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——- Josh ——- I woke up to my phone ringing. My head was hurting from the multitude of drinks I had last night. I hadn’t got home till almost 5am. I fell asleep as the first rays of sun broke the horizon. Mercifully the ringing stopped. I rolled onto my back and thought about last nights adventures. Me and a few friends hit up a new club then moved to an after hours place. Finally, I ended up at a sex party a cute boy at the after hours place told me about. At the sex party I managed to dump my dirty load in a hot raw otter. Before I impregnated him I fucked and precame in 4 other guys. It was a hell of a fun night. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my rock hard fat 7.5 inch uncut poz dick and began stroking myself thinking about how the boy begged for my cum not knowing it was charged. A bead of precum slipped out of my hole as I recalled the moans the otter was making as my fat cock worked his tight raw hole and prostate. His hole was so warm and tight. It felt like velvet around my cock. He moaned as I kissed his neck and stretched him open. My assault on his prostate made him shoot a huge load all over us. The feel of his tight hole squeezing my dick made me explode filling his boy hole with my own huge charged load balls deep. The metal imagine of his face as I dumped my dirty load in his ass made me shoot a huge load all over my abs. I was pulled from my post nut euphoria by my phone ringing noisily again. I groaned as I half rolled over to get my phone while trying not to get my cum on my sheets. The screen displayed “Mom”. That made me let out another groan. “Hello” I said in a very rough and gruff voice. I already had a very deep voice so the dryness of my throat made it even deeper. “Good afternoon sweat pea” the chipper voice greeted me using the nickname I’d been called all my life. “Good morning mom” I replied as I looked at my watch on the side table to verify the time. My parents lived on the other side of the country and where a few hours ahead of me. They had raised us to be up early and never waste the morning sleeping. But in my defense it was 11:30 am so it was still technically morning for me. “I hope your Saturday morning has been productive. Have you got everything ready for your brother?” She asked in her sweet voice that was also laced with a hint of the mom tone she used when she doubted us. While it annoyed me to be doubted, as usual she was spot on. My little brother Sam, how original for our parents to name us Joshua and Samuel, was coming to stay with me for at least 6 months. My genius kid brother, who was all of 21, had just graduated some prestigious tech program at MIT. He is starting a job next week at a giant tech company that is located in my city. In fact, my apartment isn’t far from their corporate campus. My parents had begged me to let him stay with me. They argued he was still young, never truly lived on his own, and needed someone to look after him. They said I’d be a good role model since I’d been “in the real world” for years. I’d always been very independent and hated living near my folks prying eyes. I had moved to the dorms freshman year and then to an apartment with friends the summer between freshman and sophomore year. I never moved back home. I loved my parents but they were just to vanilla and bland. They were religious, but thankfully not the crazy hate the gays kind, while I am more spiritual. They like book clubs (mom) and golf (dad) and idea of a exciting night is a trip to the local “upscale” chain Italian restaurant. We just ran in different worlds. I am 30 now and I moved across the country 5 years ago after I finished my doctorate of physical therapy program. I took the first job I could find on this side of the country to be able live in the area. I was drawn by the great weather, hot night life, popping gay scene, and it would make sure I kept my parents in the dark to my kinky piggy life. I took a spot with a PT practice out here right out of college. I have worked my way up and just a few weeks ago signed the paperwork that made me a junior partner in the practice. My client list includes celebrities, sports stars, and wealthy business moguls. I am very sought after and could of opened my own practice but I choose to let the managing partners do that extra work and just take the money so I could enjoy my life. Work hard play harder was pretty much my motto. Anyway back to my brother. My parents had called a few weeks ago when he’d got the job offer. It took over a week for them to convince me to agree to letting Sam move in. They tried offering money and dangling that Sam could help by “splitting the bills” as incentive but that didn’t work to well because like I said I make bank. Then they tried the family responsibility and guilt thing. That worked a bit better, they had paid for all my college so I was debt free in large part thanks to them. Finally, they pulled out the whole getting to know my brother better angle. He was a surprise baby and was 9 years younger than me. We didn’t have any shared friends or interests as kids. From the time he could turn on a iPad he had been sucked into the tech world. He started going to computer camps durning the summer at like age 10 or 11. In contrast I am more a low tech guy. I can work the basics but not interested in learning any more than that. When we had last spent significant time around each other he was a tween that was super smart but also a little socially awkward. Needless to say we weren’t fast friends. Since I moved away I visit home twice a year for 3 or 4 days at a time. During those visits if we weren’t having family meals or at an event or something Sam spent his time in his room with his computers. I love the kid but we really didn’t know each other well. I pretty sure he takes after my parents in the bland vanilla mold but figured it be good to get to know him a little bit. So I gave in and agreed to him moving in. The deal was he’d stay with me and I’d help get him oriented to the city and “being an adult” (my moms words). Then at 6 months if Sam was comfortable he could find his own place to live near me. “Yes mom I have everything ready. He won’t be here till Tuesday anyway.” I said trying to reassure her. It did anything but. “Tuesday!” She said raising the pitch of her voice. “His plane lands in 4 hours.” “No it doesn’t, Dad told me it was the 19th. I wrote it down in my planner” I said a little panicked myself. “Damn that man’s dyslexia. He must of got the 6 and 9 mixed up. I knew I should of checked with you yesterday but David told me to not pester you. But it’s too late to fret over that. You have to cancel you plans and get your brother!” She said starting to go into super mom mode. She always had everything planned out to the minute. I am really surprised it somehow slipped by that dad gave me the wrong date. Me and him are much more the pencil down the outlines and fill it in as you go types so it’s not surprising we didn’t notice. “Don’t worry mom. I don’t have any appointments today. I can get to the airport in time. Just text me the flight information.” I said as I set up on the edge of the bed using the calm tone I’d learned form dad for when mom got excited. “Don’t you use your dad’s patronizing tone with me.” She huffed before going back to her normal self. “I know you will handle it. I just worried about my baby being so far away. It’s hard for me to let go.” “I know mom. Don’t worry I will take care of the kid.” I said as I got out of bed naked and walked across the room to my master bathroom. “I know. We can count on you. He’s just so much more sheltered and reserved then you ever were. It makes me worry.” She said. “He will love it here. I will get him out of his shell.” I assured her. “I need to shower and stuff. I will text you when I get him from the airport. Talk to you later mom, love you.” “I love you too. Bye sweat pea!” She said and then the call ended. I took a long hard refreshing piss then turned on the glass walk in shower. I looked at myself in the floor length mirror evaluating my body as I did every morning. I worked almost every day and my body showed it. I was not a body builder or anything but I was very fit and cut. At 6’3 I was taller than most. I had dirty blonde hair and emerald eyes. My teeth were straight thanks to the braces I wore for years in middle school. They were also white, not the move star blind you white, but healthy and regularly looking white. My skin was tanned from my runs along the beach. My broad strong shoulders were next as I went down my body. Then my pecs and arms were next, both well muscled to compliment my body. My chest had a light dusting of hair. My back was well muscled while not being overwhelming. My abs were well defined and you could count all six. My waist was trim and only had just the barest touch of love handles. I noted to adjust my workout routine to address that. My v-line was still banging. The happy trail I kept groomed led down to the small maintained bush above my hog. It sat around 4 inches soft and was always plump. I was uncut and right now the skin hid my cock head. Below my dick sat a pair of very good sized balls that always shot huge toxic loads. Not bad for 30. I got in the shower and did a quick wash up. After I dried off I walked to the kitchen naked. I made myself a coffee and an quick cheese omelette which I ate as I reviewed some emails. After I finished eating I got dressed and went down to the parking garage and got in my Audi R8 Spyder. It was a beautiful spring day and I would of loved to ride my motorcycle but that wasn’t practical for Sam and his luggage. As a consolation I put the roof down to allow the sun and wind to blow as I drove to the airport. I parked in the appointed lot for pickups and walked into the terminal to meet my kid brother. His flight was due to land any minute. Traffic had been worse than I anticipated but I had made it before his plane touched down. I hadn’t seen him in over six months. Even then it was only quick sightings as he made brief appearances to eat dinner with us. He was in his last year of school and always seemed to have a project he needed to get back to. I scrolled on my phone as I waited for his plane to disembark and for him to make his way to the pickup area. I glanced up and had to do a double take. I recognized him by his face but the rest was a little bit of a shock. I hadn’t noticed how tall he had gotten as he was at least 6’1 now. He was in shorts and tank top which showed off his body. I observed that his arms were well muscled, he had broad shoulders, a waist that tapered to a trim V, and his legs were well muscled too. I could tell he had the same build the men in our family usually had but he also looked like he had put on some muscle since I last saw him in anything but pants and a full T-shirt or sweater. His face still had the usual innocent look to it. His bright blue eyes shinning but carrying that hint of shyness they always did. His golden brown hair was a mess as usual. His skin while a little pale looked healthy. I even got to see one of his small pink nipples as his tank slipped when he went to move the bag on his shoulder. My cock gave a bit of a jump seeing it. I love to lick and play with nipples. Especially if they were directly wired to a guys cock. Making a man hard by playing with his nips was so hot! Not that I’d ever thought about my brother that way. But objectively he was hot and if it weren’t for the whole brother thing I’d definitely had made a move. I got his attention and then walked across the room to him. We embraced in a tight hug. He smelled of body wash, deodorant, and just a little bit of must from the long flight. I also felt a rather large plump package pressed against mine as we hugged. “Hey there bro, let’s get your bags and get you back to the house. We can order some food and decompress. Sound good?” I asked as we broke our embrace. “Sure Joshie, that sounds good. I also need to shower the yuck off me.” He replied as I took one of his bags from him and we started to walk toward the exit. “Was the flight good? Is this all your stuff?” I asked realizing he only had his back pack and two suitcases with him. “The flight was fine. Long, but uneventful. This is all I brought with me on the plane. Mom shipped some stuff that should be here in a day or two. You know her, she wanted to make sure it all got here right so she arranged it all.” He said with the exasperated tone I knew all too well. “Yea, she can be a handful but she does it from a place of love.” I said as I reached up with my free hand and put it in his shoulder to give it a squeeze. His skin was warm and soft. “Yea, she does.” He replied as we got to my car and loaded his bags. It was a good thing he shipped the bulk of his stuff or my car would of been to small. We chatted pleasantly on the drive home. We got there and got his bags up to the room that would be his room. That’s when it hit me his bed wasn’t due to be delivered till Monday. I had moved in here a few months ago and hadn’t got the spare bedroom set up yet. “Ummm ok, confession Dad told me the wrong date on your arrival so your bed won’t be here till Monday. Along with the dresser and night stands. You can leave your bags in here. Until then you can sleep on the sofa or in bed with me. It’s a king so we’d have enough room.” I said realizing just how much I wasn’t prepared. He was quite for a minute and then just shrugged. “Yea that’s fine. Mom texted me about the mix up before we landed. It’s not a big deal. I can crash with you a few nights.” He said nonchalantly. “I need to use the bathroom and shower. Can you point me there and get me a towel?” He asked as he bent over and dig a shower bag from his luggage. His ass was perfect. Very round, looked firm but still with a good bounce, and just the perfect size. My cock did another little jump. “Sure. While you shower I can order us a pizza. Supreme ok?” I asked as I motioned him to follow me. “Yea that’s fine.” He said following me into the main bath that was for everyone but would be his while he lived here. I grabbed a couple towels from the cabinet and turned to hand them to him and was shocked again. He had already stripped of his clothes and was turning on the shower as he stood naked. While not as muscled as me his body was beautiful. Just the perfect muscle definition. Plus I got a quick look at the snake he had between his legs. It must of been 5-6 in soft, good and thick, hanging above a set of big balls. He had a very well trimmed patch of hair over his shaft. I looked away before he could notice. “I figured you wouldn’t care if I just dropped my clothes while you were still here. I mean we are men, brothers, and you are gay. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen.” He said as he laughed. “Yea, it’s cool. I actually stay naked most the time around the house. So dress how you want I mean it’s your place now too. Be comfortable.” I replied as I put the towels in the counter and made my way toward the door. “Cool bro. Thanks for the towels.” He said as he got into the shower. I got a sight of his incredible butt as he climbed in and closed the shower curtain. It made my cock stiffen and my mouth water. I closed the door and stood against the wall in the hall taking deep breaths. I don’t know what my body was thinking. That was my younger brother and he was straight. I needed to get a grip. ——————— Like most my stories this chapter and probably the next will be heavier on the scene setting then the sex. But don’t worry there is much of that to cum. I hope you enjoy the story!

