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

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

Took 5 loads from 3 BBCs on Monday. One of them is a coworker, a migrant from Eritrea. He brought two Nigerian friends with him to my place and they went to town on me for a few hours. 4 in my ass and 1 down my throat.

A few weeks later... The flu....💦

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

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

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

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

Orgies are good for me because I love to watch! Sometimes I'll see other guys jerking while watching two or more guys going at it. Sometimes, I'll join them or sometimes I 'll JUST watch. Love to see people and how they get off. Yes, I've even taken notes and try the positions/techniques I see...

I don’t know where to start, guess I’ll just state the facts. I went to Flex bathhouse yesterday and the place was hopping, men everywhere fucking and sucking. They now have a sling in the big playroom and there was a hot guy in it getting multiple fucks, must have been 15 guys in there. I got fucked four times in ther just bending over, once while I was felching out a freshly fucked ass. In total I was fucked twelve times (six by the same hot DILF) and took five loads in my ass and one in my mouth. The hi lite was getting fucked for an hour in my room by a young chiseled BBC, actually he fucked me for 25 minutes and then we fell asleep spooning with his big cock still in my ass. When he woke up he said he needed to use the bathroom and I told him to use my ass which he did. He then fucked me for another 15 minutes. I had all kinds of juices flowing down my leg for the rest of the day.

I’m 71 from hook ups, bookstores, cruise clubs saunas craigslist so easily in the 1,000’s

I love to watch others and also love to be watched. I especially like it when it’s mutual. I mean watching each other having sex besides around me. Fuck yeah, I‘m obsessed with orgies.

