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Please be gentle - I am not a native English-speaker. This is my first time posting a story. It is fiction, but very close to what I experienced myself today.... The morning meeting had been a drag, a blur of spreadsheets and forced smiles in a sterile conference room an hour from home. You were driving back, the highway a monotonous ribbon of gray, your mind already on the afternoon you'd have to spend catching up on work. Then you saw it. The green sign for the rest area. A place you knew from online forums, a spot whispered about in certain circles. The thought was a spark in the dry tinder of your boredom. It was just after noon. Guys on their lunch breaks. The chance was too good to pass up. You signaled, pulling off the highway and onto the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. You sat in your car for a moment, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You needed courage. You pulled the small brown bottle from your pocket, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to your nostril. One deep, long hit. The chemical rush flooded your head, a warm wave washing away your anxiety and replacing it with a gnawing, confident lust. Now you were ready. You left your car and walked into the trees, your boots sinking softly into the damp ground. In a small clearing, four guys were standing around, a silent, tense circle of unspoken need. Nobody was touching, nobody was talking. It was a standoff. And then you saw him. He looked like an apprentice, maybe in a trade, with the confident, slightly bored swagger of a young man who knows he's good-looking. He had Mediterranean features—dark, slicked-back hair, deep brown eyes, and an undeniable bulge straining against his work jeans. He was the focal point, the reason for the gathering tension. You walked past them, your path bringing you within arm's reach of him. As you passed, you reached out, your hand confidently cupping his balls through his jeans, giving them a firm, knowing squeeze. He didn't flinch. He just turned his head, and your eyes met. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips. The invitation was accepted. Just then, an older, paunchy man, the kind who spent his lunches chasing a fantasy he could no longer catch, broke the stalemate. He gave a pleading look to the group and then scurried into a smaller, adjacent clearing. The apprentice followed him, his walk a confident stalk. The older guy didn't waste a second. He dropped his pants, exposing his pale, flaccid ass, and bent over, bracing himself against a tree. "Fuck me," he whimpered. "Please." The apprentice unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was exactly as you'd imagined: thick, hard, and cut, the head a perfect, angry-looking dome, framed by a thick, neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. There was no condom in sight, no mention of one. I would have offered one, but I was not planning for a lunch fuck and did not even bring one. He spat on his hand, lubed himself, and pressed it against the man's hole. He pushed, but the older guy cried out, his body tensing up. "It's too big! You're too big!" he whined. The apprentice grunted in frustration, shoving him aside. "Useless," he muttered, his cock still jutting out, hard and unsatisfied. You saw your chance. While he was dealing with the failed bottom, you stepped up to the older man, who was now looking lost and rejected. You knelt down and took his limp cock in your mouth, trying to coax some life into it. It was a distraction, a means to an end. The apprentice watched you for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. He saw the older man's failure, and he saw your willingness. You were usually a bottom, but the energy in the air, the raw, primal need, made you feel bold. You stood up, your own cock now hard and demanding. "Let me try," you said, nodding towards the older man's ass. He shrugged, a gesture of permission. You stepped behind the older guy. Your cock was different. It was pierced with a heavy, 10mm tribal dream ring, a piece of metal that always got a reaction. You pressed the cool metal of your PA against his hole. It slipped in easily, a smooth, foreign object. But the moment the ring was inside, the older guy's ass clamped down like a vise. You couldn't get your swollen cock head in to follow. He was too tight, too panicked by the unfamiliar sensation. Frustrated, you pulled back. You looked at the apprentice, his magnificent cock still hard and glistening. "Want to fuck me instead?" you asked, your voice low and direct. His smile returned, wider this time. "Yeah," he said, his voice a low growl. You didn't need to be told twice. You turned around right there in the open space, not bothering with a tree for support. You let your pants fall to your ankles. The cold air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver. You pulled your Poppers back out and took another deep hit, the world dissolving into a warm, pulsing haze. Before you could even cap the bottle, you felt him behind you. He didn't wait. He didn't prep. He just grabbed your hips, his grip like iron, steadying you as he slammed his raw, thick cock into you in one brutal, satisfying stroke. The burn was immediate, but the Poppers turned it into pleasure. He started fucking you with an aggressive, short-stroked rhythm, a man on a mission. There was no finesse, only force. Each thrust drove the air from your lungs, your PA swinging wildly with the impact. You were just a hole for him to use, and the thought of it made you dizzy with lust. It wasn't a prolonged fuck; it was a lightning strike. He was clearly just looking for a quick release. After maybe twenty, thirty seconds of relentless pounding, his grip on your hips tightened painfully. "I'm cumming," he grunted, the words strained and urgent. "Shoot it all inside me!" you gasped, pushing back against him, wanting to absorb every drop. "Give me everything!" He let out a deep, guttural groan, and you felt it—the hot, powerful, pulsing warmth as he emptied himself inside you. He held himself deep, his body shuddering as he drained himself into your guts. He stayed there for a moment, his chest heaving against your back, then pulled out as abruptly as he'd entered. A sudden coldness hit your exposed, wet hole. You both quickly rearranged your clothes, the silence of the woods pressing in around you. You turned to face him. He was already zipping up his jeans, his face unreadable. He looked you straight in the eye. "You are healthy???" he asked, his voice casual, but the three question marks hung in the air, turning it into an accusation, a challenge. "Yes," you answered. It wasn't a lie. It was the truth. You were healthy. For now. He watched your face as you said it, a flicker of something in his dark eyes. Was it satisfaction? Triumph? Or was it just the simple relief of a guy who'd gotten what he wanted and was now covering his own bases? He gave a slow, knowing smile. "Good," he said. He didn't offer any information about himself. He didn't say "I'm clean too." He just nodded, as if you had passed a test, and then turned and walked away, disappearing back towards the parking lot without a backward glance. You stood there for a moment, your body trembling, his cum already starting to leak out of you and down your thigh. The drive back to work was a blur. The encounter played on a loop in your mind: the confidence in his eyes, the brutal force of his fucking, the heat of his load, and that one, pointed question. And a new, terrifying thought kept surfacing: Did those thirty seconds change my life? Now you're back home, the day finally over. You're lying naked on your bed, your hand stroking your hard cock. The memory is so vivid, so powerful. But it's the question that's consuming you. You are healthy??? Why the emphasis? He was so dominant, so unconcerned with anything but his own pleasure. Why did that one thing matter so much? And then a new, terrifying thought takes root, blossoming in your mind, dark and beautiful. What if he gets off on this? What if the question wasn't about safety; it was about eligibility. He wasn't asking if you were a safe place to fuck. He was asking if you were a worthy target. He wanted to know if you were negative, if your "yes" meant anything. Maybe he's a collector. Maybe he gets a thrill from pozzing neg guys, from turning another man, from adding another notch to his belt. Your honest answer, your "Yes," wasn't a reassurance for him. It was the green light. It was confirmation that you were a prize worth claiming. But then the other possibility, the logical one, pushes back. Maybe he was just a regular guy, a player who loved to fuck raw but was terrified of the consequences. Maybe he asked because he genuinely needed to know for his own peace of mind, a hypocritical but human act of self-preservation. Maybe his smile was just the cocky smirk of a young man who'd gotten away with exactly what he wanted. You can see it now so clearly. He wasn't just fucking you. He was converting you. Every powerful thrust was a hammer blow, forging a new reality. The heat of his load wasn't just cum; it was an inoculation. A gift. A curse. You were just another victim, another story he could tell himself. You moan, stroking your cock faster. The thought is so repulsive, so dangerous, and so unbelievably hot. You reach back and press two fingers into your still-slick hole. You pull them out, coated in his essence. You bring them to your lips, and this time, you don't just taste. You lick. You suck them clean, imagining the millions of potential viruses swarming in your mouth, in your blood. You're so close. You're right on the edge. You close your eyes and you can feel him inside you again, but now it's different. It's not just a memory. It's a transformation. Was that just an anonymous fuck on a Tuesday afternoon? Or was it the moment you were chosen? The moment you were changed? You'll never know for sure. You'll never see him again. You'll have to live with the uncertainty, with the three-month wait, with the gnawing, exhilarating possibility. And as your own cum explodes across your chest, hot and thick, you realize that this uncertainty is the ultimate prize. He didn't just fuck your ass—he fucked your brain. He gave you a gift that will last forever: the endless, thrilling question of what he really left behind.

My young stud asked if he could bring a friend. Silly question hehe!! I don't mind he's a bit rough? Of course not. OMFG! They were trying outdo the other! Friend sort of said his Pussy Pounder was going to wreck my Daddy cunt. He did his best but I have been around the block haha!!! The rough fuck and the filthy talk only made me hornier. Got 5 loads from the two of them. Friend pumping 2 in my ass and one down my throat. Bliss! Following his friend's example my young stud started talking dirty too. Afterwards I told him he can do that more often. It was a big turn-on 😉

Last Request When I realized I was gay back in the late 1990s and told my wife Beth, she was very understanding. We had an amicable divorce. A striking, short-haired brunette with large brown eyes, Beth would have no trouble finding someone new. Soon she reunited with Mark, an old lover, and within a year they were married. I was soon enjoying my new gay lifestyle, with a series of boyfriends. I soon found that I was a pure bottom and I began to date older and more masculine men. I was very careful to practice safe sex, this being the era before PrEP. Beth and I remained close. I slipped naturally into the role of gay best friend. It was such a stereotype but I still helped her pick out clothes. I would regale her with tales of my latest sexual adventure with some new guy, including my random hook-ups. She said I needed to find someone and settle down. A registered nurse, Beth took a job in a hospital AIDS ward. She told me about her patients and asked me to visit them since many had been abandoned by their former lovers and families. Having become an AIDS activist myself after coming out, I was glad to visit my brothers in distress. I spent hours talking to men suffering advanced symptoms and was deeply saddened when several of them died. When I arrived one day to visit, Beth brought me into her office and said, “Andy, I have a big favor to ask of you. Eric, one of my patients, is nearing the end. He asked that he be given a chance to make love to one more man before he goes. He’s very sweet. I was hoping you would agree.” It struck me as an odd request, but it also seemed like the caring thing to do. I was committed to helping in any way I could. Besides, I had never been able to say no to Beth. Eric had been moved to a private room. She assured me we would not be disturbed. I knocked and entered. The window shades were down and the light was dim. Eric greeted me warmly. “You must be Andy,” he said. He turned on the lamp at the bedside. I could see his gaunt face and sunken eyes. He was clearly a very sick patient. “Beth told me about you. You’re just as cute as she said.” “Did she say anything else?” “She said you’re a bottom and like to play around. I think she used the word ‘slut.’” I blushed but did not disagree. “She’s not wrong,” I said. “Let me show you, Eric.” I unbuttoned my shirt. Then I shed my clothes as I crossed the room, and by the time I was at his bedside I was stark naked, with my modest cock sticking straight out. I could see the lust in Eric’s eyes. “Oh, god,” he said. “It’s been so long.” I peeled back the top sheet and found Eric to be just as bare. His face, though drawn and pale, was still handsome. Before the disease had ravaged his body, he must have had his pick of men to fuck. Now, though, he was emaciated and his skin was marked with sores. And then there was his cock, already fully erect. It stood up, thick and long, with protruding veins. I could see bit of precum glistening at the tip. “Are you sure you want to do this, Andy? I don’t have any condoms.” I really hadn’t thought about the risk until this moment, but I didn’t care. Eric needed me and Beth had asked me to let him make love one last time. I bent down and kissed him deeply. I felt his hand stroke and then clamp onto my butt cheek. His grip was surprisingly firm. Then, as our tongues danced together, I felt his index finger probe my tight hole. I grunted softly with pleasure as it slipped inside me. I offered no resistance. I understood what he wanted and I had promised Beth I would make a dying man happy. I climbed onto the bed, straddling Eric with my ass pointed toward his face. I tasted his cock, gently licking the head before opening my mouth and throat to take him deep. “Oh, yes, baby. You do know how to suck cock,” he muttered. Eric leaned forward and began to lick my hole. I love it when my top gets me ready by rimming me, and Eric used his tongue like a pro. Soon he had me moaning around his cock. He paused and I heard him pick up something in a tube. It was lube. He began to apply it to my ass. We both knew what was coming next. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Eric declared. It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking permission. I had come to his room and that counted as consent. I pivoted on the bed so our faces were close. Then I reached behind me to guide the tip of his cock into my waiting hole. I slowly lowered myself onto the intruder. I felt the usual stinging, burning sensation that signals the first penetration and waited for my sphincter to relax. In a few moments I opened to Eric’s cock, the burning giving way to that wonderful warmth and fullness that tells me I have taken my lover within me. I kissed him again, more passionately. His hands, still surprisingly powerful, gripped my hips as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into me. Eric paused and told me to get on all fours. I lifted myself off his cock. I felt suddenly empty and realized how much I needed him inside me. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks, then the tip of his cock against my hole, and finally the head enter me. One slow, long, delicious thrust took him past my prostate and sent me to heaven. I gasped at the intense sensation. I turned my head and our eyes met. “I love how your cock feels inside me, Eric,” I murmured, like a true cock whore. “You’re so big.” His strong hands gripped my hips, giving him leverage. He grunted in my ear, lost in his own pleasure. I thought I might well be the last man he ever fucked, and felt a tear in my eye. I could feel his thrusts becoming more urgent and sensed he was close. Then I heard someone enter the room. I guessed it was Beth. Eric never paused fucking me. “Tell me what you want slut,” he ordered. I was embarrassed that my ex-wife was watching us. I replied quietly, “I want you to cum inside me.” “I can’t hear you, Andy. Neither can Nurse Beth. Tell us what you want.” I looked back at him, then directly at my ex-wife. “I want you to breed me, Eric.” Her eyes widened. “No, you cunt. Tell us what you really want.” “I want your AIDS!!!” I said loudly enough to be heard in the hall. Beth stared intently at me, her expression a mixture of shock and curiosity. One final pause, a deep guttural release of sexual tension from Eric’s throat, then rapid thrusts deep within me. I felt the warmth as his cum filled my ass. He had exhausted himself with the exertion of breeding me and collapsed on my back. I lay down on my belly and he lay atop me, breathing heavily. I turned my head and he gave me a deep fuck kiss that went on and on. We both looked again at Beth. I saw she was holding a small packet in her hand. She said softly, “Andy, I realized after you came into the room that you might need a condom. I guess I was wrong.” “Yeah, Beth, your faggot ex-husband wanted my toxic load as much as I wanted to give it to him. I don’t have long but maybe my poz babies will grow inside him. Especially if we go another round or two.” Beth continued to stare at us, now with a strange smile on her face. “Andy, I didn’t mean for you to do something reckless, but that we just so beautiful to watch. I am so glad we could do this for Eric. Andy, it was so wonderful of you to make Eric’s last wish come true. I hope you’ll let him fuck you and cum inside you again.” She soon left and I spent the rest of the night in his arms. He fucked me twice more. The effort drained his strength. When I left the next morning, he could barely say goodbye. A little of his cum dribbled from my ass, leaving a wet spot in my underwear. A few days later, Beth called me to tell me Eric had died. We both cried. Then a couple of weeks later the fuck flu hit me. She helped nurse me through it. Sick as I was, I was also happy to be carrying Eric’s babies. One day, after I recovered, Beth called me. “Andy, I was wondering if you would do me another favor. I have another patient who is getting close to the end. He has a special request….” “Of course,” I answered. “I’ll be there in an hour.” Like I said, I could never say no to her.

