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Recently i’ve been on bumble bff looking for platonic friends. (Although i can’t refuse a load from any man.) I’ve been hanging out a lot with this guy named Tommy. We go to breweries, on hikes, game nights normal stuff like that. He’s straight but I’ve dropped that i’m down. Anyway, he had a little get together/bbq type thing at his place. It was pretty lowkey and just kind of a way to meet even more people. I was sitting on the couch when i notice a gorgeous, tall figure walk through his front door. A real man. Dad bod, but huge arms. Ginger colored graying hair, rugged. I was instantly plotting on how to get this man inside of my hole. He heads to the kitchen area and I immediately followed like a lost puppy. “dad i want you to meet friend mikey” Tommy introduced us. Dad and I hit off and I end up chatting with him the rest of the night. At some point, the conversation turns from “i’ll help you move if you want” to “so.. tommy told me he had a friend who’s gay. is that you?” I smile and confirm it is in fact me. Dad perks up a little. At this point it’s pretty late. Tommy is ever so subtly kicking everyone out and I end up being walked to my car by dad who has been asking me questions about what it’s like being gay. We are at my car for another 30 minutes while i’m answering this man’s questions, hoping the next will you be “can i fuck you.” We end with him saying “Bet boys your age are just lining up for you.” to which i reply “not the demographic i go for” he asks “yeah? and what age demographic would that be?” I respond with “How old are you?” with a smirk on my face. He says good bye and calls me “trouble” and i drive away. I get home to a text from him (we exchanged numbers earlier cause i mentioned moving and he has a truck) saying “i’ve never been with a boy before but im thing about you.” I ask what exactly he was thinking about. He responded with “all of it.” then follows with maybe just a blowjob tonight? sure. come over. He comes over and walks through the door with a half chub and his cock half way out. grey bush, thick uncut cock, leaking precum. I’m on my knees immediately. I take his half chub in my mouth til he’s rock hard. he’s looking down at me. I’m looking at up him. after about 5 minutes he whispers “im cumming.” he blows a load in my mouth. zips up. and is gone. I wake up to a text from him. “maybe i can try your ass next?” I reply instantly. “whenever you want. “ i get ready for the day and as im getting out of the shower there’s a knock on my door. I open it in just my towel. It’s him. he’s shoving his way inside and telling me “i couldn’t wait to try you.” my towel drops. he unbuttons his jeans and he’s kissing me. we fall over in the couch and he sets a condom next to us. i start sucking his cock and then he tells me he’s about to cum and has me stop. He puts me on my back and asks if I have lube. i usually do but must have packed it already. He starts rubbing his precummy tip all over my hole. He puts the condom on to my dismay. I don’t say anything but as he’s sliding his head in I shift and squeeze a little and this caused the condom break. He pulls out and pulls it off. “damn i only brought the one.” “that’s okay. maybe you can just run your tip on it again.” he agrees. he sticks his tip in just a little. His cock still wet form the many times it was in my mouth, my hole wet form his precum. He take my legs and push his hips toward me. he’s about 2/8 of the way in me now. He moans. I do it gain, his cock about half way in me. he lets out a soft “fuck.” he looks down at my dumb boy doe eyes. “i’m raw inside of you.” I look back at him and say “thank you sir.” as i pull him in deeper. he’s all the way inside of my boyhole. He lets out another moan. “you feel so good around my cock.” I flash my doe eyes again. “now please fuck me until you cum sir.” he responds with “ i don’t think i should cum inside you.” I respond with “please daddy?” A switch flips. he’s starts pumping me. I can feel his pace pick up. He has hand around my throat, “you want my load boy?” he asks. i smile back at him “please.” “here it comes.” he shoots deep inside of me. Pulls his cock out and gets dressed and is gone. He texts me later and says “such a good boy for daddy.” I text my buddy Tommy, ass full of his dads nut. “hey man by the way, it was really nice meeting your dad the other night.”

Part 13 Knock, knock... I wake up, lying in my clothes on the bed. Again ... knock, knock. " Jake, are you there? Ready for breakfast ?" I can hear someone call my name. It takes a few seconds before I recognize it . It is Leroy…. "Wait a second," I yell as I stand up from the bed. My mind is still racing with thoughts, though my body seems to be relaxed. My feeling of panic has dropped a little. But I'm still full of questions, and my hole... still a bit itchy like it wants another ride... Quickly, I throw my clothes off, grab some deodorant, put a huge amount on me, and jump into some new clothes. My hair is still okay, so I don't really act on that. I slip on my shoes and walk to the door. I open it, and there is Leroy. "Hey, buddy, I missed you last night." He hugs me. "All okay? Did you have fun at the game? "Uhhh…."Uhhh, well, yeah... uhhh, I did... uhhh." Leroy just laughs. "Come on, Jake, we are getting some breakfast." There is a whole new sunny day with a lot of things to do, he smirks. We grab a table in the breakfast room. Leroy is getting some coffee, and I'm looking around. I watch all the guys. Most have shirts on. Not red shirts like yesterday, but their own. They cover up their chests , backs, arms, etc. Some wear long pants, while some wear shorts. I can see some have tattoos, but some seem to cover parts up. I'm looking in a different way to the other guys, like I'm noticing it more. How did I miss this before? Slowly, I stand up to get a plate and take some breakfast. I'm getting some bread, eggs, bacon, etc. I watch how guys smile, laugh, and flirt while getting their breakfast. It looks like everyone is comfortable and looking for their next hookup . Am I? I'm not sure... Are they positive or just a few guys? Is that the game? Or is it all just in my mind ? In a split second, I see Mark. A happy feeling washes over me. He was my first, and I'm really into him, I guess. I want to hook up and date with him again. He might be the lover I want to take back with me. But I do remember his tattoo. I should ask him: is he positive ? Is he toxic, or is it just in my mind? I really don't know what to believe anymore. My mind is just messed up. I guess, because he did share the bed with me, he really likes me too? Or? I guess he does; he fucked me with so much passion. Or? My mind tumbles with thoughts. I'm standing there like a statue, not knowing what to do. A mixed feeling of fear (of the answers I get), excitement , lust, and more that goes through my body and makes it impossible for me to move. Mark walks out; he does not notice me. "Are you okay?" I hear a voice behind me. It's Leroy. "Are you coming to the table and starting your breakfast?" "I... yeah... yeah , I'm coming," and I start to walk back to the table. We are sitting together, eating, but I can't really focus or talk. So Leroy starts to talk to me. "I went to the infirmary yesterday, you know. I got some tests , blood tests , a health check , some vitamins, and an anal examination. They really helped me out. Though they did say my hole and ass had taken some real hard time. They said it was really bruised and ripped inside." "I could have told them that even before," Leroy laughs. "So they told me I have to watch myself, and it gives a lot of options." He's not really specific about it; I just listen. "They gave me some pills for the pain, so I can keep going for the holidays here. They were really nice, Jake." "So how was your roulette game, Jake?" he asks me. I take a sip of my coffee. Where should I start? Should I drop my questions first? Should I tell him what games we played? I'm not sure. So I start to tell him bit by bit about the games and the guys. I try to make it a short version, but I can see in Leroy's eyes that he likes it and is getting a bit horny from it. Meanwhile, he eats his whole plate empty. Leroy, something strange has happened in the roulette game. They all wore red shirts. At the last winning part , they tore their shirts off. Well, you know ... Kaode, the friend I made in there... you know... He was getting really excited and wild. The other bottoms too. They were saying things like... and I started to whisper, breeding , knowingly taking toxic loads, poz-ing up, HIV ? They seemed to get wild from the tattoos the tops had. I don't know if that's for real or just a play... but what if... what if there are more guys like that? Some have the same tattoo as the hotel sign. Leroy started to laugh loudly ... I just watched him with big eyes, wondering what was funny about what I just told him. "Yeah Jake ... that's the purpose of the hotel... that's why we are all here for. " There are some poz toxic guys here. Hopefully most are. We are chasing their loads, trying to get bred by them, trying to take parts from them with us, back home. The tops are meant to spread and breed us. "You didn't know? How the hell did you get here then ? " I'm looking with huge eyes at him... what did Leroy just tell me? Does it mean... what? "Jake," he starts again. "I guess your friend Paul back home did not tell you all then. He was chasing the poz seed I guess. Maybe he got it even before the trip, and that's the reason he got sick... Well , you took enough loads , even in the game; I bet there are some poz loads with it too and got buried deep up your hole. " I'm shocked ... I took poz loads ? I did what? "Yeah, I'm sure you did. If they're toxic? I'm not sure, but I guess you took some. Don't be afraid, don't worry. You took them already, so time will tell. It's too late for that now. Just fuck, like everyone does." I do, while he winks at me. "So... so... so the guys with the biohazard tattoos..." I bring out. "Yeah Jake . They are poz, definitely , and they are proud of it. They should be... it's a sign of potent breeders. A gift they got from their breeders, and they're passing it on. Even the ones with no tattoos probably have it, and it's our job to take it. It's a gift to us." "I'm taking it." Leroy laughs. My mind is spinning . I took loads of poz , knowingly, encouraging them to breed me; I took loads... I took Mark's loads all night. I am... a cum dump... I am a chaser now... and I... I love it... My hole twitches and tickles at the idea. I need more... But my mind is still running with all thoughts. "Think about it," Jake tells me. "And you still have to participate in the games you signed up for." So... there is no running from it. Just take it like the champ and cum dump you are now. He winks at me. I did… tells Leroy. Oh, there is an announcement at the main stage, at the pool, in one hour. You saw the note; you got one on your smartwatch . Did I? I'll be there , then I guess... I'm going to the toilet, Jake; see you at the bar in 20 to 30 minutes ? Okay? "Okay," Leroy, I say to him, still running thoughts in my mind. He walks off, leaving me at the table. Leaving me in thoughts. What the... I'm excited and afraid at the same time. I need to know... Is my crush Mark poz? Is there a way back, or... shall I just keep going and take whatever I can? And is Paul indeed sick of getting poz loads, and from who? From Jason ? No, is he? And if Paul is... why should I worry and not just take whatever I can up my hole ? I feel my hole responding again; it wants another cock... In the meantime…… continuing the story with Leroy. (photo of Leroy, if you dont remember the guy) Leroy stands up from the table, leaving Jake with his breakfast. He's heading out of the breakfast buffet room to the toilets. He's not getting the first toilets; no, he walks down the hall to find some toilets further away. I have seen Mark leaving the breakfast room; he did wink at me. He should be going to the toilets over there, Leroy thinks. He opens the toilet room door and walks in. Yeah, indeed. There he is... Mark. He's just fingering another guy who's bent over at the urinals. Mark has his back to me, so he can't see me enter. He does hear the door and my footsteps , but he just doesn't care. I guess to bussy whit another bottom to fuck... I walk up to him and I clearly see him prepping that bottom boy's hole with his fingers to fuck him. Mark's cock is hanging out, hard and straight forward. I can clearly see the guy has sucked him; his cock is damn shiny and wet. I go and stand next to him, and with my hands, I grab his balls. They are huge and fill up my whole hand. I laugh at him. I have a tighter hole to fill up than this boy, I say loud enough for Mark and the guy to hear. Mark grins , "I know you do, Leroy... and tighter is better. " The boy looks up, a bit mad at what I just told him. "You want another round?" Mark asks me . "If you are up to it, my hole is your playground," I whisper to him. Mark steps back from the boy, getting his fingers out of the boy's ass and pushes them in my mouth. I can taste that guy's hole and I lick them. I really don't care that I taste the guy. "Let's go then," he smiles at me while he pushes me into one of the separated toilets. My back to the toilet, I close the door behind him. Now it is just us two. Within a few seconds, he pulls down my shorts and I take off his shirt. I can see his biohazard tattoo now clearly. It is so fucking hot, I moan, wile I touch his tattoo. His strong hands grip my willing ass and starts to finger me. With my fingers, I'll draw over his biohazard tattoo and then down to his shorts. His cock, rock hard and out of his shorts. I grab his cock and start to masturbate it slowly while I begin to kiss him. His finger is pushing deep into my hole . "I want you in me," I moan, "I want to get your poz load again. " "Make me your boy," I whisper to him. Mark turns me around quickly, with his finger still up my hole . "Get your shirt off, slut," he orders me. I do as I'm told , and then I bend a bit over to spread my ass for him. My head turned to him so I can watch him. "I hope you have a toxic load for me," I wink. "Load me up with that , just as you loaded me before and fucked your date, Jake... " Mark laughs. "I can't tell you if I'm toxic yet; you have to wait until the exposing party. But I am poz..." He puts his cock against my sphincter. I can feel a big, warm, wet pressure. Mark grabs my middle so I can't run, and then he rams it deep in me. Fast , real fast. There is no escape and no time to think. He just pushes it all in within five seconds . It's like I'm getting filled and ripped open, like a turkey. I moan in pleasure and pain real hard. I lose my breath from the intense fuck. "Fuckkkkk ... dammmmm... auchhhh." My hole is getting ripped open again; I can feel it tear. But I let Mark do his job. He roughly fucks me there in the toilet. I have to hold my hands against the back wall of the toilet while Mark is pounding me hard. The pain and pleasure is incredible again. His balls slapping hard against my hole. The toilet room echoes from the slapping sound. fuck, fuck... your deep in me. fuckkkkkk. its so good. You're making me bleed... You're ripping my hole open again , I whimper . But I keep my ass spread and pushed back to give my hole to him. I need to serve him. I'm starting to sweat from intense fucking, excitement, and pain. My hole burns deep inside me every time he pounds his cock in me. I love your cock deep inside me. Your poz pole in me… Fuckkk... I moan loud. My daddy at home will be so proud that I'm taking it all from you... I'm not holding myself in, so anyone in the toilet room can hear me. His cock is pounding deep and hard in me; I can feel it rubbing against my second hole. Mark is not pushing it through yet, which makes me whine a bit every time he pushes against it. He knows what he's doing to make my mind go wild. Then Mark pulls his cock out of my hole and turns me around again. I guess I need to suck him now, but before I know it, he pushes me, causing me to fall down on my back on the toilet Mark grabs my legs and pushes them up onto his shoulders. Then he rams his cock back inside. I yell, "Aahhhhhh. Dammmmm... Fuckkkkkkk." He now pushes deep and true into my second hole. I can feel it split and rip, a sensation of deep and intense burning pain in me. Tears fill my eyes. Mark seems not to care and gets it out again, then pushes it back in, real fast and hard. My head bounces against the wall. Fuck, you're ripping my hole. Fuck , damn... Mark just laughs and nods . He fucks me hard now while I look deep into his eyes. You like my ass more than my friend Jake's ? I moan to him. You're both holes to me, he laughs, but it's hot that I fucked both of you. My hands slide over his body and his tattoo. I want this; I beg him. While I rest my hand on his tattoo , I can feel his cock swell deep inside me. Mark is close to giving me another load. With one hand, I grab his ass to push him even deeper. His cock stings deep in me, ripping my hole open again. I don't care; I want it. I give him permission to cum in me by pulling him in again and again, begging for his sweet load. Mark then trusts deep in me. "Here you go, slut, my cream... I'm cumming... I'm cumming." He starts to moan loudly, while my hand pushes his ass deep against me. I feel his cock swell in me, and then... Load after load, I feel getting shot deep in me-a wet, warm feeling . "Fuckkk ... yeah... fuckk..." He paints, and I pull Mark to me, face to face. "Thank you for your load," I whisper softly , And I kiss him on his lips before I let him stand back up again. "Good slut boy," Mark laughs. That sweet hole got what it deserved. He pulls his shorts up and grabs his shirt. "Keep that load in, boy; take care of it." He then grins , unlocks the door, and walks off , Leaving me lying on the toilet with my legs still high in the air, my hole open and dripping.

Life on this estate was shit, and everyone knew it. Fuck all in the way of work anywhere nearby, even less to do all day, and the buses were so shit you couldn’t even get anywhere without nicking a car. Being from a family of Ballards on an estate that was also called the Ballard made us say we were Kings Of The Estate, but that was like saying “emperor of the turd pile” given what a shithole this was. Well, maybe in summer it was alright, but it fucking sucked the rest of the time. Being the youngest of four brothers was particularly shit, or at least that’s how I felt about it. No hope of getting anything new, everyone was kind of sick of our family after the first three, and I was always the little runt who could be blamed for everything. I reckon my mum knew it wasn’t me most of the time, but that didn’t stop her taking one look at the shattered toilet I was still sitting in the middle of (crying), saying she couldn’t take any more, and disappearing from our lives completely. I was only eight then, and still thought it was all my fault even though the twins had smashed the bog with fucking hammers while I was just trying to take a shit. Since then it had just been Dad and the four of us. Maybe things were a bit better now Bret was off in the army. One less brother to give me shit. But I still had the twins on my case. Kane and Kieron. Fuckers. But they’d had a reality check recently, turning 21 and being told by Dad to find some fucking work or get the fuck out. I’d already beat them to it, getting some shifts at the Red Dragon after I turned 18, and now 19 I was also on days at Nisa Local. K&K fucking hated me for it, but there was no way I was giving any of that up just to make room for them. But they found work eventually, doing night shift security at one of the new data places that had been built nearby. Or at least that’s what they said. I’d checked out security jobs, and the pay was fucking shit for having to be walking around bored to fucking tears all night. Yet K&K suddenly seemed to have money to spend on shit, even after they’d handed a wad over to Dad each week that he would use to drink himself into a coma. There was no way they were doing security, I knew that much, so I reckoned they must be dealing drugs or something. They both suddenly had nicer clothes, these big silver chains, and started getting more tattoos even though that cost a fucking bomb. Turns out Dad was getting suspicious too,l when he was actually sober, asking questions sometimes even while he gladly took their cash. But, a couple of weeks after they’d both had the flu and then gone back to work, he took me aside. “Luke, I’ve spoken to Brian and he’s given you the night off from the bar” he said. “Why?” I asked. “I need the money.” “Not tonight” he said, getting some cash out of his wallet and handing it to me. “I’ve got another job for you.” “What?” I asked, staring at the money in my hand, which was way more than I would have earned at the pub. “I want you to follow those fucking twin brothers of yours and see what they’re actually up to” he said. “No fucking way they’re doing security.” “Oh” I said. “You don’t think so either, huh?” “Not with the money they’re pulling in” he said. “If they’re dealing then I want to know.” “OK” I said. “But they’ll fucking kill me if they find out.” “Don’t you worry about that” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “If they’re dealing then their feet won’t touch the fucking ground before they find themselves in the army.” So, I did as instructed. I headed out at my normal pub time, with Brian apparently instructed to tell K&K I was downstairs changing barrels and fixing equipment if they happened to go into the Dragon. I instead hung around near our block, dressed in dark colours and staying out of the street light so they wouldn’t see me. When they left, I let them go some distance away before I started to follow, occasionally jogging a bit to catch up if they went round a corner. They did start heading for the data centre, but then turned off towards town. I followed them down towards the canal, and then watched as they went down the stairs onto the towpath. I got to the bridge and watched where they were going, then went down myself and did my best to stay hidden as I followed them. Then they got to a door into one of the old warehouses, where they stopped after Kane knocked. The door opened and they went in, and I rushed up to see what this place was. The door was closed when I got to it, so I looked around a bit. There were some windows higher up, and I saw that there was a drainpipe next to one at the end of the building. I went up and grasped it, giving it a bit of a shake while being ready to run if it rattled, but it seemed solid. It had so many hoops round it holding it to the wall that I knew I could climb up, so after taking a few deep breaths I did just that. I was as quiet as I could be, and eventually made it up to where I could see in the window. I don’t know how the fuck I managed to stay quiet once I looked in. There were my twin brothers, both taking off their clothes with a load of other men around, most not wearing trousers or even pants. Then, I watched as my naked brothers bent over and started sucking off a man each. What the fuck?! I stayed quiet though, my mind racing, and so I got the whole show. While my brothers were sucking cock, another man went behind each of them and stuck a finger in their arses. Then those men pointed their cocks and rammed into my brothers. Kane and Kieron were being fucking spitroasted by a load of old men. They weren’t selling drugs to earn this money, they were fucking selling their own holes! I had seen enough, and slowly climbed back down the drainpipe. I started walking home, but was so fucking rattled that I headed towards the Trout & Heron once I was back on the bridge. It was a shithole pub, but I needed a drink. I stopped in at the shop and bought some cigarettes with the money Dad had given me, needing a smoke too. I got a pint and took it back out on the street, needing time and space to think. As I smoked the cigs and drank the beer, I realised there was no way I could rat out my brothers to my dad, as much as I fucking hated their guts sometimes. I also just kind of knew I did not want to mess with them about this, even though I had fucking earned the right after all the shit they had put me through. Maybe they were gay? Maybe they were such shits because they were trying to cover that up? One beer wasn’t enough, so I went back in and got another one. But as I drank it back out on the street, I couldn’t get what I’d seen out of my head. They were annoying fuckers, but I knew K&K were good looking. Bret was too, and Mrs Rani down at the takeaway had told me recently I was taking after them as I got older. So yeah, I guess I had sort of noticed again that Kane and Kieron were good looking, as they sucked on those cocks. I also noticed how muscled they both were now, with their new tatts kind of making more of that. I guess they looked good in there, bent over like that. I wondered what it felt like for them having a cock in their arse. Oh fuck. Where the fuck was my brain going? I’d just watched my brothers getting used by a bunch of men, and I’m fucking thinking they looked good and wanted to know what it was like?! What the fuck?! I stuck my half-full pint down on the windowsill of the pub, and ran. I needed to run. I needed to shut my fucking brain down. I needed a cold fucking shower. I ran all the way back up the hill to the estate, then stopped to get my breath back. Only once I was normal again, I went back to the block and up to the flat. “Sorry Dad” I said, holding out most of the cash he had given me to make him less angry. “I lost them.” “How?” he asked, sounding exasperated. “This fucking car full of drunk twats pulled up” I said. “These two girls thought it was fucking funny to not let me past.” He glared at me. “I went to the data place to see if they were there, but it was locked and no-one around” I said. “Looked around a bit but couldn’t see them anywhere else.” “Fine” he said, sighing. “Sorry Dad” I repeated. He turned back to the TV, meaning the conversation was over. I went off to my room, but sat down on Bret’s bed instead of my own. The sight of my brothers getting fucked popped back into my head again, and this time I started getting hard. I stood up and yanked down my trousers, grasped my cock and closed my eyes. Letting my head fill up with the sight of Kane sucking cock, Kieron getting fucked, and all those men standing around waiting to use them, I jerked off the biggest load of my life. But even after I spurted all over Bret’s bed, the images wouldn’t go away. “Fuck it” I said to myself. “Fucking fuck it!” I yanked my trousers up, grabbed my phone out of my pocket, and collapsed down on my bed this time. I opened up WhatsApp, typed out a message, but then paused. I stared at what I had written, breathing quickly as I read and re-read it. But then I felt excitement build up in me and I hit my thumb on Send. I know. I know how you’re getting all this fucking money. And I want in.