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

Okay I feel like I made this update a bit soon so there will probably be a wait before we get the final chapter 5 if you guys like where this is headed that is lol. Part 4: The Bear Continued A couple hours passed and our sleeping beauty has been such a good busy boy. His hole was beyond gaped, there were used rubber found from the trash cans fucked into his hole. Guys were trying to dp the boy. I waited my turn in line to get another round of him and damn this hole was well used. I reached into the hole to slap his face to see if he showed signs of waking but looks like he was out hard. Perfect. I put a ball gag over his mouth just incase and raped a second load into him. I noticed my big dicked highly viral friend was next and just had to watch the show. The boys hole was plenty lose and destroyed but still my budy said it was squeezing him and sucking him in. I encouraged the onslaught taking videos the whole time. "Fuck give that ass up boi! Uhggggg" He shot what had to have been a massive load, it's not often a bottom can take his kind of brutal breeding. He pulled out and ibwas able to capture a stream of cum pouring from the boys hole. Just then I got a text from his husband saying he was here. I couldn't believe he actually came. "Meet me at the bar, I'll by you a drink" I wanted all of his inhibitions gone, don't want to risk him recognizing the hole for tonight's events. I went up and saw him. He was watching the screen as his husband's hole was getting raped. I didnt even bother putting away my dick, it was still semi hard from the ring and glistening with the loads from the hole I just fucked. "Hey glad you could make it, how do you like the live feed of tonight's slut hole?" "Haha glad I came, I was honestly debating on not showing but I haven't heard from the husband so I figured why not" I noticed he was trying not to look at my dick. "Well im glad you did, your gonna love this hole, but we have time lets get you a drink, what ever you want on me" I asked the bartender to get my buddy here a "Special" drink. He ordered his cocktail not knowing he was also getting a dose of G. He downed it fast. "Wow your either excited or nervous lets get you another one" "Yeah a mix of both, never done anything like this, I didnt even know this kind of bar existed I mean looks like your enjoying yourself" The bartender made him a second "special" cocktail. He sat and drank this one a little slower watching the screen again. I sat next to him and told him how good this boys hole felt, I could see him rubbing his hardening bulge. He asked how long hes been down there like that and told him just a couple hours now. I told him if he wanted he could jerk himself while he finished his drink. But he said he didnt want to waste his load on his hand and looked at me. "Well maybe you could help our bartender here, hes been busy making drinks and hasn't gotten to play yet." "What does he want to get fucked right here?" "Oh no hes all top man maybe you can kerk one out of him tho? A little thank you for his services" The G was doing its job well and after some contemplation he agreed. The bartender walked out from behind the bar dick already out leaking precum and sat on his other side. He took it firmly in his hand and started jacking him watching the screen. I told him how hot it was watching them and convinced him to get undressed. They were really getting into it, my buddy tho can get a bit aggressive and it started to show as he pulled him up and bent him over the counter, he instantly freaked telling him hes a top and doesn't get fucked. My buddy was trying to calm him down and let him know he just wanted to feel an ass and would still just jerk off. He kept rubbing across his hole lubing him up with precum making his ass slick. "This feels amazing man, you know you have a nice ass" He didnt really respond he seemed nervous but clearly aroused from the moans. My buddy said he was getting close and kept brushing his tip across the guys hole. "Fuuuckkkk here it comes, I edged for too long " He pushed forward just barely penetrating him as he started to shoot spurt after spurt of his load, the first two spurts shooting decently far into his hole before the guy moved forward making the rest shoot across his back and ass. It was fucking hot. I was wondering if I could get into that hole tonight. "Damn thanks man I needed that, here let me get you a drink on me" He made him a special jack and coke G special. Which he gladly accepted. I walked behind him, letting him know that he was covered in cum. I asked for a rag and offered to wipe him down, which he accepted. I got behind him and couldn't help but get rock hard. As I wiped his back I could feel my tip rub the insides of his Crack and it felt amazing, I told him to bend over so I could get it all. When he did I could see some of my buddy's load leaking out, fuck that was hot I couldn't wipe that away. "There we go all done, how about you finish that drink and we head down and join the fun?" He agreed and went headed down. I caught a devilish grin from my buddy as we went down. As we got down there there was alot of chanting about breeding the bitch, and how his hole will never be the same. I could tell it was turning this guy on. He was eyeballing all of the equipment down here tho he could barely see. We made our way to the maze area. He was jerking it the entire time waiting his turn. We were finally up next and he couldn't hold his excitement anymore. The second the guy ahead of us breed the boy he dove in and was ravenous on his hole. He was fucking him like he was sex starved. It was so hot to watch i couldn't help but pull out my phone and record the onslaught. He slammed in and breed him deep but wasnt done he started fucking again this time slower enjoying the feeling. I just couldn't help but notice the load leaking out of him. I had to feel it I started poking at his hole sliding my tip in bit by bit. He felt like a virgin hole. But my buddys lube was the lube we used. He ended up fucking himself onto me deep. He was moaning hard this G was clearly doing its job. So I started slamming into him deep forcing him to take it rough until I breed him deep fucking my buddys load deeper into him. Im sure hes upstairs watching and already touching himself again. "Sorry man I couldn't help myself you just looked so hot." "Its fine fuck i need to sit down" I told him thats only natural with the fuck he just had. So I walked him towards the stairs the main entry way to the dungeon was for the most part empty now so I told him to just have a seat on the bench to rest. As he sat there i massaged his shoulders and he just moaned in pleasure. I told him to lay down and I'll give him a massage as a thank you for using his hole. I can't believe he actually did. I got ontop of him, rubbing my dick in his Crack brushing across his hole lubing myself up with the loads hes leaking. It didnt take long before I heard snoring. Fuck yes it's on now. I slid into him with ease and started long dicking him working my load as deep as I could. Almost like he could sense it my buddy came down, and with a hood thank God! I told him we have a second sleeping beauty here and started fucking his hole as hard as I could to show he was completely out. But fuck it was too much and I ended up breeding him again. "Damn his hole is practically virgin, won't be for long tho." I asked my buddy to put the hood on him and help me get him strapped into the fuck bench. My buddy gladly helped with this. Once he was nice and restrained with a hood on hiding the fact that he was passed out my buddy wanted his turn in his hole. "Oh im gonna make sure he feels this in the morning, he should of just let me breed him at the bar." I thought i was raping his hole my buddy was really raping his hole. He was trying to fuck him thru the bench. There was a small crowd starting to form by us as well. "Fuck yes gonna poz this hole up deep. You stupid fucking bitch" He let out some primal grunts and shoved in so deep it thought he was going to break the bench. When he pulled out there was so much cum flowing from his hole, which was clearly damaged because there was alot of pink, you could see it even in the red light. He got off of him and emidiatly one of the guys took his place and started raping his hole. They're both going to wake up pregnant. Me and my buddy went back upstairs to watch from the monitors fuck tonight couldn't get any better. I couldn't help but wish they would wake up and beg to be freed. I want them to know they're both nothing but little poz sluts for my and any other man's load. I want them to fully submit and feel every inch of my dick as I breed them up again. Im sure my buddy will have no problem helping me with that before we let them go in the morning. I sat with my buddy and he made us a drink while we watched the onslaught on their holes. End of part 4 Hope you all like it, stay kinky 😈