Thursday 10 pm Time flies when you’re having fun. Though sometimes, and this is when you know you’re riding the right amount of drugs, when I’m high and in the moment, time seems to stop, and all I can focus on is the cock, mouth, or hole in front of me. This is what I love about chemsex, the way it focuses your entire being on men and fucking. It’s not about letting it run my life, but using it to bring my buddies and me pleasure. It’s a balance, and I love teaching my bottom boys how to manage it and not lose themselves. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love that we all get twisted, but I want them to learn how we all watch out for each other. I must have lapped at Drew’s smooth hole for almost an hour now. Sticking my tongue in, slowly teasing it open, spitting on the hole, taking my time to lap it up, making slow circles around the outside ring. Sometimes I reach up to work on his hard cock, edging him. Meanwhile, Jack loves playing with Drew’s fresh nips, teaching them how to be even more sensitive to the touch. Drew’s cock has been leaking precum like a fountain, and it was hot watching Jack grab it from Drew’s dick and whatever was on his stomach, and bring his precum-covered hand for Drew to lap up. I notice that the front of my jeans is wet from my own leaking cock. I’m sure Jack’s in the same situation. At one point earlier, Jack turned Drew on his stomach to lie on top of him, his smooth ass arched up, giving me a great view and access. I smiled as Drew reached over and moved a part of Jack’s button-down shirt to one side so that he could suck on Jack’s big eraser-sized nips. Jack played with Drew’s hair, encouraging him on, instructing Drew how to suck. “Bite it lightly, now cover it with your lips and slobber over it, with lots of spit, and stick your tongue out and draw it around the sides of the raised nips, feel how hard they are for you. You have to vary the feeling. Watch the guy’s reaction, and you’ll know what feels good to him.” “That’s right, baby. I love it when you suck on my big nips like that–seeing you naked on top of me. Your daddy behind you, eating your ass, opening you up. Is this what you wanted? We’ve talked about this for the past month, Drew. How you wanted to be used by men, to role play, to take loads from guys, whether they’re neg or poz. How you’ve wanted to try Tina and G, whatever we wanted to give you. This turns you on, doesn’t it? “Oh my God, I’ve thought about this for so long. Cruising online, finding pnp videos that I’ve jacked off to so many times. I want it badly.” “We love making your dreams come true, Drew.” “Thank you, Uncle Jack.” “Good. Your daddy is going to fill the pipe again, and I want you to suck on it while I make you another Coke with G. This time, I’ll give you a little more. Don’t worry, I just want you even more on the edge and hornier. But we’re going to take care of you, even if you nod off a little bit. You have nothing to worry about. We’ll make sure to wake you up smiling. Okay, baby? You trust us? “Yes, sir, I do. I want you to use me.” “Atta boy, that’s what we like to hear.” I know what Jack has in mind. We haven’t done this in a while, and we need to make sure the bottom is fully on board, which Drew is. Sounds like Jack’s been working on Drew for a while now. A hot newbie chem bottom who’s willing to try it all is a fucking birthday, Christmas, and anniversary present all rolled into one. You don’t get it very often, and there’s no guarantee it’ll go well. Some are all talk, but this kid is ready and willing. I haven’t seen any hesitation on his part, which will make this whole situation even better. I want to see how far we can push his boundaries. Honestly, A+ for this kid so far. I help Drew up from the couch and make out with him, letting him know that he’s exactly how we want him to be. While we make out standing up, I can feel his cock next to my leg, rubbing against the jeans. None of us has watched the porn on the screen at all; we’re so engrossed in the moment. At this point, it’s just there to add to the general sleaziness of the situation. We all realize that it’s not about the porn. Not at this point anyway. Jack stands up, unbuttons his shirt all the way, but leaves it on. He’s so sexy like that, with just his chest and nips showing, his bulge straining in his jeans. I pull away from making out with Drew, and we both watch Jack adjust his big dick in his jeans to make himself a little more comfortable. “I’ll get us some G. Drew, I’ll get you a robe too. We love you naked, but remember everything is a balance. While we get ourselves together for this next round, just wear the robe. You don’t have to close it, just leave it open, but it’ll keep you warm. I’ll turn the fireplace on too.” Drew reaches back and feels up his hole. “It’s so wet.” “You’re starting to smell like me, Drew. You got my slobber all over your hole.” Drew brings his hand back from feeling his hole and licks it. “Tastes good! Uncle Jack, can I help you with the G? I want to know what to do.” “Absolutely, Drew. Follow me, and we’ll get you that robe, then you can watch as I prepare the G. “There will be a quiz, later, Drew. Take notes.” Drew has a big smile as I say that. I watch Drew turn to follow Jack. His pert ass and the back of his thighs shiny from my slobber, his hair tousled. These breaks are important; they help the mood as it rises and falls. It’s like gooning and edging, knowing when to ease off to give yourself time to breathe. We could have jumped right to fucking, which I’m sure Drew would have loved, but this is about training and taking our time, letting him open up and be comfortable. My buddies and I all have different roles and strengths, but what Jack and I are particularly good at is this: what we’re doing right now. Getting him to break his bonds of shame, and let his inner pig out. We’re not fucking selfish. We’re in this together, and we want to train Drew so he goes on to more adventures. I take a quick peek at my phone and see that Kevin, Henry, and Dwayne have all checked in on our Telegram group chat. I quickly type that this kid’s a keeper, that we’re having an excellent time, and that I hope they come over when they’re free. Knowing their schedules, Kevin will probably come over in the morning. Henry and Dwayne will come later tomorrow, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they have cumpany with them. We don’t bring anyone who hasn’t been vetted, but thankfully we have a stable of men who join us. It’s nice to share in the fun. I watch Drew put on the bathrobe, leaving it open, giving us a peek at his still hard cock, his torso, and legs. As Drew and Jack head to the kitchen, I put my phone away and refill the pipe. I take out two more pipes from the coffee table drawer and fill them up as well. We don’t skimp, and it’s nice to have them ready. That’s what the burly straight dad taught me one summer while camping, but that’s a story for another time. The porn on the TV is set up so that another one automatically plays when it finishes. Jack has an extensive collection of both professional and amateur porn. I take the torch and melt the Tina in all three pipes, taking hits one after another from all of them. Don’t want any rocks spilling out. My dick jumps up a little as I smoke up. Kid was taking lots of hits in the beginning, shotgunning some to Jack and me, but then we got into the foreplay and stopped. Time’s right to get us amped up again. As I hit the pipes, I see Drew and Jack in the kitchen taking some Cokes in a glass to the counter. I’m sure if they were to look my way, all they would see are big clouds floating in the living room. Jack’s showing Drew how to measure the G. I can hear Jack telling him not to take G with alcohol, it just makes you sick, and that’s no fun. Jack fills the first and second glasses and lets Drew fill his own, showing him how much G to put in. Jack gets behind Drew as he’s doing this and pulls his robe open more and plays with Jack’s nips as he measures the G. I can see Drew momentarily close his eyes, wrapped up in the pleasure. Jack eggs him on, and Drew fills up his Coke with his dose. There’s about a foot difference in height between the two, which is fucking hot. The sight of Jack behind Drew, fondling him under his robe, is perfect. I want that shot burned in my memory banks. I put the third pipe down as they come back to the living room with three glasses. Drew’s open robe sways as he walks up to me. He smiles as he hands me my glass. I nod my head up, encouraging him over, and he comes in for a kiss. He does the same to Jack and the three of us down the Cokes. I’m used to the bitter taste, but I can see Drew whinge a little. It’s probably because he has more than we do. I reach down, get a pipe and put it in Drew’s mouth. “Here, take a hit. It will help with the taste. There are three pipes there now, just grab any when you want.” Jack takes our glasses and brings them to the kitchen while Drew fires up the torch and takes a few big hits in a row from the pipe. He’s getting good at taking in the Tina and at making clouds. “Just like I showed you earlier, blow them out slowly, and let the smoke creep out. Like it’s a living thing.” He’s getting the hang of it. It’s all a part of the show, of course. The clouds coming from his mouth are mesmerizing. “Better?” “Yeah, that G tastes horrible.” “Later, I’ll get a bubble ready and fill it up with Gatorade. That adds a nice, sweet flavor. Sit and get comfy, you’ll start to feel the G shortly.” The three of us sit back down on the couch. Drew between us, robe still open. His cock is no longer steel-hard, but it’s beautifully chubby and shiny. Jack reaches for a remote by his side to turn on the fireplace. “Thank you so much, guys. I’m having a great time.” “Let’s talk before the G hits, okay? Remember, this is all about fun. Follow our orders and speak up when you want something or need to take a break. We don’t like a bossy bottom, but we do like one who knows what he wants. We’re going to help you unlock that side.” As Jack says this, Drew watches him intensely looking directly into Jack's eyes. They lean in to kiss, and I grab one of the pipes and take a hit as they make out. Jack pulls away, a line of spit dangling between them, and nods for Drew to do a shotgun. I lean in to kiss him, holding the Tina in my lungs. Our mouths lock, and feel our tongues start to dance around each other. I reach up, holding his head lightly, and slowly blow in the smoke. We continue to make out as he lets the smoke out between us. It comes out thick, between kisses and out of his nose. Big hit for sure. Drew leans his head back, gives a big sigh, and says, “fuck, that’s good!” Jack draws open Drew’s robe some more and starts tweaking one of his nips. I spit in my hand and play with his cock, slowly. I feel it get even more chubby as I move my hand up and down the shaft. I then move to caress the head of his dick and lean over to whisper, “I can’t wait to slide my raw cock in your hole.” This makes Drew squirm in excitement. Head still back, eyes closed, probably starting to feel the waves of pleasure from the G. Jack’s got his hands all over Drew’s inner thigh as we ramp things up. “I’m getting a little dreamy. Horny and dreamy.” “That’s alright, that’s what you’re supposed to feel. The G is kicking in since you had a higher dose. Plus, we’re bigger and used to it. Just let it flow, Drew. Don’t fight what you’re feeling.” With that Drew starts to grind his hips in circles as I slowly jack him, and Jack alternates between Drew’s nips and thighs. “Drew, you may want to close your eyes a bit. That’s okay, let it happen. But we’re going to continue to have fun. Your cock is going to remain hard, and you’re going to feel warm and very, very horny. You may come in and out, but just ride the waves. Breathe and relax into it.” “Yeah, please!” This time, it’s Jack’s turn between Drew’s legs. Jack gets up and kneels down between Drew’s legs, the robe totally open, exposing Drew. Drew reaches down and grabs Jack’s hands in his, while Jack starts to lick Drew’s inner thighs, balls, and up and down Drew’s cock. I put the pipe down and paw at Drew as well. I watch Drew, making sure his breathing is regular, which it is. His head is going side to side as Jack sucks on his cock slowly, teasing it all over with his tongue, going all the way down to the bush. The waves must be hitting him now. His cock is back to rock hard, which happens a lot with G. He’s got a huge smile on his face, while Jack holds his hands down to his side. His squirming slows, but it gets more languorous and deliberate. He starts slowly bringing his cock up to meet Jack’s mouth, and I can see Drew’s cock get slobbery wet with spit. This goes on for about 15 to 20 minutes. Jack and I pleasuring Drew while the G goes into action. Slowly, we notice his gyrations slow down, and his body relax even more. He’s in that perfect dreamy, horny state. At one point, he nods off as Jack is sucking him off and I open his mouth and dribble some of my spit in. Jack and I get up to admire him. Sitting on the couch, naked under a robe, his smooth body glistening from our spit, he starts to touch himself with his eyes closed. With his left hand he plays with his nip while his right slowly jacks his cock. We look at each other and smile. I nod at Jack, which he knows is the signal to get the clippers and razor. As Jack ducks into the bathroom, I pick up one of the pipes and take a big hit. I let the smoke out and start to take off all my clothes. All the while watching Drew play with himself slowly. At times, stopping as he nods off, but then picks up again playing with his dick. This kind of wave is for the beginning, helping Drew loosen up, and shed his inhibitions. Plus, it makes our dicks so hard to see him like this. Playing with himself, as the G hits him over and over again. He’ll be alert soon enough and will be hyper-aware of everything happening. I kick my shirt and jeans to the side, standing fully naked now. The steel cock ring is tight around my hard cock. Drew stops jacking off and starts snoring lightly. His dick is rock hard, his legs spread open between the robe. I lean over and stick my tongue in his mouth, making out with him. He gives a “Mmmm, yes.” “Drew, I’m going to pick you up and bring you to the playroom. I’m going to lay you down on the play mattress. We’re going to strap your arms and legs down, and shave off your body hair. We want you smooth all over. You’re going to look even more like a true sub.” “Don’t be alarmed at being strapped down. You’re going to love giving up control to us. This is all part of the fun. Soon we’re going to be inside you, taking turns, opening your hole up for hours, we’re going to keep you spun, and your hole will be overflowing with our cum. Do you want that, Drew?” As I say this, Drew slowly opens his eyes. They’re glazed over at first, but he snaps to attention. “Yes, do it all to me.” I help Drew take off his robe and pick him up. Lifting weights all my life makes it handy when I have to do this kind of thing. I bring him to the playroom and put him down on the bed. He opens his eyes for a second and smiles again at me. There goes that smile, I love it. I then move to the sides of the bed, take the restrains and put them on his wrists. I spread his legs and clamp his ankles. He looks up and watches me, before nodding off again. This entire time his cock is standing straight up, leaking precum, pulsing up and down. He looks so fuckable strapped down like this. “Just relax for a moment, Drew, while we get things set up.” I can feel the G as well and it’s making me so horny and pervy. That and the hits of Tina, of course. I go back out to the living room and shout out to Jack, “You need help or you got it?” “All good. Bring your stuff in.” I get my bag, the torch, the three pipes on the coffee table, and go back to the playroom. Jack follows me in holding a basin of warm water, and a bag with the clipper and shaving razors. “Damn, he looks good like that! Is he nodding off? “Yeah, a little but he’s alert when he needs to be” Jack gets especially turned on by a bottom boy rolling on G. “Get your clothes off, Jack, and let's get this hair off his body. I want him smooth.” ...

Chapter 1 – The Setup Where the fuck am I? Zak and I had spent a wild weekend together a few weeks ago. We were smoking and bumping T and got lots of different things into each other’s hole. While we were talking during a break, I shared my fantasy about being abducted and taken to a place where I had to submit to multiple men. It seems he took me seriously since shortly after I showed up at his place for another session, a masked guy came in, put a bag over my head, pulled me out, and shoved me into the back seat his car. I was forced (OK, maybe forced is too strong a word) to suck another guy’s dick while we were driven to another destination. His cock was thick, but not that long. It was nice since I could easily accommodate him in my mouth, sucking down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes. His cock pumped out a steady stream of precum that I happily swallowed. I massaged his hairy balls while I was sucking him and felt down to his hairy hole. He pushed his legs together though, preventing me from going any further. I kept sucking his cock and playing with his balls. He was moaning, I was moaning, and then he blew his load down my throat right before we arrived at our destination. Next, I heard the car door opening and was dragged out of the car. They cut off my shorts and ripped off the t shirt I was wearing. I was naked, except for my flip flops, somewhere with people I didn’t know. My cock started to plump up at the excitement of this, prompting one of them to grab it while saying, “That’s not gonna be needed now.” Then, one of them forced my cock into a cage and locked it in place. “Walk!” I was led into a building of some sort. It seemed that we were in a sort of industrial space since I could sense a high ceiling and lots of open space around us. I heard a roller door close. Even with the bag on my head, some light got through and I was now adjusting to the surroundings. I smelled a spicy, grassy smell and thought maybe were in a warehouse that processed herbs of some sort. They walked me across the floor, feeling my hairy ass and occasionally slapping it as we went. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be good,” one of them commented. There were some grunts of assent, and I figured out that there were at least three other guys there. Maybe one of them was Zak, but I know it wasn’t his cock I had sucked, and I didn’t think he was the driver. We stopped walking and they turned me around. “Get in the sling.” I felt behind me and found a leather sling, ready and waiting for me. It’s tough to get into a sling when you can’t really see but I just went with it and laid back into it. Someone grabbed my foot and placed each one in a stirrup. I was naked, cock caged, spread open in a sling, in a room with guys that I didn’t know. My heart was pounding, more from excitement than fear, but it was weird to have no idea what was going to happen. One of the guys started rubbing my ass and hole. I instinctively moved down a little in the sling to open my ass for him. I heard him chuckle when I did that, then felt him starting to add lube to my ass. He must have been using Slam Dunk or something like that since it felt like chunks of lube being shoved in my hole. He was also smearing the lube all around my ass and hole. I reached down to spread my ass even more, but he slapped my hands away, telling me that my ass was in their hands and I was to keep my hands away from it. I heard the click of the torch and the bubbling sounds as he prepared some T. I could smell the acrid scent as the chemicals melted and then a cloud was blown into my face. I eagerly inhaled. “Don’t worry, pig. We’re gonna get you flying high.” They forced me to take a couple of hits off the bubbler. Again, forced might be too strong a word, but they were in control of my intake, and I was going to go along with whatever they wanted. I was well into the clouds when I felt some fingers penetrate my hole. The accompanying burning sensation told that they were giving me a booty bump too. My ass was becoming needy now and I wanted something in it besides a few fingers. I was handed a rubber tube with a nozzle at the end that I was told connected to a bottle of poppers. Whenever they told to me to inhale from it, I was to put the nozzle in my nose and breathe in. Poppers mixed with T would make my ass even more receptive to whatever was coming my way, and I was happy to comply to this. The burning had stopped and someone was playing with my hole. He was circling it with his well lubed fingers, sometimes sticking one or two fingers in and rubbing them around. I was enjoying the feelings and began to pulse my hole on his fingers. “This fucker is ready for more.” Soon, I felt something larger than a finger at my hole. It wasn’t a cock so it must be a dildo. I only hoped they would start out with something I could comfortably take since I had the sense that my ass was about to be seriously worked over. The dildo was dragged up and down the crack of my ass, grazing over my yearning hole. Each time it passed near my opening, I would flex my ass, trying to capture it in my ass. Soon, the guy placed the head of the toy at my entrance and began to push. The initial insertion was easy. My ass and the dildo were both well lubed and my hole was needy. It became apparent that this toy got thick quickly as I felt my hole expand around it as it was pushed into me. The guy driving the dildo knew what he was doing, pausing occasionally and sometimes twisting it around in my ass as he plunged ever deeper into me. This toy must be long since it felt like he had inserted a lot into me when he stopped pushing and just let the dildo sit inside my ass. The pulsing of my ass muscles made it move up and down and let great feelings course through my tunnel. Then, he began to pull it back. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he moved the toy, rotating and shaking it as he moved. He’d pulled it out almost all the way out when he abruptly shoved it in deep again. I moaned and spread my ass more. He chuckled and said, “I think he’s primed for you.” With that, he pulled the toy out. I immediately felt a hand at my ass, feeling around my hole and poking some fingers in. Two became three, three became four, and then I felt his thumb circling my hole. It stopped as he flexed it back into his hand and then his whole hand was sliding into me. Fuck, I love getting fisted. I love anything to do with ass – mine or another guys. Touching, stroking, rimming, fucking, fingering. But fisting is a special treat. When you get fisted, you’re literally opening yourself up to another guy. When you’re doing the fisting, it is so intense to feel the other guy’s heartbeat with your hand. It is a profound and amazing experience. This guy slid his hand into my ass up to his wrist. He just held his hand there for a while so that I could get used to the sensation. Occasionally, he’s twist and turn it, but he was taking it easy on my ass. Then, he growled “Poppers” at me. I grabbed the tube, put the plugs in my nostrils, and inhaled deeply.

I used to be more of a bottom but when I got knocked up I just had to top. I believe it was the charged semen being produced that rewired me with urge to share my gift.

The first time I tried gay sex, I was definitely hetrosexual, married but just wanted bet myself. They guy fucked be raw over his car bonnet and filled my guts with cum. It rewrote my sex drive. That's why they call it breeding. I adore gay sex and only raw now. My body needs that DNA cum fix.

The first time I was riding a bbc and when he told me he was cumming in me I shot hands free all over his chest, raw since then!

It doesn’t but it would be more productive if you found an Alpha who knows what a faggot is for and uses him accordingly. It doesn’t make you self hating. I encourage my faggot to remove the negativity surrounding the word. I don’t use it as a weapon because thats all I’m attracted to. Fags. Be proud you’re one.

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I’d just won a four-day gay cruise from Fort Lauderdale to the Bahamas, a prize that had my cock twitching and my ass clenching with anticipation. I flew in from Columbus, Ohio, where every fag in my hometown knows me as the resident cocksucker, my face plastered across sites like Exposed Faggots, BoyfriendTV, Erome, Xvideos, Pornhub Gay, and every goddamn hookup app—Grindr, BarebackRT, Squirt, you name it. My videos are a neon-lit confession: me slurping down dick, fuchsia text screaming “BiBottomCockSucker Loves to Suck Cock,” “I’m a Cocksucker,” “I Suck Cock Better Than Your Girlfriend,” my throat gagging on meat while my ass gets pounded raw. I’m kinda in the closet back home, but online, I’m a shameless cum-dump, and I fucking love it. At the Fort Lauderdale airport, I spotted a group of hot fuckers—tanned, muscled, and loud—talking about the same cruise. My ears perked up, and my hole twitched. We shared a ride to Port Everglades, the vibe electric—testosterone and lust thick in the air. I could smell the sex coming; these bastards were gonna wreck me, and I was ready to take every inch.We boarded the ship, and holy fuck, my stateroom was a palace—massive, luxurious, a living room with two plush couches, a bedroom with a king-size bed begging to be defiled, and a balcony overlooking the ocean where I could scream while getting railed. First thing I did was fire up my hookup apps—Grindr, Sniffies, Doublelist—the ship’s Wi-Fi was flawless, perfect for streaming my depravity. I posted my stateroom number with a message: “Stop by my stateroom if you wanna get your cock sucked and/or fuck my ass and load it with cum.” Then I stripped down to a tank top and a thong, my tight, fuckable ass cheeks spilling out, begging for a pounding. I strutted to the pool deck as the ship pulled out, scoping the meat market. Almost instantly, two white studs in Speedos, lounging like kings, gave me that knowing smirk. “Hey,” I purred, sauntering over. “Just saw your post online,” one growled, his bulge straining. “You suck cock as good as in your vids?” I grinned, licking my lips. “Let’s find out.” We bolted to my room, and the second the door shut, I dropped to my knees like the greedy cocksucker I am, yanking down their Speedos.Out flopped two thick, cut cocks—a 7-incher and a 10-incher of veiny, white meat, heads glistening with pre-cum. The 7-incher was a beauty, pink and throbbing, balls heavy and musky from the poolside heat. The 10-incher was a fucking monster, shaft thick and ridged, a fat, leaking head begging to choke me. I dove in, wrapping my lips around the 7-inch first, the salty tang of his pre-cum coating my tongue as I sucked hard, my throat taking him deep. He groaned, “Fuck, you’re a pro,” as I gagged, spit dripping down my chin. I switched to the 10-inch, inhaling his sweaty, chlorine-soaked ball-sack scent, my nose buried in his pubes as I slurped that massive rod, tasting skin and salt and raw man, my jaw stretching to fit it.I worked them both, back and forth, hands stroking one while my mouth devoured the other, until the 7-inch guy grabbed my head and fucked my face, his cock slamming my tonsils. “Take it, you filthy bitch,” he snarled, and I did, choking as his load erupted—thick, hot ropes of cum blasting down my throat, bitter and creamy, filling my gut. I swallowed every drop, then turned to the 10-inch, sucking him so hard my throat burned. He exploded too, a geyser of jizz, salty and pungent, flooding my mouth till it dribbled out, smearing my lips. “You suck as good as your vids,” he panted, wiping his dick on my face. “When I saw you with a mouthful of cock, I recognized you from your online vids.” I froze, perplexed and intrigued—not too long ago, I was deeply in the closet as a cocksucker. Guess not so much anymore… lol. “We’re fucking you again this trip,” he added, and they left, my apps buzzing with more horny bastards. A guy hit me up—“Wanna fuck your ass and load it with cum.” “Get here now,” I typed, and minutes later, he swaggered in, a white stud with an 8-inch thick, cut cock bulging in his shorts. I ripped them down, his sweaty balls and ripe ass hitting me with a wave of musk—fucking delicious, like a locker room after a game. He plopped on the couch, legs spread, and I knelt, licking his hairy nuts, sucking the sweat off them, then burying my tongue in his ass. It was tangy, sweaty, a filthy mix of pool water and man-stink, and I ate it like a starving pig, my cock rock-hard. I moved up, sucking his fat dick, tasting his pre-cum—sweet and slick—until he grabbed my head and rammed it down my throat. “Gonna cum,” he grunted, but I pulled off. “Fuck my ass first.”I grabbed lube, slicked his throbbing cock, and bent over the couch, thong yanked aside. He slammed into me, 8 inches of thick meat stretching my hole, pounding me raw. The room filled with the wet slap of flesh, my ass gripping him as he growled, “You’re a tight little slut.” He pulled out, and I spun around, sucking his cock clean, tasting my own ass—earthy, musky, mixed with his pre-cum. He shoved back in, fucking me harder, then unloaded—a hot, explosive flood of cum blasting deep in my guts, thick and sticky. He pulled out, and I licked him clean, his jizz and my ass juices coating my tongue, a nasty cocktail I savored. That night, my apps blew up—15 guys cycled through my room, sometimes solo, sometimes in packs. I swapped the thong for a jock, ass exposed, and handed out a Sharpie to tally each load dumped in me. On the couch, I got spit-roasted—a 7-inch choking my throat, an 11-inch reaming my hole, a fucking beast of a cock, veiny and relentless, stretching me wide as cum dripped from both ends. Ass-to-mouth was my jam—sucking that 11-inch fresh from my ass, tasting lube, cum, and my own funk, swallowing load after load. On the bed, a group of five turned me into their cum-rag, my face buried in a 10-inch cock while an 8-inch drilled my ass, jizz leaking down my thighs. One guy, mid-fuck, said, “Saw you online with a mouthful of dick—fucking hot.” “Next time, we film it,” I gasped, and he nodded, pumping me full. During a break in the action, I grabbed my phone and googled myself—BiBottomCockSucker—and holy shit, tons of videos and pics of me with a mouthful of cock popped up all over the internet. My exposure’s growing like a cock in my mouth, and I fucking love it. The next afternoon, I hit the pool deck for a dance party, wearing just a jock, my ass hanging out, slick and glistening from the loads already sloshing inside me. The music thumped, bodies grinding, and four horny fuckers circled me like sharks—white guys, cocks bulging in their trunks. They didn’t waste time; right there by the pool, out in the open, they took turns slamming my ass. First guy dropped his shorts, 7 inches hard and ready, and slid right in—no lube needed, my hole already a sloppy, cum-filled mess. He pounded me, the wet squelch of jizz echoing as he grunted, then pulled out, and I dropped to suck him clean, tasting his cum mixed with the loads already in me—bitter, thick, and fucking divine. Next came an 11-incher, thick and veiny, ramming me hard, my ass cheeks jiggling as the crowd watched, that monster splitting me open. I sucked him off after, his dick coated in ass juice and spunk. Third and fourth followed, 8 and 10 inches, each fucking me raw, dumping their hot loads in my guts, and I cleaned every cock, slurping down the nasty blend of cum, sweat, and my own hole right there under the sun, jock stretched tight, ass dripping. The next three days were a blur of cock-sucking and ass-fucking. I never left the ship—why bother when my room was a revolving door of dick? I posted my stateroom number everywhere, door wide open, guys strolling in to join the action. One night, five studs gangbanged me, me the only bottom, and we filmed it—12 minutes of my face gagging on a 10-inch cock, ass stretched wide by an 11-incher, cum splattered everywhere. I uploaded it to every site, fuchsia text blazing, and the hits poured in, drawing more horny fuckers to my door. My ass was raw, dripping with cum, marked with Sharpie tallies—dozens of loads by the end. Cruise over, I limped to the airport, ass sore, jizz still leaking into my jock. I thought my weekend of debauchery was done, but on the plane—a cramped, budget Airbus with that stale recycled air smell—I spotted three of my fuck-buddies from the ship, their smirks promising more. When the seatbelt sign dinged off at cruising altitude, I dragged them to the tiny bathroom one by one, joining the Mile High Club in that piss-reeking, turbulence-shaking stall. First guy, a 7-inch stud, shoved me in, and I dropped to my knees on the grimy floor, sucking his sweaty cock—salty from the cruise, musky from travel, pre-cum bitter on my tongue. I gagged as he fucked my throat, then he spun me around, bent me over the sink, and rammed his dick into my cum-slick ass—no lube, just the sloppy mess of dozens of loads from the cruise. The plane rocked as he pounded me, the wet slap of his balls against my cheeks loud in the tight space, and he unloaded—a hot, thick blast of jizz deep in my guts, mixing with the rest. I turned, sat on the toilet, and cleaned his cock, sucking off his cum, my ass juices, and that faint plane-bathroom funk, swallowing it all. Second guy, an 11-incher, got the same—throat fucked till I choked, then a brutal ass-pounding over the sink, his massive cock stretching me wide, his load spurting hard, and I licked him clean, tasting the sweaty, cummy mess. Third guy, an 8-incher, throat-fucked me till his jizz flooded my mouth, salty and warm, and I swallowed it down, wiping my lips on his shaft. I stumbled back to my seat, ass leaking cum into my jock the whole flight home, a sticky wet spot spreading on my jeans, the smell of sex clinging to me as I grinned. One of those bastards was from Columbus, and now I’m his regular cocksucker—throat and ass on call whenever he wants, BiBottomCockSucker always ready for more.

