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“Hold him down.” The pressure on my arms increased as the two men standing on either side of me tightened their grips, each of them using both hands to pin my arms to the desk. I felt the cold shock of lube in the crack of my ass, then another hand ran up and down, spreading the liquid liberally and massaging my pucker before sliding two fingers inside to open me up. “You’re in for it now,” said one of the men holding me down. I could hear the sneer in his voice. “Ever been fucked with a cruel condom?” A different voice in my ear this time, whispering. His voice. I didn’t have to wonder how I had come to find myself in this predicament. As it usually does, my libido did all the talking – and had gotten me into a heap of trouble this time. Here I was at nine o’clock on a Friday night, blindfolded and bent over a desk in a nearly-empty office, waiting to be penetrated by an eight-inch cock sleeved in the equivalent of a Brillo pad. The objective: shred my insides and get me ready to take highly viral poz cum from each man in the room. It had started – as it usually does – with a message on a hookup app. I’m very up front that as a bottom, I am 100% condom-free and have been almost two decades. What the men who fuck me don’t know is, I lie about being on prep and doxypep. I’m not, nor have I ever been. I prefer my sex to be random, anonymous, and as risky as possible. I thrive on it. For nearly half of the two decades I’ve been a bottom, I’ve dabbled with on-again, off-again fantasies of joining the poz brotherhood. More recently, those desires have been much more ‘on’ than ‘off’. While I had always known that becoming poz was probably inevitable, the desire for it had grown into a need, a primitive hunger that was becoming harder and harder to deny. So when he contacted me to say that he had a group that was looking for a raw bottom like me, and I had seen the word ‘Positive’ next to his HIV status, a voice in my lizard brain told me I had to say yes. Less than three hours later, I found myself in a small, non-descript office park, walking into a building to find him, waiting behind a counter. He had opened a door to the office beyond and ushered me in, positioning me on the table before turning on the lights to reveal his group. Each had a matching biohazard tattoo just above and to the left of his cock. The mark of a brotherhood. And they wanted me to join. He had placed a blindfold over my eyes and secured my ankles to the legs of the desk using zip ties. “Quick poll, guys,” he said. “Should I ram it in and get it over with for him, or slide in nice and slow so we can enjoy his pain?” “Fast,” said the guy on my left. “Slow,” replied the one on my right. Then came a chorus of voices from around the room. “Slow.” “Slow.” “Fast.” “Fast.” Six different voices. And he would make seven. “Tie vote!” he chuckled. “Guess I’m the tiebreaker.” With that, I felt the cold tip of the metal sheath press against my hole. I did my best to clench myself shut, to stave off his invasion, but it was to no avail. My anal sphincter had long ago been destroyed to the point that there was little muscle left. Chalk it up to decades as a bottom slut. Despite my best efforts to the contrary, I opened for him. I braced myself for what was to come. “Slow it is.” I could hear the smirk on his face as he whispered the words so only those closest to him could hear. The smooth tip of the cruel condom was inside me now. I felt another cold stream of lube as he prepared to push deeper. The pressure was slow and steady, but relentless. I have no words to describe the shock of pain that exploded within me as the abrasive portion of the condom reached my flesh. My asshole had been a source of pleasure for more than two decades, but now it was the source of the worst pain I had ever felt. It was like a wildfire, burning with such fierce intensity it was impossible to believe that it would end. The cruel condom scratched and tore at my insides as he pushed his way deeper and deeper. I bucked and twisted, but the two men kept their hold on me. With his weight now pushing me into the desk, I had nowhere to go. At last his progress slowed, then stopped. My entire being seemed to be on fire. I let out a low, guttural moan and realized that it was my first verbal reaction to his assault. “Mmmmmm,” came his reaction. Then, to the group, he said, “He took that pretty well, wouldn’t you agree, guys?” A chorus of voices echoed their agreement. “Now, let’s see how he does with this!” He pulled his hips back quickly, drawing his cock – and the metal sheath surrounding it – completely out of my body. The cruel condom ripped its way out of me like a bayonet on the battlefield. Almost before I could react, he rammed it back inside me, burying his cock to the hilt and tearing me even more deeply. My whole body tensed as the sensation of a million volts of searing electricity surged through every nerve. The scream seemed to come from somewhere else, somewhere outside my body. I flopped back onto the table, barely aware that I was whimpering and drooling. “I’d say he’s ready for our little gift!” he exclaimed. He slowly withdrew his cock, but if the cruel condom did any more damage, I couldn’t feel it. My whole body had gone numb. Someone I couldn’t see placed a brown bottle under my nose and held a nostril shut. Instinctively, I inhaled mightily. He swapped nostrils. After a couple of deep breaths, my heart was racing in my ears and I felt light-headed. Normally I loved the sensation, but it did nothing to relieve the throbbing, burning pain in my ass. I heard a slight rattle and then he stood before me. His cock looked as though it had been torn a little. It was red and a few small spots of blood were visible. Or was that my blood? Then he held the cruel condom in front of my eyes. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. Not only was the shiny silver implement of torture now completely covered in blood, stuck in between the small abrasive teeth were tiny bits of flesh. My flesh. “All yours, boys,” he said, a joyous tone in his voice. And then it began. The brown bottle made regular appearances under my nose, and as my head swam, one by one each of the men in the room took his turn. No one used any lube – I was bleeding enough that they didn’t need any. Each man stood behind me, grabbed me by the hips and shoved his cock inside my destroyed ass with no mercy. Cock after cock depositing load after load of toxic cum deep in my torn-up guts. By the time the two men holding me down were ready to take their turns, I was too exhausted and out of it to do anything but lay there. They took their turns, then he was the only one who hadn’t yet gotten off. One more round of the brown bottle, and he sauntered up behind me. His weight once again pressed me into the desk as his now bare cock found its target and slid inside me. By now, I felt nothing more than a dull throb in my ass. Either the poppers had done their work, or my mind had shut off most of the pain receptors in that region of my body. Maybe it was both. I could feel and hear his hips slapping against my ass as his pace quickened, until with a small gasp he added his toxic DNA to the others’. It was over, or at least I thought it was. As he slid out of me, I heard him say, “Anyone want seconds?” “I will.” “Yeah, me too.” Too spent to do anything about it, I rested my cheek on the desk as not one, not two, but three of the men took another turn. My blood ran slightly cold when I realized that I would be leaving with ten loads of poz cum inside me. But what did the number matter? I was most likely doomed the moment the first man unloaded inside my bloody, torn-up hole. Then, to add insult to literal injury, he stepped in front of me. His cock, now flaccid, was soaked in a pinkish mixture of blood and cum. “Clean me up,” he ordered. I have always been a fan of ass to mouth, but I found the thought of taking his cock in my mouth at that moment repulsive. And yet, my lizard brain was not done with me. I am a cum dump, after all, and a cum dump’s duty is to clean off his top’s cock. So I dutifully opened my mouth. Normally I savor the taste of cum and ass and a little lube on my tongue, but his cock had a strong metallic taste that set my teeth on edge. Nevertheless, I sucked him in balls-deep and bathed him with my tongue, swallowing everything I had cleaned off him. Seeing me do that for him, the three men who took a second turn each wanted a turn in my mouth, too. I sucked each of them clean in succession, certain that I would never again stop tasting the iron from my blood. At last they were done with me. They cut my ankles loose from the desk and helped me to a chair so I could rest for a few moments. A shock of pain shot through my body as my ass touched the seat. A bottle of Gatorade appeared in my hand and I slugged it back. After a few minutes I began to regain my senses. Most of the men had left; only he remained with two others. Together, they helped me get dressed and led me to my car. He placed a towel on the seat before they helped me in. I moved slowly, but before long I was driving away. When I got home, I found that the blood and cum had seeped through my underwear and pants and stained the towel. Thankfully, it had not penetrated all the way to the seat. I worked my way up the steps to the lobby and into the elevator. Reaching my apartment, I closed the door behind me and walked directly to the bedroom. I barely had time to notice the clock read 10:45 pm before, mentally and physically exhausted, I collapsed face-first on my bed. In no time I had drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning and checked my texts before taking what I knew would be a somewhat painful shower. There was a message from him containing an image and measurements for the biohazard tattoo he and the others had sported, along with the contact information of the studio that had done theirs. Accompanying the file was a simple message. “Welcome to the brotherhood.”

Part 5 Thomas leaves for his first date or whatever this is with Mark, which means I have the whole day to myself. I browse a little, watch some TikTok clips, check my socials, but after an hour I am bored. As I search through the apartment for something sweet to eat - fuck why is my brother such a healthy eater - I find the article about bug chasing and gift giving in my room, well the guest room. I take the papers and with a disregarded chocolate bar out of my gym bag I go back to the living room, starting to read. At the beginning I find the whole idea strange, but as I read on an understanding sinks in, that this isn’t just a fantasy, but a real desire people crave. I spent the next hour or more searching the web for all the information I can find. I open some of my apps and search for the tag poz, browsing the men, who live with it. I am surprised how many men are there, I open the profile of a beautiful nerdy twink, who is only a year older than me and seems like a lovely guy. I close the apps and go back to the internet; the real men are currently to real for me. As I continue my search, I stumble upon pozzing porn. Despite my early hesitation it arouses me deeply, but in a different way to the standard bareback porn I so love. And then I find videos of men with biohazard and scorpion tattoos, which bring me over the edge and my cum right onto the coffee table in Thomas’ living room. I am exhausted, confused, but still horny. I decide to head out and get all this stuff out of my mind. The town is still full of hot gay guys, who carry the atmosphere of Pride through the streets. I end up in a little coffee shop with a beautiful view over the river, ordering a vanilla iced coffee – yes, I am that basic bitch. Enjoying the sun, my coffee and the view around me, my phone rings. As I look at it, I’m a little annoyed, as it is another message from one of my apps, properly another blank profile, who wants to see more pictures of me. But as I open the app, the face of the hot nerd I browsed previously smiles at me. Apparently, in my quest for understanding I have liked his profile pic. Don’t freak out, but I am sitting two tables away from you. I turn around quickly and see that beautiful face smiling again, but this time in real life. His brown hair is all over the place, but with the glasses and as I see now an unbelievable tight body, he looks like a librarian in a porn movie. I signal him to join me, he takes his bag, coffee and book to my table, I manage to get a glance at his butt, which is barely covered by a pair of tiny hot pants. ‘Hi’ he says ‘I’m Tony, sorry for the ambush’ ‘Hi, I’m Luke and no ambush at all. Have a seat.’ And then we talk, a lot. He is an art student at the same university as I am and only here for Pride. He lives like me with his sibling for the time, in his case his sister. We talk about the last days, our Pride experience and then decide to walk a little. Without realising it, I have navigated us back to my brother’s place, inviting him in for another coffee. He is a little reluctant but accepts my invitation. As we enter the apartment, and I get us some water, because none of us really wanted a second coffee, I notice that he is nervous. ‘Is everything alright’ I ask reassuringly. ‘Yeah, it is, but … have you read my profile before you liked my picture on the app or did you just swipe?’ ‘No, I have read it’ I step closer to him ‘all of it’ He puts his hand on my chest, before he looks at me and gives me a longing kiss. ‘I haven’t been together with a neg for a long time, but for you I will make an exception. My poz load will make you happy’ I am startled at the change in the conversation, but my cock is very happy about it. My mind is racing, but another kiss stops me from overthinking it. ‘Yes, please give me your poz load, I want it’ I hear myself saying and cannot believe those words are coming from me. Tony pulls me closer to him, his hands on my back and neck, while I caress his perky ass. We slip out of our clothes, which haven’t covered that much of us in the first place. As he takes of his tank top, I take in a short breath. This guy has a biohazard tattoo on his chest and fuck it gets me wild. I push him onto the couch, burying my head into his crotch. My mouth envelopes his uncut cock, which is incredibly beautiful and thick. It takes me a moment to manage it all, but after some time his cock hits my throat. I hear a loud moan over my head. After I taste his precum and swallow every drop of it, I wander with my tongue up his body, remaining a little longer over his biohazard tattoo, which I kiss lovingly. As I reach his mouth we are enthralled in a deep, longing kiss and I use the chance to sit myself on his lap, his rock-hard cock sliding between my ass cheeks. ‘Are you ready to take this toxic poz cock?’ he moans into my mouth. I answer him with a longing kiss. He positions his cock right at my hole and because of sweat, my sucking and some light fingering during my poz porn watch, his cock slips right in. I moan loudly as his cock's head enters me, the thrill of having a poz cock inside me unparalleled. For a moment my breath becomes shallow, and I look him directly into the eyes, before I lower my body deeper. His cock entering me completely. I feel his balls pulling towards my ass. ‘You have a poz cock inside you now, you like that you little neg twink, right?’ ‘I love it’ I whisper in his ear ‘Now what’s missing is your poz load inside me’ This drives him wild, he pushes harder and harder into me, forcing my hips down on his cock. After almost 15 minutes, he presses me towards his body, shifts us both, so that he is now lying above me, thrusting his cock rough. I feel his cock twitching, his climax almost there. With a strong hold, I pull him closer to me, his full body now above me, our tongues intertwined in another kiss and then I feel the warm of his toxic load as he pushes his seed in me again and again. I come simultaneously and cover both our body in my cum. He collapses on top of me, and we remain in this position. His cock slides out slowly, but one of my hands remains on his ass, while the other strokes his back. ‘Wow, that was something else. Luke, you are wonderful’ ‘You are not so bad yourself, Tony. We definitely have to repeat that’ Finally, we sit ourselves up and enjoy the exhaustion and nakedness of us both. As Tony wants to get us another glass of water, he sees the papers about bug chasing and gift giving on the counter, where I left them earlier. He looks at me puzzled and I explain to him, why I have read them. We talk about it, still naked until the night starts to creep in, and we have another goodbye fuck. When he leaves, I open my laptop again and go immediately to pozzing porn, now understanding the played-out scenarios even deeper than before. Something changes within me, it isn’t just curiosity any more, but something else, something I need to figure out.

