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Rex was pleased when Tom and Julio showed up. Tom was a tall wiry redneck, covered in tattoos and with a shaved head. When Tom pulled his pants off he revealed a long 12 inch tool. Not as thick as either Rex or Ed, but the entire length was pierced with a very cruel-looking Jacob’s ladder. Julio was a bit shorter, 5’11” and stocky, his dark hair and dark eyes intense with hardness, and his big muscles bulged and rippled. Julio’s 8.5-inch cock was one of the thickest Rex had seen—probably 8 inches around—it was thicker than Ed’s coke can by a decent margin. “Enjoy the show, boys,” Tom smirked, as Julio picked the bound boy up and tossed him in the sling. Julio untied the boy and restrained his arms and legs to the sling. Tom leaned in and slapped the boy, who was out of it, lost in the overwhelming sensations of his hole stuffed with chempiss and the near agony of an overstimulated pussy. Slapping the boy again, harder from the other side, Tom growled, “You want your daddy Tom to fuck you boy, so your pussy can pay for drugs?” “Fuck me yes, sir,” Wes managed, opening his eyes, “But you hurt me too, sir, god all that metal on your cock hurts so bad.” “Damn right it’s gonna hurt,” Tom smirked, “Your daddy Ed said we can really cut loose and use you the way we like tonight.” As Tom and Julio passed a loaded pipe back and forth, Tom oiled up his long pole, and methodically placed big shards of Tina underneath and around the metal of his piercings. Julio meanwhile used the remote to increase the prostate stimulator’s intensity, while simultaneously punch fucking the boy with the big plug. Wes was morning and screaming continuously, until Julio held a bucket under the boy and after delivering a series of brutal punches, told the boy to squirt the piss into the bucket. The minute that was done, Julio punched the plug in and out several more times. Tom lined his cock up and—in move they clearly had done hundreds of times before—Julio pulled the plug out just as Tom slammed his cock in to the root. Wes was suspended in the air for a second, as the plates of metal and burning shards of Tina pierced his entire colon. Rex admired the way the sudden penetration made the boys incredible six pack writhe and ripple. Wes began screaming and Tom commenced fucking, driving his cock in the boys hole at multiple angles, each shift delivering a brutal stretch and little burning bits of Tina. Tom fucked the boy for a solid 45 minutes, but after the first 7 or 8, Wes was enjoying the fuck, begging “Use me Daddy Tom, hurt me, use my pussy to pay for my daddy’s drugs.” Tom and Julio used the boy for nearly 5 hours. Ed had promised them two, but Ed was so turned on watching that he let them go on. Each of the men fucked the boy relentlessly, and Julio’s huge thick pipe made the boy groan, even as open as he was by this point. Tom loved to use Tina to hurt the boy. Sometimes he would spend 10 minutes barely fucking, simply moving his cock to a slightly different angle, dragging the using the loaded Jacob’s ladder to hit the boy’s increasingly fiery insides. Ed and Rex mostly watched, although sometimes they used the boys mouth. They each fucked him for a bit when the other two men wanted a breather, but the focus of the boys attention was on being an increasingly whorish pig for the rough red neck and his friend. For the last hour, they doubled Wes, putting him in every position imaginable. Wes struggled and panted, and as open as he was, he still was stretched and bruised by the combination of the super thick shorter cock and the metal pressed tight against his tender insides. After Julio and Tom came a final time, each of the four top studs gave the boy a huge load of very potent chempiss. Ed shoved the largest plug into Wes’s distended and dripping hole. Within seconds Wes was no longer exhausted, instead rolling his hips and clutching with his ass at the big plug. Ed slapped Wes hard, and Wes opened his eyes, black with lust and meth and begged “Use me Daddy, please.” Ed roughly opened the boys mouth, and spit in it. “Oh I am going to use you, fist you deeper and harder then I ever have before. Your new Daddy Rex is going to hurt you and open you before it’s my turn.”

Ed and Wes lived in a big apartment above the shop. Rex threw on his jeans and grabbed his small daybag and a big duffel bag full of toys out out his pickup and followed the man and his boy up the stairs. Looking around, Rex thought it was surprisingly well-decorated, for a place above a body shop. The whole place was sophisticated and modern, with expensive woods and tasteful lighting. The apartment was a sharp contrast to the functional space below decorated with old calendars. While the garage was cleaner and better supplied than the country repair shops he remember from his Ozark childhood, the apartment was more like something he would expect in a city. Rex shrugged. Sometimes it was better not to know. “Thanks for this. Ed” Rex smiled “I would have had to go look for some boy pussy in New Orleans.” Ed grinned, “Think nothing of it. Wes texted me there was a big white stud in the shop who wouldn’t be traveling until Monday.” He continued, “And if course I jumped at the chance to let another man use my boy.” About an hour after they went upstairs, little Wes was getting desperate. He’d served the bigger men a couple of beers while they smoked a bowl, occasionally shotgunning one or two to him. But the big load of chempiss (Ed had added another big bump around the big red plug) was still there, now held in place by an inflatable plus Rex had produced from his bag of tricks. He would suck one man while the other took turns inflating and deflating and teasing his hole by fucking him with the plug. Every time he let even the smallest squirt of piss came out, they would inflate the plug to its maximum, and give him ten hard spanks. His stomach was cramping and he started moaning and begging. Finally Ed inflatable the plug up to his maximum and made the boy walk to the bathroom, where after ten minutes of Wes pleading Ed reached up and pulled the plug out in one motion, the two men laughing as the boy shrieked and the piss came gushing out. Ed turned the water on, adjusted the temperature, and then switched the water to a sure shot with a long rubber tube. “Get into position boy,” Ed commanded, “Wanna do the honors, Rex?” Rex smiled and stuck the hose up Wes’s hole. “Can you take your daddies fist deep?” Wes shook his head no. Rex smiled and pushed the hose in deeper, making Wes go rigid and moan. “That’s gonna change after I am through with you.” So Wes sucked and sucked on his daddies big cock and worshiped his asshole, his face buried by the big bear’s huge buttocks. Rex cleaned him out deep, always pushing deeper and ignoring the boy’s pleas for mercy. After about 45 minutes of non stop work with the hose, Rex had got the entire long rubber part and about three inches of the metal buried in the boys pussy. Rex turned the water up and slowly fucked the boy, gaining an inch more of depth. He then pulled the hose out and made the boy release it all, quivering and moaning. Wes then cleaned the bodies of the top men, licking and kissing first and then gently cleaning with soap. The men made him spend special attention to cleaning deep into their assholes with his tongue and Ed especially made him worship and suckle on his toes. After everyone was dried off, Ed lead them into their big bed room. “Get out the rubber sheets, boy,” Ed ordered, “It’s time our guest got to sample your hot pussy.” Once the sheet were on, Ed and Rex relaxed and shared a bowl while Wes put up a sling, with a comfortable stool at the foot and a big rubber sheet underneath. Then as ordered, Wes covered his cock cage with a leather jockstrap trimmed in red. Ed had him stand at the foot of the bed and watch, as Rex and Ed stroked their big cocks. The boy was clearer overtaken by cocklust and started begging to be fucked. Ed told him to get out the party supplies, and he pulled out a black lacquer tray with several large vials of Tina, a needle less syringe, a bottle of distilled water, some ecstasy pills, and a vial of GHB amd a couple of small bottles of Gatorade and set it beside his big black bear daddy. Ed looked at him. “See something you like, boy?” “Yes, sir,” Wes breathed. “What do you see that you like boy?” Ed ordered. “Two big cocks, daddy,” Wes replied. “You’re going to serve these cocks, boy” Ed promised, “And you’re going to make me proud by how well you milk our new friend Rex. Now get into position.” Wes leaned over and spread his cheecks, his asshole fluttering, his big pumped ass lips throbbing. Ed mixed up a potent booty bump crushing an X tablet up with a huge line of Tina, and without ceremony shoved the syringe in as deep as he could, quickly release the liquid drug’s up the boys hole. He shoved some more crystal flakes up the boys hole and sealed it with a small ball plug. “Lay across me boy and get Rex hard,” Ed commanded, “I am going to make sure your hole is at peak fire, so Rex can enjoy the pussy I made at its finest.” Wes gave Rex another one of his excellent blowjobs, while his daddy bear played with his pussy, giving Wes small additional doses of Tina and toying with his big pussy lips and his insides. Once the boy started really begging, Ed said, “Rex, get you some of this.” Rex positioned the boy on his hands and knees, his mouth slurping on his daddy bears giant cock. “Sweet Jesus, that feels great,” Rex sighed as he sunk his thick tool up the boys chute, and settled in for a long fuck. Rex fucked the boy for almost an hour, using the boys pussy like a fleshlight, bringing himself right to the edge before stopping. He fucked the boy in every position, Wes’s eyes rolled up in his head, his existence reduced to the pleasure his hole felt from the big cock using it. After Rex shot a giant load, Ed fucked Wes’s ass while Rex enjoyed the boys perfect mouth. They fucked the boy nonstop for 7 or 8 hours. Anytime the men needed a break they lay down and the boy rode them. Anytime he showed a sign of flagging Ed would “recharge” his hole with bumps of Tina. Finally, the men tired of fucking and Rex tied the boy on his back, with his legs up, and arms bound holding his legs up, on the rubber sheet under the sling. The two men dropped huge loads of potent chempiss into the boy and Rex pulled a prostate stimulator out and positioned it into the boy hole, adjusting it so it was almost painfully stimulating his prostate and he was approaching a continuous assgasm, Rex finished the arrangement off with one of the boys big plugs, which only pressed the stimulator tighter against his sensitive inner bud. As the boy lay moaning and crying out on his back, Ed and Rex settled onto the bed to share a bowl. “I wanna see you fist my boy,” Ed said, “I want you to make him squirm.” “I specialize in opening boys to new depths,” Rex said, stroking his big meat, “I can get him to take you much deeper than he has.” “That would be great,” Ed smiled, “Although he has learned to be love being punched, but for depth my hands are so big…”. “My hands are big too,” Rex grinned evilly, “But I don’t mind hurting a boy to get where I want and I have a bunch of long tools in this bag to get him deep inside.” Ed smiled, “I’ve been too easy on the boy, but that changes tonight. Let’s see what you can do, but from now on when I am in the mood to see him suffer, he’ll suffer.” Ed grinned, and said, “Before we move to fisting my boy, let’s have him renew our drug supply.” Rex raised his eyebrows. “My dealers got a big thing for Wes and so I sell his pussy to Wes to get big discounts. Believe me when Tom and Julio have had a few hours at him, he’ll be begging for our fists.”

Took me some time to write this down since this week was crazy busy, but this is what happened on Tuesday, soon after I first met Rob & Dean. When I got back home after that fist incredible fuck they texted me and we got super horny sexting till they asked if i'd like to come over on Tuesday to have a repeat and if I am up for them to invite a few of their friends. Of course I replied "Fuck yeah!!!" and jokingly asked if I could bring my partner too, they were up for that lol so I texted him the info and he was totally horned up by the idea. Game on! Fast forward to Tuesday... I woke up with my partner already poking my hole and we had our morning fuck and he kept telling me how excited he is about me being used today by a new group. I asked him to not dump a load yet cause I wanted to get cleaned first and then he can dump a load or 2 to lube me up for later lol We arrived at their place at 4pm, right on schedule. They greeted us naked so we both stripped at the door and I introduced my partner and we all shared a kiss while walking to their living room that was dimly lit, for some drinks while we waited for their other guests to arrive. we got a short briefing that they invited 4 other guys (2 couples) that they occasionally play with and I am to going to enjoy them all since they were too well endowed. At this point all 4 of us were hard as we sipped our drinks and I just finished mine with a chug, winked at my partner and dropped to my knees and started sucking them, starting with dean who was the closest while Dean and my partner moved towards us (they are both equally hung in size and girth but shaped a bit different lol) while my partner was showing Dean how well he can throat fuck me, Rob went to the door to greet the others that arrived all at the same time. I saw them with the corner of my eye as they walked in and stripping and I was groaning with the sight of 4 hot men, all hung and getting harder by the second watching me sucking cock, saying "so that's the slut you bragged about?" my partner answered "come over and try for yourselves" so a circle was formed, I was surrounded by 7 men, going from cock to cock like a bitch in heat and I couldn't get enough of it till they all were rock hard and fucking my throat harder and harder till I was covered with my throat juices. That's when Rob said we should take this party to the basement so I got up to stretch my leges and we headed downstairs to their basement that was obviously their family room when the kids are there but was transformed to a play room with a sling and a big mattress in the middle of the room. This is going be fun! That's when I was placed on the sling, tied my legs and hands and the plug I had in me was pulled out by my partner who told them "I loaded him up with 2 loads for you guys, don't go slow, fuck my beautiful partner up!" I just groaned as on by on they started plowing me, the first one played with my hole entrance with his 10" cock, then smiled at the group and shoved all the way in. I was gasping from the surprise and told him to just give me all he got! That started the train of men fucking me on the sling, pulling out and replaced by another while I was given their cock to clean up. At this point, about an hour later only 3 loaded me up and they wanted to switch positions so I was put on my hand and kneed on the mattress and the spitroasting began. again, one by one they took turns fucking both my hole and my throat while in between someone placed a bottle of popper up my nose to keep me horned up (as if I need to be MORE horny lol) they all commented on what a good slit I was, how my partner is very lucky and they were all impressed by how well I took dick deep in me in both holes and how good I clean the cock that just pounded my hole with my mouth. I was just groaning and moaning and begged for them to continue. on a side note, the smallest cock was Deans at 8" and thick, the rest were all 9 and 10 while Rob and my partner were both 11". I was a very happy slut! By now they all dumped at least 1 load on me while both Rob and my partner dumped a second load in me, my hole was a cummy mess and sloppy while I used my muscles to tighten up. That was when they wanted to try double penetrating me as they all heard I could take is so well so the hosts were given the first go as Rob was laying on his back while I lowered my used hole on his till he was all the way in me while Dean began shoving his cock too. Someone fed me poppers and I was in heaven! they began thrusting in and out till the found a good rhythm while the rest of the guests cheered them on, shouting "fuck yeah, use the slut!" and I was riding like a pro putting on a show. they fucked me like that for a while till they both loaded me up at the same time, I kept riding with my sloppy hole till my partner laid next to us and I was lifted off the cocks in me by 2 guys and I was put down on my partners cock till he was too all the way in, then the routine began, one by one the pushed their cock in alongside my well hung partner, till they all came in me, except for my partner (he has incredible stamina!) I think this all went on for almost 1.5 hours of non stop Double Penetration of my hole which was so loose by now and cum was running down my legs as I stood up. That's when my partner told Rob lay down and that he wanted to show the group how well I could take two 11" cocks up my cunt and they did exactly that! They went full power on my hole and plowed my hole so hard, we were all moaning like animals for nearly 30 minutes till the both nutted in me! I was both exhausted and yet my hole was buzzing from all the pounding and loads I received wanting more!! after a short rest that we all grabbed a drink and chatted a bit I was placed back on the sling, this time they wanted to really open me up even further so I was fed more poppers as my partner showed them how well my used hole opens up as he began inserting his fist, using only the loads that they all dumped in me. i just love how feeling my partner fill me up like this can be both so intimate and yet so sleazy in the situation! he began putting on a show for them and went deep slowly till I was having another anal orgasm (by this point I came handsfree like 4-5 times already lol) And again, a train of men fisting me began, I was shivering from all the attention I was getting, a fist in my hole, hands groping me all over and a dick in my mouth. A total pig! At one point my partner was in my mouth and loudly asked if I was thirsty, I knew exactly what he meant and just moaned, he understood the sign and I began feeling the warmth in my throat of his piss as he started flooding my guts. They all cheered again and as my partner pulled out his saved a bit of his piss to spray directly on my mouth and over my face. Oink! needles to say that they all took turns pissing in my mouth or on me (I guess it was good we told the hosts to prep with a rubber mattress 😉) I was in pig heaven! this went for a while and I had a fist in my at all time, at some point 2 guys stretched my hole with their hands, stretching me even further and then they started punch fucking me. I just couldn't believe how good it all felt and I just begged them to go even further. And hour later, when they decided it was time they wanted to dump one more load in me and they started fucking my lose hole yet again, it was overflowing with cum till one by one they began dumping their loads in me Of course I cleaned them off with my mouth like the good pig that I am (I fucking love ass to mouth!!!) This time it was faster and 40 minutes later they were all done loading me up, I was plugged with a big plug my partner brought with us and was release from the sling. it was hard for me to stand up, my legs were like jello lol Overall we spent 5 hours when I was the only bottom for the men to fuck, breed, fist and filled with piss as we said our goodbyes and were headed home in an Uber, I bet the driver could smell all the cum, piss and swear we were both covered with lol we arrived home, both well spent we headed to the shower as my partner unplugged me, shoved his big cock deep in me and dumped one more last load in me before I release 25-30 loads they all dumped in me and we went to bed, i was cuddled and had his ever hard cock in me As we fell asleep he whispered in my ear how proud he is of me and what a wonderful slut I am 🥰

Rex sat in the small waiting room of the backroads repair shop. He was in Crypress Branch, bumfuck Alabama, somewhere near Mobile, on his way to New Orleans, and had some car trouble—he was pretty sure it was the carborator. Rex was sweating through his tight muscle tee, and he smiled as the little blonde mechanic kept on checking him out. Rex leaned back and put his hands behind his neck. making sure the kid got a good look at the hair peeking out of the collar and sleeves of T-shirt and the hard flat planes of his stomach. Blushing, the kid slid back under the car. The kids name was Wes, he’d said. He was fucking gorgeous. Pretty blonde hair, blue eyes, twinky body. And Rex was pretty sure he was wearing a cock cage and plug in his ass. He could just make out the outlines of both through the overalls he wore—which were unusually tight in the ass—as the kid fiddled with something under the car. So, a pervy blonde redneck mechanic in rural Alabama? What were the odds of that? Rex smiled and squeezed his bulge right as a huge black bear entered from a side door. The man was huge, probably 6’5”, with huge shoulders, dark skin, close-shaved hair, and giant hands. “I am Big Ed,” the man said, “Do you like my boy?” Rex startled for a minute at the implications behind the question, then smiled. “You keep him locked and caged?” Rex asked, smiling. “Sure do,” Big Ed a grabbed at his big bulge. “Since it’s Friday and I can’t get your carburetor parts until Monday. You are welcome to stay with us for the weekend and sample his sweet pussy,” Big Ed smirked “I love to see him get doubled with white cock and my big black cock.” “Come out here boy and show the nice man how much you love cock,” Big Ed directed, closing the big garage door and turning over the window sign to “closed.” Wes pulled himself out from under the vehicle, grinned, and immediately stripped down. Max whistler in appreciation. The boy was more muscular than he’d anticipated, a twink frame that had clearly been working out, his pert ass framed by a red jockstrap. His shoulders were wide and his abs showed a tight six pack. “Show me that pussy,” Rex commanded. With practiced ease Wes spread out his coveralls and knelt with his head on the ground and reached back and spread his ass open. Rex admired the perfect globes and dimples of the boy’s bubble butt. Ed reached down and slid the big red plug out of Wes’s hole. Rex smiled, “Now that’s a pretty pussy.” Ed nodded and smiled and slid four of his fingers in, pinching up the swollen lips. “Wes pumps his pussy for an hour each day,” Ed said, as Wes began to whine and push back on Ed’s massive fingers. “Between the pumping, being a horny 20-year-old, clit locked for 250 days thus far this year, and plugged pretty much all the time,” Ed smiled, “little Wessy is pure cuntboy.” Rex smiled and let his big thick 10 inches out of his jeans, pulling his T-shirt off to reveal his broad muscles and pelt of dark blonde fur. “Show our new friend your hot little mouth,” Ed directed. The boy sure was a class-a cocksucker. And while Rex’s cock was huge, it was nothing compared to the 13 inches of beer battle thick cock Big Ed pulled out of his trousers. Ed slipped the big plug out of his boy and slid his cock in, even as practiced as Wes clearly was at taking his Daddy’s big tool, Rex felt the boy grunt around his own big cock as the huge tool slid up the pussyboy’s chute. After both of the top men came, Ed cutting loose seconds after Rex shouted he was coming. They left their cocks in the boy’s holes, after a few seconds, Ed nodded and said, “Feed him a load of piss.” Rex sighed and Wes began swallowing a load of strong piss while Ed filled his ass. When the two men were done, Ed slapped Wes’s ass “Kept it high boy,” and Wes arched his back. Ed smiled at Rex as he reached into a pocket of his overalls revealing a big white baggy of Tina. “Sometimes to start the weekend I like to make my regular piss chempiss, to get the boy started.” He proceeded to pull a huge bump out and slipped it into the boy. As he smoothly slid the buttplug in, Wes began to groan and wiggle his ass. “Gave him a big one,” Ed smiled, “cant wait to seek him getting fucked by your big white cock.”

It had been fascinating to watch Zeke’s reaction to meeting his cousin John for the first time Tommy though. They had greeted their guests at the back entrance by the garages. No one used the imposing front doors of the house. Once Tommy had opened them from the inside just to make sure they would open. As they had climbed out of the car Zeke stood staring at a ginger version of Mike who stared right back at him as some deeper instinct told them they were connected and an instant love formed between them. “There’s no denying it is there?” Mike asked nudging his cousin Mike had only discovered John’s existence after his father had died just adding to the list of reasons Mike hated him “None at all” Zeke said all the more interested because unlike Mike, John was versatile and since he played with his half brother he should have no problem with cousin lovin As if to prove the point John walked up and put his arms around Zeke kissing him deeply obviously feeling that connection, the instinctual love and lust himself, “It’s going to be hot fucking Mike’s ginger twin” Zeke said with a grin “Oh I make a much better bottom than Mike ever did” John said slyly “I don’t know” Jeff piped in “I like you both” he said patting Mike on the ass “Knock it off you two” Mike said his face a thundercloud as Zeke’s eyebrow shot up “I made Mike bottom for me before I would let him have my ass” John confide to his now smirking cousin “Only once” Mike snapped “And believe it or not his cock is actually a tiny fraction longer than Mike’s” Jeff added gleefully “And Jeff tops Mike at least a couple times a month” John added conspiratorially To Zeke’s surprise Mike’s face softened and he pulled Jeff into his arms “I don’t regret that one bit” he said without a hint of embarrassment “It made us stronger, deepen our trust in each other, Jeff is the only person on earth I can let my guard down that much with and it’s become an important part of our love for each other” Zeke nodded. Impressed by his cousin's frankness and then he saw Tommy looking at him with a question and maybe just a little bit of hurt in his eyes and he realized what a selfish asshole he had been. Tommy had never asked to top him because it had just been understood that it was not an option but that was before they had allowed themselves to admit that they loved each other. Zeke found that he didn’t even have to think about it and he and Tommy needed to talk It was already early evening so they showed their guests where their rooms were, John would be sleeping with Mike and Jeff most nights but had his own room as did Hank and Buzz, the other married couple here They shared a dinner lit by torches and candles out by the pool and then retired as it had been a long day of travel for there guests. Tommy seemed subdued as they entered their bedroom but Zeke knew he would not bring the subject up. Zeke’s stand on the issue had always been too adamant. Sliding into bed he pulled this boy who had so thoroughly changed him and captured his heat back against him holding him like he was the rock his entire life depended on “I’ve been selfish and denied you part of me” Zeke started “I’ve never asked” Tommy said “Would you have ever asked before today? Be honest” Zeke asked “I never would have dared” Tommy admitted “It was just never even an option” “I know you like to top. I have seen you do it when you got the chance” Zeke said rolling Tommy over to face him “You build your self around being dominant, being a top” Tommy said touching his face “I never want to take that from you” and he smiled but the corners of his eyes were wet “And what if I want to give it to you?” Zeke said quietly, almost shyly “What if I want to build a new life around you? Around us? What if I need to let you into my heart and my soul completely and share all of me with you?” Zeke’s voice was ragged with emotion, afraid, terrified that this raw soul bearing offer would be rejected Tommy’s lips gently took his in a sweet lingering kiss as he gently rolled on top of Zeke and slowly raised his legs to his shoulders nuzzling his neck as he slowly eased inside his lover. It had none of the pain inducing roughness they shared and craved when Zeke was on top. Just a gentle steady pace as Tommy tried to show with caresses and kisses how much Zeke’s sharing meant to him. Tommy reached down to stroke Zeke and knowing his lover’s signs timed his own climax with Zeke’s eruption. “I love you” they whispered to each other as they fell asleep in total relaxation waking as dawn crept through the windows Tommy cradled in Zeke's arms as he lay on his chest Everyone noticed the softening of Zeke’s demeanor the next morning but no one mentioned it After breakfast Tommy and Jeff went down into town to visit relatives taking Hank and Buzz with them to meet the fanatics who had been so excited to meet he two legendary quarterbacks Zeke, Mike and John hug out by the pool as Zeke and John got to know each other, deliberately avoiding the topic of sex much to Mike’s annoyance. He was obviously looking forward to something and sensing that Zeke and John drew it out as long as they could Finally Mike cracked “So are you going to make him give up his ass before he can fuck you or not?” He demanded of his brother “No” John said calmly Mike exploded “Why not? I have been looking forward to the look on his face when you told him he had to give it up to have you for months! Not to mention watching him actually do it!” “I only did that to you because you were such a douchebag about being a top and a Master all the time. Sure you bottomed for Jeff now and then but Jeff never made an issue of it. You strutted around The Confound lording your “Topness” over Hank and Buzz and even me though you had never even had me. You needed to be taken down a peg or five” John said winking at Zeke “Oh he’s a douchebag about it just as much as I am. You just don’t know him yet” Mike said darkly “You didn’t hear him last night and I’m sorry to say I did. I could hear you loud and clear through the fireplace in my room. What you said to Tommy was so raw and beautiful I was in tears" John told Zeke Oddly enough Zeke found he didn’t mind being overheard. What he had said was just how it should have always been “I will have it looked into” was all he said “I was probably just as sweet with Jeff” Mile muttered “And yet you still acted like a puffed up douche to everyone else” John told him “Only a brother can tell you something like that” he said to Zeke “Or a cousin” Zeke replied casting a side eyed glance at the sulking Mike John came over and sat with Zeke kissing him and Zeke soon found out how hot fucking his cousin could be. The fact he looked so much like Mike just adding to the mind blowing orgasm as he bred his own flesh and blood Mike got over his sulking and added his own load to his brother’s ass soon afterwards Zeke sat bouncing John's cock on his palm having just blown his cousin’s massive cock and swallowed his incestuous load “I can’t wait to see you fuck Tommy with this, Those extra inches should open his eyes. Don’t go easy on him; he loves it to hurt,. He goes off into “pain trances” when I push him sometimes” “Oh great!” Mile grumped “Now my brother gets to fuck Tommy’s sweet little ass when I don’t” Mike was having a bad day Mike and Zeke had a rule “You can fuck my boy’s ass after I get yours” and the one time that rule had been broken they had not spoken for years afterward Though they constantly competed Mike and Zeke and now John loved each other deeply and the separation had hurt Mike and Zeke both John sat smugly. He got to bottom for Mike and Zeke but even better he was the only person who got to fuck both Tommy and Jeff well except for Hank and Buzz maybe but they were family A few days later they were all enjoying a relaxing evening by the pool listening to Hank and Buzz tell the story of how they had gifted two stubborn tops who were in love but would not give it tup to each other. (For that tale see “Somebody to be mine forever” my other story here) “Actually one of them looked a lot like you Tommy” Hank said “His name is Dale his boyfriend was Alan” Both Jeff's and Tommy’s jaws hit the floor and Zeke just laughed “You fucked cousin Dale? I didn’t even know he was gat and I have know him all my life!” Jeff said “He’s been going to therapy for his anger issues for about a year now thanks to Zeke” Tommy said thoughtfully, flashing Zeke a smile “You know he used to fly off the handle all the time. Maybe this is what he was angry about. I loved his dad but he was so conservative he didn’t like to change his underwear” “For now I think we should let sleeping Dales lie” Jeff said just as thoughtfully “If he’s coming to terms with being gay he will tell us when he is ready. At least you and I paved the way for him with the family. It will be much easier for them to accept him after they accepted me and you” During the next days and weeks Jeff and Tommy subtly suggested to family members that it was time to stop ostracizing Dale and Tommy hand delivered a wedding invitation to Dale which read “Dale plus one” letting him know he was welcome to bring anyone special in his life as a guest They all really wanted to know who this “Alan” was

