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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

The story you’re about to read is woven from the threads of my own experiences, though I’ve taken some creative liberties. It unfolds through the eyes of a young man seeking something deeper than fleeting moments of physical connection—a journey that echoes my own from years past under the tutelage of my Dom. As I navigated the crowded space, I was struck by the diversity of the crowd. There were those who exuded confidence, their presence commanding respect, and others who, like me, were newcomers, seeking guidance and understanding. It was a world where vulnerability was not a weakness but a strength, a badge of honor worn with pride. Here, i found not just a community, but a family. We are bound by trust, respect, and a shared understanding of the path we walk." Under his tutelage, I began to understand the nuances of the lifestyle. It was not just about the physical acts, but about the mental and emotional connection that made those acts meaningful. He taught me that dominance and submission were not about power, but about trust and surrender. It was a dance, a delicate balance where both partners were equal, their roles defined by mutual consent and understanding. As I delved deeper into the world, I realized that the BDSM lifestyle was a journey of self-discovery. It was a place where I could explore my desires, my fears, and my strengths. The community embraced me, offering support and guidance, their experiences a beacon in the dark. Through the lens of my journey, I hope to capture the essence of this world—a world where intimacy is not just physical, but a profound connection of the mind and soul. It is a place where vulnerability is celebrated, and trust is the foundation upon which everything is built. To those who are curious, I invite you to explore this world with an open mind and heart. It is a journey that can lead to profound self-discovery and connection. And to those who are already a part of this community, I hope my words resonate with your experiences and serve as a reminder of the beautiful bond we share. With gratitude and respect, I dedicate this story to Sir Evans, the Dom who guided me into this world. His mentorship was a gift, a beacon that illuminated my path and taught me the true meaning of discipline and community. Thank you, Sir Evans, for showing me the way. My Genesis, The Brotherhood Chapter 1 Tuesday, May 18, 1993, 7:17 PM They say curiosity killed the cat. For me, it didn’t kill—it reshaped me, pulling me into a world I never imagined. I was seventeen, trapped in the haze of a trigonometry final, my textbook a lifeless slab of numbers mocking me from the desk. I needed an escape, something to jolt me awake. So, like any restless, hormone-drunk suburban kid with a dial-up modem and a head full of dirty secrets, I slunk into AOL’s alt.binaries.m4m.personals.NY.LI—a gritty, pre-Craigslist underworld of raw desire. Most ads were the usual filth: blurry nudes, pathetic begging, or shady offers for quick cash. Then one hit me like a slap across the face. CONTROL — Want to take it, or have it taken from you? My heart pounded, my jeans tightening before my brain could catch up. I clicked, already half-lost. The ad was bold, unapologetic: >Do you know how to take control—or crave having it stripped away? Ever wonder why kink ignites something in you that you’re too afraid to name? You already know the answer. You just haven’t dared to speak it. >Verbal Dom Master seeks pledges for a brotherhood of men. You’ll be trained in bondage, dominance, sadism, masochism, and more. Confront the lies you tell yourself—the ones holding you back. Our mirror will show you your most raw truths, and by facing them, you’ll grow. You were meant to command your world, not shrink from it. >Let go. Trust yourself and your brothers. What awaits is beyond what you can grasp now. Once you begin, you won’t turn back—the truth you find will pull you forward. >This isn’t a fantasy. It’s a lifestyle for men ready to leave boyhood behind and embrace the responsibilities of manhood. >Reply with a paragraph about why this speaks to you—and a photo. I shared it with my friends. We were stunned, drawn in, our curiosity burning. This wasn’t just intriguing; it felt like a door to something deeper. Together, we sent a reply with a group photo and a short note about ourselves. The next day, a response arrived: Hello, young gentlemen. Congratulations on taking the first step. As you’re not yet of age for deeper discussion, I can only offer an outline for now. If you’d like, we can meet for coffee in a public place. After a few messages, we set a date. Sunday, May 23, 1993, 3:00 PM I arrived at the Bel-Aire Diner in Astoria, Queens NY, a lively, neutral spot. We met in the parking lot, as planned. He was tall, well-built, handsome, commanding, his presence heavy with quiet authority. “You may call me Sir,” he said, his voice steady. “Understand, boy?” “Yes, Sir,” I replied, my throat tight. Inside, the host greeted us with, “As requested, Sir,” and led us to a private booth in a quiet corner. Sir spoke first, cutting through the diner’s hum. “Let me outline things before you ask questions.” He described the initial training: obeying commands, standing at attention, speaking only when addressed, and understanding our place. We’d learn grooming, domestic skills—cleaning, bar tending, massaging, ironing, light cooking—and a code of honor, conduct, and behavior. “You’re not training to be a maid,” he said, his gaze locking onto mine. “You’re training to be a respectable, independent man who relies on no one.” Initiation would have to wait until my eighteenth birthday, for legal reasons. He handed me four binders, each divided into chapters with assignments. I couldn’t help asking, “What about fucking and that sort of stuff, sir?” He smiled, patiently. “I understand you're eager to fulfill your fantasies. But without this foundation, you’ll only chase fleeting moments. You contacted me because you want more—and this is the groundwork, boy.” We finished our coffees and parted. Afterwards, I met with the boys, showing them the binders. The tasks seemed manageable—some we already knew. We agreed to commit and start the lessons. Friday, June 25, 1993, 12:00 PM (My 18th Birthday) After a small family party—chocolate cake, presents, and my mom’s worried lecture about ticks at Mohonk State Park, where I said we were camping—my dad slipped me forty bucks with a look that said, “I know you're story is complete BS, go have fun.” They had no idea what we were really chasing. After a small birthday party with the family, accompanied by chocolate cake and some gifts. I start to pack up for the weekend. I told my parents that the guys and I were going camping at the Mohonk state park preserve. My mom, overly concerned about ticks, gives me a loving lecture and some deet. I promise her that we will check each other's bodies for ticks every night before bed. My dad quietly slipped me forty bucks and gave me that look that says, I know you're story is complete BS, go have fun. Little did they know what hijinks we were actually up to. By 2:45 PM, we reached the address. I knocked at the door, and Master greeted us, leading us inside to a mudroom. His voice was calm but firm. “Tonight is a big weekend for you boys. Tonight, you will begin to confront your fears and admit your desires. This will be done in the presence of others and you will be held to our standards. You will be tested and broken down in front of each other, and many other men.” He explained the hierarchy: everyone will be masked except him and us four. Only Master could speak to us at first, though four mentoring Dom's would later share equal authority, followed by other ranks outlined in the binders. “All orders will be obeyed,” he said. “When you're ready, simply take your shoes off and wait inside the living room, until someone comes for you.” We sat on the couch, nerves buzzing. A young man, masked and wearing only a collar with an Alpha symbol, gestured for us to follow. He led us to a large room, dark and smoky, lit by dim red lights, like a massive converted garage. Naked men stood in a semicircle, their masked faces unreadable. A spotlight in the center of the room snapped on. “Faggots, stand in the light,” Master commanded. We stepped into the glare, exposed. “Faggots, take off all of your clothing and put them into the marked bags. The bags are labeled 'faggot' and our last names.” Master addressed me first. “Faggot bindel, announce your name and why you are here.” My voice unsteady. “My name is dietrich bindel and I am a faggot. I came here seeking, discipline, training, mentoring, and respect Sir.” danny, harry, and arthur followed, their voices echoing mine. Master approached me. “Faggot bindel, are you ready to submit yourself to my authority?” “Sir, yes, Sir,” I replied. “Kneel and repeat after me.” I knelt, reciting: “I, dieterich bindel, fully offer myself to you without hesitation, reservation, or limit for your personal use and/or entertainment. I will obey every command from you without refusal until you release me of my pledge of obligation.” A collar tightened around my neck, slightly restrictive, a constant reminder of my choice, and my place. He repeated the ritual with the others. (What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?) Master ordered, “Faggot bindel, you will slowly parade yourself around the circle of your brothers on all fours like a dog three times. Properly display yourself for us to see.” I crawled, voice nervous, but clear: “My name is Faggot bindel, and I am a worthless faggot. I seek discipline, training, mentoring, and respect.” I repeat this over and over until my three laps are completed, my words steadied with each recital. I then returned to my spot, and watched the others follow my example. A light flashed, illuminating an area, and two curtains are drawn revealing four dildos attached to the wall, each labeled with our last names. “Go to your individual station, and show us how you suck cock faggots,” Master said. Still on our knees, we obeyed, making our way over to our designated spots and begin to suck on the dildos. Moments later, I hear a clap and four men approached, and force us to go down further. I gagged, throat burning, phlegm pooling. I try to push back, but the man controlling my head pushes me even harder. Master’s voice cut through: “Resistance is cowardice. What did you come here for, faggots?” Choking, we tried: “I seek discipline, training, mentoring, and respect, sir.” The words were muffled, strained. Master claps again and I can hear four other men approach us. Then a small brown bottle was held to my nostril, the other pinched. “Breathe deeply, faggots,” Master said. I inhaled, my head spinning, a warm rush flooding me. Somehow, the dildo became easier, the force diminishes to a gentle suggestion. Another inhale, and I leaned into it, craving the sensation. Clap. “Faggots, turn around one hundred and eighty degrees.” As we begin another light snaps on, and I can see a camera on a tripod gleaming under new light. “What do all faggots crave?” Master asked. I froze, dizzy. A whip stung my ass, and all the men shouted, “Faggots crave cock, sir.” Instinctively, I moved my ass against the dildo and began to fuck myself. The bottle is then applied to me again, and pleasure surged. “Who are you and what are you looking for?” Holy shit this feels amazing as the rhythm of my lust is taking over. “My name is Faggot bindel, and I am a worthless faggot. I seek discipline, training, mentoring, and respect, sir,” Master says louder faggots as you fuck your faggot holes. I said, voice rising. “MY NAME IS FAGGOT BINDEL, AND I AM A WORTHLESS FAGGOT. I SEEK DISCIPLINE, TRAINING, MENTORING, AND RESPECT, SIR!” I moved faster, lost in the act, my body alive with need. With that bottle being reapplied to my nose and me repeating the words. My ass completely opens up and I really begin to fuck myself like some cheap whore. Back and forth, over and over again. I feel mindless, cheap and degraded. God my cock is rock fucking hard. Clap. Four more men approach and place another dildo in front of each of us. “What do faggots crave?” The boys and I all shout out “FAGGOTS CRAVE COCK SIR” and we all instinctively suck those dildos as we fuck ourselves. My God I feel like such a slut. Caught in the rhythm the room joined a unified chant: “FAGGOTS CRAVE COCK, SIR.” We kept going until Master roared, “ENOUGH!” Silence fell, but we four were too caught up to stop. A sharp slap stilled me. “Mentors, collect your faggots,” Master said. A masked Mentor clipped a leash to my collar, walking me outside to a fire pit surrounded by an expansive lawn. The cool night air brushed my sweat-soaked skin, the fire’s glow casting shadows on the masked men around us. Cicadas hummed, mixing with the crackle of flames. My Mentor, his presence firm, placed his hand on my shoulder. danny, harry, and arthur were placed nearby, each with their own Mentor, leashes taut. The fire warmed our bare skin, whip marks faintly visible. The men chanted, “Faggots crave cock, sir,” the words weaving through the night, stirring my nerves. The chant swelled, then stopped, leaving silence. Master’s voice rang out. “Faggots, you’re here to face your deepest desires and confront your fears. This weekend, you’ll be pushed to your limits, tested in ways you never imagined. You’ll embrace your true self and find strength in your submission.” His gaze held us. “This weekend, you’ll be initiated into our brotherhood—marked, claimed, forever changed. Are you ready to accept this path, to embrace the faggot you are destined to be?” The question settled over us. I looked at my friends, their eyes reflecting my own mix of fear and anticipation. We nodded, committing to whatever lay ahead. Master smiled, calm and knowing. He clapped. “Then let the initiation begin.” He turned, heading back to the house, leaving us by the fire, our anticipation growing in the flickering light. End of chapter 1

