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First attempt at a story. Hopefully it flows and there aren't any major spelling or grammar mistakes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I went to a public cruising spot one night, about a month after I stopped taking prep. I was keen to take a random guy's load. I arrived and for a while I was the only one there. I noticed another guy approaching and made the usual signals to show that I was looking for fun. He looked a few years older than me, and good shape. I hoped he was a top (bottoms are a lot more common here) and I hoped he had a big dick. He came over to me and we felt each other up, got our cocks out, and played with each other's cock while talking about what else we wanted to do. He had a nice dick. I think it was probably about 8", and a good thickness, with a thick mushroom head. I told him that I was keen to get fucked and take a random load, but that it was risky for me to do it. He asked me why it was risky and I told him that I'd stopped taking prep and therefore I was unprotected. He asked me if I was scared that I might take a poz load, and I said that I was scared, but that it also turned me on, and I said that was the main reason for my decision to stop prep. He said in that case I should let him fuck me. We were both still gently rubbing each other's dick and I could feel that he was leaking precum. A lot of precum. He was one of those guys who supply their own natural lube. I just said that it was hot and turned me on, and that he had a beautiful cock, and I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't know for sure. I was a bit nervous now that there was a poz dick ready and wanting to fuck me. He said that he thought I should let him fuck me because my answer wasn't a no, so I probably wanted it. He said he was horny and his dick wanted to get inside me. I was very nervous and undecided. At that point, I hadn't been fucked by any random guys since going off prep, and while it turned me on, I was nervous about the whole situation. I didn't say anything and just continued to slowly massage his cock, rubbing his poz precum all over it. We looked over to another section of the beat, about 50 yards away, and there was a guy sitting on a park bench, with his cock out, having a wank. We were in a dark area, so I don't think the guy on the bench had seen us. The poz top said "I have an idea. I want to fuck you, but you're undecided. How about we go over there and ask that guy what he thinks. If he says I should fuck you, then I fuck you." I think that flipped a switch in my head because I was turned on by the poz talk and by us playing with each other, and now the decision to fuck wasn't mine, so I said "ok, let's ask him". We walked over to the wanker, and I said to him "we need you to help us make a decision. He wants to fuck me, but I'm undecided. Neither of us brought a condom so if he fucks me, it'll have to be bareback." I hadn't finished explaining the situation and the wanking guy said immediately "he should fuck you" I said "before you make a decision, we'll do whatever you tell us to, but I need you to know that I'm neg and not on prep, and he's poz" The wanker didn't even take a moment to think about it and just said "he should fuck you here, so I can watch" The poz guy wasted no time. He spat on his dick, moved behind me, and started to push in, and said to me "relax that hole. He said that we have to fuck, so I have to fuck you now" I just said fuck, and let him in. His spit and his own copious precum meant that he slipped in easily, even considering the size of his knob. It felt so good when he was balls deep. Nothing feels as good as being impaled on a large bare cock. I lost my inhibitions about letting his poz dick inside me and enjoyed the sensations. While fucking me, the poz top pushed my head down and made me suck the wanking guy's cock. I could feel the top speed up a bit and I realised he was going to cum. I remembered that it would be risky for me to take his load, and wondered if I should tell him to pull out but before I had a chance, and while my mouth was still full of the other guy's cock, he asked the other guy if he should breed me, he said "I'm going to cum. Should I cum in his ass?" The other guy asked him if I was he telling the truth earlier about me being neg and him being poz. The top said "yes. I'm poz and he's neg. Can I cum inside him?" The other guy said "I don't care. Cum in him if you want" And with that, the top let loose and filled me with poz cum. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me and I'm sure he gave me a big load. I was wanking my own dick and shot my load just as he filled me up, the pulsing of his dick in my ass sending me over the edge. A few seconds later, the other guy shot his cum in my mouth. I never asked or learned if he was poz too. It didn't seem to matter at the time.

Chapter 5 —— Jacob ——— It had been a very eventful shift, especially for it being only my second day. We were really busy again and I got to meet a lot of our regulars. Plus after the lunch rush I got to see Ant’s big uncut dick and balls when his pants betrayed him durning a squat and ripped open to revel is glorious package. Then durning the dinner rush I got to work with Kenny for the first time. He was a nice guy. He was probably the oldest of the guys, well besides Ant and Buck. He looked to me mid to late 20s. He had a kind of otter cub build, was about 5’9 and medium build (not fat but not skinny), with his arms and legs (he was wearing shorts) covered in brown hair, head was shaved and he had various tats all over his body save his face and head. He also wore a nose piercing and each ear had several piercings. As we worked he explained he been working her almost and long as Trevor, only being hired a month after him. So Jayden had been the first hired and worked for the shop for like 3 years before he left. Trevor had been there almost 2 years, Kenny after him, and Lance just under a year. Kenny seemed to love working here. He had nothing but good things to say about the customers, his fellow workers, and Buck. After the rush had slowed down Kenny told me to go ahead and find Ant to see about going home. Ant was in the kitchen and he decided it was a good time for me and Trevor to clock out. He gave me another envelope full of my share of the tips. In two days I had made $517 in tips. My inner demon told me this had to be because it had been extra busy or the customers took pity on the new guy. I had noticed it started to rain about a hour ago and I was psyching myself up my for the ride home in it as I clocked out. After clocking out I grabbed my backpack from the break room. When I turned around Trevor was behind me getting his bag as well. “Hey bud, I know you rode in today and if you want I can give you a lift home. Your bike will fit in the bed of the El Camino.” Trevor had a big genuine smile on his face like the offer wasn’t just an invite born out of obligation to be nice to the new kid. “Thanks for the offer but I don’t want to put you out. I am sure my place is out of your way home.” I didn’t want to impose on his time. I knew he worked a lot and really hard. I am sure he wanted to get home and rest. “It’s no problem man, really! I can let my new little bro get soaked in this. Plus, it can be dangerous riding in the rain. Come on let’s go get your bike in the bed and get going.” Trevor didn’t wait for me to respond. He took my bike lock key from my hand and opened the shop’s back door and was around the corner before I could get anything out. I hurried out after him closing the door behind us. By the time I got to the parking lot he had my bike over to his car and was lifting it into the bed. “The door is unlocked go ahead and get in while I secure this” His tone was friendly but I could hear the command in it. I knew it wasn’t of mean spirit he just seemed to really care about me getting home safe. I thanked him and climbed into the car. He had restored the inside of the car as well and done a great job. It looked like it had just came off the factory floor. I buckled up and waited for him to join me feeling a little guilty about him getting wet and me being dry in his car. He climbed into the driver side wet but thankfully not soaked. He had his normal goofy smile showing. He started the car and 70s music blasted for a minute before he turned it down. He explained his parents were kids of the 70s so he had learned to love all things from the era. He got my address from me and let out a laugh when I told him. It turns out my house was 2 blocks from his place. As we drove toward home we started talking. He asked me how I liked working at the shop so far and listening to all positive feedback. I honestly told him I didn’t have anything negative to say about it. He told me about how he’s started there and how he has loved it since day one. How good of bosses Ant and Buck were. That they really cared about their employees. He told me also cared deeply for family. Going on to say that Buck didn’t work Sundays because he watched his nieces that day. The most he’d do is open the store then leave it to us, insuring we had proper staffing. The girls would always be there with him when he unlocked the store then they be on their way for some fun excursion or another. There had also been a few times when he had left the shop because the school called not being able to reach the girls parents when one of them were sick. Trevor said that they always laughed when Buck got nervous and ran like the wind for what turned out to be a simple tummy ache. Even though they kidded him they could see he thought those girls hung the moon and he’d walk through fire for them. He also explained his caring didn’t stop there. The shop always sponsored a basketball tournament at a city park near the store to raise money for the local youth LGBT center. That was Ant’s baby and he always spear headed it, but Buck was right behind him and put the shop up as the main sponsor. Buck also had one day every quarter where a local charity would be picked to be the benefit of a “giving day”. All the profit from that day would go to the selected charity. We’d put out a donation cup for said charity to raise more money that day too. Trevor said the staff always donated their cash tips for that day too. Not that it was required but we all wanted to help out even if it was just a few hundred bucks. I nodded to that knowing I’d be donating my tips on those days too. Those days helped different worthy groups. Sometimes the women’s shelter, or the food pantry, or a senior citizen center, and so on. The only rule was they had to serve the local community. Trevor explained that the shop was a success primarily because the locals took a risk on it when we opened and then continued to support it and still do. Thats why Buck wanted to try and give back to the community. I was in aw of how generous Buck and the rest of the guys were. They did really seem to care. Plus it was clear from what Trevor said and what I had seen so far that Buck led by example with his actions. We pulled up to my house right about the time Trevor had finish telling me about the charity days. The house was dark and both of the cars were gone. Mom at work. It was almost a guarantee Ralph was at the bar. Trevor asked if no one was home. I told him both my parents were working, lying about Ralph. Before I could say bye and get out though he put the car in gear and drove away from the curb. He simply told me that his new little bro wasn’t going to have dinner alone. I tried weakly to protest but he wouldn’t hear it. I know if I had truly asked him to turn around and take me home he would have. Instead we drove over two blocks. He parked in the driveway of a duplex but when we got out he had me follow him to the attached neighbors house. He walked right in not bothering to knock. I followed him apprehensively not sure what was going on. In the kitchen a short round older woman with the same red hair as Trevor stood by the stove. He leaned down to kiss her as she hugged his neck. He introduced me to her as his mom but when he told me her name she swatted him and said to just call her mom like all the other boys from the shop did. She then enveloped me in a hug. A older man looking like Trevor without all the muscles (who was clearly his dad) came into the kitchen as she released me. We shook hands as I was introduced to him by name but again I was told to just call him dad. Trevor explained all the people from the shop had been to his parent’s house and visited regularly for a meal. He said they were like the shops adopted parents even to Buck and Ant. We sat down to a table full of delicious looking and smelling food. The main course was a meatloaf but there were all kinds of different sides to accompany it. I had eaten myself to the point of bursting when Trevor’s mom put a home made cheese cake in front of us. I made room for dessert as soon as I saw it. Afterward dinner I offered to help clean up but I was shooed from the sink. Trevor’s parent told use to go over to his place and have fun doing whatever it is boys did nowadays. I was given a hug goodbye from both his parents. “Wow you have great parents Trevor. Plus your mom knows how to cook!” I told him as we walked in his front door. “You must love living next to them. “ “You can call me Trev man. But yea when this place came open to rent I snapped it up. I love them. They can be a little goofy sometimes but they are the best.” He replied as he took his shoes off by the door. I followed his lead and kicked mine off. “Her food is great and don’t tell her I said this but Buck by far has made the best food I have ever eaten. He used to be a super highly sought chef, trained in Paris, worked his way up to being one of the top sous chefs in the city. He could of been head chef anywhere he wanted I am sure if that dick Chad hadn’t cheated on him” My ears perked up at that. I thought Buck was straight. I assumed Lance was the only other gay staff member. “Buck had a boyfriend? He is gay?” I asked for clarification. “Oh yea, everyone at the shop is either gay or bi. Ant and Jayden before he left were our bi guys. The rest of us are gay” He said nonchalantly. “Wow I wouldn’t have guessed that. I thought it was just me and maybe Lance. Also what kind of moron cheats on someone as good as Buck!” I felt my hackles rising at this idiot named Chad. How could he have hurt someone as nice and caring and sexy as Buck! The nerve!!!!! ”Yea we are all part of the queer club. That’s another reason why the community supports us. We are a gay owned business employing a queer staff. It’s not really billed as it but the local area around the shop is basically the cities gayborhood.” He told me. I hadn’t been out in the scene so I didn’t know there was a gayborhood or that it was so close to my neighborhood. It was nice to know I’d landed at a place that was accepting and in a welcoming area. “As far as that choad Chad, he just a dumbass. I don’t know much beyond he cheated on Buck and that made Buck decide to change his life because he wasn’t happy. He opened the pizza shop as a way to have a fresh start I would guess. He doesn’t talk about it and we don’t bring it up to him. Not that he’d get mad or anything it’s just settled business for him it seems so we keep it that way. I am sure Ant knows the full story, they have been friends since they were kids, but he wouldn’t say anything. He’s a steal trap that one, tell him a secret and it will never pass his lips.” Trev continued explaining the mysterious world of Buck. “Do you know why the shop is called Scorpion Pizza?” I blurted out, hungry for more knowledge. “Oh curious about that?” Trev laughed as he asked me. “Everyone is. I can’t say I know every reason why but from what I have got out of Buck since I started working there is that I figure it has to do with being stung and not getting stung again. Or something along those lines.” That made sense in a way but I figured there was probably more to it. I didn’t want to push it so I just nodded in acceptance of the explanation. “So why does Ant call Buck Daddy Scorpion?” Trying to put another piece of the puzzle in place. That brought another laugh from Trev. “Oh, it’s a nickname some our original and now regular customers gave him. With the shop’s name and logo they came up with nicknames for us. He’s Daddy Scorpion and we are all his scorpion boys, even Ant. So when we are all feeling silly we call each other that or call Buck by Daddy Scorpion. It’s all in good fun.” That also made complete sense, but I had a gut feeling that wasn’t the full story either. But before I could go to far into it Trev brought me a soda and turned on a video game. We spent a couple hours playing games, talking about this and that, and just kind of bonding. I didn’t really have many friends outside the few I kept from high school but they had all gone to college. It was good to start making a new one. A little after 11 I told Trev I needed to head home. To my surprise he got up, grabbed his keys from the table by the door, and slipped his shoes on. He opened the door for me clearly intending to take me home. I would have said I could ride home since it had stopped raining, but I had learned that him being protective and helpful was just a part of his core personality. It was best not to argue about it. I thanked him as he dropped me off and helped me unload my bike. He hugged me goodbye and wished me a goodnight as he got back in his car and drove home. Ralph still wasn’t home so I went in and made a very quick plate for both him and mom and put it in the fridge. I cleaned up quickly then took a shower and slid into my bed in my sleepy pants. Now that I knew Buck was gay I fell asleep to dirty thoughts of what I’d let him do to me if he wanted to! ——- Buck ——- It had been a long day. I had volunteered to help my dad with some projects around their house. It was a long exhausting day. I got done with that just in time to get to my doctor’s appointment and get my test results. My viral load was still high. But my other numbers were holding steady. My doc said he was satisfied with the numbers so I thanked him and went on my way. I had dinner with an old coworker that I hadn’t seen in ages. Her and her wife meet me at a small restaurant and we had a lovely meal. Ant had pulled an open to close yesterday so I wanted him to go home after the dinner rush. I knew we had the coverage so I texted him earlier that day that I’d come in and close.l so he could leave after the rush. After dinner I went home to workout since I missed it this morning. Then I grabbed a shower and put on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. I slipped on my sandals and grabbed my keys to head to the shop to lock it up. In my outfit I knew the boys were going to see my dick swinging in my shorts since I wasn’t wearing underwear but I didn’t care. Since both of them had been on it raw multiple times I knew they wouldn’t care either. I got there about 10 minutes before close. I walked in the back door to rock music playing and Kenny and Lance working on putting tomorrow prep away in the cooler. I said hi to them and looked around the store to make sure everything was done. Not that I had to worry, both these boys knew what to do. I went to the office to do a few things then walked up front at 11 and locked the door and turned off the lights up front. I pulled the register and printed the sales report. Both went in the safe to do in the morning when I came in. I took the cash tips from the counter to the office and split them and added them to the boys share of the lunch tips. I went back into the kitchen and Kenny and Lance were in the break room getting their stuff. I gave them their tips told them to go ahead and clock out. “Lance, did you drive or does your brother have the car tonight?” I asked as he was clocking out. “My brother does. But the rain stopped so I figured I walk. Use the walk to practice my catwalk” He replied in his typical catty humor. “Nope, I will give you a ride princess.” I said as we walked to the back door where Kenny was waiting. We exited together and I locked up the back door. I said goodnight to Kenny as he climbed in his car. Unlocked the passenger side door for Lance and held the door open for him. I came around to my door and climbed in the truck. I started it and backed up. I hadn’t even turned out of the parking lot when Lance had scooted over next to me and put his hand down the front of my shorts. “I do love when Daddy Scorpion wears these shorts and no underwear. It makes it so easy to play with your big fat dick.” I just turned to smile at Lance and placed a quick kiss on his lips before turning back to the road. He had been with us a year or there abouts. I had bred his neg hole within his first week of working for us. He had no shame and definitely told me what he wanted right away. He didn’t even flinch at my status and even begged me to make him a true scorpion boy before I fucked him the first time. It had taken about 4 months, the longest it taken any of the boys, to test poz. Once he did he insisted we go get his tat that day. Then he had me fuck another load into him after the tattoo was done. He was insatiable and loved to get fucked hard! He was wild and loved to please his various daddies he was with. I was probably his youngest daddy he regularly fucked with. But he wasn’t going steady with anyone and only had fuck buddies so it didn’t break my rule. He had worked me half hard when he shimmied my shorts down enough that my dick and balls were hanging out. He swallowed my partially hard dick too the root in one go. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his smooth skin. He only had hair on his head, under his pits, and a small bush over his dick. The rest of him was hairless. I knew he was half Asian and half white but his build, facial features, and skin tone all took after his Asian side. He was definitely a cutie! He got me hard in no time. He was able to suck me balls deep even when fully hard. His oral skills were almost legendary. It was getting harder with each passing minute to concentrate and drive as he slobbed on my poz dick, drinking down my toxic precum that was leaking out in gobs. I pulled over in a secluded ally. I looked around and made sure no one was around. “Ok boy you want it that bad, daddy will give it to you. Strip off those pants and get in doggy.” I commanded as I kicked my shirt off completely. Like the good boy he was, he was naked and ass up in seconds. His hole was so tight and winked at me. I grabbed and fondled his hot ass then I spit on his hole and started to finger. Starting with only one finger then building to 4. Adding spit as I went. He was moaning and writhing and begging me for more as I fingered him. I got on my knees behind him. Thankfully I had a big cab with just enough room to bend over top of him and insert my fat raw leaky poz dick into his hole. “Fuck yes daddy, stretch my raw boy hole with your big poz dick! Fuck me hard and deep! Open me up to take more of your dirty cum!” He begged as my fat long dick inched into his toxic hole. “You want my load baby? I got my test today and my viral load is off the charts. You want daddy to flood you with that toxic seed?” I gruffly asked him. “Fuck yes daddy. Recharge me please!! I want my viral load to jump!!” He moaned back as I bottomed out in his hole. I rocked back then slammed in deep taking my boy’s ability to talk away and only left him to moan. I picked up my speed and intensity. Slamming as hard as I could into him each fuck. I reached around and took a nipple in my hand and played with it. I knew his nips were wired to his dick. He had a nice 6 inch uncut cock with a good thickness. But he preferred I play with his nipples as I fucked him because that plus getting railed made him cum hands free. I continued to pound my boy hard and deep. Making his moans grow louder till I had to cover his mouth with my free hand. I knew we didn’t have long so I changed to a fast shallow jackrabbit fuck. Within a minute he shoot his poz load all over the seat of my truck. The squeezing of his hole on my dick sent me over the edge as my toxic babies impregnated his hole, again. I untangled my self from him and sat back into my seat. He immediately turned around siting in his own seed and took my now half hard dick covered in cum and sucked me clean. Making sure to get every drop. It felt so good to the point it was almost too good. After he was done he sat up and we made out for a few minutes. Then I pulled a towel I kept for emergencies from the back seat for him to clean up the seat and himself. He worked on that as I started the engine and got us moving back toward his house. We rode naked till we got to his place. He dressed when I pulled up the apartment building he lived in. He shared an apartment with his brother. He gave me one final kiss and then we said goodnight and he got out. I watched him to be sure he got in the building before I pulled away. I got home and walked from the truck to the front door naked from the waist down. I had my shorts in my hands. My neighbor on one side was gay and Ant was on the other side so I knew neither would care. I rinsed off and did all my nightly bathroom stuff. I climbed into bed and thought just how lucky I was. A great family. A fantastic job with a second equally great family. Three on call boys to flood with poz seed as I wanted. And my final thought before drifting off was that soon, hopefully anyway, I may have a new neg boy to make one of my Scorpion boys! ——————— Alright another chapter in the books! As always I greatly appreciate the feed back. Not sure how long this story will end up being but I hope you all continue it enjoy it as we go. Thanks!

Darren stepped into Randy’s apartment, the warmth enveloping him like a second skin. The air was thick with the scent of man, a musk that hit Darren’s senses like a wave. His cock twitched in response, the familiar ache of desire settling low in his belly. Randy let him in, clad only in loose gym shorts, his salt-and-pepper hair tousled, a knowing grin spreading across his face. “Right on time,” Randy drawled, his voice low and inviting. “You look nervous. Should we relax over a beer before we start?” Darren nodded, his movements deliberate as he crossed the room. The apartment was sparse but lived-in, the walls adorned with framed photographs—some tasteful, others raw and unfiltered. Randy came back from the kitchen and handed Darren a bottle. Darren cracked open his beer, the cold bottle a stark contrast to the heat pooling in his veins. Randy patted the cushion beside him, and Darren sat, the couch sinking beneath his weight. The proximity was electric, Randy’s presence dominating the space. “So,” Randy began, his tone casual but probing, “how long have you been into barebacking?” Darren shifted, the question catching him off guard. He took a long pull from his beer, stalling for time. “A while,” he murmured, his voice husky. “It’s… I couldn't get it out of my mind. Then once I tried, it felt so good. But I know it's riskier.” Randy’s grin widened, his eyes sharp. “Riskier’s part of the point, isn’t it? The thrill of it. Skin on skin, no barriers. Just raw, unfiltered heat.” Darren’s breath hitched, the words striking a chord deep within him. He nodded, his cheeks flushing under Randy’s intense gaze. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… it’s a rush.” Randy leaned closer, his scent enveloping Darren—just shy of being ripe. “Tell me more,” he urged, his voice a low rumble. “Why do you crave it? What’s the appeal?” Darren hesitated, the beer loosening his tongue but not his inhibitions. “It’s… it’s the connection,” he said, his words tumbling out. “The intimacy. Knowing there’s nothing between you. Just… flesh. Heat. Then cum. Where it belongs.” Randy’s gaze sharpened, hungry now. “Intimacy's a powerful thing, Darren. It can make a man do things he wouldn’t otherwise. Things he’s too scared to admit he wants.” Darren’s heart pounded, the truth of Randy’s words hitting him like a punch. He drained his beer, setting the bottle on the table with a thud. Randy stood, his shorts clinging to his thighs, the outline of his cock unmistakable. “Come with me, I've set up for the shoot in the bedroom,” he said, his tone firm, brooking no argument. Darren followed, his legs heavy, his mind racing. The bedroom was bathed in the harsh glow of photo lights, the air charged with anticipation. “Strip,” Randy commanded, his voice leaving no room for refusal. Darren obeyed, his fingers trembling as he unbuttoned his shirt, then shucked off his pants. His cock stood proud, pre-come glistening at the tip. Randy’s eyes raked over him, a camera already in hand. “Pose,” he said, his voice low. “Let me see you.” Randy queued up bareback porn on a nearby screen, the flickering images of bodies fucking without barriers heightening the tension in the room. Darren’s cock twitched, his gaze torn between the screen and Randy’s intense stare. "Let's make sure you stay hard for the camera," Randy said. Darren spread his legs, his chest flushing under the lights. Randy’s camera clicked, capturing him from every angle. The sound was rhythmic, hypnotic, as Randy circled him like a predator. “Tell me more,” Randy pressed, his voice a whisper now. “What else turns you on? What else do you crave? Do you ever top? Or is that big beautiful cock just for show?” Darren’s breath quickened, his inhibitions crumbling under Randy’s relentless gaze. “I… I've tried topping a few times, but wasn't into it. I really just love being fucked, submitting to a man,” he admitted, his voice shaking. “Being seen. Being wanted.” Randy smirked, his fingers flying over the camera’s controls. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m going to capture every inch of you. Every secret. Every desire.” "Are you more of a pit man or a nip man?" Randy asked? "Sorry?" Darren replied? "Which erogenous zone turns you on more? I, for example am a nip man, as you can see by the fact my nips have been enlarged by being played with," Randy explained. "Oh, pits for me then," Darren confessed. "Right," said Randy, "lets get some good photos of your pits then, so guys know what to do with you before they fuck their raw cocks into that beautiful hole." Randy continued taking photos for about 20 minutes. “That should about do it," Randy said, "unless you want a pic of your ass taking raw cock,” Randy teased, his voice laced with challenge. “No bottom's BBRTS profile is complete without one of those. You can trust me to pull out whenever you say.” Darren hesitated, his breath coming in short gasps. He thought Randy was actually right about that. He was jealous of other bottoms showing off with such pics. “But I don’t trust myself,” he said silently to himself. Despite this better judgment, he nodded, his body betraying him. "Doggie position then" Randy instructed, moving Darren to where the lighting was best. Randy reached in his nightstand and got out some lube and a bottle of poppers. He took off his shorts, revealing the fat cock Darren had been dreaming of since their first connection and tossed the poppers to Darren. "Take a big hit," Randy told him, "I'll be able to get in quicker that way." Darren complied though he recognized this would cloud his judgment even more. Randy stepped closer, his cock thick and ready, the head glistening with pre-cum. “You sure about this?” he asked, his tone deceptively gentle. Darren’s heart hammered in his chest, his mind a whirlwind of desire and doubt. “Yeah,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. Randy didn’t hesitate, his hands gripping Darren’s hips as he lined up his cock with Darren’s hole. The first thrust was slow, deliberate, the stretch sending a jolt of pleasure through Darren’s body. Randy’s camera clicked several times, capturing the moment. “Should I pull out?” Randy teased, his hips moving more quickly now, his cock siding deeper into Darren's hole. Darren found himself unable to say anything. He should tell Randy to stop, but this felt so good. He just moaned, his head falling back, his hands clutching at the sheets. “If you don’t say the word soon Darren, I’m going to end up cumming,” Randy warned, his voice rough, his thrusts deepening. Darren’s eyes rolled back, his body trembling on the edge of release. Still, all Darren could do was moan in pleasure. Randy growled, his grip tightening on Darren’s hips as he buried himself deep, his camera flashing one last time. Darren’s breath hitched, his body convulsing as Randy’s cum filled him, hot and thick. Randy collapsed beside him, his breath ragged, his voice a whisper. “Next time,” he said, his tone laced with promise, “we’ll make that last longer.” Darren lay there, his body still trembling, the challenge hanging in the air like a shadow. He should not have let things go this far. He should go get a dose of PEP and resist doing this again. But could he trust himself?