Kane and Kieron were still sleeping it off when I went out for my shift at the Nisa, but I knew they’d seen my message as both of them were showing as Read in the chat. My stomach was a mess and I couldn’t eat any breakfast at first, but I grabbed a Belvita at work and ate it while I smoked a couple of cigs out back. Then I got to stacking shelves, before taking over the till. Just when Clive finished his lunch, Kane came in and I saw through the door that Kieron was outside. Kane just looked at me without saying anything. “Clive mate” I said, not losing eye contact with my brother, “I’m going lunch.” I went out back to grab my jacket, then on out the side door and up the alley to the road. K&K were standing there and both of them just stared at me, looking more shit-scared than I’d ever seen them. They started walking towards me, so I took out my cigs and started to light one. “Give us one of those” Kane said. I shook the packet out at him, and both of them reached out for one. I handed Kane the lighter, they both lit up, and then I put it all back in my jacket. “Dragon” I said, and started walking towards the pub. They followed me, and I pointed at one of the tables outside where there was no-one else around. I went inside and got us three beers, and asked Sheila to do me a BLT. Then I went back outside and sat down. “What do you know?!” Kane asked, in a hushed voice. I looked between them, and then took a gulp of beer. “I followed you to that warehouse by the canal last night” I said. “Dad wanted to know if you were dealing. I climbed up a drainpipe and saw you.” “Fuck” Kieron whispered, looking white. “What the fuck did you tell Dad?!” Kane said, gripping my wrist. “I fucking told him I lost you, alright!” I said, shaking my hand free. We sat in silence for a bit, with both of them staring at the table. I lit up another cigarette, then tossed the box towards Kane. After a minute he took one and lit up, with Kieron following suit. “I want in” I said. “How would you fucking know what you want?” Kane said. “How…” He stopped when the pub door opened and Sheila came out, plonking my BLT down with a smile. She turned around and went back in, and we were in silence again. “I got fucking turned on, OK” I said. “Plus the money looks good.” “Are you fucking serious?” Kieron asked. “Yeah” I said, staring at him and feeling bold. “I am fucking serious.” We didn’t say anything for a while, so I got on with eating my sandwich. When I was done, I lit up again and then sat back in my chair. “How did you get into that shit anyway?” I asked. They didn’t answer for a while, but eventually Kane started talking. They had started making a few quid on a video chat call thing, stripping or jerking off for guys, but then when Dad had threatened to kick them out they had gone back to some guy who kept putting in the comments that they could make more money. They had met him at a place in town, and he’d made them an offer. They said yes, so he fucked them both to test them out. Then he’d taken them to a party and a few other guys had fucked them, and they’d earned a wad off that. Then he said they could earn regular money if they wanted, and they’d started going to places all over the city or even in other towns, where older men threw away cash to get to fuck a pair of hot muscular twins. “Do you like it?” I asked. “I, er…” Kane started. “Yes” said Kieron, causing Kane’s head to whip round. “What, bro? Don’t give me that look. I’m with you every time, and I know you fucking love it like I do.” Kane went bright red, while Kieron actually smiled. “Are you gay?” I asked Kieron. “Fuck yeah” he said, looking relaxed all of a sudden. “Kane?” I asked. He said nothing, just staring open-mouthed at his twin, but then he looked down at the table and slowly nodded. “K would rather be doing the fucking” Kieron said, leaning forward and patting Kane on the back. “Or so he says.” I sat and looked at them both, seeing that Kane looked rattled while Kieron was back to being his cocky self. “What about you?” Kane muttered, still looking down. “Me?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. I took a big gulp of beer, and then a deep breath. “No fucking idea” I said. “But after I saw you two I wanted to know how it feels. Then I busted out a big load on Bret’s bed.” “Dirty fucker” Kieron laughed, with even Kane cracking a smile. I had to get back to work, but they agreed to meet me later. The afternoon fucking dragged on, but when I did eventually get out of Nisa they were waiting for me outside, and we went and stood in the part of the pub car park that was hidden from everything else. After grilling me a bit more about whether I was serious, they said they’d talk to the guy that evening about me joining in. Kieron then sent me a link to a website, but told me to wait until tonight to look at it. We then went home for another shitty ready meal dinner, before I had to go back out to the Dragon. Somehow I avoided my phone all evening, and only went to click on the link once I was home in bed. It was a porn fan site, with only short previews available unless you signed up. But the previews were enough to see my twin brothers getting gangfucked by men in loads of different venues. The warehouse I had seen was in a few, but there were posh apartments, a sex club, a gym, a sauna, some woods and even a fucking bus. I couldn’t join without a card, but I didn’t need to. It was hot as fuck to see what they’d been doing, and I knew even more I wanted in. Man, I must be fucking gay. I busted out a load again, then went to sleep. The next day Kieron came by Nisa at my break and we went back to the pub again. “Kane took two cocks in his arse at once last night” he said. “Can’t fucking walk today.” “Two at once?!” I yelped. “Feels fucking awesome once you get used to it” Kieron said, smiling. “Fuck” I said, causing him to laugh. “You sure you up for this?” he asked. “Yeah” I said. “But maybe I need some practice first.” “Watch this” he said, taking out his phone and tapping away a bit, before my own phone buzzed. “Do what it says and you’ll be ready. I’ll put one of my dildos under your bed.” “One of your dildos?” I asked. “How many you got?” “A few” he replied, smirking. “Good to get there ready to go.” He told me that their guy was up for the younger brother joining in but wanted to test me out first, so they were going to take me to see him on Monday when I had my night off at the Dragon. “He’s gonna fuck you” Kieron said. “You’ll have to suck him off too.” “Cool” I said, my stomach lurching. “Hit the gym” he said. “He likes us muscled.” For the next few days I did hit the gym a lot. We can’t afford an actual membership anywhere, but the Council put one of those outdoor gyms in at the park and no fucker has vandalised it yet, so I just went there to work out. At nights I watched the video Kieron had sent me, practicing with the dildo until I could get it to go in no problem. Felt fucking great, but I knew a real cock would feel better. Also practiced sucking it and managed to swallow it after a while, though I nearly chucked up over the bedroom a couple of times gagging on the fucking thing. Hope I didn’t wake Dad. On the Monday I said I was meeting friends, but Dad barely listened so I just went out. I was nervous as fuck, so lit up a cigarette while I waited for K&K. When they came out to go to ‘work’ we walked down to the bus stop, but the fucking thing never showed up so we ran down past the canal to the station to get a train instead. Their guy lived in a posh block in the city centre, and we got a really shitty look from the concierge after we were buzzed in. K&K ignored him though, so I tried to do the same as we waited for the lift. “Gentleman” the guy said, opening his door wearing just a dressing gown. “Hi” said Kieron, as we went in. “Hi” I said. “And you are?” the man asked. “Luke” I replied. “I’m 19.” “Very nice” he said, “I can see the family resemblance.” I blushed, while he showed us through to a large living room with amazing views out the windows. “Gentlemen” the man said, “I have an early meeting, so we will need to get down to business I’m afraid.” “OK” said Kane, before turning to me. “Luke?” “What?” I asked, before realising. “Oh!” I quickly took off my clothes, so that I was standing completely naked. The man leered at me, and I nervously began to turn around so he could see all of me. “Very nice” he said. “You’ll tone up well like your brothers.” “Thank you sir” I said. He then undid the belt of his dressing gown, and a big erect cock flopped out. I stared at it, then glanced at Kieron. He gave a slight head nod towards the cock, and I realised what I had to do. I walked over to the man and got down on my knees, and then after a deep breath I opened my mouth and sucked him in. It was so much better than the dildo, and with even just the tip in my mouth I wanted more. I bobbed my head on him for a while, and then began to try to swallow the whole thing. I nearly gagged a couple of times but mostly covered it, before I relaxed and managed to start getting him down my throat. He moaned as I did that, and I kept going knowing I was doing well. Then he took my head in his hands and pulled me off. “Very good, boy” he said. “Almost as good as Kane.” I heard Kane cough in embarrassment. “Thank you sir” I said, looking up at him from where I was kneeling. “Now” he said, motioning for me to stand up. “Let’s see how you stack up against your cumslut brother Kieron.” He walked me over to one of the sofas, and I got down on my knees leaning over the back. He squatted down behind me and planted his face in between my cheeks, giving me my first ever rim job. I moaned like crazy, especially when he began to finger me. “Nicely loosened already” he said. “You ready to have your cherry popped?” “Yes please” I groaned. He was bigger than the dildo in every way, and I gritted my teeth and tried not to scream as he pushed into me. But I survived the entry, and began to relax as he stayed buried inside me. He got a bottle of poppers out of his dressing gown pocket and handed them to me, with Kieron indicating to me I should inhale from it. When I did my head went fuzzy, and I moaned out loud. The man started to pull out, then pushed back in and I saw stars. He did this again slowly a few times, and then he began to fuck me properly. I moaned and groaned, panted and pleaded, and he just kept fucking. The dildo was good, but this felt so much fucking better. The warmth inside me, the way it stretched me, and knowing this was another guy inside me, all made it feel just so much fucking better. I never wanted it to fucking stop. But eventually it had to stop, when he slammed into me and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. “Take my fucking seed, boy” he growled at me. “Oh fuck yeah please sir” I panted. Then he withdrew, and I slumped down more on the sofa as I felt his cum start to drip out of me. “Clean him up” the man said, and Kane rushed over with a tissue and wiped my arse. He then pulled me off the sofa and had me stand up facing the man. “Boy” he said, “your father sure knows how to make them.” “Thank you” I panted. “We’ll debut you properly in a week” he said. “I want you ready, all of you.” “Yes Grant” said Kieron, “we’ll be ready.” “Especially him” Grant said. “Everyone will want a piece of him.” “We’ll make sure he’s ready” said Kane. “You do that” Grant said, doing up his dressing gown. “Now, you can let yourselves out.” “Yes sir” Kieron said. “Oh, and Kane?” Grant said. “Yes?” “You better be using that dildo I gave you” he said, with a slightly evil smirk. “I don’t want any more of those embarrassing hysterics next time we double-fuck you.” “Sorry sir” said Kane, turning bright red. “It won’t happen again.” With that, I got myself dressed quickly, and then we hurried out of the apartment. Once out on the street we all lit up cigarettes. “So?” asked Kieron. “Fucking awesome” I said. “I want more.” “Slut” laughed Kane. “Don’t worry, you’ll be getting more than you can fucking handle in a week.” “Bring it on” I replied. We managed to get a bus back to the estate, and stopped by the Dragon for a quick drink. Brian said Dad had been in but had gone home, so we knew he was probably in a drunken sleep already. We headed home after a pint, and with Dad sure enough passed out and snoring like a gorilla in his room, I joined K&K in theirs so they could show me some of the full-length videos. In a few of them the men fucking them all had funny tattoos of snakes, spiders, scorpions and other things, but Kieron said this was just what they were into, with groups of guys often having similar ink. He showed me another one where a biker gang used them, and they all had matching chest tattoos of that danger symbol you see on stuff sometimes. I kind of liked it, and was looking forward to seeing who might be using me in a week. The next day things went back to normal, except for Kieron slipping a larger dildo in below my bed to help me get used to taking more. They carried on going off at night, with Dad muttering about what they were up to, and I just did my shop and pub shifts as normal. But all week I just got so fucking excited, no longer giving a fuck if I was gay or not, working my arse over with both dildos and blowing multiple loads every evening. Monday was coming, I wanted to be ready, and I couldn’t fucking wait…

“Here, try these on” said Kieron, handing me a LIDL carrier bag. I opened the bag and saw a load of leather, so I reached in and fished out the contents. There was what looked like a dog collar, and then four smaller but wider versions. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked. “No” said Kane. “The guys tonight are into leather, so you need to have some too.” “What about you?” I asked, while staring down at the stuff now sitting on the table. “Grant got us some stuff with padding” Kieron said. “This was the shit I had before. If they like you then they’ll get you better stuff too probably.” “Take off your T-shirt first” said Kane. I stripped off my top, then reached down for the dog collar. I put it round my neck, and fumbled a bit with the buckle before I got it on. “No” said Kieron, “tighter.” I reached back and tightened the buckle, immediately liking how it felt. Then I picked up one of the other ones and looked at it. “The bigger ones are for your ankles” said Kane, reaching down and pulling those two over to the side. I put the one I was holding on my wrist and managed to get it buckled, then did the same with the other one. I followed up with the two ankle cuffs, before standing up straight and looking at my brothers. “Cool” said Kane. “Hold on” said Kieron, disappearing off to my room before coming back with a black jockstrap. “Bret used to wear these for football” he said. “Reckon it might fit you now.” I hesitated, then pulled down my shorts and boxers, kicking them off before taking the jock from Kieron. I slipped it on, impressed that it did actually fit quite well. “Hot” said Kieron, smirking at me. I went into Dad’s room and opened his wardrobe, where I knew Mum’s full-length mirror was still attached to the inside of the door. I looked myself up and down, getting an immediate boner at the sight. “Put these on as well” Kieron said, standing in the doorway holding a pair of black leather boots that Bret had worn when he was a bricklayer for a bit before the army. I went over and grabbed the boots, sitting down on Dad’s bed to put them on. They were a bit loose, but I figured I could wear a couple of pairs of socks. I loosely did them up, then went back to the mirror to look at myself again. “You’re going to take so much cock” Kieron said. “I hope so” I replied. “Fucking need it.” “You gone full gay now bruv?” Kieron asked, chuckling. “Fuck yeah” I said, grinning while I kept looking at my reflection. “Cool” he replied. “You reckon Bret’s into cock too?” I asked, turning to face him. “Probably” he said, grinning too. “Bet he’s the barracks cumdump.” “And Dad ain’t had a girl in ages either” laughed Kane, who had just come up behind Kieron in the corridor. “For all we know he’s out there riding a dick tonight.” “Oh fuck off bro you sick fuck” laughed Kieron. “I don’t wanna think about that!” Once we’d all stopped laughing, I went back to my room and took off the boots. Kieron got me to put jogging bottoms with zips at the bottom of the legs on over the jock and ankle cuffs, and then I put on a couple of pairs of socks before squeezing back into the boots again. I took off the collar, but kept the wrist cuffs on as I donned a black vest and then a hoodie. K&K then went off to get ready, coming back a few minutes later dressed almost the same. “We’ll put on the collars before we go in” Kane said. “Let’s get you plugged” said Kieron. “Helps to be loose ‘cos they’re gonna be fucking you as soon as we walk in.” He led me to the bathroom, made me pull down my jogging bottoms, and then handed me a buttplug and some lube. I used a finger to loosen myself up, and then pushed in the plug. I yelped a bit when it popped in, and then squeezed on it a bit to make sure it was secure. I pulled up my trousers, and then gave my hands a quick wash to get the lube off. We then headed out, lighting up cigarettes before walking down to the bus. It actually fucking turned up for once, and we took it into town before changing for a different one to go out to a part of town where there were loads of dark warehouses. We got off, lit up more cigarettes, and then walked down a few streets to the only building with any lights on inside. There were loads of cars parked outside it, and we walked through all of those and then down the side to a metal door. “Collars on” said Kane. We all stopped to take off our hoodies and put the collars on. “One last time” said Kieron, looking at me. “You sure about this?” “Fuck yeah” I said. “OK” he said. “Trousers off then.” We all unzipped the legs of our trackies and pulled them off over our boots, and then Kane pulled out a couple of LIDL bags from his hoodie pocket. We stuffed our clothing into one of them, and then we pulled out our plugs and put them in the other. Kieron opened the door and we went in, dropping the bags behind a chair by the front door before we made our way up a short dim corridor to another door. We could hear men’s voices from behind that door, and Kieron paused and looked at me. “Ready?” he said. “Yep” I said. “Here” Kane said, holding out a bottle of poppers. “Take a few hits before we get in there.” I huffed from the bottle, my brothers did the same, and then I took a few more hits so I was flying. Kieron then opened the door and we went in, to the sound of a cheer as the twenty or so men in there saw us. They were all older, and dressed in all kinds of leather. Trousers, pants, vests, harnesses, hats, boots, collars and all sorts. Most of them were tattooed, including scorpions and spiders like I’d seen in K&K’s videos. Loads of them were wearing big chains too, some steel and some looking like they were silver. Around the room were loads of cameras on tripods. “Fresh meat” boys, said one of them as he approached me. “Hello” I said. “You’re the baby brother?” he asked, leering at me. “Yes sir” I said. “I’m 19.” “You ready to get fucked boy?” he asked. “Yes sir” I replied. K&K had warned me it would be quick, and they weren’t wrong. The man took my hand and led me towards the middle of the room, where he bent me forward a bit as another guy went behind me, crouched down and began to rim me. Another guy walked up and pulled his cock out, and I bent over even more to suck it in. The guy behind me fingered me a bit, and then I couldn’t feel him there anymore. Seconds later a cock was being pressed on my hole, and while sucking hard on the cock in my mouth I bore down on it so it slid into me. Whoever the man was, he started fucking me straight away, and I concentrated on getting the cock in my mouth to go down my throat to distract me from how full and stretched I felt. I didn’t get a break for ages, taking cocks in my hole and mouth for fucking ages while bent over. Loads of the men who fucked me put a load in me, and a couple also shot down my throat. I was just a piece of meat they were using, and it felt fucking incredible. There was a lot of noise all round the room, but I could hear the guys at my arse saying things like “dirty load” and “gift”, which kind of turned me on more even though I thought they were just being verbal about using me like this. When the men briefly allowed me to stand up, I was able to get a look at what my brothers were up to. Kieron was on on all fours on some kind of padded bench, with chains attached to his wrist and ankle cuffs that I guess were holding him in place, and he was being spitroasted. Kane was lying in some sort of leather hammock, his wrists and ankles attached to the chains that it was hanging from, and he had a man fucking him like crazy. Elsewhere some of the men were fucking each other in various positions. After I got a quick look around, the men led me to a dirty mattress on the floor and got me down on my hands and knees. Then one slid into my hole while two others got down in front of me and held their cocks to my face, and I got on with sucking each of them in turn as I was fucked. Both of them tasted of cum and something else, so I knew they’d already fucked and bred me. They stayed in front of me getting serviced as man after man fucked my arse and blew inside me, my hole getting looser and looser. Then the men turned me over onto my back and lifted my legs, and I carried on sucking the two guys while others now fucked me missionary. We had a break for a bit, smoking cigarettes and drinking water as well as a few shots of rum. Then the men had me wait while they got my brothers set up for the second session, bending them over a couple of barrels face to face, and chaining their wrists together. I watched open-mouthed as men slid into them and started to fuck, while another man held their chins and brought their faces together. They both looked really uncertain, but then closed their eyes and pushed their lips together. My twin brothers were snogging each other while being fucked, and I found it just as hot as all the other guys did. “Just wait until later” one of the men quietly said to me, noticing how hard I was as I watched my brothers. “It’s about time these two sucked and fucked each other.” I nearly shot a load in Bret’s jock when he said that. Man, not only was I gay as fuck, but I was also kinky. Maybe I also thought just a little bit about whether they’d get me in on it with my brothers at some point in the future. After they’d let me watch for a bit, I was led over to the leather hammock thing and put in it like Kane had been before. I really liked lying there taking cock as it gave my legs and knees a break, though sucking the dicks occasionally held out next to my head was definitely more difficult. Eventually this stopped happening, and I could just lie there and look up at the face of each man that was having his turn fucking me. “What do you reckon Steve?” said a big hairy guy as he paused his fucking of my hole. “Haz on his stomach or a trampstamp?” “Both” said another guy next to me. I didn’t know what they were talking about, other than knowing a trampstamp was a tattoo on the lower back, but I stopped thinking about it when the big guy started fucking me again. He had a big metal hoop on the end of his cock, and I fucking loved how it felt pulling back and forth on my insides. He also had big hoops on his nipples, and I stared at them thinking how I wanted to get something like that myself someday. I also found his huge silver chain fucking horny as hell, and told myself to ask him if I could try it on later if there was a chance. They fucked me in the hammock for ages, and then it was time for a break again. K&K kept glancing at each other and smiling as we all smoked and drank, and I knew they must have wanted to make out before, or maybe they even had and this was just their first time doing it in front of other people. The other guys noticed too, so when it was time to start up again things went a bit differently. One of the men grabbed a chair and pulled it over to be next to the mattress, before sitting down in it and summoning me over. I squatted down with my back to him and then sank down on his cock, while the other men gathered around the mattress, some holding cameras up to film. K&K were made to stand on the mattress facing each other before being instructed to properly make out. They hesitated for a moment again, before starting to kiss. Soon they had their arms round each other, and were going at it like they were lovers. It was so hot to watch, as I gently bounced up and down on the cock inside me. “Kieron, get down and suck your twin brother” one of the men announced. My brothers broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes, before Kieron lowered himself down, freed Kane’s cock from the jockstrap and began to suck him. After a while they were instructed to swap, and Kane was then on his knees blowing Kieron. “Kane, get on all fours” the man said. Kane did as instructed, and knowing where this was going, Kieron just got down behind him and began to rim. No more instructions were given, as Kieron then positioned himself behind Kane and slid inside. My dick was hard as a rock, and so was the one inside my hole. My twin brothers were fucking. Each other! They were verbal about what they were doing, and genuinely seemed to love it. Kieron bred Kane, and then got on his back with his legs up ready for the payback. Kane stared down at his twin as he held his ankles and slide inside, and he looked so fucking turned on as he pounded into Kieron. He didn’t last very long, before blowing inside. The roar he made set off the guy in the chair, and I felt the cock inside me pulsing as yet another load was added to the mix in there. We had another smoke and drink break, my brothers now happily standing with their arms round each other’s shoulders. Cum was liberally dripping out of the three of us, but we didn’t care. As much as we were getting paid for this, I was most focused on how much I was enjoying myself, kind of amazed how easily I had switched from being whatever I was before into a gay cumslut bottom. I liked the way the men looked at me, not being creeped out at all by being seen as a toy to use for their pleasure. The double-fucking began during the final session. The three of us were bent over the makeshift bar so the older men could open us up with increasingly thick dildos, and then Kane and Kieron were taken over to the mattress to both squat down onto pairs of scissoring men. They both took it quite easily, with Kane clearly having done enough work on himself since his first time so that he could take it as well as his brother. I got to watch them start bouncing up and down on the double-dicks while my hole continued to be worked open, starting to feel a little nervous about trying it myself. I had to huff on poppers quite a bit as the largest toy was pushed into my hole, but I really liked how incredibly full and stretched it made me. “You ready boy?” one of the men asked me. “Yes sir” I panted. Another mattress was brought out and put down next to the first one, and a guy got down on his back with his cock sticking up. I went over and squatted down on it, the entire thing sliding into me with ease. I bounced up and down for a bit, before a hand on my back made me lean forward and hold still. Another man got behind me and put his cock against my hole, starting to push in alongside the first one. I gritted my teeth and did my best to push out, and when it suddenly popped in I yelled out. The entire length was slowly pushed in alongside the first one, and then the guy behind me began to thrust. I was so full, but even with the pain it felt good. I started to bounce myself a bit, gradually speeding up until the guy behind held still and I fully took over fucking myself on both cocks. I was rewarded with both men blowing in me at once. The other men then paired up to give me four more double-fucks, all while Kane and Kieron continued to take the same treatment from the rest of the men in various positions on the other mattress. By the end of it our holes were gaping, and the three of us were red-faced and sweating from the effort and strain of being filled up so much. “Boy, I hope you’re going to become a regular” the hairy man in the big chain said to me as we had a final round of drinks. “I’d like to sir” I said. “Good” he said. “Grant sends us your brothers every couple of weeks, but if you’re up for it then maybe we could ask to have you on your own more regularly. Some of us get together quite frequently around the city.” “That would be fun” I said. “But I don’t know what Grant wants to do with me yet.” “Well, I’ll talk to him” he replied. “He has split up Kane and Kieron to do different venues on the same night before.” I did not know that was the case, and only standing there at that moment did I realise how few questions I had actually asked about this whole arrangement. I was such a slut that I’d just gone over to Grant’s, got fucked by him within minutes of arriving, and then turned up here to be used without finding out anything else. I didn’t even know how or when I’d be paid, nor how much. I felt like a bit of an idiot. Kane, Kieron and I went into a dingy old shower room in the warehouse to clean ourselves up a bit, then said our goodbyes and went back into the entry corridor to take off all the collars and cuffs and get dressed into our clothes. We headed outside and lit up cigarettes while we walked back to the road, with Kane leading us back up to the bus stop. When we got there he said he’d ordered an Uber, which arrived eventually and took us back to the estate quite quickly. We were all fucking knackered, but Kieron still quietly motioned for me to come into their room when we were home. “Here” he said, handing me some cash from a wad he pulled out his jock. “Your share.” I took the money and stared at it, realising it was more than I made in a month at Nisa and the pub. “There will be more from Grant later” said Kane. “Why?” I asked. “He waits until the video has been up a couple of weeks” Kieron said, “then we get a little bit from that too.” “Oh” I said, only properly realising then that there was going to be a video, despite the cameras at the warehouse. I felt like an idiot again. “Grant said he’ll let us know what he wants to do with you” said Kane. “Probably after the video’s been done and put up, which will be about a week.” “So I just wait?” I asked. “Well, yeah” Kane said. “But you can earn a bit before then too” Kieron said. “How?” I asked. “Stan and Winston” said Kane. I looked at him, unsure what he meant. Stan and Winston were this old pair of guys who drank in the Dragon, and both lived somewhere over the other side of the estate. I never spoke to them much, other than knowing their regular order. “They’re gay” said Kieron. “You know that, right?” “No!” I replied. “They’re a couple?” “Yeah” said Kane, smirking. “They live together.” “Wow” I said. “Don’t really know them, thought they was just neighbours or something.” “Nah” said Kieron. “Been together years, and they love fucking younger guys. You could earn a packet off them for a while.” That was how, the next day at the Dragon, I took the opportunity to go over to their table with some fresh pints when I saw they were nearly finished with their drinks. “On the house gents” I said. “Oh?” asked Stan. “My brothers said I should look after you” I said, winking at him. “They did, did they?” said Winston, giving me a grin. “Maybe after my shift I could help you get home?” I said. “We’d like that” said Stan. For the rest of the shift they gazed at me, and despite how used my hole had been the day before, I knew I was ready to be fucked again. I was much quicker than normal with getting the place cleaned up after closing, and by 11.30 I was out on the street lighting up a cigarette as I walked towards the pair of them where they were sitting waiting on a bench under a lamppost. “Gents” I said, smiling at them. They got up, and grinned at me. We then started to walk off in the direction of their flat, and I felt my hole start to twitch in anticipation. K&K would be out all night, Dad would be passed out until lunchtime based on the state of him when Brian had ushered him out of the pub earlier, and I had my day off at the Nisa the next day. I didn’t know how good these old guys were going to be, nor how much stamina they might have, but I was ready to be fucked again and would take whatever they had to give…

I was born in the late 80s so I don't remember those times, but I have seen changes. There's a lot more talk about sub and dom, even guys are asking me which one am I like you have to be one of them. But it's not really my thing. I can be rough or let another guy be rough with me, but I don't turn it on and off as part of my everyday way of being. Usually with guys I meet things are more mutual and whatever energy we find happens naturally. But that can be rough, I recently met a guy about my size who handled me rougher than I expected. I was growling and really wanted to give him a kick, but he was hot and doing a good job so I was also growling and swearing because I was annoyed I was enjoying it. Interesting energy between us. I don't think I've become a sub now though, it was just something that happened. It's the trying to create situations that seems to be more popular now. The thing is it doesn't feel so natural for me when you're trying to make it happen.

Been a while since I posted but I haven’t stopped taking anon loads. Will post more stories but I wanted to post about my night last night. I was in so cal visiting family but I really wanted to get some action. I told the parents I had plans to go out with friends but really I was planning a night at the bath house. I douche and leave the house. In the uber I am itching for it already, I decided to play some porn in my head phones just to get my self hyped up. Just the sounds are enough for me I get to the gay neighborhood and before I go to the bath house I stop by the sex shop buy some poppers, lube and a jock strap. I walk over to the bath house and check in and get a large room. as soon as I get to my room I strip out in my jock and lock up my stuff. i pull out my blind fold lube up my hole and take the fattest hit of my poppers. They were called pig sweat and this has become my new favorite brand. in a haze, I open the door out on my blind fold and get face down ass up. Almost immediately I heard someone enter, they close the door behind them and after hearding this I know they mean to fuck me. I take another hit and feel him lick my hole. After a few minutes of this he pushes his mushroom cock in my hole and I immediately slip into heaven. He starts pumping away and it does hurt a bit so I take some more hits and I feel him fumble for my poppers bottle, I give him the bottle and I hear him take a hit while he pumps slowly. he hands the bottle back and I can tell it hit him well cause he starts pounding. I take another hit but he’s pounding hard so I spill a bit on my lip. His dick def is bigger than I like to start with but then he lets out a loud moan and says he cumming. idk what it is but as soon as cum gets in my hole, it stops fighting me completely and it feel euphoric my hole stops fighting me and I feel it relax. he pulls out thanks me and leaves. I hear that he leaves the door open and I hear another man enter, my blind fold is almost too good because I am in total darkness. Totally black. He rubs him thumb up against my hole and I hear him jerking himself off trying to get hard. He eventually gets it up and his dick slips in and he starts pounding away. This guy is verbal “fuck you’re so slutty” ”you let anyone fuck you huh?, even fat old men?” I tell him the truth which is yes, I let the fattest oldest nastiest men in my pussy. “thank the world for sluts like you, servicing men. That’s what ur made for” he starts pounding harder and my hole is not fighting me at all. I was surprised how loose it was after just one guy. He pounds and says he’s gonna cum. He pounds faster and faster and puts his leg up on the bed and I take another hit. Trying to make sure I have a peak buzz in while he busts and it times out perfectly. He groans and I feel his cock pulsing ropes of cum in me. This load was large. He slowly pulls out and I feel a little cum droplet fall out. this is the best feeling ever I stay ads up and blindfolded for another 30 minutes and two more guys fuck the shit out of me but neither of them cum. Both of them swear they will be back but that is never true. I get up and take my blind fold off and make some rounds. this bath house has an arcade room there a bunch of couches are facing a screen where they play porn. I sit next to some daddy who is jerking off. After some cat and mouse with our eyes he reaches for my cock and I let him play with it. Then I get on my knees and slurp him up good. next to him an old man sits down and starts to touch himself. little does this old man know that he has full access to me. I give him a smile and he’s gets it. He whips it out and I take break from this guys cock to this old mans cock and I’m bouncing between the two. a third fat guy starts watching and pulls it out and I go to work. Making sure these men are being treated well. The old man really isn’t giving me any feedback while I slurp on his cock but he cuts in my mouth with zero warning, I let a bit spill out the sides of my mouth and on my chest. the fat guy loves this and pull me up and bends me over the couch, he starts plowing away. His weight is slightly crushing me but I power on because my hole is his to use. He tells me he’s gonna cum and explodes in me. I squeeze my fuck hike around his cock and he tells me he’s too sensitive for that. I laugh and he kisses my neck and pull out slowly while moaning. Another cum droplet escapes. At this point I’m hoping for man number one to fuck Mr but no luck. There’s another guy watching and I do something I’ve never done before and I just ask him “do you wanna go next?” he smiles and and nods and bends me over and pounds hard and fast. His dick is small and I love it. I really like small dicks, idk why but I just love them in me. He pounds me fast and hard and I hear the slosh of cum and my ass slapping against his skin. He cubs pretty quickly and pulls out and leaves. i have 4 loads at this point and I am a little annoyed because usually by now I’d have twice the amount. I stay in the theatre room and suck another fatty and let him fuck me but he’s doesn’t bust. I do some rounds and see it’s getting busier. I go into the public dark rooms and get face down ass up with my blind fold on. As far as I’ve seen in the only one who does this at bath houses. I feel someone enter my hole hard and fast and then exit. I’m unsure if he came. it dawns on me that so many men would probably breed me if I blew them first. I feel like I get ass up a lot and I am a pretty successful cum dump but I remember how I was sucking all that cock earlier and I decided to do something a little different. I turn around still with my blind fold on and get on my knees in front of the bed in a now crowded dark room. I become overwhelmed with cocks in my face. I can’t see because of my blind fold but people are guiding my head with their hands to their cocks , just shoving cock in my mouth and brushing it against my lips. I work on one cock for a while and he pulls me up and sounds me around and fucks me. I haven’t been able to see any of this. He moans indicating he came and I feel another man step behind me and fuck me. My hole is open and sloppy, I am fully gooning and feel like a piece of dumb fuck meat from all the popper hits between cocks and he pounds me and blows in me. as he pulls out his large cock I feels and hear cum splatter on the floor escaping from my fuck hole. i involuntary cum fart, which embarrassed me a bit I have to admit. I turn around and get back in my knees. I don’t get any cock for 5 minutes and the I feel one brush my lips and I blindly reach for it in the dark, I open my mouth and grab it and he slapped my hands away and puts his hands behind my head and shoves the largest cock of the nights deep into my throat. I gang violently as he throat fucks me. I can’t really stand it and just as I am about to quit he screams in pleasure and I taste his cum . I left it splatter on my chin and chest and I push it out with my tongue. Another cock gets into my face and it’s smaller and uncut. I slurp and suck and taste nothing but cock and cum, I turn around blindly and put my ass up. I feel nothing and after a few seconds I feel him enter me but something feels off, I reach behind me and feel he’s wearing a condom. I pull him out of me and pull the condom off his dick. I feel him hesitate, I take a huge hit of popper and collapse face down ass up in the bed with my pussy gaping in the air, I feel him enter me raw. He pounds away for a long long time. At this point my hole is probably not even enjoyable now. I love it when tops have to pound me so hard because it’s so loose and wet. No friction anymore. He pounds for a long time and I just keep hitting the poppers and just keep getting dumber and dumber. At this point I am dumb drooling disassociated cum hole and I love. He pounds harder and faster and my body is bobbing up and down up and down. He pushes deep into me and groans violently loud and lays over top of me. I’m blind folded have no idea who this is his heavy breathing on my back. “God damn, you are so worth it” He says, he pulls out thanks me and heads out. I feel another bottom get on all fours next to me. at the same time another top enter me and fucks me good and I feel him move onto the other bottom beside me. He gives him his load and I feel a little angry about it. I remove my blind fold and decided it head back to my room for a break but this guy follows me out of the dark room. he follows me to my door, this guy was actually good looking and young. I let him in and drop to my knees and slurp away. He seems pretty into me. I would def say I am a handsome guy who is in shape and young, and I feel like these are the guys I usually have sex with when im not cum dumping, so I don’t find it exciting but I service all men. me then me around and pounds away, he pounds and pounds and I hit the poppers and enter a new level of dumb cum dump bottom. He asks if he can cum in me which I find funny but I don’t laugh. I am so dumb and disassociated that I incoherently say ”yeah yeah please “ he pounds and pounds and hits my second hole which starts to hurt and then shoots me with what feels like the largest load of the night. he thanks me and leaves. at this point the poppers and cum have taken over. I open my door put on my blind fold and get in my knees in my room. someone enters and guides me blindfolded face to their cock, I reach and feel around and it’s clear this guy is a troll. I give him a very sensual and sloppy blow job and he busts so quickly in my mouth and leaves. I spit the cum out of my mouth and trying to shove it into my own hole. another guy come in and face fucks me and leave but doesn’t cum. I go back to the dark room. I suck some more but no cum, then I get on hands and knees and some fat Mexican guy breeds me. I am losing stamina at this point. It’s been 7 hours and in all honesty this night was a lot of fun but normally after all this time I have twice the amount of loads. i take a lap and notice it’s busy, i get into the sling and I only get fucked twice and no one cums in me. Some random red head fucks me agaisnt a wall and keeping stopping before he cums because he “just got there” I hate when guys do this. Like just cum. the guys are getting younger and hotter in the late night though and it’s getting competitive. i suck another dude in the theatre and he blow in my mouth and I decide to leave. But im disappointed in my load count. i decide to head to a bar where I know they allow fucking. I check out of the bath house and call an uber and when I hit down in the car, I feel the wetness against my pants and cummy hole. it’s an uncomfortable drive I’m not going to lie. I get to the bar and got to the bathroom and I noticed my pants have a huge wet stain in the back. From all the lube and cum. Not a good look. I decided to head to the bars dark corner where the crying happens and just pull my pants down. I lean against a wall. It’s not even that busy so it’s a ballsy mood. A guy stands next to me and says “wow just a jock, bold” I laugh and ignore him until he starts feeling my hole. he pulls out his cock and enters me and pounds away while the rest of the bar watches. I’m the only person here getting fucked. Everyone else’s is just jerking iff and playing cat and mouse. He exploded in me and cum falls out of my hole and splatters in the floor. I hear someone say “woof” then almost immediately this Indian guy come up behind me and slips in. My hole is easy to get into now. He pounds desperately. My hands are up over my head and pants on the floor with my shirt on and he pounds me like a teen ager in heat. he cums and pounds me slowly with each contraction. He pulls out and I lose more cum. I take a huge hit of poppers and feel another pair of hands. It’s dark but I don’t put on my blind fold cause I haven’t gotten that cold yet lol. Maybe once day. this paid off hands turn me around and starts to suck me off which I hate. Then I realize I know him. I don’t think he realizes this yet. he looks up and recognizes me. He used to be my boss when I bartended in the city a few years ago and we HATED each other and constantly bickered and not in a flirty way. I was not into him physically at all. he stared at me for a second longer and gets up and stares at me longer. It’s weird. I take a fat hit of poppers while not breaking eye contact and he turns me around quickly and shoves his cock in me. I always suspected he had a small cock and I was right. He fucks me relentlessly and I can’t tell whether I not he’s turned on by the situation or hates himself for it. Or just hates me. he hates fucks the short out of me and I love it. My poppered up hole is being used by a man I don’t like and knows me. Def going to spread rumors about me but I don’t care. I hit the poppers more and more. His hands are on my shoulders now and he poundsasay at my cummy hole. It’s loud and he pounds faster and faster and faster till he cums deep in my guts. I love it, he pull out slowly and quietly leave the corner and disappears into the bath room. I seen him later in the bar that night as he watches me suck some more cocks but we never speak. my last load is from this guy who seemed to be very into me but couldn’t get hard. I was a dumb popper oig at this point and as determined to get another load. I sucked and sucked and licked his balls and his hair nipples and even made out with him which I usually don’t do and he finally gets semi hard. he violently shoves his half hard cock in my hole and fucks me. His dick is getting harder and I become hopeful. he delivered his load after what felt like 20 minutes of fucking my in this bar. He thanks me “wow thank you. I needed that badly. “ I respond “ you’re welcome that’s what I am here for “ he tells me he has a boyfriend and they are not open and feel guilty. I let out a disingenuous “awww” and I pull my pants up and decide it’s time to go. I head home still disappointed in my load count. I get home and shower and got to sleep with a pussy full of loads, a decision I am regretting today and I regret every time. I think my next big thing is to take loads at a motel like a classic cum dump. My record is 20 all from bath houses + sex store glory holes. I really wanna get to 35. Will promise to post more of these soon.

