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Rolling around in bed I was hard as a rock and had that familiar feeling that life would be better if I had a thick cock inside me. My girlfriend was out of town and I had no plans for the night. I'd been playing with boys for years but had taken a bit of a break until recently. Once I started giving it up to horny gay boys I found a fire inside me that was endlessly hungry. So every time she was out of town for work I'd hop online and try to find a match. And so far she'd been none the wiser and I'd been having a great time. No harm, right? Tonight would be no different, I convinced myself, as I rolled over to grab my phone. What she also didn't know was that I'd been slipping up lately and going raw. Before I was in a relationship I always played raw, on prep. Since dating I'd gotten off prep and not given it much more thought. But I didn't play all that much so it didn't seem worth the trouble and potential explaining. Hard as a rock and very much in heat I began scrolling through profiles, looking for a top to play with me. Before long I found one nearby, online. His profile name was just a scorpion, no photo. Kinda odd, kinda hot I thought. Didn't think much of it. His profile was pretty sparse except for some stats (that fit my desires) and one line "Say the word and I'll make you mine". Why not. I messaged him. "horny af here, need a top to make me his tonight. i'm hosting." added a sexy photo and sent it. Waited, waited. Nothing. Fuck. Started scrolling again when a message popped in "i bet you do. send location. be naked and ready to fuck, boy" with a photo of his hard, thick cock. I didn't hesitate. I was rushing around with anxious energy getting my place tidy and stripping when i heard a knock at the door. I let him in. Tall, dark, handsome. Yum. He glanced me up and down and said "oh look at you. you're ready for it aren't you?". I nodded silently as he closed the door and began undressing. That's when I noticed the large scorpion tattoo on his chest. "you really like scorpions huh?" I asked shyly. He smirked and just replied "sure man". Feeling a little embarrassed I didn't press it further. Almost like he could sense my trepidation, he moved quickly towards me and kissed me. I melted in his arms right away. Things moved quickly to my bed, his body pressed against me, his hands exploring my body, his cock rock hard pressing against my bare ass. I was in heaven already. "you like it raw?" he moaned softly in my ear. I nodded vigorous. "good boy, im going to give it all to you". I moaned loud as he spread my legs. He slowly worked my hole, loosening me up, all the while driving me insane. By the time he had the tip in I was pulling him in deeper with my legs, begging for his cock. Fuck the lube, fuck the foreplay. I cant wait, I need it bad. He did his work well. That smirk plastered on his face as he gave me what I wanted, pushing deeper, and deeper. Finally buried deep inside me, he leaned in and started kissing me, moving from my lips to my neck. All the while pumping slowly in and out of me like his little fuck doll. I'm sure it wasn't lost on him how desperate I was for this. How bad I yearned for his cock every time he pulled back. "Mmm you love it boy. You ready for me to go harder", to which I simply replied "fuck me", sealing my fate. I didn't mind the lubeless pain. I just wanted him to fuck me. With this he started pounding me, his mouth still locked on my neck. Teeth digging in. I could feel the pain and suddenly had a little sense when I cried out softly "you'll leave a mark!". He paused his attack of my vulnerable neck only long enough to growl in my ear "more than one, I think". My body couldn't resist him so i gave in, letting him bite me hard as he plunged deep into me. "fuck it, you're ready" he said, pulling all the way out - to my great dismay. He commanded me to flip over, pulling my ass back towards him and without warning plunged right back in, knocking the air out of me. He pounded me deep and I could feel he was getting close. I didn't care. I was moaning like a whore. I wanted his load so bad. Needed it now. So did what any good bottom should and begged. He let out a dry laugh and grunted "you were never getting away" and pushed deep and shot it inside me. The feeling of his big hot load exploding in me was enough to send me over the edge into a shaking orgasm, wasting my cum all over the sheets. Panting, sweating, his cock still pulsing inside me, we laid there recovering for a few minutes. I asked him if he wanted to stick around and go again, but he had to head out. "I'll check back with you soon, and if you still need more I'll come pound a few more into you boy" and out the door he went. I was a bit puzzled by this, but I'd gotten what I wanted. I spent the rest of the evening jerking off while his cum leaked slowly out of me. Fell asleep still loaded with cum. Perfect. The next morning I woke up and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, one big hot hickey planted on my neck. It was only then his words rang back in my mind "more than one, I think". Glancing around my neck I didn't see any though. I wonder what that meant...and how I'll explain this hickey to my girlfriend...

Part 2 ======== It has been about two weeks. my girlfriend returned shortly after my last rendezvous with scorpion boy and immediately noticed the hickey, despite my feeble attempts to disguise it, dumped me and moved out. Since then I'd been fucked a few times, all bare, exploring my new freedom and an intense bout of lust I could not explain. Once again I found myself home alone, horny, and surfing apps for a playmate. That's when I saw his message. "Still looking, huh? I know you're missing my cock. No one around here is going to compare. Let me know when you're ready to admit what you need" with a little scorpion emoji. I was immediately hard and ashamed to admit he was right. I'd been daydreaming of that fuck but he'd been offline and hadn't replied to my last short but needy message of "hey are you around?". I found myself dry humping my sheets and I realized there was not point resisting this. Messaged him back, trying to be cool "I'm free. Want to come by?". Long delay. Finally he replies "Do as you're told." I sighed in frustration, but felt my cock twitch. I liked being put in my place and it seemed he remembered this. I wrote back "I need your cock, please." He went offline. Fuck. I was doing some dishes, still half hard, when i heard a knock at the door. To my surprise it was him. He came in and greeted me with a kiss and a smack on my butt. "I knew I'd be back here. Your little peach is so needy." I blushed. He asked how I'd been feeling and what I'd been up to, more small chat than last time I thought. I admitted I'd been a little tired but also incredibly horny. He grinned and said "I bet you have. Let's do something about that, shall we?" I was already hard and wet when he started undressing me, playing with my body, taking his time. He treated me differently too, putting obvious time and effort into my pleasure as much as his. Over the course of the late afternoon and evening he fucked three loads into me, making me beg for his cum each time - which I did lustfully and without hesitation. Fucking in different positions...hard, slow and deep. He left me dripping with cum. After the third round, still inside me and leaking cum, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear "that should do it my little slut, now to let nature take it's course." And as quickly as he'd arrived he was out the door. Leaving me aching, exhausted, and full of his cum. Wondering what he meant about nature taking it's course. I let it drift out of my mind as I fell asleep.

I walked along the balcony of the second floor of the motel. It was a nice place...older, but not seedy. There were about 50 rooms, and it had a pool. I knocked on the door of room 37, and Kyle opened it to let me in. He had a big smile on his face, showing off those dimples that made me melt. We had met almost 2 years ago in an online chat room for older men seeking younger men. At the time he was 48 and I was 25, and we were both excited by the age gap, nevermind that we also hit it off really well. We had similar kinks and fetishes, and the sex was amazing. He also loved our size difference, since he was 6'4" and I was 5'7" and all of 130 pounds. He said he loved "wearing" me on his cock, and loved to talk dirty while we fucked. I even let him arrange a few 3ways because he said he loved watching other guys fuck me. I had wanted to try 3ways, but never had any until after I met Kyle. And since I was on prep, I didn't worry too much that the other top was a stranger. I asked him once if he ever asked the other tops if they were HIV poz, and he said, "sometimes. But you're on prep anyway." I still worried about him because I know he forgets to take pills and vitamins, and worried he would miss a dose or two. Once, while we were spooning after sex, he whispered that it was hot to think that one of the thirds might be poz. I shrugged it off since I was on prep, but he kept bringing it up, that it would be hot to watch poz guys fuck me. It obviously turned him on, and I started to think about it more and more. Then there was the time he confessed, afterwards, that the other top WAS poz. He didnt bother to mention it because we were both taking meds, but he admitted to being more turned on than ever watching a poz guy fuck me...even if there was no real risk. Hearing his confession surprised me a little, but not as much as how hard I got as I processed his secret. But that was almost a year ago now. Today was his birthday, and this was his party. There was a small sheet cake on the table with his name written on it, and a few un-lit candles. Also a pint of melting ice cream, a case of beer, and a couple brown bottles of Amyl. My gaze drifted across the HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner and balloon arrangement, then bounced across the faces of the other party guests with a passive smile and a friendly nod. Seven men smiled back at me, a couple tipping their beers to me as they did so. Seven men around Kyle's age, some with dad-bods. Seven men I had never met before, but who were all a part of my birthday present to Kyle. We cut the birthday cake and sang, then mingled a bit as we ate standing. They all knew I was Kyle's boyfriend, but only a couple knew my name. I didn't ask any of their names, and none of them offered it. When everyone had finished their cake, and a couple of the men lit cigarettes, I introduced myself. "Thank you guys for coming to Kyle's party, this is an important birthday for him. I know we've never met but I'm Kyle's boyfriend Scott." They smiled and nodded, and a couple mumbled, "Hi, Scott." I continued. "I gave Kyle complete control over the guest list as part of my birthday present." Kyle stood by with his arms folded, smiling knowingly. "This year, for Kyle's birthday, I am giving him my serostatus." There was silence for a moment, and then some of the men nodded.

Chapter 1 – Free Ride Walt was waiting patiently for his younger brother to stop by. He knew the routine with Ray. Walt was pretty successful at his job but really made his money with his side hustle. He was a successful dealer of all sorts. A latino gay man in his late 20’s with an average frame. He stands at a height of 5’ 11”. At 19 years old, his younger brother Ray was naturally skinny in an athletic way. Standing 5’ 9”, he looked like a normal guy. No one would guess that Ray was successful at being a low life junkie that couch surfed where he could. Opposite ends of the using continuum from his brother. Walt was able to know his limits and when to call it a day. Ray used as much and as often as he could, always chasing that next high. This was the usual time of the month where Walt found that his brother would come by to make small talk and then ask for some pills or tina to help him out. Walt was just about sick of his brother using the “family card” to get free shit. This time he was going to have to earn his high. Walt was going to make his straight brother choose his self pride or chase the high to give up a hole or two. Walt hoped that his brother would have the dignity to say no to his proposition but he also knows that Tina has a big grip on his brother. Either way, Walt had saved up a weeks load in his balls incase his brother chose the drugs. Like clockwork, Ray showed up on the last Saturday of the month at 6pm on the dot. A ring of the doorbell let Walt know his guest was there. He opened the door and gave his younger brother a quick glance up and down. Ray walked in and gave his brother a hug. R: Hey bro, it’s good to see you again. I hope you don’t mind that I stopped by today. W: No problem man. I have the night free so I was just going to chill at home. Come sit down on the couch. Can I get you something to drink? R: Do you have a beer back there? W: No on the beer I’m afraid. I do have the next best thing though. Walt disappeared into the kitchen and emerged with 2 glasses of coke. W: Who needs beer when I have some G. Watch out though, this batch is killer strong. Ray took the drink and started to down it. The speed at which he drank let Walt know he was already feeling bad without anything in his system. R: Hey, do you think I could catch a quick shower. I’ve been walking around a lot today. W: Sure, go ahead. I’ll jump in myself after you. Ray got up off the couch and goes through his backpack. he picks out a pair of presumably clean underwear. He walked over to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and closed the door. Walt took the time to set the scene for his brother. He took out a pipe and torch and placed them on the coffee table in front of the couch. He went over to one of his stash spots and pulled out some pills and a baggie of big shards. He left the pills on the table with his glass of coke and g. He knew his brother would see them right away. Walt packed his pipe and picked up the torch. He melted the shard and took a big hit. He took a few more hits leaving the pipe with one, maybe two good hits. He placed it down on the table. He blew out his cloud and hid the current baggie of Tina. He walked over to the bathroom. He opens the door just as his brother was coming out of the shower. They shared a room together when they lived at home so walking in on each other in various states of undress was normal for them. Ray put on a pair of boxers that he brought with him and walked out to the living room. Walt jumped in the shower. He kept thinking of his brothers round ass and started to chub up a bit. He changes the water to cold to calm himself own. W: All in good time. Chapter 2 – Getting despirate Ray walked out to the living room and sat down at the couch in his boxers. This was his brother’s pad so he felt comfortable enough. He had taken a quick shower so that the steam wouldn’t get him lightheaded when the G kicked in. He glances down at the coffee table and spots the random pills. He thought fuck-it! and threw the 2 mystery pills into his mouth. He picked up his brother’s glass with the spiked soda and downed that too. He picked up the pipe laid down before him and turned on the torch. He heated the bowl of the pipe until the white smoke started to accumulate. He took a huge rip and blew out a large cloud. R: There we go. Ray immediately torched the bowl again and took another big hit. He held onto it and then released. He looked at the empty bowl and though time for a refill. He laid back on the couch and waited for his brother. As he lay there sitting on the couch, the G was starting to kick in and relaxed his posture. He pulled out his phone and started watching some straight porn. He was so into the video that he didn’t hear his older brother reenter the room. Walt walked into the room in just a pair of his own boxers. And why not, it was his home after all. His brother was the one making himself at home without any fuss. Walt walked over and sat right next to his brother. Ray woke from his fixation and greeted his brother. They started laughing at the porn on the phone and making stupid comments about the overacting. Ray was really feeling like he was stuck in the couch. The G was strong after all. Walt noticed his brother in this state and reached down under the couch where he stashed his baggie of shards. W: looks like you overshot the mark with the G. Here, this should help balance you out. Walt packed the bowl, took his hit, and handed it to his brother. The brothers passed the pipe back and forth a bit until it was empty again. Walt knew his brother. He knew what level of high he was at and it was barely off the ground. Walt packed another bowl. Hitting it and passing to his broher, he said: W: Okay this is it man. That’s all I can smoke up. The rest I have to sell. Ray took his hit and started to worry. He took 2 more hits before passing it back to Walt. R: What if I paid for some more? W: How much cash do you have? R: No, I only have like 20. W: that ain’t going to get you much bro. Sorry but I have to put on my dealer hat on this. This is business. Even for family. Ray took the last hit off the pipe and held it in as long as he could. He released the cloud and stared at his brother defeated. R: What do you bargain with other guys? I’m pretty desperate. Come on bro, I’ll do anything. Walt felt the lightbulb go off in his head. Bingo Chapter 3 – I’ll Do Anything R: What would you have anyone else do to score some T? John Doe comes up to you and is in this predicament. What do you bargain with him? W: I don’t know that you are that desperate. I don’t know. Ray lowered his head in shame. R: I’ll suck on it. Walt saw his defeated brother and he licked his lips. W: What was that? R: I’ll suck you off if I can smoke more. I really need it. W: You want my cock? My cock for some more tina? Is that it? R: I guess. W: okay … I’ll bring the party if your gonna play. You’re gonna be my tina whore tonight? R: Yes. If I have to. Walt stands up and grabs the pipe and refills with a big shard. He lights it up and blows out a white cloud toward his brother. W: Well, first off, drop those boxers. I like my boys to be naked. And come over hear on your knees and show me you really mean it. Once I know you are serious, I’ll get you fucked up. Ray drops his underwear and walks over a few steps to his older brother’s front. He gets down on his knees and pulls the underwear off his brother. He gets an inch from the dick in front of him. R: I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know… W: I’ll bring the party if you bring the play. Now go on now, start things off. Ray opens up and takes the dickhead in mouth. Walt feels the warmth of a new recruit. He feels his dick starting to grow in his brother’s mouth. W: yeah, good boy. Yeah suck that growing dick. Walt’s dick started to get hard but stayed at half full. He hands the pipe down to his brother. W: Here you go, smoke up a bit. I want you to take two hits. On the third, get back to sucking me off. I wanna see clouds around my dick. The sound of the torch starting up fills the room. One hit, two hits, and number three. The mouth returns to Walt’s semi hard dick. Walk looks down as the smoke flows from the boy’s mouth around his dick. This is just what he needed to get to fully hard. The younger brother pulls away and torch hits the pipe again. Four more huge hits with more and more dick in his throat. Walt is now thrusting straight into Ray’s throat. Now, Walt had heard through the grapevine that his brother has sucked a dick for tina before but he was surprised he was able to deepthroat his thick 8 inches. He was fucking the throat and watching the smoke come out of the boy’s nose and corners of his mouth. Only the occasional cough and gag betrayed how new Ray was to sucking big dick. Walt picks the boy up and throws him toward the couch. Chapter 4 – Head Down Ass Up W: Get on your knees with your ass towards me. Ray obeyed and got on his knees. R: oh, hey. I don’t know about this. This might be a little too much. Walt just reloaded the pipe and handed it over to Ray. Not one to deny a loaded pipe, Ray withdrew his protests and bent over the couch and started to hit the pipe. He drew in a large hit and was about to release when he felt something wet press against his asshole. He moaned as the smoke escaped his mouth. Walt used his tongue to attack Ray’s twitching hole. He ate out that boy’s hole like it was his last meal. Walt pulled back a moment and looked at the glistening hole before him. He pushed two fingers into the straight boy hole as he took in another hit. Moans filled the air as Ray was finger fucked by two fingers. More spit and three fingers were now in the boy hole, stretching it open. The next big hit from the pipe allowed Walt to push in four fingers. The hole barely let them in but four fingers were in. This made the boy try to reach behind himself to pull the fingers out. Walt reached under the boy an found Ray’s dick hard as can be. W: I see that you found my pills. Thought you might. Fucking whore. Walt pulled his fingers out and pushed up against the boy’s ass. His cock rubbing against the line between the cheeks. Precum wet the ass crack as he thrusted against the boy. Ray began to panic when he felt his brother’s head at the entrance to his hole. His mind was screaming no but his quivering asshole was begging for something more than fingers. Ray wasn’t that stupid. He knew that to get fucked when high was an experience. A lot of guys love it. He just never thought it was something he would do. As if he knew what Ray was thinking, he thrust in and the tip pushed inside Ray. R: OMG, fuck that’s thick. W: that’s only my head. It’s not even at the thick part yet. Walt pulls out and reached under the couch again. This time he pulls out a bottle of laced lube. He quickly fingers some into his brother before he has time to change his mind. Walt places his dickhead at the entrance right as Ray starts complaining about the burning inside of him from the lube. Walt thrusts in and gets the head back in. He thrusts again and gets halfway inside of Ray. R: fuuuuuuuuuck W. I know. I know. It’s almost in there. A third thrust pushes him all the way in. Ray can feel his brothers balls against his ass crack. R: fuuuuuuuuck W: I’m gonna leave it there a moment so you can get used to it inside of you. Walt reaches around to his brother’s chest. He touches his nipples and squeezes them slightly. This sends jolts throughout Ray’s body causing him to push back against the dick. He didn’t think he could get more dick inside of him but it felt like an extra inch was pushed inside of him. Walt continued to play with Ray’s nipples and the boy began to pull away and push back into his brother’s dick. W: Yeah, that’s right. Fuck yourself on my dick. Milk my seed right out of me. Ray continued to fuck himself on his big brother’s dick. It did not take long for the huge load to be worked up and finally shot up into his younger brother. W: yeaaahhhhh. Walt pulled out of the whore he just filled with his sperm. Ray was still head down ass up on the couch. Walt walked away and came back with his phone. Ray couldn’t see it but he heard the camera sound coming from behind him. Walt was taking pictures of him bent over, showing off his cum filled ass. R: Hey, what the fuck are you doing? W: Just needed a picture to get my friend over here. R: Okay let me get dressed and I’ll head out. W: oh no, you’re not leaving. Get some rest. I’m treating you like any other whore that gets seeded for drugs. The homies want a taste too. R: I don’t know about this. I’m pretty high now. this was fun and all that but I don’t know about someone else seeing me like this. W: you fucking junkie whore. You never have enough. You’ll stay and you’ll like it. I told you I was going to bring the party. Don’t worry you have some time to rest. Walt walks back to the kitchen and come back with another glass of coke and G. W: here, this will calm you down some and help you rest for a bit. Ray takes the drink and gulps it down. This time the taste was more bitter than last time. W: Come follow me. He gets up and follows Walt into the bedroom. Once inside, Ray was guided to the edge of the bed with his untouched dick standing straight up against just under his belly button. Walt turns on the tv and connects it to his laptop. He starts playing porn and Ray starts jerking off without even thinking. Just a natural response to being so tweaked out. While Ray is busy with a video of two men double teaming a twink, and jerking off, Walt gets on his phone and sends out a few texts. He gets someone to answer back immediately. His friend loved the pic of the used hole. Walt tells him to head over. After a short while, the G starts to kick in and Ray sinks back into the bed. He lays back and blacks out.

Let me tell you a little story about those two boys; they invited me for a "fishing trip," and I believed them. Jack and Ryan were the kind of sophomores every freshman notices: easy laughs, sun-browned arms, always together. I’d been finding excuses to sit near them in the dining hall all semester. Fortunately for me, Ryan sucked at chemistry, and that gave me my in. After a while we became friends, and one day they invited me up to the lake for the long weekend. My stomach flipped so hard I almost said no from pure nerves. Fortunately, I had the balls to say yes. The weekend away with Jack and Ryan felt different from the start. This was a chance to escape the concrete hum of the dorms for the quiet rhythm of water and the woods. The three of us piled into Jack's truck, the bed filled with the sharp, clean scent of new gear and the promise of a weekend unscripted. We arrived at dusk, built a fire, the water a bruised mirror of the sky. Setting up camp was a comfortable dance, our movements syncing in the fading light, a silent collaboration. The tent was big enough for three sleeping bags side-by-side, and I silently pretended that was normal. As the fire settled into a crackling heart of orange and red, Ryan (the one in the white shirt) produced a bottle of whiskey. Its warmth, a slow burn spreading through my chest. Jack, ever the pragmatist, followed with a cooler of Pabst Blue Ribbon, the sweat on the cans beading like morning dew. The conversation grew looser, the laughter easier, punctuated by the hiss of cans being opened and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. Everything felt normal until it didn’t. It was Jack who broke the spell of camaraderie. He stood up, stretched, and without a word of excuse, turned his back to the fire and pissed right in front of me. He didn't turn away in embarrassment, or even make an attempt at being private. He just walked a few feet from the firelight, his movements relaxed and open. There was no aggression in it, only a simple, animal honesty. I watched, not with shock, but with a sense of wonder at his comfort in his own skin. Ryan noticed. He was always noticing me, but his look wasn't calculating; it was gentle, questioning. He rose and joined his brother, and in that moment, it felt like they were inviting me into their world, a world without pretense. Their silhouettes framed by the firelight tempted me like never before. An unspoken challenge hung in the air, thick as the smoke. I don’t remember deciding to stand, only that I was on my feet. My hands trembled on my zipper. I couldn't go, not with them watching. "It's okay," Ryan murmured. "Just breathe." Jack reached over, his fingers brushing my arm. The touch was so light it was almost a question. Something deep inside me unclenched. The sound that came out was a sigh, followed by the steady hiss of my piss hitting the ground. It was the most liberating moment of my uptight life. It felt stupidly intimate, the three of us in the dark. The sound of it loud, as it sprayed against the leaves. When I finished, Ryan stepped closer, his hand finding mine. His skin was warm, his grip firm. He guided my hand down, placing it on his cock. A current ran through me, a jolt of pure, terrifying exhilaration. Jack moved to my other side, his fingers tracing the line of my spine. The firelight danced on the skin of our legs, turning us into creatures of shadow and flame. Jack began to stroke me, his touch clinical, detached, and my body betrayed me, hardening under his expert manipulation. They knew. They had known all along. My pants felt heavy, useless, and they pooled at my ankles without a thought. I sank to my knees, not from desire, but from the sheer weight of their will. It was easier to submit than to fight. When Ryan put his cock in my mouth, it was an act of possession which I relished. Tasting salt and fire smoke, the raw, unvarnished truth of the moment. A small brown bottle appeared under my nose, Ryan's voice a low murmur, "Breathe." The sharp chemical scent cleared my head, sharpening every sensation until all that was left was the fire, the earth, and the three of us. The little brown bottle was a tool, a chemical key to unlock the final door of my resistance, to ensure I was pliant and willing for whatever came next. The world narrowed to a pinprick of light, the sounds of the night fading into a dull roar. I was an instrument, and they were the players. I answered by curling my fingers around him, feeling him respond to my touch. Jack knelt beside me, his hands stroking my hair, his lips peppering my neck with soft kisses as I took Ryan deeper into my throat. It wasn't a performance; it was exploration. It was an embrace, pure and simple. It was an act of my surrender to a feeling, not a force. Again the bottle was offered to me, this time without pressure, a suggestion to "make it feel even better," and the rush was a wave of pure sensation that washed away any lingering self-doubt. Choking on Ryan's cock with tears pooling around my eyes, Jack found my hole and started to probe. My moans betrayed me as they grew louder with his continuing advance into me. With a subtle command from Ryan motioning me to rise, the three of us moved together toward the tent, leaving our clothes behind like discarded inhibitions, breadcrumbs to our night. The zipper of the tent had barely closed behind me before Ryan pushed me down onto the sleeping bags, the chemical rush from the bottle still burning through my veins like liquid fire. My head spun in the best way—every heartbeat throbbing in my cock, every one of my nerves screaming for more. Jack was already on his knees behind me, spreading my cheeks with rough hands. I felt the cool night air hit my hole for only a second before his tongue was there—hot, wet, relentless—rimming me like he’d been starving for it. I moaned around Ryan’s cock, the sound muffled and filthy, drool running down my chin as Ryan fucked my throat, slow and deep. “Fuck, he tastes so good bro,” Jack muttered, his fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me down until my nose pressed against his brother's pubes. The smell of whiskey, sweat, and smoke still clung to all three of us, mixing with the sharp tang of sex in the confined space. Jack pulled back just long enough to spit on my hole, then he slid two fingers in without warning. I bucked hard, choking on Ryan’s cock, but Ryan only laughed low and held me down, forcing me further into my natural desires of submission to them. The brown bottle appeared again—Ryan uncapped it and held it under my nose while Jack worked a third finger inside me. “Deep breath, freshman.” I inhaled hard. The rush hit like a ton of bricks, my hole relaxed instantly, greedy and open. I pushed back against Jack’s hand, like a slut in heat. Jack didn’t make me wait long. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. I withdrew my mouth from Ryan's cock, looked back at Jack, and said, "No, man, I want to feel you fuck me." Jack smiled as he slicked up his cock with lube. Then the pressure—thick, blunt, perfect. Jack’s cockhead breaching me, stretching me further open inch by slow inch while Ryan fucked my face in rhythm. I was stuffed from both ends, helpless and drooling and loving every second of it. Like the faggot I always jerked off to being one day. They took turns after that. Jack pounding my ass until I saw stars, Ryan choking me on his cock until tears ran down my face, then switching—Ryan’s thicker cock splitting me open while Jack fed me his balls, making me lick and suck, worship them like the needy little faggot I’d just discovered I was for them. At some point they flipped me onto my back. Ryan folded me in half, knees to my chest, and slammed in so deep I felt him in my throat. Jack straddled my face, grinding his sweaty ass down onto my tongue while teasing the head of my leaking cock in time with Ryan’s thrusts. I came first—hands-free, untouched, just from Ryan’s dick nailing my prostate and Jack’s hole smothering me. My orgasm ripped through me like a seizure, cum splattering across my stomach and chest in thick ropes while both of them laughed and called me their “freshman faggot slut.” They didn’t stop. Ryan pulled out and shot across my face, thick streaks painting my lips and cheeks like a cheap whore. Jack followed seconds later, adding his load to the mess, marking me inside and out. I lay there wrecked and trembling, covered in cum and sweat, while they kissed lazily above me—tongues tangling, hands roaming, like they’d done this a hundred times before. Eventually Ryan reached for the whiskey bottle, took a swig, and poured a splash across my chest. Jack leaned down and licked it off my skin, slow and filthy. “Welcome to the club, bro,” Jack breathed, his lips brushing mine, his stubble scraping like sandpaper as he kissed me deeply, letting me taste the whiskey and a mixture of our cum. I passed out between them sometime after, sticky, wrecked, and happier than I’d ever been in my life. Let me know if you want me to continue this story. Special thanks to @pupHawaii for posting the top picture.

Chapter 2 The Texas night was thick and humid as they prepared to leave the house. The playful energy from the pool had been replaced by a charged, electric anticipation. Nate moved stiffly, his usual uniform of tailored slacks and a button-down shirt replaced by loose-fitting nylon shorts and a worn-out t-shirt from a long-ago charity run. It felt foreign, like a costume. Geoff, on the other hand, was in his element, his youthful body radiating a confident, almost predatory excitement. Brandon was the calm orchestrator, moving between them with a knowing ease. “Hydration is key,” he announced, handing them each a bottle of electric blue Gatorade. He then produced a small, unmarked bottle of clear liquid, adding a precise measure to each of their drinks. “And a little liquid courage never hurt anyone. Especially for your first time, big brother.” Nate took a hesitant sip, the sweet, chemical taste of the Gatorade mixing with a slightly salty, almost undetectable undertone. It was a jarring combination, much like the evening itself. He watched as Geoff and Brandon drank theirs without a second thought, their shared glance telling him this was a familiar ritual. The ride into Dallas in Brandon’s Porsche was a blur of city lights and thumping bass. Nate sat in the back, the leather seats cool against his skin, his mind racing. Midtowne Spa. The name itself sounded seedy, clandestine. He’d driven past the nondescript warehouse building a thousand times on his way to the office, never imagining what went on inside. Now, he was walking into the heart of it. At 9:30 PM, a line of men was already snaking out the door, a diverse mix of ages and builds, all sharing a similar look of intent. Brandon, however, didn’t even pause. He led them to a side entrance, rapping a specific rhythm on the metal door. It opened immediately, revealing a burly man with a thick beard. “Brandon, my man,” the man, Clark, grunted, pulling him into a rough hug. “Got it all set up for you. Sling room’s yours. Enjoy the party.” They moved through the dimly lit, labyrinthine hallways, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant, sweat, and something else… something chemically sweet and primal. The sounds were a symphony of grunts, moans, and the distant, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. Nate felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his gut. This was a world away from his carefully managed life of spreadsheets and stock tickers. The sling room was a small, private chamber dominated by a single, imposing piece of equipment: a black leather sling hanging from a heavy-duty chain in the center of the room. Shelves were lined with bottles of lube, poppers, and clean towels. Brandon tossed his backpack onto a bench, the sound of glass clinking together. “Alright, gentlemen,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Time to get comfortable.” He stripped off his shorts and shirt, folding them neatly before wrapping a towel around his waist. Geoff followed suit, his movements fluid and confident. Nate hesitated for a moment before following their lead, the towel feeling flimsy and inadequate. From his backpack, Brandon produced a glass pipe and a small bag of crystalline shards. Nate’s eyes widened. He’d assumed the “liquid courage” was the main event. He watched as Brandon expertly heated the bowl, the white cloud of smoke swirling and growing. He took a deep hit, then passed the pipe to Geoff, who did the same. Nate, figuring it was just some exceptionally potent pot, decided he couldn’t look like a prude. He took the pipe, mimicked their movements, and inhaled. The smoke was harsh and acrid, unlike any marijuana he’d ever encountered. It hit him instantly, a rush of euphoria that made his head spin and his heart hammer in his chest. Geoff, his eyes now glassy and dilated, grinned and hopped into the sling, settling his lean, muscular body into the leather stirrups. He looked like a beautiful offering, a sacrifice to a new god. Nate watched, mesmerized and horrified, as Brandon pulled a rubber tourniquet from the backpack and tied it around his son’s bicep. “What are you doing?” Nate breathed, his voice barely a whisper. “Relax, Dad,” Geoff said, his voice dreamy and calm. Brandon handed him a small syringe. With a practiced hand, Geoff found a vein in the crook of his arm and pushed the plunger. A small bead of blood welled up as he released the tourniquet. He threw his head back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as the chemicals coursed through his system. His body arched in the sling, his cock suddenly rock hard and straining against the towel. Nate was frozen, his mind screaming in alarm, but the drug coursing through his veins kept him anchored to the spot, a passive observer to the unimaginable. Brandon offered him the syringe. “Your turn, Nate.” He shook his head, a silent, adamant refusal. He did, however, accept the pipe when it came back around, blowing another cloud into his lungs, the world dissolving into a haze of intense, abstract pleasure. Brandon propped the door open slightly, an invitation. Then he turned his attention to the boy in the sling. He positioned himself between Geoff’s spread legs, his own formidable cock hard and ready. He entered him slowly, deliberately, a long, deep thrust that made Geoff cry out. Brandon began to move, his hips rolling in a powerful, hypnotic rhythm as he slowly drilled into his nephew. Nate stood by the wall, his own forgotten towel tented, his mouth agog. He watched his identical twin’s powerful back flex and tense with each thrust. He watched his son’s face, a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The sight of Brandon’s thick cock disappearing into Geoff’s willing body, the sounds of their shared pleasure, the raw, uninhibited masculinity of it all… it was the most shocking, most transgressive, and without a doubt, the sexiest thing Nate had ever seen in his entire life. The buttoned-up hedge fund manager felt a wall inside himself crumble into dust. The night, he knew, was just getting started.