Okay I feel like I made this update a bit soon so there will probably be a wait before we get the final chapter 5 if you guys like where this is headed that is lol. Part 4: The Bear Continued A couple hours passed and our sleeping beauty has been such a good busy boy. His hole was beyond gaped, there were used rubber found from the trash cans fucked into his hole. Guys were trying to dp the boy. I waited my turn in line to get another round of him and damn this hole was well used. I reached into the hole to slap his face to see if he showed signs of waking but looks like he was out hard. Perfect. I put a ball gag over his mouth just incase and raped a second load into him. I noticed my big dicked highly viral friend was next and just had to watch the show. The boys hole was plenty lose and destroyed but still my budy said it was squeezing him and sucking him in. I encouraged the onslaught taking videos the whole time. "Fuck give that ass up boi! Uhggggg" He shot what had to have been a massive load, it's not often a bottom can take his kind of brutal breeding. He pulled out and ibwas able to capture a stream of cum pouring from the boys hole. Just then I got a text from his husband saying he was here. I couldn't believe he actually came. "Meet me at the bar, I'll by you a drink" I wanted all of his inhibitions gone, don't want to risk him recognizing the hole for tonight's events. I went up and saw him. He was watching the screen as his husband's hole was getting raped. I didnt even bother putting away my dick, it was still semi hard from the ring and glistening with the loads from the hole I just fucked. "Hey glad you could make it, how do you like the live feed of tonight's slut hole?" "Haha glad I came, I was honestly debating on not showing but I haven't heard from the husband so I figured why not" I noticed he was trying not to look at my dick. "Well im glad you did, your gonna love this hole, but we have time lets get you a drink, what ever you want on me" I asked the bartender to get my buddy here a "Special" drink. He ordered his cocktail not knowing he was also getting a dose of G. He downed it fast. "Wow your either excited or nervous lets get you another one" "Yeah a mix of both, never done anything like this, I didnt even know this kind of bar existed I mean looks like your enjoying yourself" The bartender made him a second "special" cocktail. He sat and drank this one a little slower watching the screen again. I sat next to him and told him how good this boys hole felt, I could see him rubbing his hardening bulge. He asked how long hes been down there like that and told him just a couple hours now. I told him if he wanted he could jerk himself while he finished his drink. But he said he didnt want to waste his load on his hand and looked at me. "Well maybe you could help our bartender here, hes been busy making drinks and hasn't gotten to play yet." "What does he want to get fucked right here?" "Oh no hes all top man maybe you can kerk one out of him tho? A little thank you for his services" The G was doing its job well and after some contemplation he agreed. The bartender walked out from behind the bar dick already out leaking precum and sat on his other side. He took it firmly in his hand and started jacking him watching the screen. I told him how hot it was watching them and convinced him to get undressed. They were really getting into it, my buddy tho can get a bit aggressive and it started to show as he pulled him up and bent him over the counter, he instantly freaked telling him hes a top and doesn't get fucked. My buddy was trying to calm him down and let him know he just wanted to feel an ass and would still just jerk off. He kept rubbing across his hole lubing him up with precum making his ass slick. "This feels amazing man, you know you have a nice ass" He didnt really respond he seemed nervous but clearly aroused from the moans. My buddy said he was getting close and kept brushing his tip across the guys hole. "Fuuuckkkk here it comes, I edged for too long " He pushed forward just barely penetrating him as he started to shoot spurt after spurt of his load, the first two spurts shooting decently far into his hole before the guy moved forward making the rest shoot across his back and ass. It was fucking hot. I was wondering if I could get into that hole tonight. "Damn thanks man I needed that, here let me get you a drink on me" He made him a special jack and coke G special. Which he gladly accepted. I walked behind him, letting him know that he was covered in cum. I asked for a rag and offered to wipe him down, which he accepted. I got behind him and couldn't help but get rock hard. As I wiped his back I could feel my tip rub the insides of his Crack and it felt amazing, I told him to bend over so I could get it all. When he did I could see some of my buddy's load leaking out, fuck that was hot I couldn't wipe that away. "There we go all done, how about you finish that drink and we head down and join the fun?" He agreed and went headed down. I caught a devilish grin from my buddy as we went down. As we got down there there was alot of chanting about breeding the bitch, and how his hole will never be the same. I could tell it was turning this guy on. He was eyeballing all of the equipment down here tho he could barely see. We made our way to the maze area. He was jerking it the entire time waiting his turn. We were finally up next and he couldn't hold his excitement anymore. The second the guy ahead of us breed the boy he dove in and was ravenous on his hole. He was fucking him like he was sex starved. It was so hot to watch i couldn't help but pull out my phone and record the onslaught. He slammed in and breed him deep but wasnt done he started fucking again this time slower enjoying the feeling. I just couldn't help but notice the load leaking out of him. I had to feel it I started poking at his hole sliding my tip in bit by bit. He felt like a virgin hole. But my buddys lube was the lube we used. He ended up fucking himself onto me deep. He was moaning hard this G was clearly doing its job. So I started slamming into him deep forcing him to take it rough until I breed him deep fucking my buddys load deeper into him. Im sure hes upstairs watching and already touching himself again. "Sorry man I couldn't help myself you just looked so hot." "Its fine fuck i need to sit down" I told him thats only natural with the fuck he just had. So I walked him towards the stairs the main entry way to the dungeon was for the most part empty now so I told him to just have a seat on the bench to rest. As he sat there i massaged his shoulders and he just moaned in pleasure. I told him to lay down and I'll give him a massage as a thank you for using his hole. I can't believe he actually did. I got ontop of him, rubbing my dick in his Crack brushing across his hole lubing myself up with the loads hes leaking. It didnt take long before I heard snoring. Fuck yes it's on now. I slid into him with ease and started long dicking him working my load as deep as I could. Almost like he could sense it my buddy came down, and with a hood thank God! I told him we have a second sleeping beauty here and started fucking his hole as hard as I could to show he was completely out. But fuck it was too much and I ended up breeding him again. "Damn his hole is practically virgin, won't be for long tho." I asked my buddy to put the hood on him and help me get him strapped into the fuck bench. My buddy gladly helped with this. Once he was nice and restrained with a hood on hiding the fact that he was passed out my buddy wanted his turn in his hole. "Oh im gonna make sure he feels this in the morning, he should of just let me breed him at the bar." I thought i was raping his hole my buddy was really raping his hole. He was trying to fuck him thru the bench. There was a small crowd starting to form by us as well. "Fuck yes gonna poz this hole up deep. You stupid fucking bitch" He let out some primal grunts and shoved in so deep it thought he was going to break the bench. When he pulled out there was so much cum flowing from his hole, which was clearly damaged because there was alot of pink, you could see it even in the red light. He got off of him and emidiatly one of the guys took his place and started raping his hole. They're both going to wake up pregnant. Me and my buddy went back upstairs to watch from the monitors fuck tonight couldn't get any better. I couldn't help but wish they would wake up and beg to be freed. I want them to know they're both nothing but little poz sluts for my and any other man's load. I want them to fully submit and feel every inch of my dick as I breed them up again. Im sure my buddy will have no problem helping me with that before we let them go in the morning. I sat with my buddy and he made us a drink while we watched the onslaught on their holes. End of part 4 Hope you all like it, stay kinky 😈

I wasn't really for or against them for a long time. Then I found a comfy one recently that looks decent on me. It feels fun to wear something a bit slutty around town 😉

Were back with a third perspective, hopefully you all like it haha Part 3 The Bear A few months passed since I had that Boi gang raped. I couldn't stop watching the videos of his safe married hole being violated. I wondered if the gift took, if i successfully currupted him. I just wanted to use that hole again. Horny I hopped on sniffies, looking for a hole to slut, when I saw his profile again. Im in luck I thought. So I shot him a message. "Hey boi, it's been a while how are you holding up?" "Im sorry who are you?" Nice he doesn't recognize me, I can use that. "Oh I was the guy who helped you and your husband bring your fantasy to life." "Your the one who did that to me? Thats so fucked up. It took a month before I was able to bottom again not to mention the scare of taking so many anon loads! I can't believe you did that to me" Oh hes madder than I thought, but I'll be dammed if he thinks im not gonna get into that hole again. "Im so sorry boi, your husband told me thats what you both wanted, he said you would be there and that you wanted to try being a cumdump. If id had known I would of never done it. " "Really!? He told you that? I can't believe him. He told me he had no idea that was going to happen." "Yeah im sorry boi, thats the only reason I even knew you were there. We met at a bar and he told me what you guys were planning, that he would love for me to get there first and open you up. He even made a post with the pictures he told me to send him so you could get even more loads." "That mother fucker . . ." "Hey don't be to hard on him, it was fucked up what he did but you two were trying to try new things right? Can I make it up to you? Id love to take you out for a few drinks as an apology." "You know what, yeah id love that fuck him" I can't believe how easily he bought all that, now to start the real plan. Getting his ass breed repeatedly and making sure the gift takes. I told him to meet me at my favorite bar tonight, a seedy little spot people only go to get fucked up and fucked. I reached out to some top buddies that I have a hole for us to share and to be there. I also reached out to my buddy who's the bartender/owner there. Let him know I have a boy coming tonight that will need the G special and all night access to the dungeon. He excitedly agreed to have everything ready. Well it was time to meet him at the bar, I grabbed my supplies, my tightest leather cockring, a vial of my potent special "lube" and a couple specially prepared condoms and headed out. When I got there things were in full swing I saw signs for a special event. "Conversion party". Hell yeah my buddy really knew how to draw in a crowd. I saw a few guys that I knew and told them what I had planned, I also asked them that they put on a show in the dungeon to get him in the mood later tonight, and that id let them breed him as a reward. They were all for it. About an hour later i was sitting at the bar drinking a beer and noticed our boy of the evening walked in. He looked extremely nervous and even more fuckable. Wearing a tank top and gym shorts. I waved him over and he sat right next to me. I told him how happy I am to see him and gave him a hug, winking at the bartender as I did. I told hik his drinks were on me and he ordered a long Island, unknowingly with a shot of G. We sat and just chatted for a while, he finished his drink and ordered a new one. He was really starting to open up now, so I moved the conversation to the cruising spot situation asking how he felt about it. He told me how he wasnt expecting to do any of that, that it hurt but the poppers helped. He admitted that he looked back on it and found it hot. He just finished his second drink and said he needed to use the bathroom. So I told him id show him where it's at. We headed to the bathroom and it was clear he was pretty wasted now I helped keep him steady by putting my arm around him giving his ass a good squeeze which made him let out a moan. When we got to the bathroom we could hear someone fucking in a stall and I could tell he was curious. He walked to the far end urinal and dropped his shorts a bit so i could see half of his ass he was clearly wearing a jock strap, I went to the stall right next to him and undid my button and zipper pulling out my semi erect dick already strapped with my cock ring. We releaved our selves and I caught him staring at me. So I gave it a good shake bringing him to life getting harder. I saw his eyes getting huge, so I told him he could touch it if he wanted. He wasted no time grabbing it giving it a few strokes making me drip some precum. I slid my hand down his pants feeling his hole which made him let out a moan. I pushed his shorts down and they fell to his ankles. I told him he could give it a taste if he wanted he hesitated but after a little more probing at his hole he gave in and bent over. He quickly got to work sucking me while I fingered his hole, he didn't even notice that the guy in the stall behind him had finished up his buisness and was now watching me finger his hole, he got behind the boy and started jacking off hard. I grabbed the back of the bois head and kept forcing him deeper. Our spectator wasnt going to last long I could tell he was about to cum so I motioned him closer to the boys hole, grabbed his dick and lubed him with his own precum. With one hand I jammed the boys head balls deep I could feel his nose in my pubes. Woth my other hand I aimed the strangers dick at his hole and when I felt him tense up I pulled him into the bois hole, the second his tip touched his hole he instantly started shooting spurt after spurt directly on and in his hole. He kept pushing in but the boi snapped out of it and started to push him off. He managed to get himself off my dick and said "you gotta use a condom if you want to fuck." He didnt even realized he already took the load, the guy shrugged and walked away leaving me his load to finger in. Another guy came in but this time he noticed and stood up pulling up his shorts. He let out a laugh and told me he had no idea why he did that. I winked and told him he should see the rest of the bar. He was pretty excited about that asking what else there was. I told him it was a surprise. We headed back to the bar and I told my buddy we were gonna check out the basement dungeon. He gave me a smirk and handed me a coke for the boi. Which he downed no problem. We headed down and we could hear moaning. When we went inside there was just 1 dim red light barely giving you enough light to see, as we walked around he he saw a guy on a fuck bench and another on a swing. Both guys were getting fucked hard. He was clearly mesmerized and horny watching. I asked him if he saw anything he wanted to try. He told me he was interested in the bench but there's no way he wanted to be in the middle of the room like that. I told him there was just the thing for him. I led him to the back where there was a small maze like structure. Once we were back there you could hardly see. He was telling me how turned on he was that he didnt know there was a place like this. It was clear the G was kicking in because his speech was starting to slur. He asked if there was a spot he could lay down for a bit and I motioned him to crawl face down on this reverse gloryhole. The board was just long enough for him to lay his upper body down which slid thru a hole so all that was visible was his ass. I asked him if he was comfortable and he said yeah, that he was just gonna lay there for a second. He was out the G did its job now the fun can really start. So I stripped him of his shorts and slid them thru the hole then I strapped his ankles into the locks at the base and cuffed his hands under the board. So even if he woke up there's nowhere he could go. Then I slid into his hole with ease. He had no fight in him what so ever. I really started to rape his hole hard and loud, drawing in a crowd. Which just turned me on more I started shouting that im about to poz this hole up. That hes such a slut. There was a guy next to me jacking it hard, saying he was about to cum, so i pulled out and let him cum on my dick and his hole and fucked it all in. This sent me over the edge and I bred him deep. Then I pulled out my phone turned on the flash and recorded as I pulled out of his well used hole making sure to capture the cum running out of him. Then watched as the next guy lined up and started raping his hole. I was spent and went to head back up to get another drink and I noticed the dungeon was packed. He had twice the crowd of his first gang rape. There's no way hes leaving here neg. When I got back up the bar was pretty empty now I guess they were all on the dungeon, the barkeep put the cameras on the TV screens so anyone sitting at the bar could see the rape on his hole taking place. In just a short amount of time he was bred by at least 5 different guys. I decided there was one more thing I had to do, message his husband. So I shot him a text. "Hey just checking in on you, I feel bad about what I did to you guys but you seemed to really like fucking a well used hole. So I have a hole here that wanted to get slutted out come on over hes taking it all night. Wear a mask if you do tho it's being filmed" Then I sent the address and the video I took breeding him. I told him to just ask the bartender where the bottom is. I had another drink to recover and watched the action unfold. Its going to be a good night. i thought and headed back down to work that hole some more. End of part 3. Let me know if your still interested and if I should make a part 4. Wasn't quite sure how to end this one haha

Ken’s head is spinning. He doesn’t care that he is naked. He doesn’t care that he is on his knees. He doesn’t care that he is sucking 2 big black dicks like a no good whore. He just cares about keeping his high going. He loves every time one of these black men touch his white-boy body. The touch of his cheek, the back of his head, even the dick head on his lips. It was all making him feel amazing. Even when the big black dicks were cutting off his air supply in his throat, he loved the feeling in his throat. Every inch of his body was tingly to the touch. It did not take long for Ken to take the dick all the way down his throat with pubes on his lips. Ken learned to breath through his nose like a champ, not that he had much of a choice. Dee and Julian would trade off fucking his face with the other rubbing the body of the high white-boy of the night. They usually liked their snow bunnies to be completely smooth but Ken didn’t have much body hair. Some sprinkling of chest hair, down to a light happy trail, down to a neatly trimmed patch right above his cock. The two men hardly felt anything as they rolled their hands all over his body. Both men were rock hard standing directly above Ken. Julian grabbed Ken by the arm and dragged him back to the bathroom. He directed Ken to jump back in the shower and wash off the sweat he had accumulated on his body. He gave him a quick tutorial on how to use an enema to clean out. When Ken started to protest, Julian just said to just do it and they will make sure he stays in the clouds. Ken not wanting the parTy to end agreed and jumped into the shower. Ken had been directed to use three different enema bags in a certain order. Unknown to him, the first was a regular enema, but the second was filled with half water and half chem piss. The third was all chem piss. Ken completed his instructions and was flying high when he exited the bathroom. Dee caught the young man wobbling toward the couch. He guided him over to the bed. Once at the bed, they lay him down on his stomach and tied Ken’s hands behind his back. Julian ties the elbows to the 2 bed posts and Dee ties Ken’s ankles to the other 2 bed posts. Julian moves up to Ken’s head and positions himself so that his dick is at Ken’s mouth. He lets the head sit just inside of his mouth and enjoys the light suckling on his head. Dee gets down between the white-boy’s smooth cheeks and inserts his tongue into the virgin hole. As soon as the tongue makes contact with Ken’s hole, Ken starts to moan uncontrollably. Julian takes advantage and pushes his dick further in the mouth. It doesn’t take long for Dee to get the hole nice and wet. Dee got up and brought back the bottle of lube. He squirts a liberal amount on the virgin hole and then smothers his dick. Julian pulls his dick out and goes up to Ken’s ear. He says that this part is going to hurt, especially since he was a newby. But he followed up with if he was a good white-boy for them, they would keep him flying. They didn’t want to hurt him, they just needed to get their nut off a few times. Julian asked if he understood. Unfortunately, Ken was only able to nod his head. That was good enough for Dee. He lined up his dick and placed it at the hole entrance. He slowly rocked forward and his dick head slipped in. Ken was seeing stars and even with the drugs, he felt like he was having a pike pushed up his ass. He tried to cry out but Julian threw a rag into his mouth to gag him. Dee bellows damn this boy is tight. He pulls out and places a more lube at the hole entrance. He grabs shard and pushes it in with his dick. Again, the head slips in but with the Tina being exorbed, the hole gave way a bit. It was just enough for Dee to push in an inch or 2 into the hole. Muffled cries come from the bottom which are ignored by the men. The hole twitches and relaxes just enough time for Dee to push another 2 inches forward. Becoming impatient, Dee just placed all his body weight down on the bottom and the entire length of his dick was shoved into the hole. Ken’s cries were continued to be ignored. Dee pulls out almost entire length and then slams back down. This knocks the wind right out of Ken. Dee uses the distraction to start to long dick the white-boy. The entire fuck, Ken was wailing into his mouth bindings. Mostly cries but by the end of the round, he was starting to moan. Dee loves hearing the sounds come from his boys. They all turn him on. It takes a good 20 minutes of hard pounding for Ken to realize he could spit the wrag out of his mouth. Once he does that, the room is filling with moans. With these new moaning, Dee is thrown over the edge and shoots his thick load up into Ken. Dee collapses on the body below him and catches his breath. Dee looks over at Julian and says you're up.

Just got back from one of the hottest hookups ever! Truck driver passing through. I agreed to meet him at his truck thinking he would fuck me in his sleeper. I pull up and its a single/daycab truck! He hops out and says "come to this side", then he pulls his HUGE 9" thick bbc out and says suck it now. So I get on my knees, outside on the off ramp of the highway and start sucking his beautiful manhood 🥵. After like 5 minutes he said I want that ass. So I stood up and bent over the side of his truck, holding onto the side steps, pulled my shorts down. He wasted no time spitting on my hole and slowly working his bbc into me. I took a few big hits of poppers then felt him bottom out. He proceeded to gradually pound me harder and harder till he filled me up. Then said "I got a second load for you boy" and started slowy fucking me again till he nutted a 2nd time. All together about a 20 minute link, outside in the crisp air, at night, next to the I-74 traffic. Honestly one of my new favorite hookups! Says he comes through a few times a week and is definitely down to fill me up again 🤤

Good thing about spring weather, tradies at the park after work. I was working down by the industrial area, so did a lap of the park. Saw a lazy guy on phone, looked like the never gets out the car type. So I walked by. I found the clearing in the forest and took off my shirt and got some sun, had on my cargo shorts and work boots. After 20 minutes, no one was there so I put my shirt back on and got up to leave. There was a construction guy just walking in to the clearing. I pointed to a small out of the way trail and he went in, he looked at me with cock sucking eyes, he rubbed my cock bulge through my shorts, so I unzipped. He dropped to his knees and gave me a decent blowie for a few minutes, I got him to stand up and he was good and hard. I stroked him, then lubed his cock, I pushed down my shorts and rubbed his comfortable sized cock in my crack. He had no trouble finding the spot and started easing in. There was someone, possibly a dog walker, so we went down the trail a bit more, I lined him up again, I got down on my hands and knees, he pushed his dirty construction pants down, so he could go to work on my hole. It was fucken hot with my face down in grass and dirt. He fucked me deeper and continued to pick up speed, he started to huff and puff, so I reached back and held his ass so he wound keep his cock in, he filled my ass. He had a little mud and dirt on his knees, but that’s fine for work wear. I sat on the park bench and typed this, I can feel the wet patch of the cum that leaked out of my ass, I love that for jumping in the truck for the drive home. I am still hard. Might do another lap around the park.