**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

Part 2 Kevin woke up the next morning when the light in his room came on. He had had a very bad night. The events had been running through his head all night. There was a knock on his door and the instructor came in. He had brought a jockstrap, shorts, and a wife beater. I2: Good morning, Kevin. Put these on and then follow me to breakfast. Kevin looked at the jockstrap and wondered why he had to wear it. He couldn't wear underwear either. But to avoid making a scene, he put on the clothes and followed the instructor to breakfast. Again, they walked through several corridors until they arrived at a dining hall. Kevin saw Zack already sitting at the table with a tray in front of him filled with a big breakfast. K: Good morning, Zack, I guess. Z: Good morning to you too. Yeah, that's right, I'm Zack. You must be Kevin. The others arrived too, and the instructors brought each of them a tray with their breakfast. They got to know each other a little better over breakfast, but they didn't talk about what had happened to them the previous day, probably out of embarrassment or fear that they would be shocked again. Because each of them had a similar collar around their neck. Kevin wanted to ask about it anyway. K: Is anyone bothered by their new necklace? The others looked at each other and before they could say anything, they were interrupted by the instructors who came to collect their trays. I: Go to your instructor and he will give you your vitamins for today. Kevin wasn't exactly the brightest, but he could make the connection here. Everyone had to take vitamins, and most likely the same ones. He went to his instructor, who had a cup of liquid, two pills, and a bottle waiting for him. The instructor opened the bottle and poured it into the liquid. I2: The test also showed that you needed something extra, that is why you have the bottle. Kevin took the pills and at first thought he would not swallow them, but on the other side of the room he heard the instructor ask Zack to open his mouth and shortly after that Zack hit the floor. He saw Tommy try to help and how he also got a shock and hit the floor. Kevin knew immediately that resistance was futile and that he had no choice but to take the pills and drink the liquid. After showing his empty mouth to his instructor, he was taken to his room. Zack was also in his room, still recovering from the shock he had just received, and he too had been instructed to take a shower. But Zack did not want to do this; he resisted what the instructors asked of him. Even though the day before he had also been on his knees, sucking off the chief and swallowing his cum. During the night, Zack had decided that he would not participate in this game and allow himself to be used and transformed into a cum-sucking guy. He had not applied for this. His instructor had just entered, looked at him, and Zack was shocked again. I 3: You didn't do what you were asked to do, Zack. You need to obey better if you want to keep working here. I don't want to do that at all, Zack thought to himself. But if he wanted to escape, he would have to make sure he didn't get too many more shocks like that because they were exhausting him. Zack also began to feel the effects of the pills and the drink he had been forced to take right after breakfast. He had tried to deceive his instructor, but his instructor saw right through him. I 3: Follow me, Zack. Zack against his will got up and followed his instructor, and with every step he took, he felt less and less control over his thoughts and began to float more and more. When he sat down on the chair in the room, he was completely in the grip of the G, and the Viagra gave him a huge hard-on. Zack looked at the screen in front of him and a porn movie started playing. Zack tried to resist, but his inhibitions were completely gone due to the chemicals coursing through his body. When the master chef entered the room, Zack knew what time it was. He would be forced to perform sexual acts with a man, and that was something he did not want. J: Get down on all fours, boy. Zack refused and remained seated in his chair. J: Get down on all fours, boy, and obey. Zack refused again. Master Chef pulled Zack by his hair and dragged him from his chair. Zack wanted to break free from Master Chef's grip, but Zack no longer had the strength or clarity to do so. J: I love breaking guys like you, boy. They all think they can fight their true nature. But when we're done with them, they're all grateful to us for letting them know their true nature. Z: Over my dead body. J: Hahaha, we'll see, boy. Suddenly, everything went black before Zack's eyes because he had just been hit hard with a fist. I 2: Take a shower, Kevin, and I'll come get you in 15 minutes. Kevin took off his clothes, got in the shower, and washed himself. Meanwhile, all kinds of thoughts were running through his head. He wanted to get out of there, but didn't know how to go about it. But Kevin didn't have much time to think about it because the instructor was back in his room while he was still in the shower. I 2: Time to go, Kevin. Kevin turned off the tap, dried himself off, and wanted to put his clothes back on. I 2: Just put on the jockstrap and follow me. Kevin's stomach churned; he could already guess what was going to happen. But he had no choice but to put on the jockstrap and follow the instructor. They walked back through a few corridors and as they walked, Kevin felt light-headed again and felt his cock start to swell and his stiffening cock start to pop out of his jockstrap. He wanted to tuck his cock a little better into the small jockstrap, but the instructor opened a door to a room and Kevin had to go inside, which came at the ideal moment because his head was spinning, he was getting extremely hot, and he was having trouble standing on his legs. He had to sit down on a chair in the almost empty room. Behind him was a curtain and in front of him was a large flat-screen TV. The instructor left the room, and as soon as the door closed, the TV started playing. It was a straight porn movie that started playing. Since Kevin sat down on the chair, he felt himself sinking deeper and deeper, and the movie he saw playing on the TV made him hornier and hornier. His dick was now completely stiff, and he started playing with it. It took a while, and without him noticing, the straight porn had suddenly turned into a gay porn movie, and he was still jerking off. Kevin was completely absorbed in the movie and had no idea what was going on around him. He didn't notice that a new chief had entered the room. The new chief took advantage of the moment to get some things ready, and when he was ready to take care of Kevin, he stopped the movie. Kevin looked around in a daze and saw a naked, muscular man with a big fat dick and a ski mask on. 😄 Call me chief, understood. Kevin nodded, he couldn't say much because the dose of G he had received today was larger than the previous one, as you could see from his reaction. The chief pulled Kevin upright and Kevin had trouble staying on his feet. He felt the chief caress his body with his hands, which turned Kevin on even more. The chief grabbed Kevin's head and looked deep into his flying saucers. 😄 Do you like that, boy? Do you like it when the chief strokes your body? Kevin wanted to resist, but he couldn't deny that he was enjoying it, so he bit his lower lip and nodded. The chief pulled his hair. 😄 Where are your manners, boy? K: Yes, chief, I like it a lot and it makes me horny. 😄 I thought so, slut. 😄 do you smoke, boy? Kevin had smoked a joint once or twice during his student days, but he was not a heavy smoker or user of narcotics. K: I've done it before, chief. 😄 Good. Do you know this? The chief held a glass pipe in front of Kevin's eyes. K: Yes, chief, but I've never used it. 😄 That's okay, boy. I'll teach you. The chief pushed the filled pipe against Kevin's lips and began to melt the crystals. 😄 Watch carefully, kid. When the bowl is filled with white vapor, you inhale it slowly and deeply into your lungs. You inhale the vapor for as long as you can and then hold it in for as long as you can. Then you exhale it. Understood? K: Yes, chief. Kevin was still flying high, but he didn't know what to expect. What would that smoke do to him? But he had no choice but to obey, because he was already so high that the boss could overpower him immediately, and even if he could overpower the boss, he still had that damn collar around his neck. The smoke began to form in the pipe, and the boss gave the signal for Kevin to start inhaling the fumes. Kevin felt the fumes enter his lungs and how it made him feel warmer inside. He held the fumes in as long as he could and then blew a thick white cloud into the room. 😄 Good boy, now a few more times. Kevin did as he was asked, and with each inhalation, he felt more energy entering his body, he felt warmer inside, and he felt even more like wanting sex. The dirty thoughts clouded his already corrupted mind, and Kevin found it extremely difficult not to give in to the animalistic urges that were the result of the smoke he had inhaled. 😄 That's it, boy. Now you're nice and horny, aren't you? Although Kevin actually wanted to lie and say no, his mind and body did the opposite. K: Hmmm, yes, chief. Ahhhhhh. Hmmmmm. I'm so fucking horny. Boss grabbed Kevin's head and started kissing him. Kevin, who was tripping hard, kissed him back passionately. Kevin was now completely lost, and when chief broke the kiss and pushed him down, he didn't need any more explanation. He licked his way down, licking the chief's nipples, and when the chief pushed him even deeper, Kevin smelled the chief's cock and his mouth filled with saliva because the smell made him crave the chief's fat cock. His lips touched the chief's pubic hair and then the foreskin of the chief's cock. 😄 You're doing well, boy. Show me how much you want to suck the chief's cock. Kevin opened his mouth without any trouble and felt a kind of relief when the glans slid past his lips and over his tongue. Kevin got down on his knees and took chief's entire cock into his mouth. He felt it get stiffer in his mouth and also felt the first drops of precum fall on his tongue. Kevin was completely lost. He surrendered himself completely to his animal urges and began to suck chief's cock with great abandon. 😄 Not bad, boy. You will indeed be a good addition to the team. The chef pulled his cock out of Kevin's mouth, leaving him disappointed. 😄 On all fours, boy. Kevin got down on all fours and felt the boss's hands on his ass. Normally, he would have been shocked and tried to defend himself. But after that master chief had fingered him yesterday and he was so horny, he let the chief do his thing and even started to enjoy the touches he was getting. The chief squeezed his ass and gave him a few playful slaps. Kevin began to moan softly, wanting to make it clear to the chief that he wanted more. 😄 Hmmmm. I see this ass wants more, boy. Do you want more, boy? Kevin moaned and nodded. 😄 I can't hear you, boy. K: Yes, chief. I want more. I need more. Kevin was deeply shocked by his answer and didn't really want this, but his body and mind had decided otherwise. 😄 I like to hear that, boy, and I'll make sure all your needs are met. Boss took a crystal and pushed it against Kevin's sphincter. Kevin felt the finger pushing against his sphincter and began to moan. B: Open your pussy, boy, and let that finger slide in. Kevin relaxed and pushed his sphincter out like a pro so that the finger and Miss Tina could slide in. Not long after, Kevin felt his ass start to burn again and a desire well up that he couldn't control or suppress. He started to whimper and had to let out the desire to have something in his ass. K: Something thicker, chief. I want something thicker in my ass. 😄 Is that so, boy? What did you have in mind? K: Just something thicker, chief, it doesn't matter. This feeling is unbearable. The chief opened the curtain and, miraculously, there was a fucking machine with a narrow dildo. The chief placed it at the height of Kevin's ass. Kevin felt a narrow rubber stick pushing against his sphincter. He knew what was about to happen and didn't care that he was about to be fucked by a dildo. If it would satisfy the desire and nagging in his ass, he could live with that. The boss poured some lubricant on his pussy and over the dildo. He pushed the poppers under Kevin's nose, and Kevin knew what to do. He sniffed the bottle several times through each nostril and felt an extra layer of horniness wash over him. His pussy relaxed and he heard the machine start up. He felt the dildo pressing against his tense sphincter. The Chief pulled the jaws of his ass open so that Kevin's sphincter also opened up a little more, and so the dildo drilled its way into Kevin's virgin pussy. Kevin felt a sharp pain at first when the dildo shot in, but it quickly disappeared and gave way to a new kind of pleasure that Kevin had never experienced before. It was much better than anything he had ever experienced. Kevin began to moan in time with the rhythm of the machine and felt the dildo drilling its way deeper and deeper inside him. 😄 Yes, boy, surrender your pussy completely and let it be opened up nicely so that you can get a real cock inside later. Kevin didn't hear what chief said, he was in his own world and was completely at one with his pussy, which was transmitting all the pleasure signals throughout his body. The chief pushed the machine forward a little more so that the dildo disappeared completely into Kevin's pussy every time he pushed forward and also set it to a faster speed. Then he put a chair in front of Kevin and sat down on it. Kevin smelled the chief's fragrant cock and the chief didn't even have to give any more commands. Kevin opened his mouth and greedily took the cock into his mouth and began to suck eagerly. 😄 Good boy, as a reward for your efforts, I'll let it run a little faster. The chief turned the machine up another notch and Kevin began to moan even more intensely from the pleasure this caused. Pre-cum began to drip from his own cock, falling in strings onto the floor. The chief saw that. 😄 Is it so nice, boy, that your cock is starting to leak spontaneously? K: Oh yes, Chief. This is so nice. Oh fuck. The Chief grabbed Kevin's head and pushed it onto his cock. 😄 Less talking, boy, and more sucking, boy. Dylan was also sitting on the chair waiting for his instructor to come in, but Dylan had been struggling with his feelings his whole life, and what he had experienced yesterday had opened his eyes. This was what he had been missing his whole life. When his instructor came in, Dylan spontaneously got down on his knees and begged to suck his instructor's cock. 😧 I want your fat cock and your cum, chief. Yesterday, I realized that this is what I've been looking for my whole life. I'm only here to serve real men. The chief looked at his student with a big grin. Sometimes they got a student who didn't need to be transformed but was by nature ready for use. C 2: I like to hear that, boy. Are you the whore we're looking for to pleasure our men when they come back from their hard work? 😧 Yes, sir. I still have a lot to learn because I have no experience, but this is really what I want. C 2: Stand up straight, whore, so I can inspect you. Dylan stood up straight and looked him over carefully. C 2: That hair on your chest and around your dick has to go, boy. A real slut is shaved bald, and you don't have a man's body. But that's okay because some of our men prefer feminine types to masculine ones. C 2: We're going to turn you into a sissy, boy. Then you can walk around in feminine panties and a skirt and wear some makeup. That wasn't really what Dylan had hoped for, but he didn't want to disappoint his instructor, so he nodded. C 2: Good answer, boy. Let's choose a new name for you. How about Daisy? Dylan nodded again. C 2: Good girl, Daisy. First, we'll shave you and give you your new look. 😧 Thank you, chief. Dylan felt himself getting hornier when the chief started shaving his hair and then put some lip gloss on his lips. C 2: We'll adjust your vitamins a bit so that later you'll start to feel more like a sissy. But now you can sit on all fours, Daisy, so I can break in your pussy. Dylan proudly sat on all fours and felt the chef push a crystal into his pussy and pour some lubricant on it. Then he felt the chef push his stiff cock against his tense sphincter and how the chef wanted to push his cock inside. Dylan started moaning in pain. Because even though his pussy was on fire and begging to be filled, his pussy had never been fucked before and it felt like it was going to tear. The chef saw the fear and pain in Dylan's body and didn't want to abuse his willing slut. C 2 We'll have to train your pussy gradually, sweetheart. 