Chapter 4 He was home, but not in the way he’d understood the word for forty-one years. This wasn't the house in Preston Hollow; this was a state of being. The real Nate, the man buried under layers of tailored suits, stock reports, and suffocating grief, was finally clawing his way out of the gauze. The chrysalis of his former life had cracked, and he was emerging, wet and trembling, into a new and brilliant light. And the first thing he needed to do, the only thing that mattered, was to get to know the magnificent son he had made. Geoff, ever the willing vessel, climbed back into the sling, his body limp and radiant from the intensity of his own experience. Nate approached him not as a conqueror, but as a worshipper. He knelt, his knees touching the cool tile floor, and began to cover his son. He pressed his lips to every inch of skin he could find—his ankles, his shins, his knees. He kissed the powerful muscles of his thighs, the hard planes of his stomach, the sensitive skin of his chest. He kissed the state championship medal that still hung around Geoff’s neck, then moved to his neck, his jaw, his closed eyelids. It was a baptism of kisses, an anointment, a father rediscovering his own creation. Slowly, reverently, Nate worked his way back down. He bypassed the jutting cock, still slick from their earlier union, and continued lower. He pushed Geoff’s legs back, exposing the beautiful, slightly swollen, well-used boihole. He had never known. He had never even imagined. He leaned in and inhaled the musky, primal scent of his son, of his own seed mingled with his brother’s. He tentatively stuck out his tongue and tasted. It was a feast. A salty, metallic, deeply personal feast that was more intoxicating than any drug. He lapped at the tender flesh, his tongue probing, tasting, claiming. He was devouring his son, and in doing so, devouring the last of his own inhibitions. Rising to his feet, his own nine-inch cock throbbing with a need that was almost painful, Nate positioned himself at the entrance to this new heaven. He looked into Geoff’s eyes, which were now open and watching him with an expression of pure, unadulterated love. There was no urgency, no frenzy. This was something else entirely. He entered his son ever so gently, a slow, deliberate slide that felt like coming home for the first time. The well-used hole welcomed him, yielding to his length, the heat enveloping him completely. They made love like a father and son should. Nate’s thrusts were deep and measured, each one a promise, each one a declaration of a love that transcended all societal boundaries. He wasn't just fucking his son; he was healing him, and healing himself. Their bodies moved in a sacred, synchronized rhythm, a dance of creation and reunion. The world outside the room ceased to exist. There was only the sling, the two of them, and the profound, soul-shattering connection that flowed between them. The pressure built not in their loins, but in their hearts, a crescendo of emotion that could no longer be contained. Nate felt his climax rising from the depths of his soul, and he saw the same awareness dawn in Geoff’s eyes. As one, they cried out, their voices mingling in a single, perfect chord of release. Nate’s cock pulsed, flooding his son’s body with a second, even more potent offering of his essence, while Geoff’s own cock spurted thick ropes of cum across his heaving chest. They climaxed in unison, a perfect, synchronized explosion of father and son, their bodies locked together, their spirits finally, irrevocably, one.

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

Drew came home late last night after a session with his mates. As he got into bed he said “fuck me Daddy” Never one to refuse his arse I mounted him and went balls deep. Man he was so fukkin wet. He told me he’d bottomed all night and had at least 8 loads in him. I fucked him hard and my balls were covered in the other lads’ sperm. He was moaning “aww seed me Daddy” Daddy is my trigger word so I immediately shot my load deep in his arse mixing my load with all the other loads. After I emptied my balls I made him lie on his back. I straddled him and told him to open his mouth wide. I put both my nuts. In his mouth and made him suck em clean.

It was the morning of my 18th birthday! My folks were out of town but they had given me permission to have some friends over to celebrate. I planned on my buddies coming over around 8 o'clock that night. What I hadn't planned on was waking up to find all the lights in the house flickering on and off. Fortunately, my parents had left an emergency list on the kitchen counter in case any problems came up. Sure enough, Electrician - Roger Davis, was on the list. I called him and he said he would be by in an hour or two. I made myself some breakfast and was in the middle of exercising when the doorbell rang. I answered it wearing only a skimpy pair of workout shorts and a tank top. Standing there was the electrician. He spoke, "Hi, son! I'm Roger Davis. Most people know me as Ol' Roger! Can I come in?" He didn't look old at all to me and I told him so. His face lit up in a broad grin. "Thank you, son! That's nice of you to say! You look pretty good yourself! Now...can you show me where the power box is? In the basement maybe?" I took him down into our basement. My dad had fixed it up years ago so it was pretty comfortable down there...like a play room! I showed him where the electric panel was located. He said, "Give me a few minutes to check things out." I sat down on the sofa we had down there. I told him about my party that night...how excited I was. He was a handsome guy and he noticed I that kept looking at him. He would just look back at me and smile. That kind of flustered me so I mostly babbled on about inconsequential stuff. After about 15 minutes, he said, "There! That should take care of it!" and he flipped on the master switch. All the lights came back on without a trace of flickering. He looked at me with interest and said, "Most guys would be upstairs texting their girlfriends instead of sitting down here talking with Ol' Roger. I'm wondering...is there somethin' else I can do for you?" In response, I turned beet red. He slowly pulled his t-shirt up over his head and tossed it onto his toolbox. I'd never seen a Biohazard tattoo on a man before, but I knew full well what it signified. It sure made me nervous but it kinda turned me on as well. His smile stretched wider. "You lookin' to get fucked, son? You want my big black dick, do ya? I bet you're a VIRGIN, ain't ya?" He saw me trembling and said, "You're not scared of Ol' Roger, are you?" I WAS...but I didn't want him to know that so I blurted, "I'm not afraid of you!" He asked, "You think you can handle what I got?" I hotly replied, "I can handle ANYTHING!" "His response was, "We'll see about that!" With that he advanced upon me. I backed up until my legs hit the sofa. He pushed my chest, toppling me backwards onto the cushions. In one swift motion he had yanked down my shorts and thrown them aside. Before I could even think of escaping, he bent over and engulfed my dick with his warm wet mouth. It was like everything in my brain suddenly got reset. As his lips moved up and down my shaft and his tongue swirled around the head of my cock, my resistance faded completely away. He put his strong calloused hands under my knees and raised my legs up in the air. As they parted, he stepped between them and placed my ankles on his shoulders. I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered and softer sounds as he shed his pants. I felt the tip of his cock poke into my ball sac. He gazed down at me and said with a smile, "It's your Birthday, Baby! Ol' Roger has a Special Gift for you!" I could figure out what he meant by that. He was planning on putting his infected cum inside me. I remembered that some guys called that GIFTING. My thoughts whirled. How could I stop this from happening? Just then, he parked his stiff dick against my hole, ready to invade my innards, so I clenched my sphincter, determined to keep him out. His smile never wavered! "You KNOW you want it," he crooned as he gently started a backwards and forwards motion with his hips. On the third or fourth push, my body betrayed me. My clenched hole relaxed slightly. Just enough for his dick to nudge in about an inch or two. "That's it, Baby!" he sighed! "Just let it happen!" The gentle battering continued, and with each thrust, his penis sank in a little deeper...and deeper still...until I felt his pubes against my ass cheeks. He paused for a moment and then the fucking began in earnest. 10 minutes later he stiffened, shuddered and cried out, "Take my dirty seed!" as he shot his toxic sperm deep within me. After we both caught our breaths, he pulled out of me, stood up and got dressed. He looked at me and said, "Your mom & dad are gonna be real surprised when you test HIV-positive in a couple of months! If they throw your faggot ass out, don't worry! You can always come live with Ol' Roger. Plenty of the punks I’ve pozzed now live with me. I pimp them out to sick fucks that pay good money just to fuck an AIDS WHORE. I'll put you to work out there with the other punks I've given my bug to. You'll see...being a Poz Whore ain't so bad!”

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

Part 10 It is our sixth and final day of the poz sex tour, and I am showering all the cum of my body, while Mark is fucking Chad in our bed right next door. This trip is crazy; everyone fucks with everyone and we negs are not allowed to refuse anybody. I have been had by almost all the men here, just Pete, a huge, impressive tree of a man hasn’t been interested in me. It bothers me a little, as he is so hot with a heavy body, standing over 6’5 tall, his strength and power obvious. His cock is a beautiful sight to be seen, with a scorpion tattoo on his shaft and impressive 9 inches to take in, but sadly he hasn’t come to me yet. While my cock gets hard about the mental image of Pete, the bathroom door opens and Mark comes in. His hard cock dripping cum lazily on the bathroom floor and glistening with Chad’s ass juice. Mark opens the shower cabin, gives me a kiss on the shoulders and pushes his cock inside me without warning. My hole is open as it has been fucked for almost a week now. ‘I will always try to put my last drop into you’ Mark whispers in my right ear, while he is thrusting heavy into me. It only takes a few minutes until he shoots another load, my cum already washed away by the shower as I came before him. ‘Your hole is so loose now, you really will be able to take every cock in there without preparation.’ ‘Well, I have the best trainers around here’ We kiss deeply, before we finish our shower. Chad has already left, when we leave the bathroom, our bed sheets are full of lube, sperm and ass juice. I see a note on my pillow. Hi Thomas, meet me at 8 pm at my bungalow, don’t be late, I have a cruel treat for you. X Pete I hand it to Mark and his look changes. ‘Well, I didn’t think he would choose you, because he usually goes for the neg twinks, but apparently you won the session with him.’ ‘What do you mean ‘win’, what is this session’ ‘I cannot tell you, we poz guys know about it, but we are prohibited to tell you. He hasn’t done it for two years now, so I am really surprised. You will be fine, but it will be different than this fucking around.’ I swallow hard, nervousness running through my body, while my cock is standing rock hard for attention. Pete opens the door and invites me into his bungalow. His partner is currently being fucked by the pool, apparently this ‘session’ is only for him and me. ‘Hi Thomas, get undressed and lay yourself on the bed’ It isn’t a question, but an order. I follow his instructions and put myself naked on his bed. He then takes my hands and chains them to the bed post, which have metal rings in them. He does the same with my feet making it impossible to move my position. Pete looks at me and admires the scene he sees. ‘Thomas, we will start slow, but this will hurt and after it you will be poz, I promise.’ I swallow silently, looking in his eyes. With a small nod I signal my agreement. He spits on his hand and starts to massage my hole with his fingers. Ignoring my face, body or cock completely. Within in seconds he pushes his fingers inside me, changing rapidly between them, probably scratching my insides with his nails. Suddenly, he stops. Stands up and gets undressed, his body magnificent, his hard cock pointing at me like a weapon. The scorpion ready to sting. But he doesn’t position himself at my hole, he walks to a closet and gets something metal out of it. With a smile he puts it over his cock, and that’s when I realise, he just put a cruel condom on himself. When he has finally managed to put it completely over his cock his looks at me. ‘Thomas, this will tear your insides apart and you will be finally able to receive our gifts. I cannot let you leave here still neg, so open up.’ With no lube or warning he positions himself at my hole and pushes his full toxic cock inside me. I feel the cruel condom tearing my flesh inside me, his cock relentlessly thrusting. My whole body reacts, it tears at the chains, but Pete holds me in place and just keeps fucking me more violently. After a few minutes he takes his cock out of my hole and frees it from the cruel condom. As he shows it to me, I can see blood and a little skin on it. But not just my insides seem to be torn apart, also his cock has small cuts all over. ‘Now, you are ready to take our poz seeds’ ‘What you mean…’ but he puts his hands over my mouth, silencing me for good. ‘You will not talk, not until I tell you to’ He goes back to my hole and thrusts his cock back inside me. My hole wet from the treatment before. Pete looks at me the whole time, while he is fucking me very hard, which causes my body to fight against him. But he keeps me in place and shortly before he is about to come, I finally get his body to know completely. He let himself fall forwards, now his whole-body weight pressing down on me. A surprisingly loving kiss takes my mind of the pain, leaving only pleasure. His cock starts to pulsate, my ass instinctively pulling him closer inside. As he is about to come, he grabs my hips, preparing himself for the final push, which happens with a loud primal moan of him. Pete shoots his toxic load inside me, his cum now combining with my blood. This feels different, something else happened tonight and I think it might be my day of conversation. Pete gives me a final kiss before his dick leaves my body. ‘That was great Thomas, you are a natural, now let’s make sure you get the gift… guys he is ready’ His last words were screamed to the front door of his bungalow, and it opened suddenly, all poz men entering the bungalow. Chad and Mark at the end. Mark looked at me proud and full of love, but his view was blocked by another man immediately, who pushes his cock inside my hole. I had all of those men cocks inside me in the last days, but never in one fuck. This changes tonight as I will receive poz loads from all of them at once. Mark is the final one and Pete offers him the cruel condom. He is the only one of the men, who got this offer from Pete. I watch as Mark puts it carefully on his cock and positions himself to fuck me with it. I see that it is his first time with a condom like that… maybe a condom in general, I’m not sure. Before he starts to fuck me, he bends down to my ear and whispers: ‘I love you, let’s hope we can finally make your toxic dream come true’ I look in his eyes full of love as he enters my ass with his covered cock. There is no pain any more, my hole is stretched and prepared for it all. Mark looks at Pete, who leaves us alone for this final fuck of the day. With every thrust Mark becomes wilder, and opposite to Pete he doesn’t seem to want to take the condom off. We fuck this way for a long time, but then Mark pushes with a violent thrust inside me, shooting his toxic seed through the cruel condom into me. He collapses onto me, his head on my chest, listening to my racing heartbeat. ‘Thomas, this was something else.’ I just nod, still not ready to talk. Mark gets up, his cock sliding out of my beaten hole. As he takes the cruel condom off, I see the cuts on his foreskin and penis head. He calls for Pete, who loosens the chains and gives me a final kiss, before asking me about my thoughts. I need a moment to collect myself and find the right words. ‘It was something else, something strong and powerful. I… I might be wrong, but it changed something in me, and I feel it is the virus finally entering my body for good. Pete, I think you pozzed me tonight’ With those words I take the hand of Mark and we walk back to our bungalow, both understanding that something has changed.

Chapter 3 The rhythm of Brandon’s hips grew more urgent, his powerful thrusts driving deeper into the sling. Geoff was no longer just moaning; he was sobbing with pleasure, his body taut as a bowstring. Brandon reached down, wrapping a hand around Geoff’s cock, which was already leaking a steady stream of fluid. With a few expert strokes timed perfectly with a final, grinding thrust, Geoff’s entire body seized. He let out a raw, guttural scream as his cock pulsed and erupted, not with a normal ejaculation, but with a full-body, prostate-shattering assgasm that left him trembling and spent in the leather harness. Brandon slowly withdrew, a look of profound satisfaction on his face. He turned to Nate, who was still frozen against the wall, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and raw desire. Brandon gestured him forward with a crooked finger. As Nate approached, Brandon took a long, deep hit from the pipe, then leaned in, pressing his lips to Nate’s. Nate, startled but pliant, opened his mouth, and Brandon exhaled the thick, acrid cloud directly into his lungs. Nate coughed, his head spinning, but then leaned back in for more. They shotgunned back and forth, sharing the potent smoke, their mouths lingering, the line between uncle and nephew, brother and brother, blurring into a hazy, chem-fueled intimacy. “He’s yours now, Dad,” Brandon whispered, his voice husky. “Make it count.” He stepped aside, leaving a clear path to the boy in the sling. Geoff, recovering from his intense climax, looked up at his father, his eyes glassy and full of love and want. Nate felt a tremor run through him. This was the ultimate [banned word], the final wall. He dropped his towel, his own cock achingly hard. He stepped between his son’s legs, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He guided his cock to Geoff’s well-used, puffy hole, still slick with lube and his uncle’s load. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, the heat and tightness a revelation. A profound bliss washed over Nate, a feeling of rightness, of coming home. This wasn't just sex; it was a connection deeper than any he had ever known. He began to move, slowly at first, then with more confidence, his hips finding a rhythm that was ancient and primal. Geoff wrapped his legs around his father’s waist, pulling him in deeper, their bodies moving as one. The long, deep fuck melted into a timeless, blissful union, a silent conversation between father and son, spoken only in the language of flesh. Nate’s entire world had shrunk to this room, to this feeling, to the perfect union with his firstborn son. After an eternity, Nate’s movements slowed. He pulled out, his body glistening with sweat. He looked at Brandon, then at Geoff, a new understanding dawning in his eyes. It was his turn. Without a word, he climbed into the sling, his powerful, muscular body settling into the leather. He felt a strange mix of terror and exhilaration. He was exposing himself completely, not just physically, but emotionally. He was about to give up the one thing he’d never shared with anyone. As he got comfortable, Brandon moved to the backpack. He returned not with a syringe, but with a nice-sized shard of crystal, glistening under the dim light. He knelt behind Nate, who watched him with wide, questioning eyes. Brandon gently spread his brother’s virgin ass cheeks and, without preamble, slipped the shard deep inside Nate’s tight, untouched hole. A sharp, burning sensation immediately began to bloom, a fire that promised to become an inferno. Brandon positioned himself, his own cock still hard and ready. He looked Nate dead in the eye. “Time to join the family, brother.” With one powerful, relentless thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, breaching Nate for the first time. The pain was immediate and intense, a white-hot fire that ripped through him. But beneath it, the shard was already dissolving, sending a wave of pure, crystalline pleasure directly into his bloodstream. The pain and pleasure collided, fused, and exploded into a sensation so profound it was agonizing. Brandon went in for the kill, his hips pounding, claiming his twin’s virginity with brutal, loving force. Through the haze of tears and overwhelming sensation, Nate saw Geoff get up from his chair. The boy approached the sling, his face a mask of love and lust. He leaned down, his lips finding his father’s. As Brandon continued to ravage his newly broken hole, Nate and his son curled into each other, a kissing, crying, blubbering mess. Nate was sobbing openly, the last of his old self shattered, his virgin hole taken by his twin while his son claimed his mouth in a soul-searing kiss. He was no longer just Nate, the buttoned-up hedge fund manager. He was theirs. He was home.

Chapter1 - The Dallas heat was a physical presence, pressing down on the manicured lawns of the Preston Hollow neighborhood. Inside the sprawling, glass-walled house that served as his home, Geoff felt a familiar, restless energy. It had been a month since graduation, a month since the state championship trophy was placed on the mantle, and the accolades already felt like relics from someone else’s life. At eighteen, he was a king without a kingdom, his body a coiled spring of muscle and ambition with nowhere to direct it. He found his father and uncle by the pool, two mirror images of masculine perfection. Nate, his father, was on a lounge chair, scrolling through his phone, the sharp lines of his suit from a morning meeting replaced by the relaxed ease of designer swim trunks. Brandon, his uncle, was in the water, executing a flawless, powerful butterfly stroke that cut the turquoise surface like a knife. They were identical twins, both forty-one, both devastatingly handsome with the same dark hair, square jaws, and powerful builds honed by their respective professions. Nate’s power was financial, a quiet, commanding authority; Brandon’s was physical, a vibrant, kinetic energy that had always drawn Geoff in. “Get in here, you lazy punk!” Brandon called, shaking water from his hair like a dog. “Your old man’s going to turn into a fossil over there.” Nate didn’t look up from his phone. “I’m managing our portfolio, not turning into a fossil. There’s a difference. It involves making money, something you two should consider.” Geoff laughed and dove in, the cool water a shock against his sun-warmed skin. The three of them fell into their familiar rhythm of roughhousing. It was a language they spoke fluently, a mix of wrestling holds, dunking contests, and verbal jabs. Geoff, the state champion, was a formidable opponent, but the combined strength and experience of the two men was overwhelming. They were a tangle of muscle and laughter, the water churning around them. Brandon would grab Geoff in a playful headlock, and Nate would join in to tickle his ribs until he gasped for air, surrendering with a splash. It was horseplay, but it was also intimacy, a way of touching and reaffirming their bond that was as natural as breathing. After nearly an hour, they collapsed onto the plush, sun-drenched lounge chairs, chests heaving. Nate, ever the provider, produced a bottle of expensive, coconut-scented tanning oil. “Alright, you animals. On your stomachs. You don’t want to burn.” Geoff and Brandon complied, lying side by side, their faces turned toward each other on the padded arms of the chairs. Nate knelt between them, pouring the cool oil into his palms. He started with Brandon, his strong hands working the oil into the broad expanse of his brother’s back, his movements practiced and efficient. Then he moved to Geoff. His touch was gentler on his son, a paternal caress that still carried the memory of rubbing sunscreen on a small boy at the beach. He worked his way down Geoff’s back, over the sculpted ridges of his wrestler’s lats, toward the small of his back. As his thumbs swept just above the waistband of Geoff’s black Speedo, they froze. Nate’s hands hovered for a second, then he leaned in closer, his brow furrowed in confusion. “What the hell is this?” he asked, his voice low. Geoff twisted his head to look back, a smirk playing on his lips. Brandon, propped on his elbows, watched his brother with an unreadable expression. Nate’s gaze was fixed on Geoff’s lower back, just inches above the stark white tan line. There, inked into the skin, was the unmistakable, stark symbol: a black and yellow biohazard trefoil. Without thinking, Nate’s eyes flicked to his brother, who was still lying on his stomach. He reached over and hooked a thumb into the waistband of Brandon’s Speedo, pulling it down just an inch. There it was. An identical mark. A perfect match. He sat back on his heels, the playful atmosphere evaporating, replaced by a sudden, sharp tension. The air felt thick. “Brandon?” Nate’s voice was tight, a mix of confusion and alarm. “Geoff? What is this? What is going on?” Brandon finally rolled over, sitting up. He looked at Nate, his expression calm, almost serene. He reached out and rested a hand on Geoff’s still-oiled back. “It’s a symbol, Nate. It’s about a choice. A community.” “What kind of community uses a symbol for toxic waste?” Nate shot back, his voice rising. He looked from his brother to his son, his face a mask of paternal concern. “Geoff, you’re eighteen. This is… this is permanent. What kind of influence is this?” He glared at Brandon, the accusation clear. Brandon stood up, his powerful body glistening in the sun. He looked down at his twin, his brother, his roommate. There was no anger in his eyes, only a profound certainty. “Stop worrying, Nate. It’s not what you think.” He paused, letting the weight of his next words land. “You want to know what it means? You want to understand?” He gestured towards the house with a nod of his head. “Then you need to come with us tonight. The Midtowne Spa. Everything will be revealed there.”

Chapter 5 The air in the sling room was thick enough to chew, a miasma of sweat, spent seed, and the acrid tang of chemicals that clung to the walls and saturated their very pores. The sacred silence that had followed Nate and Geoff’s union was broken by the click of a lighter. Brandon, ever the facilitator, the high priest of their new religion, was already preparing the next sacrament. He held the glass pipe, the bowl glowing a furious orange as he inhaled deeply, his chest expanding. He didn’t exhale. Instead, he crossed the room to where Nate was still leaning against the wall, his legs weak, his mind reeling from the seismic shift in his reality. “Open up, big brother,” Brandon commanded, his voice a low, intimate growl. He grabbed Nate by the back of the neck, pulling him into a rough kiss. As Nate’s lips parted, Brandon shot the thick, white cloud directly into his lungs, a shotgun blast of pure, unadulterated euphoria. Nate choked, sputtered, and then held it, his eyes rolling back as the wave crashed over him, washing away the last vestiges of the man he used to be. Brandon repeated the process with Geoff, who was still lying in the sling, his body glowing with a post-orgasmic sheen. Geoff accepted the smoke with a practiced ease, his glassy eyes fixed on his father. “Round two,” Brandon announced, a predatory grin spreading across his face. From the backpack, he produced another small syringe and a fresh, sterile ampoule. He expertly drew the clear, viscous liquid into the barrel. “Time to open that hole up properly, Nate. Get you ready for what’s coming.” Nate, lost in a chemical haze, offered no resistance. He simply bent over the bench, presenting his firm, muscular ass to his brother. Brandon pulled his cheeks apart, exposing the tightly furled bud. He squirted a glob of lubricant onto his fingers, worked it in, and then pressed the tip of the syringe against Nate’s sphincter. With a firm, steady push, he depressed the plunger, sliding the entire booty bump deep into his brother’s hole. Nate gasped, a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure-pain shooting up his spine as the dissolved crystal began to absorb directly into his tissues. His hole began to tingle, then to pulse, a warm, hungry ache spreading through him. Meanwhile, Geoff had prepared his own slam. With the focus of a champion athlete, he tied off, found a vein, and sent the charge rocketing into his own bloodstream. The effect was immediate and profound. His body tensed, every muscle straining as the fire flooded his system. A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest, his eyes burning with a feral, possessive light. The boy was gone. In his place stood a virile, dominant bull, his nine-inch cock jutting out from his body, thick, hard, and leaking a steady stream of clear, potent precum. He had waited years for this moment, dreamed of it, and now, his father was finally his to claim. “On your back, Dad,” Geoff ordered, his voice deeper, rougher than before. “In the sling. It’s your turn.” Nate complied, his movements clumsy with lust and chemical surrender. He settled into the leather, his legs placed in the stirrups, his hole exposed and twitching with anticipation. Geoff stood between his father’s spread legs, his powerful frame casting a shadow over the man who had raised him. He ran a hand possessively over Nate’s thigh, the muscles tensing at his touch. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Geoff began, his voice a low, intense murmur as he guided the head of his cock to his father’s slick, puckered entrance. “All those years, watching you, wanting to be just like you. But that’s over now. It’s time for you to earn your brand. It’s time for you to take what I’m giving you.” He pushed forward, sinking the first few inches into his father’s hole. Nate cried out, a raw sound of shock and overwhelming pleasure. The feeling was immense, his son’s thick cock stretching him, filling him in a way he’d never been filled before. “Fuck yeah, take it,” Geoff snarled, his hips beginning to move, a slow, deliberate drilling rhythm that forced more and more of his length inside. He leaned forward, his face hovering over Nate’s, a string of spit connecting his lips to his father’s. He opened his mouth and let the saliva drip directly onto Nate’s tongue. “You’re gonna take my fucking poz load, Dad. You’re gonna take my toxic cum right up your guts. I’m gonna breed you. I’m gonna impregnate your hole with my seed.” His thrusts grew harder, faster, the slap of his hips against Nate’s ass echoing in the small room. He brought his hand down hard on Nate’s butt cheek, leaving a red, stinging print. SMACK! “This is my hole now!” he roared, his control completely gone. “You hear me? You’re my fucking bitch! You’re gonna take my poz gift and you’re gonna thank me for it!” SMACK! He punctuated the declaration with another sharp slap, his rhythm turning into a brutal, possessive pounding. He was no longer making love; he was claiming, marking, seeding. He was pozzing his own father, fulfilling the ultimate purpose of their bond. Nate was lost, a vessel of pure sensation. The words, the slaps, the overwhelming feeling of his son’s toxic cock rearranging his insides—it was a nirvana he never knew existed. He met Geoff’s gaze, and what he saw there wasn’t a boy, but a god, and he was his willing altar. The pressure built in both of them, a frantic, desperate climb toward the inevitable. “Gonna fucking seed you! Gonna give you my biohazard!” Geoff howled, his body locking up as his orgasm hit him like a freight train. He buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing violently as he unleashed a massive, infectious load deep into his father’s guts. Nate felt the hot, potent flood, and it triggered his own climax, his cock erupting without even being touched, painting his own chest with thick ropes of cum. Their triumphant, explosive cries mingled, a symphony of incestuous, viral conquest. They lay panting, Geoff collapsed onto his father’s chest, his softening cock still plugged deep inside him. The door to the room creaked open, and Brandon’s voice cut through the haze. “Beautiful, boys. Absolutely beautiful.” He stepped aside, and a new figure filled the doorway. He was a mountain of a man, broad-shouldered and thickly muscled, with a salt-and-pepper beard and a familiar, predatory grin. It was Coach Kyle Simmons, Geoff’s high school wrestling coach, and Nate and Brandon’s oldest friend. “Kyle,” Nate breathed, his eyes wide. “Nate,” Coach Simmons rumbled, his voice a low gravel. He began to strip off his tank top, revealing the intricate tattoo that started as a black scorpion on his belly and traced a path down, disappearing into the waistband of his gym shorts. “Heard you were finally joining the club.” He hooked his thumbs into his shorts and pulled them down, freeing his massive, ten-inch cock. It was a formidable weapon, thick and veiny, already standing at attention. He’d stealthed countless men, a ghost in the night, leaving his mark without a word. But tonight was different. He stepped into the room, his eyes locking onto Nate’s well-fucked, cum-leaking hole. “Been a long time, my friend,” he said, stroking his monstrous shaft. “But I’m not gonna be a ghost this time. You’re gonna feel every inch of this. And you’re gonna know exactly what I’m giving you.” He smiled, and it was the smile of a shark. “Time to get your real first seeding, Nate.”

