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I left work and went to my classes. As I both sat at work and class and walked around I felt more comfortable with the butt plug in me. At a meeting at work the Professor could see me shifting as he knew the plug was in me. I met some friends after class at a bar and drank and had some Mexican food. After I ran some errands and then finally went home around 9pm. I washed up and went into Rick's bedroom. He was there on the couch watching TV. I kissed him and sat down next to him. We watched Tv for a bit and then the show finished. We talked about our day and then I told him I went to the store to help me get pregnant with his seed. He smiled and asked what that was I pulled out a toothbrush. He smiled. I told him I went on blogs to find out how to get infected. There were many ways including injection of blood. I told him I wanted to start with this. I knew he used his fingernails to scrape me but thought this may be another tool for him to use. "Will you please use this on me. I know it will hurt but I feel I need to do my part too so you can knock me up and I can get pregnant" I said smiling. "You sure, It will hurt and I won't be gentle" he said "I know and I also read you shouldn't use lube just spit" I told him. I then pulled down his shorts and took him in my mouth. After a few minutes sucking and licking his meat he was hard. I pulled down my shorts, my cock hard and got on me knees and looked up at him and said "Daddy brush me my pussy and make it bleed then fuck me please with your seed and knock me up please" I begged. "Get on the bed on all fours boy" he said He put down a pad on the bed. I did jump on the bed and got on all fours. He pulled out the plug and he inserted the brush. I made sure to get the firm brush. I hurt like a lot. And he wasn't gentle. I yelled and grunted as the pain was intense. He was brushing my hard and it was scraping my inside. He even pushed it in real deep to the point where it almost went all the way in me losing the brush passing my second ring. After a minute or two of scraping my insides he pulled it out and showed it to me. I turned over and saw it. It was covered in blood. He put it on the night stand, took his hard cock and placed it as my ass and lifted my legs. He then pushed into me in one motion. I yelled. I hurt. The pain was a searing sharp pain in my ass followed by the dull pressure of his huge meat. I yelled. "Shut up you wanted this. I am going to knock you up" he said. He started to fuck me hard. It really hurt. I felt him rub against my prostate which felt a little pleasure but it was also scraped and felt the burn pain inside. He kept fucking me. I heard the wet slapping sound of the fucking. It hurt, there was no pleasure. I just grunted and bared the pain. I knew this had to be done and wanted to do my part to get knocked up. "Yes Daddy i did want this, I want to get knocked up" i moaned and grunted. After about 10 minutes of fucking me on my back i brought my legs down and pushed him back on the bed keeping him in me. And then i rode him like that. It felt a little better and wanted to again do my part to get knocked up. "Good boy, you are going to get Daddy's charged seed soon" he said. After a few minutes he moaned "Here it comes boy" as I felt a warm spurt in my ass. My cock was only slightly hard and this was the only time I could think of when I didn't orgasm. It just hurt a lot but i worked thru and it and wanted it more than the pain. After he calmed down he pulled out. His cock was covered in blood with a little cum mixed in that I could see. I took a towel and cleaned him off. He kissed me and pulled me close to him, we cuddled. "I am so happy and proud you did this for us. I know it must've hurt. I appreciate your willingness to do this so you can take my seed and get knocked up" he said kissing me. "I am glad I did. I want you to knock me up so much" I said looking at him with puppy eyes. We kissed and cuddled. Before falling asleep he put the plug back in which hurt but I was in his arms and filled with his cum. In my mind i felt like i could feel his seed marking me.

I got ready for work and school and got into the office around 7am. No one was in the office at the time. I did my work and around 7:10am Professor Post came in. I could smell him from the back by my desk. I guess he saw my light on and came to the back. He was wearing his cycling spandex shorts and shirt. He stood there rubbing is cock in front of me. It was already hard and protruding with an outline of his hung meat. He saw me stare. He looked down at me and saw my hard cock push up in my shorts. He stepped closer to me as I was still sitting down and his cock inches away from my face. "I know you want to touch it. Go ahead" he said I did. It was a gorgeous thick cock and it looked so sexy outlined underneath the thin shiny tight spandex. I reached out and rubbed his hard meat and teased it with my fingers and then both hands. It started to throb. He then pulled his shorts down and it flew out and hit me in my face smearing precum on my cheek. I wiped it up and licked my fingers while I looked up at him. He pushed forward with the tip of his cock entering my mouth. I leaned forward and started to suck tongue and lick his hard thick meat. He started moan and put his hand on the back of my head. He smelled intoxicating and he tasted so good. He was leaking a lot of precum which was salty and tasty. He stood me up and turned me around and pulled down my pants and underwear. "What do we have here" he said He saw the butt plug and started to play with it. Pushing it in me and rotating it around. I just started to moan and my ass on its own pushed back towards him. "Look like someone is having some fun on their own. Or you Daddy put this in you" he said "My Daddy" I said as I moaned more "Fuck you are such a horny slut" he said "I have never seen such a pussy boy moan just from a little playing with a butt plug in his cunt" he said "You love it don't you. Having your pussy played with" he asked. I nodded and moaned "Yes". I was moaning louder and breathing hard. He really was working the plug. He also reached under and started to fondle my balls and squeeze them. I moaned. "Ohhhh" I moaned "Yeah your cunt is wet. Hear that slopping sound." he said working it. My cock was hard and leaking on my chair. "Lick up your mess boy" he said I leaned down and licked up all the precum on my chair. He then abruptly pulled the plug out of my ass and stuck it in my mouth. "Here clean it and suck on it" he said I then felt his cock at the entrance of my ass. I tried to turn around but his hands were strongly grasping my hips. I spit out the plug and yelled no trying to get away from him. His head pushed in but I clinched keeping him from entering me. "Let me know boy, you know you want it" he said pulling back from me, sticking his fingers in my ass and with his other hand reaching under and rubbing my cock. I started to moan again. "See you know you want it" he said he. He pulled out his fingers and lined up his cock at my ass hole. I twisted my hips and was able to turn and face him again. I was panting. "No sorry I can't let you fuck me" I said He looked mad. "I am sorry I really can't" I pleaded         His demeanor changed. "Why not?" he asked "I've decided to give myself to my Daddy Rick and let him breed me and knock me up."i said His eyes changed and saw a little bit of acknowledgement and also hunger. "So you finally decided to give in. I can help you with that right now. You know you want my cock up your cunt" he said stroking his hard cock. "I see you stare at my cock. I know you want it bad. When I fucked you the other week your pussy ate up my cock. It milked me hard. " he said "Yes I do love your cock being in me and yes I loved when you came in me but I was on PEP. Now I am not and I want my Daddy to impregnate me. I can't have anyone else fuck me until I get knocked up by him" I said in an apologetic manner "You sure" he said stroking his cock. A glob of precum oozed out of his cock and he caught it with his finger and I leaned over to suck it off. "See you know you want me" he said "Yes I do but I am sorry. I am with my Daddy Rick and he owns me right now and I am committed to him to knock me up" I said He then pulled up his shorts. Let me help you put the plug back in. As he did he started to rotate it and work my ass again. I started to moan. He leaned into my ear. "You are such a slut and hot piece of ass. Your pussy wants and needs cock. I never knew you were such a slut when we first met. Had I known I would have been more aggressive and tried to take you for myself and breed you and knock you up. Make you have my baby" he said. I moaned as he worked my hole and whispered into my ear and kissed my neck. He then stopped pulled up my shorts and took a step back. "Ok good luck. If it doesn't take you know where to find me. I know I can knock you up boy" he said rubbing his cock. As he walked away I head the office door unlock and someone walk in. I sat down horny and bothered. My cock hard and leaking. I wonder what it would have been like with the Professor. I stopped and knew I belonged with Rick. I went back to work.

I woke up on my stomach to a pain in my ass. As I became more aware, I realized Rick was sitting on my ass with his cock in me. He was fucking me hard. It didn't feel like there was lube and it hurt a lot. I started to grunt in pain and get a little loud. "Shh boy, this is what you wanted right. Be my boy and get knocked up. Have a baby together" he moaned picking up his pace. "Yes Daddy I do" I said moaning and grunting. He started to hit my prostate and soon the pain turned into pleasure. I lifted my ass to meet his thrust. He was now pounding hard into me. I felt his sweat drip onto my back and I could feel his cock throb in me. "Fuck me Daddy and cum in me please. Knock me up with your seed please" I moaned and begged. "Here you go boy my charged seed in your cunt!" he yelled as I felt his cock spasm and shoot his load into me. I pushed back onto him trying to keep all his cock deep in my ass. We kept like that him grinding into me and my pushing back onto his stick. Each time I could feel his meat scrape my prostate and jam into my second hole. It hurt but also felt so good. Finally exhausted he fell on me and I turned my head and we kissed. He held me for a while then got off of me. I turned around and cleaned off his cock. It was covered in cum and some blood. A little more than normal. I asked if that's normal. "It will help my seed take in your pussy. I scraped your inside a little more this time." he said. I kissed him and thanked him. "Daddy when will I get knocked up" I asked innocently "It depends baby. It might take a few days or a few weeks. Everyone is different." he said. He went onto explain that he had hoped taking me off of PEP early before my test would not only make sure I didn't have a false negative but also get it out of my system so when he bred me it would take. He said sometimes the PEP stays in your system for a few days after your last dose. "I gotta get to work. Make sure to wear your plug today to keep my cum in your pussy." he said "Yes Daddy" I replied I looked at the clock it was 5:45am.

yesterday around lunchtime. Arranged a gangbang for my birthday. 5 cocks took turns pounding my hungry pussy. Got 6 loads in there and a 7th in my mouth. Got DP'd and they filmed me being a total cumwhore. FUCK it was so hot. And woke up this morning horny as fuck.

