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Greg's pulse raced as he stepped into the sprawling backyard of the older man's house, the scent of sizzling sausages and beer mingling with the sharp tang of chlorine from the nearby pool. He'd met the host Victor just hours earlier in a dingy public toilet stall off the main drag, where Victor's thick fingers had pinned him against the graffiti-scratched wall while his cock plunged deep into Greg's eager hole. 'Come to my Melbourne Cup BBQ,' Victor had grunted mid-thrust, breath hot against Greg's neck. 'Bring that tight ass.' Greg, always up for more, had nodded, cum still leaking down his thighs as he pulled up his jeans. Now, under the Australian sun, the party buzzed with about a dozen men milling around, laughter booming over the clink of glasses. Greg didn't recognize a soul, his stomach twisting with that mix of nerves and excitement. He grabbed a scotch and coke from the cooler, the burn of liquor steadying him as he sipped, eyes darting over the crowd. Victor clapped him on the shoulder, haded him a shot and introducing him vaguely before vanishing into his guests. Another drink in, Greg felt the warmth spread, loosening his limbs. He wandered toward the edge of the yard, where a sturdy metal frame caught his eye—a sex swing, suspended from a reinforced beam on the patio, its leather straps swaying gently in the breeze. Leaning against the frame was a massive bear of a man: broad-chested, hairy as fuck, with a gut that strained his tank top and thighs like tree trunks in cargo shorts. His beard was thick and salt-and-pepper, eyes locking onto Greg with a predatory gleam. 'First time here?' the bear rumbled, voice deep enough to vibrate through Greg's chest. He extended a meaty hand. 'Name's Hank. You look like you could use some company.' Greg shook it, the grip firm and lingering. 'Greg. Yeah, just got invited by Victor. Don't know anyone else.' They chatted easily—about the race, the drinks, the heat—Hank's gaze dropping pointedly to Greg's crotch more than once. The scotch flowed, Greg's third now, blurring the edges of his caution. Hank's hand brushed his arm, then rested on his lower back, thumb circling teasingly. Suddenly, Victor's voice boomed over the speakers. 'Lads! Race is starting in five! Get ready!' A flurry erupted—shirts yanked off, shorts dropping to ankles. Men stripped down to nothing or jockstraps that framed bulging packages and furry asses. Cocks swung free, half-hard already, the air thick with musk and anticipation. Greg blinked, arousal hitting him like a freight train as naked bodies pressed close, hands groping freely. Hank grinned, stripping off his tank to reveal a forest of dark hair across his pecs and belly. 'Your turn, boy.' Before Greg could process, hands—Hank's and others—tugged at his clothes. Shirt gone, jeans shoved down, his own cock springing out, already leaking. They left him in his briefs, but Hank ripped those off too, leaving Greg bare and exposed. 'Into the sling,' Victor ordered, appearing with a wink. Greg's heart hammered as strong arms lifted him, settling his back against the padded support. Straps buckled around his thighs, spreading his legs wide, ankles hooked high. His ass hung open, hole twitching in the cool air, balls dangling vulnerably. The position arched his back, cock pointing skyward, pre-cum dribbling down the shaft. Hank dropped to his knees between Greg's splayed legs, face diving in without preamble. His beard scraped Greg's inner thighs as his tongue lapped broad and flat over Greg's hole, circling the rim before spearing inside. Greg gasped, head falling back, the wet heat of Hank's mouth devouring him. The bear ate ass like a starving man—sucking, probing, tongue-fucking deep while the TV blared the pre-race hype. Guests gathered, stroking themselves, murmurs of approval as Hank's saliva slicked Greg's crack, dripping down to his taint. The announcer's voice crackled: 'And they're into the gates!' Tension built, the crowd hushing. Hank pulled back, wiping his mouth, his own cock now free— a fat, uncut monster, veined and throbbing, at least nine inches of girth. He spat into his palm, slicking the head, eyes locked on Greg's. Gates clanged shut on screen. 'They're off!' the commentator yelled. Hank surged up, gripping Greg's hips, and rammed forward. No warning, no tease—his raw cock breached Greg's rim in one brutal shove, sinking balls-deep into the spit-lubed heat. Greg's cry echoed, the stretch burning fierce as Hank's girth split him open, pubes grinding against his ass. The bear didn't ease in; he pounded immediately, hips pistoning with ferocious speed, each thrust slamming home like a jackhammer. The race blurred on the TV—horses thundering, crowd roaring—but Greg's world was Hank's relentless fuck. The sling rocked with the force, chains rattling, Greg's body jolting forward on every plunge. Hank's balls slapped wetly against his cheeks, the raw friction dragging over his prostate, sparks exploding behind his eyes. 'Take it, you slut,' Hank growled, sweat beading on his hairy chest, one hand pinning Greg's thigh wider. The pace was merciless, Hank's grunts syncing with the announcer's calls—'He's out in front, by a mile, leading the pack!'—but Greg could only moan, hole clenching around the invading shaft, milking it greedily. His cock bounced untouched, leaking steadily, the public display heightening every sensation as eyes watched, cocks jerked. 'Photo finish!' The horses crossed the line, cheers erupting. Hank roared, burying deep and unloading—hot jets of cum flooding Greg's guts, pulsing thick and endless. The warmth spread, Hank grinding to wring out every drop before pulling out with a obscene squelch, seed oozing from Greg's gaping hole. No pause. A second man—lean, tattooed, jockstrap discarded—stepped up, cock rigid and dripping. He thrust in raw, using Hank's load as lube, fucking fast and shallow, hips blurring. Greg whimpered, overstimulated, ass slurping around the new intrusion. The man lasted barely a minute, groaning as he added his load, cum mixing and bubbling out. Third was quicker—a stocky guy with a pierced dick, shoving in without a word. He hammered erratically, the metal barbell scraping Greg's walls, before stiffening and pumping his release deep, grunting satisfaction. Panting, spent, Greg hung limp in the sling, hole wrecked and leaking a creamy trail down his crack. Victor helped lower his legs and climb out gently, helping him to his feet on wobbly legs. 'Welcome to the annual raw BBQ,' Victor said with a grin, clapping his shoulder. 'We are all POZ, fuck bare, share our DNA, keep the fun going. No loads wasted here.' Laughter rippled through the group, hands patting Greg's ass as invitations for more lingered in their eyes. Greg looked confused for a few moments as if trying to understand what Victor said. Greg's legs trembled as Victor steadied him, the slick mess from his ass trickling down his thighs, mixing with sweat under the relentless sun. The party's energy hadn't dimmed; naked bodies roamed freely, cocks still twitching from the race's excitement, the air heavy with the scent of cum and grilled meat. A few guys shot Greg appreciative nods, their eyes lingering on his reddened bum where the slings leather had pressed. One of them—a wiry guy in his forties with a shaved head and a tribal tattoo snaking down his arm—sidled up, bottle of beer in one hand and a small brown vial in the other. 'Hey' he said, voice gravelly from years of smokes. 'You look like you could use a hit .' He popped the cap, the sharp, chemical whiff hitting Greg's nose before he could react. Amyl nitrate—poppers. Nick pressed it under Greg's nostril. 'Inhale deep, mate. It'll make that ass sing.' Greg hesitated, but the post-fuck haze and the scotch buzzing in his veins won out. He sniffed hard, the fumes rushing up like fire, exploding in his brain. Heat bloomed in his chest, then lower, his hole clenching involuntarily around the emptiness, craving more. His vision sharpened, colors vivid, every nerve ending igniting. Suddenly, the world felt electric—cocks everywhere looked thicker, asses rounder, the need to get filled overwhelming. His resolve was crumbling under the rush, body arching toward anyone who glanced his way. Nick grinned, handing the vial away. 'That's it. Now, let's get you wet.' He grabbed Greg's wrist, pulling him toward the pool's edge where a cluster of men lounged on towels, stroking lazily. Without warning, Nick spun Greg around, shoving him to his knees on the warm concrete. 'Open up,' he was already bare, his semi-hard dick flopping out, foreskin peeled back to reveal a glistening head. Greg's mouth watered from the poppers' high, and he parted his lips instinctively. But Nick aimed lower, gripping his shaft and unleashing a hot stream of piss right onto Greg's chest. The acrid warmth splashed over his pecs, running in rivulets down his abs, soaking his pubes and dripping off his balls. Greg gasped, the humiliation twisting into thrill, his cock hardening fully as the urine hit his skin. Nick adjusted, pissing directly into Greg's open mouth—salty, bitter fluid flooding his tongue, forcing him to swallow or choke. Some spilled out, streaking his chin, while others at the party cheered, a couple joining in to add their streams, drenching Greg from head to toe in a golden shower. Soaked and reeking, Greg knelt there, the poppers keeping him pliant, eager. His hand wrapped around his own dick, jerking slowly as the piss pooled around his knees. Nick shook off the last drops onto Greg's face, then hauled him up by the armpits. 'Good boy. Now to the sling—more loads waiting.' They maneuvered Greg back to the sex swing, he climbed in willingly this time, legs spreading wide as straps secured him again, ass presented like an offering. The first of the two—a burly redhead with a beer gut and a thick, curved cock—didn't waste time. He hawked a glob of spit onto Greg's piss-slick hole and drove in raw, the slide easy from the cum already coating his insides. The redhead gripped the swing's chains for leverage, pulling Greg onto his dick with each thrust, balls slapping wetly. Greg moaned loud, the poppers amplifying every ridge and vein dragging inside him, his prostate throbbing under the assault. The redhead fucked steady, grunting with effort, sweat flying as he bottomed out repeatedly. Greg's body rocked, piss drying crusty on his skin, the degradation fueling his slutty haze. After a dozen deep pumps, the man tensed, slamming home and flooding Greg's guts with another hot load, cum churning with the previous deposits, leaking out in frothy white drops. Barely catching his breath, the second bloke stepped up—a lean guy with a trimmed beard and a long, straight cock that curved upward. He rubbed the head along Greg's crack, smearing the mess, then plunged in with a slick pop. This one went slower at first, savoring the sloppy heat, hips rolling to grind deep. More amyl and greg's hole sucked him in greedily, muscles fluttering from the overload. The bloke picked up speed, hands on Greg's thighs, nails digging in as he hammered away, the swing creaking under the rhythm. Greg's mind floated, lost in the sensation, until the man buried himself and erupted—pulse after pulse of seed painting his walls, the warmth seeping deeper. As the guy pulled out, a gush of mixed cum poured from Greg's ass, splattering the ground below. Victor helped Greg down again, but this time, whispers rippled through the crowd. Someone had overheard Greg's earlier chat with Hank—'Don't know anyone else'—and pieced it together. 'Wait, he's neg?' a voice muttered. Heads turned, eyes widening, then narrowing with wicked intent. Victor paused, brow furrowing. 'You serious, mate? Thought you were one of us.' The group closed in, cocks stirring back to life, a mix of surprise and opportunity lighting their faces. 'Well, fuck it,' Victor said, clapping Greg on the back. 'Looks like we've started your conversion party. No backing out now—you've already got four loads of poz cum swimming in that hole.' Greg's eyes widened, the poppers' fog parting just enough for reality to crash in. Poz? The word hit like a gut punch. He'd taken raw loads from strangers, bareback in the sling, and now... his ass clenched, feeling the fullness, the risk sinking in. Panic flickered, but the fumes lingered, dulling the fear, stirring a dark curiosity instead. These men, all carrying the virus, had marked him inside, their DNA mixing in his guts. The guests didn't give him time to dwell. 'Resolve's fading already,' Hank rumbled, stepping forward with his cock half-hard again. 'You're turning into our cum slut, boy. Embrace it.' Hands guided Greg to a table, bending him over the edge, ass up. His protests died unspoken as the first volunteer—a silver-haired daddy type—mounted him from behind, sliding into the cum-lubed channel with ease. He fucked deliberate and deep, whispering encouragements: 'Take our gift, convert for the party.' One by one, they lined up, each thrusting home raw, adding their loads to the breeding pool. Greg's body betrayed him, hips pushing back, moans escaping as pleasure overrode dread. Cum sloshed inside with every new cock, overflowing down his legs, marking him thoroughly. By the fifth or sixth, his resolve shattered completely—he begged for more, hole gaping and hungry, fully surrendered to becoming their poz cum dump. The BBQ stretched into the afternoon, Greg at the center, passed around like the main course, his transformation sealed in sweat, piss, and seed. Hope you all like it.

Part 2: I got in my car and drove home. My head was spinning. This was the first actual poz load I'd taken since going off prep and his load was still inside me. I was horny and scared, but also excited. I got home and needed a drink. While in the kitchen, one of my flatmates came home, the other flatmate worked nights, so I wasn't surprised that he wasn't there. Nick and I had been friends for years before moving in together. A lot of our mutual friends assumed we'd end up as a couple one day and were probably surprised that it hadn't happened yet. Nick and I were great platonic friends, but we couldn't be together, we didn't have that kind of spark. We did tell each other pretty much everything. Well, almost everything. He told me about his hook ups and I told him about mine. We were both fans of bareback and hated condoms, but I hadn't told him that I'd stopped taking prep. Nick was complaining that he'd lucked out. He'd gone to the effort of driving to the outskirts of the city only for the guy to tell him that he'd changed his mind. Nick was frustrated and horny. He then noticed that I seemed a bit off, like I wasn't paying attention because my mind was elsewhere. Nick: "Mate, what's up? What's go into you?" Me: "What's got into me? A guy with a big cock" Nick: "Hot. Tell me more" I told him about the guy who fucked me, and how I wasn't sure at first, and then how we'd asked another guy to make the decision for us. I left out the details about the first guy being poz and me being off prep. Nick: "That's hot. You're a slut. But why did you need the second guy to decide for you? Why didn't you just let the first guy fuck you?" Me: "I like being told what to do. It turns me on" Nick: "You've never shared that with me before. Do you like being used?" Me: "yeah, I do. There's something about being used for another guy's pleasure that gets me going" Nick: "Wow. That's kind of hot. So if some dude at a beat tells you that he's going to fuck you, you'll let him? Or does it need to be a different guy giving you instructions?" Me: "Either. It's hot when it's a different guy telling me who can fuck me, but I also like it when guys tell me that they're going to fuck me. Even better at a beat is when a guy doesn't ask or say anything, just turns me around, pulls my pants down, and fucks me" Nick: "What if he does ask you?" Me: "It depends. If he's hot, I might let him, but often if he asks me I find it a slight turn-off" Nick: "Interesting. What if he's ugly or something" Me: "If he asks, then I'll say no, but if he just dominates me then that's hot enough for me to let it happen" Nick: "Fuck. You are such a slut. Good thing you're on prep then, or you'd be a high risk" I couldn't lie. Nick knew me too well. Me: "Well, actually..." Nick: "What? you are on prep aren't you?" Me: "I stopped taking it. I didn't like it" Nick: "Well, your choice I guess" With that, Nick turned me around to face the sink and yanked my shorts down, then pushed me so i was leaning over. Me: "Nick, what are you doing?" Nick's shorts had also disappeared and his hard cock was touching my hole. Nick: "What do you think i'm doing? I'm going to fuck you" Nick pushed, and my ass went into autopilot, relaxing enough to let him in. I had never seen Nick's dick before, and at this point I still couldn't see it, but it felt thick. He pushed in and pushed further. How long was his fuck tool? It just kept going. I felt very full, and to be honest, his cock felt amazing inside me, but this was my friend, using me like a fleshlight. Me: "Nick, fuck, you're inside me. Why are you doing this?" Nick: "You have some random dude's load in you and you like to be used without being asked. I'm fucking horny and your story got me even hornier. I love sloppy seconds, so I'm not letting this opportunity disappear" He fucked me hard. It was weird at first that my best friend was fucking me after so many years of us kind of having a line that we wouldn't cross, but it felt so good. I wished I known how good he was at fucking years ago. He was fucking me deep. All the way in and then pulling out until just the head was inside me before thrusting back. While fucking me he started asking me more about the earlier fuck that evening. Nick: "Tell me about the guy who fucked you. Whose cum is currently lubing my dick?" Me: "He was taller than me, slightly older, fit. Good cock" Nick: "Did he have a big cock?" Me: "Yes, it was a great cock. Big and thick, but I think yours is bigger" Nick: "And this random guy just flooded your ass and you're not on prep. Did you bother asking him his status to see if it was safe for him to fuck you?" Me: "Umm... yeah, I asked him what his status was" Nick: "And he was safe? Can you trust him to be honest?" Me: "He was honest. He told me he was poz" Nick: "Fuck you are a slut. Neg, off prep, and taking poz loads. And now I'm fucking you using that poz cum as lube. You know my cock is massaging that cum in to you with every thurst" I swear he shoved his meat stick in harder and deeper at that comment. That pushed me over the edge and I came hands-free, conveniently into the sink in front of me. My ass tightened and with a final deep push that felt like it was in my stomach, Nick roared and emptied his balls inside me. He leant over me, catching his breath, before eventually pulling out. "We need to talk. But first, I need a shower" and he headed off towards the bathroom. I stayed where I was for what seemed like an eternity before pulling up my shorts, a bit worried about what Nick would say now that he has cum and isn't so horny. Nick had a quick shower and returned to the kitchen. He asked me why I'd gone off prep and when I told him that I was chasing and it made me horny, he confessed that he too liked it and often read the stories on BZ when he wanked. He didn't want to convert though, so he's staying on prep, but he wants to see a conversion, so he's going to use me for that. He also told me that he wants to fuck someone with the fuck flu, and he's going to use me for that too. He said he's going to be fucking me a lot in the future. He never asked, he just said he would.

I was an idiot and had forgotten to turn the sound off on my phone. The trilling “bloop” of the Grindr app echoed in the backseat. As I fumbled for my phone it trilled 3 more times, I looked up and saw the eyes of my driver in the rearview mirror. Nothing was said as I set my notifications to silent and fumbled with my rapidly hardening cock. Closer to my destination he pulled into a quiet parking lot at the entrance to some forest trails. “Sorry, I have to urinate”, he said in a soft Middle Eastern accent. I watched his muscular, olive skinned body get out of the car and walk toward the treeline. When he returned to his car he sat in the driver’s seat, not starting the car, staring into the rearview mirror until I finally looked up. “There are other ways to tip your driver, my friend.”, he said. “I don’t understand”, I said, a puzzled look crossing my face “Don’t be naive. I heard that notification on your phone. I hear it all the time when driving and we both know what it is for. You can supplement my tip now, or walk the rest of your trip”. My mouth dropped open as he got out of the car again and opened the rear door beside me. I turned my head to be face to face with a thick, olive, cock. His hand reached out, grabbed my chin, and pulled it toward the circumcised head of his semi-flaccid penis. Instinctively I opened my mouth and he pushed onto my moist tongue. I closed my eyes and started to suck, unbuckling my seatbeat and turning toward him to be in a better position for what was to come. My driver took this as an invitation to ramp up his desires, grabbed the back of my head, and impaled me on his rapidly lengthening manhood. I gagged and felt my breath cut off. He held my head until I started squirming and my eyes began to water. He released me and I pulled back, his slime-covered cock sliding out of my mouth. My eyes widened as I saw the beast in front of me. I did a quick measurement with my hand and his rock hard cock was about 8.5-9 inches in length, and 7 inches in circumference. Before I could catch my breath I felt his hands grip the side of my head and impale my skull again on his cock, setting up a rhythm of 4 quick shallow thrusts, followed by a deep invasion of my throat that he held for what seemed like an eternity, cutting off my air supply until he heard me gaga and start to squirm against his grasp. With each deep thrust he tried to drive deeper into my throat, making sure I couldn’t adapt to his needs and wouldn’t forget who was in charge. After about 5 minutes he thrust as deep as he could, my nose being pushed into his trimmed pubic patch, as he held my head for the longest period yet, before finally releasing my head and pulling out of my mouth, a thick stream of slime connecting my mouth to his manhood. I looked up through tear-streaked eyes, gasping to refill my lungs with air. “Get your pants off.”, he demanded, “You haven’t tipped enough”. I turned my body fully toward the open back door and fumbled with my pants, hurriedly opening them and pulling them to my ankles. He snorted a laugh at the blue and yellow jockstrap I was wearing. Lifting my legs by my ankles he pushed me onto my back and pulled off my pants, shoes, and socks in one fluid motion. He yanked my now naked legs apart to expose my newly shaved hole. He sneered when he saw my flaccid cock, already submitting to his superior masculinity. He spit on his fingers and moved them to my hole, roughly shoving in two fingers before quickly adding a third. I moaned and squirmed against the invasion as he roughly opened my hole. I could feel my body surrendering to him and I started craving his cock. I need that monster in me, molding me to his desires. My eyes were closed and I was moaning softly when I felt his fingers leave me and his thick cockhead press against my hole. I sucked in a quick breath as his invasion began. Despite my efforts to relax my hole I could still feel the stretch as his cockhead eventually slipped in, followed by the unrelenting incursion of his shaft. What followed was 10-15 minutes of furious, unstoppable, rutting; a man using a submissive for his own pleasure and biological needs. I held on for dear life (figuratively and literally grabbing any handhold I could find), pushing back against the onslaught, trying to force my hole to relax. Finally, I heard a loud bellow and a final thrust, his manhood breeding my hole and marking me as his forever. Breathing hard, he pulled out, leaving a gaping sloppy cavern where my hole once was. Reaching into the car, he grabbed my neck and pulled me into a somewhat seated position, forcing his slimy cock into my mouth for me to clean. Reaching down he picked my pants and shoes off the ground before throwing them at me, slamming the car door, and driving me to my destination.

I'm great at pulling out, I always do exactly when I intend to. I like to tell bottoms this if they're nervous about letting me in bare. The best part about this promise is that I never said I was going to pull out before I mark them with my cum.

