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This happened in 2005, when I was still together with my long term partner. We had been drifting apart for a while, and I had started looking outside the relationship for sex and fun. I had started off playing safe, but increasingly I was fucking and being fucked without condoms and really enjoying it. I always knew, of course, that some of the guys I fucked with were likely to be positive - and if I'm honest, this was a real turn on for me. It was the not knowing that turned me on - far more than knowing that someone was negative or positive - it was the knowledge that I was going home with a load up my arse that might be a positive one! I can honestly say, however, that I had never actively chased. That is, until Nelson and Richard came to stay with us. Richard was a good friend of my partner - they had met at university and had been good friends ever since. Richard had moved to Australia for work and had met his partner, Nelson, there. They had been together for a number of years and, though I had met Richard a couple of times when he had been in the UK, i had never met Nelson. I had seen pictures of him though, and I had always thought he looked quite attractive. I had always noticed a certain reserve on the part of my partner when he was talking about Nelson, and I had the impression that he really did not like him. Richard and Nelson were spending a week with us in London as part of an extended break in Europe, and one night as we were discussing arrangements, I asked my partner why he didn't like Nelson. "It's not that I don't like him, exactly," he said "I just think he's really irresponsible." I asked him why he thought that and after a moment's silence, he told me that Richard and Nelson were both HIV positive and, whilst Richard was on meds and was always very careful, Nelson was not. Nelson rarely took his medication and, according to my partner, still fucked with other guys and did not tell them his status. He added that it was because of Nelson that Richard was positive. I wondered if Nelson had been positive when they met and had not told Richard, or if he had cheated on Richard and they both got pozzed that way, but I sensed that my partner did not want to talk about it any further so I didn't ask. Richard and Nelson arrived the following Saturday and in the evening we all went out for a meal. I got on well with them both - but, whilst Richard and my partner had many shared interests, I seemed to have more in common with Nelson. I have to admit, as well as liking him, I found him really attractive. He was very tall, dark haired and, though slim, was quite well built. I could see that he had hairy arms and I could see what looked like quite a hairy chest at the neck of his polo shirt. I also couldn't help noticing his arse, and how well it filled out his trousers. I hadn't had sex for a couple of months, and by the end of the evening I was feeling quite turned on by Nelson. I also had the feeling he was flirting with me a little, but I told myself that was probably just wishful thinking. The first thing that happened was on the Sunday afternoon. We were all going out in the evening and Nelson went for a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, he was naked, with a towel slung over his shoulder. He grinned as he passed me in the hall, and I had a perfect view of his long, thick cock hanging in front of his balls. When he passed me, I couldn't resist turning round to look at his arse. It was quite smooth and I have to say it was one of the sexiest arses I had ever seen. As I was enjoying the view of his arse, Nelson turned round and grinned at me - he knew perfectly well I had been looking at his arse and he certainly did not seem to mind! Later that day, I had a quick wank imagining that I had taken Nelson's cock in my mouth and had then bent him over to push my tongue up my arse. I came just as I was imagining Nelson pushing his big positive cock up my arse. The following evening, we were all out for a meal and some drinks and when we got home it was quite late. Richard and my partner both said they were tired and went straight to bed. Nelson said he wanted to have a shower and headed for the bathroom. I stayed up, secretly hoping for another chance to see Nelson naked and, a short term later, I got my wish! I was sitting in the living room when Nelson came out the bathroom and a short time later he was standing in front of me with a towel wrapped round him. I could see the outline of his cock through the towel, and it appeared to be at least semi hard. Nelson looked at me and I nodded. He undid the towel and let it fall to the floor and I found myself looking at one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. It was still only semi-hard, but as I took hold of it and began to wank it, it grew into one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. "Suck it," he whispered, and I bent forward and licked the tip of his cock, before taking it into my mouth and beginning to suck on it. I love sucking cock and I enjoyed every minute of sucking Nelson. The situation was made even hornier by the fact that both our partners were so close, and may not even be asleep yet. I sucked on Nelson's cock, licked his balls for a while and then moved back up to his cock. I sucked him for a bit longer, and then he turned round and bent over, pushing his arse into my face. I wasted no time in pulling his cheeks apart and exposing his hairy arsehole. I pushed my tongue up his hole and began to lick it as he sighed and pushed his arse hard against my face. I licked him for a while longer and then he turned round and pushed his cock into my mouth again. I could sense he was quite close now and, as I kept sucking, I suddenly remembered he was positive and I was probably about to swallow a positive load. This made me suck him all the harder, and a few minutes later he groaned quietly and I felt the head of his cock swell up and then he fired shot after shot of cum into my mouth. I swallowed every drop! After we had got our breath back, Nelson pulled is cock out of my mouth and bent over to pick up his towel. "Did that feel good?" he whispered. I nodded and he grinned and then said "It'll feel even better up your arse!" and disappeared out of the room. I was shocked at what I had done, but really turned on too. I knew that Richard and my partner were going out the following afternoon, and I would be in the house alone with Nelson. Would I let Nelson fuck me? Would I let him do it without a condom? Would he tell me he was positive before he fucked me? I wondered about all these things as I climbed into bed next to my sleeping partner and drifted off to sleep, enjoying the taste of Nelson's cum in my mouth. The following afternoon, Richard and my partner left to meet some friends. They were going to some high brow concert and were meeting a group of mutual friends for an early dinner first. Nelson got us both a drink and we chatted for a while. We got on well and I enjoyed his company - but I couldn't help being turned on by what we had done the previous evening. After a while, Nelson went through to the kitchen to get himself another drink. I was a bit nervous now - I knew I really wanted Nelson to fuck me but I wasn't sure I could go through with it - however, Nelson did not make any move and I was just beginning to think that maybe nothing was going to happen when he called to me to join him in the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen, I saw that Nelson was standing leaning against the kitchen table, naked from the waist down - his trousers and pants were lying on the floor and he was playing with his cock, which was now fully hard. He motioned to me to join him and I wasted no time. A few seconds later, I was down in front of him, sucking his cock like my life depended on it. I sucked him for a while, then licked his balls, then went back to his cock. After a while, I motioned to him to turn round and he did, bending over the table so that I could pull his cheeks apart and get my tongue up his hairy arse. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so horny! I licked him for a while longer and then he turned round and I sucked his cock again. Then he pulled his cock out my mouth and pulled me up. He turned me round and then pulled my trousers and pants right down. "Take them off!" he said, and soon I too was naked from the waist down. Nelson bent me over the kitchen table and then pulled my cheeks apart. I felt his tongue on my hole and soon he was licking me and pushing his tongue right up me. He stood up and I felt the head of his cock pushing against my arsehole. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked "Yes!" I moaned "Are you sure?" he asked "Yes!" I moaned again. I reflected that if he was going to tell me about his status, he would have to do it now, but he said nothing as I felt him rub some lube onto my hole and I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. "Oh God!" I moaned, "Fuck me!" Nelson pushed his big cock right into my arse and I felt like I was going to be split in two. He gave me a minute to get used to his cock and then, just as I was thinking I would have to tell him to take it out because it was too big, he began to fuck me. I don't think I had ever enjoyed a fuck as much as I enjoyed this one. Nelson began slowly and then his thrusts got harder and faster. He fucked me for what seemed like ages and then pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, and motioned to me to get on my back. I laid back on the table and lifted my legs. A few seconds later, he was back up my arse. He fucked me even harder this time and I loved every minute of it. I had almost forgotten about his status, but now I remembered. The fact that he was positive and I was letting him fuck me without a condom really turned me on. I was surprised to find that the fact that he had not told me his status and was obviously intending to stealth me, turned me on even more! He was getting close now and was fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked before. I knew he was about to cum in me and I realised the one thing that would turn me on even more. "Can I ask you something?" I panted as he thrust his cock hard up my arse. "What?" he said "Are you on meds?" I asked, looking straight at him. He kept thrusting hard up my arse and grinned at me. "No!" he said. "I'm not!" "Oh Fuck!" I moaned. "You're going to give me HIV, aren't you!" "Yes" he said "I am!" "Do it" I moaned "Fucking do it - give me a baby!" Just at that moment he groaned and I could actually feel his cum pumping into my arse. As he began to breed me, I took hold of my cock and, after just one or two strokes, I shot a massive load all over myself. It seemed like neither of us would ever stop cumming - but eventually Nelson pulled his cock out of my arse and collapsed on top of me. I had never behaved like this before - but it was the best fuck ever! I enjoyed the feeling of having Nelson's dirty cum in my arse for the rest of the day - and couldn't help wondering if his cum was already doing its work inside me. Later on, shortly before the others were due back, Nelson told me to pull my pants down and bend over. I did, and he fucked me again and dumped a second load up me. Nelson and I fucked every chance we got after that - always without a condom and always with me hoping he would knock me up. About a year or so later, my partner and I split up and we divided our stuff up between us. I got the kitchen table! I still have it today and I have been fucked on it and over it quite a few times since then - but none of these fucks could ever compare to that first fuck with Nelson - the fuck I knew would change my life!

I fuck and breed my little neighbor this morning and gave him 2 loads balls deep

The afternoon sun spilled through the half-drawn blinds of Arthur and Piet’s apartment, casting golden streaks across the couch where Doug lounged, his bare feet propped up on the coffee table. A half-empty bottle of wine sat between them, its deep red liquid catching the light as Piet swirled his glass, grinning. “You’re terrible at this game,” Piet teased, nudging Doug’s knee with his own. “How the hell do you not know who won the ‘2010 World Cup?” Doug laughed, shaking his head as he reached for the bottle to top off his glass. “Because I was too busy studying for law school exams, you heathen.” The wine was rich, velvety, warming his chest as he took a slow sip. Arthur and Piet’s place smelled like sandalwood and something faintly sweet—maybe the incense burning on the shelf behind the TV. The air between them was easy, charged with the kind of comfortable intimacy that made Doug’s shoulders loosen, his usual self-consciousness melting away. Piet had a way of doing that, of making everything feel unhurried, like they had all the time in the world. “Mmm, so you’re telling me you’ve got a brain and that ridiculous cock?” Piet’s gaze flicked down to the growing bulge in Doug’s gray sweatpants, his smirk turning wicked. “No wonder Jay’s so obsessed with you.” Doug’s face heated, but before he could retort, the front door swung open. Arthur strode in without so much as a knock, his tie already loosened, his dark eyes locking onto the two of them with a predatory gleam. “Well, well,” he drawled, tossing his jacket onto the back of a chair. “If it isn’t my two favorite patients.” Piet chuckled, stretching his arms above his head like a cat. “Speak for yourself, doc. I’m perfectly healthy.” Arthur’s lips quirked as he toed off his shoes, his fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt. “Debatable.” The fabric parted, revealing the lean planes of his chest, the dusting of grey hair that trailed down into his waistband. Doug’s breath hitched as Arthur’s gaze raked over him, slow and deliberate. “Doug, on the other hand…” His voice dropped, rougher. “I’d say he’s overdue for a thorough examination.” Doug’s cock twitched, pressing against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. He should’ve felt exposed—trapped between Piet’s lazy, teasing energy and Arthur’s commanding presence—but instead, his pulse thrummed with anticipation. Arthur’s shirt hit the floor, followed by his belt, the clink of the buckle loud in the quiet room. His slacks followed, pooling around his ankles before he stepped out of them, naked except for the black boxer briefs that did little to hide the thick outline of his erection. “Fuck,” Doug breathed, his own hands twitching with the urge to touch. Arthur’s smirk was all teeth. “Exactly what I had in mind.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and stripped them off in one fluid motion, his cock springing free, already flushed and leaking. Piet let out a low whistle, but Doug couldn’t tear his eyes away—the way Arthur’s thighs flexed as he stalked closer, the heavy swing of his balls, the dark, hungry look in his eyes. “Bedroom. Now.” Piet didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Doug’s wrist and yanked him up, nearly sending his wine glass tumbling. Doug stumbled after him, his sweatpants tenting obscenely as Arthur followed, his hand already wrapped around his cock, stroking it with slow, deliberate pulls. The bedroom was warm, the sheets rumpled from earlier, the scent of sex still clinging to the air. Piet shoved Doug onto the mattress, following him down with a growl, his mouth crashing onto Doug’s in a bruising kiss. Arthur climbed onto the bed behind them, his body pressing against Doug’s back, his cock hot and heavy against the cleft of his ass. “Such a good boy,” Arthur murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Doug’s ear. “Already so hard for us.” His fingers traced the waistband of Doug’s sweatpants, then dipped beneath, wrapping around the thick length of his cock. Doug gasped into Piet’s mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily. “Pathetic,” Arthur teased, giving him a firm stroke. “You’re dripping.” Piet pulled back just enough to grin. “Let’s see how much he can take.” He shoved Doug’s sweatpants down his thighs, freeing his cock, and Doug whimpered as cool air hit his overheated skin. Arthur didn’t waste time—his fingers slicked with spit, pressing against Doug’s hole, teasing the ring of muscle before pushing in without warning. Doug arched, a broken sound tearing from his throat as Piet swallowed it with another kiss. “Fuck, you’re wet,” Arthur groaned, his fingers scissoring, stretching Doug open with rough, insistent movements. “Already got Piet's load in there. But you’ll take it again, won’t you? Take both of us like the greedy little slut you are.” Doug nodded frantically, his cock aching, pre-cum beading at the tip. Piet broke the kiss, his breath hot against Doug’s jaw. “Say it.” “I—I’ll take it,” Doug gasped. “Please, fuck, I need—” Arthur didn’t let him finish. He lined his cock up, the broad head pressing insistently against Doug’s entrance, and then he was pushing in, slow and relentless, filling him inch by inch. Doug’s nails dug into Piet’s shoulders as Piet fed him poppers, his body stretching around the intrusion, the burn edging into pleasure as Arthur bottomed out with a sharp thrust. “Fuck,” Arthur hissed, his hips rolling in a deep, grinding motion. “You feel good.” Piet didn’t wait. He shifted, straddling Doug’s chest, his cock bobbing in front of Doug’s face. “Open up,” he ordered, tangling his fingers in Doug’s hair. Doug obeyed without hesitation, his lips parting as Piet fed his cock between them, the salty taste of pre-cum hitting his tongue, still with some taste of his ass from before. Arthur’s rhythm stuttered, his thrusts growing sharper as Doug hollowed his cheeks, taking Piet as deep as he could. “That’s it,” Arthur growled, his hands gripping Doug’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Suck him while I fuck you. Show us how much you love being our little cumdump.” The filthy words sent a jolt of heat through Doug’s body. He moaned around Piet’s cock, the vibrations making Piet curse. “Fuck, yes—just like that, take it all—” His voice broke as Doug swallowed around the head, his throat fluttering. Arthur’s pace turned punishing, his cock pistoning in and out of Doug’s ass with wet, obscene sounds, the slap of skin filling the room. Piet came first, his cock jerking as he spilled down Doug’s throat with a groan. Doug swallowed every drop, his own cock throbbing, untouched and desperate. Arthur didn’t let up—if anything, he fucked Doug harder, his balls drawing up tight. “Gonna fill you up,” he grunted, his voice raw. “Gonna breed you, Doug. Want you full of my poz cum.” Doug’s vision whited out as Arthur buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came, hot and thick inside him. Doug’s own orgasm crashed over him, his cock painting his stomach with ropes of cum as he shuddered between them. Arthur collapsed forward, his chest heaving, his breath hot against Doug’s neck. Piet flopped onto the bed beside them, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over Doug’s sweat-slicked skin. For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing, the occasional drip of cum from Doug’s overfull hole. Arthur finally pulled out with a wet sound, his spent cock glistening. “Damn,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Doug’s shoulder. “You take us so well.” Doug’s face burned, but he couldn’t stop the smug, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. Piet chuckled, reaching over to smear a finger through the cum on Doug’s stomach before bringing it to his own mouth, licking it clean. “Mmm. Tastes even better when it’s fresh.” Arthur propped himself up on one elbow, his expression turning thoughtful. “Speaking of tasting…” He reached for the discarded boxer briefs on the floor, pulling out his phone. A few taps, and he was scrolling through what looked like a group chat. “Jay mentioned something interesting the other day.” Doug’s stomach dropped. “Oh?” Arthur’s grin was knowing. “About a certain desire of yours.” He arched a brow. “Care to elaborate?” Doug’s face flushed scarlet. “I—I don’t—” “Relax,” Arthur cut in, his tone warm, amused. He reached down, his fingers tracing the cum leaking from Doug’s hole, pushing it back inside with a slow, deliberate motion. “You’re full of our poz cum anyway. No use pretending you don’t love it.” Doug’s breath hitched, his body betraying him with a fresh wave of arousal. “I do love it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I—I want it. I want to be. I just…” He swallowed. “I was really hoping Jay would convert me. But then you told him he had to go back on his meds before it took.” Piet’s hand found his shoulder, squeezing gently. “It’ll happen when it’s meant to,” he said, his voice soft. “No rush. The journey is as significant as the destination.” Arthur hummed in agreement, his fingers still playing with Doug’s used hole. “Though if you’re that eager…” He unlocked his phone again, pulling up a calendar. “We’ve got a little gathering next week. Poz fetish sex party. Jay’s gonna be out of town for work—perfect timing, really.” Doug’s pulse spiked. “A—a sex party?” “Mmm.” Arthur’s grin turned wicked. “Group of hungry, guys who love fucking and HIV.” His thumb pressed inside Doug, making him gasp. “You’d fit right in.” Doug’s cock twitched, already half-hard again. The idea of it—of being surrounded, used, filled—sent a shiver down his spine. “I—I'd like to come,” he breathed. Arthur’s smile was pure satisfaction. “Oh you'll cum for sure.” He leaned in, his lips brushing Doug’s ear. “You’re gonna love it.” Piet rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. “He’s gonna be insatiable after,” he predicted, his grin lazy. “Just wait.” Doug’s chest tightened with anticipation, his mind already racing with possibilities. The thought of Jay being away, of him finally indulging in everything he’d fantasized about—it was almost too much. He bit his lip, his gaze flicking between Arthur and Piet. “I can’t wait,” he whispered, the words barely audible. Arthur’s chuckle was dark, promising. “Oh, you’ll have to,” he murmured, his fingers finally slipping free of Doug’s hole. “But don’t worry, bud.” His voice dropped, a filthy promise. “It’ll be worth it.”

Yeah I wear a silicone cockring but I really prefer my thick chrome cockring. I love the feeling of hard steel round my cock and balls. It feels amazing when I thrust hard into his arse and I really feel my balls throbbing when I’m shooting my load.

