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I was pretty twink-y looking for being in my early 30s. I got everything handed to me in life, but I still only wanted one thing: to party with dangerous guys. I had been talking to this somewhat older guy online, and he was poz. Something deep within me stirred, and my dick got harder than ever before. He asked me if I wanted to come over and party with him. Hell yeah! I was never one to turn down a party. I got to his house, and saw he was smoking a pipe. There was a small pile of crystals near him. "Do you really wanna party?" he asked. I had never done meth before, but I was willing to try anything. I smoked some from the pipe, and I immediately got warm and fuzzy. Daddy grinned at me. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself. Wanna have even more fun?" he asked. I nodded enthusiastically. Daddy stripped naked, and I quickly followed suit. His cock was massive, and I immediately wanted to take all of it. I laid back on the couch with my legs in the air. I was so fucking high, I completely forgot about his status. He slowly slid his dick up my ass, and I felt better than I ever had before in my life. "Oh Fuck Yes Daddy, fuck my tight twink boi hole." I moaned. Daddy grinned at me and gave me another meth hit. "You know I'm positive" Daddy warned. My dick instantly betrayed me and got harder than ever before. "Looks like you want it anyways" Daddy teased. He gave me another hit. "Fuck yes Dad, fuck everything, I really want you to poz me!" I said loudly. "Oh yeah, you're nothing but a retarded faggot bugchaser now boi" Daddy said. I nodded. "Fuck me up forever Daddy. Give me your gift. I want my freedom to take all loads. Give me HIV!" I said. "You're going to get my death cum in your butt, and you will die from AIDS" Daddy warned. My dick just got harder. "I don't care! Kill me with your cum Dad!" I yelled. Daddy pounded me hard. "I Love having a junkie faggot son that begs for conversion. I'm going to bring you into the brotherhood." Daddy said. Suddenly Daddy's thrusting changed. "Son, I have a special surprise for you. I need to piss like crazy. I'm going to fucking give you my chem piss in your butt." Daddy warned. "Oh, FUCK YES DAD, PEE IN MY BUTT!!!" I screamed. "I'm fucking peeing, I'm peeing deep inside your butt! I'm filling up your guts with my chem piss!" Daddy exclaimed. I felt the hot liquid filling my ass and tummy, and I Loved it. I felt higher than I ever did before. I was literally getting higher off of Dad's pee in my butt. I was completely braindead except for rhe need to get pozzed. "GIVE ME AIDS!!! I WANT AIDS!!!" I screamed. I was totally tweaking out for death cum. Daddy grinned. "That's my stupid fucking faggot boi, so desperate for Dad's poison cum." Daddy was close. "Here it comes bitch, TAKE MY AIDS LOAD FAGGOT!!!" Daddy yelled. "GIVE ME AIDS!!!" I screamed. Daddy howled with pleasure and I felt his dick spasming deep inside my butt, shooting ropes and ropes of death cum flooding my guts. "I can see the negativity leave your eyes boi. You're mine forever now." Daddy said. "YES SIR!" I responded obediently. In no time, I tested positive. I was the happiest twink ever. The End

Growing up I didn't know my father he had left my slut mom before I was born. Growing up with my mom was challenging to say the least bjt it's did give me a chance to learn to appreciate cock. I ended up bi not gay I ended up getting a girl pregnant and we married .luckily my wife doesn't only not mind me being with other men but enjoys seeing mr getting fucked by them. I was in my mid twenties when I finally met my father. I knie many people will think this is weird but after hearing my mom talk about what sex with my dad had been like several times i har a deep desire to experience it myself. To my fortune not only waw my dad bi he was also very kinky and on the day after our first meeting I found myself facedown byured in my pillow as he pounder me with his rather unique cock. We didn't see each other all that often in the following years but every time we did i ended up letting him use me. He was every bit as good a lover as my mom had said but he was also one of the few men that I let take me bare as he refused to wear condoms A few years ago his dislike o condoms came back to haunt him as he tested positive after a trip to Vegas. He went on neds and was soon undetectable and the next time we saw each other I didn't hesitate to let him fuck me. It all changed again a few months ago my dad was going to ve on a trip to L.A while i was going to be there on business and thought it would ve nice to surprise him as my son was coming with me as a graduation gift it should be even better as they had never met. When we got to the house my dad was staying he actually answered the door in only a towel and was indeed surprised to see us. Though he happily invited us in. As I introduced my son my dad let the towel fall loose revealing his body. He is in his mid fifties but has the body of a man half his age.with toned muscles and tanned skin. His most distinctive feature is his cock even semi hard as he was it was distinctive. It's long a bit over twelve inches but thin just a bit thicker than one large magic marker and when it was hard i was very very hard and veiny. My son actually blushed a little seeing his grandfather like that but he also could keep from looking but then neither could I. Dad was happy to see us and said it was a good surprise but when I reached down to play with his cock when we hugged he stepped a back and said we needed to talk. I asked what room my son would have and sent him to find it so dad and I could talk. Once alone I could see dad was uncomfortable. After a few minutes he told me thjs wasn't just a normal business trip for him in fact wasn't about business at all. He told me that he had stopped his meds just over a month before and had come to L.A to see how many guys he could breed and knock up. So far in the week and a half he had been in town he had already bread 7 guys and he even had another that was going to be coming over very soon that's why he had just taken a shower. I was more than a little shocked not only of what he was doing but his he was so calm and straight forward about it. Getting HIV had always been my biggest fear I had always gone to any length to be safe onmy letting a handful of men i really really trusted fuck me bareback even though I love it. Unfortunately I had a bad reaction to prep so I still had to use condoms almost all the time. That men were not only not worried about it but would come to my dad knowing he would poz him was shocking to me I couldn't imagine doing that. After we talked a bit more I went to find the room I'd be staying in and my son and I decided to go out to dinner so that dad would have the place free for when his friend showed up. We had a good time and I even told my son what dad had told me about why he was in town and I coukd see my son was as shocked as I was. But we were both tired for the day and flight and needed to go back to dads place for some sleep we had been gone for a few hours so we figured dad and his friend should be done by then. When we got there we saw we were right the man who had been coming up to the house was gone but we saw another guy had come over and was kissing dad on the couch. I didn't get a great look at him but coukd see he was young nearly as young as my son and very handsome in a fem way and I couldn't believe a guy like him had come to my dad to be deliberately pozzed The room I would be staying in was right next to my dads and as I was settling into the bed I heard my dad and his most recent friend go into his room. The rooms walls were just thin enough that I could hear almost everything. My dad is always very vocal during sex and so was his current playmate. As I lay there listening I found myself getting hard and I don't know what I found hotter the guy begging almost bleeding for my dads toxic seed or hearing my dad telling him what he was going to do to him and found myself jerking off as I listened. I ended up cumming as I heard my dad tell him to get ready for his load and shot a huge load same time as dad did. The next day we spent some time together and my son started ti get to know his grandfather but that night we had to make ourselves scarce again as he had another friend comming over. I again found myself listening through the wall as I heard him poz the third guy in less than two days and again I couldn't help bet jerk off as I listened. But this time as I fell asleep I found myself thinking about it being me he just cummed in The next morning when I woke up I was still a little groggy and was stretching out on the bed when I heard my dad in the next room he was asking if someone was sure this is what they wanted I heard a quieter voice murmer something in relpy. I was surprised he had had another friend come by so early but felt my cock start to get hard as I got ready to hear my dad knock up another guy. I started to rub my cock as it stiffened waiting to hear them begin when I heard a gasp telling me dad had as usual just jammed his cock all the way in from the start then I heard something that made me freeze. Through the wall I heard " oh fuck grandpa that hurts" I couldn't belive what I was hearing my son is gay sure but he had only done anal once and that was just a short time before with a guy he knew very well being scared of STDs was one of the main reasons he hadn't done more and here he was letting my poz dad fuck him. When I realized what was happening i got pissed and was starting to get up to stop them when I heard my dad start to co.fort him and I froze again. And just listened as dad went from comforting to the more aggressive man I knew I knew i should go stop them what my son was doing would drastically change his whole life . But as I heard him start asking dad for more and harder I realized I wouldn't try to stop anything. This time I couldn't just sit in my room and listen I had to see what was happening so I left my room and walked to my dads door. The door was open and I saw them on the bed their backs were slightly turned from me but I could see my dad behind my son who was on his knees his face pressed into the mattress and dad was delivering hard long strokes pulling his long cock almost all the way out before ramming it back in hard. My son was moaning softly and grunting while me dad was becoming more vocal. He has always been into talking dirty and degrading the guys he fucked. As I stood there watching he was calling my son a little fag and bitch among other things. I kept rubbing my cock as i leaned against the door watching them fuck l. After a few minutes my dad told him he was about to cum and would knock him up. For sure I expected my son to panic at that point and ask him to stop or pull out instead he practically begged for my dad to poz him. Then with a load grunt I coukd tell my dad had stared to cum his dick buried deep in my boy tight ass and I saw my son staring to cum hands free at the same time. Part 2 coming soon

Quickies! 1) I love riding ferries and never pass up the chance, the fact this one was free for seniors made it a must. We were about to board it to cross a harbour from one city to another. I knew I would need to relieve my bladder before being out on the water. The public washroom was just off a small food court. From inside I could hear conversational voices without picking up on the details. There were eight urinals, and I chose one on the end in the corner. As my stream started flowing, I sensed someone approach from behind. He had lots to choose from but chose the one right beside me. Of course I looked. He was stroking a medium sized cock to hardness. Before I even thought to edit my words, I blurted “Blow job, or fuck?” His response was resolute, “Fuck.” I headed toward the handicapped stall and on second thought decided on the closest stall to the door. Silly on my part really, but I thought the bigger stall would be too obvious. As I released my belt and dropped my commando shots I could hear the buzz from the food court over my racing heart. He closed and locked the door, then grabbed my hardening cock and planted a kiss on my mouth. I enjoyed this intimate act for a brief second and brock the lip lock. In one voice, we both said; “This needs to be quick.” Then we laughed together. “My wife is waiting.” He confessed. ‘My husband.” I abbreviated and turned to offer my bare ass. As I hoarcked up some flehm and fingered it into my hole he asked, “Do you have a condom?” “Nope, no need.” I encouraged. “I won’t last log then.” He confessed. With more flehm I moistened his hard on and aimed it at my eager hole. He nudged on in. It gave me that wonderful ‘start of a fuck’ pain! I pushed on back ‘til he was all the way in. He was already breeding me. “Fuuuccckkkk, sorry bud.” He lamented. “Nothing to be sorry about my friend. We both got everything we wanted and needed.” I reassured. I waited a short minute after he left. The buzz in the food court made me smile as I exited the washroom. I saw him with his wife. Then I saw my husband. It seemed neither were aware their partner just had a raw quicky. I kept my butt cheeks tight as we boarded the ferry and savored the strangers load in my gut for the rest of the afternoon. 2) I noticed two young handsome Somali guys as we waited to catch another ferry back across the harbour later that same afternoon. It wasn’t obvious but I thought one of them gave me a knowing smile. Could he smell the semen I was carrying in my ass? The four of us stood on the upper outside deck for the crossing. My husband’s back was to them, and I was on an angle so could glance at them without appearing too obvious. It became clear that I was being cruised when the one that had smiled started subtly stroking the crotch of his jeans. A nice bulge formed. When my hubby was distracted, no one else was looking, and I knew I had his attention I pantomimed a blow job. He quickly checked that his friend was not paying attention and shook his head ‘no’. Then he created a circle with the thumb and index finger of his left hand and pantomimed a fucking motion with his right index finger. The message was clear. I know I was blushing, and we couldn’t cross the harbour fast enough for my liking. As we disembarked, I excused myself to use the bathroom. The young stranger discreetly followed me in. We quickly ducked into the first cubicle. With the door secured he ordered me to drop my shorts and give him my ass. Without delay I obliged. I hadn’t even seen his cock. It must have been thick ‘cause it stretched me to the hilt as he pushed directly in. I was thankful for the first load as lube. He began his fuck pumps right away and in earnest. One, Two, Three, Four, all balls deep, and then five even deeper, held it there, and was unloading. As his heavy breathing subsided his cock softened and fell from my hole. I went to pull up my shorts and he pushed me to bend forward again. He quickly exited the stall, and his friend took his place immediately. In a whisper the friend asked. “Did he breed you?” While nodding my head, “Um, yeah.” This guys even thicker and longer raw cock was in me with no delay. I couldn’t help myself and grunted as the first few jabs hit my prostate. His hand covered my mouth and the pounding got more intense. “Tell me where you want my cum.” He whispered in my ear and removed his hand to hear my response. “I think you already know.” I whispered back. “Tell me.” He insisted. “Breed me, cum in my ass.” I milked his erupting cock with my ass cheeks. It was clear he was a big cummer and I didn’t want a drop to be missed. He had me quickly clean his slimy cock with my mouth before he took off. Neither of them was in sight as I exited and found my husband coming out of a coffee shop. There I was carrying three strangers loads and he was non the wiser. 3) We rode our bikes away from the ferry toward our campground. He was following me so I made sure not to stand going up hills in case my ass was leaking and leaving a tell-tale wet spot on my shorts. I was commando. We eventually got onto an off-road trail that snaked through a dense wood. After a bit I noticed a 20 something guy walking his dog ahead on the trail. The closer we got I could see more details of the tattoos on his muscular caves. He was a very fit looking guy. I snuck a glance as I passed to see his handsome bearded face. I stood peddling to wiggle my ass at him. I was hoping he was looking and praying that I had a wet spot on my shorts. When we got to the top of the next small hill, I stopped to let my husband catch up. I assured him it wasn’t much farther staying on the same path to get to our trailer. I encouraged him to go ahead; I needed to take a piss. Trusting guy. Off he went. He had no sooner gone out of sight then the dog walker reached me. “Hi” I said as I squatted to pet his very happy dog. “Hi sexy daddy, waiting for me to pump another load into that slutty ass of yours?” His voice as smooth as honey. “If that’s your thing young buck.” I openly continued the flirt. “Just find your tree to lean against old man, we better be quick.” I get off on danger so picked the biggest tree right beside the path, His good-sized raw cock was deep in my hole when he asked: “Fuck man, it’s really wet in here, how long ago did he pump it into you.” “About twenty minutes ago, but there were two.” I confessed. “So, this is sloppy thirds? You old sly dog.” He drove these words home with extra hard fucks. “Ummm …. Sloppy forth, I already had another stranger’s load on board when they took my ass.” Now I was boasting. “Fucking A Old Man. I love a slut who knows they’re a slut and is proud of it. Oh fuck! This dirty talk’s getting me off …. Breeding your ass!” “Hey Charlie, did you just say what I think you said?” Three young guys had slid to a stop with their bikes beside us, it was one of their voices that gave me the name of the dog walking stranger that had just bred my ass. “Yup Sam. Your turn!” Charlie was breathless but enthusiastic. Charlie was out and Sam’s raw cock in before I could object. I had no intention of objecting. Sam’s cock was thin, but hard and long. My prostrate was very happy. The other two watched with mouths gaping. Sam didn’t take long and was soon pumping yet another load deep into my gut. He pulled out and the tallest was in. He paid no attention to the third’s protest. “Are you guys fucking crazy? Anybody could come along at any minute.” Charlie voiced what the other two were thinking. “No, we are raw fucking this silver fox. You’re crazy to pass up this opportunity.” These words were barely out of his mouth when Charley, Sam and the third took off like bats out of hell. A couple more pumps and the tall guy fucking me unloaded, pulled out, mounted his bike and took off in a cloud of dust. Only then did I realize a woman with three dogs had appeared on the trail. Blushing, shame faced, I pulled up my shorts and got on my way. Cum was running down my leg.

For a long time, I simply denied my sexual urges toward other men. I married a beautiful woman named Beth and we had a decent sex life, though it rapidly reduced to occasional intercourse. As I realized the biological male role didn’t arouse me, I began to imagine during sex that I was the woman sucking cock or being penetrated. This was much more of a turn on. Of course, I never told my wife. From there it was just a short step into fantasizing about other men and jerking off to gay porn. I always pretended I was the bottom – I just had no interest in topping another guy. I might have continued to limit my gay urges to fevered masturbation episodes if it hadn’t been for our new neighbor, Kyle. He moved into the house next door a few months ago. Kyle was gay and made no secret about it, wearing a rainbow pride necklace. On weekends, he would sometimes host fairly raucous parties with as many as a dozen male guests. It didn’t take much to guess what was going on. My fantasies expanded to participating in gay orgies at Kyle’s house. I also found Kyle himself to be incredibly attractive. He was a few years older than me (I just turned 30). He was tall and handsome, his body sculpted by long hours in the gym, with close-cropped beard and hair and clear blue eyes. I’m 5’8” and 150 pounds, so he was physically much bigger and more muscular – exactly the kind of male I fantasized about. When he was outside, working shirtless in his garden, sweat glistening on his torso, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He made me nervous in the same way I had been around pretty girls in high school and college, including Beth at first. If he was in his garden, I would find excuses to do my own yard work. I imagined what it would be like to lick his skin with his salty perspiration and then proceed to run my tongue along his cock, before he fucked my virgin ass. Although he was very friendly, I found it hard to talk to him very much. I guess I didn’t trust my ability to control myself without saying something that would give away my lust for him. I was sure he noticed my attention (no doubt he recognized male desire and had been the object of a lot of it) and found it amusing. Beth noticed it, too. One day, after she, Kyle, and I had been talking together at the edge of our yard, she said to me, “Andy, I think you have a crush on Kyle. You keep staring at his body and you get all tensed up when he’s around.” I tried to laugh it off. “Oh, baby, that’s just silly,” I replied. She stared at me. “I know what you’re like when you’re attracted to someone, sweetie. Remember, that’s how you were when we first met.” I didn’t have a good answer. I couldn’t admit she was right, even to myself. Beth just wouldn’t let it go. In the weeks that followed, if she saw Kyle in his garden, she would tease me. “Honey, your boyfriend is outside.” Our sex life ceased entirely. She would rebuff my advances, once going so far as to suggest maybe Kyle would be interested. Finally, she said, “If you don’t do something about your man crush on Kyle, I will.” “Oh, god, you’re not going to tell him, are you?” I realized that I had stopped denying my infatuation. “Sweetie, I don’t have to tell him. Believe me, he already knows.” I blushed beet red. “How?” “It’s obvious, Andy, from the way you look at him, the way you act when he’s around. You’re flustered when he speaks to you. Your tongue is practically hanging out.” “So, what are you going to do?” She smiled and winked at me, but refused to say more. Later that afternoon, I looked out the window and saw Beth and Kyle deep in conversation, looking occasionally at our house. They were both smiling and seemed happy. When I asked her later what they’d been talking about, she gave me an evasive answer. The following Saturday afternoon, my wife announced she had a special work assignment and would be gone until the evening. It was unusual but I gave it little thought. When she left, I went outside to trim the hedges next to Kyle’s garden, hoping to watch him without him being aware. Instead, he saw me immediately and came into our yard to chat. I thought he was flirting with me and I started to reciprocate. Filled with mounting desire, I realized I had to act. “Would you like to come in for a cold one?” I blurted out. Kyle gave me a big smile. “Sounds perfect.” His eyes held mine for a long time. I turned and walked back up the path into our house. He followed. I could feel his eyes on my butt, and I wiggled it as I walked. Once inside, I grabbed a couple of beers, handed him one, and sat on the living room couch. He stood over me, his crotch level with my eyes, I stared at it and watched a bulge form as his cock hardened. I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was thrilled at the thought that he was getting aroused. I felt myself getting hard. I looked up into his eyes and said, “Why don’t you have a seat?” “Good idea,” he answered. Then, even though it’s a long couch and there were a couple of other comfy chairs, he planted himself so close beside me that our arms, hips, and thighs touched. I could smell his sweat. My head was swimming that I was in such close contact as this beautiful Adonis. Then a looked at his short-shorts and saw the smooth head of his dick emerge out from the leg opening as he got even harder. “Holy fuck!” I thought to myself, completely entranced at the sight. Kyle was in complete control and he knew it. He set his beer down on the coffee table, then took mine and put it down. He began to stroke the inside of my thigh. I felt a fire of desire rise within me. He gazed into my eyes. “Andy, let me make this easy on you. I know you’re attracted to me. I think you’re hot, too. I think it’s time we acted on our feelings.” Then he leaned toward me, wrapped one arm around my shoulders, and held my chin with his other hand. His lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I sighed deeply. His kiss became more passionate, his tongue invading my mouth. My hands found his torso and ran along his well-defined muscles. I loved the sensation as his stubble and my short beard rubbed against each other – this wasn’t at all like kissing my wife or any woman. I thought, This is what it feels like to kiss a man, and I love it! Kyle paused our kisses and said, “I could use a shower.” I knew he meant both of us. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. “Just cancelled an appointment I had. I’m free for the whole afternoon.” We walked upstairs and into the primary bathroom, which had a large shower. Beth and I liked to shower together, though that had ended when Kyle came into our life and she had refused to have sex with me. I quickly stripped and faced Kyle. He tossed away his shoes and socks and pulled down his shorts. Now I could see his entire cock. It looked huge to my inexperienced eyes. I had a moment of doubt – how could I ever get all of that meat into my mouth or my tight ass? Kyle turned on the shower. While we waited for the water to get warm, he embraced me. His tongue found mine and his hands roamed over my back and butt, his index finger probing my sensitive hole. I pulled back from his kiss and ran my tongue down his neck, tasting that delicious, sweat-coated skin I had so often fantasized about. Then I licked and bit his nipples, which stiffened under my attention. “Oh, that feels good,” he said, holding my head in place as a sign to continue. My tongue found its way down to his chiseled abs before he stopped me by saying, “More of this after we clean up.” It was unlike any shower I had taken before. We kissed and we played with each other’s cocks. Then he soaped my ass and inserted two fingers deep inside me. I felt a new warmth in my ass. “This is soon to be a cunt, Andy. Are you ready?” “Oh, yes,” I gasped. “I’ve been wanted this for a long time.” He laughed. “I know. I can tell when a guy wants to fuck. You showed all the signs.” “Funny, but that’s what Beth said.” “Well, women can often tell when a guy is gay. A sixth sense.” “Even when they’re married to one?” I asked. “Especially when they’re married to one.” We finished and toweled each other until we were both dry. I led Kyle by the hand into the bedroom I shared with my wife. We pulled back the blanket and top sheet. Then Kyle sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to the floor. I kneeled in front of him. His hard cock was just a couple of inches from my face. I stroked it firmly and it seemed to swell even more. Kyle moaned. Then I leaned forward and began to lick the smooth, mushroom-shaped head. I was rewarded with a little taste of salty precum. So delicious! I opened my mouth and began to take him in, just a little more with each suck. He rested his hands on my head and said, “Take your time, Andy. I know you’ve been wanting this. We should both enjoy it.” And we did. I loved running my tongue along the shaft, feeling the raised veins, and then licking his heavy balls. I knew what they held. I wanted his seed. No, I needed it, deep inside me. I couldn’t take his full length without gagging and he didn’t try to force me. I could feel his tension rising and I wanted him to cum in my mouth. But I also suspected he had other ideas. I soon learned I was correct. Kyle pulled back and said, “I need to fuck you.” It was both a statement of fact and a command. He stood up. I understood what was expected. I lay down on the bed, my head on a pillow. Kyle joined me on his knees. He took another pillow and slid it under my butt. He lifted my legs toward my chest and I gripped them to give him a clear view of my tight, clenched hole. Then I felt his stubble between my butt cheeks. Warm breath, then an even warmer and very wet tongue, around my hole. I felt myself relaxing into a delicious trance, everything focused on one very sensitive spot on my body. His tongue found its way inside me. Little bolts of erotic energy radiated from my ass, reaching all the way to my toes. “I think you’re ready to be fucked,” Kyle announced. “I prefer bareback, but that’s your call. The last time I tested I was negative, but that was a while back. I’ve hosted some parties since then. I don’t use PrEP.” In all my fantasies about him, I took him raw. I wasn’t about to let anything come between us now. “No condom,” I replied. “That’s good, because I don’t have any rubbers with me.” Kyle applied some lube to his dick and worked some into my hole. Then he placed the tip against my hole. “Your ass is about to become a cunt, Andy. Do you like the way that sounds? A cunt.” “Yes, baby. That sounds really hot. Turn my ass into a cunt.” I felt a burning sensation. At first, I didn’t think he would fit, but his steady pressure and my determination to relax and let him enter me did the trick. (The lube helped, too.) I felt my sphincter ease and then he was inside me. “God, you’re so big!” I murmured. “Honey, that’s just the head,” Kyle replied, smiling. “There’s a lot more.” “I want it all.” Slowly Kyle went deeper. The fullness was exquisite. My entire body quivered with the deepest pleasure I had ever experienced. For a moment I thought of Beth and how this was how she must have felt when I was inside her. But that thought vanished as I was lost in my own pleasure. After a few minutes – time no longer had any meaning – I felt Kyle’s pubic hair brush up against my ass cheeks. He lay forward atop me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, thrilled by his muscular body as I ran my hands along his back and arms. He kissed me deeply and explored my mouth with his tongue. When he paused, I smiled and said, “You’re so deep inside me, Kyle. It feels like your cock is going to come all the way out of my throat.” He liked hearing I thought he had a big cock, even though he knew his was my first. He raised himself up and I slid my legs into the crook of his elbows. Now he began to move in and out, each thrust sending a charge through my entire body. “Pump your cock to match my rhythm,” he grunted. I did as he said, even though I just wanted to focus on the pleasure in my ass. My cock got very hard as I stroked it. I felt something building inside me. Kyle was grunting; I was whimpering, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me.” My load exploded, spurts of my sticky, slick cum flying across my abdomen. The spasming in my ass gripped Kyle’s cock in tight pulses, and he erupted a few seconds later in deep rapid thrusts. I felt a strange wetness inside me. Kyle had seeded me. I loved the sensation. After a few minutes, he softened inside me and then slipped out. We turned on our sides, him behind me with his strong arm wrapped possessively around me, and drifted off to sleep. My dreams were sensual, about Kyle and other men, all of us together and all of them fucking me. As I started to awaken, I became aware that someone else had entered the room. Then I heard Beth’s soft voice. “Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like two gay men in my bed. Looks like they’ve been fucking in my bed.” Kyle sat up. “Hi, Beth. You were right. Andy is into guys.” It dawned on me that they had planned this encounter. “You texted her before, right?” I said to Kyle. “Yup,” he answered, kissing my neck. “Hope you’re not angry with me, honey.” I turned and gave him a deep tongue kiss. “Not at all, baby.” “Well, I’m angry, Andy” Beth said, smiling. She didn’t seem angry at all. “First, you lied about not having a crush on Kyle. Second, you cheated on me, and with a man no less. And third, you’re obviously a faggot, and you kept denying who you really are. Kyle, I think Andy needs to be punished.” “OK,” he answered. “On your hands and knees, Andy, facing Beth.” I did as I was told. Kyle moved behind me, eased my legs apart, pumped his cock a few times, and thrust it inside of me. He wasn’t gentle this time. I grunted as he penetrated me. I took a deep breath. It hit me that I was being fucked by another man while me wife stood in front of me, watching. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was by the scene. SMACK! Kyle’s hand came down hard on my right butt cheek. “Ouch!” I cried; Beth’s eyes widened. SMACK! “Thank you, Kyle,” I said. Several more slaps followed, until my ass cheeks felt very warm. With each blow I saw Beth’s eyes blink. I rested on my elbows. She kneeled in front of me and gripped my hands. “You shouldn’t have lied to me,” she said. “I know,” I answered. Several more loud smacks followed. Then Kyle stopped and lay on my back. I let go of Beth’s hands, and Kyle gripped mine. He developed a nice in-and-out motion. I turned my head to kiss him. “Fuck me, Kyle,” I urged. “Fuck me hard and cum inside me again.” I was soon rewarded by another powerful orgasm. I looked up at Beth. She had a strange, knowing expression on her face. Then she turned and walked out of the room. An hour later, Kyle and I dressed and went downstairs. Beth was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, as though nothing had happened. It seemed surreal. Kyle walked over to her, gave her a hug, and said I was welcome to stay at his house for a while until we had sorted things out. Over dinner Beth and I decided I should accept his offer. What he didn’t say was the offer included my first sex party with other men, the next weekend. Eight guys, all well-built. Kyle had told them about me. It was all bareback sex, and by the end of day two every one of them had fucked me at least once. Several had biohazard tattoos, so there wasn’t much doubt about their status. Kyle decided we should live together. Beth and I began to transform our relationship, from husband-and-wife to single-woman-and-gay-best-friend. She even started to talk about the men she was dating and how they were in bed. A few weeks later, I got really sick. Both Kyle and I got ourselves tested, and we were both positive. I can’t be sure he was the one who pozzed me, but I still like to think of him as my baby daddy. After all, like a good neighbor, he was there.

“Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy.” Matt shuddered hearing the words whispered into his ear, knowing it was too late to go back now. His heart raced, and in his brain, he knew he was in trouble. He pulled at the leather restraints that were tightly fastened around his wrists and ankles, but it was all in vain. Daddy just chuckled, telling him to stop fighting it - he was going to be a good whore now whether he liked it or not. He was powerless, just a fly in the spiderweb that Daddy had carefully constructed over months. He was going to be Daddy’s next victim. Matt thought about what had led him to this place where he was about to be sacrificed to a twisted man’s carnal desires, terrified at what might happen and unsure if he’d get out of this alive. Maybe he could get away if he cooperated and gave this domineering daddy a blowjob. Once he started to feel Daddy’s finger slowly dig and scratch into his tight ass, he thrashed around, trying to scream out for help. But no one was there to save him from this twisted situation. It had all started innocently enough. He was new in town, a small-town 35-year-old who was suddenly in a thriving gay community with thousands of men all around him. He was eager to explore the leather scene he had long fantasized about, so Matt spent his nights and weekends socializing and introducing himself to the locals. He started to make friends in a cigar group, and a buddy who worked at the local leather shop took him under his wing to help him choose his first leathers. He bought a harness - all gay men need a simple harness - and loved how the leather and metal felt against his chest and back. A pair of boots made him feel more masculine than ever before. Armbands and a leather jockstrap completed his outfit, making him feel sexy and butch. The local daddies started to notice the boy’s newfound confidence when out at the leather bars. Over time, he had a group of friends he could smoke cigars with and learn more about the old guard days of leather that were happening before he was even born. Matt loved being a part of this community, but he hesitated about one thing: Sex. Everyone in his new city seemed obsessed with breeding, and they were all so open and eager about taking raw cock or shooting their cum into whatever ass they could get. Some guys even proudly boasted about fucking unwilling bottoms who were too messed up to stop what was happening. It scared Michael, and he knew he’d have to be careful if he wanted to stay safe. He had tried dating a couple of guys, but he felt like they only wanted his ass, not his brain or heart. He even went home with a man one night who seemed so nice and friendly, thinking they’d just have a drink and maybe kiss some. Instead, the man immediately went into the bathroom and emerged moments later naked, hard, and talking about getting him high on meth. He laughed as he said he was going to give the boy his nasty cum, a sinister look in his eyes. Matt bolted out the door and avoided that man, feeling like he would never meet someone who would respect his wishes. He decided to focus his time and energy on friends, thinking it was just too risky to get himself into another dangerous situation like that. He had fun, but would go home to jerk off alone. He started to worry he’d never fall in love or have the kind of sex he wanted. If only a kind, safe-sex guy like himself would come along, he’d think. And then, on a seemingly normal Friday night out at the bar with his cigar friends, he saw a new face in the crowd. This man was obviously unwell, ragged from what seemed to be a hard life and some kind of illness. His leathers looked old and worn, no doubt from decades of use. The vest he was wearing made it easy to see just how thin he really was - just a bunch of bones and skin, though for some reason he had a big round gut. His jeans were obscenely tight, and Matt couldn’t help but notice what looked like the outline of a massive cock sticking out. And was that a big wet spot from a leaking cock? Matt’s stomach churned as he saw this mystery man start to walk over to the group. “Hi,” he said, holding out a big hand to shake the regulars’ hands. “I’m Blake. Just moved to town.” The guys took turns welcoming Blake to the city, introducing themselves, and giving him some insider advice on the best places to check out. Matt was polite, but something scared him about this skeletal man who seemed unwell, and he couldn’t quite figure out his fears. When it was turn to shake Blake’s hand, the new guy had a tight grip that seemed to linger longer than he had with the rest of the group, making intense eye contact with Matt the entire time. There was something sinister about that look, but Matt figured he must just be imagining it. The guys enjoyed a few hours of hanging out at the bar, smoking their cigars and putting back drinks like they always did. Blake was generous with the guys, buying several rounds for everyone and even getting a few shots of whiskey for Matt after a friend had mentioned that he’s the whiskey drinker of the group. Matt thought it was odd that Blake wasn’t drinking at all, but didn’t ponder it much. Blake was flirting with him, even mentioning at one point that he loves using pretty little bottom boys like him. Matt tried to laugh it off and politely declined, saying he wasn’t interested. As the night went on, the guys eventually left one by one. Soon, it was just Matt and Blake at the table. Matt was drunk enough at that point to not be as scared by this new guy, but still felt like something was off. He found out Blake was 65 years old, recently widowed, and a longtime part of the leather scene. He moved to town for a fresh start and a chance to find some “young new victims,” he said with a devilish grin. Matt shrugged it off as a bad joke and explained he wasn’t really looking to date right now. Blake left for a minute and came back to the table, three shots of whiskey in his hand, and told Matt to drink up. Matt didn’t want to seem rude, so he accepted these gifts from Blake, downing all three in less than 10 minutes. He was having a hard time even just sitting down, and knew he needed to sleep this off. But Blake retuned with another round of shots, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Eventually, Matt took out his phone to get an Uber, but his drunken clumsiness caused him to lose his grip and drop his phone - and the screen shattered the moment it hit that brick patio. He was miles from home and didn’t know what he was going to do. Blake leaned over, taking Matt’s drunk face in his hands to look him in the eyes and ask if he needed help. Matt tried to decline, but Blake insisted. He wasn’t drunk, and his car was right outside. He’d be happy to drive Matt home. Matt was struggling to stay awake at this point. With no better options, he accepted this offer, telling Blake that he was so generous all night. Blake helped the boy into the passenger seat, asked for his address, and told him to relax and get comfortable for the ride ahead. Matt thought that was an odd way of saying it, but he was so drunk and tired, and he felt like he was melting into the seat. He closed his eyes, expecting to be back home in 15 minutes. When he finally woke back up, he didn’t know where he was, but it wasn’t home or in Blake’s car. He tried to say something but all that came out was a muffled sound. It felt like some kind of rubber ball was stuck in his mouth. When he tried to reach for his mouth, he realized his hands were somehow restrained. So were his ankles. He couldn’t see anything because some kind of heavy leather hood was over his head. He could sense that he wasn’t alone, but all he could hear was his own pounding heart and panicked breath. Then, footsteps slowly got closer and closer, seemingly caused by heavy boots. Matt struggled but couldn’t get out of his predicament. He started to cry, wondering what was happening to him. He didn’t have to wait long for an answer. “Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy,” Blake said, letting out an evil laugh as Matt cried out in terror. “You’re my whore now.”

Part 4/x Peter handed both my brother and I a viagra. This was clearly going to be a session, and I knew then the big guns were coming. I love being a bottom shut, and never need viagra for that. But if we all wanted to fuck, and for Peter and I to poz my brother, we'll need a little help. When my brother's cock was cumming in me, Peter was busy prepping some pins. We were getting to the great stuff now. Peter tells James to get on the sofa and sit up. He puts a tourniquet on his arm and finds a vein straight away - and expert slammer and good at hydrating! I see the flash and slowly Peter pushing the T into James' arm. James is watching, not sure what to expect. Peter takes the pin out and I unclip the strap. Almost instantly I see James' eyes go wide and he coughs. And choughs again. We get him to hold his arm up and press over the pin hole. James starts riding the sofa rubbing his hands over his body, playing with his cock that starts to get hard again; it's only been 15 minutes since he came! His hands move down to his hole, bringing his legs up. 'Not long, you'll be getting fucked again' Peter tells James. Both Peter and I pick up our own pin and slammed ourselves. We've both done this plenty of times. I get my flash and wait for Peter to get his. And we slowly push the fun juice in. Take it out and unstrap at the same time. Our rush almost instantaneous, I cough twice, Peter once. We give an mischievous grin to each other and move to James. Both going to kiss him, our hands sharing his cock and hole, getting James more and more horned up. Peter kneels on the floor and pulls James towards him, his arse just slightly overhanging. His latest arse playing, plus being fucked only half an hour ago, and James was ready to take Peter's cock inside me. Take his poison load and being a tighter family. Peter slides his cock in, now waiting for James to adjust. I'm watching, mesmerised. Seeing my brother taking cock, having fantasised about it for years. Peter tells James 'you're going to take my poz load, you want it, do they you' 'yes' James mumbles, high as fuck, but wanting nothing else. I'm rock hard, waiting g for whe. It's my turn. There's some poppers on the side. I grab them, open the bottles and share the. With Peter and my brother. Peter's fucking is getting faster, swest dripping down both of them. I'm kissing James and playing with his nipples. James is begging to he fucked, harder, faster he's calling out, speech only slightly slurred from all the chem. Peter shouts out he's gonna cum, 'I'm gonna shoot my poiso in your arse, you want my poz load?' 'Fuck me' James replies. Peter shudders and I'm watching my brother getting pozzed.

Chapter 11: Shift Change Emergency Department, Clearbrook University Medical - Steighn Research Building. 0647 MST. REDACTED location. 31-Oct-20XX “So, Mr. Henderson, general surgery will be coming up to see you later this morning once we get you admitted upstairs to discuss the procedure to extract the item. One of the nurses will be in to take you and your wife upstairs. Any questions?” Trevor asked, adjusting his glasses as he spoke while leaning back against the counter of the small private emergency room, his arms folded across his chest. The couple, still embarrassed, were unable to look him in the eye as he spoke. The husband shifted uncomfortably in the bed, wincing with each movement. “Okay, well, like I said, please make sure that you use something with a base next time so we can avoid this happening again in the future. You both have a good morning,” Trevor said, standing up and tiredly trudged out of the room. Walking into the doctors’ station behind the counter across from the room, he flopped down in the chair, tossing his stethoscope on the desk next to the monitor. Leaning back, he slowly rubbed his face, struggling to stay awake. “Katie is getting ready to take the Hendersons up to 5 East, can you work on the discharge? Also, pharmacy is on the line for room 11 about a possible drug interaction,” Maggie, the older charger nurse, said, walking in and placing a hot cup of coffee and a small packet of aspirin on the table. “Thanks…” Trevor said, slowly sitting back up with a groan before tapping his badge on the reader next to the screen. After a few clicks, he took a quick sip of the steaming cup and let out a happy groan before working on the discharge and admission order for Mr. Henderson. “Any luck on your treasure hunt?” Maggie said, snickering as she flopped on the old, worn couch across from the computer desks. “I am not paid enough to go spelunking in a fifty-year-old man’s ass for two different dildos. I’ll leave that gift for the boys and girls upstairs in gen surg. I swear… who in their right mind thinks it's a good idea to try and get one stuck toy out by shoving another one up there after it?” “Hey, at least they didn’t try to use one of those grabber things as well. That’s what the night shift yesterday had stuck in a guy,” Dr. Marsden, one of the residents said, turning around and joining the conversation. “I swear… the fascination of putting random things up your butt will never cease to amaze me…” Maggie said, shaking her head as she got up. “And it's always the married couple or straight man who gets curious.” “I would kill my husband if he made me come to the ER with him for something like that,” Trevor said, giving his head a slight shake as he spoke. "That reminds me! How is Eli? Are you both enjoying married life?” Maggie said, getting up and stretching. “He’s off on a work thing,” Trevor said, smiling as his mind drifted to the extremely fun roll in bed they’d had a few days before, taking turns breaking in their marital bed. “I know that look…. Someone got busy…” James, another of the nurses, said as he walked in carrying a large box. “Donut day, everyone! Want one?” The large bear of a man opened the box to display its contents. Holding up his hand, Trevor gave a slight shake of his head, watching as the other people in the room grabbed one. “Hey, did we hear anything about that call for Fire and EMS over to that big genetics lab?” Trevor asked, clicking submit on the electronic charting system with a large flourish, glad to finally be finished with all his patients. Forty-seven patients in twelve hours. The infectious disease specialist part of him was surprised by the numerous cases of a strange new respiratory bug going around, suspecting that the flu season was going to be especially active this year. Otherwise, a lot of cuts, broken toes from late-night trips to the bathroom, four different behavioral complaints, and to finish the night, two foreign bodies in the rectum. Part of him felt bad for the x-ray techs in radiology, knowing that he’d likely flooded them with orders all night. He’d have to remind himself to buy them dinner on his next shift as a thank you for them keeping up with his ordering frenzy. “Jennings mentioned something about part of the highway being shut down for it, but all quiet so far,” Dr. Marsden said, typing away at her computer. “Glad it's becoming a DSO.” “DSO?” Trevor asked, unsure if he even wanted to know what the acronym meant. “Day-shift opportunity,” Marsden said, smiling wickedly as she spoke. “We wouldn’t want them complaining we left all our problems for them.” “No… we really wouldn’t,” Trevor said, smiling and yawning. “Well, if you all have it handled, I’m going to go grab my things from the locker room and try to beat the rush hour traffic. Need me for anything on shift change rounds, Mag?” “Nah, waiting room is pretty much cleared out and now we’re just waiting for the go ahead to take the stragglers upstairs. Go home and rest, and I’ll see you tonight for the real fun to begin,” Maggie said, rubbing her neck. “What do you mean by ‘real fun’…” Marsden said, turning her chair to speak with Maggie as Trevor grabbed his stethoscope, coffee and aspirin, and walked towards the locker room. “Halloween,” Trevor could hear James answer, chuckling ghoulishly as he spoke. “This must be your first one in the ER. Expect things to get really wild tonight.” Yawning again, Trevor tapped his badge to the door and quickly grabbed his backpack from his locker, numbly shoving his stuff in the bag and slowly began the long trudge to the employee parking garage, following the various staff through the halls as shift change went into full swing, coming behind a small group of people, he listened in as they spoke, smiling. “The guy was such a whiny brat,” one of the girls said. “I mean, he and his wife were the ones to put two monster toys up there and get them stuck. If you can’t handle the meat, stay out of the kitchen.” “It’s ‘heat’. And yeah… use a base, my guy…” the male of the group said, yawning and looking behind him at Trevor. “Oh, hey Dr. Bing- I mean Kade. Keep forgetting that. Heading home, too?” Smiling, Trevor gave a small, tired nod at the group. “Yep. Time to go home and sleep. Don’t bring anything tonight for dinner, guys,” Trevor said, following the group as they walked and chatted. “I owe you all for keeping up on the orders tonight.” “Oh my god, you are just the best!” one of the radiology technologists said, smiling at Trevor as they walked, waiting in line at the time clock. “No, you guys are, can’t do it without you,” Trevor beamed. “Just find me tonight and let me know what you all want to order. Seriously. My treat.” Walking off as the time card chimed after tapping his badge, Trevor pulled out his phone taking a quick peek at his drive home, noticed the massive traffic jam on the highway, and opted instead on taking the surface streets. “Omg… I swear, so unfair he plays for the other team…” he could just barely make out one of the girls in the group saying. “Daddy Kade can destroy me. The things I would do to that man…” “He’s got a husband, Rachel,” the male said, laughing as he spoke. “And a pretty hot one at that. And I’m sure he probably does all that and more. Girl… You wouldn’t stand a chance.” “He can join in as far as I’m concerned,” Rachel said as Trevor just shook his head as the elevator doors closed, silencing the cackling laughter from the girls in the group as the elevator silently glided down into the basement parking garage. Stepping off the elevator, Trevor walked over to his car, wordlessly tossing his bag into the trunk area before getting into his car, letting the silence wash over him. The stark contrast from the constant busy hum of the emergency room was refreshing in his mind, glad that the grueling twelve-hour shift was finally over. Starting up his car, he quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket, typing out a quick text to Elias. Hey babe. On my way home. Hope the mission is going ok. Listening as the phone dinged, the message successfully sent, Trevor tossed it into the cupholder on the center console, turning the radio on and pulling out of the garage. His car quietly glided on the still thankfully sparsely-populated streets, as the announcer on the radio droned on with the morning news. “Traffic is still snarled on Interstate 276, with several fire and police on scene near Sterling Creek. Better take another route if you need to go by that part of the highway. Delays are currently sitting at over a half an hour, and DOT officials are still getting back to us on when the road may be cleared. In other news, representatives from the local employer Helixion Genetics as well as with a spokesperson with the military will be holding a press briefing shortly on the continuing sit-” Turning the radio station, Trevor slowly started tapping on his steering wheel and humming along with the catchy synth beat of some 80s song as he settled into the now long drive through the suburbs. — Pulling up to his building, Trevor pressed the ignition button of his car and sat in silence, glad to finally be home as he relaxed for a moment. Grabbing his phone, he checked to see if Elias had replied, only slightly dejected as there was no reply yet. “Probably still on the mission without a signal or something,” Trevor said to himself, putting the phone back in his pocket, before getting out of the car and stretching his tired muscles. Deciding that it could wait until later, Trevor left his backpack in the car, locking the doors and walking up to the doors of their apartment building. Pacing around the door, a rather preppy looking guy in really short bright pink shorts and an old cut off t-shirt kept looking in the door. “Sorry, do you need in? Forgot your keys?” Trevor asked, pulling his set out and unlocking the door and holding it open expectantly. The man suddenly looked at Trevor, an almost feverish look on his face, a light sheen of sweat on it somewhat out of place in the cool autumn morning air. An odd expression spread across the man’s face as he took in who was talking to him. “Oh… no… I uh…. No. I’m good. Was hoping to catch someone. I’ll just… go….” the man said, stumbling on his words nervously. Concerned, Trevor pulled out his phone and unlocked it. “Need me to call someone for you? See if they’re still home?” Trevor asked, wondering idly at the man’s strange actions. “NO! I…. No. I’m good,” the man said, rubbing his hands on his sides. “I shouldn’t have come here.” Suddenly, the man raced off. Shrugging his shoulders, Trevor walked in and quickly climbed the few flights of stairs up to the apartment, making quick work of the lock to the apartment door and shut it behind him. Glad to finally be home, he tossed his keys in the small bowl on the table next to the door, immediately recognizing the sound of soft snoring coming from the living room. Poking his head in, he watched the blond man snoring soundly on his couch. “Apparently the mission must have been cancelled or something,” Trevor softly said to himself, quickly going to the hallway closet and pulling out a pillow and blanket, lifting Tobias’ head and pushing the pillow hard underneath it, before quickly draping the blanket over the man’s body. Smiling, he quietly walked into the bedroom and looked as Elias’s muscular form rolled over, the lights all turned on in the room. Elias's boxers strained against a prominent erection. Trevor snorted softly as he moved quietly around the room, gathering Elias's discarded gym clothes and turning off the lights. Grabbing the thin throw blanket from the chair in the corner, he tossed it over Elais’s sleeping form before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Frowning, he pulled back and gently placed a hand on Elais’s forehead, noticing the heat from his husband’s body before even placing the hand down. There was a slight sheen of sweat on the expanse of skin. Going into the bathroom, he grabbed a small glass off the counter and filled it with tap water, grabbing a few Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet before walking back into the room. “Hey babe, take these,” he said, running his hand through Elias’s damp hair, causing him to stir slightly. Elias opened his eyes blearily, looking confused. “Trev? What are you doing here? You should be at home…” Elais asked, his voice deep and gravely, making Trevor feel even more concerned his normally healthy husband was really coming down with something. “Shhh… just take these pills and go back to sleep, okay?” Trevor whispered gently, grabbing his wrist and feeling Elias’s heartbeat racing just under the skin. Slowly, Elias opened his mouth. Trevor quickly put two of the tablets in his mouth and held the glass of water to his lips, feeling satisfied as Elias quickly gulped the water down and with a sigh, flopped his head back on the bed. As quietly as he could, Trevor walked over to the dresser, pulling out a few pairs of sweatpants and t-shirts, and after changing out of his scrubs, dropping his now-wrinkled scrubs on top of Elias’s sweaty gym clothes in the hamper. He then exited the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind him. Slowly walking into the kitchen, Trevor rummaged around in the fridge, pulling out some supplies to make breakfast. Bacon and eggs sounds really good right now. Good thing we went shopping. As he cooked, he smiled as he heard the man in the living room slowly wake up with a start, snorting out of the snore suddenly. “I left you a pair of clothes to change into if you want,” Trevor said aloud, listening to the groaned reply. “I made you and Elais a plate as well in here, if he’s hungry when he wakes up,” Trevor said. “What… no sausage? And you call yourself a proper wife?” was the only reply from the living room. “You’re lucky I made you anything,” Trevor replied, rolling his eyes as he walked towards the guest bathroom. “Keep it up, and all you’ll get is a dry piece of toast. I’m going to go shower off all the hospital.” —- Elias woke up with a start, rocketing up in bed and drenched in sweat, his heart pounding as he took a few gasps of air. At first, he thought he was still down in the basement of Building 3, crashing through the door with his fellow men as they escaped and raced through the forest outside the building. The voice in his head kept telling him to infect, to recruit. Fragments of jumbled scenes raced through his head, and his cock hardened at some of the memories… A cock in his mouth, being fucked by several of the huge monsters, even fucking a few of his team members himself. However, the memories felt foreign, like he was watching them through other people’s eyes. Groggily, he got up, shambling over to the faucet in the bathroom before turning on the tap and gulping down more cold water, cupping a handful and splashing it on his face in hopes of waking himself up more. Slowly, he finally felt like he was more awake and looked at himself in the mirror. A light sheen of sweat still covered his body, now feeling refreshingly cool on his form as he looked at his muscles. He could swear he looked even more muscular than before; the few problem areas on his body where fat had started to set in as he got older now melted away. Even his muscles looked somewhat bigger than normal, forcing his veins to look more prominent. It gave him a more toned look, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the look and started giving a small flex in the mirror. Looking at his face, gone now was the almost sickly grey pallor of his skin, now back to its normal golden glow, his eyes looking seemingly normal, if not still a little glossy, like he had finally broken a fever after being sick. After how off he felt the night before, he suddenly felt great, feeling a rush of energy coursing through his veins. His hearing, normally decent, felt almost superpowered, being able to hear someone moving around in his apartment. Looking around in the bedroom, he noticed that his previously strewn-about gym clothes were now placed in the hamper, underneath a pair of rumpled black scrubs. Even from across the room, he could smell the antiseptic on the clothing, as well as the faint whiff of cologne and deodorant, and the smell that could only be described as his husband’s scent. He could even make out the smell of his own sweat, feeling himself get hard as the odor of sex also mixed in with it. Thinking back, he could remember going to the gym and feeling out of it, even seeing some muscular guy working out, and meeting some new person and working out. The memories felt jumbled though, and he found himself struggling to remember the order of the events. Everything after working out on the treadmill was a blank however, even his supposed walk home. No matter how hard he tried, Elias simply could not clearly remember what happened. The sound of someone moving around in the kitchen reached his ears, almost deafening in the silence of the apartment, making his ears somewhat ring. He could hear muffled talking, clearly making out the tone and cadence of Trevor’s voice, the sound bringing a smile to his face as he let the blanks in his memory fade away. Walking silently into the kitchen, he watched as his husband was bent over, rummaging around in the fridge, ass swaying in the air almost like an invitation to fuck. Licking his lips, Elais quickly got behind him, giving a hard smack on the ass before reaching around and squeezing the man’s waist towards him, grinding playfully his now hard and throbbing cock in the asscrack, only a thin layer of clothing separating them. “OH SHIT!!!” Tex’s voice rang out instead, shocked and surprised at the sudden intrusion into his personal space. “WRONG BROTHER, MAN! WRONG BROTHER!” Confusion flooded Elias’ brain for half a second before looking down and indeed seeing that underneath him, head still in the refrigerator, was not his loving husband, but instead his husband’s twin and Elais’ own best friend and coworker Tex. Elais stared dumbly at the scene in front of his eyes, his brain trying to process everything. “Any time you want to let me out of the fridge would be great, man,” Tex said, his hands gripping the edges of the fridge door opening for stability. “As much as I appreciate a fun good morning hug as anyone else, Elias, you might put my brown eye out with that thing…” Shuffling back in horror, Elias bumped hard into the counter behind him, his eyes wide as he looked around the room, seeing the discarded blanket and pillow on the couch, papers and a government-issued laptop on the table. “Oh…. oh shit… Tex… I’m so, SO sorry… I thought…” Elias said, his heart pounding in his chest, this time from the sheer shock and embarrassment of what had just happened. Trevor suddenly walked into the room, wearing a nearly identical pair of pants and a loose shirt, toweling off the water from his hair. “What are you sorry about?” Trevor asked, confusion in his voice as he watched the two men in the kitchen staring at each other with equally red faces. “Just, you know, a simple case of mistaken identity. Glad to see you both still have a healthy sex life even in your marital years,” Tex said, laughing as he pointed down at Elais’ groin, still hard as a rock even with all the confusion. “About to play out a scene from some cheesy porno and ask step bro for help getting out of the fridge.” “Oh my god, Toby, that is wrong on so many levels,” Trevor said, laughing as he spoke. “Besides, we both know that you're the straight and less good-looking of the two of us. Morning, babe.” Embarrassed, Elias stormed out of the room, rushing back into the bedroom and slamming the door shut in the process. He slumped down on the bed, his breaths short and fast as he began to process the scene from the kitchen in his head again. A soft knock on the door broke his thoughts as the door quietly opened and Trevor stepped into the room, softly closing it behind him. “Everything okay, Eli?” Trevor asked, softly shuffling across the carpet floor and taking a seat beside Elias, putting his hand to his forehead. “Good to see the fever you had finally broke. Weird seeing you get sick.” “Trev, I am so…. SO sorry. I thought he was you. He even had your pants on. How bad is it?” Elias asked, shame flooding his mind. “I swear… I wouldn’t have even thought of doing that if I didn’t think it was you.” Trevor gave a small snort, looking back at the door before turning his attention back at Elias. “Oh, he’s absolutely loving it, the little attention whore. He’s even now referring to himself as the sexy twin, so good luck getting him to let you off easy for it. But yeah… otherwise, he’s fine,” Trevor said, snickering at his brother’s words. “How about you? You looked like a deer in headlights and went flying out of there. Are YOU okay?” Breed him and the brother. Add them to our ranks. Make them ours. NOW. Elias jumped, looking around the room for a second, trying to find the source of the voice in his ear. A slight ringing in his ears and a small headache began to form in his head, causing Elias to groan slightly. “Babe… seriously, is everything okay? You look like you're still a bit off,” Trevor asked, running his hands through Elias’ hair. Suddenly, Elias found himself forcefully pinning Trevor down on the bed, kissing and sucking on the man’s neck hungrily. “Oh…. oh wow…” Trevor said, his voice sounding slightly dazed as the fast moment, enjoying the feeling of Elias’ lips on his neck, working the spot Elias knew would drive him wild. “Oh… god, right there. We got to stop. My brother is still here, and we both know he’d never let us live this down.” NO! TAKE HIM NOW! The mysterious voice caused Elias to stop what he was doing, looking around briefly for its source. “What’s wrong, babe?” Trevor asked, his pupils seemingly blown open with desire. “Don’t you hear that?” Elias whispered, his headache getting worse by the second. “What? You mean Toby?” Trevor said, smiling at Elias with a happy but confused look on his face. Suddenly, visions of his gym’s locker room, looking down as he was fucking some random person over a bench flooded Elais’s brain. The memory of Elias’s hookup in the gym came crashing down like an avalanche in his mind. Last night wasn’t a dream. I… I cheated on Trevor. What in the actual fuck is wrong with me?! Getting up suddenly, Elias raced to the bathroom, retching dryly into the toilet. GO BACK AND TAKE WHAT’S OURS! NOW! Clenching his teeth, Elais mentally pushed the source of the voice away from him, his mind screaming as he felt like his brain was being shoved into what could only be described as a glass box. NO! YOU… YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD. NOW! The headache quickly began to subside, as well as the wave of nausea. A cool hand slowly rubbed his neck comfortingly, mumbling comforting words. “Breathe, babe… just take in some deep breaths,” Travor’s voice said soothingly as he gently began to rub Elias’ back in small circles. Finally feeling the last bit of nausea and pain in his head disappear, Elias let his head rest on the cold toilet seat. “I should call your work and tell them you can’t come in today,” Trevor said, his voice sounding concerned as he got up and started to walk towards the bedroom, likely to grab his phone. “NO!” Elias said, grabbing Trevor’s hand in a panic. “Just… No. You can’t. Your brother can probably explain it better than me, but as far as you're concerned, you can’t say that you’ve seen either of us.” “Ooooo….kay…” Trevor replied, likely even more confused from the way his voice sounded to Elias, rubbing his wrist where Elias had grabbed it in a panic. “Well, I’ll go talk to him, I guess. Why don’t you take a shower? Maybe you’ll feel a bit better after?” Nodding silently, Elias waited until Trevor left the room, before finally shucking off his boxers and stepping under the warm spray of the shower head, letting his mind empty as the jets of water slowly worked at the tension in his shoulders. Finally, he grabbed the soap, working it into a lather and began to clean his entire body, feeling dirty both mentally and physically as his mind drifted back to the previous night’s events. The monsters. The strange way his team had acted. His mind flashed towards the hookup in the gym, how he’d acted so out of character. His face flushed at the memory of his random hookup with… Tim, was it? It felt like someone was in control of him the entire time, his brain unable to stop anything happening like he was just along for the ride. He slammed his fist on the tiled wall, the sound of tiles groaning and threatening to crack causing him to jump. Suddenly, he remembered the slice on his arm, shocked at how normal it felt. Touching the bandage apprehensively, he frowned, expecting it to sting under his careful touch. Oddly, though, the area felt fine. He slowly removed it, shocked to find the cut completely healed, only a thin white scar in its place, feeling slightly numb and looking lighter and almost grey compared to the skin around it. “I could have sworn that it was going to need stitches,” Elias whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the spray of the shower. “How is it already healed?” Perplexed, he finished his shower in a rush, and shut off the water, the dripping sound of the water on the tile echoing loudly in the space. He could make out the sound of his husband and brother-in-law chatting in the other room. Elias knew the apartment was cheaply built, but was shocked he never noticed how thin the walls had to be in order to hear the muffled sounds of the men’s voices. Toweling himself off, he took another look at himself in the mirror, now fully naked and wide awake. He could swear he looked more muscular, with barely any body fat left on his normally fit body. His veins looked to be bigger and more prominent, like he’d just been working out. Even his cock and balls looked bigger, definitely looking almost an inch longer, and his balls handing lower and looking fuller somehow. Unnerved, he tossed the towel over the shower curtain rod, and walked into the bedroom, grabbing a t-shirt and gym shorts. Again, he frowned, realizing that the clothes definitely were fitting tighter than before, his muscled chest now filling the shirt and looking almost snug, his legs just barely fitting in the holes of the boxers, his ample cock and balls filling the space more than before. Something is very definitely different about me, he decided, before finally walking out of the bedroom and towards the two brothers sitting on the couch.

