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Chapter 4 —— Sam ———- Fucking asshole! That cocky grin on Josh’s face as he walked out after slapping my ass was stuck in my brain as I cleaned up the piss from around the toilet. My dick going half hard from his touching my bare ass only made the mess worse. I threw the toilet paper I used to clean up the mess into the bowl and flushed it down. I went over and turned on the shower to warm up. I needed to get a quick wank before I went out for breakfast because my now fully hard dick wouldn’t be hid by my underwear. As the water warmed I walked over to the linen closet to get a clean towel. While pulling out my towel I noticed Josh’s gym clothes from this morning laying on the floor and his jock was on top. I hurried over to close and lock the door. I went back and picked up his jock bringing it to my nose and taking a deep whiff. It smelled so good!!! A mix of musty man scent, the soap he used, and that Josh smell. I sat down right there on the floor by his clothes stretching my legs out and started to long stroke my uncut dick as I continued to inhale from his jock. When I put my other hand down to brace myself I felt something wet but also sticky. I looked down and saw his gym shirt was wet with sweat but also had white streaks on it. I laid the jock on my leg and picked up the shirt and drought it up to nose hoping it was what I thought it was. The smell of cum filled my nostrils. It made me go even harder and my hole hungrier than any poppers had ever made it. I pulled it away from my nose and stuck my tongue out and licked a tongue full from one of the white cum puddles. It lit my taste buds on fire. It was the best tasting cum I had ever had!! I was so close to cumming from the smell and taste I am surprised my nuts didn’t explode. I took hold of my raging schlong with one hand stroking my cock hard and fast as I ate more of the ambroshia that was my brother’s cum. It only took a minute or two before I shot one of the most powerful and intense loads of my life! It covered my abs, chest, and even got some on my face. I reached up and swiped the cum from my cheek and added it to some of Josh’s from the shirt and took a into my mouth and sucked it clean!! It tasted so good!! After my legs stopped shaking I got up and made my way over to the shower. I rinsed off quickly in the hot water then got out and dried quickly as well. I’d been too long already and didn’t want Josh to come looking for me. I put on my boxer-briefs from the night before and took my towel over to the hamper. Along the way I picked up all of Josh’s gym clothes and took them with me. I dropped them all in the bin except his jock which got tucked into my underwear pouch for later. I walked out into the kitchen as Josh was walking to the table with two plates wearing only a pair of boxer-trunks. On the table was a carafe of coffee along with sugar, cream, and all the fixings. “Good, I was about to come drag you out of the shower before the eggs got cold.” He said with a teasing tone. “Well I would have been done quicker but I had to pick up after you. You know how much trouble you’d be in if mom saw you leaving your gym clothes on the bathroom floor?” I teased him back. “Ah, yea I’d have a half hour lecture over breakfast for sure. I am spoiled. I have a cleaning person come by 3 times a week while I work so they generally pick those up for me. Bad habit I have got into.” “Well I guess I can forgive you since all I really am hearing is that means I don’t have to clean like a indentured servant on the weekends like at home.” I said laughing. He laughed as well at the memories of our absolute crazy mom and the dreaded weekend house cleaning. We sat down and I made a cup of coffee as he dished out the eggs and the mixed fruit. We chatted as we ate. Josh seemed to know how to cook because the omelette was really good. After breakfast I helped him clear the table and load the dishwasher. I stole looks at his nearly naked body as we worked to clean up the kitchen. He really was everything a man should be. I wanted to smell his sweat directly from his armpit and taste that cum straight from the tap. I had to stop my dirty thoughts before my cock swole and provided a tent for him to see. I excused myself and went to my room and got dressed in baggy pants and a T-shirt. I slipped his sweaty jock into my suitcase for later. We had decided over breakfast to go out to see some of the local sights. We were also going to hit a few stores to look at decor for my room. Not that the either thing was my idea of a fun time but I didn’t complain. My idea of a good Sunday was the day spent in my room on my computer gaming or working on a project or continuing to work on the software I was trying to develop and market. But I wanted to spend more time with Josh and I also promised myself I’d make more of an effort to get out and have a social life. Also, I needed to know the city better to be successful at exploring my sexual interests so spending a few weekend days exploring with Josh would help with that as well. We grabbed lunch at a good locally owned deli as we we where out exploring. Then after dropping our shopping at home we meet up with a few of Josh’s friends. We had dinner at a burger joint then went bowling. I hadn’t been bowling since I was a kid and my score reflected that. But the fun we had as a group was well worth my poor athleticism being on display. The people in the group reminded me of a lot of my friends the last year of college. They too were a few years older than me and all of them were in some way a part of the rainbow mafia. We got home around 11pm. After going to my bathroom to get ready for bed I walked naked to the kitchen and got 2 bottles of water and then headed to Josh’s room. He was laying on top of the blankets on the bed naked as well. Neither of us commented on the nakedness tonight. We just seemed to accept it as our routine. I put a bottle of water on his bedside table and then went to my side and did the same thing. I got in bed and Josh turned all the lights down with the dimmer control on his phone. He was watching a baseball game on a tv he had mounted on the wall. I hadn’t know it was a tv because it was one of those that look like a painting or picture when not turned on. I wasn’t big on sports so I decided to play a time waster game I keep on my phone. Over the next hour my body just seemed to be drawn to my hot big brother. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was putting my phone down and laying my head on his chest. His pecks were strong but his skin was soft and warm. It was mere seconds after I closed my eyes that I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up feeling safe and warm with a big strong arm wrapped around me. We were laying down and I was cuddled into Josh’s side. The tv was off now and the room was almost completely dark save the light coming from the digital clock on his side of the bed. It was a little after 3 am. I must of slept through him repositioning us down from sitting up to laying down. We were still both naked of course. Our bodies feeding off each other’s body heat. I looked up at his face. His eyes closed shut, his face relaxed, and his features smoothed out. He was snoring very lightly. God he was so sexy! I looked over his muscular and well defined body. His cock was laying half hard on his groin and below them set a nice heavy set of balls. Below them his long muscle leg flowed down to his big feet. I decided to be a little daring and I lifted my hand from where it was laying on Josh’s abs and lightly moved my finger along the ridges of his six pack, moving up their middle ridge to his chest, across to his right peck, over his collarbone, and across his well developed shoulder. My journey continued down his arm along his biceps and down his strong forearms. I moved across to his thigh when I got to his wrist and slowly moved up his hip and then over the right side of his lower V. His light snoring and breathing stayed the same through the entire journey. The perks of being from a family of deep sleepers. I felt emboldened (or horny) so I continued to push my luck. I glidedup his abs and chest to his right nipple. I slowly traced around it and then moved to the center of it. It began to harden and stick out the minute I got near it. I alternated between his right and left nipple feeling them both get harder and pointier. That wasn’t the only thing getting hard. My cock was rock hard now laying up over his thigh/hip while Josh’s big fat uncut cock was hard and solid laying straight up toward his belly button. The mushroom head stuck out with the foreskin just sitting under the ridge. I slowly moved so I could reach my tongue to his nipple while not moving his arm from around me. Almost from the minute my tongue hit his nipple his cock began to precum. Not a ton but a good dribble ran from his head onto his abs. I moved my hand down from his right nipple as I continued to lick his left. I used my finger ti gather the precum, put it on his nipple, and then licked it off. It was warm and tasted salty yet sweat. I almost shot my load then and there. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his thick uncut dick and felt the warm soft skin along with the rigid steel like muscle underneath. I didn’t dare stroke it but I did gently squeeze it and feel the blood flowing through it. He precam even more as I held his cock. I stopped licking his nipple and released his cock. I slowly disentangled from him and moved down to be face to cock with him. I waited a few minutes to ensure he was still asleep. When I was certain my movement hadn’t woke him I gently grasped his cock and began to ever so slowly stroke his cock. His hard dick leaked gobs of precum as I put my tongue out to the head licking that nectar straight from the tap. I kept looking back at his face as I did to ensure he was still sleeping. He was. His jizz continued to drip into my mouth as I stroked him. I was leaking myself and had my free hand under my cock head so I didn’t leak on the sheets. Finally, I decided I’d push my luck far enough and released his cock making sure to gently kiss away the last of his precum from his cock head and abs. He remained deep in dream land. I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom to relieve the huge load built up in my balls. It was another massive load courtesy of my big brother. I cleaned up and returned to the bedroom. I watched the gorgeous sleeping man as I drank the last of my water. I climbed back into bed and laid so my ass and back against were against his side. I quickly nodded off and fell into my own deep sleep where I had vivid dreams of choking on my brother massive cock. I woke to the digital clocks alarm going off as the sun’s rays just began to peak into the room. Josh was now on his side too and snuggled up behind me with his arm over my side while his morning wood resting against my ass cheek. He growled and rolled over to turn off the alarm. I pretended to still be asleep as he climbed from the bed and walked naked to the bathroom. His hard cock swinging in front of him as he walked. The sound of his piss hitting the toilet bowl filled the silence of the early morning. A few minutes later he came out of the bathroom quietly and put on gym clothes. He walked to my side of the bed and leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I know the alarm woke you, but go back to sleep. I am going to the gym downstairs and will be back in 45 mins.” I just nodded and nuzzled into my pillow in response. He kissed the top of my head and walked from the room. I laid in bed for a while thinking what my next moves should be. ——————- I hope you all enjoy the story heating up. I know I have enjoyed writing it!! As always, thank you for the feedback, positive comments, and reactions. Also special shout out to the moderators for all they do!!

I was 14, he was 34. I knew what I wanted so I made it obvious to him so I guess I picked him up. He started me off sucking his cock. After a couple of weeks when he saw how much I enjoyed it he told me “next time I’m gunna fuck you”. Next time he stripped me naked, ate out my hole and slathered a big wad of lube on it. He fingered it into me. That was the first time I’d ever been penetrated. He lubed his cock and put me on my belly. He got on top of me and pressed his cock on my hole. He warned me it would feel weird or uncomfortable and might even hurt a bit but he wouldn’t pull out or stop until he was balls deep and had finished inside me. I was nervous as fuck but horny as hell. He kept up the pressure until my hole relaxed and opened up and his cock slid in. He slowly pushed every inch into me. He felt fucking enormous but was probably average, about 6 inches. Once he was all inside me he stayed still until I was used to him, then he started fucking me slowly. It wasn’t exactly painful but I felt “full”. He fucked me gently for about 10 minutes then grunted “I’m gunna cum” and he shot his load into me. I loved it and it was a great introduction.