I want to open that door and see that army of angry, DOM Daddies that are there just to defile my pretty, perfect virgin pussy and dolled up face... All I hear is the click and clack of my slutty heels on the hard floor as I walk up to the altar in my slutty bride lingerie. The bottom of my smooth ass cheeks popping out of my hip hugging mini skirt. Feeling so exposed and shaking from fear. Every couple of steps taking a peak at the guests bulges and completely losing it as I realize what I signed up for. Noticing that everyone there looks massive in their pants. Hearing the men laughing quietly as they see my wide eyes, terrified, completely in over my head in the middle of nowhere. Somehow still swaying my faggy hips as I tip toe to the mastermind who put this all together. The ceremony should just be me standing before a perverted priest and listening to all these fucked up rulles that I have to verbally agree to before signing a contract legally absolving everyone present from any consequences. Handed a print out of my slutty profile text and forced to read it out loud to the whole group. Trembling as the perverted priest calls out. "Gentleman... You may ruin the bride!" It's going to be a looooooonnnnngggg night 🙂

The weeks that followed were a blur of sweat and whispered confessions, of Jay’s hands pinning Doug down as he pumped his POZ load deep inside him, only to roll over afterward and mention some other guy he needed to “service” later that week. Doug would clench his jaw, the sting of jealousy sharp as a blade, but Jay would just smirk, trailing a finger down his chest. "You should try it," he’d murmur, voice rough from coming. "See how it feels to be free around your desire." At first, Doug resisted. The thought of Jay with other men—fucking them, kissing them, letting them touch what Doug thought was his—made his stomach twist. But then there was the night Jay came over smelling like another man’s cologne, his lips slightly swollen, and instead of arguing, Doug found himself pressing Jay against the wall, biting his neck hard enough to leave marks. "You’re mine first," he growled, and Jay just laughed, low and dirty, as Doug fucked him raw against the door. Jay told him after he only ever gets fucked by POZ pigs, but who knew, maybe he had converted Doug by now. After that, something shifted. Doug started swiping through apps, hesitant at first, but the first time a stranger’s mouth wrapped around his cock in a dimly lit bar bathroom, he understood. It wasn’t about love—it was about the heat, the need, the way a man he didn’t know could drop to his knees and worship him like he was the only thing that mattered in that moment. He came home that night with his ass sore and full of cum, and Jay took one look at him, grinned, and said, "Good boy." Their dates changed after that. Jay would kiss him at the restaurant but keep his distance, his eyes flicking to his phone every few minutes. Doug would watch, sipping his whiskey, the ice clinking against the glass. "You’re not inviting me back tonight, are you?" he asked one evening, and Jay didn’t even bother lying. "Nah. Got plans." Doug should’ve been pissed. Instead, he leaned in, his voice a dark purr. "Who is he?" Jay’s smirk was all teeth. "Guy from the gym. Big hands. You’d like him." That was the night Doug realized Jay’s distance wasn’t rejection—it was an invitation. Now they were at the phase of dating where they were being introduced to each other's friends. Tonight Jay was taking Doug out to meet a couple he knew. The bar was all low lights and sticky floors, the kind of place where men didn’t ask questions before reaching for what they wanted. Jay had his arm slung around Doug’s shoulders, his thumb tracing idle circles on the back of his neck as they weaved through the crowd. "There they are," Jay said, nodding toward a corner booth where two men sat—one broad and dark-skinned, his biceps straining the sleeves of his henley, the other leaner, with sharp cheekbones and a Dutch accent that carried even over the music. Arthur’s laugh was deep, rumbling, as he clapped Jay on the back. "Took you long enough, old man." Piet’s gaze flicked to Doug, assessing, before he smirked. "This the one you’ve been telling us about?" Jay squeezed Doug’s shoulder. "Doug, meet Arthur and Piet. Guys, this is the man who’s been putting up with my shit." Doug shook their hands, trying to ignore the way Arthur’s fingers lingered just a second too long, the callouses rough against his palm. Piet’s grip was firmer, his thumb brushing over Doug’s knuckles. By the second round of drinks, Jay was pressed between Doug and Piet on the booth’s bench, his hand resting high on Doug’s thigh. Arthur was telling a story about some disastrous threesome in Amsterdam, his voice rich with laughter, but Doug barely heard him. He was too focused on the way Jay’s fingers were inching closer to his cock, on the way Piet’s knee kept brushing against his under the table. When Jay leaned in to whisper, "Knowing these guys, they'd be up for a foursome after the bar. You into that?" Jay asked. "Have you fucked with them before?" Doug wanted to know. "Yeah, they're good friends with good benefits I guess you could say," Jay smirked. Doug nodded, and Jay invited his buds over for a nightcap. The apartment was too warm, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and the musk of four men who knew exactly what they were there for. Jay kicked the door shut behind them and immediately crowded Doug against the wall, his mouth hot and demanding. "You sure about this?" he growled, and Doug moaned into the kiss, his hands fisting in Jay’s shirt. "Fuck yes." Behind them, Arthur let out a low chuckle. "Damn. He’s eager." Piet’s voice was closer, his breath ghosting over Doug’s ear. "Let’s give him what he wants, then." Clothes came off in a tangle—Jay’s shirt torn half-open, buttons scattering, Doug’s belt undone with rough hands that weren’t his own. Like Piet had a biohazard tat over his cock. Arthur had no tats, his skin too dark to show them. Both guys also sported large PAs in their cocks. He watched, dazed, as Piet dropped to his knees in front of Jay, his mouth already open, tongue flat. Jay groaned as Piet took him deep, his head tilting back, and Doug’s cock throbbed at the sight. Arthur stepped up behind Jay, his big hands spreading Jay’s ass cheeks, and Doug’s breath stuttered when he saw Arthur’s tongue—thick, dark, wet—drag up Jay’s crack. "Fuck," Doug whispered, and Jay’s gaze snapped to him, dark and hungry. "You like watching me get eaten out, baby?" Doug nodded, his own cock leaking, and Jay crooked a finger. "Then come here. Let Piet take care of you too." Piet didn’t need to be told twice. He turned, his mouth glistening, and wrapped his lips around Doug’s cock without preamble, hollowing his cheeks. Doug gasped, his hips jerking, and then Arthur was there, guiding him backward until he was sitting on the couch, Piet’s head between his thighs. Jay went and got lube and poppers and handed them around. They all huffed deeply, and there was a round of kissing, tounges exploring each other deeply. Jay straddled Piet’s lap, his back to Piet’s chest, and Doug watched, mesmerized, as Piet lined himself up and pushed inside Jay with one smooth thrust. Jay’s moan was guttural, his fingers digging into Piet’s thighs. "Fuck, just like that—" Doug couldn’t look away. Arthur’s mouth was a wet, tight heaven, his tongue swirling around the head of Doug’s cock before taking him to the back of his throat. Doug’s fingers rubbed over Arthur’s corn rows, his hips lifting off the couch, and when Jay reached for him, pulling him into a filthy, sloppy kiss, Doug didn’t hesitate. He tasted himself on Jay’s tongue, the other’s spit, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. "You’re gonna let Arthur fuck you, aren’t you?" Jay panted against his lips, his own cock slamming back onto Piet’s with every thrust. "Gonna let him fill that tight ass up just like Piet’s doing to me?" Doug whimpered. "Yes. Please—" Arthur didn’t waste time. He stood, behind Doug, his cock thick and veined, already leaking. Doug spread his legs wider, his hole aching, and when Arthur pushed inside, it was with one long, relentless stroke that had Doug crying out. Jay’s mouth crashed onto his again, swallowing the sound, and Doug could feel Jay’s cock throbbing against his stomach, could hear the wet slap of Piet’s balls against Jay’s ass. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. Arthur set a punishing pace, his hips snapping, his fingers bruising on Doug’s hips. Doug’s nails raked down Jay’s back, his own cock trapped between their bodies, leaking onto Jay’s abs. Piet’s grunts filled the room, his big hands gripping Jay’s hips as he fucked up into him. "Fuck, I’m close—" Arthur groaned, and Doug wrapped his legs around Arthur’s waist, pulling him deeper. "Do it. Cum in him." Jay commanded Arthur’s rhythm stuttered, his cock swelling, and then he was coming, hot and thick, filling Doug up in deep, pulsing spurts. "Your turn, baby," Arthur said to Piet as his cock withdrew from Doug's hole, a bit of cum dribbling down. Piet withdrew his cock from Jay's ass, came over and turned Doug towards doggie style. Arthur, guided his POZ cock into Doug as Jay watched appreciatively. As Piet gave Doug a firm fucking, Jay guided Arthur onto his back and started tongue fucking his hole. "Such a nice smooth hole Doug has, isn't it baby," Arthur muttered to Piet as Jay pushed his cock into Arthur's ass. "Jay always finds the finest ass doesn't he?" "Yeah .." Piet grunted, his fuck of Doug building up steam. "Fill him up Piet," Jay uttered, "still looks a bit innocent, but he's a slut for POZ cum." Without another word Piet's cock started pumping hus seed deep into Doug. Doug’s own orgasm crashed over him, his cock spurting between them, his ass clenching around Piet’s cock as if he could keep him there forever. Behind them, Jay let out a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into Arthur. For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of ragged breathing, the slick slide of cum-damped skin. Piet pulled out slowly, his cock glistening, and Doug whimpered at the loss. Jay collapsed beside him on the couch, his body still trembling, and pressed their foreheads together. "You good?" he murmured, his voice rough. Doug didn’t know how to answer. His ass was sore, his heart pounding like he’d run a marathon. He could still taste Jay on his tongue, could still feel the ghost of Piet’s cock inside him and Arthur's before that. Arthur handed him a towel with a smirk, his own cock softening but still impressive, and Doug took it numbly. Jay’s fingers traced the cum drying on Doug’s stomach. "We don’t have to do this again if you don’t want to," he said quietly. "But I kinda hope you do." Doug exhaled, his body still humming. The old rules—the ones about jealousy, about possession, about what was his—felt distant now. Blurred. He turned his head, catching Jay’s mouth in another kiss, slower this time. "Yeah," he breathed against Jay’s lips. "I think I do too."

@kitpig Don't look at me. You think I know?! 😅 @Petereater Thanks! @hirondelle75 It's always important to have a good support system. And, I mean.... he's definitely getting there. @up4meat Thanks! I try to put stuff out there that isn't as popular, or is more on the unique side. You should check out the other two stories I'm writing currently. @leather-fanatical 🙂 So, this one is one the shorter side this update, but hopefully the next few chapters should be a bit more substantial. I hope everyone enjoys. -------------------------------------- Lesson 16: Positive Affirmations Slowly I woke up to the feeling of a warm body pressed up against mine, feeling a bearded face kissing and licking the side of my neck. At first I thought I was still dreaming, and groggily nuzzled my face into the neck of the other man. Another body slowly shifted onto the bed and pressed against me, slowly rubbing the side of my body and chest. I let out a happy groan, stretching out my legs languidly as the hand slowly worked up to my nipples, softly pinching them and working the piercing. The feeling slowly started to wake me up, cluing me in to the fact this was not just a pleasant dream. “Looks like we woke the boy up, Greg,” Mike said, chuckling softly, reaching up and softly grabbing my chin to turn it up towards his face, slowly kissing me. Greg, the man behind me, slowly drifted his hand down to my ass, feeling the massive plug still lodged in my ass, “Somehow he slept through his alarm going off, but go figure he wakes up for us.” “Someone forgot to put away one of the toys,” Greg laughed, gently tugging on the plug, eliciting a groan from me as he slowly pushed and pulled it, my ass gripping tightly on the silicon. Mike broke away from the kiss, gently running a few fingers through my hair. “Of course, after the show he put on for the camera in the dungeon, I guess we could allow it this one time,” Mike said, shuffling slightly in the bed and he kissed me again. “Such a cute sexy boy, kind of hard to get mad at him, isn’t it, babe?” Greg replied in agreement, still working the plug back and forth in short strokes, “After all, we had to drive through the night to come home and give him what he was begging for.” I blushed slightly, realizing there must be a camera somewhere in the basement that caught the previous day’s events. “Sorry… I should have asked,” I said, looking down instinctively as I spoke, my voice barely a whisper. “Don’t be sorry, boy,” Greg said, getting a firm grasp on the toy and giving it a few firm jiggles, making me gasp in surprise, “That was a hot little display there, watching our sexy slave boy stretching himself out and begging for another toxic load. We had it on repeat the entire drive home.” “Drove nearly nonstop even,” Mike added, reaching down and giving my balls a firm squeeze, “And since you’re already nice and open, how about me and Daddy Greg take that fat fucking plug out and give you what you need? You want that, don’t you baby?” I nodded silently, shocked that they’d driven through the night just to come and breed me. “Take a deep breath in and let it out slowly, boy,” Greg said, slowly tugging on the plug, eliciting a hiss of discomfort from me. I followed his instructions, a few tears welling up in my eyes as I felt the plug slowly begin to work out of my hole, the silicon tightly gripping the thin tender flesh of my asshole stubbornly. Finally, with a resoundingly loud pop, the plug was free from the confines of my ass, my ass feeling loose and empty in its wake. “There’s a good slut, nice and open now for us, aren’t you?” Greg asked sweetly, reaching over and placing the plug on the nightstand with a solid thump. “Yes sir,” I groaned, my voice sounding raw from the pain of removing the plug. “Why don’t you show us how grateful you are?” Mike said, pulling back the covers and grabbing his dick, shaking it at me. Slowly, I crawled down the bed and began to lick and suck Mike’s massive cock, as I felt Greg slowly begin to work several fingers in and out of my abused hole. “Fuck that’s a loose looking hole,” Greg said appreciatively, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling it apart, growling appreciatively as it easily opened under his manipulations, “So fucking stretched out and hungry looking.” “Let me see,” Mike said, gently pulling me off his cock by my hair, guiding me towards Greg as rolled over, looking at my ass as I moved. “Moving along much faster than we could ever have hoped,” Greg said, pulling his fingers out and moving his hands behind his head, looking down at me as I began to lick and suck his already hard dick. “Fuck that is a stretched out boy pussy,” Mike said in agreement, easily sliding four fingers in and out of my ass as he spoke, “Just a bit more training and he might be able to actually take a fist in there.” I groaned as I felt him slowly begin to work in his thumb as well, feeling my already abused asshole get stretched again. “Don’t worry boy, not tonight,” Mike said reassuring me, slowly working the 5 fingers inside me, spreading his fingers apart as he spoke, “You still need some training to take our fists in you.” I shook my head in acknowledgement as I continued to suck Greg’s cock, enjoying the taste of his precum slowly leaking out of the head. “Going to be a fucking blast being able to fist him and work our toxic loads into those walls,” Greg said, giving my ass a slight smack, “How about it, boy… you want us to train your ass to take a nice fisting? Might help speed up you getting our virus.” I pulled off his cock, looking back at him and nodded sheepishly. “God damn… so fucking sexy…” Mike groaned, slowly withdrawing his fingers and also giving my ass a solid smack, “Look at how it closes right back up with a little spanking.” “Fuck, I think it’s time we fuck a load in him,” Greg said, slowly jerking his cock as he spoke. “You first or me?” Mike asked, looking at Greg as he spoke, shoving his thumb back inside me. “Fuck that,” Greg said, shaking his head no, “Pig is nice and stretched out already, and we both know he can take both of us. You want that boy? You want to feel both your daddies flooding your slutty little ass at the same time with our potent seed?” Biting my lower lip, I nodded, enjoying the idea of feeling two large cocks working inside me at the same time, flooding my ass in unison. Grinning at me, Greg motioned for me to turn around and slowly pulled me up to his chest, grabbing my leg and pulling it across his body until I was straddling his pelvis. Rubbing his palm and thumb on my cheek, he pulled me down and slowly kissed me, lazily working his tongue into my mouth. I felt the bed shift as Mike slowly got behind me, guiding my ass down on Greg’s cock. I softly whimpered as I felt his cock slowly slide deep inside me, happy to feel filled again. Satisfied, Mike slowly shuffled up and slowly plunged his cock into me, the stretch more intense as his cock slid deep inside me along side his husband’s cock. “Fuck that’s nice and warm,” Mike said, slowly rubbing his hand along my back, “You’ve been need your daddies to flood your insides the whole time we were gone, weren’t you, son? Been needing our poz DNA coating your neg guts? “Oh… oh god yes…. Thank you Daddy,” I moaned, breaking the kiss with Greg as I spoke, “I love feeling you both breed me and fill me with your virus. I want to be infected by both of you and become your poz son.” “Yeah, we’re going to be your poz dads, aren’t we son?” Greg said, slowly running his hands up and down my ribcage, watching me intensely as I pushed down on their dicks, “Make you ours and use you as we see fit.” “Oh, fuck, yes daddy. I want to the personal cumdump for you,” I groaned, slowly beginning to fuck myself harder on their cocks, “I want your virus so bad. I want to get pozzed and be owned by both of you.” “Fucking right, son,” Mike said, pulling me against his chest as he began to fuck me hard and fast, “Already doing such a good job, letting us mold you into the son we want you to be. So fucking beautiful and willing to be reshaped to our whims.” “Yes… Thank you Daddy,” I groaned, wholeheartedly giving into the double fucking I was getting, “I need your poz cum in me so bad, Please give it to me.” “Fucking close already,” Greg said, his voice strained from the effort of holding back, “You close too babe? Shoot into our neg pig boy together at the same time?” “Fuck yeah… gonna shoot any second,” Mike said, as I could feel his sweaty chest against my back, “Your going to get a double dose of toxic seed in your ass, boy. Get ready…” I turned my head back and kissed Mike hard and fast, feeling as first his cock and the Greg’s began to jerk slightly inside me, both of their orgasms threatening to explode deep in me. Suddenly, Mike grunted and grabbed my hips, plowing me with increased speed as his began shooting inside me, his cum sloshing along Greg’s cock as his flooded my ass. Moments later, Greg let out a massive grunt and his cock then added a massive load to the mix. The sensation of the two massive loads of poz cum deep in my guts drove me over the edge and I took began to feel my ass spasm, clenching tightly on both of their cocks, causing both of them to gasp in surprise. “Boy’s ass is extra hungry for our DNA,” Mike said tightly, enjoying the feeling of my ass orgasming around both of them, squeezing both of their dicks tight, milking the remains of their loads out. Finally, my legs gave out and I slumped down on Greg’s chest, breathing hard. Slowly, Mike pulled out and flopped next to us, breathing hard and fast and Greg pulled me into a tight hug, his now soft cock plopping out of my sloppy hole. Lovingly, Greg slowly rubbed my back, squeezing my neck after each long stroke. “Thank you for coming home early,” I said quietly, slightly choking on the words nearly in tears as I spoke, unsure why I suddenly felt so emotional, “I really missed both of you so much… I’m sorry that you had to come home early and-” “Shhh…. Boy…. it’s ok,” Mike said, turning on to his side, now also rubbing my back. “I think we all could use some more sleep, especially after that amazing round of sex,” Greg said, gently rolling me between them. Nodding, I sniffed slightly and pressed myself tightly against Mike. Grabbing the covers, Greg pulled them over the three of us and settled against my chest, softly kissing my forehead. A new wave of exhaustion swept over me and I quickly fell back asleep between the two of them.

Either giving or getting..I pefer it raw!

I like my guy focused on me and me focused on him. I want to feel sexy and him to feel sexy. If I'm blowing a guy I want his hands in my hair, tell me what he likes, properly connect. Looking on his phone wouldn't work for me. As for playing in the background, I have ADHD and my brain doesn't ignore stuff well, so porn in the background or even just music, it pulls my attention away. I don't know what to do with multiple attention grabbing things and get overloaded. Sometimes watching porn together is the meet plan, some bi and curious guys just want to watch porn and wank together. That's cool. If I'm choosing I always choose something with at least one guy like the guy I'm with. Similar age and style. It's confusing as a 30-something hairy guy with dark hair to meet with a guy who only wants to watch blond smooth twink porn. Good to know if a guy is into you or not, no need to be unclear.