Chapter 4 ——- Ant ———- I woke up late, like I always seem to do. I really should stop staying up so late playing fucking video games. But man they are so addicting. I hadn’t feel asleep till the sun came up and only got like 4 hours of sleep. Buck and I closed the store last night and managed to get all our prep for today done, so at least I didn’t have that to make up time for that along with being up late. Buck usually opened the shop since he was more of the early bird but today was his off day, I think he also had a doctors appointment. So that left it to me to get us open and going. I climbed out of bed, naked because who da fuck wears clothes to sleep? I went into my bathroom and took a fucking good piss!! I mean you could hear the stream but the bowl a block over. My dick was half hard from that good ol morning wood so I had to be careful to angle my stream right. If only I had a cute guy to feed this piss to I thought to myself as my dick got harder while still pissing. That cute new boy, what is his name??? Jacob, that’s him, I’d love to piss on his pretty face. But I could tell Buck wanted the boy, so I’d let him get first dibs. The time on my phone said it was 9:30 so I had 30 mins till I need to be at the shop. Just enough time for a quick wank in the shower. I turned it on and let it warm up as I slowly stroked my dick. I played with my curly black pubes and cupped my balls, which weren’t big but a good size. Plus they always shot gallons. I climbed in the shower and started stroking my dick. I was somewhere around 8.5 to 9 inch long and had a decent thickness. All the guys and girls seemed to love it in their holes and loved that I was uncut. I silently thanked my dad for making sure I remained intact. I pictured the hot chick I fucked and nutted in a few nights ago as I pulled my meat. The warm water raining over me. Stroking my dick harder and faster as my balls swung between my legs. I shot my massive load against the shower wall as I recalled her moaning as she was creaming on my dick as I unloaded my seed in her. Fuck I shoot a huge load, then and now. Good thing I got my boys snipped, I refuse to use condoms or pull out but I don’t need no kids. I went about my showering and shaving and oral care before getting out and drying off. My dick was still hang half hard as I stood naked in front of the shower. I just turned 35 but I still had a good fucking body. Full six pack abs, great muscle definition while not being over muscly, good arms and shoulders, and the perfect amount of hair in just the right places. I silently thanked my pops again for all the genetic blessings. I looked at my phone and saw it was 9:50 and almost lost my shit. I threw on a pair is pants, one of the shop T-shits, some socks and my work shoes. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and motorcycle helmet as I was running out the door. I guess I am going commando today I thought as I locked the front door. I bought a house next to Buck two years ago and was still in the middle of remodeling it, so with my garage full of building supplies my poor BMW R 12 had to sit outside under and overhang. It only be a few more weeks though, I was almost down with the last room, the kitchen from hell. I jumped on the bike and hit the road. Luckily it was a 5 min ride to the shop. I was pretty sure Trevor and the new kid, mmm that’s right Jacob, would be there when I got there. Sure enough as I pulled up to the parking lot Trevor was sitting against the hood of his rebuilt El Camino talking to Jacob. The kid had taken my advice. He was wearing jeans and the shops shirt along with some new slip resistant shoes. I been trying to make Buck make those shoes a requirement but no luck yet. At lease this kid had the sense to listen. I got out and looked for Jacob’s car thinking he had parked across the street on the free city lot our customers used but there were no cars there. Then I saw what had to be his bike in the bike rack. It was older but looked well maintained. Must be good exercise, but damn that’s going to suck when it rains or is cold. “Good morning boys!” I said as I took of my helmet. “Sorry I am cutting it so close, had important things to do.” ”Yea like play on your computer with some person halfway around the world till 4 am then over sleep?” Trevor said as he poked me in the side. That damn kid knew me to well. Well kid to me with him being only 24. He had worked with us for 2 years now. “Hey bro, don’t be telling my secrets to the new guy!” I said as I playfully pushed him, though not moving the pre verbally brick shit house that he was an inch. ”Good morning Jacob, you will be the nice one right? Won’t pick on poor ol Ant?” “I would never think to sir, I mean Ant.” He said while smiling at me and Trevor’s usual banter. “Thats a good boy!” I said as I brought him into a shoulder hug. I walked us to the back door and I let us in, closing and locking it behind us. “Well let’s get to opening. I will help you both get set then I am going to start on that damn paperwork since Buck is out today. But I will come out to help if we get busy.” We got to work and I made sure both boys were set up before I went to the office. Jacob really had caught on fast so I trusted him up front. Trevor was the best pizza maker of all of us, so I didn’t have to worry about him on bit. Around 11:30 we started to pick up. I had thankfully finished the paperwork and had the deposit ready. I threw it in the locked desk drawer and went to help. For the next 3 hours we were running busy, even busier than what was normal. I had been jumping back and forth from the front and back of the shop helping where I could but both of the boys really showed up and rocked it! After we calmed down around 2:30 I went up front to talk with Jacob, after I had fist bumped Trevor for his good job. We were talking when I squatted down to grab something under the counter and heard my jeans rip. The whole enchilada was hanging out, my balls and dick in the wind. I looked up to see if Jacob saw and he was looking at me like a deer in headlights. Poor kid. ——— Jacob ——— After work last night I was super excited I had got on permanently. Mom was surprising home when I got there but so was Ralph. He wasn’t going to dampen my excitement. I told her all about my new job as I started making dinner. She helped me a little as we talked. While Ralph sat in his recliner watching some dumb show and scratching himself. What a loser. His ears perked up when I started to talk about what the job paid. I knew better than to be honest about that with him around. Mom wouldn’t take advantage of me but if Ralph knew my full earning he “convince” her to up my rent or somehow get more out of me. I told the a version of the truth. I was making minimum wage (leaving out the extra $3 and hour) and that I would get a share of the tips (leaving out that it was an equal split and how the customers all seemed to be generous tippers going by today’s tips). It was already decided I’d pay $500 a month for rent and another $50 for my part of the phone. They decided I would pay half at the beginning of the month and the other half at the middle. As I put the plates on the table Ralph told me he hoped I got good tips or got paid before the first because the first $275 was due then and not a day later. I just nodded and keep my snarky response to myself about how we’d save more if he stoped wasting his money at the bars. As we ate I got another lecture about how this responsibility would be good for me and help the family as a whole. Then Ralph and Mom changed the conversation to some boring topic I tuned out. I was making my plans in my head. I’d get up early in the morning, go to a credit union I saw near the pizza shop and use part of my tips from today to open an account. Then I go to the box store not far away and use the other part to get some slip resistant shoes for work. I was pretty sure the tips wouldn’t be this good all the time so I planned to save every penny I could of what I did earn so I could possibly get out of here in a few months. It’d have to be a cheap small apartment, but I needed away from Ralph before he could try to milk me dry. I cleaned up and mom helped me put away left overs and with the dishes. It was a rare night she got to spend at home and I enjoyed talking and chatting with her as we worked. Ralph was back in his chair dozzin away with a beer in his lap. I said good night to mom and went to my bathroom to shower and get ready for bed. It took a while of watching my show to fall asleep since I was still wired for getting my job and the possibility of freedom from Ralph it gave me. I woke up to my alarm at 7:30 not realizing I had fallen asleep. I didn’t have time to jerkoff so my hard cock would have to wait. I got dressed in my work clothes and a pair of sneakers. I also grabbed a back pack I could use to carry them when I switched to my new work shoes. The process at the credit union went quicker than I thought. Jenna was the person that helped me. She was very nice and got me set with the perfect kind of account and even got me a prepaid credit card. When she heard my goal was to move out and get my own place she explained that the card would help build my credit which I would need to rent a place. She suggested I put some money on it each check then use the card to buy stuff. That way my credit would go from nonexistent to something I could use to get an apartment. Next I went to the box store and got a pair of the slip resistant shoes Ant suggested. They were a little more pricey then my normal store brand shoes I got, but they looked like good quality and I knew form yesterday I’d be on my feet pretty much all day long and running around a lot. I changed into the shoes on a bench outside the store and put the old shoes in the box and the box in my backpack. I’d also had a few snacks from home that I could eat if I got hungry. I didn’t figure they fed the staff every day like they did yesterday. I got to the pizza shop right at 9:40 but I didn’t have to be there till 10. I locked my bike up then waited. My eyes caught the logo as I stood in front of the shop. It was really cool. A red and black scorpion. The tail in position to strike. The details were intricate. It was a really cool logo. Not for the first time I wondered how they came up with the name “Scorpion Pizza”. I knew it must have something to do with Buck since Ant had called him Daddy Scorpion yesterday. But I figured if they wanted me to know they would tell me. I wasn’t going to rock the boat by peppering them with to many questions that I really didn’t need to know the answer too in order to do my job. I was pulled from my thoughts when a very cool restored El Camino pulled up in front of the shop. Trevor rolled down the window and told me to meet him beside the building in the employee parking. We greeted each other and then he explained that we came in the back door when Buck or Ant got there. We were talking about how he had restored his car when Ant came flying in on a really cool motorcycle. I wasn’t an expert or anything but it sounded and looked great. After some joking between the guys we got into the store and started our day. To my surprise Ant was leaving me up front by myself. However, I choice to see it as a vote of confidence. We got busy around the same time as yesterday and keep busy. Ant was back and forth helping us both out. I don’t know how he was able to switch from the two and able to keep so on top of everything. After it had calmed down and Ant had helped Trevor recover he came up front to talks with me. I was so proud when he told me how good of a job I had done. He said I was a natural, which made me go pink in the checks. Then I went bright red as he squatted down to get us more receipt tape and his pants ripped. His big dick and balls popped out and were hanging there. They were the same light brown color as the rest of Ant. Expect the head of his dick was a dark pinkish color. He had a bush of curly black hair above his dick. I had seen guys naked before in the shower when I swam. And guys always rough housed and play around half naked after meets. But I’d never seen one like this out in the open and swinging free. Or one that seemed to be so big while still soft. It was shocking and making me horny as fuck at the same time. Ant looked up at me and realized I was seeing all his family jewels. He gave me a lopsided smile that looked to say sorry about that and was about to say something when a voice interrupted us. “Now Ant, do you really have to show all the new guys your big dick within a week of them starting here? And up front where the customers can see? You are going to make them clutch their pearls and run away!” I looked to the door where the effeminate voice originated. A man looking it be in his early 20s stood inside the front door. He looked to be of Asian decent and had a very twinky build. He was dressed in bright pink pants and a black shirt. He had his nails painted and was carrying a red purse like bag. That’s when I noticed his shirt had our logo on it. I turned to see Ant standing up and tucking what he could of his massive cock, which I swore looked like it had grown semi hard, into his ripped jeans and covered what he couldn’t with his hands. “Now Lance you know 90% of our customers would tip extra for this show.” He laughed and Lance joined him. “Hey Jacob, I am super sorry about that. I was running late and didn’t put on underwear. I didn’t count on a crotch blow out. I really hope I didn’t offended you.” He said looking at me a with sincere and concerned look. I wasn’t about to complain about seeing a big hog like his. What gay boy would. But I wanted to keep it professional, so I replied as calmly as I could while hoping my boner wasn’t showing in my pants. “It’s no problem man. I was in sports. I have seen dick before. It was a surprise but hey it’s all good!” “It’a good to see you hired a boy with sense.” Lance said now next to us. He had come through the door and around the wall to join us by the counter. “I am Lance, I was the new guy till they hired you. Been here almost a year. If you need anything just let me know. Here give me your phone and I will add you on my insta.” I could tell Lance was 100% himself and unique. I was pretty sure he was a wild soul, but also someone that once they were your friend they were for life. I handed him my phone unlocked and with the app open. “Nice to meet you. My name is Jacob. It’s my second day. I appricate all the help I can get!” “The kid is a natural, he has picked up the front end better than you have at a year Lance.” Ant teased Lance and shoulder bumped him, keeping his hands over his ripped jeans. Though one of his balls had fell out and he didn’t seem to notice. “Well then it is a good thing I am the kitchen bitch. I know you think Trev is king back there but I am the true Queen around this kitchen!” Lance proclaimed. ”Now wait one damn minute there Lancy, you wouldn’t beat me at making pizzas if I had one arm tied behind my back.” Trevor said as he walked around the warming shelves to join us. “I can make pizza better and faster than anyone here besides Buck.” He stated then busted out laughing when he looked at Ant and saw his predicament. “Dude showing brain to the new kid on day 2? Damn Ant! Also your right ball is still sticking out!” Trevor said failing to hold back his laughter. “You and your kitchen queen can both shove it. I can’t help my pants ripped. I am going to go see if Buck has any pants or shorts in the office. Lance help restock the pizza stations then Trevor you go on break. Jacob hold down the fort up here of a bit.” Ant said regaining command of the room and calming the laughing fits all three of us were having. When he came back up front Ant had a pair of very short black shorts on. They didn’t leave much to the imagination. I could see the outline if his dick as he walked. “We have Lance and Trevor through dinner rush then Trevor is going home. Kenny, our other employee, will be here at 4:45 to work the close with Lance. I am going to leave it up to you. You can stay through the dinner rush and help Kenny up here or go home when he gets here. Which would you like to do?” “If it’s ok with you I’d like to stay through dinner. I mean if the other guys don’t mind. I mean I need the hours.” I told him honestly. “Yea that’s fine. We will be busy tonight so the labor won’t hurt us and the boys won’t care. I think Buck finished the schedule for next week for me to double check and post tonight so you will have that to go by soon. But since we still have a few days this week we will just play your time by ear. You can stay till after the dinner rush, then tomorrow you can come in at 11:45 to help with the lunch rush.” I told him that was prefect and thanked him for the hours. He said that he was going back and to do inventory for a bit and that Lance and I could handle it for a while but if they got busy Lance would get him. As he turned and walked away I couldn’t help but stare at his ass. It was so nice!! I snapped out of it and got back to work. I got the counter area straightened up, helped a customer then went back to the kitchen to work on folding pizza boxes where I got to chat with Lance some more. To my surprise another pizza was made for the workers to share. —— Ant—— I left Jacob up front and Trevor was pulling out a large pizza he had made for us all to share. Lance had taken over the pizza station. With everything in hand I need to relieve some horniess I had since that sexy boy Jacob has ogled my dick earlier. I have a huge exhibition and voyeurism kink and him staring at my dick had started making me hard. I went to the stairs by the back door and walked down to the basement. The door at the bottom was locked, which I opened with the keypad. We didn’t use the basement for any work stuff. It was just cinder block and concrete floors. There was also a small 2 piece bath down there. I turned on the light and they glowed red. The king bed was up against one wall. There was a watch chair catty corner to the bed. A table and small dorm fridge sat against another wall. The wall opposite the bed had a tv mounted on it that turned on with the lights. Within a minute or two the porn last was playing started to play again. I stripped out of my clothes and climbed on the bed. The sheets were clean, we had a rule whoever uses it last puts fresh sheet on after they are done. I started to stroke my dick to its full hardness as I watched the porn. Some twink boy taking a daddy dick and the top had a bio hazzard tat. I didn’t want to be pozzed but I loved watching that shit! Hearing them beg for it. I was startled when the door to the basement opened and closed. Trevor walked to the bed from the door stripping his clothes off as he walked. Only Buck, Jayden, Trevor, and I knew this room was down here and had the code. Kenny and Lance, though true scorpion boys, haven’t been initiated down here yet. Trevor had his dom look on. He was the always easy going, jokester, gentle giant (by muscle not height) guy. But when he fucked he was a dom top. The only person that had topped him was Buck. He lifted me to my knees putting us face to face. He took my face in one hand as he wrapped his other around me in a tight squeeze. Then he kissed me, hard! We made out as his hands roamed my body. He started to finger my hole as he continued to make out with me. Stoping to put his fingers in my mouth so he had lube to continue fingering my hole. He pushed my head down till I was face to face with his fat dick and angry purple mushroom head. He was only about 6.5 inches long but had one of the thickest dicks I had ever seen. He had a tuffed of bright red hair above his crotch. His body was rock solid and built. He had been competing in natural body building since high school. The man had more muscles than anyone else I knew. As I took him in my mouth, struggling to open wide enough for his girth, I saw the matching scorpion tattoo that all the scorpions had. His was on inside his left hip joint, right in his lower V line wear the posing speedo would cover it. I was already hard but seeing that made my uncut dick start to leak. He gave me very little time to adjust before he started to throat fuck me. He put his meaty hand behind my head and force fucked my throat. Making me take every inch. While he continued to reach behind me and finger my hole. “Fuck yes slut, choke on that fat poz dick! Little neg slut is gonna get my toxic seed! We are going to test you prep slut!” That made me moan around his dick as mine continued to leak. He slapped my ass hard definitely leaving a hand print on my asscheek. Then he did it again and again. The pain turned to pleasure and I continued to moan. “Ok slut it time this poz dick gets in that fucking neg hole!” He said as he pulled me off his now spit covered dick and picked me up and threw me in my back. He pulled my legs over his shoulder as he lined his fat poz spit covered dick up with my hole. That big purple mushroom head dripping charged precum onto my neg hole. Trevor spit on his dick head and my hole then shoved it in to the pubes in one go. I cried out in pain and pleasure. It was a good thing the basement was sound proof. He had me moaning and begging for his dick as he pounded my hole. I was typically a vers top when I fucked with guys, but since the first time I meet Trevor I knew he was meant to drill my hole. And he has often since he joined the shop. I was the first person he bred after he got his positive test result and I have taken hundreds of his charged loads since. ”Damn that hole was needing this slut. It was too tight. You haven’t taken my poz monster in a while. That’s too long slut!!! I am going to dump a huge toxic load in that neg ass!! I hope you prep works slut” His dirty talk and dominate fucking made me shoot hands free. Spurt after spurt of cum covered me and the bed. I shot an even bigger load than the one I had in the shower this morning. “Damn right slut, cum from my massive poz hog! Fuck that hole is so tight!! Fuck I am gonna nut in you!! Fucking take my goddamn poz babies!” Trevor roared as he buried his fat poz dick balls deep in my neg hole filling it with is tainted cum. He collapsed on top of me where he started to make out with me. After we had regained our composure, we cuddled naked together in the bed. He was great at aftercare. We changed the sheets and got dressed. Before we went back up stairs I had to drop most his load in the toilet. I couldn’t have them leak out without underwear in the middle of the dinner rush. We got upstairs just as Trevor’s break time was ending. He went up to the kitchen and started working at the second pizza as he ate a slice of the sausage pizza he had made. I took a slice of it and went to actually do some inventory as I need to get a supply order in eating the pizza as I worked. Kenny had come in while I was getting the order together. Between the 4 boys I didn’t need to help with the rush. It was very busy but they handled it no problem. They worked together like a well oiled team. I would have just gotten in the way. I ran the deposit to the bank for after hours drop and then got back to the store as the rush was ending. I posted the schedule for the next week. I had already split the lunch cash tips so when I got down with the schedule I split up the dinner cash tips and gave Jacob and Trevor their share then had them clock out and go home. The enthusiasm that Jacob showed even after a full, and very busy, shift was refreshing. He beamed at the money I gave him like it was a million dollars when really it was only around $250. He again took the time to say good bye to everyone. I really believed he was going to fit in here well. I overheard Trevor offer to take Jacob home in his car. It was raining and his bed could carry Jacob’s bike. It made me happy to see the boys bonding. I checked with Lance and Kenny to confirm they were good for the night and made sure they had the prep list. I told them to call me if there were any issues. I let them know Buck had texted me that would be in at 10:45 to lock up and help close down. He’d get their tip shares to them before they all left tonight and lock up the shop money in the safe before locking up the shop. I said my goodbyes to them and headed home. Luckily the rain was light. I got to my place and parked my bike. I made my way into the house to eat some leftovers from the night before. I got on my computer and fired up my game. I sat in my gaming chair with a towel under me to catch Trevor’s poz babies that were leaking from my hole as I played. I had to tap out and go to bed at 2 am, which was way early for me, but I was exhausted. I passed out wondering how long it’d be before our new boy Jacob would have Buck’s poz babies leaking from his tight boy hole! ——————— I think this chapter turned out pretty hot if I do say so myself, haha. I hope you all really enjoy it. Thank you all for the positive feedback!!! Next chapter will come soon.

I'm a sissy, and dress the part. I have short skirts and dresses, many different stockings, silky tops, nice wigs...you get the idea. I also wear a chastity cage for two reasons. First, it lets a man know he's in charge, and second, it keeps me from getting hard. Before I started wearing a cage, I would get hard, and even though I wanted to be the bottom, a hookup would play with my cock and make me cum. Why was that not desirable? Let's say I'd have post nut clarity, fully realize I was having sex with a man, and I'd be done. Ready to leave, or kick my partner out immediately. The mood would be over for me. My cock safely locked up makes me the bottom I want to be. I never had a steady partner. I would hook up through "dating" sites or classifieds, preferring to travel, and occasionally host. When traveling, I'd have my sexy girl clothes under something baggy, so I'd be reasonably discreet. I'd put my cage on and usually not bring the key. Sometimes I'd link with the same person more than once, but as I said, never a steady partner. One Friday night, a man named Leo hits me up on chat. I've been with him a couple of times over the past year or so. Nice full cock, but not too big. Taller with a chubby build. I try not to criticize anyone for their hobbies, but Leo was a bit of a drinker. Sometimes his chats would start to get incoherent, then stop. He'd later explain he was drinking. This night, his texts were staying cool, so my chances of going over were good. He's looking at my profile tags and asking questions. Leo: It says here you like groups? Me: Ive only been with 2 men at once, one time. Would love to do it again (lol) Leo: and bondage? Me: yeah, nothing crazy, just like handcuffs. Light bondage stuff Leo: I know you like it when I smack your ass, you like it rough, right bitch? Me: Yes daddy Leo: I'm gonna rape you tonight Me: Damn, I've always fantasized about being raped..... Leo: Get your fat ass over here bitch Me: yes sir, be there in 30 I clean out and dress up in a PVC mini-dress, fishnet stockings, lacy panties, and of course, my cage with it’s little padlock locked. I was not taking the key. I put some sweat pants and a loose jacket on and was at Leo’s in 30 minutes. He opens the door and invites me in. I quickly shed the jacket and pants. He’s all over me, feeling my ass, kissing the back of my neck while he leads me to the bedroom. I can tell he’s been drinking a little, but not really drunk. He pulls my hands behind me and clicks on some handcuffs. Before I can argue, he’s kissing me, shoving his tongue down my throat. I can taste the tequila he’s been drinking. This big, alpha black man has complete control of my sissy white ass. He pulls down his shorts revealing his massive black cock, and forces me on my knees to admire it. To kiss it. To open my throat and accept this manhood. Leo pulls away and grabs the bottle of tequila on his dresser and takes a big, long drink from it. He returns facing me and gets on his knees, and pulls down my panties. Leo: Where’s the key? Me: At home, sir Leo: Wait here, I can’t rape you in this cage thing. He gets up and leaves the room. He comes back with a large pair of wire cutters and proceeds to cut the padlock off of my chastity cage. He starts stroking my little cock, getting it as hard as I can get. He goes and takes another big drink of tequila. Me: Hey, I’m really not looking... Leo: Shut your sissy faggot mouth! Said I’m gonna rape you! Leo gets on his knees and takes my cock in his mouth. He starts sucking quickly and with vigor. He stops for a moment. Leo: Don’t you dare cum in my mouth, I ain’t no faggot. Me: Yes sir. He gets me so close in no time by sucking. Me: Oh god, I’m gonna cum! Leo: Don’t you dare! He puts his lips back on my cock and I explode! While I’m still cumming he stands up and slaps me across the face. I fall back on the bed and the handcuffs click a few notches tighter, digging into my wrists. Me: Ok, that was fun. You need to uncuff me, I’m done. Leo: Sure, lemme put that metal thing back on ya dick. Leo’s definitely drunk now. His speech is slow and slurred. He’s not gentle putting the cage back on and gets my skin pinched a couple times. He has a wire tie to lock the cage back on. I now am feeling a little ridiculous with this cage on, in a mini-dress, handcuffed tightly. Me: Cool, thanks. Can you uncuff me so I can go home? He smacks me across my face again. Leo: I ain’t started raping you yet! Now you’re not willing an wanna leave. Now it’s the rape you wanted bitch. He smacks me again, and I start to cry. He flips me on my belly and spreads my legs. He restrains them to the corners of the bed with some straps. He pulls my ass up and I think he’s going to fuck me raw against my will, but he’s gone soft. He comes around and positions himself so he can lay down and makes me suck his dick, and while I’m doing just that on his mostly soft cock, he falls asleep. I stop sucking. The handcuffs are really starting to dig in and hurt. I work myself down the bed and try to undo the straps around my ankles. That’s when I hear the front door shut. I start to panic. Unknown voice: Leo! Where are you at? Got our money? Three (or maybe four) men come in the bedroom and start laughing at Leo passed out and me helplessly restrained dressed up as a sissy in the bed. They start looking around the room for money. Me: Hey guys, can you let me up? I was just here for a little fun before he passed out. I can help look for the money. Unknown man: Listen fag. We’re not gay, but if we can’t find the money, we’re going to each take a turn fucking you to teach Leo a lesson. Do you like being his girlfriend now bitch? I was speechless and helpless. I lost track of how many cocks slammed my ass. My wrists were bleeding from the cuffs. None of the men bothered with a condom. After they all were done they left me restrained to the bed and handcuffed. I was trying to undo the straps when Leo woke up. Leo: Where the fuck you think you’re going? I’m going to rape your ass now bitch. After I cum, I’ll let you go. Joe and the gang will be over for some cash I owe them. You don’t want to cross them, those nasty fags all are POZ and try to trick anyone they can into taking their dirty seed...

It is time for me to share more about Spencer, the hot 22-year-old ginger adult bookstore clerk/stud who looks like a surfer lifeguard: As I have said before and will say it again, Spencer is a brilliant kinky bastard to whom I owe a great debt of gratitude. After that first time, when Spencer coordinated having a homeless guy named Charlie fuck me full of cum so I could feed his and Spencer’s loads to my husband, I have been going to the bookstore early every Sunday morning before my husband gets home from work. I try to get as many guys as possible to nut in my ass at the bookstore, so I can feed it to my unsuspecting hubby. I also pick up a bottle of “lube” each Sunday, which Spenser has filled with random strangers’ cum…loads and loads of cum from used condoms that Spencer collects for me throughout the week when he cleans the video booths. Spencer pours each load into an empty lube bottle for me and keeps it frozen at the bookstore until I pick it up. He always tells me how many loads he as poured into the bottle and any known details about the sperm donors. The lube bottle Spencer uses is a brand that markets their lube as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. Little does my oblivious husband know it’s real cum that he’s eating. But as I have said before and I will say it again: My husband as a lot of book-smarts but absolutely no fucking common sense. The first time Spencer loaded me up with a full bottle man juice for my husband, he gave me his cell phone number so I could send him videos of my husband eating the random strangers’ loads out of my ass in the comfort of our own home. Spencer and I subsequently began texting frequently during the week. I texted Spencer last Monday night, telling him “Houston, we have a problem.” It seemed the more random man juice I feed my husband out of my ass, the more he craves. It's like we are feeding an addiction. My husband still thinks it is the cum-tasting lube and it is just a matter of going to the bookstore to buy more. The fact that my husband’s demand for cum outweighs the current supply was problematic last Monday, especially when I could not get out of the house to get fresh loads and it was Spencer’s night off and there was no cum to be had. What if my husband bought the legitimate lube to eat out of my ass and he realized it was not what he’d been eating?! We had to avoid a potential cum crisis at all cost. Just as I started to panic, Spencer texted me back with a fucking ingenious idea: He said “Fill the empty lube bottle with your nut every time you jerk off thinking about feeding your husband all those random loads of cum. Start feeding your husband your loads too!” What a fucking brilliant idea!!! On Friday I syringed nine loads of my fucking jizz up my ass and fed every drop to my cum-addicted husband! I woke up early Sunday morning and texted Spencer to let him know I would see him at the adult bookstore soon. He texted me back saying, “I have a plan that you are going to fucking love. Do not come to the bookstore this morning. Text your husband, telling him you look forward to your sexy time together after work and ask him to stop by the bookstore before he heads home to buy more lube. Don’t worry…I got it covered, and I will do the rest.” I knew Spencer had my back, so I texted my husband as instructed, asking him to buy more lube on his way home. I told him I called the local adult bookstore to confirm they had the lube in stock and reminded of him of the brand. I casually mentioned that I was sure the clerk working at the bookstore could help him with the lube if needed, and then I fell back to sleep. I woke up to the sound of my husband in our bedroom. He was making more noise than normal and in my disoriented state, I saw him set something down on the floor on his side of the bed. I looked at the clock, and it was a little after 9am. This was later than normal for my husband to get home from work, since his work shift ends at 6am, but he admitted his replacement at the hospital arrived late. Me: “Did you have a chance to buy more lube?” Hubby: “Yes. I had a difficult time finding it but the guy working there was very helpful. I bought one bottle, and he gave me a second bottle for free because he said it was very close to the expiration date. Me: “That was nice of him!” Hubby: “I also bought you something…” Me: “What?!” Hubby: “Well, as I was paying for the lube, the guy at the counter asked me if I was dating anyone. When I told him about you, he suggested I buy you a present. He was definitely trying to up-sell. Me: “So what did you buy me?!” Hubby: “Well the guy asked why you liked sexually so he could help me pick out the perfect gift and I told him you liked me to eat your butt.” Me: “Wow, Daniel! You shared that with the bookstore clerk?!" Hubby: “Well he was determined to help me find the perfect gift for you…” At that point, my husband picked up a box from the floor on his side of the bed. A box with a photo of a rim chair on it!!! Me: “OMG, Daniel!!! It’s a rim chair!!! For me?!!! THANK YOU!!! "FUCK ME!" I thought to myself, so fucking excited as my husband had a shy smirk on his face, pleased that he's made me so happy. And how fucking brilliant of Spencer to get my husband to buy me a fucking rim chair?!!! I told my husband I wanted to try the rim chair right away and headed to the shower to get my hole ready. I grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand on the way, and as soon as I closed the bathroom door, I texted Spencer: “YOU SOLD MY HUSBAND A FUCKING RIM CHAIR!!! BEST GIFT EVER!!! TY!!!” “No problem! It took some convincing and some advanced sales skills, but he realized how much you would enjoy it. I think he’s looking forward to lying underneath it and eating your ass too! He also bought our special lube. I assume you are getting ready to try out the rim chair. Once you are seated on in and he starts eating your ass, text me again. Oh, and wear your ear buds while he’s rimming you…I have something for you to watch.” I sat my phone down and got my hole ready. When I came back into the bedroom, my husband was lying naked on his side of the bed. I put my ear buds in and walked over to my closet to grab a pair of socks: Hubby: “Oh, I almost forgot…I also bought you these.” He handed me a pair of white calf-length athletic socks with “Eat My Ass!” embroidered on both sides of both socks in black thread. Me: “Those are fucking hot! Thank you! I put the socks on my feet and pulled on my running shoes. Me: “So where is this rim chair and how do we use it?” Hubby: “Before we do that, get on your hands and knees on the bed. I want to squirt some of this lube up your hole.” Me: “You really like the taste of that lube, don’t you? Did you admit to the helpful counter guy that you like the taste of the lube?” Hubby: “When I was paying for it, he asked me if I liked the taste, so yeah, I told him I did. Oh, we should use to bottle of lube that is set to. expire soon so it doesn’t go bad. Here…Open the bottle of lube up for me while I grab something.” He tossed the bottle of lube to me, and I twisted the top off and there was a round foam bottle seal covering the top. “WTF,” I thought to myself. When I picked up the bottles of lube that Spencer put together for me, they were not sealed because there were empty when Spencer filled them with cum. I carefully removed the seal and smelled the open bottle. It definitely smelled like real cum, but was it? If so, how did Spencer get the bottle sealed after he filled the bottle with cum? I made a mental note to ask him. I handed the now opened but re-capped bottle of lube to my husband, but he started unscrewing the cap. My eyes went wide in surprise when I saw him sticking the tip of a syringe in the bottle sucking all the lube out of it. My husband noticed my surprise… Hubby: “Oh, Spenser gave me this syringe. He said it’s the best way to insert lube up a guy’s hole.” As I got on my hands and knees on the bed, it was not lost on me that my husband had just used Spenser’s name when mentioning the syringe. He was now using that syringe to unknowingly push random loads of strangers’ cum into my hole so he could unknowingly eat them out. Hubby: “Ok, I think you are ready. Stand up.” I stood up as my husband moved away from the bed. He got down on the floor and laid on his back, lying his head on a little leather pillow that must have come with the chair. The rim chair itself was now next to his head and picked it up and positioned it directly over his head. He then told me to spread my cheeks and to take seat. I followed my husband’s instructions, although unbeknownst to him, I was well-versed with using a rim chair. Once I was seated on the chair, I noticed the empty lube bottle…he had syringed the entire bottle of cum inside of me. As my husband started lapping my hole, I texted Spencer… Me: “Hey Spence! Thank you for being such a great salesman! My husband is now underneath the rim chair eating cum out of my ass. BTW: The bottle we used is the one that expires soon. It was sealed. Is it cum or is it really lube? The bottles of cum you have given me have never been sealed before.” Spencer: “Oh, it is definitely cum! I actually bought some round bottle seals so he would not become suspicious. The unopened bottle has 27 loads of cum I collected throughout the week when I cleaned the video booths. The loads in the bottle you are using now are not from bookstore customers though.” Me: "Where are they from and who’s cum is it?!!!" Spencer: "You really wanna know?!” Me: “Fuck yeah! Stop teasing me! You know who’s cum it is?! Who’s cum is it?!!!” Spencer: “Charlie stopped by earlier.” Me: “It’s Charlie’s cum?” (Charlie was the homeless guy who has fucked me full of fresh cum before.) Spencer: “Yes. Your husband is now eating Charlie’s cum out of your ass, but it's not only Charlie's cum he's eating!" Me: “Fuck, Spence, who else’s cum is my husband eating?!!!” Spencer: “Well Charlie stopped by about an hour before your hubby arrived. He had 15 used condoms with him. 15 condoms that I provided him brand new and free of charge yesterday to hand out to the guys at the homeless shelter. Right now, your fucking husband is eating the cum of 15 local homeless men! It's fucking crazy how much cum they shot into those condoms!" Me: “Oh my fucking God!!!” I yelled, realizing I yelled out loud rather than in a text to Spencer. I froze, momentarily panicked, but then realized my husband thought I yelled because he was eating my ass. Me: “Oh my fucking God!!!” I texted to Spencer. Spencer: “But that’s not all!” Me: “What the fuck, Spencer! What do you mean?!!!” Spencer did not immediately respond back, but a couple of minutes later as I am moaning loudly, enjoying my husband French kissing my pucker hole, I receive a link to a video uploaded to an on-line platform where guys post kinky content and other horny men subscribe to watch. I click to play the video and the initial images are dark and hard to make out. It is clear the person holding the camera was walking and then a door comes into view. It is the front door of the adult bookstore where Spencer works, a door with a sign on it that says, “Closed for cleaning!” I see a hand reach out and grab the door handle. The door opens despite the closed sign, and the camera man and I, as the viewer, walk into the adult bookstore together. The camera quickly scans the bookstore and I see the familiar merchandise in the distance, along with the front counter with no one behind it. The camera man turns to the right and as he walks through the doorway to video booth area, I hear gay porn. I also hear someone moaning real time. Once we enter the video booth area, the camera focuses on the wide hallway that has booths directly across from one another. There in the center of the wide-open hallway for all to see is Spencer. He is naked except for white calf-length athletic socks and black high-tops. The socks, that have “Eat My Ass!” embroidered on the sides of them, accentuate his amazing legs covered with curly ginger hair, as well as his athletic calves. His magnificent chest, arms, and body are on full display for the camera. As the camera pans down slightly, anyone watching, including me now watching in replay mode, can clearly see Spencer is stilling on a rim chair. FUCK ME! It’s the same fucking rim chair I am currently sitting on, while my husband eats random homeless strangers’ loads out of my ass! The camera shifts down further, and Spencer is clearly getting his ass eaten in the video. Based on the gobbling sounds, I am confident Spencer is getting loads eaten out of his ass, and by the looks of it, he’s feeding them to my fucking husband who is lying on the floor wearing the same work clothes he stripped out of while I was in the shower! The camera gets closer, and Spencer moans as his eyes roll back in his head, making him even more sexy if that is humanly possible. He then suddenly realizes the camera is on him, so he shifts into “on-air” mode and makes direct eye contact with the camera… “Hey guys! Welcome to my live stream from an adult bookstore near you! Today I am doing a full-on “anal-oral review” of the “Snack Stool,” a simple but effective rim chair for guys like me who like to offer up some premium pound cake for hungry guys to eat and enjoy, like my good buddy Danny here. The “Snack Stool” comes with a soft and pliable ‘tush cush’ that provides long-term comfort with no lower back pain. It ensures your crack snacker can play “Tongue in the Bum,” also known as “Bung Tonguing” or “Bum Snogging” on the other side of the pond. The “Snack Stool” guarantees your fart-box hours of enjoyment while you feel like you are in hog heaven the entire time. The “Snack Stool also comes with this leather pillow that keeps your butt muncher comfortable while he enjoys some derriere dining and some rear-end delight. It comes with two different lengths of metal legs to ensure your rump ranger is well positioned to fully enjoy his all-you-can-eat booty buffet. Right now, this felch-belcher is savoring a 12-course booty brunch, courtesy of the “Snack Stool” and my tender, man-juice marinaded, and melt-in-your mouth premium grade-A rump roast! This baby bird banana juice butt feeding was made possible by contributions from 12 viewers like you. Thank you! And a big “Thank you” to the manufacturers of the “Snack stool.” It is definitely worth the money, and I give it two huge thumbs up!!!" (Spencer gives his audience his million-dollar smile and holds both thumbs up for the camera, looking sexy as fucking hell.) "And finally: A huge thank you to Danny, my cheating French kissing butt licker…And to think you kiss your husband with that mouth?! In all seriousness guys, Danny is a good ass licker but as you know, practice makes perfect. If any of you live in the Pacific NW and wanna help make Danny the CEO of Ass Eating, hit me up and I will see if I can convince him to help you out like he did me this morning. But alas, Danny has totally and thoroughly cleaned me out. Cleaning time is over and it’s time for me to get back to work…See you next time guys!!!" (Spencer smiles and literally winks at his followers before the video ends.) As the video ends and I feel overwhelmed. My clueless husband is French kissing my pucker hole with no hesitation, making it feel so fucking fantastic. My vanilla husband is no longer vanilla and is a now a sneaky cheater like me, thanks to Spencer helping turn him to the dark side. Speak of the devil, I receive a new text from Spencer. “Hey Jimmy!” Still feeding Danny all that homeless man chowder? You often hear about 'Feeding the homeless.' Well now the homeless are fucking feeding your hubby! LOL". My fucking cock throbs in response to Spencer’s text, as I push a steady stream of homeless man chowder into my husband’s mouth. “We are going to get a lot of use out of that fuckin rim chair, Jimmy! It’s where your husband belongs. By the way, the 2nd bottle of lube is filled with 10 loads of my sweet nectar. I was going to feed him that bottle when he came by this morning, but decided to save that bottle for you, since I know you love having my cum up your ass! This is an excellent partnership, Jimmy, and you feeding my jizz to your hubby is so fucking hot! I, meanwhile, loved feeding your hubby the 12 random loads from used condoms. I now know first-hand why feeding your hubby random loads of strangers' cum without him knowing turns you on so much!" "You probably heard me call your hubby a 'felch belcher' in my video. I knew he had no clue what that means but that my audience will fully understand. The stupid fuck really thought he was eating cum-tasting lube out of my fucking ass! He's definitely not the brightest tool in the shed!" “Some other good news, Jimmy! The livestream of your husband being my personal wad gobbler is very popular. Between the livestream and the replays, I have gotten some good tips. It’s so fucking hot that your hubby is making me a butt-load by eating loads out of my fucking butt! LOL!” “That’s not all! I have already gotten some private messages and fan feedback to my video. There are several local guys in the area who want to offer their assholes up so they can help Danny become 'the CEO of Ass Eating!' When I privately shared the plan of local guys feeding your husband random loads of cum from any men willing to shoot up their assholes, they confirmed they are all in! I’m starting to organize a strategy for that, but I think there are going to be many mornings when your husband is going to ‘work extra hours’ at his new side job.” “I’m starting to get a steady stream of customers here so I’ve got to get back to work, but I will be in touch soon about next steps in our Master Plan!!! Bye for now, Jimmy!" I set my phone down and started stroking my cock like my fucking life depended on it. I thought of my husband’s future fate and there was no holding back. I pushed out my pucker hole hard, dumping the remainder of the homeless guys' man chowder into his hungry mouth as I started to convulse, shooting one of the biggest loads of my fucking life!...And Spencer is absofuckinglutely right...I am in hog fucking heaven!!! …To Be Continued…

