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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.

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 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.”

This morning I awoke in a bed that wasn't mine, the sun shining through the curtains. To my left a hairy chest, and a musky pit. I could tell something was different. A stiff silence in the room, a wave of tingles, and an immediate erection. For in my mind I could see it so clearly, so precisely. It started at the bar, when this man approached me in the bathroom. The stank of whiskey exploded in my face as he grabbed my mouth, pushing his tongue into mine. With such strength and authority he kissed me - deepening himself into my throat. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, showing me his biohazard scorpion tattoo. I remember how my cock changed from limp to rock hard in an instant. He noticed this of course, all I had were basketball shorts and a shirt. He pulled my head close, slicking his tongue in and out of my ear, priming my primal desires. "I am going to set you free tonight, and you're going to let me. Isn't that right?" I nodded my head frantically. He pulled my body to the door, moving aside to slap my ass on the way out. The man lead me outside and down the street a block to an apartment. Leading the way as he instructed, I climbed the stairs, heart pounding, cock throbbing, mind racing. He slapped my ass, grabbed it, and stuck his hand down my shorts to get his fingers in my sweaty hole on the way. In his apartment he immediately stripped off my clothes and shoved me to his bed. He ripped his belt off like he was starting a lawn mower, pants hitting the floor instantly. His gargantuan cock swung in the air, oozing goo. He pushed me back, lifting my legs high in the air. The man handed me a brown bottle, and gave me time to breath in the sweet burn. Lubed up, he pressed that monster up against my incredibly tight hole. I felt the relaxation wash over me, and he began to burrow slowly in my virgin hole. I was amazed at how it felt as he began to pry open my walls. I had only topped and it was instantly clear to me that this felt so amazing. He continued slowly, opening me more and more, sliding the head in deeper each time. It wasn't long until he decided to fill me with his entire length in one sure thrust. Deep, painful, pleasureful, and downright sinful. I took every thrust, moaning loudly into his pillow. Tears rolled down my cheeks in pure joy as I opened up and relaxed further, a true alpha male digging deep and planting a seed. He continued for over and hour and a half, wailing on my hole until it was useless and loose. Staring at his gorgeous work, he slammed it right back in thrusting faster, deeper, and harder. The sensation was so intense I thought I was going to puke. As he trusted harder, it began to grow painful, but this didn't last as he let out a loud moan, emptying his cock 9 inches into my negative hole. Each throb, each twitch, more cum leaked out inside me. As he sat there shaking in ecstasy, it made me cum all over as well, spraying everything near by. The man pulled out slowly, as to save every last drop. He placed his finger as far as he could in my hole, rotating it around, spreading his love to every surface inside me. To finish the deal, he took his finger nail and left one long, jagged scrape inside me - inviting his bugs into my heart and more importantly my soul. "Welcome, Brother. You will make a fine gifted and do me proud." So yes, I woke up in a strangers bed, and my actions are deafening. But I know that I went from having a cock between my legs, to having a weapon. For today, I now bring chaos into this world. For now, I will be known as Apep, The Gifter of Chaos. Like with a pig for part 2.

I started off pretty innocent, all things said. I'd made it all the way through college without getting high once, not even pot. My oldest brother was a serious stoner and dropped out of college, and I never wanted to hear my parents talk about me in the way they did about him. So I was a model child - straight As and drug-free. Right up until I was 23. I'd known I was kinky. My first sexual experiences was jerking off while smelling the undershirts and briefs of my uncles. I'd sneak in and steal jocks from the football locker room in high school. In college, I experimented more, and was 100% sure I was a submissive. I longed for a Dom, but was often too shy to do anything about it. Anyways, after graduating college and joining the "real world", I'd moved to Atlanta and started hooking up here and there. And on one particular Friday, I decided to make a fantasy of mine come true: I wanted to have a guy piss in me after coming. I got online and went to NKP and made a post. I was honest about things - what I was looking for, etc. I got a few responses from men who were definitely offering more than I was interested in, either by partying or they were poz or whatnot. I longed for the darkness they offered, but I wasn't there. I waited for something more my speed. It finally came in the response from a profile that could have been tailor made for me. Nice older black man, in his early 40s, muscular from work, and not a gym, negative and didn't mention drugs in his profile at all. Nick sounded perfect. "hey there, cutie. I see you're looking for something specific tonight". I replied that I was; it had been a fantasy of mine. We chatted a bit more, talking about my interests and limits. Yes, we could do bondage. Yes to oral. Yes that I while I didn't bareback, I knew I'd have to for this. And the big one, no, I didn't use any drugs. Nick said he was in, told me to get myself cleaned out and come over to his place about 8:30pm. I headed over and pulled into his driveway about 8:20. I texted him and he said to come on inside, the door was unlocked. He wanted me to strip and kneel when I got inside. I did so, and then Nick walked into the foyer. He was everything his profile showed and then some. I was smitten just seeing him walking towards me in nothing but a pair of well worn jeans. Nick had a smooth solid chest, tightly curled black hairs covering his chest, and I could see his pubes just above the waistline of his low-fitting jeans. Everything about Nick was my type. "Damn, you are one pretty little white boy," he drawled. His accent was much deeper than my own. "Um...thank you, Sir. Most men think I'm a little too femme." "No worries about that, boy. I like you girly ones even better." He was standing over me and I was shaking like a leaf looking up at him. "Don't be nervous. I can see you shaking. I'll make this good for you." Nick reached around and gathered my long hair up in his hand and held on. He started walking away, pulling on my hair and making me stumble forward on all fours and struggle to crawl behind him to keep up. "That's right, on your knees and trailing after me like a good boy. You was made for this." In the middle of Nick's living room he had a low ottoman and he led me over to it. "Lay your chest over it, boy, with your hands behind your back." I did as he told and he gathered up my wrists and I could feel the roughness of a jute rope wrapping around them and tying them together. "I like to use rope that leaves a mark, boy. This way you'll remember you were bound at my mercy for a few days later....every time you see these marks." I tried to adjust my wrists to get comfortable, "don't struggle too much boy or you'll sure to mark up your wrists and rub em raw. Make sure you can move and feel your fingers. I don't want them too tight." I did as told and let him know they were OK. "Now, lets get these shoes and jeans off". While I was draped over his stool, Nick went about undressing me from the waist down. I was wearing a cute pair of lacy purple thongs and Nick told me how sexy they were and how he was going to leave them on me. He settled back behind me and I sort of relaxed into the ottoman holding my weight, and Nick started rubbing my ass and my hole. I felt him dribble some lube on my crack and jumped at the coldness. "Settle down now!" Nick yelled at me and gave a powerful smack on my ass that had almost had me crying from the start. "I don't want to hear nothing from you, boy, while I work you open. You aren't nearly ready for my cock, so you shut the fuck up and give me your ass to open!" He brutally shoved 2 fingers in all the way to the knuckles right away. I yelped and got another heavy slap on my ass. "Do I need to gag you to shut you up?!"...."No, Sir....I'll be quiet and good." Nick played with my hole....2 fingers....and then a 3rd....then two fingers from each hand and pulling my hole apart. I struggled to keep quiet, because Nick was absolutely not going easy with any of it, but I did. I wanted his cock and piss inside me, and if I had to suffer a little to get it, I would. Working my hole with 3 fingers, I heard Nick lubing up something behind me...and I just assumed it was his cock. But next thing I know, he's moved to my side, has one hand holding my bound wrists in my back and holding me down. His fingers are stretching me wide as he fucks them in and out of me. "Now, faggot, you take this quietly, and don't tell me 'no' or to stop, and you'll get my piss inside you. You pussy out and cry or beg me to stop and I will, and I'll send your ass home." "Yes, Sir, I understand". With that, he removed his fingers and a few seconds later, I felt something hard and blunt pushing my hole. "This is bigger than my fingers, faggot, but you need to wear this to get ready for my cock. Take it like a good hole...like the good hole you said you are." I accepted the tip, but it flared large fairly quickly and started stretching me beyond what Nick had already prepped me for. He knew the moment when I began to struggle because his hand clamped tightly around my wrists and his entire arm held me in place. "Not a fucking sound from you, faggot!". He growled at me and applied more pressure. I was trembling underneath them and fighting to keep from crying out as he pushed it deeper....when I thought I was about to tear into, I felt it pop in, and my ass clinched up around it. "Such a good faggot. Stayed good and quiet, too". Nick was rubbing my back and down my over my ass...jostling the plug a little just because. He paused for a moment and wiped his hands on a towel he had ready, and moved around in front of me. He lifted my head and brushed the tears on my face away. "Here, take a few hit of these and relax....your hole knows it has what it wants and it'll accept it." Nick held an open bottle of poppers under my nose, and I did 4 deep inhales on his instruction....four on the left side and hold....then release....then 4 on the right side and hold....then release. By the time that last exhale the poppers were hitting me hard, and I could relax some around the large plug in my hole. I didn't think I'd ever had anything that big inside me. "You look so pretty, Chase, bent over my stool....wearing my ropes.....crying for me." It was the first time he'd said my name, and I felt like the best boy in the world. "Now, you said you could deep throat, right pretty boy?"...I nodded "Yes, Sir". He gave a low growl and said, "that's exactly what I wanted to hear. Here, have some more poppers and then I want to feel your throat around my cockhead."

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.

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.”

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 4 I followed Mike down the hallway, watching those muscled glutes framed in the black straps of his jock move with every step he took. I realized the extent of Mike’s therapy... He was a two totally different men in that hard body. On we went... instinctively walking down the long corridor until we reached the door. I was expecting him to open it, but he turned and started to inspect me... his fingers roamed over my body until they slipped inside me. I inhaled deeply... my skin now on fire from the meth clouds I had been fed. “Fuck yeh...” Grunting in approval, he tightened my harness... my pecs now pushed up and out even more... He moved to face me and smiled, cupping my pecs with both hands. “Sam...” he whispered, taking my tit in his mouth and biting. I groaned at the pleasure in my tit vibrating through my pecs and concentrating in my cunt. Slowly, he chewed on it until I couldn't take it any longer. I fell to my knees. My tit now throbbing, I looked up into Mike’s slightly dilated eyes staring down at me. All I could do was beg as blood rushed back into my tit... “Please...” He nodded and, seemingly out of nowhere, produced a leash he connected to my collar. I groaned at the need to serve filling my mind... “Oh fuck, yeh!” I could hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall... I turned and saw Bry leading his leashed sub towards me. Shoving his cock into the sub’s mouth and using it like a cunt, he growled... “You look good like that, bro. I only wish I could have collared and led you out the shed away from your fucking dad that night.” “Fuck yeh! Bry! I would have left with you. Why didn’t you...” I moaned, seeing the sub’s dripping fat cock jutting up and over the waistband of his jock. I stayed there... watching Bry’s thick cock disappear into the hungry mouth with every thrust. "Fuck, bro... You weren’t ready.” he grunted, shoving his steel-hard cock into the sub’s smooth cunt. “What do you mean... not ready?” I moaned, carefully studying the sub taking my best friend’s cock. My eyes settled on the ripped sub... the sight of the perfect arch of his back... The words ‘present cunt’ came rushing to me. I knew what I had to do. I was going to transform my body into that. “Yep, bro... you’re gonna be beautiful...” Bry snarled, taking the fucking to a new level. “Fuuck me,” I groaned, watching the sub starting to push back onto Bry’s cock to meet every thrust. Like a beacon, the sounds of the savage rutting drew the others. We were again surrounded by the leathered gods watching Bry take what was his. With every thrust, his cock invaded the well-trained cuntboy. Then I heard it... the same sound I heard that night in the shed come out of Bry’s mouth as he shot his thick load. “Goddamn fuck!” A roar of approval filled the hallway. Immediately, the sub moved off Bry’s cock and took it into his mouth. “Fuck yeh!” I growled, watching the sub on Bry’s cock... “Clean it!” “You’re learning, bro.” Bry chuckled, "But there’s one more thing... this one here needs to learn the one thing that you’ve never needed to learn.” “What do you mean, bro?” I nervously asked. “Fuck bro... I saw you looking at my cock when we had to take a piss. At first, I thought it was just about my cock... Now you know I didn’t mind... but shit... Fuck, you paid more attention to it when I was pissing.” he laughed, stroking his sub’s cheeks. “Bry...” “S’ok, bro,” he said, looking down at the sub still on his cock. “It’s part of you... and it’ll be part of this one, too.” he growled, holding the sub’s head tightly and releasing his piss. “Goddamn yeh!” I moaned, watching the sub’s throat muscles tense as he drank from my best friend’s cock. Releasing the sub, Bry pushed him forward without a word. The sub made his way to me... Leaning in, he whispered in my ear... “You’re on your way.” he said, motioning to the door before our lips met. I felt Bry’s piss steaming into my mouth... Craving it, I swallowed the ever-increasing flow. ‘But how,’ I thought... Suddenly, I could feel a cock in my mouth and my lips wrapped around it. I realized it was Mike’s... He was feeding me his chemmed-up piss. Lifting my eyes to his, I encouraged him to feed me... I held on tightly to his hips and took his entire cock. He quietly moaned as he stroked my cheeks... “Fuck, Sam, not just some messed up kid.” With his bladder finally empty, he pulled out of my mouth. I stayed there on my knees watching him approach the door and knock three times. Hearing no response, he took my leash, opened the door and led me into the room. As the door was closed and locked behind me, I looked to the center of the dimly lit room but struggled to see anything. Mike was moving behind me and the lights brightened until I was able to see another leather god standing in the middle of the room between two slings hanging side by side from the ceiling. I fell back at the now familiar sight... “Aww, fuck!” Doc stood there... booted legs apart, wearing a pair of skin-tight chaps bulging from around his muscled legs sitting below his sculpted abs... his ringed tits sparkled on his harnessed pecs. Taking in the thick leather band encircling Doc’s left bicep, my hand moved to my right bicep to feel the leather band. “Serve...” I thought. My eyes went down to the long black leather gauntlets encasing his arms before moving to his crotch. His semi-hard cock and full sac was surrounded by a thick metal band pushing them forward. I sighed, seeing him kitted out in the same gear as Bry. “Fuck yeh, serve...” “Yeah, boy... you will.” He picked up a packed pipe and handed it to me. Taking the pipe, I held it in my mouth while Mike knelt and lit the bowl. I inhaled deeply... wanting to fill my lungs with the thick meth cloud. Feeling the effects, I turned to Mike and leaned in to release it... “Fucking gonna serve...” I growled. “Serve...” Mike moaned, taking it deep into his lungs. Doc remained standing there watching us feed on each other until the last of the shards were gone. Dropping the pipe, Mike moved in and kissed me... our tongues invading each other’s mouth. My body was on fire... every touch of Mike’s hands on me burned. I reached out to explore his hard body... feeling his smooth muscled torso... with my fingertips. “So fuckin sexy...” I moaned, breaking from our kiss. “Fucking better than a thesis.” he whispered softly in my ear. “What?!” I whispered back, startled at what he just said. “Shh...” he mumbled and kissed me again. Doc chuckled, seeing the effects we had on each other. “Good boys, it’s time.” Immediately, we stopped what we were doing and faced him. Without another word, Mike stood and pulled on my leash... leading me to the leather covered fuck bench. I quickly got into position... face down, my cunt exposed and vulnerable... as Mike fastened my ankles first. Moving up my legs, I felt Mike’s hand run against my cunt before moving to my wrists. He bent down and smiled... “Shit Sam, I’m gonna have more of that hot cunt later when we’re alone...” he winked, securing the other wrist and signaling Doc I was ready. “Shit yeh, fuck me.” I begged, feeling Doc’s fingers examining my cunt. “Yes, boy...” Doc chuckled, placing two fingers inside me while motioning to Mike. I moaned... feeling Doc’s fingers expanding and contracting... stretching me out. My cunt now ached... wanting to be filled. Looking up, I saw Mike approach and stand in front of me... his jock gone. His ringed cock now hard and jutting from his smooth crotch. In his hand he held a syringe... I knew what that meant... I slowly growled, wanting it. “Mmmmm, yes...” Wrapping a tourniquet around my bicep, he prepped my arm. “Please!” “Yeah?” Mike quietly snickered. I nodded... Mike placed the needle at my bulging vein and expertly slipped it in and drew blood. “Fuck Sam, I didn’t know...” he whispered, pushing the chems into me. Releasing the tourniquet, Mike stood in front of me... his cock now within reach of my mouth. I growled and closed my eyes, feeling the chems rushing through my body as Doc took a long thick black dildo and began fucking me. “Goddamn it!” I slipped my lips over the Mike’s cock and teased it with my tongue. Feeling Mike’s hand on the back of my head, I ran my tongue along the underside of the shaft going down my throat. Opening my eyes, I looked up to see Mike carefully studying my reaction to the thrusting of his cock into my mouth. “Mmmhmmm...” I whimpered, acknowledging our secret. Seeing our interaction, Doc laughed and slipped the dildo deeper inside me and began pumping... it was inflatable! I gasped as it began to expand and spread my cunt lips wider. Mike’s thrusts began to increase until I felt his cock explode in the back of my throat and release a torrent of cum I greedily swallowed. My moans on the Mike’s deflating cock filled the room as the thickness of the dildo expanded in me. Looking up into Mike’s eyes, he smiled and released his piss and filled my mouth. I was loving it... The piss kept coming and I gulped it down, wanting every last fucking drop. Mike just stood there... watching me take it. Feeling the stream slow, he pulled out and showered me with the last few spurts of piss. Mike quietly growled, licking up the piss and sweat dripping from my face... “Fucking love, it, bro.” “AWWW FUCK!” I hissed, feeling Doc’s cock slide across the fattened dildo and spread me open hard and fast. “Do it!” My head went back from the pain. Mike reach for my tits with a sadistic smile and gripped them tightly. He started twisting and rolling them between his fingertips. “Fucking harder!” I begged, arching my back to take all of Doc. All I could think of was making Doc feel good and that did it... Doc’s cock hit my prostate and rolling waves of heat surrounded it. “Shit yes, boy... take it all!” Doc yelled out, pounding and pushing me forward into Mike’s tightly gripping hands. Holding onto my harness, Doc continued railing into me... pulling it completely out and then shoving it back down to the root. Mike just stood there, my tits in his hands. My eyes stayed on him... “Fuck yeh! Harder!” I kept begging Mike... feeling the pain in my cunt tighten even more around Doc. Doc’s breathing became hard, taking deep breaths with every thrust. Then I felt it... his cock expanding inside my cunt. “Mutherfuucckkk!” he yelled, his body shaking from the flood of cum pumping into me before falling on my back. Doc stayed in me as my tits continued to be tortured... the pain causing me to grip on the deflating cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled out. He stood there, holding his spent cock... a drop of cum visible in his piss slit. “Release him!” Doc snarled. Without a second thought, Mike released my tits and scrambled to free me from the bench. Finally set free, we both dropped in front of Doc’s slimy cock and cleaned it... our tongues fought for the slimy contents of my cunt until there was nothing left but our spit. I knew what was next... I looked up into Doc’s eyes and whimpered, wanting to taste Doc’s piss. Doc stood above us with a steel-hard gaze and grabbed my jaw, forcing it open and steaming hot piss rushed from his cock slit. The first rush hit my chin and then rose to my open mouth. “AWWW Fuck!” I moaned, trying to swallow. Remembering Mike next to me, I grabbed him by the neck and pulled under the piss stream still coming from Doc. Doc laughed... “Fuckers... you want to share don’t you.” We started nodding and moaning, letting him know it was true. At that moment, Mike and I were bonded... No matter what’s happened between us, we served Doc. Doc stood back and his piss started covering both of us, spraying our bodies. The hot piss rushed down, glazing us in a bright sheen as it gathered around us on the floor. I was hypnotized, watching it drip over Mike’s smooth muscled body. We started rubbing and wiping the piss with our hands over each other. When the last drops finally dripped from Doc’s cock, he stepped back... “Goddamn sweet piss boys... clean yourselves up.” We happily started lapping the piss off each other... our tongues covering each other’s bodies and exploring every nook and cranny. Moving to my ear, Mike licked the drop on my earlobe and whispered... “Shit Sam... I’m definitely gonna remember this.” I moaned, taking his head in both my hands and kissed him. Again, we went at it... tongues plunging into each other’s mouth to taste Doc’s piss. We couldn’t get enough of each other. As we kissed, I could feel my bladder signaling a need to release. I pulled off Mike and smiled... “Bro, I gotta piss.” Mike growled... Moving to my cock, he opened up and I put my cockhead on his outstretched tongue. As soon as it hit it, his thirsty mouth moved to surround the head... My chemmed piss gushed out. I could hear Mike’s frantic gulping and I realized this was Mike’s first time drinking piss. I laughed, looking down at Mike watching me... “No fucking way! Really!?” All he could do was give me a slight nod... It seemed like I was releasing gallons into his willing mouth. He was drinking as fast he could, but my piss was building up and pouring out over his chin. “All of it, boy!” Doc ordered, clearly impressed with Mike’s new kink. Mike moved forward to take my whole cock until I felt his lips against my crotch. At this point, I could see him struggling to take it down and could hear each gulp he took. As the stream started to slow, he started to relax and pulled back to taste the last remaining drops. Rising, his lips met mine... giving me a taste of my own piss. “Fuck! I needed that!” he murmured, trying to make sure Doc couldn’t hear. “All right, boy... in the sling,” Doc ordered. I don’t know how but Mike and I knew which one he was talking to. Mike quickly positioned himself and I moved to lock him in. I heard Mike groaning and turned to Doc... his arms now encased in long black rubber gloves. “Do it,” Doc ordered. Without questioning, I grabbed a filled rig and alcohol pad on the nearby table. I walked over to Mike and stood there for a minute before he smiled. I nodded, fastening the rubber strap around his bicep and prepped his inner arm... Holding the rig in my hand, my body began to tremble slightly as the needle met his vein. “Remember, boy...” I heard Doc tell me. New memories rushed into my mind... I knew what to do... I had done this before. “Holy shit, bro... I remember.” I laughed and expertly slipped it into Mike. I released the tourniquet and stepped back as the dose rushed through him. I could see him turn his face to me and growl through his clenched teeth... “Goddamn Sam...” With a motion of his hand, Doc called me over... I obeyed... Grabbing a stool, I placed it between the two slings and took a step back to watch. Placing a tub of lube on the stool, he plunged his hand into its white contents... “Good boy... watch.” he told me. His fingers caressed his twitching cuntlips and slowly pushed more and more of his fingers inside. With his body now writhing, Doc’s slicked hand disappeared into him. My eyes widened watching Mike take a fist. I could see the hunger and desire in his face... he was being stretched open... Doc started to easily pull his hand back and forth... each time a bit further out of Mike’s cunt. It was obvious he’d done this before! The fisting grew more intense... I could see the sling now swinging back and forth causing Mike to slide further onto Doc’s hairy forearm. “Fucking cunt.” I moaned and closed my eyes... I felt a strong rubbered hand grip my shoulder. I opened my eyes and turned to Bry, now standing next to me. “Look bro... fucking pig is leaking.” It was true... Mike’s cock was releasing a clear rivulet of precum forming a puddle on the floor underneath him. Bry gripped my shoulder again and took a bit of the precum with his fingers and fed it to me. “Fuck, yeh!” I moaned, tasting the precum and sucking on Bry’s fingers. My emotions at this moment were overwhelming and I fell into his arms and started crying. “Fuck Bry! Why didn’t you say anything to me that night? If you had only asked me to come with you, I would’ve!” I felt Bry easily lift me up and drop me into the empty sling... “Let’s do it...” he growled, securing me to the chains and pulling on a cord on the wall. “Oh... fuck!” I moaned. A black cloth dropped to reveal a mirror above me reflecting my glistening sweaty body. I watched as Bry slipped a hand into the lube. Spreading the lube on my cunt with his now slick hand, he started teasing it... “God damn, bro... that is one hungry cunt!” he growled, leaning in and kissing me. I moaned, feeling him at my cunt while we were locked in a passionate kiss. “Fucking pig... you’re loving it.” he smiled, giving me a final peck to concentrate on my cunt. He did this for a while... him playing with my cunt. Then slowly he slipped a finger inside. My eyes opened wide as my cunt heated up. My head flew back, and I exhaled deeply... “Fuuuuuck!” “You want me to stop, bro?” “Fuck no, bro!” I barked back, not wanting it to stop. “Good boy...” Bry grunted, slipping a second one in and finger fucking me. “Your slammed up cunt is getting a second dose.” My head was spinning but I loved it. With two fingers inside me, Bry opened them up and stretched me out... he was preparing me. I could feel him spreading more lube on my cunt and a third finger entered and opened me up even more... “Fuck yeh, more please!” I begged as the meth in the lube hit my bloodstream. Growling, Bry took it up a notch and slipped a fourth finger in and spread my insides to a point I didn’t think was possible. All I cared about was Bry’s hand working its way deeper inside me. My body burned with desire to be opened up. I could feel his fingers going deeper into me with every thrust until... at last... Bry took full control as his thumb came together with his fingers. He started rotating into me until I felt his entire hand slide in. I closed my eyes at the immense fullness in my cunt... “Motherfuuuuuck, bro! I never knew!” I cried out, having my best friend inside of me. “Fucking proud of you, bro!” Bry growled, feeling my cuntlips surrounding his wrist with his long fingers exploring my cunt. “Looks like you’re where you belong.” “Mmmmm... yeh... where I belong...” I moaned, looking up at the leather god who now owned me. “Yes boy, right where you belong...” Doc smiled, his hand firmly in my cunt. “Yeh Doc... more please.” I mumbled incoherently, realizing where I was. I looked up into the mirror reflecting both slings. Doc was between Mike and me... a hand in each of us. “Fist me, Doc!” I begged, wanting to feel everything the muscled boy next to me was experiencing. “Of course, boy.” Doc chuckled... somehow knowing what I was thinking. I began to wonder how, but then I felt Doc’s hand begin to work its magic in me and I didn’t care. I tried to wriggle myself down to feel his fist deeper inside me as he began to thrust deeper... slowly at first but then he began to speed up... “Shit yeh, Doc... so good!” Every once in a while, he’d push into both of us a little harder or at a different angle after slipping more of the potent lube into our cunts. Mike and I kept our eyes fixed on each other in the mirror, watching each other easily take a fist. The only sound coming out of the three of us were the moans and grunts as Doc punched and rolled his fists into our cunts. I could see Doc was deep inside Mike and driving his arm further inside. I knew there was no way I could take that. My cunt began to clamp down... trying to prevent the fist from going deeper. Noticing this, Doc slowed down and started to expand his fingers... “Goddammit! YEH!” I cried out, feeling his fingertips rubbing against the walls of my cunt. Doc continued slowly working on my cunt, but his fist was deep inside Mike... driving it deeper and deeper inside him. My cunt began to throb around Doc’s fist as I watched Mike’s cunt loosening up around Doc’s invading arm in what must have been new depths... I could see Mike’s body tremble and stiffen... not being able to take a deep breath. He started panting from the pleasure surging thorough his body until he let out a loud cry and fell back on the sweat covered sling... “Oh fuuck... yes... FIST!” he moaned, sweat pouring off his body. With his fist and forearm still in Mike, Doc began to laugh at hearing him so clearly express himself after his first cunt orgasm. That’s it boy... you’re integrating, aren’t you... tell me the truth. You’re remembering.” Doc chuckled, stretching out his hand and fingering the slimy walls of his cunt. “Remember everything...” Mike stared at his reflection in the mirror as the fingers thumped inside him... I could see he was reliving every moment that he had still blocked out... remembering his training... how his body was transformed... the hair removal... the piercing... the years of service to Doc. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and blurted out... “Fuck! Yes! I remember everything!” Doc smiled and pulled completely out of our cunts and undid our restraints. Carefully, he lifted us out of the slings. Mike and I stood there, holding on to each other to steady ourselves. “You thought I didn’t know, did you, boys.” he said, standing there smiling... his gloved arms dripping with lube and our juices. Mike stood there trembling, finally remembering that he was there when Doc began my training... “Sam, I’m sorry!” I didn’t know what to say... I was still in shock at what was happening and looked to Doc... “Remember...” he said, looking straight into my eyes and giving me my trigger. “Oh, shit!” I blurted out... remembering the last bit of memories that Doc had blocked from my mind. Mike and I looked at each other in shock... It was true... I was supposed to help unblock Mike’s memories of serving Doc. My brain started processing it. I ran to the door and tried to open it but it was locked. Turning, I saw myself as if for the first time in the mirror covering the far wall. Stepping to it, I stared at myself... From the beginning, I had been trained to do it. Doc had turned me into the collared leather gear pig standing before me. I knew I couldn’t go back. Worse, I didn’t want to go back... this was who I was! But everything I had done was under Doc’s control. I didn’t understand. Was I just some fucked up kid Doc used to get the one he really wanted? What the fuck was going to happen to me? Doc quickly came up behind me and turned me to face him. “It’s ok, boy.” he told me, wiping the tears from my face. “You’re safe... you aren’t going anywhere. And don’t worry, you’ll never have to see your dad, again.” “Yeh, Doc?” I asked, not really believing him. “Yeah, Sam... you’re staying here.” Mike said, walking up behind me. I turned to face him... seeing the complete man. I sighed and hugged him. We stood like that for a minute... my chin on his strong shoulders. That’s when I saw him... Bry stood at the open doorway with his collared sub at his side... hard cock drpping standing straight up. “Fuck bro... you’re ready!” he growled, and they turned to leave. I wanted to say something, but Mike took my face in my hands, and we started to kiss like long lost lovers. I could hear their heavy footsteps grow dimmer, and I heard the last part Bry said... “You’re free, bro... free from your dad. Have at...” “Boys....” Doc chuckled, interrupting our make-out session. Turning, we saw Doc sitting in his leather chair... His legs stretched wide, framing his hard cock. In his hand, he held a freshly packed pipe. Mike and I turned to each other and smiled. We dropped to the floor and crawled to him. At his feet, we both sat back on our haunches and waited. Doc lit the pipe and took a deep hit. We both moaned watching Doc’s pecs rise as the cloud filled his lungs. Exhaling, he motioned Mike to approach. Mike took the pipe and took a deep hit and fell back. “Boy...” Doc exhaled, teasing me with the pipe. “Fuck yeh, Doc!” I growled. I went for the pipe as soon I got between Doc’s thighs, but he pulled it away. I looked up into his eyes wondering what I did wrong. “You didn’t do anything wrong, boy,” he said, grabbing my chin, placing the at my mouth. “Feed.” Wrapping my lips around the warm stem, I took a deep breath of clouds and filled my lungs to capacity. Finally realizing this is where I was meant to be all along, I looked up to Doc and smiled. Grabbing my face with both his hands, he leaned into my ear and whispered... “Remember boy... remember everything...” “Fuck Doc!” I moaned, turning to Mike and fed the thick cloud into his waiting mouth... “I do now, Doc. I remember everything...” The End