Part 2 “Ah… yeah sure, I guess.” I had just seen him do it and he seemed normal to me, so I guessed there was nothing to worry about. I passed the last of the joint to Ben and then looked at Matt, not knowing how to do this. “Don´t worry, I´ll just do it and then pass it to you, okay?” he said, inhaling another hit. I wasn´t sure what he meant, but then he leaned closer, looking into my eyes, those thick lips still closed and I understood. I opened my mouth a little and he pressed his lips onto mine, exhaling his smoke into me. I realized quickly, that I hadn´t thought of exhaling my breath before taking the smoke, so my lung quickly were too full and I started coughing. Matt leaned back and looked at me concerned. “Uh, sorry, I never did this before and I guess I should expel my breath before taking someone else´s.” I shrugged apologetically.” Matt smiled. “No worries, first time for everything sexy. Let´s just try again.” He didn´t wait for a reply, just heated the pipe again, sucked in the smoke and then leaned in once more. This time, I knew what to expect and felt more relaxed. Also, this was a perfect excuse to kind of kiss this hot guy again, so I closed my eyes and met his lips after exhaling. Our lips touched, he passed the smoke to me and afterwards sealed my mouth with his lips, kissing me hard. This definitely turned into more than just passing some smoke! “Fuck guys, that´s so hot to watch!” said Ben, who looked at us over his shoulder while just slightly moving his ass along my cock to not disturb us. Matt withdrew and before I could exhale he said “Hold it in for a bit longer Jared, it takes a moment.” He heated the pipe again already, then nodded towards me. I exhaled. The smoke didn´t taste that strongly, especially compared to the pot before. He looked at me. “Are you okay? Feel anything?” I quickly assured him I was alright, but I didn’t feel different than before. “Good. Yeah you probably need a few more hits before you feel it. Let´s just share some more, okay?” He already inhaled the next hit and I nodded. Ben impaled himself on my cock roughly and then grinned at me. “I love that you do that while still inside of me!” I could just laugh at that before Matt leaned in again and we shared another hit of the stuff. We continued like that for a bit, each hit turning more into a makeout session with Matt than the last. At some point I felt my heart start to race and my face to flush, but I couldn´t say if it was from the situation or the T. But fuck, I felt good! When I looked around I saw Matt and Ben looking at me, grinning. Ben had pushed down Matt´s shorts and underwear and was stroking his cock while Matt handled the torch. And fuck, what a cock that was! It must have been like eight inches long and it was thick, the foreskin gliding over an arrow shaped glans that was already coated in lots of precum, while the cock became thicker towards the base. Massive was the only word to describe it, I thought. “Haha, now you definitely feel it, don´t you?” Matt laughed. “Yeah, I do.” I answered, almost ashamed that I had stared for probably a couple of seconds at his cock. But – the shame I expected didn´t really come up. I just felt wonderful, so I said “Man, you have such a great cock!” “Thank you sweety!” Matt answered, passing the torch and lighter to Ben, then taking his left to cradle the back of my head and pull me closer. Now he full on kissed me with his lips and tongue and I felt so excited! I heard Ben using the lighter, so he must have already known the stuff, which made me feel even more at ease. Matt took my right hand with his and wrapped it around his cock, before he started thrusting his cock into my hand. It felt so hot handling this dick! I had jerked off with other guys, but this cock in my hand was something entirely different! And, well. The whole situation around it, of course. Ben looked at us over his shoulder and motioned to us. Matt understood immediately and used his hand at my head to push me towards him. I emptied my lungs and took Ben´s smoke into me. Then I slowly exhaled and a massive cloud escaped. He seemed to be good at this! Ben grinned at me, took another turn at the pipe and fed me the smoke again. This was so fucking hot! I emphasized that with a hard thrust into Ben, that made him gasp and then laugh. “Seems like you… like … that…!” He said, between my thrusts. I had taken my hand absentmindedly from Matts cock and had put it with my other on Ben´s shoulders for more leverage. Matt was still standing at our side, grinning at the show before him and then taking the pipe and lighter, inhaling and exhaling two big clouds while we watched him, his hard cock still standing pretty much straight up, just bending a bit down at the tip. Then Matt motioned for me again and I hesitated. “I don´t know, I feel pretty good already…” I said, my mind going so fast. Ben said: “Oh don´t worry, it just gets better. It´s not like weed, where it’s too much if you continue at the best point. Just take a bit more!” Matt looked at me with big eyes, his pupils dilated, his lips curled to a smile, his cock twitching. He came in and I accepted the smoke into my lungs. Then Matt put a finger on my lips, keeping me from exhaling. “You know what’s hot? Blow it on my cock…” My eyes grew big in surprise, but I guess nothing could happen there. And… I wanted to suck his cock I realized. So I nodded, reaching for his cock, blowing the smoke at it and then caressing his tip with my tongue, sucking up quite the amount of precum. Matt laughed. I looked up at him. “That´s hot man, but really, I meant blowing it around my cock while it’s in your mouth. Let’s do another, okay?” he Said, pushing the stem of the glas pipe between my lips. So I inhaled again. “Hold it for a moment. Let it help you let go Jared. Keep it in your lungs and let it get into your blood and to your brain…” He said in a low, almost hypnotic voice. I kept it for like 20 seconds, then pushed his cock towards my face again and began to really suck it, wrapping my lips around it. When I held a sizeble part of it between my lips, I exhaled the cloud. It was still some white coming out, but much less than I had expected. “Again sweety… That looked so sexy. Next time look up at me, while you do it, okay?” I wanted to ask him, how that could work with me bending down for his cock, but he had already put the stem between my lips, tipped my whole head around with his hands and was lighting the pipe. If I turned my head this way, I could actually look up at him and see his sexy smile I realized… And I grinned back, while I sucked. First the pipe, then his dick. Fuck, it was so majestic, I thought. Having such a big dick must be great and annoying at once… But for sucking, I loved it. While I was mostly top, I really liked sucking nice dicks and could usually deepthroat them. Not so much Matt´s cock, of course. But I could still get a lot of it in my mouth I thought proudly. People who don´t have such a wide jaw as me would probably not stand a chance. So… Then maybe I can be one of his best suckers? The thought occurred to me like I wanted to make Matt proud of me. I looked at him and he had a wide grin on his face. I realized then, that I still held the cloud and slowly exhaled around his cock. “Wow!” Matt said, “you really know how to suck man. And that looked amazing, seeing it vanish in your mouth and your eyes on me, then the cloud escaping your lips… fuck!” His cock twitched and I tasted another bit of precum, but before I could savor it, Matt pulled my head up to his and kissed me again for what felt like an eternity. I´m not sure if I had ever felt such lips… He moved around me slightly, his mouth moving from my lips and along my neck. I could just moan. Neck really was my thing… well, I guess everybody´s, to an extent. Matt licked along my neck, his one hand gripping and cradling my head from the left side. Then… I felt it. First I didn´t realize it in the fog of what was happening. But Matt´s cockhead definitely went slowly into my crack, seeking out my asshole like a heat seeking missile, while Matt slightly pushed against my upper body with his and pushed me towards Ben with his hand on my head.

Chapter 20 - Revelation "On your back on the bench faggot." Bull's tone was commanding and BoiFagBarbie rushed to obey. The men had left a space around the bench in the middle of the large room. A room that already seemed super-heated from the presence of so many men. There really were a lot of men. He couldn't count them but if his owner said there were thirty then he knew there were thirty. Just as he knew that there was no pretence or subterfuge now. The other men had been Poz but these men were Poz and toxic. Unmedicated, detectable, their bodies primed with high viral loads. He remembered reading those profiles on the forum. 'Poz' was one thing, 'Poz, not on meds' was what he craved, what really excited him. Well he had that now - he had it all around him. Excited eyes, determined mouths, stiffening cocks - all there for him. Only he and Ash looked to be below forty years of age but that didn't matter. These men were mature, experienced in breaking in new boi pussies and giving them what they needed and deserved. They were just who BoiFagBarbie needed. Why settle for one poz daddy with a hard cock when you could have two - or ten - or thirty! Thirty was so many men. He could sense their heat on his delicate skin, smell their musk, their pheromones, their sweat. Heard the sound of clothes being removed, saw hands gently stroking cocks, sometimes the owners and sometimes not. Here and there a man dropped to his knees and began sucking the man next to him. BoiFagBarbie saw it all and felt no anxiety or jealousy. The men were preparing themselves to enjoy his hole and he knew that. He was the star of the show, the little bratty princess, the dumb slutty cum-pig whore. In the end it would all come to him. All of their experience, all of their power, all of their potent toxic cum. It all belonged to him tonight and he would be getting it - whether he still wanted it or not. The thought sent a chill of ice water through his veins, veins whose blood would soon be tainted and corrupted for these men's pleasure. Were they sadists or did they just not care about anything but dropping their toxic loads in a neg hole? None of that seemed to matter as Bull grasped BoiFagBarbie's legs and pulled him to the edge of the bench. The man was strong, a Bull indeed, manoeuvring the younger man like a ragdoll. He picked up those pale, coltish, legs and put them up to his shoulders as he stepped forward. The contrast with his tanned hairy chest was as blatant as it was arousing. "You want this fucking cock faggot?" Bull was almost growling as his cock head pushed up against the tight fresh hole of the dumb little bitch. "Yes sir - please fuck me." "Once a toxic cock is in you it don't stop till it seeds you. No condoms, no meds, no pulling out. So you want this toxic cock faggot?" It was so crude, so obvious, so blatant. So dangerous and so - not risky, risky wasn't the word. His mind was lost in a fog of conflicting emotions and though he knew what he should answer his mouth was suddenly as dry as the desert. "Who gives a fuck what you want anyway." Bull smiled and pushed forward. His now lubed cock was perfectly lined up to the hole and Ash had done the prep work well. The little faggot squealed like a stuck pig but his hole was warm and tight and welcoming and wasn't that the only thing that mattered? BoiFagBarbie felt that increasingly familiar almost burning feeling as his hole stretched to admit and then accommodate Bull. Fuck but this man was so big! BoiFagBarbie tried to say something but it just came out as a squeal. A squeal that became a moan as the biggest cock of his life so far remorselessly claimed him. He felt so full, that was obvious, but it was more than that. As others had fucked him there had been moments of intense pleasure - moments when they were pressing his 'fag button' as they called it. Jeering as they saw him react and crave more. Now this big cock seemed to be constantly stimulating him, massaging him, leaving him no respite from a pleasure so intense it could only be dangerous. So intense that from this day forward it could never be denied. The cock in him stopped moving for a moment and his eyes popped open. He hadn't even realised he had shut them. In those intense moments he had only been aware of the sensations coming from his hole. Now his vision was back and his hearing too, the obscene insults and threats from the men heard but unimportant to him. All that mattered was that beautiful cock, the way it made him feel, the way it had become the whole center of the world for him. Bull looked into the dumb faggot's eyes. They were pretty eyes but that wasn't the point. That wasn't why he looked so intently, why he was careful to notice every reaction of the little slut to his own movements. Bull knew his business. He adjusted his technique to maximize the pleasure of the cute little piece of ass he was currently plundering. He made it real good for the boy but that wasn't why he did it. How this boi cunt - whose name he had already forgotten - felt about it only really mattered for one reason. When the Bull did his job right he could take a young fag to places they had never imagined, had never even dreamed of. He had the experience, he had the equipment - he had the motivation. Take a little fag like this to those places and the whole rest of their life they were desperate to get back there. They'd chase that next hit like a crack ho. Take any cock because it might be the one. They'd get to the point where they lived only for that next hard cock, that next load of seed. They'd become just who Bull wanted them to be and that was why he did it. "Keep looking at me," growled the Bull, "I like to look into the eyes of a dumb neg bitch when I knock him up." There was that additional pleasure of course - but that would be a little while yet. Just now the Bull had to lay down some pipe, stretch and bruise that sweet little hole a little. He picked up some pace and gave the boi pussy another couple of inches. He watched the boi's eyes and saw them flinch a little but keep determinedly fixed on his own. He liked that and he put a little more power into each stroke. Heard the boy gasping and even felt his hole clenching a little, trying to milk his seed. All in good time - he wasn't half done yet. He kept going until he bottomed out, as he knew he would, the boy was almost petite and Bull was anything but. BoiFagBarbie had held his eye contact with Bull from the moment the incredible fuck had started,. Before had been amazing but this was just sooooooooooooo good!!! This was how it was meant to be, this was what his whole life had really been building up towards, this was what he had dreamed about so many times. Finding a man like this, a man who could do this to him. The moments of pain were so worth it, were so much a part of it. Part of giving himself - part of his sacrifice. Besides they faded and just left the amazing pleasure, the amazing high and he rode that high like a motherfucker, fought to keep his eyes locked on the eyes of the man who could do this to him, could make him feel like this. Then - it happened. The big cock inside him hit something and it hurt, it hurt bad! It might be ripping him up inside! He howled in pain. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - STOPPPPP - PLLLLEEEEEASSSE - STOPPPPP." All he heard were the shouts and cheers of the men surrounding them, all he saw were the eyes of the Bull. All he felt was that big cock withdrawn and then pushing forward - again, again and again. It was too much - he couldn't take any more. And then... Then, it happened. Something seemed to give, deep inside his body, seemed to 'pop'. Bull's big cock pushed on to claim new virgin parts of his body and mind. BoiFagBarbie put his head back and howled again but this time not in protest but in pure pleasure and amazement. How could something feel so fucking good!!! Again he heard and saw nothing, knew nothing except the feelings from his boi pussy. His whole body quivered, his legs against the Bull's broad shoulders, his arms held in position by two other men. His little cock spasmed inside its cage and shot cum over his flat stomach. All just symptoms of the wave of sensation and pleasure that had peaked and crested within his mind, body and soul. He gasped again and finally opened his eyes. That was the moment the Bull had been waiting for. Seeing those pretty eyes open all full of wonder and amazement and joy. That was the moment he needed. A couple of hard thrusts and then he was sending powerful pulses of his toxic seed as deep in the little whore as he could plant it. So deep so that it wouldn't ever come out, would always be a part of him. Bull smiled in satisfaction as the look in the young man's eyes changed. The slut had discovered the rewards of the life he had chosen and now he also knew the price he had to pay. Sperm and virus planted deep in their millions and it would only take one. Boi fags were like girls that way - you didn't get 'a little pregnant' and it surely did change your life. Bull knew that from personal experience, every man there knew that from personal experience. Only one person there did not, BoiFagBarbie. Well, Bull was pretty sure that would soon be changing. The big man puffed out his cheeks and exhaled. It had been a job well done and he was almost reluctant to withdraw his cock from that fine hole. However, there were others waiting. BoiFagBarbie saw Bull withdraw and felt regret. He wished he could hold this man close - the man who might just have pozzed him. However, that wasn't going to happen. As Bull withdrew another man took his place. A much smaller, younger, man - whose much smaller cock looked painfully hard. Inexperience made entry a bit of a fumble but soon the cock was home and then the young man set up a furiously fast, frantic, rhythmn. In the back of his mind BoiFagBarbie understood that this was Ash. The young newly converted and highly toxic man had made his decision. Being a top may never have interested Ash before but now things were different. Now he had a meaningful contribution to make, a real target to accomplish. Jerome looked on and nodded his approval. Ash had that youthful, healthy, harmless look that always went down real well with the explorers and the experimenters. The married men sneaking out for some cock. The newbies just getting started. Most of those sorts would run a mile from men like himself, Wolf or the Bull. Run and NEVER look back. Sweet little Ash there would have them desperate to bend over a bench or against a tree or in some club back-room. Not even thinking about a condom until they felt his seed shot up in their guts. Yeah - Ash was a valuable addition to the brotherhood. The night was going well and it had only just begun. ***