Had a Top put his load in my Anon ass just 5 minutes ago. I've had him over before and our SOP is I am ass up with a blanket over my head and he does his thing and then leaves. No idea what he looks like, who he is or anything other than a blank Sniffies profile.

Chapter 2 - Buck It was just after midnight as I locked the door. It had been a good night and bad night. It had been Jayden’s last shift with us. He graduated a few weeks ago and was now moving across the country for his new job. It had been a busy night. All night long the regulars that made up the bulk of our sales came in to get a pie and say goodbye to him. He was loved by staff and customers alike. He was the first person I hired, besides my best friend and the shops second in charge Anthony. We had only been open a few months when we realized we needed more help. Jayden lived a few blocks away and saw our sign for help and applied. He was a great hire. Hard worker, smart, resourceful and great with guest. He could work all the areas in the shop but he was best suited for and normally worked the counter. He was an expert at customer service. Him being a cute flirty twink definitely helped. I climbed into my old reliable truck that I have had forever. I thought back to when the shop started and what inspired me to change my life and open my pizza shop. I had been a professional chef, went to school, spent a summer in France working at a prestigious restaurant, all that stuff. At 30 I had worked my way up to sous chef at one of the most elite restaurants in the city. Me and my fiancé, Chad, had just celebrated 10 years together. He was a successful realtor. We lived in a beautiful townhouse in one of the best parts of the city. That all changed when I got a cold I couldn’t seem to kick. It was summer so it was unusually for me to be sick. I rarely even got sick in the flu months. I made an appointment and went to my doctor who did some tests, but we also decided to do my regular STI check since I was getting other labs done. Considering Chad and I were monogamous and had been our whole relationship it seemed like over kill to test every year for STIs. Luckily my doctor had always insisted. He gave me some meds to help with my cold and sent me home. He called the next day and asked me to come back to the office. I didn’t know why but I soon found out. Well lo and behold I tested positive for HIV. I was shocked, I asked him to test again, but he said he had run the test twice to be sure and I definitely had it. He told me to go home for a few days, rest, stay home from work, and then we could meet again in a couple weeks to go over the options. When Chad got home that night I had all the evidence I needed to comfort him. The texts on his tablet linked from his phone, the pictures and videos he had tried to hide in a hidden folder, the website history to the hookup sites he’d been using. Chad confirmed it all. He told me he known for a few months he’d been poz. A hookup lied to him and gave it to him. He figured it wasn’t a big deal since I always topped I pointed out that on our anniversary he had bred me. I demanded to know if he stopped to think about the chance of infecting me before he fucked me that night. Again, he blew it off saying he thought it be low risk since it was just once. Well that led to even more fighting and yelling. In the end we split. I went to my parent’s house. I told them partial truth, Chad had cheated and we broke up. Over the next few weeks Chad and I came to an understanding. He’d buy me out of the town house (at a premium), we’d split up our stuff with me getting anything I wanted, and then never talk to each other or our to the others families again. We had a strict no tell agreement for both us on our status to families and friends. Part of the deal and why I got the lions share of our assets was because I agreed that if by chance my family found out I was poz, I’d agreed not to name him as the culprit. In those weeks we figured all that out I had also decided to leave the high pressure world of the elite restaurant game. I was sick of living life in a kitchen bending to others demands. My head chef was a tyrant. Most I had worked for were. I decided life was to short. I went back to my doctor 3 weeks after I’d tested hiv positive. We talked about it. He was only 5 years older than me but I had known him forever as our family were friends. He actually surprised me when he admitted he was positive too. He had not told his family about his status and assured me mine didn’t have to know. He also told me he had been a chaser. That there were lots of guys out there that wanted the “gift” he called it. He went over the normal treatment plan for those with hiv but he also told me how we could keep me off the antivirals. We’d just need keep an eye on my blood work and when it got to a point I needed it we could put me on meds. I was confused and curious. He sent me home and told me to think about it. When I got home he had sent me a ton of links to different poz websites. He also sent a ton of poz porn links. After a few hours I was hooked on it. It flipped a switch in my mind. The idea of being a part of someone forever. Changing their dna and life. It made me hard and I shoot gallons that night thinking of doing it! The next morning I meet my realtor, who didn’t know Chad thankful, and toured a red brick building in a working class part of the city. I wanted to open a very basic pizza shop. Serve good quality pizza at a decent price and make sure we had excellent customer service. I loved the building. It was a perfect fit for what I needed. Just the right size. No other pizza shops were near by. There was a free city parking lot across the street for those coming to carry out. It was just what I needed. I made an offer and a few days later we closed and signed on the line. I paid all cash, thanks to the money Chad paid me for the town house. I came up with the name for the pizza shop by chance. One day as my tattoo artist was inking my right peck with the red scorpion tattoo I had decided to get it hit me. I’d call it Scorpion Pizza and the tat I was wearing would be the store logo. After I left the tattoo shop I went and meet Ant (Anthony) at his place and told him about my idea. He had already agreed to help me remodel and then run the pizza shop. He was my best friend since childhood. He was the only person close to me I told about being poz. He was cool with it and even cool with the gifting side. He was bi, but we never fooled around. Just weren’t each other’s types. He was on prep but admitted the poz idea was hot. He was completely behind the name and the scorpion logo. He even joked about the laughs we’d have every time we looked at the logo at work knowing the true meaning. The renovation and set up didn’t take long. We were open and going in no time. We had basic menu with 10 speciality pizzas and a creat your own pizza as option number 11. We only had 3 sizes of pizza (small, medium, large) and only one type of crust. The only thing we sold besides pizza was 2 litter bottles of soda. Even then we had Cole, Diet Coke, and Sprite. We were going to keep the menu simple and concentrate on quality of the food and on customer service. I didn’t know it when I bought the building but the shop was in an area highly populated with LGBT+ members and creative artist and such. With us being queer owned our first few customers were glad to spread the word around the neighborhood. Thats when business picked up and Jayden came on board. He was also actually the first of what we now call scorpion boys. I knew the scorpion, especially the red and black one, was know in the chasing community but I found out quickly a lot of our gay customers knew exactly what it meant. Even those that were not poz or chasing. They all seemed to embrace it. That is when they started calling Ant and Jayden the scorpion boys. I was bestowed the name daddy scorpion. We all had a fun laugh at it and moved on. Till one day I was closing with Jayden. It had been slow. We had all the prep work for the next day complete and all our cleaning was done. So we were just talking. I was 31 by this time, 8 months poz, and not yet had sex with anyone. Jayden was 19, 5’6, 130 lbs, slim and very twinkish. Had a sweet angelic face. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His skin white and soft to the touch. He also had a nice tight round ass. Not too big but it was firm and round. His tight pants showed me that from day one. He also had a nice bulge in his pants. Not that cock size mattered to me as a top. I mean I have 8 in dick that is beer can thick so I am no slouch below the belt. But sucking on a hung bottom’s big dick then playing with it as I fucked him was always fun. But I wasn’t going to put my shop on the line for it. That night changed every thing. He startled me with a question as we waiting for closing time. “So daddy Scorpion, how long have you been poz? Are you on meds?” Jayden bluntly asked me with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. “Umm well, I shouldn’t really talk about this with you but I guess I can. I been poz about 8 months. I haven’t started my meds yet.” I answered with a red face. “Very nice. Does daddy Scorpion have any poz sons yet? I have seen the tat on your chest that we use for our logo. Well they are almost exactly the same. Your tat has blood drops, the logo doesn’t.” Jayden said ignoring my obvious awkwardness around the subject. “You got me again, the shop name and logo came from my tat. But we decided it was best to leave out the blood. And, umm I haven’t had sex since I tested positive.” I answered with more awkwardness. “We, is it??? Is Ant poz too? Does he have a tat hidden away?” Jayden pushed. “No, he isn’t. He is neg on prep. But he is supportive of me.” I replied. Jayden had been getting closer to me as we talked. He was now only a foot away from me. he licked his lips and gave me a devilish smile. “So no poz sons yet. That’s a shame. Are you not into that? You said you aren’t on meds. So that’s a bit contradictory to you not being into poz play. Or is it that you just haven’t found the right boy yet to be the first to knock up?” He asked as I felt his warm breath on me. “Wel”, mmm, I guess, umm.” I started then spit it out, “I am into poz play. I have a ton of poz porn website bookmarked on my phone. I just haven’t got the courage to actually find a chaser yet.” I finally admitted to him. That is when Jayden reached over and put his hand on my jeans, right over my raging hard and leaking dick. He started to rub my cock through my jeans as he moved even closer. He reached up and pulled my head down to his and took my lips into a kiss. “Well daddy Scorpion I want you to breed me here over this prep table and knock my boy hole up!” He said. Before I could respond he had lowered to his knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled them down to my knees as my dick flopped out and hit him on the lips. Is was a good day to not have wore underwear. He took my leaky cock head into his warm soft mouth and began to suck and lick it. He used one hand to play with my heavy full balls. He had me moaning in seconds with any thoughts of the inappropriateness of fucking and pozzing your employee gone from my head. My poz sex deprived dick was in charge now. He was swallowing me 3/4 of the way in no time. He tried and tried but couldn’t get it all down his throat. My thickness made it near impossible to deep throat me the whole way. But he gave me one of the best blow jobs id ever had in my life. “Fuck boy you know how to suck!! Your mouth is like fucking heaven. If you keep that up I am going to cum down your throat!” I warned him. ”Oh no daddy Scorpion, I want you toxic babies in my ass.” He said after he pulled my rock hard dick out of his mouth. He pulled over a step stood we keep in the back, stripped off his jeans and underwear, and got on it and leaned over the prep table. His beautiful full ass was staring at me. The pink hole barely visible between the cheeks. Just a light dusting of hair was there. “Please daddy Scorpion, eat my boy hole and then fuck your charged cum into my neg hole!” he told me as he looked back over his shoulder. I didn’t hesitate and dove into his hole. Chad didn’t like getting rimmed so it had been years since I ate ass. It tasted so good, even better than I remembered. His pink hole was so tight and tasted so good. It winked at me every time I pulled my face back to take a breath. Jayden squirmed, moaned, and pushed back against my tongue. He was loving it as much as I was. After about 5 minutes though he interrupted my ass eating. “Fuck daddy Scorpion you know how to eat boy hole. But I want that big fat raw poz dick in me!” he demanded as only a power bottom twink boy could. ”We don’t have any lube boy. I am thick, it will hurt if I fucked you with just spit.” I told him as I continued to cup and play with his ass with one hand as I stroked his 9 in dick (that was on the thinner side) that was hanging down between his legs. “I don’t need lube daddy!! Just spit on my hole and your dick. That and all that poz precum you are leaking will be enough. If it hurts and tears me a little that fine. It just means your poz babies will take easier in me.” He said as gave me a pleading look. “Ok boy don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I said and then spit in his hole. I sucked on two of my fingers and put them in his hole to open him up. then spit in his hole and added a third. Then more spit and a fourth. He was moaning and fucking my fingers the whole time. When I got him opened up I spit in my hand and rubbed it onto my raging hard dick. I lined my leaky head up with his hole and gave a hard push to get my fat cock head into his hole. He jerked and swore, but didn’t try to pull away or complain. I worked my thick dick into his hole an inch at a time. It didn’t take long and his ass was against my pubes. His hole was tight and warm. He was moaning in pleasure now. When I didn’t move trying to give him time to get used to my dick he took things into his own hands. He started to fuck himself in my dick. Pulling toward then slamming himself back against my crotch. I wasn’t about to have my boy call the shots. “Oh, you won’t be setting the pace boy! That’s my job.” I told him as I put my hand on his shoulders and slammed hard and deep into his boy hole! That made him cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He wanted it rough, I was going to give it to him rough. I long stroked him making sure to slam as hard as I could into his hole on the down stroke. I continued this hard long stroke pounding for a while, making sure to show this boy who was boss. I pulled him up, turned his head to me and made out with him for a minute. After which I bent him back over and started small fast shallow rabbit fuck strokes into his hole. I reached around and starred to jerk his long thin leaky dick. It only took a few minutes of my jack rabbit strokes hitting his prostate and my hand job to make his hole squeeze me tight and his balls to pull up. “Fuck daddy Scorpion, you are going to make me fucking cum!!!” He yelled. “Fuck yes boy, shoot that cum!! Your hole is squeezing my dick so hard I am going to nut!!” I warned him. ”Fuck yes daddy, fill me with that poz seed!! Knock my neg boy hole up!” He said as his hole continued to spasm and grip my dick. “Fuck yes, here it cums! Take my fucking toxic babies boy!!” I roared as my load dumped into his tight boy hole. I collapsed over his back. We stood there bent over my half hard dick still in his hole. Our hearts racing and breathing hard. After I got my senses back, I turned his head toward me and kissed him deep and passionately. After a few minutes I pulled out of him. His hole was red and puffy. A little bit of pink cum had pulled out with my dick. “Well Jayden it looks like you may have got your wish. Your hole is puffy and red and I see pink cum. You will be my first poz son.” I told him as I pulled up my pants. He walked to his bag and pulled out a butt plug from one of the pockets and put it in his worked out hole. “No, I will be your first official scorpion boy! We will have to go get the tat on me after I test poz!” He told me with his trademark smile. He tested poz a few weeks later and had my tat on the small of his back with in a month of me breeding him. We did continue to fuck around, but with the understanding it was just sex. That was the first scorpion boys. We have hired 3 other guys since then. Well those that made it past their probation day. Ant always worked with them in their first shift and had an uncanny ability to judge people. If they made it out of that first day with him, they were hired. It wasn’t required they be gay, or bi, or that be up for becoming a scorpion boy. It just so happened in addition to being good people and workers, all three of the guys were gay and ended up wanting my poz seed. All 3 were still with us and all 3 had my scorpion tats on their body’s somewhere. They all carried my strain. I was hard as I climbed out of my truck when I got home. It was an older cottage type home but I had renovated over the last 3 years I have owned it. It was small but cozy and prefect for me. It was only a couple blocks from the shop which made it even better. As I showered I lamented how I would miss Jayden. He was a very sweet boy, hard working, smart, and great with guests. I would say I’d miss his holes, but he’d been official with a guy for about a year and they were living together. Once one of the scorpion boys had a steady boyfriend, I politely ended our sex benefits. Even if they were open, I just didn’t want to run the risk of that drama. Thankfully all of them understood and we cooled the sex when they were coupled up. If they became free again I went right back to recharging their holes! As I laid in bed naked, my mind went to the boy that came into the shop today. I’d just put up the sign, though I should have weeks ago. I was holding false hope Jayden would stay I guess. Not 30 minutes after I had put it up that gorgeous, self conscious, polite, timid boy came into ask about a job. His shy smile and soft voice made me hard as he asked about the job. His cute face and solid body made my jeans feel like a prison to my straining cock. His smile when I offered him an interview almost made me cream my jeans. Jacob was just my type. If he was as charming in his interview as he was today he’d have his shot at the probationary shift with Ant. Then if he impressed him, he’d have a job. His job wouldn’t be dependent on anything sexual between us and I wouldn’t pursue him unless he gave me a clear sign he wanted that. And he definitely wouldn’t have to become a scorpion boy to work at the shop. But my rock hard cock and my brain agreed we sure hoped that he would be my fifth scorpion boy! —————— I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. It gives us the back ground for Buck and the shop. Also hopefully you will like the sex scene 😈. The next chapter will have the interview and the probation day and who knows what else will happen. Thank you all for the positive feedback back and kind words!