Part 2 I moaned loudly. Without mercy, he pounded deep into my ass until I could feel his body against mine. His low-hanging balls slapped against mine. "What a hot fuck hole" he moaned loudly. Without giving me a break, he pulled his cock out again up to the glans and pushed it deep inside me again. He only said briefly to Mike "Call the others, tell them there's a hot cunt to fuck and breed here". He fucked me hard and powerful for at least half an hour without mercy. Then he grabbed me and simply lifted me up, his cock still deep in my cunt. He took three steps, his cock slipping even deeper inside me, and put me in a sling. Mike was immediately on the spot and tied my ankles and wrists to the sling. "The reinforcements will be here in 10 minutes," he said. "Then we should let the pig fly a little better," the Master replied and I saw him disappear again with a needleless syringe between my ass. "This time you'll get a really fat booty bump, my horny bitch" and I could already feel him squirting the contents of the syringe deep into my ass. It burned like fire again and just a few moments later I was overcome by another wave of absolute sexual desire. "Well, do you need something in your ass?" said the master. "Then ask me and I'll fuck your brains out of your skull". I just couldn't help myself and said "Fuck me, squirt your juice into my cunt, fuck my brains out". The master didn't need to be told twice and with a brutal, powerful, deep thrust he plunged his huge cock deep into my cunt. He fucks me with maximum force. Whenever he closed, the sling came towards his cock so that he fucked deeper and deeper into me. He had long been through my second muscle. After 5 minutes, he moaned loudly and said "Come on cunt, ask for my cum. Do you want to feel my toxic cum deep in your cunt? I'll squirt my whole charged load deep into your hole. From now on you're my fuck cunt and you'll let anyone I want to fuck you." "Yes, please shoot your cum deep inside my cunt!" I screamed across the room. Just a few seconds later, I felt his cock continue to inflate in my cunt and he started to cum deep inside me. Seven, eight, nine, ten times I felt his cock contracting and squirting cum deep inside me. "Can you feel me filling your cunt with my spunk? When my buddies get here, we'll really send you into orbit and then you'll get one poz load after another squirted into your cunt." With that he pulled his still hard cock out of my ass. Mike had already been waiting for it and as soon as the cock was out of my ass he pushed a really fat and quite long plug into me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the black plug was completely covered in white powder, so I wasn't surprised that as soon as it was in my hole, it burned and I got even hornier.

Dan's fingers curled tighter around the key in his pocket, the metal biting into his palm as he entered the apartment. It had been five weeks now since the meds had been locked away. The risk was getting real. He should really call it off he thought. But when he entered and saw Jimmy wearing only shorts, his cock already tenting in them, the time didn't seem right. Jimmy beckoned him into his bedroom and proceeded to undress Dan, neither of them saying a word. Jimmy removed his shorts and guided Dan to assume the position to be rimmed, tossing him a bottle of poppers. Dan felt like he was on automatic pilot as Jimmy worshiped his hole with tongue and fingers. More so as Jimmy pressed his raw poz cock inside Dan, slowly and smoothly pushing against his second hole, then breaching it with the head before starting stroking slowly in and out. Jimmy moved Dan through several positions, before finally cumming deep inside while spooning Dan. He left his cock inside after cumming, while Dan wanked out his load. "Why did you get your tat?" Dan asked, breaking their silence. "A few reasons," Jimmy said, "One, it makes me feel hot. Two I don't have to deal with guys to freaked to take a poz dick in public places like the baths. And three, it helps me identify guys who are turned on by it." "Because you like pozzing them." Dan stated simply. "I do," Jimmy replied, "it's such a turn on. And besides, it feels like a good deed." At this Jimmy's cock twitched in Dan's ass. Jimmy's words hung in the air like a challenge. The bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the sheer curtains, felt suddenly stifling. Jimmy's chest rose and fell steadily beneath him, his breath warm against Dan's neck. The biohazard tattoo, a stark black symbol over Jimmy's heart, seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a constant reminder of the choice Dan was being asked to make. "How many have their been?" Dan wanted to know. "Ten," Jimmy whispered, the word lingering on his tongue. "Including Carl and Craig. Jason has eleven to his credit, since he pozzed me. I begged him to after watching him poz fuck a shared trick." Jimmy's smirk was almost imperceptible, but it was there, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You make it sound like a competition," Dan said. Jimmy murmured, his voice low and husky. "It's not about numbers, Dan. It's about... freedom. About shedding the fear and embracing what we are." Dan closed his eyes, the weight of Jimmy's words pressing down on him. He could feel the other man's cock still buried deep inside him, a constant, throbbing presence that seemed to echo the rhythm of his own conflicted heart. The key in the pocket of his discarded trousers felt like a burden, a symbol of the control he thought he had, but now, in this moment, it felt like a lie. "Freedom," Dan repeated, the word feeling foreign on his lips. "And what about the ones who don't want it? The ones who run?" Jimmy's hand slid up Dan's torso, his touch both soothing and possessive. "They're not ready," he said simply. "And that's their choice. But for those who are... it's a blessing. A chance to live without the chains of fear." Dan's breath hitched as Jimmy's fingers traced the line of his pecs, sending shivers down his body. He wanted to believe it, wanted to surrender to the allure of that freedom. But the key in his pocket was a constant reminder of the consequences, of the lives he could change with a single decision. "And you?" Dan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What about you, Jimmy? What do you want?" Jimmy's green eyes locked onto his, intense and unreadable. "I want what I've always wanted," he said, his voice steady. "To live. To feel. To be desired. And to give that desire back to others." Dan's heart pounded in his chest, the conflict within him reaching a fever pitch. He could feel Jimmy's cock twitch inside him, a silent plea, a demand for an answer. "And me?" Dan asked, his voice breaking. "What do you want from me?" Jimmy's hand cupped the back of Dan's neck, pulling him down into a kiss that was both tender and desperate. "I want you to choose," he whispered against Dan's lips. "Not out of fear, but out of desire. I want you to want this, Dan. To want me to poz you. To want us to poz you." Dan's eyes fluttered closed as Jimmy's lips trailed down his jaw, his neck, the touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He could feel the other man's desire, a tangible force that seemed to envelop him, pulling him under. The key in his pocket felt like a distant memory, the weight of it fading as Jimmy's mouth worked its magic. "Choose me, Dan," Jimmy murmured, his breath hot against Dan's ear. "Choose us. Choose the freedom we can offer each other." Dan's hands clenched into fists, the sheets tangling between his fingers as he struggled to find his voice. The conflict within him was a storm, raging and unrelenting. But as Jimmy's lips brushed against his, as his cock throbbed deep inside him, Dan felt the walls he had built around himself begin to crumble. "I..." Dan started, his voice hoarse. "I don't know if I can..." Jimmy's hand tightened on the back of his neck, his touch both gentle and commanding. "You can," he said, his voice a low growl. "You want to. I can feel it, Dan. I can feel your desire. Let go. Let me in." Dan's breath caught in his throat as Jimmy's lips captured his once more, the kiss deep and demanding. He could feel the other man's need, a raw, primal force that seemed to mirror his own. The key in his pocket was forgotten, the weight of it lost in the storm of sensation that engulfed him. As their lips parted, Dan's eyes met Jimmy's, the conflict within him still raging, but muted now, overshadowed by the desire that burned between them. Jimmy's hand slid down his body, his fingers tracing the lines of Dan's muscles, his touch both possessive and worshipful. "Say it, Dan," Jimmy whispered, his voice a low rumble. "Say you want this. You know you do want it." Dan's heart pounded in his chest, the words caught in his throat. But as Jimmy's lips brushed against his, as his cock throbbed deep inside him, Dan felt the last of his resistance melt away. "I want you to poz me," Dan whispered, the words a confession, a surrender. "I want this." Jimmy's smile was triumphant, his eyes shining with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. He pulled Dan down into another kiss, their bodies moving in sync, the rhythm of their passion building once more. As their bodies moved together, Dan felt a sense of freedom he had never known, a release from the chains of fear and doubt that had held him back for so long. Jimmy's cock now thrusting deep inside him once again a constant reminder of the choice he had made, the desire he had embraced. And as they moved towards the edge, towards the precipice of pleasure, Dan felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. The conflict within him was still there, but it was muted now, overshadowed by the desire that burned between them. In that moment, as their bodies climaxed together, Dan knew that he had made the right choice. The key in his pocket was forgotten, the weight of it lost in the storm of sensation that engulfed them both.

Sorry for my English, it's not my native language. But I hope you will still have fun. Part 1 I knew early on that I was more interested in men than women. When I was young, I found some of my father's sex magazines. They were magazines about gay men. I was most interested in the stories where one man dominated another and fucked him regularly. I found stories in which the passive partner was forcibly locked in a chastity belt particularly horny. When I was 18, I took the opportunity to go to a sex store in the next biggest town. It was a normal sex store for heteros. I was quite nervous and only bought a few things, a cockring and a dildo. I wore the cockring almost all the time from then on, so I was always horny. I especially loved stimulating myself briefly until I cum, but then not letting myself come. Over time, I got better and better at this and after just a few weeks I was able to keep myself horny all the time. Whenever I was undisturbed, I fucked myself with the dildo, but also without letting myself come. About six months after my first visit to the sex store, I went there again. As I had been constantly stimulating myself for over two months without cumming, I was extremely horny. Besides my cockring, I only put on a T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Through the jeans, you could see my thick, extended 8.5“ cock and my big balls very clearly. I actually wanted to go to the same sex store as the first time, but on the way there I came across a gay sex store. So I decided to give it a try there. Visibly nervous, I entered the sex store and was amazed by what I saw. Not only was I pleasantly surprised by what I saw, but my horniness increased immeasurably. At first I just looked around the store. I immediately noticed three people in the sex store. Two employees, about 20 years old, who were dressed very sexy. Both were only wearing boots, jocks and a muslin shirt that exposed their fat pierced nipples. What was striking was that they both wore cuffs on their ankles, wrists and around their necks, which were secured with locks. Behind the counter stood a man of around 40 to 50 years of age dressed completely in leather. I immediately suspected that the boys were the leather man's slaves. I grabbed a shopping basket and headed for the books. I quickly found a book about how a boy was kept strictly chaste by his master. Then I looked around and found what I was looking for in the dildos and plugs. On the way to the jocks, I passed a small display case. It immediately took my breath away when I saw what was there. It was filled with all kinds of chastity devices. I stood in front of it for quite a while, so I didn't notice at first that one of the boys standing next to me. When I noticed him, I was a little startled, but he immediately put me at ease by addressing me. "Hi, I'm Mike. Are you interested in the chastity belts? You're welcome to try some." Somewhat taken by surprise, I just stammered "Yes, I would be happy to." He opened the showcase, took out a few items and just told me to follow him into the changing room. On the way to the changing room, he grabbed a few other items, went to the counter and was handed a small brown bottle by the leather guy. In the changing room, he asked me to strip completely. What I didn't realize at the time was that it wasn't the official changing room of the store, but that it was a bit out of the way. A little hesitantly, I undressed completely in front of him. When I stood naked in front of him, he immediately grabbed my stiff cock and commented appreciatively on what a hot piece I had between my legs. With his other hand, he grabbed my ass and without much resistance, he penetrated my hole with one finger. At the same time, he remarked that he could understand that with such a hot ass I would have to restrain my cock with a chastity belt. However, before I was to try on the various CBs, he wanted to prepare me accordingly. So he led me a few meters further to a shower. He put a cream on me and after a few minutes I had to shower it off. It took less than 10 minutes until I was completely depilated from the neck down. However, before I could get out of the shower, he came to me and said he needed to prepare me even better. I didn't immediately understand what he meant, but he reached into the bag with all the things he had collected and took out a small attachment for the shower hose. After a few minutes, he told me to bend forward. Then he pushed the attachment into my cunt and turned on lukewarm water. He rinsed my ass several times until only clear water ran out of me. He then filled another half liter of water into a bag and added a fairly large amount of white powder. After shaking the bag, he connected it to the metal tube and let the entire amount of water flow into me. He pulled the metal tube out of my ass and immediately sealed it with a plug he had chosen. Before I could say anything, I felt an intense burning sensation inside me. The boy just grinned broadly and asked if I could feel anything yet. I couldn't say anything to him, I just moaned really loudly. "Man, I'm so horny all of a sudden" I said to him. I could hardly control myself not to grab his cock, suck it hard and then let him fuck me. He seemed to guess my thoughts because he quickly pulled his jock down. I could immediately see that his cock was firmly locked in a chastity belt. "Unfortunately, I can't fuck you with my cock because it's been locked away in the CB for over two years. But our master will give you a good pounding and pump your ass full of his cum". I was just about to reply when I was kicked hard in the balls from behind. "Shut up, you pig!" I heard the leather guy from behind immediately afterwards as I went to my knees in pain. He grabbed me and pulled me up. "I love turning big cocks into very small cocks". He pushed my head down and I had to look down at my super small cock. "It won't get any bigger, I will teach you that and the chastity device that you will wear permanently from now on will make sure of that". He gave the slave boy a sign and within a few moments I had been fitted with a chastity cage. It was much smaller than the two boys'. Then I was pushed back into the shower and the plug was removed. After I had emptied myself, he pulled me to a bench and pushed me forward. My ass was well up in the air and I could already feel him squirting something into my ass. It burned like hell but after a short time my ass wanted to be filled. "Ha, ha, you cunt, does the pig need a fat cock"? I could already feel a fat glans on my hole and a fat PA. "I'm going to ride you in now my new slave and before you get out of here, your ass will be well filled with lots of cum". No sooner said than done. With one deep thrust he penetrated me completely.

(I've wanted to write this for a while. It will be multi-parts There are elements of truth intertwined. I'll let you try and work out which parts) I'd been away at uni for the last 3 months and was back for the Christmas holidays. I've been fucking around since I was in high school, getting guys in toilets, out in the park and even my fucking one of my cousins. I was 21 now, definitely growing into being a cub - I'd always been chubby growing up, but being away from home, definitely found my comfort with carrying some extra weight. I stood about 5' 11", 266 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes with a decent arse and a nice belly I enjoy being grabbed when guys were fucking me. Or when I sometimes decided to fuck them. I was going to be home for a week before heading back. When I got home, I was really tired so went to bed around 10pm. I knew my older brother (25) was going to be home, but everyone else was out for the night, back late the next day. I woke about 2am needing a drink. As I got downstairs, I heard noise coming from the living room. Door was closed but definitely heard like fucking. Assumed my brother had some girl over he was doing so just went to get some water. On the way back, curiosity got the better of me having never seen my brother's cock, and woken up a little horny. My brother (James), was 6' 1", slim, blonde, with a small amount of chest hair, mainly smooth everywhere else. I was happy to use the excuse I wasn't awake properly, sorry etc. So I slowly opened the door to the lounge. It's a pretty a big room, and I know it's easy to put your head round without being seen. I saw my brother, on his back, with his legs in the air, holding them back. He had a nice dick, I could see. He was about 7.5". Instead of some girl stradling him, he was getting fucked. Fucking him was our cousin, Peter. As i said, I've messed around with Peter before, but didn't realise he was fucking anyone else in the family. I know Peters dick really well. He was about 8", decent head to open you up and a nice fat shaft. Peter was in the Army, and tanned all over from being posted overseas. Not a tan line in sight. Now, see Peter fucking my brother James is hot. It's even hotter seeing Peter blowing out from a glass pipe and feeding it to James. They were both high, and I wanted in on the action. As soon as I saw them, my dick got hard. I put the water down, and started to walk over stroking my dick through my shorts. Peter saw me and smirked 'hoped you'd hear us'. I just took the pipe from him and lit it up, taking a long drag. I loved myself some T, having discovered it last year at uni. Held the first toke as long as I could before blowing back to Peter. James had clearly seen me, but was either horny at the thought or too high to care. He was playing with his dick while I was making over with Peter - hard, passionate kissing. I already said, Peter was in the Army. About 6', tanned all over, with a light smattering of hair. He was muscled, but not overly so, probably around 240lbs. He had a number of tattoos, my favourite being on the side of his stomach - a scorpion with a red tip. I've loved this scorpion since he started fucking my a year ago when he pozzed me up. When we stopped kissing, he whispered in my ear 'want to help me poz your big brother?'. I smiled. Took another drag on the pipe and this time bent down to James, lent in and blew the clouds into his mouth and kissed him, with him clearly receptive. I turned to Peter and nodded.

This is a true account of the first time I was used. It was so long ago I haven't changed the name and location that it took place. The person, Ron is long dead and the workshop demolished. Everything is exactly as I remember it. In 1977 (yes I'm that old) I was an apprentice mechanic for the Royal Mail, otherwise known as The Post Office, at the main Motor Transport Workshop in West London. The bulding consisted of separate buildings for rebuilding engines, gearboxes, suspension units and a vehicle body workshop. Additionally there facilities for general servicing of cars, motorbikes, and large lorries.All together there were probably 120 + people employed there. As an apprentice you had to work a few months in each department. At the time I was spending all money on racing motorcycles and doing as much overtime as I could to fund it. I regularly worked a couple of hours extra each day and Saturday mornings. As an apprentice you limited as which departments you could do overtime and there always had to be supervision. I had recently joined the 'Docking Line' which was basically for servicing small cars and vans. One particular Saturday morning I was doing the valve clearances on a Commer Van. These had three bench like seats in the cab and engine was located under the seats. So to work on the engine you removed all three seats and a plate that covered the engine. That particular Saturday Big Ron, a qualified mechanic and I were the only people working in the whole building. The work I was doing meant I had to lean in through the passenger side and stretch to reach into the van. I had the rocker cover off and was checking the valve clearances with feeler gauges when Big Ron pushed in beside me. I have to explain here that 'Big Ron' was called that, not because he was well endowed, although he was, but because he was a fat cunt. Also that there was minimal room through the passenger door entrance, so when he pushed in beside me he was also slightly on top of me. He asked how it was going and I replied that I was nearly done. I could feel his body pressing harder than was necessary into my left buttock and back and also feel something hard pressing into me. Initially I thought he had a screwdriver or something in his pocket but, as he pushed further into the cab I realised it was his cock and he was fully erect. I tried to move a little but realised I was pinned down. As I did so I felt him rub himself against me. Now, I knew I was attracted to men from an early age but had never acted on it. Big Ron was in no way attractive but, I have to say I was turned on by the way his cock felt. I was also extremely nervous and embarrassed. Ron was the last person I would have thought was homosexual. (Gay was a reference that didn't exist then. At least, I'd never heard it said in that context) He was very much a man. Rough and ready with a deep voice. However, there he was, obviously stimulated and rubbing himself against me. "You feel that" he said obviously referring to his hard on. "I reckon you like a bit of cock don't you" I was so nervous but my own cock was now also fully hard. All I could mutter was "mmmm" I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "I knew you were queer" he wispered into my ear and grabbed my right buttock then slid his hand between my arse cheeks, at which point I gasped and he chuckled. He then moved directly behind me and rubbed his cock between my cheeks and bit into the back of neck. He then pulled me back slightly by pulling my hips with both hands, then reached round and grabbed my cock which was now dripping profusely inside my filthy overalls. I felt incredibly turned on. The weight of his fat torso on my back, his cock pressing into my arse and his hand on my cock made my head spin. "I'm going to have you boy" he said. I knew what he meant, he was going to fuck me. I wanted it but, I was incredibly nervous and a little scared. I had never been penetrated. He reached around me, unzipped my overalls then pulled them back over my shoulders. As he did so I I pulled my arms free. He continued to pull them down my back and legs and I stepped out of them. All I was left wearing was a T-shirt and a pair of briefs which he roughly pulled off me. I was shaking visibly now and I heard him unzip the front of his own overalls. Then, for the first time I felt a naked cock on my back. I reach backwards and felt his member. It felt huge and it was dripping at the end. "Suck it" was all he said. I turned and saw it was at least seven or eight inches long and was pointing directly up at me from under his huge belly. He put his hands on my head and pushed me down until my mouth was level with his cock. I have to say he smelt of body odour and I wasn't keen but, opened my mouth and tasted cock and another mans precum for the first time. He began to thrust forward and deep in my throat until I was chocking. My throat began to produce huge amounts of viscous fluid which caked his cock. "Enough " was all said then pulled on my hair and me up, turning me around at the same time. I felt his cock now caked in the mucus from my throat slide between my arse cheeks. "How many times have you been fucked boy" I replied "Never" "Fuck, yes a virgin. Going to deflower you boy" I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my hole and tensed. "You need to relax. I ain't going to lie, it's going to hurt the first time. Your sphincter has to be broken in" With that he pushed inside me. The pain was horrendous. I begged him to take his cock out but he just held it inside me then began to slowly fuck me. Tears were rolling down my face as I sobbed. I continued begging him to stop but he clearly didn't care. My arse was on fire and he had to use all his strength to hold me firm. He fucked me for a full ten minutes. All the time I was crying with the pain. He was fucking hard when his breathing changed and he grunted then cried out as his cock ejeculated copious amoumts of his sperm into me. I was so grateful when cock slipped out of me. I looked round and was scarred when I saw blood on his cock. I thought he had severely injurred me at sight of the blood and how sore my arse hole felt. If I had to go to hospital how would be tell them what had happened. Big Ron tried to reassure me, saying that it was only because it was my first time. I went home still scared and petrified I had a serious injury. I vowed that I would never do that again. It took a few days before the soreness dissipated. By the following Saturday all I could think about was getting fucked again. I'd had several wanks imagining Big Rons cock in me again. Big Ron would regularly fuck me after work in the toilet or on overtime for the next six months. Each time he fucked me the pain was less and pleasure more. I still miss that cock. One morning I turned up at work to be told Big Ron at suffered a fatal stroke. As far as I can recall this is exactly as events that day happened.

1. 2. 3. And 4. Rimming. Rimming is my favorite. I am versatile and rimming nose no position. I will read my top and I will rim my bottom. 5. Raw. Only raw. I’ve worn a rubber three times in my life and that was in high school, because I was afraid of getting the girls pregnant.

It is interesting that the rushed axing of Jimmy Kimmel was the night he was to have had Kamala Harris as his guest.

I prefer trimmed or shaved.. I don't like too much hair (like actual hair, body hair facial hair, pubic hair). .. so that right out the cave or bearded folks are big No to me. And one more think: young men with moustaches or ling beads are total turndown.

You forgot another Montreal-based movie (comedy) that featured great actors like Ginette Reno and Paul Sorbino - Mambo Italiano. “No son of mine is an omosessuale!”

As James was cumming, he was holding on to my thighs, pulling me down on his dick as much as possible, getting his last neg cum load as deep inside me as possible. It may be a neg load, but a loads a load and I'll enjoy it in me! Once he's finished cumming, I lean forward, kiss him as I hear his cock 'pop' out of me. In the moment, I'd almost forgot my cousin Peter was in the room. He comes over to me with a freshly filled pipe, lights up and hands it to me. I passed the pipe straight to my brother. Can't have him sobering up too much. I let my brother James take plenty of hits, and watch him give blowbacks to Peter. Peter blows a few back to me; nothing wrong with 3rd party T! I remember the time fucking around with Peter and knowing he had a great hole. He didnt get to be poz by being a top only. My hand was stroking this back down to his arse cracked. I moved around and pushed Peters cheeks apart and got my lounge in his hole. I've never known him to have a completely tight hole, and tonight is no exception. Hes swesty and he's got a beautiful sweet musk. I'm going for a couple minutes then notice Peter and my brother stand up. James says he needs a piss. I tell him to hang on a moment, take the pipe from Peter, and take 3 deep tokes, sharing the blow backs with both James and Peter. After James has stood up, I take his limo cock in my mouth. James has a fat cock, even when soft. Peter encourages him to piss now, go in my mouth. It takes a few moments, but eventually I taste his hot chem piss; he's pissing quickly and I'm not sure I can swallow quickly enough when Peter gets on his knees and takes James' cock and puss from me. Peter finished swallowing all of James' piss, when he stood and said 'my turn'. He presses on James' shoulder onto his knees. Taking the lead, I get Peter's cock in my mouth just in time for him to start pissing. His piss a little sweeter, I swelling it all. But Peter stops mid flow and goes 'your turn' to James. Mouth open, Peter takes his cock out of my mouth and puts it in James'. Pissing almost immediately, James instinctively closes his mouth. And starts to swallow. My brother is a quick learner, and that bodes well! With my cousin and brother both having clearly been cheming up for the last few hours, it didnt take long for me to start feeling all that chem piss.