Love getting fucked and taking loads in random apartment stairwells. 😈

I had so much fun writing that last chapter, that I banged out another tonight. This is very likely the last chapter as it brings the story full circle while leaving a bit to the reader's imagination. Besides I need to get a few more chapters to my other story in another section. So here you go, I hope you all enjoy. *** Part 4 Over the next couple of weeks, Joey was insatiable. We went into the city and visited the bathhouse on Sunday. Joey was very popular. I definitely noticed a change from his past visits. Before he had always been a bit shy and let me find guys to fuck him in our room, but now he wanted to be on display in the public area. He made no secret that he was accepting all loads, no questions asked. When one of the guys asked him if he was on PrEP, he answered, “Not anymore, I’m done being worried about that. I’ve accepted my fate and I’m not hiding from it anymore.” God was he sexy. When we got back home he took an active part in cruising the apps looking for guys to fuck him. We had a talk about that and we agreed that even with him finding guys on his own, our one rule was that if fucking was going to happen, we both had to be in the room. Either of us could get oral sex, which honestly neither of us was that interested in, without the other being there, but if we were fucking, the other got to watch. I’d often get a message near the end of the day of my classes letting me know a guy was coming over that evening to breed him. Every session of him getting bred by some random stranger, or Ray, who was coming over a couple times a week, ended with me fucking the unknown and known poz loads deeper into Joey’s hungry ass. Ray did not fuck me again. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to take a poz load, but just because after that first time, which was very hot in the moment, it reminded me that getting fucked was not what turned me. Seeing a hot young man like Joey, being a wanton bottom slut, getting fucked by guys he barely knew, not caring if they were poz, taking a toxic load; that is what really turned me on. A little over a month after his PrEP wore off, Joey came down with some flu like symptoms. I spoiled the hell out of the boy while I took care of him. Changing the sheets as he sweated through them, some cold towels for his forehead, chicken soup and other comfort food he could keep down. I also bought him the latest PlayStation console, to give him something to keep him entertained while in bed. We obviously took a break from having guys come over to fuck him, and I let him know that it was entirely up to him when he resumed having sex. A few days after he had recovered, I received a message from him. It read ‘Met a cute little twink at the gym. He’s coming over tonight so we can give you a show’. There was a picture attached. I waited a sec for it to download. While I waited I was curious as Joey usually preferred older guys. I opened the pic when it as ready and say a barely legal young man, probably just turned 18. The young man reminded me of so many of the gay twinks that took my Queer Studies course the very first semester of college. I of course never hit on them because I didn’t want to lose my job. I immediately started typing a response when I received another message from Joey, ‘Don’t worry, he goes to the community college, so not one of your students’. My husband knew me so well. I quickly deleted the question I was going to ask and respond, ‘I was worried there for a sec. Not usually your type, hopefully he has a nice dick to breed you with’. Joey’s reply was just the devil smiley face emoji. I rushed home as soon as my afternoon office hours were over and got the playroom ready. I figured the young man would be more comfortable with the bed than the sling out, so I put the sling away and got the bed ready with the play sheet. A half hour later, Joey and the twink arrived. Joey introduced him, his name as Kyle. He had turned 18 last week. He attended the local community college and was taking art classes. Joey had caught him checking him out at the gym, so approached him and introduced himself. I was seeing a new side of Joey. Kyle was clearly submissive and there was no way I could see this boy topping Joey. “So Kyle, now that you’ve met my husband, do you still want me to fuck you knowing he has to watch?” asked Joey. I kept my mouth shut but I’m sure Joey noticed the confused expression that flashed across my face. Kyle blushed then gave a little smile, “Sure, your husband is kind of hot for an older guy. Since you said he is a top and you are verse, I wouldn’t mind if he fucked me after you if he wants.” Joey had a huge smile on his face as he said, “I’m sure he would like, that’s go into the playroom you cute little slut.” He got up and grabbed Kyle’s hand and led him to the playroom. I got up and followed. I took my spot in my chair as I watched Joey take the lead and be dominate for a change. He stripped off Kyle’s clothes, revealing the twink’s pale smooth skinny body. Once he had the boy naked, he pushed him down to his knees and grabbed a fistful of the boy’s shaggy brown hair. “Get me hard bitch,” he said as shoved Kyle’s face into his crotch. Kyle mouthed Joey’s cock through his spandex workout shorts. Joey’s cock formed a nice sized bulge in his shorts. He let go of Kyle’s head and reached down, hooking his thumbs under the wait band of his shorts and pulled them down, taking his jockstrap with them. He six inch cut cock flopped out and smack Kyle in the face. “Suck it baby,” he said to Kyle. The twink immediately took it into his mouth and worked it down his throat, quickly taking it all down to the base. Clearly despite recently turning eighteen, this wasn’t the first time Kyle had sucked a cock. As Kyle sucked him, Joey stripped off his workout clothes. Once he was naked he jumped onto the bed, on his back. He flexed his muscular arms. I could see that Kyle was hypnotized by sight of my little twenty-four-year-old muscle jock of a husband laying naked on the bed, fresh from a workout. “Come worship me you little slut, lick me muscles and pits. I could tell from the way your were looking at me while I worked out that you want this, show me how much you want it,” said Joey in a commanding voice he had never used with me. Kyle quickly crawled onto the bed and dove into Joey’s smooth pits. It was my preference as well as Joey for him to be smooth. The little twink slut was in heaven. He was almost purring as he buried his face into my boy’s armpits. He probably spent almost a half hour licking, sucking, and worshiping almost every inch of Joey’s body, but Joey would not let him suck his rock hard dick which was leaking pre-cum the entire time. Eventually Joey got up and pushed Kyle face first down onto the bed. “Time for you to get fucked slut,” Joey said. He looked back at me and motioned with his head towards the bottle of lube that was on the desk in the room. I got up, grabbed the bottle, then tossed it to Joey. He pumped some into his hand, then roughly shoved a lubed up finger into the twink’s hole. “You have a condom?” asked Kyle as Joey fingered lube into his hole. Joey turned and gave me an evil smile, “Daddy, do we have any condoms left?” I was so turned out watching this scene that it took me a second to figure out a response. Sure, we did have a few condoms from back in the day in a drawer in the desk, but what I really knew what Joey was asking was if I wanted to watch him fuck this young twink raw and breed him with what we suspected was Joey’s freshly poz cum. “Um, no, we used up the last of them last week,” I lied, giving Joey my consent for him to proceed. “Damn, I so wanted to fuck you Kyle, you are so hot,” said Joey sounding disappointed. “Um, well, are you negative?” asked Kyle. “As far as I know, my last test results were negative, I can send them to you if you want,” said Joey. I mean we suspected Joey was poz, but we hadn’t confirmed it yet, so I guess it wasn’t technically a lie. “No I guess that’s fine then,” said Kyle, his desire to feel Joey’s cock in him overriding his conditioning to ask for condoms. Joey immediately lubed up his cock and shoved it into Kyle’s asshole before the boy could give it anymore thought. He shoved it in roughly and went balls deep on the first thrust. I could tell Joey wanted to ruin the twink’s hole and make it more vulnerable for his likely toxic cum. “Ugh, not so rough,” protested Kyle. “Shut up you stupid cunt, I’m in charge now and I’m fucking claiming your ass as mine. I’m going to breed your ass and impregnate you. You’re going to have my babies, aren’t you slut,” he growled as he started pounding in and out of Kyle’s ass. Kyle moaned a bit and grunted occasionally as Joey got into a grove fucking him. The more Joey fucked him the more he moaned and the less he protested. Soon it was obvious that Kyle was enjoying the hard fuck. “Where do you want my load bitch? You want it in your ass like a real slut, or are you fucking pussy that wants me to pull out. If I pull out I ain’t fucking you again,” said Joey as he was getting close to cumming. It didn’t take Kyle long to decide, “Cum in me Sir, breed your slut, I want it.” “Fuck, take it slut, you belong to me now, I’m going to get you pregnant. Oh fuck,” said Joey as he started to unload his cum, which he suspected but did not know for sure was carrying the virus, into the cumdump slut in training that had just turned eighteen. If it weren’t for the prospect that I would get to fuck Joey’s potentially toxic load further into the twink’s ass, I would have cum right then, but I had stopped stroking myself a while ago to keep myself from cumming. Joey collapsed down on top of the smaller young man. Kyle started rocking his ass up and down, trying to fuck himself on Joey’s cock which was slowly going soft. I could tell that Kyle was close to cumming and needed a little bit more to get himself off. “My turn,” I said as I got up and moved onto the bed. “Yes Daddy,” said Joey as he rolled off his slut. He pulled the boy’s ass cheeks apart, giving me a view of Kyle’s puffy red hole that was leaking a bit of Joey’s cum. I did not bother lubing up my cock, I just sunk it straight in to Kyle used hole. I fucked him for less than a minute in that position before rolling him on his side to free his cock from its trapped position. Joey got some lube and applied it to his hand then reached down and started jacking Kyle’s hard dick as I fucked the boy’s sloppy hole. “Cum for Daddy,” I whispered into Kyle’s ear. He responded by thrusting his hips, working his cock into Joey’s hand and my cock into his ass, “Yeah Boy, you were born to be a slut for men weren’t you?” “Yes Daddy,” he responded. “You love having bare cocks fucking loads into your hole don’t you slut?” I asked. It took him a second as his brain fought against all the safer-sex propaganda he had been taught during his upbringing, but eventually his true desires won out. “Yes Daddy, fuck me, breed me,” he begged. “Such a Good Boy,” I said giving him positive reinforcement. I don’t know if it was that or the combination of my cock in his ass and Joey’s hand around his cock caused him to have what was likely one of the most intense orgasms of his live. His neg cum spewed out of his cock and painted the playsheet in front of him. His ass spasmed in orgasm around my cock put me over the edge and I buried my cock as deep as it could go and unloaded my own cum into him, not knowing or caring if it was toxic or not. “Fuck that was hot. I understand now why you enjoy watching me,” said Joey as he knelt over us. I got up off the bed and leaned down and gave my husband a deep kiss. A broke the kiss then headed towards the door of the room. “Be a good Sir and give your new Boy some aftercare. I’d like to see him come around some more. I’m going to go use the upstairs bathroom to shower. “Yes Daddy,” said Joey. He laid down on the bed next to Kyle who was still panting and enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm. He snuggled up behind the twink and wrapped him in his arms. “Damn boy, that was so hot, you are such a great fuck. Thank you for sharing your body with us and letting us breed you,” said Joey as he cuddled the boy. My last image as I left the room was the big dopey smile on Kyle’s face and then the boy saying, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” I took a shower then put on some shorts. After I got out of the shower, I heard the sounds of the downstairs shower come on. I waited upstairs, giving Joey the opportunity to spend some post fuck time with the young man he had brought over to stealth and let me fuck. Once I heard the front door close I went downstairs. Joey was still naked and his cock was semi-hard. “So, are you a top now?” I asked. Joey gave me that evil grin of his that until tonight I never knew he had, “For neg ass I am. Speaking of which, for every twink I bring home for us to breed, I get to fuck your ass until you’re also poz.” I watched as his cock hardened all by itself as he laid down that new rule. “Deal,” I quickly replied. Without any further conversation I turned and walked into the playroom. I got on all fours on the edge of the bed, presenting my ass to my freshly pozzed husband. Joey followed me into the room and grabbed the bottle of lube off the desk. As I waited there for him to fuck me and breed me with what was we both suspected was a poz load, I wondered what sort of monster I had created. I had gently and slowly manipulated Joey into wanting to take poz loads while he was no longer protected by PrEP, and now he seemed to want to bring home young clueless twinks for us to both infect, regardless of if they where chasing or not. ‘Be careful what you wish for,’ I thought to myself as Joey’s bare cock pushed into my rarely fucked ass in order to infect me so that we could both breed more men and pass the virus on.