😧 Thank you, chief, I want so badly to be able to pleasure your cock with my pussy, but I'm afraid I'm not ready yet. The chef secured a narrow dildo to a table leg with a suction cup and Daisy had to fuck herself with that dildo. Daisy eagerly sat down and carefully pushed her ass back so that the top of the dildo pushed against her virgin ass. The chef guided the dildo a little so that it went smoothly, and without much effort, the thin dildo slid into Daisy's ass. The chef also stood in front of her, and Daisy began to suck the chef's cock with abandon. Until he came in her mouth. The chef pulled Daisy up and kissed her. C 2: Well done, girl. From now on, we will address you as girl or Daisy, understood? Your instructor will take you later so we can give you your new look and you will also get appropriate clothes so you can feel better about yourself and develop your new self. D : Thank you, chief. C 2: But you'll have to learn how to rinse, sweetheart, because look at what you left on your dildo. This is not acceptable, sweetheart. Daisy looked at the dildo and saw that there were brown residues on it, and she felt ashamed. 😧 Sorry, chief, I'll learn how to rinse. C 2: I'm sure you will, sweetie. I'll have the instructor give you some instructions so your pussy is always clean. The boss took out an ecstasy tablet. C 2: Here's another candy for you, because you did so well. The boss put it on his tongue and Daisy kissed the boss so she could swallow the ecstasy tablet. C 2: I'll also ask the chief to put some toys in your room so you can train your pussy yourself, is that okay, sweetie? 😧 Oh yeah, thank you, chief, then I can make sure my pussy is ready to be fucked next time. C 2: I hope so, honey. C 2: Oh yeah, and before I forget, you won't need your dick anymore, honey. We'll teach you how to enjoy yourself with your mouth and your pussy. The chief took out a penis cage and put it around Daisy's limp dick. Daisy looked at her imprisoned dick and it felt like it should be. C 2: That looks beautiful, baby. The boss and Daisy hugged and kissed each other some more, and then the boss left and the instructor came to get her for her metamorphosis. Kevin was still sucking his boss's cock and he felt that the end was approaching. Because the boss grabbed his head firmly and pushed him all the way forward. Kevin was still flying high and he couldn't deny that the dildo in his ass felt good. He was still torn because on the one hand he was convinced he was straight. But on the other hand, he enjoyed feeling a dick slide into his ass and found sucking dick and swallowing cum more enjoyable than he could ever have imagined. Kevin tasted how his mouth was being filled with the delicious cream that came out of the chef's cock. When the chief pulled his cock out of his mouth, he asked Kevin to open his mouth and show that he had swallowed his cum nicely. Kevin proudly opened his mouth and the chief saw that not a drop had been lost and that Kevin had swallowed everything nicely. The chief stopped the fucking machine and helped Kevin, who was still unsteady on his legs, to his feet. The chief kissed Kevin. 😄 You did well, boy. The chief felt Kevin's sphincter with his finger and felt that it had already loosened up a bit. 😄 Your ass is opening up nicely, boy. Before you know it, you'll be able to ride a fat cock and let your true self go completely wild. The chief looked at his finger and at the dildo of the fucking machine, and there was dirt on Kevin's too. 😄 You'll have to rinse yourself, boy. You don't want to get fucked with a dirty pussy, understand? Kevin felt shame rising and although he was still torn, he felt that he had to continue to undergo and explore this new experience to see if he was not different from what he thought. K: Sorry, chief. But I don't know how to do that. 😄 I'll tell your instructor to give you a instruction manual. K: Thank you, chief. 😄 That hair around your dick and on your ass has to go too, boy. Luckily you don't have any chest hair, otherwise that would have to go too. K: Okay, chief. 😄 I'll also tell your instructor to put some toys in your room so you can train your ass yourself. K: Thank you, boss. 😄 I have a reward for you, boy, because you did so well. The chief put also a ecstasy tablet on his tongue, gave Kevin another kiss, and then disappeared from the room. Zack woke up after the blow he had received. He had quite a headache and was lying on a kind of doctor's table, his legs in two stirrups. The kind of stirrups you find at a gynecologist's office. He wanted to pull his legs out and stand up to walk away, but he couldn't. His legs and body were strapped to the table. The G had completely worn off and he was completely sober. Then the master chef came back into the room. J: Ah, I see our rebel is awake again. Did you sleep well, sweetheart? Z: Don't call me sweetheart and untie me and let me go. J: Hahahaha, sure, we won't untie you, sweetie. You signed a contract and gave us permission to shape your body and mind however we want. J: So you have no choice but to submit and surrender completely to what we desire from you and how we envision your future life. Zack started screaming and shaking wildly on the table. Master Chef took out a remote control and pressed a button, giving Zack a slight shock Zack stopped shouting and lashing out for a moment and looked at the master chef with an angry gaze. J: That's better, boy. Hopefully we understand each other a little better now. The master chief slid his hands over Zack's naked body and played with his nipples for a moment. Zack still looked furious, but he knew that if he did anything, he would get a shock, so he held back his anger for the time being. J: Good boy. You'll learn your place. This is what we love to do. Show a rebellious boy his true nature, break him, and teach him his place. Zack couldn't control himself anymore and spat in the master chef's face. The master chief wiped the saliva from his face and licked it up. J: Hahaha. The master chief grabbed Zack's limp cock and squeezed his cock and balls hard, so hard that Zack screamed in pain. J: Let's behave ourselves, boy. Because I can hurt you in many ways. And give you pain you never thought existed. Zack wanted to shout no, but he couldn't control the pain anymore and surrendered. Master chief had won this round. Z: Yes, I'll behave myself. J: Yes, who? Z: Yes, master chief. J: That's better, you see, it's not that difficult. Master Chef stopped squeezing and Zack was able to catch his breath for a moment. Master Chef took a stand with a dildo attached to it and placed it in front of Zack's mouth, who turned his head away. Then he sat down on Zack's ass, which was easily accessible because his legs were in the stirrups. Zack felt his ass being lubricated and knew what was coming. Master Chef took a reasonably thick dildo and placed it against Zack's tense sphincter. J: Look, boy, either you cooperate and we'll make sure your transformation goes smoothly and painlessly, or you resist and we'll do it the hard way. That means without stimulation, narcotics, and with brute force. J: The choice is yours, but to give you a taste of brute force, I'll let you feel what awaits you if you don't want to cooperate. But know that the outcome will be the same, you will do what we want and desire from you. You can lie tied up for the rest of your life and be used so hard without enjoying it, or you can surrender and learn to enjoy it. J: Personally, I hope you don't surrender, because there are some men who get a kick out of causing you a lot of pain. So it's up to you, understand? Z: Fuck you. I'll never surrender. Master chief began to grin. J: As you wish, boy, we'll see how long you can hold out. Master Chef mercilessly pushed the dildo against the sphincter and felt the resistance it offered, but the sphincter was no match for the force Master Chef used, and the dildo shot through the first barrier and into Zack's ass. Zack started screaming in pain. Z: Stop, stop, fuck, that hurts. J: I'll only stop when you surrender. Master Chef showed no mercy and pushed the dildo all the way into Zack's ass, then pulled it out and rammed it back in without mercy. Zack couldn't take the pain anymore and begged him to stop. But Master Chef showed no mercy. Z: Tell me what to do to make you stop. J: Are you giving up already? Master Chef pulled the dildo out of Zack's gaping asshole. Blood and shit residue hung from the dildo. Master Chef looked at the dildo and then at Zack. J: I could be a bastard and force you to lick this dildo clean, but I'll give you a real chance to prove yourself. J: Start sucking the dildo in front of you and show me that you're eager to do it. Zack was completely exhausted from the pain he had just experienced, and although he was disgusted by the thought, he opened his mouth, straightened up as far as he could, and sucked on the dildo. Fortunately, he thought, it was a dildo and not the real thing. Master Chef cleaned the dildo in his hand, but was not impressed with what Zack was doing and pushed the clean dildo back into Zack's gaping hole with force. Zack cried out again and tried to suck on the dildo with a little more abandon. Master Chef saw the effort Zack was making and began to work Zack's pussy with the dildo a little more gently. But he could still see that Zack was struggling and had a hard time biting back the pain. J: I can give you something, boy, so you won't feel any more pain. Do you want that? Master Chef saw that Zack was torn. He saw that he was still furious and didn't want to give in to his situation, but he also saw that he didn't want to feel any more pain and wanted to say yes to the proposal. J: Okay then, if you don't want help, we'll move on. Z: Wait. Wait. What do I have to do to make this stop? Master chief stood up and Zack saw master chief's fat stiff cock and tears welled up in his eyes. J: Suck my cock and let me feel that you want to please me and I will reward you so that you no longer feel pain and your true self can come out. Zack started to cry, and Master Chief came to stand next to him. Zack saw the stiff cock in front of his mouth and turned his head away. J: Okay, as you wish. Master Chief was just about to withdraw to continue working on Zack. Z: Wait, I'll do it. Give me a moment. J: Okay, boy, but I don't have all day. I still have a few sluts to train. Zack opened his mouth and unwillingly took the glans into his mouth. J: Good boy. But I warn you, dare to bite or hurt my cock and you'll regret it. Zack saw the remote control in Master Chef's hands and knew he shouldn't try anything. He took another calm, deep breath and then placed his lips on Master Chef's shaft. J: Hmmm, yes, that's it, boy, spoil Master Chief's cock now and I'll reward you. Zack started sucking Master Chef's cock, tears running down his cheeks. Master Chef grinned, knowing it wouldn't be long before he broke this wild stallion's spirit. Master Chef let his recruit suck his cock for a while and saw that he was behaving himself. J: You still have a lot to learn, boy, but let's say you've earned your reward. Master Chef pulled his cock out of Zack's mouth, who was now trying to catch his breath. He saw Master Chef walk over to a table and pick up a few things. Master Chef stood next to him and Zack saw Master Chef put a tourniquet around his arm and rub his arm with an alcohol wipe. At first, Zack didn't quite understand what was happening, but when he saw the syringe, he immediately understood. Z: No, I don't want that. No, stop this. Zack started thrashing wildly on the bed again, but he hadn't counted on the master chef. The master chef pressed the button on his remote control and Zack was brought back to order by the shock. The master chief looked for another one and found a nice thick shiny vein. J: Now lie still, boy, or you'll find out what it means to be in pain. Zack gritted his teeth and watched as Master Chief stuck the needle into his body. He saw some blood enter the syringe and then looked at Master Chef. Z: Please don't do it. I don't want this. J: Be quiet, boy. This is your reward. You won't feel any more pain and your true nature will come out. You'll beg to have that dildo in your pussy. J: It will be over soon. You won't have to be so rebellious and suffer pain anymore. You will be able to enjoy yourself. Zack saw the contents of the syringe disappear into his arm. Master Chef removed the needle from Zack's arm and loosened the tourniquet. Zack felt his throat start to tickle and he had trouble breathing. He had to cough hard several times, he got extremely hot and was catapulted into the stars. Master Chef grabbed Zack's head and saw that his pupils had become large flying saucers. J: How do you feel, slut? Z: Fucking horny, a dirty whore. That's how I feel. J: Open your mouth, dirty whore. Zack opened his mouth and Master Chef spat into it and then kissed him. Zack was no longer in control and kissed Master Chief back like a willing whore. J: That's how I like it, dirty whore. Master chief sat back down between Zack's legs, took the enema, and emptied it into Zack's ass. Then he took a bucket and the last remnants of filth ran out of Zack's pussy. J: Now you have a clean pussy, whore, just as it should be. He took the dildo in his hands again and placed it against Zack's sphincter, and he saw that Zack had completely lost himself in his own horny world. Zack felt the dildo pushing back against his sphincter and he couldn't suppress his feelings. Z: Push it in. J: You're asking for it, dirty whore. Master chief pushed the dildo into Zack's gaping hole and felt that there was almost no resistance from Zack's sphincter, and he also heard Zack start to moan. Z: Fuck yeah. Master chief slowly began fucking Zack's ass and saw how Zack began to relax more and more and surrender completely to his horniness and the intoxication of Miss Tina. It didn't take long before the dildo slid like a knife through butter into Zack's pussy, and master chief heard how Zack was enjoying it. Z: Oh fuck, yeah. Fuck my hole. I want more. Fuck me harder. That was music to Master Chef's sick mind. J: Do you want to feel a real one, you dirty whore? Do you want to feel Master Chef's cock sliding into your pussy? Zack had completely lost control of himself and was completely captivated by the pleasure that took over him completely. His will and spirit were completely broken for a moment. Z: Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me hard. Z: I don't give a fuck how infectious your load is. Fill my cunt and fill it up. Master chief pulled the dildo out of Zack's cunt and stood up. He pushed his stiff cock against Zack's gaping cunt and shoved his cock inside. He felt some resistance because his cock was noticeably thicker than the dildo he had used on Zack. But Zack let himself go completely and surrendered completely. Z: Fuck yeah, this feels so much better than before. Fuck me hard and fill me up. Master Chef didn't need to be told twice and he started fucking Zack's pussy hard. He slapped Zack's ass a few times. He saw how Zack was moaning heavily and how he was enjoying it and no longer resisting. Master Chef fucked Zack for fifteen minutes and felt that he was about to cum. J: I'm going to fill your pussy with my infectious load, boy. My virus will transform your negative cunt into a pozz flower, and when we're done with your training, you'll beg for new strings of the virus and embrace your life as a pozz whore. Z: Fuck yes, Master Chef, fill me up and make me pozz. Make me a fucking pozz whore. Master Chef started shouting loudly and shot string after string into Zack's pussy. After catching his breath, he took a metal plug that he could control remotely and pushed it into Zack's gaping hole. Then he stood in front of Zack's mouth with his cock covered in blood and cum. J: Lick my cock clean, whore, and taste the cum that will transform you. Zack was still heavily under the influence and eagerly opened his mouth and sucked the dirty cock into his mouth. All inhibitions were completely gone and Zack licked Master Chef's cock completely clean. Then the master chef took a cock cage that was attached to a kind of harness. It was a harness that also protected the butt plug. This way, Zack couldn't play with his cock and couldn't remove the plug from his ass when he came to his senses. Then, just like with the others, he put an ecstasy tablet in Zack's mouth and left him alone. An instructor came to untie Zack and put him in a wheelchair. Zack couldn't stand on his legs after what had just happened to him, so the instructor took him to his room.