This morning I woke up to breakfast. My ex had stayed over. When I came out of the bedroom, he was naked, sitting on the sofa talking to another naked guy. The other guy was a 30ish Ecuadorian with a big banana like dick, uncut and curved. He was on the shorter side and slim with a helmet of long black hair. Sexy .I go to the bathroom and they both call me to join them. Next thing I know, I'm on my knees ferociously sucking that Ecuadorian dick. It had a wicked curve so was hard to deep throat. Anyway, it gets hard as granite and he gets up and gestures for me to get on the sofa. He lubes up and slams his dick all the way in. He starts with deep slow strokes and after a while, he starts gushing pre-cum. He pulls out and it keep spewing and he feeds it to me. I suck his dick some more and then he gestures again. I assume the position and he enters and puts he whole body on top of me and starts pounding the fuck out of me,. Soon, he starts moaning long loud moans as he noisily unloads in me. He stays in and rests for a second. In Spanish he says he hasn't busted in five days. Hr pulls out and I clean him off but he's very sensitive. I get up and go wash my hands. With his 5 day load still in me, I then made a big pot of oatmeal. Served it with honey and cinnamon and fresh blueberries. We all had a bowl and then he walked out with me as I walked the dog. Still have his warm seed in me. It was a very very good way to wake up.

Part 2/x My brother James was kissing me back, his tongue exploring my mouth. I passed the pipe back to Peter - I wanted to play with James' cock. Exploring his body, my hand went down his stomach and felt the bas of his dick. He was hard! Got my hand round his shaft and stroked him, wanking his a few times. He moaned in my mouth as we were.kissing. After going up and down a few times, my hand went further down, over his balls towards his arse and I could feel Peter's dick inside him. He was resting, couple of inches of his own dick outside as he torched the pipe. I saw the clouds Peter blew out. I needed to get just as high. I took the pipe off Peter and went and sat on the other chair. Peter told me there was a full baggie on the side, and he wasn't kidding. There were more than enough T to keep the three of us going. And if I get my own way, we're all going to fuck each other before we finish. I got some big crystals from the bag and added them to the pipe while Peter slowly slides his dick in and out of James. Watching them, I light the torch and melt the T, building the smoke up. I take 3 or 4 big sets of clouds and blow them over towards them. I'm feeling great and want to get my dick inside one of them. I'm poz, and can either help breed my brother, or get re-charged from our cousin. I don't care which. Hopefully both. I set the torch down, and take a couple of crystals out of the bag. With a little lube on my finger, I finger Peter's hole. He's not been fucked yet, but he takes my finger in easier. Onces he's lubed a little, I add a crystal one the end and pop it up, as far as I can get it. Peter knows what I'm doing and pulls out of James. This is my first time with my fingers on James' hole and it's warm, hot even. He doesn't need any more stretching so just place a big bit of T on my finger and slide it on his hole. Rubbing it around the inside of his hole. I can hear Peter moaning about the T burning his arse already and just waiting to get the rest of the T in my own arse. Minutes later and I can feel the burn in my own arse. All three of us are on the floor. All kissing each other, hands going over each other's body. Both James and Peter have a hand on my arse, James seems to be a little hesitant putting a finger on my hole. That doesn't stop Peter. He's got 2 fingers up me. There's lots of moaning, kissing and fingering. Peter stops a moment and goes back to his bag (where his pipe is), gets something out of it. He gave me a viagra. 'You may be young, but we're gonna do a shit load of T... take it.' Who am I to say no? James is playing with his dick, moaning as he strokes up and down. The T bump has got him so high, I'm not sure he knows what's going on. I decide I want him to fuck me. So I straddle him. Raise my arse and guide his dick into me. As I'm doing this, I'm kissing his. I slide down. Moving my hand from guiding his dick in my arse to his nipples. I'm squeezing his dick with my arse as his dick gets deeper. Then drop down and he's all the way in me. James is stroking my belly and playing with my dick. We're still kissing. Im hearing him broaning, his kissing becoming more forceful. I can see Peter has something out of his bag. They're toys. One is a couple ended dildo (Peter and I have used that before). He's on the chair, watching ke and James, wanking and putting the dildo in his own arse. For now, the pipe has done its job, and left on the side. I'm sliding up and down on James's cock. James is getting louder, his hands now on my arse cheeks helping me going up and down, pulling my cheeks apart. I can hear James' breathing getting quicker, his dick getting harder. I'm squeezing his dick more, twisting his nipples and he's moaning out. 'I'm gonna cum' he says and I can feel his shooting inside me. His last proper neg load.

I have been fucking my dad since I was 10. It was never abusive or forced, it just kinda naturally happened. I knew I wanted to be closer to him and loved that he taught me everything and we bonded that way. He always let me decide how far to take it and when I was ready to go all the way.

Chapter 1: Into the Hot Zone Helixion Genetics- Main Corporate Meeting Room; REDACTED LOCATION. 19:42 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “Okay, men, listen up,” Commander Nathan Briggs said, addressing the team of soldiers in front of him. At 52 years old, his time in the Biohazard Threat Response Division had taken a toll, causing his jet black hair to start greying prematurely. This earned him the call name “Gravestone,” a morbid joke among his team, who quipped he looked ready for one. His 6 foot 2 inch frame was starting to get a bit of a dad bod, but still he attracted the ladies easily with the muscular frame underneath (and a few men who are still recovering from severely broken hearts when they found out he was married and straight). Beside him stood his second-in-command, 34 year old Major Elias “Reaper” Kade, a 6ft tall, dark wavy brown hair and deep blue-eyed man, with well-defined muscles contained behind the black tactical shirt. “Let’s go over the plan of entry, and designated roles one last time. The main goal here is recon. Assume any survivor we find is infected. They are to be detained and held in isolation on exit. Hazmat teams are setting up the temporary holding trailers as we speak. Reaper, you’re up.” Also in the room were seven other men, all part of the elite Black Sigma Team. Looking at each one, Elias mentally reviewed each man. Sitting at the conference table was 27 year old Lieutenant Mason “Zero” Hawke, 5 ft 8 inches tall with short blonde hair with piercing grey eyes, known to the team for his ability to pass lie detector tests with no heart rate change, barely speaking to anyone due to some unknown trauma he suffered during his time in special ops. Next to him was 34 year old Lieutenant Tobias “Tex” Vahn, the resident virologist and chemical weapons expert. He was called Tex due to his thick Texan accent. Originally their civilian CDC expert, he’d been brought over to the proverbial dark side when funding for the CDC had dried up during the post-COVID era. Tobias was also the only member of the team that Elias trusted enough to come to his wedding, coming over regularly for game night with him and his new husband, Trevor. Trevor and Tobias were good friends from college, both graduating from Washington University in St. Louis. Beside him was 24 year old Corporal Jae “Pixel” Yun, on permanent loan from the South Korean military. 5’9 with dark brown eyes and black buzzed hair, he was the lead tech expert of the group; there were whispers among the men that his parents were secretly the owners of a major Korean tech company. However, Elias had yet to find any link there. Pixel and Sticks had become best friends, often bonding over one game or another, or some anime. Both were definitely the babies of the group. Which led him to Private First Class Eric “Sticks” Barlow, across the table from Pixel. At 20, he was the true baby of the group, and knew how to use it to his advantage. Barely coming up to barely Elias’ chin, he stood at a mere 5 foot 2 inches. A true prodigy when it came to electronics and coding, he had been a direct hire straight out of West Point. Somehow he’d managed to talk the Commander into keeping his hair dyed a bright, neon green with black undertones. Elias liked to think of him as the puppy of the group. Next up was 28 yr old Specialist Cole “Patch” Hannigan, the field medic of the team. He was second-newest to their team, with this being their first real deployment in the field after 6 months of training. Standing at 5 foot 11 inches, the guy was the chubbiest of the group, having been reassigned to the team after pissing off a commanding officer. Nobody knew what for exactly, but whatever it was, it had to be bad in Elias’ book. Last at the table was 30 year old Lieutenant Bryce “Stag” Mercer, the resident asshole and bullshitter of the group. 6 foot 1 inches tall, he was lanky with fiery red hair, pale skin and freckles. Previously he was the lead recon specialist of the group and former second in command, but after being caught pocketing some particularly gruesome photos from one of their missions, Gravestone had decided to put him on strict probation. His nickname came from his ability to stay in one spot almost eerily like a statue for hours at a time, like a deer in the woods. Elias cleared his throat, pleased as the group watched him with a respectful and quiet expectation. This would be his first true second-in-command position on the team. Part of him feared the men would never respect him, as only a few on the team knew he was gay, let alone had just gotten married. Pushing down his fears, he began to speak. “What we know so far is that at approximately 15:30 local time yesterday, a manual biohazard alarm was triggered in one of the labs in building three, on level sub level 5… as seen here on the map,” Elias said, aiming a laser pointer at the projected map on the wall. “Air quality sensors indicate no detected contamination, but still I’m going to stress that we at least enter wearing full BSL-4 until further testing can be done on site. This is a DARPA-funded bio lab, so anything could be down there. Lockjaw, anything to add on Tactical?” Major Adrian Reese, or as the team knew him, Lockjaw, stood off to the side, his jaw clenched in a permanent scowl from nerve damage he received a few years prior. 47 years old and standing at a towering 6 foot 5 inches, he was tall and muscular, with short buzzed brown and grey hair and a steely dark grey pair of eyes. All Elias knew was that Lockjaw and Gravestone went back to the “Berlin days” as the two cryptically referred to them, not sharing much information other than that. “Contact has been lost since the moment the alarm was triggered and the building is in full lockdown. Since we have no idea what we’re really dealing with, it’ll be standard clearance of each floor. The lab has 10 floors in total,” Lockjaw said, waving his hand to the map on the wall. “We’ll be entering the building on the roof. Each team will consist of three men. Patch, Pixel, and Sticks, you’ll be closest to the elevators and stairs in the core of the building. Your jobs are to maintain communications, and get into the company mainframe to see if we have any information to work off of. Company liaison doesn’t know what we could be dealing with due to the nature of the project, and access is still being worked on from our DARPA contact. Tex and Zero, you’ll be on the north side with Reaper where the labs are. Stag, you’re with me and the commander on the south where the offices are.” “We clear each floor and regroup at the elevators before moving to the next floor down as a team,” Elias continued. “Once the air quality is confirmed, you can take off the respirators, but we want to keep this clean, so maintain at least BSL-3 gear.” “We should expect at least 27 male bodies in the building,” Gravestone added. “It looks like the female scientists were at a conference for women in STEM, which has been confirmed by the company liaison here on site. Full lockdown has been initiated in the building, so once we get in, we won’t be getting back out until the lockdown is lifted or someone from outside lets us out. Expect quite a few locked doors and rolling fire doors to be in the way.” “We’re going to take this slow and check in every 15 minutes. Report anything you find as soon as you can,” Elias added. “And most of all, play it safe. We don’t need to lose anyone on this mission. This is a civilian lab with government funding, so we shouldn’t expect any real pushback from any survivors here, but don’t hesitate to use force to keep safe. Got it?” Elias was met with a few small murmurs and nods from the team as everyone started getting up, pulling on their tactical packs and checking the fit on their respirators. Elias turned his attention as Gravestone came over and patted him on the shoulder “Good work on the briefing, Eli,” Gravestone said, giving his shoulder a slight shake. “I knew you’d be a perfect fit for the job. This looks like a pretty easy in and out job, so we will get you home in time for breakfast with the husband. Dr. Trevor Bingham, isn’t it?” A slight flush spread on Elias’ cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed as he realized that his commanding officer did in fact know he was gay and married. His husband Trevor and even his team mate Tex had said he should just tell him - that it wouldn’t be a big deal. That he should be proud of who he was and that he deserved to be in this position. “Oh, well… uh… I didn’t know you…” Elias stammered, unsure what to say. “Who do you think signs off on your benefits paperwork?” Gravestone said, nonchalantly checking his fit on his back, and for any openings on the seals around his suit. “Denise wants you both over for dinner soon. Besides, you know our youngest, Mason, is gay, right? Just so you know, Tex was right… I wouldn’t have cared.” He shrugged his shoulders quickly in a non-chalant way. “Th….. thanks sir… I… thank you,” Elias stammered as realized that he’d put himself through untold amounts of stress… for nothing apparently. Sighing out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he walked over to the large double glass doors to the conference room and stood beside Tex as the others filtered out of the room. “Good work on the briefing, by the way,” Tex said, smiling as he gave a once over on Elias’ biohazard gear. “So, you and the commander have a fun chat just now?” Elias gave Tex a flat stare, unsure whether to strangle the man or give him a big hug. “When did he ask you?” Elias sighed resignedly. “Two weeks before your super secret wedding, bud,” Tex said, a shit-eating grin spread across his face. “You seriously didn’t look at the wedding gifts, did you?” Elias stared at Tex expectantly, waiting for further explanation. “Who do you think got you guys the espresso machine…” Tex said, taking a quick glance at the commander. “Didn’t you even read the gift card?” “Fuck…. No… I just thought it was from one of his coworkers at the hospital. Trevor is working on the thank you cards right now,” Elias groaned. “Damn it. We are definitely gonna have to have dinner with him and his wife. So… the commander is more of a wine guy, or a scotch guy?” “Neither. Cigars and bourbon for him, cake from that bakery just outside the base for the wife, and make sure you bring something fun and unique for the kids,” Tex said, satisfied on his inspection of the biohazard suit. “I owe you,” Elias said, sighing as he began to shove the massive hood of the suit on his head, adjusting the earpiece and microphone in the process. “How you thought you could get away with keeping it from him is lost on me, bro. Didn’t you think it was odd how he didn’t even bat an eye at your request for a week off? Well… I guess you can pay me back by giving me the details on what you walked in on yesterday in the ‘barracks’,” Tex said, grinning. Knowing that he would need to talk in private about it, Elias simply held up six fingers and pointed at the radio on his right hip. With an exaggerated rolling of the eyes, Tex threw his hood on as well and the pair started walking with the group across the sprawling grassy lawn in the center of the laboratory campus. “So, what’s the piping hot T, sis,” Tex’s voice filled his right ear, the crackle of the plastic suit punctuating each of their movements as they walked. “Oh my god… Just stop… Cultural appropriation. Only gay guys can talk like that,” Elias rejoined, trying not to laugh at Tex. “I’m waiting, guuuurl, and it best be hotter than last week’s Untucked,” Tex continued, doing his best to lay on an even, thick Texan accent. “Oh God… why am I friends with you… Thank fucking god this radio channel is encrypted right now…” Elias muttered before continuing. “So… you know how I was supposed to do the barracks check last night?” “I’d hardly call a Vegas hotel “barracks”, but… continue,” Tex said, gesturing his puffed up arm as the two began getting closer to the gleaming glass and metal building looming ahead, a large well lit 3 glowing on the side of it in the pale light. The two followed behind the group as they began to walk around to the back of the building towards a well-guarded fire escape. Both nodded at the two heavily armed soldiers wearing full respirators and shuffled into the cordoned off utilities area. “So, I went and finished checking on everyone. Couldn’t find Barlow… I mean Sticks, and Pixel said something about him going down to the gift shop for something… candy I think… and I got back to the room I’m sharing with Lockjaw,” Elias explained, waiting behind the team as one by one they began to climb the ladder. “Ok… so what…” Tex said, shifting from one foot to the other anxiously. “Still afraid of heights, huh,” Elias said, laughing slightly. “It’s only 40 feet off the ground we’re climbing.” “Shut the fuck up man and distract me with the story, because if I fall, I’m taking you with me,” Tex grumbled. “So, I got back to the room quicker than I thought and heard some noises coming from Lockjaw’s side of the suite,” Elias continued as he watched Tex shakily grab the first rung of the ladder. “Called out for him and got no reply. So I went in there to check on him. You know, I worry about the guy.” Slowly they began to climb up, stopping occasionally as a member of the team held up the group climbing off the ladder with the heavy gear on their backs. “Well, anyways, I go in the room… empty. So I check the ensuite bathroom… and I swear to fucking god… this stays between us…” Elias said, grunting slightly as they continued climbing. “Sure man,” Tex said, his voice carrying a slight nervous inflection as he quickly replied. “No, I’m fucking serious, man. I will pull you off this ladder myself and let you fall to your death on the ground if you share a fucking word of what I’m going to tell you,” Elias said, gritting the words out as they began climbing again. “Fuck…. Fine… I promise…” Tex said, gripping on the ladder tightly as they stopped again. Satisfied at putting the fear of God in his friend, Elias continued. “So… um… apparently I’m not the only gay on the team,” Elias said, glad to see that they had finally made it halfway up the building. “Oh shit… holy… The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tex said, his voice quivering as his foot slipped on one of the rungs and began flailing in the air. Sighing, Elias grabbed Tex’s foot and firmly planted it back on the rung. “It means… -grunt-… I walked in on Lockjaw and Sticks fucking like a pair of bunnies in the shower,” Elias said, helping Tex finally pull his legs over the half wall on the side of the building before finally bringing up the rear. “No fucking way,” Tex said, bent over and holding his knees, panting. Elias’ mind went back to the night before, when he had walked into the bathroom of the shared hotel suite and caught Lockjaw and Sticks in the act. —---- The night before... Elias had just entered the room when the sound of someone grunting in the bathroom beyond hit his ears. Did he slip and fall in the shower? Elias thought to himself as he rushed to the door. He stuck his head in about to speak when he took in the sight. Lockjaw was kneeling on the floor of the tiled shower, hips thrusting in time almost like a metronome, his back facing the doorway as steam and water barely blocked the view on the glass shower wall and door. Heavy, low hanging balls swung in time to the strokes, slapping occasionally against the smaller framed man in front of him… Sticks. Slowly, Lockjaw slid his hands across the wet, water-slicked back of Sticks, before finally resting his hands to be wrapped around Sticks’s small, graceful neck. The wet smacking sounds of Lockjaw’s thighs connecting with the back of Sticks’s echoed in the small room. Elias stepped back into the shadow of the room and watched as the two continued fucking rough and hard. “Fuck… Destroy my hole, fucking pound my tight boy ass into oblivion,” Sticks’s moans echoed out of the bathroom. “Fucking breed me like a bitch, daddy.” Elias’ eyes bulged as he watched Lockjaw pull most of the way out of the slimmer blond man’s ass, before spitting on his dick and slamming deeply back in. Lockjaw’s hands wrapped tightly around Sticks’s neck, squeezing tightly. The taller, older man slammed as hard as he could. For a second, Elias considered interrupting, fearing that the younger man would be seriously injured. “Yeah, you fucking love taking daddy’s giant load in your pussy, don’t you bitch,” Lockjaw growled out. “You want daddy to plant a nice thick load deep in this hole and make you his, don’t you boy?” “Fuck…. Yes, daddy, fucking choke me and destroy my ass,” Sticks replied, moaning deeply as Lockjaw changed his angle of attack on his strokes. “Make me your boy. Breed my ass and claim it.” Lockjaw’s strokes began to falter slightly in their regularity, but somehow he slammed even harder in the small blond’s ass. “Yeah, you fucking want daddy’s swimmers deep in there, don’t you, baby,” Lockjaw moaned. “Make that tight boy hole ooze my load for days with how much cum is gonna flood your guts. Make you send me pictures of you fingering my thick load back into your cumdump.” Suddenly, Lockjaw grabbed Sticks’s face and turned to him before locking lips. “Oh fuck, daddy, I’m gonna cum,” Sticks groaned, suddenly breaking the kiss. “Please give me your load, please shoot it deep in me!” “Oh fuck, baby, here it comes,” Lockjaw groaned, suddenly pushing as hard as he could into the smaller man, intent on burying his cum load deep in his ass. “Here. It. Comes!” Suddenly, Sticks’s cock shot volley after volley of thick cum across the shower floor. Slowly, the two straightened up, and Sticks turned around slightly, making out deeply as Lockjaw slowly stroked the last remaining drops of cum out of Sticks’s dick. Slowly, Lockjaw brought the cum-covered fingers to his mouth, licking the cum off of them before locking lips with Sticks again. Elias was shocked to see the size of cock the smaller man was carrying, his smaller frame making the size seem even bigger. Slowly, he backed away, before quickly making his way swiftly out of the shared hotel room. A short elevator ride to the gift shop and then out to the pool, Elias shakily lit up a cigarette. It had been six months since he quit, a promise to Trevor, an ultimatum for their marriage so to speak. But damn it, he needed it after what he had just seen. His cock was still raging hard in his pants as his mind kept replaying the events over and over. Suddenly, the voice of Commander Briggs knocked him out of the loop in his mind. “Okay there, soldier?” Gravestone asked, his gravelly deep voice said, causing Elias to nearly physically jump. “Oh, um. Yeah. Sure,” Elias replied, quickly trying to smooth over his emotions. “Just nerves, I guess.” Grabbing the lighter from Elias, Gravestone deftly lit the cigar he was holding, bringing it to life with ease. “Thanks, forgot mine upstairs,” Gravestone said, breaking the silence. Unsure what to do, Elias quickly put the cigarette out on the railing surrounding the pool. “I’m gonna head back up,” Elias said. “Try and get some sleep before we go back on duty tomorrow.” “Have a good one, then,” Gravestone replied, pulling out his phone as Elias walked back into the hotel. He snapped a selfie with the fat cigar in his jaw. Hopping on the elevator, Elias rode it in silence, trying to will himself to stop thinking about what he had just seen between his two teammates. Suddenly the door opened and Sticks stepped in. “Oh, hey Major,” Sticks said, his normal bright, bubbly attitude beaming as he spoke. “Got lost on my way back from the pool. Wrong floor.” Suddenly, Elias thought back to all the times he had bumped into Sticks getting off on the wrong floor, forgetting what side of the building he was on. This clearly has been going on for a long time, Elias thought to himself. “Cool, um… just get plenty of rest,” Elias said lamely. “Oh, I will… I’ve just got to work on my back stroke,” Sticks chuckled, before pressing the button for his floor. “Have a good one, Major!” Elias felt a blush spread across his face as he walked back to the room and went over to his room in the suite, hearing the soft sound of Lockjaw snoring coming from his partially open door. That night, Elias jacked off furiously several times, replaying the scene in his head, until finally drifting off to sleep in the sperm-covered sheets. —- The present… “Yes fucking way…” Elias replied to Tex. “Just don’t say anything…” “No man… look…” Tex said, pointing up at the metal security door that led from the roof top to the main stairwell of the building. Elias’ mind briefly went back to what he had read in the briefing. The exterior door was a steel door, rated for 2.5 hours of fire protection. The strongest they make. Elias walked over and slowly ran his hand along the door, pushing in the center on the off chance that maybe the door was just really weak. It didn’t budge when he pressed hard. Which made whatever had slammed hard into the door… strong. The center of the door bowed out, like someone had repeatedly slammed a sledge hammer into the center in a desperate attempt to get out or escape something inside the building. Somehow, the door had withstood the onslaught. “What in the fuck…” Elias said, unable to contain his disbelief.

I will always retain affection for this highly imperfect man, because when he stepped up in 2012 to endorse gay marriage, he paid a steep political price at the time. Obama's aides and staff were furious with him, he was shut out for quite some time. That allowed my nephew and his now husband to marry and adopt a daughter. There is no such thing as a perfect person or elected official. I rather liked his off-the-cuff style, even with his well-documented blunders.

I think the worst I've done is leaving old expired condoms on the dash of my car. Then putting oil based lube in a silicone based bottle. I've found that most tops don't notice or don't care if the condom breaks. They keep going. I did have a guy slip me something while we were playing. I woke up later that night with some young guy deep in my hole. When I messaged him and told him he didn't have to do that I would have gladly let that guy fuck me too, he sent me pics of 2 other cocks that had been in my while I was out.

Actions always have consequences, sometimes minor and sometimes not. If someone isn't prepared to be judged for what he's said, maybe he shouldn't say it. Because free speech (as a concept, not tied to a particular legal implementation like the inapplicable-here First Amendment) necessarily means others can speak too, including judging what the first person said or wrote. And as for "if not here, then where?" I would point out that even this site has rules, so it's not a case of "anything goes". There's a huge difference between (A) providing a site where people can discuss behavior that may be frowned upon by society at large, but which isn't harmful to anyone else and (B) providing a place for people to brag about doing truly malicious things. Celebrate being a shit person if you want, but don't demand that no one else call you out for being a shit person.