(note, this story has challenged me but I omitted a few things that would interrupt the flow. I also tried to lay out as much as I could before my Ottawa Trip and hopeful loading at the end of the week. {Fingers and Toes Crossed}. I also tried to lay out enough to allow binge reading so that the end of the transmission is not reached before your orgasmic bliss). I also feel obligated (please do not hate me) to point out that the best way to enjoy a party is to NOT croak from an OD). That said, enjoy this latest load: 7-14-c Dr. Fardshisheh and Adam left Richard and Nurse Brukner to their task and went to the coffee shop in the Dr’s Medical Office Building. Over Coffee for the Doc and Tea for Adam the Doc broached some obvious problems and issues. “You know Adam, you have created a Monster. His walks on the wild side is going to get him into trouble”. Adam replied “Don’t I know it, things were much quieter when he was just a dumb straight jock”. I might have even become an Uncle! Little chance of that now”… I have seen this progression in others, but never this fast. Right now, he is a kid with a new toy and it’s unlikely he will ever stop playing with it. However, he is obviously on a road of discovery and who knows what will come of it? Adam responded that Richard with his only real experience as a Jock had never really had a relationship with a girl, and he certainly has not had time to develop one with a guy. His Pozzing Conversion video was a success, has he expressed any interest in doing more? If we box him in, he will bust out. If we create an attractive sand box maybe we can entice him to play within those boundaries and not cross the street? Adam responded, Doc, have you ever gotten sand in your pussy? You think he is agitated now? Sheesh! Doc said lets think on the issue, something might present itself. They returned to the exam room, RN Bruckner was just finishing up. Doc said “Richard? Can you hear me? Richard came out of his daze. This small but plug will not add to the damage, but will help keep you from leaking in public he said as he was inserting the plug in Richard’s sloppy hole. Now lift your legs out of the stirrups and as I did, RN Brukner slipped a thong over my feet and up my legs. Raise your ass please, lets get the strap in your crack to keep the plug in. It’s important to let the medication do its work. You do not need sutures but if you continue down this path, I will have to sew your ass shut. As I laughed Doc continued you don’t think I am serious? Try me! Adam note some of the old Richard’s startled concern flashed over his face. Great, he is still in there,,,, On the way home, Adam commented it’s just as well you do not own a car, what the fuck did you do to your bike? ‘Lost the seat I mumbled’. ‘Lost it up your ass’? Adam asked. Richard tried a stern look but then both brothers broke out laughing. I ordered you a new one Adam said, the delivery prediction is correct, it will be here tomorrow. You are going to take it easy tomorrow, and we will see if anything presents itself. Doc and Nurse Bruckner want us back tomorrow – with the plug and medicines in you. Doc said he will know if you cheat and I believe him. After some tossing and turning, I was frustrated by the small plug in my ass. Wondering just how serious Doc was with his warning, I did not what to find out what he would actually do. But still, the plug was just almost pushing my button. I went to my weight bent, angled the backrest, rolled up a towel bicycle seat style longways and settled the crack of my ass over the lump. MMMM, much better. I drifted off to a dream filled slumber. RICHARD! I startled awake! Mom said “I’ve been calling you” That athletic supporter is indecent, anyway come and get breakfast. Adam said you have not been eating right and I know you have been under the weather. I pulled on some basketball shorts and tank top. Adam was emerging from his room with a look of alarm then relief. Looks like you both overslept! Breakfast is on the table. As I sat and started scooping some cut fruit bits onto my plate. Mom said ‘you have changed’, what have you done with my son? No Bacon? she laughed then asked, Still feeling under the weather? I’ve got to go to work, you boys have fun. As soon as he left, Adam said find your flipflops, lets go. I said who made you boss kid brother? Doc did I answered and unless you want to explain your county health record to your scholarship coordinator and coach, I suggest we get going. As they neared the Dr’s Office Complex, Adam noted that Richard had perked up and almost looked eager. Back in the stirrups, Doc removed the thong and plug. It looks like you have been a good boy. Let’s flush this all out and repack you. Nurse Bruckner stepped up with a bedpan and bulb. Adam said to me and Doc, I have an errand but I’ll be back. Richard was well lubed even after the flush but as Nurse Bruckner was thrusting, he felt a squeeze in Richard’s Ass and the condom snapped. A wink and a smile told the Nurse Richard was OK, but the break was no accident. He put on a heavier duty condom before continuing. Meanwhile, Adam was over at Burt’s smoking a bowl and asking if he had any pozzing conversion parties planned. As a matter of fact, I was thinking Rush Week and Break Week. Rush Week, all the Frat Boys are playing with their Greek Paddles, but the male student body at large is looking to get wild as well. Same for Fall and Spring Breaks. How about a video party? I need to keep Richard out of bad trouble and if we mark different wristbands or better yet collars, people can pre-decide if they want to be in the video for some fame and a cut, or they can opt out with a different color. What do you think? Burt thought for a bit, I have some warehouse space that can be used. Let’s get some lists of todo items. When should we have it? The sooner the better said Adam, but I think we can wait till Rush Week. Back in the stirrups, Richard was getting his plug and thong back. After the condom snap, Richard was able to wriggle and get some prostate rubs which resulted in a happy ending for Richard, a sphincter clutch from Richard, and from his expression, Nurse Bruckner was not displeased about it either. The orgasm did include a scratch feeling inside my piss tube but I thought nothing of it. Adam was not back yet, and Richard told Doc, you said I had been a good boy, do I really need to wait for Adam? Well, your CD4 is better, your IV Retrovirals and meds seem to have everything under control, but no unprotected sex! I took the bus home and saw that my bike seat had been delivered. I put it in the friction clamp and everything was fine. Still in basketball shorts, tank top, thong flipflops and an accessory butt plug on the inside I went for a ride. I remembered I had not stretched and stopped. After a proper round of flexes, I continued up to my favorite trail and found myself by the Park Toilets. I was repeating a mantra of beagoodboy, beagoodboy, beagoodboy as I went inside for a drink and a pee. This time, I took my seat with!!! Nurse Bruckner had not milked me dry because of the happy hands free ending I had while he was packing me. A few boring pstronds came in to simply use the facilities. I was in the center stall, then my Twink came in. My heart beat faster, yes, he came into the left stall with the larger hole. I rubbed two fingers on the edge and his hard cock came through. I started sucking it like I was going to detach it. He was saying easy but seemed to be getting into the vacuum chamber of my Skull Catching. I was rewarded with his salty cream filling, and when he was done spurting and I paused suckling, he turned around and bent over. I took a sniff (musky) and a lick, and realized my slut training had its gaps and omissions. Confronted with a beautiful pucker, I drove my tongue inside and wrapped my Mouth O ring around his Pucker O ring in a passionate French Kiss with my tongue delving deeper. The gasps and purring on the other side of the wall were music to my ears, I found even with the huge nut I had shot before had me hard, so I stood up and shoved my dick home. The pleased sounds from the other side were driving me into rougher and faster thrusts. I was thinking Topping is great, then I remembered Doc, and I asked him if he wanted me to pull out or rubber up? He yelled BREED ME! I shot the entire contents of my balls which felt like it included a pack of jumbled razor blades. I howled and pulled out. As my Twink was saying thanks for that, I was saying great gottago. And hurried out of the stall, grabbed my bike, adjusted the seat, and zoomed home getting a real leg day in. The seat action on my plug was giving my plug a push into my love button and causing a stream of ball dregs and pre to ooze out which felt like more razor blades shaving the inside of my dick. Arriving home, I left the thong on but took an ice cold shower, opened the pouch, and felt some relief. I noticed some dregs of something still oozing out of my piss slit. I tried the hot tub.. Agony! Back to the shower, some relief. Adam found me butt on the side seat, legs in the hot tub, crotch out of the water trying to look innocent. You been good? I nodded. Adam continued – I am sorry Bro, you were pushed into the deep end past the dancing, hanging out, all the non-sex gay stuff that can make a gayboy happy even when his balls are drained or his ass is full. Will you let me help you with this as you start college? I nodded, and then an actual guilty but sincere trigger prompted me to say Adam? Yes? I Love you. During the next days packing session, Nurse Bruckner brought my discomfort and discharge to the Doc’s attention. Lets add in a binary antibiotic, we will have to gang bang this infection. More treatments followed as summer always seems to speed up towards the end. My cock and ass were back to normal. I still was Horney all the time and the Doc had speculated this might be neurological or phycological. Making up for lost time wasting effort on girls when I was obviously not suited for straight life. He said you might even have girlfriends, but they will simply be friends. There is more to life than swapping body fluids and getting high… As I started college, the scholarship director said even though I was local, Coach wanted the new team members in the dorms. It was easier to note curfew compliance, comradery, and getting to know teammates as friends. Surprise, Ted was on the team and Curly (his real name was Nathan) was a constant cheering section. Surprisingly Jeff Bruckner was also often there. When schedules permitted. Nathan had promised not to flash me and distract me from a play, but post game, everything was fair play. Nathan and Ted had also outrun the overweight campus security guard, his cart was definitely not built for rough terrain pursuit. Rush Week approached. I was voluntold by Adam and Burt that my medication vacation services were required for a pozzing conversion party at the warehouse district. I abstained from sex for a week and Burt also hooked me up with Viagra plus favors. As the poarty started the countdown, I was at maximum, Burt had balanced out a Goldilocks load of G, Tinapipe, booty Bump, and Viagra. I had a full load of toxic spooge and an itch to seed. Everyone agreed that they understood the rules. Pink collars were Bare Boys who were not looking for Poz and for the color blind the collar also had the glowing reflection from black lightning. For POZ and anything Goes, Orange was the flavor of the month. There was a ground level wall with gloryholes and cutouts for full padded benches where pozquesters were on their backs with their legs strapped to the wall presenting ass and groin. There were also fuckbenches where pozquesters would be on their stomach with ass to the hole. There was a balcony on construction stage scoffolds that had the stage floor height at just the right height where the gloryhole slot was at mouth level for someone standing upright on the main level while the upper level guest was also in a standing position. The raised floor of the stage also allowed predators to shop for prey and victims from a comfortable vantage point. There were slings of course, but there was no easy solution for sling lizards. I fucked and recharged, Fucked and recharged. There was also a watersports area, but I was trying to not flush too much of the good stuff out of my system. I was finishing up what I thought would be my last fuck of the night with a tight ass in a large round glory hole. The pig was squealing and I was going to town and blew the last of my available deathseed into the sweet ass, then I shouted take my chem piss you slut! The pig pulled off abruptly spun around and popped up and said Richard? DAD!right at that time my troll rounded the wall and asked hey Hollywood, How’s it Hanging? From the other partition, Twink popped up and said, Hey! You gave me Gono! Adam swears it was not a setup, but he got the whole Kodak moment on video (the little shit)! (not the end)

I went live on Sniffies around six. Posted a clean pic—face out, just my ass bent forward, pink and relaxed, open and waiting. Caption said what I needed: “Collecting loads. Don’t ask. Just show up.” I wanted to feel it stretch. I wanted to hold more than I could keep. The first guy messaged fast. 29, Dominican, working nearby. Said he needed to dump before going home. His cock was out as he walked in—nine and a half inches, thick, hard, cut, with that heavy, quiet intensity that makes you brace before it’s even inside. He didn’t speak. Just stepped behind me, rubbed the head over my hole, spit, and pushed in. That stretch hit deep and fast—my body trying to keep up. He grunted and started fucking. No mercy. “Been holding this since lunch,” he said, pounding with full weight. “I’m not leaving with it.” His load came hard. Full-body grip. Deep pulses. I felt it coat me inside, then settle. I stayed still. Plugged nothing. I didn’t want to close. I wanted to stack. Second guy hit me on BBRT. Older. Said he was close. “Still leaking?” he asked. “I want to feel that.” I told him to come. He arrived, stripped, lined up, and slid in. His cock curved left, thick through the middle. The warmth of the first load let him in easy—but I clenched. I wanted to keep it. “Goddamn,” he said. “I can feel him in there.” He started to grind. Slow. Deliberate. Every stroke stirred the first load but nothing spilled yet. I was full—but still sealing it. He pressed in deep and came with a groan. His load was heavier. I felt it coat the first. No leaking—just weight. I held. Barely. The third knocked just as I was catching my breath. Pale, redhead, uncut cock already hard. Said nothing when he came in. Just saw me on the bed, still open, and got between my legs. He slid in slow, his cock stirring the two loads already inside me. “You’re so full,” he whispered. “Let me be the one who breaks you.” He started to fuck deep. My body shook. I was holding it. Every thrust made the pressure climb. My breath got short. He kissed my neck. “Let it go.” And then I did... The moment he started to come, I felt it spill. His cock pumped inside me and I couldn’t hold anything back—heat slid down my balls, wet across my inner thighs. I moaned. My hole still tried to clench, but the volume broke through. All of it. Stacked loads, now flooding out in waves. He stayed deep, twitching as his cum joined the rest. When he pulled out, I rolled to my side. My cunt was still pulsing. My thighs slick. I could feel it all still moving inside me.

Yesterday at the bathhouse I got fucked 3 times and took 2 loads plus 1 down my throat. One of my tops was a tatted up muscle dude with a very thick cock, he came in my room and turned off the lights and proceeded to fuck me hard. He didn’t talk at all just fucked me, love that, then shoved in very deep and seeded me plus finished the last cum splash on my ass.

Bret was nervous when he got inside and saw all the men dressed as senior army staff, but Grant came over and put him at ease. He got us both a drink and encouraged us over to chat to the other men a bit, and then he came back a while later with a load of uniform for Bret to wear. I went with Bret while he changed in a side room, helping him get everything straight given there was no mirror. He looked fucking incredible in the dress uniform, something I’d only seen him wearing in a photo. “Fucking handsome bruv” I said, when we were all done. “Thanks” he said, blushing. I leaned up and kissed him, then gathered his other clothes and we went back out. He was given another drink and a chance for a couple of cigarettes, before things got underway. Grant encouraged him just to be natural, and I watched Bret’s face as he mumbled to himself a little bit to prepare. But when things started off he was actually really good, behaving just like a well-trained soldier would. He walked right, stared straight ahead right, saluted right, and did what his ‘superior officers’ commanded of him. They started with him sucking them all off as they stood in a line, and I got so fucking horny seeing by big brother doing that. He then worked his way back down the line of men, rimming each of them as they bent over in front of him. As the final part of the warm-up, they had him remove his trousers over the boots, and bend over so they could each have a go rimming or fingering him. I was really fucking impressed with Bret, as he kept a straight face throughout even though he must have wanted to moan or something. I reckoned he must have trained really hard in the army to not react to stuff, but also thought he was probably really fucking good at it even compared to the rest of the battalion. He was put on all fours on a mat for the first round of fucking, and he did really well just taking it while still staring straight ahead and occasionally shouting “Sir yes Sir!” in response to any question about whether he liked them fucking his arse. The only time I saw him react at all was when a guy with a horse dick pushed into him, and even then it was just a little clenching of his jaw. Once the guy was in him, his face went back to how it had been, and he took the fucking like a pro. I got so fucking hot and horny thinking about him actually doing shit like this at the barracks before he got caught. They moved on to spit-roasting him doggy-style, and again he was fucking excellent. He worked each cock in his mouth like it was all he was doing, not reacting at all to the pounding he was taking at the other end. He never gagged once, not even when the horse dick was pushed into his throat, something I knew would have made me heave no matter how fucking hard I tried to swallow it properly. Once they had all had a go with his hole or mouth in that position, he was put on his back for the final part as each man fucked and bred him, some shooting inside and others onto his hole before they thrust back in. He dutifully yelled “thank you Sir!” as each load was dropped in him, while just staring up at the ceiling. After a break for drinks and cigarettes, they had him remove all his clothes except the boots and hat. Men took it in turns to lie on their backs on the mat, and Bret rode each and every cock to a second orgasm as his own erect dick stood to attention. Sometimes guys went over to have him suck them off a bit while he bounced up and down, but most of the time it was just him riding those cocks, his muscles flexing like crazy. This time I saw his face crack only once again, when he briefly looked completely lost in pleasure as he bounced up and down on the horse cock. I was fucking envious, and hoped that guy might want to keep his dick warm inside me when we were on another break. I didn’t get that chance though, as he chose to keep it plugged inside Bret when everyone stopped for another drink and smoke, with Bret’s face telling me he was flexing his arse muscles a bit to squeeze on the huge dong inside him. For the third scene, the superior officers gave him a shouty dressing down for having been caught in a cupboard getting fucked by another soldier, and made him bend over a sling so they could paddle him a bit before they all fucked him again. He took it all without reacting, other than shouting thanks and apologies to his senior officers when commanded. Bret had been fucked senseless all day, but he never showed any signs of his hole getting tired or his buttocks getting sore, and I was so fucking proud of him. When they were finally done with the last round of breeding, Bret was put on the floor kneeling with his arms behind his back. The men all took turns pissing or spitting on him, before the one playing the most senior officer barked that he was a disgrace and now dishonourably discharged from the army. Bret was filmed walking naked out of the barracks wearing only his boots, cum liberally dripping from his hole as he went, and then it was all over. “You were fucking amazing young man” said Grant, after Bret had come back into the room. “Thanks” said Bret, rubbing his tender bottom after the paddling. “That is going to be a big hit” Grant continued. “I can’t wait to film your pozzing gangbang sequel.” Bret blushed a bit, and glanced over at me. “I’ve already been taking poz loads” he said to Grant, quite quietly. “Oh, I know” Grant responded, smiling. “Most of them today were poz too. Doesn’t matter if you convert before we film, just don’t go and get a trampstamp like your slutty brothers until after we’re done, OK?” “Yes sir” said Bret, looking quite wide eyed as he looked round at the other men as they drank and smoked. “They were poz too?” “Most of them, yes” said Grant. “You’ll be one of us in no time boy, don’t you worry.” After a hose was used by a couple of the guys to clean off all the piss and spit from Bret’s skin and hair, I took him off to the side room to get him dried and dressed. “You OK?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “Enjoyed that actually. Just didn’t know they were poz.” “Most of Grant’s guys are” I said. “Only some of them have tatts though.” “Oh” said Bret. “Thought it was something everyone did who got pozzed.” “Nah” I said, chuckling. “So you don’t have to once it’s done.” “Fuck that” he replied, smiling. “I’m gonna be fucking covered in that ink.” He finished up getting dressed, then we went out and said goodbye before leaving. I got us an Uber for the journey home, before we went out to the Dragon for a drink before closing. Brian said he was happy to have a lock-in for me if I helped clean up after, so we ended up staying for a few. Bret quietly started telling me about the tattoos he was thinking of getting once he converted, including big biohazards on his pecs and biceps, and a giant scorpion on his back. I told him I also wanted something on my torso, but was still waiting for Grant to line us up with his own artist. That reminded me to message him about it which I did there and then, also noting Bret wanted a load of designs. We then finished up a final shot of rum each, before Bret helped me stack all the chairs and stools, clean off the last few tables and run a mop around. We went back to find Dad still out at his rehab, and Kieron and Kane yelling as they fucked like crazy in their room. Bret chuckled at them, and then steered us both into our room. He stripped naked and lay down on his bed with his back to me, and I slid in behind him and pushed my cock inside. I wrapped my arm around him, and he kissed my hand as he squeezed my cock. “I love you little bruv” he whispered. “I love you too big bruv” I whispered back. I fucked him gently until I blew, kissing his back and neck the whole time. Without withdrawing, I then dozed off against him, knowing he was already asleep from his gentle breathing. Maybe this estate wasn’t so bad after all…