I’ve posted my activities here before but it’s been a while.. trust me, I’m still taking loads even if I’m not posting about it. I spent a week in San Francisco and was trying to be on good behavior since I was there for work but I just couldn’t help myself. It’s late one night and I am stroking and then I get that rush that I know I won’t be able to stop I make the decision that I am going to steam works then next day. I’m going wake up early and get a large room and just take as many loads as possible.. I edge for another two hours and fall asleep. I wake up READY. I clean out and head to steam works and arrrive around 9:50am. I get a large room on a Sunday. I get set up in my room and I head over to the glory holes, I suck a few cocks and some random troll cums in my mouth and I spit it on my hand and try fingering it my ass hole.. at this point I’m pretty ready now.. I go to my room and get ass up. After about ten minutes I get someone in me and they are LARGE, poppers help but I am struggling. To my surprised me cums quick and I already know that once I get cum in me, I become so insatiable. instay face down a bit and take some more cock and after about 3 hours I am about 6 loads in from random men walking by the bath house. I go to the sling area and I get in but no one fuckks me. I always find it weird how people are avoidant of slings but yet will fuck me in any other scenario. I head to the benches and get ass up and place a towel over my head to signal that anyone can have a turn. I feel someone fingering my hole before I feel them push into me. This guy is slamming me hard and I am all loopy from poppers that I don’t care. He cums and it’s amazing. I remove the towel and I see another guy gearing up to go, he stick it in me. He’s a total troll and has a tiny dick but I love very second of it. With everything thrust he compliments my hole and tells me how handsome I am. This really turns me on because I’m such a slut for compliments. Some hot young guy stand in front of me and I suck me while this guy pounds me. Both of these guys cum in me almost at the same time and it’s heaven. I go back to my room and I lie on my back and jerk off with my legs spread. Some guy comes in and I crawl over to him and start sucking him off. I turn around and me goes to town and sweats all over me before busting, immediately another guy walks in and he is handsome and fit. He fucks me while plum on my back and presses his body against mine so strongly that I am actually in pain but I hear through it cause I wanna please him. It’s tough but after what feels like forever of him mindlessly pounding me he has the most dramatic orgasm I have seen and I can feel his cock contract in me. another guy walks in and tells me he’s a bottom, he’s kinda cute so I let him suck me off and eat me out. He asks if I ever top which I do and he rides me for a bit and he cums on my chest. I scoop it up and finger it my hole. He leaves and says he will be back. I get fucked and cummed in a few times after that and this older guy walks in and tells me he’s a bottom but wanted to compliment my ass. We talk and he says he’s surprised that I have about 15 loads in me at this point and I laugh.. he’s very complementary and I offer to suck him off but he says he’s a strict strict sub bottom. He chat and have good consonant he leaves. Other bottoms comes back in and asks if we can take loads together. I say yes and we’re ass up in room at steam works. First guy walks in and alternates between us and my buddy gets that load and I hate to say I feel a ton of jealousy but I celebrate the moment! the next guy walks in and fucks us both silly until he busts in me and it’s so hot that I cum a little. The next guy also gives me his nut and then the guy after makes my buddy cum that he has no choice but to bust in me as my buddy was done was he came. At this point I have about 19. Loads and my room time has expired. I collect my things and head to the Folsom gulch and drop my pants in the theatre section. That way, anyone walking in will see a cum dump taking loads in front of everyone. I get one guy trying to fuck me with a condom and I reject him but he won’t leave me alone. I get aggressive with him and he gets the message. Just fyi, I will totally physically fight you if you try to play in my face like that. Just cause I’m a cum dump doesn’t mean I’ll let you fuck me regardless of anything, well….. I mean I will but it has to be raw. Otherwise gtfo. Another daddy type steps up and pumps me good and loads me up in front of everyone. And I get another daddy right after. Then I go suck some cocks in the booths and get fucked once more by a guy who’s keeps going soft. I go home and hop on grindr and invite one more guy over who takes forever to cum and it’s annoying but I bear it for the load. i wake up HORNY AS HELL. I have work in an hour but I am horned up, I hope on sniffles and this ma messages me asking for head. Normally I hate that but he caught me at the right time. He heads over and I blow him nice and slow while he sits on my hotel couch. He barely looks at me and it weirdly turns me on. He cums in my mouth and I try to finger it in my hole and go to work. while at work I decide that I am going to go to a sex party and once work is over, I head to a sex party but it’s a bit dead, I get fucked several times and get like 4 loads all in a sling blindfolded and it’s heaven. Then a super hot Adonis of a ma and everyone is all over him, they all think he’s a top but I can tell he isn’t.. I walk over and bend down to pick his legs up and he lets me and I fuck him silly till I bust and then I take a break.. I get back in the sling and I surprised that I am still willing to keep going because once I cum I usually quit instantly. Not today. I get fucked by another guy for what feels like forever and I don’t even get a load. I leave and walk around the neighborhood while on sniffles and this guy tells me to go to his motel room at the bay bridge. I’ve heard of this motel but never been. I walk over and a fit man is waiting for me with his door ajar, he has me suck him off and then gets to pounding and cums fairly quickly and I am so turned on.. he asks what I’ve been up to and I tell him and he asks what I’m doing next and I tell him I am going to get more loads and he responds “yeah I bet you are you nasty bitch” and I get so turned on. I head down stairs and book a room for myself for the night. I get on sniffles and invite two guys to my room. I leave the door ajar and notice some guy walk in, I get the feeling this guy is some random who just walked in and isn’t one of the ones I talked to.. I freeze up a little but I let it play out as he is hot and has a big dick he starts jerking. Then the two other guys come in shortly. They all cum in me back to back. Huge cocks and huge loads. after they leave I realize the time and I remember that I have work. I decide to head home. i wake up the next day and decide it’s time for another cum dump. A real one.. I set up an add on sniffles and I post every hour on the hour advertising my group. After three days I get 75 rsvps which is the max. on the day of the group I check in and walk over to the sec arcade and blow some guys, I press my ass up against a hole and I fed a huge dick slip in. He thrust so hard I can hear the wood creak with each thrust. He cums in me and I stay in my position. It’s a while before I feel someone start eating me out. After a while they stick it in me.. they pound and pound and pound and I hold my cheeks open as I’m bent over. He cums and it’s amazing. I walk back to my hotel and decide to smoke a bit of 420, I don’t do anything harder than that. But I wanna relax before a big day. I also drink a bit of whiskey and this combo turns me into a ravenous whore. I’m not really drunk and not really high but I am relaxed and the perfect level of loopy. I walk back to the arcade and get on my knees at the theatre, instantly I get surrounded by three trolls and service them all, two of them take turns breeding me while one spills his seed on the floor which fills me with rage lol. at this point I have about 5-6 loads in me and it’s near starting time for my actual cum dump. I invite some guy back to my motel and he show up and has me suck him off and cums in my mouth after I ask him to fuck me. This posses me off.. DO NOT SHOW UP TO A CUK DUMP AND EXPECT TO GET TO CUM IN A MOUTH. He gets an earful from me as I get a bit agro with him and he apologizes and says he will fuck me later.. uh huh sure. guys start rolling in now, I get a few back to back and feel huge hug cocks fill me up. One black guy had the biggest dick ever and I was struggling but after some poppers, I was ready for anything. The combo of poppers and a little weed and whisky had me gooning. I head the door open and close for the next hour and at one point had 5 guys in the room waiting. They all mention how my hole if the sloppiest they ever felt and I know it’s true. My hole gets really loose and sloppy. The best part of this day is that my hole is cooperating with me all day. I think it’s the weed and popper and whisky. My hole is so open and relaxed that I resist no one and I arch my back and spread my cheecks for everyone. Everyone cums and everyone is happy. Some guy wants to eat me out and I let him until I realize he’s sucking the loads out. I don’t mind this at the end but he should have asked because I wasn’t done yet. I tell him he can either fuck me or leave and he decided to fuck me.. each man has been marking my ass with a tally and this guy offers to take some photos, see below. He was a nice guy and I apologize for being agro and I promise him the loads later which he gets excited about. then the guy who first oissed me off comes back and has me suck him off again and I stop as I want his load in my ass not mouth. He says again “I’ll fuck you later” he sees my face and I say no you will fuck me now or leave.. he can tell I’m not playing. He walks over to my ass and fucks it and cums after a while and then chats me up and says my hole is amazing and he didn’t wanna fuck me cause he’s not on prep. To which I tell him is silly, he should be on it then. He has me clean off his cock and leaves and then I get a call from the front office…. Fuck. they tell me I have too many guests and that they can’t wait outside. I open tit he door to see a line of guys.. which makes me happy but pisses me off. Like if you go to a cum dump, don’t wait for the coast to be clear and linger outside. It makes a scene. I tell them and some leave and some walk in. I get called the best cum dump in the world and I get fucked silly for the next few hours. The guys stop showing up at around 33 loads but I am still wanting more.. I go to powerhouse which is a sex bar and I go to the back room and show off my glistening hole with lol the tally marks, I get oushed against the wall and get fucked but 4 guys all who don’t cum and keep slipping out of me as my hole is crazy sloppy. I’m sure there is ZERO friction left lol. I head back to my hotel and invite over a couple from grindr who’s take turn fucking me. They both breed me and I have a euphoric experience. We follow each other on insta as they are excited to meet a cum dump. They shower ne with compliments and I go back to me work hotel and shower and push out the loads. Clean up and go to sleep. I wake for work the next day and as I’m getting ready I realize my ass is still covered in tally marks. I work the rest of the day that way

In 2026 I would like to find my nympho bf. Someone addicted to cum and dicks that I could use and share with other men.

The first week of classes, there is a local art fair in the arts district right by the campus. I have my camera and a bag with a very basic portfolio of my photos so far, and one that's a bit more risqué. I wonder around looking at the various vendors and enjoy the warm late summer day. I take a few photos of the scenes, people, nothing to write home about. I notice there are a few vendors with their tents adjoining each other, with various pride flags flying on posts at either end of it. I make my way over to scope things out. There are about 10 different vendors, all with different art. Blown glass, paintings, hand made clothing, and a few photographers. I look at the various photographers and a couple of them really catch my attention. They both have several implied nude photos with couples (mostly men, but some lesbian, and straight). Nothing that is wildy inappropriate for this type of event, but border line. There is a selection of photos with guys my age, very twink like and quite petite, with older men and muscle daddies. These begin to make my hole twitch. Again, there is no actual nudity, but everything is implied. I cant take my eyes of of them. The style and compositions are very well done, not to mention the subject matter is right up my alley. "Hey I'm Drew." I hear behind me. "Are you enjoying my collection." "Yes I am. I love the style and your compositions are quite amazing." I turn and see a man, probably in his late 20's with a similar build to me, clearly we're very similar to each other in many ways. He's wearing a pride tank top and a leather bracer that says "Daddy's boi." on his left wrist. We smile at each other as we scope the other out. "Not to mention the subject matter is quite...fascinating." "Are you a student at the university?" "Yes, I'm in my first week actually." "Nice, welcome to town. Do you have your ID on you? There's a group of photographers that have a bit more photo's that would make these look like church paintings in the back, but gotta be 18. If you're interested..." I look over towards the back of the tent and see a sign that says private and another guy sitting next to it. "Um I'd love to." I pull out my ID and Drew looks it over and looks at me. "They're gonna love you..." He hands it back to me and walks me to the other guy and he moves a tent flap and I go back and there's a whole nother area as big as the front with more erotic photos. I make my way through enjoying a lot of the artwork. Theres a bit for everyone it seems. I stop at one photographer's display with several photos of bigger guys, muscle bears, dad bods, chubby guys and such, with twinks. I see that he's won several awards for his work, especially for his use of first person pov among other things. I take his card from the table and move on. I see a table with a sign advertising an erotic art show at a local gay bar. I walk up and there's an older man, probably in his sixties sitting behind the table. I grab a flyer and say a friendly hello. "Are you old enough to be in here, son?" He asks me with a warm smile. "Yes Sir! I'm a couple months past my 18th. I just started classes at the University." I swallow nervously as I'm holding a flyer for the show. He stands up and is towering over me by nearly a foot, and probably has another 120 pounds of weight compared to my 115 pounds. I also note a large bulge in his leather pants. "Well welcome to town. I'm Skip. I own the club hosting the art show. We're primarily a bear bar, but we do have one week night a month where we let the college kids in for a networking event. No booze served obviously. And host artists once a month for the Gallery Hop. But this event is at one of the larger galleries I own. You should come." "Thank you, Sir. I'd love to come!" He smirks, "I be you would...I love your manners, son. I see you have your camera on you. Are you a photographer?" "I am, Sir. Kinda starting out and trying to figure out what I want to do with it. But I've been a hobbyist for a few years, but have gotten a bit more serious with it. Thats one of the things I'm here at school to learn and improve." "Very good. We have 5 amateur photographers that we sponsor for the show, there's typically 10 - 20 total that show here. Theres a couple of prizes for the winners, typically they'll have a best in show amateur that is voted on by the pro's, collectors, and gallery owners. That winner gets a free entry to the big year end Gallery Hop Erotic showcase event. There is also a people's choice amateur that get's to shadow and apprentice under one of four of the photographers here." He points out 3 of the vendors that I havent looked at yet, and the fourth one is the one that captured my eyes, and made my hole twitch before I came to this table. "Would you be interested? I already have 4 other's I'm sponsoring, so you'll need to grab it quick or I'll find someone else today." "I'd love to, Sir." "Your manners go a long way son...Do you have any work I can look at?" I hand him my primary portfolio. He flips through it, studying various photos for a few minutes each. "These won't work, you have anything like what's in here?" He asks as he waves his hands around the room. "Oh, right." I scramble to get my more erotic portfolio out and hand it to him. "This is better....mmmm...very good....nice." He looks through a couple of them. Mostly from art club, drawing class of the nude model that I photographed. "Well, I'm sorry, son, but so far these are good, but not gallery material. I think there is potential, but not this year..." "Wait, Sir..." I flip 3/4's of the way through the portfolio. "My....are these you?" "Yes, Sir. There is an older man in there as well, he's the one that took my virginity." I blush, not sure why I let that out. "Hot. How did you get these so well composed with cum all over your face?" "Hahaha, um I staged the positions before the guys and I...work things out. Once they left, I quickly ran to the other room to shoot it with a remote shutter." "Okay..." He rubs his growing cock. "you're close, but what are you willing to do to help me commit to sponsoring you?" A hunger comes in his eyes. I can't take my eyes of his growing bulge. "Fuck me..." I say under my breath as his cock pulses. "Works for me. Chris, watch the table. I'm going to take...." He looks at me. "Alex, Sir." I realize what's about to happen. "Alex in the back room and fill out some paperwork for the Show." "Have fun." He grabs my hand and pulls me into another part of the tent that opens up into the back of his sprinter van. He has a small be in there with some storage. "It's sound proof." He shuts the door as we get in and I sit on the bed and put my bag and camera down in the front of the van. As I turn around he is only in a leather harness and metal cock ring. "Get to work claiming your entry." I drop to my knees on the bed and take his fat cock in my mouth. "Fuck yes, son. Suck grandpa's cock." I work my way as far as I can, but he's quite thick compared to the handful of guys that I've sucked the past two weeks here. He slides his hand down my shorts and grabs my ass. "Fuck this is nice." He grabs the other cheek and then puts a fat finger on my hole. "So tight." He pushes his finger into me and I moan on his cock. I take his cock out of my mouth and bury my nose in his bush at the base of his cock and sack. I lick and suck on his gray hair covered balls. "God, your cock and balls are so fucking hot!" I say as I lick and sniff his manhood. "Am I the oldest you've been fuck by?" "Yes, Sir." "Fuck yes!" He pushes my shorts down and sees that I'm just in a dark pink jock strap. "Grandpa loves breeding boi pussy. Enough of your mouth. I'm going to destroy your hole." "Please grandpa! Breed me with your fat old cock." He spins me around and spits on my hole and pushes two fingers in and spits again. "Fuck this is gonna hurt at first." He barely warns me before he pushes his cock head against my hole. I scream into the mattress as he invades me. "God I wish I was off my meds for this." He says as he puts his body weight on my ass and drives his cock deep to the hilt. He holds his position to let me get use to his girth. He slowly back out of me, one inch at a time, then pushes back in a half an inch, repeating until his purple old man mushroom it pushing against the inside of my sphincter. He spits again on his fat cock and slowly pushes back in to the hilt. He repeat this for a few minutes, until the pain subsides and I push back on his member. "That's my boy..." He grabs my hips with both hands and begins to pull me onto him as he pushes into me. Using me like a life size fleshlight. He throws me around in several positions fucking me like there is no tomorrow. I'm moaning and screaming like a whore. I cum three times hands free before he puts all his weight on me in missionary and kisses me passionately as he fills my bowels with his old cum.