Eros you always gotta make things compicated! The purpose of my requesting no judgy comments is simply to encourage ppl to share their stories without reprisal, and if not here as a platform, then where? I don't think it's a stretch to speculate that depravity scales with all sorts of risky and deviant behaviours that would be considered evil, if not in a religious sense, at the very least, in a dungeons and dragons sense. So, I simply wanted to enable dialogue to provide shared insight with other like-minded deviants to anonymously comment about shit they've done and their thoughts on things. To put it blatantly, sluts do fucked up shit. That's my hypothesis, how many and how fucked up, who knows, but why not talk about it? Whether I'm gratifying these behaviours is irrelevant and the request for no judgy comments is hardly unique. Are only select topics allowed to have this privelege? This doesn't need to be a philosophical converstion, the point is for ppl to just share if they choose to, any stories that come to mind of fucked up things they may have done without people being mean and hypercritical. I know that you know full well that's all I was asking for too. geez did you have a bad day or something? and as for 'evil' in the title, you know that I'm not religious nor was it intended as judgemental word. It's just an adjective, a 😈-like desciptor, not a judgement and its meaning is completely dependent on the reader's perspective on the relatively abstract notion of what might constitute evil in a sex context. Now the vibe's all weird and no one's gonna share ><

I was in Louisiana and I had just arrived for a three month project with my job, and I was cruising the sites trying to find some playmates in my new place. I am 38, white, 5’8” 160, in good shape, clean shaven, military cut brown hair, a very eager bottom pig and usually if I’m playing I am also slamming T - love to get fisted on T; I have done other chems, but nothing is better. I have been told I am a great cocksucker, love to get fisted deep and long, love dirty Dominant talk, into water sports, bondage, spanking etc. etc. I typically play in just a leather jockstrap as the guys I play with are not at all interested in my cock and I like it that way. Naturally on the passive side, I do tend to respond to whoever I’m with by being increasingly submissive as the guy I am with is increasingly Dominant. I have a pretty suggestive and slutty online profile - good pictures of my body and face, even some of me getting fucked and fisted. For an hour, I had been looking online this being my first Saturday evening in Louisiana. I had sent messages to three or four guys when I noticed there was a message in my inbox from a guy in Lafayette, a city about an hour from me. “Hi. I’m Leon, are you looking to get fucked tonight?” This Leon was not one of the guys I had sent messages to, so I checked out his profile and the description was pretty short: “44 year old total top guy in Lafayette who can host.” There were mostly “ask me” answers in his profile, his HIV status was poz, but I figured we would jsut fist, so no big probelm there. His picture showed that he was in shape and handsome, so I replied, “Really looking to get fisted...you into that?” “Sure" was his reply. I unlocked all my pictures, giving him my cell number inviting him to give me a call or text me. Five minutes later he called, and his voice was low and smooth as he asked, “Hi, this is Leon, are you Matt?” “Yes, hi!” I said, and we began to talk. His voice sounded gentle but commanding and firm and the sound of it tuned me on. I had seen his pics and stats, so I knew he was a tall (6’5” 245) good looking black man with a shaved head and a lot of tats on his arms and body that looked hot as hell. He did not have a pic of his cock, but I was sure he had one and I wasn’t too concerned about it. I could tell by how he talked he was witty, intelligent and self-confident. We exchanges pleasantries, talked about sexual likes and dislikes and we seemed to mesh so well it I was all I could do not do sound over-eager. He said he’d like to see me dressed in my leather stuff, which was fine with me. I asked him if he partied, and he said sometimes, but that he really got into fucking tweaked up bottoms, so if I wanted to, I could. I told him that I was really looking to suck his cock and get fisted, but loved to party while I get fisted. He said he had some stuff, but I told him I would bring my own. This impressed him - he said he runs into too many mooching little bottom sluts just looking for a bump. Then he got right down to business - “Come over now so I can start working your hole, pussyboy.” I told him I loved that kind of talk and he said good, and that he’d call me ‘pussyboy’ and hoped I would live up to the name. He gave me his address and I told him it was an hour to his place, but that I’d get there as soon as I could. I ended the call, and was so sexually aroused I could not think. I had recently acquired two eight balls of very large crystals of tina which I was not too eager to use up quickly, so I fixed three pretty strong points of about a third of a gram each and left the rest of the stash safely in my room. I put on my metal cock ring, leather jockstrap, harness and chaps which left my ass exposed; I opted for wrestling shoes rather than boots and also inserted a medium butt plug for the ride. I threw on a light jacket over it all and carried the rest of my toys and stuff to the car. It was a long hour knowing what was waiting for me on the other end of the trip, but at 8:00 PM I arrived at Leon’s place. The address was in a a somewhat rundown trailer park and the natty look of the place gave off a kind of sleazy aura which I liked. The trailers were so close to each other - people were going to hear us. The thought of that got me hot. I parked my car and made the short walk to his door in my harness, jock, chaps while I covered my exposed ass with my gym bag as I knocked. Leon opened the door, gave me a once over with his eyes and with a toothy smile invited me in. We stopped inside the door and our eyes met each other as he palmed the back of my head, pulling me to him to kiss me deep and intensely. He firmly pinched my nipple and I rubbed his crotch as we kissed. I thought that since we had not discussed his cock size that it was nothing remarkable, but as we made out, I could feel one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen (including in porn) straining at the jeans he was wearing. He was stroking my exposed hole as he held me. “Nice pussy, boy. Nice.” I met his finger with my hips and continued to suck on his tongue like it was a cock. He paused after a few minutes and asked, “You need to do anything before we start, pussyboy? You bring your party stuff?” “Yes, sir, I said, “I would like use the bathroom just to make sure I’m clean and then I could slam too.” “No,” he said, “and call me Daddy. You can go ahead and clean up, but don’t slam until I tell you to, understand, boy?” Softly I said, “Yes sir, Daddy.” Leon put his finger under my chin to lift my head, looked into my eyes and said, “I am hot to fuck your slutty ass, maybe even as hot as you are to get fucked. You’ll be just fine - just do what Daddy says. Got that bitch? All I could think of was, “Oh Shit, how am I going to keep him from barebacking me?" I knew better, but his strength and confidence mesmerized me. “Yes, Daddy.” In that quietly moment I completely submitted to this magnificent stud and I found I wanted his barecock and load even more. I bowed my head a bit and looked down in submission. He kept fingering my hole, softly but firmly putting me in my place, “I do like fuckin little white pussy boys like you, show you where the line is, how a real man fucks - oh, I know what you want - I know what a white fag like you wants. You just make sure you are always taking care of my cock, you got that pussyboy?” I began to respond to his Dominance, breathing heavily, I looked into his eyes and whispered, “Yes sir.” Trembling at the idea of what lay ahead, I went to bathroom and briefly cleaned out, using Leon’s well equipped shower. I dried off, popped a little lube in my hole and walked back into the bedroom. There was Leon, clothed and lying on the bed; his eyes motioned me over. I crawled up next to him, and he fitted a black leather collar around my neck and snapped a leash to it. “Now, he said, “undress me and suck my cock until tell you to stop. I mean to breed your ass first off, so get me hard.” I was scared to death, but I couldn’t help myself. I was fixated on him as he exuded sheer masculinity and I knew I would be taking my first bareback cock in 15 years, and I knew he was poz. I unzipped and unbuttoned and peeled off all his clothing until he was naked, staring at me while he slowly stroked himself. “Where is your party stuff?” “I have it here,” I said as I pulled a prepared .3 syringe out of my bag. “Give it to me to hold and start sucking, pussyboy.” I moved between his legs and with only my mouth, engulfed little more than the head of his magnificent and incredibly thick cock. I tried to wrap by hand around the shaft lower down, but could not get my whole hand around it. Fucking amazing cock, had to be 10 inches long and impressively thick - I was getting so I couldn’t wait to have it in me. I continued sucking and slurping and Leon made approving noises. I swallowed as much as I could, and as I deep throated about three quarters of his lovely black cock, I looked up at Leon’s face in total submission. Seeing me there, kneeling between his legs with my hands gently rubbing his stomach, nipples and chest, he said, “You look like you’re praying, all down on your knees like that.” I tried so swallow more, and he ramped up the talk, “Yeah, bitch, worship that cock! That’s a real cock, white boy, you like it huh? You’re a good cocksucker, aren’t you? Fuck, you fucking faggots can’t help yourselves can you - gotta have my cock don’t you?Tell me how much you want my big black cock in your ass, you fucking pussy. Tell me pussyboy!” I lifted my head off his cock and quietly begged, “Oh Daddy, I want you to fuck me silly with your magnificent black cock! I want you to own my ass..”your pussy, you mean, he said, twisting my nipple ...yes sir, my pussy, and pump it full, breed my pussy ass." “Yeah, you’ll that, bitch. You’ll get that and more.” I resumed sucking him and soon his cock was fully hard. I paused to look at its beauty and perfection and wondered how big it really was. Seeming to know what I was thinking already, Leon said, “It’s eleven by eight, boy. enough for you?.” I nodded and smiled and continued to worship his manhood...nothing else even existed for me - this man’s cock was all that mattered. After a few minutes he touched my forehead, and said, “Climb on top of my cock and take all of it to the balls, pussyboy.” Immediately, I generously lubed his cock and straddled him, reaching behind me to put the head into my ass. Leon held a bottle of poppers under my nose,“Take two hits, boy.” I did, and since my ass was nice and lubed too, his thick cock split my butt open and began to slide in. “Yeah, fuck your self with a real man’s cock, you little faggot! Look into my eyes when you take my cock...fuck, look at your face! You really love it, don’t you, you really are a little faggot, huh - Oh fuck your pussy is hot! I love having a faggot like you riding on my big nasty nigger cock. Tell me how much you love my nigger cock.” I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just blurted out, “This is the greatest cock I’ve ever seen, and I love sucking it and and having your big black cock...” Leon tweaked my nipples roughtly - sternly correcting me, “It's nigger cock, pussyboy. Say it!” Here I was riding the biggest thickest cock I have ever seen, taking it bareback, something I never do, and about to use a word I never do, but I knew it was just like taking him bareback - it was not an option, but a simple act of total submission, and so was what I said as I looked in his eyes. “Fuck yeah, Daddy I love your hot nigger cock in my faggot white pussy. I want you to fuck me, all night with your huge fuckin’ nigger cock! A triumphant smile came over his face. “Yeah, bitch, yeah,” he said as he thrusted his massive tool into me. By this time I had all by two inches of him in me and I was slowly gyrating to get the last of his awesome pole into me, when he gave me the poppers again. Looking deep into his eyes, I took a couple big deep hits and slid down balls deep on his gigantic 11 manhood. “Good little faggot, your pussy is so fucking hot, oh, I own your ass, boy!" “Yes sir, yes, Daddy, it’s yours, all yours...” His 11 inches of hard black cock stuffed all up inside me had me in a trance. "Fuckin' Slut, you're a hot little faggot, you jsut keep making my cock happy." :Fuckin' love your nigger cock, Daddy! “Here, bitch, he said, handing me the point full of meth I gave him earlier, “do this now as you ride my cock - show me how much you want to be my faggot white slut!” I reached to take the point from him, saying, “Yes Daddy!” “Tell me how much you want to be my slut, pussyboy!” I sat there, with Leon’s huge beautiful thick black manhood completely embedded in my eager twitchy white ass; in front of me was a monster slam of meth and he was asking me to do something I had never done - take a slam of meth with a bare cock inside me - a fucking monster black - nigger - cock, a fucking mandingo fantasy cock, one that was eleven inches balls deep inside of me. This could be the hottest and most twisted way I had ever slammed - and beyond the slam lay all the intense, piggy, uninhibited sexual adventure I would ever experience. All I had to do was beg like a filthy cheap whore for his beautiful cock. As the words came out, I was surprised how easily I gave in actually. I looked deep into his eyes and ground my pussy on his stiff thick monster pole, tweaked my nipples and started to whisper, “Fuck yeah, Daddy, it's so fuckin hot to get fucked by a real man like you - I need it - I need, crave, your huge nigger cock in my pussy. You nigger cock craving faggot, boy? "Yeah, I'm your nigger cock-craving faggot!” Leon smiled “You really are a filthy white trashy whore, aren’t you?” I just smiled and quietly moaned, "Yeaaaaah Daaaady...” “Fuck yeah, that's hot bitch, I own your sorry ass, now, let me see you slam this, and keep looking into my eyes as you do it, pussyboy.” “Yes, Daddy.” With that, he handed me the point and said, “Get ready, pussyboy.” I swabbed my arm and put on the tourniquet as he picked up his cell and made a call. “Hey man. You have got to come over and help me fuck this white boy I have here. He’s sitting with my hard cock up in his pussy right now. Yeah, man, lotsa fun. A total faggot, yeah a pig, definitely...sending you a pic of what we’re doing now...ok, hang on.” Leon held the phone to my face. “Hello?” I said. “You Leon's whore tonight? “Uh-huh, his pussyboy.” “You sitting with Leon’s big cock up your ass? “Uh-huh, all of it” I said. “Say it, you bitch, say it so I know.” “I’m sitting with Leon’s big thick nigger cock all the way up my ass,” I said matter-of-factly. “Fucking slut! Give me back to Leon!” Leon took the phone back. “Yeah, we will, see you in a few,” Then he chuckled at something the other guy said and ended the call. The he pointed the phone’s camera at me. “Put this over your face, pussyboy, I am going to video you slam and ride my cock.” He handed me a black hood, and I put it on. In my mind I paused at how thoughtful he was even though he was only going to tear my ass up as much as he could...so fucking hot. I took the hood from him, it was made of a comfortable light material and just had eye and mouth holes. It went on easily, and he started the video. “You slam that shit, now” Leon ordered. I put the needle to my vein and drew back a good register, then I pushed (as Leon videoed me) and I took the needle out of my arm and handed it to Leon; he kept videoing. As I raised my arm I removed the tourniquet with a snap and on came the inevitable coughs, the rush that brought sheer abandoned sluttiness, the ringing in my ears, the rolling unfocused eyes and an endless hunger for that massive cock inside of me. The slam gave my impaled ass an intense super hot sensation, and I vigorously rode Leon’s huge cock with total abandon. All I could think of was how much a hot fucking stud Leon was! “Oooooooohhhhh, Daddy fuck yeah!” was all I could manage to say. The slam transformed my already whorish nature into Leon’s wanton single-mindedness bitch who only wanted to please and serve and submit to him. I looked as him and was fixated for a moment on the contrast his skin made with mine and with the perfection of this man, this black man - this example of true masculinity. I was exactly where I wanted to be, and I started writhing in ecstasy on his rock hard cock, the cock that was the center of my existence. “Yeah, fucking junkie faggot, ride my fucking cock!" Leon was the best I ever had at dirty talk, I was helpless in his power. and His words heated me up even more, “Fuck yeah, Fuck yeah, I’m your faggot bitch and I love your thick nigger cock in my pussy, please Daddy, fuck me like this all night!!” I rode him for a half hour, with him taunting me racially and me not caring as long as I had his cock in me. I was riding him, in ecstasy, facing him. He stopped the video and set the phone aside. My legs and feet were on the bed on either side of him. I was using my arms to raise and lower my hole, sliding the whole length of his cock as I did. I was reveling in the full feeling in my ass, the sluttiness of it all and the approving taunts Leon was serving me along with his hard cock. “Fuck yourself on that hard nigger cock you little bitch...you can’t get enough, can you? Oh fuck, your faggot hole is so hot, feels just like a little girls’ pussy, this is what you're made for - I interrupted, "Yeah, to be a pussy for a real man like you.” I got back on my knees leaned forward and we kissed with me riding him for I don’t know how long - I was oblivious to anything but his massive prick in me. Finally I felt his cock get super hard like he was about to cum. “Gonna fill that fucking hole now boy, get ready," Leon whispered in my ear. Fuck, Daddy your cock is so fucking great! Breed my pussy Daddy, oh yeah!” I hissed as he took my hips and began to increase the speed and intensity of his thrusts. “Yeah, here it comes pussyboy, gonna seed your ass, yeah...take it,” and Leon shot a huge load of his seed in my ass for nearly a minute, and then lay still, his cock still hard in my hole. I clenched my hole on his cock and looked into his eyes. He thrust up at me gently but continually. He stayed hard and kept pumping my ass some more. The massive quantity of his first load was leaking out of my ass. I started catching it, and eating it off my fingers while he continued to fuck me, his 11 inches just as hard as before he bred me. We kept going this way for at least another 30 minutes and he shot another load of his cum in my well fucked ass, and after he pulled out, all I could do is think about when Leon was going to fuck me again. After he settled, he gently lifted me off his cock, he smiled at me and told me, “I think someone is waiting for you, pussyboy.” I turned and noticed that sometime during our fuck session, a second man had entered and was sitting in a chair enjoying the show. His hard cock was in his hand and he was slowly stroking it as he watched. The new man’s skin was brown, and he looked Hispanic and about 45. He was thinner but still very good looking and muscular. He wore roomy jeans and no shirt. His bare arms and chest looked chiseled and along with his angular face, gave him a hard kind of sinister, even scary, look, like someone used to getting his own way. Our eyes met, and he smiled, the hard look went away. “Fuck, Leon, he is some freaky little white boy.” Leon spoke up, “Pussyboy, this is Pedro.” Pedro gave a little chuckle at the introduction but didn't say anything. "Hi," I quietly said to Pedro and smiled a little. “Yeah, ok, ‘pussyboy,’ get over here and suck my cock. I went eagerly over to the chair Pedro was sitting in and got between his legs, took a couple massive poppers hits from him. I held the last hit and looked up into Pedro’s eye as I exhaled it and took his whole cock down until my nose touched his stomach. Pedro groaned approvingly, “ooooh puta, you a good cocksucker. Yeah.” I still tweaking majorly and would be for some time. Pedro’s cock was nearly as thick as Leon’s, and not as long, but was still 9 inches long with a nice curve that made for great deep-throating. I kept taking Pedro’s full length hungrily down my throat, and soon Pedro pushed my head down and held it there as he shot his load. I was able to take all he gave me and stayed on his hard cock until I milked every drop from him. Pedro turned to Leon, “I want to tag this faggot’s ass now, man, OK? Get on the bed and suck your Daddy’s cock, bitch,” and as I climbed on the bed, Pedro gave me a hard slap on the ass, and I eagerly got on all fours between Leon’s legs and began to sucking his cock back to hardness. Pedro took charge for a bit, “Suck that big fuckin cock, yeah, you little faggot, get your ass up in the air more, bitch! Keep sucking Daddy’s cock, there you go...” I was enjoying the feel of Daddy’s cock hardening in my mouth, when I felt Pedro’s fingers in my hole. “Shit, bitch, how many loads have you taken so far?” “Two, sir,” I said quickly and resumed sucking Leon’s ever growing hardon and Pedro was fingering my cummy hole. “Nicely fucked ass, but you want more, right, you slut? I gave him a ‘mmmhmmm’ as I continued with Daddy. “You give him a slam, Lee?” Pedro asked. “Yeah, it was about two hours ago now I think. Time for another?” Leon asked. Let me get all the way into his ass for a while, OK. But get it ready, OK? Pedro slid his cock all the way into me and held it there for a minute or two, then he withdrew it and vigorously slapped my ass cheek before pounding it forcefully back into my hole. He repeated the sequence for a while, thrust, pull, slap, thrust, pull, slap; I kept Daddy’s cock in my mouth and squealed at the enjoyment of the pain. Eventually Pedro just pounded my ass until he put the third load into me, saying very little, but grunting as intensely and loudly as I’ve heard from anyone. Pedro pulled out and out and sat on the bed. “Clean his cock, pussyboy,” Leon said. I turned around and cleaned off Pedro’s still hard cock with my mouth, being sure to look Pedro in the eye as I swallowed the cock that had just been in my ass. Pedro smiled and muttered, “Fucking nasty slut. Hot.” After he was clean, he ordered me on all fours. “Suck your Daddy’s cock again, bitch.” You like that cock don’t you? I nodded with Leon’s cock in my mouth, and Pedro ordered, “Say it!” “I fucking love worshiping Leon’s awesome nigger cock with my faggot white mouth!” Shit, Lee, he thinks he’s in love with you! Leon said, “No pussyboy knows better. He’s just a fucking faggot, right boy? I nodded and gave a ‘mmmmhmmmm’ as I took Leon’s cock down my throat. “You like getting fisted, pussyboy?” came Pedro’s voice from behind me. I gave him another ‘mmmhmmm’ and kept at Daddy’s cock. “Get him that slam, ok Lee? Can you give it to him?” “He can do it himself and it’s hot to watch. I’ll dose him some G though.” Leon got up for a second and came right back with a glass of gatorade. Pedro kept was still hard and kept fucking me while Leon got the drink. “Here pussyboy,” Leon said, “drink this, you’ll like it.” After I emptied the glass, Pedro slowly withdrew his cock from me and said, “OK, bitch, time for you to slam again. How should we do this?” Leon ordered me, “Stay on all fours, boy." Turning to Pedro, without ordering him, but leaving no doubt he was in charge, Leon said to Pedro, "Work your hand into the faggot's pussy, and when you get in, just stay still." He'll slam himself with your hand in him.” With that Pedro began to stuff crisco into my hole handfuls at a time. His hands were, like he was, slender but strong. My hole was quivering. I could hardly wait. Pedro alternated hands as he inserted fingers, four at a time to knuckles to prime my ass for his whole hand. He pushed his left hand into my willing greasy hole and slowly he slid it all in and slapped my ass in triumph. “Fuck! pussy took that fist quick. Hungry little faggot, huh?” Slap! went Pedro’s hand on my newly fisted ass. I moaned and continued sucking Daddy's cock as Pedro’s hand slowly twisted into my bowels. FUCK! I had never been so totally turned on in my life! Their racial taunts and spankings only made it hotter by the minute. Daddy lifted my head. “Time for this, pussyboy. I know you want it, you fucking junkie, you been staring at it for 5 minutes," His look as regarded me was one of complete and utter confidence in his superiority. He held the loaded point between his thick fingers. I eagerly took it. He handed me a swab and tied my arm for me as Pedro still twisted his hand slowly into my sloppy hole. Daddy told Pedro to stay still and as Daddy held the leash attached to my collar, he stood and watched me take the dose - I put the needle to my vein, hitting it right away. I drew back, got a good influx of blood and pushed the plunger home. Leon took the used needle and I raised my hand above my head and removed the rubber band from around my bicep and I felt Daddy raise my upper body nearly upright while Pedro kept his hand in my ass. The rush was epic! I was afraid for a second or two that I couldn’t breathe, but that passed and soon all I wanted was Pedro to shove his arm into me as far as he could. I was transformed by the raw lust I had for Daddy's cock right then, and I gobbled as much of him as I could. My world was their two cocks, and my giving over to be used by these two amazing studs. Both Pedro and Leon let me get back to breathing normally. Leon put me back on all fours, he fed me several hits of poppers while I went down on his massive cock. Between the G kicking in and the extra slam, I swallowed nearly all of Leon’s cock and held it there while I stared into his eyes. Leon saw me look at him and said, “Fuck, look at those eyes! Yeah, you horny faggot, you tweaking now, aren’t ya? Look at you swallowing Daddy’s dick all the way, and big bad Pedro opening up your sloppy pussy with his arm, damn, pussyboy, you’re a sight! I increased my intensity on his cock. "Yeah, Leon groaned, "keep worshipping my cock boy, I got another load for you, just worship Daddy’s cock and take what Pedro gives you.” With Leon’s cock firmly down my throat, Pedro went to work on my hole with his hands - he was a masterful fister. Leon offered, and I deeply huffed on the poppers a few more times and as they took effect. Pedro began his skillful penetration of my ass with his forearm. My hole felt like it was a mile wide and as he progressed into me, Pedro knew just what to say. “Fuck man, you have such a fine faggot hole, you’re fucking built to take it up your ass.” “Damn, bitch, look in the mirror,” Leon said, “Pedro is almost to the elbow and you’re still gobbling my cock - you like seeing yourself like that, pussyboy?” “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I answered, “so fucking hot, being your faggot, fucking love it! “That’s my pussyboy, now get ready to swallow my cum, bitch!” he snarled. In a couple minutes he shot another big load all over my face. Leon looked at me and said, "Let it be, boy, you look good that way." “Shit, you are a happy little whore with all my cum on your face, and Pedro stretching your little pussy out, huh boy?" I just smiled, then Leon fed me his cum from off my face, which I gladly ate. Leon sat back and watched Pedro work further into my hole, twisting and turning his arm further and further into my ass. Leon fed me poppers as Pedro gave my eager spun hole a good work out. Slowly, bit by bit, he sank his arm into me. Pedro whispered to me, “here it comes - all the way into that sloppy hole of yours! FUUUUCK, you're a good little faggot, huh, boy? Pedro turned to Leon, "Fuck! Lee, look at this,” as slowly he began to twist his forearm into me all the way to his elbow. I looked in the mirror and saw that Pedro had reached his elbow and was grinning evilly at me. The night had only just begun. This was the start of an amazing three months I spent in Louisiana, and I saw Daddy and Pedro almost exclusively during that time - including two very eventful trips to the bathhouse in the French Quarter....

Long time reader, first time contributor. Hope you enjoy, this is a mostly true story. ____________________________________________________________________ I was 22 years old before I understood that I was gay. I put that fully on my repressed religious upbringing where even mentioning "sex" was [banned word] in my house. But once I discovered what those odd feelings in my gut meant when I saw a large bulge, or a strong, masculine man, it was not long before I was spending a lot of time searching for encounters with men that would bring me the kind of satisfaction I had been craving. At first, I wasn't very picky at all, and my desperation for sex overshadowed any other thoughts I had about the guys I met. And I will admit that my naivete was probably a turn-on for some of the older men who were all too happy to take advantage of me. It was very obvious after one or two meet-ups that I was a bottom, and knowing just enough about gay history, I knew that condoms were important and that I should never hook up without them. I was still on my parents' insurance so there was no way I could get prep without them knowing, and since I wasn't "out" to them yet, condom sex was really the only option I could think of. The next year, I was almost finished with college, but my studies weren't going especially well, at least in part because of all the time I spent looking for sex. I eventually found a couple of regulars but even still, I was almost constantly searching for more. We always used condoms. One night, I had a few drinks in my dorm room which made me horny so I messaged one of the guys, Jake, to see what he was up to. After a few minutes, he responded that he was already going to meet up with someone that night. I figured that meant no time for me and started looking for some porn to jack off too when another message came through. "He says it'd be hot if you came over too. What do you think?" I had never been with more than one guy before and was a little nervous about it, but I said that would be fun if he could pick me up on the way since I had been drinking. A short while later, I got the message to head outside and get in the car. The drive was quiet, my nerves were getting the better of me, but I was committed at that point since I couldn't make my own way back to the dorms. The house we pulled up to was out of the way, tucked in a quiet corner of a rural neighborhood. After we parked, Jake sent a quick message on his phone and we headed up to the door which opened just before we got there. The man standing in the doorway was older, probably in his 50s, but in decent shape. His head was shaved and he had a short beard, but what really caught my attention was the fact that he wasn't wearing any pants. He had answered the door in a pair of black briefs that did nothing to hide the large bulge in his pants. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and he chuckled, "Guess you like what you see? Come in already." Jake and I walked inside and the man introduced himself as Tim and offered us each a drink. Still nervous, and now embarrassed that he had caught me staring, I took him up on his offer and he poured me a stiff whiskey coke which I downed pretty quickly. There was some of the typical smalltalk while Tim waited for me to calm down a bit, and every once in a while, he would give Jake a look, some sort of exchange happening without words. Pretty soon, Jake came over to me and started pulling on my shirt. Loosened up by the drink, I started to get into it and was happy when he started to kiss me passionately. Kissing always gets me going like nothing else and it wasn't long before both of us were naked, exploring each others bodies with our hands. Tim sat down close to us, stroking himself lightly and every once in a while he'd say something like "yeah, that's hot" or even just slight moans. Jake pushed me down on the couch and guided my mouth to his dick which had grown to its full 7 inches. I don't have great oral skills, but I always try my best. Jake held onto my head and tried to fuck my mouth, making me gag at the intrusion but he was getting nice and wet from my spit. I could taste the light saltiness of his precum on my tongue and eagerly slurped it down, swallowing what was there. I knew there wasn't much risk of anything just from sucking him. After a few more minutes of that, he told me to lay down and positioned himself between my legs. He grabbed a condom from his pants, rolled it onto his dick, and lined himself up with my hole. Tim stood up and walked over to me. The bulge I had seen earlier was nothing compared to what I was seeing now. That thing had to be over 9 inches, way more than I had ever had before. He reached under my head with a pillow to help me keep it up more and then guided my mouth to his cock. Jake and Tim both started to push into me at the same time and soon I was opening up on both ends. I had never felt anything like that before and I found myself so turned on that I started moaning, clearly enjoying the treatment. "Yeah, just like that. You like taking both of us? Fuck him Jake," Tim said. I could see Jake grinning and he pushed all the way in, bottoming out inside my ass and giving me that full feeling I loved. He started to move in and out of me, increasing speed until he found a good rhythm. I kept sucking Tim, trying to get more and more of him into my mouth and massaging his balls. Whenever I drink, I turn into the guy who gets worried whether everyone in the room is having a good time, and I wanted to make sure that he was enjoying it as much as I was so I sucked him with enthusiasm. We kept this up for a few minutes when suddenly Jake stopped, and pulled out abruptly. "Crap, the condom broke." He pulled the condom off and held it up, it had clearly split at the end. As he did this, the tip of his raw dick dropped and ended up pressed lightly against my hole, but he didn't make a move to push it in. It felt... so good! As he moved, it rubbed against my opening, slick with lube and spit. I started to feel even more turned on than before but wasn't sure what to do next. "Do you have another?" I asked tentatively. "You guys have fucked before, right?" Tim asked. "I don't have any condoms in the house, do you really want to stop?" Jake let out an involuntary whimper, just enough for me to hear, and pushed just a little towards me. In my drunken state, I was finding it hard to concentrate through the sensations of his dick against my hole and let out a moan despite myself. "We don't have to keep going..." Jake offered, but it was clear that's not what he wanted. All this time, he was still rubbing against my hole, which was driving me into a frenzy, and the scent of Tim's cock still right in front of my face wasn't helping. "Uh... it's fine. Don't stop." I gave in. Jake looked up at Tim with a big grin and immediately pushed all the way inside me. I couldn't believe how easy it was to take him all the way. I opened up like never before. And the feeling... it was a whole new experience. I had never considered that it might feel different without a condom but this was amazing. I gasped in ecstasy and my hole involuntarily clenched around him. "Oh my god, that feels so good man! Your hole is so much better like this." Jake started fucking me harder, getting closer and closer to cumming. Tim pushed back into my mouth and I was overcome by all the sensations. I think I kind of blacked out for a bit, not sure if it was the booze, the sex, or some combination of both, but I lost all track of time. Suddenly, Jake started to tense up and he sped up his rhythm. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He said, still pounding away at my hole. "Do it, fuck his ass!" Tim encouraged him. Next thing I knew, Jake groaned loudly and pushed all the way in, holding tight to my hips and shaking. I could feel his cock twitching inside me and knew that he was cumming. All at once, it was like something broke inside me, and I knew that I would be chasing that feeling for the rest of my life. It was so much better than any sex I had had up to that point, and I loved the feeling of him leaking inside me. "You did great, boy." Tim patted me on the head as he started to move around to Jake. He grabbed Jakes shoulders and slowly pulled him back, his cock slipping out of me with a slight pop. "My turn." I started to get up. I didn't know anything about Tim and I wasn't sure that I wanted him to be inside me bareback, but Jake gently pushed me back down and said "It's ok, you're going to love it." Tim lined up against my hole and started to push. I clenched against the intrusion, worried about the risk with a complete stranger, but my hole was weak from Jake's fucking and it slowly started opening up despite my best efforts. "That's it, open up for me. Just let me in, it'll be so good." Tim's persistence started to pay off and the tip of his dick passed through my first sphincter. I tried again to pull away but he and Jake were holding onto me and I couldn't move enough to get him out of me. I tried pushing him out with my ass, but when I did Tim leaned forward and another couple inches of him slid into me. "Nice, that feels amazing. Keep pushing like that!" I started to feel dizzy and between that and the amazing sensation in my ass, I couldn't help but moan and my head fell back onto the pillow. "Yeah, that's good. Just relax, you can take it all," Tim sighed as he continued pushing his length into me. I could feel myself opening up and between the lube, spit, and Jake's cum still inside me, it wasn't long before Tim was as far as he could go. Or so I thought... "Hold on boy, there's still more," he almost whispered and he shifted his hips against me. I could feel the pressure building inside of me and thought I was going to be split in two, when suddenly something inside me moved and the pressure released. I yelped at the new sensation and Tim said "Fuck! That's it, I'm past the curve now." Jake cheered him on, rubbing my head and trying to reassure me. "Boy, that ass feels so good and I'm so deep, not gonna last long. Jake, you lubed him up good for me," Tim said and started rocking his hips against me, sliding easily in and out of my slick ass. My brain felt like it was short-circuiting, like I couldn't form full thoughts against the feelings deep inside me. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I loved the way it felt. Tim was bigger than anyone I had ever had, and the full feeling I got with him all the way inside me was intoxicating. "Mmph, nice and broken in now! Feel how wet that is? You've got a lot of my precum in you already, and I'm gonna put this load so deep in you, it's never coming out! After this, you'll never want to use a condom again," Tim tried to take his time, pausing frequently to try and hold off his orgasm, but all the talk along with the feeling in my ass was clearly getting him worked up. Pretty soon, he stopped talking and his breathing got heavy. "Oh fuck... here it comes!" Tim grabbed my throat, looked deep into my eyes, and with one final thrust, he pushed all the way in again and I could feel that pulse of his muscles contracting, shooting his cum deep inside me. He collapsed down onto my chest and I realized I had cum at some point during the fucking. I had been so carried away I didn't even notice. I was completely overwhelmed after taking two loads inside me, but I knew that Tim was right and I would probably never use a condom again. Still inside me, Tim leaned forward and forced his tongue into my mouth, kissing me fiercely. I couldn't help but get into it and soon I was kissing him back just as passionately. After a few minutes, he had softened enough that he slipped out of me, but before he stood up, he leaned in and whispered just to me, "Jake should be thanking you, you saved him tonight. I just pumped a massive 7-day toxic load deep inside you, knocked you up good boy. Your ass is mine forever." The End