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This is not a story, but a comment that I'd like to make, that I am sure I'll get guff over. Seriously, will you guys stop being such critics of the stories that get posted here. There have been so many AMAZING stories that got started on this site which then died a withering death because the other BZ members feel that they've got to critique and nit-pick over the most ridiculous of things within these stories? If there's something you don't like within a story, just stop reading it. It's that simple. Someone gets hypnotized against their will and gets fucked, so what? Someone wore socks while getting fucked, so what? Someone's nasty old neighbor lures them in and then seduces them, so what? Someone get's off on Cheating, so what? Guess what, if you don't like any of it, so what! Let the rest of enjoy what we like. I feel like there has been a marked downturn in the amount of stuff being shared here, and this is a good part of why. I enjoy this site and want it to keep going. It takes a lot of energy to write these stories, and a lot of creativity to retell your escapades. Not everyone is going to be F. Scott Fitzgerald, but if the story is readable and gets me off, that's all I care about. And I wanna read that author's entire output instead of having some pissy critic kill it upon birth. Please, I can't be the only one who is feeling this. Here is your chance to speak up.

Mike laid back in his chair relaxing his cock standing proudly like a flagpole and dripping pre feeling Jeff’s mouth sucking on one of his nuts then the other he could get both in his mouth but it was not comfortable for either of them. Jeff loved the taste of Mike’s cock but could only take the head and a couple inches in his mouth. Mike never tried to force more because any potential damage to Jeff’s voice had to be avoided. Jeff’s head popped up with a quizzical look “Are you really 10 ½ inches Babe? I know you are huge but…” Jeff said in a teasing tone of voice Mike had known this question would come up eventually and said “There is a measuring tape in my case, grab it and measure for yourself” then he sat back with a smirk waiting. Jeff stroked him a few times to make sure he was fully hard then put the tape at the base amd unrolled it his eyes going wide as he stopped “Umm Babe this says you are just over 12 inches long” “Does it now? I guess you inspire me to new lengths Baby Boy” Mike said dryly “You lied!” Jeff said though he didn’t sound unhappy “Guys have a hard enough time believing 10 ½ you can call the extra inch and a half a bonus if you want. There are bigger dicks than mine out there but not many” “I knew I loved you for some reason” Jeff piped up cheekily then continued in a more serious voice “This last week has been wonderful and not this the sex, I never get tired of talking to you and I’m addicted to sleeping in your arms but if you got a man in your life you love him having a 12 inch cock is a nice bonus” then he swarmed up into Mike’s arms kissing him reaching down to point Mike’s cock at his hole and impaling himself on it riding him till Mike filled him with poz seed. Later as they lay in a sweaty heap Jeff asked “Mike are we going to have an open or closed relationship?” “Well I know no one else is touching you till I am 100% sure my virus is in your veins” Mike growled “That’s not what I am talking about” Jeff said reaching down to stroke Mike’s girth “What other man will I even feel after this monster? I a perfectly happy giving my ass only to you. There is something else I want” “And that is?” Mike asked Jeff bit his lip then blurted out “I want to watch you infect other men! I want to help you even to lure them in for you to breed” then he flushed looking down “I’m sorry I know that’s wrong” Mike put a finger under Jeff’s chin and tilted his head up till he was looking this man who was everything he had ever wanted even in his darkest fantasies and said “You really want that Baby Boy?” Jeff nodded the squealed as he was pushed on to the floor on his stomach his legs were forced apart and Mike roamed his full length in him thrusting in an animalistic frenzy and letting out a strangled groan as he came deep inside. Minutes later when Mike cam down from his orgasm he said “I’m sorry Baby Boy that got my cock so hard it hurt I had to get a load out. I would love to poz as many men as you want me to” Then they kissed and made out for hours. The next day was their one week anniversary and they were house hunting having deciding on Vegas as a home base. They had seen several in town but this one was a property about 10 miles outside of town the realtor referred to as “The compound”. They pulled up a private road to a gate in an impressive stone wall then through to see a large house with another building to the side. The house was beautiful with a huge pool in the back with an attached hot tub , a full gym with showers for four and a sauna. The outbuilding turned out to be a full recording studio though the equipment needed updating an attached art studio and a large empty room in the back. “That art studio could easily be converted into a tattoo studio for you Babe” Jeff said as they wandered the grounds getting a feel for the place “and with some updates I could record my music here. I’d rather make them come to me than fly out to L.A. each time. Did you know this place was owned by that famous singer who died in the plane crash?” Mike nodded. They met the grounds keeper and the two man house staff, a cook and a pool boy who shared housekeeping duties. All three handsome men in their 20s who appeared to be related and lived in a small cottage at the back of the property. They seemed friendly enough. They viewed several more houses and thought about it for a few days before putting in an offer on The Compound at asking price and a quick cash sale later were the proud owners of their new home christening it over the next week by fucking at least once in every single room.

Already living it ... kind of. A trucker I met by accident over 2 months ago has been discretely letting other truckers know that he knows about me, can arrange a "date" for me to visit them in their cab on certain nights and at certain times. I'm not a trucker. I have no connections to their world, except now through him. He and I have had sex 5-times since our first time and he calls himself my "Daddy" but also laughingly calls himself my "pimp" since he arranges the initial 2 meetings before he just lets me set things up. He kind of protects me but also kind of encourages me. He definitely enjoys me and is always first in line to have me when his route gets him there. And he's even set up an all-nighter once at a nearby hotel so we could spread out and enjoy our sex together without being so cramped in the sleeper area of his cab. And each of the 6 other truckers - so far - have all been real decent guys. They're just lonely guys on the road, away from home, most with cold wives who either hate their being gone for days or a few that hate that they're now "a little pudgy" as one put it to me the other night. I personally find the little extra kind of sexy! These women are stupid. But hey, more cock for me!

Love your weighted stretcher. Want! 🩶

After my fiasco at a private party yesterday (condoms, everybody leaving without dumping a load) I went to a sex club today. And yes, bitches, I am back. Dumped two loads. No questions, no drama. Just men on men in Lust. Amen

Had a lazy afternoon, my partner was out for some errands and he already fucked me good all day giving me 3 fantastic loads, I was plugged, caged and feeling all his cum in me and that of course got me horny again. I got a message from an anonymous profile not so far away from me, sending his age, a body pic of him from the gym and a nice dick pic with the stats, "34, horny, 8" top" My reply was very short: "now! Where?" so I put on a tank top and shorts, don't bother with a jock since I am caged and hop in my car and it's a 5 min drive. He told me to park in the driveway and come to the back so I headed there to see this magnificent looking man, nearly 2 meters tall, naked and furry in all the right places with a semi dangling between his legs. Yummy! We stand closer and he's looking down at me, (I'm 1.85m) with a grin on his face he tells me to strip now, which I obviously do. then he said the most amazing thing, "I can't fucking believe I am going to breed you!! He saw the puzzled look on my face and said that he saw me on the apps but never had the chance to hit me but heard from a few buddies of his about my sexcapades and how big of a cumdump slut I am. fucking loved it! we went inside through the kitchen and I saw a photo on the fridge of him with his husband and twin boys, so I gave him the puzzled look again and he said that they are open and if I'm lucky his husband will be back and that he may be shorter than him but he's dick is wayyyyy bigger, that got me hornier and intrigued lol we go upstairs and I can't stop staring at his beautiful furry ass and his big balls dangling in front of me and I could barely resist myself burying my face! we got to the bedroom and start kissing and making out on the bed, he's hands touching every inch of my body, feeling my locked cock that is leaking cum, then played a little with my plugged hole, asking "home many loads you carry slut?", I answer 3 and he's dick just sprang to fully hard and it was a beautiful 8", cut and nicely thick that got me drooling. he asked me to lay on top of him with my ass facing him and I immediately obliged, taking his cock in my mouth all the way to the root, making him gasp while he pulled out my plug in one quick move, that got me moaning cause it was a big plug and my gaping, cum filled hole was right in front of his face. Then I felt his fingers playing with my hole, hearing him say that I was such a cumdump slut and how lucky I am that he's going to breed me several times and maybe his husband will too. i was in heaven just hearing him say that when he shoved his tongue up my hole, tasting all my partners loads in me, and slurping all over my hole, some of his spit and cum oozed out on my balls and it drove me wild causing my locked cock to ooze so much on him as well. After a couple of minutes of his tongue in my hole and his cock down my throat I got up and told him it's time to fuck me and I quickly sat on his cock all the way in, he was moaning while I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles and kissing him. i started riding him hard and then he switched positions and I was on my back while he was pounding me hard! I was moaning like a bitch in heat and leaking cum when he roared and I felt his dick expanding in me deep and his hot load feeding my hungry load, it was a massive load of almost 10-12 shots! he collapsed on top of me, keeping hard in me and just made out with me while he slowly kept fucking his load deep in me. we chatted for a bit and then he wanted to fuck me hard again, this time from behind so I got into position, ass up, head down and begged for his cock to breed me again. soon I felt his cock head playing with my hole till all of the sudden he pushed all the way in cause me to gasp for a second and then begged again for him to use me as the slut I am. and boy did he fuck me! Calling me all sorts of names, fucking me insanely hard just like I love and slapping my ass. This went for a while, must've been 30 minutes to build up his second load when he announced he was ready to blow and he started shooting in me again. I came handsfree while he was breeding me once again and when we finished panting I hear someone cough from the back of the room. I got startled for a second when I saw his husband, naked standing there with an enormous 11" dick and thick as an arm!!! he just asked his husband if he got my hole ready and wet for him while he approached us and began shoving his dick in my mouth. It stretched me so wide but I managed to get the huge head in my mouth for a bit while his husband pulled out from my hole and told his husband "he's all your babe and his hole is way better than what they told us", I was blushing, owning the slut that I am while he laid on the bed and told me to climb him so I could control the initial penetration of his huge cock. obviously he didn't realize how big of a slut I am lol I just smiled at him, lowered my ass till his cock head touched my hole while his husband was looking at it from behind, I kissed him deep and lowered my ass all the way down till I had the whole 11" in me. I was gasping and moaning all the way but I needed to feel that in me! his surprise was replaced with a newly found horniness and as I was beginning to ride him, he was fucking my too, we found a good rhythm like that for a while and he was about to get ready to cum and I begged him to breed my hole! Then he held my thighs tight, shoving his huge dick in me and started spasming while shooting his load. it was so amazing feeling him breeding me, I could feel every shot pumping in me! then I got up and immediately went on to clean his cock from all the cum that was leaking and my sweet ass juices! The two husbands laid one next to each other while I was alternating between them, getting them hard again while they kept taking about what a good piece of ass i am. 🥰 I rewarded them with the best blowjob I could give and rimmed them both till they got hard again. this time they wanted to spit roast me while I was on my back, let's call him Rob (the 11" monster) rammed his cock again up my hole while his husband (let's call him Dean) started fucking my face. they were both encouraging each other and the energy in the room was just electric! we went on like this for another 20 minutes of Rob plowing my hole into oblivion when he came once more in me! the amazing thing about them is that they never go soft!!! so he kept on fucking me slowly before he laid on the bed and asked me to ride him again. while I rode his pole his husband whispered in my ear that they heard how much I love feeling stretched, while he lowered my body till I was laying on his husband and then I felt his cock head alongside his husband. Slowly pushing only my well fucked hole but still needed to use some force because of how full I was with Rob's thick pole. the I felt the 'pop' and I was moaning so hard when his cockhead went in! they slowly rocked back and forth till they I was finally impaled on both their cocks, making me feel so full! then, Rob said "did you really think we'll be this gentle with you slut?" When they started ramming their cocks hard in me, fucking my cunt and stretching me so good. their rhythm was amazing and I was cumming so hard while they pounded me for a long while! after 30 minutes or so the both said they're getting ready to shoot and I begged them to fill me up together! Soon after they both roared and again I felt that familiar feeling of both their dicks expanding in me and shooting their loads! I can't believe these 2 studs gave me 3 loads each now and they were still almost fully hard!!! I climbed off of them and had to stretch my legs from riding them both for so long and laid on the bed to catch my breath lol I could feel my hole on fire from the intense stretching and the cum was overflowing that's when Dean asked if I was ready for one more load when he lifted my legs and shoved his dick all the was in, it went so smooth and we both felt all the cum sloshing in me, before he picked up the pace and I was once again being fucked hard! Rob the sat on my face having me rim his beautiful pink hole while his husband was pounding me till Dean announced he was going to blow again! when he finished shooting the switched positions and Rob was pounding me again while I cleaned Rob's cock from all the cum and my pink ass juices! Oink!! Soon after Rob started cumming in me while hitting my prostate so good I came again handsfree. when he pulled out, all 3 of us were a sweaty mess and I was covered with the cum my locked cock leaked. i was quickly presented with Rob's cock to clean. before we all headed to the showers they inserted back the plug I came with that just easily slipped back in. Before I left we exchanged info and we are definitely going to meet again! now I am waiting for my partner to arrive back home to open pull the plug out and see all the 8 loads I collected while he was out 🐷 I guess I had a good reputation to hold lol

Sorry for my attempts at poetry/lyrics in this chapter it will make sense later ************************************************************************************** They had decided to keep Mike’s house as a rental and tax write off so they swung by to pack some personal things and the rest of Mike’s play equipment. Jeff picked up a picture of Mike in his show choir uniform from high school “Awwwww look at the Emo Twink! You were SO adorable! Were you any good?” “I got a few solos so I guess so” Mike replied sitting at his computer and finding the video file his mom had made “Here” he said clicking play and a much younger Mike popped up on the screen singing a show tune “Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?” Jeff asked “It just never came up I don’t think about it much” Mike shrugged “I also wrote music though it’s not very good” “Do you still have them?” Jeff asked “Some of them, I think. Look on the top shelf in the closet” He said pointing to the bedroom “A black box has some of my drawings and songs” Mike shut down the computer and started disassembling it to pack as Jeff headed for the bedroom “I knew you could draw but these are really good Mike” came down the hall then the sound of papers rustling followed by a long silence followed by a very soft “Oh my” Jeff came down the hall holding a piece of sheet music as Mike looked up he started to sing and the story of two boys, best friends finding fun and mischief came from his lips then the first course: Always together, Just me and you Our boyhood dreams under skies so blue I kept my secret, you never knew That my heart beat Just for you Then more adventures but this time tinged with sadness ending with one boy flying off to college and the second course: Always apart now, me and you My broken dreams flown into the blue I bit my tongue, you never knew That day my heart broke because of you Mike sat there stunned as Jeff crossed the room to sit in his lap “Mike that was beautiful, your music does not suck” he said and gently kissed him. Mike blinked away tears and said “I wrote that for Luke” and he pointed at a wedding photo of a blond man and woman in white with Mike standing behind the man in a black tuxedo “I was the best man at his wedding. You made that sound much better than I ever could. I don’t think I ever sung it out loud actually” “You must have really loved him” Jeff said a bit sadly “I thought i did” Mike said looking him in the eyes “But lately I have been rethinking what love is” They packed a few more things and left the rest for the movers Jeff walking out the door with a black box tucked under his arm. Hank was a regular visitor at The Compound now that he had retired from football “I want to get out while I am still young, pretty and have my health” he joked by the pool one day as the three sat naked in the sun Jeff had insisted that when it was just the boys this was a naked pool and Hank after some coaxing had ditched his swim suit. “I really don’t know what to do with myself though, I never thought about what I would do after football” Hank’s reluctance became obvious almost at once. His cock which would have been average on a normal man looked somewhat undersized on his huge muscled frame and with Mike swinging like a pendulum a guy could get self conscious. Neither Mike or Jeff (Jeff not Billy Hank reminded himself) seemed to notice so he quickly relaxed and just had fun. Mike and Jeff had gradually opened up to him about the dynamics of their relationship showing him their dungeon. Jeff modeling the custom bondage equipment they had had built especially the self locking bench where motion sensors closed the restraints when an ankle or wrist was placed into them. They could be released by a button on the wall and were on a half hour timer as well to prevent accidents. They even told him after swearing him to secrecy that Mike was trying to poz Jeff. Hank accepted it after being taken aback for a bit. What they did was their business. Today Hank was telling them about his fiancé Janice. They had been dating for 5 years. “You should have her out here for a party so we can meet her!” Jeff said “She is flying back east in two days” he said “Have her out tomorrow then!” The following day the four of them (properly swim suited this time) sat by the pool and Jeff had already decided he did not like Janice. She always seemed down on Hank giving him veiled insults and demeaning him though Hank looked at her with disgusting puppy eyes for a man his age. Even when she told him to shut up and lightly slapped him on his cheek. The party ended early much to Jeff’s relief. A few weeks later Mike and Jeff drove into town, their destination was Mike’s (and now Jeff’s) Doctor. Jeff had had blood drawn a week ago and the test results were back. They sat holding hands as they got the news “Jeff your test results are positive and your strain is exactly the same as Mike’s” the Dr. said then sighed as they shared a deep kiss to celebrate. “I suppose like Mike you are going to refuse medication?” “At this time Dr.” Jeff said As they drove home fully intending on fucking for the rest of the day Jeff smiled. He had Mike inside him forever! On pulling through the gate however they saw Hank’s car parked and Hank standing next to it. “Hank, this is not a good…” Mike started “Janise left me” Hank blurted out “She said she needed a man who could satisfy her and with a dick like mine I didn’t qualify as a man at all” Hank finished Jeff started forward to hug him but was stopped by Mike’s harsh words “She’s right” Mike looked around angry at this interruption of his plans and said “Follow me lets not do this outside” and led them into the side building to the dungeon in the back then he stepped in front of the stunned quarterback and unzipped his pants pulling out his cock and balls and letting them hang “This is what a man has between his legs” He said motioning for Jeff to do the same. Bewildered Jeff pulled out his own hardening cock and let it hang “Now” Mike said in a harsh voice ‘Strip and show us what you think makes you a man” Blushing and squirming Hank obeyed “Put your hands behind your head” Mike ordered and Hank complied Mike walked around him feeling a muscle here and there then taking both Hank’s nipples in his fingers he twisted hearing a moan escape his lips and smirking evilly as Hanks cock spewed cum on the floor ‘You are not a man.” Mike said “You are a little small dicked bitch pretending to be a man and hoping no one notices. You didn’t come here for comfort, you came here because you knew I was here and it’s in your nature to submit to a real man like me” Hank tried to say something but Mike barked “Shut up bitch!” and stepped forward to rub the head of his half hard cock over Hank’s small shaft “I’m going to tell you what is going to happen, You can either obey or you can get dressed and leave.” Mike walked over to a shelf and picked up a ball gag “You are going to put this in your mouth then you will walk over to the bench and place yourself in bondage. Once you do this I will mount you and I will fuck you. I won’t pull out when I cum. I will deliberately infect you with my virus and you will be grateful that a real man is using you like you were always meant to be used. Don't think this is sex for your pleasurer you are simply submitting yourself to the will of a real man and his desire to breed you. When I release you you will never think of yourself as a man again you will think of yourself as my property” Hank bent down reaching for his clothes and his face bumped into Mike’s half hard cock after a moment he straightened. took the gag from Mike’s hand and put it in his mouth then he walked over the bench laying over it and letting each restraint close on him testing them and finding not even he was strong enough to break loose Mike disengaged the timer. This was going to take more than half an hour Jeff was looking at him with awe in his eyes his cock literally drooling pre as Mike worked the muscle ass in front of him once again using no lube but pre eventually popping the head in then working the shaft into his new bitch past the inner barrier and fully into the guts sliding in and out edging for over an hour inside that “straight” ass before leaning down and whispering “Here comes my virus bitch” into Hank’s ear as he shot wad after wad on toxic cum up that hole. Mike stepped aside motioning to Jeff who had been edging the entire time. Jeff stepped behind and rammed his cock into Hanks battered hole blasting his first confirmed poz load into his helpless friend