Your encouraging comments are a huge turn-on, thank you. Here's another short chapter before Christmas. This one is still just online fantasy—just the toxic words of a giftgiver. But I promise, we are getting there.. the next one is the real thing. So bear with me! Happy Christmas! Part 5: The Giftgiver's Typed Poison Night falls, and with it, the familiar ache. You sit down at your laptop, the screen's glow a sterile comfort. You don't even bother with the forum tonight. The stories are just ghosts. You need a connection. You need a possibility. You turn to Romeo, your old, familiar hunting ground. You set the filters to your new truth: Safer Sex?: "Let's talk." You join every community related to bareback and poz, scrolling through the lists of members, filtering for tops. You're deep in a community called "Gift Givers Netherlands" when a particular post catches your eye. It's from a user named ToxicDaddy. The post isn't just a comment; it's a manifesto. He's arguing against the "sanitization" of bareback culture, and his target is specific. He's railing against the neg guys who seek out gift givers while being on PrEP. He writes, "They want to live the fantasy, but they don't have the balls to go the full way. It's a cheat, a lie. They're just tourists in our world, not pilgrims." Below his text, he's attached a picture of his latest lab results, the viral load number circled in red, followed by a series of explicit, high-quality photos of him fucking and breeding different asses, his biohazard tattoo on his chest clearly visible. He's not just talking the talk; he's providing proof. He's a purist. Intrigued, you click on his profile. His profile picture isn't a body part. It's the symbol of a cock ejaculating dozens of tiny, swirling biohazard icons. It's a flag. A declaration of war. His stats are just as direct: 45, 6'2", 185cm, 95kg. His location? Amsterdam. A jolt goes through you. Amsterdam. A three, maybe four-hour drive. It's not a fantasy continent away. It's a possibility. Not for today or tomorrow, but a planned trip... that was possible. The distance makes it safe for now, but the proximity makes it dangerously real. You drop him a tap—a pig to show that you like his kinks. A moment later, a message appears. He: Great profile. Saw you are also in all of these sleazy poz groups. I'm poz, med-free, high VL. Only fuck bare! You? Your heart hammers. This is it. No games. The truth, right there in the opening line. Your hand instinctively goes to your crotch, kneading the growing bulge through your jeans. You: Thanks! Exactly what I'm looking for! 🙂 I’m neg, not on PrEP. He: Good. I hate PrEP. It's a chemical condom that can't even break. It ruins the fun. So you're a chaser? The confirmation is a relief, but his direct question sends a new thrill through you. It's the first time you've said it to someone like this. You: I think so... He: Good. It'll do you good when that poz cum is inside. With my high VL the effect is long-lasting. A shiver runs down your spine. You undo your fly and pull out your hardening cock, your fingers wrapping around the steel of your PA ring, giving it a twist. He's talking about permanence, and he has the lab results to prove it. You: I want that... the real thing. He: I know you do. I also wanted it - wanted to get pozzed. I eventually surrendered to it. Most guys see it as an infection, a mistake. They're wrong. It's a communion. The most intense connection to another man I've ever felt. Your hand freezes on your cock. This is different. This isn't just about fucking. He: It's the ultimate act of trust. To look another man in the eye, knowing he carries the virus, and to open yourself up anyway. To let him past your flesh, past your defenses, and into your blood. Submitting to him, accepting his toxic gift... that's something divine. It changes you. It binds you to him forever. I wasn't just looking for a fuck; I was looking for that bond. And when I found it, when I felt him cum inside me and knew my life was changing forever, it was the most beautiful moment of my life. The confirmation sends a jolt through you. He's not just living proof; he's a disciple of the very act you crave, a high priest of the faith. You reach into the drawer beside your desk and pull out your dildo and a small bottle of lube, your hands trembling slightly. You: It's a huge turn on that you get off on pozzing a neg ass. He: Honestly? It gets me very hot. It should be fun for both of us, right? You: Fuck yeah. Are you playing with yourself too? He: Fuck yes. I've been rock hard since you told me you were neg and not on PrEP. The thought of him, a few hours' drive away, getting instantly hard because of your commitment, because you're one of the purists, is intoxicating. It's a validation you've never felt before. You slick up the dildo and press it against your hole, teasing yourself. He: You got poppers? You: Yeah. He: Good. Take a hit for me. A deep one. Then I'll tell you exactly how I'd breed you. Your hand trembles with excitement. You grab the small brown bottle, unscrewing the cap. You bring it to your nostril and take a long, deep sniff. The rush floods your system, warm and dizzying. Your hole relaxes. He: You feel that? Take another one. You: Yeah... He: Good. First, I'd massage your hole with my precum. Just the tip, rubbing it all over you, leaking precum in your hole, getting you slick with my poz fluid. I'd hold you, pull you close against my warm body, and whisper in your ear what's about to happen. I'd nibble on your earlobe while I'm doing it, letting you feel my cock get harder against you. As he types, your own cock is dripping precum like a faucet. You scoop it up with your fingers and use it to slick up your own hole, imagining it's his. He: Then I'd place the tip of my cock right at your entrance. I wouldn't push. I'd just let it rest there, letting you feel the heat of it, the weight, oozing more precum into your guts. I'd kiss you, deep and slow, while my charged cockhead is poised to enter you. I'd tell you to relax, to breathe, to open up your man cunt, extend your slick asslips to pull me in. You're stroking your cock in time with his words, the fantasy so real you can almost feel his breath on your neck. He: Another hit. This time for both of us. And two more. You hear the faint, imagined sound of him sniffing in your mind and take another hit yourself, the second wave even more intense. You're so close. You can feel your orgasm building. He: I'd push just the head in, slowly. So you can feel every millimeter. I'd look you right in the eyes as I enter you for the first time. No rubber. Just me, raw, skin-on-skin. As he says this, you slowly push the head of the dildo inside you with a soft moan, feeling the stretch, the imagined penetration. He: Then I'd stop, letting you get used to it, letting your neg body accept my poz cock. I'd kiss you again, my tongue in your mouth, my cock in your ass, connected at both ends. I'd go deeper, inch by inch, reaching your inner sphincter, coating it with precum, getting it as slick as your asslips, stretching it until my head pops all the way through. His words are a command. You pull the first dildo out, your hole feeling suddenly empty and desperate. You reach into the drawer and grab the biggest one you have, the one that always makes you feel like you're being split open. You slick it up, line it up, and push it in all the way, breaking past your inner sphincter with a sharp, pleasurable ache that makes you gasp. You've matched his description perfectly, feeling the intense stretch, the full, imagined penetration. He: I'd start to move, so slowly, pulling out almost all the way, then sinking back in. I'd tell you how good you feel, how tight your neg hole is. I'd keep talking to you, my voice a low whisper, telling you how my high viral load is getting ready to fill you up, how you're going to be mine. Asking you one last time, if you are sure. That I will be changing your future forever. Asking if you are ready to accept my gift, accept me! The finality of his words is devastating. It's everything you crave. This is it. This is the connection you've been searching for. It's not just the act, it's the intimacy, the shared surrender, the divine beauty of it all he described. The brutal fantasy of a stranger taking you is nothing compared to this—the idea of a true, willing, sensual pozzing. He: I'm close, chaser. Tell me you want my charged load. Beg for it. You: Please... breed me... give me your charged load! I’m so ready for it! Make me yours! He: That's it... I'm gonna kiss you as I cum... looking so deep into your eyes, I'll see every hot spurt of my charged load painting your soul from the inside, marking you as mine. Take it... take my high VL toxic fucking seed! You cum with a loud, guttural groan, a huge, explosive load. The first shot hits your chest, but the next spurts are so powerful they fly up, hitting you squarely in the face. A thick, warm glob lands right over your left eye, blinding you. You slump back in your chair, the dildo still inside you, panting, and for a moment, you just sit there in the sudden darkness. A sharp, chemical burning starts. It's not just the sting of salt; it's a fire. You try to blink it away, but you can't see. All you can do is feel. The burning in your eye feels like a promise. It feels like a virus taking hold, like a toxic charge searing itself into your very optic nerve, marking you from the inside out. The pain is exquisite. It's a shadow of the real thing, a phantom pain, and it's the most blissful, agonizing sensation you've ever felt. This is what it feels like to be claimed. The chat goes silent for a moment. He: Fuck... that was hot. We'll talk more tomorrow. You: Yeah... okay... You log off of Romeo, your body buzzing, your chest sticky with cum. The fantasy was perfect. That's when you see it. A new notification has popped up on your screen from Romeo, a message that arrived at the exact moment you were shooting your load—almost like a sign from hell. Your heart hammers in your chest as you click back over to the app. It's from a profile you've never seen before. The username is stark and simple: BREEDER. You click on it. The profile is sparse, almost menacing. No pictures, no stats, just a location: a few kilometers away. He's real. He's close. You see the list of forums he's a member of. It's a who's who of every poz and breeding forum on the platform. He's not just a tourist; he's a native of this world. He's the real thing. And then you read his message. It's not a long, explicit fantasy. It's short, direct, and chilling. "Saw you online. You look like you need the real thing."

From a bit ago... just starting to get hard, gets more girthy and veiny when its fully excited...

My decision to go bare was intentional. While I started having sex using condoms, I felt something was missing. I needed that extra level of intimacy. In spite of any risks, and regardless of whether we'd see each other again, I needed to feel and connect to another man without barriers between us.

went on a date with an older daddy, he drove me an hour out of town to a sketchy area with a run down sex toy store with video booths that are large enough to fit half a dozen men. He made me pull my shorts down to my knees, kneel and suck his cock while he played porn with the booth door open. Within a few minutes, I could hear men coming in and out to view me sucking his cock. I heard men commenting how sexy my ass looked and how my date should ejaculate in my mouth and make me swallow it all. Next thing I knew someone came over to fondle my ass, my genital and stuck his finger in my pussy. And someone else's hand started to fondle me as well. My date kept on shoving my head into his crotch so I couldn't raise my head to look how many men were in the booth. Some guy started to rub his cock on my butthole and I felt him spitting on pussy just before he pressed his hard cock really hard against my pussy to try to force it in while he was jacking off hard, and then I felt him ejaculating, warm cum hit pressed against my butthole and running down my balls. Some guy told him to move out of the way since he came already, and that dude just jammed his cock into my cum lubed butthole and plowed away. I so wanted to ask "are you clean?" But my date was too busy fucking my face and kept on pushing my head down. While I was getting used, I heard some guy brought his girlfriend over to have her watch, and she was shocked. I heard her commenting how gross it was seeing the semen running down my balls. My date was getting so excited, he began to moan loud as he started to ejaculate, and some dude rushed over to my face and blew his load right on my face and mouth as date was ejaculating. The guy plowing my pussy also started to ejaculate, and I so wanted to tell him to pull out, but I was chocking on my date's cock and swallowing his semen. I hope I didn't catch anything.

Lab.oratory - check what theme is on each night BULL Boiler might be a bit cold at the beat in Tiergarten

Yes, here rn, where can I get some poz loads?

I'd come up behind the guy with my hard-on perfectly wedged into his ass crack, grab his tits in both hands, then whisper in his ear, "Hope you're poz because you will be when I finish with you."

You could just try bending over a bench with your jeans around your ankles (I'd advise leaving your wallet elsewhere.) That's generally a good indication that your cunt is public domain. Wear fewer clothes......wear really short shorts. Split your shorts/jeans open at the ass (velcro?) so they are easily accessible.

Quick Christmas eve story. Here in the southern hemisphere, it’s hot summer weather. Christmas Eve was a hot day. I was at work, driving around fixing stuff, it’s a bit hot and sweaty and I have on dirty work clothes. It was busy, but we have a half day or Christmas Eve. I finished work, I have been horny all week, so I went online to see if anyone was about. A guy I have met before said he is up to drop a load. I have met him at a spot at the park, in the forest by the river, I think it’s near where he works. I got down there in ten minutes. I lubed my hole. He arrived a few minutes later. He turns up in sports kit with thin baggy shorts, I can see his cock bulge through the shorts, he is half hard. I guess he is going to the gym. He drops his shorts, I do the same. We stroke each other, he gets hard and feels my crack, he turns me around and eases his cock in. I push my shirt up, because it’s pretty hot. I brace against a tree, and he starts fucking, he has a decent sized cock, I tell him to just go for it and use my hole, and blow…. He fucks for about five minutes, I bend low and take a wide stance, so he can get in deep. I can feel his belly against my back. He blows his load and holds his cock in for a minute. He pulls out and his cock is bigger than I thought. I am still horny, I look at my app again and there is another guy I have met before, who wants to drop a load. So I send him the location and he is there in ten minutes. A lucky break for me. There are a lot of guys online, I guess that guys need to blow a load, so they are relaxed for Christmas Day. I take the dude to the same place, and repeat the fuck session almost exactly, but this time my ass is lubed with lube and cum. He has a slightly shorter cock, but with a large cock head. I am glad my ass is already stretched out a bit. I remember it was a slow start the previous time I met him. He fucks me hard, I tell him to blow, he blows his cum in me. He wishes me Merry Christmas. I gave him a hug. I am happy to have got two loads. I start driving home. But I am hard and still horny, so I drop by another park that is good to meet dudes in. There was a guy sitting in his car, he follows me into the forest, we have a play, but he is not up for fucking so I tell him to jack off and blow his cum on my ass. He is into it. So I leave with a cum on my ass and two in my hole. As I am leaving the park, there is a guy on a bench. So I go down the trail, so he sees where I am going and I sit on a low branch waiting to see if he is looking. He turns up a minute later, and he is wearing floppy soccer shorts and a sleeveless tee, no underwear, I can see his cock head line through the fabric, I love summer clothes. He stands right in front of me with his cock near my face, so I run my hand up his smooth leg, up inside his shorts to touch his cock head. He moves closer, so I slide my hand to rub his balls and into his lubed up ass crack. I know he wants cock in his ass. I want to just fuck him and blow, I stand up and we both drop our shorts, he leans over a tree branch and huffs some poppers. I slide my cock in slowly and deeply. He pushed back and he must be spinning with poppers. I slowly start fucking him and I get faster and he pushes back with each stroke. I strip off my shirt, because it’s hot and sweaty. He wants my load in his ass, I tell him I am going to blow my load in him. He wants it, I wrap my arms around him and hold him grinding our sweaty bodies together. I whisper in his ear, I tell him he’s going to get cum in his ass. I am close to blowing, so I bear hug him to stop him from moving and I hold my cock in him as pump my load in his ass. I head home, but stop by the supermarket to buy a couple last things for Christmas, I am sweaty and dirty, but it’s hot and I am wearing my dirty work clothes. People will just think I had a tough work day. Merry Christmas everyone.