I got two loads yesterday. One at a local park, by the industrial area, after work. Younger worker guy with a fat cock. He had fucked me a few days ago, but pulled out before he blew his huge load - a bit of a waste. This time he fucked me for about 10 minutes and blew his load in me, I could feel the cock pulses real good. Then I went out for a burger with some mates. On the way home, I went to the good night time park, there were few guys there milling about, but not really playing. I took a position leaning on my favourite, strong wooden fence, by the ravine and lubed up my hole. It was really dark, I could barely see anything. It was a night when you need to know the trails. A dude walked down the path and just reached out to feel my rock hard cock, I had it out and was stroking. I returned the favour and he was wearing long-john pants and a sweatshirt. I felt his cock through the bulging material. He flopped out his cock, he went from soft to hard in a minute, a good length and medium thickness, we stroked each other for a minute. I pushed down by track pants, and turned so he could access my hole, when he found it was lubed and wet, he pushed me into position against the fence, and he pushed his cock in. He got to the fucking in no time, he just got faster, harder and deeper over about five minutes. He huffed and grunted a bit, I told him to blow his load in me, I knew he was close. His cock was doing great work, getting me worked up and I was stroking my cock while he was fucking and he blew in me while I was blowing my load. I walked back down the trail to my truck, spent, with a load in my ass for the drive home.

You Have to Earn It Part 1 - New Town Isolation I moved to a new town for work and had too much time on my hands sitting at home alone. While enjoying the more vanilla hookup sites and apps, I came across a barebacking site. While I wouldn't admit it at the time, it definitely turned me on. I rationalized making a profile so I could avoid the riskier hookups on the other sites. Before long, I spent far more time on that site than the vanilla sites, and eventually almost exclusively. But, before we rush ahead... I'm 24, 5"7" and 140lbs. In addition to guys my age, I also got a lot of attention from older daddy types. One of those things that turned me on but wouldn't amdit to it. I'd always check out the profiles but never responded with more than a polite no. Not long before my move, I did hit it off with a guy in his late 30's who didn't have his age shown but had some spectacular pictures of what I thought to be a large cock at that time. I had some experience with acquaintences I met being social in real life, but only hooked up with a couple guys off the internet at that point. All of my encounters involved condoms and always ended up a little disappointing. I always got off but was also left wanting something more but wasn't sure what was missing. Before I moved, I justified hooking up with just the second random guy off the internet, because I was moving. As I mentioned above, we had been chatting for a while by that point and he would be my first experience with a bigger than average cock and a guy that was 15+ years older. I didn't think I was a size queen, but the orgasm was the most intense I'd had with little experience, and the volume of cum I shot was borderline comical. He was 8.5" and 5-6" around, which isn't huge but was plenty for me. The stream of cum that shot out of me was a solid jet as opposed to spurts - as if his thrusts matched perfectly out of sync with my orgasmic contractions. My muscles would squeeze and then his cock would plunge in providing the continual pressure and release. Never had I cum like that before. I barely had to touch myself to finish with him. It was better than the first time I had sex. Even so, it seemed more noticeable that he had a condom on due to the tighter fit. The slight tackiness and unnatural feel it added could be felt on every thrust and more notecable than before. Something was still missing. Needless to say, after a couple weeks in this new town I was quite horny given that my last online hookup experience was so positive. In addition to the amplified interest in what hookup sites had to offer, there was a certain freedom to the isolation of moving somewhere new. Nobody I knew was within a thousnd miles to witness or judge my behavior, which only contributed to my willingness to explore more. I hooked up with a few guys off the vanilla sites over time as I got acclimated to my new sorroundings. After the 'big one', I found it alot easier to slide a cock in and immediately be comfortable. Before, it always took a minute or two to adjsut and feel good, which quickly escalated to begging to be fucked harder. My first hands-free orgasm came from the last guy. Usually, I want a guy to finish quickly after I cum, but I came too soon while riding his cock and quickly got over that opinion. I stayed hard and came again by the time we finished fucking. Part 2 - Satiating a Hidden Need So, I'm feeling pretty good about my ability to take a cock - a little too prideful about it. All the time I'm spending on the bareback site is creating all sorts of unsatisfied and unmet urges. "Why do I have to use a condom? It's not like I can get pregnant," is what one of many things I keep repeating in my head. On a typical night of teasing myself perusing the bareback site, usually unseen and unheard, I get a message from, Jack, at what is likely the perfect moment of my now self-aware need to feel bare cock. Jack is 55 but looks much younger. He clearly keeps good care of his body. He's as toned as I am at 24, but more mass and standing 6'2". While he has pictures to show his handsome face and body, he doesn't have one picture of his cock and a lot of "unknowns" and "ask me" in his profile. His intos are short and sweet with 'fucking' and 'daddy/son' listed and his cock is listed as huge and uncut without any further details. Jack is more polite than you'd expect on a hookup site, which is novel. We chat about things that have nothing to do with sex for a bit. Eventually, it gets into what turns me on and what I'm looking for. I confide that I've never has a raw cock and how much I've been thinking about it for a few weeks now. At this point, all the unanswered questions on his profile are the farthest thing from my mind. Jack likes the innocence and general lack of experience, I can tell. I guess that's predictable with the daddy/son kink, so I lean into a bit to play along. As he starts to tell me what he's looking for, I know it's just a matter of him asking before I'm headed to his place. I am hard the entire drive over and manage to control myself as before I head to his door. I didn't realize my precum had soaked through and made a pretty obviously spot, but he noticed right as I walked in. He gave an amused chuckle and I felt a little embarassed. He stood towering over me in a tight white t-shirt and some boxer briefs that contained what must have been a massive flaccid cock. He pulled me in close and gave me a long kiss. His hands explored my body and I wrapoed my arms up and around his neck while pressing my body into his making sure to brush up against his very noticeable bulge. As we broke the kiss, he told me that if I want to suck on his cock, I better do it now before it gets hard, because it won't fit otherwise. I laugh a bit as I think it is a joke, but his serious stare halts my reaction. I silently sink to my knees while staring him in the eyes and pull out a cock that is already thicker flaccid than anything I've taken. I do want to taste it and start by twirling my tongue under his foreskin and around his head. I insert the head and a not much more and try my beast to continue to swirl my tongue around it as it pulls in an out slightly. I can't swallow it, so force my mouth as far onto it as I can, nearly gagging, and turn my head back and forth gently. I can tell this is stimulating the head of his cock well and feel him start to get hard in my mouth. He was right. I pulled off and fell back on my knees as he continued to start into my eyes and jerk off to get fully hard. I am out of breath with drool all around my mouth while looking back and begging for more with my eyes. I rise back up to lick and tease the head of his cock while maintaining eye contact. There is a copious amount of precum oozong out. It coats my tongue and mouth - I enjoy the taste. He tells me to lick his balls so he can finish getting hard, and I comply. Again, they are too big to fit in my small mouth but I tongue and play with them as best I can while trying to look around his big cock at my sexy daddy's face. He pointed at a large glob of precum that built up and was about to drip. I quickly licked up my reward and he asked if I was ready to sit on his cock? He must have seen the anxiety on my face as all those unasked questions on his profile became all the more prevalent. Before I could speak, he pulled me to my feet and led me to his bedroom. He told me to strip and get on the bed face down - I obeyed. As I looked back at him peel off his tshirt, a biohazard tattoo came into view on his upper right chest. I had seen them on people before, but had no idea what it meant in the gay community. I just thought it was sexy looking. I was incredibly nervous as he crept on to the bed and spread my legs. I could feel myself 'winking' at him uncontrollbly. Anytime my hips moved the slight friction on my cock made me jittery. Then, I felt his breath quickly followed by his wet tongue across the surface of my hole. I was in heaven and any anxiety quickly disappeared. He worked his tongue into my hole and started to stretch me out with his fingers. He'd whisper to me how good I tasted and how tight I was inbetween tongue lashings, which only made me gyrate with more need and want. "Does that feel good?," said Jack "Yes, daddy. Please lick and play with my hole," I said. It felt awkward but oddly sexy, too. "Oh, yeah. We're going to stretch out this tight little ass out before we try to squeeze my cock in. You don't get my cum in your ass until you earn it," said Jack. "Earn it? What do you mean by that?" "Well, if I can't fit my entire cock inside you, I won't come and neither can you," he said. I was a bit worried. I wasn't even sure if I could get the head of his cock into me. I really wanted to be fucked bareback and feel someone cum inside me. That was the whole point of this meeting. Before he pulled me up by my hips, I felt him work a lot of lube into my ass. I move off to theside and he lied down on his back with his hard cock proudly waving in the air and then worked some lube onto it. "It might be better if you control the pace and get on top." I exuberantly obliged and aimed his massive cock at my opening. I pressed down and only met resistance. For a few minutes I kept bobbing up and down with varying pressure and maybe 1/2" had pressed inside slightly but never really entered. After a few more minutes I had worked up a little sweat when it finally entered enough to say I had him inside me. "Good boy. I wasn't sure you'd get the head in tonight," he said. I felt but a little disappointed, too. I replied, "I'm not stopping, yet!" Over the next 10 minutes I continued to work my ass on his cock. Occassionally adding a little lube as I got it deeper inside. It was starting to hurt a bit, but on the last go I just slid up and down as far as I could over and over again. I was only fucking myself with 4" of cock, but the mix of pain and pleasure was intense. I was pretty impressed with myself for how much I fit in. My cock was getting rock hard after being completely soft before this point. Getting bolder, I leaned back and tried to rock my hips. This new angle forced another inch or so into me. Even though it hurt I tried to continue to slide up and down on his cock at a good pace. Even with all the pain I was close to cumming. He must have noticed how much pleasure I was in. He grabbed my hipps and stopped me, forcibly and said, "I told you, you can't cum unti I do, and you don't get my cum until you can fit my whole cock inside your ass." He gave my a nice had slap ony my ass and told me to get off his cock. Doing so might have pushed it in another 1/2" but the pain was unbearable, now. I had to pull off his cock, regardless. "I'm sorry daddy. I couldn't please your huge cock. It just won't fit and it hurts so much." As I slid off I noticed the pink shade of the lube and the red glob of blood on the headof his cock. He was definitely tearing me up inside. "Don't worry, boy. You were never going to fit it in tonight. I knew this was going to take time to stretch you out to take daddy's cum," he consoled. "Looks like you bled a little on my cock, too. I might knock you up with my poz precum" I was stunned. While neither of us got off, I felt weirdly more satisfied than previous encounters. The shock of Jack being poz didn't dull that snesation but oddly made it even stronger. Somewhat genuinely upset I replied, "You are poz? Why didn't you tell me? I'm neg! Why would you do that?" Jack answered, "You never asked, and I don't think you cared to ask, to be honest. You clearly need to be fucked bareback and have an insatiable need to make a cock cum inside you. You said as much in our conversation." I say quiet for a couple minutes... Still feeling incredibly horny despite the dull pain emenating from my hole. I did want everything he said, but I quickly got clothed and left without many words said. When I got home, there was a message from him that said I'm welcome to come over and continue to stretch out my hold for his cock. I angrily deleted the message, but also got turned on thinking about doing just that. Part 3 - The Home Stretch Within a few days the pain was completely gone and I was playing with my hole every chance I got and thinking about Jack ramming his huge cock all the way into me until I could feel his soft sack pressed up against my cheeks or sometimes my balls if fantasizing taking it from behind. There was no way I would do it. I was already freaking out about all the precum that must have oozed inside of me with all the damage his enormous cock did stretching me out. I wasn't on prep and I ddin't want ot have sex with positive guys, I kept telling myself. There were so many other opportunities... but I really wanted to please Jack. I wanted to be able to fit his whole cock insideme. It became desire to accomplish. After another few days of avoiding the decision, I sent a dm to Jack. He was amused and expected me to contact him sooner, but that I should come over that night around 8pm. Again, my cock was hard with anticipation long before I traveled to his home and I worked some lube into my hole in an effort to prepare. I told myself that all I have to do is not let it go all they way in and he won't shoot any poz cum inside me as he stated before. That shouldn't be too hard, considering that I only got less than half of it in me the first time. When I got there, I had another spot of precum soaked into my shorts. We both laughed and headed to his bedroom and quickly stripped down. We made out and I subconsciously caressed his upper right chest where the biohazard tattoo was. When I realized what I was doing I blushed and pulled away. He picked up on the gestures. He said, "It's okay to want it inside you or that it turns you on. To be honest, it's just a heavy weight off your shoulders when you get it. No more worrying about condoms. I know you like the feel of skin better so much so that you won't go back to condoms. Getting hiv is inevitable for you." I was still lying to myself about and intending to just ride his cock without ever triggering everything he said, but I tried to play along. "I'm really nervous about it but all I can think of is your cock, daddy. I want to feel it all the way inside me. I want to feel the pride of fitting it in. Knowing my hole is good enough to make you cum." Nothing was stopping the precedings, so after that interlide he had my lie down on the bed again while he ate me out. "Give me that wet tongue, daddy. It feels so dirty. It makes my balls and cock extra sensitive to the toouch." At which point his free hand gently cups and carasses my balls and up my shaft as I arch my ass into the air with his tongue firmly pulsating inside me. I'm not even hard and it feels like I can cum at any second. Like last time I got ontop. Unlike last time, the first 2-3inches slide in with only slight discomfort. I was quickly upto the same 'high-water' mark so to speak as last time within 10 minutes. I was thoroughly enjoying it much quicker this time. "Oh, daddy, I can't believe how much easier it is." As I start to roughly force myself down attempting to fit more in, but there seems to be a point of resistance I can get past. "You are doing good, son. Keep working that ass on my cock. It feels so much better this time feeling you slide up and down a greater length. You almost have 7 inches inside you." I continue to slide almost off his tip and all the way down to the point of resistance. It hurts a little as I try to press further. "Looks like your cock is getting too hard again," he points out with a little disappointment in his tone. "Please, don't make me stop. I want more. I can fit it in, I promise. Let me keep trying," I plea as I lean hoping it leads to a couple more inches like last week. rolling my hips as hard as I can and the pleasure quickly turns to pain, but still cannot get any more in. SLAP! I feel his hand spanking me, which jars me as he grabs my hips and stops me from riding his cock. "You will do as I say. Now, get off my cock, we are done for tonight." I meekly pull off with a little whimper and see the familiar red-tinted lube all over his cock. I can't believe I just exposed myself to his copious amounts of pos precum again, but I just can't resist it. Jack gives me a sympathetic look and tells me, "I guess we can give you a reward for all your hard work. Would you like to taste me cum?" My cock gets hard as I reply, "Yes, please," with an embellished boyish undertone. "But, I can't fit your cock in my mouth?" "Come here between my legs on your hands and knees with your ass up in the air. Look me in my eyes as you lick and play with my balls. When I am close I want you to put your mouth over my cock and lick the head as best you can while you wait for my cum." "Okay, daddy, that sounds hot. Can I play with myself, too?" "No, you don't get to cum until I shoot my poz load deep inside of your ass. Now, get over here and please my cock, boy." I quickly assume the position and sway my ass around up in the air. It feels wanton and sexy. The cool air rolling over my exposed and sore hole that is extra senstive to every stimulation. My cock is and has been drooling precum non stop regardless of being flacced or hard. This pleases daddy, but I keep focused on licking and cajoling his balls as he looks into my eyes and says, "I'm going to cum soon. Get up on top of this dick with your mouth and twirl that wet tongue around." The precum is flowing even faster now as I feel his cock get extra hard in my hands. He is no longer stroking his cock and I am two-fisting it a a fast pace getting precum and lube all over my chin. It was hot watching him with locked eyes as he starts to cum. The amount surprises me but I am able to swallow most of it. Some drips out the side of my lips as I continue to twirl and lick. As he starts to deflate, I force it into the back of my mouth and shack my head back and forth making him coo. His cum-covered dick tastes amazing and I enjoy being able to fit his slightly flaccid cock in my mouth. "Okay, that's enough. You can't take my cock yet, so no need to keep me hard," he says. I ask, "Don't you go soft after cumming?" "No, I can shoot several times. A lot of bottoms like that I can add some extra lube repeatedly," He replies. I blush a bit as this makes my cock hard thinking about him exploding inside me then continueing to work his poz cum into me. Fucking my cum-soaked hole until he is satisfied. He says my hard cock and says, "Oh, son likes that, huh? Well, as you know, you are going to earn that cum before I give it to you. When th edull pain goes away, you contact me for round three. I think we can get past your second hole next time" I quietly nod my head and get dresed. I thought I'd have more play sessions before pretending as if it can't fit in the rest of the way. I hope he isn't right. Part 4 - The Depth of My Desire It hurt for a few days, again. The dull pain was a constant reminder of the desire I felt working my ass on his cock. It was starting to be conditioned to be pleasurable. Anytime I noticed it, a little precum formed and I had to control myself to avoid any stains on my pants. Jack didn't quite predict the future and I didn't have to pretend. We continued similar sessions every few days, but no more headroom was made. I was furiously masturbating and playing with my hold in the meantime regardless of any leftover pain between sessions. I was obsessed and wanted with every desire to cum with his cock in side me. Even though I couldn't quite get it past my 2nd hole, the pleasure was increasing each time. I could easily slide him in and work his cock at a good pace. The pain even stopped and we were fucking more frequently than ever with most sessions ending with me drinking his cum, which wad defnitely habit forming. There was so much and it tasted so good. I like pleasing Jack. By this point, I completely forgot about my plant to not accomplish the task at hand. I didn'dt think it was possible. Jack was getting impatient at this point and I desperately wanted to make him happy. I was on top in a crouching position, bouncing up and down on Jack. "You better get my cock inside you tonight or we will have to stop doing this," he said. "Oh, please, daddy. Give me one more chance. I'm going to either break my ass on your cock or it's going to slide in, right now. I was a bit taken aback but didn't stop bouncing up and down. Instead I start droping my whole weight while leaning back trying to force his cock in the rest of the way. Bouncing hard something started to give. HE must have felt something, as he began to spank my ass and encourage me saying, "Yeah, work that slutty little ass on my poz cock. Earn that cum, boy." Which brought reality crashing back down right as a final bounce caused his entire cock to slip inside me with some exquisite paint accomanying it. We both stopped, mostly. I couldn't help but continue to gently rock on it as I had never felt that full before. I could feel my hole twiching and lcoking down on his cock repeatedly. I couldn't move at this point, if I tried. We stared at each other for a moment with a little grin on each of our faces. "Good boy. You make me proud fitting that huge poz cock up in your little boy pussy. I've been waiting to shoot this poz cum inside you for along time," he stated with a wide smile, then spanked my ass and said, "Let's try a different position for your first load." "Yes, daddy. Please fuck my from behind like a little slut. I won't want any of that poz cum dripping out," I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I slowly lifted myself off. My leggs were a bit sore and wobbly. He positioned me with my ass up in the air and slowly plunged back into me. His cock met a little resistence but within a few thrusts was balls deep inside me again. I reach back to cup his balls and press them against my own. It felt so sexy that I nearly came right there jostling them around and overstimulating my own. He started with some long slow strokes all the way in and out. My cock was soft but dripping precum is an understatement. It was flowing out of me and each thrust causing a new glob to ooze out. After a while a large pool was forming underneath me. After a short while he was pounding me in a way I never thought possible a few weeks ago. "oh yea, we worked that boypussy open nice and good. I didn't think you'd make it," he said with an increasing dominating and dismissive tone that only made me hornier and began bouncing back to meet his hard thrusts. "I think you have earned your first poz load. Is that what you want?" "Yes, please, daddy. Cum inside me. Keep fucking me hard.. fuck, it feels so good, don't stop... I want it.. I want your poz cum! Knock me up! Use your cum as lube!" His pace got erratic and his breathing quickened with a few grunts here and there. I could feel his cock expanding inside me. I felt so proud to take his huge cock. "Give it to me daddy... Give it to me!" He grabbed my ass with both hands while he buried his cock to the ilt and groaned in pleasure. I reach back to spread my cheeks so he could press in even further, at which point I reached back and held him tight against me as he did the same. I knew he came alot form licking his cock head all the time but It felt like even more was pulled out by my ass. A little dribble of pink cum could be sign dripping off my balls. I reach back and rubbed all th eleaking cum over my balls and cock. As the glow of his orgasm wore off, as he said, his cock stayed hard inside me. He grabbed my hand and said, "You don't get to cum yet. I'm not finished with you." He continued to fuck me a bit more in this position to really lube up my hole. Jack said, "I want to look in your eyes as I cum this time. Would you like that?" It didn't matter what he asked. "Yes, daddy, please give me more." He replied, "Okay there's too much lube in your pussy, why dont you lick my cock off and then lie down on your back." We slowly unjoined and I turned around to gleefully clean his cock. It was pink but it still tasted like his cum, so I enjoyed every moment and he definitely iked watching. I don't think his cock was ever as hard before. "Get on your back, boy" "Yes, daddy" I held my leggs by my knees and watch as the head of his cock approaching my hold, still amazed it could even fit in. By this time, I was so stretch out that he slid in balls deep in one thrust then backd out as he rested on his haunches - just the first few inches still impaled. My back arched and me head was thrown back as a reflex to the initial deep penetration. It felt so good. I was wantonly rolling my hips onto his cock greedily trying to get it all inside me again. "Please, daddy. Don't tease me." "Your greedy little boy pussy wants more? "Yes, please." "Say it...," Jack said harshly "Please keep fucking me with your big poz cock. I want to feel it work your poz cum into my hole." Jack stats to fuck again, slowly and working up to long strokes at a good pace. Without missing a beat, he puts my legs up and on his shoulders as he leans forward above me. This new position has his cock hitting a whole new zone of pleasure inside me. My cock is getting rock hard and whether he liks it or not, I'm going to cum soon. "Take that poz cock, you stupid little twink. I'm going to wreck your hole tonight. Did you see all that pink? That's me tearing you up inside. My poz cum is going to easily leach into your blood stream. For some reason this only makes me harder. I am matching his strokes trying to fuck harder and faster. I can't get enough and want more. "Fuck me daddy; it feels so good. Wreck my hole with your big poz cock. Fuck me, yeah.. Unnhh, unnhh, unh!" I can't even form words at this point. Sweat is dripping off jacks forehead. I love the salty taste and feeling it on my chest. I reach up instinctinvely to caress his tattooe. I can tell he enjoyes this. He forces me to look him in the eyes... again his rythm becomes erratice as well as is breathing. I get excited in anticipation of his second poz load. Any fears or concern are far away. As he pounds me the last few times I start shooting ahuge load - spraying all ove rthe place like a fountain. Jack is now coming inside me, again. As his orgasm subsides, he looks down on me with disappointment. "I told you not to cum, yet. You are a naughty boy. You need to be punished for your impatience. You don't get to cum until I am finished with your hole, do you understand?" "I'm sorry daddy. I couldn't stop it. Your cock feels so good and making you cum again with my ass made me so proud." "Okay, I guess your heart was in the right place," He says with a sly grin and still slowly working his hard cock inside me, getting it all gooey with cum and juices. "Let's start with you cleaning my poz cum off my cock again. But you liked that didn you, you little slut. Does that make your boy pussy cream?" Inbetween licks I reply, "Yes, daddy. It tastes so good. I like knowing you tore me up inside with the pink hue. I want your poz cum to soak into me. Do you like shooting you rpoz cum in me daddy? Does it feel good?" "Oh, yeah. Don't worry. I'll give you another load, but first we are going to have to spank that little ass of yours until its beat red." He pulls me off the bed and bends me over at my hips with my hands on a sitting bench. He pulls out a large buttplug from his bedsite drawers and says, "We can't have any of that cum oozing out of your boy pussy, now can we?" I give a yelp as he forcibly puts it inside me, "No sir. Please plug me up. I don't want to lose any of your poz cum." "Good boay, now take your punishment like a bad boy should." He slaps my ass repeatedly until it burns like fire. When I look back my right cheek has a white handprint outlined in red. It kinda feels sexy. "Okay, now you are going to ride my cock until I cum again. You don't get to cum until after I load you up, is that understaood?" "yes, daddy. I'll try my best." A little upset, he grabs my face and looks at me, "You better not, or else I'll shove this fat cock in your mouth and tear up those pretty lips of yours." This leaves me a little shaken but all I want is more cock. We get back on the bed and I slide down on his cock. It feels soo good and easily fits all the way in. I lead back and start roling my hips and bouncing on his cock as hard as I can. I can help but twitch and clench and grind on his cock, it feels so good and I am rock hard, again. "Better becareful son, I still have a little while to go." "YEs, daddy." I start pouring on the dirty talk and begging for his poz daddy cum. My cock swaying in the air is almost enough to make me explode again. We are starting each other in the eyes as I start to really work up a sweat. "Daddy, please cum in me. I can't take anymore. I'm going to cum from you big poz cock inside me. It feels so good. I want you to knock me up with you pozz babies... give it to me, yeah.. fuck... unnhhh, more.. please, god, more... fuck... " Jack grabs my hips and focrces me hard down on his cock as he starts releasing yet another huge load of poz cum into me now well-tore up hole. As I grind on his slippery cock I start ot cum again. We continue gyrate together as our orgasms subside. "That was good boy. Good job." I felt so proud. I am already thinking about the next visit before I even pull off his cock. He doesn't have to ask, as I quickly dive in to clean up his cock His cum overflowed all over his large balls, and I gladly licked those clean with his obvious approval. As I lay back on the bed, he gets up and looks down on me... I plase my fingers over my beaten hole andscope up some of his poz cum and sexily lick it off my fingers while maintaining eye contact. "Daddy, when can I come over again? My boypussy is greedy for your poz cum and your big dick!" Jack just smiled.