We only had 1 glory hole that I remember on my college campus. There were however numerous washrooms that had a lot of under the stall action, sharing stalls, and urinal action. The washroom with the glory hole was huge probably a dozen stalls but only had 1 glory hole, and was pretty much an orgy every afternoon from 3 to 5, with anywhere from 10 to 30 guys playing at the same time. It was mostly cock sucking, we usually but not always went somewhere else to butt fuck, but I would be very surprised if there weren't at least a few guys fucking in there everyday. I definitely fucked and got fucked a few times without going somewhere else. My senior year I discovered a smaller tearoom, only 3 stalls and no glory holes that usually had 4-6 guys at a time fucking in that 3-5 time period. It looked suspiciously like this, minus the ropes and glory hole:

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Thank you again for your nice comments and patience. We went back to making dinner. I bent down and licked the precum I had leaked on the floor which was more than I thought. We finally sat down and ate dinner. It was difficult sitting with the plug up my ass. "You will get used to the feel of the plug in your pussy" he said smiling "It feels a bit uncomfortable and its right against my prostate" I said. My cock was also hard and leaking. He looked over and grabbed my cock and gave it a few tugs. I moaned and pushed towards his hand. Then he wiped my cock of all the precum and stuck it in my fingers and I licked it clean. We ate dinner and talked about work and maybe taking a vacation together after I get knocked up. I started to get used to the plug while sitting down but it did keep me aroused. Also walking aroused also started to feel good to me. We finished eating dinner and I cleaned the kitchen while Rick went to go relax on the couch and watch TV. When I was done I joined him on the couch and we watched TV. I moved around a bit to find a comfortable position with the plug in me. Sitting a little on my side helped. It had been a long day and as we were watching TV I fell asleep. I started to feel wet on my leg and then woke up. Rick was playing with the butt plug teasing my hole and my cock was leaking a lot of precum. Without saying a word, he pulled down my shorts and pulled out the plug and rammed his hard cock into me. I yelled as his thrust was hard and his cock had no lube. Once it got in I still had his cum in my hole. "Fuck your pussy is so wet boy and tight. Its squeezing my cock pulling me in. Its hungry for Daddy's cock isn't it baby" he said I moaned as he started to fuck me and hit me in those right spots. "Yes Daddy my pussy is hungry for your huge cock and it wants your charged cream" I moaned pushing my ass back on his stick. He started to pound me in that position with me partially on my side. I touched my cock and he hit my hand away. "Don't touch your little cock. Your cunt is all that matters" he said pounding his meat deep into my stomach. He kept fucking me hard. At the angle and what way I was laying I swear I felt him in my stomach. There was no kissing, no touching no making out, this was just him fucking me and impregnating me with his seed. I started to feel that warmth in my hole and started to cum hard. I shot all over the couch and could feel my ass convulse. "Fuck your cunt is squeezing my cock....Ohhhh yeah boy milk it. Drain all my POZ nut honey. Use your cunt for Daddy" he moaned still fucking me. After about another 5 minutes of slow pumping he finally pulled out put in my mouth to clean him up and then he stuck the plug back in my ass. "This always belongs in your pussy, understand" he said "Yes Daddy" I said. I licked up all my cum on the couch. We both brushed out teeth and went to bed. He gave me a kiss and then turned over and was snoring right away. I had more of his cum in me. I was happy.

Those days were heady ones for sure ... there was a bar in downtown Rock Island - can't recall the name - with a gh in the men's room that almost always had guys in the stalls sucking each other off. Come to think of it, I think the name was Hunters? Always "live" music, different genre's, great burgers, etc. Whatever the name, that was my initiation to the "gloryhole experience". And no, I don't even remember who the guy was, but I sure remember the event !!!

I'm decorated with those tattoos to show what I like - getting loads while in a sling. And I collect ideas for further tattoos.

I miss the gloryholes at almost every univerisity or College. There always at least one bathroom know for cruising and it had a gloryhole. But sudenly they all disappeared from the universities and moved to the saunas. Saunas never had gloryholes because they had to pretend being about "health" or gym, and gloryholes would have been hard to justify. The first sauna that had gloryholes was in Montreal, Rue Rachel. The darker room in the back had 3 cubicles with GH between them and became popular right away. Because of the gloryholes I started to go there often. Until GHs started to appear in almost every sauna.

This was a hot read which I really enjoyed. I hope Rick pozzes him and knocks him up really good

I have to say I really miss this. I started doing it when I was 20. It has never really been a thing where I live now, at least in the 19 years I've lived here. Through my travels, I haven't found that it has disappeared everywhere, and have definitely enjoyed hooking up this way when I'm somewhere where it is still a thing. I'm almost always cognizant of trying to it in a way that I won't be caught by those that aren't interested, but absolutely love the exhibitionist and group aspects of it when done in way that mitigates risks and can be found by others seeking the same thing. It usually drives me nuts when I see guys doing it in a way that is likely to get caught by non-cruisers and risk bring law enforcement action to the cruising spots. I was really disappointed to learn on my recent trip to Palm Springs that they were going through a major crackdown on outdoor cruising spots, but also saw enough brazenly bad behavior in my recent visits to understand why it reached that point.

I’d just got out the shower when I heard a knock at my door. I shouted out that I’d be just a a minute and quickly dried myself off. I took a second while doing so to check myself out in the mirror – call me vain, but I’d been hitting the gym recently and was enjoying the effect on my body. I’d been a bit chubby through my teen years, but now at 21 I was finally pretty happy with what I saw looking back at me from the mirror – a fairly toned physique, dark hair on my chest and legs. A happy side effect of the weight loss was my admittedly average sized cock was even a bit bigger looking – every little helps, y’know? I finished quickly drying and wrapped the towel around my hips as I crossed my flat to the door. I opened the door without checking through the peep hole first – my first mistake of the evening but certainly not my last. Standing on the other side was my landlord , Steven. I managed not to let out the groan I felt like making as I noticed who it was, instead arranging my face into what I hoped was a winning smile. His eyes trailed up my still damp body before he met my eyes and returned my painted on smile with a much more lecherous one of his own. To be honest, the guy gave me the creeps, but I needed to try to keep him sweet because I was 2 weeks overdue on my rent and didn’t get paid till next week. He was a couple inches shorter than me and at least 30 years older, his thinning hair was greasy and dyed an unconvincing shade of black and looked and smelled like he hadn’t showered in a week. He scratched at his belly trough a stained white vest as he continued to leer at me for a moment before he spoke. “Hey, didn’t catch you at a bad time did I?” his face quite clearly expressed that he wasn’t at all concerned about this as he took the opportunity to try and make out my cock through the towel. “Oh, hi, eh, kind of yeah. Could we maybe speak tomorrow?” I tried to take the chance at hopefully ending the conversation as I closed the door. Steven stopped the door from closing with his foot. “Not really, its about the rent. I think I’d better come in so we can have a chat.” He didn’t wait for an answer and pushed in past me, his hand ‘accidentally’ grazing my cock through the towel as he did. He crossed the hall and dropped down onto my sofa, right in the middle with his arms spread out across the back – it was only a two seater so I’d have had to practically squeeze in next to him to sit. I opted instead to sit perched awkwardly on the foot stool, feeling a little exposed there still just wrapped in my towel. “Look, I know I’m a bit behind, but I get paid next week, and I’ll get you…” “You told me the same thing last week,” Steven cut me off, “’Soon’ doesn’t cut it. Rent is due when it’s due. I’m going to need to start looking at evicting you.” My heart sank – the flat was shit, but it was way cheaper than anything else around here and I could still barely afford it. “Shit, no...no wait, lets not be...surely there’s something…” I stammered out. “Weeeellll,” Steven drawled “I might consider waiting another week… if you were to make me happy. You want me happy, don’t you?” “I mean, of course, whatever you need,” I said, nodding. “What I need, is a lap dance. I’m horny as fuck and need to blow off some steam.” “Whoa, what? Listen, I’m not, y’know, obviously it’s cool or whatever, but I’m not gay…” “Did I ask? I don’t care if you’re into it or not, I just want to enjoy that body of yours. And I'm sure you'll have a ...positive experience. But, if you prefer to go down the other route, I suppose you better start packing…” Fuck! I couldn’t lose this place, but just the idea of giving this dirty old man a lap dance was horrifying! What choice did I have though. I was shaking a little as I stood up, was I actually going to do this? I took one step towards the leering man on my couch, I sighed and tried to think of something else as I turned to face the wall. One hand holding the towel about my waist I lowered myself a little and stuck my ass out and gyrated half-heartedly. “Closer,” Steven ordered from behind me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip a little as I obeyed and took a step back towards him. I shuddered a little as I felt his hand rub down my side and over my towel-wrapped ass and tried to just keep dancing. Suddenly he bunched the towel in his fist a and ripped it off me, eliciting a gasp from me. “I didn’t say stop,” Steven growled, “and you need to actually be on my ‘lap’ for it to be a lapdance.” He placed both hands on my hips and pulled me down before I could answer and I half fell on to him. I froze for a moment, but surely this was as bad as it was going to get, right? I’m naked sitting in the lap of some old pervert, and oh my god was that his cock I could feel under me? I felt something poking me through the material of his dirty jogging trousers, right between my arse cheeks. But I needed this place. Give the guy some fun and I’d still have a roof over my head next week. I began to gyrate again, just had to get through it. After a minute or so I began to feel Steven move his hips under mine – apparently he was enjoying my attempt at a lap dance as that was now definitely his cock I could feel hardening beneath me, grinding against me. Jesus christ, how big was it? I was still hating this, but at least I was doing a good job. I put a little more into what I was doing, if I was going though with this I might as well try and make him happy. “Hang on a second,” Steven pushed me up off him briefly, pulled down the waistband of his joggers pulling out his stiffening cock. Before I could even react to this, he put his rough hands on my hips again and pulled me back down to his lap. His massive cock was now wedged between my arse cheeks, I could feel the heat of it against my skin. “That’s better, much more comfortable. Well, keep going, we’re not done yet.” Steven punctuated this order with a stinging slap of my ass. The pain shocked me back into motion, what was even happening? Was I really grinding my ass on his cock? How far was this going to go? Steven’s hands were still firmly grasping my waist and he guided me the way he wanted, sliding up and down his shaft. Now that it was out, I could smell the ripe unwashed smell much more strongly – was that his dick I could smell? The one that was being rubbed hard up against me. The one that, if I wasn’t mistaken was now oozing sticky pre-cum on my crack. Steven’s right hand left my hip and slipped round to my crotch. I gasped as his right hand encircled the base of my cock and my balls at the same time. He was wanking me and at the same time gently squeezing my balls in a way that sent confusing electric shocks of pleasure/pain shooting through my groin and up my spine. I was horrified at how far this had got out of control, but my body betrayed me as my cock stiffened and began to throb. “That’s it boy. Just you let me make you feel good. Knew you’d be a good little bitch for me.” Steven growled in my ear, at this point my head was laid back on his chest as I ground my tight little ass on his monster oozing cock – by now my crack felt slick with his precum as he slid its length and and down it. He was guiding my hips more by the hand tugging at my cock and balls than the one on my hip now, pulling more this way then the other as my hips followed. He began to pull me further and further up until finally I was almost completely off him, my back arched uncomfortably with the only points of contact being my shoulders pressed against his chest and the heat of his cock nestled between my cheeks, it’s slick tip pressed against my tight virgin asshole. He stopped for a moment, hand still but wrapped tight around my balls stopping me from moving. I moaned, partly from discomfort and I hated to admit to myself but a bit of frustration. Steven chuckled gently. “Now just you stay right there.” “Please...please don’t…” I mumbled “Don’t what boy? Seems like you’re having as much fun as me if your cocks anything to go by.” “Please don’t...don’t fuck me…” what was I saying? How had this gone this far? “Don’t worry, I’m just going to make you feel good. Does me good to feel a lad like you enjoying himself on top of me.” As he said this his left hand slid up from my hip to my throat, pulling my head back a little further and making it just a little harder to breathe. His right hand moved from my balls to encircling my now rock hard shaft. I moaned a little as he began to gently stroke me, teasingly going up and down smearing my pre-cum. A little of the tension in my body released, but this relaxation pushed my ass hole further against the oozing cock head at it’s entrance. I tried to lift my ass further away, the movement making me fuck his hand. I had to keep my core muscles tense to stop from sinking down, but the feeling of the expert hand on my cock kept distracting me. My concentration would slip and I would sink down a little, the slick precum lubricating my hole enough that it would sink just a fraction into my tight hole, the burn of the intrusion would wake me up a little and I would buck my hips up away from Steven’s dirty cock. This pattern seemed to repeat forever, each time my hole seemed to sink just a little further onto the cock before my now aching core lifted me up off of it and towards the hand teasing me, keeping my cock just on the edge but not quite over the horizon of orgasm. By this point my legs were trembling with the effort of keeping me up and my breathing was growing ragged and moaning around the pressure of the hand around my throat. Eventually I couldn’t hold the position any longer and my legs gave out – I fell just a bit too far and the entire head of his cock popped through, several inches of it sliding inside me forcefully driven by the weight of my body. My eyes opened wide and I let out a moan at the pain in my hole, I could feel it tear as it tried and failed to accommodate. My moan of pain was answered by one of pleasure from the mouth next to my ear. I tried in vain to lift myself off, but even with the motivation of the burning pain I couldn’t get my legs to obey me enough to do so. “That’s it boy. Just relax and let daddy make you feel good.” His hand kept stroking as he spoke, my cock somehow still hard. I eventually gave up trying to lift up and sank down further onto the shaft impaling me. I felt every inch of him slowly slide into my poor arse, tears falling from my now closed eyes as I gave into the inevitability of what was happening. After a minute my ass met his legs as he finally sank to the hilt. I was now sat fully on his lap, trembling and vision blurred with tears as he still had one hand around my throat and another around my shaft.