This happened about two months ago when I was at a party at one of my friend's house. It was getting late I wanted to start to head for home. I had a few drinks but I was not drunk by any means. The only reason I stayed so long was because there was this really hot guy there who I would love to fuck. But he went home by himself. As I was driving home I saw this whitish object along the road and it looked like it was moving. I thought it was a damn deer. Well it was not a deer, but instead a nice young two-legged buck. I stopped and asked him if he was ok. The kid looked drop dead gorgeous. If he was over 19, I would have been surprised. He said that he had been out drinking with friends, and they had dropped him off out here and he had to get back into town. I, being the nice guy that I am, gave him a ride, all the time I was wondering how I was going to get into his pants and get to fuck his cherry ass with my hot poz cock. I asked him if he wanted to go home or come over to my place for some beers, maybe watch a movie. Well it did not take him long to decide on the beers and movies. I have a couple of straight porn DVDs just for this kind of occasion. So we started to drink, and after a while when he was feeling pretty good, then I popped in the porn. I accidentally popped in a bi movie, to see how he reacted. I could tell the movie was having a effect on him. He was discretely (I’m sure he thought), rubbing his cock through the denim of his pants. I told him that it would be ok, since we are there alone if he wanted to take it out and stroke it, that no one would know. He agreed since we had never seen each other before, and because he was well on his way to being drunk. I went to get him another beer, and when I came back, he had his cock out; naturally I followed suit. We sat there for about 10 minutes slowly stroking. I noticed he seemed not a little interested in my tool, so I gave him an ample view, by shucking my trousers and briefs down to my knees. He followed my example, and after a couple minutes of look-see, I then asked him if I could touch his dick, and he slurred sure. I stroked it for him, playing with the pre-cum rubbing it up and down his cock. It was a nice cock, about 7.5" cut and it had a nice head. I kept stroking his cock for a while and then I asked if I could suck it. When he did not say anything, I took it as a yes and slowly went down on him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the movie was into a gay scene, two guys going down on each other. He asked me if he could suck my dick. Of course, I replied sure, repositioning myself to accommodate him. He started to suck slowly on it, getting just the head into his mouth. Not surprisingly, he was rather inexperienced, but fortunately, I was not, so I knew just how to move the play to the next plane. I played with his cock, ass and tits, doing my best to keep the excitement building. He kept working on my cock, and what he lacked in technique, he certainly made-up for with enthusiasm. Sensing the time was ripe, I stood-up and pulled my pants up, asking if he wanted to go into the bedroom, with the suggestion we’d be more comfortable. At this point, the two guys started to fuck each other. He asked me if I had ever done that and I told him yes. I asked if he was interested and he replied he had thought about it, as he pulled his pants up. Smiling, I told him we could try that as well, so, taking his hand, I lead him into the bedroom, I stripped, and helped him out of his clothing, positioning him on his back. I started by kissing his chest, sucking on his perky nipples and working my way down to his cock, getting his hard, engorged cock all nice and wet. Then I moved on to his balls and ass by lifting his legs and rimming his musky hole. Clearly, it was a new experience for him - frankly, I thought he was going to jump out of the bed with excitement. He loved it. He was moaning and groaning ad telling me not to stop. I told him I had to stop, because I had something that would make him feel better. I got out the lube and prepared his hole. He asked me if I was going to fuck him and I said yes. He asked me if I needed a condom, and I told him not unless he had something that I was going to catch. He said he was clean, and then he let me start to fuck him. His ass was so fucking tight, but for it, he was a natural bottom. After a minute or two of adjustment, he began flexing his muscle around my cock and almost made me cum too soon. I looked right into his eyes and watched him as I was fucking him, knowing that I was going to be infecting this cherry boy. I went for about 20 minutes, at which point I couldn’t take it any longer. I shot my load deep into his tight hole as he shot his load out onto his chest. We rested for about 10 minutes, cuddling together on the bed. To my pleasure, he then asked if I could fuck him again. Naturally I told him I would love to. I was going to make this a night he was never going to forget. It was so fucking hot. The next morning he left and I have not seen him again, but I am certain he will be thinking of me in a few months.

When I was in my 20’s, I chased after guys in their 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s. Not only was I so attracted to them, they were so good at sex. They’re more passionate and caring. They knew exactly what felt good. Interestingly, as I’ve gotten older, I still love daddies much older than me.

With the Holidays here, now's the time to do something both unexpected - and pleasing - for someone else. It costs nothing to say something like Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, or Happy New Year to someone you know (or don't), and it'll make both you and the other person feel a smidge better about everything. And then, head off to the tubs for the *real* celebrations !!!

I do the same if a top uses a condom. It actually turns them on watching me dump their sperm up my hole and they often help finger it inside me, playing with their cum and my hole. While I hate latex, the feel is awful, I won’t refuse a cock. I’ll do my best to try and talk them into raw breeding me, but if that doesn’t work then I’ll let them fuck me covered. Same tactic if I’m trying to breed a safe only bottom. Except I refuse to use a condom. They won’t get my cock if I’m shooting my load into a rubber.

Any Berliners or visitors (m/f/d) in Berlin during the holidays seeking some POZ pump n dump or gang breeding fun?