Small disclaimer: It gets a little cheesy in the middle, but then the fucking continues. Part 4 I come back to the store after I walked around in leather gear for almost an hour. ‘There you are’ Mark greets me, again with a passionate kiss ‘Where have you been?’ ‘I just walked around, the looks I got were all full of intrigue and awe, I love how this leather outfit makes me feel, but…’ ‘But you forgot it is summer and fucking hot outside?’ ‘Yes, exactly, you just know me to well’ Mark knows me in and out, it is an indescribable feeling to be this open with someone. I don’t think my wife ever knew me that deeply, even though she remains one of my best friends in the world. Mark starts to take my leather jacket off, as I loosen the tie and open the top buttons of the shirt, my chest hair visible. As I look around, I see that there are a few people in the store browsing and trying on different clothes. ‘You have customers, I don’t want to keep you from your work’ I say apologetically. ‘Don’t be daft, you don’t keep me from work, well maybe a little, but Daniel, my colleague will be here shortly, he takes over in an hour. You could go to the staff room and wait there for me.’ I give him another kiss and then make my way to the staff room. I get out of my gear but realise that I put my underwear with all my other clothes in my car, when I went outside. But I don’t think Mark would mind. So, I decide to take a nap on the leather couch in the nude. After what feels like five seconds, but must have been almost an hour, I am awaken by a loud cough. I open my eyes looking in the face of Mark and an unknown man. ‘Well, Daniel I wanted to introduce you to the famous Thomas of my past more properly, but I guess this will be it now. This naked man here is Thomas Gray, my former roommate and now…’ ‘Boyfriend’ I interrupt, trying to ease the situation. ‘My boyfriend… in the nude for you Daniel’ Mark teases me with his smile. ‘Nice to meet you’ says Daniel ‘and now I know why Mark never got over you, you’re beautiful, but maybe you could put some clothes on.’ Mark as always reads my mind; he notices my bag from before gone. He walks to a closet, takes out a pair of boxers and throws them to me. ‘Here that should be enough for now’ he says with an evil grin. I put them on and realise why he is grinning, yes, my cock is now securely stored away, but my ass is bare. The fucking bastard gave me an assless pair of boxers. Daniel laughs heartily. ‘You guys are crazy, but it seems you two click. Thomas it was nice meeting you, but I have to get back to the store. But one thing, I heard so much about you over the years and this guy here is the loveliest person I know in the world, so if you hurt him, I will end you, understood.’ ‘Understood’ I say tensely. ‘Great’ Daniel claps his hands and turns to go ‘then have fun you two, see you tonight.’ Mark smiles at me, but I feel like shit. Even though Daniel didn’t say it, but I must have hurt Mark deeply, if he carried me around all those years. Of course, Mark understands what is bothering me instinctively. He comes to me, pulls me in an open hug, only our crotches touching and his hands on my bare ass. ‘Thomas, we talked for hours in the club about our past. I have forgiven you a long time ago, and I don’t want you to carry this with you now. We both have a chance of building a future together, don’t let it be ruined by the past.’ We kiss and I envelope him in a tight hug. ‘But we might need to discuss our relationship status. When did I become your official boyfriend?’ he asks me in mock shock. ‘The moment you put your poz cock in my ass’ ‘Oh, is that right, well if I had known it was that easy, I might have topped you all those years ago.’ I laugh and relax, Mark signals to me to get proper dressed, which is difficult with my clothes outside. So, he says this will be the punishment for my past mistakes, I have to walk to the car with just the assless boxer on. We pack the leather clothes together for tonight, Mark takes his belongings, and we head to my car. I get a few puzzled looks, but as it is hot outside not that many people are bothered. At the car, I put my shorts and shirt back on as Mark takes place in the passenger seat. I start the car and ask him where were going, the answer shocks me. Mark is still living in our old apartment, but he owns it now and it got completely renovated. As I enter the familiar space my heart is aching. All the memories, the good and the bad are coming back in floods. As I let my eyes wander over the space, I notice a framed picture on the wall. I recognise it immediately and turn to Mark for confirmation. He just nods, his eyes watery. I storm to him, enveloping him in a loving, deep kiss, so different to the others we have shared so far. ‘I love you Mark, I always have and I just cannot pretend otherwise. Please, forgive me. I love you so much’ Mark kisses me back, our cheeks wet from the tears of us. Behind us our younger teenage selves looking happily out of a frame, as they are holding the key to their first own apartment. After we spend the afternoon between bed, shower, bed and shower Mark finally tells me where we are going. ‘After I got poz, and met a lot of men like you, who wanted to be pozzed I decided to bring those two communities closer together. As a leather store owner, I of course, was already well connected within the gay community. So, we started to organise poz-friendly bareback parties, that were open for every man, who was poz, wanted to become poz or just didn’t care about it at all. Only rule, no condoms allowed and every four weeks the dress code is leather.’ ‘And I guess tonight is leather night’ ‘Correct’ We got ready, putting our gear on. It was hard not to start fucking again, but in the end we did manage. As I look at Mark in his full leather outfit, I’m breathless, he is looking strong, masculine and contend, like a come to life dream. I am surprised as he navigates me back to his store. The window fronts have now been closed, and the shop seems dark, but we can hear music inside. Mark knocks and a bouncer opens the door for us. With a quick look around I realise, that the shop has become more like a reception place now. Where people arrive, hand in their bags and so on. Mark introduces me to some of the fellow organisers, then he says that tonight he is of duty and ready to party. He guides me to the backroom, and I enter a completely new world. More than a hundred men in full leather gear are talking, drinking and laughing together. ‘This is the social room, here you can come back to talk, eat, drink or just relax, but no fucking in this room. That happens over there’ Mark points to another door at the end of this room. We go to the bar, both getting a beer and Mark introduces me to more of his people. He teasingly emphasises, that I am his new boyfriend. For every introduction that way he gets a slap on the ass from me. After almost an hour and some wonderful conversations, Mark signals to me that it is time to enter the sex room. We take one of the bags in front of the door to put our gear in. I realise that the harnesses are in my car, but Mark just shrugs, so we enter the room completely naked just with our boots on. I need a moment to realise what I am seeing, opposite to my night in the biohazard room at the gay club, this time I have my lust somewhat under control, and that allows me to take this magnificent sight in. Around a hundred naked men are fucking out in the open, the room smells of sweat, sex and testosterone. I look at Mark and myself; both our cocks are rock hard. We kiss each other and then separate, understanding instinctively that this is an experience for everyone himself. Mark has already gone away, as a man almost runs me over, when he enters the room. I turn around, seeing familiar eyes on me. Daniel is smiling at me; without a word he pushes me towards a couch on the wall and buries me under his weight. I didn’t realise, but Daniel is a heavy man. He isn’t as muscular as Mark, but he is beefier. He kisses me, while on top of me. My hands find his ass and pull his body between my legs. I feel his hardened cock at my hole and as I am already proper open because of the many fucks with Mark today, he slides in easily with no spit or lube, just sweat. As he enters me, he moans into my mouth, before pushing his tongue deep into me again. He breaks the kiss, to look into my eyes and then he puts his mouth to my ear. ‘I will poz you like I pozzed your boyfriend ten years ago. You two belong to my strain, I’ll make sure of it.’ My mind starts to race as I let the words sink in, as he pushes harder inside me, I try to comprehend that he was the one making Mark poz, he was the one giving him that life. I look him in the eyes, my hands still pulling his body towards me, with a small nod I say. ‘Fuck me, Daniel. Give me your toxic load, poz me like you pozzed the love of my life. Poz me, now!’ I raise my head to kiss him, and he responds in kind. My hands now on his back, holding him tight. I feel his cock inside me twitching and with a loud final thrust he shoots his toxic load inside me. He keeps on thrusting for another minute or so, before he lets his cock slip out of my hole. Without a word he stands up and leaves the room, apparently he got for for what he came. I on the other hand are not even close to finish. Despite cum being all over my chest and stomach, a sign I had come during our fuck too. I walk around, passing a guy, probably in his early 50s, with a biohazard tattoo on his chest. I turn around, slapping him on the ass. He stops and turns around slowly, his pierced big dick, hairy chest and bush on full display. It only takes a second to realise I made the right decision as he takes me by the neck to push me on a mattress. I try to get on all fours, but he just pins me down with all his weight. ‘You will be punished for what you did, you little slut. I will give you a strain your body will not be able to handle. You think you’re poz, wait until you have my strain.’ I don’t correct him, as it turns me on to be thought of as a poz bottom slut. Still pinned underneath him, he takes a finger to enter my hole. ‘Ah, you already open, you little slut, well then open wide for daddy’ He pushes his cock inside me, while still pinning me to the mattress. With an arm wrapped around my throat he raises my head closer to his and gives me a longing kiss. His fuck is rough, almost violent, but I still feel save and right where I am meant to be. He never takes his body weight of me and finishes inside me with a loud moan into my ear. As he stands up, he slaps my ass as a kind of payback. ‘Hope you happy you little slut, my toxic cum will destroy your little weak strain, you little poz pig.’ He walks away, leaving me on the mattress in a state of full ecstasy and exhaustion. I turn myself on the back, and notice that the mattress is wet, evidently, I have pissed myself during this fuck. The smell becomes stronger, raising the interest of two twinks, who come to me and start to lick the mattress I am currently lying on clean. I guess everyone has his kink, but that’s not mine, so I get up and decide to head out for a moment. I look around, trying to see if Mark is somewhere, but I cannot find him. As I step outside, I see him immediately as he is talking to the guy who just fucked the piss out of me. I walk towards them, and Mark introduced me to Graham, a law professor and supposedly very sweet guy. Graham winks at me with an evil grin and walk to the bar. We decide it has been a long emotional day, full of fucking and love, so we call It a night. Both of us only back in our leather pants, walking with wrapped arms around each other out of the store. In the car we look at each other, because we don’t know where this evening ends. But then I make the decision for us. ‘Let’s go home.’