When I lay pipe, I make sure my cock is going in as deep as I can and coming out as far as I can without sliding out. What that usually creates are nice long, fast and deep strokes that get my cock primed for injecting my seed. I prefer to breed missionary because a bottom's cunt is usually angled just right that my cock slides across his guts and g spot. When I'm ready I put my head down and use my full force with my hips, going fast and hard and deep, usually the bottom is locked in place with y body weight and can't move or squirm (which is what I want) Then I feel it build from my balls to my taint to the head of my cock. Roar. Slam my cock in deep and spray that cunt with my seed. I stay deep and make sure every rope covers that bottom's cervix. Then pull out and make them clean my cock

Part 14 We were more than half way through the flight now and the attendants were selling drinks and snacks. I couldn't help noticing the dark haired attendant, especially as he was bending over to hand drinks to the people across the aisle and his arse was practically in my face. He had a really fit arse and really filled out his smart dark blue trousers and I could feel myself getting a bit of a semi. I ordered mysle a drink and a snack and he served me with a smile. Neil was still asleep and was now snoring gently as I sipped my drink. I thought again about what had taken place the night before. Neil had been getting steadily more adventurous - especially in letting me finger his arsehole, but I had never thought he would ever actually take cock up his arse. Now he had been fucked twice - once by a total stranger and once by me - even though he knew perfectly well that I was HIV positive and not on any meds. I knew that Neil was not the kind of person to go further than he meant to - even when he was drunk he was still very much in control of himself and I was fairly sure he had been fully aware of what he was doing the night before when he had led the black guy and then me fuck him and cum in his arse. I thought back to when I had first got to know Neil, and how shy he had been that first night in the office the first time he had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to let me suck his cock. I remembered how much persuading he had taken to let me see his arsehole and then to lick it. Now I had fucked him and had not used a condom. I thought back to my first meeting with Gerry again - and how he had told me he had acquired a strain of HIV that appeared to be resistent to meds - and how many times he had fucked me since then. I could never resist Gerry and pulled my pants down and let him fuck me whenever he wanted to. He fucked me at his place, my place, in bars and clubs and sometimes invited his friends to fuck me. When I next attended the sexual health clinic for a check up they asked me all the usual questions and tried once again to persuade me to go on meds. Then they ran a few tests and I could see they were puzzled by the results. They started asking me I had been abroad lately, and if I had visited any other continents. As the questions went on, I guessed that Gerry had passed his resistant strain to me. I liked Gerry a lot - and especially liked the fact that he didn't give a fuck - his attitude was that guys offered their arses of their own free will - he wasn't forcing them to do anything they didn't want to do - and if they asked him his status he would tell them, but if they chose not to ask any questions, that was their responsibility and not his. As I got to know Gerry better, I was becoming more confident and less concerned about my HIV. I still did not want to go on meds and somehow the knowledge that I had more than likely aquired a strain of HIV that could not be treated with meds seemed to make me even hornier and I took every opportunity I could to fuck and be fucled. I was no longer seeing the faces of guys I had fucked in my dreams, but around this time I started experiencing something else which at first felt very strange. The first time I noticed it happening, I was at the Vault one Friday evening after work. It can be a bit hit and miss around this time and it was fairly quiet at first. I noticed a guy checking in his bag and his jacket and, from the way the barman was pointing things out, I guessed it was the guy's first time at the Vault. When he had checked in and got his free drink, the barman showed him where the condoms and lube were and I noticed he took a couple of condoms and put him in his pocket. He was a good looking blond guy, a bit chubby and was dressed in suit trousers, smart shoes and a white shirt - all things I really go for. I could tell he was quite nervous and at first he hung around on the fringes of things, just watching the action. I saw him looking at me a few times and a little later I managed to cruise him and soon we were in a quiet corner in the room with the barrels. We kissed for a while and then we both got our cocks out and he went down and started to suck my cock. He sucked me really well and before long I was getting close. I pulled out his mouth and we changed places. I sucked him for a while and then motioned to him to turn round. He turned round and bent over and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up his arse. I licked him for a while and then I stood up. I was really horny now and I began to rub the head of my cock against his wet arsehole. He let me do it for a while, but when I began to push the head of my cock into his arse, he pulled back. He reached into his pocket and passed me a condom. I told him I didn't really like using condoms and he hesitated for a moment and then shook his head, pulling up his trousers and pants. I was disappointed that I wasn't going to get the chance to fuck him, but I always respect people's choices and I went and got myself another drink and then cruised around for a while. It was getting quieter now and a little later, the same guy cruised me again and soon we were back in the same spot in the room with the barrels. This time he went down on me almost immediately and then, after he had sucked me for a while, he stood up, pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over, pushing his fit arse out towards me. "Are you sure?" I asked, and he nodded A few seconds later, I was pushing my bare cock up his tight arse. I waited a minute to let him get used to it and then I began to fuck him. He was a really good fuck - his arse felt really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I fucked him for a bit longer and then I felt myself getting ready to cum. That's when it happened - as I began to shoot my cum into him I somehow knew that I was about to knock him up. I hadn't felt this before - but somehow I knew, with a rock solid conviction, that I was infecting him with HIV. It was too late to stop myself, even if I had wanted to and I squirted the rest of my cum up his arse and then pulled out. He mopped his brow with his shirt and a short time later we had a drink together at the bar. He told me his name and I asked him if he came to the Vault often and he shook his head. He told me that he was just down in London with his work and was travelling back to the north of England that evening. He was a really nice guy, but as we chatted, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just knocked him up. I guessed that he usually played safe and had come to the Vault with every intention of using condoms, but had given into the temptation to go bareback because he was horny and wanted to be fucked. It was a very strange feeling, but this was not the last time I was to experience it. It was around this time that Gerry told me about the Friday Night Shift. Gerry worked for a construction firm and, for the last 18 months he had been working on an upgrade of a stretch of motorway. He worked during the night as a shift manager and worked twelve hour shifts. The full time guys were only allowed to do four shifts a week, and two others shifts, including the Friday night shift, were covered with casual workers, who mostly also had day jobs and were working nights to make extra money. Around this time, a lot of Eastern European guys were working in the UK and quite a lot were employed as casual workers on the Friday night shift. Gerry's deputy on the Friday shift was Tom, who was married but also bisexual. It didn't take long for he and Gerry to get together on one of their breaks. They found a quiet spot below the motorway and Gerry fucked Tom up against the wall, shooting a nice big load up him. After that they began to fuck regularly and the third time they got together, they realised they were being watched. Two of the Polish guys on the shift were watching Gerry and Tom fuck and they were both wanking, their trousers and pants at their knees. Gerry kept fucking and, just as he began to squirt his dirty load up Tom, the two Polish guys shot their loads out in front of them. The next week the two guys appeared again and this time they joined in the fucking, both shooting a load up Tom's arse. Gerry told me the two guys were cousins, both working in the UK to make some money to send home. One of them, Pavel, was engaged to his girlfriend and was saving money for his wedding, the other Karel, had fathered a child with his ex partner and was sending his money to her. Both guys seemed to enjoy the fuck and a couple of weeks later, word seemed to have got around and more guys started showing up at the break, using Tom's mouth and arse to get off. It was at this point that Gerry said if they wanted to continue having fun there would have to be some reciprocation as they couldn't all keep using Tom. He was a little bit surprised when most of the guys seemed to accept the suggestion. It was one of the Romanian guys who offered to bend over first, and soon he was being fucked by one of the other workers, an English builder working nights to make extra money to pay for his daughter's forthcoming wedding. One of the Polish guys, Pavel, was the next to offer up his arse, and he too was fucked several times., including by his cousin. Gerry told me it had all developed from there and his Friday Night Shift had now become one of the most popular and he had no issue finding guys to work it. The breaks on a Friday had become a total fuck fest, with cocks being pushed into mouths and slipped up hairy arses all over the area below the motorway. Nobody was using condoms and, though a few guys asked about them, they seemed quite happy to go without protection. When Gerry told me all this, he said I could join them on a Friday if I wanted to have some fun. He said to come and meet him before break time and added, if I walked around with a clipoard and looked as if I was there with a purpose, no one would question me. Gerry got me a hard hat, a high-viz jacket and a pair of steel toed safety boots and we arranged I would drive up and join him the following Friday night. I was a bit nervous putting on the gear, in case I looked like one of the Village People, but I actually thought I looked quite good and before long, I could feel the familar sensation of my cock pushing against the front of my trousers. When I got there, Gerry showed me around the site and, as I watched the guys working, I found it hard to believe that a short time later most of them would be sucking cock and taking it up the arse! I enjoyed every minute of the breaks - Gerry had not been exaggerating when he told me it would be fuck fest - and soon I was bent over taking cock after cock in my mouth and up my arse. Quite a few of the guys bred me and soon I could feel the cum sliding out my arse and down the back of my balls. I got to fuck a few of the guys too and in the end I shot my load up a bearded Romanian guy who told me later he had five children! I joined Gerry most Friday nights and had a great time, taking it and giving it - always bareback, with no questions asked. I enjoyed the whole experience very much - they were a good bunch of guys and worked really hard for most of the night. As I am quite into piss, I also enjoyed the fact that a lot of the guys used to just get their cocks out and piss where they were working instead of making their way to one of the few portable toilets which were provided. There was a back wall just out of sight of the traffic and most of the guys used to piss there, using the toilets only when they needed to take a dump. It was all very horny! Every now and then I would experience the same feeling I had experienced at the Vault - just as I began to shoot my load up some guy's arse, I would somehow be certain I was about to knock them up. It happened a few times on the Friday Night Shift - one time when I came up the arse of a young married Polish guy and once when I fucked one of his best friends. One night I took the virginity of a young student who was working a couple of shifts a week to finance his university course and left a little gift up his arse. He was a good looking young guy, quite muscly, with his hair tied back in a pony tail, and a very fit arse. He told me he had been wanting to join in the fun for a few weeks - as he was pretty sure his girlfriend would never find out - and had really enjoyed taking it up the arse. I guess no one will ever know how many guys got pozzed up during the construction of that stretch of motorway - but I'm failry sure it would be quite a few! Both Gerry and I fucked most of the guys at least once as did Tom, who was also positive and not on meds. Although he was a very active bottom, he usually shot at least one load up a fit arse during the course of the shift. Thinking of all this had made me really horny and just then I noticed that Callum, who was sleeping in the seat next to mine, must have been dreaming about something nice, because he had a massive hard-on sticking up in his trousers. The crew were preparing for landing now and the dark haired flight attendant came to check we all had our seat belts fastened and our trays up. He looked at Callum and grinned at me. I pulled my sweatshirt back which had been on my lap and showed him my own hard on. He grinned at me and discreetly slipped something into the pocket of my polo shirt. It turned out to be his number. We landed shortly afterwards and made our way wearily to the baggage reclaim. A little later we came through into the airport and soon most of the guys were greeting their girlfriends and children. Neil's wife couldn't pick him up so the two of us and Jamal made our way to the underground. The following day, I met up with the flight attendant in his hotel room. He had invited the other attendant from our flight too - a fit German lad with blond hair and soon we were all naked and cocks were being sucked and arses licked. They both fucked me, one after the other and then, when they had both bred me, they knelt up on the bed side by side. I went up the dark haired guy first , fucked him for a while and then pushed up the blond lad. I swapped between them for a while and then I was ready to cum. I was up the blond guy as I began to squirt my load and, once again, I knew exactly what I was about to do to him. I squirted a few shots of cum up him and then pulled out and went up the dark haired guy, shooting the rest of my load up him, knowing that I had just knocked them both up. A horny end to a great holiday!

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

Part 9 I can’t believe that out of all the hot poz guys here, Chad is the one, who was chosen to fuck me. After we arrived at the resort, which was fully booked by our group, we had to take a test to determine our status. Sadly, I am still neg, even after weeks of fucking poz guys in all varieties, but I wasn’t the only one. There were four other men, who were neg, but shared the desire to be pozzed. Michael, a French bodybuilder in his late 40s and self-described power bottom has been to this tour for three years but never managed to get the bug. His husband Alexander has been poz for over a decade now, but Michael just seems to be immune, the poor guy. Then there was Benji, a mid-20 something Latino man, who has been chasing for over a year. His best friend is a freshly pozzed guy named Sam, who got the bug on this tour last year. Lastly, there was Liam, the ‘sugar daddy’ of Chad, but that description is ridiculous as he is younger than me, just turned 30. Those three and I were the neg guys, who needed to be introduced to the poz way, and apparently, that meant being fucked by the youngest poz guy around. Of course, Chad, being the youngest of the group chose me without hesitation. As I wanted to protest Mark whispered to me to stay calm as I was not allowed to refuse him. So, after the other youngsters have chosen their neg holes, all of them needed to go to a room accompanied by at least two other men of the group. In the end I found myself in the cabin of Chad with Mark and Fred, another mid-30-something Latino and apparently friend of Chad, watching us. Chad ordered me to strip for him, and I did as I was told, but focused my gaze mostly on Mark, who encouraged me to keep going by taking his cock out and stroking it. Fred took a phone out of his pocket and started recording or taking photos, I don’t mind being filmed, so this didn’t bother me at all. After a few minutes only my cock was still covered by small silver thong – originally a surprise for Mark – Chad pulled my down on his lap, his cock hard through his pants. He switched our positions, sat me on the chair and started to strip for me now. He started with his pants, which confused me, but as he finally took of his T-Shirt, I knew why he kept it for last: a new vibrant biohazard tattoo marking his stomach. I am so mesmerised by the tattoo, that it takes me a moment to realise Chad is positioning his cock at my mouth. My mind comes back to reality, but the tattoo has driven all hesitations away and with a primal urge I push myself against his cock and take all of it in my mouth, precum hitting my tongue. Chad’s cock really is lovely, it is big and girthy without being threatening, I have to admit, this cock could fuck me all day in and out. While I suck Chad off, I lose all feeling for time and space, being yanked to the bed and suddenly penetrated by this hot poz cock. Chad changes our positions forcefully and a little clumsy, but he finally finds a good rhythm, when I am on all fours and he is thrusting relentlessly inside me. Mark is now watching us with lust and envy, while Fred keeps pointing his phone at us. ‘Smile, you little neg bitch, this is the moment you get converted, enjoy it’ Fred yells. Even as I despise him instinctively a smile shows on my face, a smile I see in the mirror on the opposite wall full of lust, hunger and ecstasy. The words of Fred turn Chad on, and his cock starts to flex inside me. With a loud, guttural moan he shoots his toxic poz load inside me, collapsing on top of me. ‘That was great Thomas… I hope my seed is the one converting you.’ The he gets closer to my ear, whispering ‘you would be carrying a fabulous strain as your little brother is fucking my gift giver at the moment’ I was too exhausted to register all the words, but Mark heard them and looked bewildered. ‘Tony? Do you mean Tony pozzed you?’ Mark asked perplexed. ‘Yes, exactly, he was the only guy I was hooking up with the last months, despite Luke of course, so I guess if this knock up worked, we will become quite the poz family.’ Now I am lying in my bed, Mark beside me and we both are talking about Chad, Tony and Luke. But our discussion is interrupted by a phone call from Luke. ‘Hey, little brother, what’s up?’ ‘I got a picture from Chad a few minutes ago, how was that dick the second time?’ I am unsure if he is angry or teasing, so I decide to pretend all is good. ‘You know, Chad really is a great fuck, but I would have loved to be poz-fucked by someone else today. Are you angry?’ ‘Angry? No, don’t worry about it. It’s sex, Tony and I talked about it, he fucked him too a few months ago, apparently, he might have given him the bug.’ ‘Yeah, Chad told me. I am still neg, so if I convert because of this fuck, Tony would be my gift giver too.’ ‘Well, that would be crazy. Maybe we both will be brothers carrying the same strain of HIV, wow that would be hot.’ ‘Luke, that would be great, but at the moment I am not even sure, when it finally will happen for me. I have been fucking poz guys for weeks now and nothing.’ ‘Hey, don’t be a downer, remember, you gave me the article about bug chasing and what was one of the main key points?... it can take months or years to get the gift.’ ‘You’re right little brother, but how is it on your end? Are you okay with being off PrEP?’ ‘It is wild, I am horny all the time, today I took a couple of anon poz loads at the beach and it felt so exhilarating, so right. This is the right path for me; I am a full-blown bug chaser now.’ ‘That’s great to hear. I feel it too, you just become more alive, more yourself.’ ‘Exactly, now we just have to see, who will be poz first of the two of us.’ ‘Well, may the best slut win’ Luke laughs and then we end the call, I turn to Mark, who has fallen asleep. I turn of the light, snuggling myself into a hug with him, while the cum of Chad slowly starts to drop out of my hole.