Chapter 1 - Jacob I had no clue how I got to this point in my life. I had graduated high school a few months ago. I was going to go to college on a swimming scholarship but then my accident happened and that was the end of me competitively swimming. It was also the end of my chance at college. Mom and Ralph, my stepdad, told me they had no money to spare for my college. When I applied for grants I learned they made too much for me to get financial aid. I didn’t want a bunch of loans, especially considering I had been barely smart enough to graduate high school. Then a few weeks ago. Ralph came in my room after he got off work one night and told me him and my mom had been talking and thought I wasn’t pulling my weight. He said that I was just busy playing video games and jerking off all day. I tried to argue that wasn’t true. I pointed out all the work I did around the house. I wanted to point out (but didn’t) that I am the only one that cleans in the house. Mom works two jobs so her lack of help is understandable (she doesn’t have time to do anything but their laundry). Ralph on the other hand has a low paying job working 30 hours a week as a rent a cop at a local mall. He could help clean but appeared allergic to it. I’d never seen him clean a single thing. Again, knowing better I didn’t mention that either. I also pointed out that I had been trying to find a job since before I graduated. But I didn’t have a car and Ralph said I couldn’t use theirs. So even though we live in a decent sized city the area I could apply was limited. The city was spread out and didn’t have much in the way of public transportation. The only public transit, the bus system, was a joke and not reliable. Any job I got had to be close enough that I could walk or ride my bike to it. Ralph responded that I didn’t do that much around the house and those were my chores so it didn’t count. He then told me I obviously wasn’t looking hard enough for a job, which was funny coming for a guy that only got his current job (after being fired from his last) because the rent an cop company he worked for was owned by his brother. Again something that was on the tip of my tongue but I had learned not to say as I did not want to go on punishment. Our conversation ended when he gave me an ultimatum. I get a job and start paying rent and my portion of the cell phone bill every month or I had to move out. He gave me till Labor Day to find a job. I was running out of time, with a little over a week left, when I was walking home from a long day of job hunting. I had been going online to find and apply for jobs but with no luck I had became desperate. So, a few days ago I’d decided to beat the street like the old times trying to find any lead. I had been looking since 8 am and was exhausted and grimy. I accidentally turned down the wrong block and came across a small red brick building with one big window and a glass door. “Scorpion Pizza” was scrawled big across the glass window in window paint. In the bottom right hand corner of the window was a help wanted sign. I had never heard of the place before. It was on the far edge of what would be practicable and possible for me to get to daily (I’d definitely have to bike). The building was small but it looked well taken care of and clean. The neighborhood was not the best (but also not the worst). I walked in the door and a bell over it dinged. I was in a small waiting area. The space was big enough for maybe 5-6 people to stand. The wall in front that cut the rest of the restaurant off was solid but for a cut out box window were their was a counter with a register on it and to the left of the counter was a door. There were various flyers and posters and stuff all over the walls. The only furniture was two chairs against the right side wall. It was obviously a carry out only place. I just hoped they were not looking for delivery drivers and that they need counter or kitchen help. A man that looked to be in his mid 30s walked up to the counter. He was wearing a black T-shirt with the pizza shops logo, a re and black scorpion, on his left chest and a baseball hat with the logo of the closest Major League Baseball team. He was a bit over 6’0 tall and had beautiful green eyes with a killer smile. His teeth were white and just slightly crooked. Above them he had a black 70s porn mustache. The hair on his head, what I could see of it, and arms had the same black hair. He was in good shape but not a gym rat guy. “Hey there kid, how are you doing? Are you here for a pickup?” He asked with a very mild southern draw. He had a very sexy deep baritone voice. “Ummmm, no.” I said like a doofus. “No, sir. My name is Jacob and I saw the help wanted sign in the window and was hoping I could talk to someone about applying.” I corrected myself and probably blushed from embarrassment. “Well it’s nice to meet you Jacob, my name is Buck.” He said with a bright smile as he reached across the counter to shake my hand. He had a firm grip. His hands were rough and strong. “I am the owner, so you got the right person. We have a guy that just graduated college who got a job in his field. We’re going to miss him, but we are happy for him too. We are a big family around here. Sure we bullshit and tease but we care for each other and always help each other out. So we are looking to hire for that spot.” Buck explained with a sad look in his eyes. ”This sounds that a great place to work. But I want to be upfront, I don’t have a car so I hope the spot is not for a delivery driver.” I said wanting to get that out of the way before I got my hopes up to high. “No, we are looking for a sort of shop boy. Someone to help where he is needed and learn all the stations. Then when we know what he is best at we will put him there” Buck said his eyes back to normal and his smile shinning again. “That sounds perfect sir! I never had real job before, but I am a hard worker and willing to help others. I’d love to learn and prove myself.” I replied hopefully. That brought a real drop dead gorgeous smile to Buck face. He reached under the counter and pulled out a packet of papers. “Well how about this kid, you take this application home tonight and fill it out. Then bring it back tomorrow morning at 9:30. I will interview you then.” He said then added, “One more thing though. You are 18, right? We only hire 18+ here.” He said with some steel in his question. “Yes, sir I turned 18 in January. I will be 19 in a few months. Thank you for the opportunity to interview!” I said as I took the application from him. “No problem kid. Be sure bring your license or ID and your social security card with you tomorrow just in case we hire you. If we do, you’d be asked to stay and work the lunch shift and maybe the dinner shift.” Buck told me. “Of course sir. I will bring both.” I confirmed with him. “Great. I got to get back yonder and help setup for the dinner rush. I will see you tomorrow kid.” He said as he shook my hand goodbye. He was gone, walking back into the kitchen, before I could reply. I exited the building as slowly as I could. I waited till I was past the window in the front and jumped for joy. After months and what felt like millions of applications I finally got an interview. Plus it really felt like Buck was interested in me. Not sexually, that be a dream but he was way out of my league. But definitely he seemed open to hiring me. I thought about him as I walked home, which was about a 30 minute walk. As a side note, I’d definitely be riding my bike to work if I got the job. I know I am bi. But to my horror I graduated a virgin and still am. Only thing I had done so far was kissing with a guy and under the clothes rubbing and making out with a girl. Buck was my dream guy! Me being 5’11, still in decent shape from swimming, but I was nothing special. I lost my abs and some of my muscle definition since the accident. I started swimming again after I recovered and worked out when I could but since graduating I’d lost my access to pool and workout equipment. I didn’t have any money for a gym/pool membership any where so I did what I could. I have sandy brown hair and light brown eyes. I have white straight teeth and a nice butt with a good amount of meat. I had nothing close to the big bubble butt guys seemed to like. I had a decent sized 7 inch dick that was average thickness, not that Buck or anyone else wanted to see it. Plus he was probably straight. Again, so out of my league. I couldn’t let my crush on my potential straight boss get in my way. I needed to put him in my spank bank like all the other hot guys I’d meet that were out of my league. I needed this job and wouldn’t let my hormones mess with that. The job was possibly the only thing that would keep me from being homeless. When I got home it was empty like it almost always was. A quick Look at the job schedules on the fridge told me mom was working her evening shift tonight. Ralph would be off work in an hour so he’d be home soon. That is if he didn’t go to the bar like he normally does when mom works evenings. I made a quick dinner and ate mine at the table alone. Then I put Ralph’s plate in the microwave and mom’s in the fridge for when they got home. I cleaned up and did the dishes. I went to my room and took a shower. After I got out of the shower I stood with my towel around my waist and looked through my clothes to see what I was going to wear tomorrow. I picked out my best pair of pants and the only nice shirt I had, a polo. Mom never had money for many clothes for me, let alone expensive dress clothes. I wish she would have told that to the financial aid people at the college. I mean if she can’t afford clothes for me, then how is she supposed to pay for my college? They really think I didn’t need grants? But that is in the past and I refuse to dwell on it. I put the clothes on my dresser and pulled on sleep pants and a tank top. I climbed into bed and got comfortable. It be a few hours before I’d fall asleep so I got on my steaming app , the only “extra” thing mom would agree to pay for, and bed rotted till I feel asleep. I woke up early and was super hard. The pinkish purple head of my dick was sticking out of the fly of my pants. I had had several hot dreams about Buck. I reached and pulled the rest of my 7 inch rock hard dick out of my fly and started to stroke it. I pictured Buck standing over me. His big dick dripping precum on my face as he smacked me with his dick. Him calling me telling how sexy I was as I licked the head of his cock. I spit in my hand then too give myself more lubricant. I continued to play out the scene in my head. Buck face fucking me as I gaged on his big fat cock. Him eating my virgin hole and using his big strong fingers to open me up. His dick head pushing on my tight hole as he starts to open me. The feel of his cock head popping into my hole and taking my cherry. Then him fucking me deep till he flooded my ass with his cum. All the time praising me. Calling me sexy and pretty and complimenting my body and hole. I shoot an huge load, exploding all over myself. Cumming more than I had in a long time. By then I had to get up and rush my morning routine so I wouldn’t be late. after I got out of the bathroom I got dressed and put on my nicest pair of shoes. I grabbed my social security card from my file of important documents my mom gave me at 16 (telling me they were now my responsibility and if I lost them it was on me). I put it in my wallet next to my license. I hurried out the front door. Mom was gone already and I would bet Ralph was asleep still. I got to my bike and made sure the chain and lock were on it. I took off and headed toward the pizza shop. It was a nice day and I didn’t get too sweaty on the ride to the shop thankfully. I parked my bike right by the shop at a bike rack and locked it up. I walked up to the shop’s front door at 9:15. The door was locked with the resultant hours listed in the door saying it didn’t open till 11. I was just about to knock when I felt a hand on my lower back. I jumped and went to move around but Buck kept his hand in place and smiled his beautiful smile at me when I turned my head and looked at him. “Good morning Jacob. You are early. I like that, shows you are eager.” He said with his deep soothing voice. “Yea sir, I made sure I wasn’t going late. I am very reliable!” I replied hoping to impress him more. “That’s a good quality. Well let me unlock the door and we can go in for the interview.” He said and then opened the door. I followed him in and he shut and locked the door behind us. He led me through the now open door of the vestibule onto a hall way. A few feet from the door the hall opened up. To one side was the kitchen. The counter area was on the other side of the wall in front of the kitchen. Warming shelves separated the kitchen from the counter area. The other side of the building had a long wall running the length of the store with 4 doors. Buck pointed out the first door as a small bathroom. The second door he showed me was a small break room. The third door was to a Buck’s small office with a desk, computer, and two chairs, one in each side. The cooler doors were opposite of Bucks office. Further down the wall was another door (which I later learned was the dry storage), then a set of stairs to the basement, finally ending at an exit door. There were no windows in the back of the shop. We went into Bucks office and sat down. He had an open case of water with about half of the bottles left on his desk. He gave me one then took one for himself. I was excited, anxious, a little horny, and a lot of nervous. So much was riding on this interview. I had a feeling deep in my gut that getting a job here, working for Buck, would change my life in ways I couldn’t imagine! ———————- Hello again all. This chapter was a long set up again. I can’t seem to help that, haha. But don’t worry the next chapter will have some good sex in it. Hope you all enjoy this start and will enjoy the rest of the store as it develops. Thanks!

This story is a sequel to my previous story ‘Tag Along Kid Brother’ but should stand on its own as well. It was going to have two spin-offs but then this idea came to me… Part 1: Colin gave one final thrust of his Poz cock into Griff’s greedy hole. Griff purred contentedly as Colin’s seed poured into him “Thank you, Master.” “Stay still, Griffin” Colin demanded further pushing his spent cock in the boy. He closed his eyes and waited a moment and then… ah. Relief as the chempiss he’d been needing to release emptied into Griff’s hole. Griffin felt himself getting higher and higher from the drugged field urine of his loved /master of ten years. The man who had Pozzed him and shown him the world. Who had debauched and depraved him in every glorious way plausible. The man who was the reason for his Biohazard tattoo. This was the anniversary of that weekend with Tag and Tom where Griff first agreed to be Colin’s slave. They were in Ibiza to celebrate but Griff had a feeling of unease. Colin had been acting strange. Different somehow. Now dated Colin withdrew his impressive length from Griff’s wrecked cunt. Colin’s took the boy from the floor to the sling. And locked him into place. Colin then proceed to give him a piss fisting like no other. Til his gaped hole was wrecked. After Colin sighed. “You know, Griffin, my dear boy I am going to miss you and you wrecked cunt” Through his high Griffin tried to piece together what he was hearing “Master?” ”Not anymore. I’m done with you, slave. I release you.” Colin said. The. He moved to the bedroom door and opened it and five men entered. One a twink of no more than 19 draped himself on Colin. He wore a harness and collar with a leash which he handed to Colin. “Griffin, this is Blaine. My new slave. You getting a little to old for me, love. A little too wrecked. These men here will see you out. I’ve taken the liberty to have your belongings sent to a storage unit in the town I plucked you from and have opened and account in your name with what you’ll find to be a generous parting stipend.” Griff’s tears streamed hearing this shocking news. What was happening?! His whole World was being pulled out from underneath him. He hadn’t had contact with anyone from his old world in ten years. Had no idea who he even was without this man anymore. Colin and the new boy crossed over to him and the new boy stuck his cock in griff’s hole and started to fuck him while Colin pissed on him then forced a kiss. He was humiliated as his replacement came. Made even more humiliating by his moans of need for the cum. Then his master and the twink were gone. The other four men moved in on griffas he struggled to escape the sling but he was locked in. The Mediterranean men sneered and laughed and pawed at their belts and cocks. “Who are you? What do u want?” ”we have a job to do. A job that comes with many pleasures of the flesh for all of us one said forcing himself close to Griff and grabbing his hair, pulling his head back then spitting on Griffs face. Poppers were suddenly in his nostrils and his was rushing from that hit. Then he felt the poke of a slam and he knew he was about to take flight. As the rush hit a fist was shoved in his cunt, a cock in him mouth as wel as one pissing on him and one putting Griff’s hand on his cock. Griff was in orbit. *ONE WEEK LATER* Griff woke up on the cold concrete floor in a small cramped room. His head was throbbing and as he stood up he realized he had no idea where the fuck he was. He was stark naked in a windowless room. He looked in the mirror and saw a sharpie tally on his chest as well as writing that said poz pig, slam whore cum dump. Porn played on a tv and he could hear moans from rooms next to him. “Am I in a bathouse?” He wondered aloud to no one. Ibiza. They were in Ibiza. Colin left him. He left him- the hurt washed over him anew. He remembered the four hung Mediterranean guys using him for days. Keeping him high and horny. He remembered a masked being slipped onto him and then things going dark as he passed out… There was nothing else in the room in a locker he found a card. Wendimere Hotel Room 360 That was all it said? He turned the card over- it was in Colin’s handwriting. Was this whole thing an elaborate game? What was happening. Wait. There were no clothes. How was he supposed to get to the hotel naked? This was going to be interesting. END PART ONE. We’re back. This story is ten years after the events of Tag Along Kid Brother. It’s going to some unexpected places, I think. I am excited to revisit my boys.

an old regular i haven't heard from in a while contact me last night and he came over and i sprayed a much overdue load up his guts. we hung out for a little bit afterwards while my balls filled back up until he asked if i'd be cool with him going and getting another load and bringing it back for me to fuck again. so he went and got loaded up again and then i fucked his cum soaked guts again. was incredibly hot sharing a bottom with another random top in the night.

So I agreed to mess around with one of my cop buddies..He was super horny after a long week..He handcuffed me, and shot three loads on my hole.. He's planning on passing me around his buddies on Saturday night.

The year was 2010. The dim glow of the laptop screen illuminated Darren’s face, casting shadows across his sharp cheekbones and the shaved contours of his head. At 42, he had mastered the art of discretion, his lean frame and clean-shaven jawline projecting an air of quiet confidence. But tonight, alone in his sparsely furnished apartment, he allowed himself a rare indulgence: scrolling through profiles on BBRTS. The anonymity of the platform was both thrilling and terrifying, a digital playground where his deepest desires could be explored without judgment—or so he told himself. His fingers moved methodically, clicking through profile after profile, until they paused at one whose private photos had been opened for him and a message just saying "Hi" had been received. There he was: profile name LoyalBrother. The man’s photos were artistically filtered but what emerged was a swimmer's physique with a layer of fat and a vascularity that hinted at a life lived boldly. Darren’s heart quickened as his eyes traced the curves of LoyalBrother’s body, his gaze lingering on the fat cut cock. But it was the status beneath the photos that caught his breath: ‘positive’. Darren’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, his mind racing. He knew what that meant. He’d seen it before, always scrolling past, always reminding himself of the risks. Darren had been barebacking for a few years now. At first only with guys who professed to be negative. More recently he had graduated to taking bare cock from undetectable guys believing that was even lower risk. Still, he drew the line a detectable guys. But LoyalBrother’s profile was different. There was something magnetic about him, a raw authenticity that drew Darren in despite his better judgment. After a moment’s hesitation, he began to type: “Flattered, but I don’t think we should hook up. Your status…” The response came quickly, as if Randy had been waiting. “I’m positive, yeah, but I can fuck you with a condom. No risk.” Darren’s breath hitched as he read the words, his chest tightening with a mix of desire and fear. He knew the risks, had been drilled into him since his early twenties. But LoyalBrother’s casual assurance was disarming, a challenge to the boundaries Darren had carefully constructed. His fingers trembled as he replied, “If we met, I wouldn’t trust myself to stick to that. I’d want you to cum in me.” The words felt like a confession, a secret he’d never voiced aloud. But there was something liberating about typing them, about acknowledging the forbidden thrill that had haunted his fantasies for years. LoyalBrother’s response was immediate, bold, and unapologetic: “Sounds like you’re into it. Come over.” Darren’s pulse pounded in his ears, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to say yes, to surrender to the raw, unfiltered desire that LoyalBrother’s words had awakened. But fear held him back, a voice in his head whispering of consequences, of danger. “I’m tempted, but…” Darren’s fingers faltered as he typed, the ellipsis hanging in the air like an unspoken question. He thought of his righteous upbringing, of the years spent hiding his true self, of the carefully curated life he’d built. And yet, here he was, teetering on the edge of something reckless, something exhilarating. LoyalBrother’s tone softened, just a touch, as he replied: “No pressure. But if you ever want to talk..." Darren typed back a quick "Thanks." "By the way, your pics suck," LoyalBrother messaged, "If you ever want better pics taken, I’m a pretty good amateur photographer.” The offer was casual, almost offhand, but Darren sensed an underlying intent. It was true his pictures sucked. He had done his best to take them on his own in a mirror, but there was only so much he could accomplish. On the other hand, the setup seemed bound to tempt him into sex. And Darren didn't trust himself. The most he could bring himself to say by way of reply was that he'd think about it. Darren logged off, the screen fading to black, but his mind remained alive with images of LoyalBrother’s lean face, his body, the weight of him pressing Darren into the mattress. His hand drifted down to his cock, his fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxers as he imagined the other guy’s hands doing the same. He closed his eyes, letting the fantasy take hold—LoyalBrother’s raw heat filling him, the forbidden thrill of bare skin against bare skin, the unspoken longing for something more. His breath quickened as he stroked himself, his thoughts a tangled mess of desire and danger. He imagined LoyalBrother’s lips brushing against his ear, whispering filthy promises, his hands gripping Darren’s hips as he thrust deep inside him. The fantasy was intoxicating, a heady mix of fear and arousal that left Darren trembling. As he neared the edge, his mind lingered on the line between fantasy and reality, on the quiet ache of what could be. He thought of the unspoken power dynamics that had drawn him in, of the raw, unfiltered hunger that had awakened within him. And then, with a ragged gasp, he came, his release a messy, desperate spill into his hand. The room was silent afterward, the only sound Darren’s heavy breathing as he lay back against the couch, his heart still pounding. His mind was a blur of emotions—regret, longing, excitement—but beneath it all was a quiet, unspoken truth. He wanted more. Not just the fantasy, not just the thrill of danger, but something deeper, something real. The laptop sat closed on the coffee table, Randy’s profile a ghost in the machine. Darren’s hand rested on his chest, his fingers tracing the faint outline of his heartbeat. The city outside his window pulsed with life, a reminder of the world beyond his apartment walls. Darren took a deep breath, his thoughts lingering on the offer, on the unspoken promise of connection. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, he allowed himself to linger in the ache of what could be, the quiet, unspoken longing for something more.

I visit a small town regularly to see my kids (they live with my ex, their mother). For a small town it’s blessed with a great ABS with a delightfully sleazy arcade with gloryholes. In my most recent visit, I stopped by the ABS hoping for a little play. As soon as I sat down in my booth, a cock came through the hole and I started sucking him off. He grew to a decent size and didn’t last long before he blew his load in my mouth. I watched some videos for a bit and soon enough a younger guy entered my booth and pulled out a beautiful, rock hard 7” - I started sucking him and we traded head a for a bit before he told me he was close - I got on my knees and opened my mouth as he stroked his load into my mouth - it was a huge load and super tasty. I sat for a bit longer, not expecting much more action when a nice 6” cock came through the hole. I started sucking him and he got really hard so I decided I wanted him in my hole. I hadn’t been expecting a fuck, so I didn’t have any lube on me so I just got as much spit on him as I could and then backed up on his cock. It took a bit of work and additional loads of spit, but I finally got him in and started rocking back and forth on his cock. We went like that for a while, with a few A2M moments for me to slick up his cock again (and taste my ass). He started pumping, so I backed hard against the wall to let him get as deep as possible as he really started pounding me. He stopped for a bit and as he pulled out, I could feel his cum dripping down my balls. it got quiet after that and I left, very pleased with my successful outing.

Several years ago, my husband had a hot massage therapist named Matt whom I had never met. My husband explained that Matt was a hot guy and that he and Matt usually talked about Matt's latest sexual conquests while Matt gave my husband massages. I never worried about my husband because he was a devotedly monogamous and he and Matt were both tops. I meanwhile was a bottom slut, getting fucked by random men behind my husband's back every chance I got. One night I was on an on-line hook-up app and ran across a top man who listed in his profile that he was also a professional masseuse. Matt crossed my mind, and I wondered if it might be him. I asked this guy where he was located, and he was in the University neighborhood where I knew Matt lived. My curiosity peaked, I finally asked this guy his first name and bingo, it was Matt! I walked a fine line as I told Matt, using a fake first name, that I was a horny bottom who needed to be fucked full of cum. I had no face pics on my on-line profile and Matt and I had never met in-person, but for obvious reasons, I did not want Matt to find out my connection to my husband. I was rock hard and super horny as I told Matt I loved anonymous sex and I had a fantasy to be fucked on a massage table with my face resting in the face cradle so the massage therapist would only see my head from the ears back and I would not be able to see his face. To be clear, that fantasy hit me for the first time in that moment, intensified knowing it was my husband’s massage therapist who would be doing the fucking without knowing it was me. Matt thought the scenario was fucking hot without knowing who I was, so I asked him if there was a way for me to arrive and enter his house and get in position on the massage table without him seeing me. Upon coming to a mutual understanding, I discreetly drove to Matt’s house that night while my husband was at work. While it was dark out, I parked my car down the street so Matt would not see it. I quietly walked up the driveway, along the side of the garage, and around the back of the house to open French doors that Matt said would be waiting for me. I shielded my face the entire time in case Matt broke his promise and watched me approach his house. I walked in and the room was dimly lit by a few well-placed candles. There was also soft ambient music playing to set the mood. I stripped down, climbed up onto the massage table and placed my face in the cradle. After about five minutes, I heard Matt quietly walk into the room and as he stood at my feet, I felt his hands touching my legs and thighs and then moving up to my butt. I felt his hands spread my cheeks and his tongue on my pucker hole as I felt his stubble make contact with ass cheeks. I started moaning like a bitch in heat. It was not long before I felt the weight of Matt’s body climb onto the table and hover over me as I felt the head of his cock push inside of my hole, using his spit and saliva as lube. Matt’s cock was both bigger and fatter than my husband's and I heard him softly encourage me to breathe as I felt his full weight on top of me and his mouth right next to my ear. Matt sank his fat schlong fully inside of me and started fucking me, his thrusts steadily increasing until they drowned out the long-forgotten mood music. His cock clearly needed a hole to get off in and it was not long before I heard a moan and masculine grunt as the man dumped his seed deep inside of me. Matt eventually collapsed on top of me, leaving me pinned between him and the massage table with my face still in the cradle, until he eventually pulled out and quietly left the room, leaving me in a state of bliss, listening to the soft music, and reflecting on the best “massage” I had ever received. It was about 90 minutes later when my husband returned home from work. I heard him call to me from downstairs but patiently and silently waited as he climbed up the stairs to our bedroom. He was surprised and stopped in his tracks as he found me naked on our bed, me lying on my back with my legs up in the air and spread wide with a fat dildo up my fuck hole. There was a bottle of lube strategically placed next to my ass, a brand name that was marketed as smelling, feeling, and tasting like cum. What my husband did not know is that I did not use any of that lube on my puffy hole prior to sticking the dildo in me. I did not need to because Matt’s cum was plentiful and allowed me to push the dildo inside with no effort. I slowly fucked myself with the dildo as my husband approached our bed. I pulled the dildo out of my ass as his face got close and I encouraged him to eat my puffy pussy. He did as instructed and his mouth and tongue were on my ass where Matt’s had been a short time before. As my husband ate my used hole, I pushed a smidge of Matt’s cum out and asked him how the lube tasted. He told me he could not believe how much it tasted like the real cum. With that I pushed out hard, dumping Matt’s huge load inside of my oblivious husband’s mouth. I could not help but say “sorry…I think I used too much lube," but my husband unknowingly gobbled down all of Matt's cum. At that very moment, I thought of Matt’s load finding a new home in my husband’s stomach. I also thought of Matt telling my husband at his next massage appointment about the huge load he anonymously dumped up a stranger's hole, on the very massage table my husband was lying on and getting a massage, both of them oblivious to the fact that it was me. The thought pushed me over the edge and I shot one of the largest fucking loads of my life! As my breathing started to return to normal and I started to experience post-nut clarity, I realized how fucking hot it was to feed my oblivious husband another guy’s cum without him knowing it...I started to think of other kinky and creative ways I could do it again!

So I really enjoy playing with guys who are passed out drunk, drugged, or just exhausted. This has a edge of non consensual it’s to it, but often it’s rediscussed. But at an party if a guy takes a G-Nap, I think there is a implied consent. What are your thoughts?

^^This^^. my experience as well from a bottom perspective. i want a guy to have easy access and an open invitation lol. Not to mention another practical side , which is keeping it clean. if one is wearing it while out fucking around, the part covering the hole gets saturated and stained very quickly... which i realize is not necessarily a negative to all Tops or bottoms, maybe even considered an added feature. As usual, this discussion is yet another reminder that we are all individuals and there is no one standsrd. Viva diversity. ❤️

There are less and less places but there is nothing better than taking an unknown dick in my hole and let them use me life a flesh light.

This is so nasty, I fucking love it. Part 5 can't come soon enough 😈

@tobetrained, thanks for the input and info. i found some further corroborating info that fills out the picture more. "Only three NATO nations currently import Russian crude: Hungary, Slovakia, and Turkey. Of the three, Turkey is the big one. "According to our data, (Turkey) is the third largest Russian oil importer globally," Petras Kanitas, a Vilnius-based analyst at the Center for Research on Energy and Clean Air (CREA), told RFE/RL on September 15." "Hilgenstock, who is also an Associate Fellow at the German Council on Foreign Relations, said losing Turkish exports would be a big problem for Moscow. "It would probably mean that they have to give higher discounts to other buyers in order to redirect this volume," he told RFE/RL. But Turkey's appetite for Russian oil is based on powerful economic forces that Ankara will not easily ignore. Some of its refineries take 90 percent of their crude from Russia; switching could not happen overnight. Turkey is also, unlike India and China, a big importer of refined Russian oil products." "Of course, for Turkey, [ending imports] will be somewhat of a challenge, as it would be for Hungary and the Slovak Republic, which have taken no steps whatsoever to diversify their supplies," said Hilgenstock. ""Diversification is not an insoluble technical problem but a matter of political and economic will," Tamas Pletser, an oil and gas analyst at Erste Bank, told RFE/RL's Hungarian Serviceearlier this month. "This would make fuel more expensive, but as long as there is a free market there is no shortage," he added." [think before following links] https://www.rferl.org/a/nato-russia-oil-trump-demands-ukraine-war/33531073.html

This is the first story I ever read on this site. I loved the long buildup to Dalton's use. The ending, or last chapter, seemed rushed and a little disappointing as the story was over. But the various escapades along the way are hot and decadent. I'm sure I posted this before but I still want the absent author to know I'm grateful for this story as it excited me to the breeding.zone! Thank you! Gracias! Vielen dank! Obrigado!

Fucked some random off Sniffies and put my load balls deep in his slut hole yesterday.

(Continued) Getting into a rhythm of slow deep thrusts in the warm hole lubed by my muscle jock uncle’s pre-cum, I watched as he face fucked the young stud in the sling. His massive cock forcing the blonde’s throat to expand as he buried his dark man cock to his base, the blonde’s eyes began to water as he willingly accepted the alpha stud to use his moist face hole. I watched as the young wrestler spread his arms and grabbed my uncle’s hips and drew them in to hold his fuck pole deep in his mouth so that his lips could massage the veins of his thick dark cock. Continuing to pump in and out of his hole, I leaned over and my uncle grabbed the back of my head, pulled me in and shoved his tongue in my mouth and began to push against my insides. The alpha male was fucking the young studs mouth and working mine at the same time. Here was a leather man demonstrating his dominant position. I looked into the corner of the room and at that moment, noticed the light on above the camera. We were making content – fucking hot. At that moment I almost came! I pumped into the wrestler all the more as I listened to him gag on the man meat plugging his face. The blond began to moan and as he did, his cock erupted and shot all over his massive, well defined abs and chest. His heaving caused me to pump harder as I began coating his tight hole with my warm jizz. Watching the two of us cum, my uncle pulled out of the jock’s mouth, came to the front of the sling, pushed me aside and began to once more fuck the stud’s ass. As he jack-hammered his hole I could see my cum start spilling from his hole with each thrust. I leaned over as his body in the sling moved back and forth, and began to lick the cum off that stunning chest. The hot protein of an eighteen year old wrestler muscle jock. It was clear this stud knew his sexual prowess and the power it had over others. A power top and power bottom. He was equally commanding. I was watching two alpha males demonstrate their sexual skills. Remembering the camera, my mind began to wonder who else was going to witness their heat? What was coming next?

The simple solution is to get on PreP! Unless you have a death wish, if you become poz you're going to have to take meds anyway. So why not prevent yourself from becoming poz by going on PreP and sticking with it. HIV is permanent, and meds (at least in the US) are fucking expensive. I wish PreP existed before I pozzed. Seriously.