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I woke up. I went to use the bathroom and my ass was sore. As I walked the butt plug felt like it was opening all the small scrape and abrasions in my ass. I peed and came back to bed. Rick was up. "How are you doing baby" he said "I am doing ok but my ass is on fire and sore" I said "Good. That means you are raw. Get up here and bend over. I am going to take you again and breed you with my charged cum" he said Those words gave me an instant hard on. I eagerly hopped up on the bed on all fours. I felt him pull out the plug and felt what was probably blood and cum leak out of me. "Yeah your pussy is still bleeding. There is some cum. Time to recharge your cunt" he said "Yes Daddy please fuck me and cum in me." I said I turned around and kissed him with my tongue invading his mouth. He kissed back and held me. "I want you to breed me and knock me up and make me yours. I want to have your baby Daddy" I said as I kissed him again and then went down on his hard cock and sucked him for a minute then turned around and presented my ass to him. "Take me Daddy please" I said begging He put his hard head at me entrance and slowly entered me. I felt the burn as his cock went over and ripped again each scrape in my ass. I grunted in pain. He was more gentle than last night which helped but it still hurt a lot. I felt him start to pick up his pace. He was now pounding me. It hurt but I took it. I grunted in pain. He was pushing past my second ring and could feel the abrasions there too, it burned and hurt. He focused on my prostate again which provided some pleasure which made me moan a bit. He kept up and I pushed back meeting his thrust also rotating my ass and squeezing my ass which made him moan. I kept it up. I love giving him pleasure. "Oh yeah your cunt is milking me baby. Fuck your pussy feels so good." he moaned After a few minutes I felt his cock start to expand and his breathing I could tell he was on the verge and in a few strokes he started to cum "Here you go baby knocking you up" he moaned I pushed back and milked him. He kept grinding and fucking me hard. He slowed down and pulled out. He quickly replaced his cock with plug in me. I turned around and his cock had cum and a lot of blood. I wiped him off not wanting to eat my own blood. We kissed and he held me. He felt and smelled so good. "Thank you Daddy, I can't wait" I said "I know baby don't worry you will get pregnant soon" he said He got off the bed and started to get ready for work and I went to my bedroom and did the same.

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Chapter 31: Slipping the Leash Clearview University Medical. Steighn wing, high security ER ward. 00:07 MST. 1-Nov-20XX. REDACTED location. By the time Elias and Trevor made it back, the room already felt too small for what they were about to attempt. Tex stood near the foot of the bed, arms folded, eyes locked on Zero. The man lay restrained but restless, his body caught somewhere between stillness and tension, like something beneath the surface was waiting for permission to move again. The overhead lights cast a harsh sheen across his altered skin—darkened, almost grey in places, veins faintly visible beneath the surface like shadows trying to break through. The door opened quickly behind him. Tex turned. Elias stepped in first, coat half-buttoned, expression sharp and focused. Trevor followed close behind, already moving toward the counter with a small insulated container in hand. “We got it,” Trevor said, setting the container down and immediately opening it. His movements were precise, controlled—clinical in a way that felt almost reassuring given everything else going on. Tex exhaled quietly. “Good,” he said. Then, lowering his voice slightly as Elias stepped closer, “We’ve got another problem.” Elias’s eyes flicked to him. “Krell’s here.” A brief pause. Tex continued, voice tight but controlled. “He’s already in the ER. Tried to throw his weight around. I stalled him, but…” He shook his head slightly. “I think he clocked something. Not fully, but enough to start asking questions.” Elias didn’t react immediately. His attention shifted past Tex, landing on Zero. “We’ll deal with Krell when we have to,” Elias said quietly. “Right now, this comes first.” Tex watched him for a second, then nodded once. Trevor had already drawn a syringe, carefully pulling a measured dose from one of the labeled vials. Even now, in the middle of everything unraveling, he handled the process with practiced precision—checking the label, confirming the concentration, expelling a small bubble of air from the needle. “If Grant was right,” Trevor said, almost to himself, “this should interrupt the replication pathway…” Tex leaned slightly closer, watching Zero’s chest rise and fall. “Or it does nothing,” he said. Trevor didn’t look up. “We’re about to find out.” Elias stepped to the side of the bed, one hand resting lightly on the railing. “Do it.” Trevor nodded once and moved in. The needle slid into Zero’s arm cleanly, the motion quick and controlled. Trevor depressed the plunger steadily, delivering the dose in one smooth push before withdrawing the syringe. For a moment, nothing happened. The room held its breath. Then Zero’s body jerked. Not violently—just enough to make all three of them tense. His chest hitched, breath catching unevenly as his muscles tightened beneath the restraints. A low, strained sound slipped from his throat, somewhere between a groan and something less human. Tex straightened. “Okay—there it is.” Elias leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing as he watched. Zero’s skin shifted. At first it was subtle—so subtle Tex almost thought he imagined it. The unnatural grey tone began to soften, faint traces of natural color pushing through like something breaking the surface after being buried too long. The veins along his neck, once dark and pronounced, began to fade. Not disappear, but recede. Trevor stepped closer, eyes locked on the changes. “Look at that…” he murmured. Zero’s head rolled slightly to one side, his breathing still uneven but no longer as strained. His eyelids fluttered. Then slowly— His eyes opened. For a split second, they were still wrong. Too dark. Too deep. Then the black receded. Not all at once, but enough. Color returned. Real color. Tex felt something shift in his chest. “…It’s working.” No one else spoke for a moment. They just watched. Zero blinked slowly, unfocused at first, his gaze drifting across the room without recognition. But the tension in his body had changed. The rigid, unnatural stillness was gone, replaced by something closer to exhaustion than control. Trevor let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “It’s not a full reversal,” he said, already analyzing. “But it’s doing something. It’s interrupting the process.” Elias nodded slowly, eyes still fixed on Zero. “That’s enough.” Tex ran a hand through his hair, adrenaline starting to settle into something sharper. “If this works on him,” Tex said, “it might work on the others.” Elias turned slightly. “Then we don’t wait.” Trevor was already moving, setting the used syringe aside and reaching for the remaining vials. “Gravestone?” he said. Tex’s expression tightened. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Let’s hope we’re not too late.” — They moved fast. The moment they stepped out of Zero’s room, Elias felt the shift—the brief, fragile hope giving way to something sharper. Urgency. What they had just seen was enough to act on, but not enough to trust. Trevor kept pace beside him, already talking through the next step. “If the response holds, even partially, with the timeline you gave me, Gravestone should hopefully still be in a transitional phase,” Trevor said. “That’s where we have the best chance to interrupt—” They reached the room. Trevor pushed the door open. Elias stepped in behind him—and stopped. The bed was gone. Not empty. Gone. The space where it had been sat bare beneath the fluorescent lights, faint scuff marks tracing where the wheels had once locked into place. A monitor had been shoved aside, its leads trailing uselessly across the tile, emitting a soft, intermittent beep as it searched for a patient that was no longer there. Elias didn’t move for a second. Then his mind caught up. No damage. No signs of a struggle. This wasn’t a breach. Someone had moved him. Trevor stepped forward, scanning the room, disbelief flickering across his face. “…Oh fuck,” he muttered. Footsteps approached behind them. Elias turned as a nurse appeared in the doorway, her expression tightening as she took in the scene. “Doctor Kade—” “Where is he?” Trevor asked immediately. The nurse blinked. “The patient?” Elias stepped forward slightly, his voice calm but firm. “Where did you take him?” The nurse hesitated, then answered quickly. “Radiology. They said the portable machine wasn’t strong enough. Something about needing a larger machine because of his size—” Elias felt the weight of that settle instantly. Radiology. Trevor’s tone sharpened. “Who approved that?” “I—I don’t know,” the nurse said. “They just said it was necessary—” “Where is it?” Elias asked. Trevor turned to Elias immediately, already thinking ahead. “Radiology’s one floor down,” he said quickly. “Take the main stairwell—its faster than the elevators. You’ll hit imaging first, he’s probably in one of the rooms down the main hall on the left.” Elias nodded once. Behind him, Trevor was already stepping back. “I’ll find Tex,” Trevor added. “He needs to know what happened—” “Do it,” Elias said. He didn’t wait. The hallway narrowed around him as he moved. Not quite running—but close enough that people stepped out of his way without being asked. The background noise of the ER faded behind him as his focus locked forward. They had moved Gravestone. Put him somewhere isolated. Unprepared. Elias pushed through the stairwell door and started down, taking the steps two at a time. Radiology meant closed rooms. Minimal staff. No containment. His jaw tightened slightly. If the cure worked, there was still a chance. If it didn’t— Elias picked up speed. Because either way, he needed to get there first. Before Gravestone got loose. — The light came first. Too bright. Too sharp. It pressed against his eyelids, dragging him upward through a heavy, fractured fog. For a moment, he didn’t move. Didn’t think. Just existed in that slow, suspended space where nothing quite made sense. Then the sound reached him. A low mechanical hum. The steady whir of imaging equipment cycling nearby. Voices—faint, muffled, just beyond the room. Hospital. That realization surfaced slowly. And with it— Weight. Gravestone’s awareness sharpened just enough for him to register the pressure across his body. Tight. Restrictive. Not just straps—something more rigid beneath him. His back pressed flat against a hard board, his shoulders pinned in place, his arms secured at his sides. His eyes opened. The ceiling above him was unfamiliar—smooth panels, harsh overhead lighting. Radiology. The pieces didn’t fall neatly into place, but they didn’t need to. The environment was wrong. More wrong than the restraints. He shifted. Or tried to. The straps held firm, biting slightly as tension ran through his muscles. A flicker of irritation surfaced—quick, instinctive. Then something else moved beneath it. Not a thought. A presence. It didn’t speak in words. It didn’t need to. It simply arrived. Cold. Certain. Absolute. Get up, Nathan. Gravestone’s breath hitched slightly. The fog in his mind didn’t clear—it fractured. Fragments of memory slammed into place out of order. Faces. Orders. The last mission. The moment everything had gone wrong— and beneath all of it, something new. A network. He could feel it now. Other minds. Distant but connected. Moving. Thinking. And above them all—Him. The Alpha. The command pressed down again, heavier this time. Move. Gravestone’s fingers flexed against the restraints. The material creaked. “Careful—careful—don’t shift him yet.” The voice came from somewhere to his left. Gravestone turned his head slightly. A male radiology tech stood beside the bed, leaning over him, one hand braced against the edge of the hard board beneath him. Another tech, female, lingered near the doorway, uncertain. “We need that board centered for the next image,” the first tech continued, clearly focused on the task in front of him. “He’s too big for the portable—this is the only way we get a clear image.” Gravestone watched him. The man didn’t notice. “Hey,” the tech called over his shoulder, voice tightening slightly, “can you go grab someone from the ER? I don’t like how he’s waking up.” The second tech hesitated. “And page security,” the first added quickly. “Just in case.” Footsteps retreated from the doorway. The room quieted again. Gravestone’s attention returned to the man leaning over him. He could hear his heartbeat. Fast. Nervous. Ripe for infection. The Alpha’s presence pressed in again. Stronger now. Closer. We don’t have the time. Get up. Gravestone’s muscles responded. The strap across his chest tightened as his body shifted against it. The board beneath him scraped slightly as his shoulders lifted a fraction of an inch before the restraints forced him back down. The tech froze. “…Sir?” he said carefully, hands still braced on the board. “You need to stay still. We’re just trying to take pictures to see what bones are broken.” Gravestone didn’t respond. He tested the restraints again. Not with panic, but with intent. The material strained this time, the faint sound of stitching pulling under pressure. The tech stepped back half a pace. “Okay,” he said, voice and tone rising just slightly. “Yeah, no—don’t do that.” Gravestone turned his head toward him fully now. Their eyes met. For a moment, the room went still. The tech swallowed. “You’re okay,” he said quickly, more to himself than to Gravestone. “We just need to—” The command hit again. Harder. Move. Gravestone’s entire body tensed. The strap across his right arm snapped first with a sharp crack, the force sudden and decisive. The board beneath him shifted as his shoulder lifted, the restraint tearing free from its anchor point. The tech flinched back. “Oh—shit—” The second strap followed. Then another. The sound of tearing material filled the room as Gravestone forced himself upright against the board, the remaining restraints groaning under the pressure. The tech stumbled backward, hitting the counter behind him. “Security!” he shouted, voice breaking now. “I need security in here—now—” Gravestone sat up fully. The board shifted with him, sliding slightly as the last of the restraints gave way. For a brief moment, he simply sat there. Still. Centered. The fog in his mind was gone now. Replaced with clarity. Purpose. The Alpha’s presence settled over him like a shadow. And beneath it— That image again. The next target. Gravestone stood and the tech tried to move. Too slow. Gravestone’s hand shot out, catching him by the front of his shirt and slamming him back against the counter hard enough to rattle the equipment behind him. The man gasped, breath knocked out of him. Gravestone leaned in slightly, studying him for a second. Almost curious. Then his attention shifted past him—toward the door. Toward the hallway beyond. Leave that one there and return to me. Gravestone smiled faintly. “Yeah, yeah…” he murmured. “I’m on it.” Gravestone took a deep breath in, and in one fluid motion, spit a large glob of slime into the man’s face. He kicked and tried to scream for a few moments, until the tech sagged as Gravestone released him, sliding down against the counter. Gravestone looked back. “Pity,” he growled out. “Would have been a fun one to fuck.” He stepped over the edge of the board as it slid off the bed behind him and moved for the door. Out into the hallway. And toward his target. — The hallway opened up in front of him, long and sterile under fluorescent light. Gravestone moved through it without hesitation. People noticed—but too late. A nurse glanced up from a chart, confusion flickering across her face as he passed. A patient being wheeled past turned their head, eyes widening. Someone called out behind him—uncertain, questioning—but no one moved fast enough to stop him. He didn’t run. He didn’t need to. Every step was deliberate. Grounded. Controlled. The Alpha’s presence sat at the center of his thoughts now, steady and unrelenting. Not overwhelming—but guiding. A pressure at the back of his mind, shaping direction, reinforcing purpose. The image remained clear. Somewhere ahead. Gravestone turned a corner. And stopped. Krell had just stepped back into the corridor when he saw him. For a split second, his brain didn’t process what he was looking at. A man—no, something that had once been a man—standing in the middle of the hallway. Barefoot. Unrestrained. Shoulders squared like he owned the space he stood in. Recognition hit a moment later. “What in the…Briggs?” The name came out automatically. Then everything else followed. The posture. The size. The face. Wrong. All of it – wrong. Krell seemed to shudder as if he felt something unfamiliar crawl up the back of his spine. “How the hell are you here—” he started, stepping forward, instinct overriding caution. Gravestone tilted his head slightly. The movement wasn’t confused. It was… assessing. Then he smiled. Not the easy, controlled expression Krell likely remembered from briefings and command rooms. Something sharper. Something that didn’t belong. Krell stopped. The hallway seemed to narrow around them. “…What is this?” Krell asked, his voice tightening despite himself. “What are you doing here?” Gravestone took a step forward. Slow. Measured. “Oh, come on now… you don’t recognize your own work?” he asked, voice lower now, carrying a strange edge that hadn’t been there before. “Although, I must admit, the way you limited the growth with poor Zero definitely pales in comparison to letting the virus replicate naturally." Krell’s jaw tightened. “This… the virus wasn’t supposed to do this,” he said. “Stand down, soldier.” Gravestone laughed. The sound echoed slightly in the empty corridor, wrong in a way that made the space feel colder. “Stand down?” he repeated. “You think you still get to give orders? We all got to feel what you put Mason through. Took all the pleasure out of it. Perhaps it was time you got a taste of your own… medicine.” Another step. Closer now. Krell didn’t move. Didn’t step back. Didn’t yield. “Whatever this is,” Krell said, forcing control back into his voice, “you are still under my command—” Gravestone closed the distance in a blur. One second there was space between them. The next— Krell was off the ground. Gravestone’s hand closed around his throat, lifting him effortlessly until his feet left the floor. Krell’s back hit the wall behind him with a dull, jarring impact, the breath forced out of his lungs in a sharp gasp. For a moment, he couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. His hands came up instinctively, gripping at Gravestone’s wrist, trying to pry it loose. It didn’t budge. Gravestone leaned in slightly, his expression shifting into something almost amused. “You think you’re in any position to give orders anymore? You used us,” he said quietly. “Turned us into test subjects. Guinea pigs. Sent us in blind and called it strategy.” Krell forced air back into his lungs in short, shallow bursts, his vision beginning to blur at the edges. “That was—protocol—” he managed, voice strained. Gravestone’s grip tightened. “Sure,” he said. “Definitely didn’t leave us out of the loop so you could see how your new toy worked in the field. And now look at us.” He tilted his head slightly, eyes locking onto Krell’s. “We’re the ones at the top now.” Krell’s face darkened, the pressure cutting off his airway, his hands still useless against the iron grip at his throat. “You thought you were building soldiers,” Gravestone continued, voice calm—too calm. “Turns out you built something far better. We are gods without a leash.” Krell’s vision flickered. Likely for the first time that night— He looked afraid. — “Put him down.” The voice cut through the moment. Gravestone’s head turned slightly. Elias stood at the far end of the corridor, shoulders squared, eyes locked onto him. He had arrived just in time. Or far too late. Gravestone smiled. “Reaper,” he said, almost pleased. “Perfect timing. I was just meaning to speak to you about some things.” Elias didn’t move closer. Didn’t reach for a weapon. His gaze flicked briefly to Krell—face darkening, body going slack—then back to Gravestone. “Put him down,” Elias repeated, firmer this time. Gravestone looked back at Krell for a moment, as if considering it. Then he gave a soft, almost thoughtful hum. “This one?” he said. “This is the one you should be thanking for creating all of us.” He lifted Krell slightly higher for emphasis. “He’s the reason all of this happened,” Gravestone continued. “The reason we got turned into this. Don’t think I can’t smell his gift growing in you too, Elias. I can feel how much you’re fighting against him. Would be much better if you just gave in and joined us.” Keep him distracted, Gravestone. I almost have what I need. Gravestone’s smile sharpened as he watched Elias, head tilting slightly like he was studying something beneath the surface. “You feel it too, don’t you?” he murmured, voice low and coaxing. “That pull. That itch you can’t quite scratch.” He took a slow step closer, eyes locked on Elias like he was peeling him apart layer by layer. “Don’t pretend you didn’t feel it at the gym. The moment it happened—how good it felt. Not just in your head… in your bones. Like something finally clicked into place.” His grin widened, cruel and knowing. “That wasn’t me, Reaper. That wasn’t the Alpha. That was all you.” He circled slightly, not breaking eye contact. “And it’s still there, isn’t it? Sitting right behind your thoughts. Every person you look at, every heartbeat you hear—it’s whispering. Telling you how easy it would be.” His voice dropped further, almost intimate now. “How right it would feel to just let go for a second… to stop fighting it and give in.” He paused, watching for the smallest reaction. “You didn’t hate it,” he added softly. “That’s the part that scares you. You liked it.” Krell’s hands slipped slightly against Gravestone’s wrist, his strength failing. Gravestone’s smile widened. Elias didn’t move, but the words lodged deeper than he wanted to admit. It wasn’t just noise—wasn’t just Gravestone trying to get under his skin. There had been something at the gym. A moment. A flicker of… not satisfaction, no—he refused to call it that—but something dangerously close. His jaw tightened as he forced the thought down, hard, like crushing glass underfoot. That wasn’t me. It couldn’t be. He knew exactly what this was—an infection, a manipulation, a chemical lie dressed up as instinct. But even as he told himself that, he could feel it—faint, persistent—like an echo that didn’t belong to him, brushing against his thoughts, nudging, suggesting. Elias focused on his breathing, on the weight of the syringe still hidden at his side, on anything real, anything his. He would not let something else decide what he was. Not now. Not ever. “Hmmm… keep telling yourself you're the good guy here, Reaper. I can hear your mind scrambling to fight it. Meanwhile, I think I’ll keep him,” he said lightly. “Break him down. See what’s left when he finally stops fighting.” His tone shifted—even darker now as his attention briefly turned to Krell. “Maybe I’ll make him… useful. I could use a bootlicking footrest when I kick back with a cigar. Would you like that, Krell? Get a taste of your own medicine?” Elias’s stance didn’t change. But something in his expression hardened. “Commander Briggs... Put him down,” Elias said again. This time, his hand moved slightly behind his back. Gravestone noticed the syringe. His eyes flicked down, then back up. And he laughed. “Seriously? A little prick from a prick like you? What are you planning on doing with it? You gonna fix me? Neuter me like a dog?” he asked, turning his head to the side, his mocking tone turning cold and bitter. “Is that what that is?” Elias didn’t answer. Gravestone leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “Just know… If you’re not with us,” he said, “you’re against us. And after that little stunt your cocky boyfriend pulled with the ambulance? I’m playing dirty now, too.” The words landed heavy in the space between them. Then— He moved. Krell’s body was suddenly airborne as Gravestone released him and threw him forward. Elias reacted instantly, stepping in and catching him before he hit the ground, the impact still driving him back a step as he absorbed the weight. By the time Elias looked up, Gravestone was already gone and moving fast, quickly disappearing down the corridor. Still following the Alpha’s command faintly echoing in his ears. Return to me. I have what I need now.