Part 9: Reconnecting with Mark: Taming the monster to make one line two The message hangs on your phone for a week, a dark promise: "I know what you did! I am back in town next week... We need to talk!" When the day arrives, you don't feel fear. You feel a sense of calm, of arrival. You're going back to the scene of your greatest disappointment to maybe finally get what you originally came for. Mark opens the hotel door. He's exactly as you remember him from that first moment: shirtless, in just a pair of well-worn jeans that hug his powerful thighs, his toned, hairy chest a canvas of masculine perfection. His bare feet are nicely manicured, a subtle sign of his fastidious nature. He looks... softer. More at peace. It doesn't feel like meeting someone you've only been with once. It feels like coming home to a good friend with whom you share a deep, unspoken connection. "Hey," he says, his smile genuine and warm. "Come on in." The lighting is dim, music is playing low. The air in the room is warm and thick with the rich, earthy scent of sandalwood and leather—Mark's cologne, a smell that is both grounding and dangerously masculine. It's a scent you immediately decide you could get used to. On the table are two glasses of red wine and a pre-rolled joint, an offer waiting to be accepted. You sit, you smoke, you drink. The wine is a rich, velvety Cabernet, its dark fruit flavors filling your mouth, a taste of blackberry and a hint of dark chocolate. The weed is high-quality, and the smoke fills your lungs, smooth and sweet, with a faint, skunky undertone that promises a potent, hazy float, melting away the last vestiges of your anxiety. The wine and weed work in tandem, a warm wave of relaxation that loosens your muscles and softens the edges of the room. You're sitting on the couch, and the space between you feels charged. Mark takes the joint from your fingers, his knuckles brushing against yours. The touch is deliberate, a small spark in the hazy air. He takes a slow drag, his eyes never leaving yours, and then leans in, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his skin. He exhales a plume of sweet smoke not away from you, but towards your lips, a shared breath that feels more intimate than a kiss. That's all it takes. You close the distance. Your first kiss is slow, deep, and tastes of red wine and cannabis. It's not a frantic kiss, but a settling one, like two pieces of a puzzle clicking into place. His hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, holding you gently but firmly. You melt into him, your body molding against his. The world outside this couch, this room, ceases to exist. You break for air, and he pulls you closer, guiding you to lean back against his chest. His arm wraps around you, a solid, comforting weight. You can feel the steady, strong beat of his heart against your back. His other hand finds yours, his fingers lacing through yours, and he just holds them. There's no urgency, only a profound sense of coming home. You rest your head against his shoulder, nuzzling into the warm, crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. You stay like that for a long time, just listening to the music and the soft sound of your breathing. His free hand begins to move, tracing slow, lazy circles on your stomach through your shirt. Each pass of his palm is a brand, a quiet claim. His touch is a question, and your body's response— the soft sigh that escapes your lips, the way you arch into his hand— is the answer. He shifts, turning you both to face each other. His eyes are heavy-lidded, shining with a gentle, uncomplicated lust. He reaches for the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head in one smooth, deliberate motion. Your hands explore each other's torsos—mapping the solid muscle, the sensitive skin. Your chests press together, skin on skin, a friction that is both comforting and electrifying. Soon, your jeans and his are the only barriers left. He stands, taking your hand and pulling you up with him. He undoes his belt and lets his jeans fall, kicking them aside. He's commando, and his magnificent cock hangs thick and heavy between his legs, a promise of what's to come. You follow his lead, shedding your own pants until you are both standing in the dim light, wearing nothing but your vulnerability and your desire. It's in this state of raw, relaxed honesty that he finally speaks, his voice a low murmur that vibrates through you. "You took it," he says softly. You meet his gaze, your own voice raw with the memory. "I was so disappointed," you confess. "You were perfect. You were everything I thought I wanted because you were safe. But when you pulled out that condom... I realized that's not what I wanted anymore. And then when you told me you were poz... and you wouldn't... I was so desperate to have what you were denying me that I had to take a piece of it." As you speak, you see it. His cock, which had been hanging thick and heavy between his legs, begins to stir. It slowly lifts, hardening with every word you say, until it's standing fully erect, a thick, rigid column of flesh pointing directly at you. A hard cock never lies. Your confession is arousing him deeply. Mark's smile fades, replaced by a look of profound vulnerability. "You think I wasn't tempted?" he says, his voice low. "You have no idea how much I wanted to breed you. To see you walk out of here carrying my load. But I couldn't. It was too new for me. My diagnosis... my viral load... it was a monster I was still terrified of. I wasn't ready to be that monster for someone else. I was afraid of what it would turn me into." He looks at you, his eyes clear. "You were braver than I was. You ran towards the fire. I was still running from it." He reaches into his nightstand drawer and pulls out two small, flat boxes. "But things are different now," he says. "For both of us. And I need to know that you're sure about what you want. For my own conscience... for my own peace. I need us both to be clear-eyed about what we're doing here." He opens one box, revealing a quick HIV test. "I need us to both know where we stand. Right now." He does his first. You watch, your heart pounding, as the drop of his blood travels down the test strip. A dark, forbidden impulse flashes through you. As he's about to wipe his finger, you gently take his hand. Before he can react, you lean in and lick the tiny smear of residual blood from his fingertip. It's coppery, metallic, primal. He lets out a sharp, shuddering breath, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. His hard cock bobs in response, a thick bead of precum welling up at its slit. It's a promise. A taste of things to come. You both watch the two lines appear, dark and immediate. Positive. He looks at it, not with fear, but with a sense of confirmation. A proud, immutable fact. He places it on the desk, a physical testament. There is no ambiguity here, no room to ignore what is at stake. It's a definitive statement of his body. Then it's your turn. Your fingers tremble as you prick your own finger. You squeeze the drop onto the test strip. The minutes feel like an eternity. This is it. The first tangible proof of your journey. A single line appears. Negative. Still negative. A wave of something washes over you—not relief, but a strange, hollow disappointment. You're still on the outside looking in. And yet, your own cock is as hard as his, a rigid, aching testament to the fact that your body knows exactly what it wants, regardless of the test result. Mark looks from your solitary, stark line to his own pair of lines, sitting side-by-side on the desk like a grim, undeniable prophecy. The contrast is a physical thing. Your lone mark of clean health next to his double-line signature of the virus. He looks from the tests back to your face, his expression unreadable for a moment. His gaze drops down, taking in the sight of both your hard cocks, standing at attention like two soldiers ready for battle. "Now that we see it, laid out so clearly... are you still sure?" he asks, his voice low and serious. "Do you want to cross that line with me, as much as I want to take you there?" You nod, your voice firm. "More than anything." A slow, beautiful smile spreads across his lips. It's not a smile of pity; it's a smile of pure, predatory delight. "Good," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "That means I get to be the one. I get to be your ground zero. I get to be the one who changes you. Thank you for choosing me." He stands and holds out his hand. "Let's not have any more disappointments," he says. "Let's do what we both wanted to do that night." He leads you to the bed. The atmosphere is reverent, almost sacred. You sit on the edge, and he kneels before you. He looks up at you, his eyes full of adoration, and then leans in, pressing his face against your chest. You feel his hot breath against your skin a moment before his tongue makes a slow, wet trail up your sternum. It's an act of worship. You pull him up onto the bed with you, your hands finally free to explore the body you've only dreamed of. Your fingers slide over the solid muscle of his shoulders and down his arms. And then, you feel it. His chest hair. It's softer than it looks, a dense, wiry thicket that you run your fingers through, a living carpet of masculinity that tickles and teases with every shift of his weight. You bury your face in it, breathing in his clean, musky scent mixed with the sandalwood of his cologne. It's even better than you remembered. He moans, his hands roaming your back as you explore him. He pushes you onto your back, his body covering yours, and that soft, wiry hair becomes a delicious friction against your own smooth skin, a constant, tantalizing reminder of his raw, masculine power. You're both hard, your cocks trapped between your bodies, kissing deeply, your tongues exploring. He reaches down, his fingers gathering the slick fluid. He finds your PA, the heavy steel ring you wear, and he moans his appreciation. "So beautiful," he murmurs. He uses his precum as lube, coating your piercing, his fingers rolling the heavy steel, tugging gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He pushes more of his fluid onto the ring, using his slickness to coat your own slit, the sensitive, thin skin tingling with the intimate violation. You're leaking now, too, your fluids mixing with his. He takes his cock in his hand and slides it up and down your crack again, coating you. His cockhead, slick and insistent, knocks at your backdoor. He pauses, letting it throb against you, and you feel another pulse of his hot precum ooze directly into your opening, getting your asslips slick, making them swell with anticipation. You can't help it. You push back slightly, extending your lips, a silent, physical invitation for him to enter. "Is this what you really want?" he whispers, his voice a low growl. "You want me to breed you? To make you poz? Once you have those two lines, you can never go back to one. Are you sure?" "Yes," you breathe, the word a prayer. "I'm sure. Please, Mark. Convert me." He begins to push. The entry is a slow, deliberate sinking, a moment of mutual surrender. The feeling is radically different from last time. There's no condom, no sterile barrier preventing you from fully connecting. You feel every ridge and vein of his cock, the thick, prominent lines protruding from his shaft, a topographical map of his desire. You feel the distinct, flared edge of his head as it rubs against your prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You feel his cock pulling on your asslips with each backstroke, a possessive, intimate tug. He pushes deeper, and you feel him press against your inner sphincter. A sharp, sudden pain makes you gasp. "Easy... easy now," he murmurs, his voice gentle. "Breathe. I'm there. Not going anywhere. Let it drool... slick you up. Push back... let me in." You do as he says, and with a final, deliberate push, he's through—moaning deep in your ear. He sinks deeper, inch by inch, until he's fully seated, his heavy balls resting against yours. He stays there for a moment, letting you adjust, letting you feel the weight and the heat of him, a perfect, living presence inside you. The first fuck is slow and emotional, a correction of the past. He moves in you with a gentle, rhythmic grace, his eyes locked on yours, his hands stroking your face. It's about healing the disappointment, about replacing the memory of the condom with the reality of his flesh. But the climax is what truly matters. He begins to move faster, his breathing becoming ragged. You can feel his cock swelling inside you, getting even harder as his thrusts become more urgent, more demanding. He slows his thrusts to a maddening, teasing rhythm, his eyes boring into yours, searching. "Are you... sure?" he groans, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Tell me now. Pull out? Once this... it's done. You're mine. Forever." "Don't..." The refusal is instant, fierce. "Don't you dare." You grip his arms. "Breed me. Mark. Give me..." You swallow hard. "...that toxic load." "God. God, I want to," he moans, his forehead resting against yours. "But... wanna enjoy this. Savor it. Okay? Slow down... just for a minute? Relish it?" You can only nod, your breath caught in your throat. "Good," he whispers, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He begins to move again, but not with the rhythmic thrusts of before. Now he's grinding, circling his hips, stretching you from the inside. "Let me stretch you... little longer," he murmurs, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble. "Open you up. Tear you... just a little. Make you perfect. Warm home... for my babies... so they can enter... even better." His voice drops even lower, a possessive growl against your ear. "Remember? The monster? I was so afraid? Not anymore. And now... gonna set him free. Inside you." His words are a litany of beautiful filth, driving you both to a higher plane of arousal. "Can feel it," he continues, his voice thick with lust. "My toxic seed... it’s boiling up. Spilling into your guts… Not just cum… Everything… Every viral particle… Will paint your insides... mark you. Inside out. Soon... every drop... poz. Your own load... turns toxic for me." The idea is so intoxicating, so real, that your body arches against him, a silent plea for more. "Please, Mark," you beg. "Please… Give it to me." He pulls back almost all the way, leaving just the tip of his cockhead inside you, teasing your swollen rim. "Tell me," he commands, his voice dominant. "What do you want? Tell me… you want my poz seed." "I want it," you repeat, your voice a desperate chant. "I want it so bad… All inside me. Want you to convert me… Be yours." That's all it takes. With a guttural roar that seems to come from the depths of his soul, he slams back into you, hilt-deep. "That's what I wanted... wanted to hear," he growls. "What I wanted to do... last time... only didn't dare." And now, it happens. His cock pulses, a powerful, rhythmic throb deep inside your guts. A searing, wet heat floods you as he roars his release. It's not just cum; it's a transfer. A gift. A sacrament. You feel every spurt. "Feel it... Feel my high-viral-load... invading you," he gasps. "Million toxic particles... spreading... connect us... forever." It's the most intimate, profound moment of your life. Your own cock erupts without being touched, spraying your chest as your ass milks him for every last drop. It's equally special for him; you see it in his eyes, a look of awe and possessive love. You relax, coming down from the intensity of your pozzing high. He collapses on top of you, his body heavy and solid, his heart hammering against your chest. For a long moment, you just lie there, tangled together, breathing in the scent of sex and sweat. Then he shifts, rolling to the side but keeping an arm draped heavily over you. You collapse back against the bed, your skin slick with sweat, and feel the cool, crisp percale of the hotel sheets against your back. The high thread count is a luxurious, stark contrast to the raw, filthy act that just transpired, a small island of civilization in the sea of depravity you've willingly drowned in. The room is quiet except for your soft, shared breaths. But Mark isn't done. He moves down the bed, his movements purposeful. He gently pushes your legs apart, and you feel his hot breath on your still-sensitive hole. You're swollen, puffy, and well-used, a warm, slick trickle of his precious load slowly oozing out of you. He doesn't just wipe it away. He lowers his head and you feel a hot, wet shock as his tongue laps against your swollen rim. It's not a hungry, devouring act, but a slow, reverent one. He's giving you a well-deserved, cooling massage with his tongue, lapping at your stretched, tender flesh. He's careful, taking his time, using the tip of his tongue to gently push every stray drop of his cum back inside you, as if not a single drop is allowed to be wasted. It's a possessive, tender act of worship that makes you feel cherished and claimed in equal measure. After he's satisfied that you're clean and full, he moves back up your body. He leans in and kisses you, and you immediately taste it—the salty, musky flavor of his own cum. But there's something else. A new, underlying note. A faint, distinct metallic taste that you instantly recognize. The taste of blood. Not from him, but from you. A tiny, intimate tear. The microscopic proof that he's done enough damage, that the final barrier has been breached. It's not proof of conversion, but the proof of opportunity. The gateway is open, and now his potent seed can do its work. You both freeze for a fraction of a second, the realization passing between you in that shared, intimate moment. His eyes lock with yours, and they are blazing with a triumphant, possessive fire. He knows you've tasted it. He knows you know. The damage is done. The seed is planted, and now it will grow inside you. He crushes his mouth to yours, the kiss no longer just tender, but fierce and celebratory. His tongue pushes into your mouth, sharing the taste of his successful load with you in a deep, filthy, perfect kiss. As you're still tangled in that kiss, you feel his fingers drift down, tracing the curve of your ass until they find your hole. He gently circles your sensitive rim, gathering the last of the fluid. Then, with a tender, deliberate pressure, he begins to massage it back into you. His fingers push his own seed against your skin, massaging it deeper, into your gut. The pad of his finger finds your prostate, still swollen and sensitive, and he presses against it, sending a deep, resonant wave of pleasure through you. You gasp, your body arching slightly as a smaller, but just as profound, orgasm shudders through you, a slow, deep pulse that leaves you trembling. He's breathing deeply in your ear, a low, satisfied rumble. Finally, Mark reaches for the joint and the lighter, sparking it up. He takes a long, slow drag, his chest expanding. Instead of passing it to you, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. He exhales a thick plume of sweet smoke directly into your waiting mouth. You breathe it in, a shared, hazy breath that feels more intimate than words. You take the joint from his fingers, take your own drag, and return the favor, leaning up to blow the smoke back into his mouth. You pass the joint and the smoke back and forth this way, your lips meeting in soft, lingering kisses, the haze wrapping you both in a warm, peaceful blanket. You both need to piss. Last time, this was the moment you were in the bathroom, alone, stealing his filled condom from the wastebin and inserting it up your ass in a desperate, shameful act of longing. No need for it this time. You have all you ever wanted inside of you, spreading freely—no rubber barrier in sight—to take you over. This time, the act wasn't one of theft, but of gift. And the feeling is not of shame, but of profound, peaceful completion. An hour later, you're at it again. This time it's a celebration of shared pleasure, a joyful contrast to the intense, ritualistic first fuck. The energy is lighter, more playful. You're on top, riding him, your hands splayed across his powerful, hairy chest. You can feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat against your palms as you bounce on his magnificent cock, the weight of your PA ring making your own cock swing up and down. He's looking up at you, his eyes shining with pure, unadulterated joy and lust. He's laughing, moaning, calling you his "beautiful convert," his "perfect creation," each word a benediction. The sight of him so happy, so lost in the pleasure of you, sends you over the edge. Your own cock erupts, spraying thick, white ropes of your cum all over his chest, matting the dark fur of his pecs and abs. The sight triggers his own release. With a loud, happy groan, he grips your hips and thrusts up deep one last time, and you feel another warm, toxic flood coating your insides, a second gift to seal the deal. You collapse onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily, slick with sweat and cum. You're not done. You begin to nuzzle and lick his chest, tasting the salty, bitter tang of your own release. He moans, his hands stroking your back as you rub your own cum into his thick fur, marking him as thoroughly as he has marked you. It's a messy, intimate, perfect exchange. You stay like that, tangled together, his softening cock still inside you, your head on his chest, and you fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. In the dead of night, you wake to him rolling on top of you. It's a sleepy, primal act of possession. He enters you again with a sleepy groan. This fuck isn't about emotion; it's about ownership. It's quiet, just the sound of skin on skin and soft moans in the dark. "Even when you go home tomorrow," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in the dark, "you'll still be full of me. You'll go back to your husband with my poz load swimming inside you. He'll be kissing your mouth, but I have been poz-kissing your ass all night. You're mine now. Everywhere." It's Mark staking his claim, reinforcing the transformation while you are both half-asleep, in a state of pure instinct. Your hole is soft, puffy, and completely open to him now, accepting him with no resistance. It's a natural, perfect fit. With each encounter, you become softer, more vulnerable, more perfectly his. You wake up in the morning tangled together, the sun streaming into the room. There's no shame, no regret. Just a profound sense of peace and rightness. He makes coffee. The rich, bitter aroma fills the small kitchen area, a domestic, comforting smell that feels more intimate and real than anything that happened the night before. You act like a couple. You are finally at peace with yourself. When it's time to leave, you share a final, deep kiss. "I have to go," you say. "My husband will be home this evening." Mark understands. He doesn't push. He just holds you. "I know," he says. "But you know where to find me, you have my number. You know where you belong. This isn't a one-time thing," he says. "We're in this together now. This connection we have... it's separate. It doesn't challenge anything else. But it's real. I'll be here. And I'll breed you again and again, if that's what you want, until it takes. And when it does... we'll be brothers in arms. There's a whole world out there we can explore together. Others we can share this with. I told you I wanted to see you walk out of here carrying my load. Now I want to watch you walk through the world with it. The window is usually two to four weeks. Call me if you get the flu. I want to be the first person you tell when your body starts to change. Think about it." You leave the hotel and go home. Your house is empty, quiet. Your husband won't be back for hours. Everything is as usual, except for the warm, secret presence of another man's toxic load deep inside you. That evening, your husband arrives. He's happy to see you. He asks about your night. You smile and play the part perfectly. That night, you lie in bed next to your sleeping husband. Your cunt is still swollen and puffy, a tender, constant reminder of the night's raw pleasure. Even now, if you move your head just right against the pillow, you can catch the faintest trace of sandalwood and leather on your own skin, a ghost of his possession. And although you know Mark's babies have already been absorbed and are doing their job deep inside you, you still have the distinct, filthy feeling of being loaded, of being permanently claimed. You feel the phantom weight of your husband's secret life from the rest stop. And you feel the phantom echo of the leather biker's rough, primal claim in the woods, the one who first showed you the way. You are a man living a perfect lie, holding all the secrets. You are the bridge between their worlds, and the power is intoxicating. You haven't chosen a new life. You have simply become the master of your old one, who will be—sooner or later—armed with a power no one can ever know about.