I doesn't seem that long ago where I believe that most guys preferred or even demanded safe condom fucking. Bareback fuckers were a minority. Fast forward to 2025 and it seems like the numbers have flip-flopped. Maybe it's a change in culture, maybe it's the map type instant hookup sites. Or maybe it's because of prep. I mean, do you ever see condoms being used in gay porn? At any rate it seems like the majority of tops and over half of the bottoms want to fuck raw. If not using prep most of these raw fuckers are satisfied with simply saying "I'm negative", "I'm clean" or I'm "DDF". I absolutely love this new way of hooking up and I love the excitement of the negotiation and the moments until a top slips his bare cock in my eager hole. From that moment on it's not if he's "safe" or not, it's about the feeling of a raw cock pumping my ass and the the burning desire for him to breed me. Does anybody else have thoughts on the matter or noticed a change in the culture about bareback fucking?

That's a good one

i constantly need my guts soaked in cum but if its a group i wanna take loads down my throat too

I'm not at all sure she wants to run again. If she did, there would be more exposure in the media, and she's been really quiet since. That's really uncharacteristic of a hungry pol. I haven't read it yet, so I can't really comment on that. I'll get around to it at some point ... Now THAT's a really interesting question, and worth a well-thought-out response. I'll put that in the "stew-pot' in the back of my head and set the oven on "simmer".

This is a perfect example of the old folk-saying: "Dress for success" !!!

I had met this guy while travelling, and he wanted to show me a good time!

Take your dick out and drop to your knees? No cop conducting a sting operation would do that.

I did a thing this weekend. Got a membership to my local bath house. Simply amazing idea. This is what the membership is for. 🤤😈☣️

Considering my group of friends and the people I play with, I don’t consider that to be a [banned word] question. I think it’s a fair question, and to be honest, it turns me on to know.

I don’t mind swallowing a load, but I crave loads in my boy pussy. Nothing beats the feeling of a dick pulsating when he unloads in my pussy.

I think I could have written thus myself. I live in UK Got diagnosed poz back in 2020. Put on meds and am now undetectable. For me it's just another condition I have to manage along with hypertension, dodgy knee, poor eyesight. My sex life has been liberated somewhat without the "worry" of getting pozzed. U = U is very apt. I get 6 monthly checks at Dean St ( or more often if needed!) It mirrors my life. Wish I'd written it.

Jim got home late. He couldn’t believe what had happened at Timmy’s. Had he really let his student and his grandfather fuck him bare like that? He was aware that he had vaguely hoped for something to happen when he went there, but nothing like that. When he got home, he stripped off and examined himself in the full length mirror in his wardrobe. Not for the first time he sighed at the sight of his fat, white body which he found so unattractive. But now, as he turned to look at his naked bottom, he realised something had changed. Two cocks had slid up between those flabby cheeks and he was carrying their sperm. They had wanted him, and now he wanted more. The next day, he had to go into town to buy a suit for the new term at school. He liked to mark each new year with a new jacket or suit. Unfortunately, Jim’s car was in the garage so he decided to get the bus. He was lost in thought and didn’t really pay attention to his stop until he had gone past. The bus was in a run down part of town near the disused railway when he got off. There was litter in the streets and people hanging around who looked down at heel and stared at him as he stood unsure where to go. Then he saw a street sign for the town centre so he followed it. The street became an alley with back doors to various run down shops and overflowing rubbish bins outside. Jim became worried. He didn’t care for this area and he also really needed to pee. Further ahead he could see a wider street crossing the alley with more traffic so he hurried on thinking it must be near the centre. As he turned a bend in the alley, he saw a sign saying “toilets” and pointing down a short side alley. He hesitated but he really needed to pee so he turned down and found an old brick building in a dark dead end with small, grimy windows and ladies and gents doors. It was gloomy and damp inside and smelled like it hadn’t been cleaned in a while. Jim went round a wall screening off the toilet from the doorway and paused. There were several men inside watching a pale, thin youth kneeling sucking the cock of a white haired old man with his pants down. Jim gasped and they looked at him. The youth made to get up, but the old man held his head in place and grinned at Jim. “Come in or fuck off!” He said softly. Jim felt the hairs rise on his neck and his cock tighten. The youth continued sucking as Jim stood there. There was a smell of piss and poppers in the confined space as one of the men gestured for him to come in. In a daze, Jim moved over to the group and watched the cock in the youth’s mouth. Rough hands tugged at his belt and someone grabbed his neck and kissed him. Jim groaned as the questing tongue filled his mouth and then he felt cool air on his body as his trousers and pants were pulled down. A hand tugged at his small cock as others explored his fat backside. “Nice,” someone whispered. “Bend over.” Jim hesitated. This was really depraved. He didn’t even know these men and they could be carrying any kind of disease. The man stopped kissing him and pressed a bottle to his nose. The poppers swept through him and he felt his heart pound with lust. “Bend over!” The voice hissed and other hands tugged at his shoulders. With a sob of surrender, Jim bent forward, exposing his arse to them. A finger rubbed lube into his hole and the voice said “Me first!” Hands steadied his shoulders as a blunt, greasy cock nosed between his cheeks and found his arsehole. “Oh..oh..no...not bare!” He gasped but they ignored him. The heavy cock stretched his hole then slid in and up until the man’s belly was tight against him and his rectum was full of the fat cock. “Ahhh!” He gasped as the cock began to slide in and out. It felt sooooo good he couldn’t resist. Like a bitch in heat, he arched his back and stretched his cheeks to allow deeper access to his hole. “Yeah!” someone whispered. “He’s into it now.” A hand stroked his hair and patted his shoulder. “Good slut! Yeah, take his cock.” The pounding got more urgent. “Gonna cum!” Hissed the man in him. “Oh yeah! Load him up. Give him a dirty load!” The man fucking him groaned and jerked. Jim felt his cock throbbing and knew he was spurting in him. After a few moments, the cock slid out. He felt sperm trickle over his balls as hands grabbed his hips and a long, thin cock began to slide in through the cum and lube. “W...wait!” He gasped “ I need to piss!” The man continued to fuck him as an old man bent and slithered under Jim’s belly. “Go on then!” He whispered in a high pitched voice. Jim felt warm lips engulf his cock. They didn’t suck him, but held his cock. The cock in him felt so good, it was literally making him lose control of his body. He tried to stop it, tied to resist the next descent into depravity, but he couldn’t. His cock twitched and then he gave way and started to piss. The old man moaned appreciatively and began to swallow as Jim let go, his mind lost in a whirl of surrender as he was fucked and pissing at the same time. “There you go” whispered the voice. “and now you’re being bred. He’s going to fill you with his toxic babies and knock you up like you deserve!” The cock in him began to spurt and Jim sobbed as he accepted his fate, imagining the sperm swimming inside him and making him pregnant.

I met a gay dad and his teen son at gay pride in SF one year. The dad was a hot gay 36 yo stud and had an 18yo son who is gay. the son came up to me at the dance stage and started dancing with me, he looked very much older than 18.... he asked me if I wanted to go to his hotel room and PNP with him and his bud at the room. He asked if I liked to slam and fuck raw with him and his bud. I said fuck yeah. We got to the hotel, and his "bud" looked exactly like the boy who brought me to the room. I mean very much alike aside from a visible age appearance. As we were getting everything prepped to get high and fuck, the boy said, BTW "this is my father"....I said yeah right!!!! then the older guy said, "I am his father and he is my son, and I fuck my son daily and PNP with him". ... I still did not believe them, but they were real father and son. the boy did not reveal his age until we were naked and high ...they showed me their IDs and it was clear they were really father and son. I have never hooked up with anyone related to each other before let alone slamming with a father and son. nevertheless, they were hot as fuck, and I spend two nights with them before they left to fly back home. They were both equally hardcore PNP pigs together.....lol

Chapter 3 - The Unseen Threat Helixion Genetics- Hydroponics Lab 7, Building 3, Floor 5; REDACTED LOCATION 20:24 MST 30-Oct-20XX “Okay… so…” Patch began with a sigh as he started addressing the team, leaning back against the counter, his cheap disposable stethoscope dropped around his shoulder, “As far as I can tell, physiologically, he’s a little dehydrated. Normal heart rate, normal lung sounds, eyes are equal and reactive to light. Hell, even a normal temperature, albeit a bit sweaty.” “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Stag snickered. “Guy’s clearly out of his fuckin’ mind.” Patch glared at Stag, annoyed at the interruption, before continuing. “Like I was saying, physiologically normal. iSTAT shows he might be a bit low on electrolytes, so… that’s about it. Guy doesn’t even have a fever,” Patch said, still glaring at Stag as he spoke, before turning his attention back to the rest of the team. “Mentally, however, I think we can all agree something is seriously wrong.” “Shock,” Zero said quietly, much to the surprise of the group. “Saw something traumatic.” “Guy acts like a junkie comin’ down from his latest fix,” Stag countered. “See how he keeps sniffing? And sticking his finger in his mouth and rubbing his teeth? That’s a coke fiend thing.” Elias looked over, seeing as Jack continued to rock back and forth, his eyes watching almost unblinking at the door out of the lab. “Well, until I can get to a machine that can handle blood chemistry and hematology, I can’t really test for much else,” Patch said. “Regardless, men, we need to focus on the current task,” Gravestone said, cutting through the discussion. “We’ve still got to clear nine more floors, search for any more survivors and find a way to either lift the lockdown or get out of here. Reaper, a word.” Elias nodded, following Gravestone’s lead and moving to a different corner. “What’s the game plan here, son,” Gravestone said, glancing over at the team and Jack. “You’re second in command here, so I want to hear what you think.” Elias stood for a second, thinking. He looked over at Jack, still muttering to himself and rocking even harder back and forth. “I think we continue as planned, and have Recon 3 babysit,” Elias replied. “He’s not in any position to be left alone, and they’re the least likely to encounter something. Also, I want-” Suddenly, their conversation was cut short, as the lights suddenly shut off, leaving only the glow of the green lights to bathe the room in an odd iridescent-like light. “No. No, no, no, NO!” Jack began to moan loudly, taking on an almost childish quality, jumping up and waving his hands frantically. “Come back on, lights! Don’t go away!” “The hell was that?” Lockjaw said, weapon drawn as he looked around. “Can’t be a power outage since everything else is still on.” “Has to be the automatic lighting,” Pixel said, looking down at his watch. “Just hit 20:30. A lot of these offices shut down lights in unused rooms. Usually they use motion sensors to shut the lights off in rooms not in use.” “They do things in the dark,” Jack moaned, tears starting to stream down his face. “I don’t want to watch. I want to go home now. Can we go home now please?” “Okay, everyone, turn on your flashlights,” Gravestone said. “Pixel, are you able to get the lights back on?” “Sorry, not possible,” Pixel began to explain. “The lighting and everything else is probably controlled by a central computer here in the building. I’d guess in the basement, or the lobby if we’re lucky.” “Shit, pretty dark out there,” Sticks said, looking out the window on the door, shining his light around. “Going to make it a lot harder to clear the floors.” “Damn nutcase over there is really losing it,” Stag said, nodding at Jack as the group turned to watch as Jack began to claw at the thick plate glass window, sobbing as his hands slid helplessly and the smooth surface. “Please… just let me go home! I learned my lesson!” Jack moaned, hiccuping between sobs. “Don’t make me one of the smilers! I don’t want to be like them!” “Put a sock in it, tweaker!”, Stag hollered. Jack whimpered but said no more. Letting out a resigned sigh, Elias walked over, slowly guiding Jack away from the window as the man clutched on to him. “Don’t worry, uh… buddy, we’ll get you out of here,” Elias said, awkwardly patting Jack on the back. “We won’t let the ‘smilers’ get you…. Ok?” Looking up at Elias, Jack gave him a shaky smile, wiping his tears and snot covered face with the tattered remains of his sleeve. Slowly he nodded, letting Elias lead him out of the corner. “Okay, buddy, why don’t we go with my friends here,” Elias said, pointing over at the team. “Okay team, let’s stick to the plan here… and Recon 3, if you can, try and get access to a mainframe or something, see if we can get those lights back on,” Gravestone said, motioning at the door. “Take it slow, and report anything you see. We’ll finish clearing this floor and meet at the stairwell. Reaper, anything to add?” “We’re going to stick here for a few minutes and look over those results on the substance from the stairwell,” Elias said, remembering the reason why they entered the lab in the first place. “I think we need to know what we’re dealing with.” “I don’t like the mean scary man,” Jack said, whimpering and rocking, while pointing his finger at Stag. “Can I stay here with the nice people where it's light and safe?” “Right… Okay, you two stay here and keep an eye on this guy. Zero, you team up with Recon 3 and finish clearing the floor. We meet up in 15 back here,” Gravestone said, carefully checking his weapon as he spoke. “Everyone clear on their roles?” Most of the men gave a sound of agreement, before splitting into two teams and walking out. “I’m going to go check how the test is going,” Tex said, shooting a glance at Jack. “He’s definitely gone over the cuckoo’s nest, hasn’t he?” Jack was back in the corner, knees pulled up to his chest, rocking back and forth while looking out the window, oblivious to what was going on. “Yeah, but… I don’t know…” Elias said, “He keeps saying the same things over and over. It’s got to mean something, right?” Elias leaned against the counter, watching Jack as Tex worked at the computer, checking a few things on the large machine next to it. “He kinda seemed to respond to you,” Tex said as he stared at the screen. “Maybe see if you can coax something a bit more coherent out of him?” Nodding, Elias walked over to Jack, letting out a small groan as he kneeled down. “Hey, buddy…” Elias said, talking to Jack with a soft tone, likening him to a small child or scared animal. “How are you doing so far?” “Are we leaving soon?” Jack said, sniffing as he spoke, staring blankly out the window. “We really need to go. Please. I really really really want to go now.” “Sure buddy, really soon,” Elias said, “But hey, about that stuff earlier… I wanted to ask… what did you mean? Can you help me understand what you’re talking about?” “No… I want to leave instead,” Jack said, frowning at the window. “But I bet it's already too late. It’s dark now. It’s when they wake up.” “They do?” Elias said, attempting to get Jack talking more, changing his approach. “Yeah… I don’t think they like the light,” Jack said, running his hand down the window. “We won’t make it out of here, you know. He told me. The spit… they’ll turn us to smilers. They’re all just a bunch of dirty homos.” “Oh, okay then. So they will? Why?” Elias continued probing, feeling like he was in a way talking to an upset toddler trapped in a grown adult’s body. “Why do you think they smile?” “Dunno,” Jack said, trailing a finger up and down the glass. “I bet he makes them. Probably wants everyone to be a filthy fag like him. That’s all those queers like to do.” “Are you fucking kidding me…” Elias muttered to himself, trying to keep himself calm while listening to the many homophobic slurs Jack spouted. “Can you tell me who he is?” Jack suddenly stopped running his finger along the glass, turning and looking at Elias with a scowl on his face. “Why do you want to know?” Jack said, glaring at Elias intensely. “We just want to know so that we can punish them for you,” Elias said, calmly, his voice soft as he spoke. “We can stop them and get you out of here.” Suddenly, Jack let out a disturbing laugh, turning away from Elias and letting his head slump forward on the glass, his fist thumping softly against it. “What’s so funny, Jack?” Elias asked, pulling away from him slightly, concerned at the massive mood swing from Jack. “I get it now. I died. All of us are already dead or ghosts…” Jack said, his voice and demeanor changing suddenly, smiling and rocking himself even harder than before. “We already died, and now we’re going to be smilers, too.” Disturbed, Elias slowly got up as Jack slowly began to hum to himself, hugging himself tightly, repeating the word dead over and over in an almost melody. Walking over to Tex, he noticed a confused look on the man’s face. “So, that was a bust,” Elias said, placing both of his hands down on the counter. “Please tell me you figured out what that slime was.” “Yeah… so, don’t laugh,” Tex said, pulling his glasses off and cleaning them with the corner of his shirt. “Doubt I’m going to be laughing with how fucked everything has been so far, Tex,” Elias said, letting out an exasperated breath. “Just tell me, what is it? Nerve agent? Acid? Some new type of poison?” “Well, it’s really quite a chemical cocktail. Among the mix, there’s amino acids, water, calcium, glucose, fructose, magnesium, protein, and zinc. Also, massive amounts of hormones, namely dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, testosterone and a ton of endorphins… also seeing various nitrates in the mixture, namely amyl and butyl” Tex explained, running his fingers down the screen. “The computer keeps spitting out… and I swear, I am not kidding, that it's likely human semen… and, um… poppers.” Elias stared at Tex for a few moments, blinking, then letting out a slight laugh. “Okaaay. No, seriously, what did it actually say,” Elias asked incredulously. “I told you not to laugh,” Tex said, satisfied his glasses were now clean as he pushed them back up onto his nose. “I ran it twice just to make sure.” “You have got to be absolutely fucking kidding me,” Elias said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out an exasperated laugh. “Are you trying to tell me someone beat in the door and then… what? Gooned out on poppers…And what, jacked off on it? Humped it?” “Yeeeah… Well, that’s the thing… some of the trace amino acids aren’t found in semen,” Tex said, continuing as he turned around away from the computer, leaning against the counter. “They’re only found in saliva…” “So… what? Someone punched in the door, huffed a bottle of poppers, then sucked someone off and spit everything out?” Elias said incredulously, turning his head and staring at Tex. “That sounds like the opening of a really… really bad gay porno. Next you’ll be telling me there were traces of cheese and pepperoni.” “I can only tell you what the analysis showed. That and what looks like a really powerful sedative and opioid. What happened to cause those chemicals to be there could be anyone’s guess, but now I know what you and your hubby watch on a Saturday night,” Tex said, turning his head and looking at Jack. “So, couldn’t get him to talk then?” “No,” Elias said, shaking his head. “Guy is extremely manic, too. One second he’s like a little kid, the next, he’s fucking creepy and talking about how we all died already.” “I’d almost be willing to guess and say that maybe he got in contact with this stuff,” Tex said, shaking his head as he spoke. “Flood someone with as much of those hormones as is in that stuff, you’d probably fry someone’s brain out. Definitely would put you in a coma. Not to mention what those nitrates would do in your system if they got in your bloodstream.” “Semen, spit, and poppers putting someone in a coma? From what, the shock of it all?” Elais said, shaking his hands in the air dramatically. “Clutching their pearls in the sheer depravity of it all?” “No, asshat, it’s the opioid in there. That stuff has a similar formulation to fentanyl,” Tex explained, still staring at Jack. “Let’s just say, if it was fentanyl, that much would literally stop your breathing in seconds.” “Well, back to the drawing board on what broke his bigoted brain,” Elias said. Both their attention turned to the radio as it crackled to life. “South side clear. What’s your current status, Recon 1?” Gravestone’s voice came out of the speaker, causing both men to relax. “North side clear as well, returning to lab. Reaper, what’s your status?” Zero’s voice replied. Activating the comm device in his ear, Tex pressed down the button before he spoke. “Lab results are back, we’re waiting in the lab with the survivor,” Tex said, slowly starting to gather up his supplies. “Copy. Team, regroup at the lab and we’ll set out for the next floor.” Gravestone’s command reverberated in the speaker, before cutting off and filling the room with silence. Jack continued rocking in the corner, muttering and staring out the glass. “So, who’s going to tell them the results,” Elias said, picking up his bag as well and hefting it onto his shoulders. “You are second in command, you know,” Tex said, smiling, “All part of your job, boss man.” ———— Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 2; REDACTED LOCATION 21:08 MST 30-Oct-20XX Sticks felt around in his pack, looking frantically for his tablet computer. Annoyed, he let out a loud groan in frustration. “What’s up?” Patch said, keeping a close eye on Jack, their new survivor. The man several times had been resistant, trying to sneak back up the stairs. Each time, they’d had to catch him, telling him repeatedly it wasn’t safe to leave the group. The man continued to mutter, just like he had in the lab. Sticks had laughed along with everyone else when the Major had told them what the scanner showed. In the back of his mind, Sticks reminisced on the hot night before with Lockjaw. Damn that man could pound someone’s ass hard, Sticks thought to himself, feeling his asshole slightly ache almost in an echo. The man knew what he was doing with his dick, and could shoot like a fountain, sometimes going multiple rounds. It amazed him that with as many times as they’d hooked up, they’d never been caught, sometimes hooking up in the bathroom on base, other times in the hotel rooms one of them was sharing with another member on the team. He blushed as his thinking went to the one time in the steam room at a hotel where they’d nearly had three of their team walk in. Part of him secretly had been hoping to get caught, so they didn’t have to keep sneaking around. Jae… Pixel, he mentally corrected himself, was as straight as they come, having unsuccessfully tried to drunkenly hook up with him. In fact, it was because of that drunken fail that he’d ended up finding out Lockjaw secretly had the hots for him as well. From that point on, part of him wondered about the rest of his team. Gravestone was for sure straight, the man had a wife and kids and was extremely devoted. He practically oozed dad energy whenever his wife would make them baked goods, or a kid had a fundraiser. The guy was hot though, in a similar way to Lockjaw, giving off major daddy vibes. Who knew about Zero… the man was a stone wall and kept to himself. And Tex was constantly going on dates with different girls in each town, always sharing pictures like a teenage girl. At first he thought maybe Tex and Reaper were a thing, but now figured it was more of a bromance. And Patch just seemed like he’d be better suited in a monastery. Asexual was the first thing that came to mind. That left him guessing at Stag and Reaper. Reaper was surprisingly kind, and if he had to admit it, frustratingly sexy in his book. There had been many a load shot with Sticks imagining a threesome between the Major, Lockjaw, and himself. The man had that rugged hotness to him, driving Sticks wild. But, there was something off on how the guy was surprisingly tight-lipped about his relationship. Sticks had yet to get anything out of Tex, who seemed to know everything about Reaper. So, that just left Stag. Sticks felt a physical shudder run through his body. Not only was the man a massive dickhead, but on the one occasion where he’d been forced to bunk with him, Sticks had stolen a glance at the man’s laptop screen, waking up in the middle of the night. The man was clearly jacking off under the covers to what was on the screen, headphones in. The guy was into some really fucked up freaky shit, and Sticks wanted nothing to do with it. “Fuck,” Sticks realized with a start, “I think I left it upstairs.” “The major and commander are both going to rip you a new asshole,” Pixel said, not looking up from the wall terminal he was typing at, the flash drive sticking out the side flashing from the side as the man continued to try and access the door to the server room. “Not if they don’t know,” Sticks said, setting the bag down. “I’ll just run upstairs and get it.” “Oh yeah, they both would really love it if you did that,” Patch said sarcastically, turning his attention to Sticks. “Just wait to get it until we regroup and just get your ass chewed out. Better safe than sorry.” Suddenly, a door slammed shut farther down the hall, causing the three to look briefly in that direction. Sticks was the first to look around as the survivor, Jack, had suddenly bolted, running as fast as he could towards the stairwell, knocking Patch over. “Fuck, he’s getting away!” Sticks exclaimed, suddenly bolting into action and pursuing Jack. “Get back here!” Patch yelled, trying to get up. “I’ll get him,” Sticks called out as he ran, watching as Jack swiftly opened the stairwell door and ran into the near darkness. “I’ll get my tablet as well on our way back.” “Fuck, we’re not supposed to break formation, man,” Patch yelled at him as Sticks entered the stairwell door, letting it slam behind him. Up or down, Sticks thought to himself, straining to hear what direction the sounds of Jack’s feet were coming from, echoing in the cavernous stairwell. The sound of a door opening below answered his question, as Sticks took off down the flight of stairs. Crazy dumbass is probably trying to make a run for the front doors, Sticks realized, as he burst out of the doorway onto the ground floor. Looking around, he tried to listen for where the man was running, when he heard the sound of someone screaming. The high-pitched sound caused him to jump, his flesh to prickle, and the hair on his neck to stand up. The sound had an almost guttural growl to it as well, giving it an almost primal sound. His heart pounded. Every step felt heavier as he edged toward the frosted glass doors, the shape of Jack struggling with the elevator doors, blurry through the slime-streaked glass. Weirdly, Jack was trying to force the doors open from the bottom. Giving a quick look around, Sticks eased the door open, the glass muffling the sounds behind it. Inside, Jack clawed at the elevator doors, but something was wrong. Jack’s hands were unnatural—fingers ending in jagged claws. Pallid skin stretched tightly over bulging veins beneath. The tattered lab coat hung loosely, entirely different from the sharp-suited man he’d known. His eyes widened, and a nameless fear clenched his stomach. Slowly, Sticks began to back away, his back hitting the door as he kept an eye on the man in front of him while blindly grabbing for the door. Shit, this is not cool!, he thought. Suddenly, the radio crackled to life, as a panicked Patch’s voice boomed out of the small earpiece, now hanging casually off to the side of Sticks's neck, having fallen out during the chase. “What was that sound? Sticks, get your ass back up here!” Patch yelled. Suddenly, the figure stood up and wheeled around, facing towards the sound and Sticks. That’s not our guy… Sticks realized. The first thing he noticed was the unnaturally golden yellow eyes with black ooze seeping out like teared-up mascara. Next was the unnaturally sinister smile on the man’s face, whose teeth looked almost sharpened. The man was hyperventilating, his shoulders heaving quickly as clear saliva dripped profusely down his chin. Finally, Sticks felt the handle and rushed through the door, pulling it just open enough to slip through, hopefully blocking the creature from following him. Using his arms, he held the door in place, as the deranged-looking man/creature began to slam himself against the door. Looking around, Sticks saw a sturdy-looking umbrella. Straining, he reached for it, holding the doors in place as the man backed up, clearly positioning himself for another lunge. Finally, his fingers just barely grabbed ahold of the umbrella, and he swiftly shoved it between the handles, holding the doors closed partially, as the man impacted the doors again. Surprisingly, the door and umbrella held, the glass letting out a heavy thud on impact and wobbling slightly. Sticks let out a sharp sigh of relief, believing he had a narrow escape. Okay, back upstairs, he thought. However, as he turned back around, a massive glob of wetness hit his face, covering his mouth and eyes in a slimy residue. Reaching up he went to wipe it away, the smell strongly reminding him of the bathhouse trip he’d taken a year prior. Through the blurriness of the liquid in his now burning eyes, he could just vaguely make out the shape of a person. Suddenly, he felt flush in the face and his head began to swim, the liquid soaking through his gloves easily as he wiped and making them feel numb. He tried to spit out the fluid, but found his lips and face also felt strangely numb. He began to feel warm and tired, yet also breathless. The room felt brighter, and Sticks could almost feel his thundering heartbeat in his ears. Son of a bitch, he thought. This feels like… Finally able to clear off his eyes, he blinked before coming face to face with another of the creatures.