Earlier today I went to the country club for my swim (3km lol) and usually after I hit the saunas, first the wet and then dry to relax my muscles and today was just like that, except ever since I got out of the pool, this hot jock, early 20s, gave me a grin and started following me to the saunas, unfortunately they were occupied by others but we eyed each other out by being fully naked soaking the heat. he had an incredible body and the sweat made it look magnificent, plus a nice looking dick (looked like 6" when soft). When we headed to the showers we hit the jackpot, they were almost empty and we found an empty shower stall at the end (they have doors but they don't go all the way down) and he followed me in. Immediately after he shut the doors behind we started kissing and groping each other hard bodies after the workout, we both got hard as a rock instantly and he had a nice hefty 8" just like mine. Yummy! Then he dropped to his knees and took my entire cock all the way to the root like a pro, I was moaning but trying to keep quiet as there were probably others in the area lol still without saying a word he got up, turned around and presented me with his lovely smooth bubble butt! I dove right in and started eating him, he tasted sooooooo good!!! I was opening him up with my tongue and soon my fingers were added to open him up. This time it was his turn to quiet his moans when I started playing with my cockhead on his slick hole, and started pushing in, slowly at first but he backed on my cock and clearly wanting me to go deeper, so deeper I went and pushed in all the way. Now it was harder for the 2 of us to hide our moans as I started pounding his beautiful ass when I became close I asked him where he wanted my load and he immediately replied "deep in my hole please!" a few pumps later I released volley after volley of my load deep in him, must've been 7-8 shot flooding his hole. when I pulled out he turned around and was rock hard and still hadn't cum, so this time I turned around and opened my ass cheeks with my hands helping him guide his 8" to my hole. i told him I already had 2 loads in me that my partner dumped and that he can fuck me as hard as he wants. He groaned and shoved all the way, fuck I love this feeling so much!!! I turned my face to his and we shared a passionate kiss while he was pounding my hole, at this point you could've heard the slapping of the fuck anywhere and frankly we didn't care and we moaned as he fucked me so hard just the way I like it! he didn't last long and a couple of minutes later he announced he was cumming in my slutty hole! Bingo! When he finished dumping what felt like a huge load he pulled out and I squeezed hard trying to keep all the loads in me, I saw his glistening cock and couldn't help it and I dove right in to taste his cum mixed with my partner and my ass juices! Yummy! He noticed I got hard again and again turned around and I shoved my 8" all the way in one move, I heard him gasping but I wanted to pump another load in him and I gave him a hard fuck, I even 'accidentally' slapped his ass a couple of times. don't know who heard but I also didn't care lol He was squeezing his ass muscled too trying to milk me and it was working cause soon I was dumping a second load in him! this time when I pulled out he went down to clean my sensitive cock from my cum and his own juices and I noticed he was hard again too so I guided him to my hole and told him to be quick! he fucked my hard and deep like a rabbit for almost 10 min non stop till he shoved in deep and I felt him cumming again. again, he pulled out, I cleaned him one last time and we kissed and rinsed off the sweat from both our workouts and the hard fucking we just had lol I went out first and when I opened the door to get out of the stall someone came and he was smiling at me when he saw the jock coming out from my stall, both of us naked cause we forgot our towels and with a semi hardon lol we got dressed together and it was the first time we had a conversation and I found out he was 20 years old and a student at our local university so we exchanged info and definitely will keep in touch. By the time I got out it was time for brunch and I met my partner and our friends at the restaurant and I was whispered to my partner that I am sitting with 4 loads in me after the action in the country club. needless to say he fucked my cum filled sloppy hole the second we got in our house and loaded me some more. 6 loads, so far... 🐷

Rex lowered the front half of the sling, forcing Wes nearly upside down. Wes moaned, his perfect stomach rolling, as the liquid from the four men’s piss settled further inside him. While Ed put the boys mouth to work, Rex went to the bathroom and filled up an enema bag until it was quite full. Coming back he hung the bag from the hook holding one of the boys feet up and slid the tube of the enema bag deep into the boy guts. He let a little water out at a time until he could hear the boy grunt and he stopped. He set a timer for five minutes and joined Ed in using the boys mouth, each in turn delivering a rough facefuck while the other man roughly slapped the boys torso, making the water rumble and cramp. After the five minutes was up, Rex opened the water line again, and as the boys guts filled more both men continued their abuse. When the boys cries became desperate, Rex stopped the water and motioned for Ed to step away. He set a timer for 10 minutes and he and Ed stroked their cocks and laughed at the boys groaning and begging. After the ten minutes was up, Rex let the rest of the water fill the boy. By this point his abdomen was extended and he was in agony. Rex kept him like this for ten minutes, then gave the boy poppers. The poppers helped and Rex could see the water shift a bit as his bowls loosened. For the next 15 minutes Rex made him stay upside down, giving him poppers only after letting him suffer for a few minutes. The boy was a mess, begging for it to stop, the pressure of the water hurting him, but the Tina that permeated it also made him desire to be opened. The confusing desires visible across his beautiful face in waves. Finally Rex took mercy on him, and raised his head again. After a few seconds at level, he began to lower the boys feet, the pressure now shifting down against his boy hole stuffed with the giant plug. Wes was begging to let it out, but Rex and Ed just laughed. Rex set a timer on his watch for 10 minutes and let the boy hang in agony. He and Ed then grabbed the boy and carried him, tears streaming down his face, into the bathroom. They set him in the big shower and made him push, the boy straining and groaning to get the huge plug out. When it finally did the boys bowels shot stream after stream of water and chempiss out, Wes getting higher and higher as the Tina was absorbed afresh as it exited his insides. Within seconds, Wes was in position, his face in the foul water he’d just expelled, clutching at his ass checks and begging to be fucked. Ed grabbed his boy by the shoulders and raised him up under the water, giving the boy a quick rinse, Wes blabbering to be used. Once that was finished, Rex turned the sure shot on set a little too high, and roughly gave the boy a rinse out. Unlike the last time Rex and used him, when the sure shot had hurt the boy, he immediately started fucking himself on it. Rex smiled, “He’s ready Ed.” Ed picked the boy up, wrapped his boys legs around his huge torso, and started passionately kissing his boy. Big Ed slipped his cock, hard again from seeing the new depths of depravty he and Rex had coached out of his boy, deep into the boy’s hole and walked him, fucking the entire time, to the sling, he settled the boy down and kept fucking while Rex laid out the tools of the deep fister’s trade beside the sling. Rex asked Ed to punch Wes for a bit, “We want to build his fever with what he knows and loves.” Ed smiled, amazed at how quickly his boy’s hole opened and how soon he was enthuastically pushing back on each punch. Then Rex moved in, using very long and very rigid tools on the boy’s hole. The first ones were smooth and narrow, and Rex used them slowly, deliberately, driving them deeper and then slowly fucking Wes until he could go another inch or two. With each new inch, Wes would groan and give a little cry. But as the process continued, he stopped saying it was too deep. Rex grinned evilly and said, “He’s starting to crave the deep hurt, his mind is shifting it to pleasure/pain.” By the time Rex was fucking the boy with series of rigid shaft of small balls each one half the size of a golf ball, he began feeding the boy tiny doses of Tina almost continuously. Rex and Ed worked in tandem, Wes would take the hole length of a toy, with no poppers but little bits of Tina burning and exciting him in different places as new parts of the toy stretched him deeper. And then as Rex got rougher, Ed would feed him poppers. Rex used the boy like this for a couple of hours, having Ed take over from time to time. Ed relished the way he could minupilate the way his boy rode the pain and pleasure line through subtle shifts in direction. He talked dirty to the boy constantly, about fisting him elbow deep and making him a bigger whore. Once Ed got into it, Rex fed off the brutality. He told Ed they were going to skip some steps, and to get the boy ready with a big booty bump. He grabbed one of his tools with beads 3/4 the size of a tennis ball and as the boy began to quake from the huge jolt of Tina to his system he pushed the beads in hard, getting three in before the boy convulsed and screamed. While he kept pressure on, he stopped shoving, and as he expected another bead popped in, Wes’s perfect hairless torso writhing and Wes screamed again. He motioned for Ed to feed Wes poppers, and as Wes began to pant, Rex forced another bead in. “Only one more bead, piggy,” Rex said. Ed gave the boy several more hits of poppers and as Rex sensed just the beginning of the boy’s need to be used returning, he popped the final bead in hard. Wes screamed and his whole body went rigid again. Wes panted for a full five minutes, then began to moan. For the next 45 minutes they played this game, with the tops switching back and forth until the boy was able almost take the beads easily. Once the boy seemed able to take the toys easily, Rex passed the boy back to Ed. “You’re going to like doing this next bit, buddy,” Rex said, his voice low and evil, “Start using your fist.” Ed began adding his fist, wrapping his hand around the ball inside the boy, and then pulling out. “Punch your boy a little deeper each time,” Rex said quietly, “Be very slight about it, we only want to stretch him not break him.” Once the boy could take the entire hard column of beads attached to a gentle punch that went a centimeter past Ed’s wrist, Ed pulled out, leaving the toy buried, while he switched places with Rex. Rex sat down on the little stool, and began greasing up his hands and arms. He reached his own fist in and pushed the big toy just a bit more as Wes grunted. He then grabbed the little handle at the end and working purposefully a bit too fast, he pulled the toy out as Wes cried out. Without missing a beat he dropped the toy on the sheet and began working his hands in, and quickly the boy took Rex forearm deep. Res began pushing, and the boy grunted but took another inch before freezing, breathing rapidly. Nodding at Ed, who began to feed the boy poppers, switching back and forth from each nostril till the boy had done six, Rex started to really push. Wes cried out, his body frozen, but his hole opened and Rex slide in elbow deep. “Good pussy, Wes, gonna fuck you deep,” Rex promised.

Just got 5 loads back to back from random hookups, hopped on sniffies, posted that I'll be ass up and in need for loads and quick cause I was meeting friends for lunch. 5 guys texted back, all looked legit and good looking, nice dick pics (one was exceptional and stated he had a 10" monster) gave them the instruction and told them all to cum by The first texted he's at the door so I was waiting in the leaving room and I unlocked the door from the phone and told him just fuck me. he came, dropped his pants and started rubbing his cockhead on my hole saying "what a good slut you are, waiting for my load" and many other lovely things that get me horned up and I begged him to just use my hole and breed me! He just shoved all the way in, must've been 6"-7" and decent thick, he gave me a nice rough fuck and I was moaning begging for his load while he kept calling me a slut. soon after he was getting close as I saw a text from the 2nd guy so I unlocked the door for him while the 1st guy was unloading his load in me saying "take my load you fucking slut", just as the second guy stepped in saying "I'm next to use that hole" the first pulled out the the other stepped in front of me to clean him (have I mentioned how much I fucking love ATM??? Tasting the cum and my sweet ass juices gets me so horny!) Soon after he left and the guy fucking me was commenting on how good my sloppy hole feels. then guys # 3 and 4 came together and I let them in as the #2 was cumming in me. Again, he pulled out, #3 shoved while I was cleaning #2 and sucking #4 who was the guy with the 10". Bingo! #2 left and then 3 and 4 alternated positions while spitroasting me while calling me all sort on names which I just encouraged them to go on and use me as the slut that I am. #5 arrived to watch the scene and joined in while 3 and 4 were double penetrating me and gave me his cock to swallow! they both came together and 5 just threw me my back, lifted my legs and shoved in, at this point my hole was a sloppy mess and full of cum sloshing which really got him going, his 8" felt so good in me and he was adding fingers too and giving me a taste of all the loads and my ass juices which I hungrily licked! It didn't last long and 15 minutes later he dumped another load deep in me and it felt like a big one. I was squeezing my ass muscled to keep all the loads in as he was pulling out, he got up and started to put his pants back on but I stopped him cause I wanted to clean his cock for him. Good start of the day!