The next morning Mike woke up wrapped around his new husband kissing him as he eased the buttplug out rolling him on his back and sliding into that still slightly red and swollen hole holding back the last few inches trying to be gentle and show Jeff the tender side of sex. That lasted about a minute before a timid Jeff asked “Mike, can you do it harder? Deeper? Can you make it hurt like last night?” Mike grinned. Here was a man who didn’t just endure the pain his oversized cock could pain he loved it. “You got it Baby Boy” Mike said pulling his hips back then slamming forward past that inner wall making Jeff’s entire body spasm his hole clenching and relaxing around Mike’s throbbing shaft as Mike pounded him “Fu-uuuuuuuuk I’m cumming" Jeff whimpered sending Mike over the edge as he shot into that willing receptive ass. After a quick repeat against the shower wall Mike and Jeff dressed and clean up things in the living room. “I have never cum without touching myself before last night” Jeff said. “It hurt like hell when you first popped in but when you got deeper the pain stopped being a bad thing. You said you liked causing it and my body just sort of channeled it to my cock instead of hurting it got me closer to cumming” “I hit the jackpot yesterday then and I’m not talking about money” Mike said sinking into a large char “My Ex and most guys I knew before him took a week to recover from a good satisfying fuck.” The phone on the end table rang and Jeff answered/ “Oh yes, send him up and could you send up breakfast for three? Thanks!” he said then he plopped down into Mike’s lap kissing him and snuggling. A couple minutes later the elevator opened and a man who looked like what Mike imagined Jeff would in 5 or 6 years if Jeff had dark hair stepped out, pausing a second seeing Jeff in Mike’s lap then walking in. “So you really did it, I blame mom and dad” he said, stopping to stand a few feet away annoyance and amusement warring on his face. “Mike this is my brother Robert. Not Rob or Bob and god help you if you call him Bobby. Just Robert. Robert this is my husband Mike” Jeff said with a huge grin “Nice to meet you” Mike said a bit uneasily. What he had actually done yesterday sinking in a bit more “Oh don’t worry about me. I feel sorry for you. My little brother decided he wanted you and he got you. He’s a lot to handle. I hope you are a patient man” Robert said, leaning down to shake Mike’s hand “What did you mean you blame your mom and dad?” Mike asked “Mom and dad have always done right by Jeff. They took most of what he made as a kid and put it with the best money manager in the country and they always made sure he had the best representation when dealing with the music labels. They also wrapped him in bubble wrap and kept him out of almost every important decision in his life. It took him a little while to realize once he turned 18 he didn’t have to put up with it any more. I told then he would do something crazy once he got loose. He and I contacted all the people mom and dad hired for him and told them they worked for Jeff now and if they didn’t like it they could be replaced. They got the picture real quick. So now this little beast is free to do whatever he wants. I’m a C.P.A. I look over his books and his lawyers look after the rest” Robert said “Beast!” Jeff protested and they all laughed. The elevator opened again and a breakfast big enough to feed a football team was brought in and set up on a side table “So tell me about yourself” Robert asked as they helped themselves. “Well as you can see I’m a sucker for brown eyes and a beautiful smile” Mike said a bit sheepishly and they all laughed again. “I’m a tattoo artist. My shop is just off the strip” “Winner of the South West Region Tattoo Artist Of The Year three years running!” Jeff chimed in “How did you know that?” Mike asked Jeff gave him an amused look “Mike, I have two private detectives and seven lawyers on retainer and my Uncle is local county Sheriff. By the time I got to your shop yesterday I knew more about you than your mother does. I’m reckless but I’m not stupid” Mike just sat there looking like a poleaxed mule “Close your mouth Babe” Jeff said “I told you I feel sorry for you” Robert followed Mike cleared his throat and continued the conversation lasting for a couple hours as he got to know more about his husband and his brother then Robert said “You have that photo shoot for your movie in 2 hours” Jeff sighed “I’ll go get dressed” he said rising “You want to come?” he asked looking at Mike Actually I have a one pm appointment at the shop so I should go myself. Jeff gave him a quick kiss and headed to the bedroom. “He’s glowing” Robert said once Jeff was out of the room “You really make him happy” “In one day he’s become the center of my life” Mike said “Don’t worry I will never hurt him” silently adding “emotionally” in his mind. Mike got to the shop in time to tidy up and his afternoon appointment went well working on the shoulder of a very large very straight quarterback who won the superbowl a couple years back and the tattoo work had it’s usual affect on Mike. As they were exiting the shop Mike saw Jeff in the parking lot shaking hands with his landlord but quickie forgot that as Jeff spotted them and yelled “Hank!” running up and hugging the quarterback “Billy! What are you doing here?” Hank asked hugging back “Just waiting for my new husband to get off work” he said proudly taking Mike’s hand “Husband!?!?” “Uhh hu just yesterday” Jeff said holding up his hand showing off the ring “Congratulations to both of you!” Hank said warmly “I’ve known Billy since he did the halftime show he’s a great guy! Billy, call me! We will hit the town to celebrate!” Then he shook Mike’s hand and headed for his car. All Mike could do was pull Jeff to him and put an arm around hiis shoulder as he watched that firm muscle ass walk away. “What were you doing with my landlord?” Mike asked as they stepped off the elevator into the penthouse “Oh! I was buying the building your shop is in! No more rent for you Mr.” “Jeff! You shouldn’t have done that!” “Well then you probably don’t want to know that I also paid off your mortgage, your car, your credit cards and your business loan either then” Jeff said with a smirk “Wha…” Mike said “I’m your spouse and i have good lawyers who work fast” Jeff said “Jeff!” Mike yelled “you need to talk to me about things like that first” Jeff’s eyes went wide and innocent “Have I been a bad boy?” he asked Mike had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the look on Jeff’s face finally managing to growl “Yes you have. Come with me.” leading him into the living room, taking a paddle from his suitcase and sitting in a chair “Get those pants off and kneel” Mike ordered watching as Jeff obeyed then bending the younger man over his knees tapping that firm round ass with the paddle a couple times before giving it a hard swat hearing a sharp inhalation from Jeff “You will discuss important matters like this with me BEFORE you do them from now on. Do you understand me Boy?” Mike growled adding another harder swat “Yes Sir!” Jeff said “I didn’t hear you Boy” adding two hard swats “Yes Sir!” Jeff yelled Mike added three more hard swats before pushing the Boy off his lap and over the same ottoman. Not bothering to speak Mike dropped his pants got on his knees and pushed deep into Jeff’s waiting hole and knowing tenderness would be wasted proceed to pound that 19 year old hole within an inch of it’s life injecting two hot loads of virus and cum before carrying his husband to the bed and fucking him a third time on his back collapsing on top of the smaller man as he came and falling asleep still inside of him.

honestly, I can't even believe it myself, it's so liberating being able to explore my desires and kinks, and the best part is that my partner and I are pushing our boundaries together and encouraging each other to try new ways to push our boundaries.