Chapter 8- New Year, New Me Clearview University- North Campus. 05:44 MST. 20-Dec-20XX. REDACTED location. The SUV hummed steadily as it cut through the snow, tires whispering over packed ice. On the side was the emblem for BLACKWELL, Bio-Level Authority for Containment, Knowledge & Epidemiological Lockdown. It had been formed shortly after the Helixion Event claimed their entire team, Black Sigma, just 3 months prior. The windows were darkened, the interior lit only by the dull glow of the instrument panel bleeding in from the front. In the passenger seat, Tobias Vahn leaned back with one boot braced against the floor, a bag of hastily eaten fast food resting loosely between his knees, looking far too relaxed for a man headed into quarantine. Elias Kade sat beside him, rigid, arms folded, eyes fixed on the blurred white landscape sliding past the glass. He hadn’t spoken since they’d left the checkpoint. “So,” Tobias said finally, breaking the silence like he always did, casual and careless. “What’re your Christmas plans?” Elias’s head turned slowly. The look he gave him could have frozen the engine block. “Playing dumb now, are we? Didn’t your brother already tell you how thrilled I was opening the care package your mother sent?” Elias asked flatly. Tobias grinned. “Trevor? Oh yeah. He mentioned it all right.” He nudged Elias’s side lightly with his elbow. “Said Mom sent the onesies already. Red nose. Felt antlers. Just for the newest member of the family.” Elias looked away again. “Don’t you dare call me Rudolph.” That only made Tobias laugh. “Don’t even try to deny enjoying the tradition. I bet Trev already asked you to guide his sleigh.” Elias didn’t respond. He shifted in his seat, jaw tightening, and after a beat deliberately changed the subject. “Just… give me the rundown, Tex.” Tobias straightened a little, the humor draining just enough to let something professional surface. “All right… Reaper.” He tapped the tablet mounted to the seat in front of them, pulling up the case file. “Frat house. Phi Alpha Gamma.” Elias nodded, activating the turn signal and slowing down at their exit. Tobias snorted. “Jesus… what a name.” Elias looked over at him and let out a bored sigh looking at him. “What’s so funny now?” “Phi Alpha Gamma… FAG House? Really? Whatever… keep forgetting you never were part of the Greek system…” Elias rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the road. “Anyways… Seven residents,” Tobias continued. “All male. All enrolled. All failed to show for finals. Campus security did a welfare check after a few professors escalated.” The SUV passed under a streetlight. For a moment, Elias’s face was starkly illuminated—focused, alert. “Security found signs of a struggle,” Tobias said. “Furniture displaced. Decorations destroyed. No bodies. No sign of forced entry however.” “Local PD?” Elias asked. “Called in. Then immediately sent away once preliminary forensics came back.” Tobias scrolled. “Multiple biological residues found on site. Samples confirmed as bodily fluids. All samples tested positive for HIV-3, complete with the markers for human mutagen variants.” Elias closed his eyes briefly. Opened them again. “Quarantine?” “Full lockdown,” Tobias said. “BLACKWELL took jurisdiction. Media blackout in place. Anyone who came in contact tested, no positives in anyone.” The SUV slowed as they approached the perimeter. Flashing hazard lights reflected off the snowbanks ahead. Tobias glanced at Elias. “We were too late,” he added quietly. “Again.” Elias didn’t answer. He reached for his respirator, already slipping back into mission mode. The SUV rolled to a controlled stop just short of the cordon. Red and amber lights pulsed against the snow, painting the night in slow, warning colors. Beyond them, the frat house sat dark and ordinary, its porch light burned out, windows black. It looked abandoned in the way only places that shouldn’t be empty ever do. Tobias flicked the tablet fully toward Elias. “A’right,” he said, business now. “Names, faces, and what we know.” Elias leaned in, eyes tracking as Tobias scrolled. Each profile slid past with the same sterile formatting—photo, age, role in the house, medical notes. Normal kids. Normal histories. Nothing that justified a BLACKWELL response on its own. “Campus security went in first,” Tobias continued. “They thought it was booze, finals stress, maybe a prank gone wrong. Found overturned furniture, broken ornaments, the tree down. No blood. No bodies.” Elias’s gaze sharpened. “But I’m sure plenty of biologicals.” “Damn… looks like everywhere,” Tobias said. “Floors. Furniture. Basement stairs. Maintenance room.” He paused. “That’s when PD backed off and called us.” He tapped a file and brought up lab results. “Semen. Urine. Saliva.” Elias didn’t react outwardly, but his shoulders tightened. “Like I was saying, all samples were positive for HIV-3 and HMV…” Tobias added. “Extremely high viral load. Uniform markers.” Elias exhaled slowly through his nose. “That doesn’t happen by accident.” “No,” Tobias agreed. “Which is why the house is locked down. Quarantine radius established within the hour. Media blackout—‘carbon monoxide leak’ for now.” “And the missing?” Elias asked. “Seven residents,” Tobias said. “No confirmed sightings since the night before finals. Phones dead or abandoned on site. No exit footage. Nothing on traffic cams.” The SUV’s engine idled softly. Snow tapped against the roof like static. Tobias hesitated, then scrolled further. “One more thing.” Elias glanced up. “What.” “Frat vice president,” Tobias said. “Derek Vance.” He brought the file up and held it there. “Medical history includes a confirmed CCR5-Δ32 mutation.” Elias went very still. Tobias didn’t look at him as he continued. “Same mutation you have.” Silence stretched between them, thick and loaded. Elias nodded once. “Meaning resistance,” he said quietly. “Not immunity.” “Exactly,” Tobias replied. “Which means if he’s involved—” “—then maybe we have a chance at a new ally,” Elias finished. They both looked toward the house again. The lights ahead flickered as a generator kicked somewhere in the perimeter. The snow kept falling. The frat house remained dark. Whatever had happened inside it had selected its targets carefully. And it hadn’t finished speaking yet. — They suited up in silence. Respirators sealed with practiced ease, filters clicking into place with the soft, final sound of containment protocols engaging. Tobias adjusted the straps at Elias’s shoulder automatically, muscle memory from other sites like this—places where the air itself had become a liability. “Feels festive,” Tobias muttered, glancing at the snow piling against the curb. Elias didn’t answer. His eyes were on the house. Phi Alpha Gamma sat behind police tape and portable floodlights, its Greek letters still bolted proudly above the door. Someone had tried to decorate for Christmas. A string of lights drooped unevenly along the porch railing, half of them dark. One red bulb blinked intermittently, slow and tired, like a failing pulse. They crossed the threshold together. The front door stuck before giving way with a dull crack, wood warped by cold. Inside, the smell hit immediately even through the respirators—stale beer, the reek of cigar smoke, pine sap, old urine, something metallic beneath it all. The air felt wrong. Not thick, exactly. Just… used. Tobias swept his light across the living room. The Christmas tree lay on its side near the television, ornaments shattered across the floor like glittering debris. Tinsel clung to the couch cushions. One stocking hung torn from the mantle, its contents spilled and trampled. “No forced entry,” Tobias said quietly. “Whatever happened, it started inside.” Elias moved slowly, methodical. His gaze tracked details Tobias knew better than to ignore: drag marks in the carpet, smears on the arm of the couch already flagged with biohazard tape, a half-empty beer bottle knocked beneath the coffee table. The television was still on. Static hissed softly, filling the room with white noise. Tobias frowned and muted it. The sudden quiet felt heavier than the sound had. “Basement?” Elias asked. “Eventually,” Tobias said. “But let’s finish the main floor first.” They moved deeper into the house. The kitchen showed signs of interruption rather than chaos—chairs pushed back, a case of bottled beer stacked neatly near the counter as if someone had been in the middle of moving it. A faint trail of boot prints led toward the back hallway, then vanished. Elias stopped near the couch. “There,” he said. Tobias followed his line of sight. A single gift box sat on the center cushion, perfectly upright amid the mess. Red wrapping paper. A crisp silver bow. Untouched by the surrounding destruction. Two names were written on the tag in neat block letters. FOR TEX AND REAPER Neither of them moved for a moment. “Forensics couldn't have missed that,” Tobias said softly. “No,” Elias agreed. “That’s for us. Seems someone must have snuck in and left it for us.” The house creaked around them, settling in the cold. Somewhere deeper inside, a pipe knocked once and fell quiet. Elias stepped forward. “The Alpha wanted us to see this.” Elias stared at the box for a long moment before touching it. Protocol said to wait for a containment tech. Protocol also said do not interact with unknown media devices. But nothing about this scene had followed protocol so far, and the longer Elias looked at the box, the more certain he became that it wasn’t going anywhere on its own. Tobias shifted beside him. “You want me to call in a team and—” “No,” Elias said quietly. “If this is meant to be seen, it’s meant for us. I’m sure he wouldn’t leave us any clues on it.” He picked it up. The box was light. No ticking. No vibration. Inside, nestled in cheap green tissue paper, was a single black flash drive. No logos. Just plastic and metal, clean and deliberate. Elias’s jaw tightened. Picking it up and turning it around before finally seeing the small Korean anime girl etched on the case. “Of course,” Tobias muttered. “One of Pixel’s, I’m sure. Because who else would leave us such a clue?” They exchanged a glance. Then Elias walked to the television, inserted the drive into the side port, and stepped back. A single movie file was on the drive, and grabbing the remote, Elias selected it and hit play. The screen flickered. Static gave way to video. At first, it was hard to tell what they were seeing. The footage was shaky, handheld—someone laughing just out of frame. The camera swung wildly, catching glimpses of the frat house interior they were standing in now, but altered. Darker. Warmer. Lit by blinking red and green Christmas lights that were no longer there. Then the figures came into view. Tall. Inhumanly broad. Black, glossy skin reflecting the lights like polished stone. Horns curved from their heads in shapes that felt intentional—decorative, even. Several of them turned toward the camera at once. Each one waving at the screen. Their old team. Tobias inhaled sharply. “Jesus…” More figures moved into frame. Young men. Naked. Smiling. Elias’s stomach dropped as recognition set in—faces from the files he’d read in the SUV. Noah. Evan. Paul. Zach. Ty. Bran. All standing among the creatures as if they belonged there. All in advanced stages of being transformed. Every one of them looked altered in horrifying ways: posture too relaxed, expressions too vacant, eyes pure black. Horns starting to grow out of their heads, skin grey, teeth sharp and glistening. Their movements were uncoordinated but eager, like performers waiting for a cue. Except one. Derek Vance stepped into the center of the frame, pulling a chair behind him and slumping into it with a happy smile. He looked… unchanged. Mostly. Still human in shape. Still smiling the same easy, arrogant smile from his student ID photo. A cigar hung from his mouth, ember glowing as he took a slow drag but his pupils were blown open, with black veins creeping off around them. “Hey, Tex. Reaper,” Derek said cheerfully, waving at the camera. “Or would you prefer Toby and Elias? Hope you had a nice Thanksgiving.” Tobias froze. “He knows us. What a cocky little shit.” Derek laughed, smoke curling around his face. “Let me guess… Tex just said something cutting… Just so you both know, we already knew you both would be coming. We figured it’d be rude not to leave you something to open for Christmas. Don’t bother checking for anything of use on the box or drive… we made sure to hide our tracks.” He gestured behind him. The creatures shifted. The transformed frat brothers moved closer together. Someone off-camera began humming. The tune was unmistakable. Elias felt his blood go cold. The camera tilted, capturing a line of creatures standing behind each transforming frat guy. As if on cue, Derek walked over to who Eli guessed was Gravestone, the largest in the group, and quickly backed himself onto the massive cock with a groan, pulling out the cigar out of his mouth and locking lips with him before placing it in Gravestone’s mouth. Gravestone grinned at the camera and smacked Derek’s ass hard. For a brief moment they all stood there, and then it began. Each one of their former teammates took a turn, slamming their dick hard into their frat boy, as each frat boy began to individually moan in key each word to “We Wish You A Merry Christmas.” Tobias turned away instinctively, letting out a muttered curse, but Elias couldn’t. His eyes burned. His hands clenched at his sides. Right as they reached the final part of the song, they sang in unison. “We wish you a Merry Christmas…” The camera rotated again as the sound of growls and moans echoed out into the room, each man cumming on the floor or into a frat brother. The camera stopped moving and faced the one holding it. The Alpha. Larger than the others. Horns more elaborate. Its grin was wide, teeth gleaming. It lifted one clawed hand and waved slowly at the lens. The gesture was almost friendly. The video cut back to Derek, with his cigar back in his mouth. His eyes were fully black now. “And a Happy New Year, Elias. We’re coming for you soon.” “Fucking bastard,” Elias whispered, jaw clenched. “Our master wanted me to say we’re long gone,” he said pleasantly. “Too late again, buddy. But don’t worry though—he’s very excited to see you.” He leaned closer to the camera drawing on his cigar and blowing it at the camera, before blowing a kiss at it.. The screen went black. The house was silent again. Tobias swallowed hard. “Elias… what in the actual fuck…” Elias didn’t answer. He was staring at the dark screen, his reflection faintly visible in it. The Alpha hadn’t just escaped. It had planned this. And it knew exactly who was coming next. Like it had a fucking crystal ball or something. Silence held the room long after the television went dark. Elias was the first to move. He reached up and pulled off his respirator, dragging in a sharp breath that tasted like dust and disinfectant and something older underneath. Tobias followed suit more slowly, rubbing a hand over his face as if that might erase what they’d just seen. “That was some psy-ops level shit right there. Tell me you’re as fucking disgusted as I am,” Tobias said finally. “Please.” Elias shook his head once. “Too coherent. Too… personal. He’s playing with us now.” He crossed the room and knelt near the couch, careful not to touch anything. The gift box sat open where he’d left it, innocent now, like it had never held anything at all. Around them, the house felt suddenly smaller—walls closing in, shadows pressing closer. Elias tapped his comm. “BLACKWELL Command, this is Reaper,” he said. His voice was steady, even if the rest of him wasn’t. “We’ve confirmed contact with the Alpha. I repeat, confirmed. Evidence recovered includes direct communication, pre-recorded taunting, and proof of full conversion of all seven subjects.” A pause. Static crackled faintly. “Copy that, Reaper,” came the reply, clipped and controlled. “We were able to see it ourselves from your live feed. Upload all the data immediately. New orders are pending.” Tobias leaned against the wall, arms crossed tight over his chest. “They left it for us,” he said quietly. “Not just the video. The house. The scene. Like a god damn calling card.” “Yes,” Elias said. “And a warning.” His comm chimed again. “Reaper, listen carefully,” Command said. “Site status is now a Level 5 Quarantine. No recovery. No rescue. No pursuit beyond perimeter. You are to disengage and await further instruction.” Elias’s jaw tightened. “Disengage,” he repeated. “With respect, Command, the Alpha is mobile. It’s recruiting. It knows our identities.” “We’re aware,” Command said. “Which is why this just escalated to Level 5. BLACKWELL is assuming full jurisdiction. A joint task force is being assembled.” Tobias let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Another fucking task force. Great. Like the last one they got.” “Tex,” Elias said softly, without looking at him. Command continued. “Reaper, there’s another factor. Medical flagged something in the subject files you reviewed. Derek Vance.” Elias didn’t respond immediately. “Yes,” he said after a beat. “I saw it.” “The CCR5-Δ32 mutation,” Command confirmed. “Same as yours.” Tobias straightened. “Your point being?” “The guys in the lab here think it likely explains why he reacted differently,” Command went on. “Why he isn’t transformed just like you. That makes Derek a dangerous vector, Reaper. Or worse… a prototype for the Alpha.” The word hung heavy in the air. Elias closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, whatever shock he’d felt was locked down, buried under years of training. “So what are my orders?” he asked. Another pause. Longer this time. “You and Tex are to return to base immediately,” Command said. “Medical screening. Another round of antivirals. Full debrief. After that— you’ll be on immediate standby.” “Fucking lovely. There went our Christmas, Mom and Trev are going to be furious. Control, what about the Alpha?” Tobias demanded, leaning toward the comm like it might answer him directly. “The Alpha is now designated a global bio-threat,” Command replied. “Reaper?” “Yes.” “If it reaches out again… we’ll need to activate Omega protocols.” The channel went dead. Elias lowered his hand slowly. The house seemed to exhale around them, as if relieved the conversation was over. Tobias looked at him. Really looked at him. “They’re saying this is bigger than Helixion, aren’t they?” “Yes.” “And that thing—” Tobias swallowed. “It knows you.” Elias glanced once more at the dark television screen, imagining the Alpha’s grin, the casual wave. “It always did, remember?” he said, tapping his head in annoyance. He replaced his respirator and turned toward the door. “Come on,” Elias added. “We’re done here. Leave the rest to the clean up team.” They both removed their suits and tossed them into the biohazard bin, listening as it locked electronically. Behind them, the frat house remained quiet and empty—quarantined, condemned, and marked. Reaching into his pocket, Elias pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, exhaling in annoyance. Tex looked over at him and sighed, muttering something about how Trevor would be pissed if he caught him smoking again. Elias sighed, leaving a trail of smoke behind him, his mind fixated on one thing. He knew, without a doubt, somewhere beyond the cordon, the Alpha was already planning its next gift. — Derek kept his head down as he walked, the leather collar of his jacket turned up against the cold. Sunglasses hid his eyes from the bright glow of the snow, and anyone passing him would’ve clocked him as just another student cutting through the neighborhood—nothing remarkable, nothing worth remembering. The phone pressed warm against his ear. “Hey Ty. Tell the Alpha they found it,” he said casually, voice light. “Wrapped it up real neat. Whole place is crawling with suits now.” A pause. Then a low, pleased hum from the other end. “Yeah, Blackwell is moving in now,” Derek continued, slowing as he reached the end of the block. A government SUV idled at the corner, its lights dark, engine murmuring. “They’re packing up the scene as we speak. Quarantine tape, stern faces, lots of very serious words.” He smiled. Behind the lenses, his eyes were pitch black. Another pause. Derek nodded along, even though Ty couldn’t see it. “Mm-hm. Told you they would. Always so predictable. Anyways, tell our Master that I’m off to the next recruit.” He ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket. For a moment, he just stood there, breathing in the winter air, listening to the distant sounds of radios and engines and people who thought they were still in control. Derek pulled a cigar from his coat, bit the tip, and lit it. He drew deep, savoring the burn in his lungs, the familiar calm settling over him. Next year, he thought, amused. Next year will be even more fun. He adjusted his coat as he walked toward the waiting car, posture relaxed, unhurried. His cock was hard and digging into his hip as he walked. With a brief grope, he adjusted his now massive uncut cock and balls and kept walking, sucking harder on the cigar and enjoying the feeling of the nicotine flowing through his toxic veins. The phone buzzed in his pocket again. Derek pulled it out and glanced down at the screen as he exhaled a thick stream of smoke, opening the PigLoadr app on his phone. Cumlvr99: You close? I need your load in me so bad, dude. Been taking loads all night. He smiled as a picture of the guy’s ass loaded on the screen, gaping and dripping with white cum. He typed back without breaking stride. Daddysboi25: On my way now. Hope your ready for me to change your fucking life. He opened the car door, checking himself out in reflection, adjusting the black leather coat and aviator glasses, adjusting his wavy black hair and touching the newly-placed septum ring in his nose. Pulling out the cigar for a brief moment, he let out a large glob of spit into the snow, smiling at the ever so slightly grey tinge to it. “Fuck, I look so much hotter now,” he said, grinning at his reflection. Satisfied, Derek stepped inside, smoke curling after him as the door shut, smoke filling the cabin. “Time to go claim another victim.” The engine revved as he pulled away from the curb. And somewhere, deep beneath the city’s noise and lights, something ancient and satisfied watched the road stretch open ahead. —------------------------------------- That concludes this year’s Christmas Special. We hope you enjoyed this one-off event, as it was a lot of fun writing it. With that, Merry Christmas from the Master Pathogen team. We hope you all have a great holiday and look forward to continuing the main story in the new year! - leatherpunk16 and kspozcum

it’s all i know from day 1. condoms was never a option

I wish I could do this to every hot man ass I see

I'm really fucking verbal when we're actually fucking (bareback). I don't say "fucking bareback" though because I guess I assume (if I'm meeting someone online) that if they've scanned my profile for even a second, the "bareback" is just assumed.... @onlyraw I think it can be both of these things, but it can also be a third thing. Some gays in the early days of HIV/AIDS refused to use condoms and only fuck "raw" as opposition to the whole "safe sex" movement and what they say as the governments oppression of homosexuality and lackluster response to the early days of HIV/AIDS. Who would have thought - bareback sex as a protest! 🙂

Thank you, this is perfectly said. I never say "fucking" without saying "fucking bareback". The distinction is huge. I love using bareback as a verb and as a noun. I love seeing and hearing the word when I'm spun. If you don't mind me verbalizing during sex I'll say the word "bareback" 100 times, often without any context at all. "Unprotected" is also a hot descriptor when applied to someone's hole or cock.

For me my mission in 2026 is to maximise the amount of different guys fisting me. My dream is to take 100 different fists in my cunt in the space of one year, making it so nearly every sexual encounter I have involves multiple guys and even if they just want a blowjob or to fuck that they eventually get their hands in my hungry hole 🥵

Just got back from the gym, no drips, no runs, no errors. 🙂 A real accomplishment. Lately, once He's got me opened, He likes to pull out all the way, then plunge back in balls deep, then pull out all the way, hole gaping, then plunge back in. i wonder if He realizes He is pumping me full of air when He does that? Would be kinda hot if He knows that and does it on purpose lol, but it does make it harder later on when He is gone and i'm trying to hold HIs cum in and absorb it lol. i know other guys can relate ❤️

I can't find the words for what happened summer 2025. We were three. Me, my partner, and my first ex, the guy who took my virginity. Well, I'm the man who took my current partner's virginity. We were naked, in the hot weather, one thing led to another. And my first man, became my partner's second. It was sort of getting a rite of passage virtually back.

Been so active lately it's been so much damn fun. Whether to start or count somewhere between a few days ago being massaged and fucked and bred 5 times on the massage table and then the man taking me to a bottom and us fucking and breeding the bottom tag teaming. To the next day where went to see a top and he had a bottom and we both fucked and bred the bottom. To the baths where played with a cute bear latino guy lots of fun passionate making out and sensuality and him fucking me on all fours for a good while before breeding me and making out more and him breeding me again but this time on my back. I asked if he was a top only and he said no so we corrected that. I got hard instantly and long dick fucked him with my spit and raw uncut cock and made him moan and whimper and fucked him for a good while before breeding. To the most recent last night being fucked buy a huge long dicked guy in a play area and then an extremely hot furry bear with a sexy long beard fucking me in my room but not breeding. And then playing with a very hot older silver daddy bear who was passionate and commanding and Dominating in me sucking and servicing him and him fucking and breeding me. To fun and agressive sensual making out to me fucking him roughly and agressive and breeding him and then me riding his cock and him breeding me again. And somewhere with the next guy being a white bearded bear who I serviced and sucked and he fucked me for a bit but lots on instinctual grunts and groans and growls especially when I fucked and bred him. And then going back to my room a younger latino bearded guy with a huge long uncut cock long dicking me in my room fucking me raw. But leaving the baths and not finishing with him to go see a regular Top with a long dicked curved dick that he has me deepthroat and got to get on top of him and jack my cock against his ass and almost came from fucking his crack since he didn't want his hole fucked. After some making out and sensuality then me being on my side and him fucking me with his long curved cock until he put me on my belly and fucking pulled out completely several times abusing my hole until he fucked me furiously and bred me shooting a huge load in me. And somewhere inbetween sucking a few guys off and jacking my own cock and cumming from a man fucking my face and jacking my cock and cumming when the curved dick top fucked me.

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

my dick

I'm having a sale on clothes and condoms back at my place... They're both gonna be 100% off. Those are some nice legs... What time do they open for breeding? I am being cheesy though. I will just say I want his ass flat out.