I had agreed with Grant to try to make things work around my other jobs, as even though I’d be pulling in loads of money from the sex and porn, I realised I kind of liked working. Nisa could be boring but I liked Clive and knew he’d have my back if I ever needed it unlike Dad. I really liked working at the Dragon, particularly with how I now knew Stan and Winston. Grant was happy with doing things less frequently with me, saying that “little and often” might work for earning big money off my videos while the regular viewers got a steady stream of content featuring my brothers. My first solo session was at an apartment even posher than Grant’s, with a load of really hunky middle aged men wearing fancy suits. Grant said he wanted to drive me there himself, so I had gone by his place first. When I arrived there and he’d got me a rum and coke, he said he had something for me that he didn’t want to give me when my brothers were around. As I sat outside on his balcony, wearing the suit he’d hired for me, he came out with a posh paper bag like the other one. He took out two boxes and put them on the table, before chucking the bag back inside. “Go on” he said. I reached for one of them and opened it, revealing an amazing chunky Tissot watch. “Wow” I said. “It’s yours” he said. “What?!” I asked. “These guys tonight might want you regularly” he said, “so I want you to look the part.” I took out the watch and put it on, and though it was too loose, it looked and felt incredible. “I’ll get my tools to tighten that in a minute” Grant said. “Open the other box.” I slid the watch off my wrist and put it on the table, before picking up the other box and opening it. Inside was a silver bracelet that basically matched the chain I was wearing under the suit but was a bit wider and thicker. “Fuck me” I said, lifting it out and feeling how heavy it was. “Put it on” Grant said, smiling at me. I did as he instructed, putting it on my other wrist and shaking my arm a bit. “Fuck me” I said again. “Well button your cuff round it” said Grant, “so it only comes out when they strip you later. But the rest of the time, it’s yours to wear how you like.” “That is too much money mate” I said. “Not at all” he replied. “You’re going to make me a lot of money, and I want you being dressed like a star.” He went inside to get his stuff while I just sat there jangling the bracelet, and occasionally picking up the watch to gaze at it. He came back out with a couple of little tools, and then with a bit of trial and error we got the right number of links removed to make it fit properly. He threw the links into the watch box so I could put them back in if my wrists got thicker as I worked on muscling up, and then he got me to re-do my cuffs so the watch and bracelet were hidden. Satisfied I was now ready, he took me off to the other apartment. Where my brothers were just taken places and fucked, Grant wanted to try out some storylines and scenarios with my videos, so this one was all set around me being the new graduate recruit having his first social night with the partners. We didn’t really have lines or anything, but I was quite comfortable acting naturally in my ‘role’, and we only had to do that for a bit before everyone stripped and it became about gangbanging my hole. Grant decided to just make my status part of it, with the ‘partners’ being the ones taking a risk by dipping their cocks into me. The men were all actually poz or undetectable, but the only one who had any ink confirming that just wore a vest to cover it up so that it could be marketed as a load of neg guys fucking a poz cumdump. It was an awesome night, and I loved all the compliments I got from the other guys about my face, body and bling during the breaks. The lead guy, whose apartment this was and who was actually fucking loaded, even drove me home in his BMW after confirming he was now tee-total so hadn’t been drinking champagne all night like the others. I managed not to bottle out of wearing my new accessories the next day, and while Kane looked a bit jealous when he saw me, Kieron winked and told me I looked even fucking hotter. I liked that he and I in particular were so much closer now, with all the shit I used to endure now in the past. We had so much in common, and knowing everything we didn’t have to waste any energy with trying to be macho to cover things up. Kane was coming around too, though could still send me surly barbs sometimes. If he did it more than a couple of times, Kieron took him off to their bedroom and then Kane would be nicer after, so I guessed blasting a quick load into his twin is all he needed to be a decent guy. The pub staff and regulars all commented on my new look, whilst Stan and Winston found it really hot meaning I got more loads out of them that week than normal. I really liked having sex with them, but also talking to them between all that. I realised they had always sort of looked out for us boys as they knew from the pub what Dad could be like, including once punching his lights out and then with Brian’s help locking him in the broom cupboard overnight when we were younger because he looked like he might be taking things out on us when he got home. I actually cried a little bit when they said that they were always there for the three of us, particularly me, especially if anything happened to him. Dad himself commented on my bling, but he didn’t seem as concerned as he had been about K&K. He was spiralling a bit again, so was drunk or passed out most of the time. When he had been through a sobering up period he was good to be around, but otherwise we all just preferred him like this as he was easier to avoid than when he was in that semi-drunk always-angry phase he would go through which sometimes felt like it lasted forever. It kind of sucked, but for the first time I felt like it was not only not my problem, but also that other people I trusted had my back, including for once my twin brothers. Dad was down at his normal rock bottom when Bret suddenly came home. He wasn’t supposed to be on leave yet, and he was really sullen. Him being back in the room we shared was fucking awful, and now having to worry about someone else being in the house was seriously cramping my style. I made out like I had a girlfriend which is who I spent nights with, which he seemed to doubt but K&K backed me up so he let it go. That allowed me to just spend most nights in Stan and Winston’s bed, which suited me as I liked sleeping there in between them on that huge mattress, getting fucked plenty of course as well. K&K even started coming over to hang out sometimes, finding Bret was dragging them down with his mood and anger at home. The twins revealed to Stan and Winston that their relationship was now sexual, which the men found as hilarious as it was horny. They asked to watch once, and then said K&K could come by and use their guest room sometimes now that it was risky to do at home with Bret. We put up with this for a few weeks, but Bret had said nothing about when he was going back and we started to think something was up. We decided to get him drunk on something that might make him chatty rather than angry, opting for pitchers of Pimm’s down at the pub on a warm day. It did the job, and he eventually told us he’d been discharged and wouldn’t be going back. Kieron really pressed him on it until he quietly admitted he was gay and had been caught getting fucked by one of his battalion mates in the utility room at the barracks. That so-called mate had outed loads of the others there as guys who used Bret regularly, basically throwing everyone else under the bus to reduce his own punishment. All the revelations had outed Bret as the local cumdump, and every fucker who had used him managed to make out like he had come on to them. He’d been dishonourably discharged while the other men who had been fucking him just got reprimands. Bret was crying by the time he finished whispering his story, getting a few looks from the other people sitting outside the pub. We took him back home, and got him sat down on Kieron’s bed where he glumly stared at the floor. Kane dug out a bottle of whisky he hid from Dad, and poured us all shots. “Bro” said Kieron, after we’d all taken a couple of sips. “We’re all gay too.” “What?” Bret asked, his head darting up. “Yep” I said. “We’re all gay, and we all get fucked.” Bret just looked around the three of us in turn, with wide eyes and an open mouth. “Not kidding” said Kane. “Taken me fucking ages to admit it, but I’m fucking gay too.” Kieron slid over next to his twin and put his arm round him. With Bret gawping at them, Kieron turned his head and kissed Kane on the side of the head. “Oh, and those two are fucking each other” I said. “Or at least Kane is fucking Kieron.” “What the fuck?!” Bret yelled. “What can I say?” Kane said, turning to face his twin. “K’s got a great arse.” Bret stared at them, then turned to me. He knocked back the rest of his whisky in one gulp, and then held his glass out as I grabbed the bottle to pour him another. He knocked that one back too, so I poured him a third. “Do you want the rest of it too?” I asked. “Nah, I’ll throw up if I drink all that” he said. “I meant the story” I said. “There’s more?” he squealed. I looked at him, and then at the twins. I then turned around and lifted up the back of my vest to reveal my trampstamp. Kieron and Kane stepped apart from each other and followed my lead. “What the fuck do those mean?” Bret asked. I took a deep breath. “It means that we’re poz” I said, as I lowered my top and turned back round face him. “Poz?” he asked. “HIV positive” said Kieron. “What?!” said Bret. “Yeah” said Kane. “We all got pozzed.” “Fuck me” Bret muttered, knocking back his third glass of whisky. “We do videos” I said. “Gangbangs, mostly. Turns out the guys were mostly poz.” “You do porn?” he asked. “How did you think we could afford all this bling?” Kane asked, lifting up the bigger chain with the scorpion pendant he had bought recently. “Thought you was dealing” said Bret, somehow finding a chuckle in him. “That’s what Dad reckoned too” I said. “Sent me out to follow these two, which is how I found out about the porn. Got them to get me into it.” “Fucking hell” said Bret. “It’s fucking awesome” I continued. “Loads of money, loads of cock.” Bret coughed when I said that, but I could see his dick hardening in his shorts. I suggested we leave it there for that night and go to bed, and Bret nodded while looking completely overwhelmed. He and I went off to our room, which was really stuffy as he had not opened the window or closed the curtains after he got up so the sun had been on it all afternoon. I sorted all of that, with us just going to bed with the curtain open, and then stripped down and lay down on top of my duvet with my back to Bret’s bed. After a few minutes I could hear he was wanking, and I just found myself pushing my arse back a bit towards him. I wasn’t really thinking straight when I did that, just acting on instinct or something, but he noticed it. I heard his feet hit the ground and then he was suddenly climbing onto my bed behind me. He poked a finger in my hole, and then I heard him spit into his hand. His cock was then at my hole, and I moved my arm down to lift up my leg and give him better access as I pushed back on him while he slid in. “Bruv, I’m poz” I whispered. “Don’t fucking care” he growled into my ear, before starting to thrust in me. Earlier I had taken a monumentally quick load from Stan in the pub toilets while I was there with my brothers, so there was some lube in my hole at least. It turned me on that my taller, hunkier, negative older brother was fucking my poz hole with a poz load in it, and I kind of knew at that point that we had him. Grant was going to get to add a fourth brother to his roster. Bret fucked me like a rabbit and came in no time, but he didn’t pull out and go back to his bed. I fell asleep with him lightly snoring in my ear, and was woken again at some point in the night when he began thrusting again. He lasted longer this time, and then fell asleep again after depositing a second load in me. Most surprising was when daylight streaming in woke us both up early, and despite him having sobered up, he still set to fucking me for a third time. After blowing in me again, he got up and closed the curtains, before going for a quick piss and then coming back to flop down on his own bed. I looked over at him, and then decided to make a move. I went over and lay down on his bed against his back, and as I put my arm around his body he moved his own to clasp hand. He pulled it round so I was hugging him tightly, and we went back to sleep with me pressed up against him, my dick resting in his crack. I knew better than to try anything, and to be honest was just so overwhelmed by the intimacy I had experienced with my older brother throughout that night. Bret was quite quiet for the next few days, but was at least doing more now. He started coming to the outdoor gym with me, and I followed his lead on a new routine that I hoped might accelerate bulking me up to look more like him. We slept together at night, with me normally taking at least two of his neg loads in my poz hole, and always ending with him being the little spoon in a tender embrace. I kept Stan and Winston satisfied during breaks at the Dragon, and they were actually very happy to hear that Bret was coming to terms with things and was no longer the bully brother he had been to me for most of my life. On the Monday night I had to go off and do another shoot for Grant, this time playing a wannabe white rapper who gets taken down a peg by some record executives, and Bret was actually a bit upset about me going. That night though, when Grant brought me back, Bret ploughed his cock into my hole and kept it there until morning. I told him I was full of poz cum, but he didn’t care or maybe it even turned him on. Tuesday night was when everything shifted again. I got back from the Dragon a little later than normal, as Stan and Winston had hung around until after closing as they both needed another go on my arse behind the bins. When I did get back, Bret was leaning out of the kitchen window smoking a cigarette, something I hadn’t seen him do since he returned from the army. “You OK?” I asked, going over to light one up myself. “Yeah” he said, taking a deep inhale while looking in my eyes. “I just…” “What?” I asked, after he had gone silent. “I, er…” he began. “You get fucked today?” “Yeah, Stan and Winston at my break, and again just now” I replied. “You like being fucked by those old men?” he asked. “Yeah, I do” I said. “Why?” He didn’t say anything, just taking a last inhale of his cig before chucking the butt in the mug he’d put on the windowsill. He went over to the fridge and took out a beer, cracking it open and taking a couple of big gulps. He put it down on the top of the fridge, and then turned to me. “Dad’s out all night” he said. “Oh?” I replied. “The fucker punched a guy in the betting shop, so the police have thrown him in a cell to sober up” he said. “Justin came by to tell us.” Justin had been one of Bret’s school friends, and was now one of the policemen who were always out at the estate sorting some shit out. He was actually a good guy, having grown up on the Ballard, still living here actually, so he knew how to do his job without pissing everyone off. “How is Justin?” I asked. “Fucking hot” said Bret. “But married.” “Shame” I said, smiling. “Yeah” he sighed, before looking down at the floor. “You OK?” I asked. Bret took a deep breath, and then looked up at me. “Luke, I want you to fuck me tonight” he said. I stared at him, before taking a last inhale of my own cigarette and discarding the butt in the mug. “I’m poz” I said. “I know” he replied. “Bruv” I said, “if I fuck you, the chance of you getting it are much higher than when you fuck me, even if your dick is dipping in other guys’ poz loads in there.” “I know” he said again. He walked back over to me, grabbing my cigarettes off the windowsill and lighting another. “I want you to fuck me though” he said. “Then I want Kane and Kieron to fuck me. Then I want all those old men to fuck me. But I want you to do it first.” “You do?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “Fuck this. I like fucking you, but I need a cock in me again. That’s what I love.” “It doesn’t have to be my cock though” I said. “You’re a fucking stud Bret, you could get any man. Even Justin probably.” “I don’t care” he said. “All I can fucking think about is you three getting fucked and pozzed by all these guys, and I fucking want it too.” “You sure?” I asked. “If so, Grant will fucking love you.” “Whatever” he said. “I’ll do the films and shit, but tonight I just need you to be the one to fuck me.” We stared at each other as he finished his cigarette, and then after he stubbed it out he leaned over to me and kissed me on the lips. “Please baby bruv” he whispered, “take me to bed and fuck my arse.” I could not fight it anymore, so I just smiled at him and nodded. We went to our room and stripped naked, and then he surprised me by standing right in front of me and lifting my head to kiss me properly for a couple of minutes. He then leaned down and started kissing my neck, briefly making out with my chain a bit. “Gonna get me one of these” he whispered, causing me to chuckle. He made his way down my torso, before getting on his knees and licking my cock. He took it into his mouth and swirled it around, sucking but not swallowing it, and then came off and licked along the underside. When he got to my balls he licked those too. “Want as many loads as these bad boys can give me” he whispered. This time I didn’t chuckle, as he had got me properly heated up and, for the first time ever, I seriously wanted to plough my cock into a hole. Yeah, I was a complete cumdump bottom, but my hunky older brother begging me to fuck his negative arse had brought out the dormant top in me. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back towards his bed, which he clambered up onto and lay on his back. He lifted his legs as I moved over to him. “Just fucking plough it in bruv” he said. I did as he commanded, pointing my dick at his twitching hole and firmly pushing forward until I was all the way inside of him. His eyes were wide and staring into mine, and I kept them locked on as I began to thrust. He held his legs open for me until I shifted position and leaned forward, at which point he moved his hands to grip hold of my chain. “Fucking rail me little bruv” he growled. “You like that?” I growled. “I fucking love it” he moaned. “Your neg hole loves my poz cock, doesn’t it big bruv?” I said. “Oh fuck yeah” he groaned. “Fucking fuck my neg hole with your toxic pole.” “You fucking want a poz load in there too, don’t you?” I growled. “No, my hole fucking wants more than one of your poz loads!” he yelled. The fuck was rough, animal and verbal throughout. I had not topped a guy ever and had only been with a few girls, but the way my stud of an older brother looked at me I knew I was actually damn good at this. I fucked him senseless, and he took every inch of what I had to give. When I finally got close, he yanked my chain even harder. “Fucking breed me bruv!” he yelled. “Fucking poz that hole!” “Here it comes!” I growled, before slamming in and unloading in him. With Bret still pulling on my chain, I collapsed onto him and he lowered his legs. He put his arms round me, and I felt him kiss the top of my head. “That was fucking awesome baby bruv” he whispered. “Yeah it was” I panted in response. “I just fucked my big bruv.” “And your big bruv loved it” he said, stroking my head. We lay there until I had recovered, and then hauled ourselves up to go into the kitchen for some water. We lit up cigarettes by the window, and just stood in silence looking at each other, smiling, and sipping our waters. Bret then replaced them with cold beers, and we continued to get our energy back while enjoying the breeze coming through the window. As we drank our last sips of beer, I made to start going to the fridge for more when Bret suddenly leaned against the windowsill, stuck out his arse, and wiggled it at me as he fixed me with a cheeky grin. “Fuck me again baby bruv” he said. “Fuck me right here.” I did not hesitate for a moment, going round to stand behind him. His hole was gaping a little and still dripping, so I just pressed my cock onto it and pushed. He spread his legs wider to lower himself a bit, arching his back as I slid inside him. Once in, I held in place and looked up at his head, taking in my gorgeous brother and the view out to the estate beyond. “Breed me again bruv” he said. I gripped his hips and began to thrust, being more steady and gentle this time. He let out little moans of enjoyment, but also seemed happy for this to be a longer, gentler fuck than the first one. After I’d been inside him for a few minutes he lit up a couple of cigarettes and then passed one back to me, which I put between my lips and puffed on as I fucked him. I could sort of see his face reflected in the glass of the open window, enjoying seeing him taking puffs and otherwise having a relaxed, happy expression on his face. “I fucking love having you inside me” he said, quite softly. “I love being in you” I replied. “I missed you baby bruv” he said, before looking back at me. “Sorry I was such a shit to you sometimes.” I smiled at him, feeling really close to him. “That’s OK” I said, slowing my thrusting a little. “No” he said. “Me, Kane and Kieron were cunts to you all the time. I’m sorry.” “You’re forgiven” I said. “You promise?” he asked. “Yeah” I said, “that’s the fucking past, but in the fucking present my cock is inside my big bruv so it’s all good.” He smiled back at me. “It is all fucking good” he said. “You’re finally fucking your big homo soldier brother, and he fucking loves it.” I started thrusting again, going faster this time, and he began to moan, groan and egg me on. By the time I blew a second poz load in him, he was begging for it again. “I love you baby bruv” he whispered to me, as held me in a hug afterwards and nuzzled my hair with his nose. “I love you too big bruv” I said. “Are Kane and Kieron really fucking?” he asked. “Like fucking rabbits” I replied, chuckling. He laughed out loud, and then we just stood there in silence for a few minutes. He then pulled back, and slid down into one of the kitchen chairs. He hadn’t blown during the second fuck and his cock was still hard, so I went over to him and slid onto his lap facing him. I pushed myself up and then reached behind me to grip his cock, and as he realised what I was doing he slid his body down a bit. I positioned the cock to my hole, and then slowly slid down on it until it was buried inside me. We looked into each other’s eyes, before I leaned in and planted my lips on his. Our lips stayed locked together as he started to make gentle thrusts into me, and all the way through his orgasm a few minutes later. He was little spoon again that night in bed, but this time with my cock buried inside him. I put three more of my poz loads in his neg hole by morning, including one occasion in the early hours when I carried on gently thrusting into him even as we heard Kane and Kieron coming home as quietly as they could from their latest gangbang. The next day it was a real wrench to get out of bed as I loved being wrapped up with my big studly brother, but I had a shift at Nisa to get to. He gave me a deep kiss before he let me get up, and then whispered to me he was going to ask Kane and Kieron to fuck him too, but that he wanted to sleep with me at night. I told him that was fine as he sounded like he was asking for my permission, and then I headed off. When I came back after my shift Dad was home and tried to give me a bit of grief about my chains, but I ignored him and changed out of my uniform into some normal clothes I could also wear at the pub later. I went back out and headed for the park, where I took a couple of quick loads at the gloryhole before my phone buzzed with a message from Bret. I wiped myself clean, pulled up my trousers and then walked back to the estate, finding the alley down the side of the laundrette and realising that I had never been all the way down it. At the end was a turn round the back, where there was a shitload of fly-tipped crap. Beyond that was a set of stairs down to the fire exit out of the old nightclub, and that is where I found all three of my brothers. Bret had his shorts down and a cap on backwards, bent over between the twins as Kane fucked him and Kieron got a blowjob. “Hey bruv” said Kieron, looking up and me and smiling. “Hey” I said. “Hear you broke him in last night” he said. “Justin fucking broke me in years a-fucking-go” growled Bret, after letting Kieron’s cock fall from his mouth. “Tetchy little bottom” said Kieron, looking down and holding his cock up for Bret to resume sucking. “I fucking meant baby bruv here gave you your first poz fucking.” “First, second, third, fourth and fifth poz fuckings” I said, grinning. Kieron laughed out loud, and even Kane chuckled as he pounded in and out. “We’re gonna convert him before Grant even gets a chance to film it” Kieron said. “Grant’s not gonna fucking care” growled Kane. “He’ll have an actual fucking soldier to fuck.” “Ex-soldier” chuckled Kieron, placing his hand on Bret’s head to prevent him from coming off the cock again to say anything in response. “Our big brother” I said. “Grant’s gonna fucking love him, whatever happens.” Kieron looked up at me, then back down at Bret. “Yeah” he said. “He will.” Kane suddenly accelerated, and then yelled as he blew inside Bret. Kieron pulled Bret’s head up so he could go round and take over from his twin, but Kane just slumped back and watched as Kieron slid in and began to fuck. I went down the steps and sat down in front of Bret, and he looked up at me with an eager need on his face. “You look so hot getting fucked” I whispered to him. “Need you after” he panted. I watched for a moment, but then stood up and pulled down my shorts. Bret reached for my jock, but I quickly turned round and bent over. “Got two loads in there” I said. “Clean me up big bruv.” He moaned in desire as I pushed myself back towards him, and he then slammed his face into my crack and began to lick and suck on my hole. I was being thrust forward each time Kieron slammed into Bret, but I braced myself on the steps so I was always pushing back against his face. He started moaning even more from inside my crack as he slurped up the loads dripping out of me, which got too much for Kieron. “Holy fuck!” he shouted as he slammed in a final time, breeding his poz load into our negative stud of an older brother. I stood up and moved round to take his place, with Kieron sliding past me to go back to sitting on the steps where Bret could clean off his cock. I slid into the cum-filled hole and began to gently but steadily fuck, rubbing my brother’s back as I did so. He began openly moaning round Kieron’s cock, begging me with a muffled voice to breed him again. His rimming of my hole had already pushed me close to the edge, so I was soon pumping a third load into him. We then all slumped down on the steps or the floor, and lit up cigarettes. We smoked in silence as we recovered from our fraternal fucking, maybe all of us realising how right this kind of felt. “Stan and Winston would love to have you round” I eventually said, looking at Bret. “They let us fuck in their guest room sometimes” said Kieron. “When Dad’s awake.” “Would love that” said Bret. “But only with you guys.” “Cool” Kane said. “Up for it.” We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. “Tonight?” I asked, knowing Kane and Kieron had a couple of days before Grant wanted them again. “After my shift?” “Fuck yeah” said Kieron, grinning. “Bret?” “Count me fucking in” he said, also grinning. I texted Stan, and sure enough they didn’t show up at the pub that night, instead staying home to get things ready and probably have a nap to make sure they had enough energy. I got through my shift even though it fucking dragged, and worked as quickly as I could to help Brian get the place cleaned and closed up. He could sense I was antsy so let me go before it was all done, and I rushed out to meet my brothers. We walked over to the other part of the estate quickly, and were soon sipping vodkas in the flat. Stan and Winston loved having Bret sat there without his top on, and he let them feel up his muscles while he drank and smoked. Then we moved into the bedroom, and he got on all fours on the bed with his face in my lap. He moaned and groaned as they each took a turn fucking and breeding him, with Kane and Kieron egging them on to poz our older brother. When they were done, Kieron slid inside Bret, then bent forward to allow Kane to fuck him at the same time. I moved over to stand next to the bed, getting seriously horny watching my three older brothers rutting in a sweaty chain-fuck. Kane blew first, prompting Kieron to add another load to Bret’s hole. I then got Bret to flip over so I could take him missionary, with a rejuvenated Stan then coming up behind me to slide in and give me my first experience of being in the middle of a chain. It felt fucking awesome, so I slowed down my fucking of Bret to see if I could hold off until Stan had bred me and Winston had maybe taken over. It worked, and when I finally did give Bret the load he was panting and begging for, I also got one planted inside me by Winston. For the rest of the night we fucked in all positions, with Bret topping a few times too so that he had fucked all three of us younger brothers by the end of it. He took so many loads up his hole that by morning we were sure he must have been infected, but Stan and Winston tried to seal the deal by giving him his first ever double-fuck as the sun was rising. He took it without any problems, and the sight of it was so horny that Kieron slammed into me and Kane into him for a final brotherly chain-fuck before breakfast. After a fry-up that Stan and Winston cooked for us, we went home to find a note through the door from Justin saying that Dad had got into a fight in the Dragon car park, he’d smashed the window of a car, and that he was inside again but this time it was more serious and he wasn’t coming home for a while. Bret called Justin to get more information, and reported that Dad was probably facing jail this time as the car’s owner was pressing charges. “The fucker deserves to be locked away” Kane said. “Fucking sick of his bullshit.” “Go easy on the old man” Bret said, looking a bit sad. “He had it rough after Mum left.” “When did you start fucking defending him?” Kieron asked. “I just remember it a bit better” he replied. “I know he’s a shit father most of the time, but he worked really hard to keep food on the table before the factory closed.” “I suppose” said Kieron, trailing off. “I think he’s just a bit fucked up with booze and dole queues now” said Bret. “I wanna fucking kill him a lot of the time too, but I don’t want him to be in jail.” We agreed to go and get some sleep before we decided what to do, though I only had a couple of hours before I had to be at the Nisa so I decided to just leave them to it and I would join in later. I was knackered, fucked-out, and starting to wonder if I could really keep doing these jobs on top of all the new fun I was having. Fortunately Bret climbed in my bed and put his arm round me, so I was able to go to sleep feeling calm and relaxed. While I was out doing my shift that morning, Kieron came up with a plan and had already put it into motion. Through Grant we got a lawyer who started working on sorting things for Dad straight away, all without us having to pay. In exchange, Grant would get what he wanted, which was the soldier eldest brother joining in the film shoots. Bret agreed to the deal, in which a ‘prequel’ would be shot where a version of his dishonourable discharge would play out, with some of Grant’s friends (including the lawyer) playing sergeants, captains and colonels who use Bret as their gangbang toy before kicking him out of the army. We would then do a follow-up gangbang of all of us brothers, featuring the overtly-poz bikers who would be out to corrupt the soldier boy like they had done with his younger brothers while he was away. After that, Bret would be free to decide if he wanted to carry on doing films. He was nervous about it, but agreed as he wanted Dad to be spared jail, and he knew he would eventually end up trying out what the three of us were into so he may as well get some good out of it. So, with Dad managing to just get community service and a stay in rehab after the lawyer’s efforts, I set off with Bret to the abandoned gym that was being set up to look like barracks. I wasn’t going to be in the film, but he asked me to come along to make him feel more comfortable, and Grant had agreed on the basis I could serve as a fluffer on-set if needed. “You OK?” I asked Bret, as we stood near the venue while he chain-smoked a few cigarettes. “Yeah” he said. “Just nervous, you know?” “You’ll be great” I said. “You are almost as good at taking cock as I am, so you’ll be great.” “Hey!” he said, punching my arm while grinning. “Only almost as good as you?!” “Yeah” I said, smirking. “But with a bit of practice…” “Fuck you” he laughed. “Been taking cock way longer than you.” “Quality not quantity, innit” I said, getting another playful punch on the shoulder from him. “I love you bruv” he said to me quietly, after we’d both stopped laughing. He stepped over and planted his lips on mine, giving me a deep kiss. “I mean it” he whispered, after pulling away. “I love you.” “I love you too” I said, feeling my heart pounding. He smiled at me, and then turned towards the building. “Let’s go get me fucked then I guess” he said. He started walking towards the entrance, and I fell in behind him. My lips were tingling from the kiss, which felt different to every other time before, but I couldn’t think about that. My fucking handsome hunk of an older brother was here to get gang bred by a load of men, I was here to make sure he was OK, and right now that was all that mattered…