Couple Mark and Adam have been running a Poz-friendly men's club for several years. The club's mission is to reduce stigma and bring together men who share the same positive attitude towards being poz. The club is open to all adult men. The club never asks about men's status or medications. The idea of the club is to be a free space to meet other like-minded men, without judgment or criticism. Mark and Adam are both poz, sometimes on medication and sometimes off. The club's network includes over 130 men in total, some of whom actively participate in every event and others less often. You can only join the club if you are recommended by an existing member. So not just anyone can join the club. The club has members of all ages, from men in their twenties to seniors in their eighties. There are all kinds of men: fat, young, skinny, positive, muscular, gifters, athletic, neg, tall, chasers, old, short, wasted and vital. Everyone is welcome. Once a month, the club organizes a Men's Body Admiration Meeting at Mark and Adam's farm, which is practically a 24-hour, unclothed and non-condom debauchery event. The large house is full of naked men in various configurations throughout the event, from spirited discussions to darkrooms. Almost every time, about 100 men participate in the event. The house is large enough that anyone who wants to can always stay overnight. Although the party often continues until the early hours of the morning. Mark and Adam want to come up with new spaces for the event every time. This time, the novelty was the Wheel of Fortune game. The game had a rotating Fuckbench, with ten sectors around it. The idea of the game is that one man is on his stomach on a fuck bench and 10 men stand on sectors. The bench is spun and when the wheel of fortune stops, two opposing men get to use the holes of the man on the bench for 30 seconds. One fucks the mouth and the other the ass. The game continues until the first man empties his load inside the man on the bench. Although the event doesn't talk much about the status of the men, biohazard and scorpion tattoos often give a hint of status.

Update for anyone heading to Maspalomas these days: 1. Dunes: still some action during the day, but somehow in the 4 days I went by there weren't too many people. Lots of wankers and watchers, but action seems to be less intense than in previous years. 2. Factory: always good. many people and lots of action. definitely my favourite. good mix of ages, tops and bottoms, with lots of action happening everywhere. a definite 9/10. 3. Zoo. good between 10:30 and 01:00. then the crowd thins out and mostly bottoms stay in hope of a last load. The most uncomfortable slings and more 1-1 action rather than group. Very clean and diverse clientele although many do come to socialise and only occasionally have sex. 7/10 4. Strong Construction. Always packed, dirty toilets, lots of Stand & Model, many OF making vids. Dark areas will get you some action, but way too crowded and everyone looking for the elusive 25cm black top who shoots gallons. 5/10 5. Reds. More laid back smaller club, but clean and mostly men over 45-50. But you get more action and fucks and loads than at Construction. Great terrace for smokers and if you are exhibitionist and like to fuck or be fucked whilst others are watching, then this is a place for you. Even on the smoking terrace, men wank openly, suck and fuck with no worries. A good 8/10 6. Noxon. Mostly for puppies and piss lovers. Good mix, depending on the night. Early bar so pretty much all dies down around midnight. They do have themed parties (Load and Breed ), but can be a hit and miss depending on the night. I find drinks to be a bit on the pricey side but a good option. 7/10 7. Tom's bar. Small and mostly socialising for bears and leather. You can get some action although it's not the main attraction. If you like bears and leather, this can be your place to meet others. For me.... 5/10 8. Cruise bar. Lots of mature men, mostly with clothes on. Lots of looks and buttslapping, but action is on a low side. If you like 50+ daddies type this is a good place to be. Note however to watch for your valuables. As many people go dressed you need to keep an eye on your phone and wallet. Needless to say that thiefs and pickpockets don't care about your sexual orientation. my rating: 4/10

I hate getting throat fucked in any position, I'd much rather savor a guys cock and balls. LOVE running my tongue and mouth all over a guy, at my choice, take him down my throat. Rather slowly edge and worship a guy than have his cock pouding my throat. But if a guy wants to throat fuck me head off the bed is by far the best.

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!

Easy answer to this question: Because it’s good to know what “the other side is thinking.” Why wouldn’t a well-rounded person want to know that?

A hot black man in tight leather chaps, boots, harness, vest and MASTERS cap kept His eyes on me all night in the dark leather bar. "The Black Master is so into you, he wants you as His white slave!" my bud told me. i was in my tight 501 leather jeans, boots, belt and open chest bar vest. my bud and i had smoked some t before we came out that night so i was somewhat fucked and ripe horny to submit. A hand firmly cupped up agains my ass. "Hello boy! I saw you across the bar and I liked what i saw." my bud disapered into the crowded bar. " I am MASTER T and own, train, control, use and abuse white sub boys like you into slaves who worship me your OWNER & MASTER. "Does boy pnp?" SIR! yes boy does but am out of stuff i replied. "boy slams? "i have but am scared of needles. "dont worry boy MASTER will take good care of you. MASTER firmly grabbed me a lead me out the door to his Harley where he straddled his leathered legs over the seat and ordered me to get on behind him. i did and held on so thight to his tight manly body and off we went into the night to MASTER T's place. MASTER T"s place was a windowless room behind a garage. The room was filled with many diffrent fixtures and objectss for use in training of a slave. MASTER T first locked a collar around my neck then and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then i was lead by MASTER T into center of room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me. i knew MASTER T enjjoyed the act of slamming chems into his chain bound and helpless white slaves. :Lookie here pig MASTERS got a fully loaded rig Im am going to inject right into pigs veins. MASTER T wants you pig real fucked up so is to have total control of you and your breedin holes. MASTER T"s dick became rock hard as he displayed the point. as MASTER bent over to tie off my arm His raw dick forced its way up in me. He registered a vein and pushed down as his cock grew harder and begain to fuck me as the meth rushed through my body. "theis is what MASTER T likes that drug rush in slaves ass as MASTER feels tthe heat and take his boy down and breedin slave with MASTERS poz dna.

Yup a couple years ago with a black guy he was 12.5 inches and thick as hell. He pounded me silly we legit fucked all night in a truck stop parking lot in his sleeper. I couldn't sit for 3 or 4 days after lol.

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 !!

I guess I first misinterpreted what you meant by being slammed.

Ended up sliding a whole deodorant can in my ass after these pics, felt like a proper slut.

First time was a couple months ago. Was forced into and haven’t stopped thinking about it. Older guy with a beautiful cock that was thick enough to fill my throat was throat fucking me for about 15 minutes and said here it cums. He shoots his load down my throat and when I feel the pulsing stop he continues to hold my head onto him in a vice grip and says keep swallowing here’s a treat for you. Wasn’t until the 3rd gulp I realized he was feeding me his piss. I knew the man for a couple years and knew that he ONLY DRINK BEER AND LIQUOR. So he was feeding me the darkest piss I assume. When he finally released me he spit into my mouth and said don’t move round 2 in 20 minutes.