Untold Adventures Volume # 4 Hank and Buzz help out *************************************************************************** Hank and Buzz sat in a secluded booth enjoying a great steak dinner. They had come with Jeff, John and their Master Mike, to visit “The cousins”. Mike’s cousin Zeke in an off twist of fate was engaged to be married to Jeff’s cousin Tommy and they were all staying up at the Barrows Estate. Mike had given them permission to come down into town for some private time together. (See “Zeke’s Tales” my other story for more nasty details on that visit) To look at Hank and Buzz you would never guess that they let another man control most of their lives. They were big men both over 6 foot tall and had the toned bodies of professional athletes. Not a surprise since Buzz was the star quarterback of the current 4 years running Super Championship winning team and Hank who had been the quarterback for the first two of those championship wins. was now the team’s Offensive Coordinator. Every night either in person or on the phone they spoke to Mike, told him about their day and any things coming up that Mike would need to decide for them. They had to ask permission for things like non business related trips, any non team related endorsements they did, new hair styles etc, Mike owned them and they did NOT piss him off. Hank and Buzz would not have it any other way. They both lived for Mike’s approval. As they sat sipping their drinks after dinner they listened to the conversation in the next booth with amused interest. It seemed good natured but the two were at an impasse they did not seem to be able to get past. “I love holding you and all the kisses and cuddles we do Alan , I love blowing you and you give a pretty mean blowjob yourself. I’m ready to move things further. I want to be in you and I know you want to be in me but I just can’t see myself getting fucked” said one voice “Me either” the other voice said “I have never bottomed and as much as I care about you Dale, I just don’t think I can do it but if we want to move forward and enjoy each other fully someone is going to have to bottom. We both love fucking to much to be satisfied with blowjobs forever. I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you but…”” “I know I never want to give you up” Dale said “One of us is going to have to give it up or at least go first” Silence The impasse had the feel of one that had been discussed many times to this point and they just could not get beyond it, Hank and Buzz shared am amused glance thinking of how they had watched Mike and Zeke circle each other in the exact same way for the last few days, Mike and Zeke had other outlets though. It sounded like these two were too new and too in love to consider that, Besides every relationship had to have some give and take. “You think we should help them out?: Buzz whispered “Mike would be proud if we managed to gift them both and they do seem to need outside intervention” Hank nodded. It was a standing order from Mike. Gift everyone you can Scooting out of their booth the moved to confront the two stubborn lovers “We couldn’t help overhearing your conversation, Maybe we can help you resolve the issue” Buzz said with that cocky smile of his Alan and Dale looked up identical irritated looks morphing into identical shocked looks morphing into identical looks of fanboy hero worship “Oh my God! You’re…” Alan and Dale said in concert “Yeah we are” Hank said with his own sexy smile. With the possible exception of Mike and Jeff, Hank and Buzz were the most famous married gay couple in the world, Being out and openly gay in pro sports was almost unheard of. The current top quarterback married to the former top quarterback who also happened to be his boss made Hank and Buzz both very visible and at the same time oddly unassailable. You try to get people to turn on their sports heroes on a 4 year championship role and see how it goes over “Here’s how we are going to fix your problem” Buzz said blatantly rubbing the bulge in his pants “Neither one of you wants to be the first to bottom so Hank and I are going to breed you both and teach you that bottoming is nothing to be ashamed of. Once you have both bottomed for us bottoming for the man you love shouldn't be no problem” “The payment you will give us for fixing your problem is that you will allow us to deliberately infect you with HIV which we both have and love spreading’ Hank said also gripping his smaller but still girthy bulge “Or one of yu can give it up to the other and fix it yourself” Dale and Alan looked at each other with loving eyes and stubborn jaws. “I didn’t think so” Hank said amused Hank and Buzz had used similar strategies many times. Gifting hero worshiping fans before they really thought about it. You always told them upfront what the price was to be with their heroes in bed so after the fact there was no recriminations. It had always worked for them and they had even nabbed several totally straight men that way leaving them with sore asses filled with virus invading their bloodstream “Where should we go?” Hank said assuming success and he smiled as Dale said “Our place is about a block from here” Hank paid for all of their dinners and left a very generous tip as they filed out Alan and Dale leading the way as Hank and Buzz followed admiring the asses they were about to poz Once inside and in the bedroom Buzz pulled off his shirt his blonde chest hair standing out against his olive skin “Ok, both of you strip and lay on your stomachs with your legs spread” “I’m not sure about this…” Alan said, a little fear in his silver-gray eyes “Do it! Now!” Hank said in his best “Mike” voice Dale and Alan looked at each other then nodded and began to strip “So you understand” Buzz said “You are both about to be fucked. We are both HIV positive and toxic. We will not pull out and we want to infect you. There is no undoing this. Do you understand?” The two on the bed nodded and Buzz mounted Dale who reminded him of their host up at the estate Tommy and even a little of Jeff and seemed to be the sturdier of their intended victims as Hank mounted the slimmer Alan Alan and Dale shivered as they felt their ass cracks probed by those jock cocks and then grunted in pain as they felt for the first time another mans shaft being pushed into their hole For the first round Alan was the luckier one. Hank and Buzz were about the same thickness but Buzz had at least 3 inches more than Hank to stuff in but stuff it in he did, They shared the philosophy of “The sooner it’s all the way in the sooner it stops hurting” which they had both learned while taking Mike’s 12 inch monster for the first time though Mike’s cock never completely stopped hurting any hole it was in Both quarterbacks held still as the men below them writhed and swore, Dale even trying to crawl out from under Buzz, then when the squirming stopped began slowly thrusting Buzz making sure to rub his 8 inches along Dale’s spot and receiving the little gasps and moans of pleasure that usually caused Hank didn’t even have to try. Earlier in life he had been embarrassed by his shorter cock that was until he started fucking men. For most men Hank’s beer can thick cock pounded directly into their prostate with every stroke, Alan was not giving little gasps and moans, he pushed his ass back with a look of incredulous pleasure on his face groaning “Fuck me, Oh god that feels so good. Fuck me harder!” Hank and Buzz nodded at each other and picked up the pace, their balls tightening then pumping virus and cum into both neg men as they came deep inside those battered abused holes “It looks like you enjoy bottoming more” Dale said with a little smirk though they had both cum without touching themselves Then Hank and Buzz swapped places flipping the two new converts to versatility onto their backs and ramming their poz cocks up the newly seeded holes and Hank’s prostate pounder worked it’s magic again as Dale’s eyes almost rolled back into his head as he begged to be bred like a little slut During the rest of their stay Hank and Buzz bred their new friends a couple more times to be sure they were good and knocked up and once even let the two top them. Fair is fair after all They were right, Mike was proud of them and the reaction from Jeff and Tommy was golden. ******************************************* Yet another Untold Adventure for the family ! 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I apologize for the long wait. The process of moving from Georgia to Texas has been long and intense. I began it all in August of 2023. It was five months of house repairs and selling the house I owned in Georgia - two months of repairs, three months waiting for a purchaser. Then three months of looking for a house to buy in Texas, moving, and more house repairs on the house we bought. For three months of that we were essentially homeless, staying with friends and family during the painful waiting for contracts to be signed, money to hit the bank, and keys to exchange hands. I never want to move again. To catch you up on the story so far - The Bravos have just completed Airborne Jump School and earned their wings. After being allowed to relax on a four day pass, they were taken to a secretive compound for selective training. They have not been told the purpose of this training, but that’s nothing new for the Bravos. Grunts aren’t told why. Still, after a closed meeting with Bootlicker the squad leaders have begun putting it together and now know they have been lab rats in an experimental program thought up by the Pentagon and Marine Major Collins to determine the effects on a unit when homosexuals are permitted to serve in the military. The squad leaders decide not to tell the other Bravos, and each of them is keeping their own secrets about which Bravos might be gay. Assmunch, their Platoon leader is nowhere to be found. After an unsuccessful battle drill, the Bravos have been divided up among the men of the compound to undergo individual instruction. The organization running the compound also has no idea who the Bravos are, or why Major Collins has brought the young Privates here for what is usually reserved for specialized mission training of special units. But the money the Pentagon is paying is too good to pass up. Ulster McGregor, the leader has decided the Bravos have to know what they’re involved in, and implements a plan of psychological manipulation that will run in tandem with the training. Each Bravo is subtly questioned for intel. Except for Assmunch. His questioning has not been subtle. He has been isolated, beaten, and subjected to various methods of interrogation and low level torture. And when his resistance proves to exhaust his captor’s patience, they move to level 2 enhanced methods which result in his tormentor sexually assaulting him. It has only been 24 hours since they boarded the transports that brought them here. 24 hours without any sleep except the all too brief wait-naps they’ve learned to take whenever they could. SLEEPER “Montelongo, you’re with me.” The man said walking up to him. “Break down your kit and prep it for storage. We’ll be on a week and a half mission, so load out accordingly. Constant movement, rough terrain.” “Yes, sir.” Sleeper said, moving immediately to pull his items from his individual tent so he could pull it down. “I’m not your sir, or anyone’s sir. But, you bring up a good point. Address. Hmmm”. Ivan Brickmann pursed his lips and put a hand to his chin. Then he smiled in a friendly, relaxed way. “Call me Ivan. What’s your name?” Sleeper smiled back, it just felt right. Ivan seemed like a good guy. “My brothers call me Sleeper, but I guess just call me Addison, that’s my first name. Of course, you can call me Montelongo, I’m used to that too.” The man waved away the offer. “Nah. I’ll go with Addison. I like that name. Where’s it from?” Sleeper was making quick work of the ground pins, tie downs, paracord and thin tent fabric while they talked, pushing them into his ruck once they were reduced down to their minimal and most compact size. Breakdown should only take 30 to 45 seconds. Pins and paracord wrapped, tent flattened and edges folded inward to make a 16 inch strip onto which the wrapped paracord bundle was placed before rolling it into a tight cylinder of fabric. “I’m not sure. It’s a family name from my mother’s side. I only know my dad’s side.” Ivan nodded. “I don’t know where Ivan came from. I guess it was just a name my father liked.” Sleeper smiled. “Ivan’s a bitchin’ name. It sound tough.” The man shrugged with a grin. “I guess it does. Addison sounds fancy.” That made Sleeper laugh. “Nothing fancy about me. You want fancy, go talk to AF.” He said, point off into the slowly lightening camp toward one of the other soldiers. “What’s AF stand for?” Ivan asked conversationally. Sleeper was almost done getting everything stowed in his ruck. “Abercrombie and Fitch. Dude should have been a model for Calvin Klein, Hilfiger, Jordache Jeans, any of those fancy clothes. I’m handsome as fuck, but that guy is fucking pretty. Almost perfect. He’s got fucking dimples AND a cleft chin, a jaw like a boulder, and the rest of him just seems to fit together. He’s like some fucking All American Poster Boy for Freedom, Democracy, and everything Liberty and Justice for All.” That made Ivan laugh, a rich, loud and completely unrestrained bark. “I have to see this guy.” “I’ll take you past him. He loves to be seen.” Sleeper was shoving the rest of his gear into his ruck. There’s wasn’t much. If you were housed in a Temper you could spread yourself out a bit, some guys made a fucking mess of their square, but you knew you were going to be there for a while. It was called semi-permanent for a reason. But a temporary encampment in your individual tent meant you could be moving out fast, so you didn’t take anything out of your ruck that you didn’t need, and if you did, you put it back when you were done. No one wanted to be last man if you had to move out. “Don’t let Sleeper fool you.” Demon called from one of the closest tents, climbing out with his grooming kit. 38 degrees out this morning, and Demon was heading to the showers completely naked, with just his boots on his feet, carrying his towel and grooming kit in his left hand. “Sleeper loves to be seen too. It’s funny sometimes watching those two try to out-pretty each other.” “Fuck you Demon.” Sleeper threw him the bird. “Hey, I had no problem getting laid last weekend while you were on a romantic getaway with Zeus.” Demon smirked. “The ladies love me.” Sleeper snorted. “Yeah, I heard about that. She wasn’t a prize, dude.” Demon gave a high pitched yipping with a squeaky voice, and the sound was repeated across the camp by most of the other Bravos. “What’s that about?” Ivan asked. “Nothing.” Sleeper replied, but was interrupted by Demon who stopped a few steps away. “That’s the sound a fox makes. Sleeper wants his call sign to be Bravo Fox, because he thinks he’s foxy.” Sleeper scowled at his naked brother. “Foxy is for girls. I’m a fox, get it right.” Demon laughed and continued. “No, you’re foxy. If Zeus is your boyfriend, you’re the girl. I don’t make the rules, buddy.” Ivan felt the embarrassment flowing off of Montelongo in waves. Interesting. A little truth in the joke which was well accepted by the others in the Platoon, Ivan thought. “And I can’t do anything about how ugly you are.” Sleeper shot back. Demon ran his free hand down his lean and defined chest, his pecs flat unlike Sleeper’s. “I’m a tightly wound demolition spring. I’m made to be an effective working tool, not just a pretty trophy the boss parades around.” “I fucking hate you, Demon.” Sleeper grunted, pulling his ruck onto his back. “Can we go?” He said to Ivan. “Sure, come on.” Ivan replied. That little interaction provided a wealth of information on who Addison Montelongo was. Underneath the embarrassment was a distinct sense of satisfaction in the kid, some pride, and in spite of the voiced argument a comfortable happiness. He didn’t bite back with any meanness or low blows. There was no disagreement about the guy named Zeus being his boyfriend, or the getaway being termed ‘romantic’. Addison was fine with being portrayed as all flash and no substance. He liked the way this Demon made digs at him. He liked the digs themselves. “Who’s Zeus?” Ivan asked, walking towards the compound. He wasn’t surprised that Demon came with them, he was heading to the showers so they were both going to the same place. Another clue. It wasn’t Addison that answered him. He was fine with allowing Demon to explain. A quick check revealed Addison had a calm, unconcerned look on his face. Either he was very good at hiding his emotions, or nothing about the question bothered him. “Zeus? You can’t miss him. He’s our big guy. He’s way out of Sleeper’s league in the body department. Face wise? Eh, I’ll give Sleeper the edge. Zeus is handsome, but not on Sleeper or AF’s level. But with Zeus, it’s an overall thing. You have to be around him. Zeus is a feeling, a presence. I’ve never met anyone like him. And he sure loves Sleeper here. Stuck to him like glue.” Demon expounded. “He doesn’t say much. Hardly speaks at all. Keeps to himself. Top marks in qualifications. Screw taking a look at AF, it’s Zeus you really want to lay eyes on.” Ivan almost shook his head. That was a lot. Hero worship? Jealousy? Hmmm, interesting. “Is Demon right?” He asked Addison. “Zeus is…” Addison paused. “Zeus just IS. Demon’s right.” There was a raw, vulnerable honesty in those few words. Admiration. Love. Resignation. Pain. Hope. It was almost too much to unpack. “Any one of us would crawl across broken glass just to eat the undigested corn out of his shit.” There it was, that deflection. The mirage of crudeness covering some truth of Addison’s being. Sleeper was a costume. Bravo Fox was how he wanted his Platoon to see him, how he wanted to appear to his superiors. Ivan intuitively felt there was a depth and cleverness to Addison he didn’t want anyone to see. The ability to disguise yourself so perfectly was not something that an average grunt could ever be capable of. Even more, Addison liked this persona he’d created. He liked being treated as a pretty goof, no threat to anyone and not competent enough to be depended upon. Only someone who was far more than average would accept with such equanimity being treated as just a pretty face. The kid had absolutely no Ego. The million dollar question was whether Addison Montelongo was some empty dilettante or had levels of competence and capability that he was trying so hard to hide. Ivan was well acquainted with operators whose job required them to remain hidden among the masses, projecting an image that was unremarkable and average in every way. Someone like Montelongo could easily put his looks to use with charisma and charm. AF sounded like exactly that sort. However, Montelongo didn’t leverage his advantages at all. He didn’t want to be important. He didn’t want to be noticed at all except to be dismissed as something pretty. Ivan had a path forward now. He knew who he had to be to get past Addison’s facade. Someone safe, someone the kid could entrust with his personal baggage. A teacher, kind and strong. Supportive both emotionally and intellectually. With a stress on just how little time they had together before they’d never see each other again. Someone with no connection to the military. ************************** “What’s your Grid Azimuth?” Ivan asked. Addison was kneeling with the map on one knee. “93 degrees” “And your GM?” “Uh…” Addison paused while he scanned the perimeter of the map that Ivan had provided before they left. “14 degrees West” Ivan nodded, Addison’s math was fast. “Good. So…” he led out. “Magnetic Azimuth is 107 degrees.” Ivan pressed a hand to Addison’s shoulder and brought himself down to a squat beside the kid. He leaned in close. Touch and proximity were what Ivan called Trust Tools. “Okay. Now plot it out, and make your notes on the overlay and your field book.” The kid used his protractor to make various marks on the overlay in quick fashion. The pace at which he did his work impressed Ivan. “38 klicks straight line. You said we have a two day target?” Addison asked him. “That’s right.” Ivan answered, watching Addison’s pencil moving over the topography of the Medium Scale Joint Operations Group Ground map for possible routes. The part that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up was that he hadn’t indicated the location of the compound on the map. It should have been Montelongo’s first question. Had Collins briefed them on the location they’d be dropped off at? Other actions taken by the kid were also out of the norm. He hadn’t made a scale strip for distance calculation, simply used the flat side of his protractor as a gauge. That sort of shortcut eventually became ingrained but at the early stage these kids were at in their training he shouldn’t be there yet. Maybe the kid had a mind for math. The kid looked at him. “The terrain is going to make that tough.” “Explain.” Ivan said. “The valleys are where we can make good time, and the stretch between this range, Dirtseller Mountain, and our target isn’t difficult. Cultivated or developed land, some roads. But getting across this range…”. Ordinarily a straight march could cover about 13 km per day, more if not loaded down. And if they marched into the night 19 was doable. But the change in elevation, both increase and decrease in many areas would slow them down. Finding water, securing a camp, stopping to check the route, landmarks, reorientation, finding an alternate route around obstacles, all were time eating. The size of your group mattered as well. Larger groups moved slower. “Is your origin correct?” Ivan asked, knowing it was but curious to discover if it was a guess or if Montelongo knew for certain. Montelongo glanced at him with two eyebrows raised. “Yes. Well, within 4 miles, give or take.” Ivan tilted his head and squinted his eyes. “Bootlicker figured it out when we were dropped off. We left Benning, drove almost straight up here for a certain amount of time at a certain speed. The last leg was uphill almost continuously. He put it all together. Once I had this map, I knew exactly where we were or where we had to be to meet all the criteria. Running around the woods for the last couple days filled in the gaps.” Addison explained. “We can only be right here.” Ivan nodded. “I’m impressed. You think three dimensionally.” Addison shrugged. “Like I said, Bootlicker figured it out.” “No. You’ve got a map in your head.” Ivan said with a wry grin. “Okay genius, show me our route.” It was one thing to pinpoint your location when you had a visual of the horizon. But in heavily wooded areas the subtle changes in elevation, existence of waterways and roads, manmade landmarks - none of those were apparent and you had to place what you came across on a map in your head. Few could do it without years of experience and practice. He doubted many in the kid’s Platoon could pinpoint their origin so accurately even with this Bootlicker’s knowledge. Montelongo spent the next five minutes marking the overlay. The route wasn’t perfect, of course. It did, however, hit the most important locations, especially the one Ivan chose for their actual mission - the National Guard Resource Depot. The map didn’t indicate the Resource Depot’s existence so Montelongo couldn’t know it was there. But they wouldn’t be going anywhere near Dirtseller Mountain or what he told the kid their target was. *********************** “We’re going to break into a Federal facility?” Sleeper wanted to add ‘what the FUCK?’ To that but didn’t. They were on their stomachs looking at the same kind of chain link fence that surrounded every government facility on U.S. soil, complete with metal white signs that had the words ‘AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY’ in big red letters. But that wasn’t the sign that worried him. The sign that worried him was the one that warned intruders would be prosecuted for a felony under Federal Statute U.S.C. Your Life is Over, Section: Go Directly to Jail, Paragraph: How Stupid Are You, Subsection: Your Mugshot. “Yes. No.” Ivan’s casual reply didn’t indicate a concern at ANY level. “They’ve got some good shit in there. It’s sort of a gray area. It’s technically federal, or maybe a better way to put it is ultimately federal, but all of it belongs to the State, not the Fed, or the military after it’s been purchased. Now, the stuff on loan from the military… eh?” Ivan held up a hand and lifted it then lowered it again. Sleeper pounded his forehead on the dirt. “We can’t steal anything from there!” He said into the soil. They’d made good time, reaching their current location in just 30 hours. The terrain hadn’t been a problem at all, it was the constant need to avoid being seen that created the most difficulty. Winter got rid of the difficult underbrush and visibility issues that traveling through woodlands entailed. He felt Ivan shift without looking at him. “Why not? We’re doing them a favor. That equipment is probably older than dirt. National Guard always gets the hand-me-downs from the military. It only gets used on their training weekends, their funding is dismal because it’s not a high profile political must-have. Hell, the Reserves get better treatment, and they’re bottom feeders. So, we take a few things and they requisition newer replacements. Besides, if you don’t think all sorts of equipment walks away from this facility every single weekend, you’re delusional. We don’t have a big shopping list. We’ll be in and out in less than an hour.” Sleeper looked at Ivan. “Is that what you guys do? Steal all your shit?” Ivan shrugged. “You need to lower your moral superiority, soldier. If you want to feed your outrage properly, you should think about how your government has a thousand depots like this or bigger, jammed with dusty gear, equipment, materials, munitions, weaponry, vehicles, fuel and everything else that sits around unused for years until some natural disaster pops up and the Governor sends in the National Guard. And then, because they get literal pennies in funding, half of this stuff doesn’t work when they go to use it, the personnel have forgotten 80% of their training meaning they CAN’T use half of the stuff that DOES work. Their limited time with the Guard away from their regular lives doesn’t give them the opportunity to maintain all of it anyway. So what if we pull a pair of shoes out of a dumpster?” Sleeper blinked in surprise rapidly. “Did— Did you just call the National Guard a fuckin dumpster?” Ivan frowned. “No.” “Yes you did. Fuck, dude.” Ivan shook his head and shrugged again. “The National Guard isn’t a dumpster. I don’t know how you got that idea. The National Guard are the Homeless in this analogy, the ones that dig through the dumpsters, like this depot, trying to find something useful that might actually work for them. The State of Georgia is like a church, or maybe a shelter that gets ‘donations’ or uses charity money to buy blankets or clothes for the homeless. But they aren’t buying the quality stuff, just discarded used equipment or goods. Think of it as an ecosystem, a life cycle type thing.” Sleeper’s mouth hung open while he stared at Ivan. “Oh. Well, that’s so much better. It hardly sounds insulting at all when you put it that way.” He muttered sarcastically. “Exactly.” Ivan confirmed, confident that he fixed the issue and that Montelongo understood. ‘These guys are some shady motherfuckers.’ Sleeper thought to himself. Criminals, by Ivan’s own admission. “Now, your mission is to get us inside. Get to it.” Ivan ordered. Sleeper took a deep breath. He could refuse. End it here. None of this was duty related so there was no order to disobey. But Sleeper was no fool, he knew these were skills that would be useful. He couldn’t ignore the desire to test himself and he was curious to validate Ivan’s insulting view of these Depots and the equipment inside. He felt a moment of disorientation as his thoughts congealed around the concepts of duty, orders, desire, curiosity, skills, intelligence gathering and ultimately being given a choice between moral actions vs. necessity. Why? What was really bothering him? If he’d been given this task in field training, there would be no conflict. Orders, that was the difference that mattered. With orders, he didn’t have to think. He didn’t have to choose. Orders protected you. The mission protected you from individual repercussions. There was a line, sure, that no soldier should cross - avoid civilian casualties, avoid actions that would result in the death of friendlies. Breaking into a secure facility wasn’t that high up on the list of objectionable actions. Truthfully, even without a mission, or orders, whether on duty or off, it barely lifted the offense needle. He’d get chewed out at worst. And that was what spun his brain around. There shouldn’t be a difference, right? Wrong was wrong. Illegal was illegal. Except it wasn’t. He realized then that the Army expected a certain amount of fucking up, of bad choices made by idiot grunts like him. Now, if he broke into a nuclear facility, or a facility with Top Secret contents, oh he’d pay for that. But this? It was the equivalent of taking your mom’s car for a joy-ride. The State of Georgia would be mad, but what could they do? The Army wouldn’t care. And that assumed either of them would even find out. Or that any of it would point back to him. And going down that road, Ivan referred to it as a ‘shopping trip’ which meant this wasn’t the first depot his buddies had hit, which meant the State of Georgia knew equipment walked away from these facilities exactly as Ivan had said. And yet, they refused to protect them with anything more than a chain link fence and a couple of signs. As if losing a certain amount of equipment was acceptable. And wasn’t this what he was being trained for, or at least part of it? Infiltration was taught in one of their modules back in Germany, how to gain access. With one glaring omission - they didn’t teach anything about when NOT to infiltrate. Sleeper snorted. Now if that wasn’t a clear message, he didn’t know what was. The Army had to know that. Too many brains created those training modules to leave out something that important, unless they didn’t want the grunts to even entertain the thought of failure. Overcome or subvert defenses, avoid them if you could, eyes on the mission, the goal. Barriers were nothing but an element to bypass however you could. Lies, deception, brute force, sneaking, press a weakness, all options should be considered. Incapacitate or kill defenders if the mission were important enough. Blow shit up if you had to, if stealth wasn’t a necessity. Sometimes, just wrecking a piece of infrastructure was the goal. Set a fire. Flood the place with broken water pipes. Cut the power, disrupt communications, sow chaos. At other times, retrieval was the mission and destruction was a waste of time. It required a fast entry and exit with minimal enemy interaction. Leaving bodies or rubble behind was undesirable for many reasons. Occasionally, the mission had a caveat that you had to leave the enemy unaware that you were ever there. That was Bootlicker territory right there. Simply put, this type of thing was exactly what he was trained for, it fell squarely into the skill set expected of him. Plus…fuck, it would be exciting and fun. “Well, fuck it, let’s go fuckin’ shopping.” Sleeper said to Ivan, climbing to his feet, his former moral superiority sufficiently lowered by his surprisingly easy rationalization. It did make him briefly wonder how solid his morality could be if it was swayed that easily. He concluded it was solid where it needed to be, flexible when required and he could be proud that a logical evaluation of the particular situation left him certain of how to act moving forward. As they walked the perimeter to the front gate of the depot, he asked Ivan, “Was that part of this? Testing if I would hesitate to do something illegal?” Ivan chuckled. “Illegal. Hmmmm. Be glad it wasn’t a test, because asking that question right there? That’s a fail.” He gave Ivan a look of confusion. “That whole legal-illegal perception is useless. It doesn’t matter. What’s legal only matters if the people who made the law can enforce it. Here? Now? Later?” Ivan laughed. “If we do our job right, we remove their ability to enforce anything. Do you understand?” After his thinking through it moments ago, Sleeper realized he did understand. “Yeah, I get it. Or at least I think I do. It’s only illegal because they said it was, and they could do way, way WAY more to protect this stuff if they really thought it was important. They really don’t care, do they? It’s kinda ridiculous, when you think about it. It’s a mind fuck. We..” Sleeper pointed to Ivan then himself, “are supposed to believe it’s incredibly important, because of the fence, the signs, the promises of consequences. But obviously they don’t think it’s important at all. If they did, there’d be security, personnel stationed here as guards. The fence would be electrified, maybe surveillance cameras. Definitely not a chain link fence with a stupid six foot high double gate locked with a chain so loose we’re both going to squeeze through the gap. If they don’t think it’s important to secure this facility, it means they don’t consider the contents to be important either. So there’s no reason we should think it’s all that important ourselves.” Ivan nodded. “And…?” He prompted. Sleeper considered. “And I guess if they can spell out all the consequences for violators, they probably should have thought of what consequences were there for them if they didn’t protect this stuff like they should.” Ivan gave Sleeper a huge congratulatory smile. A weird thought went through Sleeper’s head… that was exactly the way Assmunch smiled when he found something that really pleased him. And speaking of Assmunch, Sleeper didn’t think he’d have had near as much trouble working his way through this business. Assmunch would have wanted to break into the depot and rummage through the Quonset Huts, the open air motor pool, the armory built into an earthen mound. He’d do it just to say he could, just to figure out what was required, what needed to happen to get in. For that matter, so would Demon, Wanker, Bootlicker and about half the Bravos. Definitely not Zeus, though. No breaking the rules for Zeus. “Talk me through it.” Ivan said as they inspected the gate. Sleeper shrugged. “Pretty easy. The loose chain coupled with the flexibility of the metal of the gate means we can make a gap and get through. No need to cut anything. No security measures out here on the perimeter. There wouldn’t be any motion sensors on a gate, and even the fence line doesn’t have the indicators a disturbance track would need. We’re good for entry.” He pulled one of the gates from the bottom and a shockingly large space opened that allowed Ivan to scoot through. Ivan did the same for him while Sleeper crawled through. “That looks like the Operations Command office there.” Sleeper said, pointing to one centrally located Quonset Hut. “Let’s hit that one first.” Ivan motioned with his hand for Sleeper to take the lead. ***************************** They didn’t find anything interesting in the Operations Command. Paperwork, personnel files, a couple computers. It was set up like a large office, fifty feet long and thirty feet wide. It also had an area set up like a day room at a barracks, with couches and chairs, a kitchen, a TV, a few tables. It wasn’t a Mess, that was probably in one of the other buildings. No, this was for downtime, meetings, recreation. Ivan let Sleeper look at anything he wanted, even a safe in what he assumed was the Commander’s office. “Don’t bother.” Ivan said. “There won’t be anything useful in there.” Sleeper felt relief. Sure, snooping around the facility was borderline okay, but a small safe in a commander’s office felt too personal. This was a National Guard Depot, not some high level Defense Department facility. There would be nothing valuable in the safe, no secrets, money or equipment. It was something that was purely for the Commander’s personal use while on duty. However… “It might have access materials. You know, keys to the other buildings, the motor pool, maybe computer login information.” Sleeper offered. “We don’t need keys to the buildings, do we?” Ivan grinned. “And motor pools are notorious for lazy security. You have a lot to learn about how your government views equipment bought with taxpayer dollars. Keep your eyes open, I think this should be a good wake up call.” “Well what about information then? We could get into the computer system.” Sleeper offered. “I should let you do it just to educate you, but you have someone in your unit I’m sure who could tell you everything you might find. Ask him. We won’t waste our time with it here. Speaking of which,” Ivan continued. “What kind of unit are you? The way you handled the Battle Drill exercise wasn’t straight by the book Infantry.” Sleeper shrugged, hoping it came off as genuine. Keep it casual. He sure as hell wasn’t going to let this guy know Bootlicker’s intel. “Oh, we’re Infantry, for sure. Just getting used to having some new guys who switched from other MOS’s. Still haven’t worked out all the kinks.” “Kinks? Didn’t seem like there were any kinks to me.” Ivan pushed. Sleeper gave Ivan his best ‘bullshit’ look. “I’d call me getting knocked the fuck out right out of the gate a pretty obvious kink. Dumb move on my part. Left my guys, and my unit without a commander.” Ivan tilted his head. “Do you think that’s why you didn’t complete the mission?” Sleeper shrugged again. “Probably not. The Bravos knew what to do, didn’t need me calling the shots after engagement.” “That would indicate either a well structured plan, or well trained personnel.” Ivan offered. “Neither of which mattered in the end, right?” Sleeper laughed while rearranging the items and paperwork in the commander’s office back where it all was before they’d gone through it. “Still couldn’t accomplish the mission.” “You think you made a mistake?” Ivan asked, watching Sleeper’s actions closely. Sleeper paused. He’d thought about. Sure, he felt bad, like he’d let his brothers down. Could he have made a difference? Was there something he missed that he could have corrected during the raid? “Sarge says doubts are part of the job, and that a leader without doubts gets his men killed twice as fast. Yeah, I made mistakes. Going in with my men wasn’t one of them.” Ivan nodded. Sleeper couldn’t tell if he agreed or if he was just acknowledging the statement. “What was the weakness in your plan, then?” Sleeper resisted the urge to sigh. “What I WANT to say is that we were down our best strategist, and our best scouts and sneaks. Those three could have made a difference.” He shook his head. “But really, the worst mistake was we… no I, it was me… treated it like it was just another drill with nothing on the line. If this had been a real-world mission, half the Bravos would be dead. I rushed it, told them to push as fast as they could and that speed would be the deciding factor because the enemy wouldn’t be able to re-position fast enough to stop at least one squad from reaching the goal. I played a game of sacrifice.” “There was no time limit for the exercise.” Ivan pointed out. Sleeper looked Ivan in the eye. “And no directive to accomplish the mission at all costs. With something more surgical I could have kept my men alive, and given us a better shot at reaching the goal.” Ivan raised his hands again to mime balancing out the scales. “And yet, too cautious and the mission fails anyway.” Sleeper sat on the Commander’s desk and crossed his arms. “How would you have done it?” “Me?” Ivan smiled. “Oh, I would’ve started fucking with the enemy the minute I got the orders. I would’ve sent a team in while they were still planning and thinking they had all the time in the world before the attack. I would’ve taken advantage of the fact they believed you would play by the rules.” Sleeper froze, stunned. “We’re not allowed to do that.” “Who told you that?” Sleeper couldn’t reply, it felt like his brain was short-circuiting. “Who was in command?” Ivan asked. “Did you have an officer or superior?” “No.” Sleeper said quietly as his arms fell down to rest his palms on the desk. “You, Addison. You were the one who was given the power and authority to decide how the operation proceeded, at least for your team. Every decision you make branches off from -“ “- how you define the mission and the engagement.” Sleeper finished. “Fuck me.” Ivan raised his eyebrows. “It was expected. I’ll give you a cheat, because, well, I don’t believe in rules. And I don’t believe in limitations when the lives of my men hang in the balance. Here’s the thing, whatever you were before, your team, you weren’t sent here because you are some nameless platoon of average grunts. So stop thinking like average grunts. Stop thinking that you can’t wipe your ass without a sergeant ordering you. Stop thinking that the book you were given in Basic is all they’ll let you do. Push the limits. Go outside the limitations they set. If it’s not said or ordered specifically just assume they omitted it deliberately and have allowed for you to use that omission to further your goals. Find a way, ANY way, to get the job done and keep your men alive. Results matter. Begging for forgiveness is a whole lot easier when your men are alive and you achieved your objective. You might get chewed out, but it’ll just be for show. And you’ll learn there are orders you can disobey without repercussions as long as you perform above expectations. There are superiors who look the other way, who only care about results. Be careful not to get yourself court-martialed, but shy of an actual crime with identifiable damage, no chain of command is going to go through the trouble of a court martial. Understand?” Sleeper nodded. Ivan clapped his hands, startling Sleeper. “Oh, and don’t fuckin’ get caught and you won’t have to worry about any of the other stuff.” ************************************************ ASSMUNCH It didn’t feel like I slept long but my mind snapped awake and refused to drift. Yeah, I was sore and bruised everywhere which didn’t help. A quick assessment, almost automatic by now, categorized the physical trauma to my body. Which was a mistake because it forced me to review how it happened. Which meant confronting that. I mentally slid away the second it touched my conscious mind. Nope. Not helpful. Nope nope nope. My shoulders ached, no doubt from being strung up and hanging from my wrists for an extended period. Surprisingly, my wrists were fine, just a little raw from the rope. My ribs hurt the worst, and second place went to my abdomen. My lower back area, especially around my kidneys gave me stabbing pains each time I moved. I flexed and stretched to figure out how extensive the damage might be. Not awful, nothing a little more stretching and rest wouldn’t take care of. It wasn’t even as bad as that time I’d slipped on the balancing logs while running the obstacle course and hit my side on the way down. I fucking rag-dolled into the mud like the snot sliming down your jaw after the gas chamber training. It wasn’t the first or last time my soul left my abused body in shock. My hips and groin ached, hard to say why. It was most likely from being hung just high enough that if I stood on my toes I could take a little weight off my wrists. Plus, each painful punch or kick I endured made me involuntarily seize up to ride the wave on my toes if I could. Sometimes I couldn’t make my legs work well enough to do that though. Have you ever felt a pain so sudden and immense that you can’t move or speak? Like you walk into something with your knee and there’s no room in your brain for forming words? Then your friend asks you ‘are you okay, man?’ And all you can think is ‘shut up, just shut up, I can’t talk, I can’t talk, I need to focus all my willpower on making the pain go away’? Yeah, the Ape was damn good at his job. At first, it wasn’t so bad. Not only could I deal with it, I wanted to focus on it and categorize it. A blunt fist felt heavy. A stiff finger jab was sharp and electric. Thrown elbows were special because the force was insane enough to feel like the spike went inches deep. Knee to the outer thigh? Nothing worth writing home about. Knee to the inner thigh, yeah, you felt that in your OTHER thigh too. Dense muscle seemed to restrict and localize the pain, while soft muscle spread it like a burn. Each had their benefits, but I liked the soft muscle burn the most. It was a warm pain rather than a cold electricity type. I could fall asleep with a warm or hot pain. Cold, sharp, electric pain made my brain sizzle with denied focus. Thoughts scattered, and if it was strong enough your eyes refused to see. Well, I’m sure they saw stuff, but my brain wouldn’t recognize it. Like it said ‘Nope, I’m busy, not accepting visual input at this time.’ The brain flares were seductive too, I won’t lie. I’m sure you’re probably saying ‘this dude is sick’ but hear me out on this. As near as I can figure, the brain flares were just sensory overload, a couple of seconds of absolute confusion and denial of existence. You only know they happened because for a brief moment afterwards you questioned ‘what the fuck just happened?’ Well Private Punching Bag, you got your bell rung, that’s what fucking happened. What kind of question is that? Did you lose a few brain cells? Don’t worry, you don’t need those, you’re in the Army. Brain cells are NOT standard issue and NOT mission critical, carry on. Carry on. Yeah. HOO-AH! The pleasure to be found in pain lasts only as long as your body can pump out whatever chemical it uses as a defense. Once you’ve milked that organ dry the pain becomes an irritant to your consciousness. And that’s the point at which your only option is to ignore it. What I mean is you have to think away from it. During the pleasure period, focusing on the pain is rewarding. After that period ends there’s no reward in it. I’ve had this trick I do ever since I was 13 years old. I call it the Push It Away. What? Not the world-shattering descriptive term you expected from me? I was 13 when I had to name it so cut me a little slack and maybe go fuck yourself while you’re at it. You can think about how you like to judge children as you attempt to fit your big opinion of yourself up your … Now I’m getting off track, see what you did? Verbal brilliance was never in the top 10 of my best qualities. I do know how to say ‘fuck you’ in five languages. That ought to be worth something, right? So anyway, the Push It Away works like this: You take the pain, shrink it down to a manageable size in the area affected and imagine pushing it out of your body. It takes some effort, and yes it’s all in your mind, but that’s the ‘trick’ part of it. It tricks your brain into focusing on something other than the pain, you’ve given your brain a conscious task rather than instinct. Your brain wants to pay attention to the pain because that’s important for survival. Fighting that instinct isn’t easy. Once the trauma initiates the pain though, it’s heightened afterwards because your muscles seize and tense, you hold your breath, and your brain is trying to catalogue the injury, take an assessment of damage. That makes it remember the trauma. You can’t let it do that, can’t let it relive the trauma. So … don’t. Think of anything else. In sports, your coach tells you to ‘walk it off’. All he’s doing is giving you a conscious task to focus on rather than the pain. It also helps you un-tense, gets you breathing normally. It allows the tension in your body to release. It takes practice, and you have to start out small but it works. There wasn’t any real pain to speak of when the Ape shoved up…. Nope. Push It Away. I made a circle with my lips and breathed a few shallow breaths. I don’t know why I couldn’t think about it. It couldn’t have been physically damaging, his dick wasn’t even that big. Nope. Push it Away. A feeling of disgust and sickness began to overwhelm me. I pushed HARD, and pushed myself right out. Thoughts began to surface. And yet, I became a clinical observer. I saw the thoughts, but it wasn’t me thinking them. The place where there was no me. And it began: Part of him knew what happened, knew what the Ape had done to him. The other part refused to care or acknowledge the rape. The part that knew wasn’t too bothered except to question what possible goal they’d meant to accomplish. Oh, he understood one aspect involved breaking him psychologically. That was a no-brainer. They’d tried isolation, tried interrogation, some weak physical trauma along with mind games. His only regret now was that he’d spent most of the time mentally trying to figure out their game rather than using the process to strengthen his focus and endurance. He regretted how frequently he’d chosen to ‘tap out’ mentally during the worst of it, including the sickening feeling at his periphery when the Ape’s unimpressive cock first slid up inside him. It almost made it worse that the big beast didn’t measure up in the dick department. Being brutalized by something completely average was insulting in its own way. If he was stronger he would have stayed present to learn as much as he could. He couldn’t even say with any certainty how long it had taken. All of the details were locked in a very tiny box far back in his mind. He was forced to question whether that was good for him. No, that was not the right concept. Of course it wasn’t good for him to lock it away like that. Doing it that way meant he’d learned nothing from handling Kevin’s memory in a similar fashion. The true question was whether it was useful, either in the short term or long term. Would it rear its ugly head at some inopportune moment, come back to him when he least wanted it to? Probably. He mentally sighed. He knew what he had to do. Trouble was, he didn’t want to. Fucking hell. He wasn’t even sure he’d have time to wade through the connections to what it meant for his time here, for his relationship with Kevin, to being the leader of the Bravos. At least he wasn’t stupid enough to question what it meant for his self confidence or his manhood. It had nothing to do either of those. Those were solid. He knew who he was and hadn’t asked for this treatment. There had to be a point to it, didn’t there? He could choose to shrug it off and chalk it up to an experience he probably had to get out of the way sooner rather than later, and they’d done him a favor. But that felt like taking the coward’s way out. It would be easy to talk himself into that. Twisting your brain and consciousness with lies that let you off the hook simply rationalized what you wanted to be true, not necessarily the actual truth. Yes, the situation was absolutely beneficial for those reasons, but silver linings are the sugar you put on something bitter to hide its nature. Mental strength came from recognizing and understanding the bitterness first. Fuck. He put his hands behind his head on the cot, refusing to stand up and pace like he wanted to. Was he making too much of this? Ultimately he didn’t care what the Ape did. So why hide it away from himself in a box? That made it seem like he did actually care. Also, was it that important to do this now? Was this the right time and place for the soul-searching? “Arrrrggghhh” he growled in frustration. Another lie to his brain. “Fuck you, brain.” He muttered. Why entertain putting it off when he had nothing else to do but lie here? He’d never been in the habit of lying to himself. “Well guess what, Tom? We’re gonna do this, you stupid fuck. Stop trying to trick me. Don’t start none, won’t be none.” He said out loud. Oh, now I’m talking to myself. Woooo-weeee, this is definitely doing a number on me. Which only meant he should absolutely work his way through it now. Having decided, he felt a calm descend. He took a moment to relax with relief. Good, we’re on the right track then. He allowed himself that affirmation. Yes, there were benefits to the experience. It would be stupid to ignore those. He could use them to force himself to grow. Sure, it was a crutch to make the damage assessment he’d be doing later easier to swallow but why give up an advantage when you didn’t have to? So, benefits. Another bridge crossed, a test most men never endured. And he’d endured it. He’d felt no terror, no shame, no soul-shattering fear or revulsion. The only emotions he could find were regret and sadness that Kevin wasn’t the only one. He understood that had been important to himself. It made him want to apologize to Kevin for putting himself in a position to have it happen. Except he wasn’t sure he could even tell Kevin. It would make him angry. Maybe Kevin would even take his anger out on him. For any other reason, that would have excited him. An angry Kevin was just fucking sexy as hell. Those grey eyes shrouding with a scowled darkness, the clenched jaw and subtle snarl he displayed forced a deep surrender inside Tom that was damn near its own full body orgasm. Seeing the otherwise sedate, unshakeable man burn with the internal molten heat of fury thrilled his blood to equal Kevin’s primal emotions. Any emotion Kevin chose to reveal was like a bright beacon to Tom’s soul. It could be love, which made Tom flush with a weakness so close to passing out. It could be amusement that flooded his body with endorphins. Kevin’s frustration made Tom’s spine tingle. If there was a sign that two souls were tragically and joyously intertwined, it was how Kevin’s mood invaded Tom’s body and mind with uncontrollable instincts and reactions. And for him, the ease with which Kevin seized all power and control seduced him beyond any line in the sand he might draw. Yes, Kevin would be angry. He would be angry at the men who did it, at the situation, at the futility of all of it. No silver lining in that, except perhaps gaining the knowledge early on that Tom intended for an extraordinary life and if he wanted to be a part of that there were going to be other distasteful situations that he should learn to keep separated from their relationship. He jolted up on the cot, breathing heavily as he swung his legs over the side to ground his feet firmly on the concrete floor. He’d gone the long way around. You dumb fucking grunt. Had to do it the hard way, didn’t you? He ridiculed himself. What this was, this training, his experiences no matter how personal or intimate… it had nothing to do with what he had with Kevin. Kevin should learn to keep it separated? Doctor, fix your own fucking self. Which was something Kevin would say, only he’d probably remember the right quote. It was Shakespeare or something intellectual. Or maybe John F. Kennedy said it, who the fuck knows? Something else occurred to him right then: how it would affect Kevin was his biggest internal conflict. He knew from the start he didn’t give a rat’s ass about what it meant for himself. He could deal with the disgust, even mitigate the blame. It didn’t matter at all because what happened to his body had no connection to the man he was. And while it would affect the man he wanted to be it was only because it was something he could use to surmount other obstacles. If the Army taught you anything, it was that pain and suffering were the stairs you climbed to domination. The final piece that called a truce between the warring factions of his mind was that the sexual assault had to be a one time thing. He understood the difference between an ongoing and repeated use of the method vs. a single occurrence. Ongoing and repeated would be repulsive in a way he may not be able to reconcile so easily. He began to laugh. Yeah, his laughter sounded crazy, even to his own ears, but it was the laughter of release. Sitting there on the edge of the cot he understood he’d never have to cross this bridge again. The confidence he’d gained in his sense of self was huge by itself, but even more important was realizing he and Kevin travelled separate paths that they could walk side by side. Whatever change became necessary on that path, Kevin would be a constant. I dropped off the cot onto the floor and began a set of pushups. No sense in getting soft or letting my strength suffer just because I was a prisoner. I was past the worst of it. The gentle reintegration of my separated minds felt right. I wasn’t even angry. I learned something about myself it would have probably taken years to learn otherwise. Now, figuring out why my brain seemed to enjoy having a psychotic break? Way too gnarly to dig through. There was some mental bullshit called Multiple Personality Disorder. Sally Field did a mini-series about it in the 70’s. My mom has it on VHS. It’s called Sybil or something. Seems a little fake to me, just saying you’re different people when your mood changes. Well, at least it used to seem like bullshit until my brain decided to watch itself use the 3rd person to refer to me. That means I was three people at once, right? Me watching, the guy talking about it, and who the guy was talking about. That’s why they call it 3rd person. Ah, FUCK! Mrs. Balenciaga in 10th grade English could have explained it that way and maybe I’d have made a B in her class instead of a C. It made sense now. Before you get all ‘uh… Assmunch, that’s not what 3rd person is’ I beg to differ. One part of me was talking about *myself* to another part of me. That’s three people. There was probably a 4th person, or more, in English but who the fuck knows how THAT fucking works? Like I said, brain cells are not standard issue in the Army. Hoo-ah!