Chapter 3 ———- Buck ——— I woke up around 7 am and rolled out of bed. Thankfully we had got all the prep for today done last night before close. That allowed me to sleep in this morning instead of having to get up at 5 to be able to get my morning workout in before going to the shop. I walked naked through the house to the kitchen, my fat poz dick swaying as I walked. I turned on the coffee machine, a pod thingy or something my brother got me as a housewarming present, and put my coffee mug in place. I walked over to the fridge and got the creamer out. I mixed my creamer and coffee the I stood in my little dinette cubby where my bench table sat looking out on the back yard. There was a big picture window that I loved to look out of in the mornings. My neighbor, an older gay man named Wayne, was out in his back yard working on his flower bed. I only noticed him when he waved good morning at me. I just so happened to be scratching my balls when he did. I waved back, knowing he didn’t care about my nakedness. He’d let me know many times he’d let me fuck him. He was a good looking older hairy daddy bear but he was married and like with the scorpion boys I keep to my no fucking people in relationships rule. I went to the bedroom and changed into my gym clothes. In my spare room I had set up a small home gym. I spent the next 45 minutes working out followed by a 30 minute run around my neighborhood. When I got back to the house it was 8:45 and I need to grab a quick shower and get to the shop for the interview with sweet Jacob. As I washed my body I was happy with what I saw. Before I left the grind and opened the shop 4 years ago I had never had time to take care of myself. My body had stated to show the neglect. Now though, the shop ran smooth and left me time to get back in shape. I thought I was in good shape for a 35 year old. I didn’t have ripped abs or a killer V or anything like that, but my stomach was flat, my love handles were minimal, I have a good chest and arms, and the rest of my body was built proportionally. I got out of the shower and dried off, skipping the shave for the day. My jet black hair was a mess as usual, so after I threw on some jeans and a shirt, I put on a hat so I didn’t have to mess with it. I got my socks and shoes on and was out the door at 9:05. As I parked in the small employee lot by the building I saw Jacob ride up and put his bike in the bike rack. He didn’t notice me or my truck as he walked up to the door. He was wearing pair of khakis (that showed off his high and tight butt) and a blue polo. I walked up behind him and almost instinctively put my hand on that sweet ass but instead I rested it on his back giving him a scare. Luckily he recovered pretty quickly. I got us in the door as we greeted each other. I gave him a little tour of the shop as we walked to my office. I could tell he was nervous. It made him even cuter. I offered him some water to help calm him down and started the interview. He was just as polite as when we meet. Answering all my questions honestly. He also seemed to be smart and personable. I could tell from some of his answers that he really needed a job. I also felt that maybe his home life wasn’t that great. However, now wasn’t the time to get into that. It didn’t seem as it would affect his performance, so it wasn’t my business (yet). As we were finishing up, I heard Ant come in the back door along with one of the scorpion boys and our main pizza maker, Trevor. They were talking and caring on. ”Well Jacob, if you are in agreement I’d like to offer you the chance to work today. It be a kind of probationary shift. You’d get paid for it, minimum wage plus a split of the tips. You’d work with the shop’s manager Anthony at the counter. As long as there are no issues we can talk about you joining us permanently after your shift. What do you say?” “Yes Sir, that sounds great! I’d love a chance to show you how good of a worker I am.” He replied eagerly. Every time the word Sir came out of his adorable mouth my dick twitched. Hell I had been semi-hard and leaking as he sat across from me being all sexy and not knowing it. “Good. Also, just call me Buck. We aren’t that formal around here.” I said to him then holler’d out the office door for Ant. “Hey Daddy Scorpion what’s with the yelling?” He asked as he walked into the office. He froze just a bit when he say Jacob then looked at me and a chesire smile spread across his face. “Ant, I want to introduce you to Jacob. He is the person I told you about yesterday. He will be doing his probationary shift up front with you today.” “Nice to meet you Jacob. I am Anthony, but call me Ant. This lug gave me the title of manager, but really I just keep the ship floating when he isn’t around.” He said as he reached out and shook Jacob’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you Sir!” Jacob replied as he stood to shake his hand. Someone taught this boy manners. “I told you call me Ant. No need for all that sir shit.. I mean stuff.” He told Jacob then turned to me and asked. “Is he done in here? Or do you need him still?” “I will send him out in 15 mins. I need to get his employment documents and stuff done. Get him a shirt from storage too please.” Ant nodded and left us. I got the forms we used, just the basic one required by law. If he was hired on and made it past 90 days there were other stuff of PTO and insurance, but we didn’t need to do that now. I also got a copy of his license and SS card. Once that was all done, I sent him out to the kitchen to find Ant. I had to adjust my dick as he walked out of the room as I couldn’t keep my eyes off his ass. I shook myself out of it and turned to my computer to start my daily paperwork. ———— Jacob ———— It took everything in me not to jump and run in excitement as I left Buck’s office. I couldn’t believe after all these months I was one trial shift away from a job. A much needed job!! I was so nervous when we started the interview but Buck put me at ease. With in minutes it was like talking to a friend not a potential boss. The interview though didn’t help reduce my crush on Buck at all. He was still sexy as heck but his reassuring and supportive personality made the crush worse if anything. Then I got to meet Ant. He was sexy too! He was tall and had to be at least 6’3. He was thin, but not skinny as it looked like he had some muscle on him. He had light brown skin and he wore his hair in braids. He has very soulful eyes and a devilish smile. Did only hot guys work here? As I walked out of the office in search of Ant I found him helping another hottie with some racks of what I assumed were pizza dough. The man he was with was jacked. I mean almost body builder big. He had red hair and blue eyes. Was shorter than me, probably around 5’8. ”Jacob, come over here and meet our pizza maker extraordinaire, Trevor.” I walked over and shook Trevor’s hand expecting a strong crushing grip. But while it was firm his grip wasn’t domineering. I got the impression he was a big teddy bear right off the bat. “Nice to meet you!” he said with a big smile. I got the impression he was the quite strong protector type that you didn’t want to make mad. We parted with Trevor as Ant led me to the break room. There was a black shirt in my size and a name tag laying on the counter. Ant told me to go ahead and change shirts. He explained the shirts were the only real dress code and that if I joined the shop I’d get several more. He also suggested that I wear pants or shorts that I didn’t mind getting flour on or greasy. His last dress code suggestion (but seemed more like a best to have) was to get slip resistant shoes because working in kitchens could be dangerous in street shoes. He continued to talk to me as I pulled off my polo and put on the new shirt. I had spent all high school in changing rooms so the brief exposure of my naked chest didn’t bother me. Plus, since Ant didn’t seem to be leaving or react to me changing I figured it was what he expected. We walked through the kitchen where he pointed out the pizza tables, the ovens, and the cut table with the pizza boxes. He showed me how the pizzas were put in the warming station between the kitchen and the front counter, turning on the warming tower as he showed me. He explained the opening counter staff was responsible for that. Up front in the counter area it had a few soda coolers to one side, the front the warmer and their doors, and a small table against the wall. Under the counter were all sorts of supplies. Think Printer tape, bags, napkins, paper towels. There was also a safe under the counter just to the right of the where the cash register sat. He took me through the steps of turning on the register and getting everything set up to open. He got a cash til out of the safe and had me count it and put it in the register. Next I got a brief over view of the phone system and we did a few practice orders. He also showed me how to check the status of orders in the register for when people came in or called to check. While a lot to remember it all seemed well planned out and easy to follow. When I asked about deliveries he explained we only did carry out with the exception of a very few VIP customers. Ant then went into a speech about great customer service and high quality being what we strived for! That we wanted to make our customers happy by any reasonable means. We didn’t take shit for Karen’s, but we also didn’t discount our customers feeling and experiences. The store was a success because of our good reputation and our loyal customers. His speech was very moving and inspiring. I assured him I would strive to meet those expectations. Which seemed to make him happy as his smile returned and we continued our opening work. As we went to open the front door I noticed we already had 5 pizza warmer bays with green lights, which meant they had orders that were ready. When we got back to the counter Ant put a small one side flyer with the menu on it beside the register for me to use instead of looking behind me at the wall menu. We pulled up the order log that confirmed we had five orders ready all for 11:10 am pickups. The bell over the door rang as a middle age man walked in. He was our first pick up. Ant walked me through the process and we had in out the door in minutes. But 2 more people were waiting behind him. For the next 2 hours it was almost nonstop. I was either greeting people and handing out pizzas and soda, or answering the phone to take orders (though most order seemed to come through online), or taking orders at the counter. I’d of never guessed how busy this place would be from how small it was. After the rush was over Ant and I cleaned up and straightened the counter area. Next he took me back with to the kitchen him while he covered Trevor’s break. Since we didn’t have an order he took me to the storage room to show me where to get restock for supplies. He also showed me the cooler in case I need to help get anything for the pizza tables. We then went back to the kitchen and I was put on pizza box assembly duty while he made pizza orders as they came in. I continued to assemble the boxes in between guests. Trevor was gone about 30 mins when he came back and took over the pizza line. In the lull I also helped Ant do prep (veggies, meats, cheese) for the line. Around 4 Ant sent me on a break with a couple slices from the pizza that he’d made for the three of us. The pizza was delicious! It was your normal run of the mill supreme pizza but the quality was so good! No wonder the place was so popular! I got my phone out and turned on the show I was watching and continued to watch my pizza. Hoping I was doing a good job so far. I hadn’t seen Buck since the interview. But I’d heard him helping Trevor during the rush. His office door was open and he was not there when I walked to the break room. He must of had an errand to run I guess. ——- Buck ————- I kept any eye on Jacob and Ant as they interacted and worked together through the lunch rush. As I helped Trevor using the second pizza station, I would snoop on them as they worked. Jacob seemed to be a natural. It only took a little instruction and encouragement from Ant and in no time he looked like he’d been doing it for years. He was very good at customer service as well. He handled 3 of our regular customers that could be demanding with ease. As we slowed down I told Trevor I was going to run today’s VIP delivery. He pretend pouted a little and tried to get me to let him do it while I covered the orders. I whispered in his ear that the new boy had me hard half the morning and I needed the relief. He laughed and just shook his head and handed me the large pepperoni pizza I needed for the order. I went out the back door and got in my truck. The drive to the delivery address was only 5 minutes. It was an 3 story apartment building. I walked up to the second floor and knocked on the door. The very little known fact that was only passed by word of mouth was that in addition to a hot quality pizza, if you were willing to tip well we’d deliver you your choice of pizza along with a toxic load in any hole you choose. We started this service about 6 months after I had knocked up Jayden. He knew several chasers in the area and knew they’d like the additional personal service and would be very grateful. It took a while to convince me (Ant was on board right away) to do it. We keep it very quiet though. Only trusted people could receive the service. Today I was meeting a hot former college jock that wanted knocked up. It was the third visit for him. The first two poz loads he took were Jayden’s and Trevor’s. Now he was going to get Daddy Scopion’s charged babies. We only took on a few VIP clients at a time and we keep them till they successfully joined the brotherhood or they decided to stop chasing. The jock opened the door in nothing but a red g-sting. His package was small but the rest of him was big. He still looked like he still wrestled and had a well defined body. He took the pizza from me with one hand while taking my hand in his other and led me to the living room. I closed the door behind us. His ass was big and macular. His tan skin rippled over his ass as he bent over to put the pizza on the coffee table. He showed me the rapid test he had just taken that showed him as neg. I promised that would change soon. We started to make out and rub our bodies together. His strong hands all over me. He had me undressed and stark naked in minutes. My 8 inch beer can thick dick was rock solid and dripping poz precum. He dropped to his knees and started to suck my leaky dick. He was decent but not great at giving head. I decided to picture it was sweet Jacob learning how to suck a real dick. I couldn’t imagine he’d sucked many. I took the jock by the back of the head and used my hands to train him how to suck a dick like I so badly wanted to train Jacob. The jock improved, though I would bet money our studious Jacob would have been a better and quicker learner. I decided I’d had enough of the jocks oral skills, or lack there of, and picked him up and moved him so his knees were on the sofa seat and his body leaned over the back of the sofa. I ate his hole for a few minutes. The whole time wishing it was Jacob’s sweet hole. I verified while I was eating his hole that the jock did have a slightly smaller than average sized dick. Maybe 3-3.5 inch fully hard. He had taken it out and was stroking as I ate his whole. That didn’t matter to me at all and people’s worth has nothing to do with cock size. But it’s always interesting when a big guy like that isn’t packing. I decided it was time to move to the main event. I grabbed the lube that was on the coffee table and squirted just enough on this hole. I fingered two digits into him. He was looser so not much hole play was needed to open him up. Plus I needed him a little tight so he’d tear and we’d get a successful pozzing today. I lined my leaky fat mushroom dick head up with his hole. As I shoved my fat raw poz dick into his neg hole I imagined opening sweet Jacob’s tight ass! I was hard as fuck pounding into that ass pretending it was the brown haired brown eyed boy that gave me wood all day. Using it and abusing it like a good scorpion daddy should for his boy. The jock was moaning and begging for my cum as I fucked him harder and harder. I saw red on my cock as I pumped in and out of his hole. I pounded the jock over the sofa for a good 20 minutes, really making sure to bruise and hopefully tare his insides. When I thrusted my final stroke I unloaded a huge load! All the built up horniness of the day flooding into the no long neg jocks hole. When I pulled out, there was pink cum on my dick and his hole was red and gapping. I took the butt plug he had on the table and stuffed it in his used blown out hole. We made out for a bit and I wished him luck. I told him to schedule another delivery if this didn’t take. But I was pretty sure it took. The jock had prepaid online for the VIP special, using a code we only give people after we approve them, but he also gave me a $100 tip in fives and tens as I went to leave. I drove home and took a shower and grabbed a bite to eat. After that I ran by the bank to make the deposit and then headed back to the shop. It was 4:30 by the time I got back. I went up front and told Ant to take a break. I put the jock’s tip in the tip jar on the counter. Jacob joined me up front having just come off his own break. We chatted for a bit about how his day had been so far. He seemed to have really enjoyed it. We were interrupted by one of our regulars, so I let Jacob do his job. Between that customer and the next in line, I told Jacob if he needed me I’d be in the back. He at first seemed nervous at being alone but then nodded with his quiet confidence. I went back to the kitchen and did a quick restock for the pizza stations. Then jumped in and started helping Trevor. The orders were coming in fast now and I didn’t want him to be over ran. The rush lasted till after 7:30, which was busier than normal considering it was a weekend night. I called Ant back and we had a quick conversation about Jacob. He gave me his seal of approval (he had the best instinct when it came to reading people than anyone I have ever meet). I told Ant to cover the counter and send Jacob back to the office. I assured Trevor I relieve him to go home soon. When Jacob joined me I offered him a full time spot, at least 40 hours a week with OT on any hours over that, $3 above minimum wage plus his share of the tips, and told him if he was with us after 90 days he’d qualify for PTO and medical insurance. He was ecstatic to say the least. He accepted almost before I even finished offering him the job. He thanked me repeatedly. It was cute to see him so excited. I took him to the storage room and got him a second shirt and promised to order more for him. We came out and I showed him the time clock (I had put him in the systems this afternoon) and had him punch out. Ant came up and handed him a handful of cash, his share of the cash tips for the day, and explained his share of the credit card tips would be on his check. Jacob looked at the money like it was the most money he’d ever had. It looked to be around $250, but that was average or slightly above for how busy we’d been. He’d also prob earn as much or more in credit card tips on his check for today. Our loyal customers were very generous. Jacob said goodbye to me and Ant and even went by and told Trevor good bye before he left the store and made his way home. Ant went back up front to help a customer that came in and I sent Trevor home after being sure he’s got his tip share from Ant. It was 11:30 before me and Ant left the shop. We had done all the prep again and got the shop back to perfect order. I’d be able to sleep in again tomorrow. I got home and stripped. Took a quick shower, and did all that bathroom business. Then collapsed naked in bed. It had been a good day. I had a feeling Jacob would be a great addition to the shop. I feel asleep and dreamed naughty dreams about the cute brown hair boy! ——————- This was a long chapter, lol. But I got going and couldn’t stop. I really hope you all enjoy his chapter. I appreciate all the feedback, likes, comments, and messages. Thank you all for your support!!

Chubby cumdumps are my kryptonite. But you're right, they are hard to come by. I've yet to find one in my city, but have while traveling. Montreal ain't that far...

Over the next couple of weeks Darren's mind wandered back again and again to his BBRTS exchange with LoyalBrother. It was just a fantasy, he told himself. No harm in masturbating to it. Then one weekend afternoon he was online and up popped a message. "Your pics still suck," from him of course, "if you're not doing anything else, why not let me take some better ones?" Darren didn't immediately respond. He started typing a few times and then erased it. Finally he got out an, "I'm not sure if I should." "You can trust me not to do anything you don't want," LoyalBrother responded, "we could just do the pictures." Did he trust himself though? Well, if the ground rules were clear Darren thought he should be able to handle the situation. So he typed back, "In that case, I'm in." LoyalBrother sent his phone number so they could text logistics. When Darren texted back, he introduced himself as Randy and gave his address. "Give me an hour or so to set up the lights, and in the meantime give yourself a fresh manscape and work your ass open with a dildo so your hole is bigger for the camera," Randy instructed, and they left it there until the appointed time. Darren stood in front of the mirror, his freshly shaved balls and hole glistening under the harsh bathroom light. He gripped the dildo, slick with lube, and slid it deep inside himself, his eyes closing as he imagined Randy’s thick, raw cock stretching him open instead. His breath quickened with each thrust, his fantasies blurring the line between what was real and what was not. Just a photo session, he repeated to himself, but his hardening cock betrayed his thoughts. The dildo wasn’t enough—it wasn’t Randy, wasn’t the weight of his gaze, the smirk that promised more than just a camera lens. He worked the dildo in and out, his hole adjusting to the intrusion, his mind racing with images of Randy’s hands on him, guiding him, commanding him. The thought of Randy’s cock—thick, unwrapped, and real—sent a shiver through him. He thrust harder, his balls tightening as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. But he stopped himself, pulling the dildo out with a wet pop, his breath ragged. Not yet, he thought. After a quick shower, Darren resisted the urge to jerk off, wanting to stay rock-hard for Randy’s camera. He toweled off, his skin flushed, his cock throbbing with anticipation. Dressed in tight jeans and a form-fitting shirt, he checked himself in the mirror one last time, his heart pounding. Just a photo session, he reminded himself again, though the mantra felt flimsier with every passing moment.

There are times when you reflect on your current circumstance and wonder to yourself, “How did I fucking get to this place?” That is exactly what I was thinking as I parked my car in the dark parking lot of an adult bookstore/movie theater that was about 10 minutes from the home I share with my husband. It was about 4:05am early Sunday morning and I felt like a bitch in heat as I cruised for cock and cum to fulfill my latest obsession: Having strangers fuck me full of cum and then feeding their nut to my unsuspecting husband. It has been a week since the last two guys dumped their loads in my hole, and I was craving the opportunity to feed my husband another stranger’s second-hand load when he got home from work at 6:30am. I had spent the past three hours on multiple gay cruising apps with no success. The guys I had messaged had either been not interested or not serious about getting together. The time available to get a load for my husband was dwindling and if I did not get it soon, I would have to wait another full week, which was a lifetime for a slut like me. After three hours with no prospects and feeling more desperate by the minute, I decided to visit the nearby adult bookstore/movie theater to hopefully get a quick load. My hopes dwindled as I stood at the locked front door and read the “Closed for Cleaning until 4:30am” sign. FUCK! I looked at the time on my phone and thought waiting 25 minutes until they reopened was not too long to wait, but then it occurred to me that there were no other cars in the parking lot and who knew how long before a top wanting to fuck me full of cum would show up. I was not ready to give up yet so I convinced myself to stay until at least 5am before I threw in the towel: 25 minutes to patiently wait until the bookstore reopened and 30 minutes for the cock of my dreams to hopefully pierce my pucker hole and dump a load. I ultimately returned to my car, watching the front door until the bookstore worker removed the cleaning sign and unlocked the door. As soon as it was unlocked, I sprinted through the door and up to the counter where a cute 22-24-year-old ginger stood behind the counter. He looked like he could be a surfer or a lifeguard, and I was sure most of the horny customers drooled over him and wanted to see him naked. I didn't know the guy’s name, but we had exchanged brief pleasantries in the past when I came in to purchase poppers or used the video booths to get some cock and cum. As I approached the counter, the guy gave me his killer smile and asked me why I looked so tense. I debated for a moment if I should tell him the truth, but then admitted to the bookstore clerk I was desperate to get fucked full of cum, but my morning had been a bust so far. I told hot boy I needed to be home by 6:20am and hoped to get a load up my ass before then. Hot boy asked, “what’s at home at 6:20am?” and I told him my boyfriend. One of his eyebrows raised in a sexy sort of way, as he asked me if my boyfriend knew I was desperate to get my hole filled with cock and cum and I told him “no.” “That’s fucking hot” he said, giving me a smile that would stop traffic. I said, “You think that’s fucking hot, wait until you hear what I want do that cum!” His eyebrow rose again as I told him about my obsession with getting cum fucked up my ass so I could feed it to my husband without him knowing. I explained about the lube that looks and smells and tastes like cum and how my oblivious boyfriend was eating stranger’s loads out of my ass thinking it’s the fucking lube. The guy smirked as he ask me if my husband was really that fucking stupid and I told him that my husband was very vanilla and had a lot of book smarts but no common sense. It would never occur to my husband that I was feeding him another man’s cum. At that moment, the front door to the bookstore opened and a big, tall older and unattractive man walked in. It was hard to tell how old he was because he had a weathered look about him, but I guessed he was in his late 60’s to early 70’s, which put him somewhere between my dad's and grampa’s ages. The guy had a straggly over-grown beard and mustache and the hair on his head was long and unkempt. He was a hefty guy with dirt on his flannel shirt, blue jeans, and work boots. He needed a shower and looked like he might be homeless. From just inside the door the guy yelled over, asking the clerk if it was ok to use the bathroom to clean himself up a little bit. Hot boy said, “Sure thing, Charlie, but I need a favor in exchange.” Charlie got a surprised look on his face but asked “What do you need?” Without missing a beat, the clerk said “My buddy here is desperate to have a stranger fuck him full of cum so he can take it home and feed it to his dipshit husband. Are you ok dumping your load inside his ass?” Charlie got a smile on his face and said “Fuck Yeah!” Hot Boy smiled widely as he turned to me and said, “you are gonna get that load fucked into you after all” and nodded and pointed his finger for me to go over to Charlie since the decision was made. As I walked away from the counter hot boy said, “Charlie: My buddy is under a tight time schedule. Take him into the bathroom with you and fuck him full of cum and after you are done, you can clean yourself up really good.” Right as we were about to enter the bathroom hot boy said, “Hey buddy, I have a present for you to take home to your husband. Stop back up to the counter before you head home, ok?” I agreed as I followed Charlie into the bathroom. When Charlie and I entered the bathroom, I was struck by how much taller than I Charlie was. He had to be 6’5” – 6’6” in comparison to me being 5’7”. Charlie wasted no time undoing his pants and pushed them down to his knees while I unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. I walked over to him, and he reached out and grabbed my hooded sweatshirt with both of his hands and pulled it up over my head and threw it on the floor in the corner. I was now standing there in just my running shoes and athletic socks. With his pants around his legs, Charlie waddled over to the toilet, sat down, and patted his thighs with both of his hands and said, “get over here and sit on my beer can cock, boy.” I looked down at Charlie’s fat cock for the first time and quickly walked back to the bathroom door. I opened the door and yelled, “Hey bud, do you have any lube we can use?” to which hot boy yelled back, “Sure thing, buddy! I will be right there.” After a moment, I heard the clerk approach and say, “here ya go,” as he handed me a plastic syringe filled with lube. Hot boy said, “I thought you would need some lube, so I just pumped a load out for you. Your husband is going to eat some of my nut right along with Charlie’s,” and he chuckled as he turned and walked away. I turned back around and walked toward Charlie with the syringe in my hand. As I got close, Charlie reached out to take the syringe and told me to turn around and bend over. I felt him push the syringe up my hole and felt the wetness inside my hole as Charlie squeezed the syringe handle to release hot boy’s cum. When he was done, Charlie threw the syringe on the floor in the corner near my hooded sweatshirt. I pulled myself up and positioned myself so I could sit on his cock facing away from him, but he stopped me and said, “Oh no…I want you facing me while I fuck you full of cum” and he pulled me forward. Charlie had wide hips so I widened my stance so I could straddle him while he sat on the toilet. Charlie clamped his big hands on my waist and said, “here we go boy” as he pulled me down onto his raging hard thick cock that stood straight up, puncturing my hole and opening me wide with one thrust. I yelled because his cock was big and thick, and my hole did not have time to adjust. Charlie pulled me down on his cock undeterred until he was balls deep and my hole felt stretched wider than it has been in a very long time. I pleaded with Charlie to go easy, but Charlie said, “You need to get my load home to your husband, boy and you don’t have time for me to go easy. Shut the fuck up and ride my cock!” And with that, Charlie lifted my hips up and down with his hands, frequently pulling me all the way off his cock and then slamming me back down on it again as I cried out, aware that anyone coming in the bookstore would hear me. After a while, Charlie let go of my waist and put his arms and hands under my thighs and lifted my legs and feet up off the floor and raising them up along the sides of the toilet. Charlie pushed me backward, impaling me on his cock as my legs and feet raised higher until my ankles were on his shoulders and I was cradled in his lap. In a fluid motion, Charlie enveloped me in his arms and lifted himself up off the toilet and me along with him. With his pants still around his legs, he waddled over until my back was against the wall and started pounding into my hole, eventually letting my ankles fall from his shoulders so my legs and feet were dangling in the area on either side of his big frame. I felt so full, and the fuck was so intense, I was screaming. After what seemed like forever, Charlie roared loudly and pushed his cock deep inside of me as he dumped his nut inside of me. Charlie held me against the wall, his cock still fully impaling me when the bathroom door opened and hot boy stood there with a smile on his face. He tossed a fat butt plug onto my hooded sweatshirt on the floor and said, “compliments of the house so you don't loose any of our cum before feeding your hubby!” and then closed the door. Charlie eventually pulled his cock out of me and held me under my armpits, as I lowered my legs and got my feet on the ground. My legs were shaky, and I stood there for a few minutes getting my wits about me before Charlie picked up the butt plug, swiveled me around and pushed it up inside my ass. With that, he walked over to the sink and started washing himself. I put my shorts and my hooded sweatshirt on and turned around and said “thank you” to Charlie as I prepared to walk out of the bathroom. Charlie kept washing himself, either not hearing me or ignoring me as I left the bathroom. My head was still spinning as I left the bathroom, and I heard hot boy yell “Hey bud! Don’t forget the present I have for your husband!” I slowly walked to the counter as the clerk grabbed a bottle of lube from behind him and sat it on the counter. As I looked at the 3 oz bottle of the “it’s just like-cum” lube, hot boy said “go ahead and take it.” As I took the bottle, he said “That bottle has the cum from the eight used condoms I found in the waste baskets from the 20 video booths I cleaned right before you arrived this morning. I threw them away earlier but pulled them out of the garbage after our conversation about your husband, and poured the loads into that bottle while you were getting fucked. Those eight loads are from random guys, all shapes and sizes, and walks of life. Take that bottle home and feed those loads from complete strangers to your hubby every chance you get. He will be amazed at how real that lube feels, tastes, and smells like cum.” My eyes went wide, and my cock was rock hard thinking of the opportunity. “I will do you one better,” hot boy continued. Come back next Sunday morning at 5am and I will give you another bottle of “lube.” It will be filled with all the loads from all of the used condoms I collect as I clean the video booths during the next week. I will keep track of the number of loads, so you know how much nut you are feeding to your husband. If interested, I will continue to collect loads for him every week. I will keep the bottle in our freezer here during the week and I suggest you discreetly store the bottle in your freezer in some type of container your hubby will not open. This will keep the loads fresh until you feed them to him. In exchange for your hubby’s weekly lube subscription, I have two requests: 1). You make sure you feed him every load in the bottle and return the empty lube bottle when you pick up the next supply of lube. I will reuse the same bottles every other week. 2). I want you to make videos of you feeding your hubby all those random loads of cum out of your ass. His face will be covered by your ass so you should have no problem making eye contact with your phone camera and being verbal with your hubby, as you make the video without him knowing. I want to hear you encouraging your husband to eat that lube and him telling you how much he loves eating it. Give me lots of dirty talk!" I almost shot my load hands-free as hot boy laid out the detailed plan for my husband, offering to become my co-conspirator. He held out his hand as he asked, “Do we have a deal?” to which I said, “We have a fucking deal!” and shook his hand. Hot boy concluded by saying, “Good boy!" He then handed me a piece of paper with a phone number and said “I expect you to text me a copy of the video of you feeding your husband my and Charlie's loads this morning. Now get your ass home and feed your hubby!” As I walked to my car, I had a full-blown smile on my face. And to think I was afraid this morning was going to be a total bust!