Alright guys, So something happened a few weeks ago that’s been on my mind ever since and can’t get it out of my head. im close to my dad, good proper man, builder, I was staying over on and off for a few weeks whilst my house was having some renovations to it. I myself am married to a woman with kids, but have bi tendencies. I’m also poz. Was staying at my dad’s with two of the kids. I’ve also got a younger brother. Dad’s always been a ladies man and always been into younger women. Probably helps that he looks nowhere near his age and is fit. Few weeks ago my younger brother who I’m close to took my kids out for the day to give me some space and I had a chance to catch up with sleep. my dad clearly didn’t realise I hadn’t gone with them. I woke up to noises, obvious sex noises. Knew it must have been my dad. Wasn’t expecting it, but thought good on him. i went outside the room on the landing, the screams didn’t sound like a woman… it was clearly a bitch but a guy. i walked as far as I could without being seen. what I saw has t left my head. It was my dad pounding the shit out of this twink. I recognised him as being my younger brothers best pal who hasn’t long since turned legal age. when I realised that I got a full hard on. ive barely functioned properly since, but I even witnessed my dad pissing on him, smacking him and body slamming him. i fucked of back to my room jerking off like crazy, an hour later it was still going on and he was fisting him!! Hardcore stuff. Went back to my room and saw him few hours later at the table my brother and kids got back. Acting like nothing happened. The lad he was fucking was there too with my bro. there’s more to this, just wondered what people’s thoughts were?

I have been wanting to share my story which is based on true events that happened November 2022. I’d been lurking on this site for years, jerking to the stories, putting myself in every single one of them. All the wildest ones had one thing in common: Tina. They swore she turned regular sex into something next-level, something spiritual. I was 31, Black, thick-ass bottom, and I finally needed to know if the hype was real. I didn’t know a single soul who sold T. My usual menu was weed and poppers, nothing harder. But I knew the code words cold: PnP, ❄️, clouds, “parTy,” ice emojis. So I opened Grindr, set the filters, and started hunting. That’s when Jess popped up. Black trans girl, gorgeous in that raw, late-night way. Profile full of ass shots and the little snowflake emoji. I sent the message before I could overthink it. Me Hey. First time ever trying Tina. Got $30 cash. Can you grab for me and keep some for yourself? Jess Hey cutie! Yeah I can help you out. $30 works. Where you at right now? Me Not far. Can pull up anywhere you say. Jess Cool. Can you pull up? I’ll come down to the car. Ten minutes? I drove a short 6 minutes to her. She walked out looking exactly like someone who’d already had a long night: wild curly wig, smeared lipstick, tiny halter top, Daisy Dukes so short the pockets hung lower than the shorts, skinny but curvy where it counted, and the biggest, friendliest smile. “Heyyy baby!” she said, sliding into my passenger seat. “You’re cute as hell. First time for real?” “For real,” I laughed, handing her the folded bills. “I don’t really know what to expect.” She took the money, tucked it in her bra, and pulled out a tiny baggie with nice shards sparkling inside. “Some straight fire. You’re gonna love her.” She handed it over with a wink. “This some good shit, trust me. Text me later and tell me how she treats you.” I thanked her, she hopped out, gave me one last smile, and that was it. Polite, quick, easy. Drove home buzzing with nerves and excitement. Got in the house, locked the door, and stared at the baggie like it was a winning lottery ticket. Didn’t have a pipe, didn’t know what the hell I was doing. So first I broke off a tiny piece, stuffed it in a Black & Mild, and smoked it like weed. Tasted awful, but twenty minutes later a warm little wave rolled through me. Not crazy, but enough to make me grin like an idiot and say out loud, “Okay… feels pretty good. I get it now.” An hour of gooning later I wanted the real deal. I took a fat about .15 shard, crushed it just a little, smeared lube all over my thick dildo on the fuck machine, and rolled the crystal right onto the tip. Got on all fours, backed up slow, and let it slide in. That famous burn hit instantly: sharp, fiery, perfect. I held still, letting it melt inside me, letting it soak in. Five minutes in, the switch flipped. My whole body lit up. My ass turned into one hungry, pulsing mouth. I started rocking back faster, then faster, then I just flipped the machine on high and let it rail me. Creamy lube started foaming around the shaft. My dick stayed soft (exactly like the stories said), and that made me even hornier. I grabbed my phone with shaky hands, opened Grindr again, and every ounce of fear was gone. Scrolled till I found him: “BBC 4 fat ass – can travel.” While the machine was still pounding me into another planet, I typed one-handed: Me Dick looking great and need BBC in this phat ass right now. Are condoms cool? I sent some ass pics and one of me on my fuck machine. His reply came instantly: “Damn! I need that… WYA.” I dropped my location (something I never, ever do). Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. I opened it and there stood Nico: tall, dark, low-cut dreads, easy smile, and the thickest nine-and-a-half-inch dick I’d ever seen already swinging heavy in his sweats. I pulled him straight to the bedroom, dropped to my knees, and inhaled that beautiful, veiny monster raw. I never liked sucking dick before; it was just foreplay. Tina turned me into a different man. I worshipped that dick like it was paying my rent. A few minutes of sloppy head and I was already spinning around, spreading my cheeks. “Condom?” I managed to gasp. He rolled one on, lined up, and sank in balls-deep. Nothing in my life had ever felt that good. Every stroke lit me up from the inside. I was moaning like a porn star, pushing back, begging him to go harder. Ten minutes of pounding and Nico groaned, slammed deep, and filled the rubber. I wanted more. Went to clean him off with my mouth, but he laughed, pulled away: “Too sensitive, bro.” I joked, “If you’re sensitive now, imagine if you would’ve fucked me raw and came inside.” That made him grin wide. “Tell you what, my boy’s at the hotel with me and he loved your pics. But he only plays raw. You want both of us to run a train on that ass raw?” I froze for a second. My ass was twitching, and the thought of raw dick for the first time, by not one guy but two, which would also mean my first creampies ever… I knew this was a crossroad. A choice that would change everything. Then I smiled. “Give me ten minutes to shower and I’m there.” I closed the door behind Nico and hopped in the shower quick, water steaming hot. While I rinsed off I slid two soapy fingers inside myself, feeling how loose and hungry I still was, picturing Nico and his boy taking turns with those big raw dicks, pumping load after load deep in my guts, watching it drip down my thighs all night. I laughed under the spray, soft-dicked and hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Then I paused, towel in hand, staring at the little baggie still sitting on the counter. I wanted another bump, bad. Just enough to keep the fire roaring when those two raw dicks got in me. But I wasn’t stupid; I still had to drive across town, and the first booty-bump was already singing loud in my blood. I broke off a small shard anyway, slipped it into a tiny fold of paper, and tucked it deep in my sweats pocket with a single dab of lube in a travel packet I grabbed from the drawer. Plan was set: soon as I parked at the hotel, I’d hop in the back seat, reach back quick, slide it in, and let it melt while I walked inside already buzzing harder than ever. They’d never know I was secretly topping myself off. I threw on fresh grey sweats grabbed my keys, and headed out the door. Two raw loads were waiting… and in ten minutes I was gonna be freshly spun and ready to beg for both of them. End...for now.

Okay, this is gonna be longish. i went back a half hour, presumptuously, because of your comment that your "ranting" started the last fifteen minutes... so i may have taken you too literally (though in my defense, i did go back 30 minutes lol). Right before writing my response though, you rescued me from my folly and i went back to the 20' mark and listed to Jons question, and the subsequent response, so i'll start there. At ~20' mark Jon asks: "Did they conceive of immigration. Did they see themselves as homogenous. Did they view the fissures between, let's say, Baptist and Lutheran and Calvinist and Quaker. Did they view those fissures as anything other than just disagreement civically, or did they see some of those things as more uniquely American. Did they think Protestant was American. Catholic was, well, maybe we can teach them?" Guelzo responds, as you mentioned, with a reference to black in the military, citing Washington... but i think he also replies to the religion question, though not specifically using any of the four Christian sects, he uses Jewish religion... but the quote from Washington, and the point being made doesn't strike me as a deflection, maybe even more inclusive since he (Washington) included Jewish religion? i agree that (and even wish) that there was more discussion on religion, but i think his response was less specific in maybe an attempt to include race vs exclude religion? He answers: "The leader of the Jewish congregation in Newport Rhode Island, write to him. They're very anxious. What's going to be our future. Are we going to be part of this American experiment? And his response, which i strongly suspect was written by Alexander Hamilton, "this government gives to bigotry no sanction, gives to persecution, no assistance, and asks only that the members of it behave as good citizens." It's the only standard that Washington lays out." At the ~54' mark, Jon asks: ...what is the bias [lists nations of origin then asks]: "Who are the heritage Americans?... "is it their religion? Is it where they are from? Their complexion?" At ~1:03 Guelzo, i think, responds more to the whole question instead of parsing out just religion. To me, he seems to respond to Jons list as a group vs individually. While i think religion has played a far bigger role in this country than this discussion goes into, i do not get the feel the respondents were avoiding or deflecting? Guelzo responds: "...Some say-if you're going to have a nation, it must be built out of these very solid materials, like race, or religion, or language, or culture." So, Guelzo includes religion on a an inclusive list that he juxtaposes against building a nation on an "idea." He goes on for a bit on the divisiveness of those "materials," and ends up with an all encompassing , (and hopefully less divisive?) label ("title") of "citizen" for those who would be part of the "American experiment." I wonder if he is looking to find a way to supersede (transcend?) the former list of what "some say... a nation must be built of"? He concludes: "Everything else [including religion?] is temporary. Everything else is improvisatory." A conclusion that would no doubt have the writers of the pledge of allegiance up in arms, not to mention those who wrote the Declaration "...all men are created equal, endowed by their creator....." Hmm, maybe some gay influence, writing of how men are "endowed?" Guelzo goes on to grouse that he's been labeled "...everything from a Trotskyist to a Christian Nationalist." Which may speak more to the perception of the hearers than the state of being of Guelzo? At the 1:13:30' mark, Guelzo seems to depart from quoting elitists, as does Freeman. They both end by quoting a 'common?' citizen: Guelzo quotes a Swedish immigrant writing to his family in Sweden: "....my cap is not worn out by having to take it off when a rich man rides by in his carriage." Freeman quotes a "someone" (apparently another non elitist? "...when i'm on the street, i do not need to bow down to someone, i can actually stand up." If nothing else, this post is colorful? my response to the video has been adjusted though, added too? i do think Jon's interview (and most discussions of this sort) would benefit from inclusion of someone from the proverbial 'other side.' i wonder if he could have gotten a history professor from Hillsdale College?

Chapter 2 – Used, but Not Abused Chapter 1 describes a night when I was abducted from the home of my new buddy, Zak. Zak knew about my fantasy, and it seems that he was making it come true. I’m wearing a blindfold (about the only thing I’m wearing), and I’ve been taken to a warehouse, put in a sling, fed some clouds, and given what seems to be a good-sized booty bump. My ass has been filled with a toy, but now a guy has his fist in me and is having me do some poppers. I took one deep inhale and let it out. I held the second one in for as long as possible to let the potent fumes take hold of my brain. As they hit, I felt the guy begin to move deeper into my ass. This guy knew how to treat an ass! He was slowly crawling further into me, taking his time as he felt his way through my ass. He’d go a little deeper, pull back, then slide more of his hand into me. All the time, he was flexing his hand and fingers, probing my walls and providing excellent sensations inside me. Of course, the poppers heightened the feelings, and I was grunting and moaning. I understood that my ass was about to be treated to a wonderful experience, and I was more than ready to do whatever they wanted. He did a great job working over my ass. He didn’t go too deep, but really concentrated his efforts on opening me up. His hand spent a lot of time at that point, right before it slipped in all the way, twisting and flexing to ensure that my ass was ready for whatever came next. He took his time, rubbing up against the walls of my ass and giving my prostate some focus. Even with my cock in the cage, it dripped out some precum, which slid down and mixed with the lube. “Give me a bigger one,” he growled at someone. He kept fisting me while the new toy was being lubed up. He slowly withdrew his hand, and then the toy was placed at my hole. He pushed it in, and my greedy ass swallowed it with ease. “Damn, that ass is hungry!” I moaned my agreement, and the guy started to really work me over with the new toy. He was pushing, twisting, flexing, and pumping it in and out of my ass. Several times, he pulled it all the way out before sinking it back in, giving me that wonderful feeling that comes when my ass is first penetrated. He slowed down eventually, then told me to hold the dildo in place so that it was ready for the next guy. I reached down to grab it, but he wanted me to hold it in with just my ass. Since everything was well lubed and the toy was long and a consistent thickness, I needed to use gravity to assist in holding it in, so I levered my ass higher in the air, keeping the dildo firmly seated. The first guy must have moved away from the sling, and another guy took his place. He grabbed my legs and pushed me to lie back in the sling. He quickly pulled out the dildo and probed around my hole with his fingers. “Fucking hot hole!” Man, I love it when a guy appreciates my ass like that. I pulsed my hole to open and close it, eliciting a growl of approval from the new guy. “Poppers." I took the hose, put the plugs in my nose, and inhaled deeply. The fumes filled my brain and made me even more of an ass pig than normal. Once he knew they had penetrated my brain, he shoved his hand in my ass. He was going deep. I felt him slide quickly through my entrance, and then he began his descent into my deepest areas. With the poppers and the T flowing through my body, I was totally focused on my ass, and it opened nicely for him. He was soon at that bend that marks the entrance to my colon. His fingers probed around a bit, both to find the path and tease it open. When he knew the way, and it was opened for him, he slid his fingers through and was into my colon. Fuck, this is amazing! I decided on my own to do some poppers, which made the other guys laugh. They were excited to have found a bottom who could match their top energies. Of course, if the tables were turned, today or another day, I’d be happy to top any of them, too. The poppers sent me to another place. All I was aware of was what was going on in my ass. He was expertly massaging my innermost walls, understanding that the slightest move on his part translates to seismic waves in my ass. He played lightly, occasionally moving back and forth, but mostly just feeling around and flexing his hand. Feeling the muscles of his arm expand and contract as he flexed in my ass was exhilarating, and I was one happy bottom. He asked one of the other guys to give him a plug for my ass. While they were prepping it, he slowly removed his hand. He took his time on the pullout, ensuring that he hit all the right spots on the way. When his hand was out, he shoved in a large butt plug to keep my ass open. “We need to smoke more.”

In my private life I am a submissive bottom who hopes one day to serve an Alpha as his manwife so I believe I fit the profile of a faggot.

One reason, besides it feel fucking awesome feeling the insides of a cum slut, was that condoms never fit correctly. My cock is much thicker at the base, so it a condom was comfortable, it always slipped off. If it was snug and stayed on, it was uncomfortable and I quickly lost my erection. So bare has been my way of life.

YES SIR

The first time I got fucked was bareback. I got fucked one time with a condom and I hated it. I want to feel that cum inside me

@versmetropig, @Gaz27, and @powermonkey007 - you can see why I like this story ...