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Tommy wiped the sweat off his face. Class was over and it had been a tough one, As usual he and Alan were the last ones to leave there bags next to each other on the bench as they packed up “Alan is a nice guy, just a little shy. He's really hot though I wonder what he doesn’t talk much” Tommy thought, tossing his towel into his bag and turning to grab his coat. He didn't notice the towel was missing till he went to wash it “I must have missed when I tossed it into my bag” He shrugged, forgetting about it. It wasn’t the first towel he had lost this year and the year was almost over. Just exams next week and them out for the summer Being wrapped up in his own life and a bit obtuse Tommy was the only one who thought Alan was shy. When Tommy was not around his attitude and stunning looks had the boys all lusting after him. Alan was a bit shorter than Tommy with silver-gray eyes, platinum blonde hair, a fit, smooth body and a quiet deep voice. A look and a nod towards some secluded area from him was all it took for many of his fellow students to meet him, drop to their knees and service him or even be pushed up against a wall and bred. In many ways he was like a young Zeke though he would never have that intimidating physical presence Zeke's size gave him. Alan's sheet beauty made up for it and had always gotten him anything or anyone he wanted. He and Zeke even shared the same obsession… In his apartment Alan raised the towel to his nose inhaling the scent of Tommy. His perfect Tommy. He placed it with the other three he had managed to steal in the drawer he kept his most treasured items. A look through Alan’s phone would have found picture after picture of Tommy, concentrating in class, walking across campus, eating lunch and even walking into his apartment building. Inevitably some pictures showed him. That Zeke. The one who Tommy thought he loved. The one keeping Tommy from him How could he love that old man when he could have Alan just for the asking? Everyone wanted Alan but Tommy barely acknowledged his existence. Alan loved Tommy so much surely it would be returned if Tommy would just notice him! The universe could not be so unfair. All he had to do is tell Tommy that he loved him and Tommy would finally see what he could have and fall into his arms and bed But there was the problem. Every time he talked to Tommy he got tongue tied and flustered. This man who ruled his fellow gay students. Who simply took who and what he wanted then tossed them away could not tell the one who he wanted to give himself to that he loved him. Truth be told if Tommy had not blithely ignored his early attempts Alan would have never thought twice about him. But Tommy missed them completely because his mind was fixed on his new, passionate, intense relationship with a man he had loved deeply from the moment they met but who was at that time so mysterious. Possessive, protective and aloof all at once. A man who’s skillful hands were taking Tommy down a path of pain that was pleasure showing him that the true pleasure was not the release of orgasm it was how you got there. Tommy’s mind had been a little preoccupied Alan could have hired a marching band and walked through the halls holding a huge sign saying “Hey Tommy, want to fuck?” and Tommy probably would not have noticed and being ignored by someone he had decided he wanted was so totally new to Alan that resentment quickly turned to obsession. We always want what we can’t have “Next year. Next year he would tell Tommy how he felt and claim his perfect Tommy for his own” Alan thought as he packed at the end of the school year *************************** School was out and Tommy had received top marks in every class. He didn’t want to think about School for the next three months. He and Zeke were in the car driving to his home town for an extended stay. He assumed they were going to stay in a hotel this time because things were just too restrictive at his parent’s house. As they neared town Zeke turned on the side road that led to “The Mountain” as the people in town referred to the large hill north of town that held several high end houses. Every town had to have it’s rich section “Zeke must have rendered one of the housed for the summer” Tommy thought as they started up the steep road., They passed all the newer houses then drove through the broad band of trees that covered the upper third of the mountain and pulled up to the gate Barrows estate at the top. Zeke’s last name was Barrows… “No…” Tommy thought as the gate slid open to reveal a large house sheathed in marble in the Art Deco style. Tommy knew the house was considered the best example of some famous architect’s work and was picture in several books on that era because there was a display on the library down in town, “You own the Barrows estate?” Tommy asked, incredulously “We own the Barrows estate” Zeke said absently looking around as if lost in memory “I used to spend my summers here with my grandfather" Tommy kept to himself that the folks in town had referred to his grandfather as “Old codger Barrows” and there were still legends about how mean he was. Tommy had SOME tact and he knew Zeke idolized his grandfather The place looked so cold and imposing as they circled the house that Tommy wondered if he would ever be comfortable here but as the pulled around the back he noticed a full if small parking lot with many familiar vehicles ranged on the grass along the drive and a huge sign saying “Welcome Home Tommy And Zeke” There was a large party going on by the pool and Tommy’s parents waved. “This must have taken some heavy planning” Tommy said as he and Zeke approached the crowd “My dad and your mom put it together” Zeke said. “Dad grew up here so he knows the house and most of the older help and your mom is a party planning genius” “All she does is shout “Free food” and they all show up” Tommy laughed It shocked him that Zeke had spent at least part of his childhood not 10 miles from where he grew up Zeke’s dad came out of the house with about 10 people, He had been giving brief tours as none of them had ever been on the grounds before let alone inside the house and waved. Zeke and his parents were making small steps towards mending their relationship and he smiled to see his dad enjoying showing off his boyhood home Tommy didn’t see Dale’s motorcycle but his mom said he had been in therapy for months and was showing progress with his anger issues. Tommy wished him luck Tommy noticed a helicopter pad off to the side od the house “That’s cool” he said Aeke nodding to it “You know there is a pad on the roof of our apartment don't you?” Zeke replied "We can travel back and forth in a little over half an hour “ “We can come here most weekends then” Tommy said pleased at the thought of seeing his family more. As they merged with crowd welcoming them home Tommy saw that Jeff and Mike were there and being treated like just normal family members, The party went on for hours and after they had seen all their guests off Zeke led Tommy to a large bedroom with wood paneled walls, a fireplace and a huge four poster bed. Too tired to do more than strip and climb into bed Tommy lay with his back to Zeke pressed up against him as Zeke held him. “I hope you come to love our home as much as I do” Zeke said kissing his hair “I have many happy memories here and I want to build more with you” Anywhere Zeke was was home to Tommy “I’m sure I will” Tommy said and then he drifted off During the party there had been a discussion of schedules and dates and it had been decided that the wedding would take place the last week of summer, here in a small amphitheater that was part of the original gardens of the estate and the reception would be in the ballroom. Tommy lived in a house with am amphitheater on the grounds and a ballroom… and a nasty hidden dungeon off the master bedroom Zeke had shown him the next morning. There was some very interesting equipment Zeke had had custom built and installed Tommy wanted to try Jeff and Mike would be coming back to spend a couple weeks and would stay here at the estate. They were bringing their friends Hank and Buzz, two massive pro football players and John, Zeke's cousin who he was yet to meet Tommy spent most mornings and early afternoons with family and making wedding preparations then spent the late afternoon by the pool or in the ballroom working with Zeke on the latest dance Stefan had put together for them. The household staff learned it was not a good idea to go near the ballroom when they danced as they might hear or see things they shouldn’t but they accepted it with good grace The town was big enough to support a small gay bar attached to a very good steak house Tommy jokingly referred to by the obvious nickname that doesn’t bear repeating. Both Tommy and Zeke loved the place. One evening after a good diner during which the waiter had flirted outrageously with Zeke they decided to go for a walk along the river before returning home, They didn’t notice the man in the shadows trailing them Alan watched Zeke and Tommy stroll along holding hands. He had seen the wedding announcement on Tommy’s social media and had driven all night to reach here. He was going to… going to… well he was going to do something even if he had no idea what that was That had been a week ago and since then he had skulked about, following Tommy when he was in town. Even going in the same stores and browsing as Tommy shopped hoping Tommy would notice him. He hadn’t. Once he had looked directly at Alan, given a vague smile and looked away his mind on what the wedding colors would be He jumped as a voice said “I’d give it up if I were you: and a man moved to stand between Alan and the happy couple kissing under a lamp light 50 years away “You would never be able to get Tommy away from him and why would you want to? Look at them man they fucking glow when they are together. Why would anyone with a heart want to mess that up?” The man continued “I don’t know what you are talking about” Alan said stiffly “Dude. I have seen you for the last week following Tommy around like a puppy and shooting hate filled glares at Zeke. It’s kind of obvious to anyone with eyes, Just a bit of advice. Zeke is not the kind of man you mess with, I get the feeling he would not react well to someone trying to take Tommy from him. People might get hurt” the shadowy man continued “What confuses me even more is why? You are the most stunningly beautiful man I have seen in my life. That hair. those eyes, that face and body. I know straight men who have never looked at a man that way before who would dump their girlfriends for a chance with you. Why are you hung up on a guy who is so in love with someone else?” “He never even sees me” Alan whispered “Ahhh, now I get it” the man said stepping into the light. He looked a lot like Tommy just older with darker hair “You are not used to fading into the background, with good reason I might add, Don’t take it so personally. Tommy and Zeke are a special case. You could not blow them apart with dynamite. How old are you kid?” “I just turned 21” Alan responded “I’m Dale, Tommy’s black sheep cousin” He said putting an arm around Alan’s shoulder and turning him away from the still kissing couple. “Come on, let me buy you a beer” and he guided the younger man away. They talked until late in the night. Alan was surprised how understanding of his irrational anger towards Zeke Dale was. “It’s like that till you learn that though the world does not revolve around you there are good things around every corner” He said “That’s a quote from my therapist” Dale talked about his mental health journey and how he had figured out where the help he needed had really come from. He owed Zeke a lot Alan told him about how empty life could be when everyone saw you more as a beautiful object than a person. Yes he tended to cast people aside but none of them had tried for something more either. As the sun rose they were still talking, laying on the dew-covered grass along the river walk Alan’s head on Dale’s chest. Dale had been coming to terms with his long suppressed attraction to men. That had been the source of most of his anger. He rose and pulled the sleepy Alan to his feet taking him to his place and texting his mom that she would have to look after the shop today As he lay in bed holding this beautiful creature named Alan he finally accepted that he was gay. Holding was enough for both of them now. They both had issues to work through but something unstoppable and Tommy and Zeke had started between them that night and Dale was just as happy to let it grow into whatever the future held for them Alan relaxed. He had never slept in another man’s arms before and it felt good ********************* Ezekiel shook his head. It had happened again… A major hurdle in Tommy and Zeke’s life had just… melted away. The futures involving Alan had ranged from ridiculous to dangerous but now Zeke’s compassion for Dale had completely blocked them all. Dale and Alan together had never been in the cards and yet here they were, Multiple bright futures branching out for them Zeke and Tommy were on a small scale doing his job for him. He had millions of other situations around the world tp watch. Some far more serious involving nations and wars but this corner of the world just kept getting better on its own as Zeke and Tommy and now the people around them instinctually made the best possible choices that branched out into even better choices He talked to Gabriel about it and the determined to keep a close eye on this little corner of the world ********************************************************************************* As always any comments or suggestions are welcome Scanbu

I grab a couple of beers from the fridge, and we relax on the balcony having a smoke and a few drinks. I can’t believe this gorgeous man is hanging out with me (all while I have his babies inside me). It is amazing how charming he is outside the work environment. His smile is enough to melt the hardest of men and he seems to genuinely enjoy just hanging as much as fucking me. Every now and then I find myself just lifting his shirt to caress his tattoo as we talk. I ask him if he minds sharing his story about how it happened. He smiles and pulls me to sit on his lap straddling him and facing him. After a few more minutes of kissing, he starts his story. “It was 4 years ago. I have known I was gay since I was 12” he says. “I started fucking guys and letting guys fuck me when I was 15, and I was pretty careful initially always covering up. Then on my 18th birthday, my parents had a big party and my uncles and cousins all came. My uncle from Sydney came down for the weekend for my birthday. I had no idea he was gay. He was about the same age as you” he says and kisses me. “After a long night of partying and maybe a drink or two too many after everyone left, I went to bed. Naked of course as I always sleep naked. About an hour after falling asleep I woke up to the sound of someone else on my room and when I looked it was my uncle standing at the end of my bed. Totally naked and sporting a massing hard 9” cock. He had a slight belly and a dark hairy chest that just looked so manly. He had a nice, trimmed beard and a very wicked grin on his face. I laid there naked just looking at him for a few minutes taking it all in as I awoke.” “In that short time, I had grown a rock hard hard on of my own. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. All he said was “can I?” And I said nothing. I had mostly been versatile up until then, but I knew I just had to have my uncle inside me. I rolled over and got up on all fours offering him my arse as an answer. He turned the light off and I felt him crawl onto the bed and suddenly I felt his finger explore my ring. First the outside with some spit, and then one finger then two fingers sliding in and out of my hole. I had to use all my self-control not to moan too loud. My parents were just down the hall. Before long he had me wide open with four fingers and I was wet from his saliva. When his fingers left my arse I felt empty. But they were soon replaced by is tongue. And oh my god, what a tongue. It was spit then tongue and then repeat. After a few minutes of that my hole was stretched and relaxed and he knew it.” “Next, I felt him position himself with the head of his cock softly pressed against my hole. The next thing was the only other thing he said all night. “You sure?” I answered his question by pressing back on his cock impaling myself in one go all the way to his balls. He did such a good job of opening me up that although it was tight, he slid in without the slightest pain. I thought to myself that it must have been meant to be. His only response was a muffled groan before he slowly started to fuck me raw.” “It wasn’t long before he picked up the pace and I started to jack off as I was in heaven and so turned on. I started to cum all over the sheets and the orgasm obviously caused my arse to clench and sent him over the edge and he just slammed in and I felt my insides painted with the first load it every had. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be bred. Without a word, he pulled out and slapped my arse and left. I fell asleep laying on my cum stained sheets and with his load in me. He was only there for another night, and he did the same thing the middle of the next night too. Then he was gone, back to Sydney. Both times I am sure I absorbed every drop.” “Two weeks later it was the tell-tale flu. I knew what it had to be and hadn’t let anyone else fuck me raw. Test came back positive. I was a bit angry at first, but I never told him. I haven’t spoken to him since. I decided to not start meds until I absolutely had too, and 4 years later I am here on your balcony, you on my lap, not judging me and looking at me like this is where I am meant to be.” I kiss him deeply and looking in his eyes simply say, “yes, definitely meant to be for me”. We make out some and have another beer and smoke before deciding to go to bed. To be continued.

Met the pretttiest little White boy at the bar Sunday 21 (barely) he got flirty and I got frisky and ended up back at my place when I began to put a skin on he ask why, told him I was poz said he did not care he wanted my nut, well he got it (twice) went to sleep holding him nestled in his pussy. was a VERY good night 😄

This is mine

That's as close as I could get. I'm not blessed with your dark hairy legs.

In the past year I have had about 6-7 guys I've repeat fisted (a couple out of Towner's) and a few one-timers at Pig Week. Been fisting for 30 years as top. I have small "collapsible" hands and have been a few guys "first fist". I don't usually seek out fist bottoms on purpose, but I think I am sometimes chosen by them since fisting is in my profile, I do not party (which is important for NON-party fist bottoms I'm sure), and general attraction. I LOVE a sloppy sleazy wet hole, so if someone I'm into hits me up for that I am usually all in! The original question asked what the top gets out of it. I LOVE a rosebud and a prolapse even better. I LOVE eating them out the bigger they get. Also, maybe some guys don't fuck what they fist, but I ALWAYS do. I don't think I have ever fisted anyone without also frequently sliding my raw dick in between my fist and eating them. I will also DP them with my dick and a dildo or those rubber balls with their ass stuffed full! As a vers guy I am completely blown away and turned on by what many fist bottoms can take, and that just turns me on too. A couple weeks ago I got within 2 inches of my elbow. It was a visitor just using poppers after I bred him. He said that was the furthest anyone ever got up him, and it was also the deepest I ever got inside someone...the feeling on my hands and arm was new I was so deep inside him - I felt like I needed to be pretty careful honestly. We both absolutely plan to get a little deeper next time, and the elbow is obviously the goal for both of us 🙂 Back to the question though. It turns me on what these guys can do (there are more and more very hot fist bottoms all the time), and I do ALWAYS cum from fucking the massive blown out cunt I created!! I could post some pics, but I'm not sure that's allowed of other people

1. i get pleasure giving pleasure so fisting a bottom till he cums is as satisfying as sucking dick till it unloads in your mouth 2. it's a great feeling of power or masc energy or whatever to literally punch a guy's cunt. i mean u have to be gentle and give pleasure but just the act itself of having your fist up a man's butt is violent and kinda rapey in a good way 3. the older i get the harder it is to always be ready to rock n roll at a moments notice. drugs enhance sex but they're also often boner killers. fisting gives me a way to top when i feel like it ever if my dick doesn't cooperate

Jeff had a database of virgins of every body type and ethnicity. His new hobby was going through the steady stream of incoming mail and organizing them into categories. He had an idea. A hot but slightly evil idea and after discussing it with the family he put it onto motion. They all had the first week in December free and Jeff had located an exclusive and very private gay resort on a small Caribbean island. In fact the entire island was part of the resort. He contacted them and they agreed to host the event limiting reservations to only those with a pass code they would be provided. The family including Hank and Jack Ripper, a porn star friend of Buzz’s who was from a famously bareback only studio went through the pictures and letters Jeff had screened and each selected 20 to 30 from twinks, twunks, jocks, sexy nerds, cubs and cubbies. They had decided to start at age 19 to avoid mishaps and proof of age would be required for all selected to attend. During a press conference about an unrelated issue Jef casually mentioned “To all our special fans who wrote to us. Keep an eye on your email. You just might get a response” The next day the emails went out linking a private site: The Holiday Give it to me event One week of giving it up Travel required Proof of age required To be considered please pick your top choices to give it up to You can pick just one or rank all 5 Then a picture of each: Mike, Jeff, Buzz, Hank and Jack with their vital stats Hank was listed as 5 ½ inches beer can thick uncut and Jack as 9 ½ inches tapered cut and you should know the rest of them by now/ Responses came in and each picked their 7 all had a sprinkling of cubs nerds and chubbies in with the others. Jack Ripper picking cubs and chubs exclusively. “Don’t make me quote Sir Mix-a-lot, you can guess why” he laughed in explanation Then the actual invitation went out: Santa invites you to The Holiday Give it up Event 5 tops 35 virgins Come get your Gift This is a no questions asked Bareback event Some of the tops may be HIV positive so consider carefully before attending. No body shaming allowed. You will receive one day of attention from the Top you selected as your number one. During that day your virginity will be taken. No condoms, no pulling out. Click (This Link) to reserve your room. Note: Your rooms and meals are paid for you just have to get here. They had a 100% response rate “The funny thing is that Jack is the only one who’s status is unknown but working for a bareback porn studio most will assume if anyone is poz it’s him. You are a genius Babe” Mike chuckled as they drove to the airport They arrived late the guests would be arriving in the morning. They all went to bed early/ They would need their rest. The next day they all gathered in the inner courtyard “Welcome everyone!” Jeff called out. “In a few minutes each of us will call out their first sacrificial virgin” a chuckle went through the crowd.”If you don’t get picked today don’t worry. Your day will come! I have some sad news though 5 of your fellow virgins could not make it so on the last day you will all have a free for all orgy while we watch! We will probably need a break by then!” Then each top called out the virgin they wanted to start with and they split up to get to popping. Jeff took his to a private gazebo surrounded by a sparkling pool. He was 22 and a college track athlete. He looked like a slimmer Buzz with olive skin and light body hair. He seemed nervous and full of energy. “Come sit here” Jeff said patting a pile of cushions next to him. It took a while of soothing and coaxing. Making out and exploring bodies. Finally Jeff rolled him onto his stomach slowly licking from his tailbone up his spine to the back of his neck as Jeff's body settle above his “It’s time": Jeff whispered as he centered his cock on a virgin hole and pushed forward there was one grunt of pain followed by writhing moans as Jeff slid his toxic cock in and out pounding that spot and making him cum twice before Jeff deposited his tainted seed inside of him. They swam in the pool and relaxed in the sun before a repeat a couple hours later. Jack’s was a chubby 20 year old with a cute face, scraggly beard which Jeff loved and the hugest most beautiful blue eyes. He radiated self doubt with every step, “Why did you pick me?” he asked “Because you are beautiful” Jack replied “Please don’t make fun of me” “I’m not” Jack said walking up to him, putting his hands on both sides of his face and kissing him hungrily. To be honest Jack didn’t know his status and didn’t care. He just had a need to be in this beautiful, damaged man. To show him how beautiful he was. Taking his hand Jack led him back to his room “I have been watching your videos for years, every guy you are with is hot and muscled or a twink with a bubble ass” He said as Jack gently pushed him onto the bed on his hands and knees “That’s my job and I have to take the little blue pill to stay hard most of the time” he started probing his cock between those big round cheeks “No pills today though” he said, pressing his cock to that hole and coaxing it open, little whimpers of pain and pleasure coming from under him. He worked his way in finally bottoming out then just staying there his hand exploring the soft body below him giving words of praise and encouragement as belly and chest were rubbed and hugged. Nipples gently pinched. Jack began to thrust in and out flesh slapping flesh till he filled him with his first load ever making him cum without touching himself. They kissed and cuddle the rest of the day and fucked two more times Hank’s was a short guy who had just missed going to the Olympics for the US as a gymnast. His skin was the color of light caramel, his mom being African American and his dad Mexican/ he had a thin mustache and a big smile. He started calling Hank “Coach” as soon as they were alone. Changing plans Hank lead him to the gym. Things were simple from there. Hank laid on the bench and started pumping iron. The weights so small Hank could pump them all day as his little friend rubbed him down with oil saving his cock and balls for last then he agilely straddled Hank and slowly impaled himself on his cock wincing as the head popped in then bouncing till a groaning Hank filled him with poz seed. They rested a while then Hank laid him on the bench. Bent his flexible body in half shoving roughly into that hole and pounding another toxic load into him. Buzz’s guy was a twink who looked a lot like Jeff. They had chatted online in the days leading up tp the event so they knew what they wanted. He followed the twink to his room closing the door and pressing him face first into the wall “I’m going to take this hole now boy” He growled putting his cock head to it and shoving hard as the twink moaned and grunted in pain not resisting Buzz fucked him like a jack hammer once he was used to it literally lifting his feet off the floor with some strokes pausing to catch his breath then starting again before finally blasting his guts full of the gift Mike had given him (re gifting is a good thing) , The twink fell into bed with him after worn out and panting. Over the rest of the day he found out that cumming five times a day was the norm for Buzz and he was almost limping when he walked back out the door Mike sat by the pool talking to his guy at 26 he was the oldest of the virgins. “Why did you wait so long? You are hot. You should have no trouble getting laid” Mike said “I was looking for love, I just never found it” he replied Mike nodded Sex is a good way to meet people” Mike said “Why don’t you come over here and suck this for a while?” and the oldest virgin there wrapped his lips around the head and shaft “This guy has a lot to learn” Mike thought though he didn’t mind a little scraping from the teeth. “Stand up, bend over and put your hands on the arms of this chair” Mike said The guy complied and Mike spent his usual half an hour working his massive cock into a virgin hole the screams echoing through the courtyard as Mike did his final push” Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck ringing off the walls. Mike let him get used to it than began sliding slowly in and out fucking him for all to see building up speed until he filled the guy with his virus making him cum all over the chair. Later Mike fucked him again on the edge of the pool filling him with more poz cum The first day went just as planned. There small party in the courtyard at witch the first dayers were given a t-shirt that said “I got popped by a star” Jack danced with his new chubby friend all evening and they were seen headed back to Jack’s room hand in hand. The rest of the even went as well as the first day and many many asses were seeded. Jack made sure every one of his virgins got popped but at the end of the day he was back with his original chub and at the final day orgy they were only with each other. Exhausted the family flew home to get ready for Christmas. They were still in the gift giving mood.