The thought of my husband unknowingly eating his massage therapist's cum out of my freshly fucked hole a few days earlier made me so incredibly horny. Because I like variety, I craved feeding another guy's nut to my oblivious husband without him realizing it. My husband worked at a local hospital from 6pm to 6am on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, which was great because he worked while I slept, which gave us a lot of time to spend together during the weekend. It also provided me with great opportunities to cruise for guys on weekends while he worked, frequently hooking up with guys heading home from the bars in the middle of the night. I fucking love middle-of-the-night sex when all the sane people are home sleeping and it is very hot to have sex with guys who are both horny and tipsy from a night out at the bars. I slept for a while, setting my alarm for 2am on Sunday morning, so I could sign onto some of my cruising apps, not knowing how long it would take to find a top. It was just about 3am when a top sent me a message confirming he needed to host and that he wanted to fuck me full of cum. As my husband would not return home from work until about 6:30am, so I had plenty of time. If anything, I was concerned it might be too much time and I wondered if I should wait until closer to my husband's arrival home from work to have the anonymous sperm donor deposit his load inside my fuck hole. I ultimately took the top's address and got my hole ready, rationalizing I could use a butt plug to keep his load in my warm hole until right befor my husband arrived home from work and I replaced it with my dildo. As I prepared to leave, I grabbed one of my butt plugs and stuck it in the side pocket of my cargo shorts so I could push it up my hole once this guy's load was deposited. When I arrived, I realized the guy lived in a low-income apartment building operated by the City that was down the hill from the hospital where my husband worked. The building was 10 stories tall and had about 150 studio apartments. I walked into the building and told the African American security guard I was there to visit Ramon in unit 708. He called Ramon to confirm I was a legitimate visitor, and that it was ok to send me up. The guard looked at my driver’s license and had a gleam in his eye as he had me sign the logbook and then escorted me to the elevator. The security guard swiped his badge inside the elevator and pressed “7” and said, “Have fun, Jimmy M*****LL!” as he stepped out of the elevator and turned to walk back to his desk. I felt a bit over-exposed and vulnerable, given I was about to cheat on my husband with a stranger, after having shown the security guard my photo ID with my name and address, and him calling me by my first and last name as he sent me on my way to get fucked full of cum. It was almost as if he knew. I was on a mission, however, and I felt my pucker hole twitch in anticipation as I knocked on the door to unit 708. Ramon answered the door wearing a white wife beater t-shirt with the phrase “sex is my cardio” imprinted on it, and was naked otherwise except for a pair of socks. Ramon was a Hispanic guy in his early 40s. He was goodlooking, but had a beer belly on him. He also had a banana-shaped schlong that was easily 9” long and as I entered his studio, I stripped off my shorts and t-shirt, leaving on my running shoes and athletic socks. Ramon told me to lie on my back with my ass over the arm of his large overstuffed chair and to lift my legs high and wide. Ramon was significantly taller than me, so the arm of his chair put my hole at a perfect height for his cock while having my shoulders and head against the seat cushion about six inches lower than my ass, and gravity holding me in place. Ramon loogied on my hole and unceremoniously pushed his cock inside. He pushed in with one fluid motion, and I felt the curve of his cock burrowing deep inside of me. I moaned as he went balls deep and he immediately started to pull his cock out again. He pulled it out, leaving just the tip inside, and then pushed it all the way back in in a fluid motion and kept that rhythm going repeatedly. I was in my own little world as Ramon fucked me, my pucker hole savoring every thrust and withdrawal. I was broken from my trance when Ramon said, “Is Jimmy Papi’s puta?” I did not know what “puta” meant at that moment (I found out later it means “slut" in Spanish,) but I was not about to disagree and jeopardize having Ramon's amazing cock up my ass. As Ramon continued to fuck me, he became more verbal. He told me he was “fucking Jimmy’s pussy” and that he was going to “make Jimmy's pussy nice and puffy.” As Ramon fucked me further and my hole opened up, he started to pull his cock completely out of my hole only to shove it all the way back in. My pucker hole remained open and eagerly awaited his cock's reentry. At one point, Ramon told me he was going to knock me up and send me home with his load. I intuitively responded, “Fuck yeah! And I am gonna feed my husband your fucking load right out of my ass!” His cock spasmed deep inside of me as he asked, “Say what?!” I explained to Ramon as he continued his long strokes, that when my husband got home from work, I was going to have him eat my ass and I was going to push Ramon’s load out of my ass and into my husband's mouth so he could swallow it all down. Ramon responded, “Man, your husband is into some kinky shit!” to which I told Ramon that I was the kinky one and my husband had no fucking clue that he was going to eat Ramon’s nut. “What the fuck do you mean ‘he’s not going to know he’s eating my fucking nut out of your pussy?!'" as he continued to fully skewer me with his brown banana. I explained through labored breaths about the lube I had that smells and feels and tastes like cum. I also explained using my dildo to justify my open hole so my husband would not suspect that I was fucked by other guys. While Ramon looked at me in disbelief, I explained to him that my husband had a lot of book smarts but no common sense. I was going to make my husband believe he’s eating the lube that smells and feels and tastes like cum, while he actually gobbled down Ramon’s nut. With that, Ramon pushed his cock in to the hilt, and yelled, “You kinky cheating puta!” as I felt his cock pulsate repeatedly and he nutted deep inside of me. Once Ramon pulled out, I got on my knees and cleaned his cock like a good little slut, before reaching into the pocket of my cargo shorts and pulled out the egg-shaped black butt plug I brought with me. I held it up to Ramon and asked, “Would you mind?” He held out his hand with a smirk on his face, as I turned around and bent over. Once firmly inserted, I stood up, pulled on my shorts, thanked Ramon for his load, and headed to the elevator. When the elevator door opened on the main level, the security guard was sitting at his desk and smiled at me. He asked, “Did you have fun Jimmy M*****LL?” using my first and last name again. He stood up and walked around the side of the desk saying, “Come with me, Jimmy M*****LL,” to which I cautiously followed him to a nearby door. He turned on the light to a small office and put his hand on my shoulder to guide me inside. As I heard the door click closed, he stood behind me, putting his huge hands on my hips and forcefully yanked down my cargo pants without unbuttoning them, subsequently ripping the front button off. My shorts fell to my ankles as I heard the security guard whose name I did not know, unzip the fly on his pants. I felt his fingers go to my hole and him warn “you best keep all that nut inside your hole” as he yanked out the butt plug. I did my best hold Ramon’s cum inside of me as I felt the head of the security guard’s cock push inside, becoming the newest butt plug up my ass and completely trapping Ramon’s seed inside. The security guard’s cock was thick and unlike Ramon’s steady in-and-out rhythm, this man’s cock took Jimmy’s hole for a hard ride. He held on to my hips and fucked me like a fucking rag doll, not giving me time to adjust or even take a breath. He rode me like a fucking bitch in heat until I heard him moan and loudly grunt, saying “take my nut you cheating slut!” His cock was buried deep inside of me as I felt the ropes of his cum spray inside and he marked his territory. After a few minutes, his breathing returned more toward normal, and I could finally catch my breath. He pulled his cock out of my hole, put his hand against the small of my back and pushed me so I was bent over at my waist. I heard him say “fucking slut” as he crammed the egg-shaped butt plug back in my open hole. He then used his big hands to spin me around and push me down so I could properly clean my butt juices and some of Ramon’s cum off of his cock. As I stood up, he zipped himself up and I reached for my shorts. Once back on me, my shorts were loose at the waist due to my missing button, but I did not bother looking for it. The security guard ushered me out of the room, now that I had no further purpose. I looked totally disheveled as I walked like I had been thoroughly fucked, partially due to the butt plug up my ass, but also because I had just been thoroughly fucked. As I walked to the main entrance to leave, he yelled over, “Tell your husband Smitty says “Bon Fucking Appetit!” Ramon must have shared my deceitful plan with the security guard while I rode the elevator down to the main floor and Smitty took full advantage of the opportunity without even asking. By the time I got home, I had time to shower and freshen myself up. I grabbed the bottle of “cum-like” lube and my dildo. I set my alarm for about 15 minutes before I expected my husband home and dozed in the meantime. When the alarm went off, I went to the bathroom and gently pulled out the butt plug, diligently washing it with soap and hot water so I could return it to my nightstand. I crawled into bed and inserted the dildo, pushing it in and out several times. I positioned myself on the bed so I was lying at a diagonal so my head was on my pillow, but my ass was on toward the center of the bed, with my legs over on my husband’s side. I laid the bottle of lube on the bed near my ass and the dildo, and I covered myself with the bedding and turned off the light, now patiently waiting… I heard the electric garage door and my husband entered our house. I started to breath more deeply and evenly, giving the appearance I was asleep. I heard my husband enter our bedroom and quietly undress. He pulled up the covers to climb into his side of the bed, which was impossible given the position of my legs. He felt my legs with his hand and moved it up until he got to my ass and briefly squeezed my ass cheek until he felt the dildo sticking out of my ass. He grabbed the dildo, pushing it in and pulling it out for a bit, as I started to moan, "waking up" and showing my appreciation for the attention to my ass. My husband pulled the dildo out of my ass and I heard it plunk down onto the carpet next to the bed. With that, I felt both of my husband’s hands on my ass cheeks, as he pulled them apart and I felt his face against them, and then his tongue against my hole, startling to lick my wet used pucker hole. I moaned at the thought of my husband’s ability to curl the tip and sides of his tongue upward, making it hard and curved like a fucking spoon, and him unknowingly scooping up the beginning of Ramon’s and Smitty’s combined loads and depositing them into his mouth. My unsuspecting hubby then swallowing them and having two strangers' nuts slide down his throat, ultimately making his tummy feel more full than when he arrived home. I meanwhile continue to push the reminder of Ramon's and Smitty's large loads out of my hole with more force. I moan louder, asking my husband if he enjoyed the taste of the lube, like I did when he unknowingly ate his massage therapist's load out of my ass a few days before. After he responded, “Fuck yeah!,” I could not help but say “Bon Fucking Appetit!”

Dimitri Shows Timmy the Point Dimitri awoke first, after just under six hours of sleep. His mind was racing. Human Dimitri was ready to give the boy another Ambien and another six hours of sleep while his Daddy’s huge cock stretched the twinks outer and inner rings wide all night. Then they could start to come down, put on the sheer, tailor-made cashmere pajamas Dimitri had made before the boy even moved in, and show the boys the joys of being the kept boy of an incredibly wealthy and powerful man. But the Dragon wasn’t having it. The Dragon wanted to continue to break the boy, give him hours of pain, mixed with some pleasure, and then, when the boy had given beyond all he had and taken more than he could, slam him for the first time and make the connection between pain and pleasure forever binding. Dimitri knew the Dragon was right—most of his brothers had given their bound boys their first slam within the first 48 hours—Dimitri had gone several days. And so he waited, ready to pounce. After a little over six hours the Ambien wore off and Timmy awoke. The huge cock, still lodged in his sore hole, throbbed and ached. Dimitri had been waiting for the moment the boy awoke. Keeping his cock firmly in place, he turned the boy onto his stomach, and used his massive arms and legs to pin Timmy’s perfect body out flat. Dimitri pulled his thirteen-inch thick gut wrecker nearly all the way out, and began to slam fuck the defenseless twink, emitting little spurts of his still potent piss into the used hole every time he pierced that quivering, red-hot sore quim to the root. For the first several minutes Timmy begged and pleaded for him to stop, but then as the new gifted piss chems mixed with the old, he began to push back with his ass, welcoming the pain of the huge tool gutting him. It still hurt like hell, but the drugs made him want, yet again, for his hole to be destroyed. Dimitri fucked wordlessly, lost in the increíble feeling of the sensitive velvet hole of his perfect boy. Every time he wold be about to come,he would slow down, gently probing the boys sweet cunt, delighting in the moans and sighs of pain and pleasure Timmy made. Finally, he could hold it in no longer, and he started punching the boys hole with his giant member until he exploded again. Timmy lay panting beaneath him, Dimitri’s cock still hard, so large it held both his inner and outer ring wide open. After they had caught their breath, Timmy said, “Please sir, I need to take a piss.” Dimitri smiled, and picked the boy up, cock still lodged tight. He gently fucked him as he walked him into his big bathroom. Hanging from the shower was an already-full enema bag of chempiss he and Conrad had collected at various points during the weekend from the brotherhood. He grabbed a funnel and stood the boy with his arms at angle, leaning against the marble tile, and placed the funnel under the boys cock. “Add your chempiss to the mix, boy,” he commanded. Timmy sighed with relief as the pressure from his bladder was relieved and Dimitri gently fucked the piss out of him. Then Dimitri picked him up, removed his cock from the boy hole for the first time in hours and flipped the boy onto his hands and knees. “Chest down, arms behind you,” Dimitri ordered before cuffing the twink’s hands tightly behind him. He then lubed the enema tube and began to slide it in. He got it in deep—Timmy was shaking at the invasion—then lubed up his rock hard tool and slide it home into the boy. He then began to piss as he released the enema bag. Soon Timmy was feeling uncomfortably full, but just as that happened the huge mix of chems began to open him up, and soon he’d taken it all. Satisfied that the bag was empty, Dimitri withdrew the hose and using his hard cock again as a buttplug, he took the boy into the bedroom. Instead of the big bed, he took the boy around to the other side of the huge space, where he had asked a servant to bring in a low bed with rubber sheets. Arrayed around it were a bunch of dildos, depth trainers, anal beads, cruel hard depth probes and whips and paddles. Timmy trembled—his hole was still sore—and he said “Please, master, my hole is so….” Dimitri, eyes flaming red with the dragon, grabbed the boy around the throat and started squeezing. Just before Timmy passed out, he stopped. When the twink was fully breathing again, Dimitri whispered, “I am your lord and master. I hold all power over you and I say when your hole gets used and when it doesn’t.” Then he grinned and bit the boys ear and whispered, “Besides, in a little while I will give your your first slam. And when I do that you will be begging for it just like you’ve begged for it the last several nights. Sluts like you always do.” Timmy actually started begging just a few minutes after the pair lay down. Dimitri said nothing, letting the hunger build in the boy. Timmy was trapped in the fetal position in the big arms as he’d been all night—so all he could do was squeeze and stroke the huge cock plugging his hole. After about thirty minutes Timmy began to sweat bullets. And Dimitri knew it was time. He grabbed a plug slightly thicker than his cock,pulled out, and shoved it in. Timmy cried out, then said “Oh please master, use me.” Dimitri grinned, they were getting where they needed to be. He affixed a red rubber collar around the boys neck, and cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He slid around and lay back on the pillow with his arms wide. He pointed as his thirteen-inch monster and ordered “Suck slave, and use all that you’ve learned. You better give your best effort or the punishment will be swift.” About 45 minutes later Dimitri was enjoying the enthuastic efforts of a twink with a taste for big cock. But it was time. He could slam the boy now, but he wanted instead to torture his hole, even for just a little while. He commanded Timmy to turn around, and he grabbed the boys legs and set his hole up on his lap. He let the boy keep his poppers, and commanded that he do a hit right before he ripped the plug out. He couldn’t resist and plunged three fingers in, feeling the soft velvet hole that literally ached with Timmy’s dark desire. He reached over the grabbed one of the drug boxes scattered around and gave the boy a small booty bump. Then he grabbed a slender, soft toy with small ridges and lubed it up. He slide it in until the first ridge was inside the boy—there was almost no resistance. “There are many ways a master can dominate a boys hole, little whore,” he said quietly. “The first two ways are when the boy is flying and open and welcomes fists and toys deep and wide.” “The third way,” he said, gently pushing the little ridge into the boys second ring, “Is when a master tortures a boys sore asshole deep, gently and slowly teaching a boy about obedience, pleasure, and pain.” On the word pain he pushed a second ridge through the second ring stuffing the two rings into that space and putting pressure on the boys third hole. Timmy groaned and tried to take a hit of poppers but Dimitri grabbed them and removed them. “This is about you learning to relish suffering, slave”. As he said that, he pushed that first ring through the boys third hole. Timmy cried out and quaked, but within a minute he was pushing back, his body asking for more. So for a little over an hour, Dimitri slowly pushed longer and wider dildos with balls, ridges and teardrops in and out of Timmy’s rings. Each time going a little deeper and reopening new, tighter, sore spaces. This was delicate work, and Dimitri worked very, very slowly. For Timmy the experience was intense. The first two toys were nearly all agony, but it was the third toy Dimitri used that broke him the first time. Dimitri had gone down in width to a toy in between the sizes of the previous two (which is should be noted were quite small depth trainers) but this toy was rigid. Instead of flexing to accommodate the boys tender rings, it demanded that they line up, obediently, giving Dimitri total control of the boys ass. Now it should be noted that Timmy had taken much bigger and wider cocks—both natural and supernatural—and hands and fists over the last several days. But during those days Timmy’s ass has been kept piping hot and open through Tina, the ecstasy, and even some muscle relaxants. But now his hole was sore because it had been allowed to partially heal during his six hours of sleep with Dimitri’s hard cock inside. And if Dimitri really wanted to use him, he could just slam him and then the hole would reopen—not as wide and deep as before—but enough for them both to have a really good time. But Dimitri didn’t want the beautiful little twink to have a good time. He wanted to make him a pain pig who was innately wired to be stretched, who constantly begged for the destruction of his hole. And he’d learned that one of the best ways to do that was to make the future pig suffer, while feeding their hole just enough Tina to keep the hunger in place, and then after they were begging for abuse, to keep slowly and carefully hurting them into they couldn’t take anymore. And then give them a slightly-too-big slam. That connection of the nearly ultimate high with pain felt deep inside their hole was what made a normal man into a very special kind of pain pig. And so he gently pushed the little rigid toy into Timmy’s hole. The toy was smooth, and increased very gradually in size from about 3 inch in circumference to about 5.5 inches. It was about 20 inches in length, but Dimitri knew the boy wouldn’t get much past half of it yet. And he was fine with that—he could do this for hours and hours if he wanted to. He’d given Timmy the poppers to use at will, but Timmy had already learned to only use them if he was really suffering because his master wold take them away if he overused them. Timmy had no trouble with the first and second ring, as they had been in alignment even as he slept. At the third ring he gave a small moam—Dimitri had got it in a straight line with the nearly 30 minutes of slow play with the other two soft toys, but the next trouble spot caused him to cry out. “Do some poppers,” Dimitri ordered. Timmy did, and the minute the hole relaxed, Dimitri pushed about a 1/2 an inch, Timmy groaned, but the hole stayed loose, so Dimitri gently kept slowly pushing. He felt resistance and instead of stopping, he very gently fucked the spot, slightly changing directions, trying to see if it was a new ring of muscle or just the path swollen shut. And although he fucked with the slightest, most delicate strokes, to Timmy it was agony. The thin hard head of the thing felt like it was activating every pain sensor in his hole and he was giving little screams. Timmy tried to move forward, to get his ass away from Dimitri, but Dimitri grabbed his thin waist and increased the strokes to 1/2 inch lengths. “Take the pain boy, open up,” Dimitri said, his cock hard as a rock under the boys stomach and drooling precum. “If I have to restrain you, you won’t have poppers,” he said coldly, “Do a hit now.” Timmy hung his head, knowing that deep down he really wanted this, and took a big hit. The spot opened and the tool went forward, Dimitri keeping subtle pressure on it, it went another entire 3/4 inch before it hit another hard place and Dimitri stopped. The boy groaned, “Fuck daddy, fuck.” Dimitri smiled and started light fucking the spot, this time subtly shifting the direction of the toy, seeking entrance, Timmy giving little cries each time. “Take a four big hits of poppers,” Dimitri commanded, “then gently push out like we taught you before.” Timmy obediently replied, and when he Dimitri felt the boy push back Dimitri pushed, a bit harder, and the toy went in another full inch. Dimitri stopped pushing and just kept his thumb on the toy, keeping a constant pressure. Because the boy was still flying from the poppers, the pressure slowly inched the toy in. Dimitri kept the pressure up, slow and steady—this had taken decades of practice to perfect—and the toy sunk deeper, about 3/4 of inch. Dimitri kept the pressure steady but the toy stayed put. Dimitri smiled, this one was going to hurt. As he began to come down Timmy could really feel the hard stick in his ass. He groaned, and then his ass spasmed and he shrieked. “Suck on that with your asshole boy, control you hole,” Dimitri said, “If you clamp down it’s going to hurt worse.” As he did as he was told, the thing went slowly deeper. Timmy groaned and he felt his body freeze, pain deep in his gut, but he knew he had to try to keep suckling or it would be bad. They reached a spot, though were the pain was too searing and intense and the toy stopped. Timmy moaned, just the very faint pressure Dimitri was using ached. Timmy could tell Dimitri liked this—the man’s huge cock throbbed underneath his stomach, making his abs wet with precum. Dimitri kept him like that, for just a few seconds. Then he said, “Push back boy, hard.” When Timmy did he felt the toy enter whatever deep and painful ring or place this was and keep going. Dimitri pushed harder and the toy slide forward, a second later Dimitri used his friend hand to delivery a huge, painful spank it the twinks ass and the toy jerked forward. Timmy screamed loudly. Dimitri immediately stopped, watching as Timmy writhed and jerked beneath, his colon painfully cramping around the toy, adjusting and straightening. Dimitri just let it happen, and as it subsided, he said flatly “You will learn to control your hole. Make your hole massage that thin rod.” Timmy struggled to comply, his body shaking. Dimitri smiled, his eyes tinted red with the Dragons cruelty, so close to breaking he could taste it. It was time. He kept a slight pressure leaned forward and put the toy against the space below his pecs. Reaching around with both long arms he grabbed the boys wrists and the same time and in a swift motion, locked each each wrist to each ankle. Then, he affixed the ankle cuffs to a rope tied to the rubber bed on each side and tightened Timmy into complete bondage. Next Dimitri took his each of his big hands and licked his two longest fingers all around making them quite wet. Then he licked the space between them and then about inch below that on the front and back of his hand. He then lay his each hand down into a wide tray in a drugs box on each side of the boy and coated all the wet areas of both with Tina crushed into an ultra fine powder. Leaning slightly forward, he began to apply a constant pressure to the tool, pushing harder against the soft tender sore spot with his massive chest. He lined a Tina-coated hand in the small bird shape on either side of the thin roof. “Push out slut” he ordered. As Timmy did, Timmy drove both his his hands into the boy around the toy heading quickly for the second hole. He drove his two fingers and most of both palms in hard though the second hole, and then he began to quickly move his palms and hands around to deposit the Tina in as many spots as he could. Timmy went immediately rigid and despite being bound, the sudden painful push made him levitate, as the two fists brutally entered him he screamed, then began screaming as second hole began flaming with the fire of Tina. When Dimitri was satisfied most of the Tina was distributed, he pushed his hands forward until both wrists were resting inside the boys second hole. Then he waited, relishing the boys distress, surprise, and fear. He kept a constant pressure from his chest on the toy, which was now about 2/3 of the way in. It took the boy several minutes to settle down, for the Tina to start working its magic. And then with little screams of agony, the boys deepest hole opened in a spasm the he took another inch. He pressed harder with his powerful chest, and Timmy groaned. And then over and over until the toy was buried all the way, Timmy’s spasmed, devouring the toy like the hungry pussy he was becoming. Each time Timmy screamed with agony, then paused, and Dimitri felt the moment the drugs addled his brain and his mind subciously opened his hole and another inch went in. Dimitri was perfectly still, waiting to see if the boy would break. Timmy struggled at the simultaneous sudden deep pain and the massive stretch in his much looser outer hole. He struggled to understand what Dimitri had done. He realized he was utterly helpless, bound tightly and all he could do was try to accommodate what the man demanded. He decided the deep penetration was the part that hurt the most. He’d been stretched so much in his outer two holes that they were more forgiving. He struggled to calm down, to control his hole. He tried to suckle on the deep pain, to welcome it. Suddenly as the need for hard use, that dark magic of the Tina rush, reached his deepest colon. Timmy relaxed his tense shoulders and loosened his abdomen, settling his abs back down on the huge, dripping cock of his Lord and Master. “Hurt me, my lord, hurt me!” Timmy shrieked, “Hurt me! Please, I beg you, use me!” Dimitri let him beg, feeling the gorgeous little Twink’s need grow. The boys hair was plastered to his head and sweat dripped off of him because of his suffering. He didn’t move a muscle because despite his begging, the boy wasn’t ready for more. He was broken, yes—Dimitri’s cock throbbed—and even if Dimitri did nothing else to him tonight, was locked into craving this kind of use, of needing it. But his body hadn’t caught up with the surrender of his soul. So Dimitri waited, and waited, a full five minutes. Then convinced the need was real and the hole was as calm as it could possibly get given what he’d just done to it. “I own you boy,” Dimitri said, gently sliding his smaller left hand back out of the boys second ring. The boy sighed as the intense pressure in his inner hole was relived a bit. “I am your only source of. pleasure”, Dimitri said flatly, his hand gently massaging the walls of boy’s outer hole. “And I am also a source of pain.” As he said the word pain, Arthur used his thumb to reach down in the boys open rectum and gently push the long toy deeper and deeper. Timmy groaned, “Hurt me, master,” and Dimitri pushed the toy firmly. Timmy’s deepest cunt was open and welcoming for the first three inches, but the last four were much harder. Dimitri slowed down but he did not stop. The boy was beyond receiving any such consideration and Dimitri pushed until its base was lodged right at the begginig of the boys second hole. Timmy was again rigid, struggling, but he did not scream or cry out. He worked hard to open himself, to accept this new defilement, to take on this new world of pain. Dimitri smiled and began gently fucking the boy, making minute adjustments, fucking the deep spot in multiple directions, stretching the hole. Timmy struggled, but the Tina was making him crave the pain of this new, cruel stretch. Dimitri paused for about 30 seconds, then he made his smaller hand into a small, partial fist, and grabbing hold of the toy he began to pull out of the boys outer hole, gently and slowly stretching the hole. Timmy moaned, and arched his back, as Dimitri slowly stretched his rectum wide. Almost as soon as he was out of the boy with the smaller hand he reminded him of his power with his bigger hand still buried in the boys second hole. He began to gently push, trying to gain deeper purchase. He didn’t want to get far, just remind Timmy of all the ways he owned his hole. He reached a deeper place that still mostly swollen, aiming his longest finger in the center of the hole he pushed forward gently. Timmy froze in pain, already panting. “I am your Lord,” Dimitri said quietly, keeping a slight, but constant pressure with his entire folded hand on the sore spot. As Timmy’s hole gave way just slightly, Timmy started shaking. Dimitri kept this up until his hand was in the velvet, red hot flesh to Dimitri’s huge knuckles. Timmy was shaking and rigid at the same time, mouth open at the violation. Dimitri held it there and the minute the boy began to calm, he pushed very slightly harder until his knuckles were enveloped in hot flesh. And then he began to gently fuck, slowing increasing his movements until his hand was withdrawing and entering the sore spot like it was a ring of muscle. For Timmy it felt like a burning tree trunk was fucking him, but as time went on, he began to crave it. When the boy began to clearly participate, pushing back, Dimitri went in slowly deeper, making Timmy buck and neigh like a horse bit by a snake. Dimitri smiled darkly, and began to slowly move his hand around. Timmy went rigid, and began struggling. Dimitri kept him at this point of discomfort for a few minutes then he straightened his direction and pushed, ever so gently, until Timmy was quaking in pain. Satisfied the boy was at the edge of losing it, he gently gave a small flex of his hand and keeping his fist ever so largely enlarged he moved just a milimeter forward and stopped. The boy was in agony at first, the cruel fist felt like fire, but, as Dimitri waited, testing the boys brokenness. And sure enough Timmy began to crave it. Dimitri smiled darkly and made his folded bird fist just a little harder and took some more swollen hole. Now Timmy lost it, and despite his bounds, tried to get away yelping and begging. But he could go no where, his ankles and wrist firmly fastened together, his hole exposed for whatever cruelties his Master inflicted. Dimitri knew this was enough and, leaving his fist enlarged he gently began to pull back, occasionally pausing to gently fist fuck the boyhole forearm deep. Timmy immediately switched gears from whining in pain to being wild with pleasure, wanting the fist fuck to never end. Dimitri gave him just enough to leave his hole hungry until he got to the boys outer hole. Then he slowly made a big fist, turned it square, and every so slowly gave the little cunt’s rectum a huge wide painful stretch. Timmy lay panting, and sweat trickled off of him from the enormous effort his body had just been through. Dimitri grabbed a small rock, put on his palm, balled his fist up, and went in. He leaned forward, and with his free hand, roughly turned the boys head for some rough kissing. “What are you boy?” Dimitri demanded. “I am your slave, my lord,” Timmy said eyes wide and serious, “I am nothing but a hole, a cunt, a pussy for you to destroy.” “Damn right you are,” Dimitri said, he then made his fist smaller and pushed until Timmy was rigid and panting, and Dimitri was about six inches from his giant elbow, and he released the rock into the boypussy and slowly slid out. He smiled, eyes glowing red from the dragon. It was time to break the boy a second time. He restrained the boy further, strapping one arm out straight but immovable and strapping his thighs and legs until he was immobilized. He strapped Timmy’s head to one size, making a vein in his neck available should he decide to point him there. He slipped a small poppers mask around the boys face and gave him the little push button to squeeze. He was giving the boy few choices. Timmy’s role was to be a hole. Dimitri lined up a very long, semirigid toy. It was a stack of four teardrop shaped plugs, each one growing larger, the final one a real cunt wrecker for the boy’s stretched out first hole. He choose a medium size one, too large for the boy to take comfortably. Timmy would have to work. Sliding the first plug in was easy, but going in the second hole was slower. The head of the first teardrop went through the second hole smoothly, but Timmy moaned as the business end stretched him. Dimitri smiled, this was going to be fun. He gave the boy a second and then pushed, the first head sliding through the long length of the sigmoid colon as the second plug entered the space and the third, much larger plug stretched Timmy’s rectum. He worked slowly but deliberately, and saw the boy wisely using the poppers to help. The boy cried out as the big end of the teardrop entered his second hole. Dimitri slowed down, ostensibly for kindness but really so the boy would feel the stretch. When he got the third ring to its widest point in the boys outer hole he stopped, knowing that meant he was stopping the stretch of the other parts of the boy at the most difficult point. Timmy was panting, saying softly “Oh, oh, oh.” Dimitri pulled the toy back. “Breathe out completely, slave,” Dimitri ordered, “Then full your lungs full of poppers. Do it twice”. Timmy complied and this time he slowly pushed the toy so that all three plugs were inside. Timmy was silent and rigid, then he remembered himself and started to try to slow his breathing, groaning as his hole spasmed around the deep fullness. After giving g the boy about thirty seconds, Dimitri ordered him to do another two full hits of poppers. And as he breathed out the second hit, Dimitri slowly pulled the toy out. Dimitri did this routine over and over again, never going deeper than the third plug. As the boys hole loosened, he’d push the toy in to the third plug, then pull it back to its widest point and hold it. Each time he did this wide stretch, he’d increase the time he made the boy’s hole hold the big stretch. Then, as the hole loosened more, he started gently and slowly fucking the boy with the toy—starting with a gentle rocking and working up to brining the thing out about midway. Finally, satisfied the boy was loosening up, he lodged the big toy in and ordered the boy to do four complete hits of poppers, breathing out all the way and then inhaling the strong chemicals until his lungs were full. When the boy did the fourth big hit, Dimitri began to gently push. He worked very slowly, allowing the boys cunt to open. He kept the pressure on, but did not force it. This was a massive toy going quite deep. It would be causing enough sensations at the line of pleasure/pain on its own. When the toy got to right before the widest point, he paused. “Do another four big hits of poppers, little whore,” Dimitri ordered, “Then very gently push out.” Dimitri pushed the toy gently as he felt the boy obey his order, and the toy slid into its widest point. He would have slid right in, but Timmy’s destiny was to suffer, and so he paused. Timmy struggled, panting as the very wide parts of the toy stretch him from deep inside to his rectum. Then Dmitri gently pushed all four plugs home. Timmy groaned deeply, panting heavily, but Dimitri was proud to see he didn’t tense up. “Fuck,” Timmy breathed, “Oh fuck that’s deep, hurts daddy, hurts so good.” Dimitri smiled. It was time. He grabbed a .3 point and tied the boys arm off. Working quickly he swabbed, then inserted the point into his own vein: Timmy was getting infected with his strain no matter what. Then he inserted the needle in the twinks beautifully defined arm, registered and slowly depressed the needle. As soon as the drugs were in the boys veins he deftly removed the needle and the arm tie, and let the boy cough and fly. Timmy was chanting the mantra of all bottoms who were pointed for the first time, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Dimitri grinned, and returned to the boys hole. He grabbed the big toy and as he gently began to push, he said, “Yep, I am going to fuck you good.” He gently pushed the toy until he had about an inch of the handle buried inside the boy. Then he gently pulled the toy out and started again, doing this over and over and each time burying just a little more of the handle up the boys chute. Timmy for his part was lost. His hole was like a dark void, he’d never felt such hunger. Strange and terrible energies surged inside him, and every fuck of the huge toy felt like agony and bliss. When his hole was empty for those few seconds, as Dimitri let the twinks rose close before fucking him again, though, now that yawning emptiness was nothing but pure agony. “Fuck me,” Timmy panted, “Fuck me.” Dimitri smiled, and went up a size. Dimitri went slow, but even as high as he was, Timmy could definitely fill it. Dimitri was relentless and he pushed the big toy home. Timmy was panting and groaning around the monster. Dimitri paused for a second and then pushed in another inch. Timmy went rigid in shock, Dimitri paused again, and then slowly pushed as the boy’s hole opened despite everything and the handle of the toy was buried another inch. Timmy cried out, surprised at the fuck. Dimitri gave him a minute and slowly pulled out. He then went back down a size, pushing the toy in harder, once it was in he began rocking the toy until the hole loosed enough that he could gently fuck him. He removed the smaller toy and then pushed the larger toy in, burying about half the handle in before stopping. Timmy’s hole was so needy, he didn’t go rigid, although he did shout out. Dimitri then pulled the toy out and began to alternate between the two until the hole was loose enough he could gently fuck him with the bigger toy. He did this for a long time—probably an hour, before he went up another size, very slowly filling and stretching the boy with a even more giant tool. As the toy entered him, he reached down and hit the release valve on the poppers tube, meaning the boy was inhaling poppers with every breather. When the hole finally took the massive final plug, the boy was filled deep with a tool the size of the third ring of the second toy. His second ring has been stretched with a third plug the size of the fourth ring, and a massive fourth one was lodged inside his rectum. It was the largest toy Timmy had ever taken, and Dimitri had made him take it before he was ready. As Dimitri knew he would, Timmy had taken the toy smoothly. But it was a huge, shocking stretch. Timmy was breathing and panting hard. Dimitri smiled and loosened the kids bonds, leaving his hands and ankles strapped down. and brought the boy’s swearing face up and started fucking the kids throat deep. After he’d cum down the boys throat, choking the willing, tweaked slave with rope after rope of cum, he pulled a paddle out. He gave the boy ten hard spanks on each cheek to make him tense up and release and around d the huge toy. Then he unstrapped him, and tongue half-way down the beautiful dark haired twinks throat, he him in the sling. He gave him a fresh bottle of poppers and replaced the poppers mask around his nose, giving the kid free use of the poppers. Dimitri used the gorgeous little cunt for hours and hours. The big slam continued its dark work and the boy took everything his Master demanded. Dimitri had given himself a small point so he could keep up with the needy twink pussy. He never went up in size beyond what he’d used—he had at least a century and probably more with the boy, so he was in no hurry. But he constantly changed the shape, rigidity, and intensity of the hole play. He’d spend half an hour with one toy, then punch the boy with his squared fist, then feed him a big chain of balls, ripping it out always a little too fast. He’d fuck him, sometimes with his fist inside. Throughout the Dark Lord remained in charge of the boys hole and Timmy would beg for more. Finally, the energy of the slam began to wane. As it did Timmy began to come down, to come into himself. As he did, Dimitri noticed a change in him, a change he’d breen banking on. Timmy looked at him with a gaze of utter devotion and reliance. His angelic face needy, he begged his master to slam him again, to let him experience that again. But Dimitri denied this, telling the boy he would have many slams over several lifetimes, but now he should be content and let his Master have his hole. And so Dimitri used the boy until the hole began to get sore again, fisting the boys deepest depths in their fiery heat. Timmy remained horny and still high, but he began to see the wisdom of his master’s decision to wind things down. So, finally Dimitri picked the boy up and gave the boy’s hole a cleansing enema. He then carried him into the bedroom and gave him a final fuck, reluctantly pulling his big cock out afterwards. After Timmy cleaned the huge tool with his mouth, the boy swallowed two Ambien with a mouthful of Dimitri’s piss. And they slept.