Sorry for the delay in posting the next part - life has rather got in the way lately! ————— Marcus and I both needed some serious downtime, showering and sleeping until the evening. We then hit the hotel bar for a bit to get loosened up, having decided we were going to go back to the club that night. We weren’t sure if we would be encounter Frank again, run into some other guys from the barracks, or just be able to enjoy some anonymous sex with anyone else from the town who showed up, but we knew we would have to be in balaclavas again. I wore a long-sleeve top to cover my biohazards, but decided to put on some of my silver as I was in the mood. The club was busier than I expected when we arrived, with a load of biker-types fucking or sitting around. There wasn’t anyone who I recognised, nor any other guys trying to keep their faces hidden, so we decided just to have some fun for a while and see what played out. From the looks we got, it seemed like most of the men there were tops waiting for some bottoms to show up. Me and Marcus had both been needing our holes filled after topping the soldiers earlier in the day, so we both bent over in one of the larger playrooms to let them know we were open for business. I took four loads, Marcus took three, and we were both up for spending the night continuing to get loaded up. However, attention shifted when two more guys showed up, both also wearing just jockstraps and balaclavas. One was stocky, muscular and in his thirties, while the other was provably around twenty, tall, toned and lean. His skin colour suggested he was of South Asian background, with a tattoo on one of his smooth pecs that was as written in a different script. What was interesting is that the older guy seemed to be in charge, leading the younger one into the room. The older guy directed the younger one towards the fuck bench, and stood back as the younger one got into position on it. The older one then signalled to a couple of the biker guys who were watching all this that they should come over, and he then just stood there and watched as a spitroast got underway. It was only when I moved positions in the room that I saw the older guy’s back for the first time, and realised that I knew who it was. Back when I was newly recruited, some of the older guys in the battalion had frequently ribbed Noel “Edmonds” Garrett about the ink he had recently got, to the point they stopped using the nickname he’d picked up from the TV host and instead called him “Feathers”. However, that had stopped when he was promoted to the rank of Captain and went off to a different battalion on the base. I did not know him, other than from my court-martial where he had randomly appeared as a witness to declare he had seen me from the running trail pulling up my shorts while a random guy had been walking away, stating that it was obvious I had been getting fucked. By that point in the hearing my character had been completely assassinated by a whole series of men who were somehow getting off from their own part in it all with just a slap on the wrists, so I barely registered what he had said. But seeing him here in this club, orchestrating the gang-fucking of a young guy that I now assumed must be a member of his own battalion, I saw red. He was a hypocrite, and I was going to take him down. I whispered a brief summary of everything to Marcus, and then spotted a couple of guys in the room who were leering at Captain Garrett rather than watching the younger soldier being used. I sidled over to them and whispered to each of them that I wanted their help in getting the older guy into the sling in the smaller room next door. They were up for it, and all four of us slowly moved around the room in a way that aroused no suspicion until we were in position. Then one of the biker guys gave a big nod, and we advanced on the Captain. He was so engrossed in watching the spitroast that he was completely unprepared, so it was easy for me to grab him from behind and cover his mouth with my hand, while all four of us picked him up and rushed him out of the room. He struggled while we carried him next door, but was not strong enough to get free. Marcus tightly held his legs together as we propelled the Captain onto the sling, the three of us getting his wrists secured in the cuffs on the chain before we went to the other end and got his ankles cuffed too. “Fucking let me go!” he shouted. We ignored him, and Marcus and I stood back to let the bikers at him first. I rushed back next door to get our clothes, pausing briefing to see that the balaclava had been pulled off the younger soldier revealing him to be quite stunning, with a long neck, angular features and big lips that looked great around a cock. But a roar from the other room got me focused again, and I went back to see one of the bikers had ploughed into the Captain without any attempt to loosen or lubricate him first. I threw our clothes on a bench, and then fished out my GoPro so I could start openly filming the scene. The Captain was roaring out in pain and anger, so the other biker grabbed an old sock that was lying on the floor and forcefully shoved it into Noel’s mouth. Silenced, all he could do was moan with tears streaming from his eyes as he was roughly fucked raw by the first biker, with the other taking his place after and sliding into the cum-filled hole. The Captain took that second fuck more easily, loosened up by the huge cock that had just been inside him, and he seemed to have almost calmed down by the time he got another load inside him. It was obvious this was not his first time bottoming, and his own erection was obvious through the thin material of the blue jockstrap he was wearing. The two bikers left the room once they were done, and I went over to close the door to the room. I then joined Marcus standing next to the Captain, who was looking up at us nervously. I reached over and pulled the sock from his mouth, with him spitting after it was removed. I stepped over to my clothes and grabbed a packet of mints from my pocket, taking one out and popping it into the Captain’s mouth. Then I reached up and pulled off my balaclava, and the Captain’s eyes went wide with horror when he saw me. “Ballard!” he growled. “What the fuck?!” “So” I said, smirking, “you remember me. When was it from again?” “I, er” he stammered. “From my court-martial” I said. “You gave evidence against me. Yet here you are, in a gay sex club, and I’m guessing that young guy next door is your personal cumdump on the battalion.” “Fuck you” he whispered. “Nah” I said. “Pretty sure you must have been one of the guys who did that at some point back on base when I couldn’t see who the tops using me were. My turn now.” Marcus pulled off his balaclava too, and the Captain seemed to recognise him. I then got my long-sleeved top off, letting him see all my tattoos. Marcus went over to our clothes and got his cigarettes, lighting up two and handing one to me. We stood there and smoked in silence, just looking at the Captain as he lay on the sling, his mouth slightly agape as he glanced between us without speaking. Even with the door closed we could hear the sounds of the gangbang in the other room, with a younger voice now moaning and yelping occasionally that made me wonder if they were already double-fucking the handsome guy. No doubt the Captain had planned to be in there watching all those men breed his cumslut, but instead he was restrained, vulnerable, and about to take some more cock inside his own arse. “So” I said, exhaling smoke as I got near the end of my cigarette, “I guess we should get on with things.” “Wait” the Captain said. “Please.” “Wait for what?” Marcus asked. “Your tattoos” Noel said, looking at me. “Hot, aren’t they?” I said, smirking. “Do they mean…” the Captain began. “Do they mean that I’m HIV positive?” I interrupted, causing him to nod. “Yes, they do” I finished. “He’s toxic as fuck” said Marcus. “Him and his brothers knocked me up recently.” “Fucking hell” the Captain muttered. “Shouldn’t matter” I said, shrugging. “Your prep will protect you.” “I’m not on prep” the Captain whispered. “You come to a sex club and you’re not on prep?” Marcus asked. “You expect guys in a place like this to use condoms?” “I, er…” the Captain responded. “What about that handsome guy next door?” I asked. “Is he?” The Captain hesitated, and then shook his head. “Well” I said, “you’re both idiots. But I have no beef with that guy, and whatever happens to him will happen. You, on the other hand…” I stepped between the Captain’s legs, pulled down my jock, and put my erect cock against his dripping hole. I started to gently push and then pull back, not penetrating him but just playing with him instead. My suspicions that he bottomed willingly on occasions were confirmed when his hole began to pucker, and he arched his back up slightly. “Please” he eventually panted. “You want this cock inside you?” I asked. “Yes” he whispered. “Please.” “You want his poz cock in your hole?” Marcus said. “You want mine after?” “Yes!” the Captain said, glaring at me. “Fuck me!” I pushed in, and began to pound into him. Gone was any sign of resistance, as the hungry bottom he kept repressed inside of him took over. I had no idea where his head was at about being pozzed, but he wanted to be fucked for sure. Marcus saw it too, and grabbed the GoPro to get some more footage of the Captain being willingly taken bareback, moaning and begging for me to pound him harder. “You want a toxic poz load in your neg hole?” I asked. “Breed me!” he yelled. I stopped pounding, fully buried inside of him, and just waited as he flexed his hole on my cock. He glared at me, and then at Marcus. “Look at the camera” I said. “Tell it what you want.” He hesitated, but then I saw the last resistance go. His face took on a hungry, pleading look, and he licked his lips. “I want to be fucked” he said. “I want loads in my hole.” “Poz loads?” I asked. “I want poz loads” he said, staring at the camera. “I want toxic poz loads in my neg hole.” “You going to go on PEP?” I asked. “No” he growled at the camera. “I want your toxic loads to infect me and make me poz.” “Good man” I said, chuckling. With that, Marcus put the camera away and I got on with working myself up to an orgasm. The Captain had given up all pretence and was repeatedly yelling for me to breed and poz him, and I knew he was serious. I hadn’t seen this coming, particularly when he writhed and fought so hard against the first fuck he’d taken from the biker, but something in him had finally snapped. He must have been so repressed, but now that he was impaled on a poz cock he was letting his true self out at last. It made me fucking hot as hell, and I was soon blasting a poz load into his welcoming hole. He almost panted in desperation for the few seconds he was empty after I pulled out, but he got satisfaction when Marcus slammed in and began to pound, soon adding a second toxic load. There was no need to keep the guy secured anymore, so I opened the door and went off to search the other rooms for a second fuckbench. When I found one I dragged it down to the bigger playroom, positioning it next to where the younger soldier was continuing to be skewered by the bikers, his body coated with sweat as he slammed himself back into the cock inside him. I then went back to the smaller room, and Marcus and I got the Captain out of the cuffs and helped him stand up. I led him back next door, and he almost dived into position on the second bench. We then watched as the bikers and other men present swarmed, soon having both military guys in fast-paced spitroasts. Me and Marcus stepped up occasionally to add another load into the Captain’s hole, and allowed the gorgeous younger soldier to clean up our cocks after. Then, as numbers began to dwindle, I crouched down next to the Captain as a big burly biker was pounding him hard. “How about we take you two back to our hotel room so we can carry this on in a bit more comfort?” I whispered into his ear, causing him to eagerly nod as his face strained from the size of the cock inside him. The bikers using the two men finished off inside of them, and then we pulled the dripping soldiers up. Marcus and I introduced ourself to the younger man, Arjun, and explained we were taking them back to the Premier Inn. I just told him straight off the bat that we were both poz, but he said he didn’t care and that he wanted to take our loads too. I wasn’t sure he knew what he was saying given how fucked-out he was, but we went with it anyway. We all got re-dressed, and then out on the street Marcus and I lit up cigarettes. Both of them looked at us hungrily so we offered them one each as well, and then the four of us slowly staggered back to the hotel as we smoked. Up in the room we all stripped naked, and after checking again with Arjun that he was OK with it, we got them on all fours next to each other and slid into them, with me in the Captain and Marcus in the younger guy. For the rest of the night we woke every couple of hours and fucked again, adding more and more poz loads into their gaping, cum-filled holes. Marcus somehow slept through their departure, whilst I lay there and just watched as the two of them took it in turns for quick showers in our bathroom before they re-dressed and slipped out. Both wrote down their mobile numbers on a slip of paper that they left on the table, and then they were gone. I summoned up enough energy to text Evan to just ring us when he was nearby, and that he would be having to put in the work as we were both knackered. His call later on woke both of us out of sleep, and after he lost at a game of rock, paper, scissors, Marcus went to fetch the soldier. We somehow managed to get hard again, but neither of us was up for much so just lay on our backs while Evan bounced his eager poz-craving arse on us in turn. When we had finally bred him with his load each for that day, he too had a quick shower and then was gone, finally allowing us to go back to sleep after a riotous 24 hours. Maybe we’d be up for more later, maybe we’d take a break from hunting for military men, but at that moment all we could do was sleep.

I haven’t topped in a bit. Got on sniffies and I wanna say about 2 weeks ago I went to one of the more dl spots and this dude was chilling and we ended up on a trail with him bent over and me giving him my load. Was my first time cruising and breeding a dude anonymously and I’m probably gonna go back this weekend for more.

I cannot and will not allow a dick near my ass that isn’t there to breed me. I have no desire to be fucked by a condom covered cock. If you wanna “play with me” and it’s not your cock in there, it better be a toy or a fist or a fuck machine! All without condoms. Condoms are for men who don’t want to get a girl pregnant. In the days of PrEP, what’s the use? You can still get other STDs from condom covered sex!

No, you are not alone. I'm 100% a faggot bottom and love playing with other fag bottoms as bottoms not as one of us topping. Regret that so many see sex as zero-sum game. I've learned a lot from and gotten piggier because of my play sessions with other fags. Love two loaded fags getting together to share breeding experiences and stories, eating each other's cummy holes! OINK

If you identify as a faggot, especially if you are a bottom who is generally submissive to more masculine Alpha types, do you ever have sex with other faggot bottoms? I generally service masculine Alphas, but I really enjoy nasty sex with other self-identified faggots who love acknowledging that they're a faggot, and love getting naked and nasty with other faggots. Sniffing and licking each other’s balls and asshole, licking, kissing and sucking each other’s cock, and eating each other’s cum. Revelling in what perverted, dirty, nasty faggots we are. But it feels like I might be uncommon in that regard. Most bottoms I interact with seem to only want dominant, masculine Men who use, degrade and fuck them (all good things!) but have virtually no interest in sex with other faggots. Just because they'll take every opportunity to suck cock, eat ass, and taste cum. And urine, if they're so inclined. Am I alone?

Bareback is the most natural way for humans to have sex. It is what we have always done for millennia. Lots of sexual things get fetishized, but that doesn't make the them a fetish, it is that fetishist's individual action that makes it a fetish for themselves.. For the rest of us it is just natural human sex.

If you've requested account deletion after August 8th, please re-request - I hit the wrong button and accidentally deleted your requests. (Sorry).

Two things: When THEY recognize you as a cumdump, it is an acknowledgement that you are on another level than your average bottom. When YOU recognize it, it means you've accepted your tastes/skills/hunger are on another level.

If I can confirm that the bottom has actually taken a few loads I'll breed his hole. This is after I taste some of that cum from his hole. This is why I prefer going to cruise spots & adult bookstores. I can see him take a load or two.

This bareback sissy cumdump will be staying at the trades hotel in Blackpool on Wednesday 20th August. Looking for guys to visit and fill me with cum.

For me it was when one wasn't enough, and I stopped chosing the top. I started being ass up/out for free use. No talking, no back and forth needed, just slide in and breed. The more that lined up the better for me. Also stopped swallowing and wanting it all in my ass

For me, it's a few things: Once his hands are on you, your decision making ability is gone You care only about pleasing cock You do not own your ass. My bf whores me out I always make myself ready to recieve Take any cock, any time Sorry of on topic: My bar bathroom fantasy finally happened. It took a while because my bf had to negotiate with the owner. He didn't want to get shut down. So I had to fuck him first, alone. He ended up cumming twice. Then, after the bar closed, seven older guys that Ive never met, fucked me all over the bathroom. Never felt so cheap. Overall a wonderful experience but it kind of fucked with my head, honestly.

I realized I crossed over into “cumdump” territory when one cock and load didn’t satisfy my hunger…when all I could think about was the next cock and load, however I get it, cruising the apps and taking any cock without question..homeless cock, farm worker immigrant cock, visiting surfer, student, senior…they’re all welcome to breed me.

I think we struggle the most when we don’t really accept and love it. It’s different from acknowledging that it’s there and giving into it if you still carry shame. It’s something to work on continuously - in my case it’s a work in progress but really beautiful things and friendships have been found by leaning into it with no shame. Which then makes focusing my energy on other things in life also easier if it makes sense. 💖

I love your attitude about your purpose as a bottom. I appreciate bottoms that recognize they are their so that tops can get off in a hole. No worries about relationship bullshit - just pump, dump and leave. Thanks for your dedication.