Part 50: The End… (Will’s Perspective) “How do you feel?” Jay asked. I smiled at him. “I feel nervous.” “Good,” he said. “You should feel nervous on your wedding day.” We were in my apartment, both of us pulling on our suits. “Are we running late?” he asked. “If we are, it’s your fault,” I told him. “I can’t help it,” he said, grabbing his own ass and squeezing. “You know my hole is a monster that needs feeding.” It hadn’t taken long after Jay arrived for us both to strip down and stumble our way to my bedroom. Since we had seen each other last, we’d managed to repair most, if not all, the damage done between us. I was my brother’s gifter, and there was no changing that. My brother admitted that what he did had broken our trust, and he’d have to work to build that trust back up. I was giving him the chance. The first step was by him acting as my best man. “The best man’s job is to care for the groom,” Jay said as he slid down my body, his hands running over my naked skin. “That includes removing stress. And what better stress relief than incestuous sex between brothers?” He sucked my cock into his mouth and started working on his best man duty. After an hour, he’d managed to give me a leg-shaking blowjob, and I managed to fuck his ass so hard that he now walked with a slight unease. “I think you might have broken something back there,” Jay said, trying to turn and look at his ass. “Seriously, have you gotten bigger, or has my hole gotten smaller?” “There’s no way in hell your hole has gotten smaller,” I told him. “At this rate, it’ll look like the fucking Grand Canyon.” “If I’m lucky,” Jay said, winking. “How’s Dom feeling?” “Nervous,” I said. “Which is odd. Seeing him panicked is off-putting. He’s usually collected, well, you know, when that inner beast isn’t out to fuck.” “Oh, I know,” Jay said. “To be honest, I think it’s kinda cute seeing him nervous,” I said, smiling. “I get to see that vulnerable side of him that I don’t normally get to witness. Sometimes, I think he’s just a teddy bear underneath all the tattoos.” “A very sexy teddy bear,” Jay said, trying to tie his tie. “Oh, fuck. Are you sure I need to wear this?” I took the tie and helped him. “Have you heard from Mom or Zach?” Jay asked. I shook my head. The news of my coming out had spread faster than Peter’s bombshell, though there wasn’t any investigation connected to mine. Without much effort, I quit my job at the church. I managed to dodge most of the online hate thrown my way, though a few messages telling me to burn in hell and to jump off a bridge did manage to find their way onto my screen. How quickly voices change. Luckily, I hadn’t needed to hide the way Peter had. I still lived in my apartment, though I was moving out officially at the end of the month. Dom’s place was big enough for us, though he kept saying he wanted to get a bigger place so we could have larger orgies than before. “I’ve still got some fucked up friends you haven’t met yet,” he told me, smiling. “You still haven’t met Joey. Now there’s a sick fucker.” It hadn’t taken long for the news to reach my family. I had waited to hear from them, to receive calls in which my mother cried or Zach called me every slur he could think of. Instead, there was only silence. After a few days, I finally received a call from my dad. “When you make an exit, you really make an exit,” he said. “I did what I had to do,” I told him. “I couldn’t keep living like that, hiding in the secret.” “I understand,” he said, and I believed him. I often wondered what he’d do in connection to my mom. I tried not to think about it, but I kept waiting to hear that my dad had left her and was staying in a motel, his hole taking as much poz cum as he could take. “I’m doing my best to comfort them,” my dad said, talking about my mother and brother. “You know how I feel. I’m thrilled. I couldn’t be happier for you. But you knew this was going to be their reaction.” “I know,” I said. “Still hurts.” “Still hurts,” he said. “Are you going to be able to make it to the wedding?” I asked. I heard silence on the phone. “Not sure,” he finally said. “You know I want to be there.” “Does Mom know about it?” “No,” he said. “That’s the one piece of your coming out that hasn’t spread. I guess everyone in your church was too shocked by you being gay to take in the fact that you’re also getting married.” “I guess that’s a blessing,” I said. “I’m sorry, Will,” he said. “I really am.” “I know. I love you, Dad.” “Love you.” Jay was the only member of my family coming to the wedding. In the end, I knew this was better for everyone. We were having a small celebration, anyway. Only the men in our group were invited. “Let’s keep it intimate,” Dom said. “Just the men we’ve given HIV.” “We should put that on the invitations,” I told him, smiling. “I agree. Just them.” “And then we can have a massive orgy right after.” “Are you ever not thinking with your cock?” “Thinking with my cock is how we got together in the first place,” Dom said, pulling me close to him. “Don’t you forget it. The weapon between my legs is what brings us all together.” “For better or worse.” “In sickness,” he said, placing a hand over my tattoo. “And in health,” I said, placing my hand over his chest. While it hadn’t been long enough yet, the medication Dom was taking was working to make him undetectable. And while I knew it was a decision that he wanted to make for me, I also knew it frustrated him to no longer be a toxic top. “Just think of all the neg asses you can fuck now,” I told him. “No risk of converting them.” “Takes the fun out of it,” he said, smiling. "Plus, with all these tattoos, do you think they'd believe me to be undetectable?" It was odd thinking that I’d soon be the only toxic one between us. While it wouldn’t change our dynamic fully, I could tell that there was a slight shift taking place. I was now the one with a loaded gun between his legs. Between the two of us, if any twisted man wanted to convert, it was my job to make it happen. “You fuck them first,” I said to Dom as we fantasized about the asses we’d fuck once we were married. “And I’ll fuck them second. That way your monster cock will tear them open, giving my toxic swimmers easy access.” “Fuck as a team,” he said. “For as long as we both shall live,” I said, kissing him. Just the idea of that, of starting a new life fully entwined still didn't feel real. “There,” I said, finishing Jay’s tie. “You look good.” “And so do you,” he said. “Fuck.” “What?” “Some of your cum is leaking out of my ass,” he said. I rolled my eyes. We headed to the door and to my car. As we went, I handed Jay the car keys and he handed me a blindfold. A part of the wedding that I wasn’t thrilled about was an idea Dom had come up with. “I want where we’re having the wedding to be a surprise,” he said. “We’ll know, but you won’t.” “Why?” “Because I know of the perfect place for it to be, and I want to surprise you.” I agreed, but I hadn’t been happy about it. I put the blindfold on and allowed Jay to drive me off to the secret location. “Can’t I take it off now?” I asked, climbing out of the car and reaching for Jay’s arm. “Dom has given me strict instructions to keep the blindfold on you until the last second.” “Which is what?” “The second I walk you down the aisle.” Whatever nerves I had been feeling were intensified as Jay directed me. It wasn’t just remaining in the dark that had me nervous. No, I was nervous for an entirely different reason. I’d never been this happy before in my life. Yes, the relationship with my family was strained, and I was out of a job, and I was now the new topic of gossip, but that didn’t matter. I was happy because I was marrying the man I loved. I was marrying the man who had changed my life in so many ways. I was choosing him above everything else, and that made me happy. If there was any part of me that was worried that Dom wasn’t the one, I knew those fears would have tortured my mind. Instead, I felt only confidence in my choice. I knew Dom was the man I loved. “We’re inside,” Jay whispered into my ear. “I can’t take the blindfold off yet. Just know that everyone is here. Everyone is smiling. And everyone is looking hot as fuck, including Dom.” I could imagine it. I could imagine Dom standing in his suit, looking clean-cut for the first time since we met. The idea of seeing him like this got me hard, and I had to focus hard on not getting hard during my wedding. “Ready?” Jay whispered. I nodded. I felt the blindfold being taken off, and I opened my eyes. For a moment, I couldn’t see anything, my eyes needing to adjust, but once they did, I found myself somewhere I hadn’t expected. We were standing in the church’s lobby. Peter and Wade were there along with Lewis. Pastor Kline stood with Ryan who was next to Graham. In the middle of the lobby stood Dom, wearing a black suit and tie, looking strong and sexy. “I don’t understand,” I said, looking around. “Why are we at the church?” I looked at Pastor Kline. “Are we getting married in the church?” “Not exactly,” Pastor Kline said. “Just the lobby.” “The lobby?” “This is where we first met,” Dom said, stepping forward. Jay walked me toward Dom. “Yes, I’d seen you at the gym,” Dom continued, “but our first real meeting is right where I’m standing.” He reached out and took my hands, Jay stepping to the side. “This is where I first met William Ryder, the pastor who captivated me, the man who stuck with me, and the love who promises to never leave me.” I smiled, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. “If anyone sees us in here,” I said, looking at Pastor Kline, “they’ll burn the place down with us inside.” “No one is coming here today but us,” he said. “You two are safe.” “Do you like it?” Dom asked. I smiled up at him, nodding. “I’m so thankful for that day you walked through those doors.” “Me too,” he said. “Don’t start saying any vows just yet.” I turned, seeing my father walk out of the sanctuary and over to us. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Can’t a father be here for his son’s wedding?” I stepped forward and hugged him, tears running down my face. I held him tight, feeling the weight of rejection melting away. “I’m sorry for letting you think that I wasn’t coming,” my father said. “It was Dom’s idea.” “Why?” “Because,” Dom said, “your father is the one who is going to marry us.” I looked at my father and saw a smile light up his face. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Yes,” I said, leaving him and returning to my soon-to-be husband. “Now, where to begin…” ~~ We all made our way to Dom’s apartment once the small ceremony was over. While we didn’t have a reception planned, we did have a night of sex in mind. We hadn’t even been through the door for more than a second before everyone was naked and fucking. Graham took a liking to Jay immediately, and we found them wrestling on the floor, Jay’s legs wrapped tightly around Graham’s waist, locking him into an intense missionary-style fucking. Wade told Lewis that, as his doctor, it was his job to do routine check-ups on his patients. While Lewis wasn’t often topping, we found him wearing a large smile as he fucked Wade’s ass. “Fuck my hole!” Wade growled on all fours. Lewis ran his hands over Wade’s muscular back, relishing the feeling of the imposing man. “Fucking fill me with your potent, young cum!” Pastor Kline whispered something into Peter’s ear, and we watched as Peter’s eyes grew large and his face grew red. “God bless pastors,” Peter said as Pastor Kline pulled him down the hall and into the guest bedroom. “Looks like everyone is having a good time,” my dad said, coming to our side. “And who are you going with?” I asked. “I think I’ll be taking Mark’s son for a spin,” he said, nodding to Ryan who was waiting across the room, already jerking his cock. “I’ve loved fucking the father, I think it’s only fair to get fucked by the son.” “Sounds like a good plan,” I said. “By the way,” my dad said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of paper. “I’ve got a little gift for you.” “What is it?” I asked, opening the paper. “Are you serious?” “What?” Dom asked, taking the paper and reading. “You crazy fucker!” “Welcome me to the family,” my dad said, pulling us into a hug. “When?” I asked. “No one told me that you converted.” “That’s because I barely noticed myself,” he said. “I had felt a bit off for a few days, but nothing bad. I didn’t even think about testing at first, but I then read that some men convert without really getting sick.” “It happens,” Dom said. “I contacted Doctor Wade over there and he did the testing himself. I swore him to secrecy.” “That’s great,” I said. “But that’s not all,” he said, looking at Dom. “While I might be your new father-in-law, you are my poz father.” “Me?” Dom said, truly shocked. “That’s right,” he said. “Looks like you knocked up two Ryder men with that monster cock of yours.” “That means my dad is your official last pozzing,” I said to Dom. “And here I’m supposed to be the one giving you two a gift,” my dad said, a wicked grin on his face. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a college kid waiting to fuck my poz ass full of poz cum.” We watched as my dad ran to Ryan, the two kissing immediately. “How about that,” Dom said, leading me back to our bedroom. “Looks like you and your dad are poz brothers.” “And I’m my brother’s poz dad,” I said. “Man, we really fucked up my family dynamic.” “No,” Dom said, pulling me into his body. “Our family dynamic.” “Ours,” I said, smiling. We kissed, hands holding each other tight, feeling every inch of each other’s bodies. I could feel his cock rubbing against my thigh as mine rubbed against his leg. His hands ran through my chest hair while mine tried to memorize every inch of his back. I realized in that moment that I was feeling the body of my husband. I was kissing the lips of the man who I had fallen in love with and would spend the rest of my life loving. Everything was heightened. It was as if my senses were heightened. I could feel every breath he took. I could hear his heart racing in his strong chest. The heat of his body burned against my skin. This man had truly awakened within me a passion and power I never knew existed. I stepped back from Dom and grabbed the bottle of lube he kept next to the bed, but before I could squirt some out in my hand, he took it. “Not this time,” he said, squirting it into his own. He moved his hand back around to his own ass, applying it into his own hole. “Tonight, I want you to fuck me.” “Are you sure?” He smiled. “Consider it a wedding gift.” I jumped forward and kissed him again, my hand reaching back and helping apply the lube into his tight hole. I broke the kiss and pushed him back onto the bed, relishing the image of my husband naked and waiting for me to fuck him. “Go easy,” Dom said, pulling his legs back to his chest, revealing his hairy hole. “You know I rarely bottom, so I’ll be tight.” “This will be a gift,” I said, taking the lube and slathering my cock. “I know you’re excited,” he said, “but go slow. You don’t want to break your husband the first night.” “Why not?” I asked, crawling onto the bed, moving between his legs, my cock brushing against his open ass. “Remember, you broke me on our first date.” “Is that what that was?” I nodded. “And here I thought I had just been having the local pastor over for dinner.” “Well,” I said, lining my cock up to his hole, pushing the head into his tight pucker, “when you fuck a pastor, even if only after a dinner, it’s considered a date.” "I thought it was considered a sin?" "That too." “Now you tell me,” he said, reaching toward me and pulling me in for a deep kiss. I leaned forward, my cock slipping into his hole. “FUCK!” “Sorry,” I said, pulling out of the kiss and waiting. “To be fair, you pulled me into you.” “Literally,” he growled, his face red. “Fuck, I have so much appreciation for what you go through each time I fuck you.” “And just think,” I said pushing more of myself inside his body while also grabbing his hard cock. “I took this monster on my first try.” “You sure did,” Dom said, eyes tightly shut as more of my cock entered his ass. “Thinking back, seeing you taking my cock, giving me your virginity, willingly taking my poz cum…” I gave him a look. “What I thought was willingly because I thought you knew,” he corrected, “I think, if I’m being honest with myself, that was the moment I fell in love with you.” “Really?” Dom nodded. “I think so. I didn’t know it then, but I think I do now.” I leaned forward, kissing him again, the last bit of my cock sliding inside him. “I think that’s when I fell in love with you, too.” Dom smiled up at me. “Alright, Mr. Ryder, fuck my ass.” I shook my head. “No. I’m going to make love to my husband. And it isn’t Mr. Ryder. It’s Will Moore.” I felt Dom’s hole squeeze my cock, milking me already. He nodded, smiling. “Let’s make love, Will Moore.” “You’ve got it, Dom Moore.” I pulled my cock slowly out of his body, relishing the tight squeeze on my shaft, feeling every part of Dom’s hole. I watched as his face contorted, knowing he was trying to act tough even though I knew I was stretching his hole too far. “Do you think I’ll be topping more in the future?” I asked him, picking up my pace. Down the hall I could hear moans and cries of pleasure, the men of our brotherhood relishing the bond that poz cum brought us. “How about only on our anniversary,” Dom said, breathing through the pain. I kept fucking him slowly, feeling his hole accept my cock. Within his warmth I could feel his heartbeat, his body pulling me inside each time. I looked down at him, admiring his strong, hairy body, his muscular arms, his handsome face; this was the man I planned on seeing next to me for the rest of my life. Every morning I’d wake to him in the same bed. I’d share my life with him. I’d continue to fuck with him. His DNA was forever within me, making me the man I was today. If my past self from a year ago could have seen me now, dick deep inside another man, poz blood running through my veins, a biohazard sign proudly announcing my status as a toxic gay fucker, I think I would have passed out from the shock. Now, I couldn’t imagine my life any other way. All I wanted was to continue sharing my body with the man beneath me, taking my cock, looking up into my eyes with a love unlike anything I’d ever known. “Fuck, baby,” he said, his breathing labored. “You’re hitting my prostate. Fuck. Oh, fuck, Will! Fuck! I can’t… I can’t… Oh, fuck!” Dom grabbed his cock and pointed it up at my chest, shooting thick ropes of his toxic cum all over my hairy body. “Fuck,” I gasped, mouth open, catching some of the cum on my tongue, tasting my husband’s delicious load. “Fuck, babe, you taste good.” “You look good,” he panted, still riding his orgasmic high. He reached out, running a hand over my chest, smearing the cum into my hair. His hand stopped over my tattoo, his fingers pressing into the skin, tracing the design he had, in more ways than one, injected within my body. “The best thing I ever did,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. That’s all I needed. “FUCK!” I threw my head back, body shaking as I pumped a thick load into Dom’s ass, cock jumping inside him, desperately trying to empty my balls of all my cum. “Fucking take it all!” I cried. “I’ll take it all,” Dom said, grabbing my arms and pulling me down on top of his body. He held me close, his cum smearing between us. He kissed me, hand resting on my cheek. My body still shook, cock still unloading inside his ass. “It’s alright, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “Ride it out. Enjoy it. Feel your toxic cum trying to claim my body.” It felt as if my body could sense that between Dom and I, I was now the toxic pozzer. My cock felt the need to convert men, to claim them, to make them into the biohazard bottoms they needed to become. The orgasm faded, my skin burning against Dom’s touch. He kissed me again. “I love you, Will.” I smiled at him, Dominic Moore, the man who claimed not only my body but also my soul. He was now my everything, and I was his. Forever, we’d be this way, connected in a way only the luckiest of men could understand. “I love you, Dom.” I did. I always will. THE END… for now… ___________________________________________________________________________________ And with that, I bring this storyline to a close. As I said, I might return to Will and Dom in the future, but, for now, I send them off into a happy life of poz fucking. Thanks to all the men who have read this story, who have messaged me, who inspired some of the characters in this story, who have joined these characters in their sexual adventures, finding freedom in each other and the lust only found between men. I never imagined this story would go on for almost two years, but I've loved bringing these characters to life. It's all thanks to you. Sometimes I wonder how many loads have been blown to this story, and it makes me hard, knowing that even though I'm not there, I've still managed to get you off. Thanks for making me a part of that, all you dirty fuckers.

I wanna start this point by giving a bit of a disclaimer. I’ve been dating a bi man for about 4 years. We live together. I love him and have no intent on leaving him. I am not seeking any advice or looking for opinions. Just sharing a slutty story that happened. That being said, he cheats on me with women and i let other men empty their balls inside me. He doesn’t know that i know. I recently found out he was on tinder meeting women for safe sex and i honestly didn’t care. my only complaint was that i had asked to be open in the past and was told that this wasn’t something he wanted. oh well, we are both getting what we need sexually now. After finding this out i took it as a green light to go out and get my tight hole bred. after all with his new found hobby, my slut hole wasn’t being filled as much as i wanted. I’m on PrEP, and have been since 2022. Ironic to say this but i want to have safest unsafe sex i can being that i am in a relationship so i’ve decided this go around that im only taking loads from married men, or men that i’ve built sexual bonds with in the past. Luckily i live in a town full of gay men in heterosexual marriages. Men who want to present as family men but can’t resist a tight little young hole. I login into my grindr account for the first time in ages and i’m already getting messages from old married buds. Based on my boyfriend’s messages, i had a lot of catching up to do. All these men asking for another turn on my hole. saying the missed the tight, warm feeling of a boy hole wrapped around their raw married cocks. Who am i to deprive them? Guy #1. 56 yr old bear type. 5 inch cock been married to his wife for 30 years. His wife still has the same schedule of going to bingo every wednesday so i head over. He greets me with a big kiss and motions me to his dick. I start sucking his dick and he tells me he’s about to cum. I stop and grab his hand, guiding him to the bed he shares with his wife. the bed that he’s bred this now 25 year old hole in plenty of times in the past. i sit on his face a bit, and then he replaces his tongue for a throbbing cock. I beg him to cum inside my hole. I need it. Please sir? He sprays his 4 day load in me. i clean him off and am on my way to guy #2’s house. 47 year old married doctor i used to work with. tells me he hadn’t been inside his wife in 3 years. last time he was in me was 5 years ago. He tells me that he needs me lubed up and ready to take a load. I happily oblige. I pull up to his garage where he lets me in. his wife in the house. He bends me over and gives me about a 45 second fuck before he’s shooting his swimmers inside me. I pull up my shorts and i’m on my way to guy #3. 65 year old man who’s wife hasn’t touched him in 10 years. Always an eager, quick cummer. I had him meet me at the local gloryhole. He went into one booth i went into the other. He slid into my slippery cum filled hole and busted in about 3 pumps. Left me dripping. Texted me later saying “that was the biggest load i’ve shot. You were leaking everywhere” Guy #4 and the last for the night. 61 yr old construction worker with a 9 inch thick dick. I told him that i was available to take his load again (he texts me about every 3 months to see if i can) but i mentioned that i was leaking cum already. He said he didn’t mind and he had the house to himself for an hour so we had to make it quick. I go to his house and he’s already hard as a rock waiting for me at the door. We greet each other with a quick kiss before he turns me around and bend me over. He has no problems getting into my hole. We fuck for about 3 minutes and he tells me “i can’t hold it anymore” before giving me load #4. I suck him clean and he asks if he can give me one more. And he does. He gives me another 3 minute fuck and another load before smacking my ass and asking when can we do it again. I leave with a “whenever your wife is out” and home to the bf.

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 😄

The local bath house has a 2x a month “ladies” night and I love to dress in slutty pvc and Chasity , did my hair and make up and went .. after settling in my room and getting ready I venture to the play area , a cute gurl is having a train run in her so I slide under and suck and play with her clit as she takes load after load , before long I am using the cum leaking down her tiny balls as lube to stroke her tiny cock , she finally cums and it splashes me in my tits . But there are 4 more guys to fuck so she takes it like a good girl , the last one had the biggest cock it had to be 9 -10 inches and as thick as a coke can , she had had enough and called it .. by now I am the defecto slut so .. I get on my knees and with 2 guys left I lay on my back , spread my legs and my painted fingers spread my hole the older guy before Mr big cock lasts all of 5 pumps and dumps his seed in my hole . ( god I love the feeling of a slick wet cunt ) next up was the big guy , I use a ten inch toy at him and know I can take him .. he slides in and goes to the hilt , and sees my locked clit and I felt it get harder .. as he let me get used to him he was slapping my locked balls and that drives me crazy soon he is thrusting away and I am stuffed as full as I have ever been , I am leaking cum and he tells me most girls can’t take his cock this long . He just keeps pummeling my hole and I am leaking like crazy , by now my moans and yelling fuck me like the slut I am has drawn a crowd .. and soon a 8incher is face fucking me , I hear someone say that must be good hole she is taking it like a champ as Mr big blows his load in my hole and with such force I can feel it .. he pulls out . The guy I was just sucking goes to my hole is gaping open and he shoves his 7incher in and I barely feel it .. before long he dumps his load in me , and I lost count . I think I may be a cumslut .. I need to get on prep

Went to ESMC in NYC over the weekend. Got there around 5 PM. Anyone who has ever been there knows how hit and miss the place can be. To be honest, though it was crowded, it was pretty dull at first. (One of those times where everyone one is walking around like zombies looking for who knows what.) But I eventually ran into this handsome Latino. I played with a few times in the past. Good looking guy is late 50s, decent build and a nice cock. One of those tops who is a real gent when it comes to bottoms. Lots of caresses and kisses, telling you how beautiful and sexy you are, before eating your ass like it is his first meal in a month. On top of all that, he really knows how to fuck a guy. For long, my ankles were up on his shoulders, and he was pounding sweet and long. Like every other time I have played with him, I found myself moaning and begging for more and actually crying out in total ecstasy. He then turned me around and had me on my knees face buried my pillow, just begging for his load. When he finally came, his beautiful thick and uncut cock got even thicker before pumping a huge load up my ass. He kept that beautiful and thick dick in my ass after he came, given a few slow strokes before pulling out. Well, I was still up on my knees, face, buried, and trying to catch my breath, Kissed both my ass cheeks, and then worked his way up to the back of my neck, and then thanking me before leaving the room. As I stayed there on my knees, face still buried in the pillow, trying to catch my breath, I heard the door of my room close. Someone climbed onto the bed behind me and grabbed both of my hips, then slid what felt like a pretty thick cock into my gooey hole. Whoever it was, took a few test strokes, then gave my ass a real pounding. I was actually blubbering and begging him both to fuck me hard and slow down at the same time. Not sure who this guy was, but he had staying power. Not sure how long he pounded my ass before he started groaning and even pounding faster. he finally shoved his dick all the way in and gave a growl, depositing yet another load up my ass. Then he got up without a word and left me with my ass in the air, my hole gaping and leaking, my balls and inner thighs. since I was having such a good time, I stayed there on my knees with my ass in the air. Not sure how long I remain like that, but finally, I heard my door shutting again and someone else climbing up behind me. This guy rubbed my cheeks and spread them open before he started eating me out. Again, I found myself moaning. Eventually, he decided to fuck me. He was not quite as thick as the last two guys, but it felt good. He also like to slap my ass cheeks as you fucked me. It did not take him very long before he also came up my hole. He left soon after. About that time, my knees were getting pretty sore, so I laid down in the dark on my stomach, with my towel over my head. I took a look at my watch and saw that it was only quarter after 6. I probably laid like that for 10 or 15 minutes before I felt someone climbing into bed and straddling me. Whoever this guy was, he just started to push his cock in, and without fanfare, he started to fuck me. It was about that time I realized there was another guy standing next to the bed watching naked getting fucked. Since it became obvious that the door was open, not sure if he was the only one watching us or not. But when the guy straddling my ass grunted and shot his load, the guy who was watching us took his place. This guy pulled me back up onto my knees before he started to plow my ass. He did not last long before dropping his own load up my ass. After this guy got up and left, I rolled over and set up. With my foot, I shut the door and turned up the light. After a couple of minutes, I got up and took a quick shower. All the while, I tried to do my best to keep those five loads inside of me. Of course, by that time being well fucked, I was leaking down my thighs. Got to admit it felt great After I rinsed off, I went back to my room and sat there with the light pretty low. About that time this 30 something black guy poke his head in the doorway to say hi and ask if he could come in. I told him of course, and asked if he was a top. He laughed and told me that he was most certainly a top. I got to admit that when he dropped his towel, there was some serious BBC action going on under there. He had me get on all fours at the edge of the bed, well he stood behind me and grabbed my hips, working that big beautiful cock into me. Even though I had just been fucked multiple times, that monster still stretched me out. He also fucked me long and slow, pulling out just about the tip before pushing his way all the way in until his balls slept against my balls. He also had quite a bit of stamina and longevity. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but damn it good. And when he finally came, he just kept on stroking in and out of my hole. Before long, he was back to full speed again until he dropped a second load. When he did, he collapsed over my back, both of us are sweaty and panting mess After he finally caught his breath and left, I got up and dressed, and checked out. On the way home on the LIRR, I could feel all those loads seeping out and soaking my boxer briefs. I got that sitting in that gooey mess, I was hard most of the ride home