A clear nonverbal for me is when a man slides his hand over my ass and slips his middle finger between my crack. Either over my pants or on my bare ass it’s a clear indication that he wants to breed me. Another is when they turn me around. Then I know they want me to bend over for breeding. No need for talk. I know what he needs.

but I think my favorite is when a guy grabs my ass without any words or while introducing himself, or slips his hand down my shorts and puts his finger on my hole.

I was in a neighboring city and needed to cum before driving home. Messaged several bottoms but nobody was ready. I clicked on one popular cumdump motels in Snifffies because there were several guys there and it was lit up as active. There was a public message that said "blindfolded anon bb bottom. door open as long as this message is posted".. The room number was there too. The profile posted had no pics and was off-line for over an hour. I was so horny and it wasn't too far so I went, figuring I could just leave if I wasn't into the guy. I go to the room and the bottom is getting fucked and two tops are waiting. Older guys is naked fucking and the other two are waiting with their dicks out, clothes on. Neither wanted to be touched. Older guy finishes and one of the tops moves in. I get a better look at the bottom, he's close to my age, fit and has a nice hairy ass. He's blindfolded, as advertised. The top that moves in had a big dick, probably about 8" and thick. He pushes straight in, one thrust, no lube in a way that probably wouldn't have felt good even if opened up and a bit cummy. This cause the bottom to yelp a bit and he speak, basically telling the top that his dick is dry and he needs lube, spit or cum on it. When this happens I immediately recognized the voice and take a closer look. Bottom is a close friend who I never knew had a slutty side. This makes my dick rock hard. The big dick top fucks him for a while before he finally releases and it's a big fucking load. I can see the grundle throbbing and when he pulls out I can see the cum leaking out a bit. The other guy moves in, average an unremarkable guy. He cums really fast - big dick top had barely gotten out of the room. He ask asks my friend how many loads and he says he lost count at 18. My turn, I'm so hard because I love a loaded hole and this is my friend who is pretty cute and there's no way I would have get to fuck him in the dynamics of our friendship. I'm also nervous. I can't speak and what if he lifts the blindfold.... I slide my cock in and he's pretty tight considering the day he's had. Once I'm in, his hole is just so slick and oozing cum. It's take my time because I want to savor fucking him and I build up a nice rhythm. Feel great for me and he's moaning in a good way. I felt like I was going to nut the whole time and was really trying to hold it back but after about 5 minutes I reached the point that I couldn't hold it back without stopping and even though I wanted to go longer it just felt to good to stop. I shot a really nice load in him, felt bigger and longer than normal. My balls were dripping cum and my bush was soaked. I zipped up and left covered in cum. As I was leaving the motel, another top was heading that way he was really unattractive and hit was kind of hot knowing that my friend was going to take this guys load. I ended up sitting in the car for about 45 minutes where I could see the room door. I decided to go back up and get another load out of me. Ugly guy was still fucking him but he stopped and gave me his ass. I was able to fuck longer this time and gave him another load.

I'm heading to Vegas 1/5-9 and I'm planning a 10hr marathon of my ass and mouth being filling by cock, cum and piss. I'm thinking of renting a play room at Entourage and then move the party to a seedy motel. Any pointers from locals? Sub here, Id love a dom handler.

If I'm bent over Anon with a sheet over my head how I'm gonna know what they do?

Part 1 It has been almost 20 minutes figuring out what to wear on my first Pride march. My brother is sitting on his sofa in the living room and waits patiently for me to get ready. ‘Luke, how long will it take you to turn into the slutty twink you always are? The march starts in one hour and we still have to get there first’ my brother calls teasingly. ‘I’m not a slutty twink’ I call back, but when I look in the mirror it is exactly what I am. I am a 21-year-old skinny bitch, at least my friends call me that. I guess it is true, when you’re under 6 feet tall your mouth must become a little bit more powerful. I look at myself and am happy with my outfit, a leather harness over a tight sheer white t-shirt and assless chaps with a golden thong to cover my privates at least a little. As I enter the living room, my brother looks amused. ‘Yeah, right, you are not slutty, not a little bit’ ‘Shut up and let’s go’ We get into his car and drive to the starting point of the Pride March. I really can’t believe that my brother has decided to join me, but he has always supported me. As the Pride march is in a different city, then where I study, my friend group has to arrive by train, and we will meet them there. I was lucky enough to stay at my brother’s for the last two days or I would be sitting in that train too, because the hotel prizes are just too expensive for us partying students. After my brother parked his car in a relatively unknown side street, we head to the parade. I see my friends from far away and we reach them with difficulty as the crowd is huge. The news say that over 100.000 people are expected to celebrate and protest. We finally reach my friends, and I introduce my brother to them, of course they are immediately drawn to him, his charm is unparalleled. For a happily married, straight guy, he really hits it off with my people. The march begins, the atmosphere electric. After an hour we take a break, my brother in deep conversation with Lily, one of my best friends. As we continue our march, the sun becomes stronger and it is getting hot between all the buildings. My brother decides that between all the half-naked people he could get rid of his shirt, I’m astonished by the confidence of him. But of course, I have to admit, he probably is the wet dream of a lot of guys here. As a former ruby player, he is very muscular with a big ass, his now exposed hairy chest is getting all the attention of the people around us. If he wasn’t 13 years older than me and happily married, I would be jealous of the attention he is getting, well I am a little bitch after all, but I really love that he is so comfortable. We walk on, I party with my friends, and my brother is falling behind, but one of us always has an eye on him. Before we reach the big square, Lily notices that my brother is in a very intimate conversation with another men. He is almost as muscular as my brother, his chest hairy as well and his abs out of this world. Above his crotch, which is only covered by a leather jockstrap and the half of a biohazard tattoo is blazing above it. I have no idea how this guy and my brother ended up chatting, but the man’s hand rests on the lower back of my brother. But I forget about it rather quickly as I feel the hand of my on-and-off again boyfriend Chad on my ass. We reach the square, my brother back with our group, all listening to the speeches of the organisers, activists and politicians. Later we decide to go to one of the many parties in the cities gay club, my brother talked into it by Lily and Chad. We chose one, that has an all-welcome bar, but gay cruising area downstairs. So that Chad and I can have some spicy fun, while Lily, my brother and the rest of the gang enjoy the party upstairs. As soon as we enter the club, the atmosphere is full of sex, lust and beer. I’m not sure this was the right choice, but my friends just got the last table and ordered their drinks. Chad and I decided to head downstairs, we are not here to waste time. As we enter the cruising area, Chad pushes me into an open room, that transmits a live video feat of the people inside on a monitor. We close the door and start to make out, within in seconds I have his dick in my mouth, sucking and licking relentlessly. He is almost close to come, so he pulls me up, kisses me and then gets on his knees to return the favour to my cock. Chad isn’t the best at sucking, but he can take a cock deepthroat, I start to fuck his mouth and almost shoot my load. We stop, savouring it for later, we kiss and head back upstairs. As we join the group, I notice my brother wasn’t there. ‘Have you guys seen my brother’ I asked them. ‘He went to the toilets I guess, but it has been a while to be honest’ Lily answers me. I am puzzled as well as a little concerned, I hope he wasn’t angry because I left with Chad right away. I search for him but cannot find him anywhere upstairs. He might have searched for me downstairs, so I decide to head back to the cruising area. As I enter there are a lot more men now, but my brother doesn’t seem to be there. I walk through the maze, some hands finding my ass and cock, but I ignore them, when I stumble upon a playroom with bondage bench right in the centre. I can’t believe my eyes, bend over the bench is my brother while the guy with the biohazard tattoo is fucking him. I slip into a dark corner, watching the scene with confusion. My brother is in pure ecstasy and lust, the unknown guy is hitting harder and harder into him, my brother moaning louder and louder. Suddenly, a big beefy muscular man, his body covered in hair and completely naked enters the room walking directly to the bench. He positions himself in front of my brother and he takes the rock-hard pierced cock in his mouth without hesitation. I can’t believe it, my brother is being spitroasted right now. The man with the biohazard tattoo nods to the big beefy guy, and they swap places. As he stands behind my brother, pushing his cock against his ass, I noticed something missing, but it took me a moment to realise. My brother is not only taking cock, but he is also taking cock raw, and he is taking poz cock raw. It overwhelms me and I turn to leave, when Chad collides with me at the door. I try to push him outside, don’t want him to see my brother, but it is to late. Chad kisses me and then pushes me aside, entering the room and walking towards the bench. He doesn’t present himself to my brother, he walks behind him, nods to the beefy man currently fucking my brother, who makes space willingly. Now the beefy man and the man with the biohazard tattoo are in front of my brother as he is licking or cleaning their cock with his tongue. But my focus is on Chad, who with a grin on his face and a quick look to me, rams his cock into my brother’s ass. My brother moans loudly, I know why, Chad’s cock is not only long, but big. For a little twink, he has a massive cock. I can’t take it anymore and leave the playroom. It takes twenty minutes for Chad to reappear upstairs, but my brother still hasn’t come back up. ‘I thought your brother was straight?’ Chad asks me casually. ‘He is, at least I thought he is, but why did you fuck him? Fuck, my boyfriend fucked my brother, that’s bad’ ‘Don’t loose your cool, lets face it we have fun, but we are not exclusive or anything, and your brother is proper hot. I just had to take the chance.’ ‘Easy for you to say, I don’t know what is happening right now’ ‘I get that, but don’t give him a hard time, he always supported you, now it’s your turn.’ ‘But he fucked the guy with the biohazard tattoo raw, he took poz cock and I doubt he is on PrEP’ ‘Oh, he is taking a lot more loads down there and I never been on the pill too’ ‘What, wait, but we …’ ‘Yes, we fucked raw a lot, but you never asked. Now, get your thong out of your ass and don’t be a bitch. He is enjoying himself, let him have this night’ With those words Chad went to the bar to get another drink. It took another 45 minutes before my brother came back upstairs, together with the biohazard guy. They walked straight towards me. ‘Hey little bro, I want to introduce you to Mark, I met him during the parade’ ‘Hey, nice to meet you. And how was his cock in your ass?’ My brother looks puzzled for a moment, but then his confidence takes over again. ‘His cock is great, gave me a really nice toxic load up my ass, can’t wait for another round’ My eyes betray me, the shock apparent. My brother takes Mark’s hand, kisses him in front of me and they both turn around to go back downstairs. I don’t see my brother for the whole night, but he is my ride back to his place. It is almost 5am in the morning, when he comes back to the table, on which Lily, Chad and I are the last remaining of our group. ‘Let’s go, I bring you all back to mine and Luke, we will talk later’ We stand up and are greeted outside by the first rays of sunshine. My brother is walking in front of us, on his pants a little wet spot appearing right on his ass, apparently he is leaking the loads of the night, but I am the slut.

It was good because it wasn't planned. Let's say we talked about the possibility for some time, I was scared of it; my partner and my ex, about developing unhealthy -let's say toxic- dynamics. Every time we planned, we said no. But in the end, it came natural.

If only that could be me sir, I'd take all the cum and dicks you needed me to take