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

Part 3 I make my second coffee of the day, and Luke, Chad and Lily are still sleeping in the guest bedroom. The moment my little brother gets up this day will become tense, but for the moment I enjoy the quiet. I lean against the kitchen counter and look out over the city, I love this view of my apartment, it reminds me of the beauty of this town. As I look out my phone rings, I have received a message from Mark. He wants to see me tomorrow, to talk about what happened and show me something. I reply that I am free the whole day tomorrow. His response comes quickly we have a date at 9am at a place I don’t know. I put the phone down and the door to the guest room opens. It is Chad, who is unsurprisingly dishevelled, as most students are after a party night. He comes towards me with his fully erect morning wood, probably not realising that he is naked and not in his home. ‘Good afternoon, Chad’ I say to him. ‘Good morn… of fuck, Thomas?!’ He hastily puts his hands in front of his crotch, but then his gaze travels over my body. His eyes wandering from my face to my loose tank top, to my little white briefs, which are a little too small for me, hardly covering my hairy ass, but are still one of my favourite pair. Something changes in him as he takes his hand away and steps towards me until his rock-hard cock hits my bulge. ‘Chad what are you doing?’ I ask briskly ‘Having a second round after last night’ ‘A second …’ but I cannot finish my question, because with unbelievable quick hands he pulls my briefs down, revealing my slowly hardening cock and turns me around. It all happens so fast, that I have no time to react to his cock sliding into my still cummed up hole. ‘Chad, we can’t…’ ‘Don’t worry, Luke has already seen me fucking you, this ship has sailed, now just enjoy’ My mind is racing, but the lust takes over as I feel myself pushing against Chads cock inside me. It only takes a few minutes until Chad fills my hole with another load of cum. He slips his cock out and gives me a hard slap on my bare ass. As he walks to the bathroom, I pull my briefs back up, puzzled what just happened. But especially confused about what is happening with me. Chad remains the only one of the three awake for the next two hours, so we are forced to make small talk, but truth be told he is unbelievable boring. He might have a big dick and knows how to use it, but a personality is missing. No idea what Luke sees in him. At three in the afternoon Lily and Luke are finally leaving the guest room, looking like they have been run over by a bus. I hand them both coffees, Lily going to the bathroom first. Luke and I don’t talk about last night yet, as we know we need to be alone for this. It takes until the early evening to get rid of Lily and Chad, fortunately I don’t have to drive them to the train station as another friend is picking them up. Now, Luke and I are alone, the atmosphere changes and we both take a seat on my couch. ‘Well, I guess we need to have a talk’ I start and Luke nods. ‘But before you explain anything to me Thomas, let me apologise. I reacted shitty to you and your friend. I should have been more open, you have always been, and I didn’t give you the same. I’m sorry’ I take him in a tight hug, knowing that everything will be alright. He relaxes when we break the hug and I understand that it is now my turn. ‘Luke, thank you for that. We are good, we really are. I love you and nothing will ever change that. But now I have to explain a few things, but I must get something first’ I go to my room, taking the photos I have searched for the whole morning. When I come back, Luke looks at me expectantly. I sit down and give him the photos. ‘This is my roommate Mark, the guy from yesterday. We had been best friends for 10 years and later became roommates until…. until I left this town hastily. You even met him many years ago, you were a toddler then and he was always at our house at that time, he was way cooler for you than me. The truth is, I hurt Mark many years ago. Like you he was confident in his sexuality, came out to me when we were teenagers, didn’t change a thing between us, until this fateful Pride parade in 2011. We celebrated like you did with you friends yesterday, we had a great time and all of us had a final party at our apartment. It wasn’t even far from here, just a 10 minutes’ walk, but that’s not the point. After all our friends left, Mark and I began cleaning, but we were too drunk to really achieve anything. So, we ended up on our couch, talking about our first Pride parade. Mark put his head in my lap as he had for many years, never sexual, just a real close comfort between us. But I destroyed that. As he was talking, my hand stroking his hair, I leaned down and kissed him. First unsure of myself, but later with more confidence. We started to make out heavily and I ended up fucking him. It was bare, it was in the heat of the moment, but I can now accept, that I wanted it that day. I took the initiative, not him. But it changed everything.’ ‘You couldn’t accept what just happened, right?’ Luke interrupts me. ‘No, I couldn’t. I was so confused, so scared and I blamed it all on Mark. Within two weeks I moved out of our apartment, as it was early summer, I managed to transfer to another university. I forced Mark out of my mind and started a new life far away. I haven’t seen him for 14 years, but as soon as I saw him yesterday it all came back.’ I pause and look out of the window, needing a moment to think, which Luke shatters with four words. ‘You did love him’ I shake my head slightly, a tear sliding down my face. ‘Luke, I didn’t love him… I still do love him’ Luke envelops me in a tight hug full of love and understanding. We both talk for hours, way into the night, he is still surprised about my separation, at least that my wife wanted it after falling in love with her female colleague. We talk about Chad, that he is a tool with a nice tool, but that Luke should look for something more. I also talk with him about my date with Mark tomorrow. Luke teasing me the whole night because of it. Once I try to approach the subject of my easiness with bareback sex and poz cum, I show him an article I found online weeks ago about bug chasing and gift giving, recognising that I’m still searching for it online. As he understands that I’m willingly want to be pozzed and get loaded by toxic cum, he looks me in the eyes and wishes me all the luck in the world, even for my chase. I’m not sure how, but my little brother apparently has become a grown up and one of my best friends. (The next day) I stand in front of a clothing store for leather gear, but apparently that is the address Mark has given me. It is already a little after 9am, but he still isn’t there. Suddenly the shop door opens and Mark greets me, asking how long I want to keep staying outside. Confused, but happy to see him I follow him into the store, greeting him with a passionate kiss. Mark is dressed in big leather boots, tight leather pants and a small vest, with nothing underneath. Showing again his beautiful hairy chest off. My cock reacts immediately, but I sense this is not the time for fucking. ‘Welcome to my store, I hope you like it. Well, I guess you wonder why I wanted you to meet me here.’ He asks teasingly ‘I’m a little confused, that’s for sure’ He keeps me pressed to his body, both hands at my ass. ‘I plan to take you out tonight, but you need to be in leather gear for it and I figured, you don’t have any yet’ ‘You would be right about that’ He breaks away from me and guides me to the changing rooms. ‘Get naked, I bring you stuff I think will look good on you’ After more than an hour I am dressed in a complete leather outfit, shirt, tie, pants, boots, jacket, and cap. Fuck I look good, and the feeling of the leather on my skin, amazing. ‘This is surreal, I feel so confident, so strong and masculine’ I tell Mark. He smiles and gives me another kiss. ‘Well, this is for the more formal part of the evening, now we need to get you into something more accessible.’ Mark comes back with two leather harnesses; he hands one to me and the other he takes for himself. As I put it on, I notice that it’s not just a harness, but a harness with two body straps finishing in a cock ring. After I managed to put my cock through that ring, I step outside. There Mark is standing with his rock-hard cock in the same harness. Without a word he pulls me towards him, grabbing me by the harness strap over my chest. We stand in the middle of the open store and kiss passionately. I wander down his body and take his cock into my mouth, starting to taste his toxic precum. As I come back up, I whisper. ‘Give me another toxic load, make me poz Mark, give me the gift’ My words awake an even more wild side of Mark. He pushes me back into the changing room, pressing me hard against the wall. With a final kiss, he turns me around positioning us exactly opposite the mirror, so that he and I can look at each other. Without spit or any foreplay, he pushes his precummed cock inside me. I moan loudly, but that only turns him on even more. I see it in his eyes, that all inhibition is gone. As he thrusts deeper and deeper in me, I watch ourselves in the mirror. In my face is a lust I’ve never knew I could feel; my whole body engaged in the fucking. I feel Mark’s cock twitching, sensing that he is about to shoot his toxic cum. But right before that he tells me to look up. There is another mirror I haven’t noticed, and the view is unbelievable. I don’t only see his cock slide in and out of my hole, but I see his biohazard tattoo clearly. He pulls on my harness and my back presses against his chest, with a final thrust he fills me up with his poz cum. My cock reacting as well, shooting my load all over the mirror on the wall. Mark takes his hands of my harness to put them on my hips, keeping me pressed against his body and his cock still inside me. ‘Another charge for my little bug chaser. Thomas, I will make you poz, I make sure of it.’ ‘Mark, please make me yours. I have never dreamed of anything else. Poz me, fuck me, love me’ Mark kisses my shoulders, before finally letting his cock slip out of me. I turn around and look him in the eyes, another kiss connecting us. ‘Love you?’ Mark asks smilingly ‘I have loved you since school and this will never change’ We kiss one final time, before we hear the doorbell ring, a customer has entered the store. Mark steps out of the changing room and walks completely naked to the front. I follow his beautiful, muscular hairy ass and back with my eyes, the black hair making me hard again. As I hear him talk to the customer, I grab my things but decide to put on the leather outfit instead of my clothes from home. I walk to the front, apologise for the interruption to give Mark another kiss in front of the customer and leave the store to get some air, completely dressed in leather and with a toxic load inside me.