Stan and Winston’s flat reminded me of my gran’s place, looking like something out of the 1970s. It smelt of smoke, and everything was old and frayed. There were pictures up everywhere of the two of them when they were younger, and I realised how thin they had both become in their older years. “We can’t afford much this week” Stan said. “What?” I asked, a bit distracted by one of the pictures in which they were both looking really fit and handsome. “He said we’re a bit broke” said Winston, “so we can’t afford much.” “Oh” I said. “I don’t care. Here all night if you want me, whatever.” “What?” asked Stan. “I said whatever” I replied. “Give me what you can, but I don’t care really.” “You mean you want…” Stan began. “Yeah” I said. “Not saying it will always be like this, but tonight I just want to get fucked.” They both looked at me with open mouths, so I decided to show them I was serious. I quickly stripped off all my clothes, throwing them on the patchy carpet, bending over briefly to get my gigs and lighter out of my jeans. Then I walked into their bedroom, and climbed up on the bed on all fours, wiggling my arse at them as they stood out in the hallway looking at me. “Come on and fuck me” I said. They quickly rushed into the room, and stripped themselves naked too. They were both thin and unhealthy looking, but their cocks were huge. Each of them had a tattoo above their cocks of that danger symbol, which looked fucking hot to me. Stan came round to my front and got on his knees, and I took his dick into my mouth and began to suck. Winston went behind and fingered me for a moment, before he put his cock against my hole. I wiggled my arse a bit, and he took the hint and began to push in. I was soon being slammed full of old man dick at both ends, realising I would do this all the time whether they could pay me or not. Neither of them lasted long, before I was swallowing one load while the other one went in my hole. They both collapsed panting on the bed, and I got up and grabbed my cigs. There was an ashtray beside the bed, so I just lit up in there. “Love your tatts” I said, looking down at them both. “You going to get one of your own?” Stan asked. “Maybe” I said. “What does it mean?” They looked at each other, then up at me. “Don’t you know?” asked Winston. “Well, it’s like danger or something isn’t it?” I said. “Biohazard” Stan said. “Cool” I said. “Why do so many men get ink like that?” “They don’t” said Winston. “Well” I said, before taking a big inhale of my cig, “loads of the guys who fuck my brothers do.” The two of them looked at each other again. “Have, er” Stan began. “Have your brothers had the flu?” “Yeah, a while back” I replied. “Why?” Well” Winston said, “this symbol means a guy is HIV positive.” My jaw dropped open and my stomach tightened. “Other guys use scorpions, spiders, plus signs, and things like that” said Stan. “But it all means the same thing.” Holy fucking shit. The guys who had just blown in me were poz. The guys last night were poz. “Why did you ask about the flu?” I asked, once my brain had processed that I’d been fucked with poz cock and filled with poz cum. “Because that probably means they’ve seroconverted” said Stan. “My brothers are poz?” I asked. “Probably” Winston said. “Sounds like they’ve been taking a lot more poz cocks than just ours.” Silence descended for quite a long time after that, while my brain went like crazy and I smoked myself through three cigarettes in a row. I realised my brothers had no idea they had been pozzed, and as shitty as they could be to me, they had no idea they had exposed me too. Then, as I thought more about it, I realised I was hard. After the initial surprise, it was clear this was turning me on. “Fuck” I said. “I’m fucking hard.” “So we see” said Winston. “You want more poz cock?” asked Stan. “Fuck yeah” I growled, diving onto the end of the bed on my front. Stan and Winston fucked me all night. Every time they got tired they’d go off to the bathroom for a bit and then come back with more energy, so I knew they must be doing something in there but I didn’t care. I took every fuck and load like a madman, begging them to put more poz cum in me. I did not know where the fuck this was all coming from, but I wanted it and needed it. My brothers were pozzed, and I wanted to be too. I wanted to be a dirty little cumdump just like they were, or maybe even more. Maybe this was something I could be better at than them, and make more money from. I wanted chains, but bigger. I wanted tatts, but more of them. Brotherly jealousy kept me going all night, and I only went home at about nine the next morning. Stan and Winston were completely fucked out, but I felt like I was just getting started. I had a quick shower at home, then got a fresh jock from Bret’s drawer, put some other clean clothes, and then went back out. I walked down off to the park, and headed for the shitty older toilets at the far side under the trees. Everyone at school used to say you’d get raped if you went in there, so I finally went to see if that was true. They stank and there was shitty graffiti everywhere, but when I looked in the middle stall I knew enough to know it was a gloryhole I was looking at in the wall to the end stall. I went in, locked the door, pulled down my shorts and then just stuck my arse against the hole. I passed the time smoking cigs and playing games on my phone, and then after 20 minutes someone came into the toilet block. I listened to them shuffle around, and then heard them go into the end stall. A finger touching my arse made me jump a bit, but then I felt a cock going between my cheeks. It touched my hole, and I pressed down to let it in. It was short and thick, and felt pretty good as it fucked me. The guy blew in me quickly, and I had another long gap before the next one. That one was really long but quite thin, lasting for ages or maybe just carrying on through a first load to add a second. Someone else was in the block by the time he finished, and I had a third cock up my hole really quickly. This time the man growled about dirty seed and I quietly told him to breed and poz me, meaning he stuck around to give me another load later. Two other guys followed him before he had another go, after which I realised I should probably head back to rest before my pub shift. Still, that was six more loads, at least two of them poz, and I’d found another place I knew I could come to get fucked. Man, I’d become such a dirty fucking cumdump. I loved it. That night Stan and Winston were in again, and they both fucked me out behind the bins when I was on my break. I went back to theirs again after, taking another couple of loads from both of them before I went home in the early hours. I shoved a buttplug up there before I went to sleep, and gave myself a good shafting with the big dildo Kieron had given me the next morning before I showered and went to Nisa. The day dragged on, but at least Stan and Winston were able to see to me out the back of the pub again that night, both during my break and then after closing once Brian was definitely gone. This is how the rest of the week went, until the Friday when I woke up feeling like shit and had to call in sick to both jobs. “You OK bruv” Kane asked, when he and Kieron came into my room that evening. “Converting” I coughed, “like you did.” “What?” Kieron asked. “Google the tattoos” I said, before turning over on my bed and passing out. It was a shitty few days, but I know Kieron was in my room a few times making me drink some water and take tablets. When I finally felt like I could walk again I had the biggest piss of my life, and then staggered into the kitchen to have some toast and water. Kieron heard me and came in too. “Hey” he said. “Dad’s out. You OK?” “Feel like shit” I said, “but better.” He made us both a cup of tea, and then sat down at the table. Neither of us said anything while I slowly munched on the toast and drank the tea, which made me feel so much better. “Kane’s a fucking mess” he said. “Hasn’t left our room.” “What about you?” I eventually asked. “I’m OK” he said. “Guess this was going to happen.” “Did Kane not think about that?” I asked. “No” he said. “Stupid fucker messed around through PSE I guess.” “So you’re OK?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “You?” “Wanted it” I said, before coughing. “You what?” he asked, once I’d calmed down. “Stan and Winston told me what their tatts mean, and then I knew you two already had it” I said. “Found I wanted it.” “You did?!” “Yeah” I said, managing a smirk. “Made me hard. So Stan and Winston have been fucking me whenever they can, and I got some more from guys in the stinky fucking bogs in the park.” “What the fuck…” Kieron said, almost under his breath. “Was fun” I replied. “Like a mission or something.” “You sick fuck” he said, but then grinned at me. “Fucking right” I said. “Now I can take every cock out there and not have to worry.” “Fuck me” Kieron said, laughing out loud. “My little brother’s more of a fucking cumdump slut than I am!” “Fuck yeah” I laughed in response. “Didn’t fucking know it, but I was made to ride cock!” I got much better over the next couple of days, and through talking to him a bit we managed to get Kane out of his rut. He had sort of been thinking he might still meet some girl and go off to be straight, so he was having to deal with actually being fully gay as well as now being infected. Like Kieron he had reacted in shock at finding out I had been trying to get as much poz cock as possible, but I saw him get hard when I talked about it and he was soon into it all a bit more. What really pushed him over is when Kieron and I came home with biohazard symbol trampstamps, and he rushed out the next day to get one himself. They finally got back in touch with Grant, just being honest about what had happened and why they had gone silent on him. He called and said we should all go and see him, so we did that after I convinced Clive to let me off early for once. We took an Uber to town so I had enough time to get back for my shift at the Dragon. “Boys” Grant said, after ushering us in. “Thank you for coming.” His manner was quite different to my first visit. He apologised for not having told us, assuming we were on prep, but said he wasn’t disappointed in the outcome. He liked our trampstamps, but said he wanted more intricate designs for our torsos and arms that he would pay for if we went to someone he knew. We all agreed, before he zeroed in on me. “Your video is our most popular yet, by several orders of magnitude” he said. “I’ll be giving you your money soon, but I wanted to get you something special.” “Oh” I said. “They liked me?” “They are demanding a starring role for you” he said, while pulling a posh paper bag out of a cupboard, “so I’m going to have you with your brothers only some of the time. You’ll be doing solo stuff, if you’re up for it.” “Yes sir” I said. “Anything.” “Good lad” he said, before reaching into the bag and pulling out a box. “Here” he said, handing it to me. I opened up the box to reveal a thick silver chain, like what my brothers wore but even heavier. “Fuck me” I said. “I plan to” said Grant, “but put the chain on first.” “That looks so fucking hot on you bruv” Kieron said to me, a few minutes later while we were both leaning over the back of the sofa. Grant was hammering into me, while Kane was fucking his twin like crazy. Kieron had revealed to me that they hadn’t done another scene like that again yet, but back at home they were now having sex a lot. Kane was the top, which Kieron was happy with as it seemed to work for them that way. Even during his rut after finding out about the pozzing, Kane had fucked Kieron at least twice a day, and now that he was more comfortable with it, had got pretty verbal about shooting poz loads into his twin. “So” said Grant, after Kieron and I had been bred, “there’s an older brother too?” “Bret” said Kane. “He’s in the army” I said. “Well, we all know what goes on in the military” said Grant, smirking. “When’s he next on leave?”

Thanks for the kind words, even though I am sometimes looking for a harsh flogging. I am been a Breeding Zone Lurking Fan for some time and decided it was time to contribute more than spooge in a tissue. Your comments warm my cockles! 7-14-2025 The ride home I was wobbly and high. I was confused, anxious, and maybe a little paranoid. I thought I was being followed, I took a circuitous rt back home took off my bike shorts and socks which smelled ass residue and cum, sniffed my running shoes as well and put them all in the wash with plenty of detergent and started the quick cycle. I went to the master bath and noticed the bidet. I had always ignored cunty womanly things but decided to try it and rinse some of my shame away. I remembered the taste of my own ass on the trolls cock and told myself next time, I’ll use this before… no WAIT! It was never going to happen, ever again. I went into the shower and turned all the nozzles to HOT. During the shower I remembered the twink talking about Chem Piss and the warm burning just like Burts ‘bump’. I was coming down from whatever had been pissed up my ass so I stopped the shower, pooped out as much cum, piss and threads of red then took another shower. I normally sleep in running shorts or boxers, but feeling the continued wetness of my hole, I used cotton briefs, running shorts and PJ bottoms to help absorb my secrets. I crashed into bed and slept like a dead man. I was awakened by a yelp. Adam was in my door dripping with a towel around his waist exclaiming Dude! Did you have to use ALL the hot water? And stomped off to his room tossing the towel on the hamper as he passed. I lay there and tried to assess where my life had gone wrong and flexed my aching muscles and eventually drifted off to a disturbed bizarre slumber. When I woke, there was an itch in my ass and I felt that need for something addictive. Alcohol was no option and getting friends to buy for me in my condition was risky. What my soul longed for is some strong weed or maybe a little voice said – something stronger? Jim and Brad were out, that left Adam (who was not around) or Burt. I practiced my apology the entire way walking over. As I knocked on the door, it opened and before I could say a word I was snatched inside! I was crying I’m sorry please don’t kill me! The laughter continued. Kill You? You’re an A number 1 cock sleeve and your loyalty in not reporting us showed you to be a trustworthy addict and those are few and hard to find. Plus, we got some free access to Adams Streaming channel and drinks on the house at the leather bar. “So, you’re not mad” I stammered? Well, I was pissed but you took it like a man! Or perhaps a little Girl! To some chuckling agreement around the circle. What’s your pleasure? I hesitantly asked about his term ‘bump’? Burt Exclaimed Damn! Every Gayboy needs a mentor! There is no manual for Douching and Bumping! I agreed and told him about my distasteful lesson on ass cleanouts. I also inquired about Chem Piss? Shure boy, recycling is good for the environment! Lets go to the classroom! I was led downstairs to the basement and was told to strip. I was shivering on the piss damp floor but needed that hot/horny feeling again. There is the flogging Cross, but that is advanced upper-class level for sure. The Dog Cage but you are a little lanky and big for that. The Stocks are also advanced. Lets try my favorite teaching platform the sling! Normally there would be a safe word but that is for Freshmen and you are obviously at least a Sophomore Collegiate Jock. Help him in the sling boys. For Meth, Tina, Crystal, etc. less is more. Too Much and you cannot subtract (get me)? Basic portions are called favors. You can snort (but not today), There is the Slam which is an injection, we’ll see how you do with the pipe and the bump. Hmm, You have already smoked Tina Based Weed (That is what started this Rodeo), there is the Booty Bump which you were present at but in no condition to appreciate, then there is the Pipe which I think you will like. I know you used a bong for some of my weed in the past, the pipe is like that but without the water. Too much can result in a Tombstone, Too Little Nothing Much. Middle mark your Horney as Hell, a little bit over that, you get Tina Dick which is your tool trying to hide from others. Lets try for the Goldilocks Just right measure shall we? Let’s start with the pipe, then progress to the Booty Bump. What followed was a repeat of my Biker Gang Bang but I was an semi-educated slut this time (or so I thought). The differences were instead of sobbing and take it out, my new programmed slut responses where more, deeper, harder, faster. When things became coherent again and I had spiraled down to Earth, Burt said That Was FUN! Lets do it again sometime. I saw you are now POZ, I can get you branded or tatted if you want. I have enough college boys that will pay for POZ and I’ll whore you out for favors and cash. Think about it and don’t be a stranger. You can make some extra cash to help with your scholarship! I woke to a sunny but windy day, to an unhappy psyche and aching muscles. On top of all of that my asshole was itching. Did my business on the toilet, then the bidet, but my ass was still itching. I pressed a dollop of Vaseline up my hole. Mom was still home and sternly asked ‘what did I tell you about your nasty clothes’ I froze and opened my mouth but she said ‘this is the last time I’m going to tell you to not use a spin setting when you wash your tennis shoes and bustled out to her car and work. I had planned to go running until I fixed my bicycle and had forgotten about my shoes. However, they had been opened up and were on the round box fan blowing vertically. I felt ashamed that my Mom was casually looking out for me when I could I could not plan or organize squat. I laced up my nearly dry shoes and went on a run definitely steering clear of the park toilets on the other side of the hills after a good stretch of all the muscles, especially calves, thighs, hips and back. I ran towards the college Football Fields and Track Grounds. From baseball, and basketball, I was not into distance running, but combined sprints with light jogging for over a mile to the Track Fields. I jogged past to the woods beyond where meandering paths had plenty of shade along with benches and picnic tables. The woods were empty this morning except for two guys, one of whom flashed his cock at me. As a jock, I had plenty of experience ignoring cock and ass when I was just one of the team, but my new parasite of sin made me double take and trip causing a total wipeout. Had this been on pavement I would have left a skidmark of skin and blood. In this regard I was lucky since I only received scrapes and a mouthful of dirt. They stopped their teasing games and ran to me - after a quick check helped me to a picnic table. As I came to my senses, the curly haired one was apologizing. Sorry Dude, we were just kidding but then he noticed I was ignoring his words and staring at his crotch. Curly said to his buddy “He might be a little dazed but likely not suffering from attention deficit disorder. I was just now tuning into their conversation. Curly’s friend replied you Pre-Med fags are all the same – diagnosing a young lad you think with your cock while he laughed harder. Curly started to retort but stopped. He flipped down his shorts and said you like what you see? When I licked my lips Curly said see Ted, just a lad that knows what he likes, then to me well, let my lil buddy know how much you admire him and my mouth descended and sheathed his uncut cock. Ted said wow! Shouldn’t we check for a concussion? Curly scolded him stop Ted, you know it’s hard to look into someone’s eyes when they are sucking your cock but – hey kid look up at me with both eyes! I did the long doe eyed look at him, both pupils a little blown, rules out a concussion. He does not look like a Meth Whore but he sure sucks like one. Ted said maybe further testing is required. He went behind me and pulled my shorts down. When he fingered my hole he found the Vaseline dollop. Ted said I do not know about the meth factor but he certainly passes the whore test. I moaned and leaned back off of Curly’s dick which dropped out of my mouth as I moaned. Ted rolled back and I was fully hilted on his cock. Curly went to our legs, pulled my shorts off of one leg-spread me and in a confusing maneuver started DPing my ass. To my astonishment, my body did not put up much of a ruckus except that my cock felt ready to burst.as the rolling rubed past my love button, a shrieked, my ass contracted and I brought them to a happy ending as I was spraying the table with my seed. Just then a crackle of branches and campus security rolled up in a golf cart. An insane flash of the old joke that the person on the bottom always gets caught interrupted my train of thought but in this situation I was on top! I levitated off of their poes with a plop and was off through the brush like a startled deer. With my shorts hooked on one shoe. By the time I made it home, my torn shorts were mostly hiding my sins but my full bore dash through the scrub made me look like I had lost a fight with an alley cat. I knocked on Adams door (remembering he last time) but he was not in. I downed a bottle of water and got cleaned up and dressed, wrote Adam a note and collapsed in the den’s easy chair. /// I woke to Adam shaking my shoulder with a concerned look. What’s the matter? Wearily I brought him up to date. Lets go to my room. Once inside he closed and locked the door, ‘Cameras are off – I promise’. He went to his computer and started some searched. Yes, confirmed, my seroconversion was a matter of days but there are cases where it can last weeks. Maybe a reaction to your meds? My face fell. What, you have not been taking your meds? Bro, some people decide to drop meds, but control and countermeasures to the initial replication of the Virus is why it was so rampart when unchecked in the Patient Zero Days. At first, there were no tools to stop it, then the tools were marginally successful but also toxic. But Bro, you need to stop the avalanche before you can dig out. Got your scripts? Lets go get your meds right fucking now! The next afternoon, I was legs up in Dr. Fardshisheh’s gynecological table (I had finally learned to pronounce his name). and he was finishing his checkup. Adam was setting in the ‘parent/chaperone’ chair. The Doc told me he was disappointed in me, he had asked for and expected me to follow his advice – perhaps he needed to report me to the County Health Department for being insincere or unserious about your health and the health of others. Since you are adverse to counselling or reporting. I understand why you will not be doing a sexual assault outcry since I subscribe to your Brothers Page and saw your production. Don’t you remember I said I was a fan? We are going to try some non-standard practice and treatments. It appears your seroconversion and or some possible neurological issues may be causing hyper sexualization. It would explain a lot. There is unfortunately no blood or simple behavioral test that would adequately explore your triggers within a useful timeframe. We have noticed a few things in further exams.. Your adventure in the woods have added to your fissure count. Nurse Beckett is going to administer the medication to make sure the application instructions are followed to the letter. He is going to rubber up since he does not want to catch any of the other bugs you have managed to pick up in the last few days. If we time it right, you will not get the ‘pissing glass shards’ feeling from the Gonorrhea. I now serve notice that there are more extreme things that can be done to mitigate your hyper sexualization. Locking butt plugs that lock to a cock and ball ring for one. These can be fun, but become intolerable after a time. For now, Nurse Buckner will administer the first treatments. He loves baseball and loves to use his bat on jock balls. Your meds are intravenous. I know you are a little stressed and forgetful. This way, we know you have taken your meds. Nurse? RN Bruckner stepped up on the step of the gynecological table and lowered his scrubs. His hands were gloved up and he rolled silicone rubber on his 8“ uncut cock. He took some anal gel and loaded a fat syringe. He used a little lube on a finger to get the tip in and sent the plunger home. He then inserted his cock and pushed it in to the hilt to my groans and whimpers. He pumped his cock in and out a few times, then withdrew his cock and reshot another dose of medication deep into my colon followed by his cock plunger. Adam told me he advised you to douche before coming, and your normal bowel functions will deliver the medications to your fissures just like a hemorrhoid package would. As Nuse Buckner continued his part, Adam manipulated my balls and the Doc stroked me to a milking explosion. This was repeated until I was crying in agony and only a little ooze could be produced by further milking. … To Be Continued…. (note) I nay have scrambled a paragraph sequence. I'll review when I am sober. Cheers!

I sat on the sofa and took the blonde’s dick down my throat as uncle positioned himself behind the young stud. As I gorged myself on the tan muscle boy cock my uncle began to move his giant dick-stained meat up and down the young stud’s crack and then slowly worked it into his spit lubed hole. My uncle pushed the jock’s head down while pulling his ass closer in and deeper down his shaft. As he did, I stood up, and the power-fuck began. As he squirmed in delight, with the man cock in his hole, the stud continued to suck my cock. This spit-roast continued unabated until sweaty hot, it was time for another shot of whiskey and poppers. I pulled from his mouth and stumbled into the kitchen to down some whiskey and snort more poppers. Now flying, returning I noticed the wrestler now sitting on the sofa. His lustful glance insisted that I was now to be the pig. I bent over and again began to suck that wrestler cock which was now dripping warm precum, my tongue lapping up every salty drip. As I did I felt against my hole the lubed shaft of raw meat. I slowly swallowed the blonde stud cock and allowed my hole to open wide. Though the initial pain caused me to gasp, I loosened to receive balls deep that monster man cock I had lusted for. My stud uncle grabbed my hips and began to work my hole, first slowly, rocking side to side and back and forth, and then furiously. He knew exactly how to pile drive without letting you cum. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass rang in my ears. First clearly, then after my hole loosened up, the sound of a sloppy fuck. Needing to recharge, as my uncle pulled out of my hole, the blonde stud pulled out of my throat and they exited for the kitchen, whiskey and poppers.

So I heard that there was cruising going on at my local Homedepot and I decided to check it out because I was in desperate need of a load up my ass or down my throat. I put on my flimsy cut-off jeans shorts, a tank top that barely covered anything and some boots. When I arrived at Homedepot the parking lot was pretty empty. I went straight to the back of the store where the toilets are. There were some guys and maybe two or three women walking in the isles. I checked out the bathroom but there was nobody. I stayed near the bathroom and pretended that I was looking for an AC filter. After a couple of minutes I noticed that a guy in his late 50s with thick gray hair was checking me out. I bent over pretending to look at some items in the lower shelves and I could feel him staring at my ass. He was exactly what I was looking for! A hot daddy. Maybe even married. I knelt down in front of the shelves spreading my legs and touched my crotch. Let's see if he is looking for a slut to use or if he is going to walk away. I was in luck and he touched his crotch too. Not wanting to waist any time I got up and walked into the still empty bathroom. I heard him following me and my heart was racing in excitement. He joined me in the very last stall and stood in front of me. I un-bottomed my shorts and he touched my chest with the both hands. He obviously enjoyed my smooth skin and erect nipples. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. The guy was twisting and pinching my nipples while I was unpacking his dick which was already rock hard! “Take that shirt off!”, he commanded quietly. I obeyed and hung my shirt on a hook while he was closing the door of the stall. His cut dick was facing up at almost 45 degrees I couldn't help staring at it. “I hope you are a bottom!” I just nodded and touched his fat twitching fuck meat. In one movement he grabbed me by the hips turned me around and pulled down my shorts. He positioned the head of his dick at my hole and said: “Your fucking cunt is wet. Do you have some loads in you already?” I shook my head and said: “No. That's lube.” He pushed pushed his rock hard dick slowly inside me and grunted. I don't have to tell you how great it feels when a bare cock penetrates you. The guy grabbed me by the hips and started fucking me aggressively. I had to hold on to the wall in front of me with both hands to not loose my balance. Suddenly someone came into the restroom. The guy stopped the fucking abruptly but remained inside me with the head of his dick. We both held our breath and heard someone urinating for quite a long time. My fucker obviously couldn't wait anymore and slid his dick inside me very slowly. He fucked me in super slow motion while the guy was still peeing. Him sliding his bare dick in and out of me so slowly almost took me over the edge. We both were did not make a sound while he kept screwing me. Finally I heard the guy flushing the urinal and leaving. I let out a deep moan and my fucker groaned: “I'm gonna cum so hard inside you!” He picked up the fuck speed again abusing my cunt hard. “Fucking bitch! Take my load!”, he said in a very deep voice. He grabbed my hips firmly and I felt his muscles spasm as he was shooting his hot cum inside me. Without touching myself a shoot my load too covering the wall and toilet in-front of me with cum. I moved a little bit forward but the guy pulled me back and said: “Hold still bitch! I'm still cuming!” And I actually felt his boner still pulsating inside me. After he emptied his balls in my guts he finally pulled his dick out. It left my cunt gaping and I felt cum running down the inside of my naked thigh. The guy left without saying a word. He didn't even close the door to the stall. So I turned around closed the door, pulled my shorts up and put my shirt back on. As I walked thru the store back to the parking lot I wondered if anyone would notice the cum on my naked legs. As I drove home thinking about how the guy fucked and used my like a slut made me smile. Maybe there are guys cruising at Lowe's too I thought.