Chapter 8 – Introducing Mark It had been a few weeks since that first time at Gary’s house. Tanner and Rich had gone and visited Gary a few times. Each time they just smoked and enjoyed each other’s company. Straight boy Tanner even gave his ass up a few times to their special host Gary. They had developed a special relationship with the man. A level of trust between the two boys and the man. The holidays were coming around and Rich had plans to return home to visit with his family. He had plane tickets and everything set up to visit everyone a few states away from the college life he had become accustomed to. Tanner was another story. He was an only child and his parents pride and joy. They had decided to go on a trip for the holidays and Tanner was sent a substantial sum of money to plan his own trip. Of course like any other good drug abuser, he used the money for him and Rich to party with his girlfriend. Once the drugs dried up, so did the relationship. That old song and dance. He had strategically remained with the little money that was left for food and other luxuries during the holiday break. Once Rich had left for his family gathering, Tanner was left to himself. He was invited to go with his friend to their family gathering but did not want to impose on their kindness. Tanner had resolved to having a quiet, drug free holiday. This endeavor lasted a day without his friend Rich to keep him on the wagon. Tanner went through the little stash he had saved for a rainy day but was jonezing in no time at all. Reluctantly, he gave Gary a call. T: Hey Gary, long time no see. Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted some company. Because I’m totally free for a few days. Yeah, Rich went home for a few days and I have no one to chill with. So is it cool for me to come over and chill a bit? Cool. See you in a bit. Tanner played the innocent part well but knew he would end up smoking and needing to entertain his gracious host. So he jumped in the shower, shaved his body hair off again, and cleaned out. He wasn’t expecting to get into any anal play but he had learned it was always good to be prepared for these things. Tanner jumped out of the shower and looked down at his smooth dick and balls. He had learned the fun way that was what Gary liked with his boys. Smooth as can be. He was glad he remembered. Not that Gary was withholding when Tanner wasn’t shaved, he was just that more generous when he was shaved. Tanner knew what he was doing while getting ready. He threw on a tank top and some basketball shorts. He skipped the underwear. All the easier to tease the man funding his fun times. When he was finally ready, he ubered over to the Gary’s house. He rank the door bell and waited for his gracious host to appear. He rank the bell a second time before Gary appeared and welcomed him into his home. They walked in and sat at the kitchen table. Gary offered Tanner a drink. Tanner usually passed on the first drink as he knew it always would have G in it but today was a good day and he had no plans whatsoever for the next day or two – hence the uber drive. Tanner accepted the Gatorade and the drank the drink while the two males chit chatted a bit. It wasn’t until Tanner made a comment about not smoking yet that day and raised his arms above his head, showing off his smooth underarms, that’s when Gary ushered him into the living room. On the coffee table in front of the couch was their usual setup. The only difference this time was that instead of just the usual pipe, there was a large bubbler on the table. Tanner asked Gary about the new edition to the usual setup and was told this long story about how it was acquired. Gary was halfway through the story when he realized that Tanner was already zoned out and staring at the large bulb on the bubbler. Gary laughed and brought out a torch. The bubbler bulb was already loaded with a large puddle. He bounced the torch on the bulb and took a long rip from the bubbler. He let out a large cloud. Tanner expressed his approval on the large cloud. Gary said it was easy to get good rips from the bubbler since it helped with the harshness of the Tina. He passed the torch and bubbler to Tanner. G: Have at it boy. Let me see you catch up to me. Tanner did not need to be told twice. He took a large rip and blew out a large cloud. T: Mmmm, is that 7 Up in the bubbler. It makes it taste nice. The boy went to pass the contraption back to the host but was turned away. G: I told you to catch up, boy. Tanner took rip after rip after rip until the bowl was empty. He was flying pretty high and could have just chilled like that for a long while. But Gary had other plans. He pulled out his supply and pulled out two large shards that barely fit into the bulb. But both were pushed in and melted into a nice big puddle. Again Tanner was urged to attack the bubbler alone. The boy obeyed and was super high once he was done with the bowl. Gary asked the spun boy if he would like to watch some porn while they chilled. Tanner shook his head up and down with a doofus looking grin on his face. Gary put on some amateur looking straight porn with a teen couple going at it. it did not take long for Tanner to get comfortable in the man’s house. Once he threw off his tank top, Gary had refilled the bubbler with a fat load and once again, Tanner downed it be himself. This continued to be their pattern for the hour or so that they were hanging out. Tanner’s shorts were the next to go. After that, he was just walking around Gary’s house naked. He didn’t even realize that Gary was smoking a bit but left most of the smoking up to the teen. After another Gatorade, the trusting boy was naked and melting into the couch. He was watching the amateur porn that was obviously turning him on (he kept commenting on how perfect the girls tits were) but he had overshot the mark and was stroking his tina dick. Tanner was so absorbed into the porn that he wasn’t keeping tabs on Gary. The man had been in and out of the room taking care of other things. He basically came back into the living room here and there to keep reloading the bubbler. Tanner never even blinked when the doorbell rang and Gary walked off to answer his door. He returned with a black man. This man was athletic body shaped that looked to be in his late 30’s like Gary. The two man walked into the living room and tried to get the teen’s attention. Gary introduced his old Navy friend Mark. Tanner turned to look at the black man, smiled, and then turned back to the straight porn playing on the screen. M: oh you were not kidding. The boy is spun. He didn’t even stop playing with his little clit while he smiled at us. G: Yeah, he’s pretty far gone. But he can get further. Watch. Gary grabbed the bubbler and refilled the bulb once again. He took a rip and handed it off to his new friend Mark. Both men took two rips each, releasing huge clouds. Gary handed the bubbler to the straight twink in front of them. Tanner went on auto pilot and took his rips until the bowl was finished. Pausing in between rips to continue to play with his flaccid dick. The men laughed at the teen. M: oh damn, he’s like not even here. I fucking love that. And you are sure he’s straight? G: Oh yeah, he’s a straight one alright. Except when he needs to get spun. Then he’s a little chem whore. But I’m the only dick he has taken. He’ll still be nice and tight for that black snake of yours. How much meat are you packing again? M: you know them chem whores always love my 10 inch black meat. Again the men laugh. Mark pulls out his own pipe and takes a few hits. He passes it to Gary and he takes a few puffs. The men throw off their clothes and get naked. They are both sporting their respective hard-ons. Gary with his 7 inches and Mark with his 10 inches. They sit on either side of the teen on the couch. They each pick up one of the teen’s hands and place them on their dicks. Tanner starts jerking them off instinctually. Mark reaches down between the teen’s legs and plays with his limp dick. Some precum leaks off and Mark licks his fingers. M: Mmmm. I love the taste of twink juice. How about you boy? Do you like the taste of our juice? Tanner mumbles an IDK. G: Well try it out and tell us which one you like best. Gary puts his hands on Tanner’s head and guides him down to his dick. Tanner takes the dick in his mouth, sucking him off. He bobs for a minute or two and then Mark puts his hand on Tanner’s head and guides him down to his own dick. Now this was a completely new dick for Tanner. The big dick was thicker than any that he had taken at all. It took him a moment to fully get his mouth around it. Again, he starts sucking on it like he was born to do it. Tanner tried to keep his eyes on the straight porn playing. Mark puts both hands on Tanner’s head and the twink starts to focus solely on the dick in front of him. During this attention grab, Gary takes the time to change the porn playing on the tv. He starts a playlist of amateur porn from his own collection. It’s Gary and friend double teaming a smooth twink. By the time that Tanner’s attention returns to the porn playing, he returns to playing with his limp dick. T: I think you guys taste the same. The men chuckle. T: Hey that looks like mine and Rich’s friend Tim. Did you guys play with Tim? G: Oh yeah, that does seem to be Tim. T: he’s sucking you guys off. Did you guys fuck him too? M: oh him, yeah. He was strong enough to take my big dick. Not everyone is strong enough to take it. It takes a special type of Man to take this thing. Tanner looks down and watches Mark wave his dick around. M: Are you strong man? Huh Tanner, are you a strong man? G: oh yeah, Tanner here is a strong man alright. He takes a fucking like a man. No crying or whining from this guy. At least not when he takes my dick. Tanner looks down and watches Gary wave his dick around. G: Tanner knows how good it feels to have a man to help out another man. Isn’t that right boy? T: Yeah, I can take a dick. Tanner turns to Gary and smirks. T: if they help me feel good … Tanner turns to Mark and smirks. T: I can help them feel good. I’m feeling real good. Gary takes care of me but I cant seem to get my dick to work today. Gary and Mark exchange looks and turn toward the twink. G: oh I think we can help you out. Chapter 9 – G: oh I think we can help you out. I have some pills to get that dick hard for you and my friend here … M: oh well I have some good T I’m willing to share with a cute twink like you. If you wanna help me feel good, that is? T: Same deal I have with this homo here. Share your love and you can push some love into me. Just don’t tell Rich. I cant have him know that I like it that much. G: Like what that much? The tina or the dick? T: Either. G: you are surprisingly coherent for how high you are? T: Yeah, the G started wearing off and I can play dumb a lot. Helps things get started. It’s when I can’t snap out of it, that’s when I worry. I’ve only gotten that bad when you shot me up. The men gave each other an evil grin. G: well let’s just chill for a bit. I’ll get you a dick pill and this will give you some time for it to kick in. Mark and I will go over our inventory. In the meantime, here. Gary refilled the bubbler and handed it to Tanner. Gary walked off to the kitchen and returned with a water bottle and 2 pills. he explained that one was the dick pill and the other was an E. Tanner downed the pills and picked up the bubbler. He dialed back into the porn and went back to playing with his soft dick. As he was transfixed on the porn, the men were regrouping in the kitchen. After some time had passed, and the pills were starting to kick in, the men returned to the living room. Tanner had finally started to get hard and was jerking off to the porn. He noticed the guys were back. T: hey guys, look. This is Gary and Rich fucking me the first time I was here. Man that feels like forever ago. G: oh yeah, I forgot that was on this playlist. It’s a hot one I love to watch over and over. M: Don’t worry. We’re gonna make an even hotter one once we get you on the level you wanna be. Tanner took the last hit in the bubbler and turned toward Mark and smirked in a daring manner. That’s when Mark holds up a tourniquet and a few darts. M: Time to get you to the stratosphere you hot little thing. Tanner’s dick bounced at the thought of being shot up again. G: Come on and follow us to my bedroom. The men turn toward the hallway and Tanner follows like a lost puppy. They get to the bedroom and throw the twink on the bed. The teen holds out his arm in anticipation. Mark comes over and ties the teen off. He pulls out on of the premade darts and hits the teen. Mark pulls on the touniquet and releases it. M: Bye bye and blast off! The coughing starts. The arm goes up and over the head. The eyes go black and the body tingles flood the teen’s frame. As the coughing stops, the men wrestle the teen on the bed. They get some rope and tie one end to the teen’s left ankle. The rope goes around the teens neck and back around to the other ankle. This leaves the twink’s hard cock and hole wide open. The men each take their darts and turn to face their prey. Gary had gotten the entire tie off and dart hit on hand held cam. He zoomed in on his friend’s hard dick. G: oh damn, we didn’t get him to get your dick wet before we tied him up. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to help you out. Gary got on his knees and takes Mark’s dick in one gulp. He’s on a mission to get the dick as slick as possible, as soon as possible. When there is enough throat slim on the black meat, he pulls off and stands back so he can film. Mark lines his dick the teen’s hole. he stares at him right in the eyes and says remember, you are a strong man. take this like a man. Mark pushes forward and the head of his dick pops in the boy. Tanner makes some sort of gurgle noise. He’s not faking this time. He’s spaced out and super high. This makes Mark smile and he pushes forward until he bottoms out into the twink. More gurgles escape the straight twink but definitely nothing like a cry. Mark pulls out halfway and pushes forward again. He continues to repeat until he sees the boy’s dick bounce between their bodies. He might be out of it but he is loving the dick. Tanner’s body is betraying him. Every thrust into him makes his dick bounce and leak some precum from the tip of his dick. There is a pile of clear liquid forming a puddle near his belly button. Mark dips his fingers into the puddle and licks his fingers. M: Damn, I love the taste of him. Mark picks up the pace and starts pounding into the teen. The slap of their sweating bodies is heard throughout the room. The black man is building up his nut and stopping himself, edging himself because he doesn’t want to stop. The amazing feeling of a tweaked out straight boy around his dick was amazing. When Mark was finally done edging and ready to cum, he pushed into the teen as far as he could thrust. He released his torrent of cum into the boy’s open ass. He pulls out and the boy’s hole is left open. It takes a bit to close since it had gotten used to the thick black meat. Mark was immediately replaced by Gary. Mark picked up the cam. Now that his friend had stretched the boy out a bit, Gary was able to fuck without the constraint of the boy being too tight to really let loose. Gary untied the teen and let his legs fall on his shoulders. He pushed his load into the twink. Tanner was in cum loving heaven. Once the men were done with their loads, they pulled out a buttplug and pushed it into the teen. This kept their cum from leaking out. They walked the boy back out to the living room where he fell back into the porn trap. He was ordered to edge himself but not cum or he would be cut off. The men rested up and recharged their batteries while the teen came down some. They took their time and when they were ready to fuck again, the twink was slammed again. He returned to his real mumbling self as the men assaulted his ass. They fucked him in numerous positions. They took turns fucking his mouth and ass. They fucked into the morning of the next day. It wasn’t until midday when the men finally retired and set the twink free. He had really impressed them with his skills and flexibility. They called him an uber to go home and sent him home with some T to finish up at home. Chapter 10 – Uncle Marty Tanner had continued to get more greedy with his tina consumption. Rich had come home and found out that he went to Gary’s house without him and completely freaked. They were only supposed to do that together. So they could watch out for each other. Tanner did not see it that way. Months passed and he had blown through Gary’s good graces and that of Gary’s friends’ good graces. Gary was now posting online for random men to come and fuck Tanner. Tanner got caught by Rich at Gary’s house super tweaked out getting a train run on him by complete strangers. Unfortunately, there was nothing Rich could do. He was forced to sit back and watch his friend get turned into a cumdump, all to get high. Rich couldn’t reach his friend anymore. He wouldn’t listen. Rich could see that his friend was on a negative spiral that he did not want to follow. Rich took a leave of absence from school and decided to go soul searching. He asked Tanner to come with him but he refused. Tanner said he didn’t have any problem. He wished his friend well as he left. When Tanner’s parents found out that Rich had left, they were thrown for a loop. They loved their son but didn’t trust him to live on his own. So they added a stipulation to their living arrangement agreement with their son. Tanner’s unemployed uncle Marty would come to live with him for the duration of Rich’s little vacation. Tanner did his best to sober up when his uncle came to live with him. Uncle Marty seemed chill enough. He was just always there at the pad. He was charged with keeping tabs on Tanner and reporting back to his father. It did not take long for Marty to catch on that Tanner was sneaking around getting high. He was a smoker as well but was in control of his intake. And the asshole used the situation to his advantage. Marty would make subtle hints that he knew he was smoking in the apartment. Making comments about the smell of something burning. Finally came the day when Marty straight up opened the door and found Tanner and the current chem whore girlfriend smoking in the bathroom. He punished Tanner by making him watch as he slept with Tanner’s girlfriend in his bed. Marty thought the humiliation of that would kick him into gear. That was a wrong assumption. The only thing that changed was the girlfriend was kicked to the side. Tanner pretended to learn his lesson so that Marty wouldn’t go narking to his dad. Marty had no idea the depth of the situation until he came home one day and caught someone leaving the apartment. It was someone Marty happened to know through common circles. That someone was Gary. He was selling some tina to Tanner and Marty caught him leaving the apartment. Unbeknownst to Tanner, Marty had partied with Gary in the past. It did not take long for Marty to put one and two together. He talked with Gary and Gary was a fountain of information. He didn’t give a fuck about helping Tanner save face. He gave up the whole story. Every little fucking detail. And together they came up with a little plan for the twink. Chapter 11 – Tanner had received a call from Gary. He had a John that was willing to help the twink blast off but he needed to come over ASAP. It had been a long while since Gary had called him with anything like this. He had almost given up hope. He told Gary he would jump in the shower and then call him back. Tanner showered and went through the usual routine of shaving everything smooth and cleaning out. He called Gary and said he was coming over. When he got to Gary’s house, he was brought in and pulled to the kitchen. He was told that there was special instructions for this hookup. This hookup would be recorded for the John per his request. The John would be blindfolded and have ear plugs. He didn’t want to see or hear Tanner. Tanner was to go in the living room and smoke a bowl to get the juices flowing. Then the john would come in and he would have to strip the john. Gary would give instructions as they went. The more he followed instructions, the more tina he would get. Tanner agreed. Tanner was brought into the living room and Gary started to record him. He hands Tanner a torch and a bubbler. Tanner hits the bubbler a few times. It’s been a while since he was high so the tina is hitting him good. G: Good boy. Now strip naked for your man of the hour. Tanner throws off his t-shirt and shorts. He didn’t bother with any underwear so he is already naked. G: okay I’m going to bring the guy in. you turn around and finish the bowl. I’ll tell you when to turn around and face him. Gary goes into the next room and guides a blindfolded white man into the room and places him in front of the couch. He stands facing the boy’s ass. G: Okay, turn around and face your blindfolded John. Make him feel good. Tanner finishes his last hit and blows out as he turns around. He waits for the smoke to clear and then his heart sinks. He sees his uncle blindfolded in front of him. He tries to put his hands in front of his dick and balls. T: WTF? G: Whats wrong? Do you know him? T: Uuuuh, no. it’s just weird that’s all. I don’t know if I can do this. Tanner cant admit that he knows the John and is certainly not aware that his uncle knows Gary. He tries to back out of the situation. G: No going back now. Come on, even if you know him, he’s blindfolded. He wont know. Just do the work and get the tina. Simple as that. Gary was hoping that confusion hid the fact that he was holding a cam recording the event. He chuckled to himself. G: oh come on. don’t be a little bitch about it. Tanner was about to reach for his clothes when the blindfolded man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a shard of tina. He offers it out in his outstretched hand. Gary grabs it and places it in the bubbler for Tanner. Tanner uneasily takes up the bubbler and smokes the entire shard like it’s a race. He goes up to the man and pulls off his shirt over his head. He is careful to keep the blindfold in place. He waves in front of the covered eyes as if making sure. Tanner gets down and unfastens his pants. The man reaches into his pocket before Tanner pulls them straight down and the man walks out of them. Tanner puts them to the side. He reaches up and starts caressing his uncle’s dick through his boxers. Gary gets in the boy’s face to capture the emotional struggle. The head of the dick starts to poke out of the boxers. G: Pull them off of him. Let him free. Tanner reaches up and tugs them down. The dick in front of him is almost at mouth level. He’s close enough for the uncle to feel his breath on it. He starts to back up and rethink the situation when the blindfolded man puts his hand out again with another shard from his pocket before the pants fell. M: Smoke this and blow it on my dick. I know you want to you dirty whore. Gary grabs the shard and places it in the bubbler before Tanner can think otherwise. The sound of the torch and bubbler fill the room. That’s when Tanner closes his eyes and takes the dick in his mouth. Just before he blows out the cloud, Gary captures a tear running down his cheek. Tanner thinks to himself – OMG this is a new low, even for me. Sucking off my own uncle. G: Yeah, suck that dick. Blow those clouds on it silly whore. Tanner kept smoking and blowing cloud after cloud onto the dick until the entire dick was filled out and poking the back of his throat. If he wasn’t so embarrassed, he would be proud of the size of his uncle’s dick. It had to be almost 8 inches if not more. He could feel it in the back of his throat. Yes, definitely 8 inches. That’s when the blindfolded man grabbed him by the head and starts skull fucking his mouth. It was all Tanner could do to not choke on the big dick his uncle was unceremoniously pounding into him mouth. Again tears ran down his cheeks and it was all captured on cam. When the man finally released Tanner’s head, the man spoke M: Reach into my right pocket in my pants and pull out a shard for me. Tanner did as he was told. He placed the shard in the man’s hand. M: Good boy. Now, get on the couch and show me that ass. I wanna feel that used hole of yours. The man moved back to allow Tanner to get in front of him on the couch. He got on his knees and pushed his ass out toward the man. Gary helped the man over to the boy’s ass. Gary turned on a stationary camera facing the teen’s face on the couch while he got in close to the boy’s hole. The blindfolded man got on his knees and started licking the hole. he was getting it nice and wet. M: Mmmm, love the taste of a used hole. Tanner started to get emotional when he felt the shard being pushed into his hole. His uncle had thick fingers and he felt two of them pushing the tina into his winking hole. T: Noooooo. No I don’t like where this is going. Please we have to stop. Gary, make him stop. Marty’s fingers pulled out and was replaced with a dickhead T: Please Gary stop him before ahhhhh The 8 inch dick was pushed right into him in one push. His used hole was able to take it no problem. G: Too Late now little whore. M: Oh fuck yeah. Take that big dick. Uncle Marty grabs Tanner by the waist and starts piston fucking the moaning teen. Tanner knows this is wrong and knows he shouldn’t be moaning but he cant help himself. He keeps telling himself that it is the tina that is making this happen. But deep down inside he knows the truth. He is nowhere near his normal high and his body is betraying him. He reaches between his legs and feels his hard on standing straight up. T: Gary, please stop this. This is wrong Gary goes up behind the blindfolded man and slaps his ass. This causes him to thrust harder into the teen’s loose hole. The man pulls out and Tanner gets a sense of relief. It is cut short when the man just flips Tanner onto his back and starts thrusting into him loose hole again. He fucks Tanner in this position for a long while. When he finally lets up again, he picks the twink up and shifts underneath him. he sits down on the couch. The man pulls back and sits back against the couch. He puts his hands up over his head. M: I want you to ride me. Fuck yourself on my dick until you shoot your little fag load like the whore you are. He senses the hesitation from Tanner. M: Cum for me and I’ll give you more tina. Tanner is pushed into motivation when he hears that. He tells himself that his uncle will never know. He could get away with this. He starts to bounce up and down on his dick. He moves slightly and adjusts so that the big white dick is taping his boy button with each bounce. He picks up the pace and starts jerking off. The teen’s hand is pushed away and replaced with the man’s own hand. He rubs all over the smooth dick and balls. M: Yeah, smooth little bottom. Smooth like a girl. Fucked like a girl. Cum for me you little whore. He spits down into his hand and continues jerking the teen off. T: no, please don’t. omg he’s going to make me cum. Noooooo Tanner shoots his load all over his uncle’s chest. The cum is mangled in the soft dusting of chest hair on the man. M: Lick it. Lick it off my chest whore. A defeated Tanner bends down and starts licking his own cum off of his uncle. The humiliation is captured on the cam once again. The blindfolded man stops again and shifts positions again. This time they are on the floor of the living room and Tanner is on his back. He is getting pounded missionary style with his legs wrapped around his uncle. Marty is going to town on his ass. Marty is getting close. Tanner can feel it in the urgency of the thrusting. M: Pull my blindfold off. T: Nooo. I cant. I cant. M: Pull my blindfold off or you wont get your tina whore Tanner gives up. With his left hand on his uncle’s wet chest and the right hand reaching up toward the blindfold, he grips it and pulls down T: Please forgive me Marty doesn’t say anything. He just looks right into his nephews eyes. M: Are you ready for my thick load you fucking whore? T: Oh no, please don’t cum in me. I cant take that. M: You’ll take every drop I give you. T: Please don’t. please stop. M: Don’t make this any more difficult as it already is. Now take my load. Ahhhhhh! Yeah, that’s right. Take every drop. Marty continues to pound into the bottom until he stops and convulses a bit. He stands up and gives Gary a high five. M: That should be a hot video once you are done editing. Tanner gets up slowly and is timid around his uncle. Marty comes up behind him and slaps his ass. M: I always knew you gay. T: I’m not gay. M: No all my straight nephews let me fuck them up their little asses. Your ass I literally mine now. Unless you want me to tell your dad that you take it up the ass now for drugs. Don’t worry. I’m still going to pay you some with tina. I’m a man of my word. And I love how tina makes my bitches go into heat when I fuck them. So as long as you give it up to me when I want it, your secret is safe with me.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 4: “Uber-pozzing” “Keith,” Dr Matthew Hill began, into his phone as he drove home from LAX “who’s next for me?” For as much as it was frustrating that none of the breeders so far had gotten Matthew over the line to poz status, it was also the hottest, sex-filled period of his life – he had put behind him all his hangups and scolding himself for his thoughts…he would embrace the chase and have fun getting to the destination. Since Matthew was Keith’s employer, he felt it unprofessional to have Keith fuck and breed him, even though Keith was certifiably a hot poz toxic stud. But Keith had a contact list of dozens of hot gifters, some of whom Keith himself gifted into the brotherhood and some of whom he regularly recharged strains with. Keith set him up with Randy, Dr. Matthew’s patient. Any professional separation that Matthew adhered to in not fucking with patients went out the window when Keith forwarded over Randy’s pics. Of course, Matthew the conscientious doctor had seen Randy undressed before, but Matthew the HIV-chasing cumdump had never seen videos of Randy in action, thrusting his pierced pozzing stick inside some chaser’s hole. The couple of videos of Randy that Keith sent over showed Randy with only one X tattooed on his stomach, meaning at that time Randy had successfully infected “only” 10 guys. Yet Dr. Matthew had just seen Randy a few weeks ago and he had 3 Xs inked there, so Randy was a proven poz predator with an enviable conversion record. An established member of “The Ten,” Randy got the special gift from Keith a couple of years ago, and since then has been a prolific breeder and seeder or any neg hole in his path...or any oblivious cumdumps that don’t care if the guy’s shooting live ammo out of his poz cock. They set up their first session for 2 weeks hence. Dr. Matthew had an upcoming medical conference in Boston to attend – something that was set up well before he started on his bug-chasing path. He was even scheduled to give a presentation. In all his recent obsession with chasing the elusive HIV upgrade, Dr. Matthew had totally forgotten he made a commitment to present his research on “Managing and Preventing HIV Peer Pressure Among LGBTQ+ Patients.” He laughed…It was a paper he’d written over a year ago, and had gotten it published in a couple of specialized medical journals – it was all about how his practice had seen an upsurge in patient’s deliberately getting pozzed and what LGBTQ+ doctors could do to work against that mindset. But that was back when he knew about chasers but didn’t approve, well, didn’t approve on one level and was totally obsessed by it on another. Now he was totally going against everything he had written in that paper and he was loving every minute of trying to get pozzed. Still, there was a healthy fee for his appearance and he would be able to see some of his colleagues there, so he resolved to go, give his paper even though he knew he didn’t believe in it anymore, collect his fee and enjoy Boston for a few days. He was sorry to have to delay the start of Randy’s exclusive pozzing opportunity. He had been secretly lusting after Randy just from seeing him as a patient, even before Dr. Matthew began his quest for HIV infection. On the flight to Boston, his thoughts strayed from the presentation he was set to give, and kept coming back to Randy and his poz cock full of beautiful HIV. He knew Randy was a proven poz gifter so he held out hope that after the other guys who tried, Randy would be the one. Dr. Matthew’s own cock strained against his jeans and he shifted a bit in his airline seat to cover it from the prying eyes of his airline neighbor. Arriving at Logan Airport, Dr. Matthew claimed his bag and opened Uber to get a car. Soon, he was outside waiting for Solomon in a blue RAV-4, license plate TXC10. After a few minutes, he sees Solomon’s car pulling up to the curb. Solomon opens the trunk and emerges from the car to help with the bag. Dr. Matthew eyes Solomon up and down, all 6’4” of him, sinewy, with dark skin and a close-cropped hair with 3 small braids on either side of his gorgeous, smiling face. “I will take your bags now, Matthew,” he says in an accent Matthew can’t quite place. “And then off to the hotel,” Solomon adds. “Get comfortable, Matthew,” Solomon says, welcoming Matthew into his car. Along the way, he strikes up a conversation about why Matthew is in Boston, and hearing the reason, turns off the car’s music and adjusts the rearview mirror so Solomon and Matthew can make eye contact through it. “HIV prevention?” Is that still something people are trying to prevent,” asks a grinning Solomon. A provocative question indeed, thinks Matthew. “Definitely,” the young doctor replies, “there are ways to be sure to avoid transmission of it, such as daily or monthly preventive medication…and then there’s abstinence, of course.” “But that’s no fun,” Solomon answers back quickly, “I always believe we men need to spread the wealth,” if you know what I mean, grabbing his crotch for emphasis. “This has a mind of its own,” he said, holding his cock within his jeans. “If you have the time, let me show you what it can do,” the Uber driver stated. Not 10 minutes later, Solomon had pulled off the main road and into one of the alleyways that Boston is known for. Dr. Matthew had succumbed to the thought of Solomon’s big black dick, which he sincerely hoped was toxic, plunging into his ready hole. Solomon unbuttoned the fly on his jeans and let his fuckstick free. Joining him in the back seat, Solomon did not disappoint, with his enormous and fat uncut cock, already hard, presenting itself. And when he pulled off his T-shirt, emblazoned across his mid-section were 2 inked Xs. Solomon was a member of the brotherhood of The Ten – for every 10 successful pozzings, another X gets inked. “You want this toxic cock?” he asked, as if there was even a doubt in Matthew’s mind. The young doctor had pulled off his clothes and threw his legs up, his twitching hole anticipating the pending intrusion of Solomon’s poz monster cock. He didn’t have long to wait. Solomon just spit on his hand, rubbed his expanding pozzing stick and went inside, the near-dryness of the fuck scraping and scratching against the young doctor’s insides. He yelped in pain but Solomon, like all of The Ten, disregarded the doctor’s pain and drove it further up his mancunt. Dr. Matthew bit his lip and closed his eyes and resolved to take the poz man’s cock and load no matter the pain. After a few minutes of brutal fucking, Solomon withdrew his AIDS-dick to view his handiwork. Flecks of red dotted his cockhead which was streaming with pre-cum filled with his toxic HIV. He brought some of the pre-cum up to the young doctor’s lips and Matthew tasted the viral load inseminating him now. Solomon resumed his fucking, at least now the unmedicated precum oozing out of his dick provided some lubrication and Dr. Matthew relaxed enough to be able to enjoy the pounding that Uber driver Solomon was dishing out. “I would so love to be the one to poz your pussy,” Solomon breathless exclaimed as he got close to erupting inside Matthew’s neg hole. “My favorite thing in the whole world is pozzing up twinks like you. I got 22 men and 3 women carrying my poz babies forever.” Gripping the young doctor closer to him, Solomon is pile-driving the viral cock deep up the doctor’s hole and about 10 shots of infected toxic, high-viral, unmedicated cum coat Matthew’s mancunt as Solomon shudders and moans in delight, as Dr. Matthew’s foot pushes and flails against the car window as Solomon finishes emptying his poz bullets into the young doctor, the seed already infiltrating the recipient’s bloodstream. Sweat dripping off Uber driver Solomon and onto the young impressionable doctor the two collapse into a hot wet heap of manhood, Solomon’s poz cock slowly softening inside Matthew. Solomon withdraws it from the doctor and reaches into the seat back pocket and pulls out a small plug and replaces his cock with it in Matthew’s ass. “I keep these plugs here in the car just for this…keep them viral babies inside you so they can get to work,” he says, fumbling for his clothes and then opening the back door of the car to return to the drivers’ seat. Matthew busies with adjusting his clothes back on and sits up, the plug in his hole keeping the HIV gift from Solomon where it should be. Solomon is grinning from ear to ear as he laughs at the debauchery of it all. He’s got the car going again and looking back in the mirror says to Matthew “Any time you need another load of my strain while you’re here in Boston, you let me know.” They arrive at Matthew’s hotel, the young doctor wiped out from travel and from the brutal ass-pounding that the Nigerian Uber driver Solomon just inflicted upon him. But he is happy, for another load of HIV cum is soaking into him. Will this be the day he joins the brotherhood of poz predators? He sleeps soundly that night in his hotel, even if he feels conflicted about delivering an address to a room of fellow physicians about strategies for patients to avoid peer pressure about HIV, knowing he succumbed himself weeks ago. As he drifts off, he recalls remembering Ric and Mateo in college pozfucking dozens of guys with abandon, making a whole brotherhood of poz men to gift and share. And now he knew what they and Keith and Angus and Mack and Solomon knew, the pull of POZ was strong, the brotherhood was calling out to him day and night and nothing would deter him from pozzing up, and having some fun in the process. End of Chapter 4