What are your thoughts regarding thongs. Personally, I am not a fan. I would rather to be in or see a dude in a jockstrap.

god I wish I could go to this bar all oblivious to the lions den I walked into and get my drink spiked and wake up with a sore boipussy strapped into one of those benches after hours of being used as a Petri dish for all their loads

I'm still looking forward to seeing where parts 5+ go... will they accept their lovde of being cumdumps, will they get the fuck flu, will 'top' hubby get pozzed by bttm cumdump?... lots of potential avenues 😈

I've done it in a gay bar, with the bartender grinning as I ordered a beer with cum on my face / in my beard. I've walked the blocks back to my hotel, then thru the hotel lobby, from taking loads on my face in a bar, but it was always 3 AM or later, so few people saw. I have stepped out of an ABS booth into a crowded hallway with cum on my face / in my beard for all the other customers to see. I love the horrified and/or deeply concerned reactions of some. "Dude... DUDE! You've got... [whispered] cum in your beard!" My fantasy is to get a ridiculous amount of cum on my face / in my beard / on my tits and do the cumwalk of shame somewhere really public. Add a wet spot in the buttcrack of my shorts to make it even more humiliating. (And why not have one of my nuts out?)

Part 8: Griff: Colin’s fist in buried in me and I’m in sheep ecstasy knowing he’s pummeling my guts with his rapid fire punches. Tom and Tag joined us after we’d been missing for an hour of depraved pozzing fucking and found Colin fisting me. Tag’s eyes widend. “Looks like you brotherlover wants to try, Tom, why don’t you open up his cunt with this.” Colin smirks at Tom as he throws him a massive dildo that had recently been up my wrecked cunt. That’s how I came to be side by side with Tag, making out as both our holes got destroyed by the men we loved the most. Colin pulled his hand out slowly before saying “I’m gonna fill u with my chempiss boy”. I grunted my need for his partied up urine deep in my guts and seconds later felt the shove of his cock in my hole. The heat of the warm piss filling me. A slight sting as the chems infiltrated my torn up cunt. “Now I have to go too” I said. “Shoot that chem stream” Colin ordered jerking my cock and pointing it in tags direction. “I want to drink it” Tag declared. “It’s too bitter, baby. The chems effect the flavor.” “Then Colin will hold me down while your force me. I want it. Feed me your chem piss.” Colin grunted a feral grunt of approval. I looked to him as he nodded. Tag gleefully took my cock in his mouth and the warmth of his tongue proved to much I let my stream go as Colin held his head in place forcing him to drink. He sputtered some back onto my crotch which I rubbed onto myself. Luxuriating in my own filth. I looked to Tom who brought a finger to his lip in secrecy. Then I looked down as he lined his meth covered cock up next to the large dildo already impaling Tag. As tag was swallowing Colin had me pause me stream long enough to give Tag a hit of Poppers. And just after in one thrust Tom impaled him. Double penetrating alongside the silicone wonder. Tag moaned at the welcome intrusion, the stretch and the burn from the tina. I finished my stream. As Tim said “now I’m filling your hole with MY piss, bro.” Tag was in heavan. I was envious of how high he was getting til I turned back to Colin. As if he was a mind reader he was bringing a fresh point to my vein. register. Rush. FUUUUUUUUCKKKKK. By morning every single debauched thing had been achieved. Tag and Tom told Griff and Colin of their plan to move away. Build a life together where no one knows they are brothers. Be husbands. Be everything. They left around noon. I looked to Colin. My master, my future. “What do you think, slave” ”I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been” ”Today’s Sunday but tomorrow I’m taking you to city hall and making this permanent. We’re beating them to the alter.” “Good.” ”and your getting your biohazard tat as soon as you test poz” ”Yes, sir. What now?!” ”Well. They may be gone. But our party is just getting started.” Colin said. Pulling out two fat points and pushing down his jockstrap so his thick, beautiful cock fell out. Fuck. Yes. THE END

Another Real Experience - Jersey Boy Gives In To Temptation I used to play fairly regularly in and around Jersey City, for a while there were a good number of party guys living there with a lot of excellenT group scenes. It became evident after a year or so of playing with several guys down there regularly that despite being New Jersey's third largest city, AND directly across the Hudson and only a one stop PATH train ride from Manhattan, that it was still a pretty small pnp community where every guy knew everyone else. I played a lot with a guy in Journal Square, a hot guy I'll call Trace who was an exotic dancer/escort/masseuse. He was of mixed Greek and Native American heritage, wore his very black hair long with a full beard, looking very much like a pirate - but a pirate that was 5'6". That said, he had a ripped body and a big cock that looked even bigger on his small frame. He hired out exclusively as a top but when "off-duty" he liked to switch off - he liked my leather daddy style and we would blow clouds or get to the point and then play with our mutual fetish gear, get very oral and then he'd want to get fucked. Being a bottom and the whole "cleaning out" process was new to him, so this sometimes resulted in some unpleasantness, but we generally had fun, and soon enough he had other guys coming to join our sessions. Since group scenes are very much my favorite, I was pleased. Frequently these additional guys include Donnie, his candyman, a light skinned African-American kid who claimed to be more straight than bi or gay, and generally got blown while he was there or he topped one of the other guys... ocassionally though, if he was done his business for the evening he'd get very spun and would suck cock or even ocassionally get fucked. He never let Trace fuck him, claiming his cock was too big. Again, this only happened if he had no more business and around guys he knew very VERY well. There were other times when he'd bring guys with him - straight guys from the neighborhood who had done a lot of business with Donnie. White, Black, Latino, Asian, all kinds of guys but generally young, a bit street tough (which doesn't impress me, but works for lots of guys) and were tweaked enough that the offer of a long hot blowjob was irresistable to them, even if it was from another guy. Three of Trace's regular play buds - Jake, Aaron and Carlos - were totally into this. They loved getting on their knees and sucking off these "guests" of Donnie's. Trace and I would do some good oral work as well, but it was understood that we were NOT the subservient type and would brook NO disrespect or trash talk. We'd often wind up topping Jake, Aaron or Carlos while they performed oral duties on the guests, and some seemed to get off on it. Carlos was a thin somewhat effeminate latino with a heart of gold who was a devout bottom who could ocassionally throw an amazing fuck himself; Jake was a white blond buzz-cut gas-station attendant with a goatee, tats all over his ripped hairless body an amazing ass and small but generally hard dick; and then there was Aaron, whom I knew from before meeting Trace - a closeted divorced white Italian bi-guy - cute face, dark hair, a trifle chubby but sexy, with a beautiful ass that could take any cock or hand or arm or toy or (yes) baseball bat! And he was raising a 9 year old son on his own, living with his parents and working for a bank where they though he was the straightest guy on the planet. One of the "guests" that showed up a few times was a Construction Worker named Ralph. He was actually Jake's cousin, and got into this whole thing accidentally - somehow stumbling into Jake and Donnie and being introduced to Miss T, only to discover that his cousin Jake - so butch and dangerous looking - enjoyed getting high then sucking dick and getting his ass plowed bareback by whatever cocks he could get. Stunned, Ralph apparently just watched the first two times but then agreed to come to Trace's place for some head and good T. Ralph was 25 at the time, a tall trim white guy about 6'3", shaved head and scruff patch below his mouth, hairy body (reddish blond body hair) a lot of tats, nice arm and leg muscles with a long thin cock and a high muscular ass. (Regular readers will know where this is going...). There was supposed to be a girlfriend around somewhere. He very much turned me on, and I would be first to suck him each time he came to Trace's - he seemed to enjoy my oral attention as well as BJs from Trace, Carlos, Aaron, and even ocassionally Donnie - but never his cousin Jake. Ralph would watch while I fucked the other guys and ocassionally got fucked myself. The first time he watched Trace fuck me, and saw me actually enjoying getting that big piece in my hole, his eyebrows nearly went over the top of his head. He coughed out a cloud of T smoke he'd been inhaling, and said, "seriously dude, you LIKE that? I thought you only played the man's part, not the bitch's part!" I told him that first, yes, I liked it; second, yes I preferred to top but really, really preferred both in the same session; and third, never call me a bitch if you want to keep all of your teeth. "If a guy WANTS you to call him names like that, it's cool, but getting fucked doesn't make you any less a man." He seemed very thoughtful. I noticed he also watched very intently whenever anyone was being rimmed. Eventually Trace's place was too small for some of our gatherings and Aaron presented us with a solution - his parents would be out-of-town for a week and we could come play in their basement that first Friday night as soon as his kid went to bed. Jake had let us all know that Ralph would be coming and thought he might be brave enough and ready enough to top someone that evening. We met up at Trace's place and got our supplies together, and all took some little blue magic to stay hard while blowing clouds with a few of us trading shotguns as we waited for Aaron to call and let us know his son was asleep and we could come over. The call came sooner than expected, and we headed out to the two cars - mine and Jake's - and somehow I wound up driving Ralph and Donnie while Jake drove Trace and Carlos. During the drive Donnie got Ralph higher while we talked about what he might be into doing that night. He was obviously very turned on and his inhibitions were almost completely eliminated - mentioning that he had really cleaned up in the shower so he could have someone rim his hole. We wound up arriving at Aaron's parents' house first - a suburban split level with the lower level playroom all set up for a sex party... sling, rim-seat, play mats, toys and gay bb porn on the big screen. (I kept wondering exactly how Aaron would ezplain this if his kid woke up and came down for a glass of water...). Jakes car arrived about 10 minutes later. Seems that he picked up a couple of other guys, Tyrell and Matt, two somewhat thuggy down-low types, one black the other white. We all got naked and blew clouds some more clouds , and I wound up by chance or someone else's design with Ralph mostly to myself while Trace, Carlos, Jake and Aaron played up to these new guys and Donnie busied himself preparing all of our enhancements for the evening. Ralph even accepted some shotguns from me, and when I got him to sit in the rimchair, he inhaled some Maximum Impact while I gave him his first salad tossing. He had a beautiful ass, clean and great-tasting, and we both really enjoyed it. We moved over to a couch to let others use the chair and I gave Ralph a nice blowjob while he sucked down somemore clouds. He told me to stand up while he stayed seated, and then looked up at me and said softly, "I better try this before I chicken out", then took the head of my cock and part of the shaft into his mouth. It was only for a few minutes, and it was very inexpert, but he was enthusiastic and I was so turned on by the situation that I almost shot. Amazingly, Donnie was the only one to notice this and sauntered over holding something behind his back with his cock dangling in front. Ralph actually sucked it in for a few licks before he looked up at me and told me he wanted to fuck me. Donnie pulled the two needleless syringes from behind his back and said that a booty-bump each would get us in the mood for fucking, saying he'd do me while I did Ralph. I got down on all fours in front of Ralph and pushed his legs up. I started to rim the young stud's hole again while Donnie rimmed mine and then I inserted the syringe in his hairy pucker while Donnie inserted one into mine. A minute or two later and Ralph and I were soaring. Donnie told us he'd be back and went to do some more chemistry. Ralph asked me to "sit on his dick" and I responded "gladly". He remained seated on the couch and picked up the Tina pipe as I straddled him and aligned my hole over his very hard - thanks to Vitamin V and his enthusiasm - supposedly straight cock. He pulled my head into his and blew his cloud into my mouth. As I sank to his balls he hissed "yessssssssss". We started a slow grinding fuck, that frankly felt amazing, and sure enough the shotgunning turned into face-sucking deep kissing. I told him he felt amazing and smiled but asked like before "and you really like that?" I responded enthusiastically "yes". We fucked like that for quite a while, eventually just slowly pumping as he spoke again. Speaking softly, he told me that this whole scene he'd been watching these few times turned him on immensely and he was constantly thinking about it. He had thought he might be gay when he was in his early teens, but the only gays he knew were very flamboyant - which was not him at all he confessed - and that his father and brothers and buddies all considered gay guys to be beneath contempt, failed men who wanted to be women. Since none of this seemed to apply to him, he decided that he could not be one of THEM and tried to forget his interest and just concentrate on girls. Having watched us these couple of times, and having been lectured by me, he realized that gay sex was no threat to his masculinity. He'd been hoping that tonight he'd get high enough and brave enough to try it all, and said he'd even looked up how to clean his hole out, and had practiced a few times sticking something up his butt. I looked him in the eye, squeezing his cock in my hole, and said "are you saying what I think you're saying?" and looking like a lost little kid he said "I know my ass isn't as hot as Carlos' or Trace's or Aaron's but do you think you'd want to fuck me for my first time?" Seriously? He had to ASK? And personally, I thought his ass was HOTTER. Donnie had quietly moved back our way and caught the last part of this. He leaned down and whispered to us that he could make that easier on Ralph but first told us to suck his cock between us - Ralph looked at the caramel colored tool between us and smiled, we kissed it and traded sucking it for a few minutes until Donnie said he'd better go get what Ralph needed for his virgin ride. "That gives me time to finish fucking YOU," Ralph said and suddenly started a piston fuck that despite me being on top nearly blew me off his lap. Donnie returned with some cups with a bit of G and juice which we all downed, then points - he did me first, then Ralph and then himself - Ralph coughed and then whispered "do me man". I knelt on the floor with him on the edge of the couch. Pulling his long legs up, I tongued his soon to be cherry-popped manhole while he moaned and we heard Donnie cough. Bringing Ralph's legs to rest over my shoulder, I quickly used just a bit of lube and placed the head of my cock against his now pliant hole. Donnie had him suck on a cloth covered with Max Impact and slowly but surely my cock sank into his warm snug hole. Ralph began to moan as I slid in, taking a few minutes, but finally feeling my balls slapping on his butt. His own cock was back to being rock hard and felt amazing pressed up against me. I started to pump slowly when he nodded at me, and shortly he sighed "so good"... that's when I felt a welcome invasion between my own legs as Donnie knelt behind me and slid his shaft into me. We fucked like that for a few minutes, until Ralph said he was a bit uncomfortable and could he sit on me the way I did on him? Donnie pulled out of me and Ralph sat on my lap and onto my cock - a bit too fast if the wideness of his eyes was any sign - but Donnie was there putting the glass cock to our mouths and we all traded clouds as Ralph rode my cock and really started to enjoy himself. Donnie presented his cock for our inspection and again we spent time kissing each other and the cock between us. After a bit, Ralph turned around to a reverse cowboy so he could suck Donnie's cock much more efficiently and deeply. This was when the other guys FINALLY noticed what was going on (see what two big thug cocks can do to distract some guys?)... there were a number of gasps, and some complaints that we were "ruining a top", but they eventually got over it. We did mix and match more after that - I fucked Trace, Aaron, Jake and amazingly, Donnie, and got fucked by Carlos (!), and by Tyrell and Matt who were wonderfully large, but lacking a bit in finesse. I think I blew and rimmed everyone at some point, and got fucked by and fucked both Ralph and Donnie again. I got to watch Ralph turn insatiable, sucking every cock there (if not expertly) including his cousin - getting into a hot 69 with his cousin Jake while getting fucked by Donnie while Jake was fucked by me. Ralph also fucked Aaron and then fucked his cousin Jake - and he GOT fucked by not just Donnie and me, but by Carlos (again surprising) and briefly by Jake and Trace. Tyrell tried to get in him, but was just too big, and Ralph was just a bit too sore - the spirit was willing but the flesh was just too new at this! On the way back to Trace's at 4:30AM or so, I told him to try a good soak in the tub either now or when he got up the next day, and to not be surprised if his ass was really sore from all this. Amazingly, I got a call from Ralph early the next afternoon saying he "needed more". I drove down to Jersey City and met him at Trace's and the three of us fucked round-robin style for a few more hours, blowing some clouds, watching bb porn and reliving Ralph's amazing experience the night before. Ralph eventually wound up getting into a relationship with a Realtor friend of mine in Hoboken before they moved to the Keys. His deflowering will always be a great memory for me!

As soon we tell Larry that Tommy and I both want to become POZ he is very happy and says it will be done one at a time , Tommy will be first and I’m to assist thous who will be infecting Tommy and his after care when he turns POZ and once he does it will be my turn to join the brother hood. The day before Tommy is going to be bread POZ he is given some meds like you are going for a colonoscopy so his hole will be clean and nothing to interfere with the toxic loads that will be deposited in Tommy pristine clean hole.They are going to do a gang bang on Tommy and its 6 who are all off meds with a high VL over 600,000 who will be breading and paying a nice big fee to knock Tommy up. The next day I take Tommy to the room that will change his life for ever , so when we get there the 6 are waiting for Tommy. They all are giving Tommy the once over grabbing his ass and taking Tommy over to the bed to inspect his body and 2 of them say at the same time very fresh meat , another one ask Tommy does he knows what is about to happen to him , Tommy says the 6 of you are here to give me your toxic loads and to help join the POZ Brotherhood. I’m there is just a small briefs and my dick bulging out as I’m so turned on. They ask me to keep Tommy happy by me giving Tommy his first slam as they all took turns working the tooth brush in his hole. Once Tommy hole is nice and raw and I see some blood they start 3 of them have P.A. on their dicks with a spike ball on the P.A. I gave his a heavy slam and hope it would make it easier for Tommy but it’s not as they are being very ruff with him calling him a negative faggot and his cries were being drowned out with a dick in his mouth , the bloody cum is running out of his hole and they have their pink cum cleaned by Tommy mouth . About 20 loads we put into Tommy hole as they left I installed a large plug in his wreck hole then put a strap around him so the plug would stay in. When they leave is in bad shape as I lay there with him , we are there for the rest of the night and Tommy is walking blow legged as it helps with the pain , as the nurse walks in he wants to inspect Tommy and see how much damage to him once he pulls the plug out . No cum is leaking out and that is a very good sign as Tommy body has absorbed the toxic cum into his body. My time will come once Tommy body has converted over to the POZ Brotherhood.