Part 4 Tommy had a hard time following his instructor. His mind was spinning, his ass felt empty and begged to be filled, and he was horny as hell. Tommy really had to restrain himself from jumping on his instructor and asking him to do dirty things to him. All of Tommy's inhibitions and prejudices had melted like snow in the sun, and that wasn't just because of the G and Miss Tina melting in his pussy. It was also because he had gone completely wild from the blowjob he had received from Dylan, or should he say Daisy. Seeing Dylan get fucked had also stirred something in him, and before his eyes he saw the fat cock sliding into Dylan's pussy and saw how he enjoyed it. Now that he himself had such an empty and begging feeling in his own ass, he could think of nothing else but getting fucked himself. When the instructor stopped at a door, Tommy couldn't control himself anymore and rubbed his ass against the bulge in his instructor's pants. The instructor looked at him with a grin. I: You're all set. Go on in. A Chief will be here soon and will give you the next lesson. Not that you'll need much encouragement. But still, do as you're told and you'll be generously rewarded. Tommy went inside and lay down on the bed he saw. Tommy couldn't control himself anymore and caressed his body with his hands. Carefully, he slid his hand to his sphincter and when he touched it with his finger, he felt an enormous urge coming on. It was a feeling he had never experienced before and one he couldn't fight. Without really realizing it, he stuck his finger in his ass and let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't quite what he needed, but it was the best he could get at the moment, and he had to make do with it. Tommy wasn't alone for long. But Tommy was completely lost in his own horny world and pleasure that he didn't notice a chief wearing a ski mask had entered the room. Tommy was still playing with himself and had completely surrendered. 😄 That's right, Tommy, surrender completely and let your true nature come out. T: Hmmmmmm, I'm so fucking horny and my ass is begging to be filled. Tommy heard what he said and somehow couldn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. But it was true, and it was how he felt, and he couldn't deny it or stop it. 😄 Shall I help you relieve your feelings a little, boy? Tommy looked at the muscular man in the balaclava with a pleading look. He saw that he was completely naked except for the balaclava and had a fat, limp cock hanging between his legs. T: Please, chief, help me, I don't know how to get rid of this. 😄 I know how you can get rid of this, but you'll have to do what I tell you. T: I'll do anything to get rid of this, anything at all. 😄 That's what I like to hear, boy. The chief took out a pipe filled with crystals and a syringe. 😄 One of these two, or both if you want, will help you. T: I don't smoke, chief, I've never smoked. 😄 Then I'll choose for you. T: Okay, chief, please give it to me so I can get rid of this. 😄 I'll give it to you, sweetheart. But you have to earn it first. T: Tell me what to do, chief, I'll do anything. The chief took his limp dick in his hands and signaled to Tommy to suck it hard. Tommy felt his stomach turn and how much he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't. Because the signals he was getting from his ass were overwhelming. Zack sank to his knees. I: good, then crawl on all fours if you can't stand on your legs. Although Zack found this very degrading, he was glad he didn't have to stand on his legs. Because his head was spinning and he too was struggling to control the begging of his ass. His instructor opened the door to the room and the light came on immediately. Zack crawled inside and the door closed behind him. Zack saw a chair in the middle of the room and crawled towards it, and just as he was about to sit down, his eyes fell on two dildos attached to the wall with suction cups. His mind said no, but his body, and especially his ass, begged to go to the dildos. He tried to fight it, but his horniness and clouded mind took over, and he crawled toward the dildos. Next to the dildos was a bottle of lubricant, and on autopilot, he rubbed some lubricant on the dildo and a little on his ass He turned around, and when he felt the tip of his dildo pushing against his sphincter, he was completely lost. His urge to be filled and his instincts took over, and he pushed his ass back, feeling the tip of the dildo drill its way through his sphincter. Zack let out a sigh of relief and satisfaction as he felt the dildo slide into his pussy. Not much later, his chief came in. He was a solidly built, hairy man with a sturdy piece between his legs. This chief was also wearing a balaclava, and Zack, who was completely lost in his own world of pleasure, didn't notice. Zack was fucking himself and moaning with pure pleasure. But that pleasure was abruptly interrupted when he was hit on the head. 😄 well slut, what are we doing. The chief grabbed Zack's head and tried to look him in the eyes, but Zack's eyes rolled back in their sockets and his pupils were very wide. The chief pulled Zack upright. Although Zack wanted to resist, he did nothing. He couldn't make it in this condition and against this muscular man. The chief pulled him along and laid him chest down on a fuck bench and tied him up. His legs were spread and these were also tied down. Before Zack fully realized what position he was in, he was completely tied up and couldn't move anymore. 😄 So Zack, you promised you would cooperate. The chief took out a pipe filled with crystals and wanted to put it in Zack's mouth. But Zack turned his head. 😄 Okay, this is your choice. The chief put the pipe away for a moment and gave Zack's butt a few hard slaps. Zack let out a loud cry of pain with each slap. His butt began to turn red, and the chief offered the pipe again. Against his better judgment, Zack turned his head away again. The chief put the pipe away again, took a whip, and struck Zack's back and buttocks several times with it. Zack's skin was now not only red but also beginning to show some welts. The chief offered the pipe to Zack again, and Zack refused again. The chief now loosened Zack's penis cage, took his balls in his hands, and squeezed them hard. Zack began to scream in pain, and because the chief didn't think that was enough, he also slapped Zack's butt a few times. Zack was in agony. 😄 Have you had enough, boy, or do you want more? Z: Enough, stop. Please stop. I'll do what you ask. 😄 That's better, boy. Because you'll never win anyway. Just accept it now. The chief offered the pipe again, and this time Zack let him place it against his lips. 😄 Good boy, see, it's not that hard. 😄 When I say so, take a deep breath, understand? The chief began to melt the crystals, and when the pipe was filled with smoke, the chief told Zack he could inhale. But Zack tried one last time to resist. The chief grabbed Zack's hair and pulled it hard, then hit him on the head. 😄 This can go on until tomorrow morning, boy. I'm here to break you and I have nothing else to do. So keep it up. It only excites me more. Zack could only see his master's mouth and eyes, but he could still see the devilish look in his master's eyes. He knew he could never keep this up or win, so he sucked in the smoke that was still in the pipe. He felt his body getting warmer, more energetic, and his head spinning again. His ass, which had calmed down a bit, was reactivated, and he felt the overwhelming desire return. 😄 Good, Zack. Now a few more times. Zack had completely surrendered, and he blew four more thick white clouds into the room. Then the instructor took the pipe away and saw Zack rubbing himself against the fuck bench. The instructor rubbed Zack's red ass and had one last crystal in his hand. He placed it against Zack's sphincter and when he pushed it in, he heard Zack moan with pleasure. Zack tried to fight it, but the feeling he got when he felt the finger slide inside was far too good. The instructor stood between Zack's legs and placed his limp cock against Zack's pussy and started dry fucking him. His cock slid between Zack's butt cheeks and he felt Zack push his ass back to let him push into his pussy. 😄 I knew you were a fuck slut, boy. Look at how your ass begs to be fucked by a fat cock. But you'll have to earn it, boy. You won't get it for free. You have to prove that you really want it. I want to hear you beg for it. Zack may have been completely horny and high from the G and Tina, but he had a lot of trouble with this last part. He could barely get the words out and fought against it fiercely. But the chief was still dry humping him, and he could no longer suppress or ignore the pleading from his ass. The sensation from the stimulation had now become completely unbearable, and he gave in. Zack whispered Z: Fuck me. 😄 What did you say, slut? I can't hear you. Zack spoke a little louder but still quietly Z: Fuck me and don't call me a slut. 😄 I still don't understand, slut. You have to beg and scream. Z: Fuck you. 😄 No, fuck you, and you need it. Z: Please fuck me. I can't take it anymore. 😄 Say you're a slut and that your pussy needs to be fucked. Zack gritted his teeth. Z: I'm a slut and my pussy needs to be fucked. Is that good enough, asshole? The chief started laughing. 😄 I'll have to make do with this, I guess. The chief came out from between Zack's legs and Zack didn't know what was happening. Z: Why the hell aren't you fucking me? I begged you. 😄 You think I can fuck your pussy properly with a limp cock, slut? Tommy's instructor took a tourniquet and tied it around Tommy's arm. Tommy watched what the instructor was doing with his big flying saucers. T: I don't know if I really want this, chief. 😄 Of course you want this, baby. Your pussy is begging for it, and you'll feel so much better afterwards. Your true nature will come out, and everything you long for and dream about will come true. T: I don't know if I want my true nature to come out. I don't know if I want this. 😄 Be quiet, baby. You'll thank me later, and all your fears and inhibitions will disappear. The chief had found a nice vein, and Tommy felt the needle pierce his skin. T: Please, chief. Don't do it. Tommy felt his heart beating faster and could feel his pulse in his throat. He was very tense about what was to come. 😄 Honey, this is really what you need. Just enjoy the flight. The chief saw and registered and pushed the plunger in. Tommy saw the red liquid from the syringe disappear into his arm, and although he was still horny, he felt a momentary fear of what was to come. He felt a little short of breath, felt intense pressure on his chest, and began to cough violently. His thoughts raced in all directions and his body felt electrically charged. His pussy was glowing and, just as the chief had said, all his fears and inhibitions had completely disappeared. The whore in Tommy came to the surface and Tommy couldn't stop it. He came on his own and heard himself begging to be fucked. 😄 See, baby. What do you say to your chief now? T: Oh fuck, I'm a dirty whore. Fuck my pussy, chief. Fuck me as hard as you can. I beg you. The chief pulled Tommy toward him and put Tommy's legs on his shoulders. Tommy had completely lost control of himself and was shaking like a leaf on the bed. T: yeah, chief. Ram that fat cock of yours into my pussy and fuck me as hard as you can. The chief pushed his cockhead against Tommy's glowing sphincter, who began to go into ecstasy when he felt the cockhead start to drill through his sphincter. Tommy felt the glans slide into his pussy and although it hurt at first, pleasure and desire took over and he began to moan loudly. The chief pushed his cock all the way in and felt that Tommy's pussy no longer offered any resistance. He let Tommy get used to his cock and let him catch his breath for a moment, then began to fuck him gently and rhythmically. Tommy was deep in his own horny world and couldn't believe how blissful it felt to have his pussy filled with a fat cock. How could he ever have resisted this so much? It felt wonderful to feel a cock sliding into his ass and his prostate being stimulated like that. This was so much better than he could ever have imagined. He thought he would die of pain if something was stuck in his ass, but the opposite was true. This was so much better than fucking a pussy yourself or jerking off and then shooting your load. This surpassed everything, and Tommy surrendered completely to his lord and master. T: Oh fuck, chief. This feels so fucking good. Don't stop, never stop fucking my ass. I surrender completely and will become the most willing whore for you. 😄 I knew you were a willing whore, baby. We're going to teach you everything so you can fulfill every man's desires and needs and so you can enjoy it yourself. T: Fuck yes, chief. Fuck me, fuck me hard. Tommy felt the chief gradually pick up the pace and start pounding her pussy harder and harder. His cock was all the way in her ass, and every time the chief thrust, his full balls slapped against Tommy's ass. Every time Tommy felt the balls slap against his ass, he got the feeling of satisfaction he so desperately craved. Every time the chief pulled his cock out of his pussy, he felt his pussy suck around the chief's cock as if it didn't want to let him go. Tommy didn't know what was happening to him. He had never experienced this blissful feeling before and he wanted more of it. This would certainly not be the last time a real man would fuck his pussy. Like a real slut, Tommy moaned and gasped for air, and the chief increased the pace once more. Kevin sat alone in the room on a chair, waiting. His pussy was no longer glowing, but the burning sensation had given way to an uncontrollable desire for a cock to fill the void. The slut in Kevin was already quite present when Master Chief and another guy entered the room. J: Let him blow a few clouds, slut. The guy who was with Master Chief was handsome, muscular, completely clean-shaven, and could have come straight out of a magazine. He was the perfect boy next door. But he too was under Master Chief's influence and obediently followed his orders. He had a filled pipe in his hand and pushed it against Kevin's lips. Although Kevin was tripping pretty hard, he still wanted to try to refuse to blow the clouds. But the perfect boy next door looked at him with concern and whispered to him. L: I'm Leander, just do what they ask. Just cooperate and you'll see that your new life isn't so bad. Really, believe me. Kevin sighed deeply and let Leander place the pipe against his lips. He didn't need any more explanation or help, because he knew what he had to do. After the fifth cloud, Master Chief gave the signal and Leander took the pipe away. Kevin felt that he was becoming extremely slutty and horny again and that all his inhibitions had disappeared once more. J: Get on your knees, boy, and suck your future colleague's cock. Kevin got down on his knees like a real slut. Leander laid a mattress in front of him, lay down on it, and offered Kevin his cock. Kevin sank down on all fours and looked at Leander's limp but fleshy cock. Master Chief saw that Kevin was hesitating and pushed Kevin's face onto Leander's cock. J: Suck it, bitch. Don't think about it anymore. You know you want that cock in your mouth. Kevin's face rubbed against Leander's fleshy cock and he did indeed feel the urge to take it in his mouth. He opened his mouth and licked the glans, and when he tasted Leander's cock in his mouth, he couldn't hold back anymore. He sucked Leander's cock into his mouth and let it slide deep into his throat until he could hardly breathe. J: See, slut. You're a real cock-hungry whore. Master Chief sat behind Kevin, spread his butt cheeks, and buried his face in them. He started licking Kevin's sphincter with his tongue, and Kevin went into complete ecstasy. This was something he had never experienced before, and it was heavenly. Master Chief took a crystal and, while licking Kevin's pussy, pushed the crystal inside with his finger. Kevin felt the burning sensation in his ass again and with the cock in his mouth getting stiffer, he started moaning. Leander put his hands on Kevin's head and started setting the rhythm himself, occasionally pushing Kevin a little too deep on his long, fleshy cock, which made him start to gag. J: Stop gagging, slut, and breathe that cock deep into your throat. Embrace the cock and relax your throat. Kevin started shaking his ass, and Master Chief knew that the crystal had done its job and that Kevin was ready to be fucked for the first time. He took the poppers, pulled Kevin off Leander's cock, and pushed the poppers under his nose. Kevin sniffed the bottle a few times and the extra layer of horniness came over him. His ass begged to be filled and that fat, meaty cock in front of him made his mouth water. What was happening to him? Why did he crave cock so much? Was he made for this after all, and was this what he had always needed? Master Chief pushed two fingers into Kevin's pussy and saw that he started moaning again. He pushed his fingers deep into Kevin's pussy and scratched the wall of his intestines several times with his nails. When he pulled his fingers out, Master Chief saw that they were covered in blood. J: You're ready to be fucked, slut. Suck your colleague's cock and maybe he'll fill your mouth with his sickening load. Kevin sucked Leander's cock into his mouth again and felt Master Chief take his place between his legs and the tip of his cock push against his wet sphincter. J: I'm going to make you a member of our family, boy. I'm going to ram my infectious cock into your cunt and pump my pozz load into your cunt so that my DNA can corrupt your cells. That way you can truly become a member of our family and no longer escape your true nature and purpose. Kevin only heard cock and ram into cunt, and that was all he needed. K: Fill my ass, Master Chief. The craving is too much. Master Chief grinned and pushed his cockhead against Kevin's sphincter, which opened almost immediately and sucked Master Chief's cock inside. Master Chief felt how warm Kevin's pussy was as his cock slid in, and he heard Kevin enjoying his first cock sliding into his pussy. K: Holy shit, oh my fucking god. This feels so good. Deeper, Master Chief, push it deeper. Zack's chief's limp cock hung dangling in front of his mouth. Zack had already sunk deep into the horny world of cock and cum, but there was still a remnant of rebellion left in him. Zack's body craved the fragrant cock in front of him, but the last remnant of his old masculinity tried to protest and resist. The chief saw that and grabbed Zack by the hair. 😄 If you want that cock in your cunt, bitch, you'll have to suck it, understand? Zack had no choice but to take the cock in his mouth and eliminate the last remnant of his old life. Because his spirit was broken, he couldn't win this. The plea of his cunt was too great and the men he had to compete with too strong. He opened his mouth, knowing he had lost and that from now on he would lead a submissive life. From now on, he would no longer be the man he once was, but a slut who would have to spoil the real men in the world and serve them at their bidding with his mouth and ass. The chief didn't wait for Zack to take his cock in his mouth himself, but rammed it into his mouth. Zack couldn't breathe and began to gag, and as he said goodbye to his old life, he began to suck the chief's cock and opened the door to his new life as a slut. When he fully realized this, a tear rolled down his cheek and he felt a kind of relief wash over his body. Once that feeling came over him, something changed in Zack. He began to suck his lord and master's cock with more abandon, and the chief felt it. 😄 Good, Zack. Let the slut in you come out. You'll feel so much happier when you fully accept your true nature. The chief's cock grew stiffer and stiffer in Zack's mouth, and drool ran from his mouth. The chief had had enough and pulled his stiff cock out of Zack's mouth, grabbed his head, and began kissing him firmly. Zack let it all happen; he had become far too horny and didn't care anymore. The chief broke the kiss and stood behind Zack. Zack felt the chief rub lubricant on his ass and then push his cock into his pussy in one thrust. Zack was in agony. But the chief showed no mercy, pushing his cock balls deep into Zack's pussy. Then he pulled it all the way out to push it back in again, balls deep, in one go. Zack was moaning in pain. But after the chief had pushed his cock in and out of his pussy four times, the pain began to subside and Zack was overcome with a feeling of pleasure. Although he had already been fucked by Master Chief, he had no real physical memory of it and this feeling of pleasure was the first time he experienced what it felt like to be fucked deliciously. Apart from the initial pain, it wasn't so bad and felt better than he could ever have imagined. Zack began to moan. 😄 yeah, bitch, let me hear you enjoy that fat cock in your pussy. Let it sink in that you're enjoying this and that you've always been a whore and you were made to have a cock rammed into your pussy. Zack was moaning loudly with pleasure and he felt his prostate being stimulated and the precum running out of his cock. The chief grabbed Zack's balls and pulled on both his balls and his leaking cock. The chief didn't pull in a way to hurt him, but to make him enjoy it, and he noticed that immediately. Zack began moaning even louder and surrendered completely. Z: aaaaaaaah, hmmmmmmm. Oh yeah. Hmmmm, this feels so good. Fuck my pussy. 😄 Fuck, boy. We're going to turn you into a real slut. A slut who is proud to have Master Chief's DNA flowing through his veins, a slut who lets every load shoot into him and never wastes a drop of fluid. We're going to give you a pussy that opens like a flower when it feels a cock or a fist coming. Zack was completely tripping and was enjoying this blissful feeling for the first time, which he got from the cock in his pussy. Although he was tied up, he started pushing his ass back and riding the chief's cock. The chief stopped fucking and let Zack fuck himself. The chief untied Zack and he lay down on a mattress on the floor. Zack was not yet satisfied and did not understand why the chief had stopped fucking him and why he had been untied. Zack sat up and felt his head spinning violently. He saw the chief lying on the mattress and got down on his knees and crawled towards him. He saw the chief's cock and couldn't control himself and started sucking it. For the first time, he tasted his own pussy and was shocked at how good it tasted. 😄 Come ride my cock, bitch. Show me how much you want a cock in your pussy. Zack let the stiff cock slip out of his mouth and crawled on top of the chief. His mouth touched the chief's, and the chief grabbed him and started kissing him. Then he pushed him away. 😄 Come on, bitch, ride that fat cock. Zack grabbed the chief's cock and sat on top of it. He pushed the glans against his sphincter like a skilled slut and then lowered himself. Zack felt the cock drill its way in again, and this time he felt no pain. His pussy was already stretched open enough that he immediately felt pleasure again. Zack let the cock slide all the way in and then started riding the chief's cock. 😄 You dirty whore. Your pussy is so hungry for cock that it slides in without any trouble. But Zack couldn't keep it up for long, the G and the Tina had made him completely high and made it difficult for him to stay upright. After riding the chief's cock for a while, Zack fell over and the chief laid him on his back but didn't give him a second's rest. He took his legs and put them on his shoulders and pushed his cock into Zack's loose and wet pussy, which didn't stop moaning with pleasure. The chief continued to pound Zack's pussy hard until he was about to cum. Then he quickly pulled his cock out of Zack's pussy. 😄 Open your mouth, slut, so I can shoot my load into it. For now, only Master Chief's DNA is allowed to be shot into your pussy until you get the fuck flu and become pozz. Zack opened his mouth without any problems and felt the chief's cock enter his mouth and spurt load after load of cum inside. Zack's mouth was completely filled with the chief's white cream, and Zack had no choice but to swallow the cum because, even though he was still very high, he realized that if he didn't swallow the cum, he would experience pain again. 😄 Good bitch. You realize you can't let a drop of cum go to waste. The chief walked to a cabinet and took out a leather harness. He walked over to Zack and gave it to him to put on. Zack didn't know how to put the leather thing on, so the chief helped him. Then the chief took another good look at him and squeezed his ass again. 😄 That looks much better, boy. We're going to train you so that you'll really enjoy pain and crave cock and cum. Zack was still pretty dazed, but he had given up and resigned himself to it. He was tired from fighting and couldn't deny that he had enjoyed the fuck. Tommy was still being fucked by his chief and he enjoyed every thrust into his youthful cunt. The chief couldn't hold out much longer and thrust a few more times deep into Tommy's cave before pulling his cock out of Tommy's ass. He turned Tommy around and shot his load into Tommy's mouth, who had to get used to the taste and amount of cum spurting out of his chief's cock. Tommy wanted to spit out the cum but got a slap on the head from his chief. 😄 Dare to spit out my load, slut. 😄 A load that isn't shot into your pussy, you have to swallow or lick up. Never let a drop go to waste. Tommy had to concentrate for a moment to be able to swallow the cum and not be disgusted. But by concentrating, he managed to let the chief's load slide down his throat. The chief took the metal plug again and pushed it into Tommy's gaping pussy. 😄 We have to make sure your pussy stays nice and open and supple, boy. So you're always ready to be used. Tommy was completely exhausted and was processing everything in his head. The chief left him alone in the room, and not much later his instructor came to take him to his room. There, Tommy fell down on his bed and tried to sort everything out. Although he was still flying high, he was able to think more clearly. He tried to process everything that had just happened to him. The master chief pushed his cock balls deep into Kevin's pussy, and Kevin gasped for breath when Leander's cock slid deep into his throat at that moment. Kevin was shocked at how wonderful it felt to have a cock in both his mouth and his ass. It was so much better than he could ever have imagined. He had always wondered why a man would want to be fucked in the ass. Surely it couldn't be possible to enjoy that. But now that there was a cock in his own ass, Kevin had to admit that it gave him enormous pleasure and that it was a feeling that surpassed everything he had ever known as sexual pleasure in his life. Kevin wanted to moan loudly, but Leander's cock prevented him from doing so. But that didn't matter. Because Leander's cock tasted so delicious in his mouth, and the precum that ran out of it made up for everything. The master chief pulled his cock out of Kevin's pussy and pushed him onto his side. Leander assumed a 69 position and the master chief pushed his cock balls deep into Kevin's pussy in one go. J: Ohhhhhh yeah, hmmmmmm. You have a nice pussy, boy, men will line up to fill your pussy with their toxic loads and their DNA. Suck each other and show me what sluts you are. Kevin was in cock heaven and as he sucked Leander's meat stick inside, he moaned with pleasure. Leander also opened his mouth and sucked Kevin's limp cock inside. Kevin was now completely ecstatic. Because now his own cock had ended up in a warm, moist mouth and he felt Leander's tongue playing with his foreskin and how his tongue licked his glans and shaft. Kevin followed the movements Leander was showing him with his own tongue and mouth, trying to refine his technique. Because this would not be the last time he would suck a cock, he was now convinced of that. Kevin felt moisture start to flow from his pussy and how easily Master Chief's cock slid in and out of his pussy. It felt wonderful to be fucked by such a masculine and dominant man. Master Chief increased the intensity of his thrusts and Kevin couldn't hold out much longer. Although his cock wasn't stiff, he felt that he was going to cum because his prostate was constantly being stimulated and because Leander was playing with his cock so deliciously. If Kevin could have, he would have been moaning loudly and shouting that he was going to cum. But his mouth was too full, and Leander felt his mouth being filled with Kevin's negative load. When his mouth was full, he showed his mouth full of cum to Master Chief. Master Chief signaled for him to spit the cum into Kevin's mouth, and Leander turned and placed his mouth on Kevin's and let the cum run into Kevin's mouth. J: Fuck yeah, slut. Swallow your own cum and taste your last negative load. Because I'm about to fill your cunt with my babies so you can transform into a pozz slut begging for fresh toxic loads. Kevin was completely tripping and swallowed his own load without any problem, and then Leander pushed his cock back into Kevin's mouth. Tasting his own load had made him even more eager for Leander's load, and Kevin sucked extra hard on Leander's cock. Leander couldn't hold it in any longer and he cried out. Kevin felt his mouth being filled again and once more he let the warm, delicious cum slide down his throat. Master Chief now turned Kevin onto his back and put his legs on his shoulders. J: I want to see your face, boy, when I dump my infectious load in your pussy and transform you. I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you beg for my cum and tell me you want to be a pozz slut. Beg for it, boy, and I'll reward you. Leander came up to Kevin's ear. He kissed him and whispered to him. L: Yes, baby, beg him. You won't regret it. You were born for this. This is who you are and always have been. Kevin was completely horny and enjoying this too much. So what they said must be true. K: Ohhhh fuck me, Master Chief. This is fucking delicious. It's true, I'm a slut, I want to feel every cock in my cunt. Pump me full of your dirty infectious load so I can be free and transform into a pozz whore. Please fill me up, Master Chief. J: Fuck yeah, boy. You dirty whore. My seed is going to destroy your cells and corrupt you. Kevin was still flying high, but he could still see the devilish look in Master Chief's eyes. Kevin heard Master Chief start to breathe heavier and suddenly start shouting intensely. J: Take it, you slut. Take my DNA and transform into what you were always meant to be. Master Chief shot his toxic load into Kevin's pussy and then fell back onto the mattress. Leander started kissing Kevin. L: You did well, baby. You made the best choice and you won't regret it. You were born for this. Master Chief reinserted the metal plug into Kevin's gaping, wet pussy and Leander took him to his room. Kevin lay down on his bed and enjoyed the afterglow of the wonderful session. Kevin woke up and saw the instructor standing by his bed. I: Fancy some dinner, Kevin? Kevin had just woken up and his head was still spinning. The instructor saw that Kevin wasn't fully awake yet and offered him a glass filled with G and Gatorade. I: Here, drink this, it will perk you up a bit. Kevin took the glass and drank it. It had a familiar chemical taste and somewhere he knew that it contained another dose of drugs and that he would soon be horny as hell again. But he didn't really care anymore, because he had already come to terms with the fact that this would be his new life. He still had to get used to it and fully surrender to it, but he felt that it was only a matter of time before he would want to give himself to a man even when he was sober. Because even now he was starting to feel attracted to his instructor. The instructor pulled him upright, and just as he stood up, he sank to his knees and bumped his head against his instructor's crotch. In his subconscious, he felt the urge to pleasure the instructor's cock, and without realizing it, he began to moan softly and caressed the instructor's shaft with his head. The instructor noticed what was happening and grabbed Kevin's head, pushing him a little harder against his stiffening cock. I: Do you want to suck him, Kevin? Kevin was startled and snapped out of his fantasy. He shook his head and stood up straight. This was still a little too soon. But it was a close call; Kevin could have easily opened his instructor's pants and sucked his cock. Kevin followed his instructor and entered the dining hall, where he saw Dylan sitting. He had transformed even more. He was wearing a lace top, and through the glass table, Kevin could see that he was also wearing a lace pink thong. His lips and eyes were painted, and his nails were polished. But Kevin saw that Dylan looked happy, and although he found it strange, he was still glad that Dylan was happy. What could he say? He was transforming himself, only the thought of a dick behind that pink lace thong made Kevin's heart beat faster. Tommy sat down next to him and looked as miserable as he felt. K: Everything okay, Tommy? T: That last session was very intense and stirred up a lot of emotions. Kevin nodded. K: I understand what you mean, and I think I T: Don't tell me you're doubting yourself too. Kevin nodded, ashamed. T: Me too, and I still want to fight it, but I don't think I can win. Zack now sat down at the table too. He was still wearing his harness but no longer had a penis cage. Zack also looked defeated. His face had an extra bruise and there were welts on his back. T: Are you okay? Z: Yes, but I give up. I'm going to accept it. Zack looked at Dylan. Z: As long as they don't make me wear a pink thong and put makeup on me, it's fine. Tears began to run down Tommy's cheeks. T: If you give up too, we're completely lost. The instructors came with the trays and placed them in front of the boys. Not much was eaten or said at the table, and after fifteen minutes the instructors returned. Tommy and Kevin's hands were tied to their chairs. Neither of them resisted, because their dose of G, which had already been increased, had taken effect and they were starting to fly. Z: Not again. I can't take it anymore. The instructors took the trays away and disappeared from the room. Master Chief and two other chiefs came in with various items. Zack was grabbed and a spreader bar was attached between his legs. His arm was tied down. Z: No, please. I'll be good. Master Chief laughed. J: Have you given up already, boy? I expected a little more resistance from you. But we're going to show the others how willing you've become. Zack tried to resist, but it was no use. He saw a syringe and his arm was held firmly in place. The others watched in shock in their dazed state and saw how the masked chief stuck the needle into Zack's arm and how the clear liquid in the syringe turned red. The chief pushed the plunger in and the red liquid disappeared into Zack's arm. Zack started coughing violently and the others saw Zack's transformation into a willing and cock-hungry whore before their eyes. Zack started moaning and his arms were clicked together by two wristbands. Z: Oh fuck, oh fuck. Fuck me. Hmmmmm. I'm such a dirty slut. The others started to get horny themselves, and seeing Zack didn't help them to fight it. Zack was pulled upright and his arms were attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Zack struggled to stay upright and hung with his full weight on the chain. Master Chief stood behind Zack with a whip, waiting and teasing Zack with it first. Zack began to moan loudly when he felt the leather strands sliding over his body. Master Chief gave him his first lash with the whip and Zack cried out and moaned with pain and pleasure. J: Dirty slut, you're already enjoying being tortured. You're a pain slave by nature. Master Chief struck a few more times, and then another Chief hung a weight from Zack's cock and balls and placed two nipple clamps on Zack's nipples. The others had become so horny that they wanted to play with themselves, but that was not possible. Suddenly, both Tommy and Kevin felt the plug in their asses start to work, and now they too began to moan. Dylan was ordered by a chief to get on his knees and was placed in front of Tommy and Kevin. 😄 Suck them nice and hard, baby. I know you want to. That was indeed what Daisy wanted. She bit her painted lower lip with her teeth and looked lustfully at the two cocks in front of her. First, she took Tommy's cock in her mouth and licked it as if it were a lollipop. Meanwhile, Master Chief was busy spanking Zack's ass. Zack's ass was already turning a nice red, and with every slap, the weight swung back and forth on Zack's balls. Zack couldn't process all the stimuli and surrendered completely. Z: Fuck me, hit me, I surrender completely. Master Chief stood in front of Zack and knocked off the nipple clamps. A huge jolt of pain shot through Zack's body, but when he opened his mouth to scream, Master Chief's tongue was pushed into his mouth and he began to kiss him fiercely. Master Chief growled and grabbed Zack's jaws, squeezed them, and then gave him another hard slap. J: Dirty whore. Just a little longer and my dirty seed will have transformed you. Then you'll be a dirty pozz whore forever. Zack moaned and searched for Master Chief's mouth. J: Look at the whore. He's already looking for the next dick he can suck. Isn't that right, slut? Again, Zack was slapped on the head and pushed forward, falling to his knees. Master Chief's cock went in front of him, and Master Chief grabbed Zack's head and pushed it into his crotch. J: Suck it, bitch. Show me how much you want this cock in your mouth and then in your cunt. Meanwhile, Dylan was sucking Kevin's dick, and both Kevin and Tommy had become extremely horny. They started kissing each other spontaneously, and the chief standing next to them pushed their heads even closer together. C: Yes, you dirty sluts, let yourselves go completely. Soon it will be your turn.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 2 Dr Matthew froze for a few moments. This must have been the guy who loaded him full of poz cum a few years prior. He remembered every detail and almost nightly, for over 7 years, has played it back in his head before falling asleep. For it was then, at night, tired from long days of preaching safe sex and PrEP use to his patients, that the encounter with the biohazard guy at the glory hole would puncture his steely resolve, and memories of Keith’s huge poz weapon penetrating and unloading pure HIV seed into Matthew’s hole. Of course, it had to be Keith who was on the other side of the partition, who else would have that license plate? He made up his mind, right then and there, not to hire the tall, hot nurse with the full beard and tufts of dark chest hair spilling over the top of his scrubs, his buff arms straining against the material. “No, don’t hire him,” he said to himself “no matter how good a nurse he might be,” he had convinced himself. Or so he thought. “Welcome to the practice”, he found himself saying to Keith 20 minutes later. Keith had handled himself well in the interview, answering all the questions and even strongly implied that he could bring in a following of new patients who would need HIV care, but not going into details about how and why they’d be newly poz patients. Dr. Matthew heard all of this on one level, but inside his mind he was replaying that quickie at the arcade with this gorgeous specimen of manhood who unbeknownst to Keith had planted his poz pole up Matthew’s ass and seeded him deeply with a huge load of toxic HIV cum. Dr Matthew struggled to keep his composure, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his cock was responding in an unprofessional NSFW way. By every measure, Keith became a model employee and was quickly advanced to the Head Nurse position. To Dr. Matthew, he became indispensable. And sure enough, Keith would refer a lot of new patients to Dr. Matthew’s practice, all gay men and almost all newly pozzed. Most of them would get put on meds right away and be content with that. A few, however, deferred meds until “some point in the future,” as a lot of them would say. Dr. Matthew, being the open-minded doctor he had trained to be, and wanting to be responsive to his patients’ needs, listened carefully and would always advise guys to start meds, but if that wasn’t their wish, he would counsel them on how to stay healthy and not spread the virus. It went on like that for a couple of years, preaching meds, or safe sex and condoms and as soon as Dr. Matthew would finish up and leave the exam room, he’d head back to his office, close the door, and grab his expanding cock and jerk it furiously at the thought of poz guys loading him up with HIV. He knew in his head it was wrong, but his cock said otherwise. Eventually, he started noticing guys coming back for follow-up appointments with biohazard or scorpion tats on them, usually just above crotch level or prominently on one bicep or both. Even a few guys boldly had the words “HIV” or “AIDS” tattooed on them. Then, the dark Xs started making an appearance as tats on guys…and they began to proliferate on their subjects. Eric, a new patient Keith referred, even had 5 Xs branded across his abdomen. And fewer and fewer of his newly pozzed patients would start meds right away. He felt his education of his pozzed patients starting not to take hold with them and wondered what he could do or say differently. On the first day that new patient Randy came in, Dr. Matthew delivered his standard speech about meds and Randy said he’d get the Rx filled right away. Matthew watched as Randy left the building and threw away the pamphlets and the prescription in a trash can. Randy returned late on a Friday afternoon about 6 few months later for follow-up labs and he noticed 2 black Xs inked across his mid-section. Finally, he worked up the courage to ask: “Randy, if you don’t mind my asking, and you can tell me to MYOB, but what are the Xs meant to represent?” Randy, already a veteran poz father to over 20 men, spoke up and for the first time, proudly and unashamedly articulated the concept of The Ten to the young idealistic well-meaning doctor. “Each one stands for 10 guys I’ve helped into the brotherhood of HIV,” doc”, Randy explained. “Every 10th guy we poz, we get another X marked on us. There’s a whole brotherhood of guys pozzing chasers. It’s an incredibly powerful feeling knowing your HIV is gifted to someone else!” Dr. Matthew had suspected this was the case, as so many of Keith’s friends came in as new patients, all of them poz – some of them to go on meds, and some not. Still, the idea that there was an organized group of men doing this was way beyond what he could comprehend. His mind was reeling at the thought of Randy and Keith and all the other hot poz men he’s been treating. He hurried through the rest of the appointment, only pausing to look at and explain to Randy’s his viral load numbers and they were impressive…Still, Randy was in good health and professed no symptoms other than a greatly enhanced libido, for which he smiled at the thought. “Doc, since I went poz,” Randy explained “I’m thinking about breeding every hour of every day…if a day goes by where I don’t blow my poz load inside at least one dude, I’m an unhappy guy. Luckily, nearly every day I get to fuck at least one chaser…and I wouldn’t have it any other way, Doc!” This was the last appointment for the week, and he saw Randy to the door, then turned back to his office, the lab printouts still in his hand. The young idealistic doctor took the papers to his office, locking the door behind him and closing the shades on the window. He laid the papers on his desk, sitting in his big chair and quickly unbuttoned and lowered his pants. His cock was already rigid and as he looked at the results: Viral Load, CD4 count, and thinking of all the men in this burgeoning group called “The Ten,” rejoicing and spreading HIV at will…he could not control his cock or the thoughts racing in his head. He stood up and with a few final frantic tugs on his hard member, he blew his load over the papers, the neg load pooling right where the Randy’s HIV numbers were. He felt possessed by the thought of going POZ…he knew it was wrong on so many levels but once the idea imprinted itself in his brain, he couldn’t help it - he felt powerless to resist. He knew he was a medical professional with a reputation to uphold , so he decided that if he was going to indulge in bug-chasing, he would at least go out of town to do it, where no one he knew might see him. That’s why early Saturday morning, he was on the I-10 to Palm Springs. Atypically, traffic was mercifully light, and in a bit over 2 hours, the young doctor rolled up to the Cathedral City Men’s Club, a place he had heard about from Keith. A banner inside the entrance proclaimed “PIG WEEK 2025 .” He went into the office and there was one available room left. The desk clerk alerted him to the shower hose in the bathroom for prepping one’s hole, and told him where the “play areas” were on the grounds. One hour later, Dr. Matthew ventured over to the play area which was a black tented area, the entrance obscured by thick heavy curtains. He went in and let his eyes adjust from the bright desert sunshine to the dark environment. He was ready, he was going to take any and all loads that these Palm Springs guys had to offer. Finding an available sling in the corner, he settled in it, his feet in the stirrups and his near-virgin hole exposed. Did he know what he was doing or how to act in this place? Not entirely…but his hardening cock and twitching hole led him into the sling. He closed his eyes and waited. It wasn’t a long wait. Soon, a warm hand was fingering at his hole, then a warm tongue flicking and finding its way inside him. He moved with the motions of the guy rimming him and finally opening his eyes, saw the man positioning his hard raw cock at Matthew’s opening, forcing its way inside and settling in balls-deep inside the young idealistic doctor who knew in his head this was wrong but was powerless to stop it. The guy fucked him for awhile but then vacated his hole for another dude in a sling to the left. Dr. Matthew was briefly disappointed but within seconds a new guy took his place inside the young doctor’s hole. “Oh, it’s like a try-out all the merchandise for these guys,” he thought to himself as the second man withdrew and moved on and was soon replaced by a 3rd cock in his ass. And this went on for some time, until the very first man to penetrate him returned and resumed his fucking of Matthew…With his eyes acclimated to the dark, he made out the outline of a scorpion tat on the guys pec. This was a poz cock he was getting! The guy heaved and huffed and finally announced that he was going to breed the young doctor: “Take that dirty poz load you fucking whore!” he exclaimed as eight or nine shots of toxic semen got blasted inside Matthew’s guts. A few of the top men gathered around, Matthew recognizing the 2nd guy from earlier who said to the breeder as his load was delivered into Matthew’s butt: “Nice, Frankie, get that unmedicated seed up in the little bitch,” and with that Frankie pulled out and the second man went back inside the doctor “I’m gonna blow, take that poz cum, you little fucking slut!” This brought a few more men to cluster around the sling and soon enough Matthew had four, then five, then six poz loads up his hole. The men were relentless in their fucking…no sooner would they drop a viral load in the young doctor’s cunt would they move on to whoever was in the next sling and repeat the insemination there. Was it really like Randy and Keith said that the virus demands multiple breedings and wills it to be so? Medically speaking, he knew that didn’t really make sense, but here was contrary evidence as these poz unmedicated viral men repeatedly blew their dirty loads up Matthew’s ass, and also his sling neighbors. This went on for over 2 hours during which Matthew figured he’d taken at least 15 loads of viral cum from about 10 guys. The guy they called Frankie contributed 5 of those and from what Matthew could tell, Frankie spent a lot of time fucking the other guys in the room, but only would load up Matthew’s hole. “I wanna give my HIV babies a fighting chance up in that newby cunt of yours, kid,” Frankie said as his 5th load of HIV cum was blasted into Matthew’s hole “increase my odds that it’s my strain that’s infecting you into the brotherhood, pig!” Finally, Matthew’s blown-out hole had had enough and as the crowd of men had thinned out, the young idealistic doctor took himself out of the sling and, unsteadily at first, made his way to the exit. Frankie, spying him as he was leaving came up to him wielding a lucite buttplug. “Here, get this up that bug trap of yours, brother…let those AIDS-loads soak in, you don’t wanna lose any,” and he roughly bent Matthew forward and the plug found its way inside Matthew’s blown-out cunt with ease. Matthew retreated to his room, his mind abuzz with what he had done. He was so excited and keyed up that, finally falling onto the motel bed, his cock once again sprang to life, and shot a hands-free load of neg cum up into the air. “Was this my last neg load, or my first poz one,” he wondered to himself as he relaxed, plug in place holding all that HIV inside him. After a long nap with the plug inside him, Matthew started to feel hungry…he hadn’t eaten all day, so he took himself to a local bistro…his mind was still swirling at what he had done but his hole, wet with poz cumloads and stuffed with Frankie’s buttplug, felt sated. He was looking over the menu when he heard his name. “Matthew?” someone called. He looked up and there was his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli, from whom Matthew had bought the medical practice 2 years earlier. “What are you doing in P.S?” Martinelli asked, as Matthew motioned for his mentor to join him and Dan sat across from him. “Just a quick getaway,” the young doctor replied “I needed a little holiday…and what about you?” “Oh, as you know, I live here now…I’m meeting some friends for dinner, they’re in town for a…convention,” he said, “at the men’s club down the road. Oh, here they come now.” Matthew looked up from the menu and past his mentor Dr. Martinelli, to see none other than Frankie and 2 of the other poz men who just a couple of hours ago, blew their toxic cum up Matthew’s ass. Matthew thought to himself how retirement agreed with Dan Martinelli, with his salt-and-pepper hair and beard and his tall frame, with the same green eyes. He was rocking a hot body for a man in his 60s…thin but muscular in his sleeveless T and shorts. Frankie and company approached and greeted their friend Dan. “How do you know this little cumwhore, Dan?” Frankie asked, in his usual booming voice, to which Martinelli spun around and said to Frankie “Him? You mean Matthew?” “Fuck yes! We spent the afternoon loading up that little bitch with HIV, and he took 5 loads alone from me, and a lot more from these guys” Frankie announced, pointing to his friends. “Why, Matthew, a man of hidden talents,” Martinelli smirked at his young protégé. Frankie and his entourage moved over to their table, and Martinelli turned back to Matthew and said “I need to go join them, but when did you start chasing, Matthew?” “I guess you could say it started today in reality,” he replied “but it’s been building inside me for awhile.” Dr. Martinelli nodded in agreement:“Yeah, I spent my career trying to keep guys negative, but once I retired, I stopped my meds so I could pass the gift around, and I’ve never been happier.” and with that Dr. Martinelli lifted up his shirt and revealed several bio tats and a dark X tattooed on his furry midsection. “Got my 10th poz son just a couple of weeks ago. Such an incredible feeling to create poz sons with your strain!” With that, Martinelli joined his friends, greeting each of them with a deep kiss and laughing at the depravity of pozzing up guys at will and dropping HIV loads into the little idealistic doctor. As Matthew resumed looking at the menu, his phone buzzed: a text from Dr. Martinelli: “Hey, you want some more loads? I didn’t get to go to the Men’s Club earlier, but my cock is gonna burst if I don’t get some relief. Balls full of HIV babies for you, kid. Meet me in the parking lot…now!” Dr. Matthew and Dr. Dan Martinelli met 30 seconds later in the parking lot, Martinelli taking his protégé’s arm and leading him behind a dumpster. “Right here, in the open?” Matthew said as Dan was leading him by the elbow “don’t you think…” “I’m not asking permission, whore,” Dan interrupted. “We’re doing this right here and right now, my balls are gonna fucking explode. When you poz up, Matty, you’ll understand. It takes over your whole being, to breed and seed and replicate,” he said, loosening Matthew’s belt and dropping his pants. A hard push on Matthew’s back sent him leaning against the wall, and Dr. Dan unbuttoned his own jeans and spit on his raging boner. Removing the buttplug Frankie had shoved inside Matthew’s cunt, and with the benefit of the streetlamp above, Dr. Dan could see Matthew’s gaped hole glistening with AIDS-cum from Frankie and Co. The buttplug also glistened with the cumloads of so many men who fucked and bred the young doctor and Martinelli shoved it into Matthew’s mouth. “Taste that poz cum straight outta your hole, you little bug-chasing bitch. You like taking those bugs, boy?” he said as he positioned his HIV pole against the young doctor’s hole. “Here are some more for you,” and he plunges his toxic fuckstick up inside Matthew, the cum already up there making it silky smooth and inviting. “Oh, baby boy, I’m not gonna last long in this cummy pussy of yours, get ready for my poison load. Pure high-viral unmedicated AIDS-cum for your greedy cumhole.” Dr. Dan thrust deeper up Matthew’s cunt and delivered fresh shots of HIV inside the young doctor, about 9 cumblasts in all. “I’m super viral now that I stopped my meds over a year ago,” I know we’ll never know for sure, but I hope it’s my strain that turns you,” he said, shuddering and shaking with his cock depositing the last few drops of HIV inside Matthew. He withdraws his cummy pozzing stick from the young doctor’s hole, replacing it again with the buttplug. “I’m going back to my friends now, whore,” he says, reaching for his phone. “I’m texting you my address. I’ll unlock the door with my phone app, just make yourself comfortable. By ‘comfortable’, I mean ass up and waiting…I’m not done with you.” Dr. Matthew did as instructed, and 90 minutes later, Dr. Dan returned home and found the young doctor ass up and waiting. Over that night, Dr. Dan forcefully filled his cunt with 3 more loads of HIV that evening and finally at 3am released him from his dominance and Matthew returned to the hotel wiped out, his happy hole remaining plugged, absorbing all those sweet viral loads. He would have a lot to tell his nurse Keith on Monday morning but for now, Dr. Matthew Joon Hill, noted safe-sex and condom advocate, who had written thousands of prescriptions for PrEP to his patients, went to sleep with about 18 poz loads soaking into his hole. He slept sounder than he had done in years. End of Chapter 2