Practice. I get bred a lot. Most guys are average. 7” ish. Those are the type of cocks you can take all day long with a smile. The ones that make you wince are the 8.5-9” cocks. Yesterday afternoon I went to a group thing. I knew going there that there were a limited amount of bottoms. It was me the host and one other boy. When I got there the host was busy servicing a younger black guy with a massive cock. He was working to get it down his throat. The top told the bottom to get on the bed and the host did his best fag pose. Chest down ass up. The top didn’t ease his cock in but just rammed it in hard. The bottom ( host ) said he couldn’t take him and went over to the other side of the bed. This is when I knew I was up. I went over and sucked him hard again using my throat and he again motioned to get in fag pose. I did and he did the same to me. Just rammed it in. Because I took a hit of poppers and my pussy is so loose it went in without an issue. He fucked me good and gave me a nice load. He messaged me later stating he wanted to get together again. The next guy that came in was an older skinny guy with a massive cock. The others just left him standing around so I went over and offered up my throat. He turned out to be a dom and used my slicked up Poz pussy as well. my point of all of this is there are advantages to having a sloppy Poz cunt.

Disclaimer: It is the same story as Part 1, but from the POV of the brother. It just felt necessary, I hope you enjoy. Part 2 I laugh, when I see my little brother enter the living room, a golden thong and chaps, well he isn’t shy that’s for sure. But I have to hurry him, as we are already late. We meet his friends, and I take all the people around us in. My little brother doesn’t know, but this is not my first Pride parade. It brings back beautiful memories of wonderful people, but those times are long gone. I relax and enjoy the parade more and more, even taking my shirt off to go with the flow, also it is hot as fuck today. As I let myself fall a little back to take a picture of Luke’s group and the fun they’re having, I feel a hand on my lower back. ‘Can it be?’ a deep male voice whispers in my ear ‘Is that star rugby player Thomas Gray?’ I am shocked for a moment, don’t know what to do, this cannot be happening. But as I turn around, I look into the face of Mark, my college roommate and one time hook up. ‘Mark? What are you doing here?’ we hug awkwardly, I feel the bulge of his leather jock right against my cock, as his hand slowly caresses my back. ‘Shouldn’t I ask you? You have been the “straight” one of us two. You couldn’t get fast enough out of this town after our first Pride parade.’ I lower my head in guilt and shame, my wedding band reflecting the sun, reminding me of my past decisions. ‘Mark I’m sorry, I know I was a coward then, but I can admit it was wrong now. You have been nothing but wonderful to me, I was just scared.’ ‘So, you’re not scared or a coward anymore? How come, I guess this ring of yours is not a sign of a gay marriage, is it?’ It is annoying, that he can still read me like an open book. I shake my head slightly but decide to finally say it out loud. ‘It is a sign of a hasted decision, yes, but… fuck, I haven’t said it yet out loud… Yes, I am married, but my wife and I have separated one month ago. Turns out she doesn’t like men that much.’ Mark laughs, and it brings a smile to my face. It is strange how fast I feel save with him. ‘That is quite the twist of fate, I guess. So, are you now exploring your gay site a little more or why are you here?’ ‘Oh, no, no… it’s my little brother Luke. Look, he is over there with his friends, he is out and proud, and I love him to pieces. I would do anything for him.’ ‘That’s lovely, you changed Thomas, but I guess for the better’ Mark and I start to walk with the people around us again, and I allow myself to take him in for the first time. His body is beautiful, that hairy chest wasn’t there in college, but it suits him. He has become way more muscular and toned, a few tattoos on his shoulders and one peeping out of his jock. I feel myself yearning for this man, but it cannot happen. ‘I have to go to my brother now, hopefully we’ll see each other around’ He pulls me into a tighter hug and presses my hand forcefully to his crotch. ‘Thomas, it was really lovely to see you again… and just so you know, this cock here is ready for you if you want it, and it is full of toxic poz cum now, as I remember this fantasy was quite a big part of your internet search history… seldom saw straight porn on there, if I remember correctly.’ I break the hug, look him in the eyes, the desire between us unbearable. Over Mark’s shoulder I see Chad looking at us puzzled from far away, which brings me back to reality. I nod to Mark and start heading to my brother and his friends. Between hope and fear to ever see Mark again. I let myself be talked into a party by the group, and as we take our seats my little brother and Chad head straight to the darkroom. It is a little annoying, that he is leaving me here with his friends, despite them being really wonderful. I take the chance of my brother being occupied to have a wee and step outside to get some air. I breathe in the fresh, cooler night letting myself relax, when a strong hand grabs me around my hips and turns me around. The kiss of Mark hits me like a lightning bold, for a second, I resist, but then I let myself fall into the kiss, my hands resting on his bare ass. ‘I wanted to do this since I saw you’ Mark says ‘but you were always with those bloody kids’ I started to say something, but another deep kiss prevents me from speaking. We are making out heavily, and I feel Mark’s cock slowly slipping out of his leather jockstrap. He notices it too and takes me by the hand. Without a word we both walk down the stairs to the cruising area, as we passed the first rooms, a monitor shows my brother fucking Chad deepthroat. But I have no time for this, as Mark is guiding me deeper and deeper into the maze of this cruising area. We enter an empty room and start to kiss forcefully; he pushes me against a bench in the middle of the room and demands me to get naked. Within seconds my clothes are thrown into a corner, and Mark kneels before me. As he is sucking my cock my mind races, because I cannot believe what I am doing right now. Mark, as in our youth senses something is up and comes back up to my face and kisses me. ‘I want to fuck you, Thomas. I want to fuck you with my poz cock and breed you with my toxic seed’ This talk makes my cock rock-hard. ‘Then do it, fuck me with you poz cock’ I cannot believe I said those words, but now is the time to live. Mark turns me around, bends me over the bench. He spits at my hole, positions his cock at my entrance and with a violent thrust pushes his cock inside me. My body shocked by the unknown sensation, but within a few strokes my hole opens up, and I relax myself into the fuck. My mind still tries to comprehend the situation, me being fucked in a gay cruising club by my first and only ever guy hook up. But then the situation changes, another man enters the room and without hesitation I take his cock in my mouth. I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip but don’t think about it further. As Mark shoots his load inside me, I feel the warm fill me up, but I have no time to relax as another cock enters me, I feel metal hitting my insides. Mark is standing in front of me, so it cannot be him. It must be the man, who I just sucked off. Fuck, I let myself being fucked anonymously. The unknown cock slides out but is immediately replaced by another one. This situation is surreal, first I only had a relatively innocent hook up with a man I've known for years, now I am getting gangbanged by a load of anonymous guys. I lose count as the seventh cock enters me, my hole already dripping with the many loads I took. All the feeling for time and place leaves me, but after an eternity Mark slaps my bare ass and tells me it is time to take a break. I kiss him one final time, before I put on my clothes and prepare to get back to my little brother and his friends. I introduce Mark, but apparently Luke has seen us. I hope he didn’t see too much of my night, but I cannot change it. After an awkward conversation I guide Mark back downstairs. ‘Are you alright’ Mark asks. ‘Yeah, it’s fine. I guess it is the whole situation of this night. Just a little much, my brother will be fine, but of course he is shocked now.’ Mark and I enter the cruising area again, but this time chose a private room. We talk for hours. At one point he admits to me, that he wanted to test me and force the real me out of my overthinking self. That’s why he guided me into the room with the bench, it is called ‘the biohazard’, it is a room solely designed for bareback sex, but especially a save space for poz guys to fuck. I look at him and understand the implication: most of the guys, who have fucked me tonight are either poz, unknown or just into bareback sex. For a moment I thought anger would take over, but instead my cock became hard again and within in seconds I sat on Mark’s lap, begging him to give me the final poz load of the night. After Mark finished inside me, we decided to call it a night and exchange numbers, both agreeing, that we don’t want to lose each other again. I meet up with the rest of Luke’s group, surprised they waited, but it’s a good sign, I think. As we walk to my car, I feel cum dripping out of my hole and slowly wetting my pants. The talk with my little brother tomorrow will be a very awkward one, and I guess I have to apologise for calling him a slutty twink.

I'm old enough to remember when public sex was the only way to hook up. When I was in college there were certain men's rooms where students cruised for sex. I took my first raw BBC in a stairhall in the library. Certain neighborhoods would have cars slowly cruising trying to make contact and ultimately finding a secluded parking lot to have car sex. And of course there were the cruising areas in the public parks. Some summer evenings there were virtual orgies. I was knocked up by a poz black guy. On my back in the dirt, pants off, legs up and receiving nutt. The internet has eliminated the need for most of these places but they were exciting in my formative years.

There are many people here who are into it in one way or another just look for the threads

Been using speculums for quite awhile now. VersGuyAnon a few posts back is correct...warm it up first and use a good amount of lube. If you're going to be enjoying some piss play while your asscunt is gaped, maybe use a lube other than a water-based one. I've been fucked with both toys and real cocks while opened up with one...been filled with piss...had several cum loads dumped inside too. Make sure to have your Top video the experience...it is completely erotic and exciting!!

My brother used to cum on my face and have me let it dry and then send me thru a fast food place to pick up something for him to eat or answer the door for the pizza delivery guy with cum all over my face.