This was a story salvaged form "Bugshare" ages ago, the story itself I think is a heavily edited version of another story, and if anyone knows the original let me know. ===================== There he is, standing before me. Seth. He's a 20 years old fine young specimen of male flesh, about six feet tall, and weighing at maybe 190 pounds. I wouldn't describe him as muscular or toned or ripped, but he is a perfectly hot looking young man. He is height and weight proportionate, albeit thinner in appearance, but not skinny. He nicely fills out his frame with a slim youthful body showing the hint of fit musculature. Many models would envy his frame and looks. He is not a pretty boy per se, but gives off an attraction all his own. He definitely makes my cock stir to look at him and he has all the attributes that I find appealing! We're down in my unfinished basement and I have made some minor additions down here to make ready for Seth's visit. Personally I'm late-40ish, in good shape still many mistake me for being younger than my actual age due to my thinner body and younger facial features. I am 6' and 185 lbs. My seven-inch uncut cock is average in size, I have good-sized balls that hang in a nice low sack full of seed. I used to shave my balls and trim my pubes, but stopped, as I like to be hairy as a master. Men are hairy and have pubes and furry balls and asses so why shave it. I love the look of men, so be men and taste and play the way God makes us. A hair or two in the mouth is the cost of doing business. Oh, and I have AIDS. Didn’t mention that earlier? During my younger days, back when everyone fucked everyone else, someone at a bathhouse knocked me up. My seed has been highly toxic ever since. But that is another story. This is about Seth. I have been keeping to a strict work out schedule and I can easily pass for late thirties or no older than forty. However, Seth was looking for a Dad and I wanted a son with whom to play, so we both knew we were getting in this deal. Fuck, what did guys do before the age of the Internet to meet others that they wanted to play with? I met Seth online on a hook up site for men. I placed my profile stating I was interested in getting into S&M, bondage and being a master and a Dad for young guys as well as having interest in just getting it on with other men. I had said I wanted to explore more kink and voyeurism and especially being dominant. Seth answered my profile and wanted to be aggressively dominated by a master and have a Dad use him. He said he was curious about having sex with other guys, wanted to explore man to man sex and had no limits. I always laugh at anyone who says they want to explore “no limits sex” because they never realize just what it means. Because I in truth had another more selfish motive for finding someone. I had felt it was time to “spread my seed” and I wanted to find a boy to plant my DNA in, someone I could poz to carry on my virus long after I had gone. After several chats on line and via MSN, we agreed to meet here at my house. I had taken several days away from the office so I could give my undivided attention and freedom to entertain the boy. And here he is! Seth is standing almost up on his tiptoes with his arms tied up and spread out by ropes around his wrists and fastened to eyehooks screwed into my floor joists. I am lucky as I have a nine foot ceiling in my basement so I was able to easily stretch him out. His feet are also spread apart and tied to an old curtain rod by rope around his ankles and to the hooks and each end of the rod. Basically, he is spread eagled in a standing position naked except for having a white Bike jock on, which he wore on my instructions along with a T-shirt, jeans and flip flops. He was to arrive with only that on and he did what he was told. Holy shit is this lad beautiful. With real appreciation, I gazed at his physique, knowing that I have his body totally in my control, to use, abuse, and to eventually impregnate with my poz seed, makes my cock surge. It was about 5:00 PM when I saw him standing on the corner of a nearby strip mall and I pulled up and nodded at him. We had exchanged face pics before so knew who to look for. He jumped in my car and I asked, "Am I what you expected and are you still game to go ahead with this?" Seth shyly looked up at me and replied, "Yeah man, I like what I see and want to do this." "So what limits do you have because once we're at my place, I consider that you're mine to use boy?" He again looked right up at me with a bit of a grin saying, "As I said when we chatted, use me like you want. I have no limits Sir! My profile nickname Rapeme says it all Sir!" “Game on then!" I quickly told him and started to drive him to my place all eager to enjoy this lad's young pure body. We arrived at my place and I drove right into the garage using the remote opener to open and close the door behind me. I got out and opened the door to the house and Seth followed me with neither of us saying a word. We both knew what we wanted and in my mind I would tell him what I wanted when I needed it. We head right down to the basement and onto a large rug in the center of the large unfinished area. I had everything ready for Seth so picked up the rope and tied his right hand to the floor joist. Next I tied his left arm and wrists up and then got his ankles tied to the curtain rod. Still nothing was said and Seth let me do what I wanted. It was really almost too easy. Now he was trussed up and stretched spread eagled before me. He was mine! I pulled at his T neckline and finally heard a rip and tore open his shirt off his smooth chest and revealed his quarter sized nipples. I couldn't get the neckline to fully rip so grabbed some scissors and snips the material and also down his sleeves and threw the ripped cut cloth over to the wall. Next I unbuttoned, unzipped his jeans and yanked them down. Pushing them down his thighs and legs, they dropped to his mid legs stopped by his spread open legs. I took the scissors and started cutting the material down his right leg and Seth muttered, "Those are my good Jeans!" I reached up and slapped his face and continuing to cut told him to shut the fuck up. Getting him naked in this way was a turn on for me. It is far more realistic to raping the guy than just having him do as I wanted. I wanted him to succumb and totally submit to me by the end of it all, to belong to me utterly for him to give himself to me, and in the end, to beg for my seed. Once cutting his jeans off him, I tore his flip flops off his feet and whipped them over with the discarded torn and cut clothing I had disrobed him of. He was smooth all over save for a bit of brown curly hair on his forearms and lower legs. A slight treasure trail led from his navel down in the elastic band of the Bike jock he wore. He was fair skinned and it accentuated his brown nipples. A fine forest of brown underarm hair filled his pits and was exposed from having his arms tied out stretched. He was nicely built but not muscular. Youthful exuberance bristled about him. He simply remained quiet and looked at me with his intense medium blue colored eyes. He had short spiked lighter brown hair and thin sideburns that ran down his face to the point of his jaw on either side of his face. He sported brown facial stubble and fine eyebrows. I approached him and nestled up to his outstretched body. I took in his freshly showered and scented odor as I held him in my arms and brushed my face against his neck and kissed him. I whispered to him, "You are now going to be my fucking little whore and slut boy. I will use, abuse and rape you with whatever I desire to do and you will obey and take it no matter what. You told me you had no limits and I have none so enjoy this bitch. You are about to be raped, then fucked, and then my seed will own you. Understand?" Seth replied quietly, "Yes Sir." I enjoyed his scent and tasted his neck and ears and working my tongue down his body to his right nipple. Sucking and teasing it with my teeth I enjoy him. I bit his tit a bit and continued sucking it and then slowly worked over to his fresh but slightly musky armpit. I dove in there with my mouth and tongue and lapped and licked at his pit and the soft forest of hair as I enjoyed the aroma and taste of his young pungent underarm. Some say it is a submissive act to drink in the sweat of someone’s pits. For me it was something to be savored as I could tell how much it aroused and excited him. The more rich and thick his scent and taste got, the more excited I felt. And I wanted to enjoy this young man before I used him fully; I wanted to be gently before I brutalized him. It was like getting appetizers before your main meal, although I knew exactly what dessert would be. After fully eating out his right pit, I switched and enjoyed his left armpit and got fresh scent and taste. Once full of this savor, I planted a deep French on his mouth and explored his mouth with my tongue. I felt a bit of resistance as my mouth and tongue, ripe with his armpit, invaded and covered his mouth. Good I thought. I like resistance so I can begin to tame and break him. Half the thrill of making a boy is breaking down his will and mind, slowly making him crave the abuse I have in store for him, and in time, make him crave my Toxic cum. I wonder what this boy had done with a man before? I hoped he was a virgin to really being used and fucked by a man like me. I wanted his body badly, and his neg cherry even worse. After a while of making him eat my tongue, I let go of him and walked behind him admiring his bubble firm ass. I felt his cheeks and grabbed them firmly. I landed a few hard slaps across them with my hand and watched them flatten and bounce back to their youthful firmness as redness slightly spread across them. "Like that boy?" I asked. "Yes Sir!" Seth told. With a few firmer slaps on his checks I again asked him and he said, "Yes Sir!" "You going to be able to have to take much more than that for my pleasure boy if you are to become my bitch, and my son." I said. Seth responded quicker now, “Yes Sir. Use me. Rape me Sir. Make me your bitch!" I gave his ass five or six real hard slaps and made the room reverberate with the sound of my palm landing on his ass cheeks as I wound up and swung my arm in an arc to give some good force to the spanking. "Uhmm" erupted from Seth's lips as he no longer was able to hold back his reaction to my slapping his ass. He also lurched forward as my handed on his butt. Seth uttered only muffled murmurs as my hand landed on him. Those red bubble ass cheeks looked appealing and I knelt down and firmly parting those luscious cheeks with my fingers and exposing this young man's rosebud manhole. It was a nice, pink, wrinkled, round sphincter muscle with only a bit of wispy brown curly hair circling it which then heading down in between his legs going behind the Jock he wore. I gazed at his young tight hole for a while and then leaned forward and licked the entire length of his ass crack especially sure to go over that hot hole. He was very clean and only a whiff of asshole was noticeable, not that would have hindered me too much. After a few more tender licks, I got my face right in there and tongued his hole and stuck my oral muscle as deep as I could send it. Wiggling my face in there, I got as deep as I could physically could. My tongue lavished in getting to fuck this boy's hole knowing that soon my pozcock would violate it but deeper, firmer and with the mindset of fucking the shit of this unsuspecting bitch wannabe. In amongst my oral devouring of young asshole, I heard Seth moaning lowly. Once sufficiently fed on this young mancunt, I got up and again kissed the boy inserting my tongue deep into his mouth. As he tried to pull back, I held his head firm and forced my tongue into his mouth. I pulled off and ordered him to suck my tongue and taste his own ass. He held back and I then slapped his face hard and told him again. He compiled and I enjoyed exploring his throat and mouth with my ass ripe tongue. Once satisfied that he had tasted his own ass, I got a medium sized vibrating butt plug and made him lick and spit on it. I worked it into his ass pushing it fairly firmly with constantly increasing pressure again the resistance of his young ass muscle trying to keep it out. Seth leaned forward to try to adjust and get away from the invading plug as he moaned. "Take it boy!" I said loudly "Push your bitch ass onto it and take it!" Seth reluctantly pushed back a bit as I pulled his hip with one hand as my other hand shoved in the plug. Finally the widest part of the plug reached the youth's sphincter and with resistance stretched it open wider as I gobbed a wad of saliva onto the plug and his stretched hole. As the spit slide down, I pulled the plug out a bit and twirled it to make use of my spit as lube and then shoved hard again. It slid in and stopped at the widest part making his hole open wider still. With Seth's sudden prolonged cry of "Aahhhh!", the butt plug slipped in stopping and holding itself firmly in place from its triangular shape and from Seth's sphincter muscle clamping around the narrower base. I immediately switched it on to a low vibration and watched him jump from the sensation. "Ever had a plug in your ass before boy?" "No Sir" "Like it?" "Yes Sir. I will take and like what you give me Sir!" Seth promptly said. “You're fucking right you will boy, cause you ain't got no choice now." Now I was going to play and enjoy watching this lad squirm and endure what turned me on. I had done the gentle Daddy act, now It was time to enjoy myself and break this bitch so when I felt like fucking him, he'd do whatever I wanted. By the time I was done, he'd beg for poz cum from any top I wanted, and spread my own DNA to as many others as possible. Being a dominant master and an aggressive Dad really got my cock hard and oozing. I grabbed my camera and snapped several shots of my youthful hostage. I clipped on a black leather cock strap and also inserted a vibrating butt plug into my own ass to stimulate my senses and get me into a frenzy. I was set to play for a while and reduce this willing lad into nothing more than a piece of male fuck meat for me to use, poz and pleasure myself with. I gazed at Seth. In his eyes, I could see some uneasiness now for the first time. Had he gotten himself into more than he bargained for? I sure as hell thought he had so, I knew he had moved out of his parents, was on his own in the world, and as such, could belong, in time, utterly to me. I held Seth's head and kissed him deeply planting another long passionate French kiss on his face. I rubbed against his body and once again enjoyed tasting his armpits, nipples, chest and abs s I drooled over my captive. I got down to his jock and licked his package held in the elasticized material. A small wet spot was apparent on the jock of the young bitch, and I knew he was enjoying what he was getting. Hot damn I thought, what could this bitch endure? I intended to find out! With the scissors, I slip a blade along his waist band and snipped. It let loose and fell to the one side. I cut the smaller straps holding the cup to the back behind his bag. The Jock fell free to the ground. "Holyshit!" I exclaimed as I gazed down and saw the cock this boy had hanging there. Seth had to be at least 7"long hanging there limp. He was uncut and had huge balls in a low hanging sack. The big thick cock head was half covered with foreskin even more then my own. His cock had no big veins and was a smooth unblemished gorgeous monster example of manhood. His brown pubes were long curly and thick as was the thick bush of pubes covering his balls. His left huge orb hung lower than his right and they moved slightly now in their freedom. A clear drop of liquid emerged from his piss slit. "Fuck you're huge my boy!" I said aloud as I admired this young man's equipment. He was more man than I was in this case. He possessed a fucking horse cock. "You may be a man in the cock department Seth, but you will be my bitch won't you?" I said to him. "Yes Sir I will be Sir. I want you to make me your bitch and use me. I want to be raped by you Sir! I then snapped a leather ball stretcher onto his Seth's large balls and sack. I had a bit of trouble stuffing it all into this parachute stretcher and when snapping it closed, Seth gave a quick jolt as I think I pinched his bag in the snap closure. Fuck, I don't care, all the better. Next I began attaching large fishing weights to the small chain on the ball stretcher. Seth did not react much so I added a few heavy metal balls, which then got his attention. The addition of a few more pulled his nuts down and stretched his bag taut, he moaned and moved to try to alleviate this pulling so I added a few more larger fishing weights. He then cried out, "Ummm" and lifted up. A couple more to make it hurt was in order so I did it. As I was adding the extra weights to really pull his balls down, I asked, "Like that bitch?" "Yes Sir he responded. "Want more?" "I want what you want to do to me sir." With that I added a few smaller ones, one at a time and then one larger one. At that Seth cried out and struggled about going up on his tip toes in reaction to his balls being abused. "Stand still and take this bitch!" I ordered and then reached around and clicked up the vibration on his butt plug so it was at the third level. I could hear it buzzing now and listened to Seth holding back his groans of discomfort form his nuts being pulled down. Next I got a pail of wooden pinch-type clothes pegs. With two in my hand, I stood up and kissed the youth's mouth again and he kissed me back. I thought to myself that he had no idea what I would do to him, this realization thrilled me and made me even more excited. Knowing he had no clue just how depraved and total his abuse would be. I wondered if he'd kiss me like this if he knew what was in store, the levels of abuse of getting raped and finally being impregnated by my toxic charged seed. I enjoyed the kiss and pinched the pegs on his two nipples. I felt his jolt as the pegs pinched shut but he pressed his mouth to mine. Fucking hot, I thought, what won’t this bitch endure and do for me? I felt it was time to give this boy a bit of pleasure. A Master rewards his slave, so I knelt before him. I kissed his cock and licked its head repeatedly. Fuck, who am I kidding, this wasn't his reward it was for me. I wanted to suck this huge dick and make him hard to one taste him, and two see if I could handle such a whopping huge fuck tool. After a few minutes of licking and kissing his cock, I took the semi-flaccid muscle in my hands and pulled the foreskin back exposing a huge thick cock head slick with saliva and some precum. A part of me had hoped to see some cheese or smegma, but it looked like the boy was clean. I was sure I could change that in time. The precum was nice and musky however, sticky and thoroughly enjoyable as I tasted it. It just seemed to continue oozing out as I let the cock hang there enjoying the view. Seth's tool began to harden a bit and grow from my attention. The precum dripped down and formed a thin string of liquid hanging from his piss slit to the floor. I put my face into it and licked it up relishing in feeling precum on my face as I tasted the sweet natural fuck lube. I took his big cock back into my mouth and sucked it lovingly enjoying the feel of hardening cock. I took it all 7"in my mouth and pushed it into my throat so that I could take it all down. My nose buried into his young musky pubes. Using my tongue I massaged his cock shaft as I pulled my face off and back onto his pole. Bryan moaned lowly as I impaled my face onto his growing dick using my hands to hold it up and stroke it in between my oral swallowing of its entire length. I really had to work at getting it all down once the full 9+ or ten inches of hard manhood reached its zenith. I wanted to suck and swallow that whole huge dick and did it. Once in, I'd hold my head onto it and press my face into his sweaty pubes feeling this dick stretch my throat going down my esophagus past my vocal chords. With my hands firmly gripping his ass, I pulled his ass towards me so he'd get the hint and fuck my face. Seth stood and did not move so I pulled the chain and yanked his balls down and reactivated his ass plug to vibrate. I pulled my face off his pole and told him to fuck my face. With the yank of his balls, Seth moaned loudly but when I got back to having his whole dick in my throat again, he moved back and forth and provided the desired face fucking I craved. He probably wondered why a master would want to get face fucked especially by such a huge prick, but hey this was about my pleasure and not his. If he benefitted now, that was a plus, cause soon he'd beg me for mercy. I was in heaven and what I wouldn't give to have him blow a load into my face mouth and throat. Should I get him off and then use him? Usually I was spent after blowing a load and couldn't get fucked without it hurting like hell. Fucking me for an hour or all night long was great if I didn't come first. But if I came and was still getting fucked, I didn't enjoy it. It usually hurt me so I always waited to come until after my top had blown his wad. Hell if Seth were like this too, I would blow him now and then make him endure my fucking. I increased the intensity of blowing Seth's organ and used my hands to stroke it as I went down on him fully and then only partially alternating to make him cum fast. I pulled of him and yelled, "Fuck my face bitch! Fuck me hard and give me your cum. I want that big cock to blow a load into me! Fuck me now bitch and do it like you mean it!" and went right back onto him. Seth complied and began to thrust with a bit of force albeit he was trussed and not capable of really being able to fuck me. Several minutes of my intense blow job and swallowing his whole member together with his thrusting brought out an exclamation from Seth as he groaned aloud. Slobber ran down my face from having such a huge length of manhood plying my throat and I was in heat sucking a fine young hard cock. But decided to pull off it and pulled my head back leaving Seth's throbbing fuck pole glistening and bobbing like a flag pole on the side of a building. I was not going to let him cum yet so left his organ alone and let it subside. Seth relaxed and sighed as my slobber dripped off the hair on his bag and ran down his inner legs. I looked at my bound prize and soaked in the beauty of this sight. The weights on his nuts were now swaying back and forth reefing his balls down and back and forth as the parachute ball stretcher held his two large balls in its cup and yanked then down pulling his sack low. The face fucking had started them to sway so with pleasure came pain! Perfect from my standpoint. I walked slowly around him and saw the black butt plug base firmly seated close to his ass. Reaching down, I turn the vibrator off so as to not accustom his inner ass to the sensation, which I wanted for later when the moment of his impregnation came. His perfect form from behind was like seeing Da Vinci's Ventruvian man's backside, but bound by ropes. Seth was more perfect and more youthful and gorgeous however. The sight of this young bitch made my pozcock twitch; not that sucking his magnificent cock hadn't done that to me already. I decided it was perhaps time to indulge him yet again as I knew I would not be able to resist fucking him much longer. I then knelt before my quivering bitch and was face level with his now limp abused cock. I again lovingly started sucking his cock slowly and gingerly using my tongue to worship it and my mouth the envelope it in my warm saliva. I slowly stroked if with my hand as I increased my sucking and amount of cock shaft that I took in my mouth. Several joyful minutes passed before any response started from his monster fuck tool. Slowly it started to harden and grow again. Now cupping his ass cheeks, I pulled his butt in towards me as I engulfed his hard muscle deep into my throat. My sucking intensity increased as I fully gobbled down his stiff meat almost choking and gagging to get it all the way in. Eventually I relaxed enough to swallow his whole shaft and I held it there pushing my nose into his thick sweat drenched pubic forest. Seth was now enjoying this treatment. I wanted him to keep guessing what was next; from getting abuse to getting sucked off, what would be next? Pushing ahead, I concentrated on milking this boy of what would be one of his last Neg loads. Using every cock sucking skill I could muster, I sucked his pole, wrapped my tongue around his cock head and massaged his shaft as I bobbed my head on and off him and going base deep into my throat. He was again melting and moaning and even thrust his pole into my face like before as my oral attention continued. With force I pulled his ass, cupped in my hands forward as I pushed my own face deep on his pole and wiggled my head quickly with my nose pushing into his pubes. Seth let out "ohs and aahs and sighs" as I felt his throbbing hardness stretching my throat. I then retreated and sucked his cockhead and foreskin while stroking his shaft with my hand. Seth pushed his cock at me as best he could from his spread eagled position. From looking up at him, he was in ecstasy as he closed his eyes and pumped his organ at me. His nuts swung back and forth in time with the pendulum of weights hanging from them. The clothes pegs still pinched his young body and red marks from my belt and whip marked his skin. Pain and pleasure mixed together as I sucked his dick more and more frenzied. I was alternating between sucking his head and then deep throating him as he tried to fuck my face. Drooling I finally took him deep into my throat and wiggled my head as each time I swallowed his whole member, Seth would sigh and moan. My tight throat provided a nice fuck I bet. Seth started verbalizing, "oh, oh ooooh, oh!” and I held in deep down my throat as he pushed himself forward on his tip toes. I again pulled off and sucked his cock head and stroked his shaft and then immediately deep throated him again. With one last thrust forward and then relaxing off his toes by just hanging there by his arms, Seth' huge thick cock gave up its treasure. I let what I thought was the first gush of sperm go down my throat, but then pulled off him quickly to feel the second voluminous spurt of cum plaster my face and goatee. As the third glob of spunk shot out, I got some on my face but opened my mouth and took some in to taste the young untainted seed. The big stiff muscle was tensing and firing off huge thick streams of white manmilk. It was literally a stream of cum shooting from his piss slit. Seth uttered, "Fuck I'm cuming" and trailed off with an "ohhhhhh" and he went limp and hung by his arms. I took another spurt in my mouth and down my chin and onto my chest. The next I got as I closed my mouth around his dick head to capture it all. The last three of four spunk streams shot on my face, chin and chest. Even the last volleys of cum came out as thick, creamy white gobs of fuck juice. Finally his cock eruptions subsided and a bit of the creamy more clearer fluid oozed from his piss slit and stuck and ran slowly along the underside of his huge shaft as his foreskin slowly began covering that bulbous head. I felt energized by his pure copious sperm , tasting his ejaculation and his cum in my mouth, I stood and grabbed his head in my hands. I planted a kiss on his lips as Seth hung there still in the throes of sexual gratification. His cum transferred from my goatee and face to his own and I slipped my sperm covered tongue in his mouth, He responded a bit and opened his mouth so I pushed some of his cum from my mouth to his own but kept some in my mouth. I was sexually charged now and walked to his cute butt cheeks and pulled the plug from it and then spread his ass cheeks exposing his young rosebud hole. It was open a bit from the plug but basically was in tack. I licked his hole and tongued it and the deposited his cum on top of his crack and let it slid down towards his hole. As I did that, I stood up and pointed my hard death dick at his hole. As his cum and my spit mixture reached his asshole, I pressed my pozcock along his crack and rubbed and lubed my dick with the mix of his negseed and my spit. Seth was still recovered from his explosive orgasm, but I wanted a piece of him now. My cock throbbed and with this young bitch's cum scent filling my nose and tasting it, My cock became so engorged and rock hard that my mind had no other purpose except to ravage his hot ass and pump him full of my poison DNA. I just shoved my dick in hard and fast. The resistance gave my cock a bit of a dry feeling and only partial entry was gain. He was tight even after having the plug fill him for a while. I pulled out, re-lubed a bit and just shoved myself into him fully. The bitch lurched forward and let out a "Ahhhhh" as he tried to get his ass away from my intruder, but he couldn't get away far enough and with a slight step forward I fully seated my poz cock into his neg ass. Seth let out a harsh cry as my cock shot a pain through his sphincter and inner ass tube. Fuck yeah I thought as I then began to forcefully and quickly thrust my cock in and out of his ass, confident my rough thrusts were damaging his protective inner lining, making it all the more responsive to my AIDS. I liked the thought that he had already cum, that he was weakened and exhausted from orgasm, and it was time I brought him back to the real reason he was here in my dungeon. I was his there to become his Dad and master and he was there submit and serve and pleasure me. I mercilessly fucked his young asshole with vigor and held his hips as I thrust forward. I stepped forward again to really get some thrusting power and take him off his balance so that he would fall back and impale his ass on my rod when I wasn't pushing him forward with it buried in his hole. It worked as he could stay up on his toes and fell back with the ropes also pulling at him when I took a backwards thrust. He would come back just as I then pushed forward and rammed my cock into him. It resulted in us slamming together with a slapping sound as he grunted from the force. His body shook every time I pounded into him. I now reached up under his arms and wrapped my hands around behind his neck and continued a fast power fuck. I leaned forward and nibbled on his neck and bit it a bit. Fuck I was in lust sex heaven and just pounded the bitch's ass for I don't know how long. Helplessly, Seth hung there and took my fucking. All I had in my mind was to breed this young bitch and shoot my poison toxic deathseed as deep in his hole as possible. All the rest of the world went away except for the growing burning need to impregnate his raw neg ass. To not just be his Daddy, but his Poz Daddy. Ironically I do not bareback very often, I don’t spill my seed into just anyone, I had fucked with condoms for years to keep my strain of virus to myself. But now all that had changed as I felt my raw deadly cock sliding into his unprotected ass. Other than grunts and uhs emitting from Seth's mouth, the only sounds was the slapping of flesh on flesh as I was in a frenzy and wasted his hole. I was able to just get in that fuck mode and kept orgasm held off for as long as possible. I am able to sometimes fuck like an hour or so straight and only cum when my exhaustion kicks in and I was in this zone now. So now after loosing all track of time, I was tiring and knew I was approaching the moment of his conversion. I slowed my pace and set into feeling his tight abused, raw ass grip my cock. I concentrated on that feeling and felt my cock pulse and intensify in sensation. The knowledge that soon I was going to poz his neg hole that I was going to forever alter his life rapidly enhanced my sexual pleasure immensely. Knowing what I was about to made my sexual lusts surge. I began to slow down, right on the cusp of orgasm. I wanted this to be one more act of submission to me. Perhaps not the final act, but a big step. I wanted him to beg for my cum “I’m gonna fill you up, baby.” I grab his arms and push them down with my hands. “I’m going to flood you with my sperm, and when I do, my Seed will be inside you forever” “Please…please do it…” “Tell me what I want to hear…you know what I want to hear, boy…” I ordered him with ragged breaths. “I want… I want you to cum…” He whispers, “Tell me where boy, tell me where you want it… I grunt so close to the edge. “Cum … Inside me“ I am so close now.. “Say it again!” I order, feeling my balls contract. “Cum inside me! I need it, Cum inside me!” And that sends me over the top. A few more slow thrusts gave me the sense I was about to cum. I could feel my balls start to tingle with a raw sexual energy that I know can only come from having poz seed. I could feel the energy growing inside me, a burning toxic energy as my living virus exploded. I jammed my cock deep into his guts and pushed hard, shuddering as my death dick fired its’ charged bullets of pozcum from my now tightly snug balls. I leaned into Seth and pushed my cock up as deep into him as I could get it using his body to hold me up as I pressed against him and held him firm in my grip. He was stretched taut against his ropes from my weight against him as my blasts of pozspunk ejected into him over and over. Hugging him in that half-nelson, I gave my cock short little thrusts as I pressed against him more and more trying to bury my erupting organ deeper in him. The orgasm seemed to keep going as my pulsing rock hard cock sent waves of sexual pleasure through me sending me into a lustful daze. Once more I could feel some sort of a tingling sensation, sure that there was a sexual energy flowing out from my cock into his ass. I was in such a state of sexual lust that I felt every spurt of toxic viral cum pulsing through my dick as it kept surging over and over. It felt so sexually exhilarating knowing millions upon millions of my poz DNA were mixing with whatever remnants of Seth's neg spermatozoa that had entered his hole from I had first lubed him up. He was strung up like a piece of live meat and twitched about like a fly in a spider's web. All the while I hung onto him with my deathdick inside his cum laden fucked hole. At last my orgasm began to fade and the flow of my poison seed became less and less. Satisfied for now that I had started him on the road to becoming my poz son, I stood there now relaxing in the aftermath of my powerful ejaculation. My cock remained embedded up my bitch's ass, wanting to keep every drop of my poz cum inside of him, to let it have as much of a chance as possible to soak into his body and infect him. I hung onto him feeling him breath and enjoyed the feeling of my complete and total dominance and control of this young man. My libido was reeling and my sexual urges were still humming from being able to inflict whatever I so desired on this bitch slave. Regardless he was now mine to control and use and the feeling of that power intoxicated me. Yet as intense and thrilling as it was I knew this was just the start. As rough and brutal as the fuck had been there was no guarantee my Virus would take inside him. And when that time came, I wanted him to willingly as for more of virus. We stood there for a moment as I regained my breath, my hand reaching forward and slowly running down his sweat soaked body. As my cock throbbed half soft, yet still embedded in his abused ass, I took the moment to luxuriate in his sex infused body. I tasted the sweat dripping from him, inhaling the primal stink that now infused his once squeaky clean form. My questing hand moved down to find his huge uncut cock once again hard and throbbing. Such a good boy I thought, to get aroused from such a brutal fuck. I began to concentrate on my own dick now, gently moving it again, working it back into full strength for what I would hope to be the final part of his journey, at least for tonight. For the next several minutes I gently worked his sweat soaked cock while grinding my own until at last I was ready to fuck yet again. I knew I had to keep going to maintain the momentum we had started, to keep his arousal peaked and to keep my cock inside his cum soaked hole. Having cum once already, I knew it would take me longer to shoot, and so I kept up a slow but steady rhythm of fucking in his increasingly raw and brutalized ass. For Seth however, his cock was dribbling precum as I Kept him edging on the brink of orgasm. After about ten minutes of this sexual torture, I started the next phase of my plan. “You have been a wonderful, wonderful slut tonight, and you have made your master very happy.” I said, slowing my stroking hand as I sensed him once more on the cusp of orgasm. He moaned deeply as his only response. “You have taken pain from me, and pleasure, and you still want more?” Now he gave a coherent “Yes Master” in response. I smiled and started to stroke again. “And you have taken my seed deep inside you hole, and you want more?” the response was quicker and frenzied “YES Master! I want oyu to fuck me over and over again! Please! I need to cum so fucking bad, andI need your cum in me!” He begged, the need in his voice making my own cock twitched, I smiled a deep dark perverted smile this was the moment… “You want more of my charged toxic AIDS cum in you then slut?” I was tensed for the jolt that came next, and was able to keep him from pulling off my dick despite his strength, my grip and the ropes more then enough as he squirmed, impaled on my death dick. I dug my nails into his balls to quiet him as I hissed in his ear. “You wanted, no, begged for me to fulfill my most darkest most perverted sexual urges upon you slut, don’t think for a moment that something like this wouldn’t happen. You gave me freedom to abuse your body as I wish, and I intend to” I said into his ear asI ground my cock more firmly in his hole, the juices and cum making wonderful squelching noises. I could feel him in my grip, starting to shake and whimper, begging me to pull out and not to fuck him. “I have already shot in your hole slut, you already have a huge load of viral poz seed in your ass you know. But it is no guarantee that it will take. You still have a chance to be clean, just say the word slut, and I will pull out and let you go free. If you hurry and get to a doc, you might be able to stay neg you know, you might still have a chance and of course I would never..ever..bother..you..again..” I said, emphasizing each word with a hard lunge forward of my now throbbing deathdick. “All you have to say is for me to stop.” I hissed into his ear as I fucked him slowly, after a few minutes he whimpered something softly and I leaned forward. “What was that slut? Speak up for Master.” He moaned a bit louder… “D-Don’t, I…I Want it…” I grinned and slammed forward again with another wet thrust. “You need my aids cock inside you boy, is that it?” “Yes” he says at last. “You want more of my viral toxic cum, infecting your ass?” I saw, now fucking my cock into a furious pace once more. “YES!” he says, louder now. “Beg me for it slut, beg me to infect your boypussy! Beg for me to plant my AIDS deep in your hole” I shout, knowing I was quickly reaching my peak. “Poz me master! Knock me up! Infect me!” He babbled madly, the words hot enough to send me over the edge. Once more I could feel the tingling sensation in my balls beginning to crawl up my dick, the onrushing orgasm, feeling even more intense now that he was willingly asking for my death seed. I wrenched his head around as much as possible, wanting to look into his face as the moment of infection happened. I hilted deep in his ass and bellowed as the surge of sexual energy poured out of me to fill him yet again. If the virus had not yet taken root inside him it was sure to infect him this time. I could feel my cock opening up fresh rips in his ass as it sawed in and out of his spasmaming hole. My gazed locked on his as I hissed and grunted, caught up in orgasm of such power that it can only come from pozzing a neg hole. “This is it boy! Your boypussy is so ripe, so receptive to receive my virus, my poison, my toxic DNA!” I shouted, slamming over and over as the seed erupted from my cock, making sure to try and coat every last surface of his ravaged ass with it as I held him in my arms, the look in my eyes telling me everything I needed to know. “That’s it slut, just give in to the Virus and let my poz seed into you, let it infect you and your body.” I moaned, now utterly lost in the bliss of the experience. “Just let yourself go and accept my poison into you, now and forever.” I said as I stroked his cock quickly, wanting to reinforce his moment of conversation with more pleasure, I brought him swiftly to orgasm. I watched his face contort in long denied pleasure as a massive load of what I hoped would be his last negative load, poured out from his cock. For a while we came together, poz and neg seed mixing as one, yet all too soon I could feel my orgasm starting to fade. Once again the flow of tingling energy seemed to fade, signifying the end of my virus into his body as my balls finished emptying their toxic payload. I panted, catching my breath again as I simply starred into his eyes. After a few moments I kissed his face and whispered, almost lovingly to him. “You have begun a brand new journey with me my slut, from this moment onward I’m going to fuck you and fill you with my virus, over and over and over, until at last it takes root inside your body. And when that day comes, You will no longer be just a Slut, but my Son, You will forever be a part of me, because I will forever be inside you…” He said nothing, but wept gently, knowing perhaps how true what I said was. It was 2am by that point, and I decided to give my new ‘Son’ yet another reward. I gently unhooked his body from the networks of ropes and chains that had bound him for so long. Exhausted, spent and raw, he slumped against me as, still with my dick in his hole, I gently walked him to a bed I kept in the basement playroom. Together, soaked in sweat and cum, we quickly fell asleep. Over the next two days, I would finish my indoctrination of his mind, warping and breaking his will, corrupting him to belong utterly to my sexual perversions. I fucked his ass over and over, each time he would beg more and more for my toxic seed as I watched his transformation into a total obedient poz slave. It was less then a month later that he got the fuck flu, and I knew then that at last I had given ‘birth’ to my Poz Son. It was during that time that time that I started to show him my other side, the side of myself that would keep him, hopefully by my side for the rest of our lives. During the depth of his sickness I cared for him, tended to him and of course kept his ass full of my virus. I told him that he really did belong to me now, and that we were, in a very biological way, now father and son. All that was over 10 years ago. Shortly after he converted he moved into my house and changed his last name to my own. All record of his past life slowly faded away as he grew to become the perfect poz son I never had. Now I look forward to the day that he will pass on my Virus to yet another son, already we are looking at several candidates. .