Chapter 6 (brought to you by @pozzible and Venice.ai) Kyle Simmons watched the scene unfold with the calm, predatory patience of a hunter who had been tracking his prey for years. But this wasn't a hunt. This was an ordination. Nate, his oldest friend, his brother-in-arms from the wrestling mats, was finally where he was always meant to be: spread open, vulnerable, his hole glistening and already leaking the precious seed of his own son. The air in the room was a holy perfume of sweat, sex, and chemicals, the incense of their new church. He stepped forward, his massive frame eclipsing the light from the hallway. He saw the flicker of old-world fear and shame in Nate's eyes, the last dying embers of the man who worried about portfolios and PTA meetings. Kyle was here to extinguish those embers and fan the flames of the man who was being born. "Kyle," Nate breathed, the name a prayer and a confession. "Nate," Kyle rumbled, his voice a low gravel that vibrated in his own chest. He ran a hand over his own belly, feeling the raised edges of the black scorpion tattoo. "Heard you were finally joining the club." He was wearing only a towel around his waist, the standard uniform of the spa. With a single, sharp tug, he released it, letting it fall to the floor. His ten-inch cock sprang free, a formidable weapon, thick and veiny, a tool of his trade that had stealthed countless men, a ghost in the night, leaving his mark without a word. But tonight was different. Tonight, he would be a god, and his name would be known. He stepped into the room, his eyes locking onto Nate’s well-fucked, cum-leaking hole. "Been a long time, my friend," he said, stroking his monstrous shaft, the foreskin pulling back to reveal a glistening, angry head. "But I'm not gonna be a ghost this time. You're gonna feel every inch of this. And you're gonna know exactly what I'm giving you." As Kyle positioned himself between Nate's legs, Brandon moved with the quiet efficiency of a high priest preparing a sacrifice. In his hand was a syringe, already loaded with a clear, viscous liquid. He found a prominent vein on Kyle's powerful bicep, the muscle corded with years of discipline. "Time for the sacrament, Coach," Brandon murmured. Kyle didn't flinch as the needle slid home and the plunger was depressed. He simply inhaled sharply as the fire slammed into his bloodstream, his eyes rolling back for a second before snapping open, burning with a new, feral intensity. At the same time, Geoff knelt by the sling. He held the glass pipe, the bowl glowing cherry red as he inhaled. But he didn't shotgun it. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to his father's well-used hole, creating a seal. He exhaled, forcing a thick cloud of chem-smoke directly into Nate's ass. Nate gasped, his body arching as the potent vapor was absorbed directly into the sensitive tissues, his hole instantly buzzing, tingling, and opening like a flower in the sun. Kyle ran a calloused finger up the inside of Nate's thigh, making him shudder. "I've been waiting for this, Nate," Kyle said, his voice a low growl, amplified by the slam. "All those years I watched you on the mat, I saw the fire in you. But you were always holding back. Always playing by their rules." He leaned in, his face inches from Nate's now steaming hole. "This is our rule now. The only one that matters." He spat, a thick wad of saliva landing directly on Nate's puckered entrance. He used the head of his cock to smear it around, mixing it with Geoff's leaking cum and the lingering cloud of smoke. "You see, that boy of yours… he gave you the key. He unlocked the door. But I'm the one who's gonna show you what's on the other side." He pushed the thick head of his cock against the slick, swollen ring. "This is the Scorpion's gift, Nate. A lineage of pure, unadulterated power. It’s gonna burn through you, remake you from the inside out." With a slow, inexorable push, he began to enter. Nate cried out, his back arching off the leather. Kyle was bigger than Geoff, thicker, and his entry was a statement of pure, unadulterated dominance. "Fuck yeah, that's it," Kyle grunted, feeding another inch into the tight, velvety heat. "Take that fucking poz dick. Feel me opening you up." He brought his hand down in a sharp, stinging slap on Nate's ass. SMACK! "This hole belongs to the brotherhood now!" He began to move, his strokes long and powerful, each one a lesson in submission. He wasn't just fucking; he was sculpting, rearranging Nate's insides to fit his own massive shape. "Breathe through it, Nate," he coached, his hips pistoning. "Open up for me. Let me in. You need this. You've always needed this." Geoff leaned down, his face next to his father's. "You see, Dad? This is what it's all about. This is the family we always should have been." He dribbled spit into Nate's open, gasping mouth. The sight of his friend, his protégé, now a man and a dominant in his own right, sent a fresh wave of lust through Kyle. He grabbed Nate's hips, his grip like iron, and began to pound in earnest, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against Nate's ass filling the room. He was a machine, a relentless force of nature, and Nate was the earth he was plowing. "Time for your real seeding, my friend," Kyle roared, his rhythm turning brutal. "Time to give you my fucking toxic gift!" He slammed into Nate one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His body went rigid, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as his cock erupted, pumping a massive, infectious load deep into Nate's guts. It was a flood, a torrent of his very essence, the Scorpion's venom finding its new home. Nate screamed, a sound of pure, agonizing ecstasy as he felt the hot, potent flood fill him, triggering his own explosive orgasm, his cock firing ropes of cum across his chest and stomach. Kyle stayed plugged in for a long moment, his chest heaving, ensuring every last drop was deposited. He slowly pulled out, and a river of cum, his and Geoff's, flowed from Nate's gaping, well-used hole. But the ritual wasn't over. Brandon stepped forward, a black permanent marker in his hand. He nodded at Kyle, who took it from him. The coach looked down at Nate, who was lying limp, spent, and radiant in the sling. His face was a mask of sublime surrender. "We claim you," Kyle said, his voice now solemn, a priest performing the final rite. He uncapped the marker and, with a steady hand, drew a perfect, stark biohazard trefoil on Nate's forehead. It was a brand more profound than any ink on skin. It was a mark of ownership, of purpose, of a new birth. "He is one of us now," Kyle declared to the room, to the universe. "He is Biohazard."

I had to fly ASAP for work and the only flight was through a quick connection in Berlin, so I reluctantly booked it and hoped for the best. Unfortunately (or maybe?) there was a delay and I had about to wait in the airport till the issue was fixed and continue the journey. Before I took off my partner and another guy destroyed my hole and flooded my guts with 5 loads that they plugged me so I could feel them sloshing during the flights. This only makes me horny and I was gagging for some more loads as I was waited in a large suite at the lounge, getting myself drunk while waiting. naturally I fired up the apps but nothing but flakes and keyboard wankers were hitting me. That was until I got a message from a blank profile, normally I don't bother but I was bored and drunk so I opened to read. Jackpot! it was a hot couple, black and hot in their mid 20's, athletic bodies with 2 hung and thick cocks! I invited them to come over the lounge and used my points to allow them grant them plenty to the VIP lounge and walked them to the suite, they seemed a bit nervous but way hotter in person! as soon as the door was shut behind us I stripped to my jockstrap and they immediately took off all their clothes, showing their amazing bodies and large cocks! They must've been 11-12 inches and couldn't speak English very well but it didn't matter, since we formed a 3-way kiss and I was soon on my knees servicing their cocks deep in my throat, taking them all the way to my stomach before I suggested we go to the bed and continue the fun there. one laid down for me to suck as the other came behind me and started playing with my plugged hole till he popped it out to see my loose hole filled with cum, he got so turned on and told to his partner how wet I am before I felt his cock head on my hole. I was already so turned on and wet from the loads I took that I just eased myself all the way, taking his cock to the root up my hole. I had both their cocks deep in my hole as I heard the guy behind me gasping and his partner telling him to fuck me. and oh boy did he fuck, from just being still in my hole to a rough pounding in a split second! I was moaning like a good whore around the cock in my mouth and took the pounding I was given like a champ as they both talked dirty to me in German. Oink! after about 10 minutes of non stop animalistic fuck I felt my hole getting more stretched as I felt him unload rope after rope after rope of cum deep inside. He must've cummed a gallon before he finished and took out his cock! I instinctively turned around, sat on his partners cock to the base and took the cock that was glistening from my loaded hole in my mouth to taste all the cum and clean his cock. I was again getting my hole pounded and my mouth continues sucking him back to rock hard as his partner roared and flooded my hole with yet another load. he pulled out and the guy I was sucking laid next to him so I positioned myself ontop and sat my hole on his cock and used my spent muscles to massage his cock, that drove him wild and he started to pace himself into a good fuck as I was cleaning the other guys cock as well. then I had an idea and asked if they wanted to DP my hole, their eyes lit up like it was Christmas and both yelled in agreement lol I positioned myself on the cock behind me so his partner could join and fill my begging hole. I just fucking love the tight squeeze at the beginning before the second cock head pops in my hole!! and soon after they got into a rhythm and both fucked my stretched hole, starting slow and steady, turning into a contest between them for who's pounding harder and deeper, while my hole was making sloshing noises from the loads haha it took about 20 minutes before they both roared and dumped 2 fresh loads in my hole i was spent and we collapsed on the bed as a sweaty pile of bodies smelling of cum and sex. One of them needed to piss so I suggested we all take a shower, and soon as we got in I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth and nodded at him, he took the hint and started pissing in my mouth I obediently drank it all till the last drop till he pulled out his hardening cock so I could swallow his partners piss load as well 🐷 after I had drank both till the last drop we opened the tap and started showering under the hot water, chatting a bit and feeling each other up with our soapy hands till one of them felt up my hole again and started fingering me, 1, then 2, 3, 4 went in easily and I kept begging for more before his fist was lodged up my hole! He played in me a little before pulling out letting his partner fist me to a bit before I came handsfree with his arm deep in my guts! that got them both rock hard again and as soon as he pulled his fist I was lifted on on g their cocks as the second pushed in my well spent hole into another quick double fuck till they rewarded me with another load each. As my feet touched the ground again I leaned over to clean them both and we quickly finished showering. As I got out I saw I had a missed call and looked at the time, 2 hours had gone by and I had to rush to my flight hehe they plugged my hole back with the plug I had with me before we parted ways. as I walked outside I saw a couple men that worked there smiling at me. Apparently the walls are very thin and everyone heard my loud moans lol I just smiled back, hoping next time they all join in as I was making my way to my flight. one of the flight attendants gave me a wicked grin as I was seated in my first class cabin and I knew it's going to be a fun 8 hours flight...

Sadly I don’t know my dad but started out with my step dad at around 13 when one of his mates became my “boyfriend” and he was showing me “tricks” and helping me “show off” which eventually introduced an uncle and my PE teacher to the mix. By 15 or 16 I had a few boyfriends and a reputation which I loved. 😜 Set me up for what I am now😈

It always started the same way. Some kid trawling Scruff after hitting the bars cause he didn't get lucky. Eric smiled when the kid sent him a woof -- another kid that was going get more than he was looking for. Eric's cock twitched at the idea of breeding this boy. He worked out hard and was in great shape; he had ink in all the right places but had the attitude to back it up. The kid's stats were pretty hot -- 6'2", 185 lbs and 23 years old-- too young to be completely filled out, but well on his way. After a few more details, the kid was on his way over. Eric's cock began to stiffen and push against his jeans, betraying his eagerness to share his seed with the boy. He went to the dungeon and put on his harness, perfectly framing the biohazard tattoo on his chest. He was ready to give this boy the fuck of his life. Perfectly on cue, there was a knock on the door upstairs and Eric went up to greet him. Opening the door, the boy was startled and stammered out a hello. Pulling him inside and slamming the door behind him, Eric easily overwhelmed the kid and nailed him to the wall. Forcing his tongue into the boy's mouth, he gave the boy a preview of what would be happening to his ass in a few minutes. The kid was enthusiastic and immediately moved his hands down Eric's jeans to feel his stiff cock. It was nine by seven, and a number 2 gauge PA. His cock was the perfect tool to share his gift, especially with inexperienced kids like this boy. In seconds, Eric's jeans were on the floor and the boy's face was buried his crotch, face smashed into the leaking red jock. Grabbing the kid under his arms, Eric heaved him to his feet and pushed him down the stairs to the dungeon. Pulling his head into his right arm and forcing the boy's mouth open again, Eric unzipped the kid's shorts and shoved them to the ground. The kid was wearing a jock like he was told and was about to be rewarded for it. Guiding the boy over to the leather covered St. Andrew's Cross leaned against the wall, he smiled as he pushed the boy against the cross and spread his legs. Tracing his tongue from the back of the boy's neck to the band of his jock, he could taste the salty sweat of excitement. As Eric moved his hand to spread the kid's checks, he felt the boy relax. He began tongue fucking the boy's ass, getting it ready for his leaking cock. Reaching down to his own jock, he pushed the pouch to the side, letting out his cock and balls. Slowly, he stood up, tracing the kid's spine with his tongue back up to his neck, and wrapped his right arm around the boy's neck in a choker hold. As the boy began to protest, Eric bit his neck firmly and the kid relaxed -- Eric's profile said he liked it rough. Using his free hand, he guided his dripping cock to just behind the boy's cunt and grinned. Without warning, he pushed his full 230 pounds of muscle down on the little bitch and impaled him with one stroke. As he felt his PA against the boy's hole, he instinctively tightened his arm around the boy's neck and forced his cock inside the kid. The boy tried to pull his ass off of Eric's cock, but the cross was in front and Eric's cock was behind. It was no use trying to get away. Eric was stronger than the boy by a long shot and his arm was like steel around the kid's neck. For just a second, he flashed back to his own youth when he was in the same position as this boy, about to be given a gift that would change his life forever. Amused by the boy's reaction, he began relentlessly pounding his cock into the boy's ass. Since that day ten years earlier, Eric had never worn a rubber. The kid would soon understand the gift he was about to receive and like Eric, would soon want nothing more than to share it. Pushing harder and deeper into the young stud's cunt, Eric's balls slapped the boy's ass with fury. The fire in his balls burned as the boy struggled. And then, the feeling started -- a gentle tingle deep in his balls began to stir. Smashing the boy's hips into the cross, the fire in his balls was quickly building pressure and urgency. The little cunt was about to feel the gift exploding from Eric's cock, flooding him from the inside and sharing the dark gift with him. Grinning with the thought of what was about to happen, he slammed his cock as deep into the kid as possible, and then it began. He screamed with pleasure as the boy's ass, wrecked from the viscous fucking, seemed to seize on his cock. As his balls pumped the dirty seed into the boy, he thrust harder and harder careful not to waste one drop of seed. The boy's ass tightened, drinking the dark gift that began burning his innocent cunt. As wave after wave of diseased seed flowed into the boy's guts, Eric felt him relax. He'd felt it before, a man getting his first taste of poison cum, suddenly realizes the gift. Eric's seed was doing its work, passing into the stud's veins, burning into his soul and converting him. Eric thanked his Lord for the boy impaled on his cock as he continued to shoot streams of burning seed into him. The boy was a man now, a brother; forever a servant, branded with the dark seed. Eric's work was done for the night. As the last drops of Eric's seed were greedily swallowed by the boy's ass, he leaned forward to his ear and whispered "Welcome, my brother." Unlike his entry into the boy, Eric began to slowly pull his cock out. Covered in dirty slime, he admired the look of his tool and the tight ass that was reluctantly letting his cock withdraw. As his head began to emerge, he noticed a few thick pieces of cum, slightly obscuring his 999 tattoo. The boy, weak from being used turned around and looked into Eric's eyes. Eric saw the fire of the seed in the boy's eyes. Guiding his new brother gently down to his knees, he allowed the boy to clean the remaining cum from his cock and worship.

Chapter 7 The click of the marker cap was the final sound in the symphony of the night. It was the period at the end of a sentence that had been writing itself for twenty years. Brandon watched Kyle step back, his work complete. There, on his twin brother’s forehead, stark and undeniable against the sweat-sheened skin, was the symbol. The biohazard trefoil. A brand more profound than any inked into flesh, because this one was applied by a brother, witnessed by a son, and consecrated by a mentor. It was a holy trinity of ownership. Nate lay in the sling, his body limp and radiant, a vessel finally filled. His eyes were closed, but a serene, beatific smile graced his lips. He wasn't the hedge fund manager anymore. He wasn't the worried father or the grieving widower. He was pure, unadulterated potential, a man reborn in the crucible of his own deepest desires. Brandon felt a surge of love so potent it was almost painful. He had done this. He had brought his brother home. His gaze shifted to Geoff, who stood like a guardian at the head of the sling. The boy was truly gone. In his place was a man, his son, his nephew, his brother-in-arms. The pride in Geoff’s eyes was a mirror of Brandon’s own. He had claimed his father, not out of spite, but out of a profound, filial need to complete the circle. He had given Nate the key, and Brandon had provided the door. And Kyle. Their old friend, their coach. The man who had been the silent third in their youthful triad, the one whose eyes had always held a knowing, predatory glint. Brandon remembered the locker room showers, the way Kyle’s gaze would linger a second too long, the unspoken tension that hummed between them all. Kyle had been the first to find the path. Years after graduation, long before Geoff was even a thought, it was Kyle who had taken Brandon to a place just like this, who had held him down and whispered, "This is what we are, Brandon. This is our real strength." It was Kyle who had given Brandon his first taste of the Scorpion's gift, the lineage that now coursed through Nate’s veins. The circle wasn't just complete; it was a perfect, sacred geometry. This was never just about sex. The straight world saw their symbols, their acts, and called them toxic, dangerous. They were right, but not in the way they meant. Their world was the poison. The mortgages, the performance reviews, the endless pursuit of a hollow, sanitized perfection—that was the real plague. The Biohazard Brand was the antidote. It was a commitment to a truth so raw and powerful it felt radioactive. It was about finding strength in submission, power in surrender, and a family in the shadows. They weren't spreading a virus; they were spreading a revelation. A soft knock came from the door. The observers. The men who had been waiting in the hall, their anticipation a palpable force. This was the next step. The transition from the intimate rite to the communal welcome. Brandon nodded to Kyle, who opened the door. The men who filed in weren't a horde of lust-crazed animals. They moved with a quiet reverence. They were brothers, each with their own story, their own brand. Some had scorpions, some had spiders, some had the trefoil like Nate’s new mark. They didn't descend on the sling. Instead, they formed a respectful line. The first man, a heavily tattooed biker, approached Nate. He didn't touch him sexually. He simply leaned down, pressed his lips to the biohazard symbol on Nate's forehead, and whispered, "Welcome home, brother." The next did the same. And the next. It was a receiving line of the damned, the saved, the chosen. Each man paid his respects to the initiate, anointing the new mark with their breath, their welcome, their shared identity. Brandon watched as Nate, barely conscious, received this communion. A single tear traced a path through the sweat on his temple, a tear of pure, unmitigated release. As the last man paid his respects, Brandon’s mind was already racing toward the future. Nate was initiated. Now the real work began. His brother wasn't just a member; he was a weapon. A man of immense wealth, influence, and discipline, now utterly and completely loyal to the brotherhood. Brandon could already see the list of names, the men in Nate’s world who wore the same mask of quiet desperation that Nate had worn for years. Business partners, rivals, members of his exclusive country club. Nate would be their shepherd. He would bring them to the slaughter, and in doing so, he would grant them salvation. The Biohazard Brand wasn't just a mark. It was a promise. And tonight, they had just gained their most powerful apostle. The revolution had just begun.

It’s kind of funny to answer cause I don’t really think of it as “men I’ve had sex with,” because that makes it sound like I’m dating or fucking one-on-one, which I rarely do. I’m a cumdump. I count loads and cocks that have used me, not “men I’ve had sex with.” So the real answer is, I have no idea how many individual guys have been inside me, haha. I stopped keeping track of total loads somewhere north of 2,000 a few years ago. Probably closer to 3,000 by now. A lot of those cocks I never saw a face to, never spoke to, don’t even know if the same guy came back for seconds or thirds. So yeah… definitely in the thousand different loads range, probably pushing two or three thousand cocks that have dumped in me or on me. Every single one raw of course or I’d never count it. Still chasing the next thousand. 😊

Chapter 11 The warm weight of Scott’s hand on his, the raw honesty of his story, the smoky burn of the whiskey—it all coalesced into a single, throbbing point of heat in Jordan’s gut. He was completely unaware of the effect it was having on his body, the blood rushing south so fast it left him lightheaded. His thin basketball shorts, worn without underwear as always, provided no defense. A fierce, six-inch erection tented the fabric, the tip already damp with a bead of precum that seeped through the grey cotton, leaving a tiny, dark patch. He only realized his own state when he traced Scott’s gaze. Those dark, intense eyes weren’t on his face anymore. They were fixed, unblinking, on the prominent bulge in his lap. Jordan’s own eyes flicked down, then back up to Scott’s khakis. A mirror image. A thick, heavy outline strained against the tan fabric, unmistakable and just as eager. Seconds stretched, thick and silent, charged with a current so potent Jordan could barely breathe. Scott was the one to break it, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated through the space between them. “I’ve been like this,” he admitted, his eyes flicking back up to meet Jordan’s, “Hard as a goddamn rock… all day. Ever since I…” He didn’t need to finish. Ever since I saw you. Something primal and fearless uncoiled inside Jordan, speaking with a voice that wasn’t entirely his own. “Did you like it?” The question hung in the air, bold and naked. “What you saw? You...want to see more?” Scott’s answer was immediate, a raw exhalation. “Yes.” A thrill, sharp and electric, shot down Jordan’s spine. “My room,” he whispered, the plan forming in a hazy, lust-drunk instant. “Wait until Mom’s asleep. Come to my room.” An hour later, the house was dark and silent. The soft click of his door opening sent Jordan’s heart into a wild rhythm. Scott stood there, silhouetted in the doorway, having traded his button-down for a simple pair of black gym shorts that did little to hide the formidable swell of his cock. He stepped inside and closed the door with a quiet, final sound. Jordan’s nerves were a live wire, his hands trembling slightly. He didn’t know what he was doing, only what he wanted. He fumbled for his phone on the nightstand, his thumb swiping until he found the video. He turned the screen toward Scott. It was the clip Jared had recorded. Jordan on his knees, lips stretched around Blake’s thick, curved cock, his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Scott’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He stared, mesmerized, as the movie played out on the small screen. Jordan watched him instead, studying the rapid flicker of emotions on his stepdad’s face: shock, hunger, pure, unadulterated lust. His own hand slipped inside his shorts, fingers wrapping around his aching hardness. A soft groan escaped his lips as he gave himself a slow, slick stroke. Scott’s gaze snapped from the screen to Jordan’s hand moving under his shorts. That was all the permission he needed. With a guttural sound, Scott’s large hand plunged into his own gym shorts. His eyes fell shut for a moment, his head tipping back as his fist began to move, the fabric stretching and tightening over his frantic motion. He was the first to break the barrier. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband, he pushed his shorts down his powerful thighs in one rough motion. His cock sprang free, and Jordan’s mouth went dry. It was massive, thick and cut, rising from a dense thatch of dark hair. Heavy balls swung beneath it, already drawn up tight. A glistening pearl of precum already crowned the slit. Emboldened, Jordan mimicked him, shoving his own shorts down to his ankles. They stood there, just feet apart, their erections bobbing in the dim light, the only sound their ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic stroking of their own fists. Scott’s eyes were locked on Jordan’s smaller, slick cock, watching the way his hand glided over the flushed head with each pass. “So wet,” Scott murmured, his own strokes becoming louder, slicker, sloppy sounding. “You too,” Jordan breathed out, mesmerized by the sheer, glistening size of the older man, by the way his thick fingers struggled to close around his girth. The visual was overwhelming—the contrast of their bodies, the [banned word] of it all, the raw hunger in Scott’s eyes. His hips began to thrust forward, fucking his own fist. “Fuck, this is so hot.” “Yeah, it has to be our little secret.” Scott grunted, his pace increasing, his other hand cupping and roughly kneading his heavy balls. “Just like that. Show me. Let me see you get off.” The command, so similar to Jared’s yet so entirely different, sent Jordan spiraling. His back arched, his free hand gripping his own thigh for support. He was close, so close, teetering on the edge. Scott was breathing in harsh gasps, his muscular body tensing, a sheen of sweat coating his chest. “I’m close, I'm so close. I'm cumm…!” Jordan choked out, his orgasm roaring up from his toes. Scott’s hand flew off his own cock and clamped over his own mouth, stifling a deep, guttural roar as his hips thrust into empty air. Thick, white ropes of cum shot from his pulsating cock, landing in his own waiting palm, pumping again and again until his hand was overflowing. The sight was Jordan’s undoing. With a cry that was half-sob, half-moan, his own release tore through him. His cum splattered across his stomach and thighs in hot, frantic spurts, his entire body trembling with the force of it. For a long moment, the only sound was their heavy, spent panting. Scott, still holding his messy hand away from himself, gathered his composure with a sharp, almost military precision. He cleaned himself with a tissue from the nightstand, pulled up his shorts, and without another word, turned and left the room, made the "Shh" gesture wit his finger to his mouth, closing the door softly behind him. Jordan collapsed back onto his bed, the scent of sex and whiskey and man thick in the air. His mind was a blissful, overloaded blank. Exhaustion pulled him under, and he fell into a deep, instant sleep, his body sated and his world irrevocably changed.

"People infected with HIV must take antiretroviral drugs for life. But engineered antibodies appeared to suppress the virus for certain participants in recent trials in Africa and Europe" "In one of the trials—the FRESH trial, led by virologist Thumbi Ndung’u of the University of KwaZulu-Natal and the Africa Health Research Institute in South Africa—4 of 20 participants maintained undetectable levels of HIV for a median of 1.5 years without taking antiretrovirals. In the other, the RIO trial set in the United Kingdom and Denmark and led by Sarah Fidler, a clinical doctor and HIV research expert at Imperial College London, 6 of 34 HIV-positive participants have maintained viral control for at least two years." [think before following links] https://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/new-trials-hint-that-functional-cure-for-hiv-may-be-within-reach-helping-some-patients-achieve-lasting-remission-180987767/