Tommy writhed twisting in the ropes holding his wrists together above his head and tied to the bedpost, the gag in his mouth preventing his cries and moans of pain from echoing through the room. The hot candle wax cooled on his chest stung and the clips on his nipples bit in as Zeke fucked him. That morning he had been woken up by the rope’s tightening around his wrist as he had been bound, the gag shoved in his mouth when he fuzzily tried to question what was happening followed by a snarling “Shut up you little slut” and a stinging slap across his face. Zeke had then proceed to torment his body with candles, clips and stinging little slaps here and there from a crop before raising his legs and slamming that huge cock of his into his defenseless hole. The fuck had been short, brutal and panful and as always they came together Tommy’s cock spewing cum all over both of them as Zeke’s toxic cum filled him, Tommy lay twitching as Zeke untied him then slid his body next to the boy wrapping his long arms around him, stroking the smooth young skin and whispering soft words to him, slowly bringing him back to himself, talking him down from the pain high that always took the boy when Zeke pushed him beyond a certain point. It had surprised and frightened even Zeke a little the first time it happened. Seeing the boy lost to the world, so caught up in the mixture of pain and pleasure that he could not respond. When coaxing and soft touches had brought Tommy back Zeke had said he would hold back in the future but Tommy had said no. He didn’t know where he went when the pain took him but wherever it was it was pure rapture. Once awareness returned to the boy’s eyes Zeke lifted him and carried him to the shower making out as the hot water raised a cloud of steam to surround them. Later as they rode down in the elevator Zeke asked “Are you sure you are ready for this?” and Tommy nodded. The week he had planned to stay in the city was up and Zeke was driving him home to pick up his things and tell his parents his life had changed. Had been changed. They would not understand. They didn’t even know he was gay and now he was going to dedicate his life to a man he had known for a week? Tommy did not understand it himself, and while he didn’t know if this was love or not he did knew the sex with Zeke was addictive. If truth be told Zeke was just as confused. He had taken countless boys and men throughout his life. He could even remember a few of their names but he never even thought of dumping Tommy. It wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. Zeke was not even sure he could love anyone. Tommy brought out both a desire to cause that young fresh body pain for Zeke’s own gratification and a fierce protectiveness. He would do anything to keep Tommy safe and with him. It was like there was something inside of him making him take this boy into his life and treasure him. Something that was not entirely him. The drive seemed to take no time at all and before Tommy knew it he was walking up to the front door of his house with Zeke, sharp as ever in a gray suit walking behind him, He opened the door calling “Mom! Dad! I’m home!’ Dad came out of his den and mom down from upstairs “We were not expecting you for hours, your bus was not supposed to arrive till 3” mom said stopping as she saw Zeke standing behind her son in the front door, “Zeke drove me home” Tommy said “And who is Zeke?” his dad asked in a not altogether friendly tone. Tommy swallowed and said “He’s my lover” A long silence followed then mom said “I think you better both come in” At first they tried logic and it descended from there. “You just met this man! You don’t really know him! You are going to college in a few months! This is just a phase! The right girl will snap you out of it! No son of mine is going to be a queer! If you think I’m going to pay to send a queer to school you have another thing coming!’ That final one coming out as a shout from his red faced dad. Zeke raised a hand and his cold voice cut through the din “I think that’s enough” he snapped and they fell silent, “What you don’t seem to understand is that Thomas is an adult and can make his own choices. This conversation is not about what you will or will not allow him to do it’s about if you want to drive your son out of your lives or not. As for paying for his education. Don’t worry, I will handle that and I have the influence to get him into one of the best schools in the country, So what is it going to be? When your son walks back out that door do you want it to be ten days or ten years before you talk to him again?” “”But what if his choices are mistakes?” mom asked tears in her eyes “It’s time to let him make his own mistakes too” Zeke said softly and he actually managed to sound compassionate surprising himself “But you are not sending him into the world alone. I promise you I will be there to catch him before he falls too far” These words sounded like they were coming from someone else to Zeke and yet he meant every one. Tommy went up to his room and in a surprisingly short time returned with two small bags, His mother went into the den and returned with a large file folder. “A copy of his birth certificate and other documents” She explained then said to Tommy “This will always be your home and we will always be here if you need us” then she hugged him. A brief nod from his dad in agreement and then a rough embrace and they were back out the door walking to the car. “You ok baby boy?” Zeke asked and then he though “baby boy? Where the hell did that come from?” even as his hand seemed to move on it’s own to take Tommy’s He was rewarded with a shaky smile and a “Yes, thank you” They stayed in a local hotel and Tommy spent the afternoon showing Zeke his hometown. They were obviously a couple and there were many disapproving looks directed at them. “Hey look! Little Tommy has a boyfriend!” A shout rang out It was Steve a guy a few years older than Tommy who had been his friend till he started hanging with the wrong crowd He and two of his friends approached but stopped as Zeke stepped in front of his boy “We aren’t going to have any trouble here are we?” He asked in a quiet voice as his ice blue eyes seemed to glitter with menace “Unnn no... No Sir” and Zeke knew that this man in front of him was not offended by Tommy being openly gay and having someone. He was jealous. Envious that others had the balls tp dp what he was too afraid to. Angry that someone else was taking his Tommy even though he had never said a word about his feelings to him. Steve and his friends slouched off leaving them standing alone “Poor Steve” Tommy sighed “He fights with himself, so afraid to be what he is” Zeke nodded They had dinner and returned to the hotel room, Tommy dropping off to sleep quickly and Zeke sitting in a chair in the dark watching him trying to sort the things that were happening out in his head finally falling asleep, ****** Ezekiel slipped out of his sleeping agent’s mind. What a fucking day! Nudging Zeke to where he needed to be. Making him feel the things he would not admit he even could feel. He slipped into the higher plain and let out an explosive breath, Then he felt it Another being approach him on the higher plane and he turn to confront it. Ezekiel was black fire and this being was white ice, Zeke was the darkness and the other was the light Zeke was… Suddenly the other being shifted into a man-shaped form of incredible beauty, his white wings folded on his back “Honestly Ezekiel, can we skip the dramatic confrontation and light show this time? After all the eons it’s getting old,” “Works for me” Ezekiel e said shifting into an equally beautiful form with black wings, “It’s good to see you Gabe” Gabriel was the agent of Order for this world, The two of them had formed out of nothing eons ago then the precursors of man became self aware and at first had worked against each other destroying what the other did but as time passed they gradually learned that working together or at least not opposing each other helped advance mankind much more quickly It had been Gabriel's agent. A music teacher. Who had influenced a young boy named Jeff Clayton years back. Encouraging his musical talent and urging him to post his songs online, but also encouraging him to never loose that reckless streak in his nature. Setting him on a path that would eventually lead him into the arms and bed of a man named Mike. “Good to see you Gabe” Ezekiel said and spread both his arms and wings Gabriel stepped to him and kissed him as they melted into one another making love and merging till there was almost no separation between them. The closest way to describe it was it was like fucking someone who was fucking you at the same time… sort of. It was release. It was love. It was communing with the only other being who would always be there through the centuries. The only one who understood. ***** Zeke woke up in his chair. He felt freer, less restrained, Every feeling for Tommy was still there. Now immovable bedrock in his soul but his chaotic nature towards others was free to wreak havoc. He quietly dressed and left the room hunting, It was 3am and the bar was closed. Steve had only had a couple that night so he was not really drunk as he cut through an alley on the way home, “You are Steve aren’t you?” a voice, rough and sultry came out of the shadows. Then a man moved into the half light between the buildings, It was the guy who had been with Tommy earlier. “Yeah” he said a bit nervously. The guy seemed even more menacing tonight “Zeke” the man said giving his name. “You should not harass others because they are brave enough to be who they are, You should not be afraid to be who you are.” “What are you talking about?” Steve asked but he knew Zeke backed him into a wall and placed a hand on his face leaning in as if to kiss him and just before their lips touched he whispered “I’m going to free you Steve” gripping his shoulders, turning him to face the wall and yanking his baggy shorts down to his ankles. Steve did not resist. Deep inside he had wanted this for years. He had wanted a man to take him and use him, He sobbed in pent up frustration and longing and submitted. Zeke unzipped his pants freeing his cock and plunged unmercifully into the virgin hole before him, his long fingered hand covering Steve's mouth and muffling the scream as he took him. Sliding in and out his cock head scraping those inner walls getting them ready to receive his gift as he pounded into the bully with quickened strokes till his evil release. Balls pumping his poison cum deep inside the unsuspecting man. Steve’s moan of pure pleasure as he came against the wall a release of years of secret desires. Zeke pulled out , zipped up and walked away a quiet “Thank you” coming from Steve and wondered if he would still thank him when his gift was revealed. He slipped back into the hotel room, quietly showered the slipped into bed with Tommy wrapping long arms protectively, possessive around him and drifted off to sleep. ****** Ezekiel had returned to his agent just as he was breeding Steve in that alley. Mentally sighing he checked Steve’s future for potential damage. Steve’s future had been unremarkable before and it still was but he had actually been shifted into a happier path where he would find real love someday Riding in Zeke’s mind back to the hotel room he nudged his feelings for Tommy further open then settled down to wait as they slept.

Tommy and Zeke walked the vendor room at “Comicpalooza” The biggest sci-fi/fantasy convention on the east coast, They shared a love of comic books with morally ambiguous anti-heroes who usually saved the day but not because they cared. They had discovered their common love of comics and that they had the same absolute favorite series during Mike and Jeff’s visit when Tommy had stealthily stalked Jeff who was laying in the sun by the pool. Springing onto him and delivering his half of the tag line as he pinned his cousin to the towel “only consequences” whispered in a dark dramatic voice Jeff rolled his eyes “Oh god, are you STILL on that “Spider and Sting” trip? You have been stalking me and saying that since you were ten or so. Get over it!” he said in good natured exasperation Zeke then stood and came to stand over the two striking a dramatic pose of his own pointing at Jeff and said in his sultry quiet “demon” voice “There is no justice” the first half of the tag line Tommy then grinned at his cousin and repeated “only consequences” Spider and Sting had been a spin off comic from one of the major comic companies that though it did not sell well initially now had a cult following. Spider somewhat resembled Zeke Evil though he was even thinner and wore huge steampunkish goggles, a standard anti-hero skin tight black latex catsuit thigh high black boots and gloves to the elbow. When he wished his slightest touch skin to skin caused a slow creeping illness the persisted until the victim confessed his sins and made them right. While someone had the illness Spider inhabited their mind tormenting them with images of what they had done and what the consequences were. Spider could also make himself irresistibly attractive to people making them want to touch him and he used this to take advantage of the rich and corrupt Sting was a knife wielding martial artist constantly battling to control a demon who possessed him but also made him the only person in the world immune to Spider’s touch He protected the physically frail Spider. There were strong implications that they were lovers but it was never really confirmed. His catsuit was silver with white boots and gloves and a silver headband. Oddly enough, or maybe not so oddly Thomas Evil looked a lot like him Zeke and Tommy had looked at each other and smiled both of them making a connection and seeing deeper into the other’s motivations and influences So now they walked the convention in full Spider and Sting regalia, Zeke with his goggles and black catsuit and Tommy next to him with his silver headband and matching silver catsuit with the biohazard backed skull that was the sigil of the comic book duo in acid green on their chest. At 8pm the adults only party started and the kinkier side of the crowd emerged. They saw latex fairies, leather elves and trussed up space rangers hands bound behind their backs and ball gags in their mouths Tommy and Zeke removed the matching shorts they had worn for modesty’s sake to reveal just how tight latex could be, leaving very little to the imagination. Tommy put on a matching silver collar and Zeke attached a leash as they joined the menagerie fitting right in. Most of society would call these people freaks or worse. Most of society was boring. They all filed into the hotel ballroom for the aptly named “Freaks and Geeks” party and Tommy lead Zeke out on the dance floor where it was hard to tell if they were dancing or making out. Later as they took a break a handsome man in his late 40s approached them “You two are the best Spider and Sting I have ever seen. I am Bill Roaker and I am truly honored” he said, extending his hand. Bill Roaker had been the creator and artist on the Spider and Sting series as well as many other comics and both Tommy and Zeke recognized the name shaking his had warmly “It’s so nice to meet you! Spider and Sting was my favorite comic growing up,. I just knew they were lovers and it gave a little boy who was different hope that I would find love myself someday” Tommy gushed like every fanboy ever meeting a boyhood hero Then a young man maybe a year or so younger than Tommy came up and wormed his way into Bill’s arms the family resemblance evident and at odds with how he wrapped his arms around Bill’s waist “There you are Dad” he said and kissed him “This is my son Ken” Bill said in a tentative voice not sure of how this would be received and not seeming completely comfortable with it himself “Nice to meet you Ken” Zeke said, smiling. He and Tommy both fooled around with their cousins. Who were they to judge? They all sat at a table away from the dance floor and Ken explained, “Most kids have various crushes and such but the only one I ever had was my Dad. It just felt so natural to love him. He was clueless though. Just a normal dad to me. I think I was 15 or 16 when he finally realized that when I told him I loved him I meant that I was in love with him. His only reaction was to say “I love you too Son. If you still feel this way when you are 18 we can talk” then he went back to being a normal dad. Well my 18th birthday was yesterday and I still am in love with him” Ken said looking almost defiantly at his father “I can’t deny I love him and that he is the most beautiful boy in the world” Bill said looking a bit troubled “I never thought about him in a sexual way till now. I would not let myself and I have been to busy raising him since his mom passed. But yesterday he made it plain he’s interested in more than a platonic relationship. I should be thrilled to have an 18 year old gorgeous boy who wants me so badly but he’s my son” “You don’t want to have sex with him?” Tommy asked “I’m HIV positive. I don’t want to poz him but he refuses to even discuss condoms” Bill answered blushing a little and looking at Ken with a kind of hopeless love and longing “I want to experience my dad in every way and condoms would just come between us” Ken said with a stubborn set to his jaw “And I’m not pozzing my own son” Bill said just as stubbornly :I will go out and get someone else to do it if I have to!” Ken said hotly “Then we can be together with no qualms on your part” Zeke and Bill were a little taken aback when Tommy took Ken’s hand and said “I’d love to poz you, I’d really like to help you two out” Zeke snorted, choking a little on that one. Little Thomas Evil was showing his horns and Zeke felt a swell of pride and love in his heart “You are poz?” Ken asked Tommy nodded “Zeke infected me the night we met over a year ago I have never regretted it. We are getting married in a few weeks” he said taking Zeke’s hand and letting all his love shine in his eyes “I have never been with anyone” Ken said shyly looking down Tommy leaned across the table and put a finger under his chin tilting his head up and kissing him. "I will be gentle. I promise. Then you and your dad can be together forever just like Zeke and I” The entire situation had Zeke ready to burst but he held back letting Tommy handle it. “What if it doesn’t take?” Bill asked, then “I can’t believe I am sitting here talking to someone about infecting my 18 year old son with HIV” “Once I have bred him you will never know who infected him” Tommy said “Can you live with that?” Bill thought about it and then nodded “I just don’t want to know for sure I pozzed him” Then he looked at Ken “Son are you sure? You are so young and there are so many guys your age for you to fall in love with” “I have been in love with you for years. I want this” Ken said taking his dad’s hand They rose and went upstairs to Zeke and Tommy’s suite all four stripping, Ken somewhat shyly. Zeke and Tommy took a quick shower after a day in latex and when they came back out Ken and Bill were making out on the bed laying on their sides. Tommy got behind Ken as Zeke slipped behind Bill who nodded and said “I have wanted to be fucked by Spider since I first drew him” Father and son continued to kiss as Zeke slid into the more experienced ass and started a slow grinding in and out motion Tommy took his time, working lubed fingers in gently stretching that hole and getting it ready for his toxic 8 incher. He put the head at that virgin hole and gently pushed in feeling his mushroom head pop through the slight resistance as Ken moaned in pain. Tommy reached around him and found his nipples fingering them till they came up to hard points then pinching as he slid further in. The combination if new sensations allowing Ken to relax enough for Tommy to fully enter him. Tommy slowly fucked this neg boy his toxic pre slicking the way and letting him speed up soon pounding into him as he and Zeke rolled their bottom onto their stomachs taking command of the situation. Zeke leaned over and kissed his Tommy as they got ready to breed father and son Groaning as they came together dumping their virus tainted seed into the willing holes beneath them. After they got up Ken rolled onto his back and looked at his dad “I need you” he whispered and Bill moved between his son’s legs raising his legs up and sliding a cock a bit longer and thicker than Tommy’s in Zeke held Tommy as they watched Bill and Ken consummate their love. Bill did not last long and soon he bred his Son even deeper than Tommy had, Ken shooting all over both of them “I love you Dad” Ken said Bill looked at him and said “Ken, we are lovers and life partners now. You need to start calling me Bill” then he kissed his lover gently ***************************************** Comments and questions welcome

Jason did return quite regularly after that, and seemed to come out of his shell a bit more with us as he got more used to feeling like what he was doing was OK. It was maybe the fourth or fifth visit to ours that he actually decided to stick around for a bit to have a drink and talk after we’d fucked, and the eighth visit was when we first managed to get him to undress again for a second round before staying the night in one of the guest bedrooms. We tested his boundaries a little more with each visit, and discovered that he seemed to respond well to a bit of domination. We took things slowly on that front, starting with strapping him onto the bench, then into the sling, and eventually into a set of stocks that Stone ordered to add to the playroom equipment (which of course we had ‘christened’ with me being put into them first before Stone invited the whole neighbourhood round to join in). However, we also got him to start practicing as a versatile performer, mixing up what we did to him with the occasional topping role, usually with me as the bottom but also a couple of times with Stone. He was certainly a very eager student. We weren’t really sure what was happening with him outside of his visits to our place, but one day he decided to talk about it with us over some post-fucking drinks and cigarettes. Evidently the studio had not responded well to his arrest, so despite the charges being dropped they had let quietly him go from his contract. However, one of the execs had put him onto a friend of his, and Jason had started working with him. These were all-black orgy films shot with a single camera around the guy’s house, and Jason always wore a hood as he took up position on his front or back to get fucked and bred by the various tops and versatile performers also on set. He showed us one of the films that had been released onto that studio’s website, and what surprised us the most was that it was so obviously him, given he wore no top so his distinctive tattoos were on full view, and he hadn’t even taken off his trademark gold Cubans. We decided not to say anything about this though, and once he was gone we had looked through all of the videos he had done with this new outfit. Despite him clearly getting other action now, he carried on visiting us on a pretty regular basis. On one occasion we decided to take things up a notch or two by ‘forgetting’ that we had invited Frank and Bram over to play, and when they entered the playroom through the side door Jason looked a bit like a deer in headlights. Credit to him though, because after only a brief moment of looking like he was about to freak out, he relaxed and went with the flow. Loads were taken by all that night, though Jason’s hole was obviously the main focus. Thereafter we brought Frank, Bram and some other friends in on the play every now and then. Jason did eventually get sick, and Stone and I took it in turns to be at his place looking after him while he converted. He seemed to understand what had happened, and didn’t react too badly when we took him to a clinic and the result was confirmed. He eventually told us that his prep supply had indeed ended when his contract was terminated, but by then he wasn’t able to turn off his need to be bred despite no longer being protected. He had not been actively chasing, but nor did he do anything to reduce the risk of infection and had kind of known it was inevitable. He told us he knew we must be poz because of working with Scorpex, and that he knew he could also maybe just start seeking what he needed from neg or undetectable guys, but somehow had just wanted to keep coming to our playroom. He genuinely seemed OK with it, although we suspected he might need a bit of support as the reality dawned on him so we kept an eye out. In the meantime we decided to introduce him to Scorpex, and it turned out they had been enamoured with the hooded blinged-up bottom appearing in the orgy films but had somehow failed to make the connection. Jason was soon signed up for a contract as a versatile performer, giving him access to healthcare insurance so he could go on meds and, in time, get some support when he did start to freak out a bit about his new status. He has become a popular performer with Scorpex, and Stone and I got to appear with him when the execs wanted him to be dominated for a shoot and he had said he would only do that with us. Interestingly, Jason has settled into a sort of middle ground in life, having started out as a straight man performing only as a top, becoming a needy hungry bottom with us, but now happily able to talk about his bisexuality. He actually has a girlfriend, a poz dancer he met through a support group, but she is relaxed about his work and also the need to satisfy other urges to keep him happy. As such, while no longer as frequent as it was for a while, he still comes over every now and then to play. Seeing Jason find a bit of peace and happiness with himself has spurred me on too. Stone and I are about to go away to a cabin in Colorado for a little break, and I have decided to take the plunge. He and I are perfect together, and when I find the right place and time up in the mountains, I shall be getting down on one knee. Wish me luck! THE END

As Cal approached Zeke showed no outward sign of tension but inwardly he braced himself. Nothing however could have prepared him for what happened though. “Tom, isn’t it?” Cal said shaking Tommy’s hand “It’s going to take me a couple weeks to get all the names sorted out.” “Close enough, Tom works” Tommy laughed Cal smiled then turned to Zeke. He seemed to deflate and with the air of a puppy who has been scolded and is trying to make amends he quickly stepped to Zeke, wrapped his arms around his waist laid his head on his chest and said meekly “Zeke, I know I went radio silent on you for a couple months. I went into a huge depression after my diagnosis and I could barely function. I was not surprised to find my number blocked when I tried it. I never even tried the credit card. I just cut it up. Then I saw on the hookup sites that you were listing your status as poz and I figured it out. I must have infected you somehow! I’m such an idiot! I pulled another vanishing act right when we needed to be communicating the most! Can you ever forgive me baby?” Zeke stood stiff armed through this, his mind working very fast. He glanced at Tommy quickly. He was grateful he had told Tommy about Cal. Once their feelings for each other had come out into the open they both discovered how little they truly knew about the men they loved and long talks about life stories had followed, Zeke was glad he had been both detailed and brutally honest about the whole thing and to his surprise Tommy had approved. “You told me about your childhood and who you were back then and the first time you let someone in they do that? I’m surprised you didn’t turn into a serial killer and it explains so much about you. Do you know how incredible you are? After all that you let me in. I can’t imagine how hard it was to admit you loved me to me. The route you took was a bit extreme but it led you to me. To us. How can I condemn you for that?” Tommy had said once he had heard every grisly detail. The young man’s eyes were not shocked or jealous but had a coldly calculating look as he put two and two together. This was THAT Cal and somehow he had totally missed what Zeke had truly done to him… or so he said. As he caught Zeke’s glance he looked at the pathetically sobbing Cal and gave a helpless shrug. Zeke sighed and put his arms around the crying Cal and in typical Zeke fashion said “We can talk about it” making no promises. They sat n a coffee shop. Cal had cast several annoyed glances at Tommy who was not going anywhere. Cal obviously wanted to get Zeke alone and thought Tommy was the interloper here. finally asking “So how do you know Zeke, Tom?” “We have been dating a few months” Tommy replied and fought the urge to make some possessive move like taking Zeke’s hand in his. What he said was true if not complete and he felt confident in what he had with Zeke. “Thomas has come to mean a lot to me” Zeke said then took Tommy’s hand in his. It was totally different when Zeke did it. It was not a sign of insecurity it was proclaiming to the world that this Boy belonged to him and he was treasured. Tommy melted just a little Cal’s eyes narrowed for a second then with a friendly smile he said “I’m so happy for you two! Maybe we can get together someday and trade Zeke stories. It’s so hard to get him to open up. It took me months! I can tell you some things that drive him wild in bed though. He always said I was the best. Though I’m sure you are now in his eyes naw” and he put a hand on Zeke’s arm trying to stake a prior claim Three weeks ago Tommy would have had to agree about getting Zeke to open up but that dance had changed everything. “We are getting to know each other. That’s the exciting part of a new relationship. Isn’t it?” Tommy said sounding and looking so much like the wide eyed teen he no longer was Zeke was impressed “Oh and the sex is incredible! I have learned so much!” Tommy continued gushing and Zeke hid his smile at the annoyance in Cal’s eyes when he realized his barbs had totally missed. Cal was a “cast off” no better than those guys at the baths and they both knew it. The conversation went on for a while but this reunion was obviously not going how Cal had imagined and he soon made excuses and left after extracting a promise from Zeke to get together soon and talk about old times “He’s not to subtle is he?” Tommy asked as they walked home “We caught him off guard, surprises always rattle him. You however adapt very quickly, I was impressed.” Zeke said, putting his arm around Tommy’s shoulder as they walked, which was a first in public. Tommy leaned into him “I doubt he will give up though. I think he sees you as a toy he can play with anytime he wants then put it back on the shelf” he said reflectively “He wants his toy back now that someone else has it. He really has no idea who you really are does he?” “I will teach him who I am if I have to” Zeke said darkly his ice blue eyes glinting That evening Cal did some research, looking up Tommy’s student records, His home address was listed as Zeke’s apartment. More than dating then. Reading his entrance exam evaluation and from his own first week assessment of the boy he certainly had the talent to be here despite his late application but he also knew Zeke had made a large donation to the school about that time. For “Dating a few months” Zeke seemed to be taking a huge hand in the boy’s life and Cal wanted to know why. It couldn't be love, not that fast. Not with someone who wasn't Cal Cal was not the type to just be happy for the two and move on. He had taken this job fully intending to eventually encounter Zeke and make him his again. His “radio silence” had not been depression. A man he had been seeing in Chicago, who spoiled him even more than Zeke had, had whisked him away for a weekend in Paris and proposed and then dumped him a couple months later when he learned of Cal’s status. Cal honestly thought that stagehand the cast nicknamed “The Donkey” had infected him as a couple months after his diagnosis several other cast members had turned up poz. The fact that Cal had been fucking and getting fuckees by all of them never really occurring to him. Cal was the definition of self centered. Despite all the evidence to the contrary Cal thought this Tom or Tommy or whatever could be brushed aside easily and once that was done Zeke would be his again. Tommy was enjoying college. The classes were challenging, especially Cal’s class. Aside from occasional inquiries about how Zeke was doing things remained casual, Cal worked Tommy no harder than the other students, the praise and criticisms he received were merited or deserved, “Maybe we misjudged him” Tommy thought after a few weeks but he never dropped his guard. Tommy made friends with several of his fellow gay first years. Some of them were frustrated with the selection on the hookup apps now that they were away from parental control. Tommy casually mentioned the baths he and Zeke frequented. They had all met Zeke as he often walked Tommy to the school or met him for lunch at the gate as his office was just across the street and several of them sighed over how lucky Tommy was and asked the most inappropriate questions which Tommy answered in wicked detail. Zeke was sitting on his throne in the back room with Tommy bent over his knee being spanked and loving every second of it when Al, one of Tommy’s school friends, peeked through the door. Spotting him Tommy waved with a smile as the spanking continued. As Al approached Zeke set Tommy in front of him on the throne pulling him back against him and draping one arm languidly over his shoulder. “Greetings Al” Zeke said with a sultry smile below those burning eyes of his “Hi!” Al said taking in the scene and then turning to can the entire back room where several men looked back with interest. “You weren’t kidding about this place, it’s every nasty dream I have ever had since I found kinky porn online.” he said to Tommy “Why don’t you give our novice friend a tour?” Zeke said Tommy nodded and rose taking Al by the arm Al’s eyes went a bit wide as he saw the biohazard tattoo above Zeke’s cock and took in his evil looking persona. Then his eyes were drawn down to the motion of Zeke’s finger rubbing that vein as his smile turned slightly wicked. Al was an attractive boy, ginger and freckled all over “Come on” Tommy laughed, pulling his friend away and showing him the wonders of the bathhouse with it’s wanton masculine sexuality on full display. Places like this were havens where gay men could truly be themselves without societies ever judging eyes on them. “Is Zeke poz?” Al asked as they walked through the corridors looking through the open doors at the sensual, turgid delights displayed there. “Yes” Tommy answered simply "And you?” Al asked sounding scared and turned on at the same time “Probably” Tommy shrugged “We don’t let anything come between us when we fuck” “Wow” was all the response he got though Tommy noticed the front of his towel bulging out a bit more, “If you are going to come to places like this. If this is the type of free for all sex life you want then it’s a risk, even a probability. The man I love is poz and I don’t want to have to think about it every time he fucks me. When it happens at least I know where it came from. We are not monogamous but so far only Zeke has fucked me since we met.” Tommy said matter-of-factly as they came back to the back room, As they got back to Zeke who watched them approach, still rubbing that vein with his long thin finger said “Welcome back boys” in that menace tinted sultry voice he used when he was intent on new prey and Al nodded nervously. Tommy backed into the wall beside the throne pulling Al with him and kissing him his hands roaming his body as they made out, finding the ginger’s towel and pushing it to the floor as Zeke came up behind him. Al kissed back. He had nursed a crush for Tommy since they met. His eyes widened as he felt Zeke behind him his cock nudging his ass. He was no virgin but had always played safe before. “Wait…” he started to say “Shhhh baby boy, just let it happen” Tommy whispered in his ear biting his earlobe then moving down to suck and chew on his neck as the ginger moaned helplessly in pleasure. Tommy’s hands moved down his sides to his ass pulling his cheeks apart giving Zeke better access to that neg hole. Zeke slid balls deep in slowly his bony fingers pinching his victim’s nipples adding to the overwhelming sensations keeping Al docile and receptive as Tommy’s lips sucked leaving marks on that freckled neck. Al moaned tilting his head back against Zeke’s shoulder exposing his neck further to Tommy’s ministrations as Zeke slid in and out of him totally lost to the pleasure these two were wreaking on his body. “It’s like being trapped between an angel and a demon and it feels so good” was the most rational thought his mind could form as Zeke’s pace picked up finally ending in a brutal thrust deep into his guts and that strange new wet feeling inside as Zeke’s virus filled cum shot inside him. Zeke stepped back and to his surprise Tommy stepped around Al and pushed him face first and slammed his cock up that defenseless ginger ass and begin a quick paced breeding of his own finally adding his cum to Zeke’s with a groan. As they all caught their breath Al still seemed a bit out of it. “I don’t want to just leave him hare, he’s a friend” Tommy said Zeke nodded and turned, motioning to a man with a biohazard tattoo on his shoulder who had been watching the entire scene. Zeke knew him to be a firm but gentle silver bear and that he had a thing for young redheads. “Take care of him” Zeke said The man nodded and guided the still slightly dazed Al out of the backroom and down the corridor, probably towards a private room. Al’s night was not over yet Zeke thought with a smirk A couple days later when Tommy saw Al in the hall on the way to a class he walked with a confident swagger not bothering to hide the marks on his neck Tommy had put there or the thin leather collar padlocked there. “Nice collar” Tommy said his own silver necklace bouncing as he jogged to catch up. “Daddy gave it to me” Al said with pride “Daddy?” Tommy asked ‘The guy you two sent me off with the other night. His name is George but he likes me to call him Daddy” Al said without a hint of a blush. “Congratulations!” Tommy said warmly as the continued towards class