Chapter 7: Raisin' Bran Bran didn’t stop running. The house felt wrong—too quiet, too large, every hallway stretched just a little longer than it should have. His bare feet slapped against the floor as he tore through the second-floor hall, breath ragged, heart hammering so hard it hurt. Somewhere behind him, he could hear movement. Not frantic. Not chasing. Walking. That terrified him more than anything. He burst into his bedroom and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame, fumbling with the lock even though he already knew it wouldn’t matter. His hands shook as he crossed the room in three strides and threw himself at the window. “Come on—come on—” he hissed, yanking at the frame. It didn’t budge. The cold had contracted it tight, the wood warped just enough to trap it in place. He shoved harder, ignoring the pain in his palms, panic climbing up his throat. Outside, the snowstorm raged—white and violent and unreachable. “Fuck!” he shouted. He spun and bolted into the attached bathroom, nearly slipping on the tile as he lunged for the second window. Same result. Frozen shut. No give at all. For a moment, he just stood there, chest heaving, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were wild. His face was pale. He looked like someone already being hunted. A sound came from the bedroom. Soft. Deliberate. Footsteps. Bran backed away from the window slowly, dread sinking deep into his gut. His mind raced—stairs, front door, anything—but he already knew the truth before he acted on it. They were everywhere. He rushed back into the bedroom—and stopped dead. Derek stood in the doorway. Lighting a cigar expertly and blowing the smoke out at the flame on the tip before looking at Bran. Naked. Relaxed. Smiling. Behind him, filling the hall, were the others. Noah. Evan. Paul. Zach. All of them unclothed, unashamed, eyes completely black, expressions eerily calm. Bran’s breath caught. “Guys,” he said hoarsely, hands raised. “Guys—what the hell is this?” They didn’t answer. He tried authority first. Reflex. “I’m the president,” he said. “This isn’t funny. You need to fucking let go.” Derek frowned slightly, like he was considering something. For a heartbeat, Bran felt hope spark. Then Derek spoke. “Bran… That doesn’t matter anymore.” The words landed flat and absolute. “We serve the Alpha now,” Derek continued. “And whatever the Alpha asks for… it gets.” The brothers stepped forward together. Bran turned to run. Bran lunged for the hall. And he didn’t make it three steps. Hands caught him before he’d taken a full step—too many, too strong. He twisted and slammed an elbow back on instinct, felt it connect with something solid, but it didn’t slow them. Not even a little. The brothers moved with quiet coordination, grips firm and practiced, like they’d done this together before. “Stop—wait—” Bran gasped, thrashing as panic took over. “Derek, listen to me—this isn’t you!” Derek stepped in close, calm as ever, eyes empty. He didn’t touch Bran at first—just watched him struggle. “You’re wasting energy,” Derek said. “You’ll need it for what’s about to happen...” That was when Noah moved. Bran barely saw it happen. A wet sound, a sharp chemical stink—and then something warm and viscous struck his face. It burned and tingled at the same time, crawling across his skin and seeping into his senses. His breath hitched violently as dizziness slammed into him. “No—no—” he tried to say, but the words tangled and fell apart. His legs buckled. The room tilted. The brothers caught him before he hit the floor, lifting him effortlessly as his vision blurred at the edges. The world felt too bright and too dim at the same time, like his brain couldn’t agree on what it was seeing. “Easy,” someone murmured—Paul, maybe. The voice sounded pleased. They carried him down the stairs. Bran fought to stay awake, counting steps, biting his tongue until he tasted blood. The living room lights swam into view, wreckage blurring together—broken decorations, overturned furniture, the tree shattered on the floor. At the center of it all, sitting on the couch in the same spot he had been hours earlier, was the Alpha. Bran felt it before he saw it. Pressure settled over him, heavy and absolute, pressing down on his thoughts until even fear struggled to take shape. They tossed him forward carelessly, and he hit the floor at the Alpha’s feet, breath knocked from his lungs. He looked up. Ty sat beside the Alpha, close—too close—watching with an eager, empty expression. One massive hand rested on Ty’s head possessively, stroking like you would an obedient animal. Ty smiled dreamily and pushed his head against his hand. Bran’s stomach dropped. “No,” he whispered. “Ty… what the fuck did they do to you?” Ty didn’t answer. He just smiled. The brothers formed a loose circle around them, blocking every path out. The Alpha regarded Bran silently, head tilted, studying him like a curiosity it had already claimed. Bran realized then—with a sick, sinking certainty—that this wasn’t about punishment. This was about finishing something. The Alpha rested a massive hand on Ty’s head. Ty stiffened, then relaxed, eyes turning fully black as if something heavy had settled into him. When he spoke, the voice that came out was not entirely his—layered, resonant, echoing faintly in Bran’s skull. “Tonight,” Ty said, smiling, voice deepening into something evil, “you will be the last, Bran Coletti.” Bran shook his head weakly, trying to push himself backward, but hands pinned him in place. Christmas lights snapped tight around his wrists and ankles, their bulbs warm against his skin, pulsing faintly as if alive. “I will watch,” Ty continued, his voice cold and ancient sounding. “As each of your brothers will give you their attention.” The words slid into Bran’s mind like hooks. He thrashed again, muscles screaming, but the circle only tightened. “No,” Bran gasped. “Why—why are you doing this? To me?” The Alpha finally moved. It leaned its head slightly to one side, studying him with something like mild curiosity. When it answered, the voice bypassed Bran’s ears entirely and pressed straight into his thoughts. Because you invited us. Images flickered behind Bran’s eyes: the basement door. The cold. The storm. The latch left loose. A host opens the door, the Alpha continued calmly. A good host accepts what follows. Bran’s breath broke into an angry sob. “I didn’t know,” he whispered. “I didn’t—please— Fucking let me go!” He spat upward in a last, desperate act of defiance. A hand struck his face hard enough to snap his head sideways. “Show some damn respect,” Derek said sharply, puffing on the cigar, standing over him now. “The more you fight, the worse this gets. Keep it up and he’ll make you more brainless than Ty.” Bran tasted blood. His ears rang. He looked up through watering eyes and saw Ty watching him closely. Ty frowned at Derek for a moment—confused—then smiled again and nodded, pleased. “It’s not so bad, though,” Ty said softly, before shyly looking up at the Alpha. “It’s nice being close to the Alpha. I’m his pretty boy, he likes touching me best. I like when he plays with my mind and makes me feel good. He likes hearing my voice talk for him, too. He’s a good master.” The words broke something inside Bran. The Alpha’s presence pressed harder, its attention sharpening. You will endure more than the others, it told him. That is the price of being first among them. Hands closed in again. First, he felt as Nate slowly kneeled behind him, pulling hard on the lights binding his wrist as he slammed as hard as he could deep into Bran’s ass, making him scream out in agony. He tried to pull away, look at anywhere else in the room, when Noah grabbed his hair painfully and pulled his head up to face the Alpha, who quietly watched and relaxed back, legs spread as he gently pet Ty’s head, guiding him gently to his groin and rumbling with pleasure as Ty began to deepthroat his cock. Without warning, he heard as Noah let out a gasp and slammed hard several more times as his ass began to flood with cum, Noah calmly licking and biting his neck. With a wet plop, he felt as Noah pulled out, and finally able to move his head, he looked down and saw a foul looking puddle of black cum begin to drip out of his ass and onto the hardwood floors. He watched as Derek, his former vice president, patted his younger cousin proudly on the shoulder, gently running a finger on his forehead and smiling as they ran over two strange protuberances. Derek motioned at one of his brothers, and a half empty box of cigars was brought forward, with Derek smiling and reaching in, cutting it expertly and smelling the stick of tobacco. He held it out towards Bran with a smile. “Want one, man?” Derek asked, puffing hard on the one in his own mouth, “Makes this a lot fucking easier.” “Fuck you man…. Fuck you,” Bran growled out, watching as Derek simply shrugged and shoved the cigar into his own mouth and lit it up, inhaling hard and blowing a thick cloud of smoke in his face, chuckling darkly as Bran began to cough and tear up. Quietly, Bran watched as the other brothers surged forward, each grabbing their own cigar and lighting one up, puffing happily and murmuring their thanks to Derek, before blowing thick clouds of smoke at his face. Suddenly, he felt Derek plunged deep inside his ass, groaning happily. “Yeah, bitch, fucking take my pig meat,” he groaned, fucking him hard and fast like a jackhammer, making him tear up and cry from the brutal assault on his ass. For several minutes it continued, Derek slapping his ass and asking him if he wanted him to knock his privileged ass up. Suddenly, he paused, looking over at the second largest creature standing behind the Alpha’s right shoulder. “Can I shoot my pig load in him now, Daddy?” Derek asked, taking slow long strokes inside him like he was waiting for permission to shoot. One nod from the creature and suddenly he felt as Derek slammed hard and deep inside him, releasing a massive load inside him. Derek suddenly smacked his ass hard. “Fucking milk that load out, whore,” Derek muttered, groaning as Bran’s ass tightened involuntarily as he pulled out, “And don’t let me catching you losing a single drop of that dirty jizz.” Bran let out a pitiful sob, feeling humiliated at the way his former friend was talking to him as a strange feeling slowly started to course through him. He shook his head, fighting the feeling as he felt Derek shove him forward and Evan stepped forward next, a case of beer in his hands as he handed each brother a bottle. Evan towered over him, somehow with a branch from the tree in his hand and began to smack his back and ass with it, his skin burning as the skin began to get scraped and scratched. Suddenly, his frat brothers let out a collective sigh and each one began to piss on him, showering him with warm, acrid urine. It sprayed in his face and on his skin, with Evan aiming almost expertly as his hole before plunging deep inside and filling him up with more piss inside. He wanted to scream and cry, beg for them to stop when Evan let out a huge groan as he, too, unloaded his foul cum inside. Suddenly, Evan pulled out and he felt as his ass erupted out in a torrent of piss and black cum on the floor. Paul knelt beside him, actually seeming to comfort him, telling him gently to let it all out, to relax, to breathe. He looked up and almost for a second though maybe Paul would help him. “Chop… please… help me get out of here. They can’t fight against all of us,” Bran begged, thinking maybe Chop was actually on his side. “Sorry, man… this is going to happen. I’ll make it feel good for you though. I promise…” Paul said, sighing sadly, as he hocked up a large ball of spit in his mouth, and spit squarely on his hole before crawling behind him and slowly began to shove his too-sharp nailed fingers into his ass. “FUCK! NO FUCK!” Bran screamed, feeling as more and more fingers stretched him out painfully, “I’M NOT GONNA GET FISTED BY A FAGGOT PIECE OF SHIT LIKE YOU!” Suddenly, he felt as the Alpha’s mind grabbed his and squeezed painfully. We don’t like that word. You’ll pay for saying it, Ty and the Alpha echoed coldly, as Paul let out an angry sigh, his fist shoving hard into his ass and stretching his anus to accompany the massive hand. Bran screamed, cursed, begged—his voice growing hoarse as the Alpha allowed the pain to crest, then suddenly withdrew it all at once. The silence afterward was worse than the agony, leaving him shaking, drooling, barely conscious. He lay there, humiliated and broken, mind slipping. Ty approached him again, black eyes shining with devotion. When he spoke, the Alpha spoke with him. “Submit,” the voice said gently. “Or be emptied of everything that defines you...” Bran sobbed openly now, tears streaking down his face. His resistance crumbled under the weight of it—fear, betrayal, the awful certainty that he was truly alone. He nodded. The Alpha’s satisfaction rolled through him like a tide. Bran’s nod felt like betrayal even to himself. The Alpha’s presence swelled at once, filling the room like a pressure front rolling in. Sound dulled. Light flattened. The circle of brothers tightened, their silhouettes steady and patient, as if they’d been waiting for this exact moment. Good, the Alpha said, the word settling into Bran’s mind like a weight. He felt as Paul began to punch fuck him, the pain in his ass screaming in pain until he felt Paul press several fingers hard on his prostate, slowly massaging the gland from inside him, making him gasp and moan in confusion as he felt more of the Alpha’s presence flood his mind. Eventually, Paul pulled his hand out with a wet sound and shove his dick inside him and cum hard, Paul’s meaty hands firmly gripping his hips and fucking him back against him. Last, Zach stepped forward, cigar glowing in his mouth as he forced Bran, now shaking uncontrollably, back into a sitting position, and began to dig his nails into his skin and scratch his lean chest hard, leaving welts of blood as the other frat brothers stood before him and began to shoot ribbon after ribbon onto his skin, each shot dribbling into his cuts, into his eyes, into his hair… and making the burn as Zach forced his mouth open and shot a load into his mouth. With a firm, clawed hand, he felt as Zach closed his mouth and leaned forward. “Swallow it, bitch boy,” Zach said, grinning evilly, “Drink my tainted seed down like a good slut.” Bran complied, his mind feeling broken, unable to do anything but comply. Hands adjusted his restraints—methodical, practiced. The Christmas lights hummed softly, warmth spreading where they touched, making it harder to tell where his body ended and the bindings began. Bran tried to focus on something—anything—to hold himself together. His name. His title. His rules. They slid away from him. The Alpha leaned closer, and Bran felt his thoughts being sorted—lifted, examined, discarded. Fear surged, then drained. Anger flickered, then dimmed. Pride cracked and crumbled. The process was not hurried. It was careful. These pieces will not serve, the Alpha decided. Bran cried out as the pressure spiked again—every nerve lighting at once—then vanished, leaving him hollow and trembling. He gasped for breath that felt too thin to matter. Somewhere nearby, someone laughed softly. Someone else murmured approval. The Alpha withdrew the pain again, just as abruptly as it had come. Bran sagged, drooling, eyes unfocused. The absence of sensation was worse than the pain had been. It made room for something else to settle in. Listen very carefully to me, the Alpha said, and Bran did. He couldn’t help it. What remains of you can still choose. Choose ease. Choose belonging. Or I will remove the rest and leave you as nothing but a drooling husk. Images pressed in—his brothers transforming alongside him, skin turning black, large horns sprouting out of their heads. Muscles growing that no amount of work in the gym would be able to produce. Their cocks lengthening and thickening, balls growing massive. His mind stalled at the idea, strangely pleased that this would be what was waiting for him. The idea of resistance felt heavy and pointless. The idea of letting go felt… simple. Ty stepped into his view, smiling with uncomplicated devotion. He didn’t threaten. He didn’t plead. He just watched, content until the Alpha spoke through him. “Just give in. Join us and it can all be yours.” Bran’s last defenses faltered. He felt as his cock suddenly hardened, his body humming pleasantly as he felt something inside him shift. He looked down and saw the black spiderweb of veins spreading out of each scratch… the puddle of piss and black cum from his ass on the ground no longer looking repugnant and instead… inviting. Even tasty. The Alpha’s satisfaction was immediate and complete. There, it said. Now you understand. Bran’s breathing slowed. His thoughts smoothed. The frantic edges of panic dulled into a blank, receptive calm. He was still aware—enough to know something essential had slipped away—but the urge to reach for it was gone. The room steadied. The circle relaxed. And Bran, no longer fighting, waited for what came next. The Alpha waited. That, more than anything, broke what was left of Bran. No rushing. No spectacle. Just the unbearable certainty that the moment would happen whether he moved or not. The pressure in his head eased slightly—not enough to free him, only enough to make thinking feel like wading through syrup instead of fire. Come willingly, the Alpha said, voice settling deep and heavy inside Bran’s skull. Or be carried. Bran swallowed. His throat felt raw. He looked around the room one last time—at the wreckage, at the shadows, at the brothers he no longer recognized. Ty met his eyes and smiled with simple, unthinking contentment, as if nothing in the world was wrong. Something in Bran finally gave way. He nodded again. Slower this time. Deliberate. Hands loosened the bindings. Someone helped him upright. The room swayed, but he stayed standing, guided forward step by careful step. Each movement felt like surrendering another piece of himself, not all at once, but in small, irreversible increments. Slowly he kneeled down in front of the Alpha and nervously took its massive cock deep into his throat and sucked it, reverently cupping a ball in each hand and groaning at the weight of each in his hand. The Alpha gently grabbed his head and shoved it down, shooting a load down his throat before pulling his head up and nodded. He suddenly felt the urge to stand up and climb onto the Alpha’s lap, and in one solid motion pierced himself to the core on the cock, fucking himself as hard as he could on it until with a deep growl, the Alpha shot again in his ass, black cum flooding him and filling him up in a way he never realized he needed. With one final slam down, he felt as his cock erupted and began to coat the Alpha’s body in his uncorrupted seed. The Alpha’s presence enveloped him completely. Thoughts that had once defined him—responsibility, authority, pride—were lifted and peeled away. Memories blurred, not erased, just made distant and unimportant. The frantic need to resist dulled into a quiet, obedient calm. Good boy, the Alpha said, satisfaction rippling outward. Bran felt himself accepting what he was being shaped into—not because it was right, but because the idea of fighting no longer made sense. The house felt steadier now. Warmer. Whole. He watched as his fellow frat brothers surged forward, licking his untainted cum off the black skin… his mind flooded with pleasure, enjoying watching his brothers consume the last pure part of him as he continued to feel his body painfully empty itself of the cum, set on giving that remaining part of himself to fuel their conversion. His strength gave out at last. The world tilted. Darkness crept in at the edges of his vision, soft and inevitable. As consciousness slipped away, Bran’s final clear thought wasn’t fear. It was relief.

Fisting is one of the things I'd want tk take slowly so I could really appreciate my hole slowly stretching to accommodate more. Reading this just made me more excited to eventually start this journey. But I'll take my time finding those who will help and aid in this journey!

Yes I get that too! Men will sometimes refer to the last time they bred me and I honestly do not remember them. It has become very rare that I remember a face. I think the true mark of a cum dump is the lack of connection. We just exist to serve men.

It’s always raw for me, I refuse to cover when I fuck no matter how hot the bottom might be. Same when I’m bottoming. There will be no latex penetrating my ass unless there’s an M.D. attached to his name and it’s for medical purposes, even then I hate the feel and smell. Fortunately these days fucking raw is the norm. It’s rarely even discussed, just naturally gravitates towards raw/bareback/creampie. Even dudes who have “safe only” in their profiles can be talked into a breeding fuck where we’ve exchanged cum .