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** The character of “Dr Matthew” appears in a couple of chapters of my previous story “The Ten,” and is briefly mentioned in another of my stories “Recharge: Nachladen,” about the Berlin sex party: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/77207-the-ten/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/91253-recharge-party-nachladen/ “Ric” and “Mateo” appear in several of @chi4loads’ stories, including “Ric’s Freshman Year,” and,” and “Ric's 2nd Year At University,” with gracious permission from @chi4loads. Thank you! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/ Dr. Matthew’s Slow and Gradual Conversion Growing up, Matthew Joon Hill was a total bookworm, fascinated by science and biology. Straight As in all scientific subjects matched with a quest for knowledge put him on the path to become a doctor. It felt to him that this is what he was meant for in life. High school flew by for him in 3 years as he got to skip a grade. He mostly ignored any taunts of “nerd,” or “faggot” from high-school bullies as he had his science books to escape into. First chemistry, then biology were fixations for him, and when it came time for college, having aced all his entrance exams, he had multiple schools trying to recruit him for a pre-med track. From all his studies, young Matthew J. Hill didn’t think he had any time for a social life, but once he got to college he discovered, to his surprise, that both guys and girls were attracted to him. Despite his middle name meaning “handsome” in Korean, he was fairly oblivious to the way he looked, but his ½ Korean, ½ Scandinavian heritage had made him fairly exotic among his lily-white high-school. Today, he might be called a “short king,” as he stood all of 5’7”, but he had a tight lean body from years of running track in high school – his only non-scientific activity. And so in college, he hadn’t thought of himself as attractive but one day early in his freshman year, his dorm neighbor Ric who lived down the hall, made a surprising admission to Matthew: “Matty, you know, Mateo and I think you’re really hot.” (Mateo was Ric’s boyfriend, and together, they had quite a reputation among the dorm for their sexual conquests). Matthew was vaguely aware of their exploits – one couldn’t reside in the dorm without hearing of their notoriety – but again, as he was basically blind to his own attractiveness, he went about his business with his nose buried in a book. The only time he wasn’t studying was when he would run on the school’s track - he had a routine of running 4 miles per day augmented with push-ups, squats, lunges and some exercises on the gymnastic apparatus in the middle of the track oval. Matthew the pre-med student never saw the inside of a gym but got in great shape on that track, his body burning energy while his mind concentrated on equations and formulas. “All that running you do, Matty, has put you in great shape, dude,” Ric said to him one night. Ric and Mateo were very explicit when it came to sex. If they wanted you, they flat-out told you – if you weren’t interested, they were fine with that and moved on. But if you showed any interest, they filled you in on the rest of their plan: they were both poz and unmedicated and their favorite thing to do was to spread it to anyone looking for what they called “the upgrade to HIV”. A few times, they would regale Matty or anyone around to listen with their tales of meeting up with chasers at the glory hole arcade on the edge of town. Apparently there was one cubicle there where all the chasers knew to go to get an anonymous poz load of sweet HIV cum delivered up their hole. “Anytime you want it, Matty,” we’ll be happy to help you into the brotherhood,” Ric offered that night. Matthew, still not convinced of his own sexiness, and being perpetually polite, shrugged it off. Of course, he knew from his studies what HIV could do to someone and although Ric and Mateo, as well as most all the guys in his dorm, would now and then catch a roving eye from Matthew, he felt he had no time for a social life and even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t do anything he felt was unsafe. It was with this history, of doubting his own sexiness and committed to science and the understanding of “safe” vs “unsafe” behavior, that pre-med student Matthew Hill became a strong advocate of condoms - and for sex he considered “safe.” He knew he was swimming upstream on this, as gradually HIV infection rates in L.A. were rising again, after years of decline, becoming the “in” thing to have among some gay men in Los Angeles. He even heard about guys getting tattooed to mark themselves as POZ. In fact, more and more guys he would see in the dorm’s shower area would be marked with bio-tats. Ric and Mateo, with their prominent tats, were real-life examples for Matthew of how attitudes had changed. He also heard this in Biology class from a Sociology Department guest speaker, explaining how “fatigue” of certain practices, be they vaccine-fatigue or condom-fatigue were taking hold in certain places, and how scientists had an obligation to try to break through that mindset. With this in mind, he decided he would become an Internal Medicine specialist with a medical practice geared toward gay men. As much as Matthew Hill believed in “responsibility,” and “safe-sex,” he wasn’t participating in any sex, safe or otherwise. A few fumbled encounters with a friend from high-school that really went nowhere, and once or twice he spied a guy in the dorm’s showers or in the locker room after his run, and his cock would grow hard and he’d yank it quickly to make the impulse go away with his load going down the shower drain. It’s not that he was impervious to sexual feelings, but he just wanted to dispense with them quickly so as not to detract from his studies. He said to himself there would be time after he gets his degree to find someone. One night, after a late run, Matthew heard Ric and Mateo entering the shower area, bringing a third guy into an adjoining cubicle. Matthew leaned his head to one side to better hear them over the running water: “Get ready to convert, pig,” Ric said. “Yeah, gonna infect your ass,” Mateo chimed in. “Yeah,” Ric continued,” we’ll start with the toothbrush treatment, then open up your hole with our poz dicks. You’re gonna love being poz!” “Mateo, you’re already pre-cumming like crazy,” remarked Ric to his BF. “Get that HIV seed into this pig’s hole.” As they were fucking the guy, Matthew was torn…On the one hand, as a dedicated medical student, he was disturbed that these guys were intentionally trying to infect this guy with HIV. As for the other hand, Matthew looked down and it was wrapped around his stiff cock and jerking furiously. “Will one fuck really do it”? he heard the guy breathlessly ask Ric and Mateo, who were taking turns on the dude’s pussy with their infected cocks. “Nah, probably not, Keith,” one of them replied. “We gotta fuck our toxic cum into you a few times for it to take. But when it does, you’ll be so happy. Nothing better or more powerful than spreading the gift.” “Here it comes, pig,” he heard Ric say over the sound of moans and running water. “Welcome to HIV.” Even if we don’t turn you tonight, it’s already turned you in your mind.” With that, Ric withdrew from the guy’s hole and Mateo immediately took his place. “Fucking that viral load from my boyfriend deep into you, whore,” he told the guy. “And here comes one of my own,” as he unloaded his HIV up the guy’s hole. For both Ric and Mateo, one cumshot was never enough, and they rearranged themselves and each went back up Keith’s ass for a second impregnation, and from what he could hear in the next shower stall, Matthew realized that Keith wanted to get HIV – it was his choice to pursue it. He was begging Ric and Mateo to “knock him up.” Matthew’s cock grew even harder and suddenly produced a huge hands-free load of neg cum, a bigger load than he ever thought possible, against the glistening tile and he watched it snake down the shower wall. These sessions with the guys and Keith became a regular thing, occurring two or three times a week, and after blowing a huge load just listening to them, Matthew would go back to his dorm room and try to fall asleep, even sometimes opening his biology textbooks to the section on HIV infection, but the intended effect of being repelled by what the textbook explained did not sink in. Instead, upon reading about transmission of HIV and the inevitable path to AIDS-status, his cock would get hard again, pulsing and throbbing for attention from his hand until another load of his cum shot forth. And when sleep eventually would arrive, images of being dominated by the infamous Ric and Mateo would invade his dreams as they toss him around between their hard toxic cocks. Instead of the never-seen Keith getting impregnated by them, it was he himself being deeply bred with pure unmedicated HIV loads, and then Matthew would wake up in a sweat and he’d discover his cock had blown yet another load during the reverie. Eventually, the shower sessions with Keith stopped. A couple of weeks later, he was eating his lunch and Ric and Mateo were sitting nearby - he heard them say “Keith got 2 lines on his test,” as they high-fived each other. In the waking hours of daylight, his thoughts occupied by science, Matthew was deeply horrified and ashamed at his apparent fascination with guys pozzing each other on purpose. Yet at night, once sleep came, he had the same dream of Ric and Mateo and now Keith (even though he had never met Keith) doing the same to him. Then, one night, after a boring Science Department function, where he, unusually for him, partook of a glass of wine, Matthew Joon Hill, the pre-med student, had an urge that wouldn’t wait until bedtime, and he found himself driving his car to the adult movie arcade Ric talked about. Summoning up his nerve, he ventured inside the establishment, paid the entrance fee and went forth into the dark. Lighted arrows on the dark floor being the only guidance, he made his way to a small room, basically a cubicle, and with the key they gave him upon paying, he opened the door and stripped off his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. “I’ll just look around, I won’t do anything,” he said to himself, his mind trying to convince his cock and hole which were yearning for man-on-man action, like he heard all those times with Ric, Mateo and Keith in the shower room. His cock was already rigid and tented up the towel. “Just taking a look around,” he reassured himself as he walked through the darkened rooms, lit only by the vintage porn playing on screens on the far wall. “Won’t do anything, just checking it out,” again he told himself. Moving into the glory hole area, Matthew stooped down to peer through the hole at crotch level. Nobody was there but he heard footsteps coming toward him. “OK, get out of here now,” his thoughts told him. But before he could leave, he felt a hand through the opening reach out and grab his hardening cock. Matthew trembled at the touch of another man, it had been so long since this occurred. He looked down and saw his cock as hard and engorged like it had never been. “Is that my cock?” he actually thought to himself “has it grown?” The hand continued holding his hard cock and Matthew wordlessly moved closer and put it through the opening. “This was actually happening”, he said to himself, as the man swallowed his rigid pole in one breath and was sucking on it furiously. Matthew’s mind went blank for a moment, and then he pictured the hot fuckers from the next shower stall, Ric and Mateo and Keith to be sucking him and swapping poz talk in the process. His cock reached the inevitable climax, shooting a huge load down the man’s throat. The guy greedily swallowed the load and inhaled the still-stiff member of Matthew’s as it shot the remaining few drops of seed. “You want the gift, dude? Turn around,” the man ordered, freeing his mouth from Matthew’s spent dick. In a haze, and without questioning, Matthew turned around and offered his hole to the opening in the wall. He felt the quick application of cold lube on his virgin hole and before he knew fully what was happening, the guy’s huge raw cock was inside him and pistoning in and out of Matthew’s cunt. A brief interlude of pain was soon replaced by a feeling he had never felt before, as the man’s hard cock pummeled his insides. His mind wavered between saying “make him use a condom,” and mental images of Ric and Mateo as he had heard them pozzing Keith. After a few minutes of this, he felt the man’s cock grow even harder and felt about 9 pulsations of warm seed flooding his hole. Matthew shuddered and shook as his own cock, now hard again spurted forth another load, hands-free, splattering the opposite wall of the cubicle 3 feet away. His cock had never felt so big, so engorged and he never shot a load like that before. Once the guy withdrew from Matthew’s virgin hole, the guy leaned forward to the opening and said to Matthew “Thanks, brother, enjoy that gift I gave you, hope it takes,” Looking back through the glory hole, he could just make out a bio-hazard symbol tattooed on the guy’s furry abdomen, just above his dripping cock, surrounded by 2 dark Xs tattooed around it. As the reality of what had just occurred started to sink in, Matthew hurried back to his cubicle, got dressed and was out the door of the sex club, walking to his car when it hit him. Just then, he saw the guy who had just loaded him also leaving and getting into a classic silver Mustang, parked under a street lamp, then he saw the license plate as well: PZZNGUP. “What did that mean, ‘the gift’?” he wondered. “Could that guy have been HIV positive?” “What did that bio-hazard tat mean?” The thought he might have just taken a toxic-poz load scrambled his mind as he drove, and he had to pull off the highway for a moment. His hand reached between his legs and felt his cock stiffening again. Clearly, he was feeling deeply conflicted between what he knew to be true on one level and what he felt deep inside. The next morning, he went to the Student Health Center for post-exposure meds, and in the light of day, he vowed to himself never to do that again, never to succumb to temptation, and never even to interact with Ric and Mateo again. The self-scare tactic worked, and indeed it worked for years. He had no further sexual encounters of any kind once he resolved to suppress those feelings. And with the same single-mindedness that got him through both high-school now college in 3 years, he graduated with high honors, and got into prestigious UCLA Medical School for 3 years of intensive study, followed by internship and residency and then he joined the thriving private practice of Dan Martinelli, MD in West Hollywood. In time, Dr Matthew, as all his patients, 95% of whom were gay men called him, found a boyfriend and even moved in with him for awhile. Jim and he only ever had condom-sex, and it often left Matthew unsatisfied, feeling like he was missing out on something. His loads, when he did cum, were weak dribbles rather than projectiles like that time at the arcade…that time he still thought about, all these years later. His work consumed him, though, and after 2 years, Jim moved out, telling Matthew he didn’t want to be with a workaholic anymore. And then, a few months later, when Dr. Martinelli wanted to retire from the practice and move to Palm Springs, Matthew had accumulated enough capital to buy the business outright, and the first order of business was to hire a few new nurses. He held interviews with many candidates in the conference room which looked over the parking lot. One day, a nurse candidate drove up and parked in front of big window, ready for their interview. Matthew looked at the next name on the list: Keith Connolly. Matthew watched him get out of a vintage silver Mustang and walk to the entrance. It was then he saw it. The guy’s license plate: PZZNGUP End of Chapter 1

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

Chapter 8 The brand on his forehead was gone, washed away in the shower that morning, but the mark remained, seared onto his soul. Nate looked at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window of his corner office. The man staring back was familiar—the dark hair, the square jaw, the expensive suit—but his eyes were different. They were cold, clear, and predatory. The world of Dallas finance, with its posturing and cowardly ambition, now looked like a petri dish. And he, Nate, was the contagion. His phone buzzed. It was a text from Brandon. Target acquired? Nate typed back a single word. Soon. His target was Marcus Thorne. For years, they had been nemesis, two alpha dogs fighting over the same scraps of corporate meat. Marcus was a man of impeccable control, his life a fortress of discipline and achievement. But Nate, with his new eyes, could see the cracks. He saw the desperation in Marcus's eyes during their last video call, the tremor in his hand as he signed a deal. He saw a man starving to death in the middle of a feast. He invited Marcus to his office for a late-night drink, to "discuss a truce." It was a lie, of course. There were no truces in their world, only acquisitions. Marcus arrived at 9 PM, his posture rigid, his smile a thin veneer over his suspicion. "Nate. To what do I owe the pleasure?" "To a new venture, Marcus," Nate said, his voice smooth as silk. He gestured to the bar in the corner of his office. "I've acquired a new asset. I thought you might appreciate its... unique properties." He poured two glasses of Macallan 1926, a bottle so rare it was worth more than a man's life. As he turned, his body blocked Marcus's view. In one glass, he dropped a single, small shard of the clear crystal. He watched it dissolve, invisible. He handed the tainted glass to Marcus. "To new horizons," Nate toasted, clinking their glasses. Marcus took a sip, his eyes closing as the peaty smoke of the scotch filled his senses. Beneath it, the chemical fire began its silent work. They talked business, but Nate was steering the conversation, using the language Marcus understood. "Our companies are at an impasse," Nate began. "Sometimes, to move forward, you need a hostile takeover. Not of a company, but of yourself. You need to acquire the one asset you've never had the courage to put on the books: your true nature." Marcus frowned, taking another larger sip of the scotch. The potent liquor, mixed with the crystal, was already softening the sharp edges of his mind. "What are you talking about, Nate?" "Leverage, Marcus. Risk. The thrill of the unknown." Nate stood and walked around the desk, leaning against it in front of Marcus. He unbuttoned his suit jacket, then his shirt, revealing the sculpted muscle of his torso. He turned, slightly, giving Marcus a clear view of the biohazard trefoil inked above his waistband. Marcus's breath hitched. His eyes widened, a flicker of shock and something else—fear, recognition, a horrifying curiosity—in their depths. "What... what is that?" "This is the real asset, Marcus," Nate said, his voice dropping to a low, hypnotic rumble. "This is the Biohazard Brand. It's a promise. It's a brotherhood of men who have stopped playing the game and started living the truth." He walked closer, kneeling in front of the stunned man. He took the glass from Marcus's trembling hand and set it aside. "You're tired of being in control, aren't you? You're tired of the constant performance. We can offer you something else. We can offer you surrender." From his pocket, Nate produced a small, prepared syringe with a dissolved booty bump. "This is the first step," he whispered, his voice a caress. "This is the key. Let me show you how to unlock the door." He reached for Marcus's belt. The older man didn't resist. His mind was a fog of scotch and chemicals, his body humming with a terrifying, exhilarating new energy. Nate undid his trousers, pulling them down. Marcus's cock was already hard, a traitorous response to the forbidden thrill of it all. Nate turned him over the leather sofa, exposing his firm, untouched ass. He was a blank canvas, a prime piece of real estate waiting to be developed. "Relax, Marcus," Nate coached, his voice echoing Kyle's from the other night. "Breathe. This is what real power feels like. This is the poison that will set you free." He pressed the syringe against Marcus's tightly furled hole and pushed the plunger. Marcus gasped, a sharp, electric jolt shooting through him as the chemical fire spread through his most sensitive tissues. His hole began to pulse, to ache, to hunger. "That's it," Nate murmured, his finger tracing the twitching ring. "You feel that? That's your body telling you the truth. It wants this. It needs this." He leaned down, his lips next to Marcus's ear. "You're going to join us, Marcus. You're going to take the gift. You're going to be one of us." He didn't fuck him. Not yet. He simply knelt there, a possessive hand on Marcus's lower back, feeling the tremors of the man's surrender. He watched as his rival, the titan of industry, broke down in his arms, a low moan escaping his lips—a sound of defeat, and of absolute, total release. The revolution had begun. And Marcus Thorne was its first willing casualty.

I glanced at the slip of paper again as I turned left down the hall. It was a printout of a three-line e-mail I received two days earlier. The first line cited the address of a small hotel downtown and a room number at that hotel. The second line contained today's date, Saturday the eighteenth. The third line was the time - seven o'clock P.M., nearly an hour away. It was more than enough time for me to get ready. The email was from Jerry. I'm not sure how to describe my relationship with him. He's not my 'Daddy' and he's not really my 'Master'. I guess it would be most accurate to describe him as my owner. I met him when my ex did some match-making. He knew my kinks and what an insatiable bottom I had become, and he knew what kind of relationship I wanted to explore. Sometime after we broke up (which was on good terms), my ex contacted me and said he'd met someone who might be compatible with my desires. Jerry and I swapped some photos, exchanged a few emails, and met for a couple of fuck sessions before I drew up the contract. Basically, the contract stated that for the period of seventeen months Jerry owned me. I was his property - all six feet, one hundred-sixty pounds of me. Not his 'boy', just his property. He told me what to wear (if anything), when to sleep, when to eat, and I had to ask permission to use the bathroom. He made all my decisions. Most importantly (to me, at least) he owned my body. I became nothing more than a toy for him to use for his pleasure however and whenever he saw fit. As he instructed, I spent more time at his place than mine, and while in his presence was almost always naked. In addition, Jerry forbade me from speaking without having first obtained permission. I usually only ever spoke to answer a question or ask to use the bathroom. Most of the time his answer was yes. He would grope me whenever I walked past (and I would always wait until he was finished before continuing on my way), feed me his piss if he was out working in the yard and didn't want to come in, or just didn't feel like getting up, and even mounted me in the kitchen once while I was washing dishes at the sink. I felt his hand on my ass and heard his zipper, so I set down the dish I was holding, spread my feet apart, and leaned forward so he could enter me. With his hands on my shoulders, he rode me in silence for a few minutes, except for some grunting, and then ruffled my hair when he pulled out. He did that a lot, and it made me feel like I was seventeen, instead of twenty-seven. Friday nights after dinner, when he frequently instructed me to 'get ready for company', which I knew meant that I should wash, inside and out, and then climb into the bed in the second bedroom. I knew to then slip my legs into a large, wide loop of fabric, somewhat stretchy, (although not as much as a bungee cord), and settle just above my knees. Then I'd lay back and hook the strap behind my neck so it would keep my legs spread and my feet in the air. There were two pairs of handcuffs attached to the headboard, but I could only fasten one myself. Jerry would come in to fasten the other before company arrived. In addition he would also sometimes affix a blindfold. 'Company' consisted of a few friends of his with high-stress jobs who needed some relief by the end of the week. Not a grudge-fuck per-se, just a serious hard-pounding, heart-rate-elevating, ball-draining session. Judging from the way that some of them would collapse and melt against me after blasting like a cannon, they really needed it. And I was happy to be of service. His friends would stop in at other times as well. Sometimes in the middle of the week he would even call them to let them know I was there, and they would take turns using me on the living room floor. Sometimes they didn't take turns, but just used me both at once. Occasionally one of Jerry's buds would bring a friend of his own that Jerry hadn't met. I always thought it was hot to hear his bud make introductions, and hear Jerry talk about me as though I wasn't there. He make comments such as "Yeah, it's nice and tight, you'll love it," and "Use 'em as a urinal too, either hole. Doesn't matter." I found it really hot that he treated me as if I wasn't even a person, just a couple of holes for them to use. I was a urinal, but not a toilet (no scat). That was one stipulation on which we had both agreed. But I never thought twice about spreading for any of them because I had signed a contract. Jerry owned me, and decided who fucked me and how they could use me. Jerry even decided whether or not they used a rubber. He hardly ever wore one himself, and guys usually used me bare. I assumed those guys who wrapped were poz, and in any event, every two months Jerry took me to a different clinic, and instructed me to get tested for HIV. As this was one of the stipulations he wanted in our contract, I had no reason to object. I never actually saw the results of the HIV screening as, when the results came in the mail, I always handed over the un-opened envelope to Jerry. As I had given Jerry a copy of the key to my apartment, I wasn't all that surprised when, on a few occasions, I was awakened in the middle of the night to find a strange man undressing in the bedroom of my own apartment, who explained his presence by saying "Jerry sent me." On one such occasion I awoke when such man was handcuffing me to my own headboard. I'd rub my eyes and mumble, "Oh, okay," then pull the covers back and pull my knees up to spread for him. It always amused me how the man would instantly bone up when he saw that I understood why he was there. And as soon as the man unloaded, he would unceremoniously dress and split, so I would just roll over and go back to sleep. On this occasion I arrived at the hotel room and stuffed the note into my pocket as I turned the knob, not bothering to knock. The door was unlocked as usual, and I let myself in, locking it behind me. I'd unlock it again later. I stripped, folded my clothes, and put them into a small suitcase that Jerry had left in the middle of the bed. Then I showered, took an enema, and unlocked the door to place the suitcase in the hall outside the door. Jerry had set up a few parties like this in hotels before. He would send his friends to find me in the room already naked and ready for use. Usually he was there too, but a couple of times he was absent. Leaving the door unlocked, I selected two pairs of handcuffs from among the other toys Jerry had left in the room. By first attaching them to my wrists I was also able to cuff both of my wrists to the headboard. Then all I had to do was wait. I lay on my back...spread...naked...watching the doorway. The door to the hallway was out of my line of vision, but I watched the doorway to the bedroom with my heart racing and my cock so hard I thought the skin would split. I watched the clock on the nightstand...seven thirty, seven thirty-three, seven thirty-seven. Finally, I heard the door open slowly, and someone called, "Hello? Do I have the right room?" "Yes," I replied, as I saw him move into the doorway. "Nice...!" he said with a grin as he pulled off his shirt. He was about fifty, with a receding hairline, but in very good shape for a man of his age. Then he pulled off his shoes, and I heard the door open again. He looked over his shoulder and called, "This is it, man! In here!" A bearish red-haired man in his forties moved into the doorway, and grinned when he saw me. I didn't know either of them, but I thought the redhead looked familiar. I watched them both undress, and they kept grinning at me. Then the redhead said, "Jerry showed us a photo, but it wasn't a nude." Then I extended the formal invitation that Jerry taught me was appropriate for the times that he wasn't present. "I am Jerry's cumdump, and he's decided to share me with you for the night. Use me however you want. Toys and lube are on the desk, if you like. There are only three rules...No scat. No permanent marks. Condoms are, of course, optional." "Jerry is very generous," said the first guy, and he took the bottle of lube off the desk and handed it to his friend. "You go first, man. I gotta piss." The redhead took the bottle, lubed his cock, and climbed onto the bed. So did the first man. Then I understood. I tilted my head back a bit and opened my mouth as he straddled my face. He dropped his semi-hard cock into my mouth and I started to suck. After two or three pulls, I felt his piss filling my mouth and began to gulp. Salty and bitter, I kept swallowing as I felt his friend lift my legs onto his shoulders and work his cock into me. "Aw, damn that feels good. Drink it all, kid." The redhead groaned and kept pushing steadily until he was balls-deep. Then he started a steady rhythm of fucking with my cock mashed under his furry belly, leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I thought I heard them making out over me, but of course I couldn't see anything. When the first guy was finished pissing, I kept sucking his cock until it got hard. I heard movement in the room, and the first guy said, "Hey guys, c'mon in and take a number." Finally, the redhead slammed into me, and I felt him shudder as he emptied his balls into me. "Fuck!" he grunted as he pulled out and got off the bed. Then the first guy pulled out of my mouth and moved between my legs, announcing "My turn!" When he moved out of the way, I could see that the new guys to arrive were three black men, all pretty fit. I placed their ages from twenty-something to late fifties. Jerry seemed to really enjoy watching me being used by black men. I remember one hotel party that was all black men except for Jerry himself. Eleven men used me that night, several times each. I lost track of the number of loads I took then. This particular party was smaller, only seven men showed up in total. There were a few times when I was left alone in the room between men, just waiting for the next guy to show up. One guy even walked in and didn't even bother undressing. He just unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and shoved it in without any lube...not that he needed it with all the cumloads already in me. He fucked with deep grinding thrusts, like he was trying to climb up inside me, and when he finally came, he didn't make a sound...just a kind of grunting sigh. Then he pulled out, got up and left, slamming the door. I didn't even know that the session was over until the last guy pulled out and then undid my handcuffs. "That's it, man." he said. "I'm the last one." I rubbed my wrists to get the circulation going again. As he was dressing, he explained. "Jerry couldn't make it this time, but he gave me a letter to give you. It's on the desk." Then he just said, "See ya," and left. I took another shower, and washed out all the cum, then went to the hall to get the suitcase. I was glad that it was still there. Once, the housekeeping staff had picked it up by mistake, and I had to call the front desk so they could bring it back. I got dressed, packed the suitcase with the un-used toys from the desk, and left it at the foot of the bed. I didn't bother making up the bed, because I knew that Housekeeping would want to change the sheets. On my way out, I picked up the letter from the desk, and locked the door. I was a little surprised that Jerry wasn't there this time, since it was the last day of our contract and his last opportunity to use me. I figured the letter would explain. I opened the envelope as I walked down the hall and pulled out a single sheet. It was very short, and read: "Steven--the seventeen months are over, and I hereby release you from your contract. I am very pleased to have had the opportunity to own you, even for a short time, and have been extremely satisfied with your service. I should tell you that your HIV test from March came back positive." (It was now October) "You may have noticed about that time I began wearing condoms when I used you. Regardless, I will gladly provide a glowing reference to any future owners seeking to enter into a contract with you. Jerry. Masterful1@gmail.com" I read that third sentence again. And again. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Relieved? Glad? Betrayed? After all, I DID give up complete control to HIM. I gave myself up for him to use, and he did use me. He used me and abused me, taking full advantage of the control he had over me. That was what I had wanted. That was what had gotten me so turned on - to be used with total disregard - however Jerry saw fit. And apparently he saw fit to let me be used by poz men. It must have been part of Jerry's fantasy to use a neg bottom until the bottom converted, knowing that he, Jerry, had forever changed the bottom's life. Or was it? Did he actually try to get me infected, or had it just happened...I can't really say 'accidentally', rather...un-intentionally. I guess I wouldn't know unless I actually asked him. I stood there staring at the note for several minutes. Finally, I decided that I would send him an email and ask if he was interested in renewing our contract.

Older dude with a penile implant fucking me but good. He sucked a huge load outta me right after this.

A few weeks later... The flu....💦

It had been a while since I had raw cock in me. I was craving it and one cock was not going to be enough. I messaged a guy who I had hooked up with before. We both like raw sex and had even dp’d a cumslut woman together then ate our loads out of her holes. I knew he preferred anon sex, so I made a new profile and asked if he could host anon breeding. He wrote back yes, and asked if a buddy could use me too. I responded with affirmation and a request to get more guys. We set up the time and I prepped. When I got to his place I went down to the couch in his basement, stripped naked and put a blindfold on my eyes. I then started hitting the poppers he had left there for me and waited. It seemed like forever before I had a cock touching my lips. Poppers turn me into an insatiable slut so I was quickly swallowing his entire cock and loving every minute. A few minutes later I heard the front door open and hands on my ass. Soon I was sucking cock and having my ass rimmed eagerly by someone. The two switched and I felt a cock push past my tight hole as I worked on the second cock. I was trotted a few minutes before I felt a cock on my cheek. I switched to it and continued getting fucked. Then I felt the first cock spasm in me and then he withdrew only to be replaced by a second cock. None of these were big cocks, but I got railed for nearly an hour and received all their cum multiple times. I never saw them once. I was a pig in heaven. I'm heading to Harrisburg Pa next week and I am working on finding a small group to service or a place where I can get anon bred while visiting. If you are in the area and can help dm me please!

I use Vaseline for lube. I use it when I go to the Bathhouse. Some guys there insist on a condom. I know it can compromise a condom. Which is fine with me. I want the tops load in my ass.

Same here exactly. Every bottom needs to know this. The top will instruct you how he wants to use you. It's not a negotiation or a democracy.

Part 8 I smile at the picture of Mark sleeping on Thomas’ shoulder, before I put the phone back into my pocket. They are heading to a poz sex tour, whatever that is, but for me it is going to be another kind of poz adventure today. Tony is driving us to a private gay beach, his gift giver Alan has recommended. I haven’t met Alan yet, but he sounds like a fun guy. The drive takes over an hour, but Tony and I enjoy the scenery around us. Finally, we arrive in front of an iron gate, which opens as soon as we drive into view of the camera. Tony had to register his number plate beforehand. As we park the car a naked older man comes to us and greets us with a big bear hug. ‘Welcome to Paradize, My name is Beau, Alan told me to hold an eye out for you two.’ ‘Hey’ Tony and I say a little nervous. I look around and see a sign on the wall. Three simple rules: No clothes no condoms no negativity ‘Oh, yes, our rules. I think they are easy to follow, condoms only produce litter, why would anyone want those at the beach. For the clothes, there are changing rooms over there as well as lockers, but of course you could also change here at the car park and put everything in your car. For the negativity part, I guess Alan told you, that this is a private beach for poz men and their friends.’ ‘Ah, not really, he just said, we would have fun’ Tony answers for us both ‘Oh, put one of you is poz, right?’ ‘Yeah, that would be me, Tony … nice to meet you’ ‘You too’ Beau says ‘so, that would mean you are Luke and you are neg at the moment.’ ‘That’s right’ I say, ‘is this a problem?’ ‘Not at all, but you just have to wear this wristband. It shows to the others that you are neg, some of our visitors only want to have sex with other poz men, so they probably won’t come to you. But others are quite horny to get some neg cock and ass, that’s why I think you will be popular today.’ ‘Oh, that sound like great fun’ ‘It is you two, now get out of those clothes and head to the beach, and a day full of sun, water, sex and pozzibilities. Have fun.’ While we walk naked to the beach, I look at the blue wristband, which makes me feel a little nervous, but Tony takes my hand, and I start to relax. I have been off PrEP now for ten days, even though, I only managed to tell my brother yesterday. But I needed to be sure first, and taking Tony’s poz cock every day for the last week just felt right. The beach is beautiful, we look for a perfect spot to relax, but there are already a lot of naked men, lying around. We decide to put our towels in the middle of the hustle, as we are both slowly getting hard. While we make ourselves comfortable, a man steps behind me, his shadow falling over me. He started to put his hand on my lower back, but I turned around rather quickly, and now his hand lies above my cock. I feel his strong and rough hands on my skin, before I manage to look him into his hazel eyes. He looks hot, my cock betraying me as it becomes rock-hard immediately, but his body is just perfection. Not the gym kind of muscle guy, but muscles because of hard work. The roughness of his hands, the lines in his face, the strength in his shoulders. This is a man of purpose, a man of power. He probably is around 40, twice my age, but I fancy him, a lot. Without uttering a single word, he takes my hand and guides me to his towel, which shows a big biohazard symbol. I sit myself down, but he positions me on my back. He pulls my legs apart and lets his body fall slowly down on me. When we are face to face, his eyes wander over my face, before he changes his position slightly, his cock now on my hole. No words have been spoken so far, when I finally want to say something, his mouth meets mine. It is his tongue that penetrates me first, reaching deep into my mouth. My hands slide over his back until they have reached his butt, I signal him with a lustful pull, that he can fuck me now. He didn’t need the encouragement; with slow and considerate pushes he puts pressure on my hole. Suddenly, my body opens up for him, and the tip of his cock enters my ass. But as soon as I am open, he lets all the gentleness go. After the tip he slams his dry cock inside me, his balls hitting my ass, while pain and pleasure run through my body. With increased speed and force he fucks me rough, pushing his cock deeper. As he changes positions again, now holding my legs in his hands, while he focusses on his cock entering me relentlessly, I realise that I am getting fucked in the middle of a beach. I turn my head slightly to the left and see a few men masturbate, while on the right a lot of them just keep going on with their conversations. Sadly, I cannot see Tony, as our spot is over my head. This moment of clarity also brings to me the realisation, that this man is poz, as he is not wearing a blue wristband. So, this man is the first poz cock after Tony, that fucks me since I’m off PrEP, he might be the one to convert me or give the gift, and I have no idea who he is. Another change in position brings me back to the fuck. The man has now put one of my legs over his should, while he pushes the other to the side. My hole is more exposed than before, and his cock slide in more deeply. He increases his thrust again, and starts to lean forward, bringing his body and my leg towards my chest. With a primal look his eyes focus on my face and he kisses me again, my leg pressed between our bodies. I feel his cock twitching, understanding that this poz man will shoot his toxic load inside me. Again, he increases his thrusting and with a final push he comes deep inside me, his warm toxic cum buried deep. He pulls out immediately and offers me his cock for cleaning. I sit myself up, taking his beautiful cock into my mouth licking the mixture of poz cum, ass juice and sweat. As I finally let his cock leave my mouth I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip, buried under his pubic hair. He kisses me a final time, and then he lays down on his towel, apparently done with me. I get up and want to walk back to Tony, but my towel and Tony are occupied as he is getting fucked by a massive bodybuilder. A little unsure what to do, with the cum of the last fuck still inside me, I turn around to the men, who masturbated while I was getting fucked. My instinct was right, they waved me to come to them, so I did. In less than a minute I have my second cock of the day in my ass and another in my mouth. Apparently, the man, who has his cock up my ass is Aaron, a big beefy bear, probably in his early 30s. He is incredibly hairy, especially his back, with a huge cock and a shining biohazard tattoo on his hip. In my mouth I have his husband, Darren, a skinny, smooth twink my age. After the silent fuck of the man before, Aaron startles me as he starts to dirty talk, but I get into the rhythm rather quickly. ‘Well, you little bug chaser slut, let me knock you up. My husband has already gotten the gift from me, so you will receive it too. I’m quite the twink converter.’ ‘Yes, Aaron, give it to me. Fuck me. Shoot you toxic poz load inside me.’ ‘Come on hubby, knock him up, this little slut works hard for your poz cum, so give it to him’ The talk turns us three into wild animals, despite rough almost violent thrusting inside my holes, they also scratch and bite my back, shoulders and ass. Darren, takes his cock out of my mouth to position himself below me, now sucking me off, I bend further down, retaking his cock in my mouth. It only takes us two a few minutes to shoot our loads while 69ing. His cum tastes very sweet, I make sure to swallow every little drop of it. He also takes all my cum into his mouth, but he doesn’t swallow. He comes to my face and gives me a deep kiss, making sure I swallow almost all of my own cum, which is a little bitter, but still fucking tasty. Aaron is still fucking me, while we two snowball each other, but I feel his cock twitching inside me, getting ready to take another poz load today. He takes me by the arms and pulls my back towards his hairy chest, when he positioned me as he wanted, his arms wrapped around my body to hold me in place. I can feel all the eyes of the men on the beach on me as Aaron increases his thrusting. With a final push against my ass, his load of toxic cum is shot into my ass. It takes him almost eleven shoots to empty his balls completely inside me. During that time he bit me in my shoulder again, this time leaving stronger marks. I fall back on all fours, getting an encouraging slap on the ass from Aaron. ‘That was great, we should do this again, we are here the whole day’ I make my way back to my towel, which is now free. Tony lying happily on his own. As I sit myself down, I feel something sticky on my ass, apparently the guys who fucked Tony left a souvenir for me on my towel. So, the slut I am I lick it clean as no load can go to waste. Tony laughs and then gives me a deep kiss. Within minutes we two are fucking each other, enjoying the feeling of being watched. We stay at the beach until late afternoon and leave with a lot more loads inside us, a second and third from Aaron and Darren. My hole is wracked, and all the cum is dripping out freely while I walk back to the car. I hand in my blue wristband, hoping that the next time I won’t need it any more. While we are on the way back home, my phone rings. I have gotten two new messages, one from Mark and one from Chad, which is weird as Chad and I haven’t spoken for two weeks now. The one from Mark reads: Hi Luke, just to let you know we have landed safely. We will talk to you tomorrow, apparently Thomas has to be initiated as he is one of only four neg men here. Hope you had fun at the beach. The other is from Chad: Hi, Lukey, guess who is on the same poz sex tour as your one and only former fuckbuddy. Right, you 'straight' brother and he lost initiation today, but see for yourself. I reluctantly open a picture he has send me, and on it I see Chad, now with a fresh biohazard tattoo around his belly button, fucking my smiling brother.