5 days ago. I ran into an old teacher from middle school at a restaurant. we went into the bathroom and he fucked me. just like middle school

Yeah, I think in this respect the internet sux, but all new toilet blocks here are genderless individual cubicles now no urinals. When I had my first job, with a lot of driving, there was basically a spot in every town (or half the urinals in the city) where every time I would stop to take a piss, there would be some dude to jack me off or blow me (which is what I wanted at the time), peep holes and glory holes everywhere. Now there are just a few spots, mostly parks, but I give or get a raw load or two every other time I stop by. I am giving or getting more cum in my ass than ever, but mostly the apps are 90% talk and 10% action.

I don't know if this makes me a self-hating gay, but the hottest thing of all is when a straight man calls me a faggot. My whole body quivers and I just wanna drop to my knees and beg to be his slave.

it is o exciting as the top call me "slut" or "whore"

Here is a new version of Part 8. I realized that I did a shit job of proofreading the first version last night. I blame the wine. *** Freshman Project: Jason (Part 8, revised) After Blake had recovered from his orgasm, he picked Jason up and set him on the couch. “Stay right here, I’m going to get us more water,” he said. Jason had a goofy grin on his face as he watched Blake, his cock still hanging out the front of his spandex shorts, go grab two water bottles from over by the DJ both. The DJ leaned over and said something to Blake and looked back at Jason. Blake shook his head as he replied and then carried the bottles back to the couch, sitting down next to Jason. He opened one of the bottles then handed it to Jason, “Drink up.” Jason drank some water as he watched Blake dig into his hip pouch and pull out the small bag that had the ecstasy boosters. Blake popped one into his mouth then took a gulp from his bottle of water to wash it down. He held out the other tab to Jason, “Here, take this, it will help keep these feelings going until its time for us to head home.” “Yes, Sir,” said Jason. He grabbed the tablet and quickly swallowed it down with a gulp of water. Jason was still horny and turned on after the intense fuck that took his virginity as he was still rolling and the horny house music was pounding through his body. He looked into Blake’s lap and saw the cock that had taken his virginity and injected the first toxic load into his ass. He slid off the couch and positioned himself between Blake’s thighs, then looked up at his Master, his eyes full of need. “Please Sir, may I suck your cock?” Blake looked down at the cute young twink sitting between his knees. Just a few weeks ago he had been a repressed little recovering jesus freak and now he was his drugged up sex slave. Blake nodded then grabbed the back of the boy’s head, feeling his sweaty hair in his palm as he pulled the boy to his cock. Jason immediately buried his face into Jason’s crotch and started licking his lube and cum covered cock. He was rolling and didn’t care that the dick he was licking and nuzzling had just been in his ass. When he first left home for college he would have pretended to be disgusted at that fact, but now his inner pig had been released and he loved the fact he was tasting the his ass and Blake’s cum. He lost track of time as he licked and suck on Blake’s semi-hard cock. He was in his own little world that was only broken when he felt a finger start to rub up and down his ass crack. His awareness returned to him and realized there was someone kneeling on the ground next to him. “Welcome to the family brother, is it okay if I eat your ass and taste our Master’s cum?” said a voice next to him he could barely hear over the music. Jason pulled his mouth of Blake’s cock and turned to see Aiden’s face just a couple inches away from his own. A quick wave of regret passed through the freshly deflowered twink as he remembered how much he had hated the flamboyant fag when he first saw him. Over the last few weeks he realized the reason he hated Aiden was that he was envious of the obvious slut and jealous of how comfortable the boy was with everyone know he was a sex object for men to use. The MDMA was hitting him from the booster and all his past hatred, jealously, and envy was washed away with feelings of love. Aiden wasn’t someone to hate or fear, he was his brother in his newfound religion, they both had been baptized by their priest of lust with his toxic seed. He didn’t answer in words but leaned over and kissed Aiden. Their lips both parted and their tongues communicated their mutual lust to taste the traces of Blake’s cum that lingered in Jason’s mouth. “Good boys,” said Blake as he stroked both twinks’ heads as they made out with each other on the floor in front of him. Eventually the two teens broke their french kiss and Jason returned to sucking his cock as Aiden moved behind Jason and helped the boy onto all fours so the nineteen year old could get his tongue into the eighteen year old’s ass. Aiden alternated between tonguing the newest member of the family’s puffy hole and roughly sticking his finger into the boy’s ass, doing his best to scratch up the boy’s rectal walls to help Blake’s potent semen gain access to Jason’s bloodstream. At first Jason would give a little yelp and pull away, but eventually it dawned on the drugged up boy what Aiden was doing and why, so he stopped pulling away and pressed his ass back against Aiden’s finger whenever it entered him. Eventually he felt Aiden’s head banging against his butt as the finger and tongue disappeared. He took a moment to give his jaw a break and pulled off of Blake’s cock which had regained its full erect glory. He looked back to see what was happening. Aiden was on all fours behind him, his head pressed against Jason’s ass as the DJ was squatting behind Aiden, his hands around Aiden’s hips as he drove his cock in and out of Aiden’s ass. “Get up and sit on my cock,” commanded Blake as he gently hooked his hands under Jason’s armpits and pulled him up off the floor. Jason went to sit down facing Blake but the jock turned him around and had him sit with his back against his chest. “I want everyone to see you as you ride me and I want you to see everyone watching us,” said Blake his he lowered the boy down onto his erect nine and half inch cock. Jason, with Blake’s help, bounced up and down on his Master’s cock as he fondled his own still soft cock. The feeling of Blake’s hands on him along with his own hand on his limp dick, combined with the thick cock in ass was a sensory overload. He was feeling everything and nothing at the same time. He did as Blake asked and tried to focus on the crowd around them. The number of people in the loft had doubled since they first came up there. Most were busy having sex in their own little worlds, but some where looking his way, including Aiden who was right in front of him getting pounded doggy style by the DJ who had obviously put a prerecorded set of tracks on so he could enjoy the fun. Jason smiled at all the people watching him get fucked for the second time that night. The DJ was a probably a mid-twenties black guy with dreds. He was staring at Jason has he pounded Aiden with a dick from what brief glimpses Jason saw was probably just a little smaller than Blake’s. He felt’s Blake’s breath on his neck as the jock leaned forward, “Raymond asked if he could fuck you while I was getting us waters. I told him no and that he would have to make due with Aiden tonight. I love seeing my boys get fucked by other men, but I don’t want you getting fucked by anyone else until I make sure you’re pregnant with my sons coursing through your veins. You understand?” Blake emphasized the part by giving a particularly hard thrust up into Jason’s ass. Jason leaned back and let all his weight rest against Blake’s chest as he fucked up into him. Blake moved his hands from the boy’s hips and ran them over his sweaty stomach and chest. “Yes Sir, I am yours to command,” he said melted into his Master. “Now and forever,” said Blake into his ear. Raymond started grunting loudly as he unloaded into Aiden’s ass then pulled out, stood up, and returned to his turntables. Aiden crawled up and squeezed onto the couch next to Blake. The two kissed for a minute as Blake continued to bounce Jason on his lap. When they broke their kiss, Blake told Aiden, “Break’s over, time to get back to work.” “Yes Sir,” said Aiden as he got up off the couch, rearranged his clothes so we was presentable and started circulating through the crowd. Jason was too far gone to pay attention to anything other than the music and Blake’s cock in his ass so he didn’t realize that Aiden was quickly quite popular and many pills and small baggies exited his fanny pack to be replaced by wads of bills. Sometime later, Jason found himself on the dance floor with Blake holding his hips as they danced to the music. Jason was still completely naked and Blake’s cock was still hanging out of his shorts. He was definitely starting to feel like the high from the ecstasy was wearing off. He was starting to feel tired but not sleepy. He leaned into Blake. The older boy recognized that Jason was starting to come down. Without saying anything he led the boy off the dance floor and back to the coat check. Without saying much they got their street clothes back on and Blake packed up everything else into his backpack. They held hands as they headed to the waterfront and walked along it. They saw the Bay Bridge all lit up in lights and by the time the sun started to light up the eastern sky they made their way back to the train station and caught the first train of the morning south. They arrived back at Blake’s apartment a little after seven on Sunday. They had a quick rinse in the shower then lay in Blake’s bed smoking bowl after bowl of weed until they fell asleep cuddling together listing to mellow music.

I'd been hooking up with a lawyer guy (was strictly a top - he loved getting barebacked in his pool). Had a minor legal issue. I called him to find out how to hire someone to represent me. He offered to do it. I was surprised as he's pretty high-powered. Asked what his fee was he said he'd do it for free, but that he "wanted my ass." I became his willing bareback bottom boy for a year. We fucked in and out of his house, in his office, and one time i was the middle guy fucking his twink boyfriend while he fucked me. Legal issue was dealt with, and I felt like such a fucking prostitute.

Thanks, jamobile. I worked with Max Sohl (Treasure Island's NYC producer) between 2004 and 2010 and appear in 6 DVD's. Doing porn was on my bucket list for years, and I enjoyed every one of the scenes. I now live in northern California, enjoy loads of sex, including Horse Markets in SF, Customer Appreciation Days at Mr. S Leather in SF, and lots of private sex parties. I'm polyamorous and have a husband as well as one serious partner. And I still am a total top, and I love breeding!

Bottom here. Went to a cruising area. A regular came up to my car and signaled me in the woods. I followed him into the woods and started to facefuck me. Another guy came up to watch... he turned me around and started to fuck me then the other guy came up and fucked my face. They both came in me then we all left. Went home to the bf after lol.

Chapter 6 (Redux) The sling room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of something sweet and intoxicating. Nate lay back, his heart pounding in his chest as Geoff loomed over him, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and something darker, more primal. Geoff's fingers traced the contours of Nate's chest, lingering on the small, sensitive nipples, making Nate gasp and arch his back. "You're so responsive, Dad," Geoff murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I can feel your heartbeat racing. You're ready for this, aren't you?" Nate's mind raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. What was he getting into? He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but it was enough. Brandon, standing nearby, leaned in, his breath hot on Nate's ear. "We're going to take good care of you, Nate. You're special to us." His hand cupped Nate's cheek, thumb gently stroking his skin. Nate leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Geoff reached for the lube, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. He spread it warmly across his palms, ensuring it was evenly distributed before reaching down to Nate's cock, already hard and leaking. "Look at you," Geoff said, his voice thick with lust. "So ready for us." Nate whimpered as Geoff's fingers circled his length, slick and sure. Brandon's hand joined Geoff's, the two of them working in tandem, their touches synchronized and expert. Nate's hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the pleasure they were building. "Easy, easy," Brandon soothed, his other hand pressing gently on Nate's stomach, holding him down. "We've got you. Just feel." Nate did feel. Every touch, every caress, every whisper of their skin against his sent shivers of pleasure through his body. He was lost in sensation, his world narrowing down to the points where they touched him, where they teased and tantalized. Geoff's fingers slipped lower, tracing the sensitive skin behind Nate's balls, then lower still, to his entrance. Nate tensed slightly, a instinctive reaction, but Geoff's soothing touches and soft words kept him grounded. "Relax, Dad. We're not going to hurt you... unless you want us to." Nate took a deep breath, trying to relax, to open himself up to Geoff. Geoff's finger pressed gently against his entrance, then slipped inside, a foreign and overwhelming sensation. Nate gasped, his body clenching around the intrusion. "Shh, it's okay," Brandon murmured, his lips pressed to Nate's forehead. "Just breathe. Let him in." Nate did, his body slowly relaxing as Geoff's finger moved inside him, stretching and preparing him. A second finger joined the first, and Nate moaned, a sound of pleasure and pain mixed together. He was full, so full, and it was overwhelming. Geoff leaned down, his lips capturing Nate's in a deep, hungry kiss. Nate kissed back, his arms wrapping around Geoff's neck, pulling him closer. He could feel Geoff's cock, hard and insistent, pressing against his thigh. He wanted it, wanted to feel it inside him, filling him completely. Brandon's hand wrapped around Nate's cock, stroking in time with Geoff's fingers inside him. Nate was a mess of sensation, his body on fire, his mind a blur of pleasure and need. He was so close, so close to the edge, and he knew, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that when he went over, it would be with them. With Geoff and Brandon, his family, his lovers, his everything. The room was filled with the sweet scent of poppers, and Nate took a deep inhale, feeling the rush of euphoria course through his veins. His senses heightened, every touch more intense, every sound more pronounced. He could hear the soft slaps of skin on skin, the wet sounds of Brandon's hand on his cock, the ragged breaths of his lovers. Geoff pulled back, his fingers slipping out of Nate. "Ready for more, Dad?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Nate nodded, his eyes glazed with desire and the effects of the poppers. "Yes, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Geoff reached for the syringe and the rubber band. He tied the band tightly around his own arm above the elbow, then inserted the needle into a vein below it. Geoff hissed slightly as the meth entered his bloodstream, his eyes fluttering closed as the rush hit him. He removed the needle and raised his arm, speeding the drug's flow through his body. Geoff coughed a few times, his body adjusting to the sudden influx of the stimulant. Brandon turned his attention to Nate, repeating the process. Nate tensed as the needle pierced his skin, but Brandon's soothing words and gentle touch kept him calm. Nate coughed harder than Geoff, his body unfamiliar with the sensation, but Brandon held him close, helping him through it. Geoff, high and eager, moved between Nate's legs, his cock hard and ready. He pressed the head against Nate's entrance, and Nate took a deep breath, trying to relax. Geoff pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling Nate completely. Nate moaned, a low, guttural sound, as he felt Geoff's cock stretch him, fill him, complete him. It was overwhelming, the sensation of being so full, of being claimed and possessed in such an intimate way. Geoff started to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. Nate met each thrust, his body rising to meet Geoff's, their movements synchronized and fluid. It was a dance, a primal, instinctive dance of two bodies coming together, of two souls intertwining. Nate's hands roamed Geoff's body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the dips and valleys of his skin. He explored every inch of Geoff, mapping him out with his touch, committing him to memory. Geoff was his, completely and utterly his, and Nate wanted to know every inch of him, every secret, every desire. Geoff's pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more insistent. Nate met each one, his body rising to meet Geoff's, their movements a frenzy of need and desire. They were lost in each other, lost in the sensation of their bodies coming together, of their souls intertwining. Nate could feel the pressure building, the coil of tension in his gut, the promise of release just out of reach. He chased it, his body moving in time with Geoff's, their rhythm a perfect, primal syncopation. And then, with a final, deep thrust, Geoff sent Nate over the edge. Nate cried out, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, leaving him a trembling, boneless mess in Geoff's arms. Geoff followed soon after, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside Nate, filling him completely, marking him as his own. "I love you so much, Daddy," Geoff whispered tearfully, his voice choked with emotion. They lay there for a long moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Nate could feel Geoff's heartbeat, strong and steady, against his chest, and he knew, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that he was home. He was where he was meant to be, with Geoff, his son, his lover, his family, his everything.

Thursday night - 8 pm. I turn to Drew and smile at him. He looks at me a little sheepishly, eyes glazed over from the G he drank earlier. Kid looks fucking happy and dreamy. “Drew, I want you to watch what I do. Okay? I want you to know what’s happening each step of the way. You follow?” “Yessir.” His answer made my dick leak a little in my jeans. Seeing a boy so willing and open gets my juices going. I’ve done my fair share of corruption. But once in a while, having someone willing to explore and find their chemmed-up piggy side without too much fuss is fucking awesome. You can just enjoy the show as they discover themselves. “This is Tina. Crystal. This is going to make our time together even hotter. You understand?” “Yessir.” “Good. This is really good dope. It’s going to make you feel so good and so very horny. I’m going to take some out of this bag and break it up. It’s going to go into this glass pipe. There are different kinds of pipes in the drawer, but let’s start with this one. We’ll get to the others later.” “Some people use the long end of the glass pipe to scoop up the broken bits from the bag. Or you can use a piece of folded paper. You pour the broken shards onto the paper and then slide the crystals into the pipe. Whatever way you do it, I want you to always pay attention. Don’t spill any. If you crush it too fine, just leave it in the bag, and we’ll do something else with it. I prefer to have shards this size in the pipe. You follow?” “Yessir.” “Listen to the sound of Tina going in the pipe. You’re going to love that sound, Drew. Just hearing it will make your heart race. Now, hold the pipe between your fingers, and I’ll show you how to use the torch.” “It’s a simple click, but the key is not to get it too close to the pipe. With your other hand, you’re going to bring the torch up to the ball. Remember, not too close, then slowly melt the crystals. As soon as you see wisps of smoke, turn away from the pipe and exhale the air from your lungs. Then I want you to bring the pipe up, close your pretty lips around it, and inhale. Keep going until you can’t breathe anymore. Got it?" Drew knows how to follow instructions well. He takes the pipe and keeps breathing until he turns to me and indicates he can’t take in any more smoke. I nod and encourage him to keep inhaling. “You can do it, boy. Keep going. Make your daddy and uncle proud.” He did one more inhale through his nose and sucked up the smoke. “Okay, go ahead and slowly blow it out.” Drew blows out a huge cloud and has a bright smile on his face, knowing he just did a great job. He watched the clouds drift in the air, mesmerized. We don’t rest on our laurels, though. “Not bad. I want you to do it four more times and try to get bigger and bigger clouds. Make it really thick. As soon as I say that, I put my hand on his right leg and rub the inside of his thigh. God, his smooth skin feels so good. I circle near his crotch, but not going too near it yet. I want him to get seriously spun first. Drew goes on to hit the pipe, one after another. Jack’s looking over, smiling. I can see his hard-on through his jeans. He loves watching this up close. “Uncle Jack. What do you think? How’s our boy doing? “Amazing. How do you feel, Drew?” As soon as Drew finishes his fourth hit, he leans back on the couch. Eyes wide open, his left hand is already mindlessly groping his dick through his shorts. “I feel great! Wow, I’m already horny! “Good! Go over and sit on your Uncle Jack’s lap, Drew. We want you to keep hitting the pipe while he watches you up close.” Drew gets up, a little shaky, which gives me a moment to palm his crotch and squeeze his tight, plump ass. He gives a slight moan and breathes in. His body is probably tingling already. I know mine is, and I haven’t had any hits since I left the house. He sits on Jack and leans back. Jack’s hands are all over his torso, going under his shirt, feeling him up and down. Jack then takes his left hand to move Drew’s head so they can make out. I can see spit and their tongues dancing. While they do this, I take the pipe and take a big hit myself. I get up over the two of them and lean over to blow it into Drew’s mouth while Jack goes back to tweaking Drew’s nips. Drew’s legs are over Jack’s, back to spread open. He’s going to be in this position a lot over the next few days. I move the coffee table back and kneel between their legs. I hand Drew the pipe and torch and instruct him to take a few more hits, blowing each one to Uncle Jack while they make out. I tell him I want to see big, thick clouds leaving Jack. As Drew goes back and hits the pipe, I get a chance to look more closely at his beautiful legs. Kid must be a runner or works out a lot. Who knows how long Jack had to go fishing to get this boy, but I’m glad he found someone who wants to experience this. I move close to his crotch and take a deep inhale. Mmmm, freshly certified bottom boy. I lean in and lightly lick the exposed area on the side of his shorts. I hear the click of the lighter as he continues to take hits of the pipe, while Uncle Jack plays with his nips. This kid’s a natural. Jack’s whispering something to Drew. I can’t hear it exactly, but I can tell that Drew is getting hard with Tina and dirty talk. I reach in and grab his growing cock under his shorts, and fish it to the side. I lick the side of his cock and get it wet and sloppy. I love being between a bottom’s legs while they’re taking hits. Pushing more of his gym shorts to the side, I move to the head of his cock and spit on it, getting it wet before going in and sucking his cock. He’s starting to moan between hits. I think he’s done 10 total so far. I can feel his cock get even harder in my mouth. I move my tongue to the slit of his cock, and he leaks a little precum. It’s sweet and tasty. “Jack, let’s get Drew naked.” I grab his shorts and pull them down, while Jack takes off Drew’s shirt. Love a naked boy while we’re both still wearing our clothes. To be fair, my cock is aching to get out. But there will be more than enough time to get naked. We’re not in a rush. For now, Jack and I love the contrast. He looks so fresh and fuckable. I run my hands over his light brown bush. Can’t wait to take this off later. I go back to sucking him, while Drew makes out with Jack again. Jack is still playing with Drew’s nipples and chest. By the end of this weekend, boy’s going to have eraser-size nips. Drew’s fully hard now in my mouth. His dick is glossy and warm from my spit. He gives me the pipe, and I take a big hit before going back down on his cock. I give him a sloppy wet blowjob, smoke coming out of the sides of my mouth and nose. I look up to see Drew smiling. I know he’s feeling good now. Jack says to Drew, “No shame in this house. If you want a hit, just take the pipe or ask for it. We’ll instruct you to take hits, too, but I want you to do whatever you want, say whatever you want with us. Okay?” As soon as Drew nods a yes, Jack takes Drew’s legs and folds them so that Drew’s feet are on Jack’s knees. This gives me full access to Drew’s pink hole. It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see it loaded with our cum and spit, gaped. “Let your daddy see your hole, Drew.” I lean in and start to kiss around it. I stick my tongue out and make a line of spit in between his balls and his boy hole. Jack grabs Drew’s cock and starts to slowly jack him. I go in further and give his hole a kiss. There are a few faint hairs. We’ll get that off later too. I then stick my tongue out and start to move it around the hole, before straightening it out and sticking it inside. It tastes so good. Drew’s moaning with my tongue inside, and Jack playing with his cock. Drew moves his right hand down to paw at Jack’s cock through his jeans. We must have been in this position for ten minutes before I surface for air. “Good boy! You taste amazing. Now, I want you to get between Uncle Jack's legs and take out his cock out of his jeans. I'm going to be right behind you tasting your hole some more."