Thx all for the good responses here in the topic and private. Some guys liked the more extreme parts and asked about Leroy. As a good writer, I need to hear the call of the readers. So I wrote a little side part. I do hope you guys like it. I can imagine it is not for everyone, though . I'll try to start on the next part, which will continue with the story of Jake again. If anyone has suggestions or likes to see something in a story, don't hesitate to write me. I'll see if I can work something out. This time I don't have any AI photos added to the story. It just did not work out to get the scene settings in it. Part 18 some light is shining through the curtains on my face. My eyes are still tired. But slowly, I start to wake up. My body feels a bit wrecked; my ass hurts, feels sticky, and it's itching. I'm leaking cum out of my hole. Fuck…. That was a night, I think to myself. How late is it? I look at the clock. It is still around 8:30. Slowly, I get out of my bed. As soon as I start to sit, I feel more cum leaking out of my hole. Shit... That was not the plan. Fast, I stand up and check the bed. Red, cummy fluids have made a spot on the bed, just where my ass was. There is no hiding that, I guess? What would the helpers think if they cleaned my room? It's not like they don't know what this is... I look at the camera in my room. If they wanted, they could have seen my whole night: fucking with the daddies, maybe in the middle of the night the scene at the swimming pool with Kayode? Damn…. I really did not think of all this…. But hell... does it matter??? It's too late now, and everyone is fucking over here. So if they want to watch... well... it's not in my hands, I guess. I walk to the bathroom to take a shower and clean my ass, washing away the dried and leaked cum. Trying to get my ass and body all cleaned up for what this day will bring again. Get some clothes on, do my hair and get myself ready. AsI walk to the door, I look at the panel again. I almost forgot. The panel still shows the matches from last night. The daddies that I hooked up with the rooms. It is clearly visible that I had the daddy and his boyfriend, Felix. So, if Leroy is awake by now, he must have seen. Damn. Was this the right thing to do last night? I am really glad I had both of them. It was a fucking hot, painful, and sexy experience. But... did I make the right decision to get a payback at Leroy? I thought it was yesterday, but now my anger has settled, I wonder. I really hope he isn't that mad about it. I guess I should go to his door and maybe apologize? I get my shoes on and walk to the door of my room. Slowly, I open it. There is another guy just opening the door and walking into the hallway; I clearly hear his footsteps walking away, exiting the building. I'll leave my door just opened, but I don't walk in. It is one of the other bottoms. I really don't want to watch him in the eyes now. If he had a bad hookup, I matched them up. So... I wait a second until the guy is gone. When the hallway is clear, I slowly walk out of my door and shut it behind me. I guess I should go to Leroy's door and knock. I should tell him I'm sorry. We should talk... Just when I walk up to his door, it opens up. I jump; I'm really startled because I did not expect this at all. Just when I want to say something, I see it is not Leroy at all. No, it is the HIV positive daddy who took the cruel condom. My eyes widen and my mouth opens up. The daddy laughs at me and shuts the door behind him. "Thanks, boy," he says to me. "This was a really good fucking night with that boy. I loved his ass, his eagerness, and damn, he could yell," he smirks at me. "I really had fun; I stayed longer than I thought. I spent the whole night with him." Uhhh... ohhh... ummm... I stumble... "How is he? Should I go inside and help him?" The daddy laughs, "He is okay as far as he can be." He smirks again. "Let him be; he is just in the shower." The daddy walks off, leaving me standing there, shocked, in the hallway. Did he stay all night? Leroy's hole... it must be torn apart... he must bleed like hell... his ass, his body, all of it; it must hurt like hell with this daddy. And his ass... filled up with HIV viral loads? Will Leroy hate me? Will I hate myself for this? Slowly, really slowly, my feet start to move, and I walk out of the hallway. Heading to breakfast, but I'm all in my mind. Damn. I hope this does not mean the end of Leroy's holiday? He must be really hurt. I stride along the swimming pool. In the back, I can see Kayode still chained up. He is lying on his back now, chained to the same table as at night. They must have let him take another position. His chest looks bruised; I guess that is the result of getting fucked, bent over on the table all night. There is a guy between his legs, having his legs on his shoulders and thrusting his cock into his hole. Cum is dripping down with every thrust. Kayode is leaking. When I come closer, I recognize the guy. I have seen him before... I know him... Oh, I remember. It is the guy from the roulette game, the slim younger guy. He was wearing the shirt with number 4 on it. He is now wearing a tank top, and he does look sexy in it, though the shirt is still falling loosely around his chest. In Kayode's face, I can see some pain, but he does not make any sound. I remember the guy had a huge cock when he fucked me. I guess that's what Kayode is feeling: an enormous filling up. But his hole... he is so used; I don't think he has any feeling left in it. It is so bruised by now. The guy sees me and nods to me. I nod back, but I keep a steady walk. Kayode does not see me, I guess, or he pretends he's not. I am sorry for him. I'm walking for breakfast, and he is getting fucked by yet another cock. No one is leaving his ass alone. Once I'm there, I take a plate, get some fruit, bread, etc., take a coffee, and pick a table. I'm still alone, so I grab a table for two. Slowly I start to eat, watching all the guys around me. Who walks funny? Who is leaking, and who shot his load last night? It is actually a funny game in my mind. I can definitely see some guys walking weird, so it leaves no questions. I just have to pay some attention to it. Some are even flirting, and sometimes I can see a hand grabbing an ass or crotch. While I'm checking all the guys and eating, I'm not really paying attention to the entry door. After a while, I suddenly hear someone saying , "Morning, Jake," a voice calls out, sounding a little hoarse. "Sleep well?" It's Leroy... "Leroy, morning," I stammer, pushing a chair out slightly with my feet. "You, uh, you want to sit here?" "Thanks, Jake," he murmurs, his eyes locking onto me. "Last night was..." He trails off, his cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "It was intense." I swallow hard, my eyes flickering with uncertainty. I can't help but feel a twinge of remorse for my part in Leroy's punishment, but the sight of Leroy's bruised and used body sends a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, I-I can see that," I stammer , pushing my plate aside. "How are you holding up Leroy? Did you watch the panel in your room this morning, showing all the matches?" Leroy's smile widens, his teeth gleaming in the soft light of the hotel's dining area. He carefully lowers himself onto the chair, wincing as his abused body protests. "Better than ever, Jake," he says, his voice filled with a strange, masochistic glee. "Thanks for the... arrangement. I never knew I needed that kind of... discipline." His eyes drift down to my plate, and he licks his lips. "Mind if I grab a bite?" "Yeah, of course," I say to him, sliding my plate over. "But I- I am really sorry for what I did. I mean, I matched you... I was angry, but I should not have done this. I'm so sorry..." Leroy's smile turns gentle, and he reaches over to take my hand reassuringly. "Don't be, Jake," he says, his voice soft. "You gave me exactly what I needed. I've been craving the real deal for a while now. And... I can't say I didn't enjoy it." He looks down at the food, his stomach rumbling, but it looks like his thoughts are still swirling with the memories of the night before. "I-I don't get it," I stammer. "I mean, why aren't you mad at me, Leroy? I know you liked your first daddy, and I kind of... took him away from you." Leroy's eyes meet mine, and he leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper . "Mad?" He laughs softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Jake, you gave me the best gift I could've asked for. You didn't just give me any daddy. You gave me a taste of the life I truly crave." He pauses, his gaze intense. "And I want more." "I'd love to tell you all about it." I have to blush, my heart racing. I'm torn between guilt and intrigue. I can't believe Leroy isn't mad. He's practically glowing with satisfaction. "Okay, Leroy," I say, my voice quivering. "If you want to, I mean, I'm all ears." ------------ The story of leroys daddy night I am in my room, hands bound to the bed. My legs bound with ropes to the bed, next to my head, so my ass is sticking a bit to the air and is open for whatever is coming. Jake and the help are leaving my hotel room, while Daddy stays behind. His cock hanging out of his jock, wearing an iron cruel condom . He is smiling. Daddy smirks. Well, my boy, before we get down to business, I want you to know that I've been around the block a few times. I've seen it all, done it all. And let me tell you, nothing gets my blood pumping quite like the feel of a fresh, tight hole to claim. Ah, I see you've noticed the number on my jock, he tells me. That little number, 421, represents a legacy, a story of pleasure and power, of life and... well, let's just say it's a reminder of the connections I've made along the way. Each one of those numbers is a boy like you, eager for a taste of what a real man has to offer, the daddy smiles at me with an eager voice. My eyes widen as I stare at the number, my heart racing. I try to pull against the restraints, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins. What... what does that mean? I ask a bit in fear. Daddy walks closer to the bed, where I am bound up, his hand still resting on the number 421, stroking it almost lovingly. His voice sounds soft, a mix with soft, eager, and dirty intentions; it means, sweetheart, that I have a very special gift to share with you. Each of those numbers represents a boy who's been blessed with a piece of me, forever changed by the power of my seed. And tonight, you're going to be number 422. I wait and don't say a word, my breath shallow as I try to process Daddy's words. The desire to be claimed by this dominant man, the desire to get pozzed wars with the fear of the whole process . Can... can you really be the one to make me like you? The one that marks me... to give me your... gift... the one that's poz me up? Daddy circles the bed, his gaze never leaving my naked body. He leans in closer, his breath hot on my neck. Oh, I can and I will, he says with a whispering voice. I've got what it takes, and you're just begging for it, aren't you? That sweet, submissive hole of yours is just begging to be filled with my seed. With a whimper, I nod, my body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. I whisper, "Yes, Daddy. Take me. Make me... make me number 422." Daddy approaches me, bounded on the bed, with a predatory grin . His cock pulled out of his jockstrap, standing hard, covered with the iron cruel condom, gleaming in the light. He gently runs his fingers over my soft, exposed skin and ass, feeling my tension and vulnerability beneath him. "You're going to take it like a good boy, aren't you?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive growl. My eyes are wide with a mix of terror and desire, my breathing shallow. Daddy aligns the cruel condom with my tight hole, the metal top of his cruel condom digging slightly into my skin, a precursor to the pain to come. With a swift, powerful thrust, he starts to penetrate me, the sound of tearing flesh echoing through the room. My world narrows to the searing pain that shoots through my body. I scream out in agony, my body arching. Trying to pull my feet and ass away, but held in place by the restraints as Daddy's thick, iron, cruel condom-covered cock stretches and rips my ass apart. I feel the condom's iron spikes dig into my insides, ripping and tearing my insides. I can't hold back a guttural cry. Nooo…. Fuckkkkkk. It hurts…… my hole!!!!!! Fuck!!!!! Dammmm!!!!!! Shit!!!!!! auch!!!!!! My hole….my hole….. please!!!!!! Automatically, my muscles clench to resist his penetration ; my hole and insides clench together, wrapping around Daddy's cock covered up with the cruel condom. But this only intensifies the pain within me, sending waves of agony through my body. My eyes water, and I bite my lip, tasting the metallic tang of my own blood. The pain is so overwhelming, but so is the dark thrill of submission to this powerful, dangerous man. Daddy's eyes light up with sadistic pleasure, watching my ass bleed around the edges of the cruel condom as he begins to pound into me with a relentless rhythm. I can feel the iron condom doing its work, the sharp edges slicing through my hole, and the warm feeling of blood running in my hole from the tears Daddy is making. Daddy's grin widens with my agonized screaming , his eyes dark with lust. He watches my face twist in pain; he likes the way my body fights against his pounding , my hole tight around his cock. He leans over, his voice a harsh whisper in my ear, "You wanted this, baby. You wanted to feel the power of a real man. And now you're going to take every inch of me, no matter how much it hurts." He starts to thrust harder, the iron cruel condom tearing deep into my tender flesh. The scent of blood and sweat fills the air, mingling with the musky smell of desire. The room becomes a cacophony of Daddy's grunts and my desperate whimpers. My head is slamming against the headboard of the bed in time with our feral rhythm, the mattress groaning beneath us. "Fuckkk...!!!!...." My scream is raw and primal, ripped from the depths of my soul as Daddy's iron-covered cock stretches and shreds my insides. My body jolts with each brutal thrust, the pain searing through me like molten lava. Tears stream down my face , sweat mixing with blood that leaks from my torn, gaping hole. My eyes are squeezed tight, as if by doing so I could somehow escape the relentless assault. Yet, amidst the agony, there's a twisted, masochistic pleasure that makes my toes curl and my cock throb. I feel so utterly violated, so completely used, and it's a feeling I never knew I craved until this very moment. My hole is like a murder place, pulsing and leaking blood, but Daddy shows no sign of stopping. If anything, my cries seem to fuel his fervor. "That's it, baby," Daddy grunts, his voice a mix of satisfaction and encouragement as he sees the blood seep around his cock, painting the sheets beneath us red. "You're taking it so well. "You're going to be number 422, aren't you?" His grip on my hips tightens, his nails digging in as he pushes deeper, the spikes on the condom tearing through muscle and tissue with a sickening sound that makes my stomach clench in horror and arousal. The room is a symphony of pained cries and the slap of flesh meeting flesh, a rhythm that seems to go on forever The pain reaches a peak, my entire body tenses as I feel something warm and wet spreading around Daddy's cock and filling up my hole. My hole feels like it's on fire, and I gasp for air, my chest heaving. "A-Aaagh... Daddy, it... it hurts so much," I whisper , my voice barely audible over the pounding in his ears. I feel the iron condom burning inside of me, the metal spikes tearing my insides. A warm feeling is filling up my hole - the feeling of my blood. Almost a relief, it lubes me up so the pounding gets easier . A slapping wet sound fills the room. With a triumphant growl, Daddy pulls his cock out of my hole. The iron , cruel condom tightens around Daddy's cock. coated in a gruesome mix of my blood and ass fluids. a terrified, bloody view of something that is buried deep inside me. Daddy rips it off with a savage jerk, the metal cruel condom ripping off his cock with a sliding wet sound that makes my eyes roll back in my head. Daddy tosses the bloodied condom aside onto my body, his eyes never leaving my pain-filled gaze. You're almost there, baby, he purrs, his voice thick with lust. Now, it's time for the real fun. He aligns his bare, throbbing cock with the ravaged, gaping hole before him. His cockhead already slick with blood and precum, leaking from my hole. With a brutal, unyielding force, he drives himself back in, filling me completely. Fuckkkk…… i yell, wile i feel daddys bare cock filling my bloody wet hole. my feet pulling against the ropes to break free You are going to love this, Daddy murmurs, his voice thick with excitement. He grabs my face with one hand, forcing our eyes to meet. Feel me, baby. Feel the power of a real man's cock in you , he growls. Daddy starts to thrust hard and deep, his movements now more deliberate and controlled. The fluids from my hole mixed with blood, on his hand as he held my face, his thumb caressing my cheek leaving a crimson streak. Each stroke of Daddy's cock sends waves of agonizing pleasure through my body, and despite the pain, I can't help but moan. The sensation of Daddy's bare cock inside me is almost too much to handle. The pain has become a white-hot blaze that consumes every thought, but somehow, it's a pain that feels right My eyes lock onto Daddy's, the fear and desire reflected in them, like a mirror showing my own tumultuous emotions. The warmth of Daddy's hand contrasts with the coldness of my own fear and desire, but it's a comfort in the storm of agony. . My body moves with Daddy's, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge of unbearable pleasure. I can feel the warmth of Daddy's cum building, the pressure inside of me, and I know what's coming. My eyes glaze over his black smartwatch to see if it will show his status. His cock, wet and rubbing inside me. He is groaning . Pre- cum is leaking from his bare cock, deep into my teared-up and bloody hole. His love and DNA flowing inside of me, coating my insides. My eyes hold their gaze on his watch when it starts to light up red. Within it, it shows the text... Full-blown toxic poz. I moan out loud as soon as I see this... Fuck yeah!!! Encouraging the daddy to fuck me even harder and deeper. Fuck me, fuck me, I whisper softly, almost in a begging way. I finally have a real poz top between my legs, using my hole as his fuck toy. And I definitely don't want to disappoint him. I keep my gaze on his watch, which switches automatically to the next text on the red screen. His smartwatch shows he has nearly 800,000 copies per milliliter of blood... I moan out loud in fear and lust. I have a full-blown toxic cock buried deep in my ravaged hole, leaking his toxic seed, finding a way into my torn-up hole to my bloodstream. Fuckkkk . Will this daddy be the one? My moans grow louder, my body trembling with the anticipation of being fully claimed by this toxic, dominant man. Daddy's eyes bore into mine, his pupils dilated with lust. Daddy and I can feel his orgasm approaching, his cock swelling inside of me. Daddy's groaning , his need to claim his newest conquest growing more urgent with each passing second. His hand tightens around my face as he whispers, "You're about to become number 422, baby boy. Are you ready to take my gift?" I feel his cock swell in me, the veins bulging and pulsing with the force of his climax. My cries of pain and pleasure spur him on, his hips driving into me without mercy. The head of his cock brushes against my prostate, sending jolts of electricity through both our bodies. Daddy's breath comes in ragged gasps, and he can feel his load boiling over, eager to be unleashed into my torn and bloodied ass. "Here it comes," he groans, his voice thick with satisfaction, "You're going to get everything I've got." Oh... oh fuck, Daddy," I gasp , my eyes glazed over with a mix of agony and ecstasy. "Give it to me... all of it," I beg, my voice hoarse from screaming. My body arches off the bed, the ropes digging into my skin as Daddy's bare cock plunges deep into my ravaged hole. The pain is unbearable, but I want more. I need Daddy to fill me, to mark me as one of his own, to make me one of the lucky 422. My thoughts are a jumble of fear and desire as I feel Daddy's toxic cock deep in me, holding it deep in me, filling me. Pre- cum coats my insides with a mix of blood and cum. "I... I want it," I whimper , my voice barely a whisper. "Make me... make me yours." You are mine, baby, Daddy growls, his teeth clenched with the effort of holding back. But my desperate pleas push him over the edge. With a roar that shakes the very foundations of the hotel room, Daddy releases his toxic seed into my ravaged ass. His cum is hot and thick, pumping deep into my hole with each powerful thrust . His hips buck and jerk, his cock pulsing as he starts to empty himself completely into me , filling my torn, bloody hole with his potent, infectious load. My body shudders with each spurt, my muscles tightening around Daddy's shaft as I take the gift that is being bestowed upon me. Daddy's cock convulses within me ; I feel the heat of Daddy's climax spread through my own body. The pain has reached another peak, but so has the pleasure. My prostate is bombarded with each pulse of Daddy's cum, the intensity sending shockwaves through my entire being , causing my own cock to erupt and spurt ropes of cum that arc over my stomach and chest, a visual symphony of ecstasy painted on my own body. With a final shuddering thrust , Daddy pulls out, leaving my gaping hole to spurt a mix of cum and blood. He looks down at my body, covered with my own cum. clearly a sense of pride swelling with daddy, a smile on his face. Daddy wipes his cock clean on the sheets, leaving a red bloody smear behind. "Look at what you've become," he murmurs, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. "Number 422. My little trophy." He leans in and kisses me, his tongue touching my lips, tasting the salty sweetness of fear and lust. My body trembles uncontrollably as the aftershocks of my intense orgasm subside. I can feel the sticky warmth of Daddy's cum inside me, mingling with my own DNA . My eyes flutter open, and I look up at Daddy with a mix of awe and terror. "Did... did you do it?" I whisper , my voice shaking. "Oh, I did it all right," Daddy says with a smug chuckle, a wicked glint in his eye. "You're mine now, boy. Part of my poz club. My DNA is deep in you and will change you." He laughs and watches the camera on the ceiling . I hope they made some good tapes of this... with that, he turns back to me, ramming his fingers deep into my hole. A feeling of pain and tearing fills my hole again. I can feel his fingers and nails tearing and scratching my insides on purpose . A moan leaves my mouth while I'm still bound on the bed. but let's be sure... that it takes... he whispers to me... I'll fuck and breed you all night, boy... I nod to him. Yes, daddy. I'm yours to use and to infect. Give me every load you can... ------------ Well Jake..... And daddy did. He fucked me the whole night, every time he could do it again. he fucked me while my legs were bound some more times. he eventually freed me , but I bent over for him all night willingly. I rode his cock, he fucked me in the bathroom, on the floor, against the wall, you name it. I even put his cruel condom on his cock again, and rode him. it was one hot bloody cummy sticky mess. so... well . I'm not sure... but the chance is pretty big ; his DNA is now swimming in my veins , turning me... and if not... my hole is so torn up, with every load I'm still going to take this holiday, the chances are really big. thank you jake.... with the match you gave me, you have probably sealed my destiny, and given me what I chased. I can't thank you enough . with that, he changed his seating position again, because of his hurting hole. and I ... I can just listen while my cock just got rock hard, sitting here with Leroy at breakfast.

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U=U you wanna say some to them fine, if not fine, you’re not risking anything. if you’re not on meds and fucking your woman who can get pregnant and not saying anything, you’re a piece of shit. not cool to potentially bring a newborn into the world with HIV. I fully understand this is a fetish site, but bring anything kid related into it, is IMO vile. I know poz guys who have had kids because they treated. knowingly violating people who can have children is fully wrong.

Part 8 I watched as Mr. Jackson tied off Elijah's arm and put the needle in his vein, pushing the plunger. I knew the burning rush my brother experienced as he started to cough violently, phlegm spewing from his open mouth. The next man didn't hesitate and rammed his big, black cock right into my brothers cunt. Elijah didn't scream as loud this time, and was soon grunting and moaning at the thrusts. "Good boy," Mr. Jackson praised Elijah. "It might not take as long to train you as I thought. Straight boys usually are harder to break, but not impossible. Not like your faggot brother." Elijah just shook his head no frantically, trying to deny the dark desires building in his soul. The man fucking him buried his cock balls deep as he filled my brothers cunt with another load of cum. The other Two men took their turns on my brother as I sat and watched the entire ordeal. My own cock was hard the whole time I watched my brothers rape. This was not lost on Mr. Jackson. He guided me to my brothers head and pushed my cock into his mouth. "Fuck his mouth Jacob!" He ordered me. I just grabbed my brothers hair like the other man had done, and rammed my hard cock into my brothers throat. Elijah wined out his protest, but could do nothing to stop me. I jammed my dick in and out of his mouth. "That's it Jacob, feed your brother your little dick. Make him learn that his new life as a whore is to take any cock he's told to. Even his brothers! Feed him your cum boy. Make him swallow your incestuous seed!" Mr. Jackson's words brought me over the edge and I pumped my cum down Elijah's throat while tears of shame ran down his cheeks. After the men had all seeded my brothers new cunt, Mr. Jackson grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into my brothers red, swollen, dripping hole. "Eat that hole faggot!" He demanded. "Suck all that juice out of him." I felt slightly naseaus and I looked at the brown slime streaked with red that oozed from my brother, but had no choice. Mr. Jackson held my face tight against his hole, and I obediently licked and sucked as best I could, cleaning my brothers ass. When he felt it was sufficient, he pulled me away and tossed me on the floor. "Well gentlemen," said Mr. Jackson, time to take our new whore to the bath house. The sling awaits." A little over two hours later, we were back in the city in a little room in the baths. Mr. Jackson had Elijah on the bed, his arms and ankles tied over his head so his ass was sticking up and exposed. "I'm not wasting any time with this one," Mr. Jackson told one of the men that had come with us. "We're going to break him tonight! He's gonna get so fucked up and fucked, his new pussy will never be the same. But that's what his new owner wants, and I'm happy to oblige!" Elijah looked up with fear as Mr. Jackson took a bottle with an eyedropper and forced it between his lips, squirting some liquid into his mouth. Then he took a syringe that had no needle and inserted it into Elijah's ass. "A little G, and a little K to start the night off!" He chuckled. I just watched my brother as his eyes unfocused and his body dropped. "We'll just let that settle in before he gets his shot. And it's going to be a huge one. He's going to be tweaked out of his mind!" Mr. Jackson friend just played with Elijah's hole, sliding two, then three fingers in and out. Elijah just lay there like he was in a coma. "Pussy's getting nice and loose!" said the man. "He should be ready soon." Mr. Jackson just grabbed my arm and tied it off. "Can't forget about you slut. Your brother may be the main attraction tonight, but you'll still get plenty of action." The now familiar prick and rush told my cunt He was right. Elijah moved and moaned slightly as his ass was fingered. "Ok, it's time." said Mr. Jackson as he tied off his arm and stuck the needle in. "How much you giving him?" the man asked. ".8" Mr Jackson grinned. "That should send him too the moon." He released the band and my brother convulsed as he violently coughed. Mr. Jackson barely waited for him to stop before he was dragging Elijah down the hallway toward his doom. The man and I followed and I watched, slightly jealous as my brother was put into the sling and buckled down. He had barely been put in there when the first guy approached. He was an old guy, skinny, but had a pot belly. He just grabbed my brothers thighs and started fucking him. Elijah moaned like a whore. Mr. Jackson smiled at this. "He will make his new owner very happy." The rest of the night was a blur. I watched man after man fuck my brother, every one shooting his cum deep into the willing hole. Mr. Jackson kept me by his side to clean off the cocks after they pulled out. Plenty of men fucked me as well, but my brother got the most of it. And the more he got, the more he moaned and begged for it. As the night went on, men started to put their fists in him, sticking their arms deep up inside. Elijah just continued to moan and pant like a whore. Someone even took a baseball bat and rammed it into his flaming red gash. When they pulled it out, my brothers asshole was big and red and puffy. "That's a rosebud," Mr. Jackson explained to me. "That's the inside of his asshole sticking out. The mark of a true whore!" Eventually the night wound down, and Elijah was let out of the sling. We had to help carry his exhausted body back to our little room where he collapsed on the bed. We all rested there for a while before heading out into the bright morning sun.

So I got a gum swab test that arrived yesterday 8/14, and it says it's not accurate untill 90 days after exposure. It's only been 37. There were two tests so I did one and it was negative, but as I said , it says don't use until 90 days! lol, I couldn't not take it!

Being a faggot is more of a kink fantasy that I partake sometimes rather than something that I am 100% of the time. Athough, for me to top another guy I prefer them to be the twink femboyish type, wearing something slutty and stuff more or less (I'm kinda of this femboyish twink type myself too actually). I'm afraid that guys with bodyhair and fully naked doesn't do much for me.

You make great points as usual @ellentonboy. I suppose I was looking at it from more of a housekeeping perspective -- like if you went from Neg to Poz versus the finer points between. Hadn't considered that bit. And for those who think I don't admit when I'm wrong...here I am humbled. 😀

Once a bottom realizes that Hard Raw Cock is the most important thing in his life, he's on his way (if not already there) to being completely happy in fulfilling his lusts. He only cares about the Cock, the Load - the source becomes less and less important to him. Hard Raw Cock is on his mind constantly, and he'll compromise on all kinds of responsibilities in order to get his next load. Clearly, a true "cumdump" need a "sponsor" - a "daddy" - a man who not only completely endorses his craving, but facilitates them as well. A man who understands how deep his needs are. The behavior is addicting - in that until he's taken his first load of the day, he's incomplete - he's only partially able to deal with his day - it's a state of mind that simply cannot be compromised by lesser considerations of is daily life. This is why he needs to serve a man he defines as his Primary Cock - who enables other facets of his life as well as his dedication to his calling - which can be as exciting to the Enabler as it is to the cumdump. Whatever "name" one gives the relationship; Lovers, boyfriends, Dad/son, Master/slave, matters little - it's the mutual dedication to fulfilling each man's calling that is so completely thrilling and rewarding. Addiction to sperm isn't a physical thing, it's an emotional thing that deserves to be upheld by every man.

Yesterday went to the only adult store here to get a few small brown bottles. Saw an old tall guy looking at some bondage stuff. I walked over and made it look like I was looking at that stuff also. He looked at me and said you use these things? I said if a top wants to I enjoy it a lot. He looked at me and smiled and said I have a lot of these things at home. I smiled and said you must be fun. He asked you have some time? Then said i live very close by want to see it? I said i do and yes. He looked around and grabbed my ass fast. Then said lets go follow me. We walked out and he got into his BMW as I was thinking $. Lol Following him i was getting hot and we pulled into a gated community as he waved me to follow. We got to a big house and pointed to me to park next to his. There was another car there. He opened the garage door and let me in. Closed the garage door and told me to strip. So I did as he watched. He grabbed my close and told me to walk the the door. So I followed his instructions and walked into the house. Very nice house felt weird I was only one naked .He said continue down the hallway as he was behind me. i walked into the tv room and a heavy guy was sitting on a couch watching TV. He looked over and said what the hell is this. The guy I met at the store said I picked something up at the store. They laughed. Then the second guy said Mark show him the room. Lol well now I know the guy in the store's name. Mark grabbed my arm and said come here as we walked through the house to a room in the back. I walked in turned on the red lights and holy shit what a room! A cross, sling, table and a bed. The walls had either tvs or mirrors. I looked around and said wow I love it. He smiled and said lay on the bench. I said I wasn't ready for anything I need to clean. He said don't care get on the bench as he pushed me on it. So I was bent over on the bench he strapped my leggs and arms on it. Then put a collar and a chain on me. Finished with a strap around my waist to the table tight. He said ill be back turned the tvs on and had some porn playing as he rubbed my ass and thighs. I asked for my bottles from my pants he said we have things for you. I laid there for at least 20 minutes then heard walking sounds. Then I herad them walk in and I heard them say what a nice sight. I couldn't see them i was faced in the opposite direction. I felt hands on me and heard yummy. Then one put a blindfold me tightly as he pulled something on it. Heard noises as I felt someone between my leggs spreading my cheeks. I heard one of them say look at that hole. Both said yummy loud. One of them dove his face in my hole and licked and shoved his tongue deep. The other walked around pulled the chain hard to lift my head. Then felt a cock at my mouth so I opened up. He shoved his cock deep till I gagged. Then face fucked me while I was getting rimmed. Then they stepped up the pace as I felt something hard at my hole. Pushed in the well lubed thing in push and pulled as it felt great. The cock was big and long I couldn't take it all. I just sucked hard. My ass was getting some use with different toys then all of a sudden the last toy was a plug as it was slowly pushed in till it popped in. It was pulled a little then pushed in deep. They switched with me to suck and this cock was thinner but rock hard with precum. Got slapped a couple times and he put his hands around my neck tightly as he face fucked for a little. Both guys had some sort of leather on i could smell it. He pulled out and both unstraped me. Pulled me up walked me over turned me around and said get on this. I felt the sling behind me as I got lifted and pushed in. Immediately I was getting strapped in tightly. I felt something at my face and was told to breathe it in deep. As I got a rush the plug was pulled out slowly. I just cummed hard as it was pulled out. Botl licked my belly and cock clean as it happened. The felt a swipe on my hole as a cock entered. Wow he said he's ready. He pounded hard and fast for some time. Every pump he growled and pushed deep. He just kept pounding till he moaned then stopped as he pulled out. The other guy came over fast and felt his cock slide in fast. He pumped steady and easy for some time. Then he made a noise and pulled out. They put the plug back in as one told me save the lube. They left as I just layed there for sometime trying to recover listening to the porn playing. Had to be at least 30 minutes and I heard someone coming in. Felt him rubbing my leggs and thighs then playing with the plug. I was getting hard still not seeing and feeling my body being touched. Then I felt my cock get pulled hard as my balls were squeezed so hard I jumped. Heard a chuckle as they were squeezed hard again. Then the plug was pulled out as fingers were going in and stroking my hole. Had at least 4 fingers so deep he was playing around and hit my prostate as I jumped and cummed. He pulled his fingers out as his cock entered. I thought to myself this has to be a 3rd guy it felt different. He slid in and started slow to a fast pace for a long long time. He moaned and laid on me with his cock pulsing in me. He pulled out and left. I laid there for a while then heard a guy say thanks for your hole. I got unstraped and helped off. He handed me my clothes and said follow me. We walked into the garage and said get dressed as I did he opened the garage door as I left. He said I put my number in you pocket so we can do this again. I said definitely.