Some of the minor characters in this story first appeared in this story. Zeke moved through the bath house with a confident, masculine, sensual strut knowing the very men who turned away from his gaze deep inside them wanted what he offered. At nearly 6 feet 6 inches and only 195 pounds he looked thinner than he really was. It enhanced the image he wanted to project. Long dark hair with a strand of white here and there hung about his face framing the illusion of sunken cheeks his done structure gave him in low light the sensual curve of his lips curled into a wicked, taunting smile and his eyes. Those ice blue compelling eyes that always seemed to catch the light even in near darkness. His nails were painted black and his body was covered in tattoos with a biohazard prominently displayed above his cock which was currently confined bulging out the front of his leather pants but when he freed it to wreak it’s damage on the men who succumbed to their own dark desires it was thick and hung long, never limp, it always had a slight lifting curve because of the huge balls under it like small oranges hanging low, churning out that liquid poison they all feared and all wanted so badly. He strode through the back room past the benches and slings to a large sturdy chair against the wall on a slightly raised dais, almost a throne and sat surveying his subjects. The men engaged in debauchery before him. Grinding and sweating. Fucking and fisting. All aware of him on some level. Hoping to not draw his attention and craving it at the same time but tonight Zeke paid them little mind knowing his prey would come to him… soon. Sure enough as Zeke looked up the boy meekly slipped through the door wide eyed at the sexual mayhem in the room. Barely old enough to be here. Not a virgin but full of the innocence of small town life where he had to hide who he was. One bight with an older man a week after his 18th birthday and now a trip to the city and this bath house. Zeke saw all this in a glance and smiled as the boy spotted him across the room and blushed red as Zeke’s hand caressed the bulge in his pants and motioned the boy closer. It was time for the game to begin. “What is your name pretty boy?” Zeke asked as he drew closer. “Tommy…. ummm … Tom” he replied trying to sound older “I’m Zeke Tommy, nice to meet you. Now that we know each other, why don’t you come over hare, kneel and accept me as your Master? You will eventually. You will submit and I will yank you out of that boring little life you knew till now and change you” Tommy looked shocked by his directness and wanted to back away but like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a snake Zeke’s eyes held him. “Ummm maybe I should go…” Tommy said though his feet stayed planted. Zeke ignored him and continued. “By the time I’m done with you you will not even recognize the person you have become. I’m going to enslave you to free you. The price is high but you will willingly pay” he said slowly unbuttoning his pants and letting his cock hang out running a finger along a vein in it then up to the base and further up to circle the biohazard tattoo. “Do you know what this means?” Tommy swallowed and nodded “That’s the price for being enslaved and used. That’s the price for being mine. For the things I will teach you. The pleasure pleasing me will bring to you.” Zeke said quietly in a room full of the sounds of raw man sex but Tommy heard every word. “Deep inside you know you want to be mine, you even want my virus to claim you so you very blood will be mine.” Then he dropped his gaze freeing the helpless boy before him. That was one of the rules. It had to be willing. Tommy backed up a step but the seed was planted in his mind and his eyes could not pull away from the motion of Zeke’s finger which had returned to stroking that vein. Finally the boy blinked and stumbled out of the room. He would roam the bath house and many men would offer but his mind would be filled with thoughts of Zeke and his words, He would be back. Zeke watched his minions writhing in the sexual dance and waited. Tommy wandered the halls, looking in the open doors at the men lying in semi darkness hands languidly stroking hard flesh in open invitation. Any of these men. muscular or stout, hairy or smooth could have satisfied his inexperienced needs. Indeed they could have shaped his sexual appetites for the rest of his life with their own little kinks but none of them caught his attention. None of them excited him, thrilled him, made him shiver with hear and desire. His mind kept going back to Zeke. The way he could feel the wrongness, The evil. The malicious intent to taint him for life. To free him… His mind distracted his treacherous feet kept taking him past the entrance to the back room and every time he glanced through it Zeke’s eyes caught him, that wicked, knowing smile on his lips. Finally Tommy gave in, walking to the throne and sinking to his knees. Part of his mind screaming at him to run but his lust overriding all logical thought. Zeke didn’t say a word he just motioned him to stand and walked him to a device like a large X securing his wrists and ankles tightly and began to spank him with a firm hand then a paddle. The pain rewired Tommy’s brain making his cock grow hard and when Zeke clamped sharp clips to his nipples he almost came. Zeke worked the boy's body with an expert touch. Pain and pleasure merging till he was almost incoherent lost in the sensations groaning in wanton acceptance as Zeke’s cock finally probed his crack finding his hole and plunging in almost ripping the boy’s tender flesh as he forced him open his warm, wet, silky insides to him Feeling that smooth bubble ass, so young and healthy looking grind back into him as his massive balls swung with his thrusts “Here it comes Tommy boy” Zeke hissed in his ear “Here comes my tainted seed, my virus to infect you. There is no turning back now just give in to it and let me into your blood and soul.” and his balls contracted, pumping his poison as he came deep inside “You! Are! Mine!” each word punctuated with a long jet of toxic cum filling that battered receptive hole. Tommy’s cock erupted sending his cum flying. The men who had been watching the show cheered

Checking in with some positive news. I started epclusa (sofosbuvir/velpatasvir) treatment a month ago and at my first viral load test at the month mark and I'm already undetectable. My liver enzymes are also down to normal. This is all very impressive because my VL was in the high millions/ml and the liver enzymes (AST and ALT) on the 1000s, (now <40). This stuff works and even didn't get side effects from it. Need to keep taking pills for 2 months and then 3 months later the official viral load test to confirm the cure. As far as pricing goes even when my specialty pharmacy was quoting me 7k a month, it was $0 at checkout so I will not complain about that! (I think they autoapplied the gilead coupon). Will update later on..

Rex fucked the boy slowly, moving in and out, always taking the boy to the elbow each time. As Wes opened up his face became blissful, but sweat pored off of him from the effort. After about 1/2 hour, Rex made his fist bigger, progressively opening the boy’s chute elbow deep until he could practically take a clenched fist. Rex mentioned to Ed. “I should give him my clenched fist before you have a go,” Res stated, “Unless you want him to hurt?” Ed smiled, and said, “I want him to know it was his daddy that trenched him out. He’s so beautiful when he suffers.” Rex smiled, and pulled out abruptly, teasing and finger-fucking Wes’s small prolapse, as Wes writhed and groaned above. Ed gave the boy a decent booty bump and then began to grease up. “You want your Daddy Ed to fist you? Give you a deep and wide pussy?” Ed directed at Wes. Wes, lost in the lust and desire, chanted “Use my pussy daddy, stretch my pussy.” Ed surprised the boy—and Rex, who grinned and stroked his hard cock—with 10 minutes of brutal clenched fist shallow punching. The boy screamed but soon began to push back, as he always did. However, he screamed again when his Daddy Ed pulled his fist out, made it into a smaller intermediate shape and pushed it in several inches past the point he had been punching. The boy was suspended again, as he had been so many times already, with the weight of his body forcing his ass down on something too big and too wide. The boy stuttered—and time stopped for just a second— then his hole opened he slid down until Ed’s huge hand—made into a bird shape-went just to the knuckles of his second hole for the first time. Rex gave the boy a huge round of poppers and then slapped his chest, and with a little jump of Wes’s torso Ed’s fist slide through the boy’s second hole The boy’s deeper access had been opened by hours of deep toy play and Rex’s prep, was still stretched beyond comfort by the jump in size. As Wes colon stretched beyond his imagining, the boy moaned and cried out but Ed’s birds hand fist kept going. And for the first time in the three years they had been together Ed fisted his boy to mid forearm. Ed held completely still, and waited patiently as the boy adjusted. The minute he felt any loosening, he began to move his arm very slightly back and forth until he could move in and out slowly. Then he started pushing forward. “Look at me boy,” Ed commanded. Wes opened his eyes, barely seeing anything from the lust and pleasure he’d been riding for hours now. “Pussy’s not finished until you can take me elbows deep, boy,” Ed demanded, “Do you understand? Beg me.” Wes begged, “Hurt me daddy, fuck me deep, give me your big elbow.” And Ed began to slowly fuck deeper and deeper until Wes got what he wanted and Ed did too. Ed fisted the boy until he could get his balled fist in to mid forearm. He then asked Rex to take over, and within seconds of aggressive work—Wes panting and crying—Rex had his balled fisted elbow deep in the boy. They worked in tandem, fisting the boy for several hours more, each time getting deeper and deeper and meeting any sign of Wes’s exhaustion with more drugs. Both men got just a tiny bit past the elbow, but Wes was too small and in the end just too inexperienced to take a punch that deep. Largely satisfied, Ed and Rex each delivered a good 15 minutes of elbow deep punching before abruptly stopping. Wes was a mess. His whole body—definition incredible due to the dehydration of nearly 24 solid hours of drugs and effort—glistened with sweat, cum, lube, flecks of Tina, and piss. He pussy gaped open, the big lips swollen to nearly twice their size, all manner of fluids draining out. Despite this, Wes started whining and begging for more. Ed picked him up and he and Res took him to the shower and washed him, Wes leaning against the wall with exhaustion but still begging to be fucked. Rex positioned the boy leaning against the shower wall with one leg on the floor and the other up on the shower bench, spreading his pussy open. Ed gleefully adjusted the shower shot with a pretty big flow and proceeded to roughly hose the boy out. Wes groaned and the deep penetration of water, but then began to push back. Ed pushed into the boy deeper and deeper, fucking him with the water, the boy so loose water flowed out of his wide open hole the entire time. Rex leaned down to Ed’s ear, “Enough pleasure. Hurt him and remind me whose pussy that is.” Ed grinned and started pushing hard until Wes started crying out “Too deep Daddy too deep.” Ed ignore the boy, and pushed the hose until Wesley screamed, his perfect body locked with all his muscles rigid. Ed pushed about two inches further and then began to fuck the boy with the water. The minute the boy relaxed, Ed pushed deeper, doing this over and over until about 19 inches of hose was buried in the boy. Ed went no deeper, and fucked and fucked and Rex kept adding minute amounts of water to the flow. Ed was wild with lust, his cock raging and the new domination or his boy, and he leaned in and whispered, “Who owns that pussy?” Wes opened his eyes and looked at Ed’s hard expression, “You do, Daaaaaadyeeeee.” His words lost in a shriek of pain as Ed pushed the hose in another inch in one push and fucked the boy there. Wes never got used to that depth but Ed fucked him anyway. Letting Wes cry and beg, and when the boy tried to move his hands to resist Rex pinned him against the wall. Ed immediately pushed the hose deeper and Wes began to cry. Ed fucked him relentlessly and the boy submitted. Even after he submitted, Ed pushed another 1/2 inch and fucked deep with the water. After just a few minutes of Wes in agony, Ed nodded at Rex and said “Turn it up a little.” Rex began slowly increasing the flow again as Ed fucked him at depth and began to pull out. As the water increased he moved the angles around, pushing and filling the boy, the balance between less depth and more water keeping the boy on the edge of pain. He exited the boy’s hole with the sure shot and turned the water flow almost to full. He washed the boy all over and then said, “Spread your pussy.” Wes obeyed and Ed speared him with the flowing water as far as he could go, not stopping until he was back at the deepest depth. Wes was rigid, a silent howl on his face, as Ed pushed the water in a full another inch and brutally fucked. He did this for only a minute, but it was a lifetime of Agony for Wes. Ed then abruptly pulled the hose out and stopped the water. Wes was panting, his ass in the biggest prolapse of his life, soaking wet, and face red from crying. Ed and Rex were hard as steel, the excitement of seeing the boy take their abuse at one of its highest points. Ed speared the boy’s hole in one thrust and picked up him up in one motion. He turned to Rex, who pushed the boy leg’s up further and double penetrated the boy in one motion. Despite three years of being DP’d by his daddy and other big cocks, and despite hours of stretching around toys and fists, it was still a lot of cock suddenly up his sore hole. Wes grunted and moaned as the men, lost in their desire to use and dominate the smaller man, jackhammered him for a good half hour before coming. Ed pushed Wes’s weight onto Rex, and moved the boys head to Rex’s shoulder. “Bedroom, fucking, coming down,” Ed said elliptically. Rex nodded and walked with the boy in his arms, his big cock still hard, buried in the boys sweet pussy. When Rex reached the bedroom he lay on his back and commanded Wes to ride him. Lost in lust and need Wes rode him with his eyes closed. Rex came back with a couple of beers and a bottle of Gatorade. For the next several hours—it was now Saturday night after they had started on a Friday around 4–the men fucked in all sorts of positions, sometimes together sometimes separately. The fucking was generally slow and both men enjoyed how sensitive the boy’s hole was after hours of abuse,how the slightest shift in direction could make Wes gasp or moan. They fed Wes loads and loads of chempiss, as they drank beer and he drank piss and Gatorade. When he showed signs of edginess, Ed gave him a little GHB and then both men pissed in his hole and fisted him, slowly but making sure to take him deeper than was comfortable, to hurt him slowly and slightly, but Wes never asked then to stop. In fact, he begged to be fisted. Rex slapped him, and said, “Someday I will get you this sore and then I will reuse all of my deep toys plus bigger ones on you while your Daddy Ed enjoys your screams, but not tonight.” Ed was a bit more aggressive, and made the boy take his closed fist nearly to the elbow despite how difficult it was for Wes. Wes moaned, cried, and chanted, “Daddy’s hole, Daddy’s hole.” Rex whispered in Ed ear, “We can get him high and use him again if that’s what you want. He will do things now you can’t imagine if we get him high enough.” Ed smiled, and said, “As much as I’d love to, not tonight. We gotta get your car fixed, even if I have to do it because the boy’s gotta sleep.” But Ed didn’t stop fisting, amazed at the lust that had been opened in his boy. He used the boy for another 45 minutes, going very slowly but demanding his due from the boys hole. He made sure he got to his elbow again, and slowly fisted him deep, pulling his fist out and gently pushing until it was buried, over and over, each time getting closer to a full clenched punch again. Despite the pain, Wes was ecstatic, Rex feeding him poppers as the boy alternated between cries of pain and groans of pleasure. Ed explored the boy’s depths gently, and actually got his clenched fist in a little past the elbow, relentlessly but slowly punching him a little deeper, his elbow sliding in millimeter by millimeter. Rex said, “I can’t get him flying and you can fuck him to the shoulder, buddy? It would be hot.” But Ed just smiled and said, “Much more fun this way, with him sore and exhausted.” Rex grinned and leaned into the boys’s ear, “You like deep fisting, boy?” As Ed pushed in just a little deeper, Wes groaned, and in a voice crisscrossed with pain, pleasure, and overwhelming bottom boy’s need to be used, “Oh god yes, sir, I love deep fisting,” Ed loved using Wes’s tender hole. He loved that the slightlish push or change of position could cause a moan or cry. He decided he wanted to play for a few hours more and let Rex take over fisting the boy. They smoked a few bowls and brought the boy a little higher, but not flying. The boy took nothing but clenched fists, and the men delighted in using their big hands to widen the boy’s soft tunnel, getting him comfortable and open and then pushing somewhere new or deeper and making him moan. They never went to hard or too fast, making sure the boy was always confused about whether it hurt or it was pleasure. Wes, for his part, found new depths of depravity in his soul, knowing that he would crave this kind of painful fuck until he died. In the wee hours of Sunday morning, Ed began to feel the need to hurt the boy a little more. He began pushing and pushing, ever so slowly, at the most tender depths of the boys hole. He asked Rex to give him so more Tina, and he delighted in the way his boys hole fluttered around him. He worked every so slowly but relentlessly, aware of how hot the boy looked, muscles straining, his legs held wide open as his head resting back in Rex’s crotch, sweating like the pig he was. The boy’s hole was stretched obscenely and impossibly wide open, his pink pussy lips, usually pumped and huge, stretched thin and to the limit around Ed’s huge bicep. But the boy’s resistance was gone, Wes’s mind forever altered by the knowledge that he wanted his hole ruined like this. He just moaned and stayed perfectly still, letting his daddy take his hole