Part 6 I’m holding Mark’s hand as we enter my apartment building, I have messaged Luke beforehand and hope he had a great day, yesterday. In front of my apartment door, I give Mark a longing kiss, before opening it. Luke is sitting on the couch but gets up quickly to greet us both with a hug. I feel something is off, Luke seems a little shaken, even Mark notices. ‘Where is your bedroom, I bring your bags there’ Mark offers, giving me space to talk to Luke. ‘It’s right over there, thanks’ As Mark walks away I look at Luke and he envelopes me immediately in a tight hug. ‘I fucked up Thomas; I think I made a big mistake.’ He says with a shaking voice. ‘Come, lets sit down, tell me everything’ … and he does. I know my brother, when he is stressed, he speaks faster than usual and sometimes forgets who he’s talking to. So, after around 10 minutes I know everything about my brother’s fuck, research and alone time yesterday, possibly too much. I look at him lovingly, but I cannot do more than put my hand on his shoulder. ‘Luke, I have to admit, I’m not quite sure what to say. I always wanted to be poz, it is a desire I had since my teenage years. To be honest, I knew I would be one day, before I knew and accepted that I like men.’ ‘But I never thought about it before, never. It didn’t even cross my mind, until…’ ‘Until I brought the subject into your world’ I say with a heavy voice. We sit there in silence for a moment but get startled by a cough besides us. Mark looks at my brother and I, and somehow, I know he will have the answers. ‘Luke, would you mind if I intercept?’ Mark asks. ‘Oh, sure, go ahead, I don’t want to ruin your day. I go to my…’ ‘No. I want to talk to you Luke about what you just said, would that be alright?’ I give Luke an encouraging smile, and with a silent nod, he brings Mark into the conversation. While Luke and I are on the couch, Mark takes the chair opposite. ‘Luke?’ Mark starts to ask, ‘are you on PrEP?’ ‘Eh, yes, I am, have been since my 18th birthday.’ ‘With how many men did you have sex since then?’ Luke looks at me nervous and a little embarrassed, ‘I don’t know, maybe 40 or 50, could be more’ ‘And with how many did you use condoms?’ ‘What? I have no idea, I never bought condoms myself, so probably 2 or 3 times, if the guy wanted it. I never ask for them.’ ‘So, you have been practising bareback sex since almost four years now.’ ‘Yeah, I guess that’s right’ Luke answers confused ‘Well, I hate to break it to you, but the chances are high you already had sex with a poz man, which also means you had a poz cock up your ass and the toxic seed as well So, the fucking isn’t the problem, the problem is, it was the first time you knew about it.’ I look at my little brother and see how his mind is racing, how he tries to connect everything. I also see him relax a little, but still there are unanswered question. But then Mark looks around, finds the article, looks at me, and continues. ‘Thomas, I guess this print out of an online article is your doing, as no reasonable person would do that in this day and age, but that’s not the point right now. Luke, it seems like you spent the whole day yesterday with this topic, read about it, watched porn focussing on it, and finally had sex with a man, who is poz. You were overstimulated, between all the Pride events, the surprise about your brother and I, and this new topic in your life. Nothing you did yesterday was different to the sexual encounters you had previously. The only mistake you made yesterday is coming on this coffee table, that was unnecessary.’ And with that all three of us start to laugh, my little brother finally relaxing fully. ‘Luke, one final word. The yearning to be poz, to become a bug chaser, is a desire your brother and I had for many years. I also talked about it with my friends before I made the final decision in 2012. Now I am exactly the man I wanted to be all those years ago. Your brother is still neg as far as we know, his desire isn’t fulfilled and he is still on his journey, but he made this decision with years of thinking about it. You might be a bug chaser; you might not be. At one point you will figure it out, and then we are here to talk to you about it.’ Luke suddenly envelopes Mark in big hug, and I know that I found the best man in the world. ‘Thanks Mark, you are great. Brother, you have to keep this one.’ ‘Well, that’s the plan.’ I look at them lovingly ‘Now get off of my boyfriend and let us start the day, what do you want to do?’ We spent the whole day talking, shopping, going outside and enjoying the beautiful summer weather. Mark and Luke hit it off immediately, and everything feels like it should be. My brother and I have the night for us to have a final talk about the last days, as he is leaving tomorrow. Our relationship has grown so much over the last few days, that I will miss this little bugger. (4 weeks later) I’m getting spitroasted by two guys, but none of them is Mark. My eyes water, as one cock is hitting my throat roughly. As I try to pull away to get some air, the man behind me pushes deeper inside me, impaling me again at the cock in front of me, tasty precum leaking down my throat. We are in the middle of the forest, birds singing around us and the river flowing loudly close by. This should have been a relaxing run for me, but I met two of Mark’s friend from the poz group, and now I am getting fucked by a couple of 20 years. Mitch and Henry have been together since they were 19 years old, now almost 40, poz and beefy bears, they add their seeds to my quickly increasing toxic cum selection. ‘Open wide Thomas, we will knock you up. Take our toxic cum and join us finally, don’t be a guest, become a poz member for good’ I moan loudly, but as Mitch’s cock is still in my mouth I cannot speak. Henry shoots his load into my ass, but remains inside me, to ensure no drop is dripping out. Mitch is also reaching his climax, and as I want to pull a little back to savour his poz cum in my mouth, he grabs my head and thrust his cock deep into me, making sure that his load goes down my throat immediately. I can barely breathe as his cock blocks my throat, his cum sliding inside me and another dick still in my ass. When they finally release me from their cock, I have to breathe in deeply, my saliva running down my neck and chest. ‘Well Thomas, this was great. Now enjoy your run, we’re off’ They both slap me on the ass, and leave me there alone, exhausted and full of cum in the forest. Of course there is no way I could keep up my run, so, I walk back to Mark’s apartment being greeted by his beautiful smile and the lovely smell of coffee. ‘How was your run’? He asks innocently. ‘Well, cut short by Mitch and Henry, they fucked me right there in the forest, hard.’ Mark laughs, hands me my coffee and gives me a longing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. ‘So, I guess Mitch shot his toxic load down your throat, I can still taste him.’ ‘Oh, fuck off, that was a lucky guess.’ ‘No, it wasn’t, he always goes for the mouth and Henry is the ass man, don’t forget I know them for years.’ We kiss again and then lie together on the couch, Mark’s head in my lap. ‘Are you excited for our poz holiday?’ Mark asks. ‘I am, but also a little nervous. I never been to a sex tour.’ ‘Don’t worry, you will enjoy it, I managed to find almost all the guys joining us on the apps. So, we have some idea with whom we will be exploring the world for the next two weeks. And I think you might be in for a surprise.’ Mark pulls up his phone, opening one of the apps, especially created for poz men, so not for chasers like me, and hands it to me. The face smiling out at me is none other than Chad. But before I can say anything my phone vibrates and I see a call from my little brother coming in. ‘Hey Luke, what’s up?’ ‘Is Mark with you?’ he asks immediately, sounding excited. ‘Yes, why?’ ‘Put me on speaker, please’ I do as asked and he continues ‘you guys I have finally decided what I want. I just gave all my PrEP pills back to my pharmacy, I talked and fucked with Tony the last weeks a lot and it is time, I want the gift. Bro we are now both on the chase.’ Mark and I look at each other puzzled, but smiling. Before I can say anything, Mark starts to talk. ‘That’s great to hear Luke, but you know what that means?’ ‘What?’ My brother on the phone and I say simultaneously. ‘You both are now in a race, who will be poz first?’

Coach Sanders 5 Summer was coming. Classes kept me busy. I spent my time on campus when I wasn’t at the gym or with Coach. But I found time to hit the library bathroom when I could. Todd had spread the word. Plus I’d made a deal with Jackson, the janitor, to stay out when I was there. It’d turned into a sweet deal. I just had to stick around for his load after. Honestly I’d have done it no matter what. As far as Chuck. Pete had gone back East. Left quick after pozzing, after collaring him. There wasn’t a question as to what was gonna happen next. Pete had laid it down. Chuck would follow once the term was done. He’d been set up at one of the Ivies nearby. Didn’t have a choice. He belonged to Pete. Chuck stayed close til then. Trained with me every day. Progress came fast. Faster than mine ever had. Each week he looked different. His now smooth body shifted in ways that caught my eye. His shoulders broadened, pecs filled out. Back thickened. His legs did the same. The speed of it started to make me wonder. I finally asked Coach about it. He laughed. Said Chuck was cycling. He was the one administering. Told me Pete had decided. Chuck would be a roided out musclejock before Pete was done with him. Coach had told him not to mention it to me. I fucking loved it! Couldn’t wait see it complete. Chuck pumped. Skin tight. Pecs, shoulders blown. Back wide. But then started thinking about how I’d been putting in the work. Knew I’d never look like that. My way was different. Coach saw the envy start to creep in. He grabbed my caged junk. Told me to forget about it. Said I’d be natural. Said he’d fucking spent too much time getting me to this point to fuck up my balls. What came out of them. Sure I was just a cumdump for now. But was meant for better things. Chuck would always be a fucking cumdump. Would serve Pete’s boys at the Ivies for a long time. And it was up to me to make sure he’d be ready. Next day at the gym, I told Chuck I knew. He just smiled. Said he’d wanted to tell me. But wasn’t allowed. Said me of all people should know it was more than just about muscle. Said it was about becoming what he was meant to be. Said it started at Coach’s when the collar went on. He knew. Then when Pete took him to that gym after. It was a done deal. He was handed over to be broken. Stayed for days. Slammed, fucked. Begged for more. Every bit was Pete’s design. Pete told him again and again he’d be shaped to serve. Nothing else. Chuck sighed. Said once it started there was no way out. Admitted he lost it after. When he found out he was poz. Pete had already left. Told him to keep his hole shut. Not to take any loads. But Chuck fucking craved it. Good thing Coach was there. Got him through. I was surprised. Told him I had no idea. Coach hadn’t mentioned it. I’d been busy with school, my life. Cock. I grabbed him. Hugged him. Told him I understood. From the moment Coach fucked me. Pozzed me. I was his. Then he turned to me. Like he was gonna say something. Like he wanted to admit he’d wished it’d been me that’d done it. Yeah. I knew. We’d spent enough time together to figure it out. Then he shut it down. Said he’d be flying out the next day. I felt it hit. If I’d have done it. Things would’ve been different. For him. For me. But it wasn’t me who did it. But I could do something else before he left. I didn’t fucking care what Pete said. Coach said I had to get him ready. His word was law. So I grabbed Chuck’s hand. Led him back to the spot. My spot at the back of the gym. I tossed my gear. The guys saw it. Closed in like usual. I cut them off. Said it was just Chuck. But they could watch. They froze. Chuck’s sweaty pecs rose slow, heavy. His stare on me. I got on all fours. Offered up my hole. Begged for his load. For a second he hesitated. Then I locked eyes on him. Told him I knew I’d be the first to take it. Promised him someday he’d take mine. But first he had to give me his. He took a deep breath. Nodded once. Smirked. Pulled on his cock. I moaned. Could see his balls. He was on his way. Told me I was a goddamn fucking muscleslut. That he’d make me proud the next time I saw him. I told him to just do it. Fucking breed me. Then he growled. Shoved it in. Balls deep. I let out a moan. Felt his roided body fuck me. No doubt. Chuck was using me. I was fucking grateful for it. Fucking needed it. He jackhammered my hole. Grabbed, slapped my ass with every thrust. I yelled like a fucking animal the whole time. Wasn’t long til I felt my body spasm. Nerves in my hole fired. He’d fucking made my hole cum! Ass juices covered his cock. Still he kept on. The guys couldn’t believe it. Neither could I. Chuck was raging now. His jaw was tight. Sweat covered his body. Then he reached down. Grabbed my waist. Spread his legs. Pulled me up against his pecs. I was sitting on his lap now. Then went for it. I steadied myself on his thighs. Fucked myself on his cock. Cage in full view of all the guys. Balls hitting his. We kept on like this. Then Chuck was close. Slammed me down. Fucking unleashed a huge load of toxic cum in me. I stayed there. Chuck in me. Saw the guys’ reaction. Were fucking loving it. I grunted. Got off him. Told them Chuck had been collared. Was on his way to being a fucking roided out cumdump. They looked at each other. It was Jack who took the lead. He walked up. Pushed Chuck on his back. Pressed his cock to Chuck’s hole. Next thing I knew Chuck’s thick thighs were wrapped around his waist. I watched him. Pecs heaved from the pounding. Moaned like a whore. Begged for it. Jack pounded him. The guys lined up to be next. On it went. The place filled with a stench of sweat and musk. Then Jack roared. Erupted deep inside Chuck’s guts. Then it was on to the next guy. I watched the fuck train pull through. Finally I saw Chuck couldn’t take anymore. Told the guys it was over. He’d had enough. That I’d make up for it next time. Was good for it. Then I sat next to him. Watched his breathing slow to normal. He had a satisfied smile. Fuck it was hot. Prime musclejock had just been bred. Told him I knew he was gonna be ok. Was perfect for Pete. Was gonna be bigger. Harder. Exactly what he’d asked to be turned into that night. And I felt the pride. Not just for him. But for me. Cause I’d had a hand in it. Let Pete build him. Let Pete pump him full of roids. Turn him into a fucking monster. But no matter how big he got. No matter how hard Pete worked him. Chuck wanted my poz load. And I’d work to get ready to give it to him. Then Chuck was gone. Honestly, I missed him. But we kept in touch. We’d text, cam. I concentrated on bulking up. The days blurred. Training. Eating. Pushing weight. I wanted size. Wanted power. Chuck would send clips. Show me his progress. Bigger arms. Thicker pecs. I answered with mine. Every pound I gained. Every vein that popped out felt like a step closer. Coach thought it was about the program. His plans for me. But part of it was about Chuck. About the day I’d finally get to breed him. Months rolled by. I’d ended up living with Coach by this time. His place was right by campus, easy walk to class. Easy walk to the gym. I’d told my parents it made sense. Cheaper than the dorms, no extra fees. Life there had its own rhythm. Early mornings, heavy lifts. Late nights with plates of food. It felt like training never stopped. I got used to it. Every day was part of the program. And it showed. Guys noticed even more. Wherever I went, I drew eyes. Whispers spread when I passed. That I took cock. Any cock. One night I’d hit the pipe. Had just been fucked by Coach. Hard. I felt good. Layed back on the bed. Coach looked me over, pride showing. Said it was time to mark me. Time to carry it on my skin. I moaned. Got dressed right away. We drove out past campus. Into the industrial stretch of the city. Warehouses with busted windows, chain link fences everywhere. Cracked pavement lined the streets. The shop sat next to a bar with no windows. A bell rang when we walked in. The floor creaked. Walls were covered with old flash sheets. Then I saw him. Duke. The owner. A total skinhead. Fifties, shaved head, muscular. Polo stretched across his pecs. Arms heavy with ink. Jeans cuffed high above red laced boots. Coach introduced me. Then told him to do his thing. He led me to the back room. I looked around. The light was harsh, buzzed overhead. Strong odor of bleach hung in the air. Machines set up. Counters cluttered with bottles. The chair sat in the middle, worn leather, steel frame. Waiting. I stripped down. Stood there. Caged. Nothing else. Duke whistled. Told Coach he’d picked a good one this time. Coach gave a small nod, smiled. Then unlocked me. I dropped in the chair. The leather felt cold. Almost sticky on my back. Duke tilted the chair. Adjusted the armrest. Played with my balls. Started to stroke me. Then snapped on the gloves. He turned on the machine. Leaned in. Held my cock. “Cock’s built right,” he said, his eyes taking it in. The shape of it. “The ink’ll settle clean, like it belongs. It’ll fit him.” I looked at Coach. He just grunted. Said he knew I could take it. I took a deep breath. The needle bit sharp. Quick. I held myself firm. Shoulders square. The machine buzzed steady. The sting fucking burned. But I let it ride. Discipline held me still. About halfway through Duke glanced up once. Saw I was solid. Then kept going til he was done. He set the machine down. Wiped off the blood. I pushed up from the chair. Walked to the mirror. The scorpion sat there. Sharp. Clean. Black lines of its legs coiled tight around my shaft, tail raised. Ready to strike. It marked me. Showed I’d proven myself to Coach. Coach stepped in close. Grabbed my balls. Hard. Studied the lines. “Fuckers perfect,” he growled at me. “Every time you get hard, it’ll be ready to strike.” I moaned. Said I’d done it all for him. Coach just rubbed my head. Then Duke called me back to the chair. Wiped me down. Laid saniderm across the fresh ink. Wrapped it. Coach then tossed me a white jockstrap. Said I had to wear a clean one til it was healed. I nodded. Winced when I felt my loose junk fill the pouch. It’d been a long time since I’d been worn one without my cage. Coach laughed. Told me the cage was just for show now. I saw Duke watching me, grabbing his crotch. I turned to him. Told him I fucking loved it. He nodded. Told Coach to bring me back for any other pieces. Also said Mark, his husband, would love to get some metal on me. I moaned. Grabbed my nips. Pictured them with thick bars. Coach just smirked. Said he’d think about it. Duke said good. Just let him know when. Then Duke walked up to me. Growled. Told me it was time to pay up. I dropped. Quick. Looked up at him. Could see his hard cock bulging from his bleachers. I groaned. Looked at Coach. Saw him mouth the words “Good boy.” I reached up. Unbuttoned the fly. Fucking beer can cock popped out. His ball sac was next. Then the smell hit me. A combo of musk, piss, old cum hit me. I started drooling. I took him down. He leaned in. Took hold of my nip. Gripped it between his fingernails. I let out a moan. Told him harder. Duke grunted. Grabbed hold of the back of my head. Shoved his cock back into my mouth. I opened my throat. Swallowed him whole. The faster he fucked me. The more I worked it. The sound of his breath. Rough and sharp. Told me he liked it. Then he pushed me off. Told me it was just the start. To follow him. I sat there on my knees. Sweat pouring off. Could see him walk past a curtain. I went in. Saw a sling hanging there. Duke grabbed me. Tossed me on it. Tied me to the chains. He stood between my spread-out legs. Checked out my exposed hole. Said it was obvious I’d taken lots of cock. I moaned. Told him it was thanks to Coach. He didn’t respond. Just sank two fingers in me. My eyes rolled back. Begged him to breed me. He growled. Spread me open with his fat cock. I tensed. Felt it stretch me. Slide completely in. Then he started slow, then faster. I couldn't get enough. I filled the room with my groans. Then Coach was next to me. He grabbed my head. Told me to open up. I obeyed. He shoved his hard cock in my mouth. All the time Duke kept it up. Until he pulled back. Left only the tip in me. Then he grunted. Shoved it all the way in. His thighs slapped against my ass. He went on like that. At the same time. I worked on Coach. Then Duke’s thrusts started to slow. Lengthen. I tightened my hole on his shaft. Sent him over the edge. “Fuck yeah! Take my fucking load. You fucking cunt!” he yelled, shoving his cock to the root inside me. I moaned. Felt Duke’s cock pulse. Fill me up. It was Coach’s turn now. Could feel him start to shudder. I latched on. Hard. Took his load next. Then they stood there. Looking down at me. My hole, my stomach full of cum. I did go back a couple of weeks later. Duke wanted to see how I was healing. Told me I was doing great. That's when I met Mark. Coach had arranged it. I got my nips pierced. Nice thick barbells to help make them bigger. Fleshy. Made them stand out under my tight shirts. After everything was healed Coach had told me it was time. Time to meet Max. He’d been coming to the high school gym even after graduating. I laughed. Told him he’d broken his own pattern. Was glad to see he’d finally switched it up. Had kept the workouts even after graduation with this one. He just smiled. Told me to hit the school gym late that night. Max would be there, working out. I walked in. The smell of sweat hit me. Brought back memories. I nodded to Coach. He gave me a look. Like I had it. Then motioned for me to go in. I stayed crouched in the corner. Half in shadow. Like a soldier waiting on orders he couldn’t refuse. I stayed still. Silent. Waiting. He was on the bench. Saw his body strain against the weight. His pecs heaved. Arms trembled. He pushed through the last set. Sweat ran down his forehead, his pits. Coach had told me he was gay. Had been hassled by the jocks. I knew I could push him to want me. To want my cock. Make him obsess over it. Then make him beg me for my poz load. I kept watching him move. Saw myself in him. The same mistakes. Elbows locking too soon, pain biting deep. Coach had told me he’d eased up on Max’s training. Wanted him at the right place when I was ready. Then Max saw me. Thin tight tee stretched across my pecs, barbells obvious underneath. Shorts gripped my bulge. He sat up. Stared. It was clear. He wasn’t just impressed. This was gonna be easier than I thought. “You been here long?” he asked, not hiding what he was thinking. I stood. Slow. Deliberate. “Long enough.” I let it drop, casual but sharp. “You always lock your elbows too early on the press. That’s why your pecs still aren’t filling out right.” Max blinked. Caught off guard. “Wait. How do you know that?” I stepped closer. Voice steady. Smug. “Coach.” “You trained with Coach,” he nodded. Certain. Was the one who’d told him multiple times. I nodded once. His jaw tightened. His eyes went over me again. Fixed on the size. What Coach’s training could do. I stepped forward. Stripped to my jockstrap, “Here, let me show you.” Max froze for a second. Didn’t expect it. His eyes widened, breath caught. For a second, he just sat there, quiet. Tried to process it. Then he really took a look at me. My pierced nips stood out from my pecs. Abs carved. Thighs thick. Traps rising. Shoulders rounded. All built from the work I’d done since Chuck left. His gaze moved slow. Across my waist, lats. Then he saw my bulge. Cage poking through the sheer mesh pouch. Had a solid tube that held my cock to hide the scorpion. Yeah. I’d worn it special. Just for him. Wanted to show him what I’d given up. What I had to do. But didn’t want to give it all away. He groaned. It wasn’t just lust now. It’d turned to hunger. I moved to the bench. Motioned for him to watch. I layed back, gripped the bar. “This is how you breathe through it. How you keep control.” I pressed the weight, steady. Smooth. No elbows locking too soon. The bar rose. Fell clean. Max watched me work the weight. The way my pecs swelled with each rep. Then I racked the bar. Sat up. Looked at him, smiled. Knew Coach made him wear a jockstrap while he trained. I told him it was his turn. To strip down. Said it like he didn’t have a choice. Told him that’s the way it was supposed to be. He stripped fast. Eager. It showed in the way he stood. I nodded. He slid onto the bench. I moved to spot him. Made sure to stand close. Bulge right over him. His grip was clean. Motion steady. Strong form. But I caught it quick. Elbows locked too soon. “Don’t lock it yet. Stay under the weight. Control it.” I told him, squatting down to hold his arms. To get my junk closer. He tried not to moan. But he did. I took control. Barked at him. Told him to fucking concentrate. Then he took a breath. Adjusted. Pressed smooth. Every rep solid. I looked down at him. Studied him. Caught his eyes checking out my pouch. Could see him watch how it held my junk. Max finished his set, racked the bar. Sat up. He looked at me, curious. His cock was hard now. I smiled. Liked the bulge it made. Would definitely enjoy it. But pushed that thought to the side for now. “What’d you do? To get there?” he asked, looking me up and down, then my cage. “To be like that?” I held his eyes. “A fucking lot of hard work. Dedication. I gave myself over to Coach. Everything he put me through was worth it. He made me into this.” I paused. Made sure the next part hit right. Wanted to make sure he understood. “Made me his boy. His musclejock.” It took a couple of seconds. But Max understood. He’d been around Coach long enough to feel it. To think about Coach that way. That's when I told him that I’d been where he was now. Thoughts about Coach had taken over til I had to do something about it. He nodded. Still staring. Processing. Said he wasn’t sure he could handle all of it. Go through what I did. I growled. Told him that’s why I was there. Told him to look at me. I started posing. Flexing. Said there’s so much fucking more to it than size, than muscle. Then I moved closer. Bulge now in his face. By now I’d figured he was too much into it to run. I wanted to be honest with this one. He deserved at least some truth. Coach had told me his folks had just kicked him out. Had to leave the dorms in a couple of weeks. Couldn’t get back in until classes started again in the Fall. We had a plan. But it depended on what was gonna happen that night. I took a deep breath. Looked him in the eyes. Said it. “Coach trained me to take cock. Any cock. I’m a fucking cumdump now. That's part of what it takes. Waddaya think about being turned into one?” He leaned in. Hunger in his eyes. It wasn’t about not having a place to live. Could see he craved it. He stood. Steady. His hand pressed against my pecs. Felt the shape. The smooth hardness. Fingers brushed the barbells. He paused. Then moved down to my junk. Grabbed it. Felt the weight of the tube. My full balls underneath. His breath shifted. He wasn’t stupid. He knew the metal meant obedience. He’d be owned. Max’s jaw tightened. He didn’t look away. Told me he’d never been fucked. I smiled. Saw Coach just outside the doorway. Told Max it was ok. Told him I was a virgin before Coach. That he’d helped me get used to it. How I fucking craved it now. How I’d lined up a spot in the bathroom at the campus library. Max grinned. Told me he’d heard talk about some guy doing it there. Had always wondered who it was. I laughed. Told him now he knew. Could get him a spot next to mine if he wanted. Max watched me say it. Saw I meant it. I asked if he’d thought about it. Taking cock. He took a breath. Said yeah. He had. I growled. Told him to look at me. Give me a fucking answer then. Did he want to be like me. Or should I just leave. Let him go on with his life. Max’s breath broke sharp. Said he wanted it. Was positive. I laughed when he said that word. That’s when Coach stepped in, grin sharp. Wrapped his arms around Max. Held him close. Thin shorts the only thing between his cock and Max’s ass. Said that’s what he wanted to hear. Said now we go to his place. That’s where it starts. We left the gym. On the way, Coach and I set the rest of the plan. Max followed close. At Coach’s, Coach told Max to strip. Everything. Max swallowed. Looked at me. I was already down to my jockstrap. He moved in. Tossed his clothes fast. Could see he was nervous. His cock limp. Coach and I circled him. Talked about him like he was a fucking piece of meat. Then told him to flex. Felt his muscle work under our hands. I ignored his cut cock. I’d seen the bulge when he was hard. Had no problem with it. We told him his body was solid. But had a ways to be like me. His lines were softer. Muscle needed to be carved out. Told him he had the start. Max heard it. Knew what it meant. Also knew what would happen if he didn’t take our offer. No way around it. It’d be rough until he could get back in the dorms. But he told us it wasn’t about not having a place to live. He really wanted it. Would give himself over. Then I took off my jockstrap. Lit a pipe. Max saw me take the hit. Let it settle. Exhale down over the chrome tube on my cock. Balls pushed out by the tight ring around them, around my shaft. He groaned, mouth open. Could see he was into it. Would be fine with the T. I tossed him the jockstrap. Told him Coach gave it to me. Was Coach’s before that. Was his now. Max pulled it on quick. Then Coach told him to step up. Get to know my body. Max moaned. Moved in. Felt my muscle. Traced the lines. All the time I blew clouds on him. Told him to breathe it in. He did. His fingers pressed harder, learning. All the time he took in the clouds. Then Coach told him to look close. Said I was smooth. Skin tight. Every line clean. Said he wasn’t. Max growled. Said he wanted to strip down to that same smooth cut. I grunted. Said I’d shave him down once we settled into our routine. He just moaned. Asked how often I did it. Shave. I grabbed his hand. Ran it across my face. My pits, balls, ass. Then down to my hole. I left it there. Could see him finally getting hard. I handed him the pipe. Lit it. Told him I didn’t need to shave anymore. That he’d be the same down the line. If he got that far. He took to the pipe like a pro. Could see it wasn’t his first time. I growled. Told him there was plenty. He just took another hit. Grabbed my neck. Pulled me into him. I felt his warm lips on mine release a big cloud. I grabbed his waist. Took it in. He kept hitting the pipe. Feeding it to me. Fuck! It was getting to me. I’d almost forgot the plan. Coach saw it. Walked up behind Max. Slipped his cock between his asscheeks. Max tensed. Looked at me. Nervous. I told him it was ok. Told him to be honest. Always be honest with us. He sighed. Said he wanted me to be his first. Not Coach. I kissed him. Coach laughed. Told him it was ok. That was the plan. It’d be just him and me for now. But Coach would fuck him sooner or later. No getting out of that. Max grinned. Relaxed. Then followed me to the bedroom. When we got there I handed him another pipe. He took it quick. Grabbed the torch. Warmed the bowl. I laughed. Told him I liked a boy who knew how to work a pipe. He growled. Inhaled. Said he’d had lots of practice. Told him I was surprised he’d never been fucked with all the practice. He just looked at me. Told me he wasn’t a total virgin. That got me going. I couldn’t help it. I went down on him. Started to suck. Got him totally hard. He moaned. Blew the clouds down on me the whole time. Fucker was as twisted as me! Then it hit me. What’d get him begging for my load. I let go of him. Asked him if he’d ever slammed. He hadn’t. But told me he wanted to try. Perfect! I told him. I got up. Grabbed a rig from the dresser drawer. Next I wrapped the tourniquet around his bicep. Could see he was watching close. I kissed his vein. Explained the whole process. Then slammed him. Saw him fall back on the bed. Eyes roll into his head. Fucker was flying. Then he sat up. Looked at me. Fucking green eyes got more and more dilated. I stood back. Started flexing. Posing. My lats flared. Traps rose. He sat there drooling on the edge of the bed. I watched him go for his cock. Start stroking it. But it was going soft. It was a good sign. He kept trying until I stopped, walked up to him. My caged cock in front of him. I grabbed my balls. Told him he didn’t need it. Not tonight. He moaned. Begged me to fuck him. I growled. Unlocked my cage. Tossed it. My cock jumped out. Told him I wasn’t just gonna fuck him. Was gonna breed him. He groaned. Mouth open, played with his now his limp cock again. Then he saw the scorpion. Knew what it meant. But it was me that made him choose. Not because he was tweaking. Told me he didn’t fucking care. Wanted to be just like me. Begged me to do it. Breed him. I walked up. Guided his head to my cock. He opened his mouth. Took it in. Fuck it felt so good! I started to pound the back of this throat. Choke him. Gag him. Then told him it was time. Get on his back. Wanted him to see the fucking musclejock fucking him. He scrambled. Spread his legs. I climbed on the bed. Slid my hard cock over his hairy hole. Told him I liked it. But would be even better shaved. He moaned. Said to do it. Make it smooth for my cock. I growled. Got up to get the water, shaving cream. Razor. That’s when I saw the red light of the camera. Coach was streaming it to the others. I worked the shaving cream around his hole. Max just layed there, loving the feeling of the razor taking off the hair. I wiped off the remains. Better. I said. Then fingered him. Worked his hole. He was too far gone to feel the scrapes. To him it felt good, nerves shooting through his hole. All the time he begged to be bred. I just smiled. Worked his hole til his pink ass juices coated my fingers. Then it was time for my cock. I tossed him a bottle of poppers. Told him to use it. He hit the bottle hard. I pushed in deep. Could tell he was hurting at first. But then got used to it. His hole relaxed around my cock. That’s when I pulled back. Rammed into him. Thrust deep. Long. Could tell the poppers, the slam were working. He started to move with me. Push back on my cock. Told me he wanted more of it. I just growled. Leaned into him. Asked if he really wanted to be like me. Told him that’d he’d have to be pozzed. He groaned. Pushed back like a hungry slut. Told me I didn’t have to ask. Just do it. Poz him. I grabbed his shoulders. Kissed him. Rammed it all the way in. That's when he let out a deep grunt. Fucking cum exploded from his limp t-dick. I kept on. Felt his hole flex around my cock. Then I felt Coach on top of me. Fat cock against my hole. I moaned. Told him to breed me. Needed to know I was still his. He growled. Told me I’d always be his fucking poz musclejock. Then gave me all of it. Told me I was doing good. Would bring more for me when they were ready. I went crazy. Pounded Max. Fucked myself on Coach. I finally knew this is what it was all about. I was a fucking pozzed musclejock breeder now. I’d pass on Coach’s DNA to Max. Others. Coach would live forever. Sweat drenched the bed. It couldn’t get any better. I knew I was getting close. Could feel Coach was too. Told Max to tighten up. I did the same. Coach was grunting now. Slamming hard into me. Pushing me deeper into Max. Then Coach hollered. Unloaded. I followed quick. Flooded Max deep with my hot toxic load. Coach pulled off me. Left me with Max. I pulled out. Sat back against the headboard. Raised my hands behind my neck. I looked down at him. Saw the look he gave me. Same one I’d given Coach that first night. Knew what he was thinking. He’d do anything I said now. Then he crawled over to me. Licked my cock clean. The cock that just pozzed him. Yeah. I was certain of it. Had gotten my viral load nice and high just for this. Coach came back later after a couple more rounds. He grinned. Jumped into the bed next to me. Told Max he’d stay with us until it was time to go to the dorms. Max moaned. Said he wanted to stay with me. With Coach. Not the dorms. I smiled. Wiped the sweat from his face. Told him he wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. He looked up. Gave a shit eating grin. Then put his head on my lap. Nursed my cock. He was fucking adorable. For a second I thought about what would’ve happened. If I hadn’t asked Coach for help in high school. Maybe I’d be ok. But here I was. Where I was meant to be. With Coach. With my first. Max. I didn’t know what’d happen next. Coach had switched things up with me. Had even more with Max. Then there was Chuck. He was still out there. Waiting. I sighed. Coach saw the look on my face. Knew it had to be about Chuck. He grunted. Grabbed hold of my balls. Squeezed. Like a farmer checking out his award-winning harvest. Then he turned on the monitor. It was Chuck. Stripped down. Collared. Caged. Fucking roided out. Almost unrecognizable now. Pete was behind him. Could see his laddered cock covered in lube. I groaned. Remembered how it felt. How it shredded me. Then in it went. Chuck just grunted. Kept on like normal. Told me he’d watched the whole scene. Fucking loved it. Then reminded me of the promise I’d made. I laughed. Told him I couldn’t wait. But would have my new boy with me. Fuck! It felt good to call him my boy. Chuck growled. Begged Pete to go harder. Then told Max I’d been the only one to take a poz load from him. That the roids had fucked up his junk. He couldn’t even get it up now. He’d always be just a fucking cumdump. But Max could drop a load in him once it’s official. Once he’d taken my load first. Max growled. Said done. So that’s where we’re now at. Waiting for Chuck to come for a visit. The three of us are together. Me? I’m prepping for my first show. Yeah. Coach says I’m finally ready. But Max is the one to watch. What he’ll turn into. I warned Coach not to push it. Let him work out what he’ll be. Maybe old school like Coach. Maybe more like me. Or like Chuck. Honestly I think he’s leaning towards the roids. I see the look on his face when we talk about Chuck. I’ve already got the collar picked out. Just in case. And who knows what else Duke and Mark can come up with for me. For Max. Basically, life is good now. Can’t wait to see what happens next.