Hopefully he feels the need and gets a few more loads!

As a side note, I've found that a detergent booster with lipase enzyme (like cheapo Biz powder at Walmart) is good at getting vaseline / oil stains out of sheets / clothing. (That, plus spot-treating with Dawn dish soap, has worked for me.) I'm a fan of the feeling of vaseline while fucking, there's a little more friction than other lubes; it's a different sensation.

I gave my last load it’s been a few months now, but it was sooo hot, I have a buddy that I fist and fuck, well I didn’t know if he wanted cum in his ass or not, so we had been playing for a few years and to be honest his hole was soo insatiable that I came inside of him and didn’t say a word and then I went on to fist home more. Finally I told him that I can inside of him without telling him, now I fist and fuck him and usually try to hold off and cum deep in his guts. He has a nice brown ass.

I enjoy reading these forums, even though I generally refrain from participating here. I didn't read the political discussion here for a long time, and still for the most part keep my sex and politics separate. I will say however I have used points made here on the political forums I am active on.

Sluts are to be admired, not shamed. They have more fun than most of us. Never 'enough'.

A few years ago, i met up with hookup from scruff. This middle eastern bear had a very sub side. After licking my boots and a bj. He want to get fucked, bare was fine. But he didnt have any lube. (he didnt fuck much). But he did have vaseline. I left his hole a full of it and my load.

After an interesting day yesterday I found a twink on Sniffies staying at a neighboring hotel, and went to his room and pounded 2 loads into him. This morning my business client let me know that his husband told him that I was his 1st uncut dick and that he is ok with knowing I have a history with his husband. The client is originally from Spain, and I'm assuming uncut as well. I'm not real sure how I feel about having a current business associate learning what my circumcision status is.

Back when I was much younger I did this using a condom. Didn't know any better and came inside one of my "straight" buddies while experimenting. It was the first time, and I've loved the idea of a guy walking around with my load inside them ever since.

Had my bag searched on entry a few times. Generally I drink beer from the bottle there and I'll drink it and not leave it anywhere unattended. I definitely won't drink any piss there even on the yellow parties unless I know the guy quite well - well enough to know he's not high. I've had more trouble at Scheune and Bull with guys. I think you have to be on your guard everywhere and be sensible about reducing risks.

Dakota Lovell is such a cutie with a big cock! Also love how plenty of their videos have breeding and not just some uninspired facial.

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

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

Hot vers 👄

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

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

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

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

So this happened three weeks ago. My former boss and I mess around and are dating. He wanted to whore me out to 20 of his army buddies because of rememberence day. We agreed to do this over a two days. On November 11, my bf gagged me and put a mask on me. They could not hear what I was saying but I could see them. He made take the first ten of his buddies. All was hung, married and condoms was optional. I took all of them and three had two arounds on me. After my bf breed me with their sloppy seconds still in me. The next round was on a Friday some where married and just wanted oral sex. I took all 10 of them and some split roast me and passed me around like I was just an object. One of the guys I knew, he was on of supervisors at a site I worked at. He about 6 feet 7 inches tall. He went full animal on me. He made me suck his dick while he fucked me. When he cummed in me, he just zipped up and left.