You have perfectly described a pure faggot to a T. You revel in the touch, smells, essence of being with a man. You'll go ass to ass with a fellow pig just so you can mutually celebrate your lustful nature with another. You know submitting to an Alpha is awesome, but you also know play gets really nasty when 2 subs need to give of themselves. In a bate session with other men, eventually one of you can't help but to bring things to the next level. Someone will huff those poppers and can't help but to lift those legs up showing how desperate they are for penetration. You'll watch him finger himself as his eyes roll back, touch his nipples as he speaks of his lust for cum. What he's really saying is I will do anything to feel degraded infront of others so that weird itch can be scratched. He needs it to bring balance to his life more than the others and that's the pig who is really fun to play with. For them it's not about the sex, it's about the lust. Feeding that hunger and being fed by a like minded pervert brings a cacophony of perversion and that's what brings peace to a true faggots mind. Ps, you sound like you might be fun to play with, for you understand.

My boy and I were invited to my parents' house for Thanksgiving. They've always been strange around us together, and I thought why not give them one last chance. We flew to my parents' city a few days before Turkey Day to relax, and see some old friends. My mom and dad were both at work the day before Thanksgiving, so my boy and I fucked like animals all over the house, our room, in my parents' bed, the kitchen, and I even fucked him raw over the dining room table. We've been sharing our assholes with a few friends, POZ, and POZ-friendly, for a few months now, and haven't been tested, and we totally get off on the chance that we might POZ each other. Anyway, as I was shooting my questionable load up my boy's ever-loosening hole, he shot his load all over my mother's antique tablecloth. I was mopping up his spooge when he suggested we try to line up some more raw cock for each other to enjoy. I remembered an adult book store on the other side of town, where I used to give head when I was in my teens. I had a naughty idea, and fingered his possibly-POZ load into my hole with two fingers and told him about some raunchy times I had at this bookstore growing up. We ran back to our room, donned black jockstraps, got dressed, and jumped in the car. I thought it might be jumping at the bookstore, with all of the college kids home for the holidays, not to mention the Navy base nearby, but it was oddly quiet. No cars in the parking lot, only the booth attendant, who had been there forever. I wondered if he remembered shooting his load down my throat through a glory hole when I was in High School. I did. With our holes lubed with each other's cum, we went into neighboring booths and sucked each other through the hole. After a while someone finally entered the booth on the other side of my boy. Some guy stuck his cut wang through the gloryhole. My boy went to town on it, deepthroating this massive cock in one thrust. He was making gagging noises for the other guy's benefit, and with the way he was thrusting, he seemed to enjoy it, grunting and panting. I wanted a closer look, so I opened my door, and headed into the booth with my boy. The john in the next booth shot a big wet load all over my boy's face and he swallowed as much of it as he could catch, wiping the rest off with his hand and fingering the rest of it into his gooey hole. Then, the guy lowered his face to the hole, so we could see his mustache and mouth. He whispered, “Feed me your cock. I haven't sucked dick in forever!” My boy, with his hard dripping tool, stood up and shoved as hard as he could into his new friend's mouth. This guy must have been a total amateur, and had trouble swallowing more than just my boy's head. My boy can be patient, but not when he wants to get off. He said, “Dude, this isn't working for me. Give me your hole.” There were a few moments of silence, then the guy shuffled around for a second, thrust a wrapped condom through the hole, and backed up his sweaty hairy ass. My boy chuckled, and made a noisy show of unwrapping the rubber and rolling into onto his dick. I was so horny. I'd never seen my boy top in all of the years we'd been together. I'd seen him take dozens of cocks in his hungry hole, but never top. He was grinning ear to ear, and must have been really close to getting off, if he was willing to wrap up for it. In fact, it would be the first time in months that either one of us had used a condom. I looked at him and whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?” He just winked back at me. He spit on the his wrapped cock a few times, and shoved his dick balls-deep into his new friend in one fell swoop. The guy must have not been ready to take dick as much as he was squirming, and grunting on the other side of the wall. There was also a bit of shit stuck to the condom as he pulled out. He thrust back and forth a few times, and whispered, “Dude, I can't keep it up with this fucking rubber. I'm taking it off, but I'll pull out before I cum.” Another wink. He ripped off the condom, and wiped some of the cum out of his hole onto his raw, possibly POZ dick, and shoved back in all the way. Once they got a good rhythm going, this slutty bottom started in on the dirty talk. “Oh yeah! Gimme your raw cock. Fill me up with your spunk! Give me your babies!!!” That got me harder than a rock, so I lined up with my boy's cummy drippy hole, and slid right in when he pulled back from his new friend's raw hole. We barely missed a beat, and I let my boy do all the work, bouncing off my dick as he fucked this stranger through the hole. He whispered, “Dude, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?” “Deep in my cunt!,” we heard a raspy voice reply. “Here is cums! Take my load!!!” He thrust forward four or five times and shot his load deep in this stranger's guts, letting it seep in. I came immediately, and filled my boy's hole again, well lubed with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and this stranger's cum. My boy shuddered as his new friend went to work cleaning the cum and shit off of my boy's sloppy cock. I was so proud of him for topping, and so proud of him for being so sneaky to get his load in this guy. A few seconds later, the guy on the other side of the wall shoved a folded piece of paper with a number on it, with a note saying, “Call me. Next time we can fuck face to face.” Then the phone number. We heard the guy zip up and his booth open. I peeked out as he was leaving, and saw a man about my height, walking away quickly. The next morning, after breakfast on Thanksgiving Day, sitting next to me on the sofa, as we watched the goddamn parade with my parents, my boy wrote a text message to this guy's number saying, “My hole is hungry. Can you get away from your family?” He showed me his phone, winked in that filthy way of his, and clicked send. Imagine my shock when a few seconds later my Dad's work Blackberry went off. Had he not looked so flustered, then quickly left the of the room, I wouldn't have suspected a thing. A minute or so later my boy's phone vibrated with a response. “I NEED your cum. My gay son is here with his boyfriend. Should I try to arrange a four way?” My boy turned tomato red and handed me his phone. My Dad came back in the room as a I typed a response and clicked send. It read. “Dad, it will be a three-way. And you may get POZZED. Again.”

It's the only way to have true sex

It is the opposite of a fetish. It's actual natural sex and breeding, or as close as faggots can get.

Can't it just be whatever it is to whoever is doing it? Why does it need labels?

Both, also obsession.

is that just North of the IKEA? I think I found myself there as well at the start of Spring 😉 I’ll have to share that story another time 😜