Three days later, I was woken at dawn by Bret shivering. I knew what this probably meant, and leaned over to feel his forehead. He was burning up and fucking sweaty, so I got myself up and went and knocked on K&K’s door. “Yeah” Kane said eventually, sounding groggy. I went in and told them that I thought Bret was converting, then left to go to the kitchen and bathroom to get water, cloths, tablets and anything else I could think of. We took it in turns to care for him through it over the next few days, though I managed to work all my shifts at the shop and pub. Dad came back during it all, and being sober for once he was actually of some help, showing genuine concerned for his eldest boy given how sick he was. He had never been one for calling doctors so fortunately did not suggest that, and for a couple of days we functioned sort of like a family. It wasn’t until Bret was improving massively that Dad randomly got wasted again, and then things became shit. The angry shouting moods took over, and none of us could move without being threatened or some shit. We managed to get Bret over to Stan and Winston’s, and they saw him through the last of it while Kane, Kieron and I dealt with probably the fastest spiral Dad had ever done. Fortunately Justin came to our rescue, helping us to get him back to the rehab centre rather than arresting him after he’d managed to get outside and was yelling abuse at anyone who passed. With Bret recovered and now back at home, we contacted Grant to make arrangements for the ‘pozzing’ video as soon as possible so that our big brother could get on with the inking he was suddenly so antsy about. Grant responded to say he would line up something soon, and also that he would be sending over the details of the tattoo artist that he’d now been in contact with. When the number came through I gave the guy a call, and he actually came over to our place to see us all. He was fucking talented, which you could tell from how quickly he managed to draw some really accurate sketches of Bret’s whole body. The two of them then sat together and used tracing paper to try out a few designs so Bret could see how they might look. They got it all sorted, and then the guy did some other designs on paper for me, Kane and Kieron to think about for our torsos. Everyone was so turned on by it all, so once the guy had left we had a brotherly fuck-fest where every dick went in every hole at some point. The next day was sunny and warm, and K&K were off for an afternoon shoot outdoors in some woods, apparently with it being staged as though all the tops were just anonymous guys out cruising. It sounded like fun but Grant wanted just the twins, so I went to the pub with Bret instead. Now that Aimee had finished her exams, I had agreed with Clive to do less shifts at the Nisa so she could earn some money, which worked out for me as I was starting to want more time to enjoy hanging out with my brothers. That meant I was free to have a few drinks with Bret in the sunshine, though I went with shandy as I still had to work behind the bar that night. We sat at a table and quietly just chatted about shit, before I asked Bret to tell me a bit more about all the sex in the army. He hesitated a bit, looking around at how close other people were, but then started talking. He told me some of what I already knew, about different guys using him to get off even though they were all straight, but then talked about two other guys who he thought were probably gay too. One of them was this big angry brick shithouse who was always on everyone’s case, who just bent Bret over in a storeroom one day and fucked him senseless. That was how it always happened, with Bret just having to take it whenever the guy lost his cool. The other guy was married with a baby on the way, but Bret could just tell he was in the closet. Bret popped his anal cherry, and they kept fucking each other all the time until the discharge, but my brother never told anyone else as he didn’t think the guy could handle becoming another barracks cumdump. Bret then got really quiet for a while, his face looking a bit pained. I didn’t push it, and he eventually started telling me about another guy who he had fucked around with early on. That guy was a bit of a mess, with a fiancée at home and his dad being ex-SAS and expecting his son to turn out just like him. Bret told me how the guy had got more and more messed up, getting angry or just breaking down crying, particularly after he’d started to take it up the arse himself. Then one day he was gone, and while they were told he had quit, Bret later found out the guy had slit his wrists, spent ages in the infirmary, and then been discharged and sent off to a mental hospital after a complete breakdown. He never found out what happened to the guy in the end. “It wasn’t your fault Bret” I said. “Yeah” he sighed. “I know. I do. But it fucking messed me up when I found out, and I thought for ages I’d fucking pushed him over. I guess…” “What?” I asked, after he had paused for a while. “I guess” he continued, “it kind of made me understand Dad a bit more, you know?” “No” I said. “Explain it to me.” “Well, I mean, I guess I saw a guy fucking falling apart right in front of me” he said, “and I thought later about watching that happen to Dad after Mum left. He ran himself into the fucking ground trying to make sure we had food and clothes and hot water and all that other shit, and I reckon he broke. But he went with booze rather than a razor blade.” “Oh” I said. “Yeah, OK, I guess I do get it then. And you’re right about him, I know that, but it’s still fucking hard dealing with it all.” “Yeah” he sighed. “We didn’t make it any fucking easier for him, not for Mum. We were a bunch of little fuckers.” “Fucking speak for yourself” I replied. “I got blamed for so much fucking shit that was all you, Kane and Kieron.” Bret looked up at me, that pained expression back on his face. “I know” he said. “I’m so sorry bruv. I mean it.” “I know you do” I said. “Like I said before, you’re forgiven. The other two as well.” We sat in silence for a bit, and I could tell he just wanted to lean over and kiss me as much as I wanted to do the same. “I wonder if we’ll ever find a way to make it right with Dad too” he eventually said. “It’s our fault he’s like this.” I didn’t know what else to say, so we went back to sitting in silence for a few minutes. That ended when we saw Justin walking down the hill, dressed in normal clothes for a change being he wasn’t on duty. He saw us and nodded, then went into the pub. He came out with a drink and walked over to us, sitting down at our table. “You alright mate?” Bret asked him. “No” Justin said. “Bianca is a stupid fucking bitch.” He reached for my cigarettes, took one and lit it, the first time I’d seen him smoke since he and Bret were teenagers. “What happened?” Bret asked. “Found out she’s spent all our fucking money on some stupid marketing shit” he said. “She’s fucking pissed it all away with a load of fucking scamming cunts, and then she has the fucking nerve to try to blame me!” “How?” I asked. “Get this” he said. “She fucking told me that I need to get promoted and make more money so she can buy the things she fucking wants without having to try to make more money elsewhere.” “She fucking what?” Bret asked. “I know!” said Justin. “It never fucking occurred to her to go and get an actual fucking job if she fucking wants more fucking knock-off handbags!” “What are you gonna do?” I asked. “Dunno” he said. “But I’ve fucking had enough of this shit to be honest.” With Justin having arrived, we never actually went back home as we’d sort of planned, and I eventually just left the table to go and start my shift. It was a busy night with so many people wanting to drink outside, and I ended up behind the bar the whole night as I was much quicker at serving people than Sheila. When I went on break I popped outside and saw that Bret and Justin had gone, but Stan and Winston had taken their table and we made eye contact. I took a quick load from each of them in turn behind the bins before I went back on duty at the bar. The rest of the night went really quickly as we stayed busy right up until last orders, with the clear up taking ages thanks to all the crap everyone had just fucking dropped on the floor or in the bushes outside. Brian got me a double rum and coke to enjoy outside with him and Sheila once we were done, giving me a big wad of cash as my share of the tips after some drunk guys had gone a bit crazy with what they were putting in the normally empty jar. I walked back home, where I found some glasses and an empty bottle of whisky on the kitchen table. Kane and Kieron were still not back, so I stripped out of my clothes in the hall and went straight in to have a quick shower. When I got out I dried myself a bit, and then opened the door to the room I shared with Bret. I stopped in my tracks when I saw him lying on his bed asleep, with Justin’s tattooed arm round him. They were both naked, and then I realised the room smelled of cum. Obviously I didn’t know everything that had gone on, but I reckoned Justin had taken out his frustrations inside my big brother’s arse. My big brother’s recently converted arse. I couldn’t help but smile, wondering if maybe we might have another guy joining us soon for fucking and fun. I decided not to wake them, so walked quietly back to the kitchen and got a couple of glasses of water, one of which I put down gently beside Bret’s bed before I put the other on the floor next to mine. I slowly climbed onto my bed, as naked as the other two men in the room, and lay down to go to sleep. The next morning some fucking crow decided to land on our windowsill and go crazy, so all three of us were woken at the same time and much earlier than we would have liked. I got up to chase the fucking bird away, and then turned to look at Bret and Justin as they started to realise where they were. “Hey” I said, grinning at them. “Er, hi” said Justin, glancing between me and the back of Bret’s head. “Luke, this is, er…” “Relax mate” I said. “Every one of us Ballard brothers is fucking gay.” “What?” he asked. “We’re all gay” I said. “Me, Bret, Kane, Kieron, all gay. Don’t know about Dad.” Bret turned onto his back and was looking up at Justin with a grin. “I’m not…” Justin began. “Mate, relax” Bret said. “Nothing we ain’t done before, and you fucking needed it last night.” Justin looked like a rabbit in headlights, so Bret sat up and slid off the bed. Justin then did the same, and immediately started gathering his clothes and putting them on. He looked a bit panicked, so we just kept out of his way while he got dressed. I pulled on a pair of shorts, and slipped past Justin and out the door. I heard it close behind me, and then I went into the bathroom to have a piss. When I came back out the bedroom door was open again, and then I went round to the kitchen to get coffee. Bret was standing there still completely naked, holding Justin tightly with his friend’s head on his shoulder. I crept back to our room and waited, until I heard the front door open and close. Bret then appeared back in our room and also put some shorts on. “He OK?” I asked. “Yeah, sort of” Bret said. “Reckon he’s gonna be a single man soon though.” “Yeah?” I asked. “He’s so fucking done with her” he replied. “Don’t even think he really likes her anymore.” “But he likes someone” I said, with a smirk. Bret’s eyes darted to mine, and he looked pretty serious. “Even if he does, I’m taken” he said. “You are?” I asked. He walked over to me, put his hands on my head and leaned in. He kissed me really deeply, and then pulled away just a little bit. “Bruv” he said, “I mean it when I say I love you. I don’t fucking care that we’re brothers.” “Oh” I said. “Fuck. I mean… yes.” “Yes?” he said. “Yes” I said. “I’m fucking yours if you’re fucking mine.” “I am” said Bret, smiling at me. “We’ll have fun with others, but I fucking want you little bruv.” We started kissing again, only stopping when we heard a couple of noises from Kane and Kieron’s room. We went back to the kitchen and got the kettle on for coffee, and I started making enough bacon and eggs for everyone to eat. K&K emerged looking wrecked, and after some coffee they gave us the lowdown on what turned out to be a 12-hour gangbang in the woods. Both of them looked really sore as they sat down, and they said they were done for a few days as they needed time to recover. Bret glanced at me, and then told them about Justin but also asked them to not say anything to him about it. They agreed, and were quite interested in whether we thought he might be up for more eventually. The prospect of that was appealing to everyone, with Justin’s heartthrob mixed-race face, incredible gym bod, and sexy full-sleeve tattoos, but we agreed we needed to let him do things in his own time if that was what he wanted. My phone buzzed, and I saw it was a long message from Grant with all the details of the pozzing gangbang for Bret. I read it out to the others. “So” I started, “the story is going to be us three taking our older brother out for a stag do the night before his wedding. We have a few drinks in a bar, and then take him off to a special club for a surprise. He is blindfolded and stripped down to a jock, thinking he’s going to be seen to by some women for the last time before he’s hitched. But instead he gets worked over by a load of guys, with his brothers telling him they always knew he was gay like them and they wanted to set him free. He gets his whole body licked and massaged by the men, before they put him in a sling and take turns rimming him. They then all fuck him, with him saying no at first but then loving it and starting to beg for more. When they have all fucked him, they remove his blindfold and he sees their tattoos, realising what they mean. His brothers then show they have the same tattoos, which they had kept hidden from him. He decides he wants to be part of his family brotherhood, texts his fiancée to call off the wedding, and then asks the men to keep breeding him. All four brothers then get used by the men, in slings, on benches, and whatever else. The older brother’s phone keeps ringing, but he ignores it and begs for more poz cum. It all ends with the four brothers holding each other and welcoming the eldest into their clan.” “Fucking hot” Kieron said. “Shit yeah” said Kane. “Bret?” I asked. “I can’t fucking wait” he said, with a big grin. “Cool” I said, also smiling. “Gonna be fucking amazing.” “Yeah it is” said Kieron. “Anyway” I said, “there’s a bit more. Grant says they’re gonna film the bar scene separately, at a place near his apartment. He wants us to go to his place first on Saturday afternoon, then we’ll go to the bar and do that scene. Then on Monday night we’re going to some club one of his friends owns that will be closed, which they’re gonna use for the sex stuff.” “OK” said Bret, “that work for you?” “Yeah” I said. “I’m not at Nisa, so as long as we’re back for my shift at the Dragon then it’s fine.” I replied back to Grant to say it all sounded fucking amazing, and he agreed to time things on Saturday so I could be back. We all then just got on with our weeks, enjoying spending time together. Bret started looking for work at gyms, security firms or other places he might have some chance, and while out one day he went to see Dad at the rehab place. He was a bit down when he got back, telling us that Dad was just silent and looked broken, and that the staff had told him he was now seeing a psychiatrist more frequently than normal. It looked like he was going to be there for a long time, so while we were happy to not have to deal with his spiralling, we did all realise that this was a bit serious. We agreed to all start going to see him, even if Kane and Kieron were a bit reluctant at first. Bret had also been seeing Justin a bit, though he told me there hadn’t been any more sex or anything. Justin had moved out of the flat and was back with his mum, and was already talking to a lawyer about a divorce from Bianca. Bret said Justin’s head was a bit of a mess, but he was OK and didn’t actually have any regrets about what had happened. When the Saturday rolled around, we all dressed up a bit before we got an Uber to Grant’s place. Bret had never been there and was impressed, whilst the concierge barely even acknowledged us this time. When we got upstairs Grant welcomed us in and then inspected our outfits, seeming pleased with what he had picked out to wear for the short bar scene. “But” he said, “I think we can improve things a bit.” He went over to a cupboard, bringing out some more posh paper bags. I smiled, knowing what was coming, but was surprised when he handed a small one to me, then slightly larger ones to each of my brothers. “What’s this?” I asked. “Open it” Grant said, smiling. I dipped into my bag and pulled out two small boxes, and when I opened them I felt my dick harden. In one was a huge, heavy, plain silver band ring, and I noticed it had a biohazard symbol engraved on its inner surface. The other one had two big thick-gauge silver hoop earrings in it. “Time for you to get those ears opened up again so you can wear them” he said to me, referring to the fact I had pierced my ears when I was 16 and worn cheap fake diamond studs for a couple of years before I ditched them. “Wow” I said. “Thank you.” “My tattoo guy will sort it out for you” he said. Kane and Kieron then got their boxes out, and found each had a ring to match mine. They also each had a larger box, inside which was a bracelet similar to the one he got me. “You two deserve a bit more bling” he said, “and I felt bad about only giving one of those to your brother.“ K&K just beamed at him, as they put on their bracelets. “Now, older brother” said Grant while smiling at Bret, “let’s get you looking the part.” Bret pulled out a succession of boxes, and opened them all up as he put each one on the table. He had wide eyes as he looked at the biggest chain yet that any of us had, and a massive bracelet bigger than my own. There was also a chunky Stirling watch, and a ring to match what the other three of us had received. “What the fu…” he began, before looking up at Grant. “This is too much.” “Not at all young man” he said. “Firstly, these are business expenses to help my stars look like I think they should. Secondly, your video is already earning a fortune, and I know this next one could be our biggest hit yet. Only fair you should share in the rewards.” “We’re still getting paid right?” Kane asked, getting a brief sideways glare from Grant in response. “Kidding, just kidding” he said, grinning. I went over to Bret and lifted up the chain from the box, leaning up to put it around his neck. It was nicely on display with the collar of his black shirt open, and my dick hardened even more the minute I stepped back and looked at him. He then reached down for the bracelet and, after fumbling a bit, got it on. He slid on the watch which fitted perfectly, and then he picked up the ring. Kane, Kieron and I were still holding ours. “Right ring fingers boys” said Grant. We all slid them on, and I was amazed they all seemed to fit perfectly. “There we go” said Grant, making us all stand in a line together. “You’re not only all fucking handsome and sexy, but now you look like stars.” Bret kept touching the chain round his neck as we walked to the bar, and K&K both seemed to be swinging their arms more than usual. I could really feel the weight of the ring on my finger, but was most looking forward to getting my ears re-done and the hoops added. Bret had whispered to me back in the apartment that he was looking forward to that too, licking his lips in a way that told me he was going to be pounding my arse 24/7 once I was pierced again. When we got to the bar we found a whole side of it had been blocked off for us, and while there were a few other people there, we were able to do the filming without any issues. After we’d gone inside, Grant suddenly decided to add a bit outside first, filming us all arriving and having a last smoke before we went inside. We then sat in a booth and tried to talk to each other naturally, while sticking to the plot. It was quite easy actually, with us genuinely having a laugh with each other, and we had a bit of fun by calling Bret’s made-up fiancée Bianca. At the end we filmed our departure from the bar to go to the club, then once that was done we came back inside. Grant was happy with what was captured on film, and so after we all had a round more drinks he got us an Uber and sent us home. I quickly changed clothes and then headed out to the Dragon to work, but the other three all came by later still wearing the same outfits which made me wish I had kept mine on. They stayed until closing, and Brian let us have a short lock-in if they all helped again with clearing up. That night the flat was filled with the sounds of chains jangling. As Kieron told us the next day, his hole was wrecked all night by Kane and he fucking loved it. Bret and I, meanwhile, swapped roles through the night, giving each other four loads by dawn. The next day we were in and out of bed, not fucking so much but instead trying to catch up on sleep. We otherwise just sat around chatting, eating, and realising how much we actually all liked each other after so many years of everyone being an arsehole to everyone else. I did my shift at the pub again in the evening, and they all joined me there for a bit but did not hang around for too long. That night there was more sex, but it was calmer and we managed to sleep. “You ready?” I asked Bret the next afternoon, as he got dressed again in the outfit from Saturday. “Fucking hell yes” he said, grinning at me. “Me too” I said, before slipping a hand in his unbuttoned shirt. “Can’t wait to see this all inked finally.” “Yeah?” he asked. “You want your pozzed up big brother looking like a pozzed up big thug?” “Fuck yeah” I said, smiling at him. “Then I want that thug to fuck me senseless.” “Only if you fuck him senseless too” said Bret, before leaning in to kiss me. “Deal” I said, as our lips parted. We joined K&K in the kitchen, had a couple of shots of vodka each, and then headed down to get the Uber that was about to arrive. This was going to be one epic night…

I've been enjoying this sTory thoroughly since you began it @DevilDawg, and thank you for loading a few chapters at once, allowing us to have a longer time to get aroused by your hot story-line. Loved having Dad be one of the three when all was 'exposed' shall we say, very fun! Please don't feel like you are not getting enough feedback - you are doing a great job and I for one am looking forward to more!

Yes, the idea of being passed around like an object is so sexually encouraging. And your description about the praise and degradation is spot on. I have had several occasions where they're talking about me but not to me while they're in the sling room together. I remember it quite vividly and it was like I was being spoken about as an object, but yet it was filthy, beautiful and made me want to be more of a better Pig bottom.

I have more but may have to rework - (the Next Part). Thank you for your enthusiastic Reponses. I maybe thought I might get (a) reaction or perhaps a couple.. I had jumped ahead in the story line and it seems to work if the responses are any indication. But I may have painted myself into a corner. You see, while this IS a work of fiction, I have experienced or seen (almost) everything in the story. The line the guy on the bottom always gets caught was in retrospect hilarious using the lens of time - at the time it was terrifying, but I cannot reflect the details here. Where I bogged down was true relationships as opposed to making the chains on a sling jingle. The quest to make Richard realize he could move into a a real relationship (vanilla or depraved) was one of the goals. What stumps me fictionally is the dark spirit that sent me on a fictional vision quest of discovery through writing in the first place. If the forum readers have a suggestion on how to pull out of this funk, I am open to suggestions I have seen such queries in story threads before. Perhaps as I previously stated, getting loaded up at Club Ottawa next weekend might inspire me. However, it is more likely seeing close Leather Friends in Ottawa will point me to a solution. I feel I owe it to the story and anyone who enjoys it not to just spackle on a band aid and say fini. So it will be a pause for a few days. I also need to ask one of the moderators a technical question so I'll do that while being careful not to wreck the story. Thanks for your patience. Cheers!

So beautifully described! It is a mating ritual, not a way I had thought about it but now that you mention it it is fantastically, beautiful, filthy and hot. Giving into your lust is also extremely satisfying and it's like feeding that sexual hunger that I have previously tonight because of. My religious are bringing.

It is all of what you have had said! I think I get to totally let go and yes, enjoy all the different cocks, tastes, holes, and spit (I love spit). I just let go and indulge in being a cum Pig. My fuck buddy love to get a big hit of poppers and we breathe it back and forth among each other. It's such an intense hit and it drives me wild. After that I just give myself to the group.

That has happened to me. One time I woke up thinking I had totally absorbed the load, showered, dressed and headed to work. While walking from my car to my office I let out a fart which included the load from the night before. i scurried to the men's room, entered a stall and undressed. Luckily my trousers were unscathed but my boxers were soaked with a gooey mess with that familiar scent of marinated cum. I dressed without the boxers and put the boxers in my desk drawer. My cubicle smelled of cum all day.

Half & half most time swallow half of it and get dirty with sperme on my face And walk around with face covered

Public BJ to Public Pozing My good friend Fred has been poz for over a decade. He’s been very fortunate and never needed to go on meds. Even if he had needed them, I’m not sure he would have. He loves passing on his ‘GIFT’. Mostly he finds willing ‘receivers’, some who even beg. Don’t get me wrong I love my friend; but, I wouldn’t put the odd stealth pozing past him. He’s got about a dozen confirmed notches on his seroconversions belt. And he’s very proud of these stats! He brags about them and more than hints that he could probably add at least a half dozen. We’ve never had sex. He’s tried many times, even gotten me very drunk in hopes I would let down my safe sex guard. But it has never worked. I’ve asked him outright In our sober moments if he would even take a moment to hesitate to poz me if I gave him a chance. “Not for one second.” was his adamant reply. Thus my commitment to not even perform oral on his beautiful big cock. Oh yes, I’d seen it while at nude beaches. I’d even seen it hard and in the action of raw fucking and breeding a willing ‘receiver’ on a gay club dance floor. I love giving oral to a beautiful big cock but there was no way I’d take this chance with Fred. This story is about a vacation in Mexico where I let down my guard. Big mistake. I love this beach village with Mexico’s only official clothing optional beach and go for a month each winter. Fred has heard me rave about the place and its notorious gay orgies after sunset. Being a card-carrying safe sex proponent I’d only heard of these. I had never even gone to witness the debauchery. Fred invited himself to join me for a week in the middle of my stay. On the first night of his visit we got caught up on each other’s lives over a fantastic meal at one of the villages excellent restaurants. Fred was exhausted with jet lag, so it was off to my room making an early night of it. He propositioned me to share his bed but as we both sleep in the nude I politely declined. On the second night Fred insisted we check out one of the gay bars in town. I’d heard they had added a dark room and made the mistake of telling Fred. The bar was quite crowded by the time we got there. We had to push our way through a cluster of guys masturbating and sucking on each other to get to the bar. Drinks in hand we found a couple seats to watch this group of hunky guys play. Fred wanted to join in and I encouraged him, but he declined in favour of checking out the dark room. This room had been roped off for the night and a bar staff person rudely made sure we understand it was off limits. By now our seats had been occupied so we stood with the crowd watching the blatant display of public sex. Fred kept pestering me that he wanted to join in. I encouraged him to do so. He complained he just wanted ‘someone’ (glaring at me) to give him a public blow job. I pushed back through to the bar and got us stronger drinks. As I sipped mine watching the sexual antics Fred gulped his down and was soon back from the bar with refills for us both. I teased him that I’d never fallen for this trick in the past, what made him think tonight would be different? He grinned, “You can’t blame a guy for trying. Come on, just a public BJ, you don’t even have to suck me off.” After yet another round he never let up. I was now tipsy and the sexual energy in the bar just kept ramping up. Fred’s hand moved to my crotch, and he commented that I was clearly excited. I reached inside his shorts and found his member fully hard and ready for action. He took this as permission, dropped his shorts, and man handled me down to have his monster in front of my lips. Thinking I could just tease him and put an end to his complaining I kissed the precum from the tip of his cock. He decided it was "game on', took hold of my head with his right hand and angled his cock deep into my throat with his other hand. He was soon face fucking me with abandon. I tried fighting him off, but not for long. I love cock sucking and soon decided to let my exhibitionist shadow self come out in this public setting. I went to work on his poz stick like a greedy four-year-old on his first popsicle. I decided I was going to bring him over the edge with my mouth no matter what. I knew he was determined to get his toxic load into me and add me to his belt notches. In accordance with harm reduction, I would at least control that it go down my throat. I worked and worked and worked his cock using every trick in my oral repertoire but he wasn’t cumming. I was getting close to giving up when someone behind me exposed my ass by pulling down my shorts. ‘Damn”, I though ‘I shouldn’t have come here commando.’ Soon a stranger’s lips were at my hole, and I was having to good a time to worry about getting Fred off. I was lost in anal pleasure and the vigor of the face fuck had me reveling in being sexually used in such a public place. I didn’t notice the guy behind me had stood until I felt him lean over my back. Chills went through my spine as he spoke into me ear. “I want to fuck your gorgeous ass bro, but I didn’t bring a condom.” Fred overheard this, using both hands he pushed my head firmly down onto his cock and spoke for me. “He never uses them, fuck him raw,” “But I’m not a great top, if I do that I’ll probably unload just pushing in.” The stranger confessed. Fred; “oh yeah! Fuckin breed him, he’ll love it!!!!” I couldn’t protest, my mouth was full, and Fred's grip was immense. I could feel the strangers wet warm release as he plunged deep into my ass. Chills again shot through my spine as he once more spoke into my ear. “Fuckin great bro, thanks!” As soon as he pulled out another stranger’s cock was sliding into my now well lubricated hole. Resigned to my fate I doubled my oral efforts to be sure Fred’s toxic load was released deep into my throat. Fred noticed the change and released the pressure on the back of my head. It occurred to me this was my chance to flee but the spit roast was just too enjoyable. Ten minutes of both my holes being pounded gave me lots of opportunities to keep this from going further but I was also enjoying being centre stage of a very admiring crowd. With no warning the second stranger blasted his load into my vulnerable hole. He collapsed onto my back and as he regained his breath rational reason tried to regain control of my brain. But when I saw a third stranger tapping the second spent top, I nodded my assent. I even removed Fred’s cock from my mouth to proclaim, “My ass is all yours, give me your raw cock.” Five minutes later I could tell this top was getting close. Emptying my mouth once again and turning my head I was surprised to hear these words come out of my mouth; “Don’t stop, don’t pull out.” He was already blasting away. Fred’s voice was next speaking to my third breeding stranger; “Come switch places with me, he’ll clean the cum off your cock.”

A rectum and anus is designed to expel matter and not accept fluids but we gay men so crave a man's semen inside us that we try so hard to overcome what nature intended. I've always loved going to sleep with semen planted in me and waking up with that full feeling. It's inevitable it must be released but I relish that it has been inside me all night. I should also note the scent of semen that has been marinating inside a man all night is intoxicating

[think before following links] https://lthrbtmboi.gay/cunt-wreckers/ wow, look at these raw fucker wrecking holes!

Didn’t expect to take another one tonight… My hole was still pink and puffy from earlier—felt loose just walking around. He messaged while I was scrolling in bed. Older, thick build, smelled like weed, sweat, and a hard day. When I opened the door, he didn’t even speak—just looked me up and down and said, “Still leaking?” I nodded. He followed me to the bed, spit once, and pushed in slow. My cunt sucked him in like it already knew him. I moaned without meaning to—it wasn’t just the stretch, it was the way I could feel his cock gliding through other men’s cum inside me. He fucked slow, but deep. Long pulls. Like he wanted to swirl it all up. When he came, he went still, pressed in tight, like he was pouring something into me that needed to stay. When he left, I just laid there—dripping, dizzy, almost high off the heat. About to finally seal 🔌😈

Been away all week on a business trip and it was just one thing after another.... ran out of playtime. So when I woke up this morning, I was horny as fuck. My regular FWB came over and told me HE was horny as fuck too. I ate his ass, played with some toys in his hole and sucked his balls and swallowed his cock. He almost came when I massaged his prostate with my finger while deep throating his cock and milking his cock with my throat. He pushed me into the sling. I spread my legs wait and watched him lube up his cock, then my hole and that awesome feeling of a warm cock opening your asslips apart. That hard head pushing in through the first, then second ring. Insistent. Picking up speed. He moaned that he needed to breed me and he would give me a second load in a bit. And I felt that wet warmth as he filled my guts up with his hot seed. He just moaned and churned it up. I could feel the slickness of my asshole and ass lips. I asked him to stretch my hole. He sat on the chair, face at my hole level and he started to work his fingers in and out slowly. Then worked up another finger, then another, until he had all 5 slowly stretching my dripping hole. He wiggled his fingers a little and my hole just opened up and sucked his hand inside. I groaned. He groaned. And then he start slow fucking me with his cum and my ass juices. He worked his fist in and to the edge. Then in the second hole, tickled my guts and slowly pulled all the way outside. I could feel my ass stretching easier and easier as he pumped in and out. Different depths each time. Then he pushed up inside my guts and massaged my prostate from the OTHER side and I just starting leaking cum all over the place from my cock head. It was like a lightning bolt inside of me. I came at least twice as he pumped my hole. Then he pulled out. Before I could register the emptiness of my hole, he slid his cock back into my gape. And he wrapped two fingers around his cockhead. He pushed his fingers and cock in/out of my dripping ass and I just kept dripping cum slowly from my cock. He reached down and swiped some cum off my head and fed it to me. Made me lick his fingers clean. The taste was intoxicating. Cum and ass juice. Amazing. He was able to stuff that cock up my stretched out hole. Nice and deep. I squeezed and milked his cockhead the entire time. He told me to squeeze hard, then really started to pound me. Within a minute, he gave me that second load he had promised. Balls deep. Way up inside of me. He reached over beside the sling and took a big fat butt plug and slid it slowly into my ass and stood up. Amazing session.

Yesterday on my way home from work I stopped by the park. I saw an older black guy that I have played with pull up. He is about 7.5 uncut. He has bred me a few times so he knows I will service him. We were walking along the trail to fine a spot to play and another black guy walked by us. He was at least 6’3” really built wearing a tank and short shorts. My pussy instinctively opened up and I wanted him in me. I asked the old guy if he knew him and he said yes they have talked some but they were both looking for the same thing. Pussy. He said “do you want me to have him join”? I was like fuck yeah! He called the guy over and we all went into a special place that I have that is private. When everyone is there for the same thing you don’t make small talk. Both men pulled their cocks out and I assumed fag pose 1 by getting on my knees and sucking them both. The big guy was big. At least 9.5 and really thick. The old guy was surprised at my ability to deep throat the big guy so easily. It’s from many years of training. lol. The older guy was driving everything. He told the big guy to get in my hole. I had some lube on me so things would go smoother. I got out my poppers and started huffing away. The big guy eased into me like he had been there many times. The older guy took my throat and both started to fuck. As a bottom it’s an overwhelmingly good feeling to know you can service to men at once. The older guy started to pick up the pace and ended up shooting a load town my throat. The older guy asked the big guy if he was close and he said no it usually takes him a while. I don't mind hearing that. lol. The older guy stood there and fed me the last few drops of is seed while the big guy pounded away. After a few minutes the big guy flooded me with his precious seed. We all exited and started to walk back to the parking lot. It was about a quarter mile so we talked. The big guy said how impressed he was that I could take him so easily. That made me feel good. The older guy said how he would like to take the day and both of them take turns using me. We all knew that probably would not happen but it’s nice to think about. I hope I see them out at the same time again.