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I have just received the notification that I had earned the highest rank on this site and had become Grand Master. You can think that I’m childish but I am so happy for that. It means a lot to me. When I met this site I was a in a very challenging and difficult situation. I was over a radical change of my career and in the middle of a private life crisis. My long-term relationship was close its end and this site and its community helped to get over this. But what is more important it helped and still helps to find myself, my real ego and helps to liberate myself, the real me, and enjoy what I always wanted to enjoy. I should have to say thank BZ and appreciate everything that BZ means to me. And then BZ acknowledges my activity here. So it’s a beautiful Christmas present for me.

I used to be scared of bareback sex and insist every pervert that fucked me wear a condom. They would always either take it off without telling me or just straight up shove it in me bare, and assure me they would pull out before they cum, which they never ever did of course. Eventually I got used to it and accepted the fact . It didn't take long until condoms became an absolute turn off for me. I only take it bare and I would rather have no sex at all than have sex with a condom.

Former rentboy here. I was raped several times by clients. Basically every time I ever slept overnight in a client's bed, I would be woken up in the middle of the night to them on top of me, holding me down and forcing their bare cock in me. Never once did any of them say ahead of time that this would happen, and I know that I was asking for it for putting myself in that situation in the first place and that no one would have believed me if I told anyone. There was also this one time when I showed up at a hotel room thinking I would be getting fucked by one man, only to find 4 others hiding inside til I was in and the door was locked. They held my mouth shut and gang raped me. Each time was terrifying and painful but some sick perverted part of me enjoyed it and found it exhilarating. I've even gone back to the same clients that have raped me multiple times. It was always kind of an unspoken rule that whenever they bought my fuckhole, it was their right to use me anytime they wanted, as rough as they wanted, with zero warning. I was a sex toy and not a person so my feelings didn't matter. An honorable mention was this man who would have me dress in his son's clothes and have me pretend to sleep in his son's bed, and he would come in and fuck me. But I don't consider it to be rape since I knew it was going to happen. I miss being a whore.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 3: Zero for 135 All during the drive home from Palm Springs, even when traffic slowed to its inevitable crawl once he hit West Covina, Dr. Matthew’s head was spinning…he had taken about 18 certifiable, unmedicated and toxic loads up his hole the day before, including 4 from his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli. Were there a few moments when he said to himself “What have you done?” Definitely there were…but then the voice in his head reassured him that this is what he wanted, he got into that sling willingly and his own cock shot multiple loads of cum while the poz guys gang-banged him, and later while Martinelli bred him 4 times with his poz seed. It was his destiny and he didn’t want to deny it any longer. So any doubts in his mind were doused and he knew he was on the right path to becoming part of the brotherhood. As an infection disease doctor, he also knew poz conversion from fucking was still relatively unlikely and it’s highly unusual to turn poz from just one night. Yeah, he would wait for the “fuck flu” to hit in a few weeks but he wasn’t confident it would hit, not yet,anyway – so he wasn’t confident, but was hopeful. No, the only way to ensure his getting over the line and seeing 2 red lines on a test strip was to keep taking poz loads. And he knew just who he should speak to about that. Arriving early at the office on Monday morning, Matthew poured some coffee for himself and waited for Keith to arrive. He had sent a text on Sunday afternoon asking Keith to come in a few minutes early as there was something he wanted to mention to him. “Hey, Doc,” Keith greeted him, breezing in and ready to work as always, his ultra-confident manner and eagerness to start a new work week always impressed his employer, Dr Matthew. Keith was looking especially hot this morning in his tight blue scrubs and with the lower part of his radioactive symbol tattoo peeking out under his sleeve. “How was your weekend, Doctor?” the nurse asked, settling in the chair on the other side of Matthew’s desk and sipping his coffee. “I wanted to tell you something, Keith”, the doctor started hesitantly. “It’s not a work thing, it’s more of a personal thing,” he said, shifting in his chair. Keith could sense the young idealistic Doctor was uncomfortable. “I went to Palm Springs,” he began, “specifically the men’s club over in Cathedral City. I enjoyed myself more than I ever have before, and I took about 18 loads of poz cum, including 4 from Dr. Martinelli.” He had blurted out the words, not stopping to gauge his listener’s reaction or thinking about the appropriateness of telling an employee this information. “Oh, yeah, Dan called me Sunday morning,” Keith said, a sly smile “welcome to the chase!” Dr Matthew looked up with a start. He was surprised that even Keith and Dan Martinelli knew each other, but as he thought about it, he realized ‘of course, they are part of the poz brotherhood that has sprung up.’ “What did he say, specifically?” was all the young doctor could utter as he processed this information. “Just that you’re on the chase now, and he helped you out. He said I should aim to help you as well, if you’d be into that…unless it would be awkward since I work for you.” Still kind of reeling from this info, Dr Matthew simply said “Yeah, it’s probably best we don’t mix work and pleasure like that, Keith. But maybe you can put me in the path of some of your poz buddies who can help me out.” And that is how, two nights later, Dr. Matthew had an “appointment” with a friend of Keith’s, a burly Scottish man named Angus who pozzed up himself about three years ago from Randy, a founding member of The Ten. Angus had just earned his first X tattoo and was looking for more conversions from his potent HIV cum. Angus volunteered to be the dedicated gifter to young Dr. Matthew for 6 weeks, and for those weeks they met two or three times per week, every time Angus loading up the young chasing doctor with high-viral seed. Dr Matthew, being the somewhat obsessive person he was, kept a “pozzing spreadsheet” and by the end of the 6 weeks, it showed Angus has deposited 45 loads of HIV into Matthew’s mancunt. Most of their sessions began the same way: Matthew would prep his hole and come over to Angus’ apartment and assume the doggy position, which Angus favored. Frequently, a toothbrush was used to scratch up Matthew’s pretty little hole and then Angus would unleash his uncut poz weapon inside the young chaser’s ass. It was more clinical than anything romantic but still Matthew’s neg cock would spurt forth a couple of loads of cum as Angus’ thick uncut poz pole plundered the young doctor’s neg mancunt. Angus, like all of The Ten, was a proven poz multi-cummer and one fuck per night simply wouldn’t do, and in a few minutes the burly Scot would be back up the young doctors pussy to inseminate more toxic seed. And it went on like this for those 6 weeks, yet Dr. Matthew still had no signs of the fuck flu he was all too familiar in seeing in others. For all of Angus’s efforts, his strain did not imprint inside Matthew’s body. Matthew figured it would happen, but even after 45 loads of infected Scottish seed, the deed had not been done…in terms of poz results vs poz loads taken, he was now 0 for 63. He admitted to himself a bit of discouragement. Every home test would only display one red line, never two. Angus had to travel to the UK at the end of September, so Keith set Matthew up with a new dedicated donor: Mack, or “Sir Mack,” as his social media accounts proclaimed was a dominant black Daddy type, originally from Trinidad, who had been pozzing chasers in Miami for years now, with a great track record, Sir Mack and his 10-inch pierced pozzing stick had brought over 30 guys into the brotherhood, an effort dedicated with 3 dark X’s inked across his mid-section, as well as a biohazard symbol on each arm and a scorpion with a bloody red stinger emblazoned across his chest. Mack threw a mean fuck into whoever’s hole was in front of him, and as with all members of The Ten, he could cum buckets, and repeatedly in a single pozzing session. Mack had decamped to California for a few weeks to film content…his fan pages were wildly popular, with thousands of guys subscribing to see Mack roughly plow faceless bottoms into poz status. Sir Mack, therefore, eagerly accepted the gig from Keith to poz up the young doctor…he had a particular fixation on infecting medical professionals and turning them into poz cumdumps and gifters. He counted 8 nurses, 3 physical therapists, 4 respiratory therapists, 2 psychologists among his poz progeny, all of whom have further passed the gift to countless others. Now he would get a Medical Doctor, and an HIV specialist at that, to breed and gift into the brotherhood, and he could hardly wait. Keith warned Dr. Matthew that as hot and sexy as Angus was, Sir Mack throws an entirely different fuck into a bottom – Mack is rough and dominant and when he wants to fuck and breed his HIV into someone, nothing stops him. “You’re basically just a hole when you’re in Sir Mack’s vicinity, Doc,” was what Keith told the young HIV chasing doctor. “He threw me around like a ragdoll when we fucked, so brace yourself. You’ll love it, but it’s a wild ride.” As he drove to Sir Mack’s rental house, Matthew was nervous but excited. He would have been happy if Angus had ended up his pozfather, but since that didn’t happen, he was eager for Mack to convert him. Matthew had decided he wanted to know his gifter, the man who would shoot his HIV into his hole and turn the chaser in him into the newest member of the Class of 2025 poz brotherhood. As much as he had liked the Cathedral City gangbang from Frankie and Co., he wanted a deep connection to his gifter, to know the strain that pozzed him. Would it be Sir Mack? His hole twitched in anticipation. He was also expecting a dominant Daddy-type to do to him what Keith described – throw him around like a ragdoll. So, imaging his surprise when Sir Mack opened the door and greeted Matthew with a deep kiss and hug. Whereas Angus would greet Matthew fully naked and hard, ready to AIDS-fuck, Mack greeted him at the door fully clothed and, in fact, wearing an apron, and embraced him deeply followed by a tender kiss. “What was happening,” Matthew thought to himself? “I thought I’d make you some dinner, since you’ll be here awhile,” Mack explained, walking into the kitchen and stirring a large pot bubbling on the stove. “Of course, we’ll eat after we take care of business,” Mack said, turning back to Matthew and smiling a 1000-watt smile at him. “There’s some wine there,” he said, pointing to an opened bottle of red. “Help yourself.” “You look a little stunned, Matthew,?” Mack asked. “It’s just that I think I expected a different sort of welcome,” the young doctor replied, “I had heard you would be very rough.” Mack chuckled “Oh, that’s just my fan content stuff…gotta maintain the stereotype. When you look like me, guys expect a certain scene. Did Keith tell you that? Yeah, I fucked Keith a few times on the fan page…that was ‘content,’ this is different. This is more real, just you and me. If I’m gonna be your poz Daddy, I think we need to establish more of a connection, don’t you?” Matthew was relieved to hear this and his hole twitched some more. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get those clothes off and get into bed,” Mack told the young doctor “I’ll be up in a minute,” he said, switching off the stove burner and moving the pot into the oven. Matthew did as instructed, got into bed and was fingering his twitching hole, his cock expanding as he heard Mack’s footsteps on the stairs. “Leave your hole to me,” Mack said, seeing Matthew fingering it. And with that, Mack gently turned Matthew onto his stomach, hiked up his legs and ass and ate out the young doctor’s negative pussy for about 10 minutes. Matthew was in ecstasy at this – Angus almost never rimmed him, or for very long, and Mack’s caring treatment of Matthew’s hole had him so relaxed and open, like no one had ever done prior. “You’re ready,” Mack finally announced and Matthew felt the first of Mack’s 10 thick inches penetrate his waiting cunt. “Little bit at first, I have wanted in this pussy for a long time, I want to take my time right now,” Mack told him as Matthew braced himself for the remainder of the pierced HIV club Mack was pressing into him. At Mack’s command, he breathed deeply and Mack used that to slide the rest of the fat AIDS-cock into the young, impressionable doctor. He was in up to the hilt now. Typical of all The Ten, Mack’s cock was precumming like crazy, already spreading his HIV into the young doctor. Slowly, Mack began to piston it in and out of the hole, Matthew writhing in pleasure and moaning into the pillow. Mack took his left arm and brought the young doctor up close to him…”Feel that cock in there, Matthew? It’s bringing you right into the poz brotherhood,” he said repeatedly as he picked up his pace and soon was plunging the poz weapon deep inside the young physician. This went on for awhile, longer than Frankie, or Dr. Martinelli or Angus ever lasted up inside Matthew’s neg mancunt, but Mack was having too much fun and pleasure to want to stop now and the deep drilling continued for another 15 minutes without a break, the young doctor squirming and moaning in pleasure. Finally, the moment came for Mack to impregnate Matthew with this viral load and as usual with Mack, it was a gusher – Matthew, in his daze, could feel 11 or 12 shots of pure venom unloaded into him from the powerful Trinidadian Daddy, but honestly it could have been more than that, he was in such bliss knowing this titan of a man was loading him up with pure poz seed. Mack shuddered and thrust his cock deeper, as if to get every drop of HIV into the young doctor and then finally withdrew and rolled Matthew over onto his back and beside him. “We’ll go again in a few minutes,” he said “You know, I’m good for at least 3 more loads, and you’ll be getting them, and then we can eat,” he said, passing Matthew a glass of water. “Stay hydrated and hold that seed in your hole, Doctor. I’ll be adding more shortly.” The process went on for another 3 hours, as Mack would deeply rim the gaping hole, tasting some of his own AIDS-cum and bringing it up to Matthew to sample as well. Then, more deep and prolonged fucking and loading up the doctor’s hole, which by the fourth plundering of the evening, was blown out into an O shape, HIV-cum clinging to the walls. Mack thrust a lucite dildo up into the hole and told Matthew to keep it there. They finally went down to eat and drink some more wine, Matthew was spinning out in his head at the thought of Mack’s potent seed already possibly doing it’s work on his body, penetrating its defenses and converting the chaser into a successful poz brother. And this was what happened every few nights for the entirety of the 6 weeks that Mack was staying in Los Angeles. By Matthew’s spreadsheet, he had received 72 loads of Mack’s AIDS-seed, so imagine the disappointment at every home test showing only the one line of negativity and not the two red lines of beautiful HIV positivity. Eventually, Mack’s short-term lease was up – in addition to his working to poz Matthew, he had filmed dozens of hard-driving fuck scenes with scores of guys for his content pages, so it was finally time for him to return home to Miami. There was an emotional scene at the LAX departures lobby as Matthew wept softly into Sir Mack’s broad shoulders at not converting by him, but Mack reassured the young doctor. “Do not worry, son, it will happen, and when it does we will celebrate,” and with that, he was through security and out of sight in the crush of the airport. Matthew pulled out his phone to look at the spreadsheet…by Matthew’s calculations, this meant 135 loads of cum, from the gangbang in Cathedral City, from his mentor Dr. Martinelli, from Angus and now from Sir Mack had failed to upgrade Dr. Matthew into the poz brotherhood. Class of 2025 might have to wait until Class of 2026! He knew what he had to do: He dialed Keith’s number. End of Chapter 3

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

Wondering how many people who bareback or bug chase suffer from depression? I do, and my psychiatrist thinks this may be related. As in risk taking behavior/self destructive. Unrelated but interesting/hot, his husband barebacks behind his back....so there's that too. Ran into him in a bathhouse and had some fun.

Someone needs to start a hookup site that is explicitly geared toward guys who fuck and get fucked. There has been a proliferation of hookup sites for kinks and activities that aren't fucking, but none that I know of for that are explicitly for fucking. In areas where it is difficult to find guys who like to fuck the general hookup sites get quickly overrun with guys looking for anything and everything put a guy looking and willing to fuck. Locally for me Sniffies seems to be primarily for guys looking for a cuddle buddy Doublelist is for guys looking to hang out and party without doing anything sexual. A4A is like the gay Christianmingle with every one seeking LTRs. Most of the rest are for guys seeking oral only with 95% of them being oral only committed total "bottoms".

One thing to consider as well is when this happened. I was 7 (maybe 8), my first time and it was with an adult. But that was in the early 70s. Though still illegal, it was widely accepted. I have no regrets looking back, and later I became the adult in suck a relationship.