(This is the story based on true events in 2018 summer in Washington DC. My husband Justin was still alive and he helped me satisfy my daddy craving and our first open relationship encounter) The moment we stumbled into the hotel room, my legs were already up over Justin's shoulders. He'd been rock hard since picking him up at the airport, his military-honed body pressing me into the mattress. 'Fuck, I've missed this tight hole,' he growled, slamming his thick cock into me raw, no lube, just his spit and my eagerness. I gasped, my lean athletic frame arching as he pounded deep, balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide, and I could feel every inch of him stretching me, owning me like the submissive slut I am. 'Take it, boy,' he grunted, his hips snapping forward, breeding me hard after three days apart. I moaned loud, my own dick leaking pre-cum on my abs as he filled me up, his hot load shooting deep inside until it dripped out around his shaft. We showered together after, his strong hands soaping my body, fingers teasing my sore hole while I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock clean. 'Good man-wife,' he murmured, pulling me up for a deep kiss tasting of cum and soap. We dried off quick, then got ready for the night. Mid-August heat had me dressing slutty—tiny booty shorts hugging my ass, a cropped tank showing off my flat stomach, and sandals. Justin looked dominant as hell in shorts, polo, and sneakers, his bulge already straining. Nellie's was packed for the drag show, the air thick with sweat and cologne. We grabbed drinks at the bar, and that's when Justin started chatting up this mid-50s daddy—Dan, I learned later. Built like a tank, muscular arms straining his shirt, salt-and-pepper hair, and a confident smirk that made my hole twitch. His son Timothy joined after the bathroom, this androgynous 20-year-old twink, shy and blushing, femme like me but even younger, studying in DC. I sat at our table watching, sipping my beer, as Justin invited them over. The sexual spark in his eyes was the same one he gave me when he wanted to fuck—now aimed at Timothy. Dan shook my hand, holding it too long, his thumb stroking my fingers, eyes raking over my body. Tension crackled; I felt it in my gut, my cock stirring under the table. Justin and Timothy bantered, laughing easy, while Dan's gaze locked on me, winking as Justin bragged, 'My boy's a total slut, keeps me satisfied as my man-wife. Loves getting bred raw.' Drinks flowed, inhibitions melted. Talk turned flirty, heavy—Justin spilling about our shifting kinks, how I craved strong daddies and he wanted submissive sons. Our first open play. Timothy blushed crimson, but Dan just grinned, his hand brushing my thigh under the table. I got mad when they stepped away to talk, but Justin pulled me close, pinching my nipples through my tank, fingers dipping into my shorts to grope my ass. 'Relax, baby,' he whispered, French kissing me deep until I melted, hard again. They agreed to join us back at the hotel. I slipped out for a joint, and Dan followed. In the alley, we smoked, his body pressing behind mine, big hands squeezing my ass cheeks through the thin fabric, thumbs circling my hole. 'Such a eager little slut,' he rumbled in my ear, his breath hot, cock grinding against me. 'Bet you need a real daddy to fill you up.' I shivered, nodding, my voice breathy as we talked dirty about what we'd do. Back inside, Justin was already making out with Timothy on the bar stools, tongues sloppy, hands roaming. We piled into the cab, tension electric, and hit the room. Justin and Timothy crashed on the couch, clothes flying—Justin's polo off, Timothy's shirt gone, revealing a smooth, twink chest. Justin shoved the kid down, yanking off his pants, Timothy's slim cock springing free. 'Suck it, son,' Justin commanded, but no—wait, he flipped it, pushing Timothy's head to his thick military dick. Timothy obeyed, slurping eagerly, gagging as Justin face-fucked him rough. Dan grabbed me, steering to the bed. 'Time for daddy to claim his boy,' he said, voice gravelly, stripping me fast. My booty shorts hit the floor, cock bobbing hard. He shoved me down on all fours, his massive frame looming, pants off to reveal a veiny, thick daddy cock, uncut and leaking. No words—just spit on his hand, smearing my ass, then ramming in bareback. I cried out, the burn turning to bliss as he stretched me wide, deeper than Justin ever had, his hairy balls smacking my taint. Across the room, Justin had Timothy bent over the couch arm, pounding that tight twink ass raw. 'Fuck yeah, take daddy's cock,' Justin groaned—no, he was the dominant top, but the age play flipped natural, him owning the shy boy. Timothy whimpered, 'Yes, sir, breed me,' his voice high and needy, ass cheeks rippling with each slam. Dan gripped my hips, bruising, fucking me primal, like an animal. 'That's it, boy, milk daddy's dick,' he snarled, one hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back. His cock hit my prostate hard, making me leak ropes of pre-cum on the sheets. I pushed back, submissive hole clenching, begging for his load. He slapped my ass red, the sting fueling my moans. 'Gonna fill this slutty hole, make you mine tonight.' Justin laughed rough from the couch, his thrusts audible, wet slaps echoing as he railed Timothy, the kid's cries mixing with mine. Dan leaned over, biting my shoulder, his sweat dripping on my back, cock pistoning faster. I was lost, body shaking, so close— But they weren't done yet, the night just starting to heat up.

have n o thoughts on race play , if the top is hard and looking to breed I have what he needs . NO drugs and NO load refused . Can travel

Kit Connor also very sexy

Well done

When was the last time you had sex in a public place whether it be a bathhouse, a campground, public park, or any place that has had more than just you and one other person

Yep. I remember the student union and library buildings were cruisy. There were a couple department stores, ABS, theaters, etc. Most/all are now shut down. I'm too old for the college stuff now and department stores tended to get raided. But I miss the theatres and bookstores. A few weeks ago I was in NYC and drove to the Fair Theatre in Queens which was just like the good old days but super inconvenient for me to get to.

Waiting for cruising men to show up.

Absolutely! Started to put him on my list but it was getting too long.

I've sucked about 8 dicks this week. Basically pulled a train Saturday,

Only 13 loads last week after 46 the week before. Planning to get started on this week tomorrow.

This pig loves both, but it's favorite is the gloryhole. Something about being on it's knees patiently waiting for an anonymous cock to slide through and feed it a thick load of hot cum. 🤤

My last time was at my favorite local bookstore. A former local tv personality took my hole in the public theater. It felt so nice. It was the first time I had been fucked in quite a while. I wish he would have bred me.

The air in Steamworks Toronto hung heavy with the musk of sweat and cum, the kind of scent that hits you right in the gut during Cumunion nights. Bodies moved in shadows, grunts and moans echoing off the tiled walls like a filthy symphony. I was deep in it, my hole already twitching from the tease of the crowd, craving that raw bareback stretch. As a total sub bottom, I lived for this—getting used, loaded up, no barriers, just pure cock owning my ass. I slipped into a dark corner, the blackness wrapping around me like a promise of anonymous pounding. That's when I felt it first—a thick, cut 7-inch cock brushing my lips, already leaking precum like a faucet. The guy didn't say a word, just grabbed my hair and shoved it forward. I opened wide, my mouth watering as I wrapped my lips around that fat head. Fuck, it was girthier than I expected, stretching my jaw as I sucked hard, tongue swirling over the slit to lap up every salty drop. He groaned low, hips bucking, feeding me more of that slick precum that coated my throat. I hummed around him, slurping greedily, my own dick soft but leaking a steady stream down my thigh. No hardness for me tonight; I was here to take it all, power bottom style, my body built for the abuse. He didn't let me suck long. With a rough push, he spun me around and bent me over the nearby fuck bench, the leather cool against my chest. My ass was up, exposed, begging. He spat on my hole—once, twice—then slammed in bare, that thick 7 inches splitting me open in one brutal thrust. I gasped, fists clenching the bench as he started pounding, balls slapping my ass with every deep drive. 'Take it, slut,' he growled, voice rough in the dark. I moaned back, 'Fuck yeah, breed me deep.' His cock pistoned relentlessly, stretching my walls, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. Precum dripped from my soft cock in ropes, pooling on the floor as he hammered harder. After what felt like minutes of raw friction, he buried deep and unloaded, hot cum flooding my guts. I clenched around him, milking every spurt, my body shuddering in a full-body wave of pleasure—no orgasm, just that electric rush. He pulled out with a wet pop, cum trickling down my thigh, but before I could catch my breath, another cock replaced him. This one was just as hard, thicker maybe, shoving in without mercy. The second guy grabbed my hips, yanking me back onto his shaft as he fucked deep and relentless. 'Gonna fill this hole,' he grunted, pace brutal. I pushed back, power bottom instincts kicking in, grinding my ass to take him balls-deep. His thrusts were powerful, churning the first load inside me, making sloppy sounds echo. I leaked more precum, my body on fire, every slam sending jolts through me. He didn't last long—roared and pumped his heavy load, thick ropes coating my insides. I trembled, ass full and dripping, savoring the warmth as he slid out. I staggered to the showers after, the quick rinse doing nothing to wash away the cum still leaking from my used hole. Water cascaded over me, but my mind was on more—always more. Dried off, I headed to another dark area, the crowd thicker here, cocks poking from glory holes and shadows. I dropped to my knees, sucking whatever presented itself: a veiny 6-incher first, then a curved one that hit the back of my throat. I slurped and gagged, tasting sweat and precum from strangers, my lips numb but eager. Moans mixed with the wet sounds of my mouth working them over. Someone yanked me up by the arm, spinning me to face a wall. 'Bend over, boy,' a deep voice commanded. I complied, ass out, and felt the head of an almost 8-inch beast nudge my sloppy hole. He thrust in hard, no lube needed with the loads already greasing me. Fuck, it was massive, thick meat burying deep, stretching me to the limit. I cried out, hands braced on the wall as he started pounding—long, hard strokes that made my knees buckle. 'Yeah, take this dick,' he snarled, one hand on my neck, pinning me. Precum poured from my soft cock, soaking my legs as he railed me for nearly 20 minutes, relentless, hitting my prostate with every plunge. My body quaked, full-body orgasms rippling through me, no cum from me but waves of ecstasy that left me gasping. Finally, he growled and unloaded, flooding me with his nut, deep and hot. As he pulled out, strong hands gripped me—darker skin, I could tell in the faint light. It was the BBC, a monster of a cock, at least 9 inches, thick as my wrist, already rock-hard and veined. He didn't ask; he dragged me through the crowd to the sling area, the murmurs and eyes following us. 'Get in, gonna wreck this ass,' he rumbled, voice like thunder. I climbed in, legs up in the straps, hole winking and leaking. He stepped between my thighs, rubbing that fat black head against my cum-slick entrance before slamming home. The stretch burned so good, filling me completely as he started pounding—hard, powerful fucks that rocked the sling. The crowd gathered, stroking themselves, some shooting ropes of cum across my chest and abs as they watched. 'Look at him take it,' one muttered. I locked eyes with the BBC, moaning, 'Pound me, fuck, harder!' He obliged, hips snapping with raw power, his balls slapping my ass in a wet rhythm. Each thrust massaged my nut deep inside, building those full-body highs, my precum leaking in a steady stream onto my belly. He fucked me mercilesslike, sweat dripping from him onto me, the sling creaking under the force. After what felt like forever of that brutal bareback ride, he buried deep and erupted—his fourth load for me, thick and endless, mixing with the others in my guts. But as he pulled out, more shadows closed in, cocks hard and ready, the night far from over...

And, if I may quadruple-down on my point. Take your comment here. Why should you feel the need to rationalize what you want to talk about? For those that don't want to see it, they can say "no mas." They can choose to view other things. They can choose to post things they want to discuss. They can ignore what they don't want to see. It's too easy to just complain without action. That complacency is another issue in a free society. I think, in a round-about way, I'm here getting back to your comment about participation in that other referenced thread.

In some ways, a sad ending...but one that no doubt has played out in homes across the world, where a guy enters the home / bedroom of a friend or partner, only to find he has passed away. Sometimes, it will be expected and taken place whilst they slept, following a period of illness. Sometimes, it will be a unanticipated, caused by an unknown medical condition at a young age. Sometimes, it will be due to an accident, a fall; chems OD or self-asphixiated when playing alone. Sometimes, it will be feared, someone commiting suicide when they feel unable to go on with life. Sometimes, it will be violent, murdered by an ex; an enemy or because they disturbed an intruder. It is a salutory and sobering reminder that death comes to us all. It is advisable to have a valid / up to date will or other written instructions (signed & witnessed), detailing your wishes regarding funeral arrangements and the distribution of assets (whether of real value or sentimental value). This is especially important if you want to avoid disagreement between those you leave behind, (especially if any are known to disapprove of your 'lifestyle'.

I think your advise is spot on. I am not a fan of pump and dumps but I do love group play. I was at a group event on Wednesday. They operate very similar to a pump and dumps. Usually it’s the same “type” that come and just sit by themselves and don’t participate. Just taking up space. I was one of only two bottoms and there were at least 10 tops. I am like you in that I put myself in whatever position the top wants. I like to get fucked but it’s not a marathon. Tops should cum and move on. It’s rude to use me too long. Others want to get off too. I will be at another one on Monday. It’s not my party but I will definitely use some of your pointers. Thanks