This was a first: a much younger buddy who is really into dad-son role play texted yesterday morning that he was horny as fuck, and needed my hairy otter dadhole. Invited him over mid-afternoon. I was instructed to be naked, ass up, and ready for cock when they arrived. Son showed up and came upstairs to my bedroom with an older dad buddy, and a third who was their cameraman, who remained clothed. Son quickly stripped, shoved his cock in my mouth to get hard, then his raw cock up my ass. What I wasn't told was what was transpiring: the clothed cameraman filmed and FaceTimed all the proceedings, live, to Son's horny boyfriend back in the midwest, who was jacking as he watched. Hot as fuck! (I'd been fucked and bred by both son and his bf a month or two ago, so knowing he was viewing and jacking off to us barebacking got me totally stoked.) The attached image is my pushout of son's cumload, as it was Facetimed live to his bf, who apparently busted a huge nut while viewing. (Yes, the son fed me the pushout.) Can't wait for the bf to move here in the spring so we can regularly do things like this and film in small groups. Other cum pushouts, cumplay, felching and breeding vids can be found at my Just For Fans. General tomfoolery including bb clips can be found at my Bluesky.

A private BHZ party would absolutely work, but it would need to be an "invite only" party with people whom you know or someone else vouched for them. Depending on the size of the apartment, you may want to restrict the number of people and also charge a fee. Whoever is serious about the party would not mind paying up for the maintenance of the apartment, including cleaning after the party, provision of supplies like lube, paper towels, etc. Also, you may want to keep the ratio of tops to bottoms of 3:1. More versatiles the better, but even the versatiles would want their holes filled up. There used to be a guy who organised private parties in a nice apartment close to Tiergarten. He would have some 10 bottoms and 30-40 tops. I would pay 100 euros for the upkeep and parties would run from Friday afternoon to Sunday mid-day. Strictly no drugs. The invite would go out a month before and the fee was payable on registration. Usually, you would get a few more bottoms and a few less tops, but overall the vibe was awesome. The only "drawback" was that most people were normal people with normal bodies and of all ages. But the goal was for the bottoms to get as many loads as possible, and leave the tops plenty of time to recover between fucks. They did have beer and drinks available, but everyone understood that the main goal was to have a good time. The guy had a few rules: bottoms can't refuse any top, Tops can't refuse a willing bottom unless they were resting. Cleanliness was appreciated and no piss unless in the bathtub. Clean after yourself and everyone helps tidying up the place. He had a terrace where people could smoke but respeect the neighbours. Music was moderate and loud noises were not encouraged. So, yes, it does work if you set it up smart from the beginning. And the 100euro fee was enough to discourage the no-shows and ensure everyone had a good time. I've only been three times, but each time I had a great time.

!!NEW STORY!! (Desired Obsessions will be an anthology series exploring themes, this thread centering around reunions too hot to turn from and too dark to not indulge in) DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II Part One: Long Games Felix burrowed under his blankets, a cocoon of total darkness that was supposed to bring sleep. It was useless. For an hour, he’d tried to ignore the nasty thoughts swirling in his head, but they only kept him tangled in the sheets. His fingers traced a slow, absent-minded trail over his nipples, down the sharp ‘V’ of his hips, across the caramel skin of his inner thighs. A touch he melted into. Rolling onto his stomach, he peeked out. 4:05 AM. The red digital numbers glowed. He’d been chatting with some dude from an app, but the screen was dark now, the conversation having gone cold long before. But he thought of the pics the dude had sent: a thick, uncut, hairy blonde cock from four different angles. One of them had a can of lighter butane next to it for size reference. Slowly, he ground his hips into the mattress. A low, "Mmm," escaped his lips as an erection began to press into the bedding. "Yes…" he whispered, giving in to the inevitable. Sleep wasn't coming. "I’m gonna get spun." But what kind of night should this be? Felix was no stranger to wild nights, quickly bored by anything mild. Something new, he thought. The raw, the unfiltered. He moaned again, pushing his hips off the bed, arching his back until his ass was high in the air, an offering to the empty room. An idea struck. "And why not get lit that way?" He threw the blankets off, went to his nightstand, and opened the drawer, retrieving a small black case. Inside were a few small containers of party favors and a liquid syringe. He uncapped one, trying to remember the amount his friend had used last time, then pinched small white rocks into the syringe and filled it with a small amount of water. As he shook it gently, he thought of the first and only other time he’d gotten high this way. A small group hosted by a vers friend. All night, all raunchy. He was crazy high and crazy cock-hungry. His dick got hard as he watched the rocks dissolve. This is going to be wild, he told himself. His booty bump was ready. He grabbed his phone, put on some porn, and laid on his stomach. He positioned his ass in the air, pushed his hole out against the plastic tube, found the right spot, and pressed the plunger. The cool water splashed against his inner walls. He tightened, slid the tube out, not a single drop wasted, and began to grind his hard cock into the mattress as he pushed the plunger, flooding his hole. The build was slow, but when the feeling crested, it was electrifying, far more intense than smoking. He loved the way it made his hole feel: warm and tingling, alive with anticipation for anything. He took a hit of poppers. Two nostrils deep. His lungs filled with the sharp scent. He saw precum leaking from his cock. He pushed his hips onto the bed, eyes transfixed on the porn playing from his phone, and ground his hard dick into the mattress, over and over. "Fuck, that is so hot," he cried out. The booty bump was taking effect. His head buzzed. The verbal cries from the porn invaded his consciousness, and he imagined himself as the bottom in the video, on his knees, hungrily servicing two uncut Latin cocks. Spit filled his mouth as one of them forced a cock deep in his throat. He took another hit of poppers. His hole burned with an erotic warmth that made his hard cock leak even more. In the video, the two guys getting serviced towered over the small twink. The size difference made Felix even harder. Lost in the fantasy and the euphoric high, he continued grinding his sensitive cock into the mattress, moaning along with the video. "Fuck, ahhhh." He desperately wanted to be that bottom, fucked by both men. The booty bump flooded him with images of their thick cocks stretching him, making him scream. The room was hot and sticky. All that mattered was getting cock. Felix moaned, “Fuck, I need it so bad.” Another hit of poppers. He got louder, his hips bucking faster, accenting the curve of his bubble ass. A double hit of poppers. He stopped. He lifted his hips up and away from the bed, taking deep breaths to ride the edge of the peak he’d almost hit. Edging, bringing himself to the brink and then denying release, was his new favorite game. The porn played on, but Felix knew he needed the real thing. He considered texting the top from the other night, who was particularly skilled, but then reasoned with himself. Felix was a connoisseur of "firsts," of the new encounter where everything was a discovery. Anon. He’d tried it and loved it, the blindfold and everything. He ran through a mental list of things he hadn’t done, a list that got shorter by the weekend, before he settled on… public play. After a quick, hot shower, he dressed. The high thrummed under his skin and seemed to vibrate as he packed his fanny pack with favors before heading out. The morning air was still cool, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. It felt good. He cut through the park a few blocks from his apartment. It was a casual cruising spot he’d always been too jumpy to try. Most guys were around in the middle of the night. Too cold and too creepy, Felix thought. The edges of the trees seemed to shimmer against the grass, and it all blurred at the edges of his vision. Felix did a second booty bump post-shower. He found the park mostly empty except for people walking dogs and others doing yoga or sunbathing. He followed the path to the men’s bathroom. Sitting on the benches just outside would be the best place to start; it would be one of the only open places so early in the morning. He sat sideways on the bench, one leg tucked under him, the same-side arm draped over the back. All he’d have to do was arch his back, pushing his warm, tingling ass toward any guy who might look twice. He blinked a couple of times and laughed softly to himself. “I am fuckin’ flying.” He discreetly ground his hand against his tight red nylon running shorts. He was gently startled by a burst of laughter and loud voices. Three men walked towards him, their energy infectious and sloppy. Felix, keeping his gaze soft, clocked their sneakers, the baseball hats on the white guy and the Latin guy, the basketball jersey on the white guy that was vaguely familiar, and bits of their odd, slurred conversation. He was much too high to coordinate anything, but he looked back and away in their direction just enough to make sure they noticed. The guys settled under a tree across from him, glancing over as they continued their boisterous conversation. Felix smiled, which got the white guy's attention, it was curious and something more than just interesting. Alright. Time to kick this up a notch. Felix arched his back and stood, moving with deliberate slowness. All three guys watched. Felix turned and headed for the men's bathroom. It was deserted. The morning air was growing thick with the heat of the day, the scent of bleach overpowering the faint smell of piss. Three stalls, doors open. Two sinks. Felix went to one and looked at himself in the mirror that hung just above it. The bathroom door creaked open. The white guy, hat pulled low, with that jersey and grey sweatpants, walked in. His face had something about it, Felix thought, but their eyes locked instantly through the mirror. Felix stepped into the stall furthest from the door, and the guy followed, the door clicking shut behind him. Felix faced him as he grabbed his dick, pressing his sweatpants against it. He bit his lower lip, silently daring Felix with each squeeze of his growing cock. Felix dropped to his knees, the cold tile biting his skin. He pressed his face against the grey sweatpants, inhaling deeply, the dude’s scent mixed with sweat filling his nostrils. He slowly rubbed his face along the length of the bulge, feeling the heat and hardness beneath the fabric. “Fuck….” the guy said, his voice hushed but laced with excitement. “Ain’t you a dirty little piece…” Felix looked up, meeting a familiar gaze and kept it there while he put his mouth over the guy’s cock, tracing it up and down, feeling the shape and size through the fabric. “What? This?” Felix ran his lips along the shaft, teasing and tasting. Lifting the jersey slightly ruffled the team logo Felix was too high to place from across the park, but now, looking at the guy’s eyes through the mirror, Felix softly grabbed the man’s towering thighs as he pulsed his lips, teasing himself with the dick still trapped under the sweatpants. The fact that they both knew each other and were underplaying their surprise wildly turned them both on. A low, gruff voice, as deep as a high school memory, said, “Felix. Pull my cock out.” “Yes, Logan.” Felix whispered, obediently. He slipped his fingers over the grey waistband and pulled. Logan used to refer to Felix as a "pretty dope faggot." He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a Logan used to refer to Felix as a pretty dope faggot. He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year.a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year. Now he was a slutty faggot on his knees, teasing his throbbing meat. Logan’s cock was thick in the center and hung eight inches to the right, only halfway to being hard. The second booty bump had Felix focused on one thing, but a few shocked thoughts swirled around the utter disbelief that he was about to suck a dick he’d fantasized about many, many times. Felix rubbed his face against it, then inhaled the scent from his bush. “Fuck, you smell so good. Like a man.” “That’s right. You like how a real man smells, don’t you?” He grabbed Felix by the hair and yanked his head back to look up at him. “Don’t you?” “Uh-huh,” Felix whined, his eyes wide and begging. “That’s right. Keep worshiping that dick.” “Yes, sir, I’ll work for it.” “That’s right. You need to work for that cock.” “Oh, I will.” “Yeah? You deserve this cock?” “I do.” “You deserve that thick cock?” “I do.” Logan loosened his grip on Felix’s hair. “Even after all this time, you still gotta work for it. You know that, right?” “Mhmmm.” Felix started to kiss his cock, deep in worship. Logan had recognized Felix before he even realized he was part of his game. They knew each other, in a way. Same grade, some classes together, friends who might have mixed at some point. But it was alphabetical order—their last names landing them next to each other constantly. The group projects, the good mornings, the commiseration of being ‘just over it’, it had all brewed a friendly, low-key flirty vibe between the guy on the basketball team and the class vice-president on the debate team. Dark excitement burned in Logan’s eyes when he recognized something in Felix’s dark stare. He reached into his pocket and slipped something out. “Would you mind if I hit this right quick?” He flashed a small glass pipe, melted T coating the bottom. The same dark burn lit Felix up with a dark smile. “Nah, just as long as you let me blow a cloud on your cock.” Logan threw his head back and moaned. “Felix, Felix… you’re a bad little boy now, aren’t you?” He took a hit from his pipe and blew the smoke down at Felix. “Oh, Logan… I’m a very bad and very dirty little boy now.” Click. Logan blew his cloud down to Felix, slower this time, covering his face. “But still a little faggot. Wanna be my little faggot?” “I wanna be your little faggot,” Felix’s eyes pleaded with hunger. Logan lit the pipe for Felix. “Good.” He clicked the torch again, signaling for Felix to hit it again. “I told my boys to let me have some one-on-one time with you, since I knew you.” Felix didn’t even wait; he had his mouth back on the pipe before he’d blown out his last hit. “Now, I get to give them my little faggot. My spun little dirty slutty faggot.” Felix positioned his mouth around Logan’s cock, his lips hovering just above it, holding it there. The weight of it drove him crazy. He slowly pulled his head back while letting the cloud coat the thick cock. “Take another hit, faggot.” Logan pushed the pipe into Felix’s eager lips. “Fuck yes…” Felix inhaled as much as he could, eager to please. Logan took a long hit and blew out smoke rings that hit Felix’s face. “I’m ’bout to make you a whore for meth.” Then, with his free hand, he shoved Felix down on his cock. The tip was already hitting the back of his throat. “Yes! Get that thick cock wet….” Logan’s intense eyes gave way to his dark mind. “Get that thick cock nice and wet….” Felix’s spit streamed down his shaft, only to be licked up and then spit out again. “Get that thick white cock nice and wet.” Felix let out a moan as his eyes rolled back. He started sucking faster, stroking it four or six times, and then came to a sudden stop. He kept his tongue out, the cock resting on it, his eyes locked on Logan. His voice was small. “Is that thick white cock wet enough?” Click. Hit. Clouds. “I think you can do better service for this white cock.” He brought the pipe down to Felix. Click. Hit. Hit. Clouds. “Lemme show you how.” Logan said, setting the pipe down on a ledge on the wall, his hands now free to grab Felix and face-fuck him. Felix gagged on Logan’s cock, his throat tight from the hit and the deep penetration. He moaned around the flesh, his eyes wild from the wave of pleasure and the high that washed over him. Logan pulled back slightly, grinning down at Felix, high and sweaty. "You damn sexy taking that thick white cock." Felix nodded his head vigorously, unable to speak. He wanted it more than anything, and he'd do whatever it took to please this man. Without any further warning, Logan slammed his cock back down Felix's throat, choking him slightly as he started a slow but relentless pace. His hands found their way to Felix's ass, squeezing and pulling on the cheeks as he drove deeper. Felix could feel his eyes watering, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. The burning sensation in his chest only fueled his desire for more. He moaned and gagged around the cock, his body arching up into the assault. Logan felt his balls draw up tight as he neared his climax. He gripped Felix's hair tightly and started thrusting harder, his hips slamming against the smaller body. Then he quickly pulled his cock out of Felix's mouth, his grip loosening slightly. He watched as Felix swallowed hard, sucking down the drops of pre-cum. “Been edgin’ with my boys all morning," he murmured, running his fingers through Felix's wet hair. “But I think I’m gonna work up a bigger load for you." Felix leaned into every touch. “Yes, please. Thank you, sir.” “Let’s try, ‘Papi.’” Logan’s voice was playful and menacing. Felix smiled, his voice hazy. “Papi. Gracias, Papi.” Felix’s accent hit Logan like a train. “Sexy… fuckin’ sexy.” Felix felt Logan guiding him to stand. He was dazed, his legs shaking, but when their lips hovered so close together, he forgot everything. “I cannot believe this is happening… and that it’s happening this way.” “The universe, man.” Logan used his other hand to reach into Felix’s shorts, his finger searching for his hole. “We are two lucky fuckers.” One hand held the back of his head, another rubbed against his hole. Felix was frozen, wanting to beg Logan to kiss him, slap him, fuck him. He couldn’t speak. "You're one hell of a cocksucker," Logan whispered, his tone pleased. Breathless, Felix said, “It’s my favorite thing to do, probably next to booty bumps!” “Oh, yeah?” He paused for a second and reached into his pocket. “I think this little Latin cocksucker served this white cock good. I think I got a reward for you.” “Papi… I promise to show you how thankful I am.” “Put two of your fingers in my mouth.” Felix did as he was told and sighed with need when he felt Logan’s tongue on his skin. Logan let saliva build up and drip onto Felix’s fingers. “Wet your—” “Fucking hot.” Felix rubbed his fingers all around his hole. Between his index finger and thumb, Logan held a shard of T. He spit on it, keeping it between them, and nodded for Felix to spit on it. “Against that wall.” Logan forcefully ordered. Felix leaned forward and slowly pulled his shorts down. “Eager little faggot… I fuckin’ love that.” Logan felt his throbbing cock urge him to just shove it in. Rape the faggot, he thought, but gave in to another urge. Felix closed his eyes, waiting for the burn of the shard, but then he felt something else. Logan’s mouth, his tongue pushing against his hole. He cried out in surprise, then moaned random words from how good it felt. Logan went wild at how good Felix’s hole was. He spit on it and pushed his face hungrily into it. “This pussy… oh my god.” “You like my pussy, Papi?” Logan sucked at it and pulled his mouth away. “This pussy…,” he sucked at it again, “right here…” He wildly ate Felix, the moans only making him get sloppier. He spit on it one more time. “This pussy tastes so good. I like it a lot. Don’t get me obsessed with it now.” Felix pouted. “But, why?” He pushed his hole out, then felt a wet hand on his ass, then the burn of the shard Logan pushed into him. He let out a loud moan but then held his breath when he suddenly felt Logan on him, his hand covering his mouth. “You don’t want me to answer that. ‘Cause if I do, I’m so fucking turned on by you, I might go to a really dark place. Twisted things happen to little faggots if I do.” Felix pushed his ass against Logan’s pre-cum-dripping cock Logan slid his hand from Felix’s mouth to his neck. Felix, in a soft voice, said, “Maybe I’m a little faggot who needs twisted things to happen to him.” He pushed back on the rock-hard cock, lining it up to slide between his cheeks. Logan gripped Felix tightly and lined the head of his dick against his hole. “Careful what you ask for, Felix.” He rubbed his pre-cum on Felix and started to push the tip in. Felix held still, his hole relaxed. “Put it in me. Please. Logan, please. I need your big white cock inside of me.” He pushed a little bit more. “Yeah? Is that what you need? A big white cock to put you in your place? Fucking whore. You’re so high and hungry for it.” Felix begged for it. Logan pulled Felix back to look at him. “Just be a good spun little slut who’s ready for my boys, okay? My faggots would do anything for me and my boys.” “I’ll do anything,” Felix said, with daring confidence. Logan was silent as he looked at Felix. Then, he said softly, “Open your mouth.” He spit inside Felix’s open mouth. “Stick your tongue out.” Felix did, and as he was about to close it, Logan barked, “Hold it there.” Then he wrapped his lips around it, sucking at it. Felix couldn’t take it anymore. He started kissing Logan, who started roughly kissing him back, almost giving in and starting to fuck Felix right then. He tightened his hand around Felix’s neck; Felix squirmed. Logan pulled away, fast, and slapped Felix’s face—firm but not too hard. “Don’t fucking do that. Don’t kiss me like that. If you push me to get twisted…” Felix looked back, his eyes big, brown, and apologizing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t kiss you.” “No, uh, it’s not like that,” Logan didn’t know how to explain. He looked at Felix, like meat and prize, “when i’m really high and I want something so fuckin bad… I gotta control myself… you’ll do anything, right?” Felix was curious to know how reckless and enticing he needed to be to get ‘twisted Logan’, his ultimate reward. “Anything.” Logan went to the door and just before he called his boys in, he looked at Logan and said, “Prove it.” [END OF PART ONE] Next up, Part 2 in Volume II

Chapter 10: The Sanctum The red light of the Bacchanalia faded in Nate’s rearview mirror, replaced by the sterile white glow of Preston Hollow streetlamps. The mansion, with its symphony of flesh and its roaring chemical-fueled energy, felt like a dream from another life—or perhaps, a life they had just conquered. Now, as the Porsche glided silently into the driveway, the mission was over. The work was done. It was time to go home. Home. The word had a new weight, a new texture. It was no longer just a glass-walled house filled with expensive furniture and the ghost of a dead wife. It was a sanctum. A fortress for the four of them. They moved through the house with a quiet, exhausted intimacy. The energy from the mansion still clung to them—a musky, electric aura—but it was softening, settling into the familiar comfort of their shared space. Kyle Simmons, no longer "Coach" but simply "Kyle," moved with the easy confidence of a man who belonged. He dropped his bag by the door, his large frame seeming to fill the entryway with a grounded strength. No words were needed. They all knew the ritual. It was a purification of a different kind. One by one, they shed the clothes from the outside world and walked into the massive, open-air shower that adjoined the master suite. The water, hot and steamy, cascaded over their bodies, washing away the sweat, the lube, the piss, and the seed of the night. They didn't speak. They touched. Brandon soaped Nate’s back, his hands gentle, reverent. Geoff stood under the spray with Kyle, their foreheads pressed together, sharing a quiet moment of connection that went beyond the raw lust of the public arena. This was cleansing. This was returning to the self. Later, wrapped in thick, luxurious robes, they gathered in the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the dark, sleeping city, but their world was contained within the warm, lamplit circle of the room. Brandon, ever the provider, built a fire in the grand hearth. Kyle produced a bottle of aged tequila and four glasses. Geoff put on a low, ambient record. This was their new normal. The Bacchanalia was the church, the sermon, the conversion. This was the fellowship, the quiet worship of each other. They sat on the plush rugs before the fire, a tangle of limbs and comfortable silence. The conversation started softly, a debriefing of the night's events. "Did you see the look on Thorne's face when he drank the chalice?" Geoff chuckled, a deep, proud sound. "He looked like he was dying and being born all at once." "He was," Kyle said, swirling the tequila in his glass. "You broke him perfectly, son. That's a gift." He looked at Nate, his eyes filled with a warmth that transcended their decades of friendship. "And you. You were a predator tonight. A king." Nate leaned his head against Brandon’s shoulder, a gesture of pure, unguarded affection. "I learned from the best." He looked at his twin, his son, his friend. "But that's out there. This..." He gestured to the space between them. "...this is what's real." The air grew thick again, but this time it wasn't the chemically charged haze of the spa. It was the slow, deliberate burn of intimacy, of love, of profound, undeniable need. Brandon set his glass down and moved behind Nate, his hands gently untying the belt of his robe. "Our king needs to be serviced," he murmured, his lips brushing Nate’s ear. Nate leaned back, a soft sigh escaping him as Brandon’s hands roamed over his chest. Kyle turned to Geoff, his expression softening. "And my champion? What does he need?" Geoff didn't answer with words. He simply knelt before Kyle, undoing his mentor's robe and taking his already hardening cock into his mouth. It wasn't an act of submission, but of worship. A son honoring the man who had helped guide him, who had completed his father's initiation. The scene that unfolded was the antithesis of the Bacchanalia. It was slow, tender, and exquisitely explicit. Brandon laid Nate down on the thick fur rug before the fire. He entered his twin slowly, face to face, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as their shared heartbeat. There was no talk of breeding or gifting, only whispered endearments and the soft sounds of pleasure. It was a reaffirmation of their bond, a love that had survived and been reborn. Beside them, Kyle laid Geoff on his back, lifting his legs. He entered his former student with the same powerful control he’d used in the sling room, but tempered with a deep, abiding affection. "You've become a man, Geoff," Kyle grunted softly, his hips rolling in a deep, steady rhythm. "A man I'm proud to call brother." They moved as two interconnected pairs, a beautiful, incestuous tableau of love and lust. The firelight danced on their sweat-slicked skin, illuminating the tattoos that marked them as members of the same tribe. The sounds were not of grunts and slaps, but of soft moans, whispered names, and the gentle rhythm of four bodies finding their home in each other. One by one, they reached their peaks, not with explosive roars, but with quiet, shuddering climaxes that felt like a release of the soul. Brandon flooded his twin's ass, and Nate’s own cum spurted between their bodies. Kyle emptied himself into Geoff, who cried out his mentor's name as he came. They lay in a heap, a tangled, satisfied mess of limbs and love. The fire crackled, the city slept, and outside, the revolution they had just ignited continued to spread. But in here, in their sanctum, they were just a family. A father, his brother, his son, and his best friend. Four men, bound by blood, by ink, by seed, and by a love so profound it had poisoned them to perfection. And they were home.

Quick Sniffies hook-up this morning with a smooth young femboy staying in my hotel. Stopped by his room after my workout to find door open and him ass up in bed. Ate out his creamy sloppy hole to warm him up (he got bred last night by a bbc)…I nailed his ass to the bed and then pumped a 5-day load into him…and then ate that out as well. Zipped up and left Couldn’t stop thinking about that warm slick pussy just begging to be fucked so I went back an hour later and used my own load as lube to ream his ass again…then dumped a second even bigger nutt into his guts . Hoping to stop by and breed my boy again later tonight.

Just breed a guy with a nice muscle ass that already had two loads in it. My BBC came out covered in cum. I shot a huge load up his ass. He is going to hit me up again when he has a cum filled hole.

Third time this week with the young guy who's fucking me. Elsewhere on this site I told about the Daddies who are paying him for his "services" but they didn't need him this week. He's flattering me by saying sex with me is the highlight of his week ;-). Well, he has several highlights too when he's fucking me! I love multi-cummers! He asked if he could come back tonight. Am I going to say no??? Silly question 😉

Last night from sniffies two guys in a storage garage. Met them in the parking area walked to the storage unit. Had a mattress heater and a light. We got to business fast and I got two loads.