Scotty’s Tree House – part Seven Look Slutpussy, snapped Daddy Paul, Is Deputy ain’t nothing he’s gonna be hiring and whoring you out This weekend for our country trap house party tonight. He’s gonna take us to the jail pretend like he’s a tough fucker And then he’s gonna act surprised when you and me rape them in the jail Break his sissy Rosebud more and more. He’s gonna sit on you and you’re Felch Everything out his Dirty Chemmed and pissed up cunt He’s going to bring you to his trailer to clean pipeIt with new shard make slaMs. so that’s a good job you get to keep all the bonus residue off the pipes lots of free shit That’s for you but you gotta use it all tonight you’ll be up for another two night straight. But daddy I’m so fucking tired I can’t remember how many nights I’ve been up in a row since you lord me back in the city two ?three ? nights. Who gives a fuck!, shouted his boss back in a worthless hole get your freak Tina does ask for shard from the customers to give them good service slam them the way they want to be slammed I know I’m admin YouFat daddy Paul had just gotten his new biohazard tribal want to choose another one on the other side of his head and what daddy gets his stable whores also get you love his new septum he loves his nipple rings that are coming in tomorrow and Scotty will have the same excep big nipple ring he’ll get his first Prince Albert today then a double stretching in just six weeks except him I’ll be double stretched as well Deputy fuck off’s trailer and Tina‘s trailer is gonna be real busyTaking good shit back to the city because I’m sick of dealing with some of them for and cartels total hillbilly USA the shit here is good enough for me. Cannot wait to see you and me and our tramp stamps You’re gonna earn yours and I’ve earned mine. I’m still not Pozzed that you don’t have to get but we’re all gonna be trying to gift dumbass came over put his self in the backseat of the car and started giving directions Daddy Paul and Scotty sluTpig on following him into the jail. He arrested some juvenile delinquents this morning and they got too much fucking attitude he’s gonna break them and make them hurt and Might send them to more community service at the country trailer party tonight. Just follow me I’ll have the squad siren on. I love Fukkin in jail. End of Part 7

Day to day on my chest. I do save a small amount in the freezer - about five loads. I put it up my ass at the beginning of a cumdump session. That way my count is never zero. Tops always want a wet hole. It's hard to get the first guy if you haven't taken any.

jeez how much did u guys smoke? roaches don't care about you so unless you brought along a bag w snacks in it, they didn't tag along. but how mentally ill is this guy that he lives in infested squalor like it's no biggie? i've hooked up w tons of drug addicts and none of them were filthy crack-house squatter crazy. it sounds like a scene out of trainspotting 😜you should post this story in the "when did u let your standards slip" thread 😜

When I was in my mid 40's I was working on a project that involved my team but also another team. During the project our teams met weekly for about 2 months. I was in pretty good shape, going to the gym regularly and did very well in cruising parks and saunas. HIV was still a problem but I had already decided that I had had enough with condoms. At the parks I would hang on the bush next to me the "loaded condoms" that I had collected. It worked for a while but it came a point when I wanted those loads in my hole and not in a condom. In one of our meetings I noticed a cute Asian dude looking at me, but didn't plan anything at work, so I forgot about him. But one day I was at the local sauna lying on the sling in my room with the door open, guys coming in and out, some would fuck, breed me or just play with my hole. All of a sudden as one guy approaches me I recognize the Asian guy and he immediately said he wanted to fuck me and pulled out a condom. I obviously said that couldn't get fucked with a condom because my hole hurts with the rubber, so a bit disappointed he left, but right after he had left, he comes back, and without saying a word, he started playing with my hole until his cock was hard, he started to fuck me and shot his load soon after. He left and we never talked about it although every time I saw him I knew I had had his cum inside my hole.

Emmett Frost in Palm Springs about a decade ago. I was so fucking high when I got there and definitely enjoyed the 5 loads shot in my hole and coating of piss. Somehow forgot my harness but he was a gentlemen and made sure I got it back.

"just the tip" is really the best little white lie. Get 'em distracted by how good the head feels and suddenly you are halfway in... hitting the prostate and then they are yours! 😉 Works great for super tight tops you really want to fuck, but are unsure themselves 🙂

Race is a weird construct, especially being mixed. I’ve spent my life being shifted into whatever category people prefer based on their own fetishes or assumptions. Growing up during the 'no fats, no fems, no Asians' era, I was always 'too Latino' or 'not Latino enough.' I still get mistaken for Middle Eastern constantly, and people usually look confused when I mentioned I’m part Black. Personal identity aside, I don’t have a racial preference per-se, but I do have a type: I love a thick, burly, hairy white ass. There’s something about the contrast of my brown skin and cock sliding into a pale, melanin-lacking butt (especially when I’m tan in the summer) that just hits right. That said, I’m just as into darker skin tones for the same high-contrast reason. Basically, if you've got a nice dick and a great view, you’re invited to the cookout.

Pretty nice tbh (16/33) We met on grindr, he drove me to his home, was really chill all the time, didn't rush me, used a ton of lube Him being so nice was probably the reason i never cared about condoms

Chapter 3 —— Josh ——- God why am I so warm!! I went to throw the light cover I slept with off me when I realized it was already gone. What was making me so warm was my brother wrapped around me like and octopus. He put off heat like a furnace. While I was warm it felt nice to have him wrapped around me. I wasn’t big on sleepovers and hadn’t let a guy do it in a while. But with Sam it felt good. Then he moved to get a little closer in his sleep and I felt a very large cock come to rest on my lower back and ass. I could tell it was heavy and long. I swore it also felt like it was just a little wet at the tip with precum, but that may have been wishful thinking. I stayed still trying not to wake him. I was tipsy when we went to bed last night and I remember now that we both decided to sleep naked. Thinking with a clear head now that may not have been the best idea. My crush on him is even bigger now that I have felt his big fat uncut cock laying against my ass. I started to harden thinking about what it might feel like to have him in my ass. Stretching my hole open. It’s been a very long time since I bottomed but my hole twitched at the idea of Sam in it balls deep and flooding me with his cum. I had to get out of this bed before I did something to my straight brother that I’d regret. I managed to slip out of the bed without him waking up. We have both always been very deep sleepers thankfully. After extracting myself from the bed I went to the bathroom to pee. It was still early, about 6:30. So after I finished I decided to go to the gym we had in the building for my workout while Sam slept. I got dressed and left a note on the bedside stand to let Sam know where I was. The trip down to the gym wasn’t long. It was always empty this time of day. I started with stretches and a jog on the treadmill to warm up. It was chest and abs day. I worked through my reps using various machines and weights. I worked up a good sweat over the 45 minutes it took me to complete my workout. I moved back to the treadmill to finish with my cardio. I usually ran around 2.5 miles in the 20 minutes. This morning I used my sexual desire for my naked hung hot brother in my bed to push my self and made it 3 miles in just under 21 minutes. It was around 8:15 am when I stepped off the treadmill drenched in sweat. It was still too early for anyone to be in the gym since it was a Sunday. I decided to indulge in one of my kinks, public nudity, by going to the sauna and stripping naked. I liked to end my workouts with a good sauna session. I love it even more when I could do it naked. As soon as I closed the door behind me I stripped naked. I laid my shorts on the bench and sit on them and laid my jock and shirt beside me. I had my head back and was enjoying the sweat and freedom when I heard the door open and close. I decided it was best to pretend I was asleep that way if the person was embarrassed or shocked by my nudity they could just leave. If they stayed I figured they’d potentially be up for some fun. After about two minutes without hearing the door open again I decided to open one eye and peak at who had come in. A hot guy wearing only workout shorts who looked to be in his mid 20s was sitting across from me. He looked to be of Latin descent, had nice light brown skin, his hair was a dark brown or black and had it on his head, his pits, and just a small patch on his chest. He looked to be average height and fit from what I could tell in the low light. One thing for sure was he was sexy and from the way he was staring at my crotch he was definitely interested. I decided to test just how interested he was. I kept up my cover of being asleep and just moved a bit while my hand slipped from my thigh and landed beside my soft cock and balls. That contact was just enough to get my cock to start growing. It slowly filled and hardened till it got to 7.5 inches and full thickness. My foreskin slipped back and relieved my nice fat mushroom head. I heard my new companion almost whimper when the head became fully visible. “If you want it that bad get over here and suck it baby.” I said with my eyes still closed. “Ummm… I don’t umm… I am not…. ummm” he stammered. “Fuck it.” I heard what sounded like the removal of shorts followed by warm breath on my dick. Then a strong grasp around my cock as his tongue made contact with the head of my cock. He slowly ran it around the edges of my head where it meet the shaft as one of his hands continued to grip my cock and the other started to play with my balls. The attention made my dick stand rock hard and I started to leak precum. He moaned as his tongue swiped over my cock head and tasted my charged seed. He then took my head in his mouth and started to work his way down to the base. He slowly got my cock deeper into his warm wet mouth. He started to really go to town as he purposely gag himself on my dick. Forcing it as far as he could then holding it there till he couldn’t hold his breath any longer at which point he’d pull up to the tip and take a breath. He’d then repeat it again going deeper. He never got to the last 1/4 of it down his throat (very few have ever taken it balls deep) but he sure did try. I pulled him up to me and positioned him so that he was sitting on my lap facing me and took the back of his head into my hand as I kissed him. He was reluctant at first but then melted into it and opened his mouth so I could slip my tongue in and make out with him. He moaned as my hand ran over his body as we made out. I moved my hand down to his ass and massaged and squeezed his cheeks. He then adjusted himself so I could reach further down and open his crack. When my finger hit his hole he moaned deeper into my mouth. I took that as a green light and used the sweat I had built up on my hands as lube to slip one finger into his hole. I went slow because I could tell from how tight he was his hole wasn’t used regularly. I did this for a about a minute before I lifted him and then turned us around and bent him over the bench so his knees were in the lower bench and his chest and head over the upper bench were my sweaty jock was laying. I kneeled down behind him and spread cheeks open. His tight rosebud was perfect. Just a touch of hair. It winked at me as I blew on it. He moaned loudly when my tongue touched it and continued to moan as I ate his hot sweaty hole. I made sure to get it good and wet so I could easily slip my fat uncut poz cock into him bare. His hole opened even more as I began alternating eating and fingering him. I soon got up to 3 fingers I knew he was ready. I stood up and spit on my dick. Then jerked it to coat myself with the spit and poz precum I’d been leaking the whole time I’d been playing with his hole. I lined my cock head up with his hole as I bent over and started kissing the back of his neck. I also reached a hand around and wrapped it around his 6.5 in uncut cock. I slowly applied increasing pressure to his hole till my fat cock head popped in. He moaned and whimpered at the same time from the pain and pleasure. I gave it a few seconds before I moved. Then I slowly inched myself deeper into his extremely tight hole. I had to hold back my load on a couple occasion as I was doing this. His hole was so warm and tight (and he was squeezing this his hole) it was almost to much. Once I knew he was open I began to pick up the pace. Fucking deeper, harder, and faster. We were both moaning and grunting. He began to meet my strokes with his ass making that hot slapping noise every time I went balls deep. Our sweaty bodies against each other as my poz dick leaked huge amounts of charged precum into his hole. After only a few minutes I felt his cock flex in my hand right before he shot a huge load all over the bench. His hole tightened even more around my dick sending me over the edge. With one final downstroke I filled him full of my poz babies. Flooding his ass with highly viral toxic cum balls deep!!! I rested on his back for a few moments before I slipped my now half hard cock from his hole. I slapped him on the ass as I collected my clothes. “You know how to suck and got a great ass boy!” Was all I said before I left the sauna with my clothes in my hand. In the gym area I used my shirt to clean the cum off my cock and then put on my shorts. I rode the elevator up to my apartment in just my shoes and shirt. When I got to my room Sam was still sleeping but now he was spread out over the bed on his back uncovered. His massive 9 inch hard cock standing rigidly in the air. I went straight to the bathroom to avoid the temptation to take him in my throat. I stripped leaving my clothes on the floor and got into the shower. I took a good long shower and washed the sweat and cum off me. I wondered who I had just fucked and probably pozzed up. I hadn’t seen him before and had no clue who he was but I hope I had a chance to fuck that sweat hole again. As I got out and was drying off Sam walked groggily into the bathroom and over to the toilet. He was still half hard as he aimed his cock at the bowl and let rip a strong stream. He looked over his shoulder at me and did the universal nod. “Good morning Sammy. I am going to make some coffee and an omelette. Would you like one” I asked as I hung my towel on the rack. “Yea, one with just cheese please Joshie” he replied with a shit eating grin knowing that nickname irritated me. I walked over behind him, my naked body just inches from him, as I looked over his shoulder. “Ok, one cheese omelette and coffee coming up. Remember don’t shake that monster more than twice or you are playing with it little bro.” I slapped his ass making him jump and his stream jump out of the bowl for a second before he corrected it. He gave me a dirty look as I smiled mischievously walking out of the bathroom. I put on some boxer-trunks to cook in before leaving the bedroom. As I gathered the ingredients I heard the shower turn on in my bathroom and wondered lustfully what shower sex with Sam would be like as I prepared our breakfast. ————————— I hope you enjoyed this chapter. More to come!!! Thank you for the support and feedback!

Part 5 Phil was a real stud, a breeding stallion. Not just because he had a huge cock. He had huge, fat, plump, heavy balls dangling between his legs, tucked away in a low-hanging, enormous ball sack. His thrusts were extremely hard and fast, like a jackhammer. He kept pulling his fuck piston all the way out and before my cunt could close again, he rammed his entire length back in completely deep in one thrust. I just moaned with pleasure, pain, and endless horniness. With every thrust, he stimulated my prostate, and the pressure in my cock and especially in my balls grew stronger and stronger, and soon I felt like my balls were about to burst. Yes, my cock had been sealed so well that every drop of precum that was fucked out of my prostate stayed inside me. With every minute of the brutal fucking, the pressure in my balls and inside my cock became more unbearable. Phil noticed this, grinned broadly, and simply said "I think your prostate is juicing too much. You still have to learn to control yourself, you little pig. No one is interested in your useless and worthless cum and precum. Every drop that would run out of your boyclit would be a source of pleasure for you, and you don't deserve that! Your prostate probably needs a special program!" He changed his thrusts so that he was no longer fucking me deeply. He placed his glans and his fat PA directly on my prostate and moved back and forth on it, applying a lot of pressure. I moaned, whimpered, and then screamed after a few minutes, "My balls are bursting, please let me cum, release the pressure!" In the background, I heard the master say to Mike, "Let's show the new bitch once and for all that this isn't about her pleasure and satisfaction. She's only there to satisfy the lust of alpha males, just fuck meat, just a cumdump for bull sperm. Get the ball crusher and the bull semen extractor." A little later, I felt someone fiddling with my balls, and then, "Ahhhhhh," the pressure got worse and worse. "Squeeze them nice and tight," the Master shouted to Mike, who screwed the ball press tighter and tighter. "Ahhhhh, mercy," I cried, my balls already extremely flattened, "Please, they're going to burst any second." "Three more turns," ordered the Master, "as long as the bitch can still beg, the balls aren't flat enough yet." With each turn, the pain became unbearable. Now I could only moan. The Master said to Phil, "Massage his prostate for another 10 minutes so that the pressure in his balls increases even more. Then we'll use the bull semen extractor." The next 10 minutes felt like hours. I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment. The pressure in my balls went up and up and up. Finally, the huge cock was pulled out of my cunt. Just a few moments later, a long, thick metal rod was inserted into me. When the tip of the rod was right on my prostate, the rod was not inserted any further. I felt the immense pressure and moaned loudly again. "So, you pig. You will now learn that any form of relief, whether for your balls or your prostate, will always be accompanied by pain, and sooner or later your body will want to avoid this, and you will no longer be able to spray your useless and completely worthless slave sperm or precum in any way!" "I'm going to press the trigger right now, and you're going to feel like your balls are starting to boil. But the electric shock will only irritate your prostate so much that it and your balls will contract extremely, and you'll want to squirt your useless cum out of you without any orgasm, without any feeling of happiness, and without any relief." The Master grinned particularly nastily. "But that won't work because your clit is plugged and tightly sealed. Every drop will therefore be pushed directly into your bladder, the trash can for your worthless cum!" No sooner had the master finished his sentence than I felt like someone was driving a big truck right over my balls. I felt my cum making its way out of my balls. It must have been under a lot of pressure. I screamed like I was being spit-roasted, but the cum mercilessly made its way from my balls into my cock. But it couldn't squirt out, so the pressure was released through my urethra directly into my bladder. The whole thing was repeated three times. By the third time, I had no strength left and couldn't even manage the slightest whimper. Immediately afterwards, the bull sperm extractor was pulled out of me and Phil thrust deep into me. He fucked me like a steam hammer, completely ruthlessly. My prostate was so overstimulated that his glans and the PA felt like a pineapple. I didn't even notice that the ball crusher had been removed. I was now just a hole for this huge, fat Stallion cock. Phil fucked me faster and more brutally, if that was even possible, and then he screamed loudly, sank his cock as deep as it would go into my cunt, and pumped his load of POZ cum into me. It must have been tons of cum, because my cunt filled noticeably with each new spurt.

As the title says I finally gave in and got my ass fucked. It was about a week before Christmas 2025 and I was having a few drinks at home and just was feeling so horny and my ass just had this hunger I couldn't ignore anymore. So after building up some courage and getting cleaned out I decided to go to a sauna in the city and put my ass up in a dark room. It was only about 15mins of waiting before I felt a hand on my ass and someone asking do I wanna get fucked. I then took a big hot of my poppers and said fuck yea, please fuck me. It felt so hot and dirty getting fucked in a dark room like that, I kept begging him for it, deeper and harder. I can't believe how slutty I was sounding. Now that the initial post nut clarity has gone away I can't stop thinking about it and wanting to try it again.

Congratulations! I know I’ll never attain that height on BZ. But in life my goal is to become the Grand High Exalted Mystic Ruler! LOL

POZ: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/playlist/16337/pozzing/

I havew reached out to rawTOP and asked for his help. Thank you so much for yours!