I sighed and put my iPad down on the coffee table in front of me. “Babe” I called out, “come take a break before you make yourself crazy.” A few moments later Stone slouched into the room, looking thoroughly pissed. “I don’t get it” he said. “Can’t people just hit the Back button and move on to something they do like? It’s not like I’m getting paid to do any of this, or trying to get famous from it. I mean, my stuff is out there for people to enjoy for free, so why the need to be negative if they would prefer something else?” “I know” I replied, “but I did warn you about reading the comments.” “Yeah” he grumbled, as he sat down next to me and I put my hand on his leg. “But I want to see what people who do actually like my sort of stuff have to say in case it gives me some more ideas or helps me to make the songs better. I spend time doing this stuff in a way I enjoy myself, and I like talking to other people who have similar tastes.” Stone had recently decided to start posting music he had been making, which was a mix of his own songs and covers of others, delivered in a very different way to the originals. His videos were of him performing live, but he obscured most of his face and applied a black-and-white filter to avoid getting recognised. He had no plans to try to make something out of it, and was just doing it in his spare time for his own enjoyment and to hopefully entertain a few others. He was, however, leaning the hard way about what the internet was really like. “Listen” I said, “how about we have a bit of fun to work off your frustrations, and see if maybe that stirs up some more positive thoughts for you?” “Oh yeah?” he asked, turning to me with a smirk. “Would this ‘fun’ involve me pounding you into next week by any chance?” “I’d definitely be up for that” I chuckled, “but I was thinking more of following up on a lead I’ve had.” “A lead?” he asked, looking quizzically at me. “Jason” I said. “Found out a bit more about what happened, and where we might find him.” “Well, that does sound promising” Stone said. “But unless we’re gonna find him waiting outside right this minute, I think we might have to go with my idea first.” I laughed out loud, but also knew he wasn’t joking so duly got off the couch and started to pull down my shorts. Mere moments later I was bent over the dining table with the man I loved working out the frustrations of his evening in my hole. Once we’d recovered from the rather frenetic fuck, we got cleaned up and then headed out. Having been kicked out of the apartment he had shared with his now ex-girlfriend, Jason was temporarily staying with a mutual friend who had got curious about his nighttime absences and had thus followed him out one evening. Unbeknownst to Jason, this mutual friend was quite into what Stone and I had been doing, so had let me know what he had found out and promised to message me when his new housemate went out. Such a message had arrived just as Stone was erupting inside of me, and we were now en route to the park he had told us about. After parking nearby we split up to look around, keeping our phones to hand to quickly message each other. There were a few guys hanging around who seemed like they might be cruising, but others who I thought were probably seeking or selling drugs, making it far more likely the police would be nearby. ME: Keep an eye out and be ready to run. Drugs. STONE: OK. Fortunately it was just a minute after sending that message that I caught sight of Jason, standing by a tree looking at his phone. He seemed to hear me approach as he put it away, stuck his hands in his pockets and looked up to see what was going on, his expression changing the instant I came into a pool of light from on of the few dim lamps around the place. “Greg” he muttered. “What the fuck man?” “Hey Jason” I said. “Been a while.” “Get out of here” he growled. “No fucking way” I replied. “Not without getting you out of here too.” “Who sent you?” he asked, glowering at me. “No-one” I half-lied, “but I heard what went down and we want to help you.” “We?” he said, pulling his hands out his pockets and balling his fists. “I’m here with Stone” I said. “What the fuck” he whispered. “Why don’t you come with us and we’ll talk about it?” I said. “Before the police get here again.” He glared at me, but eventually nodded as he pushed himself off the tree he had been leaning against. I started walking back in the general direction of the car, typing out a quick message to Stone so he’d meet us there. None of us said a thing as we got to the car, Jason climbing in the back while we got in the front. After watching a darkened patrol car glide past us towards the park we had just left, I quickly pulled out and set off, doing some cursory checks to make sure we weren’t being followed, particularly as I didn’t know if Jason had anything on him that could be a problem if we were pulled over. Once I could see we were clear, I decided not to freak him out too much by taking him to ours and instead headed to a bar we knew that afforded its patrons with high-sided booths and plenty of privacy. Jason said nothing as we entered, so I got him the same rum and coke I remembered him drinking on set back in the day, while opting for plain cokes for me and Stone. “What happened man?” I asked Jason, once we’d been sat in a booth in silence for a bit. “Nothing happened” he quietly replied, staring at his drink. “I wasn’t doing nothing, had all my clothes on, had no drugs, no cash, so they had to drop the charges.” “You got lucky” Stone said. “Fuck off” he snapped, before letting out a deep breath and continuing in a softer tone. “Sorry man. Yeah, I know I got lucky.” “So what were you doing there?” I asked. Jason said nothing for a while, but we gave him time to gather his thoughts. Then, with a lot of initial hesitation, he started to tell us the story. His girlfriend, a performer herself, had wanted to spice things up a bit and had arranged for another of her female co-stars to join them for a threesome. Then after that it was a different female co-star, and then a third. But one night it was another man she had brought to their bed, who Jason knew worked on hetero, bi and gay films. The sex had all been about her, but then she had invited the same man back again and started taking things in a different direction. Jason was of course well used to fucking men on-camera so had not had any real issues at first, but it was once his girlfriend was asleep and the rum had continued flowing that the ante was upped. His girlfriend woke up to find him on his hands and knees losing his anal virginity. Thereafter it had solely been other men she had brought to their bed, and Jason had to get used to her expectations to see him bottoming. However, she had suddenly lost interest in all this and had stopped inviting anyone else into their sex life, cutting him off from something he had really started to get into even if he wasn’t ready to admit that out loud. The trips to the park had started initially when he was drunk and his inhibitions lowered, but he eventually began seeking out that release even when sober. He dressed it up as a new exercise regime that involved an intense nighttime run before bed, and seemed to get away with it at first. However, he had not known that his girlfriend was starting to suspect what he was up to, not least because he was no longer performing as well in the bedroom with her, so when he was arrested in a sting and had needed her to bail him out, the writing was on the wall for their relationship. He was out on the street the next day. “You know” I said, “you don’t need to go looking for it in such a risky way, particularly when there’s other illegal things going down that attract the cops.” “Yeah” Jason mumbled. “We could help if you want” said Stone. “Give you somewhere to explore that side of yourself, where you don’t have to worry about it getting out.” “Plus, you know, we’ve both been on the same journey” I offered. Jason looked up at me, and fixed me with a stare for a while before speaking. “Do you think I’m gay?” he asked. “Doesn’t matter what I think” I said, “nor does it matter if you are or not. You just know now that it feels good, and you should be able to do something about that in private.” He carried on staring at me, before nodding and looking back down at his drink. “OK” he said. He swirled his finger round his glass, before picking it up and gulping down the contents. He slammed the glass back on the table, and then fixed Stone with a look. “Show me” he said, before sliding along the bench and out of the booth. Stone and I left our drinks on the table, and followed Jason out of the bar. He had some jumpy energy about him, so I pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket and offered him one. Once we had all lit up, I delicately probed a little further just to see what Jason would be most comfortable with, including whether or not it was actually us he wanted to explore with or if he just wanted our help. By the time we were stubbing out the cigarettes we had settled on him coming back to ours, so we got back into the car and drove home in silence. Jason didn’t seem to want to delay things with another drink, so we ushered him down to the playroom where he quickly stripped down to his jock. However, the big surprise came as Stone and I were getting naked, when Jason reached behind himself and delicately pulled a lubed plug out of his hole. Knowing this meant we could just get down to business, we urged him to get down on the bench so he could be comfortable, before Stone took up position and starting gently rubbing Jason’s hole with his cock. “Do it” Jason growled, ever so slightly pushing back. Stone looked up at me and winked, then focused on the inviting hole in front of him. He started pushing his girthy dry cock into Jason, content that no condom had been offered or requested, and assuming that there was already enough lubrication in there based on how wet the plug had been. Jason softly moaned as Stone slowly but firmly pushed into him in one go. My boyfriend held in position for a moment, and then began his thrusts which gradually got faster and deeper. Even with his head down on the bench, it was clear that Jason was loving it, arching his back like a seasoned bottom and letting Stone take full control of the pounding. It was so hot to watch, Jason’s toned body and tight buns seeming to just scream “bottom” now that I was seeing him in this position rather than hammering away as a vigorous top. I guess that our earlier rut had taken the edge off for Stone a bit, as he was showing incredible stamina while he pounded away. I decided to mix things up a bit while I waited my turn, so went over to stand next to Jason’s head to just see what happened. It took him a while to realise I was there, but when he did he propped himself up a bit and stared at the hard cock right in front of him while his body rocked back and forth. I stepped forward just a bit more to put it in range, and he stretched out a little and took the tip into his mouth. I let him have just that for a couple of minutes, before shuffling forward a little more to effectively force my cock deeper into his mouth towards his throat. He gagged a little, but didn’t pull off so I just went the whole hog and pushed until he’d swallowed it all. He was audibly snorting as he got used to what I suspected was his first spit-roast, but credit where it’s due, he never gave off any vibe of wanting either of us to pull out of him. Stone eventually started to reach orgasm, speeding up his pounding to a frantic pace until he slammed into Jason and held position while he unloaded. His breathing was ragged, and it took him quite some time to calm down and pull out. He staggered back and slumped down on a chair at the side of the room, giving me my cue that it was time to take over. I pulled my cock out of Jason’s throat, and quickly repositioned myself behind him and slid into his cummy hole. I was already pretty heated, so picked up where Stone had left off with a rapid and energetic fucking, Jason responding by moaning and panting his desire for me to keep going. I didn’t last long though, and soon was spurting another load into our former co-star. I collapsed on the floor next to Stone, and we sat breathing heavily as we watched Jason just remain in position on all fours with cum leaking out of his gaping hole. After a couple of minutes he lifted himself up onto his knees, and reached behind to lightly finger and explore his hole. He then brought his fingers to his mouth, taking a taste of some of the deposits we’d left back there. I could only see a bit of the side of his face, but I thought I detected what could be a small smile breaking out on his face for a brief moment, before he then slid himself back and got off the bench. He went over to his clothes and started to get dressed, only turning to face us once he was fully clothed again. “Thanks” he said. “No problem” I replied. “You’re always welcome if you need more.” He nodded at me, and then in a flash was gone up the stairs and out of the house. Stone and I remained sitting for a bit, before hauling ourselves up and off to the shower. “He’s probably on prep” Stone said, as I climbed into bed next to him a while later. “I know” I said, “and honestly I’m happy just to help him get comfortable with being versatile if that’s all this turns out to be.” “Me too” said Stone, smiling. “He is hot as fuck, and clearly meant to bottom.” “Amen to that” I replied, sliding down and putting my arm across Stone’s chest. “It’ll be fun to watch him realise that for himself.” With that, we both gradually drifted off to sleep, safe and comfortable in each other’s arms…

About midsummer Zeke and Tommy got restless. Small town life was pleasant but it could get boring. They decided to drive about 3 hours north to a larger city there for some variety. The city had a kind of low class reputation as it was not the cultural center the larger cities on the coast were, The main attraction this weekend was the large leather festival where every fetish imaginable would be on display. They checked into their hotel which was right on the main festival street Zeke having planned this well in advance, and got changed. As Zeke stepped into the bathroom to take on his familiar persona that Tommy now called Zeke Evil and Tommy went to work on himself. First putting the patch on his chest exactly where he wanted and leaving it to transfer, then a mirror and some tricks he had learned in his stage makeup class quickly altered his face highlighting his cheekbones and adding shadows that made him look thinner and turned his eyes from innocent to slanted and wicked and finally his hair slicked back and styled to suggest small horns in the front . He didn't have to fake the fading bruises on his torso and ass. During the summer months Zeke restrained himself less and marks happened. Tommy remembered how each one had gotten there and had gotten there and had to think about something else to get his cock to soften enough to stuff it into his leather pants, a copy of Zeke’s from the same maker fitted skin tight to him. Then he peeled the plastic off the patch he had put on his chest and revealed an exact copy of Zeke’s biohazard tattoo Mike had made for him from the original drawing. He was buckling on a collar of leather and silver as Zeke emerged. Tommy had done all of this in secret and he stood apprehensively as Zeke’s eyes took him in noting every detail and even walking around him to see every angle. “And so, Thomas Evil is born: Zeke said in a husky voice and then he kissed him passionately When they emerged from their hotel, Tommy on leather leash, people made way for them. They made their way down the festival looking like two escapees from a very sexy hell searching for souls to corrupt ******** Ed sat manning the booth at the leather festival glumly. This had to be the least popular booth here. It was the one you see at every Pride and Festival. The one reminding people to play safe and handing out condoms. The one most people avoided. His relief should be here soon though Ed was the perfect poster boy for this booth, gorgeous, fit, with a nice cock and bubble ass he had used condoms since losing his virginity to his lover and though they were open the both played only safe. He had only been tempted once. He and his lover had made a trip out to the east and he had encountered… well a demon in a bathhouse. This demon in leather had flat out told Ed in that sultry, sexy, low voice of his he was going to bareback him and infect him with HIV and Ed had fallen under his spell. Only his lover literally dragging him away had saved him. He remembered the demon’s parting line “I will find you someday Ed and I will breed you”. Ed had shot many a load jacking off to that memory As he straightened the display no one looked at that same voice that had haunted him came from behind him “Hello Ed, I told you I would find you someday” Zeke had spotted Ed as they walked past his booth and searched his mind for where he knew him from. Then he had spotted Ed’s lover in a sex tent that was supposed to be a leather shop taking loads from anyone who wanted to stick it in and it clicked in his mind. How poetic he thought wryly as he quickly sketched in the situation to Tommy. Ed was one of the very few who had gotten away. "He still has that bubble ass" Zeke thought as they approached and he watched the man straighten the display extolling the virtues of safe sex Ed just about jumped out of his skin whirling with a choked “You!” as he caught sight of the demon, sexier and more terrifying in the late afternoon daylight. Then his eyes widened further. There were two of them! A younger demon hung on the older looking at him with feral slanted eyes At this point his relief showed up. A short thin boyish lesbian who looked at the two demons with disdain, She looked at all men that way and Ed secretly suspected that she worked this booth out of a desire to make men miserable “I’m here, you can go now Ed” she said an sat in the booth still looking disapproving The older demon walked up and put a finger under Ed’s chin leading him away “Come with me, it’s time, you know you want to, you know you have to, you made your decision long ago” then he walked away and Ed followed the younger demon trailing behind him. He was supposed to meet his lover in half an hour but all thoughts of that flew out of his brain as he walked numbly towards his fate As they entered the hotel room the younger demon pulled off his shirt, his shorts and his underwear tossing them onto the middle of the bed then sprang, catlike to sit, his back against the headboard as he pulled out his cock and sat lewdly stroking it. The older demon pushed him onto the bed then grabbed a handful of hair ordering “Suck” and pushed his head down on that waiting cock Ed slid his lips over the head and down the shaft tasting salty pre leather and sweat his nose filled with the aromas as he almost choked himself on that hefty shaft He heard a zipper slowly being opened and heard “You know what’s coming Ed, I promised to infect you with my HIV and I always keep my promises” that sultry voice said from behind. then he felt the weight of the older demon’s weight settle on the bed and soon after his probing cock head in his crack zeroing in on his hole. As the older demon rammed in balls deep with no warning the younger one held his head down on his cock cutting off any scream Ed might make. Ed whimpers and groaned in pain as his ass was plowed the cock head scraping his inner walls as he mindlessly sucked the cock before him. He saw the younger demon look up and then nod then he began fucking Ed's throat faster “Here it comes Ed, my virus to taint you forever. I’m changing your life and freeing you to be the slut you know you are inside” then with one final thrust he felt that evil cock throbbing inside him filling him with toxic seed as the younger demon came down his throat and Ed shot the last truly neg load of his life onto his own clothes pinned beneath him. As Ed came down from his orgasm the two demons were on the other bed watching him. he didn’t know what to say so he rose, dressed in his cum covered clothes and walked to the door saying “Thank you” as he opened the door and walked out and hearing laughter as he closed it When he got to the street it was getting dark, Ed wandered through the fair getting fucked several times in various dark corners and tents not making it home till well after midnight where he showered and slipped into bed with his sleeping lover who had secrets of his own. Zeke and Thomas Evil wandered the festival hand in hand making several purchases to be sent to the house or the apartment. Later they celebrated their unholy union by slipping into an orgy happening in that same tent they had seen Ed’s lover taking loads in before and seeded as many asses as they could Two days later as Zeke and Tommy drove home holding hands they were closer than ever. Tommy’s dark side finally out in the open and united with Zeke’s. Mike, Jeff and crew would arrive tomorrow and they looked forward to the family reunion to come when they did

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

Untold Adventures Volume #3 Jeff gets seven for one ************************************************************************* Jeff was a little down. Mike was in The Big Apple consulting on the musical being made from their album and Jeff missed him. His own obligations had him on the west coast staying at a record producer’s home. The producer was an arrogant asshole who didn’t quite manage to hid his homophobia but he never said or did anything Jeff could really complain about. This man would not be working on any future projects with him. The producer’s son was a handsome jock type with dark hair and light green eyes who was a huge fan of Jeff’s and his 18th birthday had been today. Jeff had arrived in the middle of the party after a day in the studio and as a joke had done a “Marilyn” version of happy birthday for the boy because his name was Preston then retired to his room. A party full of teenagers was not his cup of tea. later that night after he had talked to Mike on the phone he was out on his room’s balcony watching the moon play on the ocean waves when a movement caught his eye. Preston stood down by the pool looking up at him. Jeff waved down “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Jeff asked. It was 2am “I’m an adult now, I don’t have a bedtime Billy” Preston said in a low voice “You’ve been 18 for a day” Jeff laughed “Billy” was his stage name and most people called him that. “That’s old enough isn’t it?” Preston said “I guess you are right” Jeff said with an indulgent smile. He himself was only 20, not quite 21 Preston picked up a flower then climbed up a trellis to Jeff’s balcony with it in his teeth “How Shakespearean” Jeff said as he came over the rail ”but I am hardly Juliet” Preston grinned and bowed handing Jeff the flower Jeff motioned to two chairs on the balcony and they sat. “Can I get your advice?” Preston asked “Get a good financial adviser and never eat sushi from a vending machine” Jeff quipped Preston laughed then said “I know you are gay” then he blushed. Everyone knew he was gay. He and Mike were the most famous gay couple on the planet especially after he had serenaded Mike on stage at the Grammyphone awards this year “Sorry to be so blunt” Preston apologized “It’s fine. Mike and I don’t hide our sexuality” Jeff said “I have a boyfriend problem, well a boyfriends problem” Preston said and Jeff raised an eyebrow “There are seven of them” “My my” Jeff said. This could be interesting “Don’t get me wrong. They all know about each other. I think they have a bet on as to which one will get me in the end” Preston continued “I’m the oldest and I think I am all top. The idea of getting fucked does nothing for me. They all say the want me to be their first when they each turn 18 this year and then I am supposed to pick one” Jeff saw some flaws and a very evil possibility “Well first of all you need to remember you are not a prize in a game they are playing. If you like them then play with them but you are no obligation to pick a winner if you do” Jeff said “You are to young to be pinned down anyway” he continued conveniently forgetting he had gotten married at just a year older than Preston… to a man he had only met in person that very day… and only met online the day before… details were pesky “So I shouldn’t…” Preston asked “Oh I didn’t say that. Just make sure it is your game you are playing not theirs” Jeff said “Do you feel special towards any of them?” “I feel special towards all of them” Preston said “Well it’s possible” Jeff admitted, thinking about how much he loved Buzz and Hank “but most likely it’s just close friendships. I think you will know when love comes along” “My other problem is I have never… been with anyone” He looked at Jeff hopefully This had to be handled just right Jeff thought Preston wanted to be a top “It will be each of their first times?” he asked and Preston nodded “ I don’t think I can show you how to make it good for a virgin as I have not been one for a while now.” that and the fact that after being fucked by Mike for over a year he doubted he would even feel another man inside of him. The only one he needed in him was Mike “Besides, what you need to learn is how a virgin feels. To be a good top you need to bottom at least once so you know what you are putting them through” Jeff said making his play, If he could get his toxic cum in this boy and then he took the cherries of the seven contestants… Jeff was half hard at the thought and Mike would be so proud of him for spreading the virus he had given Jeff so far “That makes sense I guess” Preston said “And I would do that for you Billy” he said. He was a big fan after all Jeff undid his pants and pulled out his nice seven inch cock “Come over here and suck this” he said in his best imitation of Mike. Preston came over and got on his knees opening his mouth and sliding his lips over the head of Jeff’s cock. Jeff put a firm hand behind the boy’s head and guided him up and down giving him pointers as they went along “Lets get you bred” Jeff said as he took the yong man to his bed “That’s an odd way to put it” Preston said “Shouldn’t we use a condom?” “If you are going to be a top do you want to deal with a rain coat every time?” Jeff asked “That would get old” Preston agreed “Flesh to flesh is always best and you will find nothing feels better than shooting your load into someone” Jeff said pulling Preston’s shorts down and pushing him onto the bed then climbing after him and mounting his intended victim Jeff pushed the boy’s legs apart and rubbed his dripping cock up and down that virgin crack, finding the hole and asking “Are you ready?” Preston nodded and Jeff began to slowly press in keeping up a steady pressure till the head popped in. Preston sucked in a breath loudly and Jeff gave him a few moments to get used to it before pressing in further. It took much less time to get all the way in than Mike had taken his first time and soon he was sliding in and out of Preston’s silky smooth hole remembering to change angles to rough things up inside making him more receptive to the gift he was going to give him Jeff didn’t take his time breeding Preston with his charged seed because he knew hec could just keep going, he would stay hard and be able to breed his host’s son again and probably a third time before he would go soft. He pounded Preston for almost an hour depositing three loads of HIV laden cum in the boys ravaged hole. He then flipped him over and sucked down the hefty 9 incher waiting for him, swallowing Preston’s load in just minutes. They slept together the rest of the night and sat having breakfast on the balcony the next day “So do you think you understand what a bottom needs now?” Jeff asked “I think so, I do know for sure now bottoming is not going to be my main thing though. I’m bigger than you and I could hurt someone. I'm glad you taught me that. You took it easy on me and I saw stars when you popped in” Preston said Jeff pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture Hank had taken of he and Mike standing naked cock to cock, Mike’s cock stretching five inches beyond the end of Jeff’s “Imagine loosing your virginity to that monster” He said with a laugh, handing the phone to Preston. Preston winced and then looked at Jeff in horror “How on earth…” he said “Mike is an incredible lover” was all Jeff said Jeff had been right Mike was proud of him and the sex after he told him about his little adventure was even more explosive than normal. Several month later he got a text from Preston: Popped all seven, chose none… but they all want it again. Thank you P. ***************************************** Comments and suggestions welcome. What untold adventure do you want to see?