Chapter 14 - The Final Chapter ———- Jacob ———— There was a soft humming coming from somewhere but I couldn’t place where. I had no clue what time it was. The room was dim and quite save the hum. I was in bed tucked under what felt like 7 blankets. I vaguely remember my time praising the porcelain thrown. Then Buck came and took me to a doctor. Since then I have been sleeping with him occasionally waking me to take some medicine or drink water. He tried to get me to eat at one point I think but it wasn’t successful. I moved to sit up and got half way there before I felt light headed and started to fall over. The humming stopped and gentle but strong hands course corrected me to where I was sitting up my back against the headboard of the bed. I looked up to see Trevor smiling at me. He had been the one humming, I remember him doing it before when we were slow at the shop. He brought his hand up to my head as a way to check my temperature I assumed. “Hello sleepy head. You don’t seem to be running a fever. How are you feeling?” “Not great. My mouth is dry, I have aches all over, and I am a little dizzy.” I answered him honestly. ”Here drink some of this water.” He told me handing me a glass. He then went to the door keeping me in his sight. He hollard something down into the main living space but I didn’t really catch it. My mind seemed to be a little cloudy still. A moment later Trev’s mom walked into the room and came over to my bed and sat beside me. She greeted me gently and then took out a thermometer and took my temperature. She also looked all over me, at my eyes, in my throat, etc. Trev had told me she used to work as a nurse many years ago before become a stay at home wife. While she was doing that Trev had excused himself to the living room to make a call. He returned a few minutes later with Buck trailing behind him. Mom got up and went over to Buck and talked to him in hushed tones as Trev came over and sat with me and held my hand. I started to zone out a little until I felt Buck put a tray stand over my lap. Mom put a bowl of soup on the tray. Before I ate Trev and mom said good bye, mom giving my head a kiss before they left. “So am I going to live?” I asked my voice coming out rough and weak. ”Of course you don’t think I’d let anything happen to one of my scorpion boys?” He asked me. “No, but why do I feel like I am close to death then?” I asked half joking half serious. “Well it’s part bad news part good news. You are in the process of seroconversion and the bad news is your body had an extreme reaction to it. Worst then any of the other scorpion boys. However the good news is the blood tests confirm you are the newest scorpion boy!” My mind froze for a minute processing the news. Then it hit me, I was HIV positive. The power to change someone’s life forever now ran through my body. I had accomplished a life goal I didn’t know I had as recently as a month ago. I was a Scorpion boy! I knew exactly where I would put the scorpion tattoo too. Right in the center of my chest. The same place the shop logo rests on my chest when I wear one of the shop aprons. It be perfect there. I also knew I wasn’t going on meds anytime soon and that I planned to enjoy my time as a toxic scorpion boy. Spreading Daddy Scorpion’s strain as much as I could before I absolutely had to go on medication for it. “That’s awesome Daddy Scorpion!! You made me one of your boys!! The sickness will be worth it! When can we get my tattoo?” I blurted out while trying to move to get up. “Whoa there boy, hold on a minute. We will get it after you get feeling better. The doc says you will be out of commission for about a week. Plus we need to go back for a follow up visit with him in a week or so to check everything over. Then we can get your tattoo after that.” Buck told me as he gently but firmly pushed me back into my spot sitting against the headboard. “Ok, well then can you at least fuck my newly toxic hole daddy?” I asked smiling at him devilishly. “I will make you a deal boy, eat all your food and then I will fuck a load into you newly poz hole. But I will do all the work. I don’t want you over exerting yourself.” I immediately started to eat everything on my tray. The food made me feel a little better honestly. When I was done Buck removed the tray and tray stand from the bed. He took them into the kitchen and returned. He bent down and kissed me deeply then helped me strip naked and told me to lay over the bed. It put my ass up without me having to hold doggy position which I really don’t think I could have done if I tried to. I heard Buck strip behind me then felt his strong hands cup my ass cheeks. He pulled them apart and spit on my hole. Then his finger massaged it without entering. Then another spit glob followed by more massaging. His tongue touched my hole and made a moan escape my throat. He started to eat it deep as he continued to play with my asscheeks mildly slapping them every so often. Buck moved up from behind me his body cupping mine till his mouth was at my right ear and he started to kiss behind it. I felt his big fat cock head at my hole slightly pushing against it but not enough to get it in me even with me pushing out. His kisses moved from behind my ear to down my neck, then switched to my left side to repeat. Buck had me hard as a rock and my hole craving his big dick. I tried to move back against his head but he growled subtly to let me know that I was moving faster than he wanted. His dick continued to play with my hole opening as he kissed me and ran his hands up and down my sides. His big body pressed against mine. The warmth of him keeping me warm as if I was still under the blankets. “You ready for Daddy Scorpion to open that now poz boy hole” he asked in a deep gravely voice. “Yes please put in me daddy. Recharge me!” I begged. “The doc said that our first night fucking was probably what knocked you up boy. The timeframe works out for it that way. Daddy took your cherry and impregnated you all at the same time” he told me as his head popped through my hole and he held it so that was all that was in me. “Really? Daddy took my v-card and made me his for life all in one night. That is so hot!!!” I replied as I tried to hold my moans of pleasure from his fat dick head opening my hole. “Oh yes, and I plan to keep recharging you just like all my other scorpion boys!” He said as he pushed the rest of his 8 raw fat poz inches into my hole balls deep in one stoke. He slowly fucked my hole using long strokes to hit my prostate just right. He was gentle as he fucked me. Which was good because I don’t think I could take a hard fuck in my current condition. Buck continued to kiss my neck and behind my ears as one hand roamed my body while he used the other to steady himself as he fucked my poz boy hole. He fucked me for about 10 minutes before I couldn’t take it any longer and shoot a huge load, my first poz load, all over myself the sheets hands free. My hole squeezes from me cumming which made daddy scorpion growl in my ear. On his next stroke balls deep he moaned deeply as he flooded my hole with is dirty seed. We laid there in that position for a few minutes till Buck got up off of me. His half hard dick plopping from my hole. He told me to hold still and went to the bathroom coming back with a warm washcloth. He cleaned my backside along with my cum smeared stomach and crotch. He helped me climb into bed and crawled behind me to cuddled me. He pulled the blankets over us and told me to close my eyes and rest. As the cold/fever/pain medicine kicked back in I feel asleep dreaming of walking out of the tattoo shop with my fresh ink marking for all the world to see me as one of daddy’s scorpion boy! ——— Buck ———— It had been a wild few of months. I had hired and then pozzed my fifth scorpion boy, Jacob. I helped nurse him through the worst case of the fuck flu I had ever seen. After that we got him set up with my doctor, like all the boys, for regular blood work and monitoring. He pestered me for weeks till I took him to the tattoo shop and got his scorpion mark on his chest. He was so proud that day and every day since to wear my mark. He has also been using his hole (and his dick a time or two) to spread my strain. It was February now and Jacob had been with the shop for 6 months. All the other scorpion boys (save Jayden that left and opened a spot for Jacob) still worked at the shop. Trevor has been the assistant manager since before Halloween. The shop has been very busy beating last year sales year by 12%. It was our record sales year! I provided a holiday party in December and gave out fat bonus checks to all the staff. Jacob used his to pay me for his Camry. Ant used his to get a second bike to start working on and fixing up. Trevor put his into a new car to bring back to life. He and Ant loved working on vehicles together. Lane and Kenny also treated themselves with their bonuses. They had all earned that money. We had been so busy we’d all been working massive overtime. It had just slowed down enough the last week that I’d been able to get everything caught up and run the numbers. We could hire on two new staff with our current and projected sales without stressing the shop or cutting hours to any of the scorpion boys. I had Ant put the “Now Hiring” sign up in the window last night before he left after closing. This morning I was opening with Jacob. Trevor would be in right before the lunch rush to take the kitchen so I could float. We had been open 10 minutes when Jacob asked me to come up front. Since I the pizzas in the oven had a few minutes left I walked around to the front. Standing on the other side of the counter were two young men. In fact identical twins. I’d guess 20 or 21. Both tall around 6’3-6’4 and very lanky. They had matching blonde hair and emerald eyes. One of the twins stepped forward introduced them to me. The one talking was Vance and his brother was Lance. I introduced myself and shook their hands. I asked Jacob to go check on the pizzas before turning back ti the twins to ask how I could help them. Lance spoke up and told me they were both there to apply for the job opening. I went through the same basic stuff I always did. Made sure they were over 18 (they are 20). I also found out they were going to the local college near by and needed a job to help ends meet. I offered them an interview slot for the next morning before we opened. It was my day off and Trevor was scheduled to open with Jacob but I’d come in for this interview for sure. My cock was thickening and filling in my pants behind the counter as we made the arrangements to meet in the morning. We said our good byes as I made my way to the back. Jacob smiled at me as he came up to me and grabbed my obvious budge in my pants. He kissed me briefly. “Looks like the magic hiring sign has done its trick again. I hope they work out, both look like they would be a fun ride!” He said as he released my hard dick and sauntered back up front. I thought to myself that he isn’t wrong. We may have 2 new scorpion boys by Memorial Day! ————————- This will be the final chapter of this particular story. I have greatly enjoyed writing it and love that so many others have enjoyed it too. There may be spin off stories in the future but I felt this was a good ending for this one. Plus it’s always good to shift gears write something fresh then come back to expand later. I really have appreciated all the support and kind words. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as you have the rest. Look for more stories to come!!!

Chapter 18: Graveyard Shift Central Dispatch, County EMS. 18:48 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED LOCATION. The station had that end-of-day hush where noise carried farther than it should. In the locker room, the fluorescent tubes hummed, and somebody’s half-torn paper bat trembled in the faint breeze from the vent. On the bench, Rafi sat with his boots unlaced and a Styrofoam cup of coffee steaming between his palms like evidence. Marco, already zipped into his jacket, folded his spare uniform top along the seam as if the way the fabric met might keep the universe from falling apart. Kyle stood at his open locker, pretending to reorganize the same three items—trauma shears, penlight, spare gloves—until they felt like they belonged to him. The room smelled of sanitizer and old sweat, and beneath that, the crisp trace of October air that leaked in whenever someone opened the bay door. He could hear it out there: the distant carry of kids’ voices on the street, laughter ricocheting down from one porch to the next, the dry whisper of leaves against asphalt. Rafi didn’t look up. “You sure you’re ready for tonight?” Kyle clipped his radio to his belt and managed a nod. “Ready.” Rafi grunted, noncommittal. “Everybody’s ready until they meet the Q-word.” Kyle turned. “The… what?” Marco didn’t glance away from the precise fold. “Don’t say quiet in this building. Especially not on Halloween.” “That’s— everyone says it's just superstition.” Kyle smiled, then corrected himself. “I mean—got it.” Rafi finally dragged his eyes to him, half amused. “Rookie rule number one: we honor the gods of pattern recognition and spite. Don’t tempt ‘em, or every patient will shit themselves.” Voices spilled in from the hallway: the echoes of day crews shedding momentum. Locker doors clanged, someone laughed too loud, someone else swore about paperwork. A paramedic in a sweat-damp undershirt leaned through the doorway, hair stuck to her forehead. “You three on nights?” Rafi lifted his cup. “Our sins demand it.” “Watch the east bypass,” she said, already moving on. “They’re still fucking cleaning up that jackknife from this morning.” “Hit a deer?” another voice called from the hall. “Nah,” someone answered. “News said dog.” That drew a round of scoffs. “If that was a dog, it had its own ZIP code. Should have seen what it did to the front of that semi.” The woman reappeared just long enough to add, “MPs showed up and sent everyone packing. Never seen that on a pileup.” Then she was gone, leaving the word MPs hanging in the air as a dare. Rafi rolled his eyes and stood, the bones in his knees cracking like gravel. “Helixion’s in that direction. People say ‘dog’ when they don’t want to say ‘lawsuit.’” Kyle closed his locker. “The article said animal containment. Veterinary wing.” Marco slid the folded jacket onto the shelf and shut his locker with two fingers. “You will learn two things fast,” he said mildly. “One: press releases are bedtime stories. Two: we are not the audience.” Rafi drained the last of his coffee, grimaced at whatever it had done to itself, and crushed the cup. “Rule two,” he told Kyle as they filed out. “Trust nothing you didn’t check with your own hands.” “Rule one was—” “Don’t say quiet,” Marco replied. “Rule three is: if in doubt, blame dispatch.” Kyle laughed because it seemed expected, and because laughter made his chest feel less tight. They stepped into the bay, and the night breathed at them. The big doors stood open, letting in a ribbon of cold air that smelled faintly of cut grass and exhaust. Out beyond the apron, the neighborhood glowed—porch lights, jack-o’-lanterns, plastic ghosts on fishing line rocking in some invisible convection. A kid in a dinosaur costume sprinted past the far end of the lot, the cheap tail bouncing like a metronome, a parent’s voice trailing after him—slow down, watch for cars. Medic 14 waited in her slot, white paint still showing the day’s handprints of road dust. Marco slapped her side as if greeting a dog. “There she is.” “Be nice,” Rafi said. “She hears you.” Kyle climbed into the box and let the cold settle on his face for a second before the familiar antiseptic chill took over. He moved methodically—open, check, close; confirm the monitor leads, peek at the charge on the suction, squeeze the Ambu bag and listen for the healthy squeak. He counted Epi pens and Narcan, confirmed the insulin dates, ran a finger down the inventory checklist as he read aloud, catching himself and falling silent when he realized he’d spoken. Rafi leaned in through the side door. “Talk to the gear if you need to. Just don’t talk to the radio.” Kyle’s grin came easier this time. He kept moving. Hands found the rhythm on their own. When he reached the narcotics box, Marco had already popped it, checked the seal together, then nodded for Kyle to sign the log. “You want me to—?” “Yep,” Marco said. “Your name, your license number. Means you’re accountable now. Congratulations.” The pen hovered a heartbeat; then Kyle wrote, block letters neat from years of school forms. His name looked too clean on the line. He blew on the ink out of habit. In the common room, a muted TV ran the evening news with captions: INTERSTATE FULLY REOPENED AFTER EARLY-MORNING CRASH. The footage was standard—tow trucks, a semi at an angle like it had pivoted on its own shadow, a rectangle of tarp carried between two men, the corners sagging with weight. No rain. No fog. Just that clean, flat fall light that exposed everything. A few off-shift medics hovered in front of the screen finishing donuts. One of them jabbed a finger. “Back it up. See that?” Rafi didn’t look. “Don’t feed the birds.” “Bro, tell me that’s not a military truck,” the medic persisted. Marco, beside Kyle at the doorway, watched a moment and then blew air through his nose. “Could be DOT. Could be National Guard.” “Could be Helixion has friends,” someone else said. “All I’m saying. I hear that freaky shit goes down in that place.” Kyle glanced between the screen and the room and felt the double-pulse of the job: inside jokes stacked on top of the unspoken. He knew better than to ask follow-ups. He grabbed a water from the fridge and stood alongside, in the eddy of conversation where nobody had to perform. The TV cut to sports. The room loosened like a held breath let go. Rafi took a long pull on a fresh coffee, made a face, then another as if daring it to get worse. “All right,” he said. “We staging or we haunting the recliners?” “Staging,” Marco said. “I don’t want my legs forgetting how to exist before 2200.” They rolled the ambulance to the lip of the apron and idled with the doors open for another minute, just to feel the night. Crisp. Clear. A whisper of warmth still trapped in the concrete from the day’s sun. One could hear the county moving—distant tires, a garage door stuttering up, the tiniest chorus of trick-or-treaters negotiating trades at a curb. (I’ll swap you two Reese’s for your full-size KitKat—no, full-size.) “So, man, why EMS?” Rafi asked, eyes on the driveway, tone idle. Kyle surprised himself by telling the truth without polishing it. “My brother, the junkie. A couple years back. I found him. Paramedics were… they were steady. They made something feel less… out of control.” He took a breath. “I figured if I could do that for somebody else, maybe—” Rafi nodded once, not dramatic. “Good reason.” Marco, not looking away from the street, added, “And a hard one. You okay on overdoses?” “I’m okay.” That much was true; he had rehearsed okay until it fit in his mouth like a mouthguard. “I’m okay.” Rafi drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. “Then rule four: you’re allowed to feel later. It’s not heroism to feel nothing. It’s a one way ticket to burnout.” The radio crackled to life with a routine radio check. Rafi answered, voice flipping to that even cadence—Medical 14, clear and available. The dispatcher returned the affirmation. Kyle watched the channel indicator slide back to their home frequency. Clean. Quiet—no. Calm. They ran a lazy round of the nearby streets to “let the wheels remember,” as Rafi put it, then parked in the small cutout where ambulance employees were tolerated by the diner across from the station. The windows down half an inch cleared the stale cab air and let in hints of bacon grease and cold air. The waitress inside waved without making them come in; she knew better than to pin medics to a table. Rafi pulled a notepad from the console and flipped through three pages of scribbles. “Calls you’re likely to see tonight,” he announced into the cabin, mock-formal. “Unsupervised teenagers meeting alcohol for the first time. Parents calling 911 because their kid ate four fun-size Snickers and ‘looks pale.’ A guy who thinks he’s possessed running down the street naked because his vape pen is ninety percent THC. Lots of allergic reactions. Lots. Someone falling off a porch while adjusting a skeleton. And—if the gods really hate us—somebody’s grandma who waited all day to call and now can’t breathe.” “Also,” Marco said, “one extremely sincere haunted house actor who won’t break character while we try to take his blood pressure.” “That happened?” Kyle asked, then realized how naive it sounded. “Everything happens,” Rafi said. “Given enough time.” In the passenger mirror, a pair of teenagers drifted by at the end of the block, faces painted white, black hoodies up, a carton tucked under an arm. They clocked the ambulance the way kids clock a school mascot: half awe, half mischief. Rafi saw Kyle watching and gave a noncommittal noise. “Harmless until they’re not. Keep your windows up if you see ‘em later.” “Got it.” A breeze lifted dry leaves in a little swirl and set them down again. The sky held that deep, clean navy that meant it would be cold by midnight. Kyle listened to the steadiness—no wind, no sirens close by, just the everyday thrum of a county minding its business. If dread lived anywhere tonight, it lived in other people’s heads. The radio chirped once with a unit clearing the hospital. Nothing for them. The second hand on the dash clock ticked into 20:00. An hour of night, and all they had to show for it was coffee breath and a short list of rules. Kyle let his shoulders drop, just a notch. Across the street, a dad in a puffy vest shepherded a princess and a vampire past the diner window. The little vampire was already chewing, cape flaring with each step. “Okay,” Rafi said, settling deeper. “We wait. We listen. We don’t say the thing we don’t say.” Marco tapped the radio with a knuckle. “And we answer when it calls.” Kyle nodded. He found his spot—the space in his head where boredom and readiness braided together—and stayed there. The night held. The air was cold and clean. Somewhere not far away, kids practiced throwing their voices to sound scarier than they felt. The rig smelled like disinfectant and plastic and the faintest trace of chocolate from some wrapper that had slipped under a seat. Kyle reached into his breast pocket for his penlight, clicked it on and off—a nervous habit—and watched the circle of light bite into the dash and disappear. He didn’t have a name for the feeling that came next; it wasn’t fear, and it wasn’t excitement. It was that sense of standing at a door and hearing footsteps on the other side. Not running, not rushing—just coming. He breathed once, deep, the way instructors told you to, and let the cool air clear him out. The door would open when it opened. His hands were ready. The radio broke the quiet at 20:42 with the clean, two-tone chirp every medic’s body knew how to answer. “Medic Fourteen, respond priority one, possible allergic reaction. Pediatric patient, age nine. 214 Oakridge Lane, cross of Willow. Caller reports difficulty breathing after eating candy containing peanuts.” Rafi’s hand was already on the ignition before the dispatcher finished. “Show us en route,” he said into the mic, the calm practiced tone of someone who’d said those words ten thousand times, before yelling to the back cabin area. “Called it on the first call.” The diesel engine caught with a low growl. Kyle snapped his seat belt and swung into motion before thought could catch up—monitor bag secured, airway kit at his feet, gloves out of the box. His pulse sped, but his hands were steady. First real call of the night. The first anything. Outside, the town slid by in Halloween colors. Pumpkins glowed on porches, a few late trick-or-treaters still hopping between houses in groups. The air was crisp enough to sting his lungs when he breathed deep; the stars sharp, unblurred by cloud. No rain, no fog, just the hum of tires on clean asphalt. Marco read from the tablet. “Mom reports the kid’s swelling up fast. Says he’s allergic but didn’t have his EpiPen.” “Classic,” Rafi muttered. “People always remember the costume, never the meds.” They turned off Main and into a neighborhood where the streetlights stood farther apart. Each beam of yellow left a pocket of darkness between, full of tree branches and quiet yards. Porch decorations rocked gently in the night air. Kyle leaned forward between the seats, eyes scanning numbers. “Oakridge Lane—on the right.” “There,” Marco pointed. “Blue house, porch light flashing.” Rafi pulled to the curb, killed the siren but left the flashers painting the siding in red pulses. Parents were already outside—mom waving, dad pacing tight circles in the driveway. Kyle grabbed the airway bag and followed Marco up the path. Inside was chaos in miniature: candy wrappers everywhere, a child sitting upright on the couch, face blotched and puffy, breaths short and whistling. The mother’s voice trembled between words. “He—he grabbed the wrong candy—I didn’t—he’s allergic to peanuts—” “Okay,” Marco said, gentle but firm, kneeling in front of the boy. “You did the right thing calling. We’ve got him.” Kyle dropped to one knee, opened the med kit, found the auto-injector, thumbed off the safety cap. He’d practiced this motion on oranges until he could do it blind. “I’ve got epi ready.” Rafi stood behind them, starting vitals—pulse ox clipped to a finger, cuff around the small arm. “Go ahead.” Kyle placed the injector, counted under his breath, pressed, held. The boy flinched, then gasped, and the wheeze turned to a rough inhale. Color crept back toward pink. The mother started crying from relief. “Good response,” Marco said quietly. “Let’s get him loaded for transport. Mom, you can ride in the transport with us and have dad follow in the car.” Rafi called out vitals for the report: “Pulse 110, sat 94 and climbing, BP 92/58, respirations 28.” He nodded toward Kyle. “Bag the wrappers, bring one for the hospital.” Kyle gathered the torn candy pieces into a glove, tying off the end like evidence. One wrapper was smeared in chocolate and what might have been grass—probably dropped in a yard—but when he turned it in his hand, he noticed two faint indentations along the edge. For a split second he thought teeth marks, then corrected himself: Probably just creased. He shoved it into his pocket and helped lift. They wheeled the stretcher down the walkway. Somewhere up the street, laughter exploded—a group of kids sprinting past, voices high on sugar. One yelled, “Cool lights, dude!” as they ran by, a chorus of sneakers slapping pavement. The boy’s father jogged alongside, out of breath and holding an Epi pen as well. “He started coughing maybe five minutes ago, I ran—” Rafi raised a hand, slowing him. “We’ve got him. Follow us in your car if you want, but don’t tailgate the rig.” They loaded the patient, clicked the stretcher into the floor mount. Kyle climbed in beside him, Marco took the jump seat. The doors slammed; the sound sealed them into a bubble of light and soft mechanical beeps. Rafi’s voice came through the intercom. “All right, gentlemen. County General?” “Yep,” Marco answered. “Let’s ride.” The ambulance eased from the curb. Kyle switched on low cabin light and monitored the boy’s breathing—still fast but smoother now. He offered oxygen through the pediatric mask, adjusting flow until the boy’s chest rose easy. “You doing okay, buddy?” Kyle asked. The boy nodded slightly, eyes wide but focused. “Yeah… I’m… okay.” “You’re doing great. Just breathe slowly.” Marco filled out the electronic chart, fingers tapping softly. “Kid’s lucky. Textbook reaction, textbook fix.” Kyle smiled faintly, adrenaline beginning to ebb. For the first time that night, he felt the job click into place—fear giving way to procedure, chaos shrinking to something you could measure in numbers on a screen. Then came the first thunk. A hollow pop on the side panel, then another—thwack, thwack. Wet, flat sounds. Rafi’s voice burst through the intercom. “What the hell—?” Kyle glanced at Marco. “Tire?” Marco leaned toward the small rear window, then laughed, short and disbelieving. “Nope. We’re getting egged. Fuckin’ teenagers these days man. That’s going to be a bitch to get cleaned off.” Outside, a trio of teenagers darted from the shadow of a hedge, their silhouettes briefly caught in the strobe of the light bar. One threw again, the egg bursting in a smear that slid down the glass. Rafi laid on the air horn. The kids scattered, shrieking with laughter. “Happy Halloween to us,” Marco muttered, shaking his head. “God, I really hate this job.” Kyle let out a shaky breath that turned into a laugh he hadn’t expected. The boy on the stretcher even managed a weak smile beneath the oxygen mask. “See?” Kyle told him. “You’re not missing much out there.” Rafi’s voice came back, dry. “Remind me to file for emotional damages. Damn near spilled my coffee.” The rest of the drive was uneventful. The monitor’s rhythm smoothed, the pulse settled under a hundred, and the boy’s breathing evened out to sleepy sighs. Marco called to report to the ER: age, cause, treatment, response. Routine, professional, steady. When they pulled beneath the bright wash of the hospital canopy, Kyle hopped out first, unlatched the stretcher, and guided it down the ramp. The automatic doors opened, releasing a breath of warm air that smelled faintly of antiseptic and cafeteria soup. “County EMS to Bay 3. County EMS to Bay 3.” The tinny sounding speaker overhead announced their arrival, as one of the nurses pointed them in the correct direction from the ambulance bay. A nurse waved them through triage. “Room three. They’re ready.” Within minutes, the boy was transferred to a hospital bed, IV equipment switched over, parents ushered in by social work. Rafi finished the handoff with the attending physician and met Kyle and Marco by the door. “Good work, newbie. Nurses were happy you got an 18 guage in him,” he said simply. Kyle nodded, feeling the rush of quiet after action—the echo of purpose that hung in the chest once adrenaline drained away. Outside, under the floodlights, he noticed the streaks of egg on the side of the rig drying to a pale crust. He wiped one with a gloved thumb, the shell grit scratching faintly against paint. Marco grinned at him. “Congratulations, rookie. First Halloween call, textbook save, and you’ve been officially hazed by the disobedient youth of America.” Rafi climbed into the driver’s seat, calling back, “We should start a bet on who cleans the rig. My vote’s for the guy whose handwriting is still legible.” Kyle rolled his eyes, half-smiling, and climbed in. The engine rumbled to life again, and the ambulance eased out of the bay toward the cool dark streets waiting beyond. Through the windshield, the night looked clean and harmless—porches still lit, windless trees, candy wrappers skittering across asphalt like leaves. For now, it was just another shift. And for the first time since clock-in, Kyle believed it might actually stay that way. — By midnight, the tempo of the night had found them. Calls rolled in steady, a rhythm that carried them through the quiet neighborhoods and back again: chest pain at a retirement complex, a drunk fall in a parking lot, a teenager with a panic attack after too much caffeine and a vape pen that wasn’t just nicotine. Each run blurred into the next—the routine calls that defined the job. The air outside had grown colder, the smell of dry leaves sharp enough to bite. Trick-or-treaters were gone, replaced by the late-night crowd: bar hoppers in costume makeup flaking off, voices slurred into laughter. Kyle started to recognize the small sounds of fatigue in Rafi’s voice, the sigh in Marco’s. They joked less now, talking mostly in shorthand. “You got the monitor?” “Yeah.” “Vitals clean?” “Clean enough.” They cleared a call near the industrial park—false alarm, a man sleeping behind a warehouse mistaken for a body—then another for a domestic dispute that turned into a refusal when both parties decided they loved each other again, dry humping on the couch in the living room. It was the kind of night that trained you to be patient, to keep the machine in motion. Then the odd calls began. A report of a smash and grab at a convenience store, only to find the place completely empty. PD cleared them before they arrived—nobody there to transport. A welfare check at a motel, where the occupant swore something was crawling in the walls. No injuries, just fear and the smell of bleach. And then the call from dispatch that made Rafi stop mid-sentence. A voice over the radio, hesitant for once. “Medic Fourteen, respond to multiple injuries, possible assault outside the InfraRed Club, 8130 Fifth Avenue. PD on scene requesting medical.” The words hung there. The InfraRed wasn’t just any nightclub—it was one of those places that pulled half the city’s drunks and ODs and a good share of its trouble. Halloween there usually meant fights, but multiple injuries at once was a different tone entirely. Rafi put the rig in gear. “Here we go again.” Marco tapped the address into the tablet, the glow washing his face pale. “Reports are saying five, maybe six victims. Some kind of animal attack? PD’s still sorting it out.” Kyle blinked. “Animal attack? In the warehouse district?” “That’s what they said.” The tires hummed as they picked up speed, passing the quiet suburban streets and heading back toward the city lights. Ahead, the skyline shimmered faintly with blue and red strobes bouncing off glass. The radio chatter grew thick—units calling in, updates overlapping. “… unknown assailant—” “… requesting additional units for crowd control—” “… bites and lacerations—possible dog, large—” Kyle felt that small, familiar tightening in his chest. Not fear, exactly—just awareness sharpening. He checked the airway kit, more out of habit than necessity. “We’re really going to another dog call?” Rafi’s eyes stayed on the road. “If it walks like a dog and barks like a dog… it’s probably just some nut job in a dog outfit outside a gay nightclub.” Marco didn’t laugh this time. “Helixion’s two miles from there.” The siren wound up, a long, rising note that sliced through the night. Storefronts flashed by in streaks of orange and silver; the world compressed to light and sound and motion. Kyle tightened his seat belt and looked out at the streets rushing past—costumes, flashing lights, faces turning toward the noise. For a moment he caught a reflection in a window: three figures inside the ambulance, framed in red light, racing toward something they didn’t understand. Dispatch came back on the air, voice clipped and urgent. “Medic Fourteen, be advised—PD reports at least one officer injured. Scene not yet secured.” Rafi’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t slow down. “Copy. We’ll stage a block out.” He turned on to Fifth. The city opened in front of them—a smear of flashing lights, a crowd spilling into the street, something chaotic at its center. Kyle could see shapes moving—officers, bystanders, maybe victims. The scene pulsed like a heartbeat. He felt the shift inside him again—the edge between the world he knew and whatever waited ahead. “Welcome to Halloween,” Rafi muttered, killing the siren. “Let’s earn our keep.” The rig rolled forward into the light.