Part 11 While I walk into the locker room , where the other teams are waiting for their turn, I can feel cum dripping out of my hole. It leaves a small trail on my butt and on the floor. It's like the Hansel and Gretel fairy tale. You can see the path I walked, leaving cum spots all over. And it's not just me; Kayode has the same. When we enter the locker room , we don't say anything to the other teams that are still waiting to play , but we can see their eyes on us. Well, actually on our asses that are dripping. No questions are needed about what we took, I guess. The host walks us to some showers in the back of the locker room with instructions to clean ourselves. We both walk up to the showers and turn them on. Cold water runs over my head, down my neck and chest, to my filled-up hole, washing some cum drops away. It's a hall of showers, so there's no privacy here. I can see Kayode doing the same. He's washing his ass and is keeping the shower hand bar to his ass. He sees that I watch him. Damm, he is hot, I think to myself. Kayode really has a nice ass and body. The first team is almost done showering, but I hear someone walking up behind me. A hand is gripping my ass, and a finger touches my hole. There is a dripper... that hole took some. It is one of the guys from the first team, the 30-year-old guy. He pushes his finger deep up my hole and makes me shiver again. "Feels wet, just like your friend over there," he nods to Kayode . "Your speed has a price," he laughs. " Let him be," Kayode tells him. "There is enough cock and asses in this roulette game for everyone ." The player gets his finger out of my hole and watches while his finger is full of cum when he pulls it out of me. "Just wanted a taste," he smiles. With that, he licks his own finger clean, covered in my cum that was up my hole. I watch him in disbelief. Was that all up my hole? And even more still in me? I never knew I could take so much. And he just licked it up? Together with my ass juices? "Tastes good, might be a toxic mix," he laughs at me. The player walks away from me, and Kayode calls me to him. "Don't worry," he tells me, "those guys are dicks. Get your ass here; let's clean that hole up." I walk to Kayode and stand close to him. Watching his body is making me hard. My hand slowly touches his cock. I'm not thinking in any way of what that other guy just told me. I'm only thinking of that hot body of Kayode next to me. Glad you like me, he laughs. I grab his cock tight and let my hands softly play with it. His balls run through my fingers. He is built big. Is every black cock that big, I wonder? My hand is touching his body. Over his six-pack to his chest, I let my fingers rest on his nipples, slowly playing with them. Softly, I kiss Kayode. Damn, that boy can kiss. I turn myself to him with my still filled hole and press my ass against his crotch. Kayode starts to laugh. "Your ass is turning into a slutty breeding hole... that's nice, mate, but I'm a bottom, bro. So let's save the fun for the next part of the game and let me just clean that ass of yours." Fuck, I think to myself, but he is right. There is still one game to go. I can feel a cold shower against my hole. "Bend over, let's wash it ," Kayode tells me. My head is waking up again, and I bend a bit over. Kayode seems to know what he's doing while washing me. When he's done with me, I need to help him too, and I try to copy the way he did it for me. I wash his beautiful tight ass and remove all the cum that I can see. His hole looks really fresh again, ready for the next round. In 20 minutes, we are done, and we leave the shower to join the guys in the locker room again, just around the corner. We wait till all teams are back. The host gives us the scores again. We were not the fastest, but we did earn some points. Kayode is in second place on the scoreboard . I'm somewhere in the middle. Just one game left. The host calls us all together and starts to talk again. The next game is called blackjack . The rules are simple: get as close to 21 as you can. Bust it when you think you're close enough or no longer can take it (the host starts to grin ). You get points, the same as the number you have. It counts with the points you had earlier . If you exceed 21 points in this game, you get nothing. So think before you proceed with anything. In each large room, there are four spinning tables set up. You will lie on that spinning table. You are the dice yourself, if you know what I mean. You will be strapped to the spinning table on your back with your legs apart. Around you, there will be 12 tops. Each top has a number on it. You can give yourself a spin. You can push yourself off on the handles placed that are placed all around the table. The harder you push, the harder and longer you spin. The wheel you are chained to will turn... When it stops, the guy standing right beneath you, between your legs, is the number you spun. That guy has 10 minutes with you. There will be four tables in the room; we can't fit more in it. So, not all of you can play at the same time. Some have to wait a while. You can watch the scoreboard; your points will be added to the points you already have. The one with the highest score stays. If you drop down to second or even lower , we will escort you out. We thank you for participating in the game, and we wish you a good continuation of your holiday. Watch the screen; you are picked from the lowest to the highest scores. Damn. So... now I need to give up all control to a top. I have no say in whatever happens. Only my spin will determine which guy I'm playing with. I'm getting nervous. I'm not in the first round; there are players with fewer points. There is no screen, so we can't watch. We only hear moaning coming from the big room. It makes me even more nervous, but also excited. What and how will this game be, and what will it look like? I take a piss and have another drink while I wait. It takes some time, and some guys are being asked to follow the host into the room. I watch the scoreboard, and I can see points being added, but also guys getting no points at all, and guys dropping in the ranking. They are being escorted out, and a red cross becomes visible behind their names . Then I am up. I hug Kayode and wish him luck. It's not his turn yet because he is one of the guys with the most points. I walk into the room. One table is empty, and I'm being escorted to it. I can see other spinning wheels where guys are chained. Some look really wasted. Are they sick or just roughened up by a top? I can smell the odor of cum, piss, gag, sex, and sweat in the room. One guy has a red ass like a tomato. You can see handprints on him, and his hole is puffy and open. One guy is covered in fluids. If I have to guess, it's piss mixed with cum. I'm getting led to the wheel, and a helper is just cleaning it. "Sorry," he says, "it was a mess. Just cleaning it a bit for you." I can see the tops standing and smiling next to the wheel. They all have chains with numbers. Again, they are all wearing red shirts whit numbers, so I can't see any part of their chests. From some guys, I see parts of tattoos coming out of their sleeves. There are younger and older guys, but they all look rough. They all have shorts on, with, again, a zipper. I don't have to ask why that zipper is there; I already know that part from the first game. "Go ahead," the help says to me. "Take a place in the middle of the wheel." I climb on the wheel and sit in the middle. All tops are going around the wheel and me. I watch them closely, face by face, scanning their bodies and shorts. Some have a big, hard bulge in their shorts. photo of Jake on the spinning wheel. "Watch closely ," the helper says to me. All the tops have a number on their shirts. Those are the points. Get as close to 21 as you can. If a top is too rough for you and you stop, the game stops too, and you can't spin again. Just so you know. "Go and lie down now," the helper tells me. I do as I'm told and lie down on the spinning wheel . The helper ties my hands down on the wheel . "Spread those legs," he says. I do as I'm told, and they are getting bound too. "Okay, now start the game," while the helper walks away. Fast, I watch the other wheels, and I can see guys getting slapped and fucked. I guess that's what will happen to me soon too. I grab the handles and then push it hard. The wheel spins with me on it. It spins hard and for a long time. I get dizzy, and I'm not sure when and where it will stop. Now I know why some of the other bottoms look a bit sick. Slowly, the wheel slows down. I watch the tops' faces while I spin past them. They are laughing . Some spit on my face while I pass them. On my cheeks , on my body, on my mouth. The wheel stops. I'm dizzy as hell, so I'm not sure where or which guy it stopped at. I can hear some guys breathe in disappointment , but one guy clearly says, "He is mine for 10 minutes ." I can hear a click; my legs are being freed, but my hands stay locked on the wheel . The other guys take a step back, and I look up. My view over my body, past my cock, and there I see him. I spun number 12... jackpot... a big muscular guy, looks a bit Arabic in origin , bald with a short shaved head, a big beard, tattoos coming out of his shirt, a big bulge, and strong legs. He looks dark and mean out of his eyes. I swallow in nerves. photo of the guy whit number 12 I feel his strong hand gripping my feet, slowly moving across my legs to my upper thighs . His hands feel warm and rough on me. They are tight around me, though it feels really good. Slowly, his hands go up my upper thighs till I feel his fingers touch my cock and balls. My cock is starting to react and getting a bit excited . He grabs my balls with his strong, big hands and closes his hand around them. It feels so hot and warm. I really like the feeling. But then... he starts to tighten up his hands, my balls trapped in them. He tightens up fast and hard... he's ... he's crushing my balls. It hurts; it hurts like hell. I hear a scream in the room; my mind wonders from whom . Then I recognize it. It's my own voice... I am screaming. Screaming in pain because he is crushing my balls. The top slowly bends over me... "You don't need those nuts, as a fuck hole," he grins at me. "I am number 12 for a reason. I am the hardest over here. " And he crushes his hands again... "Fuckkkkkk. Aaaaahhhhhhhh , it hurts," and I scream again. He just laughs and then lets my balls loose . My balls feel crushed , red, painful, while the top walks around the table to my face. His crotch hanging against my nose. I can smell it, and his bulge looks huge. He opens up his zipper and gets his cock out. It has to be somewhere around 7.8 inches and is cut. He is semi-hard already. Open up that mouth, boy. I have 10 minutes and no time to waste. I open my mouth, and he just sticks his cock in, pushing it into my throat. I start to gag, but he does not pull back. I start to gag and cough up slime. It's all around his cock, leaking from the sides and dripping on my face. But he does not pull back and slaps my face with his hand instead. Don't be a pussy, boy; just swallow. I do as I'm told and try to get calm, sucking his cock into my throat. His cock is now wet and slimy from me gagging on it. and then I taste something . I feel a warm, wet sensation in my throat , a feeling of drowning and the urge to swallow. My body reacts, and I start to swallow. A warm fluid, tasting spicy... My eyes widen ... he is pissing into my throat, and I can do nothing but swallow... The top laughs at me; I just need to get rid of this and don't like it to be wasted. I like my boys dirty, and he keeps pissing in me. Beam after beam, I feel piss flowing down my throat and swallow it. I'll try to stay calm in my mind, but it's hard to do so. What the fuck is happening to me... I never thought of this... The top then pulls his cock out, still pissing. Out of my throat and into my mouth. I can now taste his piss really well, and still, I am swallowing it. The top starts to laugh, seeing this boy likes it. He even swallows it now when he can just purge it out. He then gets all of his cock out and starts to piss on my face and body. It's a sort of warm waterfall, hitting my naked thighs and down my body. I feel my hair wet and dripping, my body, my own ass and cock. He just pisses on me, all over. And I... can't do anything... but let it happen and try to enjoy... I can hear the other tops clap their hands, encouraging the top while they watch me. After some seconds, the top stops pissing. "I'm done pissing, slut," he shouts to me. He pushes his cock down my throat again. I can taste his filthy piss, but I clean his cock as much as I can. He gives a small slap against my face as approval and takes his cock back out again. Slowly, he walks to the other side of the table again, while I am still wet and dripping from his piss. He climbs on the spinning table, and I feel my legs getting spread. He pushes them over his shoulders, so my ass gets lifted. I watch his face and eyes carefully, while my hands are still tied down. My hole tightens up; I can't do anything while I lie here chained. I have to take whatever is coming, and I need to take these points. Meanwhile, my cock got hard from this threat, but my balls are still hurting. They might be blue as hell, comes across my mind. Then he gets his face down to my ass. I can feel his beard scratching across my hole and ass. His breath at my hole is warm; against my hole, I can feel my hole twitch a bit. A wet, warm, tickling feeling surprises me. He's licking my sphincter, his warm tongue pushing a bit in me. His tongue feels soft and tender, though the top is not tender at all. his beard scratching against my ass and thighs. pushing his tongue with force against me and trying to get a bit in. then the tip of his tongue does. I can feel it. his tongue going deeper and a warm, hot feeling comes over me. meanwhile I feel a finger coming in too, pushing against my prostate. I'm starting to moan; this feels so good. then he stops rimming me but keeps his finger in me, pushing against my prostate as he watches me face to face, deep in my eyes. a true bottom slut, he tells me softly. a tight, wet hole I enjoy, and moaning while I finger your hole, just begging for more, he tells me. then he pushes a second finger in, trying to open me up. I can only start to moan harder. here I am, moaning in bliss , with a top between my legs, fingering my hole. he is right, I want more; I want it all. He then gets his fingers out and pushes my legs up even more. He starts to sit up, my legs over his shoulders, and I can feel his cock against my ass. "See the clock above you," he tells me. "Five minutes left, and I'm going to use this time to take that ass of yours. You can watch the clock until it's time because I will take this time to fuck." He then sets his big cock against my hole. It still feels wet from the gagging before. But fuck, his cock swells up and he is huge. He grabs my shoulders, presses me down, and holds me. I can see his muscles tighten . And then... I feel a push... not a normal push, but hard, really hard. A feeling of pain shoots through my body, and my sphincter breaks. His cock just shoots up my hole like a racing car. There is no stopping, no grip on his cock; he just pushes real hard and my hole breaks for his cock. My anal walls are getting pushed to the sides when his cock shoots up. Pain , terrible pain in me, and a feeling of being filled up. Hard, I yell, " Fuuucccckkkkkkk!" There is no escape from him; he holds me and his ass is his. His cock rams up into me, and with a big slap, his groin slaps against my ass. He's in me, all the way. I try to get some air; I feel filled up, painful, scared, and so much more. But his cock does feel good in me. My hole is gripping his cock all over, from the base to the top, deep inside me. I can feel it deep inside, and I am honored . Painfully and hard, he starts to push and back down, fucking me like a wild animal. He's pumping my hole extremely fast. My mind and body do not even have the chance to register if his cock is in or out of my hole. His cock just slams in me, rubbing my prostate. The way he fucks me is the way I need. My hole burns, my sphincter tight around his cock. I can feel my sphincter getting ripped up. My legs on his shoulders and he watching me deep in my eyes. I can only moan and groan. The help walks up to me and holds a little bottle under my nose. "Sniff this, otherwise your hole will be ripped to pieces and your holiday might be over then. " All I can think is I'll do anything for some pain relief , so I take a big sniff. My head starts to spin a bit; I feel my mind and muscles relax. The pain in my hole fades away. I can feel pleasure, purely pleasure while the top ravages my hole. I feel him thrusting hard and deep, and I start to moan loudly from pleasure. The top grins . "There is the slut, like a real good slut loving my cock and loving his ass used." He only starts to pound me even harder. The time seems to slow down. I can feel his balls slapping hard against my ass while the top lowers himself on me. His beard scratching my body, over my chest and nipples , to my face and mouth. He starts to kiss me, his tongue deep in my mouth. I can feel his wet shirt from sweat wiping over my body, mixing with the remains of piss that I still have on me. I feel a huge sensation up my hole, like I never felt before. I am enjoying myself; I love his cock. The second he stops kissing, he spits in my open mouth, and I just let him. The I hear a bell ring. My mind is still racing, and I am watching my top deep in his eyes. "Fuck," he says to me. "Time is up," I hear a helper say. "Time for another spin... The"" data-pos="195" data-len="10" > " The top gets off me, my legs still open for him. He grips my legs and locks them down on the wheel again. I remain still for a few minutes. "Did ... did... did you cum?" I softly ask. "Nah ," the top says. "Too bad the time was up. I wanted to fill you up though . "What… What did you give me?" as i look to the helper. "Those were some strong poppers, boy. Just to help you relax. "Try to get your head back for a minute, and then we start again." I glance at the other tables, and I can see there are two new guys on the spinning tables. I guess I missed it when they walked out and were done with the game. Damn , I now have 12 points. Let's see how close I can get to 21. I grab the handles strongly and give them a strong push. I let myself spin again, round and round. The faces and crotches of the tops are spinning beside my head. Slowly, the wheel starts to slow down again and stops. I hold my head up and watch what number I spin. Number 4. That's a total of 16 points I spin. Number 4 laughs, and I watch him closely . It's a younger guy, I think 25 or something . He is thin, very slim; I can see clearly his shirt is too wide and his hips have bones sticking out. He looks like he is an addict or sick and wasted. I'm not sure why he looks like this. I can see his life is rough and hard, even when he is still this young. He has a nice smile . And damn, he has a big bulge in his underwear. It really sticks out compared with his slim body. photo of the guy whit number 4 The guy is starting to unlock my legs. His thin fingers touch my feet and legs. He is not wasting any time, and before I know it, I feel his hand discovering my ass. His finger pushes against my just-fucked hole. He's making circles with his finger on my hole, and it feels really hot. Then, within a second, his finger starts to push in. I can feel his thin finger up my hole, massaging my prostate . It feels hot. With his other hand, I can see him opening his underwear. A huge cock plops out of it. It is thick, veiny, and big. The top smiles when he sees me looking at his cock, while his finger is still in me. "All boys like my cock," he smirks. "So many holes have taken it, and yours is next." He then gets his finger out of me and pushes my legs apart. His cock against my sphincter. I can feel him already dripping some pre-cum or whatever else it is against my hole. The helper comes to me and is holding a bottle again. "You're a lucky guy," he tells me. "Again, you are going to enjoy a real big cock. So sniff it up and let your body relax." I take a big, deep sniff. Tears run in my eyes, and my mind fades away. At the same time, I feel some sort of pressure and a feeling of getting stuffed. It's the top. This number four is pushing his cock up my hole really slow. My sphincter just breaks and gives my inner self to the top. My hole is on his cock, his to use for the next ten minutes. Softly I moan while his cock goes deeper and deeper. Just in one flow and thrust, he pounds himself deep into my hole. I can hear myself giving a yell . Fuck , I huff. He is huge. I can feel his bony hips pressing against my thighs while his cock is deep in me. He lets me relax a bit and then starts to thrust. Fuckkk , dammmm. He goes deep and hard, I can feel his hips thrusting against me. Some hard slams; I bet he will leave some bruises. But my mind is still Flying, and my whole body is relaxed from the poppers. So I let him fuck me, with no hesitation and just a bit of faded-away pain. I feel his bony hips thrusting hard against my ass. His thick, hard cock deep in me. Damn, I love this feeling. "Fuck me," I moan to him, "fuck me hard. " The top hears it and starts to fuck me harder and rougher. The feeling is slowly coming back, but my body is all relaxed. I can feel my hole burning from taking his big cock. My hole is gripping tightly around his big cock. His balls are slamming against it every time he pushes deep inside me. His hands are placed on my chest, and I can feel his thin fingers touching me, playing with my nipples while he leans a bit over me. I follow his arms with my eyes. I can see pale skin, bones sticking out beneath his skin. Thick veins and small muscles appear with his intense pounding. The guy is giving me all he can. I can see blue spots on his arms. I'm not sure if those are from needles, from sickness, or from something else rough . My eyes follow his arms up to his bony shoulders and chest. He has no chest hair, and his chest is really flat and skinny, though his nipples are big and hot-nipples that should be sucked and played with. He is sweaty and keeps pounding as if it is the last thing he will ever do. Then I watch closely as he faces me . I can clearly see he was damn hot at one time; he still has that look. But time and life have taken a toll on it. His eyes are fixed ahead , not on me. He is just intensely fucking me, doing his job as a top and not caring about me at all. What happened to this guy? Somewhere in his 20s or 25, looking that rough and thin. Slowly the feeling in my body is coming back, and I can feel him fuck me more intensely . I can clearly hear his balls slapping hard against my ass and his hip bones smashing into me. It hurts every time he pounds me, his cock thrusting deep inside me, pushing my limits . My hole can't get any grip on his cock; it feels slippery. Is it all pre-cum? I feel some pain deep inside my hole, but I guess the worst is already done. I clearly hear the guys around the wheel supporting the boy. "Fuck him, fuck him, breed him, cum in that man's pussy”. The guy responds, "I will, I will fill him up..." and he starts to pound even harder. Pain shoots through my body, and the help wants to give me another sniff. Just before I take a sniff , my mind races and thinks , "If I am indeed the last fuck of this boy, let him enjoy and let him fill me up." So, with that, I scream to him , "Fuck me, give me your cum, load me up..." I can see the boy laughing at me and nodding . Then I take another sniff. My body immediately reacts to it , and my sphincter just relaxes . I feel the guy pound me way more easily, and with this, he can push even a bit deeper. His cock is rubbing my prostate, so my body responds, and I am really hard while he is fucking me. My balls are hard, but every time he pounds back into my hole, I can feel them bounce. I start to moan loudly , just like the top. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I'm yours to use... I love this, I love this ... fuckkk..... I feel a sort of electric impulse through my whole body, and I start to spasm. I feel wet drops hitting my body, face, and mouth. My mind is going crazy, and I don't really understand what these drops are yet. My body is spasming so badly, and the pleasure is unbelievable . Just a few seconds later, I hear the guy moan hard... here I come, here I come. He pushed deep inside me, and in my hole, I can feel his cock swell up. He is swelling so damn big; it feels like he is bursting out of my hole any second. Then I feel him spasm, and I feel a hard tickling sensation deep inside me. He is cumming in my hole, deep inside me. Load after load, he is shooting deep into me. He does not pull out or anything; he is just keeping his cock deep so he shoots all of it. My mind is slowly coming back. We came at the same time... He shot his load deep in me, so I keep it forever. His DNA deep in my hole, with whatever he has. And it was my own cum, shooting on my body, face, and mouth. Big cum shots dripping around my mouth. The guy is tired and crashes on my body. His face near mine and his mouth on mine. He starts to lick my lips and chin. He is licking my cum off me, getting it in his mouth. He is making a show of it, showing me and the guys next to the wheel that he has my cum in his mouth. And then he swallows it... He smiles, still with a nice fresh load, he softly whispers to me and kisses me. He gets back on his knees and stands up. His big cock pulling out of my hole. He is still a bit hard, and I can see cum drops falling from his cock that he just pulled out with him . It looks... yellow... what the... I think? The guy smiles again. "Now you might get this too," he points to his yellow cum. I'm too tired to panic, and my body is still in a trance from shooting my own load and getting one at the same time. I just look at the cycling till the time on the clock is done. Ten minutes are over. I need to keep going, I think to myself... I catch my breath and grab the handles again. I spin again. It's not as hard as the first two times, but enough to make at least three rounds. The wheel stops again, and I watch. I have 16 points, and now??? Fuck . I spun number 12 again, and he is just laughing . "Hi there again," he laughs at me, "back for a second ride to finish it?" I can only nod, thinking that I just lost... 16 plus 12 is 28... I'm way over 21. The guy is getting between my legs again. He is already hard from the show that number 4 gave. He pushes his finger deep and rough up my hole and massages my prostate. My cock responds again and is getting hard. "Perfect , now you're willing again," he laughs. "That hole is so slippery and wet. Mmmm . I'll take my part of it, and I will massage number 4's cum even deeper in you. I might even get some of what he has," he laughs to number 4. Then he pushes his cock against me. The help is coming with poppers again. But the top is waving him away . "This boy doesn't need it. Have you seen his cummy hole? He can take it without now." With that, he pushes hard up in me. My hole can't resist anything, so he just pushes deep in me. I feel him slide deep in me. He is right, I can take it. I feel some pain, but I love it. I love the feeling of cock deep in me. He looks deep in my eyes and then I whisper to him , "Fuck me, fuck me hard. My hole is hungry for your load..." The guy (number 12) starts to pound me. Three times softly, and then he just rams it into my hole. It's like a beast destroying me . He keeps ramming it deep inside me. My body just shakes when he pounds me. My back hurts against the wheel, but I don't give in. I let him have me. the guy is moaning load, wile his body pounds me and is sweating like hell. i bend a bit forward so i can kiss him, wile he is using me. his beard tickles on my chin. our thongs find each other and we keep kissing wile he is pounding me hard. i have put my legs on his shoulders so he can fuck me even deeper. and he dous... While we kiss, I softly moan in pleasure. His cock is rubbing against my prostate, so this fuck feels like both pain and pleasure. I can feel some cum from number 4 leaking out of me, lubing his cock and balls. I hear wet smacking from his balls against my hole. This has to be the cum of number 4, dripping onto his balls. These sounds echo around the room. I feel so slutty and hot at the same time. While he kisses me, he sometimes breaks the kiss and just spits in my mouth. Thankfully, I swallow it. I can see in his eyes he likes to watch me swallow it. He lets out a big growl and looks deep into my eyes. "Shall I pump my load up there with the load of number 4?" he asks me. "So your hole will be flooded and know its real meaning." I nod. "Please sir, please ." I need that. He keeps fucking me rough for half a minute and then just rams his cock deep into my hole. Further than he was before, and I feel a sting of pain mixed with the feeling of getting filled up. He starts to shiver, and I feel his cock getting hard and thick deep inside me. "Cum in me," I yell to him. I just spoke those words out loud, and I can feel it-cum spraying deep in my hole. Wet , warm, sticky shots deep inside me, shot after shot, while the guy moans loudly . The guys around the wheel start to applaud . He stays in me for a while, panting and sweating . Sweat is dripping from his beard onto my face and mouth. Some drops I catch with my tongue . His shirt is wet with all the sweat . I wish I could rip it off him, but my hands are still tied up on the wheel . Still 5 minutes left, a help call . The guy nods. I feel his cock in me getting softer. "I'm not done yet," he laughs at me. "You take all of me; you're a hole, nothing more, nothing less." I feel a sharp, warm pain in me. It feels like I'm getting filled up with some sort of liquid. It feels hot, wet, and it is hitting my prostate hard. The guy smiles.... "I'm filling you up with my piss." My eyes widen . Is he... is he... pissing in my hole? I feel dirty, but at the same time, a sort of electric shock goes through my body. He is pissing against my prostate, so it feels heavenly at the same time. I start to moan loudly . The feeling, the piss, it just keeps going. I moan loudly, and then my cock and body start to spasm again. I'm cumming.... My load shoots out of my cock, over my belly, while he keeps pissing into me. A mix of intense pleasure, dirty, warm, hot, and sluttiness washes over me, but I keep shooting my load. I can see the guy grinning at me while he keeps pissing against my prostate, even when after some 5 shots, I'm done. The intense feeling... fuckkk, I moan, while my body keeps spasming . Slowly, the feeling is getting less. The guy stops pissing in me, but he leaves his cock in me. I'm done, slut... he laughs and bends over to me. He kisses me deeply, his beard scratching against me again, but I love it. I think I love him for opening this world to me. I never knew it could be this hot. Welcome to the world of dirty fuck sluts, he laughs, and I can only say thanks. I can hear now the beeping of the alarm; the time is up. It's done, I lost, but got two cum loads in me. He gets his cock out while his fingers move over my body, collecting my cum. His fingers are full of it, and he holds it at my mouth. He does not have to say anything; I just open my mouth and start to lick his fingers. I taste my own cum, and I swallow it. He turns around and walks away from me, out of the room. I stay there for a few minutes. As I look around me, other bottoms are on the wheel, then when I started, help comes up and starts to untie me. "You lost," he tells me, "you went over 21 points." He helps me up; I'm still a bit weak and soft in my legs, so he walks with me to a locker room . Here, I can take a shower. I'm all alone in there, and even the help walks away. I get under the shower, and I feel the water running down. I have an urge to push. No one sees me, so I do. A waterfall of piss, cum, anal fluid, and some blood is pouring out of my hole, falling down on the ground and getting washed away with the water of the shower. I watch it flow over the ground into the shower pit. I stand there for a few minutes; my mind is turned off and slowly coming back . What did happen? What did I do? But I did like it. I feel an urge to get more. Is this the new me? I think it is. Well , I think I'm getting more understanding for Kayode and Leroy now. I am becoming a bit of a cock slut myself here these days in the hotel.

Part 6 "Eat my ass, boy" Now, even getting my ass railed bareback by a total stranger, I was still in the mood to use my mouth (This is even after being mercilessly throatfucked earlier). DomTop617 continued to thrust in my hole as Steve laid on his behind in front of me. He stroked my stained face with a kind hand, and then he got on his back and spread his naked legs. I got to work, and started to lick his hairy asshole. He brought his hands behind my head and began lightly pushing my head even closer. The summer heat had made his taint and hole moist, and I licked and kissed and penetrated his hole with my tongue. Before entering his home, I had thought Steve would simply be a cuck on the sidelines. Now, I was giving him anallingus. DomTop617 was lost in his own primal lust, pounding away at my hole. As I was in the middle of going down on Steve, DomTop617 grunted: "Here is comes, boy". He buried his entire cock in me, and he climaxed right then and there, the new feeling of hot cum swimming into my once untainted rectum. He collapsed on me for a second, our sweaty bodies glued and stuck together. After a moment of him laying on top me, he steadied himself up and stammered back towards my front, where I had continued with my make out session with an old man's asshole. DomTop617's standing over me caused me to stop, and I looked up at him, my eyes probably glazed with ectasy. "Did you like that boy?" I smiled: "Oh yes, Sir. I did." "Thank Sir by cleaning his cock" I got to my knees and began sucking his semierect cock. I was a sweaty mess, which contributed to the taste of his penis. After a minute of this, he tuffled my hair with his hands and said goodbye, dressed, and left. I never knew his real name. Steve still wanted me lick his ass, so I continued that for a few more minutes, cum beginning to ooze out of my hole as this was going on. Finally, Steve orgasmed, and cumed buckets, the cum steaming towards his balls, which I gladly cleaned up. Breathing heavy, Steve exclaimed: "That was the greatest thing that's ever happened" and he laughed. As I dressed, I thanked Steve for this amazing time, and asked for DomTop617's email, which he gave. I also told Steve not to tell Tom (remember, the gangbang organizer from Part 1?) about my barebacking, as I wanted to surprise him at the next gangbang. Steve smiled and agreed. TEN DAYS LATER ----- It was the monthly gangbang, and I had specifically asked Tom to fuck me first. I stressed to him that condoms must be used as usual (I grinned as I wrote that). He acquised. So, I was there, on the bed, surrounded by a half dozen older men. Tom was at the center, cock fully erect, clothed in a condom. Steve watched, smiling. Tom began fucking me, and I decided to milk it for a few seconds. He fucked me with a condom for a few moments before I told him to pull out. He groaned and asked what was wrong. I turned around, and got on all fours in front of him. I grinned at him, and held his cock, and began removing his condom. "Fuck me bare, Sir" Tom wasted no time, turning me around, and finished what I started. He removed the condom and threw it on the bed, and with a animal like fervor he began to mount and fuck me. I smiled as another Man made me suck his cock during this. I smiled, because I knew I would be getting at least seven loads in my ass today. THE END.

More recently, if I go without jerking off for a week or more, I notice I start to ooze/leak precum when I’m horned up, like a good amount, and it feels like I’m about to blow a huge load without even touching myself.