It was a typical Saturday afternoon and I was at my usual spot outside of the bookstore. A sleazy, popular joint that attracted all kinds of men and was an easy place to deal. If I thought I was being watched I could just slip inside and get lost for a while, always at least getting my big,11 inch ebony snake sucked, or dumping my load in some hungry manpussy. I didn't even have to pay to enter the maze of booths. The owner was a regular customer and I'd let him worship my monster, so I had unlimited access to the arcade. I was leaning against the side of the building, waiting for one of my regulars to come by when a black Escalade parked across the street, half a block down. I didn't think nothin of it when nobody got out right away. Wasn't unusual for dudes to sit in their cars getting up the nerve to actually go inside. It must have been about 15 minutes before the driver finally got out, and damn if one look at him didn't get my cock stirring in my jeans. Out stepped the sweetest little white boy I had seen in a while! He had to be barely 18 if a day, with strawberry blond hair, and a plump little bubble butt. My eyes followed him as he walked toward the door, nervously looking around before he ducked inside. My hardening dick told me to follow him, and I did. The kid was looking around the store, his hands stuffed into his pockets, obviously new to this whole thing. I could tell he was a rich kid with his Air Jordan's that didn't even have a scuff on them, his Sean John jeans, and his Ralph Lauren shirt. That was no doubt Daddy's Escalade he rolled up in. Hell, he had probably never been to this neighborhood before. But if he was here lookin for what I think he was, he was gonna get more than he bargained for if I had my way. He finally went up to the counter and handed the guy some cash, and showed him his ID. He had to pass by me on the way to the booths and I got a good smell of him. He smelled like soap, teenage boy, and sex. I went up to the counter and got a bottle of poppers and headed back there after my prey. My eyes had to adjust to the dark, but I didn't see my prize anywhere. I wandered the halls for about 5 minutes before I finally saw him exit a booth. He walked past me, giving me a nervous glance that said both, "I don't know what I'm doing", and "I want you." Damn right he wanted me. I was a fine mother fuckin piece of man. 6'2", and at 35, had a rock hard, wirey body, and beautiful ebony skin. The kid went into another booth and started to shut the door. My hand stopped it, and I slid in behind him, shutting the door. He didn't say a word as I gently reached out and stroked his face, but I could feel him tremble. "First time here?" I whispered to him. He just nodded, his blue eyes looking up at me. He wasn't very big, probably 5'9" and slender, but he did possess that plump mound of ass. I placed my hand on it while I said "relax baby boy, Jesse's gonna take real good care of you." I tilted his head back and leaned down, placing my full lips on his. He opened his mouth and I stuck my tongue in him. Mmmmmm....he tasted like candy. My hands rubbed his ass as my mouth took control of him. He just melted into me and I knew I had found my next bitch. I opened up the bottle and held it under his nose. "Breath deep baby boy, this will make you feel good. He inhaled deep like a good boy. I just switched nostrils back and forth a few times while he sucked in the fumes. I sat down on the chair and he sank onto my lap. Grabbing my face he started kissing me passionately while he ground his ass into my lap. I knew I had him hooked. "You like that baby boy?" I asked. "You like how that made you feel?" "Mmmmmmmm yea," he moaned. "Feels good." "I got something else that will make you feel sooooo much better. You wanna try it? You trust me?" "Oh yea," he moaned, licking my neck. Stupid little bitch. He didn't know he just sealed his fate. I pulled a little pipe out of my pocket that I kept preloaded. "You know what this is baby boy?" He just shook his head no. "This is Majic Miss T. She knows how to make you feel real good." I lit my lighter and melted the shards. As soon as the pipe filled up, I took the first hit, blowing the smoke into his mouth. Then I held up the pipe for him. "Breath slow and deep," I told him. Then blow it into my mouth. He did as instructed, so obedient. I just kept feeding him the pipe, until he finished off the bowl in 6, big hits. "Good boy," I told him. "You did that very well." Even in the dim lite I could see his eyes become dark saucers as lust glazed them over. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his creamy, alabaster skin, and his little pink nipples. I latched my mouth onto one, sucking it hard, and biting it with my teeth. He squealed and writhed, but I held him firm, then attacked the other one. I could feel his hard dick in his jeans pressing into my stomach, assuring me he was loving the rough treatment. I pulled off his shoes and socks, throwing them in the corner, and unbuttoned his jeans. I pushed him onto the floor and grabbed the legs, pulling them off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but not for long. I grabbed the waist band and ripped them off, leaving him naked and vulnerable, just how I like my white boys to be. His dick stood straight up out of his patch of reddish pubes, and he looked at me with crazed lust. "How much time you got baby boy?" I asked. "As much as I want. My parents and my sister are on vacation for two weeks." He panted. "Oh bitch," I thought to myself. You don't know what you just got yourself into.

Congrats. You hit the jackpot! Buy a lottery ticket and a plane ticket to Vegas.

PRE: When government and world systems collapsed it was every man for himself. cities fell into ruin and war and rioting broke out. Civilization as it once was became no more. Now there are only the few- those who somehow managed to survive. Who live in the decaying ruins of what was once great cities. The Uber-wealthy live in the sphere, a protected dome of wealth and opulence where they want for nothing. For identification, the wealthy have a bar code on their wrist. ONE: He woke with a jolt. Immediately taking in his surroundings he realized he was still here. Still where he had been the past three days. The days ago he had woken up in this dingy room, lined with junk and had no memory. No memory of where he was, how he'd got there and most frighteningly of who he was. He had some kind of barcode on his wrist, he knew that. However, he had no idea what it meant. He clung to the hope that if he could find some way to get the barcode scanned he could be Identified- that somehow he could be helped. He'd spent most of the past few days like a rat in its hole, too scared to venture out. Scared of what he'd find. But now- he'd run out of the Liquid and food rations that had been in a pack at his side. He'd have to be brave. So he left the room. He moved through the city, passing by others who were as dirty and disheveled as he. Some looked violent, some looked lost. It all seemed foreign to him. He had no idea what he was going to do, how he was going to make it. How would he get by, eat, sleep, anything? "Hey, you- come in here. You'll like it here." A young woman beckoned to him. She was clean in this dirty wasteland. She stood in front of a warehouse building a sign read OASIS. "I don't have money" He said. She giggled in response, taking one of her many golden bangles from her wrist and placing it on his with a wink. "Go in to the bar- show them this and tell them Talia sent you, they'll take care of you." "But I-" "Don't you want to eat and drink? You'll like it here. Go!" She pushed him towards the door. The harsh summer sun fell away to a darkened nightclub. music blaring and lights blasting, seemingly unaware of the time of day. Bodies writhed danced against one another. it was packed. Everyone seemed to be in an altered state- unaware of their reality and blissed out, euphorically touching one another. He slowly weaved through the crowed to the bar. A bulky man stood behind it "What do you want?" "I- Um. Talia sent me?" he said, presenting the golden bangle. The barkeep smiled and went to a black leather door that stood by the door. He knocked three times and a slot opened at eye level. The barkeep held up the bangle. "Talia sent a new boy for Lucien" The slot closed. The barkeep tossed the bangle back to the confused boy then went back to wiping the bar down. The boy put the bangle on his wrist. Then the door crashed open and before he could look up to see who was coming a hood went over his head and gruff arms were grabbing him. A pinch to the neck- a shot. "What the hell?" He was out before they dragged him through the door. Lucien's thugs deposited the boy at his feet in his office. "Well, well, well. What have we here?" Lucien queried rhetorically as his men departed. Lucien made not of the boys clothes, dirty but new. not the rags he was used to seeing. They were OW. He wasn't from around here. "He's a beauty." Lucien noticed a bar code on his wrist. He got his illegally obtained scanner and scanned it. "The son of Paule V Rit?! Here in my little den of inequity?" He considered what his plan would be as he spoke to the unconscious boy before him. They are searching for you. I wonder what happens if they never find you. I was going to just make you into a go-go boy here. but no, you are too pretty and too high a prize for that. You are going to be my personal slave. Yes, I think that's what best fits this prince of the over world. To learn to be submissive little pig slut for his master." Luciens smirk grew into a grin on his handsome face as he began to weave the way he would ruin this boy. * He woke up. This time he was not in the same dingy room of the past three days. this time he woke up to a darker room. He was laying along one wall on a concrete slab. The room itself was more cell than room. It was only about 6x6 with no doors or windows. on the ceiling was a hatch. He was naked except for a black leather jockstrap, a collar and a gold bangle on his wrist. His wrist, had a black band tattooed around it where the barcode had been. Whatever information that barcode had held was now void to him. Where the fuck was he and what had he gotten himself into? Then there was a voice. "There is a bottle under your bed. You have 30 seconds to drink it down. DRINK." END PART ONE

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!