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

Were back with a third perspective, hopefully you all like it haha Part 3 The Bear A few months passed since I had that Boi gang raped. I couldn't stop watching the videos of his safe married hole being violated. I wondered if the gift took, if i successfully currupted him. I just wanted to use that hole again. Horny I hopped on sniffies, looking for a hole to slut, when I saw his profile again. Im in luck I thought. So I shot him a message. "Hey boi, it's been a while how are you holding up?" "Im sorry who are you?" Nice he doesn't recognize me, I can use that. "Oh I was the guy who helped you and your husband bring your fantasy to life." "Your the one who did that to me? Thats so fucked up. It took a month before I was able to bottom again not to mention the scare of taking so many anon loads! I can't believe you did that to me" Oh hes madder than I thought, but I'll be dammed if he thinks im not gonna get into that hole again. "Im so sorry boi, your husband told me thats what you both wanted, he said you would be there and that you wanted to try being a cumdump. If id had known I would of never done it. " "Really!? He told you that? I can't believe him. He told me he had no idea that was going to happen." "Yeah im sorry boi, thats the only reason I even knew you were there. We met at a bar and he told me what you guys were planning, that he would love for me to get there first and open you up. He even made a post with the pictures he told me to send him so you could get even more loads." "That mother fucker . . ." "Hey don't be to hard on him, it was fucked up what he did but you two were trying to try new things right? Can I make it up to you? Id love to take you out for a few drinks as an apology." "You know what, yeah id love that fuck him" I can't believe how easily he bought all that, now to start the real plan. Getting his ass breed repeatedly and making sure the gift takes. I told him to meet me at my favorite bar tonight, a seedy little spot people only go to get fucked up and fucked. I reached out to some top buddies that I have a hole for us to share and to be there. I also reached out to my buddy who's the bartender/owner there. Let him know I have a boy coming tonight that will need the G special and all night access to the dungeon. He excitedly agreed to have everything ready. Well it was time to meet him at the bar, I grabbed my supplies, my tightest leather cockring, a vial of my potent special "lube" and a couple specially prepared condoms and headed out. When I got there things were in full swing I saw signs for a special event. "Conversion party". Hell yeah my buddy really knew how to draw in a crowd. I saw a few guys that I knew and told them what I had planned, I also asked them that they put on a show in the dungeon to get him in the mood later tonight, and that id let them breed him as a reward. They were all for it. About an hour later i was sitting at the bar drinking a beer and noticed our boy of the evening walked in. He looked extremely nervous and even more fuckable. Wearing a tank top and gym shorts. I waved him over and he sat right next to me. I told him how happy I am to see him and gave him a hug, winking at the bartender as I did. I told hik his drinks were on me and he ordered a long Island, unknowingly with a shot of G. We sat and just chatted for a while, he finished his drink and ordered a new one. He was really starting to open up now, so I moved the conversation to the cruising spot situation asking how he felt about it. He told me how he wasnt expecting to do any of that, that it hurt but the poppers helped. He admitted that he looked back on it and found it hot. He just finished his second drink and said he needed to use the bathroom. So I told him id show him where it's at. We headed to the bathroom and it was clear he was pretty wasted now I helped keep him steady by putting my arm around him giving his ass a good squeeze which made him let out a moan. When we got to the bathroom we could hear someone fucking in a stall and I could tell he was curious. He walked to the far end urinal and dropped his shorts a bit so i could see half of his ass he was clearly wearing a jock strap, I went to the stall right next to him and undid my button and zipper pulling out my semi erect dick already strapped with my cock ring. We releaved our selves and I caught him staring at me. So I gave it a good shake bringing him to life getting harder. I saw his eyes getting huge, so I told him he could touch it if he wanted. He wasted no time grabbing it giving it a few strokes making me drip some precum. I slid my hand down his pants feeling his hole which made him let out a moan. I pushed his shorts down and they fell to his ankles. I told him he could give it a taste if he wanted he hesitated