The elevator opened on the 12th floor, and it was a short walk down the hall to Jack's apartment. I could feel my metal cock ring tighten around my quickly hardening cock. My pulse started racing an hour earlier when Jack messaged me to come over. He had a surprise for me. I never say no to one of Jack's surprises. They usually involve some hot, spun-out bottom that he's smoked out or slammed for the first time. That was Jack's specialty: finding an innocent young thing, usually from one of the nearby colleges. It didn't take me long to get ready. It was a Thursday night, and I didn't have to work until Monday. As soon as I had gotten home from work, I turned up the music and got a freshly bought eightball of Tina out of the safe. My dealer, Henry, always has the best shit. The crystals were usually large and chunky, well-made shit. I break a large, solid shard into smaller pieces and load the water bong before turning on the TV. Frozen on the screen is the face of a beautiful twink, eyes wide like saucers, cum dripping from the side of his mouth. This was an amateur gangbang that I filmed last month, and that boy was memorable. I'll have to get in his hole again soon. I hit play, and the camera pans to Kevin, a buddy of mine. Kevin's a tall, hot, lean, vers guy who loves partying. Kevin's jacking his big cock and eating the twink's pink hole between his spread legs. Kevin then takes his big hands and holds the boy's legs further apart, causing the boy to moan loudly. Kevin's eating that fresh hole like he's never going to eat boy hole ever again. It's so sloppy and wet. I get the torch, the 'click' signals the start of a fucking great evening. Those first few hits are always amazing. I like to let the smoke drift out slowly, in big, white, heavy clouds that you can't see through. My shoulders relax, my cock gets chubby, and my mind starts to go to all kinds of places. Usually involving a hot, smooth hole loaded with loads of cum. I get out of my clothes and lay out a few things for the night: my metal cock ring for my fat eight-inch cock, jeans, a white shirt, and my party bag. In the bag are a bottle of G, a loaded pipe, boner pills, a teener of Tina, and six points ready to go, with .5 of Tina already prepped in each. I take off my clothes and take a few hits before getting in the shower. My skin and body are tingling from Tina. That feeling is delicious, especially with the hot water splashing my body. You could say I'm a muscle daddy. I'm 6'1", somewhat hairy chest, arms, and thighs. I can already see some white hairs. It used to bug me, but the boys love it. And I get off on seeing the contrast between my rough, hairy arms and their smooth bodies. I've worked out my entire life, so I'm fit, but I don't make it my life. Athletic enough so I can fuck for days. I clean up with soap, but don't use anything fragrant. I love the smell of a man, especially a man in heat. It's fucking amazing, and my chem boys are intoxicated by the scent. Sometimes, they'll just lie next to me on the bed or couch for hours, smelling my pits, and making out. At the same time, we smoke each other out, while he rubs his cock against my leg, leaking precum. Before long, we’ve got our hands wrapped around each other's boners, jacking each other off, and edging each other the entire time. Sometimes, I'll just turn off the porn on the TV, and it's just us talking nasty and being connected to one another. Porn is fucking hot, but I love it when it's just me and the bottom, verbalizing everything twisted in our heads, turning each other on, between hits of the pipe. It never fails: I always get spun out bottom boys hard while talking nasty to them in this position. I'm drying off when I get Jack's text. "Dude, I have a surprise for you. Don't miss it! Bring whatever you want, but I've also got us well-covered. Can you admin tonight? I know how much that turns you on when it's a newbie!" Attached is a photo of a hot kid. He must be in his early twenties, fit, with a beautiful, smooth face, pretty dick-sucking lips, and a nice smile. He's sitting at the kitchen table with clothes on, a t-shirt, and a baseball hat, so he must have just gotten there. A can of Coke and an empty glass in front. That's usually Jack's signal that he's about to give a guy some G. Jack loves to share with me. We have the same tastes, and though we like to party hard, we keep each other in check and make sure we’re okay. There’s a time and place for everything, and like me, he loves a ritual, especially when it comes to partying. The fucking is just one part of the entire thing. We’re both generous, and we like to keep the bottom right on the edge. Pliable enough so they’ll want to do everything, but not totally out of their wits, unless it’s something they’ve agreed to in advance. There’s a small group of us who are good buddies: me, Jack, Kevin, Henry, and Dwayne. They usually end up at Kevin’s sooner or later. But usually, Kevin likes to start a little more low-key. Get the seduction going, working the bottom over so they’re twisted and ready for anything. I slide the cock ring on, get dressed, and put my party bag in a backpack. I hit the water bong 8 times in a row, finishing what’s in the bowl. The scene on the TV is a close-up of my big raw rock sliding in the boy’s cummy hole over and over again. Good times. I put the pipe away in the safe, turn off the TV, and hop in the car. It’s just a quick 20-minute drive over to Jack’s place, and I’m buzzing. The walk down Jack’s hallway is such a fucking turn on. My entire body knows this walk so well. My heart is beating so fast, and my cock is full-on chubby and tight in my jeans. I have a key to Jack’s place and go right in and lock the door behind me. The place is dark, with just a few night lights turned on. I turn right and, around the corner, see a light from the big screen TV in the living room. On the couch is the bottom boy, clearly in G heaven. The college boy’s still got his baseball hat on, but this time he’s got a loose tank top on, and is wearing short gym shorts with nothing on underneath. He must have shed his street clothes and changed into this outfit. From the side of his shorts, I can see some hair on his bush and a bit of his cock. He’s sitting in between Jack’s legs, head nodding, with Jack’s left hand holding the tank aside so he could play with the boy’s right nip. There’s porn on, some tweaked out looking guys that I don’t recognize. Must be a new amateur one from one of Jack’s many buddies on Telegram. Jack sees me, but the boy doesn’t. I stay to the side for a minute, watching. Jack takes each of the boy's legs and puts them over his own, so the boy's legs are spread-eagled. The short shorts show even a little more of what’s underneath. Jack then takes his right hand and glides it down the boy’s body, down the shorts. The boy moans a little, and Jack whispers in his ear, “You going to be a good boy for me, Drew?”Jack’s slowly jacking the boy’s cock with his left while his right hand is playing with his nips. “God, boy, you feel so good. You’re going to let your Uncle Jack do what he wants with you? I want you to feel really, really good. Especially for your first time partying. You’re going to want to do it with Uncle Jack and his buddies all the time.” While he’s saying this, I can see Drew grind his ass on Jack’s crotch. Jack’s hand roaming all over his body, but eventually lifting Drew’s tank top a bit so he can access both his nips with his both hands. I see Drew’s taught stomach and a small faint line of brown hair going down his torso to his crotch. “Drew, my good buddy, is here. I want you to meet him.” I step out of the shadow and say hello. “Hi, Drew. I’m glad to meet you. How’re you doing? Feeling good?” “Fuck, yeah, so good.” “I’m happy to hear that. I’m looking forward to spending the weekend with you. You don’t have anywhere to go, right?” “No, I told all my friends I’m going away for a few days.” “Good boy.” I look over to Jack, who’s smiling widely. Jack’s still fully clothed, with his button-down shirt open to show his chest and his big nips. I take my backpack off and set it aside. Jack sticks his tongue out and mouths, “fuck, this is going to be good.” I sit next to them on the couch, and Jack nods to me and looks at the coffee table drawer. This is his signal for me to get out the pipes and bag of Tina. “Drew, baby boy, sit here between us. I’m going to put on some other video, and my buddy is going to prepare a few things. We’re going to try something that I think you’ll like very much. Are you up for that?” “Yes, please.” Jack and I love a polite bottom boy. Drew scootches between us, and I scan his smooth legs—Drew’s pretty hairless, about 5'6”, maybe 135 lbs. I take a good look at his beautiful face and notice his red swollen lips. They must have been making out for the past hour. I could already feel the heat off Drew. I don’t know how much G Jack gave, but it was enough to get the night going for the hot boy. I turn to Drew and smile, and he looks at me and smiles back. I look at his brown eyes, then reach over and gently grab the back of his neck and bring him over for a sloppy make-out. I feel his tongue on mine as he gently moans. I reach over and push his shirt up again so I can play with his nip. As soon as I did that, Drew started to grind his ass on the couch. We’ve found his magic button. I bet his boy hole is already winking open and closed. Oh, this is going to be good. I pull back to let him breathe. “Let’s get you fucked up, boy. Sounds good to you?” “Mmmhmm.” I smile, and then I reach over to pull his shorts open, so I get a peek. Hmm, just a bit of hair around a beautiful cock. He’s semi-hard, which is probably because of the G. That’s okay, later I love getting a spun out boy on his back, shaving all his pubes off, while he’s strapped down, getting ready to get a slam. Drew smiles and says, “God, you guys are so hot. This is great.” “Oh, it’s about to get even better.” I reach down and get the stuff from the coffee table drawer. Drew’s watching what I’m doing closely. I put a clean pipe down on the coffee table, a torch, a bag of Tina, and some silicone lube. “Have you done this before?” “No, but I’ve been wanting to try.” “You hear that, Jack? Boy wants to try! Of course, Drew, we’re happy to oblige.” Jack finds the porn from the drive he can access from the TV, and hits play. It starts with a hot twink looking up, with a disembodied voice saying, “Ever take a man’s raw cock?” Jack then takes Drew’s left leg and once again puts it over his own leg. Drew loves smoking up his bottom boys while they’re straddling him. I take Drew’s right leg and put it over mine. He’s spread wide and flops back on the couch with a laugh. “Hey, Jack, let’s get this party started for real. I can’t wait to taste Drew’s hole"

in my experience, faggots need to feel used sexually. There’s almost an element of bondage in it but it’s not quite bondage. Most faggots do not like pain, but they appear to accept it joyfully if that’s what their Alpha wants. What they really care about is the load inside them, rough, painful, short, slow or quick, punches or strokes. All taken. All accepted. As long as the load gets deposited deep inside them. If you’re one of these faggots or have a solid theory about it, why do you think faggots are like this?

Last night I went over to a FWBs place to hang out. I prepped just in case but was really just there to chill and catch up. We’ve fucked many times and just hung out many times before too. My FWB is about 5’ 9” 180lb not ripped but a solid built mixed guy with a 8” thick curved cock. We smoked some weed, had some drinks and pizza, played some video games and watched tv, just a regular night. I indulged a little too much with the drink and smoke so he said I could crash there for a bit, which I’ve done before and nothing’s happened. He goes to his room to sleep and I pass out on the lounge side of his couch. Around 3am I half wake up as I feel movement behind me. There’s a blanket on me now and my pants were taken off. I feel something rubbing against my ass as a pair of arms pull me tight against his chest. I give a soft moan as he starts rubbing my ass and pulling my underwear down. His cockhead nestles against my hole as he starts slowly trying to enter me. Out of instinct I start rocking and rolling my hips trying to accept more of his big dry cock. There’s some pain as the head finally pops in but my horniness wins and I keep wiggling trying to get more inside me. He pulls out then shoves in again and again till he’s about halfway in then he holds my hip and pushes the rest of his dry cock inside till he’s balls deep. I’m moaning and babbling from the pain and pleasure waking me up more as my buddy starts slow fucking me with long deep strokes. He said he woke up super horny and knew I was here and wouldn’t mind helping out a buddy. To which I respond with “yes” and start fucking myself on his cock till he rolls me on my stomach and goes full force fucking my still unlubed hole. After about 15 minutes of gritting me teeth and moaning from the pleasurable pain he slams in balls deep and shoots his load. We stay like that for a bit catching our breath till he rolls us on in a spooning position with his cock still buried inside me. We pass out for couple hours till my work alarm goes off. I thank him for his load before I leave, my hole puffy and throbbing from the rough dry breeding it got. Pretty good morning overall

Wow…love, love, love this story! Takes me back to so many party scenes playing with a spun bottom. Love the slow build and guiding nature these daddies are taking with the eager, but inexperienced naive bottom boy. Would love to have that smooth boy sit on my lap blowing clouds and slowly molesting him for hours! Keep up the good work and can’t wait for the next chapter…

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Tuesday mid day this week. My buddy contacted me and asked if I was available at noon Tuesday to do a bukakke. HELL YA, asked how many guys, he said 6 or 7 he thinks. I show up early, go to work sucking my buddy...tell him to tell me to stop when I should. When he hosts on weekends he never wants me sucking him as guys arrive. Most of those guys are married and not comfortable with oral just want to sit and JO their fine shooting on my face but no sucking. Anyway... as I'm sucking we hear the door open, he says to me I like hearing that while you're sucking, I say should I stop? he says no these guys are fine with oral. I keep sucking as each guy arrives. After the fourth guy arrives the host tells me to suck one of the guys on the couch. Sure enough 6 guys + host. For the next hour I am on my knees sucking, going from one cock to the other as they sit and watch porn and JO. First guy came around 20 minutes in. First loads all over my face. I'm enjoying being splattered more and more, especailly in a group setting. After each shot on me, I cleaned that last drops from their cock, only one guys was too sensitive. I took 8 loads - one guy was a trouper and gave me a second. As usual, I left my face glazed, dressed and walked to my car. Because it was a longer session with lots of clean up, I didn't have big globs of jizz on my face, just a nice wet face of smeared cum. A couple of the guys likes slapping my face with their cock and rubbing it around. Definitely worth taking the afternoon off for.

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Part 6: The guests started to arrive, the usual suspects and one extra. A friend of Chad's who was invited at Chad's request. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when George walked in the door. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. I saw him and in my surprise, nervousness, I coughed. Nate noticed immediately and asked if I was ok. I couldn't say "I wasn't expecting to see the guy who shot two loads in my ass just a few days ago" so instead I just said "I'm fine, I just tried to drink and breath at the same time". I hoped that Chad had told him to be discreet. I didn't need to be outed as a bareback cheater during one of Nate's parties. I'm sure that revelation wouldn't go down well. On the other hand, I was horny from the pre-party fuck and thought how I would like to go down on George, but maybe another time. No. That was a terrible thing to think. It's bad enough that I visit beats on the spur of the moment, but actually planning on hooking up and organizing something was a step too far. I tried to think about Nate's cock instead, and told myself that he'd be fucking me later that evening, and I tried to convince myself that I'd enjoy it, even if Nate's cock would be wrapped in latex. About halfway through the evening, I found myself alone in the kitchen preparing cocktails for a few people when I felt a pair of hands grip my butt. I turned my head and saw George standing behind me. He leant forward and whispered in my ear "I want to fuck you again" and as if to punctuate his comment, he ground his groin into my butt and I could feel his bulge even through the layers of material separating us. In my slightly drunk and horny state, I just groaned, but then a bit of reality popped into my head and I said "I shouldn't. I've got a boyfriend". George kept rubbing his crotch against me and said "I know. I also know you want my dick again. I saw it in your eyes when I arrived. I also know that there's a load of Chad's cum inside you now and I'm pretty sure your boyfriend's name is Nate". And with that, he grabbed the completed cocktails and carried them away, leaving me alone with the task of finishing the others, and willing my dick to go soft, and cursing myself for wearing tight pants. I wanted George's thick bare dick inside me. No. I couldn't. Not at home. I told myself that I wanted Nate's condom-covered dick inside me instead. I finished making the cocktails and handed them out to the guys who had missed out on the previous delivery. George was talking to a couple who Nate had previously told me were open and hooked up with other guys. Nate told me how he didn't approve, and knew that they wouldn't last. I had handed out the last one, so I got dragged into their conversation. They were talking to George about their favorite beats and hook up locations. George told them about his favorites. Including the dingy toilet where he'd fucked me. One of the couple said that they always used condoms when hooking up with others (although the other one kind of looked away at that point, so I wondered if both of them really used condoms or if his partner only thought that was the rule). George said that he carried condoms with him but hadn't used one in years because he prefers not to and no one's asked him to use one. He also said that he's probably fucked at least 20 different guys in the last month, so his dick has been inside a lot of tight spaces. They looked at me and asked me if Nate and I were still monogamous and I just said "Yeah, we haven't opened up our relationship". I don't know why, and it might have been the alcohol, but I also said that Nate and I still used condoms every time we fucked because it was safer. George said "each to their own, but bare feels so much better. I love emptying my balls deep inside" As the party started to wind down, and people started to leave, Chad and George came up to where I was in conversation with Nate and another of his friends. Chad, in front of Nate, asked me if I could show George how to get to the train station because I knew the way and it would save George having to get an Uber home. Nate agreed that it would be a kind thing to do, so George said his goodbyes to everyone still there, and we started walking towards the station. As soon as we got to the street, George told me that he was going to fuck me on the way. He'd already scoped it out and knew that there was a dark park near the station. George: "It'll be dark enough there to fuck, so the location is perfect" Me: "Nate will be waiting for me. He'll suspect something if I'm late returning" George: "No he won't, just say you waited with me until a train arrived" Me: "It's too risky. What if we get caught?" George: "Risky is hot." We walked in silence for a couple of minutes. The park was about 5 more minutes ahead of us. I was thinking about his cock and how good it felt, but also how wrong it would be to take another load from him tonight. George: "Are you going to let me fuck you?" Me: "Yes" George: "I have a condom in my pocket. Do you want me to use it?" Me: "No. I need to feel you inside me" George: "Good. I'm going to cum inside you" We were at the park. I knew it was wrong, but I was drunk and horny, and George and his cock were next to me. I needed this. We walked into the park. I looked around and realized that it was in fact a good park to fuck in. Enough trees and to make secluded, dark spaces. George whipped his dick out, it was already mostly hard. I bent over and sucked it, savoring the taste of his precum and the feeling of my tongue on his mushroom head, my hands kneading his balls and stroking his shaft. I loved this cock. I could have worshipped it for hours, but George pulled me up and reminded me that we didn't have much time and he'd promised to dump his load in my ass. I pulled my pants down, bent over and leant on a park bench. George spat on my hole, massaged it with his cockhead, and then pushed. I relaxed and he entered me fully in one smooth motion. I groaned loudly. Fuck this felt good. George chuckled and said "last time I fucked you, you asked me to be quiet, and this time you're groaning loudly enough for Nate to hear you". I just said "shut up and fuck me". George replied with (and definitely not in a whisper) "Oh I'll fuck you alright, but I won't shut up". And he didn't. He didn't exactly yell this time, but I'm sure his voice would have carried enough for some of the neighbors around the park to hear. If they'd been home and awake, they might have heard someone say "fucking take my cock. No condoms required for your ass. I'm going to fill you up with so much cum. It'll leak out as you're walking back to your boyfriend's place" I was in heaven. His cock was hitting all the right places. I wanted to cum but I forced myself to hold off because I knew I'd probably need to cum later. Nate normally fucked me after a party, for some reason it makes him horny, and I needed to be horny enough to cum for him. George yelled "Fuck yeah, take my load you bareback slut" and I felt his meat throb inside my, pulsing many times, and filling me with his hot cream. George pulled out, we both fixed up our clothes, and finished walking to the station. I waited with him on the platform for a couple of minutes until a train arrived. He told me that I was a naughty, dirty cum slut, and he would be using me again. I left the platform and walked back to the party. As I expected, Nate asked what took so long, so I explained that I waited on the platform with George until the train arrived. Nate said "Thanks for taking care of him". If only he knew. Everyone else left, and only Chad, Nate, and I remained. Chad had arranged with Nate earlier to take the spare room so that he didn't have to drive home. Nate looked at me and told me that it was time to go to bed. I could tell from his tone and expression that he meant that it was time for him to fuck me. I think Chad knew too, as he said he'd head to bed as well, and asked us to keep it down because if he were too loud he'd have to give himself a handjob. Lol. Nate being too loud was never a risk. We got into the bedroom, stripped off, and Nate immediately went to the bedside table to grab a condom. I became very aware that I had natural lube in and around my hole, and I definitely didn't need that to be noticed, so I asked Nate to pass me the lube, and I made a show of lubing myself up to disguise my previous indiscretions. Nate, completely naked except for a raincoat on his dick, lay down on his back and told me to climb aboard. I got up on the bed, one leg either side of him, and lowered myself down until he was completely inside me, with us only separated by an annoying barrier of latex. It had been a while since we last fucked, but I assumed that Nate still wanked in the shower most mornings, yet he seemed extra horny tonight and didn't last very long. I didn't mind because it honestly hurts being fucked with a condom, so I was relieved when he finally filled it with his load. My ass was sore after Chad's earlier fuck and George's detour on the way to the train station. Nate went soft, so I climbed off, and he went to the bathroom to dispose of the cum-filled condom, checking the hall first to make sure that Chad was safely behind a bedroom door and not about to witness Nate's naked walk across the hall. He returned, got into bed, and fell asleep quickly. I have always been jealous of Nate's ability to fall asleep easily, a talent which seems to be stronger when he's drunk, just cum, or both. I was laying in bed, still horny because I hadn't released my load, listening to Nate's mild snoring and deep sleep noises. I needed to get off too, but I didn't want to just wank. I remembered that Chad was just down the hall. Maybe he'd still be awake, and if so, should I risk it? I was very horny and still drunk, so my brain probably wasn't focusing on logic and correct behavior. Nate was usually a very deep sleeper though, so I didn't think he'd wake up. I've certainly jerked off in bed next to him before, shaking the whole bed, and that didn't manage to wake him up. I really shouldn't get out of bed and offer myself to Chad...