When I bottom it's a sure sign the man inside me is beginning to ejaculate when he goes balls deep, I feel his dick expand and all I feel is the throbbing, knowing each pulse is a volley of his seed entering me.

Hallo everyone, I found out this forum recently and it has been an eye openener in many ways. So I thank many of its contributors over the years for sharing their experiences so openly. Because I was not aware of these discussions during my life voyage, it took me long time to accept what I wanted. I've always felt that I did not have the right information and that I was arriving late to things. Therefore I created this account just to share my travel through gay sex discovery and unprotected sex in case someone can relate, provide an answer or simply add to their understanding on the topic. 1. Accepting homosexuality I come from a small town where there was no gay scene and people were pretty closed-minded. I was raised christian, so even though I had those feelings early on, it took me a long time to act on them; I was really against it at first. I dated girls until eventually it happened: I built up the courage, traveled 1,000 km, and met the first guy I’d been chatting with online. I realized immediately that this was what I’d been missing. The naive, inexperienced me fell in love right away. He was much older, and I dated him in secret for many years. I learned whatever little gay life we had through him and his conservative views; same with sex, just what he liked to do. But at the time, it was more than enough for me I know now that it’s common for many men to start dating from a young age and build up “dating/sex experience,” if you will. Because I skipped that phase, when we finally broke up after years, I felt like a provincial teenager all over again. What do I do now? How do I meet men? Do I go back to women? 2. Discovering the gay scene Eventually, I moved to a big city abroad for work. Feeling anonymous for the first time allowed me to break free and explore everything: the scene, the bars, the clubs, the apps, the cruising spots, the websites, and more. It was a constant discovery and an absolute overload of stimuli for months. 3. Flirting with Bareback While getting into the dating scene, I quickly found out about something that seems obvious now: a lot of men weren't using condoms in random encounters. At first, I was disgusted and really judgmental... but I ended up getting tempted surprisingly quickly. The situation soon became clear. With many of the hot guys I was attracted to, if I was the top, it was barely an issue. I'd just wrap up and go. But as a bottom, asking to use a condom was often met with resistance, or it would just kill the mood completely. On the rare times I gave in (maybe because he was too hot), that friction was gone. And not only did it feel much nicer, it was way hornier. It was like an electric shock from the thrill, something I did not feel before. 4. The Guilt Loop The enjoyment of the unsafe sex evaporated completely the moment I left the bar, though. The guilt would rush in like a storm, making me depressed for the next few days. Having been raised christian, I had plenty of experience beating myself up for "falling short." Not being able to discuss these feelings (which I thought as totally [banned word]) with my close friends didn't help, of course. The fear of HIV was always present (and justified, I'd think). This guilt loop would repeat every few months. I'd feel bad and stop going out > eventually move on and start feeling better > go out again keeping it safe > then eventually end up having bareback sex again > and back to feeling guilty and ashamed. (I've read on this blog about many men who always had it figured out and went for it without any hesitation. I definitely envy your natual determination.) When the urge was too big, I'd either hook up with someone I knew well, or I'd get drunk/high to let it happen more easily. 5. PreP, the Loop Breaker When I first heard about PreP, I was firmly against it. My thought was, "Sure, it protects from HIV, but taking it means you'll have more bareback sex, catching other diseases and feeling even worse." It's a view that many still hold today, and I think it's a fair one. Eventually, though, it became rather popular and many profiles mentioned it. So when the medical place where I got tested for STDs brought it up as a possibility, I agreed. Well, as a surprise to no one, soon after I started using it, my condom use dropped heavily. I imagine some of you may have gone through a similar vicious (or virtuous?) cycle: The more bareback sex I had, the more I enjoyed it and accepted it, and the less I wanted to use condoms. The tables had turned, and I was the one putting up resistance to them now. It was very liberating! 6. Only Bareback As time went by, I became mainly interested in profiles that mentioned raw sex or the more subtle "Safety: Let's discuss it." I stopped seeing the regular dates who decided to continue playing safe. I started going to sex festivals, private home sex parties, and I discovered sex with chems... Raw sex wasn't just unprotected sex; it was the key that unlocked many new doors that were once closed by fear. It became the cornerstone for exploring many more fetishes and kinky setups. Barebackers are certainly piggier and kinkier, so the sleazy proposals started popping up. I accepted the new paradigm and went for them. 7. The Return of the Thrill For 5 years, I embraced my new reality. It allowed me to discover sex in many more ways than I thought possible (not all of them necessarily good). I enjoyed a fully bareback sex life, but in a very discreet way. My app profile is always faceless, for example and without mention to bb. And I never really discussed these feelings in a deep way with anybody. It was great enough just like that. No drama needed. That is, until last year's Christmas. Every year I go back to my home country for 3-4 weeks. When I arrived, I realized that I hadn't brought my PreP pills with me. [PANIC!] I had been taking them daily for years and my protection shield was gone. My mental process over the days evolved making up excuses like this: I. "Ok, no problem. Just stay away from sex these weeks. A little break. Easy." II. "I could also have sex and keep it safe. No going back to condoms, but just avoiding penetration. I'll hit the sauna." III. "If I only top, it shouldn't be any significant risk." IV. "I really want to bottom as well. I'll just keep it as an exception for today." V. "Okay, these holidays are the exception. I'll stop worrying and go back to PreP as soon as I am back home." I did end up letting go completely. And there I felt it again, clear and loud: The electricity. That spark that I used to feel when I started barebacking years before in the bars. This electricity was gone without me realizing it, and now it was back on full force again. 8. The Return of the Guilt and the Common Interests I came back after Christmas, got tested, and went back on the pills. It was like nothing had happened. Closed that chapter and back to normality. A couple of months later, one of my regular dates, before one of our encounters, asked me if I was still taking PreP. "What does he mean by still?" The question surprised me. "Well, yes I am. You take these pills forever, right? At least until they find a vaccine for HIV." He agreed, but he told me that he was doubting whether to keep using them, that he wanted to enjoy sex without having to worry abou it, and that somehow, without them, it always felt much more "real." Wow, okay. The boldness he was talking with really hit home. So I decided to share with him, for the first time, my deeper desires towards barebacking and what it had meant to me. I ended up telling about my episode without pills during those Christmas weeks. My story triggered something in him as well, making him share now a lot more on the topic with an honesty I hadn't heard before. Coincidentally we were at a similar point in our sexual paths and it was cathartic to be able to share all of it without judgement or embarrassment. We agreed that we would not use PreP again when dating each other. We don't need it. 9. The Seed Idea That Keeps Growing That agreement, which seemed a bit anecdotal at the moment, became a recurrent topic after our initial discussion. We began mentioning often how nice it would be to stop using the pills completely and why we felt that way. We went from the idea of not using PreP when together, to stopping for a few weeks for every encounter, as a nice reward for enjoying another date. The idea of reducing my use of the pills keeps popping up in my head. And our influence on each other serves as a spur to keep taking steps. I started thinking I could stop PreP when fucking as a top, as the risk is lower and acceptable. He encouraged me to go ahead and give in to what I truly lust for. 10. Where to go from here? This is where I am now. I know it is not logical and that it is irresponsible health wise. But I truly enjoy having sex without any protection. That feeling of not caring and just submiting to an inner animal lust is really addictive. Probably there is some brain expert that can explain how desires like this take such a strong hold, while they seem like an autosabotage to the average external viewer. I'm afraid of HIV and in itself is not kink that I chase. I often find myself justifying with "nowadays most people are on pills so chances are really slim". I read on this page from people who were actually trying to get infected and failing during years. But I don't even know if it is really true. Is it truly just a certainty and a just matter of time once you don't use protection? I'm still taking Prep when bottoming with anon dates, but if my history with bareback is of any indication, that could easily be a lost war and that wall will eventually collapse as well. I read a couple of post form people that were in a similar spot, but I would appreciate it anybody has any advice or personal learning to share in this regard. If Im being just an idiot, then I want to hear too. I can take it. Anyway, thanks for reading it until here.

Do You Want This? John leaves the shower block. It was a quick shower. He tried to get all the cum out of him, but since he let 8 guys run a train on his ass for the second time in two days, he still feels wet inside and his asshole feels open. He is distracted wondering how he let this happen again. When he was driving his friends to the campground, they were all joking and laughing about the bottoms they would fuck this weekend. He started off great, blowing his load in Matt. But seeing the blissful look on Matt’s face and feeling sexually charged in that tent, he let himself go and got fucked. Since then, he has let over 20 men fuck and cum inside him. John is really beating himself up internally. It's been a lot of fun, but he doesn’t know these men. He’s taken so many sexual risks this weekend. He’s a nurse. He could be fired from his job if he is positive. If only he had kept a lid on his desires, his group of friends wouldn’t know what a slut he is behind closed doors. He has let plenty of men fuck him bareback over the years, but those were drunken hookups, behind closed doors or in cities where no one knew him. He’d been fucked my ten men one night at a bathhouse in Atlanta in the sling room, but he was there visiting a sick relative, so no one knew him. Now, his cover was blown and he was “outed” as a bottom. FUCK! John is so distracted that he is wandering by the campground office and almost gets hit by Richard’s golf cart backing up. Richard jumps out of the cart to check on John. John startled says he is okay, but he is so distracted that Richard knows something is wrong. Richard, whose role as camp “father figure” has been growing over the last decade, offers John a ride to his campground. John tells him where he is staying and Richard says he can get him close, but the trees block the way about 30 feet from the site. The men ride in silence for about a minute, but John’s anxiety is weighing on both men. Richard asks John what is wrong. John doesn’t hear him and says nothing. Richard, afraid something might be terribly wrong and jarred by the rape and the police, raises his voice and changes his tone. He says, “Tell me what’s wrong.” John is shocked by the tone. He starts chattering, almost blubbering, about the events of the weekend. He talks about his image and how he had carefully cultivated an image as a top for over a decade. How guys had treated him poorly as a bottom and how he didn’t feel he could be respected if guys though of him as a bottom. He feels like being “outed as a bottom” kind of broke open a slutty dam inside him. He talks about the sex with his friends, sex in the shower, sex in the field with all his friends, sex with other men over the weekend. Richard is listening intently. He is struck by the number of sexual partners and unprotected sex. This sounds like how this camp was when it first opened in the early 1980s. Richard is thinking but still listening to this muscle jock tell his story. When the man stops speaking, Richard parks the cart. Richard starts speaking to John is a way that slows the churn of negative voices in his head. Richard uses the shared history of the gay community to reach into John. The discussion is about thirty minutes, but it covers “bottom shaming”, “gay shame”, masculinity, love, acceptance, beauty, and joy. Eventually, Richard says, “John I knew a lot of guys like you. You need to own your choices and your joy. When guys are dying of AIDS, they either look back on their lives with joy or sorrow. There is no beauty or joy in seeing young people die painful deaths. However, the men who lived in joy, usually died in joy. Men who lived in doubt and self-hate, died that way too. I’m not saying you are going to die. I’m just asking how you want to live?” Richard asks John’s name and upon receiving it, uses the name repeatedly. He talks about how these stories are not uncommon. He talks about how he just had a conversation with another man today about how tops and bottoms are treated differently in the gay community. John says, “I guess I never looked at it like that.” Richard says, “I have to go start the golf cart parade. Think about what we talked about and come see me ya dumb slutty jock bitch.” Richard’s wry smile belies the last words and John laughs heartily. His laugh inspires a guffaw from Richard as he turns the cart to drive away. Richard stops the cart and says, “And, talk to your friends. I think you will be pleasantly surprised how much they care for you. If you need to talk, come find me. Okay?” John nods and smiles as he watches Richard drive away. John wanders over to his campsite. He sees Matt sitting there with the German and Rugby. Curious, John walks right toward them. Rugby calls out, “Hey homo!” Matt glares at Rugby and using a mom tone says, “Can you really not internalize anything we talked about just now?” The German gets up and gives John a big hug. “Where have you been?” German lifts John up and says, “I hope you’ve been having fun and not just avoiding us.” German puts John down and Rugby comes up and says, “Yeah. I hope you are ok, John. It’s been a crazy weekend.” John says, “Yeah things are ok. You know the camp director, Richard, just drove me back here. He is a good guy.” John goes to change into more relaxed shorts that aren’t covered in cum or dirt. He comes back out and sees Rugby has been watching him change. John’s mind immediately starts pushing negative thoughts. Rugby says, “John. Ummmm. Matt and I just had a long conversation. I think I’ve been being an ass to you or maybe about bottoms or……well……..however I’ve been an ass, I would never want you to think I was putting you down or being anything less than your friend.” Rubgy pauses. It’s clear he’s at a loss for his words. The German and Matt see the C Boys coming back from the shower. They are animated and about to burst in on this necessary conversation. Matt and the German turn toward the C Boys and intercept the roommates. They start talking about things and walk toward the golf cart parade route. Rugby sees the intervention and looks back to John. He says, “Can we talk?” Rugby sees John bracing himself. Rugby reaches out and in one of the most intimate ways he’s ever touched John, lightly entwines his large fingers into John’s palm, and holds his hand. Stunned at his friend holding his hand and John makes eye contact. Rugby’s face is full and open watching John. John steps closer to Rugby. Rugby uses his other arm to embrace John’s shoulders and pulls him close. He says, “I love you dude. I love you so much. I don’t know what’s going on right now, but seeing you hurting makes my heart hurt. It feels like it’s breaking watching you struggle.” John attempts to answer. He can’t at first. The warmth of his friend’s body, the tight grip, the intimacy, the love he is feeling—a love he thought was slipping away. It all builds. As the beautiful jock, being held by his large, beautiful friend, attempts to speak again, a sob breaks his silence. And now the dam truly breaks, as John sobs and sobs. He is letting go of all the tension he put on himself this weekend. He is letting go of the choices made from low self-esteem. He is just letting go. Rugby can feel John is getting limp in his arms. He holds tighter, holding his friend upright as he cries. His friend’s tears and snot are coating his chest where John’s head lays convulsing with sobs. Rugby strokes his hair. John says, “I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry.” Rugby says, “Nothing to be sorry for. I love you.” After John stops crying, the guys talk. And they talk. And they talk more. Every time they seem done, the conversation starts again. Rugby hits pause as he grabs two towels and shower supplies. They go off to the shower block. They can hear the honking and the crowd of the golf cart parade. Rugby says, “I’m glad we are showering. Cold snot on my chest feels cold and sticky.” John looks sheepish and says, “Sorry.” Rugby laughs and says, “Nothing to be sorry for you sexy fucker.” At the showers, the guys undress. Surprisingly, the shower block is empty. Rugby chooses the shower next to John. As they clean themselves, Rugby says, “I hear some guys get it on in the showers.” John winces and looks back and says, “I have kinda been a slut this weekend.” Rugby’s cock responds by getting harder. He says, “Tell me more.” John tells Rugby about the two guys he had sex with right after their sex with Matt. Rugby closes in on John and says, “That is so hot.” Rugby kisses John lightly and sweeps his hand over John’s wet body. He breaks the kiss and looks John in the face. He sees John watching him. Rugby says, “Do you want this?” John smiles. He hears Richard’s words in his head. John reaches out for Rugby’s big shoulders and rubs his bulky, muscular arms. He says, “Do I want these?” He reaches Rugby’s ample, girthy cock and says, “You mean—do I want this?” He gives it a stroke and feels it get hard in his hand. Then, he touches Rugby’s face and says, “I’d like this.” John kisses Rugby. Rugby feels John’s lips on his, parting them, kissing him gently and urgently. John wants him. He can feel it. Rugby pulls him in tightly. Before this weekend, Rugby has only felt this kind of connection with a few men. This feeling of warmth is confusing and intoxicating. He loves John and he holds him as they kiss. A sense of urgency and need rises in Rugby. His cock is full to bursting with the idea of being inside John. He turns John around and half in lust at the perfect muscle jock ass and half in absolute desire to be with a man he loves; Rugby rubs John’s hole and says, “Can I fuck you? We can do more later, but I want to be inside you now.” John nods. Rugby looks about. He didn’t bring lube. As he is about to reach for the shampoo, he sees a discarded lube bottle in the corner. He grabs it, opens it and discovers just enough to coat his cock. He rushes back over to John, almost slips on the floor, steadies himself on John’s hips, and in a moment of self-reflection says, “I haven’t been this eager to fuck an ass since I was a college freshman.” John both watches Rugby and arches his back and spreads his legs. He wants to see his friend enter him. He wants to watch the moment his friend becomes his lover. John feels the girthy cock head against his pucker. He wants this as much as Rugby does. John pushes back. Having been fucked consistently for the last few hours, his ass opens easily. Rugby bottoms out inside him. Rugby thinks to himself, “Fuck no guy can take me so easily. This must be fate.” Rugby moans as the warmth and wetness of John’s ass accepts him. He holds himself in place for a moment, knowing this fuck is going to change his life. He pushes right up against John’s back and tries to get further inside. He wants to be one with John. John grunts, chuckles lightly, and says, “Babe, I think you’re inside me now.” Rugby kisses John. He starts slow strokes. This ass feels incredible. He’s had a few asses this weekend, but John’s is unique. It’s like his heart and his cock are welded together for this fuck. As he speeds up the fuck, he can feel his heart thump harder. It’s scary and intoxicating. And John’s silky ass feels amazing. John starts working Rugby’s cock with his ass muscles. He wants this cock. He can feel how hard Rugby is and how much desire Rugby has to fuck his ass. John wants Rugby to want his ass too. He works his ass muscles to meet each thrust. Rugby says, “Work my cock. Oh fuck you feel so good.” The showers get colder and John turns his off. He braces himself against the wall, hands in front, bent over, and says, “Fuck me harder.” Rugby grabs his friends ass and starts pulling all the way out to the tip and slamming back inside. He does this for a few minutes until he is close to cumming. Then he changes his strokes to pulling out half way with short jabs. This stretches John more by coming out just to the girthiest part of Rugby’s cock. John is moaning. His cock is hard. Rugby reaches around to stroke John’s cock. Rugby leans over John’s body, stroking his cock, and fucking him with deep, determined shallow strokes. He says, “I love you John. I want this to last forever.” John says, “Not forever. I want you to breed me.” Rugby says, “Oh fuck yes.” He returns to the long strokes and slamming back in. A few minutes later as the boys are grunting and moaning loudly, John cums on the floor. His ass muscles contract on Rugby’s cock and less than five strokes later, Rugby is blowing his cum up John’s ass. The boys collapse on the wet, tile floor in a heap of naked limbs and love. They can hear someone peeing and washing his hands on the other side of the shower wall singing, “Nasty” by Janet Jackson. Nasty Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, give me your nasty groove, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, let me see your nasty body move, huh Oh you nasty boys I could learn to like this The boys laugh. John looks at Rugby and says, “It’s Miss Jackson if you’re nasty.” Rugby laughs heartily and hugs John tighter. ……… Meanwhile, High Dude is wandering around the wooded area. “FUCKING WHORES!” he screams. He fucked this dumb slut exactly how he wanted to be fucked. He bred him like the whore he is and now the cops are looking for him. “What a fucking pussy that guy turned out to be. Should’ve known from those purple shorts.” He thinks. High Dude was wandering back toward his campsite when one of his friends said the cops were just asking for him. High Dude asked why, but his friend didn’t know. He said he hadn’t heard the conversation because he was on his way to set up their area for the Golf Cart Parade. High Dude rolled his eyes. He says, “Why does this camp turn my friends into different versions of the same slutty Susie Homemaker?” His friend says, “Why are you such a dick this weekend? Just go see what the cops want asshole.” High Dude remembers that purple shorts dude crying after their fuck. He got what he wanted so why he was crying. It seemed so stupid and weak at the time. High Dude thinks, “Whatever. The guy was a fucking stupid slut.” As he was wandering, he saw Jay going into a trailer with that “July Bottom” dude. Clearly Jay is a fucking whore. He also saw Rugby, the German and Matt talking. There was that slutty cum dumpster, Matt, who wasn’t interested in High Dude for some stupid reason; even though the little slut had been fucked by half the guys at this camp in the last couple days. How his asshole wasn’t dragging along the ground by now was a surprise to High Dude. What a FUCKING WHORE! He needed to get his things and get out of here. But, that meant he had to probably wait until night during the dance party to get his stuff while his friends were away from their campsite.