Chapter 3 – The Silent Treatment T: Good boy. Now turn around and meet your daddy. The drug fueled boy slowly turned around and glimpsed the beauty standing in the doorway. It was just like his dad in the face. But he was all sex god from the neck down. Aiden eyed the man in front of him. His eyes traced the chest hair on his perfect pecks, to his dime sized pink nipples. He had the same sized nipples and the thought made his dick bounce. His vision lowered down the man’s happy trail, down to his red bush sitting above his hard dick. His bush the same shade of red as he had. And the throbbing uncut dick sticking straight up just like his own. The same shade of pink skin. These observations were sending the twacked boy into heat. Who was this man of his dreams? He needed to know him. Aiden needed to attack that dick and get the man’s load. The twitching from his hole was becoming irresistible. Sid stood there solid and stoic. He looked at the boy on the bed. The smooth fucker was just sitting there looking so fuckable. He couldn’t believe the naked twink before his eyes was there primed up for the mounting. But could he do it? Could he actually defy nature and bury his seed in his son. His mind was cluttered with the drugs flowing through his veins. His mind was screaming for him to turn around and run away. His hard dick was screaming to push a warm load into the boy’s tight little ass. Which would win out though? Sid needed a moment to think. He stood there in silence. The boy before him had returned his fingers to his hole. The boy was fucking himself on his fingers. This was too much for the man, after all, he was only human. This hot fucker was going to get what he deserved for being such a fucking hot whore before his eager eyes. Sid walked over to the boy and said nothing. He reached down and flicked the boy’s left nipple. A hard breath escaped the boy’s mouth. Sid reached down and grabbed the boy by his dick. A soft moan could be heard from the boy. Sid released the picked up the pipe and lighter that was sitting next to the boy. He walked over to the side table and packed the bowl and walked back to in front of the boy. Sid lit the bowl and sucked in a big hit. He bent down and pushed his lips to the boy’s mouth and blew the cloud into his lungs. After the man released his lips, a cloud was blown out by the boy. The man lit up again and pushed his lips to the boy again. The man pulled the boy from the bed onto the floor. The boy is on his knees. The shotguns resumed. On the fourth time, the man bent down and started making out with the boy. When they broke the lip lock, the man held the pipe up to the boy’s mouth and lit the bowl for him. Instead of crouching down for another kiss, the man stood straight up and pushed the boy’s head down to his dick. The boy instinctively opened his mouth and took in the head of the man’s dick. He let the cloud escape around the head. A soft “fuck ya” was heard in the room from Todd, the man recording the whole experience. Sid fed another hit to his son and again pushed him down to his dick. This time he was able to take half of the shaft into his mouth. They kept this going until Aiden was able to take all 7 inches of hard meat into his mouth. The boy could feel the hair pushed against his nose and the balls against his chin. He could taste the precum at the back of his throat. He was in bottom heaven. Aiden released the smoke and tried to pull him mouth off the throbbing dick but the man grabbed the back of Aiden’s head and held it in place. The man pushed his dick the full length into his throat. Aiden bucked and tried to pull away and breath. He was almost ready to pass out when the man let go of his head. Aiden pulled away and took a huge breath in. Bits of thick slobber hung from the corners of his mouth. Aiden’s eyes began to water and he looked up at this new daddy. He wasn’t scared. He was super turned on. The man just stared back to the boy in silence. The longer the silence, the more the boy wanted to keep his daddy satisfied. The man grabbed the boy up and threw him on the bed. He did another shotgun and made out with the teen. After 2 big bowls, the man just lay down on the bed. Without speaking a word, he motioned for the boy to come over to him and positioned him into a 69 position. The boy got into position with his dick and balls hovering over his daddy’s mouth. He himself had his watering mouth directly above the man’s pink lovestick. Without waiting for direction, the boy took the dick in hand and placed his mouth on the tip. Aiden could taste the precum that had collected on the tip. That’s when he felt it. The man gripped the boy’s dick and licked it from tip to base and then his balls. Small moans could be heard form the boy as he was taking more and more of his daddy’s dick in his mouth. Aiden continued to go down on the man’s dick until he was down to hair at the base. The man grabbed the boy’s ass cheeks and gripped them in his palms. Moans escaped the boy. The boy was soon rewarded by the man with teasing his warm hole with his finger tip. He grazed the hole just enough for the boy to feel it. This was making the boy feel amazing. He kept bobbing on the man’s dick, letting it throb in his throat each time he took the entire length. Sid used his hands to push the boy forward a bit. He put his head up a bit and met the boy’s ass. His tongue dove into the wet hole. This drove Aiden crazy. He had never been rimmed before and he returned to bottom heaven. Aiden was in ecstasy and lessened his effort on the dick before him. He was just licking the head now. That’s all his brain would let him process to do since he was getting sensory overdrive on his hole. Sid had almost forgotten that Todd was there filming the scene. Todd had gotten close to get a close up of the boy’s smooth hole glistening with spit and lube. Sid returned to rimming the boy. Todd backed up and went to the bag of T. He fished out the 2 largest shards. He estimated that each shard was about 0.3 or 0.4. Boy was the boy going to be flying. He hands off the shards to Sid. Sid pushed the boy away forcefully and jumped off the bed. Aiden was on his feet now too. The man grabbed the twink by the wrist and wrapped it around the boys back. He pushed the boy down on the bed. Aiden crawled up the bed a bit and bent his head down. His ass was on full display. The twink was so turned on by the fact that the man was controlling the whole scene without even speaking a word. It made his hole pucker. Sid noticed the hole winking at him and he knew it was time. He dove his head back into the boy’s ass. The man was eating the smooth hole like he was starving – being generous with the saliva. The boy’s hole was super wet when he backed away slightly. Sid took the larger shard and placed it at the boy’s opening. He looked before him at the perfect twink ass before him and he pushed his head forward. He opened his mouth and lightly bit the porcelain globes. This was unexpected and the boy jumped slightly and relaxed his hole. The man took the opportunity to push the shard all the way in with his 2 fingers. It took a moment but the boy started complaining. A: oh daddy! It burns daddy. Oh fuck. While still in doggie position, the boy turned his head to see behind him. He found his daddy’s face. The face was full of lust. The man put his finger (other hand) to his lips. S: Shhh… Sid followed the command with a small tug on the boys balls. This made the boy yelp. But he shut the fuck up. Once the burning had stopped, the boy was again trying to fuck himself on the fingers inside of him. Sid pulled out and grabbed the other shard. He pushed in the same way with 2 fingers. The hole was spasming – gripping and then relaxing, repeat. Once the second shard had dissolved, the hole slowed the spasming down to a small rhythm. Sid pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his leg. He picked up the pipe and refilled it. He took a few hits. Aiden stayed in position. He didn’t know if he should move or not. Part of him thought that if his daddy wanted him to move, he would have moved him himself. He stayed in position while his daddy finished his bowl. Sid put the pipe down on the side table. He walked back behind the boy. The boy’s hole was so tweaked that it was puckering on and off nonstop. The man put his hand on the boy’s ass and pushed him down flat. His legs giving way and he was now flat on his stomach. Sid jumped up on the bed and laid directly on the boy’s body. The teen could feel hot breath on his neck and ears. He could feel the chest hair on his back. He could feel the hardness of the dick up against his ass crack. Sid used his knees to get in between the boy’s legs and spread them apart. Sid was positioning his dick into the right spot when a familiar voice broke the silence. Todd was on the far side of the bed, where their heads were. He had his phone up and close up to Aiden’s face. The sweaty mess of a boy was there for the video, for all to see. Todd paid special attention to get his eyes in the shot. The boy’s pupils were the size of dinner plates. T: Tell the camera you want it. Tell the camera you want your daddy’s dick. Tell the world. A: I want your dick Daddy. I want your cum in me. Daddy, I need you to breed my hole. Sid just looked into the phone and smiled and mouthed “OK baby”. Sid waited for the all clear sound from Todd. Todd was busy moving the stationary phone to a place where it could get the best angle. it was aimed right at their asses behind them. Todd walked back to the side of their faces. Todd cleared his throat, making the all clear signal. Sid placed his thick head as the entrance of his boy’s virgin hole. He pushed forward and the head popped in. The boy squirmed a bit as his cherry popped. A: OH Daddy! Sid pushes forward getting 2 inches inside the boy. As tweaked out the boy was, he could still feel the thick dick stretching his insides. There was slight pain but all he wanted was more. Sid layed flat against the boy where his mouth was just above the boy’s ear. Sid waited for Todd to get close up so he could be heard on the video. Then he started talking for the first time of the night. Just louder than a whisper. An intimate tone. S: You’re doing great son. I’m so proud of you taking it like a man. Aiden stiffened when he heard the voice. He was in shock even though he was high as a kite. S: I popped your mom’s cherry too. But you’re way tighter than she was. Just remember, I love you. Aiden didn’t know what to do. He recognized the voice as his dad’s. His real dad. Before he could process any further, Sid pushed forward and fed the boy the entire length of his dick into his tight little ass.

I'd love to be reading this with another guy & playing as the story plays out, because this is going to involve "..... some very nasty, dirty & rough chemsex". Had to pinch your words PozBottomACNJ because nothing else seems appropriate.