but after a little more probing at his hole he gave in and bent over. He quickly got to work sucking me while I fingered his hole, he didn't even notice that the guy in the stall behind him had finished up his buisness and was now watching me finger his hole, he got behind the boy and started jacking off hard. I grabbed the back of the bois head and kept forcing him deeper. Our spectator wasnt going to last long I could tell he was about to cum so I motioned him closer to the boys hole, grabbed his dick and lubed him with his own precum. With one hand I jammed the boys head balls deep I could feel his nose in my pubes. Woth my other hand I aimed the strangers dick at his hole and when I felt him tense up I pulled him into the bois hole, the second his tip touched his hole he instantly started shooting spurt after spurt directly on and in his hole. He kept pushing in but the boi snapped out of it and started to push him off. He managed to get himself off my dick and said "you gotta use a condom if you want to fuck." He didnt even realized he already took the load, the guy shrugged and walked away leaving me his load to finger in. Another guy came in but this time he noticed and stood up pulling up his shorts. He let out a laugh and told me he had no idea why he did that. I winked and told him he should see the rest of the bar. He was pretty excited about that asking what else there was. I told him it was a surprise. We headed back to the bar and I told my buddy we were gonna check out the basement dungeon. He gave me a smirk and handed me a coke for the boi. Which he downed no problem. We headed down and we could hear moaning. When we went inside there was just 1 dim red light barely giving you enough light to see, as we walked around he he saw a guy on a fuck bench and another on a swing. Both guys were getting fucked hard. He was clearly mesmerized and horny watching. I asked him if he saw anything he wanted to try. He told me he was interested in the bench but there's no way he wanted to be in the middle of the room like that. I told him there was just the thing for him. I led him to the back where there was a small maze like structure. Once we were back there you could hardly see. He was telling me how turned on he was that he didnt know there was a place like this. It was clear the G was kicking in because his speech was starting to slur. He asked if there was a spot he could lay down for a bit and I motioned him to crawl face down on this reverse gloryhole. The board was just long enough for him to lay his upper body down which slid thru a hole so all that was visible was his ass. I asked him if he was comfortable and he said yeah, that he was just gonna lay there for a second. He was out the G did its job now the fun can really start. So I stripped him of his shorts and slid them thru the hole then I strapped his ankles into the locks at the base and cuffed his hands under the board. So even if he woke up there's nowhere he could go. Then I slid into his hole with ease. He had no fight in him what so ever. I really started to rape his hole hard and loud, drawing in a crowd. Which just turned me on more I started shouting that im about to poz this hole up. That hes such a slut. There was a guy next to me jacking it hard, saying he was about to cum, so i pulled out and let him cum on my dick and his hole and fucked it all in. This sent me over the edge and I bred him deep. Then I pulled out my phone turned on the flash and recorded as I pulled out of his well used hole making sure to capture the cum running out of him. Then watched as the next guy lined up and started raping his hole. I was spent and went to head back up to get another drink and I noticed the dungeon was packed. He had twice the crowd of his first gang rape. There's no way hes leaving here neg. When I got back up the bar was pretty empty now I guess they were all on the dungeon, the barkeep put the cameras on the TV screens so anyone sitting at the bar could see the rape on his hole taking place. In just a short amount of time he was bred by at least 5 different guys. I decided there was one more thing I had to do, message his husband. So I shot him a text. "Hey just checking in on you, I feel bad about what I did to you guys but you seemed to really like fucking a well used hole. So I have a hole here that wanted to get slutted out come on over hes taking it all night. Wear a mask if you do tho it's being filmed" Then I sent the address and the video I took breeding him. I told him to just ask the bartender where the bottom is. I had another drink to recover and watched the action unfold. Its going to be a good night. i thought and headed back down to work that hole some more. End of part 3. Let me know if your still interested and if I should make a part 4. Wasn't quite sure how to end this one haha