Note: Recently I read "The Conversion Party" by BadBob214. One of the readers said he woudl have picked a different top to poz him. That insprired me to write my own version. My thanks to BadBob214 and the reader for the inspriation.... I found the address easily enough, then sat in my car feeling terribly nervous -- so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension, and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home, but I knew deep down this was what I wanted and needed. It was my destiny. The instructions on the invite were simple. “The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread ‘The Gift.’ I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no one is taking PrEP or any other oral precaution. This is, of course, a bareback-only event. Condoms are strictly prohibited. “Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the front door, it will be unlocked. Enter and remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If you’re a poz top breeder, take a red wrist band. If you’re neg and here to be bred, take a green wrist band. Or wear something that makes it clear you’re looking to be bred. Then enter through the inner door to the living room.” A couple of weeks before the party, I stopped taking PrEP. The wristband color thing seemed boring. I had decided instead to wear something feminine to advertise my negative status. I bought a cute woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black band and a small round face, and a fake diamond solitaire engagement ring. I thought these would send clear signals that I was there to receive “The Gift,” as the host called it. When I arrived, I took off my clothes and shoved them into an empty bag. At least two dozen others were already filled with other men’s clothes. I stood naked inside the front door, wearing my girlie watch and pretty ring. I was still nervous but my excitement was now overwhelming. My cock began to stiffen, oozing precum; my hole felt sensitive and ready to welcome penetration. A cute guy wearing a green wrist band checked me out, smiled, and said in a high-pitched voice, “Oh, that jewelry is so pretty. Wish I had thought of something like that instead of just this silly wrist band.” I felt myself blush as I replied, “That’s so sweet of you to say.” I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. The room was dimly lit but enough light glinted off my ring for it to be visible; my thin watchband was also obvious. I crossed my arms so my jewelry would be seen and took a deep breath. There were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of young men on their knees sucking cock. One had long hair and wore a lacy black teddy instead of a green wrist band. Two guys were on the floor, one on all fours and the second behind on his knees with a red wrist band rimming the first guy’s hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. Soon he mounted his bottom. A few men moved closer to watch. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood, and his top turned him around and began fingering his ass. They moved near a wall; the front guy put his hands on it and spread his legs. The other moved behind him and pushed his cock into the first guy’s hole. I heard the one in front grunt. Soon they, too, and an audience making obscene comments. No one was wasting any time. A tall man approached me. He was wearing a green band. I caught the disappointment in his eyes as he saw my jewelry. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. I moaned softly into his kiss. I felt his fingers trace the outline of my watch and he whispered in my ear, “Very cute. More creative than a green wrist band.” I smiled and we resumed kissing. Now my cock was rock hard. As we kissed, the door from which I’d just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh, covered with many tattoos. His long cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing a red band. I immediately lost interest in the man who had been making out with me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps toward us. He looked at me and smiled, “Ah, fresh meat.” I reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomer’s hard man meat and pumped it gently. I glanced down and saw that the tatoo above his cock was a poison symbol. He pulled me close and spoke into my ear. “I’m not just HIV-positive. I have AIDS and the medication stopped working. The doctors say I don’t have much longer. Few men will have sex with me anymore. I have to come to parties like this one. Are you ready?” “Yes,” I replied. I felt the room seem to spin. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me deeply, his hands gripping and spreading my ass cheeks. I’m really doing this, I thought to myself. I tasted mouthwash on his breath and found with my tongue that he was missing several teeth. “I used to be young and beautiful like you. Now look at me.” “I don’t care,” I said. “I want to give myself to you and let you use my body for your pleasure.” He looked me deep in my eyes. I felt he could see into my soul. “What’s your name?” “Andy.” “Andy, I’m Stuart. We’re not supposed to use names here, but I want you to know who blessed you with his toxic seed and remember it.” “I will, Stuart. Always.” I shivered for a moment as I considered how AIDS could ravage a man’s body. Stuart must’ve been very handsome. Before. To my surprise, I still found him very sexy, just what I needed this night. “Let’s find a bed,” he said. He took me by the hand up some stairs. We opened a couple of doors and found the rooms occupied by men fucking, sometimes only two, sometimes a group. We could’ve joined them but Stuart clearly wanted me for himself. We finally found an empty room with nothing in it but a single bed. It was covered with a sheet stained with dried cum and traces of blood. I knelt in front of Stuart, opened my lips, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, gently swirling my tongue around it. His precum was delicious! He placed his hands on either side of my head; I placed mine on the sides of his ass cheeks. Stuart had lost so much weight I could feel his hip bones. I thought how sad it was that a beautiful man was losing his life because he loved other men. Suddenly it meant so much more to be receiving “The Gift” from him. As I took him deeper into my mouth, I heard him moan. “Oh, God, it’s been a while since another man sucked my cock. You are one fine cocksucker, Andy.” I was thrilled that he was enjoying my mouth and I let him go until he hit the back of my throat. He humped my mouth in a steady rhythm. I hoped he wouldn’t cum because I wanted his seed in my ass, but I would let him decide. Stuart pulled out of my mouth and drew me to a standing position. He was much taller than me. He wrapped me in his embrace and kissed me deeply again. I could taste his illness; I felt the bones of his disease-ravage body. To my surprise, I was incredibly turned on. “Lie down on the bed,” he said. I obeyed automatically, as if in a trance. Then, “Pull up your legs and spread them.” Again, I complied. Stuart applied some lube to his long cock. When he started to finger my hole, he was rough. Very rough. Scratching my insides with his long nails, he said, “You understand, Andy, why I’m doing this? Even though I know it hurts.” “Yes,” I gasped, as the sharp pain made me wince. After a few minutes, he used a Kleenex to wipe my hole. He inspected it and then showed me the bloody results. “You are ready now to receive my gift. This is your last chance to leave.” He stared deep into my eyes. The effect was hypnotic – I was unable to move. My mouth went dry. Then Stuart joined me on the bed and placed the slick tip of his dick at the entrance to my hole. After a few moments of gentle but steady pressure, it opened to the intruder, and his cock started to work its way relentlessly inside me. I felt an intense burning sensation, soon joined by a delicious fullness. Then the burning gave way to a deep warmth that radiated from my ass to the rest of my body. Slowly, steadily, remorselessly, Stuart penetrated me until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. I saw the deep concentration on his face as he focused on his own pleasure. Stuart lifted my legs onto his shoulders. Then he leaned into me and kissed me deeply again, pressing my thighs against my chest. “You are mine now, Andy. Soon we will be joined forever by my seed, my toxic seed. It will take over your body. You may escape my fate – I certainly hope that you do – but my gift will be with you as long as you live.” “I want that, Stuart,” I replied. “Fill me with your seed. Poz me. I want it, all of it.” As he began to thrust in and out, I grasped his thin forearms. I could feel his bones under his skin. My solitaire ring sparkled in the light cast by the overhead bulb. Then I realized we weren’t alone. Several other men had entered the room, watching us silently. They all wore red wrist bands. I heard one of them say, “I’m glad Stuart found someone to fuck. He doesn’t have much time left.” I heard murmurs of agreement. Now Stuart began to pound my ass, breathing hard, his face taut with effort and passion. My ass was on fire. His full, heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. My cock, rock hard, bounced around with each thrust. I kneaded his abdomen with my finger nails, helping to draw out his cum. “Here it comes, Andy!” he shouted. “Here comes my poz load! Take it.” And with a deep, guttural roar, he emptied himself inside me, thrust after thrust. With each inward pulse, I pictured the ribbons of toxic cum shooting deep into me, mixing with my blood. I was thrilled as I thought, We just mated. Stuart just impregnated me. His toxic babies will grow inside me. Stuart collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. The men in the room clapped and cheered. I held himt close, wrapping my arms and legs around his wasted body, my ass clenching his cock as it slowly softened. I didn’t want to lose any of his toxic seed. As I gently caressed his back, I became aware of the sores that marred his skin. I now fully understood what the other men had said. One of them spoke, breaking the silence of the room. “This boy belongs to Stuart tonight. No one else fucks him.” They filed out and closed the door. I felt his cock slowly soften inside me. Suart eased off me and we lay facing each other. He kissed me softly. “Andy, you’ve made a very sick man very happy tonight.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “I am yours for the rest of the night,” I whispered. I was surprised by how quickly he hardened against my thigh. This time I rolled him onto his back, straddled his waist, guided his cock to my waiting hole, and impaled myself on his dick. I rocked forward and back as he gripped my hips. I saw the look of intense pleasure on his face as I worked my ass, rising and falling. I gradually increased the rhythm, my delicate hands playing with the hairs on his chest, my pretty jewelry making me feel feminine even though I had never felt more like a gay man. I think we were both surprised by how quickly he came. I felt the wetness deep, deep inside me. When he softened and slipped out of my ass, I felt a little of his cum drip from my hole, even though I tried t clench it. I wished I had thought to bring a butt plug. Oh, well. We both drifted off to sleep. My nap was filled with lurid, erotic dreams, wit me being fucked by a line of gaunt, diseased men. I was awakened an hour later by Stuart’s hands rolling me onto my belly. He knelt behind me and spread my legs. I lay motionless, my face resting on my hands. I felt his cock rubbing my crack. With each stroke, it grew harder and longer. Then he guided the tip to my hole and pushed into me. As he passed my sphincter, a grunt escaped my throat. I felt his body press down on my back. “You like this, don’t you? You like being a pussy for an AIDS top, don’t you?” I nodded. “Of course you do. It’s what you always needed, Andy, and now it’s real.” He wrapped his arms under me and gripped my shoulders. I turned and looked at his hands, the flesh taut. Then I looked over my shoulders, and Stuart leaned forward to kiss me deeply. I felt an orgasm welling up inside me. “I’m gonna cum,” I declared, in a strange, high-pitched voice. “Yes, baby,” Stuart said. “Cum for daddy. Your last negative load.” With that, I exploded, spurts of my jism coating the sheet and my belly. Stuart wasn’t far behind. He slammed my ass again and again until I heard the familiar deep sigh of a male who has mated with his bitch. More wetness inside me. I felt a stinging sensation from the open wounds being rubbed raw. It was painful but also deeply satisfying. I replay that amazing night in my mind every chance I get.

Met a guy at a rest stop. It was late and cold. We walked to his truck it was hugh. We stripped and i sucked him then he fucked me in the fold out bed and after he asked if I wanted to go for a short ride for him to drop off the trailer in the morning. I moved my car to a better spot. Then climbed back in. He wanted me to be naked in the back of the cab as we drove off. We rode for a few hours till he pulled over and came back and fucked me again. Then continued on the trip. Buy eairly morning we arrived where he switched trailers to head back. I was still naked all this time. He drove to a rest stop to get food and came back with a friend as he climbed in I was told to please him so he fucked me as the other sat in the driver's seat watching. When finished he left and he started the truck handed me food and we drove off. He asked if i wanted to do a cross country trip with him. I said sounds good but couldn't get the time. He was on the phone a few times as I just laid there as we drove to another rest stop. A guy came up to the truck and climbed in. He said to me he wanted to meet you. As he climbed to the back he pulled me out to get my ass over and he fucked me as the other watched. The guy left as I got back to the bed and he came over and said your a fun whore. He pulled me over to look at my ass and said it looks better now as he climbed up pulled his pants down and pounded the hell out of me. Climbed off pulled his pants up and started the truck as we drove off. After a few hours we got to the rest stop where we met. He said you can go now as I got dressed and climbed out of the truck. Fun few days.

The path we walk on this journey is always a deeply personal one. There is no right, wrong, left, right, up or down direction. The path changes with the journey itself and we all encounter different situations along the way which sometimes change the direction of the path. Someone at the age of 20 will have a different path than someone at 35, 50 or 60. What your are describing @homosapiens is your journey until now and you reached a point when you need to decide what's best for you. Bear in mind that personal circumstances determine your future path: age, general health considerations, career, family, friends, environment, etc. Since I tested HIV+ many decades ago I made a conscious decision not to take any meds. I was in my late 20s and I was clinically healthy. And so I saw no reason to infuse myself with medication which was, at that time, having more negative side effects than positive. And I also decided to take better care of myself: more fitness, better diet, avoid as much as possible anything that would knowingly harm me. It's been now close to three decades and while I do carry the virus I managed to stay healthy. Except of the VL which goes up and down with every test, everything else checks out just fine. I have had hundreds if not thousands of of sexual partners along the way. Each and every one of them was duly informed that I am HIV+, that I don't take any medication, and that I am most likely infectious. Even at bathhouses, saunas or sex clubs, I make sure I whisper in the ear of anyone who comes in contact with me that I am poz and likely infectious. I had a huge number of rejections, of course. But I was always upfront and honest. Even now, in the age of PrEP, I let the others know that I am poz. In a dark room, it only takes me a few moments to quickly turn around and let the guy fucking me that I am poz and not on meds (I learned that in a few languages too LOL). And so I leave it to the other guy to decide for himself. No pressure, no expectations, no lies. Now, back to your original thoughts... How will you manage going forward? It is up to you and your personal context. Everyone will tell you their story and their actions, but none will match your own experience, past and future. Science tells us that PrEP is the way to go now. If you are comfortable with it, and if you're healthy with no obvious side effects, staying on PrEP and being neg is a good thing. It carries less stigma, less paperwork, allows you to travel freely and reduces the visits to the doctors. Removes the need to explain, disclose, and justify and gets you pretty much the same quality of life the majority of men enjoy. If your mind demands sex without PrEP, then you need to evaluate the risks and be very practical about the consequences. But, as I said, the path you choose is different for everyone and deeply personal. You need to ask yourself a few questions to determine the reason for your decision but in the end YOU need to be happy and deal with the decision. What people put on their profile and what is going on in reality... there's a significant difference. I personally made a (somewhat) informed decision decades ago and to this day I stand by my decision. Living carefree and letting the nature runs its course is a personal choice that cannot be translated to someone else's life. And feelings of 'sex is so much better without PrEP' may be temporary, while the virus stays with you for life. YOU are the one who needs to determine if the risk is worth it or not. And as I said in the beginning, we all have a different path which also changes with age and context. And as for certainty you seek to reassure yourself that many men are on PrEP and the risk is low... Nobody can give you an answer with absolute certainty. PrEP works for the overwhelming majority who take the pill religiously. And most likely works for you too, so it all depends if the urge is just mental and borne out of a fantasy, or if you are tired of PrEP and something inside you tells you to stop and live as you wish. We are all products of our desires in all respects: money, love, health, kinks, comfort, etc. You just need to figure out how would your life unfold if you stop prep and somehow test poz. If you are content with the outcome or not, it's up to you to decide. As an anecdote, in early 2000s I met a French guy who tested poz in the late 80s. He is now close to 70. He has never been on meds and lives a full life, clinically healthy and content. And I met many people who took their meds religiously but were overwhelmed by other illness. One or two cases are just a drop in the sea. My point is that we all want to be happy, young and full of vitality and carefree. But unprotected sex is not the only risk in life but one that you can minimise and remove the hassle of additional headaches... And just to be super clear for anyone who reads this comment and thinks that I somehow advocate on not being on meds if you're poz as being a good thing, this is definitely not the point. I am only saying that in the context of OP's wonderings, we should only do what's in the best interest of yourself, and caring for others' wellbeing too. PrEP or no PreP, condoms or not, it is up to you my dear @homosapiens and the partners you enjoy with.

It depends. I once went to a sauna where one of the dark rooms had a dimmed down screen with porn, guys fucking. It was fun to watch porn while getting fucked. This same sauna had a public sling at the end of a very dark room, where I wore my black shorts with a green glowing circle. I took many loads that time, many from guys that I didn't even see. I think that saunas should provide good dark spaces. Many public slings have too much light.

I decided at the age of 50 that I was done with relationships. I didn't look back. Until now. Kind of. Like many extreme declarations, mine was premature. It was well thought out seemingly, but it didn't take into account, couldn't take into account, future feelings and needs, shifting circumstances. I still feel exhausted at the thought of a relationship. I still crave sexual variety, getting bored quickly with my regulars. I live alone and have friends, including my ex , someone I was with for 20 years , on and off, mostly on. We play together, that is, in the same room, but the physical thrill is long dead and buried. But he knew that when I woke up one morning recently that I would be eager to take this young stud's fat dick and monster load. I still think of his roar as he unloaded in my happy hole. My ex has delivered shockingly good fucks for me for years now. With his effort, and no patience for apps, I still manage to get laid enough, but some days, living alone is tough. I have regulars that drop by unannounced and they don't do it often enough to annoy me. I'm usually happy to see and accommodate them . The longing to be with someone, a certain someone, a doesn't last long and isn't particularly intense. I have friends, a dog, my writing, work and a spirituality that make it all difficult to really feel alone. I also have a voracious appetite for taking loads. My regulars though tend to become more friends than friends with benefits. I'm okay with that. I guess I'm saying what I want and need keeps evolving, but it seems that passing up relationships has allowed me a growth I still embrace. I'd love a regular- a regular supply of random loads, but I think right now seems just right. And that's all I can ask for it. In other words, who the knows what my real preference is? Is it at odds with what I have? With what I actually need? Can't see that far ahead or behind me.