My name is Charlie, and I am a recovering addict. Almost 10 years ago, I got involved with some guys in California who got me hooked on meth, used me for a few months, and then basically left me for dead. I survived. Well, part of me did. Sometimes I think its the part of me that should have died. I hadn't done tina in almost 10 years, though, like a bad addict, I would still look at chem porn, and read sleazy, chem-filled stories on sites like this one, on bugshare, on NKP. I got off over and over again to stories of guys getting fucked up, whether it be by their choice or not, and getting used like the sluts most gay men are. I got off on stories about pozzing, stealthing (chems and poz), zoo, you name it. I was a secret (or not so secret, I don't know) pervert, but I hadn't relapsed. That was until recently. See there was this guy that I had talked to over those almost 10 years, from the time I was in California through the time that I moved to Boston. For most of this time, he didn't know that I was in recovery, that I really shouldn't be talking about how much I would love to be between his hairy thighs while he spun his pipe and blew clouds over me. This guy was my kind of pig. Tall, about 6 foot or a little more, and bearish - both furry, and with a belly. But best of all, he was a pig, and made no bones about it. Well, he may have made a few bones, if you catch my drift. His name was Pat, and he was local to me in Boston, only a few miles away, but as anyone who lives in a metro area knows, 6 miles can be a very long way to go for cock. Pat was into leather harnesses and slings, piss play and fist, sweat, spit and anon sex. All of that made me hot. What made me hotter was that he didn't care about his status for most of the 10 years that we were chatting and camming. He didn't care about his status until he tested positive for HIV in 2015, after which point he started to care more about what his partner's status was. See, once he converted, he began to like gifting and stealthing guys. So he would tell some guys that he was undetectable, or just not talk about status with them when they would party with him. But he and I would talk about it. I was still neg, and had been something of a passive chaser for most of my sexually active years. It was all fantasy to me - granted a hot fantasy that got me off time and again, but still a fantasy. I let undetectable guys breed me, and didn't ask status for a lot of the guys that used my holes, but still tested neg in 2016. I had been cautious about talking to Pat after moving to the Boston area, as I hadn't wanted to break my sobriety and relapse, although every day dirty fantasies would flit through my head, where I would go, and someone would slip a booty bump up my hole, and by the time I realized what it was, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it but beg for more dick. Then I did something that would change my life completely, and free me from the fantasy Hell I had been trapped in. I told Pat about some of these fantasies, especially ones where I would be kidnapped and forced to do chems and take cock for days. When I was young, there was no real worry about a guy finding your address if you didn't want him to - it was too much effort for most people to go through, and besides, shit like that only happens to other people, right? Well, since there has been such an upsurge of technology that utilizes a phone's GPS for the purposes of finding ass, it has become easier to triangulate someone's location based on these applications. Guess what? It didn't happen to someone else. It happened to me. And I couldn't be happier. You see, a few weeks ago, Pat and I were talking on Scruff, and I noticed that he was only about a half mile from me. This was closer than his usual 6 miles or so of distance, so I asked what he was up to. "Running an errand, had to come down to your neck of the woods to grab something," he said, and I thought no more of it. I was outside, having a clove in my garage to stay out of the wind, when a car pulled into my empty driveway. This was a black sedan, unremarkable in its make and model - probably a Camry, there are like a billion of those. In the driver's seat was someone I recognized, Pat. He pulled all the way down the drive, not trapping me, but there were few places that I could go to get away. And believe me, I wanted to get away. I knew that something was going to happen, I just felt nervous all of a sudden. "Hey Charlie! I was in the neighborhood, and decided to drop by to see you, since we have been talking these 10 years and haven't met yet." His voice was as sexy as I remembered, medium timbered but clear and resonant. All I could think of were the videos he'd sent me of him being a verbal, nasty top with piggy bottoms. The vids that I had jacked to countless times. "Oh, hi, glad to finally meet you in person!" I stammered in response, nervous as all Hell. He came to me and wrapped me in a big bear hug, and I could hear him sniffing at my neck as he hugged me. So here I am, being hugged by this guy that I think is both sexy and dangerous as fuck, and dammit if my dick doesn't start to chub. He can feel it, since even though he was around 6 foot tall, I was about 6'4", so my crotch was pressed against his stomach. I could smell the sweat on him, if I bothered to pay attention, and that was driving me up the wall too. Pat's arms were around my back, and even though he was holding me tight still, I could feel his hands moving lower, rubbing my lower back, and then my ass. I couldn't help it, I moaned softly. He let me go and stood back, peering into my face. "Please tell me you aren't busy right now," he whispered seductively into my ear, his scruff tickling my neck and jaw. "Now that I have seen you in person, I'm thinking I'm going to have to feed you my hog right here." His hog, that was what he has always called his admittedly ample fuck stick. About 8.5x6 uncut inches, getting thicker towards the base after a head that was great for popping holes open to stretch for his thick shaft. I'd seen it plenty, in various states of hardness, and I knew that I wanted that cock, that I had wanted that cock for close to 10 years. I didn't care that he was admittedly poz, not on meds, and wanted to get me to relapse. None of that mattered, now that I could feel his bulge growing against my hip. I sighed, knowing that I was being stupid, but not caring. Knowing that even if it was stupid, I would regret for my entire life not taking the offer that was on the table - getting to play with this guy that I had been into for a long time. "Not so busy that I don't have some time to finally get to know you, Pat. It's been too long that we have been dancing around this." I could feel my face heating up, turning red. "Good, because I want to make you my pig. You aren't cleaned up by any chance are you?" I shook my head, having not planned on meeting up with anyone, let alone someone I had had a dangerous crush on for years. He smiled and said "Well, I have a lot of time, and you are going to go inside, get rinsed up - only inside, mind! And then I'm going to bring you back to my place." I stubbed my clove out, and told him to follow me inside where I could get ready for him. I did the usual thing to clean up for a good long fuck, cleaning as deeply and as quickly as I could. When I came out of the bathroom, Pat was on the couch, looking at his phone, grinning. He looked at me and said, so you think you're ready for this hog?" He grabbed his crotch and moved his half hard dick around in his pants. The thirst was strong, and I nodded. "Ok then," he said, "grab some lube, I'm going to give you some piss up your ass before we go to my place." My dick got hard, and I went to get the lube from my room, along with my harness, and bag of toys. I slipped the harness on under my shirt, put a jockstrap on - red Nasty Pig, sweaty and unwashed, as well as a cockring. Pat grinned harder as I came out, and I handed him my bottle of Gun Oil. "Turn around and let me see that hot ass." I pulled down my pants, and bent over slightly so that he could see and feel my ass. His hand on my ass felt great, but I was still nervous. Here I was, letting this guy that I knew was partying, piss up my ass and plug it in me. He spread a bit of lube on his fingers and lubed my hole, one finger in, then two, and then three, and then four. In and out, my hole hungry for the attention that it was getting. I heard him fumbling with the lube again, and then I could hear the unmistakable sound of a cock being lubed. "You're going to love this. Hold still." I felt his hand on my lower back, holding me in place, and then I felt the head of that hot, uncut cock right on my hole, and I pushed back just slightly to get the head of his hog in me. As his head popped through, and I could feel the stretch of his much thicker shaft pushing in me slightly, a light sweat popped out on my brow. Am I doing the right thing here? I thought to myself. But even as the thought crossed my mind, it was too late, and I could feel his strong, warm piss filling my hole, and I could feel the heat growing stronger and stronger. After about two minutes, with his cock pulsing inside me, he sighed and said "There, now clench." I clenched my hole, holding his very large load of piss inside myself. It probably would have been too much liquid had I not just rinsed out and had water up there before. "Hold still pig, I have a plug for you so you don't get that good piss on my car seats." I felt something cold on my ass again, and then more pressure, and a decent sized plug - I presumed, since I hadn't seen it - popped its way inside my chute. Pat pulled up my sweats, patted my ass, and said "Let's go, pig." Already feeling hornier than I had felt for the last 10 years, I followed him out, knowing that I was going to be his sub pig for as long as he wanted me. We got in the car, and he pulled out of my drive, taking off for destination unknown - his place. I had no idea how long it would take to get there, and I was just happy I had the plug in me to hold that chem piss inside of me. The ride took about 20 minutes, and we were at his place, where he told me to go right to the tub, bend over, and wait for him. The bathroom was simple, beige walls, beige shower tiles, clear plastic shower curtain. There were hard water stains on the bathtub, but by this point it was something that I noticed only because Pat wasn't there yet. The sun was shining through the window in the shower, and I could feel its tenuous heat on my skin. It was hardly a couple of minutes that I was there, in my jock and harness, and nothing else, standing with my head on the shower wall, back arched, ass out. "Damn, I love a pig who follows instructions. Ok, we won't be wasting it like this very often, but I want you to push out all of that chem piss into the tub. We want to make sure I didn't loosen anything else up there." As soon as he told me to let it go, I started to gently push, as I had had a cramp building from trying to hold it in too long. The piss came out dark yellow, but clear of any debris, apparently I had cleaned out better than I thought. Pat made sure that I was still clean, and that there wasn't anything else forthcoming from my hole - that I was ready to get stuffed full of what I was born to take - cock and cum. "Here, another treat for you, because I know you will be the pig I want soon." Pat's voice was getting sexier, and more dominant with the minute, and again, I did as he told me to - bent over the arm of the couch as we had left the bathroom and gone to the living room. There was porn playing on the TV, a laptop connected to it, and I recognized the porn, one of my favorite scenes from a TIM flick, one with Calvin and the Fucktard. My head was out there, focusing on all of the piggy thoughts that I had buried (poorly) over the years, when I felt Pat behind me again, fingers sliding into my hole with a little lube. "I call these Devil's Cocks." He said to me as I then felt something frozen touch my hungry hole. I was already high from the chem piss earlier - it had been pretty strong, but I knew that a Devil's Cock was. Frozen cum. He was lubing me right. "Only, these Devil's Cocks have an extra ingredient, my favorite vitamin T. You are getting about a third of a cup of cum, and quite a bit of tina with this pig. We will make sure those inhibitions go away." Shit he knows how nervous I am. I thought this, even though I was already high, already lost. Already relapsed. I felt the cumcicle pop its way into my hole, chilling me. Pat kept rubbing my hole, making me moan. "Don't worry, we are going to have this hole stretched around my poz hog soon pig. I'm just going to reteach you how to smoke a pipe, and I'm going to watch you suck my cock while I spin for my hits." My cock couldn't really get hard any more - I get crystal dick very badly - but I was so horny, and those words made a small wet spot appear in my jock pouch. He sat on the couch and told me that since I got the booty bump, he was going to enjoy me servicing him before he taught me how to spin the pipe. The floor wasn't comfortable, but I didn't care, especially not after Pat threw a pillow on the ground for my knees. He pulled his hog out of his jock - he was wearing chaps, a black leather jockstrap, his leather harness and a cap - fucking hot. As he pulled his dick out, I could smell his cock and balls, knew that he hadn't washed them in a while, and I was good with that. The smell was intoxicating. Or maybe that was the cloud he breathed down on me, not sure. I sniffed up and down the length of his cock while he spun the pipe, groaned and otherwise enjoyed the feeling of my beard on his cock and balls, and I enjoyed getting his scent mixed up into my face fur. It wasn't long before I started licking the head of his cock, the very barest part of it sticking out of his foreskin, a drop of precum already in his slit. I slurped that up while I made eye contact with him, and started to suck his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of manly flesh, a hint of my ass and piss. For at least an hour, I knelt on the floor between this man's thighs while he spun the pipe, and I finally got to suck on the cock that I had dreamed about for years. And suck I did. I used every skill, every technique that I had developed over the years to give him as much pleasure as possible. I brought him to the edge 4 times in that first hour, and never let him cum in my mouth - since that would be a waste of his seed. I was able to better than I ever have in the past, holding him down my throat until black stars danced in my vision. He held the back of my head and made sure that every inch of his hog was in my throat, and that his full nuts were up against my beard. I tugged and pulled on his sack while he moaned in that deep voice of his. He grabbed my hands and pulled them to his nipples, "Work em, pig." "Your throat is fucking awesome, dude. Why did it take so long to get my hog down your throat? Fuck!" he exclaimed at one point. Because I was a recovering addict, and too chickenshit to let go again. I thought as I worked this hot specimen on manhood with my mouth. And there is no where I'd rather be right now. I want this thing in my hole, so fucking bad. I didn't realize that I had said that out loud as I stared at the fully hard 8 plus inches of cock in front of me until I heard Pat chuckle. "You want my cock up your little hole pig? You want this hot hog that you have been slurping on for an hour and a half to dig you out and plant my seed in you? My POZ seed?" I was looking up at him, hunger still written on my face. "Fuck. Yes. Sir." He chuckled again, muttering under his breath, almost too soft for me to hear: "Hog gets em every time." Louder, he told me to get on the couch next to him, and he would pack a bowl for me, and refresh himself some, since he'd been enjoying the polish job I'd been doing on his glorious tool too much to really blow any clouds. I sat with my arms behind my head, sweat beading on my head and running down my sides from my arm pits. I could smell them without moving my head. So could Pat. "Woof! Hot scent coming from those pig pits!" He was packing what looked to me to be a lot of tina into the bowl, a big pile sitting there in the bulb, which he soon melted into a puddle. "So, it's been a while since you partied, you told me, right? So I am going to remind you how to twirl the glass cock. I'll control the fire for now, you start inhaling slowly and steadily once I tell you. Don't take your eyes off the hole." I smirked like an 8th grader, and Pat sniggered again. He heated the bowl like the professional he was, and soon told me to start inhaling, slowly and steadily. "A little harder. Nope, too much, just...there you go boy. Pull that cloud in deep. A little more. More. There, hold that until I tell you to let it go." My lungs are filled to bursting, more than I would take for a toke of pot, way more than a drag of a cigarette. I felt my lungs start to quiver when Pat finally told me to release it. A huge white cloud enveloped my head, covering Pat from my view, but it was strangely satisfying. A couple of seconds later, I heard a cell phone video clip ending, and then some more bits and tweets. "Fuck, that was a good cloud boy! You are going to take a few more like that before we are ready to bend you over. I like my fuckholes SPUN! I recorded that, sent you a copy, and am uploading a copy to NKP right now." I am sure my phone vibrated somewhere around my sweatpants, but I could care less. I was floating, and perfectly happy to stay that way. My hole was tingling hungrily, and my eyes were closed, but I heard Pat say "Time for another, slut." I repeated, took another huge hit and blew a nice thick cloud. Twice more. Then Pat had me operate the fire, and told me to put my feet on the couch and expose my ass. As I got into position, Pat got his baggie out again, and put a nice shard on his finger tip, before shoving it knuckle deep in me. It felt so fucking good. I could feel the cum from the Devil's Cock around the finger, feel it move in me when Pat got in. I loved it. Pat saw it on my face and grinned a sleazy sexy grin, and told me to go ahead and release the hit. I did, and he said very seductively, "Well, I liked what I felt in that hole earlier. I liked it again just now. I want to take your hole, keep you high as fuck, pound you, use you, and get lots more loads than just mine in there. Are you ready to take my cock, and let me make you mine?" I didn't have to think for very long. My ass was on fire, doing all of my decision making. And my ass needed cock. Pat's cock. Pat's poz cock. "Please, yes Sir."

To say Zeke was uncomfortable would have been a gross understatement. If you had told hum a year ago that he would be spending a Sunday afternoon sitting by the pool in his fiancé's parent’s backyard, sipping fruit punch from a red plastic cup and waiting for the ribs on the grill to get done at a party designed for him to get to know said fiancé's family he would have told you you were insane. Yet here he was making pleasantries with Tommy’s aunt, a lovely woman who’s biggest concern in life was apparently what color his couch was so she could crochet them a nice throw for it…. Maybe with some matching pillows. He looked across the gathering, his eyes finding Tommy’s face with it’s amused green eyes, just the color of new leaves in shade, and an impish smile looking back at him to see how he was coping. Seeing that smile become softer as Zeke smiled back with amusement and genuine fondness for this sweet woman who was putting aside a lifetime of unthinking prejudice against LGBTQ people simply because her nephew loved him. Zeke found the entire situation.. Enchanting. Here was an entire group of people who were willing to accept him, to include him in the love that was family simply because Tommy had chosen him. Zeke was uncomfortable because it was a totally new experience for him. Growing up his parents had been to extreme, So spiritual and pacifistic that they could not understand their son’s more aggressive nature. “Chill out and go with the flow” was not the answer to everything when it came to raising a child. Speaking of his parents… Zeke’s mom and dad sat downwind with many of the younger adult family members and some not so young passing a joint (now legal in the state) around. Their “modern day hippie” looks and liberal views making the members of their own generation in this small town far more uncomfortable than Zeke and Tommy did. It’s not that his parent’s views were wrong. They would work beautifully in a perfect world but this world was not perfect and try as they might to ignore that it never would be. They were just as hidebound as the small town conservatives who surrounded them but thanks to Tommy who had invited them without telling Zeke. they were in the same place sharing vires… Progress? Maybe? The fact his parents always had the best weed was helping His encounter with his parents, the first in a decade, had been both surprising and brief. They had not smothered him with affection as they had done when he was a child to gloss over there disappointment that he was not a perfect little copy of them, but had hugged him once his Dad saying “Look Son, there is a huge gulf between us and that is our fault. We made mistakes and had no right to try and force our attitudes on you. We were the adults in the situation and we messed up big time. When and if you are ever ready to talk about it we will be there” and then they had converged on Tommy wanting to know this special young man who had cracked their son’s stone heart, He had heard his mom quietly say “Thank you for showing him how to love, he may not see it but you have changed him so much. I have not seen him so happy since he was about five years old” Zeke was happy… and uncomfortable but that’s far better than cold, closed off familiarity any day. The one outlier to the general happiness was Tommy’s cousin Dale. He was at 31, a more rugged version of Tommy and twice divorced. Pretending to be far drunker than he was he said loudly “I don’t see why little Tommy coming out as the fairy I always knew he was and finding some guy to plow his butt on a regular basis is reason to celebrate” just to share his anger and resentment that others could be happy while he failed over and over. He didn’t care one way or the other about gays he just wanted to ruin things for the fun of it Silence… Then his shoulders were gripped by hands with long painted nails and he was spun around. His mother, a woman who had spent her life telling him how special he was, telling him that every failure was someone else’s fault. A woman who had defended him when he messed up with indignant “My son would never do such a thing!” knowing full well he had. A woman who had never raised a hand to her precious Son slapped him so hard he saw stars “Dale Johnson! How dare you? I raised you better than that!” she said anger and shame in her voice Many at the party choked on that. This was exactly who she raised her son to be but there was always room and hope for change and apparently he had gone to far even for her this time “I think you should leave Dale.” Tommy’s das said quietly several brothers, nephews and uncles and even more sisters, nieces aunts moving to stand together in solidarity with him “I’m just expressing my opinion! I’m allowed to do that! It’s my right as an American!” Dale shouted “Express away, just not in my yard” Tommy’s Dad said as Dale was frog marched to the gate and shoved through. They all heard his motorcycle he had parked in the front yard as he left. “How much do you want to bet he spun out in the grass?” Tommy’s uncle said to his dad Dale seethed as he rode away. Even his mom has sided with those queers! He knew he had been totally wrong but he didn’t care. He didn’t notice Zeke standing in the gate watching him go. The rest of the party was happy but more subdued. Dale had gotten what he wanted even though he didn’t get to see it. They spent a week at Tommy’s parents house Zeke in the guest room and Tommy sleeping in his old room out of respect. Even a simple blowjob tended to get loud with those two so they abstained, On the 4th day of their visit however Tommy’s mom had a doctors appointment in a nearby town and wanted to do some shopping after. As always his dad drove her and they would be gone all afternoon. They closed every blind in the house and started getting ready for a scene they both craved. Zeke went full on “poz leather demon” while Tommy dressed in totally “Boy next door” clothes and they met in Tommy’s room., both set their phones and a couple video cameras in strategic places around the room and began… Tommy sat at his computer, He was barely 18 and a total virgin. He had been chatting with a man online for a couple weeks. An older man from a distant city. Tommy had told the man all about himself including where he was from and all his fantasies. He had even sent him pictures of himself in a jock showing off his ass and other pictures. The man had responded with pictures of his own, Tall, lean and hung Today the man’s responses were taking longer than usual. He explained he was driving and could only respond when he pulled over and parked. “I wish you could be here today. My parents are gone and I’m all alone.” Tommy sent “I just parked in front of your house” came the reply Tommy laughed and then he heard the front door open and close followed by footsteps on the stairs and then Zeke came through the door… in full leather gear… his pants bulging almost obscenely “Hello Boy” he said in a sultry growl “How did you get here?” Tommy asked shocked “Your house number was in one of those pictures you sent me and you toll me the street you live on. It was simple. You made it easy. Now I have come to claim you and make you my sex slave forever!”( they had written the dialogue in what Tommy termed “Classic VGA porn style” ) Tommy hit play and the most stereotypical 1970s porn music he could find started playing through the lap top speakers as Zeke crossed the room pulling out his cock and slapping Tommy’s face with it The “18 year old virgin” got on his knees and started sucking cock like a pro, deep throating Zeke’s massive member with no problem even as Zeke grabbed a handful of hair and stuffed it in After almost getting Zeke to shoot in his mouth Tommy pulled off and stripped. Zeke guiding him to his bed and binding his writs and ankles with the leather restraints that just happened to be there,,, in an 18 year old virgins small town bedroom… then he mounted the "innocent young man” and rammed balls deep and bare into his “virgin ass” Tommy did not have to fake the moan of pain this caused even after months of being fucked by Zeke. The fact that he craved that pain was irrelevant as Zeke began to fuck him roughly Zeke had to admit fucking Tommy in his parent’s house surrounded by the posters, trophies and the general clutter of a typical teen’s room was hot and Tommy looked so sweet and innocent when he wanted to it always reminding him of that first night “There is something I didn’t tell you before I restrained you Boy.” Zeke said “I’m not wearing a condom and I’m poz. I’m going to cum in you and knock you up with my virus. I'm going to seed you with my HIV. There is no stopping it now! When I breed you I'm going to infect you!” Tommy managed to get “Oh no! Not poz!” out without giggling as he “struggled” against his restraints. “Beg me for it! Beg me to poz you, you little slut” Zeke snarled and he slapped Tommy’s ass hard Tommy pushed back his ass like a cat in heat “Ohhh that feels so good! Please cum in me! Give me your dirty seed! Make me your poz cum dump!” spouting such naughty words for a first timer Zeke let out a groan “Here it comes boy!” as he rammed in shooting his poison cum deep into his lover’s ass. “You are mine now!” as Tommy shot his load, his cock untouched as always into the conveniently placed towel under him. Zeke released him and they turned off all the cameras then looked at each other and cracked up falling onto the bed to laugh and kiss for a while. Tommy would edit all the footage down to a very hot video they would watch occasionally for years They managed to get everything cleaned up, showered and dressed normally sitting at diner that evening in perfect innocence. Tommy’s mom was an excellent cook and they complemented her dinner profusely for all that it had been a casserole she had made days ago and frozen “Thank you dears” She said warmly “And I hope you enjoyed your afternoon alone today. Intimate time is so important for a young couple” she continued with a sly twinkle in her eyes They both almost choked and Zeke found out where Tommy’s sense of humor came from, *********** Dale wiped off the counter in his Dad’s shop. He always thought of it as that though his dad had been gone five years now and his mom owned the 49% of the shop that was theirs, Dad had started the shop with money from Ze-corp who despite owning 51% of the shop only took 30% of the net profits now, That had dropped with no explanation a few months ago. Just a memo instructing them to change the percentage they sent. Dale had very little reason to complain about their relationship with Ze-corp. It allowed him to combine his inventory orders with other businesses the corporation owned, getting them much better prices. Ze-corp also provided health insurance at a greatly discounted price a small business could never negotiate. Dale complained anyway. Dale complained about everything. He was convinced that life had somehow cheated him though deep inside je knew it was his own actions that caused most of his problems He looked out the front of the shop and saw his cousin Tommy and his fiancé sitting at the outdoor café across the street. He honestly regretted his outburst at the party brought on by petty jealousy but he would never admit that. Zeke seemed to be looking thoughtfully at the shop, As Dale turned away to another task he saw Zeke take out his phone and make a call. Zeke had been thinking about Dale and what to do about him as he sat looking at the shop. He could crush the man’s life easily but when he looked at Dale he saw Tommy’s face just a little older. He couldn’t destroy someone with that face. He was 50% owner of Ze-Corp, the company his grandfather had built and left to him, Tommy owned the other 50% though he didn’t know that yet. When he had figured out that Tommy’s relatives co-owned one of his subsidiaries he had reduced the percentage of the profits they paid. They were Tommy's family and it was a small thing. Making a decision he asked Tommy to go up the street and get them both ice-cream which would take him at least half an hour because the ice-cream shop was small and busy then he called the Ze-Corp office having them patch him through the local shop here where Dale’s mom answered. He had the Ze-Corp people introduce him and confirm that he indeed was the owner then he explained that he was also Tommy’s fiance and he told her his plan finishing up a few minutes before Tommy returned. As Dale closed and locked the front door his mom came out of the office :Who were you on the phone with so long earlier?” he asked “Ze-corp” she said “What do they want now? Are they raising what we pay back up again?” he asked “Sit down and shut up” she snapped, pointing to a chair “What they wanted was to let us know about a new mental health initiative they are launching. For the next five years they are removing any caps on our use of mental health services and will even be covering our deductibles. I’m going to be taking advantage of this and so are you.” Actually Zeke was covering the increased costs out of his pocket “I’m just fine, I don’t need a shrink! I’m not telling some stranger everything about me so they can judge me!” he said hotly “You are going to take advantage of this” She said firmly “And what will you do if I don’t” he sneered “I will fire you, the shop is mine and Ze-Corp’s not yours and I have always had personnel control of it. I get complaints about your shitty attitude constantly and it’s affecting business. You will get help for your anger issues and I will see progress or you will be looking for a job!” Dale’s mental health journey took years but in the end he became a better man for it. Eventually people forgot the old Dale as they came to know and respect the new one. He would eventually apologize to Tommy, Zeke and the entire family and he was forgiven, That’s what families do, ********************* Ezekiel was pleasantly surprised. Dale had been diverted much earlier than he had thought possible. The most likely future had him deteriorating to the point he would perpetrate a mass shooting incident. Tommy and Zeke would have had several chances to divert him but this was a line he had not foreseen. There was something odd about Zeke and Tommy together. It was like they had access to more paths than they should. So far it had only lead to positive things but it need watching ************************************************************************ Hey folks I hope you are enjoying Zeke’s Tales. Any comments or suggestions would be appreciated, Scanbu

My local Hawaiian mix bull came and wrecked my hole. It was gapping and he likes to edge and fuck my bladder so I ended up pissing all over myself. It’s been a long time since I pissed myself and so fucking hot. I then had plans to go hiking and viewing one of the beautiful botanical gardens we have here in Hawaii. When I got home, I got a message on Grindr from a verse friend of mine who I’ve been grooming to be a cumdump. “daddy, breed me with your nasty Asian cock, I wanna be your cheating whore.” He has a bf and loves cheating on him. I successfully groomed him over the year to be an anonymous cum dump now he can’t go back lol. He had a small window to fuck so I made a fast group on sniffles : 26 yo Asian Latino mix boy with fat ass taking any dick. Cheating on his BF - cum breed and fuck him up before he goes home to his BF. Well in less than 10 mins I get 5 guys lining up. Each guy eats his ass like it was a sweet melon. It was and I tried it too. He was blindfolded and each guy used him and bred him raw. No condoms and on a mission to breed this fucken cheatin cunt. The last one was a black military guy. Said.. “I’ll do you both as long as it’s dark and anon. I’ll be in uniform.” The bbc was in military uniform and had a 9” dick ready to fuck not just my friend but me too, “I wanna double dip. “ For the next 30 minutes we are being bang by a super hard bbc. We hear but can’t see him strip and first he eats the boy’s ass out and tastes the cum while he’s fingering my loose up fuck hole. I get first fuck as he doesn’t eat my hole but goes in raw with just a little spit. It’s hot as he goes in raw and nasty in my already used hole. He spends a good 10 mins wrecking me then fucks my friend, while his bf is calling and texting him where is he lol This goes on for 30 mins. Back and forth like the man had stamina! My friend is getting fuck and I urge the military guy to breed his cheating cunt. That seems to make guys cum faster. As he is deep into his second hole I keep it up with the verbal: “yeah breed his fucked cheating cubt before he goes home to his BF.” “Knock him up deep so your cum leaks out as he fucks his BF.” This sends him over the edge as he is pumping 10 pumps of black seed in my cheating friends ass… the bbc pulls out and his dick is coated with cum so I go down and clean him up. He puts on his army uniform and leaves. My cheating friend gets up, turns me around and says “Either I cum in you or you cum in me!” I can’t fuck so he turns me around and fucks my hole, he’s pent up and needs release. He’s not only a cheating hole but a cheating pole. I love corrupting younger guys with BFs and making them cumdumps.

Yeah, there's always a bit of a risk, but a lot of the guys I meet are either limited experience and bi curious, or they've not had a chance to do any douching. So they either don't know about clearing out, or they haven't been able to do it cause they're meeting up right after work, etc. Well, I get horny and want to top anyway, and most the time it's completely alright. When I'm rolling around with a hot guy and my dick ends up on his hole and he says he's not got ready, I'm going to be telling him it's cool, let's just give it a try because I don't want to miss out. I don't always go deep in a guy though, if it's unknown how well prepped he is then I'm happy with a couple of inch inside him, that's plenty to feel his hot, sexy hole around me.