I was chatting with the guy, who fucked me one night ago. It was my first experience with men and it was great safe fucking. I was 19 years old and had a good athletic constitution. he told me in the chat, that he enjoyed fucking me and that he would like to do it again. I admitted that it was really fun for me too and I would only have sex with men till now. So he told me, that he has a little sit in with some friends. Nothing special, only speaking a little bit and drinking and I could join it and spend the night at his home. I agreed and was hoping that he would fuck me again in his bed that night. He told me, that I could come in tshirt and sports shorts. Some hours later I dressed up for the evening and put one some very thought tshirt and shorts and went to the address and rang the doorbell of the house. He opened the door and was completely naked. I was shocked and told him, what did it mean. He laughed and answered that I wanted be fucked that night, so … I did not know, why I did not run away but I entered the house and he told me to put of my clothes. Meanwhile my cock was hard as his was and I put of my clothes. We then entered the living room and then the next shocking moment started. 6 men from 30-60 were sitting naked in the living room, wanking their big hard cocks. I mumbled that this was not what I expected and I wanted to leave but he forced me in and told me that it would be really great and offered me a Bacardi cola. Ok I try, I said and drank the whole drink at once to get a little bit courage. Good boy said one of the men and told me to join him. He was the oldest but with the biggest cock being nearly 20 cm of hot meat. I went to him and he touched my ass, his fingers wandering to my butthole. Really nice ass you ve got, he told me, and I could only nod a little bit. I looked at him. He was in good shape for his age and was tattooed over his whole body. One scorpion and many other things where at his body. Two of the men pushed my body down, so my ass was laid opened for why another one creamed my asshole with a warm creamy liquid. They lowered the push, so I could stand and I argued that I had come for a sit in and not that. He laughed and said, that I can sit in here and there or sit on this, wanking his big fat cock. Someone gave me a little bit of poppers under my nose and as i breathed it I only thought why not, turned my back to him and asked for a condom. Not at all, laughed the old man, you will get it bare. I shook my head and another potion of poppers was hold under my nose. You will get my babies, he laughed and forced me to him with his hands and pushed my hips down, so his glans was pushed against my spincther. No please condom I uttered, but with all these poppers was to weak to defend myself. Here we go he yelled and his cock slit in my asshole. I screamed because of the size of his cock but he did not stop und pushed his cock slowly in my ass. I got another breath of poppers and my ass got used to the size. The pain felt away and I started to enjoy it and started to moan. Meanwhile his whole cock was entered in my ass. Me sitting on it started to ride it and he moaned that I ve been a good boy. I rode his cock again and again and then he moaned he was getting close but before he came in my ass, he realeased me and told me that he wanted to see my face when he shoots his load in my ass. He lead me to a mattress which was lying in the middle of the room and forced me to lay back with my back on it. He took my legs on this shoulders and I looked at him and begged please condom. He laughed that some of his swimmers are already working in my as and they need some colleagues And I breathed a little bit more poppers Which completely flashed me. He ordered his cock to my asshole and looked at me smiled and asked. What shall I do. I could not believe that I screamed please fuck me and do everything you want. Your wish he smiled and pushed his cock hard into my ass and started fucking fast and heavily. Oh fuck getting close, he said, and some seconds later I felt his cock twitching in my asshole again and again, with every twitch shooting his cum deep in my guts. Here are my babies, he smiled and released his cock out of my ass, followed my his cum, leaking out of it. But I got no time to relax. The next cock was at my pussy. I looked at the 50 year old man and again asked him to take a condom. He smiled, no need of that anymore, taking some cum from my asshole and putting it under my nose. Then he started fucking me.

I was 10 and he was 16 chubby football player build drunk and angry i interrupted his spying on a couple fucking on the park slide

i may be missing your point? It seems to me that "belief" is less of a factor than reality? I.e., it seems to me that people are both individual and part of a collective and that the principle challenges come from trying to... balance? the two.

Fuck I would love this. Especially if you could help me live out a fantasy of mine: I would love to be taken to a cheap, sleazy motel, stripped naked, and have you take my clothes and everything with you, and leave me there with just a bottle of poppers and some Vaseline or lube. And have a nice sizeable amount of nasty sleazy horny old perverts walk in and use me as their cumdump. you could even charge them as much as you want for it too and keep 100% of the profit for yourself; having a hole full of anonymous sperm is the best reward I could ever get, and the only thing i ever want.

I love eating out my Boy, Drew’s arse. It was one of the first things I did to him. I’d eat out his hole, get him wet ready for my cock. I’d eat him out for hours. I’d put him on his back so my nose was buried in his balls as I was tongue-fucking him. He loved it. Training him to eat my hole was harder. he didn’t want to - said I was too sweaty - I do sweat a lot. I told him it wasn’t up for discussion and he would learn to enjoy eating my hole. Now he happily chows down on my arse. He’s a good lad.

Yes. It is so strange for me to know I chatted with this boy and suddenly he doesn't go online any more, and after months I google him and find a newspaper article reporting his death.

I have the exact same problem. I’m only 5’4”… almost all gloryholes are too tall for me and I can’t even stand on my tippy toes for them… So frustrating. It’s like going to an airport bathroom and most of the urinals are too high. Not fun.

It’s the best feeling. Knowing the top used my hole to get pleasure. Feeling him tense, his dick pulsing, my hole getting slippery from the cum. That moment is what I crave whether it took 30 sec or an hour. I always try to keep his cum in me for as long as I can. It reminds me of that moment and keeps the high going.

A few years ago met a new guy online and went to his place. Was disgusting. Just horded, and no place to sit or even lie! I was going to leave but he asked if I could at least suck him, so i started too. He wasn't that dirty himself (but not that clean either) but I did it. He asked again if he could fuck me bare, and as i was getting into it I let him. And he basically fucked me bare on a pile of garbage. After leaving with a leaking hole, I remember being proud that I went through even being uncomfortable with his living situation, and realizing it is still good to get a load no matter where it is or by who. Good life lesson, load comes first.

I feel personally it does have an effect on me, I find zero excitement in the idea of sex, unless im under the influence, or having sex in a risky or kinky way. Thats the only way i get excited anymore. I feel the depression has changed my brain chemistry. While i am on medication, it hasnt changed how i feel.

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."

To everyone who has read and commented—thank you! Your feedback has been incredible, and it’s a huge rush to know you’re feeling this journey right alongside the character. I want to be direct: this story is about me. While I've written it as fiction, every single encounter and feeling in these chapters is something I have experienced myself in one way or another over the years. I've simply woven them together into a new narrative to tell the story. At its heart, this is about my life as a gay man torn between two worlds. On one hand, the life I‘ve built—the stable, loving marriage, the successful career, the respectable facade. On the other, a deep, gnawing craving for something that threatens to burn it all down: the raw, dangerous, and transformative act of being pozzed. I move between periods of seeking safety and plunging into sleazy, bareback sex. It's a simple, brutal math: the greater the risk, the harder I cum. But it's never a straight line. It's a messy, back-and-forth battle, and I hope that's what comes across in the ups and downs of my experience. It is mindblowing to read that some of you can relate to this, feeling like I was in your mind writing about your own longings and desires. The realization that I am not alone in this is the greatest source of my courage and the reason I must continue, and for that, I thank you for coming on this very personal ride with me. I've already started writing the next chapters, and I hope you're ready for what cums next.

My best was 9 loads by 5 guys the first time I went to The Fair Theater in 2016. A week and a half ago I had 5 guys and 5 loads at Sinderella on a weeknight. Which is the best night 9 years since. 2-3 loads are the most common when I’m out at a theater. Even if I have a one on one hookup, I’ll try to find another load that day or within 24 hours. When the day comes that I do become poz, I never want to know who really did it. I’ve always felt this way to be honest even before started taking loads.

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The most intense session that my partner organized for our anniversary, It was literally 24 hours of getting used any way possible, taking power naps on a sling while still getting fucked, the total load count was about 100 by almost 40 men. After we finished I crashed for a few hours but when I woke up my sore hole was a beautiful reminder for that event but then I told my partner that I want more 😉 that was a single session, I took way more over a weekend for expample but that doesn't count for the original question

This is a true story and takes place back in 2013. I was a horny 20yo just getting started fucking guys and up to this point, I always fucked safe but I'd always had this primal urge pump my load inside a tight hole. I had just gotten back from vacationing in Dominican and hadn't cum in 5 days and was super horned up. I posted an ad on craigslist and within a few hours this older indian daddy hit me up. He was double my age, 5'9" slim/avg build. didn't care for many details aside from "do you fuck??". We chatted a bit more and eventually made plans to meet later that afternoon, I knew I was gonna breed this slut. I rolled up to his apartment around 3PM, punched in the buzzer code and was on my way up to the 12th floor. As I approached his door, the lock clicked and door slowly squeaked open; he had been watching me through the peephole. He stared at me for a good 10 seconds before finally uttering "Sorry, you're so young!". I figured he was just nervous, chuckled and told him it was cool and proceeded inside. Turns out, he had a huge fetish for silky basketball shorts and immediately dropped to his knees and sucking my cock through my shorts. He led me to the bedroom, pulled my shorts down started teasing the tip of my cock. He then worked his way up, pulled up my shirt and started sucking my nipples, my cock stiffened rock hard and started leaking. Without warning, he suddenly engulfed my cock in his warm wet mouth and swallowed every drop of precum that came out. We then proceed to bedside table (and to my dismay) he pulls out a condom and lube. While he was lubing up his hole, I put a few shots of lube in the condom before rolling onto my cock. He laid on his back and I slowly slid inside his hole. I start pounding him and he started moaning like a bitch in heat, but I couldn't feel a thing through that condom. I pulled my cock out and because of the lube inside, it began to slide off. I repeated this a few more times until the condom was barely on the tip of my cock. I positioned my cock carefully and with one final push, fucked the empty condom into his hole. I could now feel his warm wet hole wrapped around my raw cock and wasted no time in pounding him like the bitch he was. I started getting close after a few minutes and with one final push, I buried my cock deep inside as I exploded 5 days worth of cum inside him. During this time his moaning intensified and he started screaming "Oh my god, it so hot". I pull out and innocently ask "Oh no, where is the condom?", but he didn't seem to care. Instead he was like "Woww you cum so much! Im pregnant now" . Suffice to say, we never used condoms again on our future sessions

Part 2! Sorry for the long way. Writing is hard! This chapter is a bit of a slow burn but the next chapter will be the climax (lol). I promise it won't take as long as this one did to release. Remember, this is literally one of the first stories I've ever written and I am NOT a profession writer by any means. This story will be littered with typos and bad grammar. Hell, some of it might not make any sense at all! Proofreading is not in my skill set. ----- The day had arrived. I left my parents place in the afternoon and I was on my way to fix this dirty old man’s computer. “In and out. Simple job. Easy money”. That’s what I told myself to justify going against my senses and making this risky trip. Somehow the risk made me a little excited and the thrill made my adrenaline pump. Still, I had a sense of unease the whole bus ride leading up to getting dropped off at PapaTop’s apartment building. It was an older, rundown building in a rough part of town. Before I got on the bus he told me to just go into the building and find his apartment when I got here, the door would be unlocked so I could just walk in without knocking. He’d be waiting for me. I rode the elevator up to his floor and exited into the hallway. I followed the signs and eventually found his door. My heart started pounding in my chest and my cock twitched ever so slightly. “In and out.” I whispered to myself as I reached for the door knob. I twisted the handle and slowly opened the door, as it creaked open my nostrils were immediately hit by a pungent odor that knocked me back an inch or two. If I had to guess, it was a mix of cigarettes, body odor, and hot sex. My brain was screaming at me. “Don’t go in there! You’re in danger!” but that thought was quickly replaced by the image of PapaTop’s cock and my body moved forward on its own. I walked through the door, closing it behind me. My eyes widened as the very first thing I saw was Papa sitting on a couch and jerking his cock in the middle of the living room. This was the very first time I’ve seen him in person and he’s just casually stroking his thick meat in front of me. I was stunned at the sight… but intrigued. He was a big, chubby, bear of a man. The best way I could describe PapaTop would be an old, dirty, Santa but replace his joyous spirit with something a bit more… sinister. He had classic male pattern baldness, missing hair on the top of his head. Thick light gray hair covered his whole body and his fur looked damp, he must’ve worked up a sweat while jerking off. He had on a dirty wife beater and some old, dingy, tighty whities bunched up around one of his ankles. Under his huge belly I saw his thick, greased up cock sticking out from his fat pad. His pics didn’t do his cock any justice. He had a huge mushroom head and a thick veiny shaft. He had to have been 7, maybe 8 inches long if you accounted for the extra inch of cock he had hidden in his fat pad. I shuddered at the thought of having to have it anywhere near my ass, that thing could do damage. This would be enough to scare any sane person away but I froze while my brain processed everything I was looking at. I stared for about 15 seconds hoping that he’d stop and acknowledge me. His eyes were closed but surely he heard his door open when I came in. I felt my dick start to harden in my pants, I couldn’t deny that watching him stroke his meat was turning me on but I told myself that I wasn’t getting hard because of PapaTop. My hormones were just out of whack, that’s all… it wasn’t the thought of his huge, shiny, cock slowly slithering towards me… entrapping me… forcing itself into me… that last thought made me snap back to reality. I gave a light cough to get his attention and I saw his eyes open. “That you, boy? Come on in! No need to be shy. I’m just about finished here.” His voice was deep and a bit raspy with a bit of a country twang to it “Come sit.” He sat up straight, pulled his underwear up, and tucked away his cock. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you like that.” I said as I walked towards the couch. The closer I got to him, the more I smelled his musk. He chuckled “Sorry boy. I didn’t know exactly when you were coming and for some reason I woke up very horny today…” He paused and looked me up and down lustfully. His cock was still rock hard in his underwear, I thought I saw it twitch once or twice. “... I thought I could rub one out before you got here but looks like I’m going to have to save that load for later. I was getting close too…” I sat down next to him and tried my best not to look at his crotch, the temptation was strong but I didn’t want to give the wrong impression, I was just here to help him with his computer after all. “So where’s your computer? What kind of issues did you say you were having?” “Oh, my old laptop is around here somewhere… probably in the bedroom. Might take a bit to look for it. Let’s chat first, no need to rush. This is our first time meeting after all.” This wasn’t going to be as quick as I had hoped. We talked for a while, just boring small talk about our lives. As innocent as the conversation was, I couldn’t help but notice him starting to inch closer towards me on the couch. Every now and then he would slap my shoulder or pat my leg. Each time he did it, I felt his touch lasting a small moment longer, lingering longer than what would be considered normal. I noticed him adjusting his cock through his underwear every few minutes too. Sometimes he seemed like he was just playing with himself. My cock started getting hard because of the touches and I was starting to get a little flustered, becoming red in the face. PapaTop noticed. “Hey boy, you seem nervous. You okay?” I tried to play it cool. “Yeah, I’m just a little shy is all, everything’s fine.” Papa got up from the couch. “Oh! I think I know something that will help you relax a bit. Stay put.” The huge man got up, wafting his scent towards me, it didn’t smell as bad as before. Maybe I was getting used to it. He walked into the kitchen for a minute and came back with a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. “A couple of shots always helps relieve any anxiety I have. Drink up!” I wasn’t even the legal age to drink yet and I didn’t want to go home to my parents smelling like booze. I declined the drink but PapaTop insisted. “You’ll be fine, boy. One or two drinks isn’t going to get you drunk. You won’t reek either, I have cologne. This is my good stuff too, rare and expensive.” I gave in and let him pour me a shot. He collapsed onto the couch right next to me, our thighs touching, he put his arm around my shoulders to pull me close. His smell was becoming intoxicating and combined with the warmth of his body, my dick was completely stiff. He held up his shot glass and said “Cheers!” We both took a shot simultaneously. It burned going down and I coughed a little. “Aww boy, not used to the burn?” He went to pat my leg to console me but ended up patting my dick, he felt how rock hard it was and teased me “Someone’s happy!” He let out a big laugh that made his belly shake. I was embarrassed. “Sorry, I don’t know why I can’t control it.” He poured us another shot “Don’t worry boy, I’ve been rock hard and leaking ever since you arrived, look.” He spread his legs and I saw his dick straining against his underwear with a damp spot where the head was. “See? We’re just men being men, nothing to be ashamed of.” He handed me another shot of whiskey. “Drink this if you want it to go down quicker. Ever heard of whiskey dick? Liquor makes you go soft.” He didn’t sound completely convincing but I wanted the embarrassing boner to go away quickly so I took the shot, it burned just as much as the first. We talked more, I wasn’t as anxious and the conversation was lively, I guess the whiskey was making me a bit more social. We laughed over some of his old hook-ups mishaps from when he was around my age. Papa poured me a couple more shots at one point, he wouldn’t take no for an answer so I gulped them down. My hard-on wasn’t going down, so I thought I needed another drink or two to help anyway. I noticed him being a bit more touchy and flirty over time, he wasn’t as subtle as before playing with cock in front of me. He had his arm wrapped tight around my shoulders, I was pressed up against his side. I almost felt trapped against him, I’m not sure I could break his hold without REALLY trying. Maybe it was just because I was feeling tipsy but it felt nice being cuddled up against someone,it was harmless flirting anyways. It wasn’t like I was going to hook up with someone 3 times my age, especially not someone with HIV. He started rubbing my shoulders and the back of my neck, I involuntarily let out a soft moan. I couldn’t deny how good it felt, he had big strong hands and they felt magical. He sensed that I was enjoying his touch so he turned me away from him and really started working my back. His hands reached under my shirt and kneaded my lower back causing me to let out more soft moans. I knew letting him touch me like this was dangerous and could lead to him attempting to seduce me but it felt so good. I lost count on how many shots I took but I was still in my right mind. I still had things under control and I wouldn’t let things go overboard if he tried anything. “Relax and let Papa make you feel good. First let’s get this shirt off” He tugged at my shirt from the bottom, slowly pulling it over my head, and then tossed it on the floor. He suggested we get into a more comfortable position so he re-positioned himself on the couch, sitting sideways and placing me between his legs. He leaned back and had me lean back on top of him. His big furry belly felt so soft against my back, it was almost like reclining back on a super comfortable chair. I could feel his cock pressed against my ass but I still had pants on so it wasn't too awkward. His hands started caressing my chest with one hand while he rubbed my belly with the other. He leaned down a bit and I felt his big beard rub against my neck. He put his mouth up to my ear and in a low voice he whispered directly into my ear. “That’s it boy. Let Papa take care of you.” His hands continued to feel all over my body, every once in a while he would reach down and rub my crotch. Each time he did, my dick jumped. Eventually he undid my belt bucket and unzipped my fly so he could play with my dick through my boxers . “You seem uncomfortable with these jeans on. No need for them anyways, I never wear pants when I’m home. You shouldn’t either, so get them off. Now.” It seemed like more of a command than a suggestion. I wanted to get as comfortable as possible so I pulled them off and tossed them next to my shirt on the floor. I was only in my boxers now. I looked back at Papa and saw him staring at me hungrily while rubbing his dick as it poked out the bottom of his underwear. “Sit.” He commanded. I thought to myself “It’s fine. I have my boxers on. I won’t let it go further than this. Five more minutes max then I’ll fix his computer and get out of here before it gets too late”. I re-positioned myself and got nestled back into Papa’s lap. He wrapped one arm around my upper torso and pulled me back into his chest. This time he locked his legs over each of my legs restricting any movement from me. I was completely trapped, I couldn’t struggle if I wanted to. He started licking my ears and neck while rubbing my belly. It tickled a bit but also caused me to squirm around a bit in pleasure. It was a new sensation for me and it drove me wild. Between belly rubs, he would tease my dick by rubbing and grabbing at it through the thin fabric of my boxers. I started tingling all over. I gathered my composure enough to say “Stop! It’s too much! I need a break.” But I felt his grasp get tighter around my body and he doubled down on his efforts to make me squirm. He started licking, kissing, and tonguing my ear viciously, ignoring my pleads for him to stop. “I’m not done with you yet, boy. Just enjoy this.” His hand drifted down into the waistband of my boxers, pulling my dick out. He started playing with it, stroking the shaft slowly and cupping my balls. Instinctively, I wanted to get away but Papa held me tight, I couldn’t escape. I was completely at his mercy but it felt so fucking good. He spit into his hand and started working the head of my dick. I was starting to moan loud, my eyes rolled back, and my brain started getting foggy. I just closed my eyes and let Papa take control. Every once in a while he would whisper in my ear various things like “Yeah boy, just relax.” Don’t worry, I got you.” “Feels good, doesn't it?” Most times I only responded with a soft whimper or moan. After a while I felt something slimy against my skin, it was his cock throbbing against my bare asscheeks. I didn’t even notice that my boxers were halfway down my legs until this point, he must’ve slid them down when I wasn’t paying attention. He started humping me slowly and I felt my asscheeks getting sleek with precum, a lot of it. “Sorry boy, my dick is leaking like crazy. Your hot little body is getting me all worked up, plus I didn’t get to cum earlier because you interrupted me.” My head was still in the clouds. I was just about paralyzed from the sensory overload, whiskey, and his firm restraint of my body that had me locked in place while he took advantage. Every once in a while I would feel him thrust hard against me, causing my ass to bounce on his crotch. Every couple of thrust I felt his dick slip between my lubed up cheeks, prodding at my hole and getting it sleek too. He teased my hole with his mushroom head. “Oh fuck boy. My dirty cock seems to have found a new cave to explore.” Each prod against my virgin hole made my body jolt from the foreign feeling but something felt good about it at the same time so I didn’t protest. His natural lube caused my pucker to slowly part each time his thick head kissed it with a poke. I thought to myself that it's not like he can just stick his cock up my ass. I’m too tight and he’s too thick. That’s when I felt him adjust his cock so it was pressed right against my hole. “Relax boy. Just relax.” He started making out with my neck again. Kissing it, tonguing it, licking all around. I instantly melted into his body, inadvertently causing my ass to sink down around the head of cock slowly. As soon as I felt his head halfway into my ring, I snapped back to my senses and tried to pull my ass up from his cock but he tightened the grasp he had on me, preventing me from moving an inch. I struggled as much as I could. “I said relax boy!” He barked and at same time he bucked his hips forward causing the head of his cock to slide even further into the ring of my hole. “Your ass feels amazing on my cock, stay still while I enjoy this. You will too.” I felt my hole stretching as he started pushing deeper into me, this was a new feeling for me and I couldn’t tell if I liked it. It burned as his head slowly slid further and further in. One more push and his head would be completely in me but I couldn’t say I was a virgin anymore. I didn’t want to lose it to this dirty old man. “Hey! You said you’d behave!” I grabbed the arm he had wrapped around my torso and started to pry myself from his grasp. He made one last push to penetrate me but I used all of my strength to sit up and pull away. It felt like his head might’ve gone in all the way with that final push but I couldn’t really tell. My hole snapped back tight but it felt wet and sore. I felt slightly violated. I was on my knees as I moved to the other side of the couch, away from Papa’s grasp. I looked back and saw a trail of thick precum leading from my hole to the tip of his bright purple mushroom head. “Sorry, boy. I’m a bit tipsy from the shots and your hole just felt so warm and inviting. I couldn’t help myself. Let’s blame it on the whiskey.” Made sense to me, I was starting to feel the booze too and I knew that it could make you do weird things sometimes. I pulled my boxers back up to cover my exposed dick and ass. Papa stood up and tucked his dick back into his underwear. He took a huge swig from the whiskey bottle and swallowed it down with ease. “Hey, there’s only a shot left in this bottle. How about we finish it off and head to the bedroom so you can look at my laptop, it's getting late and you’ve still got work to do, boy.” Before I could even answer, he had the bottle up to my lips and started tipping it into my mouth. I didn’t want to spill any of it on myself so I gulped it down. It seemed like way more than just a shot and my stomach churned a bit as the liquid burned my insides as it went down. “Good boy!” Papa got up and held his hand out so he could help me up. It was a bit of my struggle, my legs felt a little wobbly and it was difficult to keep my balance. I was drunker than I had realized. “Shouldn’t I get dressed first?” I asked as I scanned the floor for my clothes. He grabbed my shoulders and led me forward. I stumbled with each step, not realizing how drunk I actually was. We walked towards his bedroom door. “No need boy… they’ll just get in the way.” We entered the dimly lit bedroom. The musky sex smell that I had become accustomed to was even stronger here. I really felt like I was in danger as soon as I stepped in, I was in the belly of the beast but the booze gave me a false sense of control. I thought to myself “In and out. Simple job. Easy money”. Papa closed the door behind him and I heard the click of a lock. I was officially in Papa’s trap.