Chapter 3 Friday, June 2, 1993, 11:18 PM I hear a few clanks and claps, and then master stops and says, "Are you ready for your birthday present, faggot?" With His cock suctioned in my mouth, I gag out, "Yes, sir." I'm pulled off master by the four mentors and placed in a leather-like hammock. My legs are put into these U-shaped things on either side, leaving them up, open, and rested. master, with a shit-eating grin, gives me one of those brown bottles and says, "Indulge yourself, faggot." He goes down on my hole again as He grabs at my armpits and places His thumbs on my nipples, teasing me mercilessly. I whimper in pleasure as I sniff the bottle, and then grab the chains with my hands so I can feel some restriction in my arms. master comes up for air, gives me a kiss as I feel the tip of His cock knocking on my back door, ready to plunder. My body starts to tingle from the tension of His touch and the building pressure on my special place, making me quiver with anticipation. I grab His neck and loudly say, "My faggot hole is yours, sir.” He kisses me with His tongue down to my throat, deeply with passion, and slowly enters with my birthday present, stretching me wide. I moan without restraint as I grab at His backside for dear life, urging Him deeper. I spread my legs as far apart as possible to welcome Him into His new home, my hole quivering with anticipation and desire. Masters entrance, a welcomed pain, fills my rectum with newly discovered expansion, witnessed by my curling toes and the uncontrollable shaking of my legs. My muffled cries and gasps only fuel His long entrance past my second ring. My moan deepens in tone to a depth I've never uttered before, a guttural sound of pure submission. Finally, I feel Masters balls rest on my taint. He is fully inside of me, claiming every inch of my tight, willing hole, owning me completely. I look directly into His eyes, and as I use my tongue, I utter the muffled words, "Please... Fuck me, now," in an even deeper, more primal tone of want, never offered before. He collects both of my wrists and holds them together, pressing against the chain, and with His right hand, He grabs my right ass cheek and digs in an extra quarter inch, making me jump and moan. "Uhhh," He starts to pull out, teasing me with a rush of blood to His cock, forcing me to clench His hand for dear life, desperate for more. Slowly out and in, the world is invisible to me. This man and His cock is all there is, pounding into me with relentless intensity. In and out all over again; my friends, my new found brothers in depravity, jealously witnessing my bliss, their eyes hungry with lust. He repeats His motions as harry and danny each come to my sides and suck on an armpit, their tongues leaving wet trails on my skin, heightening my pleasure. master frees His hand from my ass and places it around my throat, pushing inward, noticeably restricting my breath, making me lightheaded with pleasure. harry restrains one arm, and danny the other. master places His other hand on my chest to grab at some flesh to make a handle, using me like a toy for His pleasure. He increases His thrusts into me as I wail uncontrollably in ecstasy, my body convulsing with each powerful stroke, lost in a sea of sensation. My eyes rolled back, that little bottle placed to my nostril, and I huff like it's my last breath; the scent of His cologne and my own musk filling my nostrils. "Oh My God uhhhhh, FUCK ME." master makes good use of me, my legs flailing about like a floundering fish, completely at His mercy. My ass spasms with each withdrawal, clenching tightly around His cock, trying to keep Him inside, never wanting this to end. "Oh my God, sir, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum," and then I hear master say, "Here's my load, faggot." "Ughh," my ass and His cock rhythmically spasming in harmony as I explode all over master’s face and chest, my cum mixing with His sweat, a sticky mess of our combined lust. He says, "Yum. Tastes like faggot to me," as He licks His lips, savoring the taste of my release, a trophy of His conquest. After a complete draining of His balls, the emptiness He leaves by His withdrawal is blatantly obvious; for I am in bliss, my hole gaping and aching from the intense fucking, feeling utterly used and satisfied. He kisses me and says, "Happy birthday, faggot." Unable to move, I remain where I am, euphoric with a tingling sensation throughout my body, my nerves still tingling from the overwhelming pleasure. I am truly a happily used faggot, marked and claimed by my master, forever changed by this encounter for I have been cunted. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 12:09 AM harry’s mentor orders him to one of the padded logs; from behind he offers harry a sniff of that bottle as his leash is reattached, and then proceeds to mount him for all to see. harry whimpers in pleasure as he maintains the number one position. With each thrust; we see him deepening his surrender to the cock inside him, his body quivering with each powerful stroke. His ass jutting out, back arched, and arms extended, offering his face for others to witness, a picture of pure submission and desire. arthur is placed beside harry and mounted like his boyfriend. The two holding hands, enjoying their holes being slowly fucked on display for everyone, their moans and gasps filling the air, a symphony of pleasure and pain. Then danny and I are placed in front of them, fed the bottle, and mounted as well. The four of us, best friends since childhood, now united in our shared depravity and lust. All watch unknown masked men use each other's bodies for their pleasure and an audience stroking their cocks to our lustful submission, their eyes hungry with desire as they await their turn. Looking into each other's eyes, we see something in each other that we've never noticed before. My friends are absolute degenerate faggots, and so am I. We are nothing but total sluts, allowing unknown masked men to have us without shame, our bodies mere vessels for their pleasure. We watch over each other as one man finishes inside one of us and is then quickly replaced by another who awaits their turn, our holes stretched and used, filled with their seed. We yell, "FUCK me sir, fuck my hole sir, cum in my faggot hole sir, breed me sir, I need your cum sir." We're all competing with each other to become the most depraved version of our faggot selves, our bodies aching and sore from the relentless pounding. After all of my new found brothers have successfully bred us, our holes now flooded with their cum, our asses used and stretched beyond our understanding, feeling utterly both ruined and satisfied. I feel my brothers cum slowly oozing out. Little by little, no matter how hard I try to keep it inside, I can't. I see it in my friends' faces they are clenching just as I am, our bodies betraying us, wanting to keep those precious loads inside. We don't want the cum to stay in us; we NEED THE CUM TO STAY IN US. Compelled by an unknown force, I found myself drawn to danny's rear, an insatiable urge to taste the forbidden driving me forward. I began to suck on his cum-filled hole, my tongue probing and exploring every crevice with a fervor that surprised even myself. The mix of flavors was intoxicating, a heady blend of our brothers' essence and the musk of his body, a potent cocktail that fueled my hunger. I could feel danny's ass clenching around my tongue, his body desperate to hold onto the precious nectar inside him. But I was relentless, driven by a primal need to savor every last drop. As I sucked and licked, I felt danny's hands on my body, pulling me closer, his fingers digging into my flesh. Our moans mingled, a symphony of pleasure and desperation. We were both on the edge, our bodies trembling with the effort of holding back the inevitable. I broke away briefly, my breath ragged, and looked right into danny's eyes. They were wild with desire, mirrored by my own. We fell to the ground, our bodies entwined, limbs tangled in a frenzy of need. Our hands roamed, exploring each other's asses, fingers probing and stretching, preparing for the onslaught of our tongues. On the ground, we sixty-nined with a ferocity that belied our exhaustion, our tongues diving deep, seeking out every last drop of cum. The taste was overwhelming, a heady mix of salt and musk, a reminder of the primal acts that had brought us to this point. We licked and sucked, our tongues working in tandem, determined to savor every bit of our brothers' essence. Arthur and Harry, inspired by our fervor, joined us on the ground, their bodies pressing against ours as we formed a tangled, writhing mass of flesh and desire. The lawn was filled with the wet sounds of our tongues and the occasional moan of pleasure, a symphony of our shared lust and submission. Our hands roamed freely, forcing each other's asses open, allowing our tongues to penetrate deeper, to taste the very essence of our brothers. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain, as our bodies betrayed us, craving more even as they were pushed to the brink. The world outside faded away, leaving only the here and now, the shared experience that had bonded us in a way no words could describe. Our bodies ached with the intensity of our acts, but the pleasure was worth every moment of discomfort. We were lost in a world of pure sensation, our minds and bodies forever changed by the experience. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 02:27 AM Unaware of anything but the taste and texture of danny's freshly fucked-out hole. The fire has dimmed to a flicker, the only light coming is from the moon casting an eerie glow on our entwined bodies. The tables cleared, and the area picked up, the remnants of our lustful encounter scattered about; a testament to our shared depravity. Our mentors collect us one by one, tugging at our leashes, and walk us inside the house to our assigned quarters, our bodies aching and sore, but content and satisfied with this evening. When we get inside, my mentor says, "Aren't you a filthy faggot, huh, boy?" Looking down at myself, I see I'm covered in dirt and grass adhered to my body from dried cum and slobber, my skin sticky and smeared with the evidence of our lustful encounter. My knees are stained green, as is my side, the grass and earth clinging to my sweat-slick skin. My Mentor walks me into the shower, commanding me to hold my hands up as the Omega scrubs me down thoroughly, his rough hands and abrasive cloth removing the layers of grime and cum, revealing the raw, used flesh beneath. My Mentor unleashes me and says, "Now scrub the Omega, then the Beta, the Alpha, and finally my mentor with his defining treasure trail." I've tasted and explored every inch of their bodies before, but now only with my hands, my fingers tracing the contours of their muscles and the curves of their asses, remembering the taste and feel of them. As I clean them, I can't help but give myself another taste here and there, my tongue darting out to lick at a particularly enticing spot, savoring the last remnants of our shared lust. All that goodness going down the drain, what a waste, I think to myself, a pang of regret washing over me as I watch the evidence of our pleasure disappear. I dry them off like my parents did when I was a child; with tender loving care, my hands gentle and soothing, a stark contrast to the rough handling we've endured. Afterwards, my mentor hops into the bed and commands me to join him, his eyes heavy with lust and satisfaction, a promise of more to come. He holds my boyish body with an embrace and says, "faggot bindel, you are one of my boys now, and no harm will ever come to you." We are a pack, the five of us that is; a family of faggots, bound by our shared lust and submission. I curl up on my mentor, feeling my pack brothers' flesh around me, like a dog, I am comforted by the warmth and their embrace, their bodies a haven of safety and pleasure. I pass out snuggled in their arms, feeling safe and at peace in this world, my body sated and content, ready to face whatever tomorrow may bring, together with my pack, my family, my brothers in arms and in lust.

I love this pic, eventhough my hole could use some stretching... maybe a reason for a second pic in the future

Chapter 13 ——- Jacob ——- I was working the front after the lunch rush. It was slow and while I cleaned up I thought about my recent sexual awakening. It had been a little over 3 weeks since that first time I had taken Buck/Daddy scorpion’s toxic loads. The next night I had fucked Ant and filled him full of my cum. In the weeks since then Buck had bred me several more times. I have also met up with a few random hookup since then. While topping feels good and is fun I am pretty sure I am a vers bottom. I still want to top every so often but I definitely enjoy bottoming more. I would love to take dick everyday if I could. I have only hooked up with negative or undetectable guys. I want to be sure Buck is my poz daddy. I want his strain to be the one I carry. I was hoping I’d of seroconverted by now. I asked Trev how long it normally takes and he said it could be up to a month to have the “fuck flu” but also could take longer. Or I could convert and not have any real symptoms. He pointed out it took Lane 4 months to test poz. We made a plan to get at home tests at the month mark if I didn’t come down sick before then. I really wanted to earn my tattoo. Kenny walked up front around 2:00 untrusting my day dreaming. He was working the front tonight for the closing shift. His nose ring, earrings, and shaved head were shinning in the shop lights. ”Hey Jacob! How are you?” He asked with a big smile on his face. ”Hi Kenny. I am doing ok!” I said smiling back at him. “That’s always good to hear bud” He said as wrapped his arm around my shoulder giving me an bro hug even though I was about 2 inches taller than him. After that I was sent to the back for an hour or so for training with Trev on the pizza station. Ant pulled him when Lane got there to show him some of the ordering and inventory stuff. Trev was being taught the roles he’d need to know in order to be the assistant manager. Jayden had that role before he left and now they wanted to get Trev into it. Buck had also had talked about hiring one or two more people since sales had been up all year. The thought of new boys made me excited at the possibility of new friends and coworkers but a little jealous that it meant Buck would probably have a lot less time for me in the evenings after he got me knocked up. However, I also reminded myself that it would give me a whole lot more time to explore and have sex with new people. To taste a variety of men so to speak. It wouldn’t be bad at all and I knew Buck would always care for me no matter what. Ant had Kenny and me work in a project in the lobby while it was slow cleaning up and putting up new signage. We chatted while we worked. I had told him about my first time with Buck’s poz seed, the times since, my night with Ant, and the guys I’d messed with since. Kenny told me about his times with the bosses and his pozzing story. It was hot to hear and I was half hard the whole time. He also talked about all his piercing saying he had them everywhere eve down there. I kind of scoffed in disbelief. To prove my doubts wrong he pulled up his shirt and showed me his pierced nipples and his belly button ring. It was the first time I’d seen anything like it in person. The piercings and the tats. They all looked so good on him. I had too tell him I how hot I found him and them. I also admitted I’d never been with a guy with body piercings. He made a small laugh and then looked around the empty lobby and unzipped his pants pulling out a big soft dick and nice set of balls. His dick was completely soft but had to be like 5 inches long. I couldn’t help myself I had to get a closer look. I moved closer to Kenny and bent over looking at the ring through the head of his dick and the bars going down the shaft. I reached out and grabbed his flaccid dick. As I moved it around to get a good look he started to get hard. Next thing I knew I had an almost 10 inch long hard and very thick dick in my hands. “Ummm sorry. I should have asked before I groped you.” I said when I realized what I had done. I went to move my hand away and he covered mine hand with his. Then he started moving my hand so I was now stroking him. He looked me in the eyes as he smiled a devious smile. “It’s ok, just a curious boy. We don’t have an order for at least 15 minutes. I can see who’s coming in through the window in enough time to warn you if you want to try tasting it.” He said before winking at me. My inner slut came out and I was down on my knees licking his cock head and tasting his slit and the ring that went through it. Then I moved to his shaft and those bars. Running my tongue down the shaft and back up. I knew we had limited time so I went to work and took the head in my mouth. It took bit of time but I managed to get almost 3/4ths of it down my throat. It felt incredible sucking his pierced cock. It made the experience so different but in a good way. I also used my hands to help me jerk his large hog as I sucked him. He started moaning lowly as he encouraged me to suck him. Calling me his good boy. Taking his dick out of my mouth and slapping me on the face with it every so often. Finally he took me by the back of the head and throat fucked me hard and as deep as he could. He made me gag some but nothing I couldn’t take and nothing I didn’t enjoy. After a few minutes of this his balls pulled up and his breathing got more intense. “Mmm yes boy I am going to feed you my toxic babies!! Swallow every single drop baby!!” He said as he flooded my throat with his cum. His load was massive. He shot several big ropes of cum into my throat and mouth. It tasted good. Sweet but with a bit of tang. It was very unique to what I had tasted so far. But it tasted very good! As he finished he pulled his dick from my mouth and brought me up to him and made out with me while his cum was still in my mouth. We French kissed which allowed me to share his seed with him. It was so hot!! I was so into it that hadn’t even realized I had come in my pants. I noticed the wet spot in my jeans as we parted. I got a little embarrassed when he noticed the spot too. Kenny pulled up his pants went around the corner and got a lap apron for me to wear till it dried. He assured me it was hot that I came for blowing him. We got back to work after our fun and giggled as we worked. I would definitely be down for a repeat and wanted to try that pierced dick in my hole in the future. I was even so bold as to tell him that. He was totally onboard with it too. The dinner rush went smooth and I headed home after it slowed. I got home and watched some tv. Around 9 I got super tired and decided to go to bed. I fell into dream land remembering the taste of Kenny’s cum on my lips as we kissed. ——- Buck ——- (The next morning) It had been a few weeks since I’d put my first toxic load in Jacob. His tight raw virgin negative hole gripping my big fat poz dick. Him begging for my toxic babies as I flooded his negative boy hole with my cum. I thought of it often when I had a down moment. Today wouldn’t have much down time though. First I had gone to the community center and attended one of Kenny’s classes early this morning. When I left the house around 7:15 this morning I saw Jacob’s new (to him) car was parked in front of his house. That car had been a fantastic buy. It is in really good condition. I suspected he was still asleep when I drove by. I wondered if he had got any action last night. I was happy I had helped awaken his inner slut. I’d put probably 10 dirty loads in him since the initial 4 that I put in him during our first fuck. I know he fucked what was probably his last neg load into Ant’s ass the night after I took his cherry. He’d also told me about the 3 other men he’d bottomed for since. He said he was vers bottom but I’d call him a bottom with the occasional craving to top. I also noticed he’d been flirting with Kenny a lot recently. I hope Jacob is ready for a big dick because that boy has a big pierced monster between his legs. But he is gentle with it I hear. He is vers too so they’d be a good fuck pairing. He didn’t seem sexually interested in Trevor and vice versa. They were too much like brothers. Jacob and Lane had become fast friends and Lane had been helping get into the gay world since Jacob had never really been in the scene. They may fuck at some point but I’d put more money on someone tagging them as the two bottom friends shared a dick. I got to the shop around 9:00 and went through the back door leaving it unlocked so Jacob come in and not wait on me. I kicked on the ovens and got the pizza station ready. Then I got to work on the prep. I was busy and not really watching the time. When I came out of the cooler after putting the last of the prep away I saw on the wall clock it was 10:37. I hadn’t heard Jacob come in but I was sure he had to of. It was strange he hadn’t asked for me to get his drawer from the safe, but maybe he wanted to get set up instead of bothering me. That would be so like him not wanting to disturb me. I walked up to the front area to check on him. The lights were still out and none of the opening work had been done. I started to panic a little. I went through the whole shop looking for him as I called Ant hoping he was home and he could look to see if Jacob’s car was still on our street. When Ant answered he told me he was out running errands but he would be at the shop in 10 mins to take over so I could go check on Jacob. Ant could handle the shop for a little while by himself. We had both done it before. I knew something had to be up because Jacob was never late and would never not call if he would be. I was going out the back door as Ant came in it. He told me to be careful and let him know what’s up when I could. I made it back home in no time flat. His Camry was still sitting in the same place. I parked right behind him, put the truck in park, and fast walked to his apartment door. I got up to the door and knocked on it with my heart racing. When he didn’t answer and I didn’t hear anything I knocked harder. Still nothing. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I thought of the maintenance man that the people that owned this house employed that also lived in the ground floor unit. I bolted around and knocked hard on his door hoping he was hope. My heart was going a million miles a minute and I was only giving him 30 seconds before I went back and kicked Jacob’s door in. I’d pay for the damn thing if it meant he was safe. Luckily the man was there and able to come straight around and open Jacob’s door. He asked if he should come in but I asked him not to for a few minutes while I investigated. I asked him to wait at the door just in case. He agreed to that. The all the lights were out off in the apartment. I made my way back to the bedroom and found Jacob in bed sleeping deeply. He was laying in a bed of sweat. His skin was clammy, his eyes looked puffy, and when I touched him he was warmer than normal. I felt his forehead and found it very hot. I felt his lymph nodes and they felt swollen. I was pretty sure Jacob was going through his seroconversion. I tried to wake him by shaking his shoulder but he just moaned and rolled away from me. The first call I made was to my doctor and friend to get us in to see him right away. I wanted to lessen any pain or sickness he was feeling. We also needed to get his temperature down. He could draw blood while we were there too. I called Trevor after getting the okay from the doctor to bring Jacob in. I explained what was going on and asked him to go help Ant so I could concentrate on Jacob. Trevor made me promise to give him updates even going so far as to practically threaten me if I didn’t. I am older and taller than Trevor but I’d never do anything piss him off, I didn’t want to feel his wrath. I promised again I’d give him updates as soon as I could. Only then did he agree to go to the shop and not come to Jacob’s house. I went back to the front door and let the maintenance guy know Jacob was just dealing with a flu and told him he could go. I then went back to Jacob’s room and managed to wake him up enough to get him up and dressed in fresh dry clothes. I practically carried him to the truck and bucked him Into the passenger seat. By the time I was in the driver seat he had put his head against the window and fell back asleep. We got to the clinic and I hustled him in. The nurse took us straight back to an exam room. When the doctor came in Jacob woke up enough to talk to him. Apparently he’d been feeling fine yesterday at work and last night at home got very tired. Then in the middle of the night he got sick waking up stumbling to the bathroom to puked a few times and then he passed out. He had woke up a few times sweating but was so tired he couldn’t get out of bed. After examining him and taking some blood samples the doctor agreed that he thought Jacob was seroconverting based on the facts and time frame. The first night may have knocked him up after all. Jacob was half awake his head laying against my shoulder as the doctor talked to him and gave him some prescriptions to help with the ill ones form concerting. I made sure to pay attention so I could help Jacob get what he needed when he needed it. None of the other scorpion boys had got this sick. It worried me a little but the doctor assured me it was fine. He’d call with the preliminary results later this afternoon. He sent us on the way to get the meds and get Jacob back in bed to rest. I called Ant and Trevor as we drove to the pharmacy and told them what was up. Ant immediately took charge and told me he’d cover the shop for a few days while I took care of Jacob. Trevor promised to stop by after he got off work to check in. When we arrived at Jacob’s house there was a silver car parked in front of Jacob’s camera. As I got him out Trevor’s mom got out of the silver car and came up to help me get him in the house. She had brought a big tub of chicken noddle soup which she put in the fridge. She had also brought a few other supplies. While I got Jacob doped up on his medicine and in sleeping clothes she changed the bedsheets sheets. I tucked him in as mom cleaned the bathroom from last night. She straightened up the bedroom and got things set up to care for him for a few days. She kissed his forehead before she left. She promised she’d be back tomorrow to check in and back again everyday till he was feeling better. She really was the shop’s mom. After I got him tucked in Jacob remained pretty out of it. I made sure to wake him when his meds were due. His fever broke a few hours after he got to bed. I stripped him from his sweaty clothes and put him in clean ones. I continued monitoring him to be sure he wasn’t thrashing or getting too hot again. I got a call from the doc around 4:30 and he was certain Jacob was now a scorpion boy. The first results of the blood work had come back and it indicated a positive test. The definitive test results would be back tomorrow but he doubted they would say anything different. Trevor dropped by a little after 7:00 brining me a pizza to munch on. I gave Trevor the most recent updates after which he went in and sat with Jacob for about 30 minutes. I left them to their privacy and I called Ant to give him an update and talk about the schedule the next few days. After Trevor left the apartment I ate my pizza and watched some tv as Jacob slept. I laid down with my new scorpion boy around 10:00 after I given him his last dose for the night. I fell asleep listening to his breathing and small snore. ——————— We have a new Scorpion Boy!!!! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and it was worth the wait. Look for the next chapter in the coming days (if work cooperates ha). Thanks for all your patience and kind words!! Uncut

I tell the bottom that I am going to breed his ass before we even start having sex. That way there are no surprises.