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Part IV Mikal Yesterday was great, it started out with my twin brother fucking himself on my cock, we had cleaned up playing piss games in the shower then cleansed each other, got ready for school and suffered from the drudgery of schoolwork. After classes let out, I went to swim practice with Andy, Jake and Marc meeting us in the locker room giving us kisses and gropes before heading off to the football locker room to prepare for tonight’s game. Andy and I swam laps for just over an hour when coach blew his whistle ending practice. We got dressed and headed over to the football field, securing some good seats for the game. Most of my swim mates joined us in the stands as the team took the field for warmups, stretching and tossing the ball around to get limbered up for the game, after about 45 minutes the other team came out for their warmups and our team went back into the team locker room. My parents arrived with the other parents and students, I noticed Alec and Ben arriving and flagged them over, mom and dad sat a half dozen rows back from my little group. I’d like to say it was a great game, but our team so outperformed the opposition that the score was lopsided fo the entire event. About three quarters from the end I noticed mom on her phone, most likely ordering pizza to be delivered shortly after the game ended. The game reached the end and fans streamed onto the field, Andy and I coordinated with our teammates to meet up at my house, for the after-game party, Andy, Danny , Conner, Eric and I, exited the stands and proceeded to the parking lot where we climbed in Andy’s car and he drove us to my house. Upon arriving at the house Andy parked his car behind the last door, we walked in the front door to be greeted my mom and dad, who informed us a small group was already downstairs, after the boys got hugs from mom and handshakes from dad we started towards the staircase, the doorbell rang and I went to open it, before me stood Milo and Mikey delivering pizza, Milo was a former swimmer on our team having graduated last fall, he was 19 about 5’11 and had a great body, Mikey was a senior football player, when I was a freshman, so he was 22 stood about 6’1 and had been playing at the local college for the past couple of years. They were carrying five warmer bags filled with pizza, I called the boys over and we helped carry them down to the playroom, mom following, we placed the pizzas on the counter and mom slipped Mikey a tip. I turned to Milo and Mikey “what time you off, because you’d be welcome to come by after and enjoy the celebration” I winked at Mikey, Milo indicated he’d be off around 8 thirty and Mikey said he’d be off around 9 thirty. I informed them that lockdown would occur at between 10:30 and 11 so if they wanted to stay they were welcome, I suggested they bring a change of clothes if they did want to stay. The delivery boys left and mom had already laid out the pizzas and had pulled out about a half dozen 2 liter bottles of soda and set them on the counter. The few guests that had arrived early began gathering plates of pizza and cups of soda. I wandered around mingling with the early crowd, off to the side of the kitchen I spotted a group of guys who were chatting amongst themselves, not really interacting with the rest. I walked over to them and said hi. “oh wow man I hope you don’t mind us showing up , kind of crashing your party, we’ll leave if you want us to” the taller guy closest to me stammered “it’s cool you can stay on one condition” I replied back “I’m Frank, this is Leo, Matt, Sammy, Miles, Todd and Howard” he indicated pointing to each guy as he named them off, I smiled at him and the others “ the condition is that you each meet one new person who you haven’t talked to before and start making new friends”. I pulled the group down the hall away from the kitchen “ now I have seen you all around school and in Marc’s and my classes but you were always so quiet and reserved, Dudes it’s senior year, you guys missed out on a lot of good times with us and our posse” there is a sleep over after the main party ends and the majority of our guest will be departing, but youre welcome to stay after lockdown and get to know everyone you have been too shy to say hello to over the years”, o led them towards the gym showing them around, “this is our home gym, and behind it is where you will find the locker room, bathroom and showers” they all looked a little intimidated but grins were beginning to show on their faces “if you decide you want to stay, I suggest you use the lockers to stow your clothes, at least strip down to your undies, the lockers are easy to use just input a four digit code in then repeat, if it flashes green lights at you can close the door and press the lock mechanism in to lock.” They looked at me with lust, or confusion in their eyes, I hugged each of them then told them to go mingle, the party was just getting started. They were shy but most definitely not unattractive, they were cute in that nerdy sort of way, I had high hopes for them integrating into our group. As I passed the staircase Marc and Jake were coming down, I greeted them each with a hug and a kiss, Jake’s kiss lasted much longer and tongues were involved, I noticed Frank and Leo watching, adjusting their cocks in their pants, it brought a smile to my face. Imspent the next two hours chatting with my friends and acquaintances playing Foose ball and pool, Jake and Andy started playing on the Xbox, several of the guys did light workouts in the gym, the ability to strip down and show off their goods. I noticed the Geek squad had indeed tried to mingle and get to know the other party goers. At quarter past 10 Marcus started letting everyone know the doors close in half an hour. The crowd began to thin as the hour drew near, I went to the locker room and stripped off my shorts and polo shirt and slipped into basketball shorts and a muscle shirt, I noticed the Geek guys had come in and began stripping down, putting their clothes in lockers, here of them were actually wearing Andrew christen jock briefs and the other guys were in Jock straps. Overall, they were hot, and ready to be adventurous 11 o’clock approached and Marcus slid the pocket door across the staircase, thus limiting the noise filtering upstairs, and effectively beginning lockdown. I grabbed my phone and opened the app that controlled the lights and set the lights in the gym, locker room, bathroom and showers to a deep red at like 20 percent, the dim glow made it feel intimate and sleezy. I set the lights in the kitchen and theater a pale purple at 15 percent. I then brought up the security app and turned on all the cameras throughout the playroom. Marcus had changed out of his linen shorts and button-down shirt into a muscle shirt and running shorts. Andy and Jake were finishing up on an Xbox game and soon joined me and Marcus on the recliners; I pulled up our streaming app and switched the televisions to stream from Andy’s laptop. A few of our posse began pulling out the Airbeds from the cabinets and starting the inflate sequence. The first couple videos were light porn, guys kissing and making out, some hand jobs and blowjobs, then the videos were beginning to get into hard core. Guys all around us were making out and stroking each other, a few had gotten into heavier action, my Make out session with Jake had gone from kissing his way down my body and sucking my cock to turning me into the back of the recliner and spreading my ass, rimming my hole, as I looked over the back I could see Ben and Alec spit roasting Danny then Gabe, Eric and Conner had taken Milo and Frank and were plowing their holes while Sammy and Miles were laying under them sucking their cocks. The moans and groans and blissful outcries filled the air, the sounds of fucking from the screen playing in the background. As the witching hour approached the sounds of sex had diminished snd the light snoring of contented boys filled the room, Jake and I moved down to one of the airbeds as most of the guys from the recliners, it was a mass of flesh on the floor, the videos ran out and the projector turned off, casting the room into almost complete darkness. I was soon asleep with Jake as my little spoon. I awoke with my morning wood wedged between Jake’s ass cheeks my precum drooling into his lower back, I felt a hard cock pressing against my ass and looked over to find Milo snuggled next to me, I nibbled Jakes neck and ear until he awoke and whispered in his ear “time to hit the gym sleepyhead, he rolled off the mattress and I followed, we headed into the gym naked, I spread a towel over the universal bench and set it at a incline then slid the pin in for 125 pounds I lay down on the bench, while Jake took to the treadmill setting it fo a 7 minute mile, he began running as I did my set. Jake came over to me after his jog and played with my semi hard cock, lifting my left leg up to expose my ass, I took it and placed it behind my elbow and the bar on the universal, he did the same to my right leg and I found myself curled over, my puffy hole winking at Jake, my cock fell across my face and I took it into my mouth, Jake began sucking on my rosebud and soon got some cream out from the previous night. He spat it back on my hole and slid his cock into the inviting orifice while I sucked about 6 inches down my throat of my own man meat, Jake fucked my hole with a combination of quick short strokes and long slow ones, hitting my prostate on every downward stroke, I was soon gulping down my own jizz as he began shooting his morning load inside my intestines. Being spent and performing for a audience that had gathered Jake pulled out, lowering my legs back to the floor, we both bowed to a round of applause, then headed into the showers rincing down the previous nights spunk and sweat, cleansing each other’s bodies. I reached into my locker and pulled out a tank top, some basketball shorts, a jock strap and shoes and socks, I dressed quickly as did Jake and we headed out to the kitchen where several of the guys were having coffee and chatting, some were still naked, some in undies or jock straps I noticed that the Geek squad had split up and were interacting with a variety of the guys. I clanged a fork on a cup to get everyone’s attention: “ok guys we need to gather up the blankets and toss them in the laundry minecart, and deflate the air beds, those of you who have yet to hit the showers, please break down at least one airbed or gather some blankets before heading in to shower and get dressed, meet me at the staircase in 15 minutes and we’ll head up to the breakfast my mom has laid out” We cleaned up the playroom and gathered at the door to the stairs, I slid it open and we ascended to the main floor. Mom had set out a buffet of scrambled eggs, bacon, pastries, hash brown potatoes, along with juice dispensers filled with iced tea and orange juice. We made up plates and headed out to the deck where tables and chairs were set up, the group ate at various rates some finishing before others and then broke down their folding chairs, placing them against the railing, when everyone had finished, I coordinated passing the table and chairs down to the patio, to be used later during the party. As everyone gathered on the patio I handed out some assignments as we set up for the party, a group of guys set up the tables and chairs on the larger part of the patio while others set up tables for the buffet table, mom pulled out a portable salad bar and I assigned a couple of guys to go into the playroom kitchen to get ice. I sent a large portion of guys to the shed next to the pool house to bring out more tables and chairs, along with another 8 chaise lounges, and four double wide chaise lounges. A group also grabbed a plastic shelving unit and placed it near the pool house entrance, going in to the pool house and grabbing a stack of towels to place on the shelving unit, some also set up the volleyball net, the baskets full of balls and flag football equipment and such. By the time we finished it was just before noon and the yard looked great, ready for the festivities. I walked back to the outdoor kitchen and Mom introduced me to the six caterers she hired from her classes, there was Logan, Pete, Sara, Camden, Kelly, and Paul. Mom informed me they were there until 5 but were told they could stay and enjoy the party if they so desired, the guys were excited about that and two of them had gym bags with a change of casual clothes. I grabbed Logan and had him follow me to the pool house and we stowed the gear in a locker. Then let him get back to work, the four Guy caterers were very good looking and sexy as hell in their black slacks and button-down white shirts and black bow ties. They set up the buffet and Logan took over for dad on the B-B-Q, grilling brats, hamburgers and chicken drumsticks. Logan cooked them to perfection then place them in hotel pans and slid them into a warmer next to the grill. The others set up th salad bar, and the drink stations. Soon it was around one and guest began arriving, I had sent the guys into the playroom letting them get cleaned up and ready for the party shortly after the caterers arrived allowing them time to relax after all the set up. Marcus Andy and I arrived back at the house shortly after mom had started the breakfast buffet, we quickly showered the sweat off of us then dressed for the day, we headed upstairs to the kitchen grabbed a plate of food and headed out to the deck, after scarfing down our food, we helped Mik, who was a great coordinator, keep everyone on task, we got the buffet area ready, got the sandlot area ready for volleyball, set up the ball baskets with volleyballs, badminton equipment, flag football equipment, and set up goal post on the grass. We hauled out all the extra chaise lounges and set them up around the pool, set up a rack of towels and helped Mik in anyway we could. The caterers had arrived and we helped bring out the food and they set it up, Dad was grilling the meat and one of the caterers then took over for him, allowing him to go get ready for the guest. I sent groups of guys in to the playroom and had them clean up and get dressed for the party, they kicked back watching a gay movie on the screen as Andy and I finally came in to shower again and get ready for the party, I slipped on a pair of trunk style speedos and basketball short over them, a nice tank top and Andy slipped on speedo’s and khaki shorts and a loose fitting tee. It was close to 1 and we began hearing voices outside so we started rallying the guys outside, there were a wide assortment of guest, guys from Mik and My teams, people form my dad’s work, associates of my mom’s, non-athletic friends from school, classmates and some people who we had gotten to know over the years as we grew up. We had our posse and a few extras that had recently acquired including the guys who Mik referred to as the Geek squad, they were nerdy but damn they were cute. At 2 o’clock the lunch bell rang and the crowd moved towards the buffet line and grabbed food and drink, we had been spread out throughout the yard, in the pool, playing volleyball or badminton, or running around playing a game of flag football. In all there must have been 150 guests, lunch took a while to get through the double buffet line but it was worth it, the caterers were great and helped keep everything stocked and my libido soaring as they were cute and the bulges indicated they might be fun to play with when they got off at 5. Lunch was cleaned up and most went back to what they had been doing before, at four Mik and I were called to the patio and a sheet cake was brought out with 18 candles on it, happy birthday was sung to us and we blew out the candles, logan the lead caterer cut the cake and the others helped distribute the delicious dessert. An ice cream bar was set up and soon everyone had ice cream and cake. We opened the presents which had been brought, I noticed the caterers had disappeared only to reemerge in plain clothes, shorts and tee or muscle shirts or tank tops, they looked even hotter in sexy garb. After the presents were opened Mom and dad got a couple of the guys to haul it up to the spare room, and the grownups retreated to the house. We got in a couple more games of volleyball and flag football as well as took dips in the pool to cool down on occasion. As dusk approached the crowd thinned out, many of the older guest who were friends of my mom and dad, left the younger crowd to celebrate, the extended family members departed as well, the friends who were not into our scene disappeared and what was left was our core group of friends and a few curious onlookers. As it got darker out the outdoor lights began illuminating and the pool light came on. I lay on a double chaise with Andy, intermittently making out and just generally observing the remaining crowd, several of the guys in the pool had shucked their suits and were skinny dipping, thrashing about playing grab ass, most of the chaise lounges were occupied with guys making out or stroking their members.