I was castrated yesterday 29/1/24 And gladly so next my penis temoved

So my dealer friend has pimped me out to his supplier a few times. I have actually posted this somewhere on this site about the experiences. Monday i needed parTy favors and ask him to get me some for this weekend. He said I can make either $ or stuff, if I wanted to. He has some friends needing some bottoms for a couple of parTies they are having Saturday and Saturday night so I agreed to for him to set it up. I know he will get some cut for setting it up. He made off well last time he pimped me out. Its kinda hot thinking about this weekend.

I resonate with this. I don't feel as though I'm depressed to the point where I need to see a doctor, and I DO have activities that I do when I can (concerts, shows, dinners with friends, reading, etc...) that make me happy. My thing is loneliness....I've lived alone for over 10 years now, with limited dating, etc.. and the loneliness can make me want to go find hookups and do the BB fucking and such, for connection.

CHPT 17 - The Great Escape and a New World Order (*NEW/alternate ending): I slowly began to come awake, my mind and body both numb and non-responsive as I struggled to the surface of consciousness. Whatever those pills were that Master had shoved into my throat in the car had done what he promised – they had knocked me the fuck out. Some minutes later I was finally able to roll onto my back, wipe the crust and funk from my eyes and squinted as I looked around. I was laying on a dirty old mattress on the floor in the corner of one of the far back rooms of the garage the thugs and gangbangers called their Pleasure Palace and from the wetness underneath and smell, was pretty sure they had fucked me, pissed on me, and more while I was out. Damn I hate it when I miss good dick! There was an old, rusted metal file cabinet on its side against the wall and on top, near the end, a large plate of white powder. After snorting the breakfast of champions I managed to sit fully upright, leaned against the wall, and allowed the hot rush to work its way from my nose to my toes. I managed to get myself standing and realized how much my body ached and my nipples hurt from where Pa had bit and chewed them. Damn, my whole chest looked black and blue! I then rubbed my neck and that was tender too, shit. I grabbed the plate, snorted some more, licked my index finger and when that was nice and coated bent forward a little and probed my ass. My ring was swollen and tender, confirming they had rough fucked me, but I was perpetually horny and wanted more. Part of my mind said I should eat something or drink something, but I could only think about finding some dick and so – still naked – headed towards the front rooms where I found my piss buddy thug and another dude playing cards. I yawned and stretched like a cat just waking up from a nap as they laughed at me, made jokes about my pink pussy, and bragged about who stretched my guts out the farthest. “So you two just going to talk or do I need to go down the street and find a man who can actually get his shit hard and fuck?” I teased. I had barely finished speaking before one thug had his dick down my throat filling my gut up with hot chem piss and the other was banging the Tina around in my ass. A couple kidneys of piss and almost two loads later Master walked in with Carter, the leader of the drug gang. “Jesus Christ,” Carter said. “I thought you said our little drug mule bitch was knocked out? Looks like he’s bright eyed and bushy tailed.” Master just chuckled, lit a joint, tossed a couple large plastic bags on the floor and said, “I told you this sissy can get down like no pussy I ever seen. OK boys, wrap this shit up. Time to get to business.” I begged and pleaded for more and my mouth and ass were left empty of dick, and tried to get Carter to take me right then and there, but he just walked out, trailed by the two thugs who at least had the manners to slap my ass in thanks as they left. I was alone with Master who pushed my hands away when I tried to undo his pants, told me to go snort some more lines, and when I returned said, “Follow me.” We walked to one of the side doors, he stepped out and I paused. “You know no body fucking sees shit around here, now get that ass out here before I beat it,” Master snarled. I smiled and said, “You promise?” He just chuckled, shook his head, and headed towards the back of the old house in front of the garage. I waited on the step below him, one hand trying to hide my ass, the other my dick, as he opened the large lock on the plywood covered back door. I followed him into the dark, he closed the door, slid a few deadbolts, then flipped a light switch. Holy fuck the house was awesome! I stood in the middle of a modern kitchen, looking around, not quite believing what I was seeing. “Nobody fucks with a place they think is rotten and empty,” Master said. “But looks can be deceiving. Some old plywood on the windows, weeds in the yard, and we gots us a crib on the down low and your fucking new home.” It took a minute for that last bit to sink in. “Wait, what did you say?” I asked. Master paused, set the bags down, ran his rough, calloused fingers over the bite marks from Pa on my chest and neck and said, “Carter wants us to keep a closer eye on you after…well this shit. So, we paid a little visit to your Pa and the boy and let me tell you them motha fuckas are mouthy, but they learned. During the day you will continue our drug runs and we will allow you to stop by the RV to deal with customers only when you are done, and only with one of my homies in tow. Probably Gator – seems you two get along.” I asked, “Gator? Who the fuck is that?” It took Master a few to respond as he held a big hit, then he blew the smoke in my face and said, “The banger whose piss you been swallowing like you just crawled off the fuckin desert. Nasty fucks. As I was saying, Gator’ll have your back and when its time to roll up at night, he’ll bring you back to garage because trust, I plan to have the boys rape that shit hole every fucking night til your twat is loose and gaping. But, when it’s time to eat, clean up, crash a bit, you’ll come in here – with me – and me only. Now come on. You smell like dog shit.” I followed Master into a fucking huge bathroom that had an open walk-in shower. He dropped the bags, left me standing in the middle of the floor and went out, came back a minute later with a plate full of line and two joints in his hand in an ashtray. He set everything on the counter and motioned for me to take the rolled up $20 and snort away as he hit his smoke. “You want to try this?” Master asked. I shook my head, he squeezed his eyes and whispered, “Damn good sticky shit! Got it mixed with some extra stuff, look at my fucking dick – BRICK! Set that down and get over here, take your time, undress me.” I gently lifted the t-shirt Master was wearing to expose his taught, dark stomach and gently kissed his side, middle, and skin near the top of his pants. I then pushed the shirt higher, which he held down with one hand as he continued smoking the joint with the other and I flicked my tongue over his nipples making him moan. Master exhaled, set his joint in the ashtray, pulled his t-shirt off, and let me continue bathing him with my tongue, front, back, and I worked my way up to his arm pits and inhaled the man musk as he did not wear deodorant. I then got on my knees and unzipped his pants, and closed my eyes as I relished the smell of his big black dick, sweaty balls, and wet skin. Master pushed his pants down a little, rubbed his finger in the plate of Tina, ran his coated finger up and down his ass crack then said, “Get in there. Clean that out.” I balked. Ass was not my thing. Dick yes – ass no. He cuffed my head, bent forward and continued to smoke as I parted his muscled cheeks and slowly licked at the Tina trail coating his thick layer of fur. The Tina, the smell, his moaning and my horniness all got to me and I spread his ass with both hands and started to tongue his clenched up hole. Holy shit he liked that! What is it with tops who like their ass licked? I was either then brave or stupid as I set back on my heels and poked my right index finger at his now wet outer hole. I’m not sure what I expected, not like I could fuck him with my little white dick, but I did not expect him to turn around, his eyes ablaze in anger as he started to slap the shit out of me. “WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU DOING YOU GOD DAMN LITTLE BITCH! I AIN’T NO FUCKING QUEER. FUCKING BITCH.” Master then dropped his joint in the ashtray, twisted me around and slammed me face down on the cool tile floor and with his pants bunched around his ankles used his body weight to hold me in place as he found my hole and forced his dick in me dry – raping me like the queer boy that I was. “FUCK ME MASTER!” I begged. “FUCK IT, FUCK MY PUSSY, BUST MY CUNT OPEN MASTER, BUST IT OPEN.” Master obliged and reached around and began digging and twisting at my bitten-up nipples and I cried out, which made his dick swell and push deeper. He then shifted his weight and edged up so he could bite me on the neck where Pa had and the harder he fucked my dry ass the harder he bit down until the only noise I could make was a high pitched squeak like a hamster being prepared for lunch by a python. Master shot his load in my torn ass, got off me, and still seeming like he was angry, finished getting undressed and stepped in the shower. I was not sure what to do, but cautiously got in with him and gently began to soap him up. His body relaxed and his temper eased and Master then began to soap me up and when he reached my ass and lathered it up, his dick was hard as shit again and he took his time fucking me against the shower wall, the water cascading over our bodies as my ass opened and gaped for him to use. Some time later, Master’s balls were drained, we toweled off, I got dressed in the new clothes he had bought me, we went to the kitchen and I forced a little food down although I was not really hungry, and then the work day began. Fuck I hated the heat. The following days passed pretty much one like the other. I would do my drug mule runs for Carter and the gang, would meet Teddy at the stadium, Jenkins would rough fuck me in the dark and every couple of days he and Teddy would ‘hide me out’ for a quick gang fuck while I was chained up in the bowels of the stadium by Jenkins’ friends. Still have no idea who they were as never once saw them. Then I would stumble to the RV with Gator as my shadow. He no longer waited over by the trees, but sat right outside the door and was usually joined by two or three other thugs who drank, smoked, hung out, and kept me safe from Pa’s wrath. Their presence may explain why the fuck business nose-dived to nothing, much to Pa’s frustration, but every time he started to raise his voice to me, Gator was in the door, and without saying a word Pa would back down. The longer this set up went out, the more Pa drank and the more upset Brett became. One day when I was at the RV Brett caught me in the bathroom. “Do you know what he does now? He fucks me. I’m not the fucking sissy, you are! Not me! Not any more! What you’re doing…….” Brett’s voice trailed off as Gator stepped into the RV. I waved Gator out, tried to sooth Brett and even offered him my ass, but he stomped out, so I shrugged, double checked that my stash of cash and stuff was safe in the ceiling and waited. Part of the deal was I still got my shots from Pa, but more and more it was Brett who gave them to me as Pa did not like being around the thugs. The week leading up to the Texas and Oklahoma football game was God damn crazy! My legs ached from walking back and forth running drugs, the gangbangers were more hyped and on edge than usual and my ass was being used most of each night as one after another took turns fucking me while they partied. Christ some of us worked during the day, but my protests went unheeded and so I stayed fueled up on Tina, took Master’s pills to put me out when I needed to rest, and then when it was time to sleep and clean up, Master was there to keep me safe, warm, and filled in what I started to think of as our house. All the thugs stayed in the garage, only Master and I went into the house. He fucked me rough, fucked me gently, kissed me, whispered soothing words, belted my ass hard, and held me close as I drifted off. I still saw Curtis now and then when I picked up drugs from his place, but it was Master I saw most and of course Gator. Damn, Gator made me laugh and was a fucking freak who always had a beer in hand so his tap was full anytime I was able to get on my knees and swallow his piss. I was a drugged up slut, a sissy, and a whore for dick and it was fucking amazing! I never wanted it to end and did not think about what would happen at the end of the Fair – or what sinister plans Pa had in store, but I soon found out. The day of the Texas and Oklahoma football game arrived. Unlike every other day, when I dropped my load of drugs off at the stadium Jenkins did not fuck me and so I left right back out with Teddy. Teddy took advantage of this and led me to the shack where the trash was kept and bred me with a load before he said he had to go and get back to work. I was smoothing down my t-shirt when one of the Hispanic guys who worked at the animal barn found me and showed me a $20. He had fucked me before in the Port-A-Potties as well as at the barn with his friends, so I headed to the Port-A-Potties assuming he wanted a quick nutt. “No, no, no,” he said and waved his hand frantically. It took me a minute and I asked, “You want to got the RV?” He nodded, his eyes wide, “Si, Si, RV, yes, yes, fuck there.” I shrugged. Looked around for Gator who I assumed had followed Teddy and I, didn’t see him, and started out for the RV. Pa and Brett were sitting at the table when I stepped into the RV, both smoking, and Pa also had beer in his hand. He smiled, “Hey, hey. Come on in. We umm… we… well…” I just nodded, headed to the back as Pa and the Hispanic guy exchanged a few words, which I thought was about payment. I got naked, bent over the bed, and waited. I closed my eyes and sighed, heard a zipper, felt a finger edge my hole, and as I began to turn got pinned to the bed by Pa as he forced his dick into me while he grabbed my wrists hard and twisted making me yelp. “I TOLD YOU YOU’RE MY SISSY. MINE. I’LL TEACH YOU. I’LL FUCKING TEACH YOU. NOW BOY – DO IT NOW!!!” I cried out, Pa let go of my left wrist and covered my mouth as Brett now leaned over on my right side, grabbed my right arm, and while his eyes said, “I’m sorry,” he jabbed me with a needle and my world went dark. The rumbling of tires on the concrete interstate and the swaying of the RV let me know I was alive. Everything was so foggy, fuzzy, where was I? Who was I? What was going on? Why was I naked? Why did my ass hurt? Why were there bite marks all over my chest? I stood up, my legs wobbled, I grabbed the wall to steady myself and pulled the curtain to the side. The young guy driving the RV quickly turned and looked back then slapped the man in the passenger’s seat who must have been asleep as he started awake and he turned to look at me. I cocked my head, who is this man? He steadied himself against the movement of the road as he walked back to me. His mustache hair was wild and unruly, his long hair uncombed, his hairy chest glistened in a sheen of sweat. “There’s my boy!” the man said with great exaltation, “We were worried sissy. You had a wicked bad spell there, but looks like you alright now. Want a beer? Here, how about this, I got some Tina ready for you. Snort it up. Will make you feel shits better.” I was confused, not sure of anything right then, but I took the plate and instinctively snorted several lines before he grabbed it away, “Whoa whoa there. Easy does it,” the man said, “Just give it a sec to kick in. So tell me. You know where you are? Who I am?” I just shook my head. Trying to think as it felt like an Army tank parked on my head, so I stopped thinking and just listened and nodded. He was Pa, Brett was driving, I was sissy, and that’s all I needed to know. Oh, and my ass was theirs to fuck and fuck it they did. First Pa took me back to the bed, brought back some beers, smoked a cigarette while he had me suck him, then he fucked me for a long time, all the while talking shit I didn’t understand. The RV stopped, Brett came back, and same thing. I barely said a word, and just let them do what they wanted. When it was time for bed, Pa gave me a shot, told me I had bad spells, this was my medicine, and I went to sleep with his dick in my ass as Brett lay on the other side of me jacking his load onto my stomach. The next day the other men started to show up. Pa had left in the morning and soon men were knocking on the door and Brett explained to me they were there to fuck me. OK. I guess. Between the beer, plates of Tina, and my shots, I frankly didn’t give a rat’s ass. I just did what I was told, when they told me, and can’t say I enjoyed it all as I was numb – body, mind and soul – all numb. Each day was like the one before. They would drive, sometimes Pa or Brett would fuck me. We would stop, then strange men would come to the RV and breed me. Raw dicks big and small, skinny and fat men, old and young, I took them all and played my part like I was told. Then my memories started to come back, bit by bit. For a long time, my first clear memory was being in the back of the RV while some truck driver drooled tobacco spit out of his mouth, down his beard and onto my chest as he shot his cum in my ass. He climbed off me, shuffled toward to the front of the RV while he pulled up his pants as another man came through the curtain, dropped his pants, shoved his uncut dick in me and started to fuck using the other guy’s cum for lube. That’s the way it had been as Pa drove around the South, then hit the Midwest and beyond where we stopped at truck stops, camp grounds, mall parking lots, anyplace with a free spot to park and horny men looking to fuck. In between these pit stops, Pa and Brett would keep my ass and mouth full of their big raw dicks, hot cum, chemmed up piss, and my special vitamin shots. Pa said they have to keep my ass trained, keep them happy, and take my shots no matter how much I hate the needles. They always called me Sis, which is short for sissy or sister. It was still winter when we ended up in North Dakota at some of the new oil fields up there and it was a constant stream of men coming to the RV, which Pa had found a spot for at the edge of a trailer park just beside the highway outside of town. I begged for them to fuck me because that’s what I knew they liked to hear. “Fuck my pussy, cum in my cunt, breed me daddy,” were my standard lines. Pa really liked fucking me hard when my ass was full of cum. He said he liked it wet and sloppy. Brett fucked me any chance he could. I didn’t care about that or anything else except now getting away from them both. The longer I was with them the worse things got in my head. The nightmares never made any sense to me at the time. It wasn’t monsters or anything, but people I had never seen, places I had never been, things I had never felt all coming at me at once. I would wake up shaking, breathing hard and sweating like I had just outrun the cops after Brett and I had swiped something from a store. I know those aren’t really nightmares now, but memories of who I used to be and my life before – my life before I became Sis. Maybe my shots didn’t work anymore, or maybe whatever it was Pa had done to me had worn off somehow. I didn’t know. Either way, I remembered and I knew, my real name was Mikey. The longer we were in North Dakota, the more freedom I had. After scoping out my options I decided on a plan, or at least a way to try to get away from my Pa and Brett who even though I said the words they wanted to hear, my mind screamed, “KIDNAPPERS!” I borrowed Brett’s winter coat and underneath it had put on a couple t-shirts one over the other, my pants as well as a pair of Pa’s, and snuck into the bathroom and took out my cash and the phone numbers there. If I could just call those numbers, I knew I could be rescued. But JD was in Texas and Billy was in California and who knew if they even remembered me? I didn’t have a way to call Curtis or his thugs in Dallas. Pa was out and Brett was watching his shitty little TV. “Do you want some cigarettes? I’m going to walk over to the truck stop, forgot to get some for Pa,” I asked him. He just shook his head and ignored me. I almost forgot, I walked back to the bed, lifted the mattress up, and tucked a map that I had bought during my last trip to the truck stop under it with the corner sticking out just enough to it could be seen. On the map I had used a pen to draw a line to New York, via Chicago. Hopefully they would find it and think that is where I headed. The cold wind hit my face like a hammer as I stepped out of the RV. I trudged through the snow to the truck stop, worried