Alright you all wanted it, so heres a short part two, from the hubbys perspective. Wasnt exactly sure on how to write this but hey heres to trying Part 2, The Hubby Today's the day, we've talked about it for a while now. Today we make it reality, unfortunately I have to work but realistically it just adds to the fantasy. He's gonna go to the spot we talked about, it's in a run down part of town, hardly anyone goes there. But I hear the cruising scene is strong, at least that's what this guy told me at the bar. He was a big muscle bear type, pretty sure hes a biker from the gear he was wearing. He was completely covered in tattoos I think to add to the look hes going for, scorpions, biohazard and lots of tribal. But he was friendly enough. We met at a local gay bar known for being a bit more, well kinky. We wanted to go out get some drinks and explore our kinks a bit more. I have a thing for putting on a show, letting people see just how I own a hole. Well after we got to the bar we sat together and had some drinks, after a while he wanted to go explore the bar and I figured id just save our seat at the bar, thats when he introduced himself to me. We chit chatted some. He asked me what I was looking for here. Maybe it was me having to much to drink but I told him how im married and pointed out the husband. Told him how we want to meet up at a cruising spot to put on a show. Told him how I love being watched. This must have turned him on because he was rubbing his crotch and asking more questions. He asked if I ever let other guys fuck my man. I told him yeah, but only with protection. That it only happened a couple times. He told me that I need to let other guys breed him, that sliding into a freshly breed hole is the best feeling in the world. The drinks must be hitting me because i was instantly rock hard thinking about it. I told him that it definitely sounds hot, but he'd never go for it. He told me about a local cruising spot, that he would be willing to help make my fantasy come true. He said it's even marked on sniffies, that local bottoms always advertise when they get there, and guys come for the show. Or to breed what ever I want. "Tell you what you tell me your going and I'll make sure that you have an audience." I thought about it a bit and decided fuck it let's do it! I told him we'll be there this weekend. He handed me his number and headed out. Tho on his way out i saw him go to a couple of his buddies at least I assume they are since they have matching tattoos, and point over at my husband. Fast forward to now. I completely forgot that I had to work but figured I should be able to get out on time. So I figured fuck it let's do it. I told the husband it's a go, I told him about the spot i was told about. To post when he got there and wait for me ass up in one of the stalls and we'll put on a show. I headed to work and remembered what that guy from the bar said. So I shot him a text, saying "Hey were gonna check out that spot today, told him to wait for me ass up. That it'll make it more exciting, be on the lookout with sniffies he'll post once we're ready." "Perfect, I'll be on the lookout and let the boys know, maybe i can even pre-lube him ☣️" "Sounds hot man, I can't wait" Idk what that biohazard was about but I figured id just focus on work so I can get out on time. Hours passed I still had about an hour of work left when I got a text. "Hey me and the boys are ready, hope your serious about this" "Yeah tho it looks like I might be stuck a little late" "Don't make us wait too long, we've been needing some hole" I didn't get a chance to respond due to work getting crazy so I got back to work. I was busy for a few more hours but it finally died down enough for me to leave. I went to text my husband that I was finally ready to do it but when I checked my phone my heart sank. I had several texts. Husband: "Hey just got here, im gonna get in position for you, I even brought the cuffs to make it extra exciting see you soon ;)" Bear guy: " Hey are we still doing this?" "Did you guys flake on me?" "Oh looks like we're still on after all?" "Im lubing up your boy now where are you?" "His hole is calling my name, if you don't answer im gonna have to take care of him myself" "I see you wanna play games well I kept your boy plenty of company" Followed by a series of pictures of my husband, One of him arching his back showing off his hole, one of the bear fingering his hole with a condom covering his finger, One of my boys hole open and looked like it was dripping cum, Then one of him fucking my boy with a destroyed condom Then his hole dripping cum, with another guy pouring the contents of a used condom onto his hole "You took to long so we went ahead and put in a show for you, you better hurry up before he ends up getting gang raped" There were more pictures of random guys breeding him, most of which shared that same tattoo "Hey sorry I couldn't stay to see you but I gotta go, I went ahead and made a post for you guys on sniffies check it out 😈☣️" Followed by a link, I opened it and there was my man, bound, dripping cum, the post was asking for any guy to come breed him, to fill his hole with anon cum from the used condoms around the cruising spot. I didnt know what to think I was rock hard but also felt terrible, I rushed over to the spot. When I got there it looked busy there were people outside talking about a slut taking charged loads, that this is one hell of a conversion party. I went to walk in but there was a line, when I tried explaining I was the bottoms husband they laughed and said I married a slut, that ill still have to wait my turn. There was a guy ahead of me with a jar full of some white liquid that I could only imagine what it was, i heard him talking to his buddies about saving it for a special occasion. That they could just dip their dick in coat it in cum and use it as lube to rape the boys hole. I was sick but my dick was rock hard I was so conflicted. While I spent time debating what to do it the line was moving, before I knew it it was my turn. I saw him knelt over the toilet he looked defeated, but the sight was too hot I need to know what his hole felt like. The jar was still there tho mostly empty so I figured whats one more? I dipped my dick in lubed it up with anon cum dripping my own precum in the mix and slid in. It was the best feeling I've ever felt i didnt last long I slammed into him fucking him hard, trying my best not to make a noise, there was cum flying everywhere. Finally I breed him deep it was the best orgasm I've ever felt. I slowly pulled out and before I could even think of unlocking him the guy behind me pushed me out of the way and started raping his hole hard. He was crying into a gag but it was to hot to stop I just watched as him and 5 other guys raped his hole. I went back outside to clean myself up and gain my composure. By time I was done it was pretty empty outside of the one guy breeding him telling him how hes a dirty cum whore slut, asking how many poz loads he took. Then let out a roar breeding him yet again deep. Called him a slut again, and poured what little bit of cum was still in the yard directly into his hole and left. I didn't know what to say really or do so I just pretended to be shocked and apologized that this could of happened to him, I uncuffed him and he asked to just have some time alone and if he could just meet me at home. I agreed and went out to my car. I sent a text to the bear telling him how hot all of that was. But it's fucked up that he didnt ask for permission. He just responded with "Shut up I know you liked it. The guys were telling me how you joined in. Not to mention i got it on tape" I was shocked I didnt know what to say so I just drove home Part 3 coming possibly haha