@chainsmokerpig No problem. Glad you enjoyed it! @nymidtowneast Hope the next chapter is just as enjoyable! @SirGalatsi Thanks! @kitpig No comment. Not giving any spoilers! @Medwaym I appreciate to kind words. Glad you're enjoying it! Next chapter has been sitting on my desk for a few days now, and trying to get the next several written out so I can keep posting regularly. Also have an idea bouncing around on top of what I'm working on in secret, so stay turned! ------------------------------------------------------------ Lesson 10- Secrets for Profiting in Bull and Bear Markets Part of me felt a tinge of nervousness as the thought of someone seeing us went through my mind. It was then I remembered Greg telling me that nobody would see us through the dark tint of the car windows. Feeling a bit more reassured, I got to work. Slowly, I stroked Greg’s massive cock as he drove, the soft sounds of pop and club music playing on the radio as we rode in silence. After a bit, I slowly worked my way down to Greg’s balls, squeezing and gently fondling them, enjoying the feeling of the heavy orbs moving around in the loose sack of skin. After a few minutes, I got a sinister idea and slowly worked the upper part of my seatbelt off, before bending over and taking Greg’s cock into my mouth. “Fuck yeah boy,” Greg groaned around the still unlit cigar in his mouth, as he slowly moved his right hand on top of my head, running his fingers slowly through my hair. I slowly worked the large cock down my throat, surprised at the near ease I was taking it. Part of me realized that I’d been sucking cocks now for over a week now, and that I had gone from barely able to fit half the cock to feeling it hit the back of my throat with nearly no gagging. “That’s it, baby, worship the cock that’s going to change you,” Greg whispered as he continued to slowly stroke the top of my head, “I’m not ready to cum just yet, but you’re doing a good job keeping daddy hard. Just a little longer and we’ll be at our next stop.” I gave a slight nod, as I slowly began to work the tip of my tongue around the head, swirling it around several times, making Greg moan more. After several minutes, Greg pulled my head off, as the vehicle softly stopped. Sitting at the stop light, Greg took the cigar out of his mouth and pulled back slightly on my hair, his right hand still buried in my hair. Taking it as a sign to open my mouth, having had both the men do it to me, I complied. Greg spit a large glob of spit into my mouth, smiling as I instinctively swallowed. “Goooood boy, swallow all of daddy’s spit,” Greg said, smiling, as he turned his attention back to the road, the light now turning green, “You love pleasing daddy, don’t you boy?” “Yes sir,” I said softly, “I love making you happy.” Nodding, Greg released my hair, letting me slump back slightly in the leather seat. “You’re getting really good at making Daddy’s cock happy with that dirty fucking mouth,” Greg said, sticking the cigar back in his mouth as he turned his attention back to the road, “We’re only a block away, so I guess you earned another treat from Daddy.” I looked around, noticing we were in a part of town I couldn’t really say I had been to before. Around us were a ton of shorter brick buildings, denoting a much older and established part of town. Most of the shop seemed well kept, advertising their various wares; one window displaying a bunch of reclaimed clothing, another some sidewalk cafe. Crossing a major thoroughfare, the buildings gave way to bars and other various shops. Greg silently turned down an alleyway, before parking the SUV behind one of the brick buildings. “We’re here,” Greg said, unceremoniously as he opened the door and stepped out. I followed suit, getting hit with a wave of hot, humid air as the buzz of countless air conditioners whirred away. Waving me over, we walked up to one of the buildings, as Greg pressed the buzzer beside the door. We waited a short time before the door opened and a tall, lanky man greeted us. The man’s hair was buzzed to almost bald, his body covered in tattoos and multiple piercings. “‘Bout time you got here,” the man said, motioning for us to enter. Greg led the way and I silently followed, happy to be out of the stifling heat and in the slightly cool air of the dark hallway. The air still had a slightly muggy quality to it, likely due to the age of the building I guessed as I looked around, my eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light. It also carried a faint smell of smoke and antiseptic, barely registrable to my nose. Exposed brick lined the exterior walls, with simple dark grey walls and two separate cheap looking plain wood doors. The muted sound of what sounded like rock or metal come from behind the farther door, and the walls had several portraits of artwork. As Greg gave the man a brief half hug, I looked at some of the artwork. A huge, extremely colorful butterfly filled the canvas of one, a snake on another. Various roses and portraits of people. Finally my eyes landed on one in particular, a rather demonic looking skull, smoke drifting out of its mouth with glowing red eyes. The sound of buzzing came from beyond the door, and I instantly I knew we were now standing in the back of a tattoo parlor. “Yeah, he almost made cream on the way here,” Greg chuckled, his hand protectively wrapping around my shoulders as his hand draped over one. “Hmm… so this is the new project Ben was going on about earlier,” the man said, eyeing me up and critically, “Not exactly stunning, and definitely not what I would have expected. Especially from you two. What happened to that one guy a while back? He was quite the looker.” I felt somewhat self conscious, my mind going back immediately to my conversation in the car with Greg. Looking down, I felt small as I stood there silently now looking at the floor, quickly beginning to feel deflated. An icy pit in my stomach began to form, as the man had clearly just said what I had been think just a short while earlier. “When have you ever known Ben of all people to exaggerate,” Greg replied, slowly moving his hand to the back of my neck, rubbing his thumb along a certain spot, making me shudder at how good it felt, “Riley here is going to surprise you, man. Sexy little fucker and we couldn’t be prouder at how fast he’s coming along. Just trust me, Garrison, this pig will be milking a load out of both of you in no time.” Something in me warmed slightly, hearing Greg defend me. I unconsciously leaned into the sensation of Greg rubbing the nape of my neck. Garrison looked at me flatly, still eyeing me up and down. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he said flatly, before waving me towards door, “C’mon, Jay is already setting up the tray and is wanting to see what the hype is about. I’ll take you over and we can go over some of the designs.” Greg continued to rub my neck in the same spot, making me melt on the spot as he slowly worked it. Bending over slightly, he began to whisper in my ear. “Don't pay him any mind. Did you like Daddy touching you on your neck?” Greg whispered, kissing the spot before he continued to speak, my legs buckling just slightly as he did, “Looks like I found a spot to make your boy hole melt. I’ll have to let Daddy Mike know too. Make your brain melt and get you all worked up.” I shuddered and wordlessly nodded, fighting the urge to moan. I didn’t want to embarrass Greg by losing my mind over such an inconsequential spot on my neck being touched. “Honestly, though, don’t worry about Gary,” Greg said, continuing work the spot, “He’s a prickly bastard on a good day. Great fuck though. You have no idea how hot you are, boy. Just be the sexy fucking pig you are and he’ll warm up.” Greg then gently pushed me forward, his hand slowly tracing down my back before patting my ass as we followed behind Garrison, entering a long room lined with padded leather chairs all in several different shapes along one wall. Finally we stopped at the end and Greg gestured for me to sit down. Sitting at the station was a skinny guy with tons of piercings and a bright neon green mohawk. He jumped up and gave Greg a huge hug, smiling as he looked over at me. “Ah, is this the notorious Riley I heard all about,” the mohawk guy said, turning and taking a hard look at me, “Not your usual affair, but… I like it. Nice clean canvas, I hope?” “Riley, this is Jason. Jason… Riley,” Greg said, pointing between the two of us with a smile. Suddenly, Jason reached down and gave my groin a squeeze. I was shocked at first at the sudden intrusion, only calming slightly as Greg let out a slight chuckle. “Fuck, got the pig in a nice tight cage already,” Jason said appreciatively, hefting the heavy metal cage as if weighing it before moving down the my balls, the skin loose from the heat outside earlier. “Yeah, pig here was naughty the other night and needed punished,” Greg said, procuring the lighter in his pock and pulling the cigar out of his mouth. Slowly, he lit the cigar and puffed it to life. I stared almost hungrily at it, feeling a craving for one myself, “Was at the park and playing without knowing the rules.” “Wait… this is the…. No….” Jason said, releasing my balls before working around to my ass, giving it a tight squeeze before feeling the base of the plug in my ass. Giving a nod and a smile, he gave my ass a slight smack, “He’s that guy from the park? Brad says he fucking cums buckets.” I blushed, suddenly realizing they knew about the smokey blowjob I had given and received in the park before. “I heard he’s a fucking sexy little shit when he’s smoking,” Jason continued, reaching over to the table behind him, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and expertly pulling one out and lighting it up, inhaling hard before exhaling towards me, “Mind if he puts on a show for me while we get to work?” Greg nodded at me, as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his key to the SUV, handing it to me. “Go get one of the gifts your Uncle Ben gave you,” Greg said, smiling around the cigar, “Take your time and pick out a good choice to show Jason. I want you inhaling it if you can.” Slowly, I nodded, taking the key and walked back to the back hallway and out the door. Making my way to the trunk area, I opened it and began to look through the large brown bag. A large, glass topped chest was sitting in it, filled with various shapes and sizes of cigars, as well as a few smaller leather pouches and a metal tool and cigar cutter. Beside it, several pipes sat in the bottom of various sizes and shapes as well as few different lighters. It all felt overwhelming in a way, and with as expensive as they looked, I figured there had to be well over a thousand dollars worth of things in the bag. Again, I felt self conscious, feeling as though this wads entirely too much I frowned and looked down at all the things. Suddenly, I jumped as I head Garrison speak, having missed him stepping out the door, smoking and looking at his phone. “Go with the larger sized one. The darker, the better…” he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he spoke, “If you have a really big one with a green stripe, it’ll drive Jason wild.” “Oh… uh…. Thanks…” I said, softly, not wanting to make eye contact, my thoughts going immediately back to his previous comments. “So… sorry about earlier,” Garrison said, taking a deep drag as he spoke, “Had a really shitty customer throwing a fit right before you came in. Took it out on you, and you didn’t deserve it.” “Its ok…” I said quietly, still not wanting to make eye contact, “I’m fine.” “Eh, not really,” he replied, taking another drag as he continued speaking, “I was an ass. Greg told me that you feel pretty insecure about your looks. Just know, Greg and Mike are very particular and don’t just chase random ass. If they chose you, that means you have nothing to worry about in the looks department.” “I…. Um.. Thanks…” I said, finally looking up a little and meeting his gaze, “I… I don’t know if I see what they do, but thanks for letting me know. And sorry you had a shitty customer.” Finishing the cigarette, Garrison tossed it down the alley before giving me a slight nod. “See you in there,” he said flatly, before walking away, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him. Quickly, I got the cigar he described cut and pocketed the lighter, putting the cigar in my mouth as I had seen Greg do earlier. Walking back in, I shut the door behind me, forcing myself to walk confidently back in as I walked over to the station and sat down. “Fuckin’ hell man, now that’s a cigar,” Jason said, smiling at me, “Go ahead and pull that shirt off so we can get started.” I quietly complied, pulling the tight black shirt off and setting it neatly across my legs, leaning back, unsure what would happen next. I looked over at Greg, who only smiled. “Jason here is going to pierce those sexy nipples of yours,” Greg said, puffing happily on his cigar, “And since you were a good boy and made me happy on the way here, you can get one more piercing today of your choice.” I sat for a second, thinking about his words, unsure what to do or say. Finally, I looked at Greg. “What do you think I should get, sir?” I asked, hoping that asking him would get a happy response, “What would make you and Daddy Mike happy?” “Fucking sexy little slave there, Greg,” Jason said, laughing at my response, “Can’t believe he’s so polite and obedient!” “Hmmm…” Greg said, smiling widely, clearly satisfied with my answer, “Hot little pig like you? What do you think, Jason… would the pig look hot with a septum piercing?” “Fuck yeah, definitely would show the world what a fucking piggy he is,” Jason said, grinning as well, “Could start small so he can hide it after you send his cum flooded ass back home to mommy.” “Sold,” he said, before pointing at me, “Now go ahead and show Jason how much you love smoking for your daddies.” I nodded again, happily taking the cigar and toasting it like they did, before putting it in my mouth and beginning to puff greedily on it. Thinking back to Garrison’s words, I took a deep inhale and held it in for a moment, fighting the urge to cough from the shocking amount of smoke. Finally I lazily let the smoke drift out of my mouth, letting the smoke out through my nose. “Fuckin’ holy shit man,” Jason said, his hand rubbing his cock through his jeans as he watched me smoke, “Didn’t you say this pig just started this month? He’s fucking flooding those lungs like a pro!” “I told you, boy aims to please,” Greg said, smiling happily at me. “No joke,” Jason said, appreciatively as he lit up another cigarette, “You ready to look the part, bud?” I nodded, watching as he slowly loaded up a piercing into the gun looking contraption. I puffed somewhat nervously as he began to pinch the nipple, wiping it down with an ample amount of antiseptic before letting it evaporate in the cool air, getting it hard. It was still slightly sensitive from the earlier working over from Ben and quickly perked up. “Ready,” he said, looking up at me for a moment, the clamp firmly pinching my nipple, “Breath in, and slowly let it out…” I took a deep draw off the cigar, slowly blowing it out as I felt the needle pierce my skin, the brief sharp pain making the muscles on my pec jump slightly as it was quickly replaced with a slightly warm and throbbing sensation, eventually giving way to a slight stinging sensation. “Good job, stay still just like that while I get the next one ready,” Jason said, giving my shoulder a slight pat. He repeated the same movements as before, this time going easier as I know knew what to expect. Pulling out his phone, Greg took a picture, the sound of a whoosh accompanying shortly after. “Got to show Daddy Mike,” Greg explained, before walking over to the tray and picking out another piercing with Jason to my side. “Fuck man, that is going to look hot on him,” Jason said, looking at what Greg had chosen, “Might hurt a tiny bit more with that gauge, but I think he’ll do fine.” Turning around, he loaded up the next piercing and tipping my head back, his gloved hand firmly holding my jaw. “This one might sting a bit more, but you’re going to fuckin’ love it, big boy,” Jason said, smiling as the device quickly began to pinch the skin between my nostrils. I felt the pain more, causing my eyes to tear up slightly as Jason released my head. I went to reach up and touch it when he smacked my hand away. “Unh-uh… don’t touch it until it heals,” he said, before looking over at Greg, “Want to get a picture before I move it up and out of the way?” Greg nodded, taking another picture before sending it off and putting his phone back in his pocket. Holing a mirror in front of me, Jason showed me his work. I had to admit, there was something more punk-ish and hot about the piercing. Greg looked down around me, smiling happily. “Looks good on you boy,” Greg said, “Going to look even hotter when we can replace that temp with a bigger one. You should show Jason here how much you appreciate his work.” Almost as if Greg had commanded him instead of me, Jason puled the cigar out of my mouth and set in an ashtray beside him, before taking a deep drag on the cigarette and locking lips with me, feeding me his smoke as we made out. Slowly I let the smoke drift out of my nose as the slightly older man began to rub his tongue along mine. I could feel a metal arm in the center, and he broke away, taking another deep drag before returning for more. I felt Greg begin to pet my hair, growling in appreciating as I began to get worked up. Suddenly, I could hear a buzzing noise as Greg pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Shit, got to take this,” Greg said, as we both broke away and looked over at him, “Work call. Keep me proud of you, boy.” With that, he walked quickly out the back, and I could hear the sound of the back door closing, reverberating out of the dim hallway. “Fuck you look so fucking hot,” Jason said, running his hand down my somewhat muscular and hairless torso, “I can’t fucking wait to sample that hole of yours and see what’s got everyone worked up.” Slowly, I laid back and watched as Jason stripped out of his black cargo shorts, revealing a dirty grey jock and what looked to be a decent sized cock. Quickly, he reached down and pulled my pants down and off, and looked evilly at my naked body while chuckling darkly as he ran his hands on the cock cage. “Fucking locked up like a good little pussy boy,” he said, drawing hard on the cigarette, blowing it down and over my body. Pushing my legs up, he looked down at my currently plugged hole, giving it a slight tug as he used one hand to hold my legs up. Roughly, he pulled the plug out, my hole suddenly gaping at the sudden loss as I felt a line of cum slowly drool out. “Mmmm… Ben fucking wrecked your hole and bred it good,” he said, flopping the cum glazed plug flippantly on my chest, “Nothing tastier than a freshly loaded hole.” Suddenly, he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, before diving face first into my ass, licking and sucking on my asshole, causing me to moan at the sensation. I groaned as he went to work, fully servicing my hole, sucking the several loads out before coming back up, using his still rubber gloved hand to open my mouth. I complied and he slowly drooled the cum out of his mouth and into mine. This happened several times, each time less cum was deposited back into my mouth. Letting out an evil chuckle, he slowly began to work a few gloved fingers into my loose hole, finding the spot inside my ass and causing my breath to hitch. “Yeah, there’s the slut button,” he said, pulling his fingers out and smearing them on my chest, before pulling his shirt off, revealing dozens of tattoos. One in particular caught my eye, of a pitch black scorpion with red streaks on its body. I recognized for what it was, as he saw me staring at it. “Yeah, I’m toxic too,” he said, tossing the shirt to the ground before plunging the gloved fingers inside me, and rubbing harder on my prostate, “We got lots of time to breed you full of my swimmers. He won’t be back for a while.” I sobbed slightly, squirming at the rough handling as my cock began to leak again in the cage. “Yeah, this hole is in fucking heat. I think its time I give you another load deep in those guts,” he said, rubbing his large cock on my hole, the metal piercing in the tip sliding easily on my slick hole, “Plenty of room in here now to add mine to the mix.” As willing as I was to just let him have at it, I thought back to what Greg had told me earlier. “I…. Need you to… stop...” I gasped out, “Please… I need. I need a-a condom…” “Fuck, boy, what a mood killer,” he said, continuing to slowly run the tip of his cock around my hole in slow circles, “You already took plenty of tainted sperm in you already. What’s one more load?” I slowly shook my head no. “I… I promised,” I said, pushing my hand against his chest, holding him away, “I promised I would follow the rules.” “We’re friends, so I know he won’t mind,” Jason said, playfully shaking his dick at my hole, the metal piercing occasionally brushing against it even being held back, “I already ate their loads out of you so we’ll need to fill that back up for you to get knocked up. Besides, what they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em.” “No… you need to use the condom,” I insisted, slowly pulling myself up, skin sticking to the leather on the seat, “They want me to save it for something they have planned, but I’m not allowed unless they say you can.” “Seems like a waste to me… you know how good it feels getting bred with dirty loads, ” Jason frowned, rubbing a hand along my body, “ Seems unfair to me they won’t let you decide who’s load to take. And we both know it will feel a lot better bare.” “I promised,” I said, shaking my head, knowing that if I were to give in, I’d never be able to live with the lie, “It’s either that or nothing. I… I’ll suck you off if you want, so that you at least get something out of your work.” “Hmmm…. Fuuuuck… Fine…” he said, pouting, before grabbing a condom out of his pants, “Don’t think I’m going to hold back on you now.” I slumped back, actually proud of myself for keeping a clear enough head and following the rules, even if Greg and Mike weren’t there to see it. I watched as Jason, looking annoyed, slid the bright blue condom down his dick, before sliding deep in my ass. Clamping down, I tried to make myself feel tight, hoping it would make up for the condition I put on him. “Fuck yeah, that’s a hungry boy pussy there,” he growled, before pushing forward and pulling the metal table closer, “Since I can’t fuck it bare, we’re at least going to make it interesting for me.” Grabbing my cigar, he stuck it in his mouth and lit it back up, puffing hard as he slammed as hard as he could into my ass, brutally boring into my ass. Keeping his thrusting steady, he let my legs fall to his shoulders ad he reached over and pulled out a cigarette from his pack, bluntly sticking it in my mouth. “I want to see you smoking some Reds, fucker,” he said, stopping suddenly as he grabbed the lighter and flicking it to life, holding the flame to the tip. Following what I had seen earlier, I took a deep draw on it before sucking in the smoke. The taste was definitely different than the cigars and even the pipes, and I let out a hard nose jet, getting a smile and nod from Jason. “Yeah slut,” he said, grabbing my ass hard as he fucked it, “Suck that cancer stick down. Destroy those lungs for me.” Hoping to please, I continued to smoke hard, making quick work of the cigarette before another was put in, as Jason continued his eager assault on my hole. “Fuck, I’m gonna shoot in your worthless ass,” he said, “Fucking take my cock snot fucker!” He slammed just a few more times before pulling me tightly against him. I could numbly feel as his cock flooded the condom, jumping and jolting as he glared at me. “Yeah boy, feel all that man spunk? Could have fucking flooded those guts right if you’d have let me… fucking cock tease only taking certain dirty loads,” he said, squeezing my ass in a death grip and he continued to slam hard inside me, “Gonna fucking breed this hole and add my strain eventually. You want that, don’t you fucker? To become a diseased whore?” I nodded, feeling spent and exhausted as Jason finally pulled out, gently pulling the condom off his sensitive cock before tying it off and dumping it on my chest. “Yeah, take that doggy bag home for you and your daddies to play with,” he said, breathless as he got up and pulled his pants on, puffing away at the well smoked cigar., "Better fucking fish that Red I gave you." After a few more minutes, laying there on the bed and watching as Jason leaned back in his office chair enjoying the cigar, Greg returned with a questioning look on his face. Getting up, Jason walked over and reached into his pants, pulling out several dollar bills. “You fucking cheated,” Jason said, still breathless as he patted Greg on the shoulder before handing over the money. “How so?” Greg asked, grinning at him before looking back at me, “I’m taking it from the bulging condom on the boy’s chest, he followed the rules and made you wrap it up?” I felt shock and then relief, knowing that this had been a test, and I seemed to have passed it overwhelmingly. Greg picked up the used condom from my chest, giving a smile as he turned it around, inspecting it. “Tried every fucking trick I knew, man,” he said, smiling at me still exhausted, “Not fucking fair coming in here with a professionally trained pig like that. Even smoked down a few Reds like a champ.” Greg gave me a smile before looked at Jason with a more confused smile. “I mean, I’ll take the compliment, but he’s not even remotely trained,” Greg said, rubbing his hand through my hair, “Only been teaching him for a week and a half or so, honest.” “Fucking liar…” Jason said, grinning, “That heavenly fucking ass is way too talented. His hole hugs your cock like memory foam, fucking milks it even. If I hadn’t have heard it from Ben myself, I’d have never believed that he was bred with that massive cock just a while ago. Shit should be fucking wrecked.” “Honest to god,” Greg said, raising his hands in defense, “I told you he is eager to please. Between that, his dirty little pig mouth, and that cute innocent look, can’t you see why Mike and I took such a liking to him?” “Please tell me he’s got a brother or something…” Jason said, shaking his head and smiling. “Nope. Back off,” Greg said, holding his finger up to stop Jason’s line of thought, “The brother is off limits… Mike hates mixing business with pleasure, you know that.” Still feeling spent, I just sat silently and watched the exchange, knowing they were talking about me and my older brother. “Fuck… had to try and ask at least,” Jason said, shaking his head, “Damn… Gary is going to LOVE this…” “What am I supposedly going to love,” Garrison said, walking in from the back doorway and sitting down at a station, laying out several things. “Gary… bro… just… oh my god…” Jason said, smiling and pointing at me, “Fucking heaven. Seriously.” “You, over here,” Gary said, snapping once and pointing to the chair, “I got appointments in a half an hour. Leave the shirt off. Let’s get this done.” I nodded silently, picking up my clothes and quickly getting my pants back on and grabbing the full condom, plug, and my shirt. I sat down silently, watching as Garrison expertly began to wipe down my skin on my smooth stomach before placing down a sheet, the design underneath hard to see. “Like the placement?” He asked Greg, looking up. “Should be good,” Greg replied, nodding, “We can always move it down the road if we don’t like it.” Pressing down, Garrison slowly taped down the sticker, the blue/green ink just barely visible, Looking down, I could see what looked like a pig snout and the words “PIG IN TRAINING” written in bold letters in circle around it. “Take this off in an hour. Not any less. Should last about 10 days, depending on activity,” he explained, short and to the point, “Don’t use any abrasives or body scrubs, or you’ll be replacing it sooner. It’ll get darker in about 24 hours. Understood?” I nodded silently. “Ok, flip over for the other one,” he said, motioning his finger in a circle, “And pull down your pants.” I followed his instructions, as I looked back, seeing him shine a light through. “Go ahead and make sure it scans,” Garrison said, waiting as Greg took out his phone and aimed it at what looked like a QR code. “Yep, like a dream,” Greg said, giving a thumbs up as Garrison then began to wipe down the skin and place the sheet down firmly in the center of my asscheek. He did the same thing again, pressing down and taping the paper down. “Alright, get out of here,” Garrison said, giving my ass a smack, “Trying to run a business here, and its time to open back up.” “Sure you don’t want to give Riley’s hole a try?” Greg said, grinning as I felt my hole pucker. Though I didn’t want to admit it, I needed a slight break after the brutal pounding from Jason. “Am I allowed to dump my load in him raw?” Garrison said flatly. “Sorry, you know the rules,” Greg said, smiling and shaking his head. “Then I’m good. Unlike my twin brother here, I know how to wait,” Garrison said, looking over at Jason, “And unlike him, I know when to turn down a bet from you. Stop fleecing my employees and get out of here.” Part of me was shocked. With as different as the two looked, I’d have never guessed they were twins. Looking closer though, I did notice a family resemblance. I mouthed a silent thank you at Garrison as I walked past, actually getting a small smirk and nod. Stepping back out into the sun, I blinked blearily, shading my face at the still intense sunlight as we made our way to the car, already on and air condition running full blast.

Chapter 2: He heard the sound of the stranger's zipper, the rustle of fabric, and then a sudden warmth and pressure as the anonymous man's dick pushed against his lips. It was thick, just as he had imagined, and it filled his mouth completely. The engaged man's eyes rolled back in his head as he took it all, his tongue dancing around the velvety head, tasting the salt and musk of a stranger's desire. The poppers had done their work, turning his nervousness into pure, unbridled lust. The stranger's hand wrapped around the back of his head, guiding him in a rhythmic bobbing motion, his hips thrusting in time. He could feel the man's excitement growing, the grip on his hair tightening with each stroke. The sounds of wet, hungry sucking filled the small bathroom, a symphony of lust that seemed to echo off the cold, hard surfaces. Suddenly, the stranger pulled out, leaving the engaged man gasping for air. "You want more, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the man's very bones. The engaged man nodded, his eyes still blindfolded, his mouth still open in anticipation. The hand that had been holding his head guided him to a nearby wall, and he felt his pants being pulled down to his ankles. The cool air of the bathroom caressed his ass and thighs, sending goosebumps rushing over his skin. The stranger's hand was on him again, this time tracing a line down his spine before settling on his cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. With a grunt, the stranger pushed him against the wall, and the engaged man felt the tip of that massive cock at his entrance. He took a deep breath, bracing himself, and then it was inside him, stretching him wider than he had ever been. He let out a muffled cry, the pain quickly giving way to an intense, burning pleasure. The stranger didn't stop, didn't hesitate, just started fucking him hard and fast, his hips slamming into him with an almost brutal force. The engaged man's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, his body no longer his own as he was used and filled by this stranger. He could feel the man's hand on his throat, squeezing gently, the other hand digging into his hip as he was pounded into the wall. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was all he could hear, all he could feel was the cock inside him, claiming him in a way that no one else ever had. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take any more, the stranger stopped, pulling out with a wet pop. "On your back," he ordered, his voice gruff with need. The engaged man complied, his legs shaking as he laid down on the cold, hard floor. He heard the sound of the baby change table being pulled down with a clang, and then he was being lifted onto it. The plastic was cold against his back, but the heat of the stranger's body quickly warmed him up as he was entered again, this time with an even deeper, more primal force. The man's cock was a piston, driving into him without mercy, pushing him to the very edge of his limits. The pain was exquisite, a sweet agony that had him moaning and writhing, his own cock trapped and straining against his stomach. He could feel the stranger's hot breath on his neck, his teeth grazing his earlobe. "You're mine now," the stranger murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver of pure, unadulterated lust through the engaged man's body. "Mine to use whenever I want." The words were a catalyst, igniting a fire in the engaged man that had been smoldering for weeks. He arched his back, pushing himself onto that thick, delicious cock, meeting each thrust with his own desperation. The stranger's hand found his own cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, and it was all too much. He came, his orgasm ripping through him like a tornado, leaving him trembling and gasping for air. But the stranger wasn't done. He kept pumping into him, harder and faster, until he too reached his climax, filling the engaged man with a hot flood of cum that spilled out onto the baby change table. The sound of their ragged breaths filled the room, the only testament to the carnality that had just unfolded. When the stranger finally pulled out, the engaged man felt empty, both physically and emotionally. But as the blindfold was removed and he looked into the eyes of the man who had just fucked him so thoroughly, he knew that this was just the beginning. There was something in those eyes, a glint of ownership, of possession, that told him that aussieanon had big plans for his newfound toy. And as they dressed in the dim light of the bathroom, exchanging knowing smiles and a promise to meet again, the engaged man realized that he was more than okay with that. He craved it, in fact. The thrill of the unknown, the danger of discovery, it all just added to the excitement. As he stepped out into the cool night air, the taste of the stranger still on his lips, he knew that he would do whatever it took to feel that way again.

When it comes to health issues infectious or otherwise, personally it is very important for a partner to know, after all one is sharing a life with a significant other. I couldn't and haven't hidden such an important part of my life. Nothing is any more personal than ones health. Your health is your wealth as it were.

I don't understand the motivation to keep secrets from someone we supposedly love, respect and care for. Yeah lots of people do; but that doesn't make it a good thing.

Part 8 "What is this? You..you...film this stuff? And and and you do this with a lot of guys?" I was freaking out feeling a little stupid that I had thought for a second that I was the only guy this hot man had seduced. In the video he was pulling the boys shirt off. Mr. Kelly came over to the bed and sat next to me. "Hey its ok. I've done this before yes. But this was really special with you. I wanted this and I want it to keep going. I've played with other guys before. You had to know that. That doesn't have anything to do with you and me except that we get to watch if you want. Do you want to keep watching? We can always watch something else. You're pick." I was torn. I was a little jealous watching as Mr. Kelly started making out with this guy "Justin" but it was also really hot watching someone I know in what was basically homemade porn. And where was this guy now? Mr. Kelly was with me now and I had to let that be all that mattered. "We can keep watching this I guess." He smiled and came closer so he could put his arm back around me as we watched. He pulled his towel off and I followed by taking mine off too. He was rigid and his cock was sticking up like a flagpole. He turned my face toward his and pulled me into a long slow kiss incredibly tender and soft. I was falling for him. We didn't know each other that well but I wanted to be with this man who was treating me better than I thought I deserved. "I want to make love to you again son." I moaned in his mouth. "Yes dad. I want that to. Make love to me dad." He pulled me down onto my back again and then pushed me onto my side. He pressed his body against my back. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. "Hook your leg around mine and put your arm around my neck." I did as he said as I got ready to get fucked in this new position. He grabbed the bottle of lube and coated his cock with it and rubbed what was left on his hands on to my hole. I could feel that my hole was still sore but I wanted this. Bad. "Look into my eyes son. Are you ready?" I nodded. Our faces were so close but I could tell that for now he didn't want to kiss. We stared into each others eyes and didnt break as he put his cock against my hole and slowly pushed inside. i gasped as I felt his hard cock going deeper never stopping. We were staring into each others eyes the entire time. He looked so focused and finally he moaned when he pressed his pubes against my hole. "I love being inside you son. You are so warm and tight." I just nodded and moaned into the pleasure of the feeling of his cock taking long slow strokes inside me. "I was right wasn't I? You like raw cock in you don't you?" I nodded. "No son. Jake. Say it. Tell me what you like. Tell me what you want." I was deep in the pleasure of his motion. I could only get one word out. "Cock." "No son. Say it. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want for the rest of your life." We still hadn't broken eye contact. "Ra...ra.....raw cock. I want raw cock dad." "Thats right son. And whenever youre getting fucked where do you want your top to cum. Say it Jake. Tell me." His voice was steady. He never got louder or faster. His cock was keeping the same slow pace. Long and slow. "Inside me. I want them to shoot in me. I want them to breed me." "All the time?" "Yes dad. All the time." "Good son. That's the way it should be." He moved in closer and started that soft and slow kiss to go with the slow fucking. Suddenly a yelp came from the video. I forgot it was even on. We both turned and looked. The guy was fucking Mr. Kelly. He was on all fours getting fucked from behind. "Wow. You bottom?" He chuckled. "Of course. I think everyone should know how it feels. It makes you a better top." I looked back at him. "Yeah it does dad." I was smiling but he became serious again. "I'm glad you like it son. But youre not going to top are you son? You were born to bottom weren't you? You were made to take bare cock into your hole and have every top shoot their loads in you. Just getting bred over and over again. Youll never have enough. Isnt that right son?" I just nodded. We were still staring at each other. He was starting to pick up his pace. "Like now. You just cant wait until I shoot another massive load deep into you can you? You feel that? I'm fucking so deep in you. The only man who has touched you in that spot that gives you your ultimate pleasure." He went down to a whisper. "I love touching that spot inside you with my raw cock. That's my skin touching your spot. And its going to be my cum shooting against it. Oh son..." His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he picked up his pace. He pulled me into a kiss again but this time it was animalistic. He even growled. "Oh fuck oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. What do you want son? Tell me what you want son." "Breed me dad. Please. Shoot that cum into your son dad." He was rubbing into that spot instead of tapping it like the first time. It still felt like there was something in me that was going to explode. And then I did. I was shooting all over my chest and the contractions put him over the edge. "I'm cumming son! I'm cumming! Yes!" Then the open mouth scream with no sound. That expression was getting me so hot. Knowing I did that to him. And it meant that warmth I was starting to feel was the cum he was shooting inside me. His body was bucking uncontrollably. He let out a long exhale after his last spasm. "Oh fuck. Youre amazing." I reached down and pulled him into me. "Don't pull out. Stay inside me. Please. I don't want the cum leaking out this time." "Your wish is my command." He smiled and kissed me. We were back to the soft slow kiss.