Thanks for sharing your journey and the vulnerability of your questioning. I can relate to many of your steps. I was pozzed before the development of PreP. I really wasn't chasing, but the night I said "fuck it, I’m giving into my overwhelming desire for bb" I got knocked up. I'll never forget the thrill of feeling him climax deep inside me. Knowing this stranger was newly diagnosed and therefore highly toxic just added to the thrill. When I left the doctor's office with my diagnosis I spent an instant feeling upset and guilty, but just an instant. I gave myself a shake and reminded myself I chose to take the risk "It's done, regret and guilt won't help. " In my thinking and value system sex is meant to be intense! For me risk adds to that intensity! It's why I love raw sex with strangers. I would encourage you to trust your questions and trust your path no matter what others think one way or the other. If you need to embrace the risk, flush the pills in celebration 🍾

Chapter 4 – Oh Daddy The entire length of his daddy’s dick was now inside of Aiden. It was sending waves of pleasure through his body. He had just realized that it was his real dad inside of him but he did not give a fuck. All that mattered was the pleasure coming through from his hole. He was in love. In love with his Daddy’s dick. Aiden was left speechless. His body was in euphoria. The high from the T and the dick in his hole. Then it started moving in and out slightly, back and forth. S: Damn your so damn tight, son. Relax and loosen up for Daddy. Sid reached around the boy and found his nipples. He played with them, flickering them, rubbing them. This helped the boy relax a little. Sid could finally get some kind of rhythm going. The stationary camera was getting great footage of Daddy’s dick and balls slamming into the boy’s hole. A: oh Daddy! Daddy! Hearing that and watching made Todd hard as can be. He had long lost his boxers and had been walking around the room naked, with 8 inch dick sticking straight out. Every time he hear Aiden say “Daddy” made his dick throb. He knew he had to wait his turn but was counting down in his head. A: Fuck Daddy. Fuck me. Sid pulls out and backs off the bed. S: turn around and scoot your ass to the edge. Aiden gets into position as ordered. Sid picks up Aiden’s legs and rests them on this shoulders. He spits on his dick and lines it up with the hole. S: Beg for it. Beg for it son. A: Please Daddy! I need it. I need your big dick in my hole. I feel empty without it in me. S: What about your tight little hole? A: Loosen me up Daddy. Fuck me loose. Wreck my hole. Sid was satisfied mentally with his conquest. Now back to the physically. He jammed his dick back into the hole in one push. He was balls deep before Aiden could clinch down. Sid starts long dicking his son. A: Oh damn, it’s so big Daddy. Feed me that Daddy dick. S: Oh son. Take your Dad’s dick. I’m gonna fill you with my cum. A: Yes, Daddy. Fill me up. I need your seed. Sid continues to jackhammer he boy. The man and boy are covered with sweat. Their bodies making slapping noises that fill the room. The boy reached for his dick to jerk off but the man slaps his hand away. S: No son. You get to cum when I say so. A: oh gawd. It feels so good Daddy. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking your son. Sid was getting close but did not want to cum just yet. He stops his thrusting and pulls out. Aiden feels the emptiness without anything in his hole. A sadness takes over him. A: aww, why did you stop? S: Because I’m in charge, boy. Now move over so I can lay down. Sid lays right in the middle of the bed. He waves the boy toward him. S: Okay now, you’re going to sit on my dick and take the whole thing. No whining. Be a man about it. Aiden straddled his Daddy and his ass hovered over his Daddy’s dick. He starts to lower himself. The head touches his hole and sends electricity through his body. He needed that cock in him asap. His hole was twitching knowing what was to come. Lowering further, Aiden takes the thick head and an inch or two. S: That’s right. You’re in charge of how fast to go down on it. Take your time. Aiden didn’t want to take his time. He needed the dick in him now. He took a large breath and pushed himself down all the way to the base. His hole was throbbing. He knew he took too much too soon but he didn’t care. He needed to be filled with dick. S: Good. Now rock back and forth with your hips. Yes, good. Keep doing that back and forth. We’re gonna find your boy button. You’ll know it when you find it. Aiden rocked and rocked and then came to a spot that sent chills up his spin and to his dick. He shivered slightly. S: That’s it alright. Daddy found your boy button. Now I know what angle to fuck you in to fuck the cum out of you. Sid gripped Aiden’s hips and starts fucking him upward at the same angle as his boy button. The boy was in shivers over and over and over. He couldn’t believe that his Daddy was making him feel so good. A: oh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy Without warning, cum starts shooting out of the teen’s hard dick. The teen’s hole squeezing down on Sid’s dick. S: Oh fuck son. I’m cumming. Take that cum. Ohhh fuuuuuck. Aiden could feel the cum being shot inside of him. Filling his insides with warm gooeyness. He counted 5 full shots of cum. Aiden looked down at his Daddy. He had shot his boy load all over his Daddy’s chest. Sid picked some of the cum up from his chest with his finger and fed it to his son. Aiden took the cum coated fingers into his mouth like it was honey. Sid grabbed on to his son and pulled him close. He then rolled over so that he was on top now. his dick still in his boy’s sweet hole. S: Okay son, now I’m going to move and my dick is going to pull out. Squeeze your hole shut and keep the cum in there. Got it? Sid backed away pulling his dick out. The boy did as he was told to do and squeezed his hole shut. He saved all the cum his daddy had dropped in him. Todd starts clapping. T: Good job guys. I knew this would be a fucking hit getting you two together. Hey I’m not ready for my turn yet. Put a plug in him, alright? Todd threw a buttplug over to Sid. He lined it up with his son’s hole. He jammed it into the boy. The boy yelped from the sudden intrusion. T: Go ahead and give the plug a squeeze. It’s that lube feeder one I special ordered for pushing cum into the bottom. Sid squeezes the plug and the liquid squirts into the bottom. Aiden is fine for a minute but soon starts to squirm around. A: OHH fuck. Ohh. Fuuuuck. Ohhh. Ffffff. S: What the fuck was in that? Cum? Who’s cum? T: No, it was just my cum … with a shit ton of T hahaha. You didn’t think tonight was over yet did you?

Permanent chastity is wonderful . Knowing you will never use your cock like a man again is life changing

I have met bottoms who just insist on every top that they hook up with wear a condom. But sometimes I get the bottom to give in to my bb breeding needs when I deliberately take too long to cum. I am sorry. If the bottom has a very beefy bubble ass, I gotta seed it. I won't negotiate that at all with him. I do run into some cases when the bottom, who wants to get me off, takes the condom off and tells me not to cum in his ass. Now what top in his right mind can honestly say that he can pull out of a good beefy ass when he is at that moment? For me I just nutt in him anyway, but pull out to let the remaining droplets spill on his ass cheecks.

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!

I remember that @Steamworks Toronto they, not only showed old classics from the 70s and 80s, but bb stuff from Treasure Island Media. I agree with hungry_hole about fucking/getting fucked while bb porn was being shown on the monitors in the whole bathhouse! OINK!

Absolutely. If you go in raw you finish raw. I've never understood people that fuck raw then pull out to cum it's a complete waste.

I was about 25 years old and I hooked up with a guy on one of those phone lines. He was in my neighborhood and I wanted to get fucked. The guy came over and was a skater looking dude. Nice 9" inch dick. I start sucking on his cock and he goes to turn me over to fuck me and I ask if he has a rubber. H says G's, but didnt seem to happy about it. (I had never been fucked without one at that point. He came and on his way out said we shoukd get together again that following Sat, totally into and made the plans. Sat arrives and he comes over and asks if I have ever partied. Up till then, I'd done coke with friends out and smoked weed, but that we it. He said I want you to try this stuff I have called Tina. I was so into him I was lik ok, sure. He cut me two lines and he two lines and snorted it. Wow...my head was burning and within minutes I just had the urge to guzzle down on his dick. While I was doing that he was playing with my hole and he put a big shard inside and my ass was on fire, he told me he wanted to fuck me right now but without a condom....I hesitated a moment and I told him, fuck ya go ahead, just don't come inside.....that fucker stuck his raw dick in my hole and it felt amazing. By the time he was about to shoot he grabbed onto my thigh and said get ready I'm gonna blast you right now......and he fucking breed my sloppy and once I had that in there....there was no going back, Tina and sex have going hand in hand for me. Nothing like it, woof,

I only had one opportunity. I would definitely do it again.

Hey all sorry for the delay. Have people visiting this weekend. I will get the next chapter up as soon as I can. Thank you for all the positive freed back !!

Chapter 2 Friday, June 25, 1993, 06:07 PM On a perfectly manicured lawn, we find ourselves on our hands and knees, panting with anticipation. My Mentor holds my leash, his grip firm and possessive, treating me like his prized pet. I steal a glance at harry and the others; we're all visibly aroused, our bodies betraying our eagerness. It's a relief to know I'm not alone in this carnal desire. Master emerges from the grand house, and claps His hands, His voice booming with authority, "Omega's drinks, Beta's snacks, Alphas enhance the mood." All the men, each adorned with a collar bearing their rank symbols, enter the house. Moments later, they return with serving platters laden with cocktails and light snacks, their movements graceful and efficient. They start serving, beginning with the Master, then the Mentors, and finally us. A double rye on the rocks is placed before me, the ice cubes clinking against the glass, a stark contrast to the heat building within me. Master raises his glass, His eyes gleaming with mischief, and toasts, "To the faggots." Everyone repeats the toast, our voices a chorus of confirmation and desire. We bow our heads in gratitude before drinking, the liquid burning a path down my throat, fueling the fire within. The Alphas have prepared a roaring fire, and plush cushions are placed on the chairs—26 in total—and four log benches surround the fire pit. My Mentor tugs at my leash, and I follow obediently, my body aching with need, until he takes his seat. I sit by his side like a loyal dog, on my knees, looking up at him with adoring eyes, as instructed in the binder, my body at his command. We enjoy our refreshments, and I appreciate the brief respite for my body, savoring the moment before the night's true purpose is revealed. Suddenly, four men dressed in leather, like the Master, approach from the house, their boots crunching on the gravel path. Master welcomes them with a wicked grin, introducing us individually, starting with me. "This is faggot bindel, and today is his eighteenth birthday," Master says, his voice laced with promise. The four men smile, their eyes roving over my body, appreciating the gift I am. "Welcome, faggot bindel," they greet in unison, as an Omega serves them their drinks, his movements fluid and alluring. As they move on to my next friend, I return to my Mentor's side, my eyes never leaving His, my body humming with anticipation. One by one, each of my friends is introduced to these four men, their fates sealed in the promise of submitting to their dominance. Master claps, His voice firm and demanding, "Faggot worthington, why are you a faggot?" arthur stands up, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement, and replies, "I am defined as a faggot because of my behavior, because faggots crave cock, sir." Master smiles, His eyes gleaming with approval, and says, "Good faggot." arthur returns to his place, his body sagging with relief and desire. Master asks this question of all of us, His voice a seductive whisper, promising both pleasure and possibly punishment. He then turns to the four men and says, smiling, "I told you these are worthy candidates; the men smile in approval. The Alpha’s, Beta’s, and Omega’s return to the house, their tasks completed for now. The Master, the four men, and the Mentors walk off together, leaving the four of us, leashes tied to the chairs, alone by the fire. We look at each other, our eyes reflecting the dance of the flames, wondering what the others are thinking, but we all know. I'm excited and a little frightened, and I doubt I am alone in this feeling, my body thrumming with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The Alpha’s return with tables, the Beta’s with meats and vegetables, and they set up a grill over the fire, the sizzling of the night’s meal filling the air with an enticing aroma. The Omega’s bring pitchers of soft drinks and two coolers of beer, their movements efficient and graceful. The Mentor’s return with a couple of large duffle bags, their contents are a tantalizing mystery, and then they unleash us. They tell us to sit wherever we like, our bodies free to move, to explore, to indulge. As the dinner is cooking, the Master returns with the four Leathermen, and our Mentor’s whom are all enjoying a cigar together, their laughter and conversation a low hum in the background. My Mentor returns to his seat, snaps his fingers, and points at his feet. I take my place in front of him, my hands eager to please, and begin to rub them, as the binder had instructed, my touch firm and sensuous. he Master, and the four men observe us performing our service upon our Mentor’s, their eyes roving over our bodies, appreciating the sight of our submission and devotion. Friday, June 25, 1993, 07:00 PM The Beta’s are busy tending to the grill, the sizzling of meat and vegetables filling the air with an enticing aroma, a symphony of scents that tease the senses. The Omega’s refresh drinks, ensuring that every glass is full, every thirst quenched. The Alpha’s supervise, their eyes roving over the scene, ensuring that every detail is perfect, every need met. The men relax, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the camaraderie, their laughter and conversation a low hum in the background, until an Alpha rings a bell, its clear, resonant tone cutting through the chatter, a signal that the night's true festivities are possibly about to begin. The Master claps, His voice firm and joyful, "Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die." His words, spoken with refinement and intellect, clearly come from a well-read man, a man who knows the value of seizing the moment, of indulging in the pleasures of the flesh. A handsome feast is laid out on the larger table, the Beta’s fixing plates with precision and care, while the Omega’s continue to refresh drinks, ensuring everyone's glass is full, their movements a dance of efficiency and grace. We all sit and enjoy our flavorful dinners, a brief respite from the slight tension that hangs in the air. The food is exquisite, a symphony of flavors that dance on the tongue, a prelude to the night's true delights. After some time for digestion, the Master claps again, his voice firm, leaving no room for question or delay. "It is time," he says, his words echoing in my mind, building the anticipation and nervousness within me. What does "it is time" mean? I glance at harry and the others, seeing the same mix of excitement and fear reflected in their eyes, our bodies thrumming with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Friday, June 25, 1993, 08:00 PM With the sounds of cicadas and the crackling of the fire, I notice the Alpha’s grabbing items from the duffel bags. One of them looks at me with lustful eyes, a wicked grin playing on his lips, and I feel a shiver of anticipation run down my spine, my body aching with need. The Alpha’s lay some padding on top of the logs. Master claps, his voice firm and demanding, "FAGGOTS, POSITION 1." Immediately, the four of us sit our butts down on the ground where we are, our heads up and arms extended out to give our torsos support, our bodies offering themselves up for inspection, for use. Master observes us, his gaze intense and scrutinizing, appreciating the sight of our submission and devotion, before clapping again. "FAGGOTS, POSITION 2." We're all sitting doggy style with our heads up, and our backside out on offer, our bodies ready and willing, eager to please. Again, the Master observes us, his expression unreadable, and claps once more. "FAGGOTS, POSITION 3. With our faces down and our asses up." We obey, our bodies moving in sync, a dance of submission and devotion, the binder had instructed us well Master says, "Good faggots, very good." His approval a heady feeling, a rush of endorphins that courses through my veins. He points to the logs and says, "FAGGOTS, pick a log and lay down facing up." We all pick the nearest one, the padding beneath us offering a slight cushion against the hard wood. Master claps, "FAGGOTS, LIFT UP YOUR LEGS AND HOLD THEM UP." Master claps again, "OMEGAS, SERVICE." The Omegas, one for each of us, stand at our feet, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, eager to please, to serve. Mine gets down on his knees, grabs my chest, and starts to eat my ass out, his tongue exploring every inch, his touch both gentle yet firm. I start to gasp in pleasure, my body arching off the log, my hips bucking, seeking more, always more. Then a Beta comes over, his presence deliberate and authoritative, and starts sucking my cock while massaging my left ass cheek and tugging at my balls. Then an Alpha sits right down on my face, facing towards the other two, his balls resting on my throat. I begin to eat him out, extending my tongue as far as I can, right into his hairy hole, my tongue exploring every inch, eagerly probing. He puts his hands on my chest and the Beta's head, guiding the Beta's cock service. Sniff sniff, is that the little brown bottle I smell a slight whiff of? The ass-eating pauses and then returns with longer tongue strokes and nibbles on my side walls, the Omega's tongue exploring every inch. Now the blowjob stops mid-stroke and returns with slower motion and more tongue, the Beta's mouth tantalizing every inch of my shaft, his actions planned and deliberate. The Alpha's ass takes more from my face as I feel drool drip on my chest, a sign of what I’m here for, to be used as a faggot for the pleasure of these men. Master claps and says, "ROTATE, SOUNDS ON." I hear and feel a moan in my hole, then what seems like the Omega's face being slid into my ass, his touch now sloppy and desperate. The Alpha gets up, puts the bottle to my nostril, and then shoves his cock down my throat, his entrance dominating. Plowing my face as I gag in ecstasy, his cock stretching every bit of my esophagus. Whomever is blowing has stopped but is still tugging my balls and massaging my other ass cheek. Then the Omega stops eating my hole and then Oh My GOD! oh fuck, that's a cock slowly going into me. I start to moan over my gagging "uh-uh-uh" with each slide of that greasy cock, his length increasing its probing depth, his insertion unrelenting and firm. The Alpha now letting off a guttural growl tearing from his throat, as his hips give a shuddering crescendo, deliberately sputtering himself off in my throat. choking, I then scramble for a proper breath as I swallow his seed with reverent pride. "Cough cough," I look up a bit and it's my Mentor, his eyes gleaming with approval, his presence dominating and totally in control of me. He says, "You like my cock, faggot?" as he slams it all the way in. I give a gasping moan and say, "Yes, sir. My holes are for your use, sir." I tilt my head up, look right into his eyes, and moan, "PLEASE USE MY HOLES, MAKE ME YOUR FAGGOT, SIR." His vigor increases as my moans deepen in tone. The Omega gives me the brown bottle again and says, "Breathe deeply, faggot. Keep breathing, you worthless faggot." The Omega takes a sniff himself and then starts to kiss me. I hear a slap coming from behind me then he starts to moan, his body arching. Some other cock is fucking him as I grab at him offering him my embrace as a fellow brother reveling in our submission. We're both kissing and squealing, "Fuck me, fuck my hole, I'm nothing but a faggot," our voices a chorus of submission and devotion, our bodies moving in sync. He furiously grabs the back of my thighs, as to help me offer more of my hole as I try to hold his legs apart. We're two faggots helping the other offer the other's ass to the men around us. The Omega puts the bottle to both our nostrils so that we may both share in the scent of willful lust. Our holes fully open now, realized by the sounds of our muffled moans. Finally, my Mentors body a quaking monument to raw desire, arched and trembling under the onslaught of his pleasure, erupts inside me, his head sputtering right on my prostate sending shivers up my spine. I start to convulse a little, but I'm held down by both men as I feel his cock delivering its promise slowly expanding my hole, matching his heartbeat as he pumps his superior load into my birthday boy hole as he says, "Yeah, faggot, happy birthday.” As his cock softens, he slowly withdraws himself. He is then immediately replaced by another cock, this one much thicker, I howl in ecstasy, my body arching, my hips bucking. The Omega feeds me the scent of lust again. The flesh of my hole, beaten like a punching bag, quickly accepts its fate as this cock's playground. The Omega is picked up and thrown down on me, so our cocks impale each other's throats. We both gag with joy as we long ago accepted our fate as faggots, and faggots crave cock. The Omega is a drool factory, leaving me wet at my crotch. I grab his ass cheeks and pull them apart so that he may receive an even greater blessing from the men. The Omega, unable to control himself, creams my throat in pulsing fashion while his top is still going at it, as his moans transform from pleasure to discomfort. His cock softening, my tongue unable to perform its charms, I pull his body forward so that I may taste his hole and the other man's cock, my tongue exploring every inch that I can. "Eureka!" the man says, "Good work, faggot bindel, stiffer FAGGOT, STIFFER.” Ughh, the man begins to blow his load as I feel the base of his cock expand and contract. I feel his cock pulsing, in pumping fashion, inseminating itself into the Omega's hole. My tongue, remaining at its place until he slithers his cock out, scraping every inch over my tongue using me like a cleaner. My greedy self pushes the boy half an inch upwards, so that I may have that glorious nectar of man oozing out of the Omega's hole, my tongue collecting all that it can like the fucking cum slut I now am. Oh My God, the taste, it's so potent, I must offer myself to this man just to have his seed. My top lets out a roar as I say, "YES SIR, CUM IN MY FAGGOT HOLE," my voice a chorus of submission and devotion. As he withdrawals himself, the Omega, greedy as me, holds my legs back and sucks the top's cum right from my hole like a thirsty traveler. The Beta commands, "Turn over, boy," and I snap into action, my body responding to his authoritative tone. The Omega, driven by insatiable desire, returns to my hole, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch with relentless fervor. The Beta grabs my head firmly with his left hand, forcing me to inhale the intoxicating fumes of passion, a heady mix of sweat, lust, and the promise of more. He skull-fucks me with ruthless intensity, as if I owe him every ounce of my submission. With both hands now, he spits in my face while asking me, you like having your hole fucked out faggot? I attempt to answer but the only sounds you can distinguish from me are gagging with an occasional gasp of air as I attempt to say “yes sir”. His breath shatters into desperate, heaving gasps, a feral roar ripping from his chest as an apocalyptic surge of pleasure engulfs him. His eyes clench shut, every muscle seizes to the breaking point under a relentless storm of sensation. Pulling me completely in, choking me to asphyxiation explodes inside me, each throbbing pulse a blinding lightning strike, scorching through his veins delivering me his glorious gift of cum right where it belongs. With teared eyes I stare up at him coaxing the last of his offering from his glorious scepter. Softening now, I savor the taste, as I breathe in the sweet, musky stench of sex that clings to his balls. His plump bush fills my face, marking me as used, a claim of ownership that sends a thrill down my spine. Another man, his identity shrouded in the night, enters my backside with ease, his cock gliding in as if it were made for me. I willingly accept his embrace, my body yielding to his every movement. He fills me completely, then slowly retreats, only to return with a swirling motion that drives me wild. "FUCK ME, MY BROTHER, USE ME FOR YOUR PLEASURE," I yell, my voice a ragged plea, desperate for his release. I hear a deep, approving "GOOD FAGGOT" from him as he slaps my ass, the sting of his palm only fueling my desire. He continues to use me, his rhythm unrelenting, each thrust a claim of his dominance. The Beta finally withdraws from my mouth, freeing my view of the scene before me. Through the dancing flames of the fire, I see my friends, much like myself, lost in a sea of pleasure of their submission. They are drenched in the sweat, slobber, and cum of many faceless and masked men, their identities unknown or lost in the night. Their voices rise in a chorus of ecstasy and submission, each one desperate to please, to accept the blessings of their new-found brothers' love. The man using me grabs my ass hard, his fingers digging into my flesh, slightly hurting me, but the pain only heightens my pleasure. He releases himself inside me with a final, powerful thrust, and I feel the tip of his blessed cock spurt against my prostate, sending shivers of ecstasy up my spine. I can barely hold myself in the offering position, my elbows shaking with the effort, but I hold steadfast, my resolve unbroken, my body a temple of submission. Holy shit, another man just blew his load into me, and I don't even know what his face looks like, how fucking hot. As the man withdraws himself, I can feel his soft cock plop out of me, leaving a trail of his cum slowly making its way to my taint. Each bit of the fluid's movement confirms my lust and need to dive further into submission just for the cum alone. Master approaches, His presence dominating the space around Him. He leans down and gives me a kiss, a mark of approval and ownership. He then sits me down beside Him, His touch gentle yet firm while embracing me as his boy, and offers me a cup of lemonade, a small respite from the night's debauchery. He nods to the Mentors, a silent command, and things begin to settle down as the Mentors start to pull everyone off as Master disappears back into the night. We form a circle, and I find myself with my back to the fire, the warmth a soothing balm to my aching muscles. Master returns, pushing a cart before Him. On top is a birthday cake, its eighteen candles flickering in the night, a beacon of my eighteenth year. He places a paper birthday boy hat atop my head, a playful touch that sends a thrill through me. "Make a wish, birthday faggot," He says, His voice a low rumble. I lean forward and blow out the candles, the smoke curling around me, a symbol of passage and transformation, for me, my new love of submission, a true gift that I've already begun to unwrap. Master starts slicing the cake, passing the pieces around, reserving the last for me. I take it with a tilt of my head, a silent thank you, my eyes never leaving His. He smiles, a wicked curve of his lips, and refreshes everyone's cup with lemonade, the clink of glass a melody of indulgence. Carrot Cake, my favorite, a surprise that sends a rush of warmth through me. Noticing my delight, He says, "One of the other Dom’s made it for you," Master says, his voice laced with amusement. "He'll be here tomorrow, you can thank him then." We take a moment to recharge, our bodies sated yet eager for more. Then, the Master turns to me, His eyes gleaming with mischief. "What did you wish for faggot?" He asks, His voice a seductive whisper. With a mischievous grin, I reply, "For you to fuck me in front of my brothers," my voice steady, my desire unmistakable. The Master nods to my Mentor, and suddenly, the largest duffel bag is brought near the fire. The Mentors set up a metal contraption, its purpose a tantalizing mystery. Master leans in, his breath hot on my ear, and asks, "Do you know what that is, faggot?" I shake my head, my heart pounding with anticipation. Chuckling, He says, "You'll see in a moment," as He picks me up, spins me upside down, and lifts me by my ankles. His tongue delves into my hole, exploring every inch with intense vigor, while He offers me his cock, truly a blessing, my anticipation growing much like my gagging. I grab His thighs for support, my fingers digging into his flesh, as I relish the plumpness of His member. He pulls me up a bit further, allowing me to use my knees to hold myself in place. His tongue, buried in my fuck hole, is full of flavor, a symphony of taste and texture that leaves Him gasping for more. As I am held up against my choosing, but to my delight, His cock chokes me, His balls resting on my eyes and forehead, a claim of ownership that makes me revel in my submissive state. I push myself back and forth on His cock, tilting my head, pushing myself up from his thighs, purposely gagging myself, a willing participant in my own degradation. A Mentor feeds me the aroma of intentional sleaze, a heady mix of lust and power, and my eyes close as all I can think of is my Master's cock choking me, stretching me to new widths. I am such a piggy faggot, a willing slave to his every desire.