1. Ownership Mr. McPherson’s dildos, a mix of flesh-colored and black, some clean, some not so clean, spread out all over the unmade bed. A few others were nestled in the leather sling, while several various sized butt plugs all stood upright like proud soldiers at attention on the nightstand. Jesse looked over the bedroom. It was part of his job, he reminded himself, to clean them. And he was happy to in exchange for Mr. McPherson and his associate, slash housemate, slash whatever he was to Mr. McPherson, Dante—who he'd yet to meet—given their downstairs studio at their secluded island compound. After flunking out of his junior college's Spring semester, he answered Mr. McPherson's ad that said there would be light housekeeping in exchange for room and board and a small stipend. It wasn’t till his second day on the island that Mr. McPherson informed him 'housekeeping' included washing up a large collection of sex toys. The other requirement, he learned after he’d settled into his room, was a 'uniform' he was to wear inside the compound—a pair of skimpy white shorts, sandals and nothing more. Surveying the room he found some of the toys were unbelievably huge, some anatomically impossible. How they could even be incorporated into the act of sex was mysterious, if not a little disturbing, given the destruction or distortion on the impacted asshole. Yet a part of him was a bit enticed to try one or two out at some point. The only sound of the compound was soft surf in the distance and the quiet vacuuming of the pool man outside. Right now might possibly be an opportune time to put his curiosity to the test. He walked around the room seeing if there was a small one he might try or one he might tease his hole with. Yes, he picked one up that seemed perfect. He laughed to himself he was Goldilocks, settling on one not too big but not too small. Suddenly he heard a flush and Mr. McPherson burst from the master bathroom, completely naked, and stumbled directly into him. Jesse, with a wet, rubbery ten inch dildo wobbling in his hands, took a step back to steady himself. He peered down gawking at his employer’s dick. Although the cock was flaccid, it dangled mightily mid-way down Mr. McPherson’s sinewy thighs. Apparently still high from the night before, it took Mr. McPherson a moment to place who Jesse was. Balancing one hand on Jesse’s thin, hairless chest, he focused, his dark knitted brows relaxed as he snapped his fingers, mouthing quietly to himself, “Jesse.” A bit of a hazy smile came to light in his twinkling blue eyes. “Yes, sir, Mr. McPherson,” Jesse responded. Mr. McPherson’s hand slowly ran over Jesse’s smooth, youthful chest, pausing on the boy’s right nipple and giving it a slight tug. Mr. McPherson shook his head, saying, "No-no-no. No mister, boy. ‘Sir’ is…adequate. That is when no one is around." Mr. McPherson looked theatrically left and right. "And no one, I see, is around.” Mr. McPherson grinned, displaying two rows of shark-like teeth. Aside from his intimidating smile (or maybe because of it) he appeared to Jesse to be the perfect Daddy type: a very fit late forties, early fifties, alpha male; a gym rat and probable partier; a Polo-clad rich guy, semi-retired. While cleaning Mr. McPherson’s downstairs office, nosing around on his computer, he clicked through screens of stocks, cryptocurrencies, and real estate properties the man owned. Judging by the photos on the bookcases and hanging on the walls, images of Mr. McPherson beaming next to ex-presidents, Arab sheiks, some vaguely familiar world leaders, and more than a few famous—always male—Hollywood celebrities, made it seem like this guy knew everyone important on the planet. During the interview, his habit of stroking his dark goatee and looking sideways at Jesse kept him a bit off-guard, but whatever hesitation he detected from Mr. McPherson regarding hiring him, Jesse tackled head-on with contagious enthusiasm that repeatedly brought out Mr. McPherson’s shark grin. The man charmed Jesse in return with his roguish manner throughout the interview. And when he impulsively hired him on the spot, the contract scanned to find his weekly salary and frantically signed before Mr. McPherson changed his mind, Jesse fisted the air crowing Yes!, issuing a devilish outburst from Mr. McPherson. That this handsome stranger with his rugged, noble looks, his silver mane of hair, his manicured nails, his shirt sleeves swollen by flexing biceps, had actually chosen him for employment, why he felt he’d won the lottery. Now, with Mr. McPherson naked before him, Jesse couldn’t believe his circumstance. He tried to be as casual as possible, as if this happened all the time. And as much as he managed to keep his tongue securely in his mouth, he couldn’t help but fixate on Mr. McPherson’s powerful chest, as smooth as his, but bronze with powerful pecs that sculpted perfectly to two fleshy nipples that—for fuck sake!—had two horseshoe piercings through them. Mr. McPherson sensed Jesse admiration. He rewarded him by swaying his hips so his dick swung hypnotically for Jesse’s benefit. The boy couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the pendulum that cascaded under a generous patch of dark brown pubes. Pointing to the sizable dildo Jesse held, he asked, “You fancy that one, eh?” Jesse gave a quick, impish smirk. In a confidential whisper, Mr. McPherson boasted, “Mine's bigger.” Jesse blushed and looked around the room trying to focus on why he was there. “Uh, I finished your office, sir. I figured you were out, like, maybe you’d left the island, so I, uh, thought….” Jesse rambled rapidly, not sure why he was trying to pretend that Mr. McPherson wasn’t outright hitting on him. “Let’s sit,” Mr. McPherson said, pointing to two easy chairs in front of a picture window that looked out to the sea. “Let’s…get more familiar with each other, shall we? And I must sit because I am about to fall over. Rough night.” He patted a chair taking the large, fat dildo from Jesse and plopped it on a low table separating the chairs. “Interviews are such an impersonal way of knowing someone. And now that you’re here, in the flesh—and what flesh, I have to say—I should like to get to know you better.” “Yes, sir,” Jesse replied, easing into his chair. He tried to avoid looking at Mr. McPherson penis which had begun to rise half-mast. (A losing battle at best.) He felt a need to shift his own hardening cock in his shorts. He crossed a leg, trying to casually hide a bulge that was forming. “Are you satisfied with your quarters, Jesse?” Jesse nodded. “You’re directly beneath us. I hope we weren’t too noisy last night. Dante and I had our boys over. Very dirty boys, as you can see.” Mr. McPherson waved his hand over the room. “We do love our dirty boys—Dante and I—the dirtier the better.” He sat back in his chair, which only emphasized how rigid his pole had become. Nonchalantly, he began stroking it, his eyes fixated on Jesse. With a bit of a deer in the headlight glaze, Jesse fought to keep his eyes from dipping down. “Tell me: have you had anything this big fuck your arse?” He revealed once again his exceptionally wide grin. “Or this,” he asked, grabbing the dildo off the table and letting it flop back and forth next to his erection. “Or both,” he chortled, truly eating up Jesse’s arousal and awkwardness. The saying It ain’t bragging if it’s true popped into Jesse mind. Mr. McPherson wasn’t exaggerating: his cock easily topped the ten incher and was even thicker to boot. Jesse gulped and shook his head. “Nothing that big, Mr. Mc-….Sir.” He glanced anxiously out at wide expanse of the ocean, then darted his eyes quickly back to the man, trying to hide this strange mixture of unease and enticement. Mr. McPherson licked his lips continuing to study him. “You really are one of the most stunning boys I’ve met in a very long time, Jesse. Your parents, Irish and Italian, yes?” “Were, sir. But yes.” He’d related as much during his interview—his family situation, the difficult past year, his self-assurance about his future. “Dad was Sicilian, mom was from Cork. Like I said, they left me a little something. But now,” he exhaled a pfft, lifting his palm to indicate this house, this lifestyle. “I can’t ask for more than this.” “Such beautiful coloring,” Mr. McPherson said, not paying him heed. “You ran track in high school, yes?” Jesse affirmed this with a nod. “Like a fine race horse ready to be broken in. What delicious brown eyes," his employer said, leaning towards him. "Gorgeous chestnut hair, which, if you don’t mind me saying, would look great buzzed," he said, running his fingers along his scalp. "And such pale white skin," he cooed, running his knuckles across Jesse's peach fuzz cheek. He squinted. "I want to give you, Jesse, exactly what I think you want, things you deserve." The offer came across a little menacing if not domineering. It made Jesse’s heart beat a little faster. "Being a runner, you probably don’t smoke,” Mr. McPherson asked, pointing to a bowl on the table, picking it up and examining it. “Grass, sometimes,” Jesse answered, curiously meeting Mr. McPherson gaze. “I think you’d enjoy this. Our boys seem to, as so do I.” He lit the bowl, got smoke billowing inside, and passed it over. Jesse inhaled the swirling smoke and then quickly blew it out. “That’s it. But try keeping it in just like grass.” Jesse sucked the thin remaining wisps. Mr. McPherson leaned over and gave the pipe another blast of flame. With this hit a strange tingling began inside his brain, animating a sensation he hadn't felt before, an excited energy rather than the calming effect he usually felt with pot. Seeing the spark in Jesse's eye he was waiting for, Mr. McPherson lit the pipe a third time. With this stronger hit suspended in his lungs, Jesse noticed Mr. McPherson’s enormous hard-on—which he suddenly had no problem staring at now—had formed a bead atop the pee slit. A thought snuck up on him—from where or why Jesse didn’t know—but he wondered what that bead would taste like, if it was salty like when he tasted his own cum? Maybe it wasn’t pre-cum but maybe a bead of pee at the tip. He wondered what that would taste like. Traveling along these thoughts, his erection started making his shorts uncomfortably tight. Mr. McPherson noticed him squirm, stroked his pointed goatee, giving Jesse his sly sideways grin. "Time to slip those off, eh? Just us boys here,” he said, taking the pipe back and adding new contents from a baggie. He lit the pipe, drew a hit, then passed it to Jesse. “Try taking a deep hit this time. That’s it. And one more.” A coughing fit ensued, Mr. McPherson padding his back, which, as Jesse regained control, evolved into a slow, sensual caress of his back and shoulder. “Makes you feel good all over, am I right?” “Fuck, yeah, Mr. Mc-.” He stopped again and corrected himself. “Sir,” he coughed, attempting to clear his throat. He fell back into the chair observing how bright and colorful the room shined, how alive the printed birds on the chair's fabric seemed. He lifted his gazed out to the shimmering blue ocean. “I never felt nothing like this. Not even the best weed. Makes me kinda horny too. Like, shit, I feel like I could do anything.” “What you should do is drop trou, boy. Get comfortable like me,” Mr. McPherson suggested. Jesse gave the pipe to Mr. McPherson who set it on the table. He didn't understand why Mr. McPherson’s recommendation held such sway over him, but he felt a powerful need to indulge the man, had an urgent desire to get naked in front of him, lure him with his body. He eagerly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them to his ankle, then kicked them off leaving him, for the moment, in his underwear with a big lump under the white cotton. Mr. McPherson gave his index finger a wiggle indicating the underwear should also come off. Jesse slipped his briefs off and his hard-on slapped against his tight abs, revealing a brown, wispy treasure trail that whorled down to a patch of darkly trimmed pubes. What wasn’t lost to Mr. McPherson’s eye, was out of the sparse nest of pubes, a long slim cock arose, topped by a large, perfectly formed, purple head, pierced by the small silver ring of a Prince Albert. “Yes please,” murmured Mr. McPherson. "You are full of delightful surprises, Jesse." He reached over and gave the P.A. the lightest of tugs. "I foresee larger and larger gauges in your future. A double-zero, I predict, by end of summer.” He leaned over and picked up Jesse's underwear, and discovered a brown skid mark running down the back of it. “And yet more surprises!” His eyes lit up and his shark teeth bared. “Good God! Forget the shorts. From now on, only these,” he waved the briefs, “These are to be the only thing you wear within the compound. Capisce?” He then took a deep inhalation of the skid mark. Without understanding why, Jesse felt even hornier. He only knew he like Mr. McPherson paying so much attention to something dirty about him, something he should have been ashamed about but right now wasn't. “Suc-cu-lent," Mr. McPherson purred, stretching out each syllable while sitting back taking in the young man’s scent. Content after his lasciviously savoring, Mr. McPherson’s smile waned. In a darker register than Jesse had heard, he intoned, "Up." Jesse felt the mood shift introduced by this new darker tone. He knew to obey the man; there was something he liked about following Mr. McPherson's orders. Mr. McPherson twirled his index finger, and Jesse slowly spun around for him. “I expected you'd have a speedo tan line like that. I’m going to enjoy devouring that ivory ass." There was no question of Jesse resisting Mr. McPherson when his voice dipped even lower and seductively announced, "You need to get in that sling immediately.” This desire to obey overwhelmed him. Jesse marched straight to the sling and took a brown crusted double-headed dildo and large horse dildo out of the sling, and put them on the nightstand next to the regiment of butt plugs. He settled back in the sling struggling to hook his feet in the hanging leg straps. Mr. McPherson took one of his feet, then the other, snapping each into padded ankle restraints. Secure in the sling, Jesse’s legs spread wide apart, his anus prominently exposed. He was simultaneously nervous and very excited. “First time in a sling, sir," he confessed, stretching thin arms back, clutching the metal chains above his head. Mr. McPherson surveyed his prize—the boy with his gold-speckled brown eyes, the anxious brow, sharp cheekbones that could cut diamonds, dimples of joy, his sculpted jawline, wisps of chestnut hair in his pits, ribs prominent and excitedly rising and falling in anticipation, the sun blazing through the window hitting the boy’s erection like a sundial’s gnomon casting a shadow over his public bone, his beautiful young balls hanging in their sack like red grapes ready to be plucked, and finally, the proud display of his puckering trophy, the central brown target framed by two magnificent orbs of perfect white flesh, pearly gates to ruination—all his to remold and defile. Mr. McPherson growled, “You like showing me your dirty pussy, don't you?” He stood between Jesse’s legs, his hard-on drooling pre-cum over Jesse’s torso. The boy smirked, sticking a finger in his navel where spooge had collected, and put the liquid to his mouth. Mr. McPherson sneered, then knelt between Jesse’s legs and drew in a deep inhalation between Jesse’s fleshy globes. Jesse felt the slightest touch on his sphincter from Mr. McPherson's pointed tongue. The tongue flattened out and gave Jesse's hole a broad lap. The tongue sharped to a nib, circling around the hole, then dove straight in, causing Jesse to inhale from sudden pleasure. “For fuck sake, boy.” Mr. McPherson snorted. “Don’t you wipe?” A wicked smile expanded over Jesse's face, as Mr. McPherson spread his cheeks digging deeper into his hole, and lapped at his smudge. The vulgar affinity he suddenly felt with this man triggered thoughts more vile than he’d ever allowed to surface. “No, sir. Never!" he snarled, "I love secretly having a dirty butt. You can do whatever you want with it, my shithole. I’ll stop wiping from now on if you want.” Mr. McPherson emerged between his legs, seeing the lad's eyes dark with lust, just the way he liked his boys. Jesse’s hands pulled his legs farther apart to give this man, this corrupting influencer, as much access to his bung hole as possible. "You want to fuck my nasty shit pussy?" he rasped hoarsely. The sleazy desperation from the young man caused the man to rise, lean over, and plant a sordid kiss on the boy’s mouth. He slithered his slime-coated tongue into the boy’s hungry mouth. Jesse instinctively understood the new taste, and didn’t seem to hesitate accepting it. Abruptly with the kiss, he understood this man would be his teacher, his mentor, ultimately, if not immediately, would be his master. He observed the man creep to his side, evaluate his suspended body like a predator examining a prey that had been caught in a lure. The man pull up along his ribs, took one thin arm and locked it in a leather restraint, then reach across his torso, his cock gliding over the hairless chest leaving a trail of slime as if a giant slug were oozing a malignant discharge over his boyish breasts, marking him as his, the drooling cock close enough for Jesse's tongue to reach. As Mr. McPherson leaned over, buckling the final appendage, Jesse touched his tongue to the salty piss slit and got his first taste of the man’s secretions. Securing the buckle, Mr. McPherson spoke in a deep rumble replying to the boy’s question, “Fuck your shit hole? Oh Jesse. I’m going to do so much more than fuck your shit hole." He placed a finger on the cleft of the boy’s chin, bid him to open his mouth. He bent over and released a long string of brown sludge into the boy, then, with the same finger closed his yap, sealed his mouth. Mr. McPherson rose and paused, observed that Jesse’s PA had some seepage leaking off it. "Pre-cum. A good indication of what you’re open to, boy." With his finger Mr. McPherson drew away a white thread, a slack web from slit to finger, and placed the trace of pre-cum on Jesse’s lip. Jesse drew the finger into his mouth and sucked. Mr. McPherson’s eyes glistened wolfishly. His lips drew back and teeth emerged with his preternatural smile. "Never be ashamed of being a vessel of another man’s waste," he advised the boy softly. "Nor of your own. If it feels right and you like it, that’s all you need to know." He placed his lips again on the boy. Jesse responded with tongue, and with passion. The predatory man circled round between the boy’s legs, lubing his cock as he approached. As his body brushed the inside of Jesse’s thigh, he grasped the boy’s pelvis and with his cock began to manipulate the boy’s hole against his rigid pole. "It comes out we like much the same thing, Jesse. That’s rare. Such a promising start. Who know how much I can show you?" Jesse nodded in eagerly. The man slipped a slick finger in boy’s hole, lubing all around, then start to bob just his wide head repeatedly against his hole. He didn’t penetrate too far, just enough to introduce the girth that would be demanded of him. "First thing, we need to break in this tight, very tight butt hole." Jesse moaned loudly as the tip assuredly popped inside. "Push against me, boy," he encourage. As Jesse flared his ass open wanting Mr. McPherson inside him, he strained against the girth he was required to accept. The man rocked his cock in and out without complete removal, repeatedly pitching forward and back, until he saw signs of growing desire in Jesse's half-glazed eyes. He paused after inserting a few inches, feeling Jesse rectum clutching tightly on his member. He pulled out an inch then gave Jesse half an inch more of his shaft. Jesse rode him expertly for a while, wanting his penetration more with each new thrust. Mr. McPherson gently fucked him, taking him to a depth that might have been the deepest he’d ever asked of his ass. Probing further still to see what the boy could tolerate, now with each centimeter gained Mr. McPherson seemed to cause Jesse torment. But with slow determination he detected Jesse’s pain could be turned to pleasure. With a good portion of his member penetrating the boy, he felt a constricted second sphincter muscle blocking him from going deeper. He ground his hips, pushing hard against the boy's inner sphincter, feeling it starting to give way. He could see in the boy's alarmed eyes he was hitting a spot new to him. He leaned beyond Jesse and reached to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle. He uncapped it, put it under Jesse's right nostril and, with a finger, closed his other. "Inhale," he instructed. "Take a deep hit." Jesse obeyed, and Mr. McPherson felt his second sphincter loosen just a bit. He switched nostrils and had the boy hit the bottle again. He pushed hard and felt the clutching sphincter spread as he gyrated, pushing his enormous shaft deep into the aroused boy. Just when he was almost through the obstruction, the boy’s body erupted spasmodically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Jesse wailed. “Wait. Shit, fuck, Mr. McPherson. No, I can't take it." His body clenched, trying to expel the attacking phallus. "Yes you can,” he said, ignoring the pleas, giving the boy another hit of poppers. “Want it. Want me in that place you’re feeling right now. Trying shitting me out. Push hard. Clench!” He felt the boy’s rigid entrails clamp down, then flare, and slowly allowed, millimeter by millimeter, him to gain access. Astonishingly, all at once he slid in two full inches. He experience incredible pleasurable in this deep penetration. He thrust in past the constriction which erotically clutched his engorged head. He realized Jesse, beneath him, head back, cheered him on, stuttering yes-yes-yes, surrendering to more of his shaft as it pushed onward into the boy. Jesse face, which had been grimacing in discomfort, his body understood how helpless it was to resist, and relaxed, succumbing to the corrupting power of having his guts flayed internally. An inner cavern had been breached, a sensation so rich in pleasure he wondered where it had been hiding. He begged to be fucked harder, fucked deeper. Mr. McPherson rocked steadily enjoying the boy’s offering him his body. “You like this? You like someone in you so deep you're a whore for more?” Jesse nodded enthusiastically, opening his mouth in awe of this feeling. “Yeah, yeah, right there,” Jesse stammered, taking protracted satisfaction in abdicating his body entirely to the impulses of this master. “And we've still got further to go," his master warned, grinding his hips round, stirring the boy’s innards this way and that, marking the boy flush red faced, watched his breathing synch with his, feeling the boy’s heartbeat throbbing in the tip his cock, sensing the boy’s rectum of fine strings being plucked apart as he journeyed deeper into the conquered territory. In the corner of the boy's eyes, tears welled, he gnawed his lip, gasps burbled at each new sensation his master caused. Then the man paused. Jesse focused his eyes quickly. In spite of being on the verge of pain, he still wanting more. He implored, "Breed me, master. Cum inside me.” He searched the man’s face, gave the man’s cock a squeeze with his inflamed entrails. “Why’d you stop, sir?" Mr. McPherson grabbed the poppers, took deep hits, and stood there for a good, long while. Waves of pleasure washed over him, feeling how good his cock felt buried in such a wet boy pussy. Then a trickle of urine began leaking into the boy's cavity. It took a moment for Jesse to recognize the unfamiliar sensation he felt in his body. "Oh, fuck. You're taking a leak in me?" "Like a racehorse, boy" Mr. McPherson panted, the trickle immediately turning into a geyser. This powerful blast shot into the boy, while an immense expression of relief spread across the man’s face. "God damnit! I've needed to piss for so long!” After turning on the spigot to full force, he turned his internal attention back to the boy. Gazing down on him, he said, “This’ll be extremely charged piss from last night, Jesse. Relish it. Not all boys are as lucky as you to get daddy enhanced piss with his first fuck." His eyes rolled back as his urine flowed in blessed relief. Holding onto the sling’s top bar, pushing his firehose of piss into the lad’s body, he allowed his bladder to explode. He squeezed his bladder muscles, enjoying how his cock toyed with the boy’s entrails, easing up then deluging his piss stream again, his cock plugged so deeply into this clutching pussy, that he couldn’t resist taunting the boy, "You like being my pisspot? You consent to be daddy’s toilet?" Surprised, yet not shocked, Jesse replied, "I love it, daddy. I want your piss, sir," he groaned with no hesitation, absorbing the flow of urine running into his deepest parts. He began rocking in the sling to take more of his master’s cock. The boy's loosening sphincter wasn’t getting lost on Mr. McPherson either. He felt Jesse accepting his manhood, possibly the remaining mass which was still a sizable amount but seemed like Jesse was in reach of taking it. Jesse continued to welcome the anaconda and his master's piss simultaneously. The intoxicating flow made him frenzied. He flared open his legs, eye crazed and widened, he confessed, blathering, "I want master’s piss day and night. I want master to come down to my room whenever he has to take a leak, stick his cock in me, let me be his urinal. I want to be his sewer.” "Yes, boy. That's correct. That’s what you want.” He felt his bladder almost drained. “You want to be daddy's special toilet." In a trance, he babbled on, “Make me your toilet slave, master.” He made whimpering begging noises, pushing his butt up to meet his master’s crotch. It wasn’t just the sensation that drove this fever. Even more: it was the combination of knowing what Mr. McPherson was doing, feeling it at the same time, and then giving him further access to his hole, flooding his colon with his huge pissing cock. The flood of piss overloaded all resistance, physical and mental, enflamed his guts, snaking through this intestines, splashing, pushing, causing him to continue to open up. As the charged piss absorbed into his system, it became a feedback loop that had no end. Deeper and deeper he fell into the ecstasy that ravaged his body. He wallowed in the understanding of how the pain of penetration blossomed into joy. He felt transformed into an insect caught in the most seductive spider web imaginable; a luxurious dream, absorbing him, siphoning his mind from his body, extracting reason from his mind, making him a slave only to this sensation. He gave up his body to this man in a distorted dream, barely aware of this surroundings, pulling on the soft wrist cuffs and grasping at the hard metal chains, spreading his legs wider, bucking up to take more of this god between his legs, this demon who could impale him however deep he wished, split him in two and cast his shell aside if he wanted. He felt blessed that this conqueror chose his hole to plunder. It felt so fucking good, pushing his butt, straining to take in every inch of this coiled python from this monstrous centaur. This was no longer a man fucking him but a beast devouring him. The man felt the boy's hole fully relent, greedily aching for more. Confined to the limits of the sling, trying to push his body against his to take more of his meat, the man was more than willing to accommodate and leaned all his weight into the boy’s hole. Done pissing he pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back in. The hole was a slippery, wet mess that got him harder the deeper he probed. He found he was a breath away from having his balls pressed to the boy's smooth tailbone. Observing the boy's face cringe in some discomfort, he poppered the boy again. The boy of course would not resist him. After capping the bottle, he plunged his cock completely to his pubic bone, his wiry bush nestling under the boy's soft, hairless balls. Jesse's eyes bulged, startled, and came instantly. A thick rope of his white jism shot into the boy's face, trailing white cock-snot over an eye and down his cheek. He felt the colon spasm, clutching in desperate orgasms, in the identical rhythm he was fucking the deepest cavern of the boy, feeling his cockhead hitting a soft log in his deepest thrusts. From the boy's rhythmic clutching of his cock while cum spewed over his thin chest, the man climaxed too, releasing an ample amount of seed to knock the boy up. Sperm mixed with the urine, a slop so voluminous he could almost hear it slosh inside the boy's guts. In raptured orgasm, he bucked harder, finding sadistic pleasure in the boy's wails. He took the boy's cock and PA in hand and caused the boy tortured exhilaration as he jacked the wet, spent head. They rocked together, unable to stop the flow of passion between them. Sweat poured from his forehead, drenching the boy, running down his flanks. He felt they'd never return to earth. Cum continued to shoot as his hips violently rammed into the boy. Brutal anguish spread across the boy’s face. He begged in ecstatic pain to be fucked, his insides shredded by an engorged phallus, ravaged by the convulsion of orgasm—slave and master conjoined. But as time and gravity pulled them back to earth, Mr. McPherson’s fiery passion dimmed—not without a final few clenches, a murmur of muted cries—their fervor paled, ground to an eventual halt. Then, as the rigidity of his cock waned, a warm trickled ran down Mr. McPherson’s leg. Realizing what might happen, he instructed Jesse to hold it in. But with more wetness leaking out, his semi-rigid cock was spat out, and a spasmodic emptying of liquid could no longer be contained. Jesse spewed the content of his bowels all over the floor. On the bedroom’s white porcelain tiles several puddles formed. Luckily, thought Mr. McPherson, a new housekeeper was at hand. A half-conscious Jesse groaned in the sling. First, the man unlocked the boy’s arms, then his legs, helping his down to a sitting position. "Get your bearings, son. Don't get out yet," he advised. Jesse waited at the edge of the sling, his mind coming back to recognizable human form, his eyes focusing. His ass felt incredible and unbelievably satisfied. He realized he was leaking and tried to stop it from further running down his leg. But his ass, stretched so wide, pounded for so long, took issue with closing so soon. It was a fuck he'd never forget; his mind still running over its vague outlines, hardly comprehending it to the point he wasn’t even quite certain where he was. In his reverie, however, he heard Mr. McPherson speaking to him coolly as one would a servant. Finger’s snapped in front of him. "Jesse,” Mr. McPherson snapped again. “Jesse. On your knees. Time to do your job.” Still foggy but with a dawning sense of disbelief, Jesse looked at him to see if he was kidding. Mr. McPherson stood sternly, arms crossed. “You’re kidding, right,” he said. “Seriously? You want me to….” His wheedling trailed off. Mr. McPherson's eyes crinkled, an eyebrow raised. “But daddy?” Jesse tested how much sway he had left. Mr. McPherson pointed at Jesse and then a puddle. “But sir? Master?” Mr. McPherson unmoved, continued to point. Jesse slowly crumbled onto the white porcelain tiles, first to his knees, then hands, lastly lips met the floor. With the smallest of slurps, he started. And with the first sip he realized why Mr. McPherson was that successful shark: that he, Jesse, like so many others, should have studied the contract more closely; that it wasn’t about some pitiful stipend, or room and board offered by this wealthy man, but about property, about the transfer of ownership. A person could be bought in many ways; his price was chump change. Downing the first swallow of piss and cum—one last glance up at Mr. McPherson’s brooding ocean-blue eyes—he got to work in earnest, slurping and licking up the mess that moments before had occupied his body.

Hot post. I totally agree, we fags are extremely lucky. I also love watching myself/others/tops hit the pipe too, especially while we're fucking.