Buzz got off the plane and there was Hank waiting to pick him up. He was going be a guest of this Mike guy and his husband Billy Clay. Buzz saw red every time he thought of that. This guy had Billy fucking Clay as a husband. Billy was the cutest guy on earth, well next to his Hank and that was not enough for him. Buzz knew he would fuck Billy in a second given the chance. What right did this guy have to keep the man he loved from him? He knew he could make Hank love him back if he could just get him away from this jerk Mike. Hank had told him that if he wanted to stay with them he had to accept their open, anywhere any time sexual relationship and that he might see Mike or even Billy fucking Hank at any time. If he could not accept that he could stay in a hotel. It was all just so unfair. Why did this Mike have everything he wanted? He was going to take Hank for himself and show Billy what a real fuck was like. This Mike guy didn’t stand a chance against a stud like him. Buzz’s mind continued in this selfish, self pitying, childish circle as Hank drove them to The Compound. Hank. noting the anger in the eyes and the petulant poutiness of Buzz’s lips rolled his eyes. This kid needed to be taken down a peg or five. He knew the culture Buzz came from. Everyone telling him how special he was because he was the star quarterback now. There were thousands of guys out there who would fall into Buzz’s arms at the drop of a hat. So who did Buzz insist on having? The one guy who told him no, Mike would handle him. Buzz was like a pretty present all wrapped in a bow Hank was giving to Mike. Mike and Jeff were waiting out front when they pulled up and Hank introduced them “Billy! It’s so nice…” Buzz started “It's Jeff” Jeff said mildly Buzz flushed, not because he had been corrected but because he had been interrupted “Yeah… ommm… right… I have always thought of you as ‘Billy with the gorgeous ass’ that’s hard to get out of my mind” “It’s nice to meet you Buzz” Mike said in an even voice extending his hand. Buzz looked him up and down ignoring the hand “This will be easy” he thought squaring off against the man. “Hank tells me he will never sleep with me unless I ask your permission” “No” Mike said “what I’m sure he told you is that he would never sleep with you unless I told him to.” Buzz ignored that “He also says you own him and male his decisions. That you control him” “No” Mike said “Once again I am sure what he told you was that he has given me the right to make his decisions and control him. That he has given himself to me.” “And what does that mean?” Buzz demanded “Hank what would you do if I said I wanted to fuck you right now” Mike asked “I’d drop my pants and bend over” came the reply “If I told you to take Buzz upstairs and let him fuck you?” “I’d take him upstairs and let him fuck me” “If I told you to drive him back into town, find a wedding chapel and marry him?” “I’d take him into town and marry him” “If I told you to never see or speak to him again?” “I’d drive him to a hotel, drop him off, block his number and never speak to him again” “It’s not right for you to take control of him that much!” Buzz yelled “You must be blackmailing him or something! He should be with me! I love him!” Then he balled up his fists and started towards Mike. A quiet voice from behind him stopped him cold “If you touch Mike I will end you tight here and now” Hank said “And if he doesn’t I will” Jeff said stepping in front of Mike Mike felt tears in his eyes as his two men defended him Hank stepped in front of Buzz putting a finger on his chest and backing him up several paces. “Look here punk. You have not been listening. Mike did not take control of me. I GAVE him control, happily. Gratefully. It’s not some huge privilege for him. It’s a responsibility! He decides things I don’t want to. He protects me. He respects me but he pushes me to be more than I am now. Mike what would you do if I actually told you No I can’t do something you asked of me?” “I would smack him so hard” Jeff said his eyes hard “Oh Hank, baby boy “ Mike said the tears actually flowing now “Baby if I pushed you that far, knowing how much you want to, need to please me I would have fucked up so bad, pushed you to far, not listened to you. I would stop instantly and probably hold you for hours apologizing and letting you know how much I love you” “And I would be right there on the other side holding you too and occasionally bopping Mike on the back of the head for being so stupid” Jeff added “Mike takes what he wants from me but it’s never more than I can or am willing to give. You on the other hand only see what you want. Only see me as a way to get what you want. You don’t want to love me you want to possess me and to prove you can take me from Mike. You would selfishly take me from a situation I have told you over and over makes me happy to satisfy your ego. You even want to take Jeff. You know what his real name is but you tried to cram him into your fantasy of him, disrespecting both him and Mike. You come into their home as a guest and you do this.” Hank said with contempt “When I first took Hank I abused him” Mike admitted “I told him he wasn’t a man compared to me, He forgave me for that and taught me what a man really is. I have only just realized he is probably the best man I know besides Jeff and what a truly magnificent gift he gave me when he gave himself to me. We had a plan. It may have been a bit twisted but it was a plan to offer you a possible place in our family eventually. Right now I don’t even know if it’s safe to even offer you the guest room” “What was the plan?” Buzz asked in a subdued voice. “For you to submit and become mine like Hank is. To prove you can put someone else’s needs before yours, muzzle that ego and control your temper. I was going to use you and push you to the edge then if you proved yourself I was going to let you DATE Hank and see if you could love each other under my hand. I swore to protect Hank and I don’t know if you would be good for him” Buzz nodded then he looked at Hank with something akin to actual love in his eyes “I will think about it” Later once Buzz had been shown to his room Hank joined Mike and Jeff in bed. They needed to be together, to touch and to hold each other to affirm the new level their relationship had grown to today. “I meant it Hank” Mike said “You are more of a man than I deserve. I’m sorry for making you feel less than” “Nah” Hank said “I love when you talk about my little nub, it gets me going. It puts me in the mindset to take that monster between your legs. I would not change a thing between us Mike” “That was an intense encounter but it went pretty much how we planned” Mike said and Hank nodded, reaching out to stroke both Mike and Jeff wanting to get used hard. The next day naked by the pool Buzz had strutted out sporting a hefty, respectable 8 inches and still harboring some illusions then he saw Mike hanging longer soft than he was hard. Laughed and gave up. He stayed for about a week and he did see Hank getting fucked several times then had to fly back East for a mini-camp while Jeff and Mike flew to Hollwood for the awards show. The day before the show Mike was thoroughly intimidated by the choreographer. His name was Stefan and he was a Queen Bitch on wheels and let everyone know it. He was ebony skinned, dressed only in tights and a pair of shorts, an inch taller than Mike and every bit as muscled as Hank he could intimidate an army by himself. Singing on live TV before a national audience was scary enough without Stefan looming over him and telling him to get it right. Mike didn’t have to dance but he did have to move through the dancers without collisions. Dressed in a t-shirt and sweats (No underwear at a mischievous Jeff’s insistence) he scampered across the stage to “No, no! Move like you are a big confident man! Not a cock roach afraid the get stepped on!” Finally Stefan called for lunch “You!” he said pointing at Mike “Come with me, You have to much work to do for lunch breaks” and stalked off stage “Go on” Jeff said trying to keep from grinning “You have work to do” Mike hurried after Stefan seeing him go in the door of an office partially closing it. When Mike pushed it open Stefan was bent over a desk his shorts gone and the back of his tights lowered “Come on Boy you have a lot of work to do” He growled. Instantly hard Hank closed the door and locked it. Dropped his sweats and slid balls deep into that ass with one stroke pounding that bouncing ass while Stefan growled “Harder Boy give me that dick” Mike dumped two toxic loads in him before they returned to the stage. “Did you work hard?” Jeff asked and Mike blushed making Jeff laugh “Stefan is a legend and he loves big dicked white boys” Jeff giggled “I was to young and to small for him thank god” “You set me up” Mike said not really minding that much. The next night was a blur in Mike’s mind. He barely remembered his own performance though he got a standing ovation. He remembered every second of Jeff holding his hand and singing “Heartsong” to him with his heart in his eyes. They both lost out on “Best Male Vocalist” and “Best Duet” Though Mike won “Best Newcomer” and they took “Album of the year”. Finally “You never knew” was announced as “Song of the Year”. Mike gave a quick acceptance speech as it was his third time up there that night then he looked right into the camera and said “Well Luke, I guess you know now”. They partied so late into the night that they just collected their bags from their room and went right to the airport (Having a private jet is nice). Mike’s phone went off with a text while he was driving . Checking it when they got home he saw it was from Luke “Call me” The phone rang twice and a woman picked up “Hey Cathy” Mike said “It’s Mike is Luke there?” “He’s out back” she said then “Oh my god Mike, I KNEW I had heard Heartsong before the first time I heard it on the radio. We didn’t figure out it was you till halfway through your “You never knew” performance. Luke broke down when he realized ut was you and who you were singing about, Here he is now” “Hey Emo” Luke said. Luke had called him “Emo” since he had gotten bangs in the worst hair choice in his life. “Hey Wipeout” Mike replied. Trying to jump a skateboard over a curb and failing seven times in a row has it’s consequences. “Mike, listen, I always knew. I loved, love you too just not in that way. I never said anything because I was afraid to ruin our friendship. Next to Cathy and the kids you are and always will be the most important person in my life” It was Mike’s turn to break down and Jeff who had been standing close enough to listen wrapped him in his arms. “Same to you Wipeout” he said sniffing “Why don’t you bring Billy...” “His real name is Jeff. Billy is a stage name” “Ok, why don’t you bring Jeff to visit next summer? “We can take Cathy and the kids and go up to the lake fpr a couple days. The kids should get to know their God Father and his husband” Luke said “We will do it. We are planning on renewing our wedding vows and maybe we can do it in my home town church” Jeff nodded smiling “This time you can stand up for me” “I’d be honored” Luke said The next day Buzz returned walking up to Mike but looking at Hank he got on his knees and said “{‘ll do it”

Mke was walking through the kitchen when he heard Jeff’s phone, the ring ton indicating it was a message from family. “Who is that Babe?” he asked as Jeff read a text his eyes going wide “Ummm you should read this” Jeff said, holding out the phone. Mike read the message from Jeff’s dad and flushed Jeff’s parents had divorced amicably when Jeff was 18 and when Jeff had taken over his own finances they had separated his Dad moving out so they could pursue their own interests. Mary, Jeff’s mom, who at 48 looked 30 had stormed the penthouse two days after the wedding taking to Mike instantly and berating her son for “trapping” this “poor innocent” boy and he better make Mike happy. Jeff had just laughed and hugged her. That night she had shocked them both by asking “Jeff, how the hell do you walk when he is done with you?” Mike loved Mary He did not meet Jeff’s dad till about a month after they had moved to The Compound. Jeff had been in New York on business and was due back the next day when Jay arrived. After sex 2 or 3 times daily since they had met Mike was really missing his husband. When the figure stepped out of the taxi in front of the house Mike at first Jeff was a day early but the hair was salt and pepper and close examination showed a few smile lines Jeff did not have/ “Hi I’m Jay, Jeff’s dad. You must be Mike!” he said extending his hand “Great to meet you!” Mike said adjusting fast “I’m staying with a friend in town but I wanted to pop out to meet you” “Jeff is out of town till tomorrow but come on back by the pool and lets talk” Mike said “I didn’t bring a suit” Jay said “One of Jeff’s will fit you I’m sure” Mike replied They chatted for a while Mike uncomfortably aware of how similar Jay’s body was to Jeff’s and after a week of denial his cock responded in entirely inappropriate ways “I realized I was gay when Jeff was about 10” Jay said “His mom and I had drifted apart sexually but we stayed together for the kids and because she’s always been my best friend. Since we split I for real I have been down in Jamaica sampling the fresh fruits” he said with a laugh “I’m guessing you were popular. I hope you played safe” he was Jeff’s dad after all “Life is no fun without taking risks” Jay replied noting Mike’s problem “and I’m going to take one now” he said dropping his suit and walking over to Mike and freeing his cock from the thong that was about to give up anyway he straddled the frozen younger man and slid his ass SO much like Jeff’s down in his cock. Instinct rook over and Mike grabbed those slim hips thrusting up inside Jay was much more aggressive that Jeff “Come on boy, fuck that ass. Breed this old man” Mike groaned loud filling his father in law with toxic seed. Jay rode him a bit longer shooting his own load then he pulled up. Put his suit back on and continued getting to know his son in law like nothing had happened. The next day Mike was by the pool when Jeff came home. He dropped his bags in the front foyer and came out back for a quick kiss. “I met your dad yesterday, he was here” Mike said “Oh! How long is he in town for? I hope I get to see him. I’m gonna take a shower” Jeff said turning and starting back inside “Babe” Mike said nervously “Things got a little out of hand, I kind of fucked him, well he didn’t give me much choice he just sat on my cock” Jeff stiffened and slowly turned. Mike was secretly surprised gis eyes were not glowing red, He loomed over Mike reaching down to grab one of his chest hairs “You” he said yanking out the hair “pozzed” each successive word accompanied by another lost chest hair “my dad and you didn’t delay it so I could watch!” Mike relaxed as the import of Jeff's words sank in. He could lose a few chest hairs. It was better than losing a husband. Jeff paged through his phone and made a call ‘Dad? Yeah it’s Jeff. If you want to use my toys you need to ask me first. YOU taught ME that! Yes I’m talking about Mike! What? Yes we are free, see you then” and hung up “We are meeting him at seven for dinner” Jeff said and went in the house to shower. Jeff bumped him and his mind returned to the present. The text read “Boys just letting you know I have tested HIV positive. My Dr says every partner I have had since my last test should get tested themselves. Sorry to put this on you” They looked at each other and Jeff texted back “Mike has been to the Dr no surprises”

Here comes the sex **************************************** Mike aske Jeff a few questions then gave him some instructions before driving home to pick up some documents, shower and pack two suitcases one with a few changes of clothes the other with some equipment. The he dressed in his best suit and drove to Jeff’s hotel meeting him out front as the bell boy took custody of his suitcases. “Did you get them?: Mike asked as they drove to one of the nicer wedding chapels just off the strip. “Yep! Two wedding bands, a matching necklace and a matching bracelet, platinum because gold is just SO tacky” came the cheeky reply. He was dressed in a much nicer suit than Mike was with the top two shirt buttons undone and no tie The walked in, presented the proper documents and in a surprisingly short time were standing before a minister (Jeff was slightly disappointed he was not dressed like Elvis) They exchanged rings and got to the “You may smooch on each other” part then Mike stood straighter and said “Kneel” Jeff sank to his knees looking up “Do you accept my Dominance in our relationship? Committing yourself to obey and serve me?” Mike asked “I do” Jeff said and Mike put the necklace around his neck, locking the clasp. “Do you promise to guide and control with a steady hand and to respect my limits?” he asked “I do” Mike said extending his wrist for Jeff to clasp the bracelet on him. The minister took all this in stride and wished them luck as they left. A quick drive back to the hotel later Jeff lead Mike past the elevator banks to a small single door elevator he called with a pass key. The elevator opened directly into the penthouse. Jeff moved to step out but Mike held him back, sweeping the smaller man up in his arms and carrying him out while kissing him hard. When Mike set him down his entire demeanor changed “You will stand there and not move or speak till given permission. Nod if you understand” Jeff’s eyes went wide but he nodded. Mike too the larger of his suitcases from the foyer and opened it on the couch pulling out a black sheet and throwing it over a large. square, cushioned ottoman then threading a leather strap under it behind the legs and attaching a leather loop to each end. Returning to Jeff he walked him to the ottoman and said “Lay over this knees on the ground hands through the loops we are not going to tighten them but you will not pull your hands out. Nod if you understand”. Jeff nodded and obeyed Mike stepped in front of him “Look at me” he ordered as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardening cock slowly stroking it his balls big even in proportion to HIS cock hanging low and moving up and down with his motion as Jeff’s eyes followed them “We are not going to make love tonight, We have the rest of our life for that. I’m going to take your virginity and do my best to infect you with my bug. This will be painful for you because we are not using any lube but my precum. I don’t want anything between my virus and your bloodstream. Nod if you understand and consent to this and know I won’t stop once you do” Jeff hesitated the sight of Mike fully dressed his cock and balls hanging out of his fly dripping toxic pre mesmerizing him then he slowly nodded “Good boy” Mike said as a huge drop of pre formed at the tip of his cock “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue” he ordered letting the drop fall “now swallow then kiss the cock that is going to poz you” smirking down as Jeff obeyed Mike stepped behind his boy taking a small knife from his case and carefully slitting open the seam on a pair of pants that probably cost more than his house payment tossing the knife back in the case then ripping them open with his hands exposing Jeff’s beautiful vulnerable ass before reaching under to pull his boy's hard cock back pointing it down the side of the ottoman so he could see it. Jeff had a proportionate cock a little less than seven inches he would guess. Stroking himself to full dripping hardness he coated his fingers with pre and roughly pushed one then two fingers up the tight pink pucker twisting them as his boy moaned “Say goodbye to your virginity and your life without my DNA in your blood” Mike said as he placed the head of his cock at the hole and started to apply pressure slowly pushing the hole coaxing it to open for him with little “push push relax” motions his pre coating and slicking his way till the head popped in along with a couple inches. Jeff grunted and stiffened his muscles tensed “This is happening on way or the other now.” Mike said running a finger up and down Jeff’s still rock hard cock “There is no way you are getting me out of you. You can stay rigid and make me conquer your hole or you can relax and make it a little easier on yourself. I actually prefer you stay tense and tight, It’s more fun for me to force your hole to submit and you know I like causing sexual pain” then he chuckled as Jeff’s shoulders and back slowly relaxed. Mike took it slowly groaning at the tightness of Jeff's virgin hole, working his way in till his cock hit Jeff’s inner barrier “I have about 3 inches to go” he said “Nod if you want it fast to get it all in” Jeff nodded “As you wish” Mike said as he backed out a few inches putting his hands on Jeff’s shoulders then pulling back as he thrust in hard bursting past the barrier and fully into Jeff’s guts, Jeff let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream and Mike felt something wet on his leg realizing Jeff was cuming, “My Boy likes pain” Mike said happily as he started to slide in and out watching Jeff’s body twitch each time he pushed past the inner sphincter his huge balls slapping the length oh his boy’s cock with each stroke building up speed and pressure till “Here it comes Boy, here comes my poz load to change your life forever” pushing in to the hilt and feeling his cock spurt eight individual wads of virus laden cum into the hottest celebrity in the world. Collapsing across Jeffs back Mike gasped for air slowly catching his breath still rock hard inside his new husband eventually fucking him and breeding him twice more keeping his promise to “Fuck him till he couldn't walk then fuck him again then again” before he finally pulled out of the gaping hole reaching into his case for a buttplug and shoving it in to keep his cum from leaking out. Looking down he saw what looked like a full cup of cum running down the sheet and pooling beneath Jeff's cock “You can talk now Jeff. How many times did you cum?” he said helping him stand then just carrying him to the bedroom. “I think I lost count at 9” he said “My balls hurt as much as my ass” though his cock bounced still hard. Mike helped him out of the ruins of his suit then stripped himself, helping him into the shower before joining him and washing them both, drying them both and carrying Jeff to bed. “I love you Mike” Jeff said as Mike slipped under the covers pulling the smaller man against him and wrapping him in his arms “I love you too Jeff” Mike said and realized he really did.