Part 2 I laid back on the bed, out of breath and covered in cum. I had just had one of the best wanks I ever had and, not only that, I had shot probably the biggest load of my whole life. I was feeling reflective as I cleaned myself up, showered and then cleaned and put away the dildo. What was I thinking? It was madness to want to have unprotected sex with Aidan, a guy who was not only HIV positive but not on any meds. I couldn't do that to Ryan - and I decided to put the whole thing out of my mind. I knew that was absolutely the right thing to do, but I also knew it wasn't going to be easy. There was something about Aidan that just made me want to pull my pants down and bend over for him - however risky that may be - and I have to admit that I found it hard to get him out of my mind. I was still wanking every opportunity I got and most of the time (well, all of time, really) I was thinking of Aidan and imagining what it would feel like to be penetrated by his big, thick cock - his big, thick, poz cock! It didn't help that Aidan always seemed to be around - he was still not working and was spending a lot of time in his garden. He was often in the garden when I was going out to work and again when I came back in the evening. He didn't say anything, other than normal neighbourly greetings, but there was something about the way he looked at me - as if he knew that one day I was going to let him fuck me. I knew I would have to be careful - Ryan was going away for a long weekend in a couple of weeks - each year he attended a conference for sexual health professionals and volunteers and he always enjoyed it. I really didn't want him to go this time, as I was not entirely sure I could trust myself, but I knew he was really looking forward to it and I knew it wouldn't be fair to try to stop him. I was horny all the time, and fucked Ryan every chance I got. He seemed to be extra horny too and we were having a really good time in bed (and various other locations in the house!). But still I couldn't get Aidan out of my mind. One day at work I was so horny I had to have a wank in the toilets. I was sitting at my desk, working on an IT project when I could smell the aftershave that Aidan often wore. I wasn't sure who it was at first and then I realised it was Aaron - one of the HR team who sat at the next bank of desks to us. He was quite a nice guy, quite good looking in an ordinary, straight guy kind of way, and he and his girlfriend had just had their first child. I sat at my desk trying to concentrate on my work - hoping that no one would notice that I now had a monster erection. I got up and discreetly made my way to the toilets. I went into a cubicle, pulled down my pants, closed my eyes and began to wank. It didn't take long for me to shoot my load, and I couldn't help groaning quite loudly. Hoping that no one else was in the toilet, I cleaned myself up and exited the cubicle. Aaron was standing at the urinal. He grinned at me "It sounded like you were having a wank in there!" he said. I could feel myself going brick red but then Aaron grinned again and stepped back from the urinal, exposing his cock which was still in his hand. I could see it was at least semi-hard as he said "Maybe I could join you some time!" I realised that Aaron was serious and I was really surprised that he might be up for it. I found it even harder to concentrate on my work as I watched Aaron working at his desk and I couldn't help wondering just what Aaron might be up for. I didn't see much of Aidan over the next week, and somehow that seemed to make me want him even more. One afternoon I was working at home, on the IT helpdesk, looking out of the window every now and then to see if Aidan was in the garden. One time I looked out the front window and saw a young blond guy who looked about 19 or 20 coming out of Aidan & Peter's house. I knew Peter was at work, and from the way the guy looked at Aidan who had seen him to the door, I instinctively knew that Aidan had just fucked him. A couple of days before Ryan was due to go away on his weekend, he invited Aidan and Peter to dinner. I was looking forward to seeing Aidan, but somehow felt a bit nervous - I had been absolutely sure that Aidan wanted to fuck me, but now somehow I wasn't so sure. The evening went well, Aidan seemed his normal self although a little bit quieter than normal. He explained that he had been not been so well over the past week or so and his viral load was still dangerously high. I got up to get some more wine from the kitchen, hoping that no one would notice the erection that was suddenly pushing out the front of my trousers. I went to the sink to rinse out a couple of glasses and then I heard someone behind me. It was Aidan. He put his finger over his lips and came towards me. Suddenly his arms were around me and, as I pushed back against him, his hands unbuttoned my trousers and he pulled them down below my bum along with my pants. Then I realised Aidan's pants were down too, and I felt his bare cock rubbing up and down my arse crack! This was madness! "I'm going to fuck you so hard!" he breathed in my ear. "That's what you want, isn't it?" "Yes!" I whispered "No condom?" "No condom!" I groaned "And I'm going to cum right up your arse!" The head of his cock was pushing against my arsehole as he said this and then, suddenly, his cock was back in his pants and he had left the kitchen and re-joined the others. I pulled up my pants, my fingers trembling as I buttoned up my trousers. I swallowed a whole glass of wine and then made my way back to the others. As I sat down, Ryan was talking about his weekend away and Peter said to me "It looks like you guys are going to be on your own this weekend!" explaining that he was going away this weekend too. "Oh fuck!" I thought to myself. On the Friday, I left work a bit early so that I could drive Ryan to the station. He kissed me as he got on the train and I made my way back to my car I got a message. It was from Aidan, who said he would come over about 7 and would bring plenty of alcohol. Aidan arrived exactly on time, and grinned at me as he placed the alcohol he had brought on the kitchen table. I went to get some glasses, and once again I felt him behind me. His arms went round me and I pushed back as he started to unbutton my trousers. I didn't stop him and a few seconds later, my trousers and pants were at my ankles and Aidan was down behind me. I felt him pull my arse cheeks apart and then his tongue was in my hole. It felt like an electric shock and it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load there and then! Aidan licked my hole for a while longer and then told me to turn round. He stood up and unzipped himself and then I was face to face with the cock I had craved for so long! I wasted no time in going down on him - sucking his cock like my life depended on it and enjoying every second of it. Part of me wanted to make him cum so that I could taste his dirty cum but mostly I just wanted to make him as horny as I could so that he would fuck me into the middle of next week and shoot a really big load up my unprotected arse! A short time later, I was on my back on the kitchen table, naked from the waist down as Aidan lined up his cock and pushed it against my arsehole. "Wait!" I said. I had to take my wedding ring off before he penetrated me. Aidan saw what I was doing. "No!" he said "Leave it on!" I did as I was told and seconds later I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. There was no turning back now, even if I had wanted to and a short time later, he had pushed his big cock right up my hole - my soon to be pozzed hole.. "Fuck me!" I said "You really want this, don't you?" said Aidan with a grin as he began to thrust his cock up my arse." "Yes!" I groaned "I want it!" Aidan grinned again "I knew you wanted it the first time I saw you!" He was fucking me properly now - thrusting his big poz cock up my arse repeatedly. I don't think I had ever felt my arse so full and I had never been so turned on. "Fuck me!" I moaned "Fuck me and cum in me!" "You know I'm going to poz you, don't you?" said Aidan as he thrust even harder up my arse. "Yes!" I was almost crying now. I knew he was getting close and I moaned "Do it, fucking do it!" And then I said it "Poz me! Poz my fucking cunt, you dirty bastard!" Aidan grinned. I could tell he was really close now and as he thrust hard up my arse a few more times, I actually felt his cum pumping into me. I had never felt this before and it sent me over the edge and I shot a massive load of cum all over myself. We were both out of breath now and I laid back on the table as Aidan pulled his cock out my arse. A few minutes later his cock was semi hard again and he pushed it into my mouth. I had certainly never sucked a cock that had just been up my arse before, but somehow it seemed perfectly natural to take into my mouth and suck on it and a few minutes later Aidan was fully hard again. He took my hand and led me upstairs and into the bedroom. He pushed me gently down on the bed and pulled my legs apart. A few seconds later I was being fucked again - this time in the bed I shared with Ryan. Aidan fucked me hard and fast and before too long he had shot a second load of toxic cum right up me. He left shortly after and, just as I was wondering what the fuck I had done, Ryan phoned me. It was so good to hear his voice and we talked quite naturally - but all the time I was conscious that my arse felt really full and I was having trouble keeping all the cum in my hole. We talked for a while longer and then Ryan said he was tired and was going to bed. "I love you," he said "I love you," I replied, and just at that moment, two loads of high viral cum slid out my arse into my pants. I had crossed the line and over the rest of that 3 day weekend, Aidan fucked me repeatedly. We fucked in every room in the house and in every position - on my back, riding his cock, kneeling up on the bed and bent over with my pants down. I couldn't get enough of his cock and his cum and over the three days he must have shot eight to ten loads up me. It was like I was a different person. I met Ryan at the station on the Monday evening and it felt like I was back to my normal self again - this was the person I wanted to be with. But what was I going to do? I had debated this with myself over and over again. I knew I should tell him what I had done, but I wasn't sure I could bring myself to do that. I decided that I would get tested and if I was positive, I would tell him. In the meantime, I would just have to find an excuse not to have sex with him. That night we got ready for bed and when I came out of the toilet in just my pants, Ryan was sitting on the bed, naked. He grinned and pulled me towards him. Before I could stop him, he had my cock out my pants and was sucking me. I was hard in no time, as always when Ryan sucked my cock, and he grinned at me again. Then he laid back on the bed and pulled his legs back, exposing his arsehole. "I've been looking forward to this all weekend," he said "Fuck me!"

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.

Chapter 2 I slept fitfully that night after taking a couple of vodkas from the minibar. I worried about the poz status of Greg but then got hard thinking of the sex. In the morning I showered, and then I made a conscious decision to remove my wedding ring and put it in the safe. I just wanted to be me for the next three days and nights. It would either confirm I just had some odd fantasies or lead me down a rabbit hole I might not get out of. I caught the tube and it didn’t take that long to reach the conference venue. I scanned the foyer to the room for anyone I might know, without success. I was standing at the coffee machine filling a cup when a voice behind me announced ‘Hi, I’m Cody! I hope you don’t mind me speaking to you but soo many of the people here just look so boring!’ I looked round and saw a guy in his mid twenties, probably ten years my junior, with bleached blond hair and a glittery earring standing in front of me. ‘Er no problem …. Hi I’m Ben’ I smiled ‘ thanks for saying I don’t look boring’ ’Youre welcome Ben! You definitely don’t look boring, more kind of hot!’ Even without that comment it was pretty obvious Cody was gay, but that just affirmed it. I had never been hit on by a guy before. ‘Er thanks … I think! ‘ ‘you’re welcome … again’ Cody replied looking me in the eye. ‘Do you know anyone here? ‘ he asked. ‘Er no ‘ I stammered dropping my eyes after holding his gaze for a split second too long. ‘Ok , I’m happy to be conference buddies if you are?’ ‘Er yes that would be good’ I said blandly, not really sure what to say. My mind was catching me up, all I could think was that he looked cute and had a nice smile. Why was I thinking that? Get a grip , I told myself! ‘Cool, we should get a table not too near the front I think , no point drawing attention to ourselves! By the way, in case you are wondering, yes I’m very definitely gay Ben! Guessing you’re cool with that now that we’re conference buddies?’ ‘no problem , I’m gay too’ I blurted. Why did I say that, I may have to backtrack if I met someone I knew! I thought. ‘ We’ll that’s a bit of a bonus Ben, this conference may not be as boring as I thought after all! Let’s get some seats’ The first hour passed fairly quickly but the second presentation had just started when I was sure I could feel Cody’s hand on my thigh under the table. I looked down to see him stroking my leg. ‘Sorry, sitting next to a dilf is getting me horny!’ He whispered’ I’d much rather be sucking your cock’. My cock sprang to attention. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was being groped by a camp queer in semi public, and was getting turned on. ‘my , someone likes that idea’ Cody continued, looking at my cock tenting in my trousers. He brushed his hand over my cock. ‘I’ve an idea, follow me at the morning break’ the next forty minutes dragged. I was torn between letting whatever felt natural happening and pulling back and being my usual reserved self. I decided to roll the dice. The presentation ended. We both folded up our booklets and left swiftly. Cody led the way briskly moving through a few delegates. He headed towards the gents, grabbing my hand a few steps before the door. It was empty and Cody only let go of my hand once we were in the end cubicle. He put his finger to my lips to indicate I shouldn’t say anything. He then replaced it with his mouth as his tongue snaked in my mouth as we kissed. ‘ you’re a sexy kisser’ he whispered as he fished for my belt. He expertly undid my trousers and fished out my erection before sinking to his knees and sucking my cock. I was so hard and turned on I knew I wouldn’t last long. Cody sucked my cock in silence before I was soon grabbing his head and thrusting into his mouth as I came. ‘Mmm’ Cody moaned as he swallowed my seed, and stood up, kissing me again. I could taste my cum on his tongue. ‘Me too ‘ I whispered’ I want to suck your cock’ I sat down on the toilet seat as Cody pulled his jeans down and out sprang a fairly thin cock with a big mushroom head. It was already dripping precum as I slipped the first cock I had ever sucked in my mouth. I tasted his precum and just wanted more. I was caught up in the moment and wanked his cock and sucked until he bent down and whispered in my ear ‘I’m gonna shoot, swallow it all, I’m gonna cum loads’ . I sucked harder and then Cody’s semen flooded my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but coughed a little, spilling some of his cum on my shirt. Cody grinned down at me, putting his finger to his lips as we could hear people in the gents. We both quietly dressed and I wiped the cum from my shirt before we opened the cubicle door and brazenly strode out to the surprise looks from the three older guys at the wash basins. Cody winked at me as we left, ‘That will get tongues wagging, they’ll be discussing those two queers at the back’ he grinned. ‘Come on let’s get another coffee.. we have to make it to lunchtime without fucking’ ‘Shame, I could do with a good fucking’ I heard myself say as we approached the coffee machine. My mind was a whirl. I was only a couple of hours in the conference and was practically gagging for more cock. It seemed that rabbit hole was getting bigger and bigger……..