want? sure, everyone's a bottom these days, but.... between depression, anti-depressants, high blood pressure meds, age, tina dick, anxiety, etc: gay crushing is experiencing an ED outbreak no one wants to talk about. then there is the increased de-socialization caused by social media, bars closing, etc that the apps feed into. my first month on the apps i foolishly agreed to top several unseen strangers, only to find out face 2 face that something(s) was/were "off" and there was no way i could deliver on my promises. i then changed all my profiles. i may not be an exclusive bottom, but i play one on the apps. 😜

I had another anon encounter with an unexpected ending. Many years ago I was at Spa Excess in Toronto checking out the dark room on the 3rd floor. On the shadows I could see a young tall guy and when he saw me looking at him he said "Hi, how are you?" By his accent I knew he was a Latino guy, which I love because of their uncut cocks. We went to my room and as Latinos do, we fooled around but while chatting. We eventually got into the serious action and he ended up fucking me and giving me his load. I was planning a future trip to his city so we was supposed to take a shower and come back to my room to exchange contact information. But he never came back, because his uncut cock was really nice and knew how to fuck. Months later I was online in South America looking for anon sex, waiting with a hood showing only my eyes. I remember that it was through MS Messenger that a guy contacts me and wanted to drop by. I waited for him with my hood on, sucked his uncut cock and he eventually fucked me and ended up breeding me. He eventually pulled out and lay down to relax, and he asked me to take my hood off. When I did, he sais "You are the Canadian guy from the sauna in Toronto". He stayed that night and fucked me once more before he left. I hadn't recognized him

a really painfully big one for me, but I was so fucking horny and had seen this man several times in a bar - he knew what I wanted and I got it, out back, he sent me this the next day

Love this one: [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/next-level-condom/

Yeah, I've experienced dp... hurts like fuck but such a great hurt! First we're my dad and uncle and neither were small..!

It's fucked me up. I don't leave the house much, but when I do and I meet someone, my brain just assumes he's going to fuck me and it takes me a few minutes to realize that every guy I meet, isn't going to have his way with me. There's been a few times when someone's came to the house and they don't fuck me, now that really throws me for a loop. I'm picturing what his cock is like and what he's doing to do to me, and he's just over to have a beer with my bf or whatever.

As a Catholic seminarian in my late teens and early twenties I serviced plenty of old [banned word] priests in their 70s and 80s

I laughed so hard at this. I'm on anti-depressants and on blood pressure meds. So so so true. I changed my profiles too. In truth I'm a versatile bottom. I do top on occaison. But I absolutely LOATHE being pressured to top. I spend years as an escort with bottoms demanding I fuck them in XYZ position and cum on demand. I hated it on a personal level, although I was fine with it professionally. Now I fuck when the mood strikes me. I only fuck bottoms I want to fuck, and I do it because I genuinely want to cum in them. I say I'm a bottom online though because when I said I'm a versatile bottom, other bottoms started harassing me wanting me to fuck them in the positions they wanted. UGH. No more. Now I mostly top at sex parties when I can tell the bottom what position to get into. And if he doesn't want to do it, then fine. I'm perfectly happy not topping or will find someone else who will comply. I'm not demanding, I just don't enjoy being someone else's top piece of meat in a position that does nothing for me. Especially since it's harder to stay erect than it used to be.

I'm so weary of the fiction that *all* men can *decide* to be versatile. It smacks of "can't you just decide to be straight" to me. There's a big difference between a guy who prefers to bottom vs. a guy who is wired as a bottom. The guy who prefers to bottom, but can top too, has other options and that's awesome (but he still gets to choose). That isn't me. I'm wired as a bottom so my dick isn't the center of my sexuality and penetrating someone doesn't turn me on very often. Trying to penetrate when I'm not into it... Does. Not. Work. The number of times I've been into penetrating someone in the last 30 years can be counted on one hand. The narratives that bottoms are "selfish" and "withholding their dicks" are fallacious and reek of ignorance and unhealthy entitlement. Those narratives ignore or seek to invalidate the bottom's autonomy over their body. What *really* bugs me are the guys that ignore me saying "I don't top", back up on my dick when I can't move away, then get pissed at me when my boner evaporates or I push them off. Firstly, not my choice, not my fault. Second, "forced to penetrate" is a category of rape. I get it, I have a nice dick and plenty of guys want to suck it and have it up their ass. I'd have a lot more sex if I topped, believe me, but I'm just not wired that way. If I could just *decide* to top and it would happen, I would have fucked a lot more ass over the years. I participate fully and play well in groups according to my nature. Asking me to do something I either can't do or don't enjoy because it you expect or want it is not cool with me.