that Brett or Pa would be behind me, but they weren’t. During my previous trips there I had made friends – ok well fuck buddies – with a guy who worked the register at the gas pumps. I had let him fuck me in the back and told him I would pay him $500 if he could hook me up with a truck going south. It was a risk, but one I had to take. I had been by a few hours before and he told me about a truck that had just pulled in and the guy had told him he was heading to Mobile, Alabama. Now the rest was up to me. I got to the truck stop, got the details on the rig, and wandered through the parking lot until I found the truck. The idling truck cast a wave of fumes into the cold, frigid air from its exhaust. I didn’t see the driver, but got up the nerve and knocked on his door. Nothing. I knocked some more. I was almost ready to walk away when a bald head peaked out of the back and looked down at me, frowned, then grumpily waved me around to the other side. The door unlocked, I climbed up, offered him my hand, “Hi, I’m Mikey. My friend said I could get a ride with you – maybe – please?” The trucker was about 50, paunch belly, and looked none too happy that I had woken him up. He reached back into the sleeper, got a cigarette, lit it, and said, “Yeah. He asked. I didn’t say yes. Why should I?” I fished into my pants pocket, pulled out $200 and said, “I can pay, please? I’m just…just…trying to get home.” He snatched the money quick as shit and said, “You a cock sucker too huh? Get back here and swallow my load. Then we’ll see.” I had taken a lot of dick and cum, yet his was the nastiest ever. Something about that man was wrong, so wrong, but he was driving the way I needed to go so I swallowed his nutt and hid in the sleeper as his truck rumbled out of the truck stop and headed south. We took Interstate 94 over to 55 South. It was an uncomfortable trip as after shooting that first load in my mouth and taking my money the trucker wanted nothing to do with me and would not even speak to me. Fine. Then outside of Indianapolis I went into the truck stop to use the bathroom – had to take a shit as had been pissing just beside the truck – and when I came out the asshole was gone. GONE! Fuck what would I do now. So I hustled. I knew how to be a slut and a whore and lots of truckers like little boy sissies and that was me. Truck by truck I made my way down Interstate 55 to Interstate 10 and there my luck ran out. I could not find a trucker to pick me up and I actually had to run into some woods to get away from the State Highway Patrol who tried to catch me because I was hitchhiking on the interstate. So I walked. And I walked. And I walked some more, but mostly at night and off on the side of the road. About my third night this guy in a pickup did stop, offered me a ride, I offered to let him fuck me, he pulled off on a feeder road, pulled to the side and fucked me raw and rough as cars whizzed by on the interstate. He then stole what money I had left and my coat and took off, leaving me alone, in the dark, with nothing but his jizz soaking my guts and what clothes I had on my back. I slunk back to the interstate and continued walking through the night. I could not believe how fucking cold Louisiana was – oh shit! I did manage a couple rides and finally that night I saw signs for Baton Rouge. I was riding with an old married couple and the lady was like a sweet grandma who could not get enough of me and spoke a mile a minute, mostly about her concern for how awful I looked and how a hot meal, a good shower, and a day at church would set me right. Little did she know. I was glued to the window, watching for my destination and then I saw it – the truck stop- and practically screamed – “LET ME OUT, STOP STOP, STOP HERE, RIGHT HERE, LET ME OUT!” I nearly gave them heart failure, but the old man slowed, pulled over, I hopped out, slammed the door, then opened it and said, “Thank you, oh sorry, thank you. Thank you,” and proceeded to climb up the embankment. Once at the top of the embankment I stood on the curb, breathing hard with excitement and nervousness. Did I make the right decision? There, just down the feeder road was a neon sign - ROXIES ADULT VIDOES – my destination. I knew that’s where Pa had taken me to be trained, or brainwashed, or whatever the fuck Curtis did to me, but Harold was there too. I really had no place else to go. I guess I could have gone back to Dallas, or called JD, or called Billy, but every time my heart and mind went back to Harold. He was the one person who seemed to truly care for me. I made my way down the side of the feeder road, it was late, the parking lot was empty, and when I arrived I waited before nervously knocking on the front door – nothing. I walked around back and knocked on the back door. Nothing. So I went back out front, sat down on the curb, rested my head on my arms across my knees and cried. I sobbed in fear, relief, and the flood of memories of who I had been – Mikey. My old life was gone. My family, my parents, my church, everything. I could never go back. I had to move on and frankly had to admit to myself I loved dick, being fucked raw, and being a slut. Oh I liked the drugs too. Maybe Pa and Brett would come after me, or maybe not. Either way, I would start here and if this did not work out, well fuck, I made it this far I could walk to fucking Dallas if I had to and be a drug mule again. The air felt even chillier so I backed against the wall by the front door, wrapped my arms around me and dozed in a fitful sleep. I should have heard him, but I didn’t and would have screamed bloody murder if not for the large, black hand over my mouth. I still struggled though before I realized who it was and listened to his words. Harold knelt in front of me, a wild range of emotions showing on his face as the sun broke through the clouds of the eastern sky. I couldn’t breathe and reached up to lift his hand away. Harold didn’t move. He just looked at me. Now I was not sure coming back was a good idea until he said, “Aww, my beautiful baby.” Harold then smiled and crushed me against the wall as he hugged me tight. I felt so self-conscious. I knew I was dirty, smelly, and a mess, but he didn’t care. Tears of relief streamed down my face and Harold took his thumb and gently wiped them away. He then got on his knees, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a plastic baggy, reached in, and then held up a diamond earring stud. I turned my head and yelped as he repierced my ear, this time with no prep. He kissed it, then pulled out the second stud and did the right ear. “I knew you would come back to me so I save these for you after you left,” he said. “Thanks T2,” I said in between sobs of pain and joy. Harold laughed too. That was his nickname, T2, like Mr. T the second. Harold stood up, unlocked the door, and I followed him inside. He just smiled at me as he locked the door, walked behind the counter and flipped on the power switches. Immediately the arcade and theater came alive with the sound of porn flicks and people fucking. Harold gently took my hand and I followed him to the theater, noticing how he still wore the same black boots, the right one untied and laces dragging. His green coveralls/jumpsuit seemed one size too small, had some holes in it, the zipper looked broken half way up, and the American flag patch on his right chest was frayed and coming off. Once inside the theater, in the glow of the light of a white chick being banged out on the theater screen, Harold stood at attention, waiting for me to do my duty. I slowly unzipped his zipper and his monster dick popped free. I knelt, lovingly licked the funk from his dick head, ripe and sweaty as always. I spit on my hand, slicked his dick, stood in front of him and asked, “Do you want to fuck me?” Harold laughed, encircled my body in his arms and squeezed tight as he could, knocking the breath out of me. I tried to cry out as he then rammed his dick into my ass, more out of frustration as it would not go in. I had not been fucked by a big black dick in well – fuck quite a while. Harold eased his right arm off my body, “What do you want beautiful?” he asked. “MAKE IT HURT DADDY FUCK ME PLEASE!!!,” I begged. Harold spit twice into his palm, slicked his dick, spit again, fingered my hold, wrapped his arm back around me and pushed in, splitting my ass open and making me take his raw meat. A few strokes and my ass ring opened up, welcoming his monster dick in and my ass pussy became instantly wet, begging for that black dick. “Fuck damn I missed that boy pussy. It’s OK sissy cunt. Let Daddy know how good that big black dick feels up there. Tell your Daddy sissy. No one can hear. Louder, I fucking said LOUDER!” Harold barked. I screamed as loud as I could, “RAPE ME DADDY, PLEASE RAPE ME. RIP MY PUSSY OPEN, FILL ME WITH YOUR BLACK DICK! MAKE ME YOUR SLUT AND SISSY DADDY. WANT MY PINK PUSSY HOLE? WANT IT DADDY? JUMP UP IN THERE – DEEPER – JUMP UP IN THERE – OH SHIT YEAH!!” Two loads later and Harold had me on my back in the middle of the theater floor. I was laying on a dirty couch cushion as he rocked our bodies back and forth, churning his nutt into a froth that spilled down my crack. The theater door opened, two shadows approached, “Well God damn, look at what the cat dragged in – or should I say what pussy came back sniffing for that good dick!” Curtis said. Harold stayed as he was with me clutched tight under him, but both Curtis and AJ – the young boy who worked there – were getting naked, apparently planning to get inside me too. I arched my back and turned my head and said to Curtis, “I…Pa…they might come…” Curtis shushed me, slapped Harold’s ass, and said, “Naw, they won’t come back here. Don’t you worry none. Let’s just say he and I parted ways. Now my man, you slide out that hole. Time for me to make up for some lost time. You ready sissy?” A New World Order (new ending) Over the following weeks, I still worried that Pa and Brett would show up and try to take me again, but as I settled back into a routine of being the bookstore/theater slut, anything outside the world of dick, drugs, and dick, faded away. While I loved being with Harold, sleeping with him at night, having him hold me, fuck me, share all his body and fluids with me, the other part of me really enjoy all the other men too. Harold started to get more and jealous and possessive and while I could tell he was upset, he never told me exactly what was wrong and I was frankly a bit clueless. One day I went into our room and most of his shit was gone. I found Curtis to ask him what was going on but he refused to answer until I bent over his desk. Once his long, black, raw dick was snuggled nice and deep in my ass, Curtis said, “Don’t worry about him now. He’s got some things to work out and knows he can’t have what he wants here, so time for him to move on a bit – now push back on this dick and work that fucking hole! A few weeks later I was in the stock room unpacking a shipment of vides when AJ popped his head in and said, “Hey, Curtis says you need to go to the theater. Got some business. Told me to bring you this and that you should hit it good before you go in. I nodded and said, “Thanks,” as I took the baggy of powder, the straw, and then snorted good and hard. Fuck I love that burn! I made a quick pit stop, adjusted my shorts and tank top, opened to the theater door and as it slowly closed I focused through the thick haze of smoke to notice that the movie playing was one I had never seen before. The black dick fucking the girl’s ass was gigantic! She looked like she was in real pain but the dude was not letting up. Without thinking I unbuttoned my shorts, let them drop, and started jacking my dick watching that monster missile defile her pink hole and my own ass twitched and quivered seeing her pink ring stretch to the max. I was lost in my own personal fantasy world when a big hand wrapped itself around my throat from the back and a sinister voice growled in my ear, “That’s what I plan to do to you – you nasty white pussy.” My hand dropped from my dick as he forcible turned me around – it was Billy! He smiled, dropped his hand from my neck and I then startled him as I jumped up, hugged him, and practically tried to climb up in his arms. Billy laughed, set me down, “So you’re happy to see me huh?” he said with a big old smile. He then waved at the screen, “What do you think of my new movie? It’s not officially out yet, but I always give the folks back here at a home a little taste. Get their feedback you know. Plus Curtis told me you had shown back up and I had to come back to climb up inside you again. What do you think about that?” I dropped to my knees, unzipped his fly, fished out his elephant dick, and began spitting it up. Billy chuckled, pulled his shirt off, shimmied his hips a little as I pulled his pants down, and with my mouth still on his dick, stepped out of his pants and then put his hands on his hips like a super hero – a big pussy fucking super hero! I let his dick go long enough to grab my baggy, hit real hard knowing I would need it, then stood up and begged for him to spit fuck me. Billy pushed me away and said, “Naw boo, we got to wait just a minute. Business first. Remember that video Curtis made of me raping your shit last time? Well he made a lot of cash off that pink hole being tore up, so time for the next episode, I think we’ll call it ‘Mr. Mandingo – Crack Addict’.” Sounded like a plan to me so I snorted some more Tina as Billy said, “That’s it. Get fucking spinning. This will be all about how Mr. Mandingo rape fucks a tweaker slut – making that white crack gape the fuck out for this dark nutt as I work that pussy over.” The theater door opened, Curtis strode in, closed and locked the door, and said, “Time to get this fucking show on the road. Everyone fucking loved the shit last time. Now I want it more extreme. True fucking rape, no holding back now, extreme dick fuck, you hear me? I got fucking freaks willing to pay triple for something real, and I know you both can give it.” A few hours later I lay in the middle of the theater floor bruised, bloody, cum drenched, and ass gaping for dick like a gold fish who jumped out of its bowl. Billy was taking a piss in the middle of the floor, shook off the last few drops and laughed as he said, “Just a little something else for you to clean up, now crawl over and let me see that pussy tongue taste it.” I groaned as I rolled over, got up on my hands and knees, and winced as the concrete floor bit into my scuffed knee caps. Billy spit on his dick and started stroking it as he watched me delicately bend forward until my face was almost touching the floor and then flick out my tongue like a Persian cat drinking my a silver bowl full of buttery cream. Billy moaned as he squatted over my ass and slid his dick back up my sloppy man cunt. I arched my back, Billy dropped his full weight on me, pressing me into the pool of his piss as he rode up on my ass, and started to pound another load deep in my guts. When he finished, Billy helped me stand up, and I asked, “Was that OK? Did I do good for you? Did you like it?” Billy smiled at me, slapped his still half-hard dick and said, “What do you think? You got one hell of a hungry ass there and God damn I enjoy balling it out. I think today’s work is cause for a celebration. You up for a little trip?” Given my past I eyed him suspiciously, but he walked over, held me close to his body and soothingly said, “Don’t worry. I think you should come with me to New Orleans. You ever been? There’s a house there a friend of mine owns and well….I…think we should, um, need to go on down. Tonight. So go wash up, can’t have you dripping spooge on the leather seats of my rental and I’ll settle up with Curtis. Later that evening, in one of the largest houses in the Garden District of New Orleans, I was impaled on Billy’s monster dick. He was sitting on this antique, upholstered bench that was at the end of a big, fancy four-poster bed in a bedroom larger than some apartments. The moment we entered the house he told me to strip naked and he had kept me stuffed and wet since. I had my feet up on the bench to either side of him as he had his hands clamped behind my back holding me close, making sure I did not fall backwards. This was a total trust fuck for sure. I was grinding his dick side to side inside me, slowly rising up and settling back in, making Billy sigh and gasp and his head roll back and forth in sublime ecstasy. I had started to ride him faster, moaning as he got even deeper inside me if that was possible when the lights in the room flickered off – then on – then back off. A loud THUMP sounded from down the hall, followed by another, then another – it was footsteps! I panicked, Billy clenched his arms tight, holding me closer against his hot body, “It’s OK,” he said, “It’s OK.” Fuck if it was OK why was he shaking? THUMP – THUMP – THUMP – THUMP echoed off the exotic wooden floors, closer and closer and closer. “Don’t look,” Billy said as he squeezed all the air out of me, “Just listen.” THUMP – THUMP – THUMP – pause – whoever it was, they were right behind me now and the room got even darker like all light had fled in fear. Billy had put his head down, closed his eyes, and nestled into my shoulder. The entire room shook, the windows rattled, a booming voice felt like it busted my eardrums and split my head, “I AM THE DEACON.” I could not breathe, all air in the room had gone with the light. My insides clenched in knowing, fearing, something was not right, HE was not right. The booming voice continued, this time resonating to my bones, “I HAVE SEEN YOU. WATCHED YOU OFFER YOURSELF AS A SCARIFICE. YOU HAVE SERVED ME WELL SO FAR. YOU ARE MANY OF THE THINGS I NEED AND REQUIRE, BUT I AM STILL SEARCHING FOR THE ONE. THAT WILL BE YOUR TASK. TO TAKE ALL YOU HAVE LEARNED, KNOW, AND WILL UNDERSTAND IN THE YEARS TO COME TO FIND ME THE ONE – THE PRINCE DU SANG – HE OF MY BLOOD. THE ONE WHO WILL BE WHAT OTHERS CANNOT. WHO CAN TAKE WHAT OTHERS CANNOT. WHO WILL BECOME THE FOUNDATION OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER, THE GENESIS OF MY BLOOD’S STRAIN UPON THE POPULATION.” “YOU WILL SERVE ME IN THIS. HE WILL SERVE ME. I WILL FORGE YOU INTO WHO YOU MUST BE TO DO MY WORK AND ALL YOU NEED YOU SHALL HAVE.” I shifted my eyes to the right as a deeper darkness came into view, slightly back lit by the window on the wall. Where Billy was a monster of man – this man or whatever he was beside me – was a Titan. A god. Something unreal. Unnatural. I tried to scream as I felt his unworldly touch against my forehead and everything went bright white. Some hours later I opened my eyes to find Billy sitting on the side of the bed, a wet cloth in his hand, which he gently laid on my forehead. I tried to speak, but was so exhausted, and fell to sleep with Billy’s soft touch caressing me. Billy and I stayed at the house in New Orleans for several more weeks and I never returned to ROXIES. We did not talk about THE DEACON, or what happened, because we both knew, we both understood, we both served HIM. I noticed changes to my body from DEACON’S power and touch as I changed into the man he needed to me to be. The changes were small at first, but as summer approached, the speed of the changes seemed to increase and I always felt like my mind was buzzing with a thousand voices and my body felt like a teenager going into puberty with all the growth pains and awkwardness. My time with Billy was blissful, full of wild amazing sex with gangbangs, thug dick, homeless dick, and more. Billy still did his porno films in LA, but that only ever took a day or so where he would fly out can be back the next night. That August, we left the hot and humid hazy days of the New Orleans summer and flew to London – first class. I had been given a posh house, and because Billy had to return home, he hired a butler who was originally from Nigeria and had a dick almost as big as his and a houseboy/maid who was a short, skinny, Dutch guy who I quickly learned I enjoyed fucking the hell out of with my new, and improved, DEACON-granted dick that was much bigger than what I started with. House rules – I was the only one who got dick or ass. But London was not all about fun. The real reason I was there was for medical school. I had easily tested out all the undergraduate requirements and thanks to DEACON, would have my degree in record time. The changes DEACON made in me were not just physical, they were mental too. I also had all the money I could ever need and while DEACON did not speak to me again in person for some years, HE was always in my mind, guiding me. In time, my mornings began with the chorus of “Dr. Mike’s office, how may I help you?” I finished medical school, moved to Washington, DC, and quickly set up my own private practice. While I could have easily afforded the nicest office suite in the city, my work for DEACON required that I be accessible to the vulnerable populations so I could find – THE ONE. And so it began. 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