How can anyone blame Biden for our present economy? It was in sorrier shape when he started than when he finished and he certainly isn't responsible for the inflationary chasm we've entered now? Nor did he and his friends profit from his policies while in office.

Bidenomics was not the cause of inflation. Too much money chasing too few goods was the cause and it was a bipartisan decision to give people money during COVID. They basically handed out a shit ton of money to workers and business owners. The Payroll Protection money was done under Trump, not Biden and it gave billions to business some of which went to workers but a lot went to business owners (if I had been quicker in seeing it coming I would I have started a business and hired all my friend and family and then gotten money from Trump to pay them all, with appropriate under the table kick backs to me of course). So there were multiple rounds of government tossing out money in bipartisan agreements, during a time when there wasn't anything to buy because supply chains were shut down. So as soon as things started opening back up, people started spending all the money Trump and Biden had given them. Meanwhile the Fed has flooded the financial system with tons of interest fee money as well. The Fed, Trump, Biden, Republicans, Democrats, and businesses padding their profits were all to blame for inflation. Anyone trying to blame any specific politician or party is either a fucking idiot, a liar, a partisan troll,.or a hypocrite. Which are you?

That's a tough one. Illegal.. well, public sex is illegal. Drug use is illegal. So technically, I think a lot of us have done those. Immoral is a very... subjective idea. And a lot of things that would be considered 'immoral' are probably more like 'illegal'. Though I have sabotaged a few condoms my tops then wore. I've jerked off with family - some would call that immoral. I've written a few stories that explore some... [banned word] themes. Hell, if I counted every married man who's used my mouth or ass, I've committed more immorality than the Old Testament. And who gets to decide what counts as fucked up? I would count letting a couple homeless guys fuck me in a crack house as 'fucked up'. Or making a straight buddy's car payment in exchange for a raw fuck (though I guess that's technically prostitution, so again.. illegal/immoral?) Is it fucked up to jack off all over my boss's desk at work just because I hated her fucking guts? The problem with vague questions is the terms need clear definitions - or at least ones both parties can agree upon.

From the moment a man first seized my ass as his pussy, I've always encouraged each man to start with a condom if he so chooses - some guys like it because it's a "bring your own lube" device - but once they're in and feeling comfortable inside me .... lose the coat! I guess it goes back to the first man who fucked me - he did the same thing. He put on a lubricated condom, got worked inside of me, pulled out and tossed the raincoat aside and spit on my ass just a few times before entering me again and then was bare the entire time until he came. His partner then just entered me raw and kept things going. I believe we bottoms were built for being fucked raw and should be fucked raw.

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Hey guys! Sorry for the long delay, but here's chapter 3! Chapter is almost done! -------------------------------------------------- Pozzing Jeff 3 *Bens POV* I leaned in and kissed him. This little neg slut wanted to get pozzed up. My cock, which has been semi hard was now raging and pointing up. “I think that can be arranged,” I winked at him as I guided his head down to my cock. He took me balls deep in one shot. “Fuck!” I screamed, using every ounce of self control I had not to thrust myself any deeper into his warm, wet mouth. I made sure to position myself so that his ass was pointed towards the door. We didn’t have to wait long before a muscle daddy stopped in the doorway. I put my hands on Jeffs head to keep him from turning around. I locked eyes with muscle daddy and nodded. He walked in, stroking his 7” cut cock as I guided Jeff’s mouth up and down on my shaft. He was about 5’6”, muscular, with a little bit of a belly, and hairy from his neck to this toes. Both his nipples and his cock were pierced. He ran his hands over Jeff’s hips as Jeff moaned around my cock. The muscle daddy ran his finger across the plug and pushed a couple of times, each time evoking a grunt from Jeff. He locked eyes with me again. “Can I fuck him?” He asked. “Fuck yeah, man. He needs it.” “Raw?” “Fuck yeah. The little bitch loves it.” With that, the muscle daddy pulled the plug out, causing Jeff to grunt again. His hole didn’t stay empty for long as muscle daddy sunk balls deep into Jeff in one stroke. Jeff pulled off my cock. “Fuck me, please. Your dick feels so fucking good!” Muscle daddy didn’t need another invitation, and started slamming into Jeff, forcing him down on my cock. Each thrust forced him to deep throat and I was moaning in no time. I pulled his head off my cock and leaned down to kiss him. He had a look of pure bliss on his face and I knew this is what he truly needed. “You like that?” I ask. “Yes!” He moans. “You need it. We’re going to make sure you get it. You feel him inside you? He’s got a pierced cock, and it’s rubbing my cum into you. You feel it?” “Oh fuck yeah!” Muscle daddy was starting to pick up the pace a bit, and I knew he was going to be dumping his load soon. I leaned back so my hole was in front of Jeff. The little bitch didn’t need to be asked twice and drove in tongue first. “Fuck! You are so good at that! Can you taste your load in there?” He could only mumble and moan into my ass. I looked at guy fucking Jeff. He had beads of sweat rolling off his brow. But that’s not what really caught my eye. Behind him in the doorway, stroking his uncut cock was the twink from the slingroom. I looked him in the eye and gave him a wicked smile, nodding for him to come in. Things were about to get interesting. “Fuck! Here it comes, bitch! Take my load!” My attention was brought back to the guy fucking Jeff. He slammed into him one last time, grunting and growling obscenities. It was a couple minutes before he was able to move, and I got off the bed to look at his handiwork. He pulled his cock out, and a flood of cum followed it. I caught as much as I could with my fingers and shoved them into Jeff, eliciting a moan from him. I pulled my fingers out to the tips and noticed that there were a few streaks of pink mixed with the cum. I winked at the stud with the PA as he was walking out before returning to the bed and feeding Jeff my fingers to clean off. “That taste good, baby?” I asked smiling at the twink. “Mmm Hmm,” came the muffled reply from the boy sucking my fingers. “I have surprise for you,” I tell him, looking at the twink. Jeff turns his head and smiles when he sees the twink in the doorway stroking his cock. “Remember the twink that I told you about earlier? The poz slut who fucked me in the sling? This is him baby. If you ask him nicely, I’m sure he’d love to fuck you too.” “Please fuck me. I need it so bad!” It was so hot hearing Jeff beg for cock. “Yeah? You want my cock?” the twink said. “Tell him what you want baby,” I said to Jeff. “I want your cock. I want you cum. Your poz cum. Please help poz me! I need it so bad!” The twink smirked, still stroking his cock. “You want to get pozzed, eh? You want my poz cum in your neg pussy?” he asked, sliding two fingers into Jeffs sloppy, gaping cunt. I sat back and stroked my cock. This was way to fucking hot. “Yes! Please poz me!” “Get on your back” Jeff quickly got on his back and pulled his legs back, exposing his neg hole. The twink moved between Jeff’s legs and started running his cock around his swollen ass lips. “Look at me.” Jeff looked the twinks eyes. “I want you to say ‘please poz me, Jake.’” “Please, poz me Jake. Please poz me!” “Good boy. You’re gonna get it.” And with that, Jake slammed his cock into Jeff, causing his eyes to roll back in his head, and a moan to escape his lips. “Oh fuck! Your cock feels so good!” “Yeah, you like that? You like that poz cock?” “Yeah! Give it to me!” “If you say so,” Jake says, before unapologetically slamming his 8” cock into Jeff. I smiled while stroking my cock. I’ve been with Jake several times, and I know how long he can fuck for. He can keep this pace up for a long time, often wearing his bottoms out before he’s even close to cumming. I hope Jeff is prepared for this. Jake settled into a rhythm, slow fucking Jeff with deep, long strokes. My boy was in absolute ecstasy as jake’s uncut cock was drilling his hole. From where I was sitting, I could see each thrust. A ring of cummy froth was forming around Jakes dick. ‘Fuck,’ I thought to myself. ‘This is so fucking hot.’ I slid my hands between my legs and my fingers quickly zeroed in my twitching hole. I jammed two fingers in with ease and was soon moaning in time with Jeff. I could feel the jizz from earlier swirling around my fingers, and with my free hand I took a hit of poppers. I took three deep huffs and started flying. I was starting to get lost in the feeling of my fingers working my hole when I was brought back to the present. “You like that?” “Fuck yeah. Please don’t stop.” “Oh I’m no where near finishing.” “Oh fuck!” “You’re hole is so wet baby. How many loads you have in you?” “Just two so far. But I need more. Lots more.” “Oh, I’m going to make sure you get more. Were any of those loads poz?” “One was. The last guy, I’m not sure.” “That turn you on to take poz and unknown loads?” “Fuck yeah!” “You want it bad don’t you? You want the bug, eh?” “Yeah man, I need it.” “You gonna share when you get it?” “Fuck yeah!” “Good boy.” Jake looked at me. My cock was rock hard and dripping from listening to these two pigs. “You think he can handle both of us?” I thought for a minute. “I don’t know man, he hasn’t been fucked before today. What do you think, baby? Want to try taking both our cocks in your cunt? “Yeah man! I want both your poz cocks in my hole!” I handed the poppers to Jeff and laid down on the bed. “Ok baby, I want you to climb on top of me and sit on my cock.” I couldn’t help moan as he slid down on me. He was so sloppy! “Fuck your pussy feels like velvet!” I motioned for Jake to get behind Jeff. “Now Jake is going to push into you. I want you relax and start huffing the poppers. Don’t stop until I tell you.” Jake took several deep breaths from the bottle. I didn’t think it was possible, but his hole relaxed around my cock. I felt Jakes cock next to mine as it began to slide into Jeff. I kept my eyes on Jeff, making sure he was ok. I knew from experience that being double fucked could be very intense if you weren’t prepared for it. He had his eyes closed and continued to sniff the bottle. I could feel Jakes cock come to a stop next to mine. “Ok baby, you can stop now,” I said to Jeff. “You feel that? You now have two poz cocks deep inside you. You ready for us to poz you? Jeff had a glazed over look in his eyes. “Yeah man, but please go slow.” “You got it, pig.” Said Jake as he slowly started to thrust in and out of Jeff. “Fuck!” Jeff moaned out. I took the poppers and did a quick hit before passing them off to Jake. I wasn’t going to last much longer. “I’m getting close!” I moaned out. “Take it! Take my poz cum!” My dick started to spasm as I shot another load of my toxic juice into Jeff. The slut was moaning like a whore. “Oh fuck, I can feel it! You’re load feels so good on my cock!” Jake manages to grunt out. His breathing was getting quicker and I knew he’d be shooting soon. My cock finally stopped twitching and slipped out of Jeff’s hole. A small trickle of spooge dripped onto my cock. “Fuck, here it cums!” Jakes moaned. He slammed into Jeff one last time, pushing him down on top of me. My mouth quickly found his as I snaked my tongue inside. He pulled away from me and turned to Jake. “Fuck, I can feel it! There’s so much!” “Yeah baby, I always shoot big loads. Guaranteed to knock you up.” Jake slowly pulled out of Jeff, and quickly shoved the plug back in before any of deadly seed could drip out. “Clean our cocks off!” Jake commanded. Jeff scrambled down on the bed and took me in his mouth for a few moments before turning to Jake to clean his cock off. He looked up at Jake for approval. A smile crept across Jakes face. “Good boy.” He leaned down and kissed Jeff. “Did you like that?” “Oh yes! It was incredible.” “Any regrets?” “No. This feels right!” Jake smiled before leaning down and stroking Jeff’s cock. “I think you deserve a reward.” And with that, Jake laid on his back beside me and pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing his hole to Jeff. “Fuck me. Give me your load. You earned this, buddy.” Jeff didn’t need to be told twice. IN no time he was between Jakes legs, balls deep in his hole. With the way he was fucking, I knew he’d be unloading in no time. I got up and held the poppers under his nose while I tweaked his nipples. “I’m cumming!” Jeff screamed, burying his cock in Jakes hole. “Yeah, shoot that load in me! This will be the last time you shoot a neg load.” “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jeff moaned before collapsing onto Jake. “Let’s hope it is,” he breathed out, exhausted. “Well, I can think of a couple of ways to make that happen. You ready for some more?” Jake asked, winking at Jeff. “Oh yeah!”

Part II I felt heat spring to the tips of my fingers, roar up my chest, and slap me in the face as he removed the tourniquet from my arm. Suddenly, I ran out of air, and I panicked, coughing madly and too fucked up to recover. I felt like all the blood in my body was rushing to my asshole. I felt hot, insatiable. Guido Dad, who told me to call him Giovanni, slammed himself too as I adapted to my new, unbelievable high. I was in pig heaven. Giovanni bent down above my head. I could barely see his face; his shades were still on. He rolled up a large wad of spit in his mouth and spat it all over my face. “Alright, trash. Get on your back and open those legs like the fucked up slut you are,” he commanded. I eagerly leapt to the back of the bed, lifted my legs in the air, and opened wide. I dug my fingers into my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as if to beg for his dick. “Daddy, please,” I moaned, hazy from the drugs and having been starved from dick up until now. The Maximum Impact had hit me hard, and I still had unbelievable amounts of THC in my system in addition to the T. “Fuck my hole. Shred my pussy. Knock me up with your daddy sperm!” He took a final puff from his cigarette, ashed it, and climbed onto the bed. His white pants were so tight they showed off every giant muscle in his legs. His thighs and calves were chiseled beyond belief. He took off his flip flops to reveal deep tan lines on his feet. His chest was enormous, hovering over my body. He removed his shades. His pupils were heavily dilated from the drugs, and he looked at me coldly, like I was just some fucked up twink he found at the baths and is about to breed behind a dumpster. He spat on me again, and I groaned, my face now covered with a thick, sticky layer of both of our spit. “You want this cock slutboy? You want this giant meat abusing and tearing up that tight little Asian pussy? Tell me how much you want it, and maybe I’ll be good to you,” he said, grinning. “Fuck my pussy! Tear me apart! My body is just a hole for you, I want you to fuck me until my body expires! Just fuck me!” I practically screamed. My ass puckered as he applied more T-laced lube in and around my ass, then on his cock. “Stupid bitch. I was never going to show you mercy,” he laughed as he rammed his cock into my ass. I yelled in shock and sheer pleasure, my toes uncurled and my feet were fully flexed. My legs bucked at the impact of his cock. Giovanni was horny alright, and I was proud to be the hole that would drain him of his cum. “FUUUUCK!” I yelped, and he thrust slowly a few times, letting my ass muscles quickly loosen around his giant meat. Then, he began to pump. He grabbed my ankles and spread them as wide as possible, as if he was trying to open up my hole as he ripped through it. His cock was so big and thick it felt like it filled every air space in my ass. “Oh! Yeah! Fuck! Me! Just! Like! That!” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head as Giovanni consummated his ownership of his new whore with brutal, loveless fucking. I moaned and gasped with each thrust as he went deeper until I felt like he was striking my stomach, but I was so high on drugs it only felt incredible, not even slightly painful. I didn’t know I could take a dick so big so deep. He would frequently spit on me as he rammed me. This was worlds better than any fuck my boyfriend has ever given me. “You like my tool, bitch?” “Y-Yeah,” I gasped, as he slowed his pace. He kissed me, not affectionately, but like a wolf licking his prey. Then, he pulled out completely, leaving my asshole puckering hungrily for a millisecond, before shoving the full length back in. His dick had marked my hole as its own, and he fucked me indiscriminately of how I felt, even though I was practically immune to pain and drowning in my tweaked up bliss. “You ready for my load, bitch?” he asked, his thrusts starting to get faster. “Hell yeah, seed me daddy! Fill me with that hot daddy load! I want your sperm in my blood, make me your FUCKING SLUT!” I roared as he lifted his leathery face to the ceiling and howled with pleasure as he squirted load after load in me. At first I didn’t feel it, but I knew he was cumming because of how he rammed his throbbing dick deeper than I imagined possible. Then, after maybe his fourth squirt of thick cum, my ass was flooding with his load, and it felt completely warm and sticky on the inside. He pulled out, a giant, thick, string of cum so thick it was almost yellow dangling off from the tip of his dick and sticking to the surface of my ass. I tightened my ass, holding in what felt like a pint of cum as he groaned and fingered me, licking wads of cum he managed to plunge out of my hole. “Get some rest, bitch,” he said, handing me his bong and my weed so I could wind down from the drugs. He didn’t bother cleaning off his dick and zipped up his pants. “When you wake up, I got more fun for you.” He reached into his drawer, pulled out a large butt plug, and crammed it into my ass. It felt wide at the bottom, but it was easy to take compared to his dick. He was keeping my ass lubed up with his cum for my next fuck.