(This is a true story and first names are also true. Events from 30 Oct 25 night) The quiet hum of the hotel bar in London, Ontario, wrapped around me like a secret as I nursed my beer after a long day delivering my lecture at the two-day professional conference. I'd arrived earlier for the event, stepping out to the wooded trail behind the hotel to spark up a joint, the fresh outdoor air mixing with the weed's mellow haze as I inhaled deep under the trees. The high lingered, buzzing through my veins, sharpening my senses without dulling the edge of my hunger. London was buzzing with club-level hockey playoffs, and one of the teams had crashed in the same hotel—most players had hit the ice earlier, but the post-game energy still crackled in the air. The rest of the team slowly slipped into their rooms to sleep, leaving just two lingering at the end of the bar: Ryan and Chris, mid-forties white-collar pros who doubled as players on the squad, their athletic builds honed from years on the rink and in the gym. They were friends, dressed down post-game in casual polos that clung to their broad shoulders and sweatpants that outlined powerful legs, Ryan's clean-shaven face and strong jaw exuding that executive confidence even off the ice, Chris with neatly trimmed hair and glasses perched on his chiseled features, his frame radiating quiet dominance. I'd changed out of my conference suit into casual clothes before hitting the bar—light grey running tights that hugged my legs and accentuated my bubble butt, the thin fabric riding low enough to expose the deep crack of my ass when I leaned forward. As I bent over the bar to order my drink, I felt their eyes lock on, Ryan's gaze tracing the curve of my cheeks, Chris shifting on his stool with a low whistle under his breath. The exposure sent a thrill through me, my hole twitching under the material, knowing it drew them in like a magnet. The bartender, a younger graduate student in his mid-twenties moonlighting at the bar for extra cash, poured my beer with a knowing smirk, his sharp features and lean build suggesting he balanced studies with late-night shifts. He was efficient, chatting lightly about the playoffs chaos filling the hotel. I caught Ryan's glance first, his green eyes locking on mine with a spark of interest, fueled by the view of my ass. I shifted on my stool, letting my knee brush his as he ordered another round. 'Tough playoffs game?' I asked, voice low, the weed making me bold. He grinned, wiping a hand over his damp polo from the earlier exertion. 'We pulled it off, but with the team crashing out now, it's just us left to unwind after the conference crowd clears.' Chris leaned in, his subtle cologne cutting through the bar's haze. 'You here for the event? You look like prime company in those tights.' Their flirtation hit quick—Ryan's hand grazing my thigh under the bar, Chris whispering about heading upstairs for 'private negotiations,' his fingers itching to explore the crack they'd eyed. I nodded, pulse quickening, my cock stirring against the tight fabric as they sketched the scene: me sandwiched between them, no barriers, just urgent release. The bartender polished glasses nearby, clearly catching every word, his eyes flicking our way, lingering on the heat building and the way my tights outlined my form. We wrapped up plans—my room in ten—and the two guys headed up first, the bar emptying as the last echoes of the team's footsteps faded down the halls. 'Put it on my room,' I told the grad student bat tender sliding my keycard details over. He nodded, jotting down 312 with a subtle grin, the quiet amplifying my anticipation as he locked up. I slipped back to my room, heart pounding, the high turning every step into foreplay. They were waiting outside when I opened the door, polos tugged off to reveal smooth, toned torsos marked by faint bruises from the game and tan lines from outdoor practices. Ryan pulled me in by the waist, his mouth claiming mine in a deep, commanding kiss, tongue probing like he was checking for weaknesses on the ice. Chris pressed from behind, hands roaming my chest, pinching nipples until I gasped into Ryan's mouth, his palms sliding down to squeeze the bubble of my ass through the tights. 'That crack at the bar had us hooked, especially with the team finally bedding down,' Ryan murmured, stripping the light grey fabric away along with my shirt. I fumbled for the poppers in my bag, inhaling deep as they shoved the tights down my thighs, the rush hitting hard, loosening my body and firing up every nerve. Naked now, I dropped to my knees between them, their cocks springing free from their sweatpants—Ryan's thick and veined, Chris's longer with a pronounced upward curve. I took Ryan first, lips stretching around his girth, sucking deep while stroking Chris. They groaned, hands in my hair, guiding me back and forth. 'Skilled tongue, especially after teasing us with that ass while the rest of the guys headed up,' Chris muttered, thrusting shallowly past my lips. The weed kept me relaxed, savoring the musky taste post-game, but the poppers made it electric, my throat opening as they face-fucked me in turns. Ryan hauled me up, bending me over the bed. His fingers probed my ass, spitting on them for lube before sliding two in, scissoring rough against the deep crack they'd admired. I moaned, pushing back, the stretch burning sweet. Chris knelt in front, feeding me his dick again, muffling my cries. 'Ready for bareback?' Ryan asked, voice husky from the exertion. I nodded around Chris's shaft, begging with my eyes. He lined up, pressing his fat head against my hole—no condom, just skin on skin—and thrust in slow at first, then deep, filling me inch by inch. The poppers' wave crested again as I huffed from the bottle on the nightstand, my ring relaxing to take him fully, every ridge dragging inside me. He started pounding, hips slamming forward, balls slapping my skin with wet smacks. Chris pulled out of my mouth, watching with a grin before joining, sliding under me on the bed. Ryan lifted my hips, and Chris guided his cock to my entrance—easing in after Ryan withdrew, his length spearing deeper, hitting spots that made my vision spark. Ryan straddled my chest, jerking his slick cock over my face, dripping pre-cum on my lips. I licked it up, sucking his balls as Chris reamed me, the bed creaking under his powerful drives. They flipped me onto my back, legs over Ryan's shoulders now. He plunged in, folding me in half, his post-game sweat mingling with mine as he kissed me hard. Chris stroked himself beside us, then leaned in to suck my nipples, biting just enough to sting. Ryan's thrusts turned brutal, prostate hammered relentlessly, my cock leaking untouched onto my stomach. 'Gonna fill you up,' he grunted, beads of sweat tracing his defined abs from the rink. I snatched the poppers, inhaling sharp—the chemical high blending with the lingering weed to push me over, my body clenching as I came hands-free, ropes of cum splattering my chest. Ryan followed seconds later, burying deep and pulsing, hot seed flooding my guts, thick and warm. He pulled out slow, cum dribbling from my hole, and Chris dove right in, using the fresh slick to glide smooth. His pace was faster, hips snapping like he was chasing a loose puck, churning Ryan's load into a frothy mess. I wrapped my legs around him, urging deeper, the fullness overwhelming. Another hit of poppers, and I floated as he unloaded, jets mixing inside me, overflowing with each pull back. They collapsed beside me, breathing heavy, cocks softening against my thighs. 'That hit the spot after the game and with the team finally out cold,' Ryan said, tracing a finger through the mess on my skin. We lay there, sticky and spent, until my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Unknown number—hotel line. I answered, voice hoarse. 'Hey, it's the bartender from downstairs—the grad student pulling shifts. Overheard your plans and saw your room on the tab. Mind if I come feel that body under me? Bar's shut down, and the halls are quiet now.' Chris and Ryan exchanged smirks, nodding me on. 'Door's open,' I said, hanging up, cock twitching back to life. He arrived quick, stripping as he entered, his body wiry but toned from campus runs, cock average but hard and ready. Both the guys watched from the bed, stroking lazily as he climbed over me, pinning my wrists above my head. 'Been stiff since you leaned over the bar in those tights,' he confessed, kissing down my neck, tasting the salt. His mouth found my nipples, sucking hard, then trailed lower to lap at the cum on my stomach. I arched, the weed's outdoor buzz still mellowing the intensity, but his weight grounded me. He flipped me onto my stomach, spreading my cheeks to see the mess—cum leaking from my used hole. 'Damn, that's inviting, especially after eyeing that deep crack,' he murmured, diving in with his tongue, rimming deep, slurping the combined loads. I moaned into the pillow, pushing back as he ate me out, his stubble scraping sensitive skin. The poppers bottle was within reach; I huffed it, the rush making his licks feel like fire. Satisfied, he mounted me, sliding his cock in easy through the slickness, groaning at the warmth. His fucks were steady, hips rolling deep, grinding against my prostate with each push. The two guys joined in—Ryan feeding me his semi-hard dick, Chris fingering my mouth. The bartender gripped my hips, pounding harder, the room filling with slaps and grunts. 'Still gripping like a vice,' he panted, spanking my ass red. I clenched around him, milking his shaft, and he came quick—spurting inside, adding to the flood, his body shuddering over mine. He rolled off, spent, joining the pile of bodies. We lay tangled, the air thick with sex and satisfaction, my ass throbbing full, already craving the next high amid the conference whirl and playoff vibes, the hotel silent now with the team tucked away.

How many cocks have I sucked this week? Not enough. 😂

I do want to update my last statement. Earlier this week I was at a group play. Most of the men were totally not my type. I hope none of them see this. They were hot and fit and some of them hung and young. The oldest was probably 30. I was wearing my jock and noticed that not one of them got me hard. For some reason (luck I guess) I was the favored bottom and they all took turns fucking me. What I noticed was that I really just wanted them to use me to get off and nothing more. I didn’t really touch them or kiss them I just took it and when it was over I left. I think my preference is for older, heavier or sickly looking men. When they fuck me I want it to last and I savor the gift they give me. I guess I am evolving on this topic. I do sometimes have a preference

IMO it takes a man to properly satisfy a man. I enjoy a responsive and bucking sub. I feel like a Bull Rider when I’m balls deep in my animal, taming and seeding him.

Ok, here is me sucking cock…

It has definitely changed the sexual norm. Barebacking is pretty much the default these days for most sexual encounters from my experience. With PrEP and Doxy PEP more guys are having raw sex and not using condoms. In the past three years I have picked up one case of Chlamydia (before I started using Doxy) and one case of Gonorrhea (at Dore Alley this year) even with using Doxy.

Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

I think 18 is just fine...

4 unknown/stranger cocks I've sucked and swallowed their loads. Also took 3 unknown loads in my ass which was heaven!

It was early January this year. I met a guy out at a bar and we left to go to his place but he said he couldn’t wait. He ended up fucking me between some cars in a parking garage right outside the bar, my jeans and underwear around my ankles.

Part 6 Home Slice Miguel fucked me good that night. He filled me with so much cum it was slowly dripping from my well used ass. I knew I satisfied him as his cock stayed hard the entire time I was with him. As he finally pulled his slowly softening cock from inside me he told me, “You’re the best piece of ass Dante has given me to fuck. It’s time for you to go to Dante, but before you do I’m going to make sure you’re extra hungry for him.” He didn’t give me a chance to say anything as he quickly administered the last slam Dante had given him earlier. I coughed out just as hard as I did when he slammed me up at the start of fucking me. While I was starting to feel the effects of my rush, Miguel pushed me out of the room telling me, “Go to Dante’s room.” I made my way down the hall towards the master bedroom. The door was slightly open like he was waiting for me. As I got closer, I noticed a soft glow from the TV. I walked into the room to find a naked Dante sitting on his bed, rock hard watching porn. Neither one of us said a word as I got on the bed, straddled his legs and sat my cum filled down allowing his hard cock to easily slide inside my ass. He kissed me before he began to gently fuck me. He seemed to be fucking me to please me as we passionately kissed. As we continued fucking I noticed the porn Dante had been watching. It looked like it was from the other night when re first fucked me in the pool house. I should’ve be upset but it actually turned he on knowing that he wanted to record my reactions to my first slam and my first the greeting fucked. Dante noticed my interest in the video playing that he lifted me off his cock helped me turn around before getting me to sit back down on his cock so we could watch the video together. He slow fucked me and added his own cum to the mix Miguel had created with Dante’s sperm for earlier. As the sun came up I was finally starting to come down. I asked Dante, “Fuck me harder. I want to feel this fuck until I can see you again.” Dante After watching Miguel slam and fuck Home Slice I was ready to reward him for pleasing my friend as he had done. I show fucked him as we watched the recording I made from the first time I slammed and then fucked him for the very first time. I was surprised when Home Slice showed a interest I watching the video with me. When he asked me to fuck him hard so that he would feel it for a while after he left, I could not deny him that request. I pushed him into his hands and knees, got right behind him and, without giving him a chance to change his mind, slammed my big black cock into him balls deep in the first thrust and, without hesitation, began to give him the hardest and roughest fuck I could muster up. I could tell he was enjoying it as his moans, groans and occasional whimpers told me he’d feel this for days. He kept asking for it harder as he also begged for my load. He repeatedly said, “Fuck yeah, fuck me hard, fucking fill me with your load, I need your sperm, mark my ass, it’s all yours. You own my ass.” I could no longer how back as I slammed into him as my cock exploded deep inside him with such a large load of my jizz, when it was added to what was after inside his ass, it was enough to cause the cum already inside him to overflow around my cock as I continued to fuck him hard. What I didn’t notice at first was that my hard fuck brought Home Slice to shoot his own load all over the bed. He worked his ass milking every drop of my poz cum out of my BBC. He either had no idea of the implications or was to high to know or care. He turned till thank me before we kissed one last time before we showered and went to eat something so that I could give him a ride home.

Personally I would not cum inside if the bottom asked me not to. I would double check when I am getting close. Personally I m happy to cum on his arse and lick and rim his cum covered arse after. There's fun to be had either way. If the bottom doesn't say anything and is obviously happy with being fucked raw, or of course asks, or usually 'begs' for it, then of course I will flood his hole... then rim his cum-sloppy hole....