First, I never use condoms. Second, if we're fucking raw, you're getting my load. I don't really give a shit about pulling out. My precum has already been inside you!

I wonder… just how did those keys to the handcuffs find their way back into Workaholic Hubby 02’s hands—since he (eventually) found time to unlock and free Hapless Hole Hubby 01? I believe he had to have keys to perform that deed. So I went back to Chapter 01 and found the party responsible for swiping the keys in the first place, thus leaving Hapless Hole Hubby 01 in a pickle: It’s the First Fucker! He ambles right back into the handicapped-accessible bathroom stall for a second helping—a double-dipping—of fuck. And he has the nerve to refer to Hapless Hole Hubby 01 as a pig! (The pot and the kettle? They’re both black.) As he’s finishing up—once again!—First Fucker (who’s now Third Fucker as well) gathers the keys and breezily announces, “You won’t be needing these for a looong time, muthahfuckah!” (or something to that effect). —————————————————— To establish this Fucker’s identity, I relied on Workaholic Hubby 02’s unreliable-sounding backstory, wherein he imparts the naughty encounter he and Hole Hubby 01 are cooking up—to a complete stranger in a bar! “He was a big muscle bear type, pretty sure he’s a biker from the gear he was wearing. He was completely covered in tattoos, I think to add to the look he’s going for: scorpions, biohazard and lots of tribal. But he was friendly enough.” Oh, well then! At least the joker in the bar was friendly enough. Good Lord! Anyway, that’s all Hubby 02, idiot that he is, needs to know; he casually invites the dude to The Public Fucking of His Beloved In a Toilet. This establishes that Hubby 02 has rocks for brains. Naturally, the Big Muscle Bear Type (First Fucker) plays it cool. He says: "’Tell you what, you tell me [when] you’re going and I'll make sure that you have an audience.’” Say! That’s mighty good of him, doing Hubby 02 a solid like that. Except that Bear Type morphs into First Fucker and engineers the whole fuck train operation for poor ol’ Hubby 01. —————————————————— But wait! We’re still left with one nagging mystery: How did those ever-lovin’ handcuff keys manage to wind up in the custody of Hubby 02? Because it certainly doesn’t seem that idiot Hubby 02 had a chance to meet up with First Fucker in the long—though briskly-moving—queue for sexual congress with Hubby 01… —————————————————— Notes: It would have been helpful if any of the characters were given actual names. And yes, there are better uses of my time than puzzling out story issues. But maybe you’re familiar with how tweaking works…