Part 7 I looked at my unconscious brother laying on the floor. "Oh Elijah," I thought to myself. "You have no idea what's in store for you." I didn't even know what was in store for me. Mr. Jackson held our destinies. One on the men bent down and checked his pulse. "He's fine. That dose of chloro will keep him out for a few hours." "Plenty of time to get back to the cabin." Mr. Jackson said, turning to me and popping a pill into my mouth. "This will settle you down and let you sleep. You've had a busy couple of days boy." It wasn't long before It started to kick in and I felt groggy. Soon I was out like a light. I have no idea how long I slept. It felt like a couple of days. But the next thing I remember was waking up on a mattress on the ground in what was some kind of celler. As my head cleared I figured out my collar was chained to the wall and I couldn't move far. There was a jug of water within reach and I grabbed it, frantically trying to quench my enormous thirst. "Jacob!" I heard my brother loudly whisper. "You're awake! What's going on? Where are we?" I looked across the celler and saw a cage that contained my brother. It was about 3 feet by 4 feet, with thick metal bars. He was naked inside with a collar on like mind. His body had been shaved of all hair except for his head, like me. "What's going to happen to us? He was having sex with you, wasn't he?" Elijah grab the bars and shook them, tears starting to flow down his cheeks. "Pray Jacob. Pray with me for God to help us!" I looked at him blankly. "God can't save us brother." Elijah cried harder as he shook his cage. Then a door opened and Mr. Jackson came down the stairs. "I see you are awake now boy. You slept for several days. But now your ready for more." I didn't say anything as Elijah stared at him with rage. "First things first however. Its time for your brother to start his training." Mr. Jackson unlocked the cage and opened the door. Elijah crawled out and stood up, before charging for the stairs. A powerful jolt to his collar brought him to his knees, screaming in pain as he clutched his neck. "Foolish boy, you will learn." Two men descended the stairs and grabbed Elijah, dragging him upstairs. I could hear him yelling at the men as they disappeared from view. Eventually the yelling quieted down and Mr. Jackson unchained me from the wall and led me up the stairs. Elijah was strapped down to the fuckbench, his legs spread wide, his asshole exposed and vulnerable. His mouth was spread open wide with a metal contraption, keeping him unable to close his mouth. Mr. Jackson secured my collar to a ring and turned his attention to my brother. Stroking his bare buttocks, Mr. Jackson elicited a fresh bout of incomprehensible yelling from Elijah. He just smiled as he moved behind his helpless prey. Letting several gobs of spit land on his cock, he lined up the head right against Elijah's unprotected hole. The room grew deathly silent. Not even Elijah made a sound. Then he did it. Mr. Jackson plunged his cock into my brother as hard as he could, sinking it in one, long non stop lunge. I had never heard a scream like I heard from my brother. I thought he was dying. Tears flowed out of his eyes, snot ran out of his nose, and he howeled and bucked, trying to get away from the pole that had him impaled. Mr. Jackson just laughed and started ramming his new fuckhole deep and hard. I stared in amazement and pity as I watched my brother endure the worst pain he had ever experienced. Mr. Jackson's cock was coated in thick, red mucus as he plummeted the tight hole. Elijah just continued to scream. One of the men moved to my brothers head and grabbed his hair, pulling it up. Without pausing, he shoved his hard cock straight into Elijah's mouth and down his throat. My brother choked and gagged, spit and vomit pouring out of his mouth as his face was raped as hard as his ass. Both men relentlessly plugged his holes until they came at the same time, filling him from both ends at once. When they pulled out, Mr. Jackson grabbed me and forced his messy cock into my mouth to clean off my brothers rape juices. Then he looked at my sobbing brother, picking up a rubber tube and a needle. "I wanted the first one to be pure and clean. Now it's time to introduce you to your new medicine."

Part VII I just sat there in disbelief. Only a few short hours ago I had been totally straight, married with kids. Now, I had got overheated, drank way the hell too much booze, passed out and had taken, now, 36 loads of cum in my ass and only 1 that I had been completely aware of and asked for. I had just attended the gay pride parade and fest to support my gay friends from work. Then to top it off my new found 'friend' had told me what I had not known at all, that he and every one of the guys who had fucked me an dumped their loads in my ass had a biohazard tattoo because they were all HIV POZ. OMG Every time I think of that, my mind just goes in a whirl an I can't think straight and also, for some reason, my cock twitches and starts to get hard too. My new bud was kind of watching me close. He finally asked if I was ok or not? I barely heard him or understood either. I finally looked up and he was looking mighty close at me with a worried look on his face. He told me I looked like I had died and was just too stubborn to lay down or something. I told him that I had no idea what to do now. I sure as hell had not wanted to be fucked in the first place, although, the last time was pretty damn nice and felt amazing, and for damn sure if I had known they were POZ, no one would have touched me for sure. What the hell was I going to tell my wife and buddies now? My new bud sat down next to me then and put his arm around me and told me that it wasn't so bad as I thought. He then told me we could run to the hospital as I had just taken those loads and get something called PeP. He told me that it would be about a 30 supply of it and in most cases stopped infection completely if caught within a couple or three days. This perked me up a little. I asked if we could get going then. He told me he had a couple of things to attend to real fast and then he would run me right there if I wanted. I told him I sure did want and why wouldn't I? He smiled and told me that was kind of his first thoughts when he found out he had been fucked by a POZ guy the first time but then after thinking about it, he decided that hell, now he could fuck anyone an be fucked by anyone an not have to worry about it anymore. Now he went on his sex was about 5 times better than it had been. I told him that was fine for him, but he was gay and I was supposed to be straight. He laughed then and told me, well maybe, mostly straight before but probably not anymore. He thought I had enjoyed our last time way too much to be completely straight anymore and he was willing to bet that I would soon start to miss that nice full feeling in my ass. I had to admit my damn cock did want to stand up tall as we talked. Now what to do. He then went to take care of business and said he would be right back soon for us to go. When he left I had a lot of thinking to do. I tried to adjust my shorts that were rubbing the hell out of my damn hardon. Moving to a different position didn't help much though as all that did was make my ass twitch more. What was I becoming anyway, a cock needing cum dump, like those guys had said earlier? Damn, what a dilemma. Just then I heard someone call my name and looking up, here came my friend that had ridden there with me so many hours before. He came running up and asked where the hell have you been. He had been looking all over for me and knew I had to be around as my car was still there. I told him about twisting my ankle and getting a ride from these guys' float and then drinking and passing out here and just got up again a short time ago. I didn't tell him anything else though. Just then the guy who had grabbed my ass before and then took my ass cherry walked up. He had a shirt on now and asked who my hot friend was? I introduced them and they seemed to hit it off well. As it was evening now about everyone had a shirt on now so none of the tats were showing. I was kind of wondering how to tell my work bud, when the two of them, told me we will be right back and took off. Apparently my cherry taker was going to show him around the place. I didn't get time to tell him to be careful as they were all POZ. I sat around again for a few minutes and then decided to go find them. I got up an went out of the tarp enclosure and turned to my left, which is why I missed them coming back. They told me later they had seen me going around as they entered and figured I would be right back. I wondered around thinking they would be right here at one of the tables so didn't go very fast as I was looking around at the goings on all around. It probably took me a good 20 minutes before I got back around to the tarp opening. As I entered the middle I came to a complete stop with my mouth hanging open. I then rushed over to the sling. There was my work bud bound in it and getting fucked hard by my cherry picker. I ran up and leaned over him and asked what the hell he was doing. My friend said he was getting one hell of a great fuck and was loving it. I was mortified. I asked him if he had paid attention to the guy fucking him much? He asked what for. I told him, hey, you are both naked as hell now, didn't you notice anything about him. He told me they had started making out when they got in here and took their clothes off while kissing and then he had been lifted into the sling and the guy had lubed him and driven his cock deep in him in one thrust and he didn't pay any more attention after that just enjoying the great fuck. I turned and looked and I could see the biohazard tat right there plainly. I turned to my buddy and told him he better pay attention and look at the guy fucking him right above his cock. As I move and he started to lean up to look the cherry picker guy let out a loud moan and drove his cock as deep as he could and said I'm cumming. My buddies cock which had been bouncing around hard immediately blew his load too. He leaned forward and looked and for the first time saw the tat. His eyes bugged out and he yelled what the hell? He then jerked as his cock erupted with more cum yet. He fell back and stared and said OMG that was fantastic but why in the hell didn't you tell me you were POZ. The guy told us he figured I had already told him about us and it was ok. My buddy asked what about who is the us he was talking about and before I could say anything he pointed to me. My buddy turned and looked at me funny and wanted to know what we were talking about. The ass grabber had pulled out then and told us he thought we had some things to talk about and took off. My buddy looked at me but before he could say anymore a new guy had stepped up and rammed his cock in him and started to pound away taking my buddies breath away. He was trying to tell the guy to stop but could only moan and then looked and moaned more when he saw this guy had a tat also. I just stepped back as my buddies eyes almost rolled up in his head and he was starting to stroke his cock as he groaned deeply.

Part V As my new buddy finished the kiss and got up, I could feel his cock pull out of my ass and it looked like another guy was stepping forward also. At this point I passed out again. When I finally woke up I was a little off my bearings of where I was at for a bit and then turning over to my side I realized I was laying on a cot and remembered I had had too much to drink and had passed out as my new buddy and his friend were going to help me to this cot to lay down for a bit. It must have been more than a bit though as it was now dark out. There were lights on an I looked at my watch and hells bells it was just past 9 at night. I had been out a good 5 hours. Damn, I had to get up and as I sat up my bud came walking up and asked how I was doing? I asked him why he had let me sleep so long and he said they had tried 3 or 4 times to get me up but couldn't so gave up. I though oh hell got to never drink in the daytime again. My clothes were stacked neatly on a chair at the foot of the cot. I sat up to reach for them and it hit me that my ass sure was sore for some reason. I looked around and both tables and the sling were busy again. I just shook my head and reache for my things. There were 5 or 6 guys standing around talking. I wasn't paying much attention but overheard some while I sat there trying to get my bearings more to get dressed. The little I picked up was something about a guy who had been in the sling, real cum dump, out of it, probably going to be poz soon (whatever that meant), must have taken 30 or 35 loads(whatever that meant too). My new bud came by again and the guy who had grabbed my ass too. Told them my legs were still mighty rubbery for some reason, which got a laugh out of the guy. My bud gave him a look of some kind and he stopped though. We just sat there for a bit and talked about nothing really for a bit. Then one of the guys who had been standing around talking came over. I looked up and he stuck his hand out and I reached out and we shook hands and he said something weird about me being his hero as he didn't think he could handle as many. He then turned and walked off. I just sat there and stared at him wondering what the hell he was talking about. My bud and the other guy both had huge grins on their faces. I had no idea what was going on but was starting to think someone was pulling one on me or something but couldn't figure it out. I tried standing again and made it to my feet finally. I grabbed my shorts to pull them on and as I bent over to step into them I all at once felt something wet on my ass and as I straightened up a veritable gusher seemed to come out of my ass. I quickly stepped aside away from the cot thinking I had all of a sudden developed the damn dreaded runs or diarrhea. As I looked down I noticed that was not what it was though. It seemed to be wet and even somewhat white in appearance. I stuck a finger in it to see and it was sticky and slippery at the same time. I lifted my finger to my nose and sniffed it and it had very little odor but one I know I had smelled before but couldn't place it. I then got real brave and stuck my tongue out and tasted it too. Still wasn't sure what it was but had a familiar taste to it also. I was at a loss. I looked up and my bud and the other guy were both trying not to laugh. I told them "Okay, now let me in on the joke, guys. What were you up to while I was out?" "You don't remember anything?" my bud asked, as he reached over, grabbed a towel and threw it to me to wipe off with as the liquid was oozing down my thighs. "No, nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I have no idea what's going on, but it sure is a mess," I answered. "Don't worry - I've seen it before," by bud answered. I wiped off and then finally was able to get my shorts on. I sat down again and as I did I heard a loud moan and looked up to see the guy in the sling being apparently filled again and loving it. As I looked my mind cleared a bit and I then remembered the fall earlier onto the table with the other guy falling on top of me. It was a little fuzzy but then it seemed like something happened. I then remembered something at my butt and yes, something wet and feeling good. I then remembered that whatever it had been felt so good I had a hardon like crazy. I looked up and both guys were grinning again. I was starting to remember things a little but foggy. I told them I must have had a hell of a dream. They both in unison told me to tell them about it. So I told them what I had remembered so far and as I was telling it I remembered more. I remember the guy having his fingers in my hole and then pulling them out and something larger going in and then in and out making my cock harder than hell. I then remember him pulling away from me and then a blank for a bit. Then it seemed I had woke up on the cot but my arms and legs were bound somehow and my buddy was between my legs then. I told them I seemed to be able to feel something going in and out of my hole again and my buddy apparently doing it. I then remember seeing a mirror and being able to see his cock going in and out of my ass. Then it felt so good my own cock started erupt and my buddy seemet to be done about the same time. I said wow what a dream. I then said there seemed to be a blank but every so often I had a vision of another guy and another guy between my legs for quite some time. I shook my head to clear out some more cobwebs but really couldn't think of anything else till I woke up a little bit ago. I said being around you gay guys sure made my imagination run wild in my sleep. They both were laughing like crazy as I stood up and pulled on my shirt. My sore as again seemed to be seeping fluids and I quickly pulled my shorts down and grabbed the towel again just a huge blob of stuff came out. I wiped it up and sat down again wondering what the hell was going on. Just then another guy came walking up and as I looked up he was asking my new buddy how I was doing and had they filled me in on how many cocks I had had in me yet? My mouth dropped open at that and I said what, what, what is he talking about. I couldn't even hardly talk it was such a shock what he had said. He said oh, sorry I thought they had told you already and turned and beat a hasty retreat. I looked from my buddy to the other guy. They both kind of looked down and the other guy said he had told me about that nice looking ass of mine might be trouble. He went on to tell me that when I had fallen on the table and him on top of me it was just too much for him and he had dived down and started to rim my ass and it had tasted so sweet he couldn't stop himself and soon had his fingers in my hole and then it was really too much and he had then stood up and in the heat of the moment and me moaning like crazy had fucked me and blew his load in me deep. I just sat and stared. I said I thought that was a dream. He kind of chuckled then and said it was dreamy anyway and a virgin hole had about driven him nuts with how good it felt.

Quinn's response caused my cock, which was already impossibly hard, to jerk and spit in his ass. The 'monster' had claimed me, and I just had to plant as much of my toxic seed in his ass as I could. Afterwards we lay there and I continued to stir my cock in the juices bottled-up inside his ass. Groggily, he lay there, moaning as I picked-up tempo. I slid into him making sure I bottomed-out, getting all of my eight inches in as deeply as possible. Each time I hilted-up Quinn let out a gasp and moan which I took to be born somewhat in pleasure and more so in pain. I reasoned he had been somewhat torn-up by what happened at his Mom's place, and what I had been doing to him. The thought of what that bastard 'John' did to Quinn infuriated me and adding to my fury was that his mother allowed it to happen, even condoned it, labeling Quinn a bad child when Quinn told her he didn't want some fat ugly man to fuck him! Unconsciously I drove my cock even harder into Quinn, pounding his ass in my anger, and not until he whimpered did I realize what I was doing. "Ahhh Jason, it hurts, please take it easy." I tried to, but it was too late: my cock was in his ass and it was in charge. I knew I was hurting him, and a part of me I wanted to stop, but but I couldn't. I drove my dick deep inside his ass, slid my arms up his side, hooking his legs, and positioning them up to my shoulders. Once they were securely in place, I reached under him, pulling his body upwards, so he was somewhat on his shoulders, then I straighten my legs, which caused my cock to slide out most the way, and then I dropped my hips onto Quinn. He cried-out as I hit bottom and tried to wiggle away, but I had control of his body, and was determined to reach as far into his ass as was possible. "Shh shh baby its ok we're almost there." I can feel it in my balls, they were tightening-up, getting ready to eject their load into Quinn's fertile ass. My cock was expanding and lengthening, getting ready to fire. "Are you ready, baby? I'm going to breed you again. This is what we both want." Quinn whimpered and I honestly couldn't tell if it was from the pain or in agreement, but the sound makes my nuts fire. I could feel my semen racing down my cock, my semen and the virus it carried racing to find an opening, a crack in Quinn's defenses, a crack in defenses through which it could lodge itself and grow, merging with him, infecting him making him one of us, one with us. I captured his lips with mine as I spewed my load into his ass, trying to kiss the pain away, to distract him. I released my lock on his shoulders and cradled his head, pulling him to my mouth. My balls contracted one last time, sending one last charged spurt of cum into my lover, trying to get as much toxin into him as my body could produce. Rolling the two of us over onto our sides, I released his legs, although I still kept him tucked into a ball against my chest. "You did great love. I know it hurt and I love you so much for allowing me to do this with you. Just rest now babe." "I love you too Jason" Quinn said, his fingers tracing my tattoo. We cuddled and dozed, my cock still lodged in his tight ass. *********************************************************** Quinn Butt fucking, gawd, my ass felt like it was on fire, but I knew this was would happen when I submitted to Jason - when I made up my mind to be completely his, and let him fill me up with his HIV. As much as I love him, (and the sex has been absolutely amazing), I was just as glad that he had stopped for a while as my ass and my balls both needed a break. I could feel Jason finally softening up inside me but as tightly as he had entrapped my waiste with his legs, I didn't think his cock would ever come all the way out. Which as okay: at least he wasn't pounding me and ripping my hole open. "Love," I said, "can we please take a break now? I'm not sure I can take much more." "Sure, baby, sure. I'm sorry I hurt you." "I know it's ok." With that, Jason very slowly and gently pulls his thick cock from my ass. As it popped-out and the air hit my hole, I couldn't help but hiss. "Oh damn," and murmured as I lay there, panting, "oh, fuck, that hurts so good." "I'm sorry, love. Just roll onto your stomach and stay like that. I'll be right back." Jason disentangled himself from me and went into the bathroom. I heard the water flowing, and I figured he was cleaning-up. Soon I heard him returning, and, looking over my shoulder, I saw he was approaching me, carrying a wash cloth. He placed the cool cloth on my check and gently washed first the right side, then skipping over my crack he washed the left, and then very gently worked his way inwards spreading the cool cloth over my ravaged ass. Even as gentle as he was, it still stung a bit, but the coolness was refreshing. Afterwards Jason leaned over and kissed me between my shoulder blades, then up the back of my neck, over to my shoulder and up to my ear where he murmured "Hey." "Hmm." "How about we go back to the front room, cuddle on the couch, have some some Chinese food, and watch some movies? Sound like a plan to you?" "Yeah, I could go with that." "Awesome" he breathed into my ear. I turned my head, and we looked at each other. Then I leaned forward and kissed him, saying "I could get used to that." He smiled in reply, murmuring "Yeah, me too." Straightening-up, Jason offered me a help, I rolled over, took his hand, and gingerly stood-up, only to fall again into his arms. He tucked my head beneath his chin and enveloped me with his body. I felt so safe with him. I could feel his breath on my hair, I could hear his heart beat in his chest and I could sense just how much he loved me and that this is where I belonged. Finally he straightened-up, released me, but simultaneously taking my hand and intertwining his fingers with mine. As we walked-down hallway, we couldn't help but grin and giggle as we passed the laundry closet. "That was one of my better ideas." "Yeah. I think I can agree. That was pretty amazing." "The movies are under the TV. Pick-out something and I'll get us some plates" and he heads into the kitchen. Stepping into the living room I finally looked around. Jason had great taste. Everything seemed to work together. Living like I had with my Mom, I really don't know if anything of his was expensive, but to my inexperienced it seemed to be. There was, however, one thing which I knew to be expensive and that was the 65" flat screen TV mounted on the wall. I swear it was wider then my room was at the trailer park. Underneath it was a long movie case with seemingly hundreds of DVD's. Opening the glass door, I began to sift through them, noting he had everything from animations to zombies, comedy to horror. 'Geez where do I begin?' I thought. About then Jason entered the room carrying some plates, and he asked "Find anything yet?" "Oh my gawd. Are you kidding? Where do I start?" Jason looked at me, curiosity written plainly on his face, and then, realizing, perhaps, that I had perhaps seen virtually none of the movies, he grinned a bit sheepishly "Ah well, I entertain my friends' two daughters from time to time, and then there is 'Guys night' and 'Girls night'...." "Ahhhh, 'Girls night???'" "Well, yeah. Laura and I hang out and watch the sappy romantics that Tim won't watch, then Tim and I will watch the horror movies that Laura doesn't like, so yeah, I have got a ton of movies." Suddenly I felt insecure. I didn't know these people, what inwardly speculated 'They don't know me and they probably won't like me. No one in this town has ever liked me but Jason. What if they convince him that I'm to young for him or that I'm too stupid or that I'm just a worthless whore and he should run me off? I was afraid of these people who I had never met. "Quinn?" "Yeah?" "What's wrong, baby?" "What if.... What if they don't like me?" I quietly asked, "what if they don't approve of me?" "Well, Tim already likes you." "Huh?" "Tim is my boss and friend. He's the one who set us up in the extra room at the office, and provided the supplies and drinks for your studies." "Oh." "And Laura is his wife, and they have two daughters, Stacy and Isabel. All of them are the nicest of people, and like just about everyone, so you'll be just fine, hon." "Are they going to be ok with us?" "It may take them some time to get used to the idea, but pretty soon they'll treat you just like one of the family." "Ok. Well, if you say so." "I do say so. Now, choose your food, grab a seat and I'll pick a movie. Do you have any idea what you'd like to watch?" "Whatever you want is fine." "Quinn, at least give me a hint of what you'd like," gesturing at the kajillion movies in the cabinet. "Oh, I don't know something funny? Something..., Oh, just whatever." A grin crossed Jason's face "'Something ..., Oh whatever'? And just want kind of whatever is it you're afraid to ask?" I could feel my face starting to blush and my ears went beet red, so I quickly turned, grabbed a plate and started going through the food choices. Jason, however, wouldn't let me off the hook that easily, as approaching me, he leaned-in close and asked "Were you thinking maybe something..., maybe a little romantic?" as he batted his lashes at me. I couldn't help but laugh "Yeah, kinda." "Okay. How about funny and romantic. Will that work?" "Yeah, I'd like that." We spend the rest of the evening laughing and crying through a number of movies. I was never before so happy. I was warm, comfortable, and had a wonderful man who made me laugh, cry and feel safe. At some point during the night we fell asleep on the couch, curled up against one another. As far as I was concerned, life was perfect.