Intermission #2: We Come Out At Night Matt and Darin’s apartment. 19:53 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Matt had never felt so trapped in a familiar place. The apartment was small — too small, suddenly — and every inch of it seemed to echo with something he couldn’t remember. The crooked skeleton hand still hung on the curtain rod, its bent fingers pointing straight at him like it was calling out his guilt. He sat on the couch, elbows on his knees, staring at the beer he hadn’t touched. His large hands looked foreign to him — strong, calloused, steady — but right now they were shaking. Tall, broad-shouldered, gym-built Matt Sutton never shook. He was the guy people asked to move furniture, open jars, deter creeps. Except last night. Last night he wasn’t sure who he’d been. The bathroom door opened with a soft creak. Darin stepped out, toweling his sun-kissed blonde hair, the lean cut of his arms and shoulders glistening from the shower. He was smaller than Matt but carved, compact, like a gymnast made out of sharp edges and smirking confidence. When he saw Matt still sitting there, he grinned like he’d found a Christmas present he forgot he’d wrapped. “Oh,” Darin said, voice bright with mock delight. “Still here. Love that for me.” Matt dragged a hand over his brown hair, trying to slow his breathing. “Darin, not today.” “Today is the only day.” Darin padded barefoot into the kitchen, popping open a can of sparkling water. “You look like you’re about to cry into that beer, and I’m dying to help.” Matt glared. “Just tell me what happened last night.” Darin raised his eyebrows, taking a slow sip. “Mm. Straight to the begging. You didn’t even warm me up this time.” “Darin.” Darin set the can down, sauntering closer. The overhead kitchen light hit his hair just right, turning it gold. “You know,” he said, tilting his head, “if you want the full recap, you should start by acknowledging how unbelievably adorable you are right now.” Matt clenched his fists. “I’m serious.” “Oh, I know you are.” Darin crouched in front of him, elbows on his knees, eye level. “That’s half the fun.” Matt swallowed hard. Darin smiled like a wolf discovering a weak spot. “You want to know what you did, big guy?” “Please,” Matt whispered. “Mmm. Magic word.” Darin’s voice dropped. “Let me see if I remember… You, drunk off your very pretty ass, came into my room. And you — tall, muscular, alpha-boy Matt — started climbing on top of me like you were starving.” Matt’s breath stuttered. “That’s not— I wouldn’t—” “Oh, sweetheart.” Darin patted his thigh. “You did. The big brown-haired heartthrob became very, very soft for me.” Matt’s stomach twisted. “Darin, just—did we sleep together?” “Maybe,” Darin said lightly. “Maybe not.” “Darin—!” “Why ruin the mystery?” Darin stood, stretching lazily. “You’re so much sexier when you’re confused.” Matt felt a pulse of anger, shame, and raw fear shoot through him. “You’re enjoying this.” “Of course I am.” Darin leaned against the wall, casual and smug. “I never would’ve expected the alpha boy to be so… complacent. So needy. God, you clung to me.” Matt’s face burned. “Stop it.” “Begging for me to touch you. Whispering my name. You should’ve heard yourself.” Matt pressed both hands into his eyes. He couldn’t tell what was real and what Darin was weaponizing. “Did I cheat on Amy?” he asked, voice cracking. “Just tell me that.” “You want the truth?” Darin asked softly. “Yes.” “Too bad I’m not gonna tell you, lover boy.” Matt’s head snapped up. “Why?” “Because,” Darin said with a shrug, “I’m not your diary. You don’t get closure from me. You get questions.” Matt’s chest felt crushed. “I can’t tell her.” “Oh, I know you won’t.” Darin grinned. “She’d burst into tears while you stood there stammering, and where’s the entertainment in that?” Matt stared at him, horrified. “You’re fucking evil.” “Only recreationally.” Darin pushed off the wall and wandered behind the couch, leaning over the back so his face hovered inches above Matt’s shoulder. “You know what else is interesting?” he whispered. “You’ve got a little tattoo on your ass.” Matt went rigid. “How—” “You do,” Darin sang. “And last night? I definitely saw it. Cute little thing. Very kissable placement.” Matt’s heart slammed painfully against his ribs. “You sure did like sucking on things, too,” Darin added casually. Matt’s eyes flew wide. “What—?! Did I—did you—did we—” “I’ll let you torture yourself figuring that out.” Darin smirked. “You’re so good at hating yourself. It’s kind of hot.” Matt’s voice broke. “Please don’t do this.” “Sweetie, it’s already done.” Matt groaned, burying his face in his hands. Darin ruffled his hair. “Oh — and about tonight?” “Tonight?” Matt echoed, dazed. “We’re going to a gay nightclub,” Darin reminded him. “Amy said so. Agreed that she was in the mood for some eye candy.” Matt’s stomach lurched. “And you,” Darin said, tapping his broad shoulder, “should maybe limit your drinking.” “W-why?” Matt croaked. “Mmm, because drunk Matt gets curious.” Darin’s grin turned wicked. “Would hate for you to wander into a backroom and end up grinding on a go-go boy while Amy’s in the bathroom washing her hands.” Matt felt like he might vomit. “Stop.” “Or worse,” Darin continued gleefully, “end up on your knees behind the curtain. You know those boys don’t wear much. Big boy like you might get hungry.” “Darin—” “And by the way,” Darin added with a shrug, “Amy handles her liquor way better than you. She’d be stone sober walking in on you moaning ‘this isn’t who I am’ while a pirate in glitter booty shorts rearranges your sexuality.” “Darin, PLEASE....” “Oh, the way you say please,” Darin sighed happily. “Exactly like last night.” Footsteps climbed the stairs. Darin straightened, expression turning breezy and innocent. “Showtime.” The lock clicked. Amy walked in, cheeks flushed, curls bouncing, her blonde ponytail slightly crooked. “Hi, babes! Why does this room feel like someone died?” Matt forced a smile. His throat was dry. “Just—long day.” Darin stretched. “He’s been thinking. Dangerous habit.” Amy blinked but let it go. She kissed Matt’s cheek, warm and trusting. “Come get into your Batman costume! I wanna see my big strong guy. I already got my Catwoman outfit hanging up!” Matt’s stomach sank. Amy disappeared down the hall. The second her door shut, Matt slumped back, shaking. Darin perched on the armchair again, smiling like a cat who’d knocked over all the glasses in the kitchen. “You’re a mess,” he said. “And I love it.” Matt looked up, throat tight. “You’re not going to tell her. Right?” “Oh, absolutely not,” Darin said. “This is far too fun to end.” Matt closed his eyes in shame. Darin leaned forward, voice dropping again, all velvet and threat. “Tonight,” he said softly, “you get to wonder which parts of last night were real… and which parts you just wanted to be real.” Matt’s breath caught painfully. Darin winked. “Happy Halloween, alpha boy,” he murmured. “Let’s see what happens when the music gets loud and you get tipsy.” —-------- Exterior of InfraRED nightclub. 21:04 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. The line outside InfraRED twisted down the block under pulsing red lights, the bass from inside vibrating through the pavement. Matt stood behind Amy and her girlfriends, towering over most of the crowd in his skin-tight Batman suit. His brown hair kept falling into his eyes; he pushed it back again, fingers trembling. Amy was wearing her skintight cat suit and carrying a whip. And her friends were glittering, laughing sprites under the club lights. Darin stood with them, mesh shirt shimmering over his lean, defined body, looking completely at home, with a glittery pair of pixie wings. Matt didn’t. “Hey, alpha boy,” Darin murmured, stepping close enough for Matt to smell his citrusy cologne. “Remember—no drinking tonight. One drop of vodka and you’ll be humping furniture again.” Matt flushed. “Stop.” “Can’t,” Darin chirped. “It’s my calling.” Amy turned around, blonde ponytail bouncing. “Babe! You don’t want your rum and Coke?” Matt forced a smile. “Nah. Just… not feeling it. You guys have fun. I’ll be the designated driver tonight.” “Responsible king!” she declared. Darin snorted under his breath. Matt’s cheeks burned. “Darin. Please.” “Oh, I love when you say please.” Darin leaned in. “Just like last—” “Shut up.” Darin laughed and turned away, but Matt could feel his eyes still on him. The line shuffled forward. A group of drag queens swept past like a cloud of glittering royalty. Matt couldn’t shake the tightness in his chest. Every thump of bass felt like a warning. Amy nudged him and pointed toward the alley. “Whoa. Look at that guy.” Matt turned. A massive man stepped out of the darkness beside the club — short, muscular, half-naked, his skin painted pitch-black from his jaw down his torso, slick and glossy like oil. Even his eyes gleamed like polished obsidian. He walked slowly, deliberately, scanning the line like he was choosing a target. “What… is he supposed to be?” Brooke asked. “A demon?” Jenna offered. Darin squinted, then snapped his fingers. “Oh! He’s dressed like Venom. Right? The paint, the muscles, the ‘I might eat you’ vibe? Very method acting.” Matt didn’t laugh. The man tilted his head and smiled — wide, unnatural, teeth gleaming like something sharp hiding behind human skin. Matt felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. “That’s… not a costume,” he said quietly. Darin scoffed. “Relax, Matt. It’s Halloween. Big dude in body paint? Calm down. You’re Batman, aren’t you? Brooding is on brand.” The man took a step closer. Darin grinned, playful. “Actually, he’s hot in a ‘please ruin my life’ sort of way. Wanna ask him if the paint rubs off—” “Darin, stop.” Matt’s voice was firm, low. “Please.” Darin blinked. “…okay, that one didn’t sound like foreplay. But I would let that man destroy me.” The black-painted man let out a sound — a low, vibrating growl that rolled through the alley like something alive. Matt’s pulse spiked. “We need to move. Now.” “Dude,” Darin said, frowning for the first time, “it’s just a guy doing a Venom bit—” The man moved. Too fast. Before Matt could register the motion, something wet and clear arced through the air and splattered across his face. A glob of clear slime — hot, tingling, burning. Every muscle in Matt’s body went soft and overheated at once. “What the hell—?!” Matt staggered, grabbing for the brick wall. Amy screamed. “MATT?!” The Venom-painted man lunged. He grabbed Matt’s wrist, fingers like steel clamps, and yanked him toward the alley. “HEY! LET HIM GO!” Darin shouted, grabbing at the man’s arm. The man turned and backhanded him without hesitation. Darin flew sideways, slamming into a dumpster with a sickening metallic thud. He collapsed, dazed, pain twisting across his face. “DARIN!” Amy shrieked. “CALL 911!” Brooke screamed. “NOW!” Matt tried to fight, but his limbs felt hot and heavy, his strength dissolving under the burning slime. The man dragged him deeper into the alley, ripping at the thin Batman costume. “No—stop—let go—” Matt gasped, but his words came out slurred, his head swimming. The man shoved him against the wall. Then he bit him. Hard. Teeth sank into Matt’s shoulder, tearing through fabric and skin, sending a lightning-bolt of agony down his back. Matt screamed. Amy screamed louder. People in line scattered, shouting for help, pounding on the club doors. Darin, groaning, staggered to his knees. “Let… him… go…” The man didn’t. Didn’t even look at him. He tore at the suit like it offended him, dragging Matt deeper, deeper into the shadows. Amy’s voice cracked with terror. “MATT! PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP HIM!” Security was running. People were calling 911. Sirens in the distance. But Matt was going numb, his vision swimming as the heat from the slime spread through his bloodstream, fogging his thoughts, twisting something inside him. The man’s teeth sank deeper. Matt’s knees buckled. Darkness rushed in.

had a few moments of free time 🙂 Part 3 Zack woke up and was completely sober. He felt his ass hurting and noticed a strange object inside it. Everything that had happened the day before was a blur to him. He could remember fragments, but what he was sure of was that Master Chief had given him an injection and that he had been fucked by Master Chief. Zack started screaming and ranting in his bed. When he tried to pull out the butt plug, he bumped into the chastity belt that Master Chief had put on him. He tried in vain to remove the belt and then he saw that his cock was trapped in a cage. He was already angry and rebellious, but this made him completely furious. He'd had enough; he would escape and get away from this depraved place. He hadn't agreed to this. He stood by the door, ready to overpower the instructor when he came in. After a few minutes, Zack heard footsteps approaching and thought, this is the moment. Zack saw the door handle go down and the door swing open, but at that moment he received a huge shock through his neck brace and fell to the floor, shaking. I: Good morning, Zack. What were we planning to do? Z: Fuck you. Let me go, I didn't give my consent for this and I don't want it. I: Zack, you signed several contracts giving us your consent to do whatever we want with you. If you surrender completely now, your transition and transformation will go much more smoothly and you will no longer be in pain. Z: Never. Let me go, goddamn it. Zack received another shock from his collar and was now completely exhausted. A second instructor arrived with a wheelchair and both instructors put Zack in it. Zack was completely naked and only wearing his chastity belt, which made his cock cage clearly visible. The instructor took out a cup with a liquid in it and, together with his colleague, poured it into Zack's mouth and forced him to swallow it. Zack tried to resist, but the shocks he had received had already exhausted him, and it was very difficult to fight back. I: Time for breakfast, Zack. I'll take you there. Don't worry, Zack, if you get the fuck flu, we'll take good care of you. Z: What, fuck flu? I: You'll see. Master Chief is very effective when he spreads his DNA. The instructor took Zack to the mess hall, and Zack tried to catch his breath and plan his next escape attempt in his head. Kevin also woke up in his room and tried to make sense of everything that had happened. This was not at all what he had signed up for. But he couldn't deny that what had happened had triggered something in him. He didn't know yet if this was what he wanted, but he couldn't deny that it affected him. He was shocked at himself that he had no problem being submissive and that he had no problem pleasuring a man. What shocked him most was that he had allowed a dildo to be put in his ass and that he had enjoyed it. The light came on in his room and he saw an instruction card and some anal toys on the nightstand. He picked up the items on his bed and wondered what to do next. He was completely torn. On the one hand, he wanted to run away and forget all this and get on with his life. But on the other hand, this was an opportunity to find out if he didn't want this after all. He closed his eyes and tried to sort everything out and make a decision. After thinking for a moment, he stood up, went to the toilet, and then stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run over his body and taking the instruction card with him. He followed the steps on the card and, as indicated on the card, clean water suddenly came out of his ass and his pussy was clean. Then he took the razor and started shaving so that all the hair around his dick, balls, and ass disappeared. As he was drying himself off, his instructor entered the room. I: Good morning, Kevin. I see you're clean and rinsed. Kevin looked surprised. How could he know that I had rinsed myself? Kevin looked around the room and suddenly saw a small camera hanging there and realized that he was being constantly monitored. I: I already have your vitamins with me, and you can take them in your room from now on. Kevin took a deep breath and sighed. He knew what would happen if he took the so-called vitamins again. But he knew he had no choice and that he had already agreed to continue now that he had chosen to rinse himself. He took the cup filled with G, the Viagra tablet, a pill to prevent him from ejaculating too quickly, and a real vitamin tablet. I: Good job, Kevin. I: Shall I insert the butt plug into your ass so you won't be so tense when your training continues? Kevin didn't know what to say and turned all red. It was one thing to agree to these things under the influence of chemicals, but sober it was something else entirely. The instructor saw that Kevin didn't know how to respond. I: You don't have to be ashamed, Kevin. We're here to help you discover your true nature, to help shape you and guide you. I: Get on all fours on your bed and I'll help you. Kevin sat down on his bed on all fours, ashamed and somewhat numb. He felt lubricant being applied to his sphincter. The instructor gave him a brown bottle. I: Take a sniff of the poppers, Kevin, then you'll be able to relax a bit and it will go smoothly and you won't feel any pain. Kevin wanted this to be over quickly and sniffed the bottle of poppers a few times. He felt the familiar rush of horniness come over him and his head fell back onto the bed. He felt the cold metal butt plug being pushed against his sphincter and how it slid in fairly easily. Kevin felt a momentary twinge of pain when the thickest part of the plug pushed through his sphincter. Then he felt a kind of relief and fulfilled desire wash over him. I: Good job, Kevin. You're all set for breakfast now. Follow me. Kevin stood up, completely red with embarrassment because he had just let another man insert a butt plug into his ass, totally sober at that. He couldn't believe he was doing all this. If you had told him this a week ago, he would have laughed at you and asked if you were out of your mind. But look, he was in his right mind and it had just happened. Kevin followed his instructor naked and began to familiarize himself with the different corridors. Because of what had just happened, Kevin hadn't even been aware that he was actually walking around naked in the hallway. They arrived at the refectory and Kevin saw that the others were already seated at the table. But it was a different table than yesterday. It was a glass table, and at that moment Kevin realized he was completely naked. He sat down at the table and looked at the others, then looked through the table and saw that the others were also naked. Except for Dylan and Zack. Zack was wearing a kind of belt and his dick was trapped in an iron harness. He also saw that Dylan was wearing a similar harness but no belt. He looked at Zack again and saw that he had a large bruise on his left eye. Then he looked at Dylan and saw that Dylan had also changed. He didn't have a bruise, but his hair had changed and he looked more feminine. Was he wearing makeup now? K: Uh, good morning, guys. The instructors brought their tray of food and left. The others nodded. K: What happened to you, Zack? Z: Leave me alone, I don't want to talk about it. I want to get out of here. T: If you're going through the same thing I am, then I understand you and I want to get out of here too. Zack looked at Tommy with hope in his eyes. Finally, he had found someone else who wanted to get out of here too, and he could find an ally in Tommy. T: But I'm afraid that's going to be very difficult. We have those collars around our necks. The grounds are completely fenced in, and I suspect there's electricity on that fence. We have no clothes, and even if we get outside that fence, we're still on a fucking island. Kevin saw the hope drain from Zack's face as he realized there was no way to escape his situation, and tears began to run down his cheeks. 😧 Hey, buddy. Don't cry. Just try to make the best of it. If you do what they ask, they're pretty nice. Zack looked at Dylan. Z: I see you're letting yourself go, Dylan. They're turning you into a fucking girl. I bet you're begging to suck Master Chief's cock and riding his dick just for fun. Some of us aren't gay like you. Zack's words hurt Dylan. 😧 Then figure it out yourself, man. I hope they give you a good enough beating. K: Wow, calm down, guys. We're all in the same boat. Kevin saw that Zack was starting to have a hard time and he himself also felt that something was changing. K: Fuck, those vitamins are starting to work. Z: You idiot, those aren't vitamins. They're giving us drugs so we'll be willing when they rape us. T: We know that, Zack. But I can't suppress my horniness. Sorry, guys. Zack saw that Tommy's dick was getting hard and then looked at Kevin and saw that his dick was hard too. Z: Fuck, guys. Are you serious? Are you getting turned on by other men now too? K: We're getting Viagra, man. We can't help it. Dylan began to moan. Z: yeah, our girl here gets all wild when she sees a dick. 😧 oh fuck, hmmmmm. My pussy is starting to tingle. Z: oh no, they've got him completely under their control. This is what's in store for all of us, guys. Before we know it, we'll be just like him. Zack now felt the butt plug start to tingle in his ass and stimulate his prostate. He tried to suppress it, but the more the plug tingled, the less resistance he could offer, and he too began to moan, because the G was now working full blast. Z: Oh no, fuck, fuck, fuck. K: What's wrong with you guys? Z: They give you drugs, they stick a dildo up your ass, and then they stimulate your pleasure organs. I can't suppress it anymore. Zack was starting to lose the battle. Tommy and Kevin, who were still in the early stages, saw the transformation of Dylan and Zack and saw how they sat at the table and entered their own horny world. They saw how Dylan and Zack started moaning and how they enjoyed the stimulation the butt plugs gave them. Tommy and Kevin had lost control of their own bodies as well, and their cocks were now completely stiff. Kevin was shocked by the size and thickness of Tommy's cock, because it was so big that the glans pressed against the bottom of the glass table. Now Tommy and Kevin's butt plugs also started to work, and they too fell into a complete trance. Not much was eaten at the table. The four moaned with pleasure and played with their own bodies. Tommy and Kevin took their stiff cocks in their hands and started jerking off. Dylan couldn't hold back any longer and got up from his chair, knelt down, and pulled Tommy's chair toward him. T: What are you going to do, Dylan? Tommy saw that Dylan was going to suck him off. T: No, don't do it, Dylan, fight it. 😧 I have to do this, I want this. T: No, Dylan. Tommy wanted to push Dylan away, but it was too late. Dylan took Tommy's cock in his mouth, and Tommy began to moan loudly and surrendered completely. Zack saw what was happening. Z: Oh fuck no, fuck no. An instructor came up beside Zack and pulled him upright. Another instructor came up beside Kevin and pulled him upright too.They put the two in front of each other. I: Kiss each other. Z: No. K: Come on, Zack, let's just cooperate. Otherwise, they'll shock us. Z: No. Tears rolled down Zack's cheeks and he felt Kevin's hands take hold of his head and his lips being pressed against Kevin's. He felt Kevin's tongue enter his mouth and Kevin's hands caressing his body. Zack had no choice but to surrender, and when he started kissing Kevin back, he felt a kind of burden lift from him and he sank deeper into the G daze. Dylan stopped sucking for a moment and licked his way up. When he reached Tommy's mouth, Tommy grabbed him and started kissing him passionately himself. T: Oh fuck, that was so good. Why are you doing that? You have to fight it. 😧 I don't want to fight it. This is who I am. Zack and Kevin were still kissing passionately, and they both felt the plug begin to stimulate them more and more intensely. The instructor pulled them apart and pushed Zack to his knees. I: Suck him. Pleasure him. Zack began to cry. Z: No, I don't want to. The instructor pushed Zack's face against Kevin's stiff and leaking cock. The smell of Kevin's freshly washed cock jumped into Zack's nose and turned him on immensely, even though he didn't want it to. His animal urges were stronger than his resistance, and he opened his mouth and took Kevin's cock into his mouth. Kevin wanted to collapse between his legs with pleasure, but the instructor held him upright and placed Kevin's hands on Zack's head. I: Fuck his mouth and throat, Kevin. Kevin couldn't control himself and grabbed Zack's head firmly and started fucking his mouth hard. At first, Zack wanted to resist and pull away from Kevin's cock. But the G-spot stimulation in his ass had completely exhausted him, and he had no choice but to surrender to the lust. Tommy and Dylan were placed next to Zack and Kevin, and while Tommy and Kevin were being sucked, the instructors pushed the other two toward each other so they would kiss. This went on until Master Chief entered the room. Zack, Tommy, and Kevin had to lie down on the floor under the glass table. Dylan had to lie down with his chest on the table and spread his legs. The three under the table had a perfect view of Dylan's ass. They were still horny from the G coursing through their bodies, and they knew what was going to happen because Dylan had a bottle of poppers pushed under his nose and they saw the plug being pulled out of Dylan's ass. Master Chief stood between Dylan's legs with his stiff, fat cock, and although they didn't want to look, their curiosity won out over their disgust at what they were about to see. They saw Master Chief push his cock against Dylan's gaping pussy and how his cock carefully slid inside. They saw how Dylan had to grit his teeth at first, but immediately saw that Dylan began to enjoy it when Master Chief's cock disappeared completely into his ass. At that moment, their own butt plugs began to vibrate violently again in their own asses and they could no longer suppress their own pleasure. All three of them began to moan loudly as they watched Master Chief's cock slide in and out of Dylan's pussy and saw Dylan panting and moaning with her mouth open through the glass. J: You like that, don't you, Daisy? J: Feeling Master Chief's fat cock slide into your pussy. 😧 Hmmm, yeah, Master Chief. This feels so good. This is really what I want and need. J: I know that, girl. Master Chief knows what's good for you, and Master Chief knows that his girl's pussy needs to be fucked good. 😧 Oh fuck, yes, thank you, Master Chief. The others didn't know what they were hearing. Kevin and Tommy's cocks were still stiff and pre-cum was dripping from their cocks. Their eyes were completely fixed on Master Chief's cock sliding in and out of Dylan's pussy. All three had their own thoughts, reservations, and feelings about what they were seeing. But all three couldn't deny that it turned them on and made them horny. Because without realizing it, both Tommy and Kevin were playing with their own cocks. Zack wanted to play with himself, but because his cock was trapped, he couldn't do it and was stuck with his own horniness that he couldn't satisfy. Tommy turned his head toward Zack, who was lying in the middle, and the two started kissing each other. Then Zack turned his head on his own and kissed Kevin. He didn't know where that came from, but he needed it. J: I'm not going to shoot my load in your pussy, girl. There's someone else who wants to give you his DNA, and I promised he could have you. Master Chief fucked Daisy for another 10 minutes, and when he was about to cum, he pulled his cock out of Daisy's gaping pussy and sprayed his load on the three lying under the table. The three under the table were still as horny as hell when they felt the cum spray over them. Master Chief looked at them. J: Lick each other clean, boys, and you will be rewarded. The three looked at each other and, thanks to the chemicals flowing through their bodies, all inhibitions were gone for a moment and they licked Master Chief's cum off each other's bodies. Then they stood up straight again and each received a cup filled with a new dose of G in their hands. They looked at each other and realized what had just happened. Zack looked the worst because he realized he couldn't win the battle. They looked at their cups and didn't know what to do. J: Drink up, boys, you've earned it. Kevin was the first to put the cup to his lips, followed by Tommy and Dylan. Zack was the last to look at his cup and then at his instructor, who was already holding the remote control in his hands. He too put the cup to his lips and together they poured the new dose of G down their throats. J: Sit on all fours, boys. Zack thought it was their turn now and that they were about to be fucked. He wanted to resist for a moment, but Kevin took his hand and looked him in the eyes. Zack knew what Kevin wanted to say. Just cooperate for now and don't cause us any pain. All four of them sat down. Tommy and Kevin felt their butt plugs being removed. Master Chief stood in front of Zack. J: Are you going to behave and cooperate, boy, or shall we keep your belt on for a while longer? Zack had to bite his teeth and looked at Kevin, who was trying to calm him down. Z: I'll behave, Master Chief. J: That's what we like to hear, boy. Zack felt the chastity belt being removed and his plug being taken out. J: Now for your reward, boys. All four of them thought they were going to be fucked, and Zack, Tommy, and Kevin closed their eyes for what was to come. But they felt a finger being inserted into their asses and suddenly their asses began to glow. Kevin knew immediately that he would soon become even hornier and that he would beg to be fucked, and he sighed deeply. Z: What's wrong? K: Haven't you gotten this yet? T: No. Z: No. K: Soon you'll be begging to have something in your ass. Z: Fuck no, not again. K: What do you mean? Z: Master Chief raped me yesterday and shot his load in my ass. Kevin looked at Zack in surprise, and Dylan felt warm inside and immediately started begging for another turn. D : Oh, fuck me. Please fuck me, Master Chief. My pussy is so horny. K: You see. Tommy felt it coming too and tried to suppress it, but his ass felt so empty that he couldn't help but ask to be filled. T: Hmmmmm, put that plug back in my ass, Master Chief, it feels so empty. Z: Oh fuck, I feel it too. J: yeah guys, I think you're ready for your lesson today. Instructors, take the sluts with you. All four of them were pulled upright and had to follow their instructor, although all four of them had trouble staying on their feet and suppressing their needs and feelings.