Chapter 3 I was startled when I felt a warm wet sensation around my ass. I looked back to see Adrian had his mouth around my ass and his tongue was swirling around my hole. This sensation was new to me, and the thought of of somebodies mouth on my ass was gross as hell, but I quickly fell in love with that tongue working around my ass. It felt so fucking good. Adrian held my legs in my place with his firm hands. His mouth kept working around my ass in circles, and I felt it working more and more into my hole. It felt so damn good I started pushing back on Adrian's face, trying to get more. I never wanted it to stop. I started letting out small moans that I could not control. My mind seemed to forget that I was about to be fucked and the predicament I was in, and all the tension just melted from my body. I felt betrayed by my body, I did not want to enjoy this but I could not control myself. My dick was hard as I had ever seen it and leaking like crazy. My ass was so wet with Adrian's spit, I could feel it running down my crack and over my balls. Adrian moved his mouth from my ass, and I felt my whole twitch. I let out an instinctive moan "mmmpphh Daddy please don't stop". I could not believe the words that I had just come out of my mouth. Did I just call this guy Daddy without even thinking about it? "Look at you little faggot, pushing your ass back in the air trying to keep it filled. You're such a slut". With that Adrian gave my ass a few more playful smacks. "Your such a little pussy boy, loving getting that pussy eaten out getting ready to be fucked by a big cock. I love turning little white sluts like you". The high I was on suddenly came crashing down, remembering that I was about to take a big black cock up my virgin ass. Adrian reached around and shoved a finger in my mouth before I could even react. "Get that finger wet so Daddy can stretch that little pussy so his big cock doesn't rip it up". I started sucking with everything I had, hoping to get that finger as wet as I could before he tried to stick it up my hole. Adrian took the finger from my mouth and it was quickly working around my ass hole. He pressed against my hole, swirling it around, before I finally felt it break the threshold and slide up my ass. It suprisingly didn't hurt, probably because his tongue had just worked it open a little bit. The finger just made my ass feel full. My cock twitched and a drop of precum slid out. "What the fuck is going with me?", I thought to myself. "Yeah baby open that hole up for Daddy's big dick", Adrian said to me as he starting working his finger in and out of my hole. I started to enjoy the finger in my ass as much as the tongue that had just been in it. Adrian was moving his finger in circle's, and every once in awhile it hit something in my ass that made me twitch and moan. I could not believe these new great feelings I was feeling in my ass. "Listen to you moan like one of your college sluts with a finger in your ass. Goddamn I'm turning you into such a little faggot". I was so embarassed, but I didn't care, as long as what Adrian was doing to my ass didn't stop. "Time for more little girl", Adrian said as he pulled the finger from my ass and brought them back to my mouth. He stuck the finger that had just been in my ass back in my mouth, along with a second finger. Sucking on something that was just in my ass repulsed me, but I did what Daddy wanted so I could get them back into my ass that now felt so empty. Adrian worked the two fingers back in my hole. I felt fuller, but my ass quickly accustomed to the second invader and I was back to moaning and pushing back on his finger's. Adrian repeated this process a third time, and added a 3rd finger to my tight ass. The entire time he told me how pathetic I was and I was such a little slut getting ready to be fucked. I was so ashamed of myself for loving this so much, but I figured come tommorrow I would be on my way and this would just be a memory. The fingers were pulled from my ass and Adrian told me it was time for his cock. My mind immediately cleared up and the fog of enjoying the fingers in my ass cleared. My heart raced at the thought of that big dick going in my ass. There was no way I could let this guy fuck me, I enjoyed the fingers and tongue, but I couldn't bring myself to take his cock. That seemed like things were going way to far. I have a girlfriend, I told myself, there's no way I could let this guy put his big dick in me. His cock was so big I also thought it would ruin my hole. "Holy fuck", I thought to myself. I can't do this. I felt Adrian's cock around my ass crack, teasing me,as he slid the head up and down and beat the shaft down on my ass cheeks. I moaned everytime the head brushed against my hole, my ass was so sensitive right that I couldn't stop myself. "You ready for this big dick baby boy? Hmm? This cocks about to gape this hole and it fill this pussy with Daddy's dirty cum". Hearing this made me panic, I had not thought about Adrian cumming in me. I had no clue what Adrian meant by "dirty cum". There was no way I could let him do that, the thought of him blowing his load in my ass made me sick to my stomach. "I don't think I want you to fuck me..sir...that seems like too much. I got a girlfriend bro... your tongue and fingers were one thing...but please don't put your cock in me." Adrian started laughing. "Buyer's remorse baby boy? Remember this is what you signed up for. I'm fucking this pussy tonight. I promise your little white college ass is gonna love it. But if you don't you learn to love this big dick, you can go off to college with my gift tommorrow and pretend this never happened. But, I bet that little fag ass is gonna be pusing backing on my big cock begging for more. Begging me to breed that tight pussy with my dirty cum". I was so in shock I didn't know what to say. "Can...Can..Do you have a condom..Sir?", I shyly asked Adrian, not sure how he would react. "What's the matter white boy? You afraid of having my black baby? You think I'm gonna knock that pussy up? I'll wear a condom just for you baby boy." He winked as he crawled off the bed, going over to his suitcase. He came back with a Magnum condom and a black piece of fabric, his hard cock bouncing in front of him as he walked. He knelt back behind me and I watched him rip open the condom and roll it down his dick. If my heart was racing before it was on overdrive now. I was about to be fucked by this dick. "I like to blindfold my boys the first time I fuck them, that way all you got to think about is this big dick fucking your ass". He rolled the spandex type fabric over my head, it looked like a face mask, but he just rolled it down over my eyes, leaving my face exposed. My vision went immiedately dark, as I lied there with my hands and legs bound I knew I had given up total control. There was nothing I could do now to keep this big cock out of my ass. The next thing I heard was the click of a cap, followed by cold liquid in my ass crack that Adrian worked into my hole with his fingers. I realized he was lubing my ass. I felt the bed shift, followed by a hard blunt object pressing at my hole that I knew was Adrian's dick. Adrian grabbed my hips and started to push his cock into my ass. "Goddamn this fucking pussy is so tight. Open up that big hole for this big Daddy dick. Push out like you're taking a shit baby boy or this is gonna be even harder for your ass to swallow this cock." I pushed out with my ass muscles, not wanting any more damage then I was already gonna get. My ass felt like it was being stretched to its limits, before I felt a pop, followed by the fat head of Adrian's cock slidng into my ass. I couldn't believe I was fucking letting this happen. All I could see was black with the blindfold on. Adrian was right, my senses were muted and all I could focus on was his dick going up my ass. Not that I would have forgotten. "There that pussy opens up, take this big dick", Adrian said as I felt his cock pushing into me. "Mmphh...fuck..oh my god its took fucking big...FUCKING TAKE IT OUT", I told Adrian as it felt like my ass was on fire. I thought he was ripping my ass in two, my ass had never felt so full. "Just let me break this cherry baby boy, its gonna hurt for a bit but you're gonna be pushing back against this cock soon. All you white fags do once their pussy opens up" Adrian responded, as I felt more of his cock slide into me. I started to pant and sweat as my ass was split open by what felt like a baseball bat. I could feel my eyes watering from the pain and I bit the comforter to help me get through it. I tried to move my ass forward, away from the invader, but Adrian grabbed tighter onto my hips and told me to "stop fucking moving, stop trying to crawl away from this dick white boy". Adrian kept pushing his cock into me slowly, before stopping and backing out a little ways before going back in, going a little further every time he pushed back in. Every time his cock pushed back in I let out a yelp and saw white in my eyes. Tears were rolling out of my eyes from the pain and collecting in the fabric around my eyes. "I love this fucking boy pussy", "Such a tight pussy", "Take this black cock faggot", Adrian mumbled under his breath as he invaded my ass. After what felt like an eternity of my ass being stretched open by Adrian's big cock, I finally felt the scratchy short pubes of Adrian's big ball sack resting against my ass. I had taken the whole I thing. I couldn't fucking believe this cock was in my ass. My own cock was hard as a rock and dripping more precum than I had ever seen below me, but I was so ashamed of letting this stranger fuck me. "Let's let this pussy open a minute before I fuck this ass", Adrian told me as he kept his balls resting against my ass, still holding my hips in place. Adrian would move his hips in circles, stretching my ass with his big dick. After a minute the pain started to go away and I just felt a dull ache in my ass. I started to moan and buckle every time his cock pressed against a certain spot in my ass. I hated to admit it, but the cock in my ass was starting to feel kind of good. I never thought I would say that about a cock being up my ass. "Yeah I think this pussy is ready to be fucked white boy. Ride this dick". Adrian pulled his cock out of my ass, leaving it feeling totally fucking empty. It felt like just the tip of his cock was left in my ass, before it changed direction and slammed back into in my ass, once again bottoming out with the balls resting against my ass. "Holy fuck..oh my god", was all I was able to get out of my mouth. The full feeling in my ass felt so damn good. Better than I could have ever imagined. Adrian repeatedly slammed his cock in and out of my ass, slow and methodically like it was some sort of piston. "Sounds like baby boy is starting to like this big cock. What'd I tell you white boy? This big cock is gonna be you're new friend. This pussy is so fucking tight. Goddamn I love fucking virgin pussy boys." This went on for some time. My body seemed to melt around his cock and want more every time his cock was pulled from my ass. I couldn't believe how fast this man was able to break me down, leaving my ass begging for his big cock. Every time his cock bottomed out in my ass I would let out a moan, just like some slut being fucked in a college dorm. "Mmmph fuck me...fuck me with that big cock", I heard myself moaning. What the fuck did I just say? "Jesus this is insane", I thought to myself. "Yeah beg for this cock white boy. Keep that up and I'm gonna give you this gift real soon. I don't know how long I can last in this tight pussy". Adrian's cock kept rubbing across the spot in my ass, making me moan in ecstasy. "Yeah listen to that bitch moan. Daddy found the g-spot in that tight pussy", Adrian told me. My own cock was bobbing below me as Adrian thrust his cock into me. I couldn't control myself, before I knew it my cock erupted with one of the biggest orgasm's I ever had. Cum sprayed out of my cock, making a big puddle of cum on the sheets below me. "Only a true little cock slut cums hands free with a big black cock up there ass. That cunt just came being fucked by a big cock, just like a girl. Goddamn I never thought I would turn you into a cock slut this fucking quick. I'm gonna use this pussy. Once I mark you I'm gonna make you mine, bitch". After having cum I had a minute of post nut clarity, again wondering what the fuck I was doing. I panicked, having now seemed to realized again that there was a cock up my ass. I clenched my ass, trying to stop the invader from sliding up my ass. "Oh fuck yeah you little slut, milk that cock. Who taught you to squeeze your pussy like that to milk this cock". I was pissed my attempt to push the cock out of my ass was having the opposite effect. But that didn't matter, because as Adrian's cock kept fucking me I once again slipped into bliss, loving the feeling of his cock in my ass. Adrian stopped for a second and pulled his cock from my ass. I didn't know what he was doing, my ass felt so fucking empty. "Put it back Sir", I begged. "I need that cock back in my ass please daddy", I whined like some sort of crazed cock slut. "Hang on white boy just putting some more lube on this big daddy dick". I heard the cap of the lube click, and sound of him stroking the lube up his dick, followed by his cock sliding back into my ass. It felt like his cock was going in easier this time with less resistance. I figured it was because he had just put more lube on his cock, but if I would have had the blindfold off I would have seen he had just slipped condom off his cock. I moaned as Adrian's cock fulled my ass once again. This time I felt Adrian grab ahold of the chain bewteen my locked wrist's with one hand, with the other hand holding my hip. "Get ready slut I'm about to really fuck this ass". Adrian started hammering his cock in my ass like a jack hammer, and all I could do was moan and push my ass back against his balls, trying to fill my ass with more cock. "Look at you little slut, trying to push that ass back to swallow more of my cock. I'm about to cum boy where do you want this dirty load?", Adrian asked me. What the fuck did it matter I thought to myself, he has a condom on. "In my ass sir", I responded. "That's what I wanted to hear baby boy. You're such a cock slut. Listen to you asking me to put my load in your ass. I'm gonna knock this pussy up". I felt Adrian's thrusting become more uneven, and his cock swell in my hole. "Here it fucking cums faggot I'm about to breed that ass...oh fuck take this fucking load". Adrian's cock bottomed out in my ass, and he collapsed on my back, pushing down on me with all of his body weight. I collapsed onto the bed face down, in the puddle of my own cum. I could feel Adrian's cock twitching in my ass and his irregular breathing in my ear. His cock spurted what seemed like 7-8 times, and I had a warm sensation in my ass as it started to feel full. "I just put an 8 day charged up load in that tight pussy boy. I slipped the condom off when I was fucking that tight pussy. I knew I was breeding this ass all along but I let you think you were calling the shots when I put a condom on so you would calm down. It was so hot when you told me to blow in your ass. I know you're a fucking cock slut now boy, whether you want to admit it or not. I just did you a favor and gave you AIDS you with my dirty load. You're probably gonna hate me right now but I promise I just set that white faggot ass free". I could not believe what I was hearing. Poz? AIDS? Really? "WHAT THE FUCK", I thought to myself. This guy had just blown a big HIV charged load in my ass. I panicked and tried to get up, but the weight of him laying on my back was still pushing me down. I felt like I was going to pass out as I had a panic attack. I could hear myself whimpering in a panic, my eyes once again dripping in tears. What the fuck was I gonna do? "Relax baby boy...I'm gonna take care of your little faggot ass. I'm sure you're scared right now but don't be. Daddy's gonna take care of his new slut." I laid there, with Adrian still laying on my back and his softening cock still plugging my ass. My mind was racing a millon miles an hour. I could do nothing but lay there as I thought about what was gonna happen to me next.

Chapter 2 I felt a sudden slap across my face, and I saw white in my eyes and I felt a burning sensation. This dude just slapped me across my face for no reason, what the hell. "It's not Adrian any more white boy, you can call me Daddy or Sir. White slut boys like you need to know your place." Adrian let go of my dick that he had been firmly holding and twisting this entire time. My dick stung like crazy as the blood rushed back and it the numbness started to wear away. The brute of a man sat at the edge of the bed and just stared at me with this piercing brown eyes. "Don't just stand there baby boy show me what we got to work with. I knew I wanted to fuck your preppy little college ass when I saw you sitting there in the airport, with your little booty shorts that only went down to the middle of your thigh, like all you little slutty college boys wear, and those white tube socks and white Converse. Goddamn you looked so fuckable, it took me all I could not to fuck you right there. I couldn't believe you agreed to come to my room. I knew right then my dirty dick would be in your ass tonight". My face went beet red hearing Adrian, or I guess "Daddy", talking to me like that like I was some kind of chick. I squirmed and didn't know what this man was asking me to do. I also wondered why the hell he referred to his dick as "dirty". He suddenly reached up and ripped away my towel, and I stood there fully nude with my cock hanging free just a few feet from this stranger. "Ok ok, looks like baby boy has a nice little baby dick. Not bad for a white boy, but I know you're not pleasing any women with that thing". I was so embarassed, but I also felt my anger rising inside me hearing this man insult me like that. My cock was about 6 inches long and nicely thick, and I had never heard any complaints from the women. It was average from what I had seen in locker rooms growing up. "Turn around and lets see the business side. Show me that college dumpy. Lets see if those cakes look as nice as they did in this little shorts you were wearing". I slowly turned around, awkwardly, having never been in this position before. "Oh look at those two tight white cakes. Goddamn my big cock is gonna look so good pushing between them. Spread those cheeks faggot let me see that little pucker." I reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart, with my eyes closed, hoping that would somehow help spare me the embarassment if I pretended I wasn't in the room. I felt Adrian brush his finger around my crack, pressing at my hole. "Thats a tight pussy. You ever put anything up this tight ass boy?'" he asked me. "N..No....No Sir" I told him back with a shaky voice. "Mmhmm. I knew you were a little virgin college prep. Thinking you're straight jock with a girl. Wait until you get this black rod up that ass pussy. I guarantee all you little white fucks are the same. Once you take this cock balls deep you'll be begging for more. I bet you'll be a true little cock slut by morning". I told myself there was no way in hell I would ever let myself enjoy this. I was a straight man who loved women, there was no way I would ever enjoy a dick up my ass. "Bend over my lap here boy I wanna get started". I shuffled around and laid across this mans lap, like a little kid who was in trouble. I could not believe I was doing this. "This is whats gonna happen now slut. I'm gonna slap this ass around a bit, bring a little color out of it. I think it helps my boys realize whos in charge here". I rolled my eyes, as if I didn't already know I clearly was not the one calling the shots here. As I laid across Adrian's lap I noticed a new tattoo that I had not noticed before. Just above his waist line of his boxers was a weird symbol, kinda like the ones you see in the chemistry lab on dangerous chemicals. I don't think what Adrian told me totally clicked, because when I felt the first blow to my ass cheek I let out a squeel and stood out on my tip toes, trying to move. But Adrian's other hand held my firmly in his lap."I like when they squeel and squirm", Adrian said to nobody in particiular. "I'm gonna gonna forgive you this time white boy, but a good little faggot always thanks Daddy when he gives him something". "Yes sir" I responded, just before another blow struck my ass. "Thank you...Sir" I grunted out, with tears my in eyes from the pain. This was followed by a quick succession of three more slaps to my ass cheeks, which I quickly thanked him for to avoid any trouble. This went on for what felt like forever, with no random order. My ass would get spanked once, followed by a long silence as I laid across his lap, followed by three slaps, silence, then two slaps, silence, then three again, and then 1. My ass felt like it was on fire and I was pretty sure I was not gonna be able to sit for a week. Tears from the pain were rolling down my face, but I tried to keep it togther to show I wasn't weak. The weirdest thing was that my my cock got hard as Adrian beat my ass, and stayed hard the entire time. This didn't go unoticed by him, "Look at that hard little dicklet. Looks you are already turning into a little faggot, hard like that just from getting your ass slapped around. Straight men woudn't do that." As quick as it started, I was suddenly pulled off Adrians lap and told to get on my knees. I didn't know what he had in store for me next, but I was so happy to get a break from the spanking. "That ass is red as a tomato boy. You should see my handprints all over it. Its kinda cute. If you forget who's calling the shots tonight you will find your ass bent over my lap again until you remember who's in charge. Stay on your knees fag I gotta grab some stuff for our next lesson". Adrian walked away and I could hear him digging in his suitcase. I was afraid to look over, mostly because I didn't want to see what he was doing, but also because I didn't want him to think I was disobeying him. I kept my eyes looked on the flower pattern of the bed comforter in front of me for several minutes before I heard Adrian walking back. "Put your hands behind your back". As I moved them behind me, Adrian quickly grabbed one wrist and put some kind of leather strap around it and buckled it. This same process was followed by my other wrist. As soon as both wrists had the straps secured, I felt Adrian pull them together and I heard a clasp. My hands were stuck behind my back, and could not move them or get out of the straps if I tried. "That should keep those little white hands out of the way as you suck my big cock" Adrian whispered in my ear as he now grabbed my foot. The same process was repeated on my feet, the only difference was there was about a foot of chain between the two straps that allowed me to move them, ever so little but I could still move them. Adrian told me "I always care a little fuck boy kit when I travel, just in case I come across a little white slut boy like you who needs to be broken". Adrian came back around and sat on the bed in front of me. I remained kneeling in front of him, with my heart racing. I didn't know what was next, but I knew I had now given up total control to Sir. This was my first chance to really take a good look at Adrian up close. I could see his chest had a small amount of hair that covered his tight pecs. His stomach was tight, he didn't have a 6 pack but it was firm with a definite v shape. He had bulging veins that ran up both arms. It was apparent he spent some time in a gym. My eyes again noticed the biohazard tattoo, but I still had no clue what it meant. I could see the large bulge in his boxer briefs staring at me, intimidatingly. Of course this guys got a big cock I thought to myself, nervously, not knowing how I was going to manage this. "Time to meet your new friend fag" Adrian said to me as he roughly grabbed my head and rubbed it against his crotch. I could feel his cock rubbing against my face through his boxers. I could smell a musk, and a hint of piss. My own cock continued to betray me and was hard as a rock, even though I told myself I was not enjoying this. "I like you little bitches to have your hands tied down when they suck my cock for the first time. Keeps 'em out of the way, and that way you fucks can't try and push away the first time this big hog stretches their throat." Adrian pulled his boxers down to his ankles and he pulled my face in closer to his crotch. "Get that mouth on my cock slut boy. Keep this teeth off my dick or you're gonna regret it." I knelt there, frozen, not sure I could find the strength to put this big cock in my mouth. His cock was semi hard, and was already 6 inches and thick, with a big set of balls hanging low below it. Even his cock looked like it worked out, it had veins running all around it in all of the right places. "You like what you see? Thats what a real mans cock looks like fag boy. Get a good look at what gonna break that cherry ass here in a little bit". I must have waited too long, because Adrian grabbed his cock with one hand and pulled me by the hair in closer, "open that little mouth bitch and start working on this cock before you really regret it". I took this as encouragement and took another mans cock into my mouth for the first time. I had the big pink head in my mouth and it tasted kind of salty and felt fleshy. I started to suck, trying to replicate that way Audrey went down on my dick when she gave me dome. "Back and forth, just like that. You're getting the hang of this baby boy. You're doing good. You sure this is the big black cock in that pretty mouth?" I didn't answer, my mind numb with focusing on working this cock in my mouth, with the focus of maybe getting him off now and saving my ass. His cock was now rock hard, and looked to be about 8.5" long, and fairly thick. My mouth really had to stretch to take that log into my mouth. I was able to work about 4 inches in before I would gag and sputter. I felt a light slap to my face, and I looked up at Adrian with his cock filling my mouth. "Daddy asked you a question you little faggot. When I talk you better answer. This the first cock in your mouth boy?" "Mmmpmmph" I tried to answer back, with saliva now running out the corners of my mouth and running down my chin. Adrian continued pulling my head by the hair up and down his hard cock, back and forth, for what felt like forever. I could feel it twitch in my mouth, and Adrian would let out an "oh fuck baby", "goddamn work that cock", fuck that mouth feels so good on that big cock". I had a weird sense of pride that Adrian was enjoying this, and that I was doing a good job. Adrian was getting rougher and rougher with my mouth, and I was talking more of his cock. I could get about 5 inches, but every time it hit the back of my throat I would gag and sputter like I was gonna throw up. The back of my throat was starting to hurt as his cock head repeatedly slammed into it. Adrian took a more sympathetic tone, and told me I had to breath through my nose and just open my mouth and swallow his cock. He kept a hold of my hair, and rubbed my face softly with his other hand. His foot rubbed at my cock, "Look at that little white dicklet, hard as a rock. I knew you were gonna love being a fag. You were always a little fag deep down inside. I just had to bring it out". Tears ran down my face, I was unsure if it was from shame or from the cock in my throat. Maybe both. "I didn't tell you earlier, must have slipped my mind" Adrian smirked, as he continued "if you do a good job tonight you might get a gift later". What the fuck was this guy talking about. At this point, as my mouth was still being fucked by his cock, I didn't care and thought nothing of it. I am sure it was just some other twisted game he was trying to play with my head. After about 15 minutes of sucking Adrians cock my mouth was a total mess. There was spit and slobber running all down my face and chest. Adrian pulled my head back one last time and told me that was enough sucking his cock. "Not bad for your first time, don't worry we will train that little mouth to deepthroat my cock. Time to get on the bed put this cock up your pussy and take that cherry". Adrian pushed me forward onto the bed and I felt his body on the bed behind me. I knew I was about to get fucked and my heart was racing. I thought there was absolutely no way I could take his cock. "Da...Daddy....I don't think that big cock is gonna fit up my ass. It's gonna wreck me. Can I just keep sucking it until you cum?" I asked Adrian, trying to sound cute hoping he would take sympathy on me. I felt his hands softly rub my ass checks. I could feel his hard wet cock head touch my ass from time to time as it moved back and forth. He tapped my ass cheeks and told me "Baby boy this big cocks going up your ass tonight. You're not the first cherry I've broken and you're gonna love it once it's in, like all little white fuck sluts do. But it's gonna hurt like hell first". I was sick to my stomach and sweating. My heart was racing. How the fuck was he gonna fit the cock up my ass.

What the fuck now,’ was the panicked thought running through my head. We had gone completely off script and I wasn’t supposed to learn that he had taken the risk of pozing me until I saw the very realistic biohazard tattoo the make-up department had put on the bear’s ass to wiggle at the audience. The other thought, ‘is his biohazard tattoo really a fake’. Both thoughts raced through my mind at lightning speed, but I knew I didn’t have time to dwell on them. I just returned to the script other than bewilderedly asking for confirmation when I did see his tattoo. The script worked perfectly and was all the more powerful with my emotional uncertainty about what had just happened. The bear was far more convincing as well, and the dramatic start didn’t take away from the audience hanging on every word. We argued, we cried, we expressed our overwhelming attraction to each other and we went through the cycle again. Act two began with us at an emergency clinic where I’m administered 'themorningaftertreatment'. Next scene has us back at my apartment and the bear making sexual moves on me. I’m like “Really? You just almost pozed me and you want me to give up my ass so soon?” “Your protected now.” His words once again traveling to my core and causing me to melt. We are soon both naked and the audience is once again seeing his huge bare member disappear up my ass. Lights fade to a black stage. The spot light comes up on a sign held out from the wings, “Four months later.” Stage lights come back up. The bear has me bent over an ottoman and is unloading in my ass once again. Yes, literally breeding me again! He continues pounding me, urging me to jerk off. Okay, we’ve left the script again. I stroke, he pounds, and soon I have one of the biggest longest orgasms of my life. My exhibitionist self is more than happy to receive the cheering. We collapse on the couch and talk about how great we feel we are together. All the fucking hot sex we enjoy together and with others. We marvel at the the fact I’ve been taking his loads all this time, without protection, and I’ve stayed negative. We eventually make our way to bed, and again the stage fades to black. New sign from the wings, “Next morning.” Lights come up, we are still naked in bad. I’m sweating profusely. I’m clearly sick as a dog. Shortest closing scene in theatre history. The ‘opening night after party’ was a blur for me. Everyone was full of praise for the bear and my performance. Especially our director. He kept picking up the tab for our booze and we were soon drunk. I wasn’t thinking clear enough now to even have my questions occur to me. Second night I’m happy and excited to be naked back on stage. Our theatre space is sold out, standing room only. My co-lead doesn’t turn his back to the audience, so again my first move is to actually take his beautiful cock into my mouth for all to see. Cheering from the crowd. When we get to the part where he is to fuck me again we are positioned for the crowd to see every detail. As his mushroom head is seeking to find my hole I stage whisper for only him to hear. “What? Are we doing this again? I thought it was just for opening night.” “See this full theatre? Everyone one of these fags is here to watch me poz breed your neg hole. Do you want to disappoint them now? No longer using stage whisper I call out, “Fuck me with your big raw cock daddy bear!” As he’s pushing in the crowd goes wild with excitement and encouragement. During the intermission the bear brought one of the other cast members and they pulled me aside. The bear was angry and wondered why I hadn’t cleaned out before the show. I didn’t know what he was talking about. The cast member took me off to a bathroom and taught me how to douche. Apparently I had just been lucky the first three times I got fucked By the end of the night I am again hosting two of the bears loads deep in my ass, and I’ve shot off for everyone to see and enjoy. The rest of the weeks performances go well. I’m getting two loads bred into me per show, and more people are cramming in and standing every night. Week two of the run starts once again with a jammed packed enthusiastic crowd. By the end of the night my cohost is so delighted he invites me back to his place for ‘a drink’. I take this invitation literally and am shocked and amazed when the door is hardly closed and he has me bent against the wall, both our pants at our knees and his raw cock pounding away in my well lubricated ass. The second night I knew what I was in for. Any moral compass I used to have about casual sex had completely evaporated. I ended the week having taken the 10 show loads and about 12 after show loads. This bear was insatiable! I didn't have a show the next day so accompanied the bear and a friend of his to a restaurant. During the meal the bear was extremely flirty with our sexy waiter. The waiter was flirting with all of us. While handing his credit card back to the bear the waiter said; "My shift is finished and hubby is home, meet me in the back alley in 5." When the bear left our table his friend asked; “So do you want to order another drink, or come back to my place. I vote for my place.” “What about your friend?” “Oh those two will be a while I can assure you.” “OK I guess it’s drinks at your place.” I knew he had not invited me for drinks. The moment the elevator door closed as we left the restaurant our tongues were down each other’s throats. In the elevator in his building we actually started tearing each other’s clothes off. We were barely decent as we stumbled to his door past an elderly neighbour. She called him by name, gave a knowing wink and wished us both a very good night. As he slipped the rest of the way out of his jeans I saw it. A big scorpion tattoo on the left side of his lower abdomen. I wasn’t sure why it filled me with dread but I remained calm enough to ask him about the tattoo. “My scorpion? You are straight aren’t you?” …. To be continued…