Jason I'm so livid I can barely control myself. The only thing keeping me from hunting down that guy and Quinn's mother is Quinn's need of me right now. How anyone could do that, how anyone could allow and consent to that being done to their own child is beyond me. I pour Quinn into the passenger seat, toss his pack into back so I can belt him in and rush around to get in the drivers side. Starting the engine I floor it and the car takes off like a bat out of hell. I'm racing through the mobile park my only thought is to get Quinn home and safe. Just as we are leaving the park to turn on the main road I see Quinn's mother and sure enough she spots us as well. She starts to walk towards my car, but stops after looking at my eyes, instead she just smiles and waves. Fucking bitch I think to myself and pull onto the main road gunning the engine to get Quinn home. He's shaking uncontrollably and he's got the sup-subs and can't seem to stop. I'm really starting to get worried. Ten minutes later I'm pulling into the driveway and he's not any better in fact he's worse. His face is all red and he now has the hiccups. I bail out of the drives seat, run around my car, practically tearing the door off getting it open, unbuckle Quinn and quickly grab him and run to the house. I'm trying to juggle Quinn and get my house keys, finally I just stand him on his feet, keeping my arm around him and get the house key and get us in. My poor Quinn is about to shake himself apart and is all glassy eye'd like he's in shock. I pick him up again and run for the bathroom. Dumping him in the shower I shock him with a blast of cold water. He jerks around and finally seems to come to, so I immediately turn the hot water on and bring the temperature back up, and get in with him and hold him tight against my chest. He's still shaking but not as bad and his hiccups and tears have stopped. I just hold him for a few more but he seem so despondent. I'm trying to think, trying to come up with a plan to break though, and suddenly I know what to do. I turn us so that his back his facing the shower spray and I reach over for the shampoo. Getting a generous amount I start to wash and massage Quinn's hair, running my fingers through is hair, gently messaging his scalp. Then I wrap an arm around his waist and with my other hand I gently tilt him back so that his head is in the water. He blinks as a few drops splash his face, and his eyes seem to focus a bit more and he looks at me. I smile down and him and then lean forward and devour his lips. I breath a deep sigh of relief when I feel Quinn's arms reach up and cross over my neck and he begins to kiss me back. "Hey baby, welcome back I missed you. Next time you go on a vacation take me with you okay?" Quinn starts crying again but its a more relaxed sound and without the shaking, its more like he's just letting something go. "Okay" he nods his head. I turn Quinn back around and set him on the bench, turning around I switch the nob around to bath, hit the lever to stop up the drain then turn back around . I remove my sneakers and then quickly shuck the rest of my clothing tossing them in the sink. Then I kneel down and start to undress Quinn. I gently remove his shoes, then his shirt and set them on the rug, now comes the hard part I'm afraid that removing his sweat bottoms might set him off after what just happened. I look up at his face and he's still with me. "Hey baby I don't want to upset you but you look really funny in my shower with your cloths on, mind if I take these off and I gently tug on the legs of his pants. He looks down and me and a very small grin crosses his face. "Well I guess almost removing a man's balls with a knife would make you bad so ya I think you've meet the requirements to do that." I stretch my arms forward, wrap them around his waist and pull him from the bench to my lap, the sweatpants completely forgotten. "Love I'd do anything for you. You know that right?" "Yeah I kind of figured that out today." I kiss him tenderly and deeply then patting his butt I motion for him to stand. "Ugh that's hard on the legs" I say as I unfold them out from under me and then squat on my heals. I grab the sweats by the waist band and pull them down revealing Quinn's gorgeous butt in pair of my backless underwear. "OH NICESS" I can't help but say and set the pants on the bench. "Hmm you like" "OH very much so" I turn him around to get a better view and notice some red streaks in the crease of his ass. I have to take a deep breath to keep my temper. "You okay" He's looking down over his shoulder at me. "OH yeah just loving the view" I don't want to bring back the memory of the event so try to cover up my reaction. "I think I'll enjoy these a lot more later though I'm a little wiped out at the moment. Hey baby hand me the body wash okay." Quinn reaches behind him and over my head to hand me to soap. I pour some into my hand, reach around Quinn and put the bottle on the bench. Rubbing my hands together I start at his ankles and slowly slide/wash my way up his legs. When I get to his butt I start at his hips and just run my hands down his cheeks being careful not to get to far into his crack. I want to get rid of the blood without him seeing and I don't want to hurt him anymore by scraping sensitive tissue. So I just start a washing circles on both checks and letting my thumbs gently wash away the traces of blood. The water level is getting pretty high now so I reach around and turn it off. "Okay hon let me turn around and you just slide down and relax against me and I can get the rest of you that way." "I still have underwear on" "Leave em you look hot" "I can wash myself." "Yeah I know but I need to do this right now and I think you need it as well." "Okay, yeah I think your right." He steps around me and I re-position myself. Quinn sits down in the water which causes him to hiss and his eyes widen when it touches his hole. I put my arms around his chest and pull him against me tucking my chin in the space between his head and shoulder. "Its okay love it will stop in just a sec" I then distract him by nibbling on his earlobe. Soon he starts relax against me and I lean back against the raised bench of the tub. My head bumps the body wash and knocks it into the water. I grab the floating bottle, open the top and pour a little onto Quinn's chest. "Hey that's cold you know" "OH, I don't think you'll get frostbit from it" I chuckle. I snap the lid shut and then start to rub my hands though the soap and all across his chest. I let my fingers circle around his small nipples and just gently brush over the top of them. Quinn tilts his head back and looks at me. "Can I have a kiss?" he says smiling at me. "You sir, can have anything you want." "Anything" he says rather seriously "Anything" babe "Okay but for now I just want a kiss." I slide a bit to one side and tuck him into my arm and he tilts his head and we kiss. Its soft, tender and very full of need. Not just his need to know that someone loves him but my need to know that he's still mine and he's going to be alright. As we kiss I hug him to me. Finally I break our lip lock and kiss his check then his ear, down to his neck and shoulder. Quinn moans softly and leans into each kiss. I notice that he's starting to get aroused by the growing bulge in the underwear, Lord knows I am, but I also know this isn't the time. Not yet to soon and he's hurt. "Okay baby, why don't you just relax in here for a bit more, I'm going to shove all these wet cloths into the wash and call for Chinese and have them deliver lunch and dinner cause I'm not feeling like cooking at all today." Quinn sits up so I can slide out. I step out and then reach in for the pants on the bench and the cloths on the rug. I can't help myself and I wring them out over his head. "HEY!" he sputters as water splashes into his mouth, then starts splashing water at me. "No no no, water has to stay in the shower" and I dance back out of the way. "You cheat!" "Yep damn right I do." I grin and walk back over to Quinn. I lean in and kiss him on the head, he flicks some water at me <like I didn't see that coming>, so of course I lean over and hit a button on the bench. The jets on the side of the tub shoot out a blast of cold water before warming up and of course the turbulence of the water splashes water all over Quinn's face. I quickly grab the cloths in the sink and move for the door calling back "I told you I cheat!" I hear some inarticulate words coming from the bathroom and figure I probably don't want to know what they are and grin to myself. I reach the laundry closet and remember that Quinn's cloths are in the dryer. Was it really just last night that he showed up at my door? Damn it seems like its been forever so much has happened. Quinn "Lousy stinking cheater!" I yell at my retreating lover. Lover, wow, this awesome man is my lover. Not sure how all this happened but we went from friends straight to lovers and skipped the whole boyfriend thing. And you know what? That's just fine with me. I'm happy with him and at this point I'm pretty positive he's happy with me. The look on his face as he held that knife to John's nuts should scare the hell out of me but it actually makes me grin and just a little turned on. Okay more then a little. Its arousing to have someone that loves you so much that he'd do that to someone. "Mental note to self. Do NOT make Jason really mad" I think to myself but I'm not really afraid as I know he would never hurt me no matter what. But Heaven help anyone else that does. I lean into one of the jets and let it beat against my back, it feels so good and I just want to lay here in the tub forever. I take the underwear off and wad them up and tuck them behind my head to use as a pillow and close my eyes. I must have dozed off cause I feel Jason lips against my eyelids first one then the other then my forehead. "Hey they say some guys get sexy as they get older but if you prune up much more I'm gonna have to trade you in" "OH well at least my wrinkles are from sitting in the water to long what's your excuse OLD MAN," Jason clutches both hands over his heart and staggers back. "OUCH that hurts." "Well they say you hurt the ones you love." I snicker. "I'll remember that" Jason retorts "Yeah sure you got old timers you'll forget as soon as you close your eyes" "Evil child" "You taught me well" "Ok Ok I give" and Jason is laughing while holding his hands up in surrender. "Food's here. I should have asked if you like Chinese, hope you do, and I ordered a bunch of different stuff since I wasn't sure what you'd like." "I love Chinese and I like it all so we're good." "Excellent then get your tired wrinkled ass out of the tub and come eat" and then he runs down the hall. "YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO HAVE THE LAST WORD DON'T YOU! "YES!" "Bitch" "Thank you for the compliment" "I'm never going to win this one" "About time you figure that out" "Okay Okay I give" I laugh "Good thing I got plenty more" I just shake my head and giggle getting out of the tub. I'm look in the mirror and see that I've got one hell of a black eye that covers half of the right side of my face. I had better check to see how bad I've been torn up. Mom's set me up with some rough men but nothing like this. No I think to myself that bitch is not my mother, Dina, as set me up with some real assholes but this guy was the worst. I slide my finger carefully between my check and press against my ass. Its sore and tender but I've had worse. I glance at my finger and notice there's just a smidgen of blood but nothing to be worried about. Well at least he was clean so I don't have to worry about anything. OH and it hits me again that I'm probably already infected. I still have time if I want to go see a Dr. and I know Jason would still want me either way. So I could have it all without the hiv. But then I wouldn't have Jason's DNA in me. I know its silly but the thought of him always being a part of me, being inside me is reassuring. Suddenly I'm sure what I want and the thought is already making me hard. I walk back to the tub and grab the underwear and slip them back on. Being wet they cling and mold around my body clearing showing my arousal. But cock is working its way up to full mast. I head down the hall to the front room and Jason is sitting on the couch near the tv, opposite the one he folded out for me last night. He's in running shorts and wife beater and looks hot as hell, with an open box of Chinese in one hand, chop sticks in the other. hmm how convenient I think Jason looks up and see's that I'm wearing the underwear again and can clearly see my cock trying to burst through. I'm still not fully hard but the tip of my cock is just under the waistband. Jason's eyes get huge as his mouth falls open after a convulsive swallow. "Ahh hon shouldn't we wait a bit?" I walk over to him and take the food and sticks out of his hands. Then I turn my whole body around, bending at the waist so my butt is right in his face and put the food on the table top. I can feel Jasons breath on my ass as he exhales and I lean back a little more. Jason's hands roam up my leg, to my ass and spreads them. He blows on my injured ass and it stings a little but I expect it to hurt more in a bit. "Baby your still hurt, there's still some blood. Honey we should wait." "No this is the best time." At first he looks confused, then I can see on his face he understands what I mean. "Baby, you know there is still time for you to get medication. You have about 72 hours we can take you now or even in the morning." "Jason, you said you'd so anything for me right?" "Yes love but.." "But nothing. I've made up my mind. I want you to be in me forever. I need you to always be with me, I really need for you to breed me and make me yours." Jason is panting I can see his need warring with what he thinks is right. I lean back and push my ass right into his face. He groans loudly and his tongue starts circling my hole. Hands grab my cheeks and pull them apart to give the invading tongue better access. The tip of his tongue shoot right into my ass, probing me, opening me up. He darts, and flutters and seems to be touching everything around my hole and deep inside me as well. The sensation is unreal. I've heard about rimming but I only had one guy do it and only long enough to get me wet enough for him to push in. No one's ever done it with this much excitement or finesse. I have to steady myself by placing my hands on the table in front of me. "OH FUCK!" I'm practically screaming. "Hmm later" Now Jason stands up, turns me around and kisses me. He reaches around and grabs my ass and picks me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waste. Holding me up with one hand he reaches down and slides his cock out the top of his shorts and taps the tip of it over my ass. I can feel his toxic precum oozing over my torn tissues. His arm is starting to shake so he lets go of his cock and again grabs my cheeks, but now the head is tight up against my opening and he's got precum leaking like a facet all over it. He starts to carry me this way towards the bedroom, and with ever step his cock is pulsing against me and making me more slick. Gasping into his mouth "hon there's a bed right there" "Hhm hmph and there's one right over here" and he take another step down the hall and pushing the head of his dick into my ass and dripping more venom into me. We get to the laundry closet and he sets me on top of the washer. OMG! He just leans me back and just stands there with his cock head inside me while the washer churns me around it. The sensation is unreal. Neither of us is moving, yet both of us are panting like we running for our lives. Jason pulls his dick out and rests the tip against my quivering ass. As the washer churns his cock rotates around my opening almost going in but not quit driving me up the fucking wall. I feel a wetness dripping down the crack of my ass and I reach around with my hand and scoop some up with my fingers. Its really slick and I lick it and its his precum but it seems like there's a ton of it. I literally can feel it running down my crack. Jason start to push a bit more in and soon he has it up to the crown and amazingly there is very little pain. This man has super lube is all I can say. He leans forward more and I feel another inch of cock slide in and its getting a bit more painful as he gets pretty thick fast, but then I forget about it as he brings his face to mine and kisses me. The washer clicks and it stops which is just as well since I'm about ready to scream my head off. Jason holds still and we both seem to need to catch our breath which is pretty amazing since we really haven't done anything and there's still 6 more inches to go. "Wow always wanted to try that" he says. "You've never done that before? How did you know?" "We'll I've heard stories and thought it could be fun but have never really had anyone to try that with." I wrap my arm back around his neck as the washer starts to drain. "Can I ask you something?" "Of course" "How many guys have you been with?" "6" "6?! That's it!?!" "Yeah hon the last guy I was with was the one that infected me and I didn't want to do that to anyone else." I'm hit with a couple of realizations all at once. 1 I've slept with a hell of a lot more men the he has, 2 He's so afraid of infecting someone that he's been celibate till me and 3 I will be the only one with his dna. Before I can over analyze the washer clicks again and Jason leans forward and whispers "You ready?" "For?" I know he's not ready to cum yet so I confused as to what he means. Then the washer hits spin cycle. Its starts to rock and jump causing his cock to slide, twist and turn in my ass. "OH FUCK OH FUCK" I'm screaming as his cock is hitting every spot possible in my ass. I can feel Jason sliding deeper into me and its like his cock has to kiss and slime every part of my tunnel as it works its way deeper 1 inch then 2 inches more. Spreading his precum, his seed and his virus into every pore of my ass. I've never felt anything like this, never even dreamed that having a man inside me could feel this great. My cock has long since escaped its confinement and is leaving a trail of its own across our stomachs. As the washer moves us around my cock is sliding all around, my foreskin rubbing back and forth across my glands. I can't stand the stimulation any longer. "Oh My GOD I'm CUMING!" and just as my cock spurts its first shot onto our stomachs Jason lunges and shoves the last 4 inches in all at once. Rushing right though my second opening. The pain is intense and I can feel my ass tearing open inside and out but it all just seems to meld into my orgasm and the pain and the pleasure all become one. Jason is swiveling his hips and rotating his cock inside me working me through my orgasm, working his cock and precum all through me. "Sorry love but we needed to tear you up a bit more to make sure you take. If I didn't knock you up before you will be by the end of tonight." My cock jerks at what he's saying and even though I've just shot I'm more then ready for more. "Promise" I gasp as the washer make a rather sudden jump. "Oh yeah" and he jerks his cock inside me and I know he's poring more of his toxic lube in my ass. Then he starts to long dick me. He pulls so far back that I can feel him lubing up the outside of my hole then he slowly slides the full length steadily till his pubic hairs are pushed up against my ass. I trust up to get as much as I can into me. He pulls back again and I hear myself whimper at the loss. I'm becoming completely focused on Jason thick cock sliding in and out of me. I don't ever want it to end then Jason picks me up again and starts to walk us into the bedroom with his cock buried deep in me. Each step causes me to see stars between the pain of him having shoved so hard through my second opening. I know he's torn me up there. "Ok can't get the angle I want so we'll finish this up in here" and with that he flops us both onto the bed which cause him to first slide almost completely out then when he lands on top of me punches right though into my deepest parts as he pins my body to the bed with his cock. "OH fuck" the pain on that one has bought tears to my eyes and I automatically try to scoot up and away from him. "I know baby it hurts and there will be some more pain but I'm going to make this more pleasure then pain. But we got a job to do" and then he angle himself up slightly and slides his dick back and right across my prostate. My cock jumps and out shoots some precum from my dick. "Hmm yes now that's the angle I wanted. Baby do you know how hot it is to see you shoot like that when I do this?" and he shoves back in at that same angle and hits my sweet spot like a battering ram. My cock shoots out even my precum and I'm shaking my head from side to side. Jason pulls back so that he's resting right on my prostate and starts his short quick jabs that he know's drives me insane. "Oh Fuck Oh god" I grab his ass trying to pull him in deeper but he has complete control and wont move any more then his short jabs. I change tactics and grab his shoulders and try to leverage my ass up but he's figure out what I'm trying to do and has his hands grabbing my hips and holding me right where he wants me. "What's wrong baby need more." "OH my gawd yes more please Jason give me more!" "Okay hon" And then he does..but not much more. Now instead of just "tapping" my prostate its feels like he's only rubbing the head of his dick over it. Its more but not enough. "OH fuck Jason your fucking killing me FUCK ME!" "I will hon" I'm experiencing the most intense torture I could ever imagine. He's keeping me on the verge of not enough and to much. Hitting my sweet spot is sending jolts like electricity all through my body yet he's not moving enough to push me over the top. I can't hold still and I'm squirming all over the bed alternating between trying to get away and trying to impale myself further. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. Trying to distract myself I notice he still has his wife beater on. Gravity makes it gap in front and I can barely make out his tattoo. The bio-hazard one. The hiv one. I reach down and pull his shirt up. "Skin I must feel your skin" I gasp out. He stops for a second to help me lift his shirt up and that's when I strike. I dig my heals into his ass and shove his pole all the way inside me at the same time I wrap my hands around his back and pull his chest to me and plant my lips right on his tattoo. IIt only takes a split second for all this to register with Jason and then he lets out a groan and I can feel his huge thick cock spreading its toxic load deep inside me. Jason's hips start to buck and he's pulling all the way out and slamming back in. His cock is making sure to tear me up every way it can and then to coat the wounds with its toxic spit. After about the 3rd thrust my body overloads and I'm shooting my second load and oh my god its 100 times more powerful then the first one. I'm overloaded with sparks, flames my body is fucking encompassed and overflowing with the power of my orgasm. I trusting up to meet Jason and then pulling away and thrusting again. I can't seem to get enough of his cock, and this virus laden seed. My body has to have it. Finally I cant seem to shoot any more and there are spots swimming around my eyes. Finally I just close my eyes and drown in it all.