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.

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I got a text from Sir as I drove, “Good job boy. You proved with Matt and the blind fold you’re hungry enough to take any cock when you can’t see it. Now you’re going to prove you will take any cock from any man. Eric is a cutie but you almost certainly will not be attracted to all the men you’re going to see tonight. But all of them have big cock and all of them are going to breed your loose cunt deep. Mattie struggled at first with being willing to service everyone who wanted his hole, but something tells me you won’t have that issue. Good luck.” My cock throbbed in the cage, Sirs message made what I was doing all the hotter. It also gave me a mission and something to prove. I would show Sir and my owners that I was the best cumdump around, and that they had been right to choose me. I drove with new purpose to the next house, parked in the drive and proudly walked to the front door. A man in his late sixties opened the door. Inwardly I laughed, Sir had probably thought I hadn’t already shifted to wanting anyone with a big cock not just hunky college boys. This thin looking older man was tenting out his sweatpants and that was all I needed to know. He ordered me to strip and drop my plug by the door. I was then led naked through the house to a bedroom where he tossed me on my back, dropped his pants and slammed what felt like a foot-long cock into me. He barely said a word to me as he drilled away at my pussy. I didn’t care though, his cock felt amazing and within ten minutes of arriving at his house I had another thick load deep in my guts. Five minutes after that I was plugged and dressed and back in the car driving to my next address. The next man was in his mid-thirties with a sizeable gut, a handsome bearded face, and a cock that while much shorter than the others I’d had was fatter than a can of beer. He led me out to his garage, pulled down my shorts, took out the plug and bred me bent over his truck bed. Even after all the cock I had taken and the hours I had spent plugged his cock felt impossibly thick. I was slack jawed as he used me, and after he came in me and replaced the plug I felt less full than I had before. He had opened me so wide the plug felt loose. I texted Tom and Robert from the car that I was one load over my goal, and on my way to take another. “Good boy,” they responded, “Keep the plug Mattie gave you in and we’ll see you tomorrow. Have fun ;)” Twenty minutes later I was in the suburban part of town, naked, and on my knees with a bear slapping his semi hard fat cock against my face. I opened my mouth and he started to throat fuck me as his dick hardened. My mouth became full to bursting with cock as I suck him and slathered his cock in spit. I could feel it dribbling down my chin and his balls became wet with spit as they slapped my face. He groaned in appreciation as his cock slipped down my throat and I started to deep throat him. A voice came from the other end of the house, “Babe, is that slut here yet.” Then out of the corner of my eye I saw another naked man walked into the room. He was tall and beefy, totally smooth except for his thick armpits and the dense pubes around his already hard cock. “I guess he his.” “He’s a damn fine cock sucker, do you wanna try or just use his cunt.” “You enjoy his mouth babe, I’ll get another load in here for you. Get up on your hands and knees pig.” I shifted and presented my ass to the new man without ever letting the bears cock out of my mouth. He got behind me, pulled the plug out and whistled. Then without further comment he slid his cock inside me. I moaned around the bears cock and pushed back on the dick now entering my hole. “Fuck look at this whore backing up on my cock. Tom and Robert really lucked out on this one.” “Dump a big fresh load in him for me. I wanna feel your warm spunk in him when I fuck him.” The two men kissed above me as if I was only a sex toy. They slammed into me in tandem, keeping me trapped between their cocks. My eyes had glazed over, and the fuck lust had taken me over. Once more I had become the fuck zombie I was meant to be. It felt like my hole had gone slack around the invading cock, and drool was running out of my mouth. I was completely lost; my focus had shifted to be about nothing other than the cocks inside of me. The beefy guy fucking my hole spanked my ass as he ground his cock into me, and called me a whore as his pace quickened. He was about to breed me. I pushed my ass back against him, trying to get him deeper with each stroke. I tightened my hole around his cock and moaned. The vibrations made the bear in my mouth force his cock deeper in me in appreciation. Then yet another load was pumped into my hole. The guy held his cock in me and shook, breathing heavily. A big drop of sweat fell onto my back. Slowly he pulled his cock from my hole. Heavy hands pushed down on my back as they kissed over me, then the cock was gone. I felt cool air on my gaping hole. “My turn,” said the bear, and he pushed my mouth off of his cock. They switched places and the bear slammed his cock into me. I gasped and threw my head back, but my mouth was only empty for a moment before I was licking ass juice and cum off the cock that had just bred me. The bear didn’t l last long, and soon there was another load of cum being pumped into me. As soon as he pulled out of my cunt I spun around and cleaned off the bears dick as well. “Fuck,” said the beefy guy, “did he come with this plug in his cunt?” “Sure did. Slide it back in him before our loads leak out.” I pushed my ass back against the plug and it slid in easily. I had to concentrate to keep it in, my hole felt loose around its base. “Thanks for cleaning my dick off kid. You’d better get dressed and get to your next appointment.” “Thank you, Sirs,” I said. I got dressed and clenching my hole as I walked I left and got back in my car. Sitting in my car I sent a text to Tom and Robert, “Those last two cocks ruined me. Sir’s plug wont even stay in my cunt anymore.” “Fuck yes pig!” They responded, “Keep wrecking that cunt. Drive by the house on your way to the next appointment, there will be a gift for you in the mailbox.” “A gift?” “You’ll see.” “Yes, Sir!” I started to drive towards their house. My ass felt wet and I knew I was leaking cum onto my car seat. In the mailbox at Tom and Roberts house I found a brown paper bag stuffed in the mailbox. It was heavy when I pulled it out. I opened it so quickly I tore the bag. Sitting in my lap was another plug. It was heavy, a silvery orange, and even bigger than the one currently inside my hole. I looked up and down the street, I needed to feel it inside me. There didn’t seem to be anyone around so I pulled my shorts down and slid the old plug from my battered hole. I glob of cum dripped into the back of my shorts as I did. I scooped it up and slathered it all over the new plug. Then after spitting on the head, I sat on it. For a long moment I hovered with three quarters of it deep inside me, my hole trying to open yet wider, then the muscles gave way and with a deep moan I slid down and rooted the plug inside me. “Thank you for the plug Sir!” I texted, still shaking a little. “Don’t worry boy, now that you’re ours you hole is never going to be left wanting again. Have fun.” “Thank you!” Then I texted the next address I had received and started driving. I was admittedly thrown off when I pulled up to the next address. I was sitting in the parking lot of the largest dorm on campus. I knew what Sir was doing, he was testing me. It was easy to have men over to my place, or to go to random houses throughout town but to walk into a dorm where I might run into anyone I know smelling of sweat and cum with a massive plug holding me wet hole open was another. I also knew I didn’t have a choice really. I wanted to belong to Tom and Robert, and that meant completing Sir’s tasks. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I knew where I was going, I’d been to this dorm probably a hundred times. I walked as quickly as I could with the plug to the elevators closest to the parking lot. I tried to avoid making eye contact or looking around, hopefully then no one I knew would catch a glimpse of me. A couple more people got on the elevator with me, but I kept myself to the corner and my back to the wall incase anyone noticed the possible wet spot on my ass. On the tenth floor I got off, looked around and moved quickly to the room number I’d been given. I felt certain I knew someone who lived on this floor but I couldn’t remember if they lived on this side of the building or not. I found the room, a single at least I knew there would only be one guy here, and knocked. The door opened and a tall red head stood there. “Come in,” he said smiling. He was a full head taller than me, and broadly built. He closed the door and pulled his shirt off. His whole chest was covered in ginger fur, bright pink nipples stood out from his milk colored skin. I took his cue and started taking off my own clothes. When he moved to drop his underwear, I stopped to look. Another hefty cock flopped out and my hole twitched. I fucking loved Sir’s taste in friends I decided. I dropped my shorts and got on my knees to start sucking his cock hard. The red head didn’t say anything, he just guided his hardening cock to my mouth. I nuzzled my nose into his thick ginger pubes and his balls bounced off of my chin. His cock swelled down my throat and it got harder to breath as he fucked me. When I eventually pulled off and gasped for air his cock was fully hard and at least nine inches long. He smiled down at me. He grabbed me under the arms and pulled me to my feet. Unexpectedly he kissed me. Then pulling away said “Now lets add another load to that cunt, shall we?” He pushed me towards the bed and I got on all fours with my hole facing him. He whistled at the sight of the plug base and pulled it carefully from my hole. I moaned. “You’re enjoying becoming a cumdump aren’t you.” “Yes!” “I did too my freshman year.” I looked over my shoulder at the ginger jock about to stuff his cock in my hole. How many owned boys went to this damn school I thought. “You’re owned too?” “Oh no. I just had a hot local daddy and his husband turn me on to being a hole when I first got to school two years ago. They also taught me the joy,” he rubbed his cock head on my hole, “of breeding other pigs.” He slid his cock inside my worn-out hole. “Fuck you’re wet and loose. I love it.” “They don’t live on the other side of town in the burbs do they.” He laughed starting to slowly fuck me, “Yeah.” “I was just there.” “That explains why you’re so fucking full.” He spanked my ass and picked up the pace. “They were amazing,” I said between gasps. “I’ll tell them you said so. I’m going to see them tonight. I always end up craving cock after fucking a cumdump like you.” “You can have my cunt anytime you want it Sir.” I was now whoring myself out unprompted. Sir had thought today would be a challenge, that it would break me somehow. It wasn’t, it was just proof of who I had always been. With each load I became more and more myself. I was a whore, a cumdump, a slut, a pig. Whatever you wanted to call me, I knew my place in the world. “Oh I’m going to keep your number.” The red head replied as he drove his cock deep inside me. He spanned my ass and pulled me up to his chest by the hair. He sloppily kissed me from behind while still fucking me. I groaned into his mouth as his raw cock got deeper and deeper inside me. “Your sloppy cunt feels so good. I’m going to breed you deep.” “Fuck yes, add your load to my hole. Fuck it into my full guts.” “Right into your guts. Past your busted second ring. Fuck, I’m going to cum. Take my fucking load you slut.” “Yes! Breed me!” “Here it comes. Fuck!” He slammed into me, knocking me into the mattress and pumped another load into me hole. At this point I had no idea how many I had taken that day, but however many it was. It wasn’t enough. He held me down for a few minutes as he came down from his orgasm. His cock occasionally twitched inside me while it softened. He eventually pulled out with a soft plop and quickly returned the plug to my gaped and swollen cunt. I turned around and cleaned off his cock before standing up to get dressed. He kissed me before I could swallow all of the cum and ass juice from his cock. “I like the taste too,” he said. “I’ll see you again soon,” he said giving me a quick kiss as I stepped out into the hallway after getting dressed. I turned to walk back to the elevator, and stopped dead in my tracks. I was face to face with my friend Kevin. He grinned. “You don’t live here.” “Nope,” I stammered, “just visiting a friend.” “Uh hu… sure. Just visiting the hot red head RA.” “Yep.” “What’s his name then?” I must have gone completely scarlet at that, because Kevin smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ve hooked up with him too. Did he fuck you or you fuck him?” “I… uh… well…” Kevin and I had never had an overtly sexual conversation like this. I guess him finding me outside of a trick’s door had broken that barrier down. “He fucked me,” I said at last, feeling my cheeks burn. “Fuck that’s hot. So you’ve got a nice big load in you right now haven’t you?” “I…” “He only fucks raw. You don’t have to pretend,” he laughed. “Well, yeah,” I laughed too. “I love sloppy seconds,” he took a step closer to me, “My rooms just down the hall.” Feeling braver I said, “That’s cute that you think you’d be the second.” “How many loads have you taken?” We were inches from each other now. “Lets just say if you like sloppy… you wont be disappointed.” He was close enough not that he had to be able to smell the sex and cum on me. “Sloppy enough you can handle this?” He grabbed my hand and shoved it against his growing bulge. I get a fat shaft and some low heavy balls. “Why don’t you take the plug out of my hole and find out.” “Oh fuck! Lets go.” Shifting his bulge to the side he led me down past the elevators to the other side of the building and into his dorm room. He had a single off a shared living space but it didn’t look like anyone was there just now. As soon as the door to his bedroom closed I was naked. Kevin’s eyes landed on the cage and his face went from shock to hunger in a matter of seconds. “I’m sorry,” he said pulling his shirt off revealing his smooth thin frame, “how did I not know you were this much of a bottom.” I quickly told him the story as he stripped to his underwear. “God that’s fucking hot.” He dropped his briefs and a cock that looked like a fucking beer can stood out from his skinny body. “Most boys have trouble taking me but I think you’ll be fine.” “You’ll get no complaints from me,” I turned around and shook my plugged hole at him.

I lay there in the dark. I could just see shapes in front of me. I was on a leather mattress, one of three next to each other. A guy I could see was lying next to me. Like me he had his ass open to the sky, to anyone. My ass was open to anyone as well. But it was open to Poz guys more than anyone else. I didn’t want to discriminate. But to me I needed Poz cum. Only 30 minutes before I was on my iPhone typing my position and area on my iPhone. The ad I placed in Barebackrt was very specific. “ Poz guys only to breed Neg guy not on Prep in dark room at Bathhouse. Please bareback Poz with the words not on Meds Poz” time and place. Here I was 30 mins later lying on my stomach in the dark . My asshole was lubed. Every other minute I sniffed poppers. My cock was irrelevant. It is an intense experience lying in the dark, sniffing poppers, watching shadows in front of you. The guy next to me was as still as a plank. Part of me wanted to check his pulse. When a guy came near him and start to fuck him, he hardly made a sound. You could feel men’s hands feel your ass and legs ,finger your hole. Random men . But I wanted something else . Something more . I waited. It seemed like forever and not long at all. A guy was feeling my leg in the dark. It was slow . He got to my ass and seemed to linger around my hole. Suddenly a voice came out of the darkness” Not on Meds , Poz” That was it . Nothing for a moment, as I breathed harder. Suddenly I felt wetness, Then I felt hardness. Then pain , then pleasure. Next to me the voice again.” You got more than you bargained for . Take that Poz cock.” He pushed it in hard. I had an intake of breath. We both stopped for a moment . Then a voice. “ “You sure you want this?. No turning back” He almost impaled me and I answered almost in a scream. “ Give me your Poz DNA.” He breathed against my neck. “ Your a fucking slut” “ Yes” I responded. The guy fucking me laughed. Then loudly he said to anyone in the room “ This slut wants to be fucked Poz, full of Poz cum. No self respect. He deserves everything he gets. Load him up with anything”. With his elbow he pushed me down. “I will be back”. He got off me. Emptiness. This was only for a minute or so . “ Fuck bitch you want fucking AIDS!!” In short jabbing movements the next guy did not care. “ Been Poz 3 weeks you will fucking have this Pozzz” He trailed off. He had cum. So quickly. He managed to say “ Slut” as he left me but he disappeared as quickly as he came. I felt myself smile. This is heaven.This is the meaning of life. Another voice. “ No meds, Poz” this guy just grunted, again and again pushing into me. “ Fuck slut you are Poz “ He came abruptly. Next to me the other guy being bottomed moved. He put his hand on my shoulder”. I need to cum “ He said. “ I have no idea what I am . If I have it or not. Never been tested”. “Please fuck me “ I replied. He moved on top of me and started to pound hard my ass . “ I need to cum .Fuck this is so hot. Fuck you are so we wet. Fuuck!”. He had cum. He breathed against my neck. He stayed there for the longest time and then moved” Hope you get what you want” He said as he left. I was still smiling to myself in the darkness when I heard a familiar voice. Gruffly he announced to the shadows . “Have you had your fill of Poz cum slut? “ “ Never” I replied. “Please fill me up with more” He rammed into me hard. I panted into the mattress. “I am close ,slut. You are going to be Charged Poz. Fuck you are going to have dirty seed in you. Take that Poz seed! “ We both lay there. “You are going to have to go out of this Dark room eventually. People are milling around out the door to see who the Poz loving cum dump is. I smiled to myself. I had achieved wanted I was a Poz loving cum dump in a Bathhouse darkroom.