{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]

This anonymous atmosphere is what makes me horny. Put the cock through and let it serve. I don't want to know who's on the other side. Before that, I let them watch me jerk off. But at a distance. I'm a Egging-Top and so I show what my cock can do 😎. Still lube on it...then stick my cock through. Hey, make something out of it 😉 on the picture just real

9. Fireman's Hose "Lube that hole up for me," the Fireman said. Doug slammed his cock into me hard. He wasn't too big, but yet, it was still intense. "Oh fuck," I grunted. "Oh fuck." "Oh yeah, you're gonna get fucked," Doug said. "And bred," the fireman said. "And seeded. Give you a special gift tonight," Doug said. "It's almost time," the Fireman said. "I'm almost there," Doug said. "Then he's all yours." "We'll get him ready." I didn't understand what they were talking about. Not to mention that the relentless thrusts of Doug's cock into my hole made following the conversation difficult. It felt so good to have a man like Doug fucking me. I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to be fucked all night long. "Oh YEAH," Doug grunted, and slammed his cock into me. He was the third man to cum in me that night, and I was intimately familiar with all the tell-tale signals of orgasm. I was going to get Doug's raw load. "Oh FUUUCK," he moaned, and held his dick deep in my guts. "OH FUUUCK," he grunted again, and his dick pulsed and exploded. "Take it," he grunted and gave me another spurt of cum. That was followed by two more in quick succession, and then one very long, drippy thrust of his cock. He held it there, as his dick twitched, spat, and paused. "Fucking nasty slut boy," he said, leaning in to kiss me. "Breed me," I moaned. "Breed me." I loved the idea of the older man cumming in me. I wanted to be his boy. I wanted him to know that my hole was always available to him. "Give it to me," "You've gotten his gift," the Fireman said. "Well. Remember the point of the night," Doug said, and smiled. His dick was still deep in my ass, still dripping in the afterglow of the orgasm. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. As I inhaled, he turned back to the Fireman. "Not my gift. Our gift. From the Dark Lord." I wanted him to repeat what he had said. I couldn't believe I had heard right. But the Fireman didn't seem to react. "Right," he said. "His gift to man." The Fireman nodded his head once, carefully, like he was praying. Doug put away the poppers. His dick twitched, and I felt a small, warm bloom of liquid in my ass. He spoke. "My dick chose him." He paused for a moment, and stared at the Fireman's dick. In just the few moments we had been talking, it had gotten longer and thicker. I noticed the familiar biohazard tattoo above his pubes. His was red. Doug started again. "But I'm just one vote here." I turned to him, and our eyes met. "Want another load?" he asked. I was floating on a popper cloud. I wanted more cocks and definitely more cum. "Yeah," I said. "His?" I asked, nodding towards the fireman. "For sure," the Fireman said. "I've not made my vote yet." Doug turned to me. "You're a very slutty boy tonight, aren't you?" I nodded. I would kill myself if I missed a chance for more dick. "Good. Now, make my friend here happy." He grabbed my waist, and pulled me off his cock. "Please," I moaned. "Just a bit more." "Fucking slut," he said. "Fucking hungry slut." He said it like it was a declaration of love. Even better, he pushed his dick back into my hole. "Just a bit more. My friend here wants to mark your hole." He turned to the Fireman. "What can you do. A slut's gotta slut out." "Totally," the Fireman said. "But that boy isn't ready for DP quite yet." Doug grabbed my hips again, and pulled me off. "Keep it all in you," he said, and pushed me upright, right into the Fireman's arms. His chest was hairy, and the thick leather suspenders pressed against my shoulder blades. Lower down, his cock had already nestled itself between my ass cheeks and was sliding in and out, searching for my hole. "And I better sign off on you." Doug stood up in front of me, and produced a pen. He scribbled a thick "DG" on my chest. "Be sure to get my friend's signature here," he said, before leaning into me for one last kiss. He pushed his tongue into me. "Hot fucking chaser," he whispered in my ear. "Gonna enjoy inducting you." He stepped away. We were standing in a sharp pool of light and soon as he stepped away, he disappeared into darkness. There was a haze in the room; I knew it was from so much smoking. Before I could even think about what Doug had said, the Fireman spun me around, and planted his lips on me. "Hot fucker," he said. "I'm Shay," he said. "Not sure your friend knew my name." I tried to remember the man's name. He had told me at one point, but now he seemed so far away. "Not that it matters," Shay said. "I don't know his name either." He wrapped his arms around me. He was only a bit taller than me, but nearly twice as big. It was all muscle and hair, and I loved the feeling of masculinity against my body. I would do anything for him. Yet, all he did was lean in and kiss me once more. He was taking his time, and carefully explored my mouth. "I'm Kenta," I finally managed to say, remembering to actually open my mouth this time. "Nice to meet you Kenta," Shay said. "You're a sexy guy." He ran his hands over my body. I shivered in pleasure. "I'm glad Jon sent me over." "Me too," I said. He had beautiful brown eyes. They matched his light brown hair perfectly, giving him the overall appearance of being carved out of a piece of dense, solid wood. It was at least what his cock was feeling like; it was still burrowed between my legs. Shay had been leaking all over my ass. I was glad for that. I had not been fucked much, and every bit of lubrication would help. "You're hot." "You are too. Jon tells me you love getting fucked." "Yeah," I said. "I love it." Now, it wasn't Jon's cock which was sliding back and forth. It was me. I was rubbing my ass against his cock, trying to angle my body and his for penetration. "And he tells me you like it bareback?" "Yeah," I said. I hated this interminable talk. I wanted him inside me. I was hungry for it. "Every guy has fucked me raw," I said. "Are you worried?" Shay asked. That was what I had been scared of earlier. AIDS. That was what the biohazard meant. But before I could react, much less say anything, Shay stuck his tongue back in me. "Mmmmmm," I moaned, as I let him explore my mouth. "You don't have to answer," he said. "Your actions speak loud enough." My cock was still stubbornly soft, but despite that, I was dripping pre-cum. Shay ran a finger over my dickhead, scooping up the runny dick juice. He licked his finger clean, and smiled. "This is going to be nice." He steered me back down to the sofa, pushing me down so one leg hooked over the back, the other leg splayed wide and on the floor. The position left my hole completely exposed. "Fucking nice," he said. With one hand, he stroked his thick cock, pulling the foreskin back to expose his dickhead. He reached into one of the pockets on his leather fireman's pants, and pulled out a torch. "You know most firemen are arsonists?" he asked. "We love to burn things down." He let go of this dick, and quickly, he was using the torch to heat a pipe. "Ready to party more?" I hesitated. He laughed. "Remember. Shotguns don't count. He held the hit as he leaned in to press his lips against mine. I didn't have a choice. I had to take his hit, and he was an expert at doing hits. It was thick and heavy. He forced it into me, but I greedily accepted it. It was obvious I shouldn't be doing this much drugs, but I couldn't help myself. I had never felt so good before. My body was warm and I was sweating a bit. But I didn't care. It felt amazing, and I had never felt so happy. I loved being naked with all these men, enjoying our animal sexuality. We didn't have to care about what society told us was acceptable. "Feeling it?" Shay said. His voice was like brass, and if I had any concerns, the care in it made them disappear. "I am," he said, but also took another hit. He held it for a few seconds. "It doesn't count," he whispered in my ear, before pressing his lips against mine once more. He exhaled another monster cloud into me. "Hold it," he said. "I want to breed your hole. Heard so much about it from Jon." He put his finger on my lips, stopping me from breathing out. "Not yet," he said. My lungs were starting to burn, but I didn't dare exhale. I wanted him to be proud of me. Proud to fuck such an obedient hole. "You want me in you?" he asked. I nodded. "Good boy. Breathe." I exhaled, and my head was enveloped in the dense cloud. Even though I was laying back on the couch, almost completely still, I felt like I was spinning. It was disorienting. I was glad that Shay's body was next to me. It seemed like he was the only thing holding me still. "Careful there, boy," he said. "Let's get you anchored down." He slipped the pipe and torch back into one of his pockets. Although I craved more, I knew that I had to pace myself. "We're both feeling it now," he said. "Let's do it." He lined his cock up with my hole. "Please," I said. I had to get his cock inside me. "Fuck me." "Breed you," he said. His cockhead pressed into my anus. It immediately opened up, and accepted the new man's dick. "Fuck me hard," I moaned, as his dick slid into my hole. "Cum in me." He slid in several inches of his shaft. He had the perfect thickness of cock. He was opening me up, pushing me, but it wasn't too much. I could take it for hours, if he let me. "Fuck, that's a used hole," he said. "So much cum up there." I didn't know how to react. This wasn't me. I wasn't at a sex party with a bunch of strangers. I hadn't been smoking crystal most of the evening. I hadn't let so many men cum in me. He continued. "It's so fucking hot." I relaxed, and exhaled. It was big, and some tina escaped. "Fuck," Shay said, seeing the cloud. "You held that hit. You're going to be tweaking hard." I suddenly realized it didn't matter. I could do anything I wanted. It was all for the pleasure. "Fuck me," I said. "Please. Breed me." It felt so good. Shay's cock was sliding into me, even as I remembered all the other men who had fucked me. Seth. Jon. Doug. It was hard to remember them all. "Give me your load." "Tonight," he said, pushing the last inch of his dick into me. "You're going to get more than enough." He started to fuck me. His deep, hard strokes made me gasp, and its incessant strokes pushed all the cum deeper into me. The first few minutes was just about the fucking. He was learning about my hole, and I was taking his thick cock. We were both high, and it only made the fucking better. Despite all the men who had fucked me, I was still hungry for dick. "So cummy," he said, ten minutes later. He looked around for a moment, then leaned in and kissed me. It made kissing seem like something furtive and dirty compared to being fucked raw by a stranger of a man. "Your guts are coated with sperm, you know," he said, before kissing me again. "I know," I said. "Fucking add yours to it. Breed me." I loved begging for his cum. It felt utterly natural. There wasn't anything I had to be worried about, and I could give into the pleasure. All I would have to do was remember one pill each morning. It was easy. "Give me your gift." "You're going to get it," Shay said. His dick slid back into me, now lubricated with his pre-cum. "Milking me and getting me off." He wrapped his arms around me, and in a practiced move, leaned back and pulled me up. I was sitting on his cock now, and my weight forced another inch into me. I gasped. Now upright, I took the opportunity to look around the room. There were only two lights in the room, both small, yet intense. Shay and I were in the middle of one, and across the room, I saw another young man bent over as a tall black man fucked him. In light that spilled out from those small circles, I could make out many more boys and men, all in various positions of sexual activity. "You're going to be very popular tonight," he said. He grabbed my hips, and pulled me down on his dick. "Gonna tell everyone what a hungry hole you have." "Fuck me," I grunted. "Breed me," I moaned. At the edge of the light, a man just barely stepped out of the dark, cloudy haze. I could see just a bit of hair on a lean runner's body. He also had a hard cock, and the head was already glistening with pre-cum. "Gonna take his load boy?" he asked me. "He doesn't have a choice, does he?" "Gotta give him the gift," the stranger said. I loved that, calling their seed the gift. It was a gift, finally being able to accept these men without any barrier or protection. "Get him to join the brotherhood." "He's joined already, haven't you?" he asked me. I looked unsure. "The Bareback Brotherhood," he said. "Fuck yeah. Breed me!" "Hell yeah," Shay said. "You want it?" "Please. Give it to me." I was sweating now, but I didn't care. Getting fucked raw by Shay was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted him to cum in me right then. I couldn't choose between the two. Shay was starting to shake. "Ohhhh FUCK," he grunted, before he just started mumbling incoherent gasps of pleasure. "FUCK," he said again. His cock jumped, and exploded inside of me. "FUCK." His orgasm was powerful, but restrained. He had practiced it many times before. He knew what made him feel good and he did just that. He was completely focused on his goal, which was to get his load deep in my hole. "FUUUUUUCK," he moaned again, as his dick throbbed and spurted. He was cumming in my ass, just as he said he would. It was dirty and perverted, the thing we were doing. But there was no way I could ask Shay not to inseminate me. He deserved the pleasure of breeding me.