FYI English is not my native language, so will in advanced apologizes for bad English 🙂 I'm a Norwegian submissive cum slut, and these are my stories Part 1 I'm a Norwegian guy in the early thirties. Basically been a cum dump since I started having sex at the age of 16th. I'm a submissive slut with a "no load refuse motto" While i'm writhing the first part, I'm waiting for a 19 year old BBC.... Right now its 05.30 in the morning in Oslo. I'm high on speed and poppers, my ass is filled with cum and I have a big plug inside. It started a few hours ago. I had a deadline for a project tonight at 22.00, been working with it the whole day. Finished at 20.00. The next few days I'm off from work, so I thought why not have a little bit of fun. I knew I would have to go to the library before it closed to print out, sign and scan the project. It closes at 22.00 and I live 10 min away. So was not in a rush. Went to the shower to make sure my ass was clean for fun. Then I snorted some lines of speed before i left for the library. I was able to do what i was supposed to do long before closing time. When i was there i got a text on grindr. He asked if I was up for a quick fuck. He was 200 meters from the Library and asked if like to be fucked in public restrooms. I told him I would be on HC toilet in 3 min, and he could knock 3 times and I would let him in. ... He came, he knocked, I was standing leaning over the toilet in my jockstrap. He fucked me hard and good for 6-7 min before he filled me with cum. Did never see his face. And i dont care about that. Later i went to one of the parks known for cruising in Oslo. Still a little bit cold in Oslo. was only 7 celsius. But got fucked by two guys there as well. Then i went to one of the local gay bars, meet up with some friends. But at got lucky there as well. Now I'm home. Taken a couple more lines with speed and going to take all the cock and take for the next few hours.

He walked over and sat at the other end of the couch facing me. He opened his legs and stroked his hard huge obelisk of a cock. "Massage my balls and finger my perinium please", he said I thought for a second. It seemed safe enough. It's not like he asked me to suck his cock. I crawled over to him and sat between his legs. As I did that he lowered his left leg around my waist and his right leg came up from the ground and around my waist as well locking me in a bit. I started to massage his balls and search for his premium. He quickened his stroking of his mammoth cock. I worked his balls and found his perinium. He "Yeah boy work Daddy's balls and knot", he moaned. I couldn't help but stare at his huge cock. It was gorgeous. It was not just long at least 9" but thick and his veins made it so sexy. His cock head was large too like a plow. Being this close for the first time I noticed there was a hole like a piercing under his cock head. I kept massaging his balls and knot. He kept moaning. "Ahhh yeah. Go ahead and play with my hole baby, please" he moaned. I paused. He wants me to play with his asshole I thought? Isn't he a top? What about his disease? He must've seen me think. "Dan don't worry you can't catch AIDS from rubbing my hole or sticking a finger up it." he said jokingly "Oh yeah I know just never been asked to do that to a guy before. And aren't you a top" i said casually I reached further down and found his hole. He slide back and up to allow easier access. I played with it teasing it and massaging his balls. "Go ahead and stick you finger in", he said "I thought you were a top" I said "Yes I am but it feels good and second a good top knows how to take a dick too once in a while. That's what makes him a good top" Rick said "I don't have any lube near by lets use our cum" Rick said He pointed at the cum on me and his leaking precum. I rubbed my finger in both and then tried to stick it in his ass. He was tight and I didn't want to hurt him. "Go ahead don't worry just stick in easy. Slowly" Rick said looking at me I slowly pushed in and my finger went. He let out a moan. I pushed my finger in deeper. "Swirl it around and pushed it deep and hook it back to you" he moaned I did just that. It felt tight and wet and warm, like a pussy. It reminded me this first time I fingered Jane. Rick kept moaning and stroking his cock and playing with his nipples, all the while his eyes locked on me. I love the way he looked at me. It made me feel safe, loved, beautiful, sexy and that he was in caring control. As I hooked my finger back, he let out a deep moan. "Ohhh yeah do it baby do it for Daddy", he yelled My fingers went into overdrive, I worked his sweet spot and his balls. After another 20 seconds, he yelled. "Ughhhhhhhh here it comes", he moaned My eyes left his and focused on his huge hard cock. I was focused on it. He was slowly pumping not fast or erratic and his precum was just oozing out and then a small spurt of this cream popped, then a spray of drops all over, then large spurts came shooting out of his hot cum. I felt his ass squeeze hard around my finger as he orgasmed.

His manipulation of my perineum and his hand sliding over my hole sent me into overdrive, and I could feel his fingernail scrape almost tease my hole. "Ohh Daddy I can't hold off much longer" I said. My body was starting to thrash as i was trying not to cum. "No not yet" he said sternly "Daddy please let me cum I begged. Please babe please , oh Daddy please", I begged "No. Hold", he said What felt like minutes went buy. "Keep jacking off don't stop" , he said I started to slow down as i was so close "Hold" he commanded I was going to scream soon, it was too much. Calmly he leaned back down to my ear and said, "Come now for me boy. Shoot your huge load of cum for your Daddy." My brain paused and thought that was strange choice of words but I was so pent up and didn't care, I just thought I was glad he let me cum. As if the command came from on high, my body instantly reacted and I shot. At first it was small spray that went all over then it hit, spurt after spurt in streams shot high reaching my face. Rick leaned down and took one of the spurts in his mouth. He kept playing with my nipples, pulling them, teasing them, twisting them causing pleasure and light pain. I kept pumping my cock and playing with that knot under my balls. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I shot cum all over my face, chest and stomach. I think it was 8 or more spurts. I slowed down on stroking my cock and stopped rubbing my perineum. More cum just oozed from my cock. I was covered in my cum. It took me a while to calm down.

It was a normal night. A hot, muggy Friday summer night, 11:00 PM. I was walking from my apartment to The Machine Shop, my favorite sleaze bar. A good night to have a few drinks, see some friends and fuck a hot cumdump or three. Suddenly, I heard noises from behind a dumpster in the alley I was pa. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and slowed down, pausing in front of the entrance to the alley. I listened more carefully and heard a moan and some panting. I stopped and listened more carefully and could hear someone whisper “breed me, dude. Give me your load.” The rhythmic slap slap got a little louder and the panting got faster and then the slap slap stopped and there was a grunt. Someone was getting what he asked for. A minute later a guy walked out from behind the dumpster zipping up his shorts. He was a handsome, bearded, middle aged dad-bod guy and he just smirked at me and laughed. “Pretty sure he won’t say no to another load.” He walked past me and out of sight. I went into the alley and behind the dumpster was quite a sight. A cute, short, very furry blonde boy with a buzz cut took his shorts, which were hanging from the dumpster, and was halfway to putting them on when he saw me. “You wanna fuck me too, man? $25 in my ass, $15 in my mouth. I take all loads. Raw only.” He stared at me, impassively, with big saucer eyes (somebody had clearly been partying) and stood there, waiting for an answer, holding his shorts. I don’t normally pay for sex. I don’t have to. I’m a pretty hot Daddy if I do say so myself, 45, 5’7, 200 lbs, solid muscle with some padding, covered in fur, trim beard, big hairy ass, and a big fat uncut cock that has the boys I like begging Daddy to fuck them. But this kid’s matter of fact demeanor and sexy face intrigued me, plus I have a hard time turning down a sloppy hole. I got a glimpse of his big ass covered in blonde fur, which is something that really turns me on. “Sure,” I said. “But not here. It smells and it’s hot. I just live a few blocks away. Come. Now, faggot.” I turned and left the alley without waiting to see if he was following me. I knew he would. He looked just a little desperate and I figured he could probably use a shower. He called out “hey, dude, wait up.” I stopped walking and waited for him to catch up to me. He wasn’t more than 5’3” but had a very large, sexy ass that looked like it could be plowed for hours. I intended to find out. We didn’t speak on the short walk back to my apartment. One of the reasons I chose the apartment was that it was a sleazier part of town and close to my favorite bar. I could dip out on a Wednesday night, have a beer, chat with friends, load up a cumdump with daddy issues and make it home in an hour if I wanted to. I opened the front door of the building and ushered my boy whore into the lobby. We walked past the security guard, Josh, who smirked. He was a hot beefy, young queer student who was usually sitting there studying physics or chemistry. He’d seen me walk in with enough sluts to know what was going on. Once in a while he and I hooked up after his shift was over at midnight. A couple of times I invited him up to my apartment to fuck some slut I brought home from the bar. He had a nice fat cock and a big ass that I loved eating while he was fucking some pig. He still hadn’t let me fuck him yet, but I knew it was just a matter of time. Josh smiled at the whore and he motioned to me to text him. I smiled and nodded. The boy and I entered the elevator. I could smell him from a few feet away. He didn’t smell sour, just a bit ripe from being outside and I could smell the cum that was slowly dripping down his leg and into his sock. We got off the elevator at my floor and I walked out without looking at the whore. I still hadn’t said anything to him since I ordered him to follow me. This was making him increasingly nervous and he started to try to make conversation. I cut him off and said “Stop talking now, boy.” I opened the apartment door and he abruptly stopped speaking and relaxed. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. I’m gonna fuck you. Then I’m gonna fuck you some more. Then we’ll see what happens. OK?” I smiled at him and motioned for him to come to me. Just inside the door, I pulled him close and started to kiss him on the mouth, first gently, then increasingly hard. I pulled away from him and slapped him across the face. He flinched and his cheek quickly reddened. “What’s your name, Sir?” “My name’s Jake. But you can call me Daddy or Sir if that turns you on. What’s your name, whore?” He smiled and said “Adam, sir. But you can call me whore if you want. It’s the truth and I love it.” “Good whore. Take off your clothes. Leave your jockstrap on. What’s in the bag?” “Just some supplies, Sir. It’s how I make a living.” Ah. The little whore also dealt drugs. This was going to be fun. “How old are you, boy?” “Just 20, Sir.” “Good. Daddy likes corrupting the youth of America.” He laughed and said “I’ve been corrupted for a few years now. I spent half of high school as the hockey and baseball teams cumdump.” I laughed along with him and reached around to his big furry ass. I could feel the cum dripping out of his hole. “How many tricks have you turned today?” “Four, plus the guy in the alley. They all bred my cunt. I saw some regulars this afternoon. I was on my way to the Machine Shop to have a few drinks and meet up with some friends.” “Good, faggot. Nice to know you’re already pre-lubed.” He slightly blushed and I led him to my spare room, set up as a playroom. I walked over to the small fridge and handed him a bottle of water. “Drink it, boy. Stay hydrated. How long you been partying?” “Just since noon, today.” “Good, let’s get you spun back up and put some more loads in your cunt, son. Sound like a plan?” He smiled and said “yes, SIR!,” and proceeded to pull a loaded pipe from a padded, zippered pouch in his bag. He heated up the bowl and took a huge hit off it. This boy was a pro. He motioned me over to take the shotgun. I pulled it in and we passed it back and forth before we did 5 or 6 more huge hits. I had already popped a Cialis so I would be able to keep fucking the boy as long as I wanted. After the last hit I shoved a fat buttplug in his cunt and sent the boy into the bathroom to shower, warning him not to let any of his tricks’ cum out of his ass. “I wanna eat some of that out of your cunt and definitely want to use it to lube up my cock” He grinned and said “yes, sir!” I showed him where the towels were and went back to the playroom, lowered the lights, turned some sleazy gang bang porn on the huge TV on the wall and heard my phone buzz. It was Josh, the security guard, texting me. “That boy is hot as fuck. Any chance you wanna share him?” I knew this was going to be good. Maybe this was my chance to get Josh spun and fuck him too. He was also pretty young, just 21 and finishing his college degree at the local university. He had played football and hockey in high school and had that beefy body they often did. He was about 5’8” and probably weighed around 180. Completely smooth except for his dark hairy legs and bush with a fat cut dick and a big ass that just begged for daddy cock. He thought he was a top. I planned on turning him into a switch. I had never partied with Josh before, but figured I’d offer it to him and see what he did. He could always say no or leave, his choice. But I had a feeling that once he saw Adam’s ass, his cock would be hard, tina or no. I looked at the time. It was 11:45 and Josh’s shift would be ending soon. I smiled and responded to his text “The boy is in the shower. Come up when you’re done. I’ll leave the door unlocked. I’ll leave you a boner pill on the counter.” He just responded with a big happy face emoji. I walked out to the counter in the kitchen and left the yellow, oval shaped pill on the counter with a glass of water. My cock was rock hard, knowing I was about to get a twofer. T-15 minutes.