The part about mating and impregnation is so hot 🥵

Thanks to everybody for reading and the responses above. When I wrote the above a few days ago I was still in a state of disbelief, denial and shock, so I just said the experience as it was in my mind. I’ve not managed the opportunity to post before now and was limited to a few replies per day on my account. I wasn’t sure if this would be of any interest to somebody as it has been for me. im trying also to not be over cautious on my words, despite being so. I come from a good family, UK based. My dad I’ve always been close to. He’s in his 50s and looks incredible for his age. He’s always had an extraordinary life and lifestyle. He’s lived in many countries, never in the same place for long, he’s had a string of relationships with women far younger than him, some in their teens, always seen him as a bit of a playboy and never had any issue with that. Though him and my mum were total opposites, never have worked out what they saw in each other lol. I’ve got 3 brothers. All my dad’s kids, there’s 4 of us. Despite him not always being there he’s always been supportive from afar. Having him at my place the last few days (where he still is as I type this) has been an incredible experience of bonding and unity. Going to his place and staying there was a success and after what I witnessed I felt like I wanted him closer to me in my own at home. Have him closer to his grandkids and see if I can workout this man. Because I’ve always had him on a pedestal in my mind, but never really known him as a man. Despite not only the bonds we share, but he’s invested in me financially, emotionally and otherwise. My younger brother is obviously gay. Like I said in my above posts I’ve got kids, I’m married to a woman but with bi tendencies. I’ve taken time off work the last few days to bond and socialise. But when it comes down to it. What I saw hasn’t left my head to a borderline point of infatuation in all honesty. i love how he is, him as a man. Like a brother. I’ve go a best mate who I’ve known since I was a little kid, and he’s even friends with him, he’s my age and yet my dad even has a separate friendship with him, they do the gym together, socialise together. I’ve never thought about how unusual that actually is before work. He was even my best friend’s boss at one time in his building company. They’ve got their own relationship and that’s never been lost either. The fact is, the other day I went to the gym with my dad. I struggled to even keep my eyes off his abs in the gym, even his arms, the fact he’s stronger than me and that everything he seems to do he does it with ease and a cool laidback flow of amazement. im cautious of my actions, but i told him during that session i had to get home early, i lied and said one of my kids had been called back from school due to illness. So that means he couldn’t shower. I wanted to get back to my house. My mind didn’t feel stable enough to be in a public place with him. I got back home. I went upstairs told him I was gonna change. I said to him go and have a quick shower you can come with me to pick my son up, I told him I would call the school to confirm the pickup. Obviously this was not the case. I went into my bathroom casually as dad was in the shower and told him that the school had said he’s feeling better now and a pick up isn’t necessary. Dad was amused at seeing me properly panic being a good dad, he’d not seen that side of me before, albeit it wasn’t true. it was intentional and that was the extreme to see him in the shower. He’s a confident no holds barred kind of guy. I found myself speaking to him in the bathroom , he’d opened the shower door. He was fully nude. Casually I didn’t react. I threw him a sponge said you can get back to playing with yourself in there now… he laughed, we have that kind of bloke bonding verbal language between us. He responded by saying he’d need a spare hour for that. Which I took to meaning he lasts that long, so I laughed back and went into my bedroom. i stripped off to just my boxers and waited for him to come out. He said you’re looking good son. He said to me he thought I don’t show myself off enough. i needed to be more confident around him. But for that moment the story was over. Next evening I said I’d invited my younger brother to stay over at mine with us for a bit. I said to him what do you think about having a gay son with Zach. He said he wasn’t phased and it wasn’t exactly a surprise. Subsequently, my bro came over to stay and said if he wanted to invite any mates over he could for gaming or whatever he’s into. He do, two lads, similar age to my bro barely legal and I observed my dads behaviour and watched him processing to get involved with the lads, play the games and interact with them. Cocky young twink types. Later that night. I never stopped observing. Dad went in his room. Me too. I wasn’t focused on my own kids or anything that night. I don’t know what happened within a period of 4/5 hours. I woke up at just before 5am. I got up in the hope dad would have been comfortable enough for anything. My house is smaller than his. I went to his room, was going to wake him up. He wasn’t in his room. I had a look at the room my bro was in. He was fast asleep and one of his mates in the room. i couldn’t see them or anything. Dads car was still there. i went into my sons room. In that room there’s an en suite. Despite my lads sleeping in that relatively big room. The adjoining en suite door was locked with a small light on. it’s about as big as my bathroom. The house was dark. I couldn’t try the door as I knew what was happening would stop. I got on the floor and put my head to the door. Sucking noises. My dad moaning, but not too loudly. i thought I’d text my dad at that moment see if his phone would light up the room a bit or if he would respond or stop. I just text him asking if he was awake. Asked him if he fancied the gym. His phone did light up, I heard my dad moan, I heard gagging noises. I also heard giggling. May just leave it there for now guys? Is this sharing too much? Anyone interested on anymore? Sam

This isn't my story but one told to me by a buddy. He's happy for me to share. I may add some additional parts after but they'll just be my fantasies. Names have been changed and locations altered. This is a bit of a slow burner but it does get good. I'm just trying to recount what I was told in as much detail as possible. At nineteen Dave dropped out of university in his first year. Having gotten through secondary school with the help of his teachers he thought he was safe enough to drink his way through college and pass too. Unfortunately that plan didn't work out, nor did the back up plan of becoming a professional rugby player. Dave played through school and college and was good but just not good enough. But, because of his sports days he was a built lad; 5ft 10, broad, short cropped fair haired and blue eyes. He didn't have a six pack but is built like a brick shit house. Between his looks qnd popularity he never had an issue pulling girls but he had always been curious since mutually wanking with a mate when he was in his early teens. He figured it was just a phase but still always took a peek in the showers and admired guys on nights out. Anyway after leaving college he retuened home to his small, fairly rural, Irish town. His parents didn't take long to get sick of his lack of motivation and, after a couple of weeks his father arranged for him to do an apprenticeship in carpentry with a guy he knew through his own work. Dave was gutted, he hadn't much interest but agreed when he was basically told it was that or get out and fend for himself. About a week after he was given the news Dave met his new boss Niall. Niall was in his early 30s, about 6ft, lean but muscular body, dark hair, deep brown eyes and a decent 5 o'clock shadow. Dave remembers feeling odd the first time he met Niall, he didn't realise it was attraction at the time, just figured it was admiration for the guy who looked so well kept. "Alright lad, how's it goin?" Niall stuck out his hand to greet Dave. "Uh grand thanks" came the younger man's reply. "So your father tells me you're interested in carpentry, have you done much of it before?" Niall enquired. "Just a bit in school, and a couple of bits at home, but I was decent enough" said Dave. Niall just laughed and, after some conversation they agreed that Dave would assist with helping to finish off a kitchen unit for the week and, after that they'd see how if Dave would stay on. The project was a success, Dave impressed Niall and surprised himself at how much he enjoyed the work. Niall was quite an easy going guy and they got on well. Usually Friday's included a couple of pints after work before Niall dropped Dave home. During this time the two got to know each other well. Niall heard about Dave's rugby "career" and that he hadn't a steady girlfriend since secondary school, he figured college would provide plenty of women. In turn Dave learned that Niall had previously been engaged but it didn't work out. He had his own place on the outskirts of town and was fond of a bit of weed every now and then to relax. It was on one of those Fridays that things got interesting. After a particularly long day Niall said he felt like something stronger and took a joint out of the pocket of hos van. "You don't mind?", he asked Dave. "Nah man you're fine". "You wanna drag?" Dave was unsure, he'd never tried weed, or any drugs, but Niall reassured him it'd be fine. Dave always seemed to find it hard to say no Niall and took his first puff. "Trust me, it's great for the wind down" Niall told him. The two then discussed weekend plans; Dave's buddies all had deadlines for college so he was having a quiet one. Niall suggested he join him in town, he was going to watch a match and figured Dave might be up for it. Dave agreed but he had training that Saturday and would be running late. "No hassle" Dave told him, bring your stuff, you can shower and change at mine". Saturday came and it was a miserable day, non stop rain from morning. By the time Dave finished training he was soaked and miserable. He wasn't in much of a mood go to Niall's but felt obliged. When he pulled up, Niall answered the door in tight black t-shirt that showed off his body, grey joggers and white socks. "Fuck, you look like a drown rat" he said as Dave came in. He showed him to the bathroom and how to use the shower. I'll continue with the story later. There is chem play coming but like I say this took time to kick off.

I want to start a kik group with anyone who thinks it would be fun to do a loooooooonnnnnng detailed RP where we play this scene out. Try to find a bunch of talented verbal perverts and see how much we can fuck me up in this situation. I want to be absolutely demolished. A cumsloppy disgusting mess. GOD!

A black guy, with huge dick gave a huge load. I love when my ass is dripping.

Chapter 5 – Todd takes his turn A: OHH fuck. Ohh. Fuuuuck. Ohhh. Ffffff. S: What the fuck was in that? Cum? Who’s cum? T: No, it was just my cum … with a shit ton of T hahaha. You didn’t think tonight was over yet did you? S: Oh wow, how fucked up is he? How much T did he just take up his hole? T: Don’t worry. He just took about a half gram dissolved in 2 of my loads from yesterday. The 2 men turn and look at the boy. He is still squirming and making noises like he was trying to put some words together but couldn’t. All that could be made out was moans of pleasure coming from the boy. Sid reached down and flicked the plug and made the boy squeal a bit as he gyrated on the toy. T: oh good. Looks like he is ready for my meat. He grabbed his 8 inch dick sticking straight at it’s prey. Todd reached and pulled the butt plug out of the bottom. A loud smack sound was heard as the plug was removed. Aiden let out a disheartening low moan as he felt the emptiness. T: Don’t worry. You’ll be full again in just a minute. Todd maneuvered the boy into doggie position and knelt down between the boy’s legs. His tongue attacked the boy’s hole. The hole was gaping a little so there was an easy in getting his tongue into the boy. Todd slobbered all over that hole and got it nice and wet. He tasted a little of his own cum in the boy. The taste only fueled his hunger for the teen’s hole. After a few minutes, Todd got to his feet and aimed his 8 inches to the hole before him. He pushed forward and felt Aiden’s hole softly grip the tip of his dick like a soft glove. T: Oh fuck yeah boy. Your daddy did a great job of opening you up for me. But my meat gets thickest in the middle of my shaft. Let’s see how well you take that? Todd slammed the full length of his dick into the boy. The boy let out a muddled yelp. The bottom gripped the sheets on the bed, looking for something to help stabilized his position. A: Sttt. Sttttttoo. Todd motioned over to Sid with his head. Sid knew what was being asked of him. Sid got on the bed at the boy’s head and shoved his dick into his son’s mouth. Unintelligible noises came from the bottom but nothing that could be made out. After chocking on his daddy’s dick for a while, the teen stopped trying to say anything and kept himself in the ecstasy of the moment. Aiden felt his hole being stretched by the new dick inside of him. It hurt him slightly but his body was yelling to his mind that he needed more and more dick. His mind kept wandering between the big dick in his hole and his daddy’s dick in his mouth, jabbing the back of his throat. He had to admit, he was in bottom heaven, even if it was slightly uncomfortable. Todd continued the doggy style assault on Aiden’s ass for almost 20 minutes straight. Todd pulls out and tells Sid to take his place for a few minutes. Sid moves around to the boy’s ass and turns him over so they are facing each other. He lifts the boy’s legs up and pushes back into his son. Sid takes the time to long dick his son. Back and forth, back and forth. Todd gets up and retrieves his phone. He walks back through the hallway and into the kitchen. He grabs a few bottles of water and 2 gatorades. He cracks open the gatorades and drops some G into the bottles. He measures one out to be x amount in the blue Gatorade and double x amount in the light blue Gatorade. He downs a bottle of water and grabs the remaining water and Gatorade bottles. He walks back into the room and watches the sight before him. Father and son in PNP bliss. He congratulated himself on a plan well executed. He sat the drinks on the small side table next to the party supplies. He opens up the double dosed Gatorade and takes a swig. T: Hey Sid, here catch. Todd walks over to Sid and hands him the same Gatorade. T: Swig, swig, pass. Sid opened the bottle and took 2 big gulps before handing the bottle down to his son. T: Hold on, go ahead and take these with that. Todd takes some pills from the supplies and puts them directly into the boy’s mouth. T: Go ahead and drink now. The boy took the bottle and drank down the pills without a care in the world as to what they were. T: Go ahead and finish the bottle off boy. It’s only half the bottle. You’ll need it the electrolytes for tonight. As the boy is gulping down the last of the Gatorade bottle, Todd is on his phone tapping away on his keyboard. He looks up at the boy. Aiden can see an evil smile on Todd’s face in the glow of the phone. Todd finished his texting and returned to the supplies. He grabs some of he same pills he gave the boy and hand them to Sid. T: Here bro. Take these and let me tag in. The two men change places and Todd is now fucking Aiden with the legs on his shoulders. Todd leans forward and uses his weight to push further into the boy that before. He feels the second ring open right up. Sid takes the other Gatorade and opens it up. He takes the pills given to him with a big swig. It was only after he took the pills that he even thought to ask what he was talking. S: So what was that you gave him? That you gave us? T: Oh mostly the usual. Ecstasy and Cialis. And a small homemade capsule with some special K in it. S: what? T: Oh don’t worry about it. It’s just a small amount. Just like taking a good dose of G. I just wanted to both to be feeling good when the guys come around. S: The guys? I thought was were keeping this a small event. T: A good special always needs a special encore. Todd turns his attention back to the boy under him. As he fucked, the boys dick and balls would just bounce with the rhythm. The teen’s dick was leaking precum like crazy. Todd used his fingers to scoop some up and feed them to the boy. The bottom suckled on the fingers pushed into his mouth. He starred back at Todd with saucers in his eyes. The boy was flying so high. Todd wondered if he even realized who was fucking him at the moment. Todd picked up his pace and was slapping into the twink with full force. Noises could be heard form Aiden but nothing in words; more like instinctual grunts. T: I just love stretching a new boy out with my thicker dick. Todd grabbed the boy by his waist and pushed as far as he could into the boy. He released volley after volley of cum into the boy. He collapsed onto the boy for a moment. Once his dick had finished releasing his seed, he pulled out and reinserted the plug. T: Go ahead and take Aiden over to the shower so he can clean off. We should have about 20 or so until the pills kick in. The guys should be over by then too. Sid helped his son to his feet. The boy was slightly unsteady and threw his arms over his Daddy to walk. Sid guided his boy to the bathroom attached to the playroom. Chapter 6 – Cleaning Up Sid helped his son into the walk-in shower. Once both were inside the shower, Sid turned the knob and the water starts to flow. Minor adjustments needed to get the perfect warm but not hot temperature. Sid grabs a luffa and some body wash and starts lathering. He starts to wash his son’s body off. Sid cant help but feel like this is just as intimate as when they fucked. There he was, washing his adult son like a close lover. He lathered his neck, his chest, his arms, working his way down. He goes down all the way down to his legs. Sid is on his knees lathering away when he notices his son is starting to piss. He lets the urine hit him in the face. Once he has stopped peeing, Sid takes his son’s cock into his mouth and sucks on it. The flaccid dick starts to fill out and Aiden is moaning again. It doesn’t take long before Aiden shoots his load into his Daddy’s mouth. Sid takes every drop and swallows his son’s seed. Aiden is a little more stable on his feet after his blowjob. Sid stands and guides his high son to his knees. Todd pushes his dick into his son’s mouth. The son is loving his Daddy’s dick in his mouth and gets Todd to a halfway erection. He looks down at his son’s saucer eyes and knows he is super fucked up still. S: Ok, hold up a minute, son. We don’t want to miss the mark of this one. Yeah, just hold on… almost there… Aiden is there waiting with Daddy’s dick deep in his mouth, at the entrance of his throat. Then, without warning, a warm liquid starts leaking into his throat. S: That’s it son. It’s just a warm beer. Drink it down. Drink it down. Aiden tries but can only swallow most of the piss being poured into his throat. He coughs some up but at least half is still swallowed. Sid pulls his son up and makes out with him. They kiss for a few minutes before Sid starts to lather Aiden over once more. This time Sid pays special attention to the teen’s hole, rimming him for a bit before turning the water off. The man and his son walk out of the shower. Sid towels off and helps towel off Aiden. They both walk back into the room naked and go back to sitting on the bed. T: That took you a while. S: Yeah, I fed him some parTy piss. Good thing I was parTying before I got here. Before the shot you gave me. The boy is back to flying high. Between the piss I just feed him, the E you just feed him, and the T he’s gonna be getting when the boys arrive, damn, I don’t know if he will ever come down. T: Don’t forget about the K too. Damn…hope the boy appreciates all this when he lands – eventually.

As for my preference, I very much enjoy going balls deep, grabbing them by their hips and holding them as close as possible when I breed a hole. After I feel my balls have delivered their pay-load, I enjoy continuing my fucking to ensure as much baby batter gets injected. If I am really turned on, I keep fucking until load number two is delivered. After I have used and seeded the my fuck toy, I especially enjoy having them suck any fuck juice off my rod. If I am soft, having them orally arouse me for more play.

I love burying my cock as deep as I can inside him when I cum. I want him to hold it as deep as he can as long as he can. I usually will stay in and go for at least a second round if not more.