Hey all thanks again for being so kind with your comments. I only hope I can keep it up to a standard that will keep you coming back! Part 12 Justin came closer to us. He was holding my phone as I had thought. "Why do you have my phone? Are you like taking pics of this?" Justin put his cock up by my lips and like it was a reflex I opened my mouth and began sucking on the head. Mr. Miller was still inside me with my hands on his ass. I wasnt ready to feel him pull out yet. "Don't you worry Jake" Justin said smiling "Fuck that feels good. Oh yeah that tongue is good. Work it Jake. Get it ready for your hole." Mr. Miller put his mouth to my ear. "This is so hot to watch and while I'm still inside you. How many cocks had you sucked before today Jake?" I grabbed Justin's cock with one of my hands and used the other to pull Mr. Miller in tighter so I could answer his question. "None. I only sucked Mr. Kelly a little before you guys got here but I wasn't very good." "You were fine son." I could hear Mr. Kelly but I couldn't see him. I put Justin's cock back into my mouth. Mr. Miller whispered into my ear. "I would love to give you a lesson right now." He turned his head up to Justin. "Justin, how would you like to be the first guy to cum in Jake's mouth? Be the first load he swallows?" I had an easy angle looking up at him. He was smiling big. "Oh fuck yeah. I don't think that will take too long. He's not doing so bad right now." Mr. Miller looking at me now but talking to Justin said, "Oh just you wait." He put his mouth back to my ear. "Ok Jake, I want you to take only the head of Justin's cock into your mouth ok?" I nodded. "Now Jake, just do as I say. You don't have to say anything. I'll know youre doing it by the way Justin responds. Now make your tongue into a spear so it feels like its pointed at the end and try to use that tip of your tongue to probe into his piss slit. Lick the precum thats leaking out and try to get some of the precum that hasnt even come out yet." "Fffffffuuuuuuuu...." Justin didn't even finish the word. He let his mouth hang open. I could see the pleasure on his face even though he was looking straight ahead and not down toward me. "That's good Jake, now youre gonna take a little more of his cock at a time and I want you to really suck it like your mouth is a vaccum so it feels really tight around his cock. Go slow and try to suck real good. At the same time I want you to run your tongue up and down his cock. Really let him feel it." I did as Mr. Miller said going really slow and sucking his cock hard and tight and using my tongue like he said. "Oh...fuck boy! That's so goooooo...." "Yeah Jake. You hear that? You're doing really good. See how much more you can take. This is so hot to watch." I tried to take more of Justin's cock in my mouth. I knew I was going to reach my limit soon. This was definitely more than I took of Mr. Kellys cock. Just then, I yelped a little with Justin's cock in my mouth. "You felt that didn't you Jake." My eyes widened again as Mr. Miller's hard cock flexed and hit that spot again. I felt that pulsing electricity running through me as Mr. Miller began to rock his cock inside me again. "You like that don't you Jake? Having cocks in both your holes?" I was so turned on I decided I was going to take Justin's entire cock. I put one hand on his ass and pushed him into my mouth. "Oh fuck boy yeah, you like that? Fffffuuuuuck you have my whole cock in your mouth." I was sucking hard and I could feel that the muscles in my mouth were getting tired. But Justin started fucking my mouth too running it along my tongue. Mr. Miller loved it. "Oh fuck yeah I love seeing you getting your mouth fucked while I'm fucking you Jake. You are so fucking beautiful but you look even better with a cock in your mouth." Justin was loving the noises that my mouth was making around his cock. "Yeah boy. Slurp on that cock boy. Oh fuck that's so hot. Look at that. I love seeing my cock going in and out of your hot boy mouth. Fuck!" Justin was losing control. I could tell. I couldnt believe I was the one making him feel this way. Meanwhile Mr Miller was starting to fuck me faster. He was starting to pound me in a way he didnt the first time. "Fuck Jake your hole feels so good. Youre still so fucking tight and I love feeling my cum deep inside you. I'm going to shoot another huge load inside you. Just flood your insides Jake. While Justin shoots his load down your throat." "Fuck I'm gonna cum. You ready to eat my cum boy?" I started sucking harder, trying to use my mouth to get his cum out even as he was pumping my mouth in and out. My face was covered with a mix of spit and Justin's precum. "Oh oh ooooohhhhh fuck" And he thrust his cock into my mouth as his first rope of cum splashed in my mouth. I gagged but was determined to keep it in my mouth. As soon as I swallowed that first rope, I felt six or seven follow. I was getting hornier and hornier because I could feel Justin's cock flex each time a rope shot out. That's what I was feeling in my ass when Mr. Miller came in me and now I felt it in my mouth as Justin came. Justin pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned down and started making out with me tasting his own cum even though there wasnt much left. "Damn boy, you really fucking ate my load. That was so hot boy." "Jake I'm about to cum again." Mr. Miller was really pounding into me now until he thrust into me one last time so deep that he hit a spot that I swear he hadnt gotten to yet. I yelped as he came again. His back was arched and his body was like a dome above me with his cock so deep in me I swear he was hitting organs. He started making out with me hard as his body spasmed again and again. I was collecting so much cum from these men. That made me so happy and horny. I didn't want this to end. I didn't care how sore this would make me. Eventually Mr. Miller's spasms ended and he softened our kiss. And then we heard applause. "That was fucking hot guys." Mr. Kelly finally came into view with Justin moving off the bed. He was sitting at his desk with his cock as hard as ever. Mr. Miller put all his weight on me as he caught his breath. "Yes it was. Jake you are even hotter than I imagined. Fuck. I want to stay inside you forever." Mr. Kelly cleared his throat. "I think I'm due a turn. How do you guys feel about a second round?" He was holding the case as he asked the question and he wasn't looking at me. Mr. Miller began to pull his cock out. He went slowly and I could feel the emptiness that I never knew I would feel before this day. "You sure Mike? I don't even think he's cum down from the first one." "Youre the one that said he didn't need a beginner dose right? Besides tomorrow is Sunday....errr...today is Sunday. Plenty of time to recover for school on Monday." Justin left my phone near me and I picked it up. "How is it 2am already? I've been here almost 12 hours?" Mr. Kelly came over to the bed and laid down next to me rubbing my chest and abs. "It's been a fun life changing 12 hours hasn't it son?" That word again. I nodded. "You ready for more or you want a break?" Justin came out of nowhere and handed me a glass of water and some Gatorade. I drank it all. I didn't realize how thirsty I was. I scrunched my face after finishing the Gatorade. "That tasted a little weird right? We just put a little something in there that just keeps the fun up. You ready for another shot son?" "You mean another needle?" I couldn't believe they were going to give me another. I was still feeling the electricity running through me from the first one. "Yeah it just makes it more and more fun son. You want that don't you? Son?" He did that one on purpose. He knew what it was doing to me. And it worked. "Yes dad." He smiled. It was like we were alone having our own intimate moment. Dad and son again. "We're going to do it a little different this time. I want to be inside you when you get this one. Is that ok son?" I just nodded. "Good. Stay like this on your back." He got up and crawled between my legs. He grabbed his cloth bag and reached in. "First, I'm going to give you another booty bump. Just so you won't be as sore. I know this is a lot of cock for your first night. But this is what you wanted isn't it son?" "Yes dad." I could feel his fingers pushing into me and the slight burning that I had felt before. His fingers didnt have as hard a time as they did earlier. He was patient and massaged my thighs and abs until he saw that I was feeling that hunger. There was also another feeling I was feeling that was hard to describe. Like I was a little drunk and the world was moving a little slower. Somehow I was showing it all in my face. "I think you're feeling what you drank son. That's just going to make you feel so much better when I'm in you. You're ready for dad to fuck you again aren't you?" I nodded. "Let me hear you say it son." "Yes dad. Please fuck me again dad. I want your cock." "That's right son. And what else do you want son." "Your cum dad. I want more of my dads cum." I was reminded that we werent alone when Mr. Miller said "Oh fuck this is so hot and twisted." Mr. Kelly placed the head of his cock at my hole. I remembered how thick he was. He began to push inside me. I gasped. He moaned. He went slowly and I could feel him stretching the walls of my insides again. This time it felt good. There was almost no pain. It was like I was numb to the pain but the pleasure was more intense. Justin sat next to me and put the belt back on my arm. This time he was at my other arm. Once I felt Mr. Kelly's--dad's--pubes against my hole I knew he was all the way in. He felt so good in me. What would cocks that werent as thick as his or cocks that werent as long as Mr. Millers be like? Would I always need them to be this big? I felt the cold of the alcohol swab and then the prick of the needle. I still didn't want to look. "I think he got--yeah...he's pushing down now. Now son, this one is a little bigger than the first. But I got you. Don't worry. Your dad's here. Ready?" I nodded and I could feel Justin pull the belt off before he raised my arm off the bed.

