I liked having you on my lap.” “My legs were getting tired.“ In actuality, I felt like his playful thrust cause a minor entrance. My ass was a little sore and felt slippery from it. I know he’s just teasing me, but that level of fooling around might have actually resulted in an unintentional penetration. God for bid we actually cross that line. With my own uncle, my father’s brother. On top of that he has HIV. I couldn’t imagine having that conversation with my parents, explaining catching it, and more specifically who it was from. We sat there next to each other for a few more minutes playing with our cocks. Before long uncle Chester was ready for another round. “Well, it’s time that I get back in there. I’m sure that boy in there has had enough of a break. How about you come join us? I’m sure you would enjoy watching that little slut get pulverized by this thing.“ “Would that be all right? Is he interested in having someone watch“ uncle Chester grabbed me by the hand and guided me to his bedroom. “He’s a completely subservient boy. He’d love it. And I’m sure you would have more fun watching it live rather than on your small phone.“ When we got inside, I saw the recon trick tied to the bed posts, legs spread on his belly, ass up in the air. His mouth was gagged, and he looked expecting towards Chester, excited for more. Uncle Chester got on the bed and straddled him. “For this next part we’re gonna have a little bit of an audience. My nephew here is going to watch your hungry hole swallow my poz cock.” He said that more like an order rather than a request. He raised his hips and positioned his long rod at the boys gaping hole. Inch by inch I watched it disappear inside him with ease. He wasted no time jackhammering away. The boy was moaning through his gag. Admittedly, it was quite the erotic sight, watching two people fuck in front of me. I was there in the corner, watching them go at it for quite some time. Uncle never lost any energy. It was quite impressive for a man of his age. The boy he was on top of moaned loudly, and it was hard to tell if it was out of pain or pleasure. I imagine it would have to have been both due to the sheer size of the dick inside of him. “Hey Will. How about you come here and give me a hand.“ “What do you need?” I slowly walked closer to them. Not sure what he was expecting me to do. “I’ve came so much that I’m having a hard time getting this last load out. How about you massage my feet? That will help me nut.” I looked at the tangle of legs by the foot of the bed. It wouldn’t actually be participating in the sex, so it seemed like it was fine. “Okay.” I got down on my knees and brought myself eye level with uncle Chester’s large feet. They jiggled a little as his hips were plowing up and down into the moaning boy. I grabbed one of them and started rubbing the soles up and down. It was surprisingly soft and warm, albeit a little smelly. “That’s a good boy Will. That feels nice. I can feel myself building up here” Being able to assist my uncle felt pretty nice. I was glad I was able to give him some comfort. Rubbing his feet wasn’t all that bad either. After a while, uncle was getting fairly enthusiastic. It seemed like he was going to shoot off. That’s when he reached his foot out closer to my face. “OK Will I am about to bust inside of this dirty little fucker. I need you to suck my toes.“ What? Wasn’t that a little too sensual for us? The thought of it sat in my head very briefly, because uncle Chester pressed his foot up against my face making me breathe his sent. I felt my head to go a little fuzzy on it. He was wiggling his toes against my lips and my mouth fell open. It was only for a little while right? I’m just helping him get off. This can’t be crossing any sort of weird line. I took his toes in my mouth and I started sucking on them. The flavor was salty and meaty. His toes found my tongue and curled around it. I ran my tongue between them. The flavor of his feet thoroughly coating my mouth. “Fuck! That’s a good boy Will. You’re such a good boy for working that tongue on my feet! Oh shit here comes! Going to charge this ass up with another toxic load!” Uncle Chester squeezed my tongue between his toes and his hips slammed down into the boy. He let out a grunt and shot out a load deep in him. I saw his ass cheeks flex in rhythm to his orgasm. I removed his foot from my mouth, the taste still persisting. Chester got up off the boy and sat on the edge of the bed towards me. His semi hard cock was close to my face. It had a fresh sheen of cum and ass juice. White drops fell from his tip. “Ah, that was fantastic. Thanks for the assist Will.” He put a hand in my cheek and smiled at me. It felt like he was pulling me closer to his cock. The head was already nearly touching my chin. “Glad I could help.” I muttered while opening my mouth as little as possible. “What’s wrong? Worried I’ll make you suck my cock clean?” He lifted his cock and pointed it at my mouth. “No, it’s just, it’s very drippy.” A drop of his cum hit my chin. I pulled my head away and wiped my face. That’s when I heard the dryer buzz. “Oh. Looks like the clothes are done. You tend to those and I’ll clean up this mess here.” He pointed towards the completely cum drunk boy on the bed. “Right.” I went to the laundry room to fold clothes. I could still taste uncles foot in my mouth. It taste bad but bad in a strangely good way? My heart rate was up. That was such a wild scene. That was definitely a progression of things. Was that incest? Nah, it couldn’t have been. I didn’t suck his dick or get fucked by him. I was just giving a little help is all. Right?

So my dealer friend has pimped me out to his supplier a few times. I have actually posted this somewhere on this site about the experiences. Monday i needed parTy favors and ask him to get me some for this weekend. He said I can make either $ or stuff, if I wanted to. He has some friends needing some bottoms for a couple of parTies they are having Saturday and Saturday night so I agreed to for him to set it up. I know he will get some cut for setting it up. He made off well last time he pimped me out. Its kinda hot thinking about this weekend.