EPILOGUE I don’t know how many loads Justin took that weekend, but it was a hell of a lot. Rather than sleeping in the warehouse bedroom, he spent the two nights with me back at the hotel, my cock buried in his hole while we slept. When we were alone we talked about everything, giving me a chance to get to know who my son really was deep down, and bringing us closer than we ever had been before. I dropped him back at his halls on the Sunday evening, and a couple of weeks later he texted me to let me know he had the flu. I took the week off work and went up to Nottingham again, spiriting him away to a hotel where I could take care of him for a few days. I wish I could say I just nursed him back to health, but I did of course fuck him quite a few times during that stay. When he seemed to be better and we'd got him tested to confirm what we already knew, I took great pride in allowing him to drop the first poz loads of his life into his father. I eventually went on meds, but Justin told me he was enjoying his new-found status and was going to hold off for a while. In time he let slip that he’d got a bit more versatile, and in so doing had managed to poz several members of the various sports teams at the university, as well as a couple of his lecturers. Although I was concerned that this could all blow up on him, I could not help but be turned on by his stories of breeding the closeted jocks and married men that he had pursued. Of course, he had also continued to be a proud and active cumdump, and I thoroughly enjoyed the stories he sent me of his exploits taking loads wherever he could. Being a father I did of course make sure that he was keeping up with his studies, which he assured me he was. Justin really took to being out and proud, both as a gay man and as a poz pig. He got the biohazard tattoo on his chest that he had wanted, as well as a big scorpion design on his back. Given he was regularly naked in the changing rooms with his football teammates, I was particularly surprised that he also got his buttocks adorned with a second biohazard symbol on one cheek and the words “FUCK ME” on the other. However, he said that rather than being disgusted by it, most of his teammates were so horny all the time that they took it as more of an instruction. I doubt he ever told them what they were risking by doing so. We were like rabbits in heat whenever he was home, and really had to hold ourselves back during the Christmas break to keep it from Jacob. However, while we may have just about achieved that initially, it all went to pot two days into the Easter break. We both thought Jacob was going to be out all night so were not holding back as we ploughed each other in my bedroom, but it turned out he’d come home early after breaking up with his cheating girlfriend and had thus been sitting downstairs listening to us going at it upstairs. He was remarkably cool about it, saying he suspected as much and that we should not worry about him, but things took a real turn when he came into the room a couple of nights later while I was taking Justin doggystyle on the bed. Jacob just calmly sat down in my desk chair and motioned to us to keep going, so with a bit of hesitation I went back to buggering my younger son while the older one watched. Thereafter Jacob was a regular voyeur of our activities, until the evening before they were both going back to university. As per normal, he got out of the chair after I had blown my load in Justin, but rather than leaving the room as he usually did, he instead undid his trousers, climbed onto the bed and casually slid his dick into his brother. He fucked him for only a few minutes before blowing his load, and then removed his cock and presented it to me. I nervously leaned forward and took it in my mouth to clean it off, then he pulled back, did up his trousers and left the room. Not a word was spoken by any of us throughout, and all Justin and I could do was look at each other with wide eyes. Jacob left in his car early the next morning, before Justin and I had even woken up. When the long summer break came around, everything was different. Jacob was barely through the front door after driving himself down from uni before he had me bent me over the kitchen counter, and after breeding me he went upstairs to his brother’s room. Justin had been taking a nap after I’d let a load of truckers loose on him at a service station between Nottingham and London, but he was soon woken from that by his brother mounting him and giving him a long, loud pounding. This, however, was not Jacob just letting off some steam after a term away from us both, as Justin and I were taken by him regularly throughout the three month long break. He also continued to watch us when we were fucking each other, occasionally joining in to either make it a spit-roast or a chain-fuck. Justin, it turned out, had managed to get a bit of a following on OnlyFans, so rather than spend his summer break waiting tables or temping in an office, he just churned out video after video of his exploits. He was clearly earning quite a bit, as one day I got home to find him wearing some enormous pieces of silver jewellery just like my own, leading to the first of many very loud, clanging fuck sessions for us both. New tattoos kept appearing too, and it was clear he was going to have quite intricate full sleeves in due course. I didn’t mind, as he definitely had the body for it. The last day of the Easter break had been a big turning point in the relationship between the three of us, and so too it turned out was the last day of the summer break. Justin and I had been out in the morning picking up the car he had bought for himself, and when we got back at lunchtime we found Jacob standing in the kitchen wearing just a jockstrap, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He motioned for us to follow him into my bedroom, where we watched in shock as he grabbed an ashtray and then climbed onto the bed on all fours. He wiggled his arse, saying nothing to either of us but letting us both know for sure what he wanted. We worked as a team to get him ready with our tongues and fingers, while he happily huffed poppers and smoked cigarettes. I then had the honour of popping my oldest son’s cherry, gently but firmly sliding my raw cock into his virgin hole. He moaned throughout, but was also pushing back on me whenever I slowed down so I knew he was enjoying it. Rather quicker than I would have liked, I went over the edge and blew my undetectable load into him. Justin, however, did not step up to take over when I eventually pulled out of Jacob. “I’m poz” he said. “I know” replied Jacob, speaking for the first time since we had got home. “You both are.” “No” said Justin, “Dad’s on meds and is shooting blanks. I’m not taking anything, so I’m like, properly toxic. I could infect you.” “Then fuck me already” replied Jacob, turning to smile at his brother. “Are you sure son?” I asked him. “Yes” he said, closing his eyes and turning his face back forwards again. “Fuck me Justin.” And so it was, that my younger son slid his cock into my older one and gave him his first poz load. An hour later he gave him his second. Another couple of hours later he gave him his third. By the time the evening came round, a couple of my poz mates had joined us to ensure that Jacob’s newly-opened arse was never empty of toxic cocks. Man, did I regret being on meds that night, and made the decision to stop taking them until Jacob had converted. Sure enough, the virus did not seem to take that night, nor from the weekend visits that Jacob made to his brother or back home to me during the first term of his final year at uni. Thus, when the Christmas break came around, we spent a couple of days of it back at the warehouse letting Peter and his friends work with us on the family hat-trick. Jacob took everything they had to give, and Justin greatly enjoyed being on hand to be used by the men on the side. I, however, focused my energies entirely on trying to get my older son converted, but of course will never know whether it was my own demon seed or someone else’s that did it. Either way, Jacob woke up with a fever on New Year’s Eve, and while Justin and I took care of him we also continued to fill his hole regularly throughout his battle with the fuck flu. We then joined him for his HIV test the day before the boys headed back to university, and Justin readily accepted his brother’s first poz load in the disabled loo at the clinic just minutes after we got the positive result. Three years later, and both of them are still living with me at home. It just makes sense financially for the time being, and of course we get a lot of benefits out of having ready access to each other’s bodies. Jacob is definitely more of a top, and seems to also have hook-ups with women off Tinder from time to time, but is happy to bend over for his dad or his brother when we’re in the mood to use his hole. He also enthusiastically joins us on the nights when we head to a sex club, cruising spot or wherever it is that we have chosen to bend over side by side and get railed by as many men as possible, something we’ve come to jokingly call ‘the family picnic’. All three of us bring men back to the house too, and I know that Justin and Jacob particularly enjoy finding a versatile guy that they can put in the middle of a family sandwich. They enjoy it even more when they get to poz a guy together, or find someone particularly toxic to recharge them both. We now all sport on our backs variants of the scorpion design that Justin first got, and both my boys have biohazards on their impressive pecs while mine is of course a tramp-stamp beneath the scorpion’s stinger. Justin has turned into a bit of a size queen in the accessories department too, having replaced his already heavy silver chain collection with even larger units so that he has over 4 kilos of extra weight on him most of the time. Jacob is less into all that but he does sometimes put on Justin’s spares when he’s in the mood, which is usually enough for me to bend him over whatever is nearby so I can do my fatherly duty on his rear end. Indeed, I think he only puts on the bling when we wants me to fuck him, knowing that it always turns up my dial to full in no time. Yes, we’re a slightly fucked-up family, but we are loving, close and eternally bonded to each other in a way that few other families could be. I’m not sure how long it will be before one, two or even all three of us seek something a bit more long-term with a partner, and the thought has crossed my mind that Justin and Jacob may end up being that person for each other in the future which I’m actually on board with if it happens (obviously I have no problems with incest!). Indeed, as I’m writing this at my desk today, the boys are next to me on the bed enjoying cigarettes and beers following some particularly good sex we just had. Jacob had his first go at riding my and Justin’s cocks at the same time, and from the look on his face I think he may be up for another round of that in a moment. So, with that, I’m going to sign off and get back to fucking my sons. Adios!

{sorry for the delay guys - here's the next chaper} I retreated back upstairs for a rest after the short session bent over the barrel, and even managed to sleep for a bit longer. Once I was awake again I decided to take a shower, and then got myself dried and dressed initially in just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I went downstairs to see if I could find Peter to get a bit more of a steer on what I should be wearing, but he suggested I just go with whatever was comfortable as they would be stripping me naked anyway. I therefore headed back upstairs, stripped myself naked and then put on a jockstrap. After a bit of deliberation, I opted for what I’d already worn that morning for the coffee run, swapping out the T-shirt for a tight vest and clasping my big chain round my neck. I headed outside for a quick smoke, and then went back downstairs to see what was happening. Peter was by that point loading up his truck with some coolboxes, and without needing to be asked I just got on with giving him a hand to bring them all out from the bar area. On his final trip outside he was carrying a large hamper, and winked at me as he went past. “Party supplies” he said, smirking. I guessed this didn’t mean balloons and streamers. Once everything was loaded up, he gestured for me to get in the passenger side of the cab before he got into the driver’s side, and then we set off. We chatted amiably as he drove us out of town and into the hills, before eventually arriving at a rudimentary car park down a rather overgrown lane. There were a few other cars there, all with guys sitting in them, and as soon as Peter and I got out of the truck they all followed suit. Clearly these were the men who would be using me today, some of whom looked familiar from the night before but others were definitely new. “Gentlemen” said Peter, “I’m glad you could make it.” “You know we love a good picnic” replied one of them, grinning in my direction. “As do I” said Peter. “Anyway, if you’ll all give me a hand, we’ve got several coolers of drinks and snacks and a hamper of goodies.” Everyone set about helping to unload the truck, also getting various things out of their own cars, and then we walked off as a group along a path into the trees. At a certain point, the group veered off the path into the undergrowth, following a route that they seemed to know but which would not have been obvious to anyone else. I supposed that this was the point. Eventually we arrived at a sort of clearing, which didn’t have much sunlight on it, but was free of any plants growing on the forest floor meaning there was plenty of space to spread out. Once everyone was in the clearing it became obvious that it was very well shielded from view, and by the confident marching to this very location that the group had done, you could tell that it was a place they gathered regularly. Everyone got on with unrolling blankets and unfolding a few camping chairs, and then some beers were opened and handed round along with various sandwiches and snacks. I ate a little and drank a couple of beers, chatting to a few of the guys who seemed just as enjoyable to spend time with as the men who had gangbanged me the night before. Eventually the mood changed a bit, and a couple of the guys seemed to be getting things ready for what we had all gone there for. The hamper was opened to reveal bottles of lube, various bits of leather kit, and quite a stash of poppers. I took the hint, and got myself undressed down to my jockstrap, although I put my trainers back on to protect my feet. One of the guys then hauled out some of the leather before approaching me, and I stood there and allowed him to attach a thick collar, wrist cuffs and a chunky harness. I then walked over to the tatty blanket that seemed to be where things were going to happen, and got down on all fours. In no time someone was licking, fingering and occasionally nicking my hole, while I gently sucked on the cock of one of the other men while noting the small scorpion tattoo just above his balls. Shortly after I was being spitroasted, and that is how I spent most of the rest of the afternoon. I was moved onto my back to give my hands and knees a rest every so often, but these guys definitely had a preference for giving it to me doggy style so I was usually on all fours. They weren’t particularly verbal, with only the occasional comment about the nature of the semen being pumped into my rear end, but it was still exhilarating to be getting railed over and over again in what was technically a public outdoor space. I almost wanted some unlucky walkers to happen upon us and see me getting used this way, but to my knowledge that never happened. As the light began to fade, proceedings wrapped up with a final couple of double-fucks of my now very loosened hole, which I enjoyed despite how full having two dicks inside me made me feel. Once the men were truly done with me we all walked back through the undergrowth to the car park, and everyone got in their vehicles and headed off. With a bit of a wipe down of my rear end and the insertion of a large plug, Peter gestured for me to get back in the truck without getting dressed again, the tatty blanket being put on the seat first to protect the fabric. I had assumed he just wanted the thrill of me being near-naked for the drive back to the warehouse, but then he started to take a different route. We were eventually on a motorway for a very brief period, before he pulled off at a service station and then followed the route parked for lorries rather than cars. This took us to a large parking area filled with HGVs, at the end of which was a small toilet block away from the main service station facilities. He parked up next to it, and then gestured for me to get out and go inside while he remained seated in the truck. I did as he wanted, feeling very exposed even in the dim light, given the number of truckers that were around, and I hurried into the toilet block. It stank to high heaven and there was no-one else in there, but that soon changed as a couple of guys came in after me. Where meetings in public toilets will usually be a careful series of hints and signs to check that both parties want the same thing, none of that was needed here. One of the guys instead just pushed me into a cubicle, bent me forward over the toilet, pulled out the plug from my arse, and then slammed his raw cock into me. He fucked me hard and rough for just a few minutes before breeding me, and then the other man took over. Then another, and another, and another, and so on. I was called a whore and a slut by several of them, but only one of them indicated he was spewing anything toxic into me. Maybe by this point Peter had just decided to get me fucked, and perhaps see if the questionable contents of my rear end might take down a couple of these truckers too. I was in the toilets for a very long time, to the point that I was starting to wonder if Peter had just left me there, but eventually he came in and managed to wind things down so that I could leave. This time he had brought my clothes, which I did my best to put on without them touching the filthy floor tiles, and then we went back outside and got in the truck. “Well, that was quite a day for you then” he said once we were back on the motorway. “Uh-huh” I replied. “Not one I’m going to forget in a hurry.” “Hopefully ever” he said. “But just to make sure, when we get back I’m going to brush out your insides and then spent the night buried in there.” I had been fucked to kingdom come, but I still got hard at what he was saying. “Yes please” I croaked out. “Good lad” he said. “And tomorrow we’ve got a few of the regulars coming back to have a final go with you before lunch. Then you’ll be on your way.” Then I’ll be on my way. A choice of words I liked: I would be both leaving for home, and also hopefully heading into a new life as a pozzed-up pig. True to his word, once we were back at the warehouse and had got into the bedroom I was using, Peter really gave my insides quite a gruelling brush and happily showed me just how red the bristles were. He also indeed stayed buried in me all night, only pulling out when he had to piss or just wanted to stick the brush in there some more. The next morning, as promised, I was taken back downstairs and some of the men from Friday night pumped a few more loads into me as I lay in the sling and happily accepted all of their toxic goodness. Eventually it was just Peter left, and he fucked one more load into me in the sling before helping me up so I could back upstairs to shower and change for the drive home. “Thank you so much” I said to him as I got back downstairs a while later, my bags packed and ready for the road. “This has just been awesome.” “No thanks needed” he said. “Hopefully you got what you came for, but if not then you know where to find me. Indeed, even if we have succeeded, you’re always welcome to visit if you’re back up this way.” “Thank you” I said, knowing that I would now have to find a way to take a detour here whenever I was doing my fatherly duty at the start or end of term time. “Let us know how it goes” he said. “Want to see if we can officially add another one to our tally.” “I will do” I replied. “You got any more chasers lined up?” “Just one” he said. “Nice piece of young meat who’s just started at Nottingham uni. Been messaging me for a while from London, and still seems keen.” “Oh really” I said, smirking. “Yeah” he said. “Got a gay dad too apparently.” Oh. Oh. Oh. My. God… [to be continued]

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10. Doctor's Orders "Oh HELL," Shay grunted again. His cock spurted several more times, spraying his precious, masculine load inside of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the new guy stroking his dick with one hand, and playing with his nipple in another. There was something across his chest, but I was too high to figure it out. The stranger was staring at me. He was enjoying the scene, and it was turning him on. But it wasn't a lustful, desiring stare. It was something darker, more controlling. He had seen what he wanted, and he was going to get it. There was nothing I could do that would change that. He was going to fuck me. "Give him what he needs?" "He's got my vote," Shay said. From a pocket, he produced a black marker. He scribbled something on my chest, under where the other men had put their initials. I tried to read it, but between my position, the drugs, and the upside-down writing, I could only make out an S. "And my load," he said, as his dick twitched one last time in me. "He's fucking dripping sperm tonight," the stranger said. "Best way for a boy like him," Shay said. He smiled at me, before slowly pulling his dick out of me. "Gotta make sure every drop stays inside you. Get you pregnant, huh?" The two men laughed. "It's not quite pregnancy," the other man said. He had stepped all the way into the pool of light. He was in his mid-thirties, his hair thinning a bit, and there were a few flecks of grey in it as well. But it only made him look more mature and masculine. That was helped by his erect cock. It was about the same size as Shay's, or maybe a bit smaller. But a bit smaller than Shay was still a big dick. In the light, I could see his costume more clearly. Around his neck hung a lanyard with an ID badge and a stethoscope. He had pushed down a pair of faded green scrubs; they were taut around his hairy, muscular thighs. He was a horny, hung doctor. Although I craved a thick cock deep-dicking me, I knew my limits. A more reasonable cock would still scratch that persistent itch, and let me recover a bit. "Jesse," he said. "You must be Kenta," he said. He pushed his scrubs all the way down, exposing a red biohazard tattoo on his thigh. Above the biohazard, he also had the now-familiar three repeated sixes, in dark Fraktur letters. "Yeah," I replied. He knelt down on the couch, right between my legs. "Jon's been telling everyone how good your ass feels. He asked me to give a professional opinion." "You? Are you a real doctor?" "Here?" he said. "Or in real life? Not that it matters, really." "No, I guess it doesn't." "Now. You've been fucked by a few men already?" I nodded. "Good, he continued. "All raw?" I nodded again. "Good. Cum in you?" Once more, I nodded in agreement. "That's all very good to hear. Now, I want to try it out." I spread my legs slightly, opening up for him. It had hardly been a minute since Shay had pulled out, and I was already hungry. I had never been this horny, and I loved it. The freedom of prep was liberating, and the drugs only made it so much better. "Please," I moaned. I reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks. I pulled them apart, exposing my hole to him. "Fuck me." "All those loads you took. Now, are you going to take mine?" "Please, Jesse," I grunted. "Fuck me." More than just his cock, I needed his seed. "Give me your load. Breed me." He lined his cock up with my hole. "Please." "When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?" Jesse said. He had a trace of a Southern drawl. It only made me want him more. My brain suddenly fixated on the idea of a Southern daddy doctor dick in Asian twink hole. I wanted him to act it out on me. Even as I was fantasizing, he pushed his cock into me. I was already very well lubricated and opened up, so it was easy to accommodate his dick. "Goddamn," he muttered. "That's a well-fucked hole. Bet you can take the whole thing?" "Give it to me," I moaned. His cock was barely a third of the way in my hole. I felt it slide past my finger tips. His cock was like steel; Shay's dick had been big, but it was like dense, springy rubber. This cock was solid, like a stone shaft. "Oh fuck," I grunted. Even though it was smaller, the stiffness made it harder to take. "Give me a second," I managed to say. His cock slowed down, but did not stop. It was an inexorable force, and there was nothing I could do. Any hope I had of this being a recovery fuck vanished. "Your hole is so hot," Jesse said. "But I know you can do it." He smiled at me, and another inch of cock disappeared into me. "Just relax. Find the pleasure. Here is help." He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. The warmth of the poppers filled my nose and lungs. "Please," I started, but my words were interrupted by another hit from the brown bottle. "Just a little more," he said. "Doctor's orders," he continued. "I know it is a bit uncomfortable, but you're going to be thankful. "What feels good?" "Please," I grunted again. I asked him to stop. "Give me your cock," I said. I couldn't take another second. "Fuck me hard." I couldn't believe what I was saying. "That's it," he said. "You've done a lot of drugs. They are going to cloud your judgement. So it's expected." I was struggling to maintain my composure. His cock was pushing me over the edge, and I wanted to break down and cry. Yet, the poppers were still fucking me over. "Fuck me harder," I said. I didn't want that. I wanted him out of me, and I wanted to be home and safe. "Of course," he said. "As hard as you want. You know what you like." He stabbed his cock into me, pushing the entire length into me. Time slowed down, and I could fully comprehend each painful millimeter forcing its way into me. "This feels really good," he said, as my asshole burned in agony. "Hell yeah," I spoke. I couldn't understand why I just didn't say what I wanted. I tired again. "Fuck me. I need it." It wasn't what I wanted to say, and what I was saying was going to be agonizing. "I see it," he said. "That was what Jon and I were worried about. When you get high," he started. I nodded. I wanted to know why I couldn't say what I needed. I didn't dare speak; it was only going to make things worse. "Fuck me hard and breed your load into me," I said, against my mind's every effort to stay silent. "Yeah. That." Jesse smiled, and his dick pistoned in and out of me. "When you're high, your body takes over." He pushed his dick back into me. "It's fucking hot. Just let it happen. Your body knows what it needs. You're going to love it." "Please," I moaned. "It's intense." "I know it is," he said. "But this feels so fucking good. Your cum-filled hole wrapped around my hard cock." "Fuck me," I moaned. It was going to be an intense fuck. Even though I knew this was a dick too much for now, I kept on begging him. "Pound my hole." "As you wish," Jesse said. He pulled out, then pushed in again, and then kept on repeating it. My ass was burning, and each stroke only made it worse. "You're going to be tender and sore in the morning. But it will be worth it." "Please. Cum in me." "Is that what you want?" he asked. "Your hole dripping with random guy's sperm?" "Just breed me." I was going a bit crazy. He was teasing me with his dick, stretching me and opening me up, and edging himself closer. But I wanted his cum. He was hot and healthy, and it didn't matter that we were fucking raw. "Cum in me." "That's what I like to hear. Not too much for you, is it?" He slammed his dick in, almost daring me to say it was. I tried to grunt and tell him how I needed a break. I wanted a break. But I said just the opposite. "Don't stop. Fuck me until you cum." "That's the right attitude," Jesse said. He kept on fucking me. I looked up, and standing next to me was another man, watching the two of us fuck. "It's gonna help you a lot tonight." He was naked except for a leather harness across his chest, a pair of leather gloves, and black leather boots. He was hairy all over, and out of a dense mound of pubes, a thick, hard cock emerged. There was a bit of grey in his beard, but he looked amazing. He had a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, all in black and white; it was hard to see all of them, but I saw a skeleton on his bicep, and a snake wrapped around his arm several times. However, rather than the biohazard tattoo above his dick that the other men had, he had an inverted pentagram. "Come on," the new man said. "Give the rest of us a chance on that hole." He stepped a bit closer, and I saw that the intricate pattern in the middle of the pentagram was a biohazard symbol. "Jon can't stop talking about that prepped-up ass." "I'm giving it my vote," Jesse said. He pushed his dick into me. "You want it?" he asked me. "Please," I moaned. He would cum in me, and pull out. Then I could get a short break before I got to continue the night. "Cum in me." "Give him what he wants," the stranger said. "What he needs," Jesse grunted, pushing his dick deep into me. He didn't pre-cum as much as some of the other men. Although the other men had left me well-lubed, Jesse had been working it into my hole, and his strokes were getting rougher. "Fuck this hole good." "Bareback and breed that hole," the stranger said. "Give him the gift." "Hell yeah," Jesse grunted. He was starting to pound my hole faster, and he was breathing harder. Deep in my hole, his dick was stiffening; he was getting very close to cumming. "Breed this boy's hole," he repeated. "Please," I moaned. "Cum in me." I couldn't think about anything other than Jesse's cock injecting his load deep in my hole. "Give it to me." "FUCK YEAH," Jesse said, slamming his cock into me. He held it, and I felt the familiar warmth of cum filling me up. I barely knew Jesse, yet I was more than happy to let him fuck me raw and cum in me. There was another pulse down the length of his cock, and more of his sperm landed in my guts. "TAKE IT," he grunted. "That's it. Fill him up," the stranger said. He was jerking his cock now, watching the two of us fuck. "Get him ready for me." "Hell yeah," Jesse said. He was pumping my ass now, his cock sliding in and out of my hole, coating it with his sperm. "Take every fucking drop of it," he continued. "Please. All of it," I said. My head was spinning, and it was hard to even keep track of where I was. But this was what I needed. I turned my attention to the stranger. "You're going to fuck me, right?" "Of course I am. Give you a good fucking, and then a very special load." "He's got a fat dick, doesn't he?" Jesse asked. The stranger's dick was a bit shorter than Jesse's, but it was a thick shaft, topped with a big mushroom head. "You're going to love it," he said. It was going to be an intense ride. "Please," I said. "I want it." "I'm sure you do," the stranger said. "You done there?" he asked Jesse. "Or do you have more to do?" "Almost done," Jesse said. He turned his attention. "Great ass. Now. Doctor's orders." I nodded, waiting to hear what he was going to tell me to do. "Take a lot of loads. I'll see about getting you some more G. It will make it easier." He pulled his cock out of my hole. I squeezed my ass, trying not to let any of the semen drip out. "Your turn," Jesse said to the other man, as he stood up. His dick was shiny from my ass. It felt so depraved, to know that one man had just fucked me, and there was a total stranger ready to take his place. "You're going to take his load, right?" Jesse asked me. "Promise," I said. I turned to the stranger. "You're going to give me your load?" "Promise," he said, as he knelt down between my legs. He rubbed his dickhead up against my ass hole. "Damn. Jesse said you were wet. But I didn't believe him. It's like fucking a pussy." "It's your hole to fuck," I said. "I know it is. And you're going to take all of it."

Maybe they found the handcuffs and clamps I lost there during IML in 1997