Thanks for all the kind words and hope all are enjoying this hot retelling of my first pnp. Here is the next Chapter. I drove across town with the windows cracked, cool November air keeping me alert. The first booty-bump still had me buzzing quietly, but my hand stayed in my pocket, fingers on the folded paper with the extra shard and lube packet. I had just gotten fucked not even 30 minutes ago and here I was on my way to get a train run on me, RAW! The thought had me anxious but hornier than ever. Plan was set: park, top off in the back seat, walk in ready. No one needed to know. My phone buzzed. Nico Room 212. Second floor. Door cracked for you. Me On my way. 10 min out. Nico Bet. Dre here too. He ready. I pulled into the lot, cut the engine, slid to the back seat. Dropped my sweats just enough, lubed two fingers, worked the crushed shard deep. Sharp burn, then nothing yet—I knew it would take five to ten minutes to hit full. I clenched, fixed my clothes, and stepped out still on the first wave. Knocked lightly on 212. Nico opened the door shirtless, dreads loose, that same easy grin from earlier. “Back for more already?” he said, pulling me inside by the waistband. His friend Dre sat on the edge of the bed—taller, solid build, waves fresh, eyes locked on me. Nico closed and locked the door, grabbed a blunt off the nightstand, sparked it, and took a deep pull. Passed it to Dre. Dre hit it, exhaled slow. “So you the one Nico hit earlier? Said that ass was crazy.” I took the blunt when he passed it my way, hit it deep. “Yeah, that was me.” Nico laughed, leaning back. “Told him you took it like a champ.” We passed the blunt around a few more times, smoke filling the room. Nico told Dre how as soon as we got done at my place I was ready to get fucked raw. Dre hit the blunt. “That’s the only way I like to play,” passing the blunt to me. “I mean we vibed so much that I thought why not try it and see what’s up,” I said, after passing it back to Nico. The weed smoke, blending with the Tina rush, had my mind filled with thoughts of sucking dick and taking nut. Nico took another pull. “Dre the plug for the good shit. Always got the loud.” Dre grinned. “Appreciate that.” The second bump started creeping in—heat blooming right in my ass, clenching hard, twitching, wanting to be filled and pounded. I needed to get that dick back in my mouth at this point, so I dropped to my knees in front of Nico. Pulled his sweats down and took him deep into my mouth. Soon that beautiful black 8-inch dick was at full attention. They kept passing the blunt above me while I worked—sucking Nico deep, then switching to Dre, gagging on that thick uncut ten inches, blunt smoke drifting down over us. Nico pulled me up after a few minutes, bent me over the bed. Pushed in raw slow. First time bare—no latex, just skin on skin, hot and direct. Heat in my ass explodes, clenching tight around him, twitching, wanting to be filled and pounded. “God damn this hole tight,” Nico groaned. He stroked deep. “Fuck me like that,” I moaned. “Making me push this hole out on that dick…” Nico sped up. “Here it come.” Slammed deep, flooded me hot—my first creampie ever. Warm pulses filling me, sticking deep. I deepthroated Dre’s big black dick while Nico continued to dump his load inside my happy pussy. He pulled out leaking. Dre stepped up, pushed in thick and raw. His fat mushroom head spread my ass and my hole clenched hard around the thicker dick, twitching, begging to be pounded. “Sloppy and grippin’,” Dre hissed. “Stretch me,” I moaned. “You making me push this hole out on that big dick…” Dre fucked harder. “Gonna nut quick…” Buried deep, pumped his first load—warmth mixing, overflowing. Once again I felt the warmth of the creampie, but it’s almost as if when Dre nutted I started getting even hornier. Dre kept going. “One more…” They spit-roasted me—Nico in my mouth, Dre pounding my ass, starting a rhythm that made me bob up and down on Nico’s dick. After about 10 minutes of this I thought they would switch positions again, but Nico’s phone buzzed loud on the nightstand. He glanced at it and groaned. “Fuck, my girl just landed—she’s at the airport waiting on me to pick her up.” He slapped my ass and left. Dre flipped me on my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and lined up again, sliding that thick raw dick back into my sloppy, cum-filled hole with one smooth push. He took his time at first, grinding slow and deep, stirring the mixed loads already inside me, making wet sounds echo in the room while he stared down at me, grinning like he owned it. Then he picked up the pace just enough, pounding deliberate and hard until he buried himself balls-deep one last time, groaning low as he pumped that final hot load deep, the warmth pooling heavy and thick, leaving me full and leaking even more when he finally pulled out. Dre pulled out, collapsed on the bed, lit the roach of the blunt for a final pull. I pulled my sweats up over the mess, cum shifting inside with every step. Dre exhaled. “You liked that weed, right?” “Yeah it was some gas,” I said, grinning. He pulled out his phone. “Put your number in. Bud, dick—I got what you need.” I added my contact, handed it back. “You ever got Tina?” I asked. Dre’s eyes lit up. “Hell yeah! I stay with that too. Next time we link, I got you.” I nodded, getting the point and not wanting to overstay my welcome. I made sure I had all of my things—we said I could buy—and I made my way to the door. Got in the car, sat down and my ass felt completely wet. Now alone in the car I reflected over what went down in the last 90 minutes. I did more Tina, got fucked raw for the first time by two guys, they both nutted in me giving me my first creampies ever, and I may have found a big-dick Tina plug who loves fucking my fat ass. It was amazingly productive but I felt too good to end my night. Home twenty minutes later. I didn’t feel any symptoms of a crash coming on—in fact I felt hornier than ever. I ended up right where I started: on the end of my dildo on the fuck machine on full blast, cruising Grindr. I had gotten several messages since the last time I looked but one in particular stood out—he had a big 9-inch BBC and in his bio it read “feminine BBC wants a fat ass to fuck and eat, must like to kiss and eat ass.”

Part 11 I am awakened by a knock on the door, needing a moment to realise where I am. It is Mark, who greets me with an apologising look as he enters Thomas’ guest room, where I have been staying the last couple of days. ‘Good morning, Luke or should I say good afternoon.’ ‘Good morning’ I manage to mumble through the bedsheets. ‘Luke, it seems like Thomas cannot be with you today.’ ‘Why?’ I ask uninterested. ‘He has fallen ill; he stays at mine at the moment so that I can keep an eye on him’ ‘Mmmh’ is all I manage. Suddenly, Mark pulls the bedsheets of me, apparently to get me out of bed. He doesn’t know that I sleep in the nude, but he isn’t bothered by it at all. ‘Come on Luke… you can sleep later; I make you coffee.’ With that he leaves the room, taking the bedsheets with him. Reluctantly I stumble out of bed and go to the bathroom, still to cocky to get dressed. After a few minutes I sit naked in the kitchen, drinking my cup of coffee, while Mark is talking on the phone. ‘Your brother sends his love’ Mark tells me with a smile ‘but he is with a doctor now, apparently he got hit hard by the flu’ ‘You mean the fuck flu’ I try teasingly. ‘It is too early to tell, but it looks like it, which would mean…’ ‘I lost the race’ I laugh into my cup of coffee. ‘Yes, but we will know it in two weeks. Now, what are your plans for today?’ ‘No sure, Tony won’t be here until tomorrow.’ ‘I have to get back to Thomas, but if you are up for it, you could help at my store. We have an event tonight. Of course, I would pay you.’ I think for a moment, the money would be great, as a student I gladly take it. ‘Sure, sounds good and the money would be great.’ Mark calls someone, then gives me the address of his shop, which I haven’t been to yet. After I finally manage to take a shower and get ready, I start to walk to the store. It is a lovely autumn day and the grey sweatpants season is in full swing, apparently Thomas lives near a gym and the guys going in and out are ridiculously hot. It takes all my strength to keep walking as I am expected at the store. Finally, I found the dark store-front and enter, I am hit immediately by the smell of leather. I need a moment to take it all in, as I am suddenly feeling a hand on my lower back. ‘Hi there, may I help you with something or are you just looking around?’ a beefy man with an inviting smile greets me. ‘Oh, no. I am Luke, Mark asked me to help at the store today’ I say way to fast. ‘Ah, Luke, nice to meet you. Yes, Mark has called me, we have a party tonight and need every helping hand. I am Daniel by the way and a hugger, so welcome to our team’ He takes me into a tight bear hug; I smell his cologne, which is perfectly mixed with the scent of his sweat. He calls out into the back of the store, and two men come towards me. ‘Graham and Frank let me introduce you to Luke, he will be helping us today.’ ‘Luke?’ the man, whose name is Frank, asks ‘are you the little brother of Thomas?’ ‘Yes, I am, but he isn’t feeling very well at the moment, so Mark asked me to help out’ I still answer a little too rapidly, but my nerves slowly calm down. ‘That’s great’ Frank hugs me tightly, before Graham steps towards me with his imposing figure, his hug more dominant. ‘Luke, lovely to meet you. Then let us get to work, we have a lot to do.’ And so, we start to prepare everything, they show me a backroom, which apparently is for socialising and another who is full of couches and mattresses for fucking. After almost three hours everything is set, drinks and snacks at the bar, lube and cleaning supplies at the fuck room. Daniel has been staying at the front to handle customers, while Frank, Graham and I arranged it all, both telling me about this special community Mark has created here. We have one hour left before the party starts and the guests arrive. Daniel has closed the windows, Frank and Graham started to change into their leather gear. I look a little lost, which Daniel notices. ‘Hey guys, can you come all to the front, please’ he calls to us. Frank, wearing only a harness is walking stark naked to Daniel, while Graham is following him with only a pair of beautifully fitted leather pants. I follow them. ‘So, guys I think our young Luke here is feeling a little left out. Let’s get him into gear and show him what our community is about.’ I swallow hard as I feel Frank stepping closer to me from behind, his hands grabbing my hips for a moment before he pulls my tank top over my head. To be exposed to those three beefy, hairy and muscular men arouses me, but before I can think about what is happening, Frank’s hands are back at my hips, but this time they slowly travel to the front of my jeans. His full body now pressed against my backside, his hairy chest on my back. As he opens my jeans, Graham steps forward and pushes them down, helping me out of them. Now I am standing in the middle of the room completely naked as I haven’t put on any underwear today. My cock is rock-hard, Frank’s massive penis fully-erect already between my ass cheeks and Graham in front of me, his biohazard tattoo blazing. ‘Well, well, looks like our little friend here is enjoying the attention’ Daniel says into the quiet room, staying away just watching the scene. Graham closes all the space between us and kisses me deeply. I can feel his tongue inside my mouth, his chest pressed against mine, while his cock is hard against his pants. Frank has started to thrust against me, his cock already smearing precum on my ass cheeks. As Graham breaks the kiss, he pushes me down on my knees, ordering me silently to suck Frank’s cock. I happily oblige, tasting the toxic precum on my tongue and taking the side of his scorpion tattoo in. The three letters increase the beating of my heart. I can’t believe that within a few months, I have chosen to search out poz cum and dicks. Suddenly, a hand takes my head away from Frank’s cock and a blindfold is put over my eyes. The darkness engulfing me completely. Someone guides me to another cock, this one pierced. As I take it in, I don’t care any more whose cock it is, even though I assume it is Graham's. I stay on my knees for a few minutes, before someone is pulling me up and bending me over. It only takes seconds before a cock is again inside my mouth, this time no piercing. But that is not the part I’m focussed on, as I feel someone preparing my hole with his tongue. When I feel the head of a cock at my entrance, the thrusting of the cock fucking my mouth slows a little to let me prepare for what is about to happen. And it happens with a violent thrust. The head of the cock penetrates my hole without hesitation, staying in place while my body fights against the intrusion. But it only takes a few moments before my hole opens voluntarily and the cock slides deeper inside me. With increased thrusting, this unknown cock finds his way into me. I don’t think I have ever had such a massive cock in my ass, the stretch is one thing, but it is the depth I struggle with. Then, a very hard pull on my hips forces the whole length of the cock inside me, I feel balls hitting my ass. ‘Great job Luke, now you and your brother can claim to have managed my cock completely’ I hear Franks voice through the store. I cannot answer as I have still a cock in my mouth, but as it isn’t pierced it must be Daniel’s. Both cocks are increasing their rhythm, which is only shortly disrupted by a loud high five as I apparently have been eifel-towered right now. It only takes seconds, but it changes the atmosphere, because now both men focus on me again with a more eager urge and hunger. Probably Daniel is forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, his hands on my head to guide me. Frank on the other side is thrusting with violence, his cock starting to twitch. I take this as a sign to clench my ass and push myself against the cock behind me, and it works, with a loud, primal moan a warm load is filling my insides. It takes Frank a long time to stop pushing his toxic cum inside me, but as soon as his cock slips out of my hole it is replaced by the pierced cock, which means Graham is now fucking me from behind. Daniel and Graham also decide to high five each other, but with the slap of the hands Daniel shoots his load rather unexpectedly into my throat, where his cock was buried. Now, that two toxic loads of openly poz men are inside me, my focus shifts to the pierced cock in my ass, still not able to see. Suddenly, another cock is in front of me, entering my mouth, this one thick and already leaking precum. Despite not knowing, who it is I take this cock willingly, my nose nuzzled in bushy hair and my hands caressing a tight, muscular torso and finally resting on a firm hairy ass. While I try to discover this man with my hands, Graham is pulling me closer, shooting his load slowly inside me, making it the third one. The unknown man, who is throat fucking me, takes his cock out of my mouth and pulls me up to give me a deep kiss. He turns me around, and pushes his cock inside me, keeping me upright. My cock is bouncing around, already some precum must be shooting around the store. I feel the hands of the man on my hips and his thrusting increases. With some very slow pulls back, but powerful pushes inside my hole I feel his cock pulsating. He plants a small kiss on my shoulders, then he pulls his cock out completely, before ramming it back in, shooting his load with a guttural moan. I come as well, no idea where my load is landing or how far it is going. As I feel his cock still pulsating inside me, his hands slowly travel to the blindfold. He takes both his hands to untie the knot, while still keeping his cock firmly placed in my hole. When the blindfold finally falls to the ground, it takes me a minute to open my eyes fully. I look into the smiling faces of Daniel, Frank and Graham, my cum apparently all over Graham’s chest as he had knelt before me. The unknown man puts his arms around my stomach and chest, pulling my back against his chest. ‘This was wonderful’ I hear Mark’s voice whispering into my ear.

my Master and i were just discussing freeze branding this morning, so He had me order a branding iron with His initials. Once it gets here, He wants to put His brand in my pubic area and on my lower back...to let other Master's that He may loan me out to, who my rightful Owner is. i am excited about this!!!

To the OP though, I've always thought that refraining from sex for x number of days increases both the hunger for sex, as well as the volume of the load. That's why I wait for the weekends to hit the fuckjoints - I'm what one could call Damn READY after several days - and I like both the self-control, and the result when breednights roll around.

Hell yeah. Usually will shoot a load if I have the time.