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Part 4 As I rolled off of him and collapsed in sweaty satisfaction, Colt grabbed his camera and started snapping pics of me. "Dude." I said. "Come on. I look like shit." "Naw man, you look beautiful. Like the sexy slut you are. Come on baby, pose for me. Roll over and let me see that sexy ass. Oh yea, now stick it up, arch your back, show me that sweet ass. Now spread your cheeks and let me see your pussy. Oh baby, that's so hot!" I was still so high and under Colt's spell, that I did everything he told me to. I posed for him in every slutty position he wanted me in. After about 10 minutes he stopped taking pics and was typing something on his phone. The sun was up by now, but neither one of us could sleep. We were too wired. Instead, we snuggled together on the bed. Colt opened his laptop and we started viewing some of the shows he had done. In everyone he was very obviously fucked up, and I watched him hit the pipe and the brown bottle many times as well as snort lines, including one off the large black dick of Dante. In one of the videos he had a needle stuck in his arm by another guy, a real muscular guy, but I couldn't see his face because he had a spandex hood on with only eye holes visible. I watched as he released the band from Colt's arm, and Colt raised his arm in the air, quickly followed by him coughing and doing some real deep breaths, fully expanding his strong chest. He laid back on the bed and ran his hands all over his body, playing with his nips and squeezing his cock through his jockstrap as he panted, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," over and over again. Then I noticed another man in the video, also very muscular and also with a spandex hood on. The two guys tied off each others arms, stuck the needles into each other and soon had their hands in the air and coughing too. "Are you ready slut?" Asked the first guy. "Oh God yes!" Replied Colt. "Show them your pussy bitch!" The man ordered Colt. He turned his ass to the camera and spread his cheeks, exposing his brown hole. "Now look over your shoulder and look into the camera. Tell them what you want. Tell them you want your faggot jock pussy fucked hard! Beg for it you pathetic cumdump whore!" "Please!" Whined Colt. "I need it so bad. I need my hungry jock pussy to be fucked! PLEASE! Oh God, stick your cock in me. Use my jock hole, use my pathetic faggot cumdump jock hole, PLEASE! I need it!" The guy moved onto the bed and moved Colt so he was sideways to the camera on his hands and knees, his big muscular body on display. He lined up his cock, which was probably a good 8 inches, to Colt's ass. The other guy grabbed Colt's hair and turned his face to the camera, sticking a brown bottle under his nose. Colt took some deep breaths. "What's your name slut?" He demanded. "Colt." The man raised his hand and smacked Colt hard across his face. "Your full name, you stupid jock bitch." " Colton Sawyer Cooper!" He exclaimed as he continued to hit the bottle. "How old are you?" "18!" "And what do you want?" "Cocks! I want cocks in my holes filling me with their cum!" With that, the man at Colt's ass grabbed his hips and slammed himself into Colt's asshole. Colt's face grimaced at first before a pleasurable smile crossed it. "Oh yea, that's it! Gimme that big cock! Fuck my jock pussy!" The man at his head stuck a fat 7" cock into Colts mouth and started fucking his face. The two masked men spit roasted Colt as hard as they could. The fucking continued for at least two hours as the two men would trade places back and forth and use Colt in every position they could. We didn't watch every second of it, we fast forwarded a bit, but we watched most of it. One of my favourite shows of his involved what I learned was called Bukake. Colt was on his knees with his hands cuffed to his ankles behind his back. He also had a leather collar with a leash. 20 men surrounded him ranging in age from young to old with all kinds of different bodies, and every man wore a Zorro like mask. The men would use the leash to yank Colt toward their cocks, and he would eagerly devour each one. A metal spreader was placed in Colt's mouth and stretched wide. Someone took a wrapped up bandana and poured poppers on it, then placed it across Colt's nostrils, tying it behind his head. Then they really started to mouth rape him. They would grab his hair and slam their cocks down his throat. I could see Colt's throat expand every time one of those cocks was rammed down it. Every so often one of the guys would yank Colt's head back and pour some fresh poppers on the bandana before another cock was jammed down his throat. Colt became noticeably disoriented. His half closed eyes looked crossed and he couldn't hold his head up by himself. The men would hold it up by his hair as his throat was raped nonstop. The second they let go, his head would flop down, only to be yanked back up again. This lasted for 45 minutes before the metal stretcher was removed from Colt's mouth. His head was pushed back and he was only being supported by the collar around his neck. He tried to form words, but only gibberish came out. Then, the men started cumming as they jerked off around the helpless jock. Even as fucked up as he was, when the first man started shooting, Colt instinctively opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. The man aimed his first shot right into Colt's mouth before coating his face with the rest. Man after man followed suit, shooting first in Colt's mouth, then all over his face. Soon Colt's entire face was coated in cum. It was all over his hair and ran down his neck and dripped onto his chest. When the last man came all over Colt, the man holding the leash let go and Colt collapsed, falling back onto the floor. The camera then moved in closer and someone had dropped another sign on to the floor giving Colt's full name, his phone number and his age. The camera didn't move as it got a clear shot of his information in the same frame as his fucked up cum covered face. Oh man was my dick hard! Then the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock and it was now 2:00. Time flies when your high. I watched as Colt jumped out of the bed and walked to the door, and as his magnificent ass left the room, my brain didn't register that he was still buck naked. He returned a couple minutes later with two equally naked guys, and both equally hot. One was a redhead with whiter than white skin, and the other was a brunette with a deep dark tan. Both were built like a brick shit house. I grabbed the covers and pulled them over myself. The red head laughed. "You said he might be a bit shy." "Austin," said Colt, "these are buddies of mine. Ron (the redhead raised his hand) and Billy (who also gave a little wave). You might recognize them from the show with the two masked guys." I totally recognized their bodies now, and actually looked at their cocks, which were impressive even soft. "And why are they here?" I inquired. Colt sat down next to me. He put his arm around me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "They're here to have some fun with us baby." He whispered in my ear. I saw Billy open a case that he had been carrying and pull out a few syringes. "I told them I had a brand new cock slut, and they wanted to come help break you in." "I, I don't know Colt." I said. "Come on baby." Colt cooed into my ear. "You said you would do anything for me. You said you were my little cock slut. I want this baby. Do it for your brother." As he was saying those words into my ear, I was falling further under his spell. I tried one more time to object as Billy was wrapping a band around my bicep. "Sshhhhh." Colt whispered in my ear as he put a finger up to my lips, silencing me. "Just do it baby. I love you so much, do it for me." He put his hand on my hard cock, and I knew I was lost in him. I felt the cool alcohol rub on my arm as Colt kissed me. Then I felt a slight prick, and a few seconds later, Billy was removing the band. He raised up my arm and then, BAM! It hit me like a bull at the rodeo. I fell back onto the bed as I coughed a few times, my ears ringing. Then I took some deep breaths as I felt a rush like no other fly through my body. "That's a good boy." Colt whispered as he rubbed my chest. "Just do what your brother tells you." My chest burned where he touched me as I watched Ron and Billy remove bands from their arms. Then they too coughed a bit then climbed on the bed. I felt hands all over me as lips touched mine. Lips that were not Colt's. I opened my mouth and a new tongue entered it as I felt like I was floating off into space. After what seemed like forever, the hands and lips pulled off me and I was being rolled over. "Hands and knees, slut!" I heard Ron order me as he pulled my hips up. I moved into position and almost immediately felt a cock sliding into my ass. I groaned as I felt his pubes rub against my tender hole. Then he held onto my hips and started fucking me. I looked over and saw Colt sitting in a chair, stroking his cock as he watched. "Oh yea!" He said. "Fuck that bitch! Pound that little sluts hole. Oh baby, you're gonna get fucked so much today. These guys can fuck for hours. And you're gonna take it all. Come on whore, arch your back. Stick your ass out. Show these guys how much you want their cocks!" I did as he told me and something inside me was unleashed. "Fuck yea!" I hollered. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Come on, give me your cock. I want you to fuck me like the bitch I am!" I could see Colt smile and I knew I was pleasing him, and that made me happy. He didn't lie, these guys could fuck for hours. For three hours, non stop, these two guys pounded my hole, in every imaginable position. Colt just watched the whole time, hitting the pipe occasionally and feeding me poppers. Sometimes he would let me take a couple of hits off the pipe as my cunt was drilled mercilessly. "Oh yea you little meth whore." He would say. "Suck on that pipe slut. Suck on it like the whore you are while your pussy gets pounded and filled with cum!" At one point, he held my head in his lap as he covered my nose and mouth with a popper soaked rag. I passed out a couple of different times, only to regain conciousness and see the guys had switched who was fucking me. And boy did I get filled with cum! 4 loads before the guys finally finished with me. After Colt let them out, he came back to where I was laying, too fucked out to even move. Despite still being high as fuck, my ass was sore, and as Colt raised up my legs, I let out a feeble objection. "Shut up slut!" He demanded. "You're gonna take my cock bitch. Your slutty little meth hole isn't done yet!" I moaned as his fat cock stretched my sore hole, but he didn't stop until he was buried in me. "Your sloppy cunt feels so good all loose and wet with 4 loads in it! You were a very good boy today. I'm very proud of you." He praised me. And as he did, what little pain I was feeling in my ass went away, and it was replaced with a hunger for more pounding. Pounding from the man I loved. "Fuck yea Colt!" I cried out. "Fuck my hole! Fuck my slutty little meth hole!" Colt fucked me with all his might as he verbally degraded me and I begged for more of it. He spit on my face and slapped me while he called me a whore, a slut, a worthless cumdump, a little faggot meth bitch. And I loved it! Finally, after another half hour of his hard fucking he finally said, "Oh yea baby, here it comes! Here comes another load in your nasty little fuckhole! Take it bitch! Take your brothers load!" "Fuck yea!" I shouted as he buried himself in me and I felt his enormous cock throb. "Gimmie that load! Fucking breed my faggot meth whore cunt!" As I said those words, my cock also shot off and I grabbed Colt and held him tight as the orgasm rocked my body. He collapsed onto me breathing hard as I held him tight, never wanting to let go. "God damn, I love you, you son of a bitch!" I whispered into his ear. He just laughed as he kissed me deeply.

I have had a FB for about the last eight years who is hung - guessing 9x6. He's fucked me hundreds of times and I normally end up on my back with my knees to my chest. He almost always gives me an anal orgasm when he fucks me like this. I don't shoot my load but I feel waves of involuntary pleasure. It typically goes on for several minutes and I usually shake from it. He serves up amazing dick.

No, this is not a story of how I knocked up some bimbo. It’s about this dude I met a few years ago. After he converted due to the toxic loads I dumped in him I started calling him my AIDS baby and he started calling me his AIDS daddy. We met online for the first time I guess about four years ago. He was 25 years old at the time and quite a hot dude. Decent body, 6’ tall, brown hair and an absolute looker, looked quite innocent, though that was deceiving. Behind those green eyes he was hiding a very slutty mind. We chatted a few times and I found out he was an airline steward living in a town some 30 miles from me, so not too far. He learned that I’m poz and quite toxic which turned the little slut on to no end. Unfortunately due to his erratic flying schedule it was difficult to arrange a hook up quickly. One time we were chatting on skype and he told me he just got fucked by some barebacker and the fresh cum was still in his ass, held there by his dildo. I was a bit sceptical at first but then he turned on his cam and climbed up on his chair, dildo sticking out from his ass. He pushed the dildo’s suction cup onto the chair and started fucking himself on it for several minutes. Finally he pulled his ass up from the dildo and I could see the cum leaking from his open hole onto the chair. Then the little slut bend over and started licking it up. After this little show I was convinced he was an absolute cum addickted fuck slut and decided he needed to get AIDS, which he agreed to enthusiastically. We were finally able to arrange our first meeting a few weeks later. He just got his latest test result which confirmed he was still clean. I went to his town where he picked me up at the train station. When I got in his car he immediately started sucking my cock as I had ordered him. After a few minutes I told him to head over to his place and a few minutes later we arrived at his apartment complex. As soon as we entered his place I ripped his track pants from his ass and pushed him down on his knees. I forced my hard cock down his throat which he really didn’t like but who cares about what a bitch wants? Then I shoved him to the bed, tied him up and forcibly spread his legs apart. I told the bitch “I’m gonna ram my toxic AIDS cock up your ass you little slut.”, then I pushed it all the way in, only using a few drops of spit as lube. The little slut was clearly hurting and terrified, I could see it in his wide open eyes and I loved every second of that fuck. I just kept pumping that sweet ass while he was begging me to stop. I just told him I wouldn’t and that he knew that was the reason I tied him up in the first place. Finally I spewed my venomous load deep in his guts. After keeping him tied up a while longer I released him and ordered him to keep my toxic cum in his fuck hole all night long. When he drove me back to the train station he was quite subdued. I guess the little bitch was terrified that he really did get pozzed. You know what they say “Be careful what you wish for, you might just get IT.”. The next morning he told me that he did as I ordered and kept my venom in his ass all night long and that it leaked out of his fuckhole in the morning. As you can imagine this really turned me on, seeing there was a good chance he’s convert. A few days later he told me he got a herpes infection in his ass from me and that it hurt like hell. I was overjoyed about this since it was a good sign and his chances of converting would be boosted by this for sure.

Fake Bareback Porn Cast (Part 2) Tim ‘s and Sydney’s real names were not important. They hardly ever used them anyway. Two days Sydney called me again. “BareRapeEnterprises. Sydney speaking. Is this Jake?” he asked me, with his melodic voice. “Yes. Good Morning Sydney. I hope you got good news for me” I tried not to sound desperately. “Well, I think I do. Your casting was approved by our production team. They think you are good material to work with and would like to use you in one scene of our projects.” he explained. “Did you already get tested? We need to know, if you are HIV negative?” he asked me. I told him, that the test was done and I was waiting for the results, but I should get it the other day. I was 100 % sure it would be negative, I added. “Very good. I will give you an address now. We will shoot the scene at the old station outside the town. It is quite rural there, but this is what our customers like the most.” he said and told me to write down the address and to be there at 5 o’clock in the afternoon. Sydney told me, they would explain more about the scene and the story tomorrow. “Will I be part of a gangbang?” I asked a bit frightened. “No – we decided you will be filmed getting fucked by two tops. It is only sex you know?” he answered. “Don’t worry… Tim will film and I will assist him. You will do just fine, and even if you don’t like the looks of the two other actors, just think of the 200 dollars. Easy money for you.” he tried to sound cheerful. The two other ‘actors’ were two guys who ‘bought’ me to infect me with the virus. They paid Sydney and Tim 10.000 Dollars to rape fuck a twink and infect him with the bug. The filmed material would be edited by us and would be given to the costumers later. So it was not only the idea, of breeding and infecting a young lad, but also to keep the memorable moment on film. Of course I was unaware of those agreements. For me it was the first time to be filmed as a porn actor. For them it was because of the profit. There are guys willing to pay a good price, to get this service. I had to take the bus and then use my bike also , to reach the old station, just outside the town. I wanted to be on time and so I arriver at around 4 PM at the ruins. Tim and Sydney were already there. I saw several places, where headlights had been arranged in various places. They greeted me warmly and asked me if I would be here by bike. I nodded and felt a bit embarrassed, that I was not able to afford a car yet. “We could use that in the story line. He could ride with his bike and at this place the two others will storm out of the ruins over there and tear him down from his bike.” Sydney suggested. “Yes, and Tony and Stuart will overwhelm Jake here and beat him up a bit…. drag him over there…. and there we can film the rape” Tim smiled happily. I listened to their conversations. I would be filmed in a rape scene. This would be exciting for sure. ‘Tony and Stuart’ were a union in real life. They were both tops and both extremely toxic. Being quite wealthy it was fun for them to pay Tim and Sydney to lure guys like me into this situation, to poz and destroy me. But little did I know…. and so the producer told me a bit about the story line over all. “Well Jake…. excited hm?” he smiled at me. “You will meet two guys any minute. They are actors for our company for quite a while and they will lead the scene. You don’t have to worry a thing. Just be open for them and play along.” he advised me. “This will be a rape scene… you guessed that already, hm?” he grinned. “We, at BareRapeEnterprises, take our company name really serious. We make high quality porn and we make it realistic. So it is totally okay if you scream and shout. Since you are a newcomer to this…. a rape scene is always a bit brutal, you know? We need the realism for our customers. Don’t hold back any emotion you feel. If you feel pain then cry and beg for mercy.” he suggested to me. “We won’t stop the filming very often. We want to create one story line. The people should feel like this for real. And we know you are probably not accustomed being roughly used like that. Keep your focus on the money – and if you are doing a good scene here….. We are filming the whole week in your area at rural locations like these…. who knows, maybe you will get booked for other rape scenes too” he mentioned. “That sounds great – I would love to get more chances to get filmed” I replied, thinking of the cash only. “Do you have your test result with you?” Sydney asked. I nodded and handed it to him. “Thanks…. we will put this in your personal file – it will be probably flashed along with the results of the other actors in the beginning of the film, to give the right impression” Sydney claimed. “We got some other stuff for you to wear, I think I got the right size for you” Sydney smirked. He handed me a jeans shorts, which was way too small for me and a t-shirt which was also too small. Sydney explained to me, that this would look better in the movie, so I started to undress my stuff. “Did you prepare yourself?” he asked me. “We at BareEnterprises suggest you let us take care of the preparations, such as lubing you up” he stated. Since I was nude already he went to another bag and got a bottle of lube out of it. He told me to spread my ass cheeks and let him do the rest. It was a funny feeling, that a guy, who actually didn’t want sex with me, would use his fingers now to lube me up for the real sex event. Little did I know, that Sydney’s index fingers had sharpened fingernails. With them he penetrated me and tried to make me bleed internal. I moaned a bit. It felt good, but it did hurt also. I complained about it, but he said, due to my inexperience it would be hurtful and of course he needed to be a little bit rough, since the penetrations would be extremely rough for me. So this should warm me up, for the things still to come. While I got fingered the other two actors arrived. They were in their 40’s and quite good looking. Maybe a bit raw-boned. They watched Sydney prepare me and rubbed their bulges already. “How old is ‘it’?” he asked Tim. “18” he answered. “Here is his test result. Three days old. He is negative” Tim added. Tony and Stuart wore black shirts and leather jackets and black leather pants. I could already see, that the two blokes were good amplified in the lower department. Their bulges seemed to be huge and they were already grabbing their crotches to keep their dicks hard. “Well Jake, why don’t sit down here in front of us, while I explain some of the important stuff to our star rapists?” he advised me and pushed me down. The bulges of the other two actors seemed bigger from underneath. While Tim talked to the other guys Sydney suggested, I could already massage Tony and Stuart. This way, I would know what to expect later on and since the Fluffer-boy had called in sick, it would help the guys to hold their erection also. That made sense and so without asking I began softly to massage both other actors through their leather pants. They looked down at me and listened to Tim’s instructions. Something was strange about these two fellows. They didn’t seem to care about me very much. They haven’t said ‘Hi’ to me at all. They grinned down at me, while I kept on squeezing their dicks softly. Sydney mentioned in between, that he had already prepared my asshole successfully. This meant, I was bleeding now, but for me it was just the information, that I was lubed up. Both tops nodded. Then I got dressed up. I was able to pull the jeans almost up to the waist, but it was just too small. I was not even able to button up completely. This way you would see my prominent basket and my ass cheeks were visible. The same went for the shirt. You could even see my bellybutton. Sydney explained again, this way I would look hot sexy and it would make the whole story more believable. If a faggot in this gear bikes alone at this abandoned station, it is only natural he would get raped. “Right… cool” I said. They thought about those little details. I never even imagined this would be important at all. Sydney laughed and said, that was the reason why he was in the management, while I would get used the way it would happen now. I was determined to do my best, in the hope to get other video offers from Tim. Tony and Stuart were given motorcycle masks. After putting them on, I could only see their eyes and their mouths. The rest of their faces were covered. They looked even more dangerous now and my heart started beating faster. Sydney opened up a can. There were pills in it and he offered me one. “What is that good for?” I asked and added that I wouldn’t do drugs. “It’s not a drug. It is only for your stamina. You will be able to enjoy the attention of both tops. This scene was a rape scene after all. It has to be realistic….” he advised. “Give him only half of the pill. We want him defenseless… not unconscious!” Tim ordered harshly. So I was given half of the dose and swallowed it with a sip of water. After a couple of minutes I felt a bit dizzy and I was not able to follow the conversation any longer. Sydney warned Tim, I would react strongly to half of the pill. So they helped me to get up and accompanied me to the spot, where they would start filming. I was supposed to drive from there, just a couple of meters. Then I would be attacked. “Just let it emerge naturally…. don’t feel ashamed to scream out…. beg and plead with them to spare you, when you are on the ground…. try to get up and run away to the next spot…. there we will film the main action” he reminded me. “We plan to let the video cam roll the whole time. We will edit scenes, if we need to rearrange something…. ok? Let’s do it. Action!” he commanded and with that I started rolling slowly with my bike downhill. All of a sudden I saw a shadow emerge from parts of the ruin. Another guy followed him. They stopped my bike and threw me off to the ground. “Faggot – what are you doing here on our property! This is a faggot free environment.” the shouted out at me. I hurt myself falling from my bike and I was bleeding on my right knee. This sudden attack scared me, although I knew it was just a scene in a porn movie. But the guys were so realistic. Both ripped my shirts apart. I screamed frightened. I was slept several times and although I was dizzy before, now my whole body was alerted. “Look at this cunt…. look he can’t even close his pants.” they insulted me. I got kicked from one guy. It was Tony I think, because he was the taller one. He kicked me in my butt so hart. He even aimed at my back and when I tried to roll around to cover my back he had no problem kicking me in my stomach. “No…. wait…. please…. please stop….. STOP!” I screamed. Stuart grabbed me by my hair and hauled me into the ruins. My bicycle was picked up and thrown into the fields. I tried to grab Stuarts fist, to get free from him. But he held my shock of hair in an iron grip and dragged me more and more into the abandoned place. “PLEASE…. what are you doing…. I can’t owwwww….. Don’t do this to me please…..” I screamed at the top of my lungs. When Stuart released me I was crawling into a corner of the almost destroyed room. Totally confused I tried to hide myself and looked at the cam telling Tim it was tough… “Man… can you guys be less brutal please…..” I almost hyperventilated “Please guys…. give me a break please….. Ow…. OOoooowwww” I got kicked again from Stuart and so I tried to avoid the kicks. “Tim….. TIM….. Please” I almost cried. Tim shouted out loud to go on with the action. Everything disturbing the scene would be edited later. Tony entered the scene. He discarded my bike but now he was standing next to Stuart and both guys were breathing heavily and I could see their cold eyes looking down at me. Both massaged their cocks while they told me what a cheap slut I was. “Look at this fucking whore…. you knew what you were going to, when you passed our property and now it is time to pay” Tony snarled dangerously. “Please…. I’ll do… I’ll do anything…. just don’t hit me. Please…. PLEAAASEEEE?” I screamed. “Please….. Don’t please…. no…. oh God” I tried to avoid the kicks that were raining down on me. I didn’t know where to turn. I got kicked into my chest, when I tried to get up. I got kicked to the sides of my body. No matter how hard I tried to protect myself, I had no chance, since both guys were fast in changing their position. There was no escape. So I tried to be appear smaller than I actually was. Suddenly the kicking stopped. Both leather tops started to remove their thick leather belts and I knew what was coming. They beat me with their belts and showed no mercy. All I knew, they would stop soon, since this was a porn movie and this meant the fucking scene would start…. then this whole foreplay would come to an end. “Do you like the way my belt makes love to you?” Tony asked me breathlessly. I did not reply. I was too busy with the pain. I just grunted like a wounded animal. Their arms didn’t tire. They kept on beating my chest, my back, my stomach, my legs and since I wore my jeans still, my ass and my groin area had been spared up to now. “Tim…. Sydney…. Please make them stop…. Tony…. Stuart….. have mercy please…. I can’t take anymore” I cried. Eventually they probably felt pity for me, because the beating stopped. But they still held the belts in one of their fists. “Get on your knees filthy pig and open our pants” Tony said without remorse. “Suck our dicks you faggot. That’s what you were born to. To suck on alpha males you low life” Stu added this command. I looked up to them. I couldn’t believe they really stopped beating me. I tried to get up fast to my knees, but my whole body was aching. Slowly I got up and tried to look at them, in case they changed their minds and would hurt me again. But they stood only there with their legs apart with huge bulges in each of their pants. “Yes…. yes…. thanks you… I will… will… suck you good….. I will drain your balls…. I will do anything….. ANYTHING….. for you. But please don’t hurt me anymore. I tried to smile at both guys, but the pain made it unbearably. “Can we make a break Tim…. please…. I need something to drink.” I pleaded and so the director called ‘Cut’ and I felt safe again.

I fuck guys that are not my type ALL the time. I am physically attracted to a wide variety of guys but I find that 95% of the men I casually fuck are men who I would never even consider dating and I never put my mouth on them (no oral, no kissing). To me, they're just a hole to unload in. The reason I like those guys is that they're so fucking hungry for that dick and cum, they'll do almost anything. They really appreciate that fuck and show it. That doesn't mean I haven't had amazing sex with hot guys before, but there's something about ugly guys that's slightly more exciting. You know you can use them anyway you want and not feel bad or worry about impressing them or scaring them away.

As a cum dump bottom, it's not my place to have a choice of who unloads inside me. That being said, my type leans towards any guys with a hard cock. When I am in slut mode (most of the time), I want as many hard cocks and raw loads as I can get. One load in me is a start, but ending the night with cum leaking out of my ass and down my leg is a good day.