Part 11 "Now? You all warmed up?" Mr. Kelly and Mr. Miller were talking to each other like when teachers talk to each other during class. They pretend we're not there and completely ignore us. What were they talking about? Mr. Miller answered Mr. Kelly. "You two have been playing all day. I'd say you're more than warmed up. The points are in the case in my bag." I was so lost. "Points? Are we playing a game or something? How many points do I have?" They all laughed. Even Justin. I thought he was on my side. "What's funny?" "Relax Jake. We'll explain. It's all about having as good a time as you can have. We want to do that for you. We want to make this first night so good and pleasurable that you never forget it. I know I'll always remember fucking you." The last part Mr. Miller whispered in my ear. I moaned a little hearing him say that. I realized then that I would do whatever it took to make this as fun as possible for all of us. I just didn't know what it was. But then Mr. Kelly, pulling out a case asked, "How do you feel about needles Jake?" "Needles? What? Wait...no I don't like needles. I don't think I want to do anything that involves needles." Mr. Miller pulled me in. "It's ok Jake. It's the same stuff you've been smoking so you already know what it is. It's just a little more fun and a little more intense this way. You trust us don't you?" His free hand was moving up the inside of my thigh. It would be hard to resist even if I was deathly afraid of needles. Mr. Kelly came over to the bed with the case and a belt. This was happening now and I was starting to get anxious. This felt like an escalation I definitely wasn't ready for. "Now we just need to tie this around your bicep so we can get the veins to stick out. Although looking at your arms I see your veins pretty well. We'll just do this to make sure." "Wait why do I have to go first?" "Well we have to do it on you but we all know how to do it to ourselves. You don't want us to do it to you while we're already high. Now that would be dangerous. We'll catch up quick. We're good at it." "So you do this all the time?" "Nah, but we know how to do it so it's not too hard." He was wrapping the belt around my bicep now. I was trying to control my breathing. Nerves. Mr. Kelly opened the case and then asked Mr. Miller "Which one is the beginner dose?" "Beginner dose? Jake-y doesn't need a beginner dose. I saw how he took those hits." Mr. Kelly shot Mr. Miller a look that I couldn't read but proceeded by taking a needle out. No one had called me Jake-y since my parents called me that as a child. I was just as vulnerable now in this moment as when I was a kid. "Uuuuhhh is it ok if I don't look?" Mr. Miller turned my face to him. "Just look at me. I can talk you through it and you don't have to look. Just get ready to feel better than you ever have before ok?" I nodded. "You're going to feel a cold swab. It's just the alcohol to keep things clean....Ok now a little prick. There you go. See? Not so bad. He's just pulling the needle out just a little. Oh yeah that's good Mike. And now he's pushing it all the way down. Now as soon as he takes off the belt I want you to raise that arm ok?" I nodded. I felt nothing. Justin started removing the belt and once he pulled it off, I raised my arm above my head. It hit me like a truck. I sat up to put my arm up but the shot threw me back down against the headboard and a huge coughing fit put me on my back in the bed. I could feel the warmth working into my entire body and the tingling I felt before was something else entirely now. All I could get out was an "Oh fuck" at first. I was writhing around a little. It felt like my body was trying to jump out of it self. I had lost all control and it was freaking me out. Once Mr. Kelly put everything down he laid down beside me and held me. I leaned into him. "You're good. This all just means it's working. You just wanna ride this out. Accept it into you and give in to it." He was rubbing my chest but I was still moving around with no control. "Fuck how much did you put in there?" Mr. Miller didn't respond. He was giving himself a shot. He coughed twice and then said "Ooooohhh yeah. Fuck yes. That's good." He was in much better control than I was. I was still trying to ride the wave. It was like electricity coursing through me over and over. Eventually the fear started to subside and the high settled in. That's when I felt what they wanted me to feel. The high that is impossible to describe. A high that feels good but a high that makes you hungrier. I could feel it. The room that opened with a couple hits...the walls were just torn down. I caught a glimpse of the screen and it looked like only the bottom and one of the tops was left. "I'm about to cum" the top said. "Breed me" the bottom yelled. "Breed me" I shouted out in the room. All the men responded and Mr. Kelly turned my face to him. "That's right son. Feels good doesn't it? This is going to be the best night of your life." "Fuck dad. Yeah this feels so good. Fuck me dad. I need you inside me. I want your cum in me." Mr. Miller was standing at the foot of the bed listening and stroking his long cock. "Fuck yeah Jake-y." He let go of his cock and put both hands on my ankles slowly moving them up. My legs were still jerky but he had full control. He maintained eye contact as he got closer. "I've been waiting to get inside you for so long. Are you ready for this 10 inch cock to fuck you raw?" I just moaned. Even making words was hard. It felt like only the filthiest shit was coming out of my mouth. So when I was able to speak when he touched my ass with his big hands I said, "Mr. Miller I wanna feel you shoot your hot cum inside me. I need that huge cock." "Do you want me to use a condom Jake?" I shook my head. "Tell me Jake. I need to hear it. Do you want me to use a condom." "Fuck no Mr. Miller. Fuck me raw. I need my history teacher to fuck me bare." "Guess that slam worked." I almost forgot Justin was in the room. I looked over at him. He was stroking his thick cock and was holding what looked like my phone. I could have sworn that was my case but it didn't occur to me to ask about it. Mr. Miller was about to lay his body on top of mine. I felt his weight press against me. My body was still ringing from the shot and it felt more intense with another body on top of me. I pushed my body up trying to press even harder into Mr. Miller our cocks rubbing against each other. It was then that I realized how much of that tingling was centered in my cock and hole. I was so sensitive that Mr. Miller's body was getting me wild. "This is so wrong." I managed to say between moans. "You shouldnt be doing this. Getting one of your students high and then fucking him." "Yeah? You think what I'm doing is fucked up? Fucking one of my students after I got him an adult sized slam?" I nodded as we looked each other in the eyes. "Youre fucking right. This is so fucked up. That's why you want it so bad isnt it? Because it is so wrong.This is what you want isnt it? Sex that is this [banned word]? Is that in your darkest fantasies? [banned word] fucking?" He said those last words in a whisper right into my ear. I just moaned. The high changed me. Or it was bringing the real me out. This should have scared me but I was too high to care. "Yeah Mr. Miller. I want you. Fuck me," He lifted himself off me and shifted down between my legs. He lifted my ass and spread my cheeks apart. "You shave your hole boy?" I shook my head. "Aw fuck. Naturally smooth hole. I need to taste this." His tongue probed my hole and I felt the scratchiness of his 5 oclock shadow brush against me. I moaned loud and Mr. Kelly who was on the bed the entire time stifled my moan with a kiss. We were making out like animals again. My high just making me give in to my basest desires. "Fuck dad this is so hot. I love you dad." Even with how high I was I did pause not believing what I had said. Mr. Kelly smiled. "I love you too son. Youll always be my boy." We kissed even harder as Mr. Miller tongue fucked me. Then I felt Mr. Miller lift my legs and place them onto his shoulders. Mr. Kelly broke our kiss and we both looked at Mr. Miller. "You ready for this Jake? I'll go slow. I want you to feel every inch of this raw cock. He placed the head of his cock at my hole and rubbed his leaking precum on it teasing me. I could feel some soreness from being fucked by Mr. Kelly twice already today but it didnt matter. I wanted this and whatever else was waiting for me tonight. Looking into my eyes he pushed the head in and pushed another inch into me. "Oh fuck you're tight. Holy fuck. How are you still so tight after you had that in you?" Mr. Kelly laughed. He was stroking his thick cock as if to remind me what Mr. Miller was talking about. "Wait til he clenches his hole on you. It will make you work so hard not to cum." With that reminder I tried to tighten my hole around Mr. Miller's cockhead. "Fuck! Oh my g--" Mr. Miller liked it. I did it once more and that changed the look on his face into something that almost looked more sinister. "Beautiful smooth tight boy. I'm gonna take this slow so our first time together will last but dont worry Jake. I am going to flood your insides with my load." He pushed in deeper. He was big. "I'm about halfway in. How does that feel?" Halfway in? At this rate his cock would puncture a lung. But it felt good pushing into me. The pressure was what I was missing since Mr. Kelly pulled out of me a few hours before. "Youre so big Mr. Miller." "I'm not as thick as Mr. Kelly over here but I'm longer." As he slowly pushed the rest of his cock in he looked at me feeling the pain and the pleasure of his big cock. "How does it feel knowing that your history teacher is the first guy to touch you so deep inside with his raw cock. Oh fuck I love making you roll your eyes to the back of your head....Fuck youre so tight and warm." I was just moaning. He was so deep and it was like he had hit a second spot that Mr. Kelly didnt reach. To hit that spot while I was so high I was still feeling that warmth running through me made me writhe under him uncontrollably. "Yeah boy. Fuck thats good." He kept the strokes slow always pulling out until just his head was inside me and all the way until his balls were pressed against my ass. When he pulled out I could feel the emptiness I felt before. When he pushed in I could feel him stretching me again. But I wanted more. I brought my hands to his ass and tried to pull him in more. "You like that?" he asked looking me in the eyes. "Hold it there." He pushed fully in and held it. Then I felt him flex his cock in my hole and I moaned loud pushing up to kiss him. I squeezed my hole around his cock now so deep in me and he moaned into my mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth. I squeezed as hard as I could and his moan in my mouth was a word. "fuuuuuck." Then I felt that flex again but I knew this time he was shooting his cum deep in me. He flexed multiple times and I could feel his body against me shaking. It was a different spasm from Mr Kelly cumming into me. With the high I was still feeling really intensely somehow I felt like I could feel that cum shooting into me. I kept a hold on his ass so he wouldn't pull out. "I think I felt your cum shooting in me." "I shoot loads hard. I can cum really far so I bet you felt my cum like a bullet inside you. I wanted for this to last but I wanted that tight smooth hole for so long and finally feeling my raw cock so deep in your teen body--it was too much to hold back." "Fuck that's so hot. I'm glad you didn't hold back." Just hearing that made me ready to get fucked again. The electricity of the slam was still running through me. That's when I heard Justin. "That was so fucking hot. Is it my turn yet?"

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