I am a Paramedic, and have always been turned on by other guys, even though a lot of females flirt with me, especially the hospital nurses. I must be reserved especially when in the fire house with the other guys, which most act they are homophobic. At least the bunk room is split, so the EMS personnel won't disturb the firefighters due to the number of calls we receive in a 24 hour shift. We got a call for a medical transport of an HIV patient to the DC Hospital NIH (National Institute of Health). This was a medical transfer from a regular nursing home, to this specialized facility due the fact the patient, was actually an AIDS patient and apparently not responding to medical therapy and this was going to be a last chance effort to get him stabilized. No one wanted to ride in the patient compartment with the patient, scared the close proximity would be contagious. I took this opportunity to get an education. Of course precautions were in place, both myself and the patient had masks on, and I was gloved up as well. The patient was to have EKG monitored during the trip along with an IV drip. The ride was going to be approximately 1 1/2 hour due to the heavy traffic during a rush hour commute. Once the trip began, my patient, which I will call Ken, was very talkative, and soon I had him comfortable and relaxed. He told me he had developed AIDS about 10 months prior, and was in a long care nursing home for treatment, but knew he was on the terminal list. During our ride, I confided in him that I was gay but not out of the closet, and needed to be discreet. He said he had not had a lover in over a year, but never regretted being gay, and his only release was when he could jack off. I told him that he was a cute guy and I could see how he probably didn't have trouble getting a lover when he was in his prime. He reached out from under his blanket which covered him in the cot, to pat my leg and thank me. I reached out to take and hold his hand when he did this to give him some comfort. He commented about the all the precautionary steps taken to keep him isolated, but it did make him feel like the plague victim. I then removed my glove to hold his hand and removed his gloved hand as well, so we could be skin to skin. I had been reading stories on BreedingZone and they always turned me on. I knew i was negative, but gay, and still horny. He said it gave him a little rush that I removed my gloves to touch him, and he thanked me and said it actually made his cock stir. The Medic Unit was an enclosed compartment, with only an intercom connecting the driver with the patient area, and the windows were treated dark so you no one could see in from the street. WHen he told me he had gotten excited, I lifted the blanket to check him out and to see if he had an erection. Of course when I did this, it excited him even more and he began to get hard. I reached out with my bare hand and took hold of his growing cock. He said it had been such a long time since anyone had touched him. I gave him a compliment of his size and girth as his cock grew. Our talk was just about at whisper level since we didn't want the driver to hear us. I told him it turned me on too to have his cock grow in my hand, which was about 9 inches and the width of a cardboard tube on a paper towel roll. He and I had our eyes locked together as I slowly stroked his cock..and he told me he would not last long if I kept that up. We both had pulled down our masks so we could see each other more clearly. He asked if i was scared I would catch his AIDS, and I told him not to worry, I can make my own decisions. He told me he was extremely turned on by me and my tender care. I guided his hand up my leg so he could touch my cock and see how hard I was . I knew we had at least and hour more of our transport, so I open my pants and let them slide down to my ankles and let him stroke my cock. (I figured it was only fair since I had his hard cock in my hands as well) I figured, when a person is on death row in a prison, they give him a last meal, so here my patient was basically on death row in a hospital setting, and going to his final place to die, so why not give him some final release. My precum was flowing, and he would put his fingers to his mouth and lick it off, telling me how sweet it tasted. When he took the next scoop of my precum in his fingers, and began to raise them to his lips, I stopped his arm and directed his fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean. His cock jumped and precum began flowing out of his cock. With his two fingers in my mouth, and our eyes locked to each other, he hooked his fingers behind my teeth and began to pull me closer to his face. WHen he removed his fingers, I kept moving closer and I kissed his lips, and our mouths opened and we frenched kissed for about a 3 minute continuous passionate kiss. When we broke our kis, I remained close to his face as he whispered to me..."Oh fuck !" my hand had not left his hard cock as I stroked it...and I leaned down and put his hard cock into my mouth and began to suck him. He began moaning, and his had reached from my cock to my ass cheeks and began rubbing and touching my hole. I was so turned on by this, I wanted more, much more. He was now very hard and his precum walk flowing like a slow leak of a water pipe. I grabbed his hard that was on my ass, and moved his hand so he could touch his precum that was a steady flow from his cock, then when his fingers were covered, I moved his hand and wet fingers back to my ass which he proceeded to push into my tight ass. Again, he moaned.."Oh fuck" and I looked him in the eyes and told him I am game for it. Since we were in a back up, and traffic was moving in a crawl, I unhooked his seat belts and turned my ass around and backed up to him, and he turned onto his side so his cock was pointing to my ass. As soon as i felt the tip of his cock touch my ass, it was like fireworks. I arched my ass back as I felt his lubed up cock begin to enter my ass. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him as his cock slid up into my ass to his balls. We sat still for a bit, and I moaned for him to fuck me. I squeezed my ass cheek muscles and he said he better pull out, because he was going to cum soon. I told him to put it in me and to poz me up....next thing I felt was his cock twitching in me, and about 12-15 huge squirts of his toxic seed was shooting deep into my ass. We stayed still for a about 4 minutes, with him still inside of me, since our traffic jam ham come to a complete stop, I didn't want the extra movement to raise suspicion with my partner that something was going on. I turned my face to look back at him, and he whispered "thank you". I told him it my pleasure too...then we began to make out again for what seemed to be about along 15 minutes, and until traffic began to move again. When I pulled off of his cock, most of his load remained up in my ass, but a glob did fall onto his leg. I leaned over and sucked it up. I pulled up my pants and readjusted myself...and knelt on the floor to be closer to Ken...and we began to make out again for the trip. Before we arrived at the hospital, I gave him another blow job and he came in my mouth in which I swallowed. When we dropped him off and took him up to his room, I purposely left the clipboard on his night stand as we moved him over to his permanent bed. When my partner returned to out unit, I commented I left the clipboard, and needed to run back up and get it. The nurse was just coming out of his room when I got there, so when I went inside, I went over to his bedside and asked him to meet me in the bathroom. I helped him and guided his IV pole, as we entered the restroom. I moved his robe out of the way as I dropped my pants and asked him to fuck me again. He got rock hard again and with his precum dripping again, and the huge cum load he put up in me already, I was pretty lubed up to take him again. I leaned over the sink as he fucked me deep and hard...the noise of the squishy cum in my ass was a turn on for us both. HE moaned he was going to cum again so i asked where he would want to put it? He moaned back in me again to breed me with his DNA....I moaned back, "Yes, give me it". Ken had passed away a week later after I visited him one more time, he was too weak to go to the restroom, but we made out and I gave him one more blow job and swallowed his cum. Even after that, I still did not convert poz. So, now I am still turned on to play with poz guys any chance I get.

Just rewatched Yuri's gangbang (it's from TIM Overload). Watching masculine Yuri take all that big cock is a real turn-on. And Blue's Viral Load gangbang is good nasty fun too. Some of my other recent faves are marcopolo_ gangbang scene on his onlyfans and Christian Hupper's blackballed gangbang.

Jesse was a 21 year old gay man. A toy boy to one wealthy older man for the pass two years. Ricky. Just fell in love with the light brown hair twink. For Jesse. He saw Ricky as his way out of being poor. Jesse did have a boyfriend David. When David saw that Ricky was interested in Jesse. They devised a plan. Ricky who had health problems due to his full blown AIDS diagnosis. Made sure he used a condom with Jesse. He wanted Jesse to carry on his legacy so to speak with his businesses. The one person who didn’t trust Jesse was Ricky’s friend Hank. He couldn’t get what it was that Jesse saw in Ricky. Hank thought “Jesse is a good looking guy.” “I’d fuck him too.” Hank knew he wouldn’t have a chance with the good looking twink. Being overweight and having AIDS himself and average looks and still barebacks guys but lets them know that he’s positive. Jesse kept a distance from Hank. He had seen the way Hank had looked at him. And was careful not to get caught when he and David had sex while Ricky was out or sleeping. Jesse and David did get caught by Hank. Thou they didn’t know it. Hank was going to set up Jesse big time. ”David.” “I’m not sure how much more we can sneak around.” “I’m worried that Ricky will catch us.” “Then what will we do?” “I signed not a prenup, but a contract that I wouldn’t cheat on Ricky.” “Hang in there.” We’re in the home stretch.” David answered. unknown to the young men. Hank had set up a camera and recorder that would expose the two. But Hank had other ideas. A few days later, Hank got Jesse alone to talk to him. “There’s something I want to show you.” Hank said to him. He played the video of Jesse and David having sex. Then played the recording. Jesse was caught and Hank knew it. Going to Ricky and begging his forgiveness wouldn’t work. Jesse violated the contract and would be kicked out. ”I have a proposal for you.” Hank said. “You spend one night with me and I’ll lose the video and recording.” “Ricky will never know.” “I’ll give you till tomorrow morning.” Jesse was shocked. Hank is blackmailing me into having sex with him. And if I don’t he’ll expose me to Ricky. Deciding not to tell David. And consenting to Hank’s “proposal” Hank and Jesse would have sex. Hank started to feel Jesse’s body. All smooth. Jesse hated Hank’s hands all over his body. But with no other choice Hank did what he wanted. Both now completely naked. Hank ordered Jesse on his knees to suck his dick. Hank was 7inches hard. And he was enjoying Jesse’s mouth on his cock. They moved to Hank’s bed. Hank went to kiss Jesse. But turned his head away. But Hank turned and kissed him anyway. Hank ate out Jesse’s ass. “Fuck” Hank said. “You got a nice loose ass.” “Are you getting fucked by anyone else?” He asked. ”No.” Jesse answered angrily. “No need to get offensive.” Hank replied. “He lubed up his dick and Jesse’s ass. Slowly entering the young man’s ass. “Wait” Jesse said. “Where’s your condom?” “I’m not going to wear one.” “Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with me.” Hank said with an evil grin. Hank started going in and out with slow small thrusts. “Ahhh you feel so good.” Hank said. “It’s like my cock was meant for your ass.” Jesse hated Hank. Hated that this guy was now deep inside him. What felt like hours to Jesse, was about an hour. Hank let out a yell “I’m cumming!” Several loads went deep inside Jesse’s ass. Hank clasped on top of him. Keeping his dick inside him. While falling asleep like that. The next morning Hank destroyed the video and the recording. However he had a new video that he showed both Ricky and David. Who both were angry with both Hank and Jesse. Ricky kicked Jesse out. David broke it off with Jesse. then Hank told Jesse he was positive and that there was a good chance that Jesse was positive to. And it turns out that Jesse was. And with no other place to go. David took him in and forced him to be his personal cumdump

Please understand that unobstructed fucking with other men is the focus, not the issue of whether or not to seek/avoid illness. As most of us understand the term, "Breeding" implies a Top pumping his sperm up a willing bottom's ass, not what might or might not be included in that sperm. Thus, there is no connotation to spreading illness, only to "connecting" sexually with other men that feel the same sense of need. The issue of whether or not to willfully spread illness is an ancillary subject, with some in favor, some not, and worthy of discussion within certain threads, without any implied support or lack of it by the site. Breeding Zone is a treasured website by those of us that use it, to exchange ideas pertaining to our particular lusts, myriad ways, means, methods of expressing that lovely requirement in our lives.

The term "clean" as applied to HIV-negative people is offensive. The clear implication is that anyone who is not HIV-negative is "dirty". By all means, I encourage you to take all the precautions you can. But please stop with the language suggesting HIV-positive people are less than "clean".

I have been writing here for about 3 weeks now and it's been a mostly positive experience. Viking has found and helped me correct a couple small mistakes I made in proof reading . he's a great help Something to keep in mind is that the post you read in minutes probably took hours to write. If you can't respect the content respect the effort. Please don't discourage people who are using the as a creative outlet and choosing to share it with you. If you see something you don't like it's real easy to hit the "back" arrow and find a topic more suited to your tastes

As a queer, kinky, polyamorous person of color, the deck is ALREADY stacked against me. I have voted in every election I have been allowed to and I will continue to vote until my dying day. We did not get here, through the good graces of those in power. We voted them out/down. EVERY vote can be a step in the right direction and I intend to keep us moving forward. Those that say "I'm not political" are displaying their privilege. I've never had the luxury to not be political. If I don't vote, i may very well lose the ability to or at the very least, it will become more difficult for me.

It started out innocently enough. I sometimes receive messages here at Breeding Zone from guys who like my stories and occasionally I exchange messages with them. Not long ago, after I posted a popular story in the “Bug Chasing and Gift Giving Fiction” section, I found a message waiting for me from an admirer who tagged himself Your Dream Daddy: “Hey, Scout: I really like your stuff. I’m curious about whether your name is really Andy, whether you have a wife/ex-wife named Beth who found out you were secretly gay, whether she forced you out of the closet and feminized you in the process. In other words, how much of it is real?” I don’t usually respond beyond thanking a reader for telling me my stories turn him on. For some reason, though, I decided to be honest with him. I replied: “Hey, Dream Daddy: I love your online tag! Yes, my name is Andy and I was married to Beth. When our kids were grown, I decided I was tired of trying to be straight. My sexual fantasies were exclusively about other men and bottoming for them. Not surprisingly, our sex life had withered to almost nothing. One day she asked me directly if I was gay. I told her that I thought I was. She said I needed to start living as my true self and we agreed to separate. Soon I had a boyfriend and she reunited with an old flame. I’m now her gay BFF.” Dream Daddy wrote back: “What about being turned into a sissy? The parts about wearing her jewelry, even her engagement ring? I find the idea of topping a feminized man very erotic.” I hesitated, not sure how much I wanted to share with a near-stranger. I figured it was safe enough, since I could always just stop replying or tell him some parts were still private. I replied: “I do have a pretty Seiko wristwatch like hers, very feminine. On the rare occasions when we made love, I found I could only cum when I imagined I was the one being fucked, wearing the watch I had given her on our 20th anniversary. After we split, I bought one for myself. As for the engagement ring, she returned it to me after the divorce. I had it resized to fit me. But I’ve never been comfortable enough with a man to wear either one in bed. That part is still a fantasy.” A few days passed, then he wrote again: “Andy, you write a lot about being pozzed, usually with you being hesitant. I understand why. It is a life-altering decision. How seriously are you considering it? You can see from my profile that I am HIV positive and not on meds.” It was my turn to hesitate. Why was I so fascinated by bug chasing? It was central to nearly every gay fantasy I have. Yet I’ve always practiced safe sex with my male partners, even the ones I knew were negative. Maybe I wanted a new level of connection, of intimacy, of being linked forever to a man who would breed me and leave me with a “baby”, even if it was a toxic one. Of course, I also thought about his last line. A lot. Asking me if I was serious about getting pozzed and then telling me he was positive didn’t sound like an accidental connection. It sounded like an invitation. We were moving into new, dangerous, and very exciting territory. Two weeks passed before I reached out again to Dream Daddy: “Sorry for the long delay. I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue this conversation. I’ve thought a lot about your questions. I am both scared and incredibly excited at the thought. Am I right to think you might be interested in taking me to a place I’ve been dreaming about?” “Yes,” came the reply. I took a deep breath. Here was a man offering to fulfill my most intense fantasy. The thought was romantic and arousing at the same time. So, naturally, I took out my favorite dildo, greased it up, and fucked myself while pretending I had Dream Daddy’s cock inside me instead of my latex buddy. When I came the sensation was amazing and my load enormous. I was so turned on I licked up my own cum, feeling like a complete slut. The experience left me trembling. I needed to take the ultimate step, with Dream Daddy. My next message to him read: “Maybe you are the one. What’s your real name? Is that your photo under your profile? Do you really live in [X]? Because that’s very close to where I am.” He quickly answered: “My name is Dave. That’s my pic. Yes, that’s where I live. I’m 6’2” tall and about 220 pounds and I have an 8” cock. I would love to meet you. I’ve never knowingly pozzed someone. The idea excites me, too.” Time to take a deep breath, I told myself. I was on the cusp of moving ahead into a new phase of a relationship with a man I had never met. But the thought, the desire, no, the hunger wouldn’t leave me. I had to feel Dave’s bare, toxic cock inside me. A day later, I wrote to him: “I would love to host you for a visit. A weekend, maybe longer if you have the time. I feel you are the man with whom I can finally be myself.” “Super!” he quickly answered. “I am due for vacation in two weeks. I’ll drive up. And I won’t be bringing any condoms. If you change your mind, I’ll understand. Just let me know.” Those next two weeks were a blur. Several times I started to send Dave a message calling off our date, but I never sent it. Instead, I gave him my address, phone number, and a photo of me. He said I was cute and he was even more thrilled about making love to me. I like it that he used the term “making love” – it made me feel special. I wanted the experience to be special for both of us. Finally, the day arrived. After I cleaned myself out, I dressed in a tight t-shirt and short-shorts. I put on my watch and the engagement ring, the diamond glistening in the light of the bedroom. My watch looked so dainty on my slender wrist. I examined myself in the mirror and saw an effeminate sissy looking back at me. I thought to myself, this is who I really am, and felt a tingle go up my spine as I contemplated what was about to happen. A little after 7:00 in the evening, I heard a car pull up. Looking out the window, I saw a tall, burly man with close-cropped grey hair and a full beard. Dave looked a lot like his photo. A masculine hunk. The doorbell rang, and I opened it to see Dave smiling at me, flowers in hand. I gave him a warm smile and said, “Dream Daddy, I presume?” He laughed and declared, “I hope so!” He stepped inside and kissed me passionately. I pulled away to take the flowers. After I put them in a vase, I led him by the hand into my living room. I could feel the strength of his grip; my fingers were much more delicate. We sat on my couch, sipped wine, and made small talk. He made me feel very comfortable and the way he looked at me made me feel sexy. Soon he took our glasses and set them on the table. Then he pulled me into his arms and we started to make out, his tongue exploring my mouth. He paused and looked at my pretty watch and ring. “These fit you like they were made for you, Andy.” He kissed me again, hard, with lust. “I’d love to see how they look when they’re the only things you’re wearing.” I stood up and said, “Only one way to find out.” I took Dave’s hand and guided him toward my bedroom. Once there we quickly shed our clothes. He was so much bigger and more manly than me that I felt small and feminine. His cock, semi-erect, looked enormous; mine, fully hard and pointing at him, wasn’t nearly as long or as thick. He pulled me to him and we resumed our intense kissing. His strength made me feel secure in his embrace. He’s the one, I thought. I ran my hands up his strong arms and thrilled at the light glinting off my diamond ring. This was what I had always dreamed about, being the female half of a couple about to engage in the intimate act of breeding. The experience was so much more intense than regular safe sex with another man, much as I enjoyed that. For a moment, I thought about what my ex would say if she saw me now, and I was turned on even more. “Sit here, Dream Daddy,” I coaxed him, and guided him to the edge of the bed. I knelt between his legs and began to lick the round, mushroom head of his cock, glistening with his pre-cum. I loved the taste! I slowly took more of him in my mouth as he tilted his head back and moaned softly. Then he drew my head back and looked deep into my eyes. “Andy, are you ready to do this?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said. Suddenly my mouth went try and I began to tremble. “You understand that once I am inside you, I won’t stop. Even if you beg me, it’ll be too late.” “I understand.” “Climb on the bed and lie on your belly.” I did as he said, grasping my pillow. I looked up and saw on my night table a photograph of my ex, smiling down at me. Dave climbed onto the bed and spread my legs apart. I felt his warm breath on my puckered boi cunt and then his tongue started to probe within me. It felt so wonderful! Dave took at some lube and began to work it into my butt hole. At first he was gentle but as he went deeper I felt a sharp pain as he scratched me inside. I knew it was intentional – he wanted his cum to mix with my blood, so his poison seed could become a part of me. I winced but did not object. I knew the moment had come. He withdrew his finger. Then he reached for a Kleenex and rubbed it on my ass. He held it in front of me and I saw blood on it. A wave of doubt washed over me but I said nothing. The bed shook as Dave positioned himself on his knees between my legs. I felt the knob of his cock at the entrance to my ass. A pause. “Andy, tell me what you want.” I looked back over my shoulder at him. A strong, handsome man, ready to fulfill my deepest desire, ready to impregnate me. The moment I had been waiting for, fantasizing about, writing stories about. Now it was about to become real. “Take me, Daddy. I need your toxic seed. I want us to be joined forever.” The pressure of his cock increased. My ass resisted and I felt an intense burning sensation. Then I opened to the intruder as my sphincter relaxed. Deeper and deeper he went. I felt the incredible warmth and fullness, taking me to a place beyond mere pleasure. I’m not sure his bare cock felt different than a covered one, but the emotional thrill was astonishing, more intense than anything I had ever experienced. Finally, his pubic hair rested against my butt cheeks. He was fully inside me. We were joined as I had never been joined with anyone before. He paused and I turned my head to the side. Dave held my face and kissed me deeply. “Andy, I never imagined how this would feel for me. To be inside you raw, knowing how much you want my gift and how special it is to share it with you. Thank you for choosing me.” It was so sweet of him to say! All doubt vanished in that instant. He began to move in and out, his weight pressing me into the bed. He intertwined his fingers with mine. The contrast was dramatic – his thick, manly fingers and my thin, effeminate ones. He spoke softly into my ear, “Your watch and ring are so pretty, just like in your stories. I am so happy I could make it real for you.” “Yes, Daddy, this is just how I imagined it would be.” He picked up the pace of his thrusts. Now his balls began to slap loudly against my ass cheeks. He grunted loudly; I made “ah” sounds, like a sissy in a porn film. I knew he was close. And then the final pause and the release inside me, followed by rapid bucking in and out and his deep grunts with each pulse. Could I really feel the wetness or did I only think so? I turned my head and we exchanged a long, deep fuck kiss, his tongue everywhere in my mouth. Dave spoke first. “That was so intense. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much inside my partner. Are you going to write about us for Breeding Zone?” I paused and thought about it. I had written up so many fantasies. Now it would be real. “Yes,” I finally said. Dave whispered softly, “Promise you’ll use our real names. I want everyone to know what I did to you, and how much we both loved it.” “Of course I will, Daddy.” We both fell asleep. When I awoke, I found myself spooning with Dave, his strong arm wrapped around me as I pressed my back and ass against him. I wiggled my butt against his crotch and felt him getting hard from the friction. He soon stirred. “Turn on your back,” he said. I did as he directed and pulled my legs up and apart to invite him inside me. Then I reached down to guide him to my moist hole and place the tip of his dick at the entrance. In moments he was deep inside me again. The fullness was delicious. Dave wrapped his hand around my cock and pulled on it, timed to his thrusts. I rested my calves on his shoulders and gripped his muscular forearms with my dainty hands. I could see my pretty watch and ring in the light of my bedside lamp. So often had I imagined being in this position, the effeminate bottom eager to please his top. And somehow this was even better than the fantasy, because now there was a real man with me, buried deep inside me, his face a picture of the pleasure a man experiences when he’s about to leave his seed inside his willing mate. Me. Pumped firmly by Dave’s knowing hand, I soon exploded in an orgasm that rivalled an earthquake. I soared and came back to earth. Dave was close, too. “Fuck me, Daddy! Yes, like that! Fuck me and cum inside me,” I pleaded. His thrusts became more urgent, faster, and deeper. Then the guttural, masculine grunt and the eruption inside me. Dave finally collapsed, totally spent, his wonderful masculine weight pressing me down. I wrapped my legs around his back and held him close. He started kissing me deeply again. I never wanted our mouths to separate. A few minutes later he slipped out of me and rolled over. I felt his cum dribbling from my stretched cunt. Curious, I went to the bathroom and wiped myself. The paper was stained with his cum and my blood. I felt sure his toxic seed had found its way into me and would soon take over my body. When I woke up again, the morning sun was streaming into the room. I decided to wake Dave with a blow job. He rolled onto his back, grinned, and said, “Andy, you are insatiable.” “Is that a problem, sweetie?” I asked. Then I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist with my legs, and guided his hard cock to my butt hole. and letting just the knob inside me. I spread my cheeks and lowered myself onto his dick, slowly, until I was fully impaled. I kissed him deeply, then rested my hands on his chest as I began to rock forward and back. The bright sunlight glinted off my jewelry, with my diamond solitaire reflecting a prism of colored lights off the ceiling. I finally knew the pleasure a woman experiences when she commits herself to one man, to being together forever. Dave gripped my hips and met my rocking motion with stronger and faster thrusts of his own. I could feel the tension building within him. I remembered what it was like to be the male half of a sexual union. At one time I had even enjoyed it, though that was a long time ago. This was soooo much better! All I wanted was to feel Dream Daddy’s climax, his moment of male satisfaction. I did not have long to wait. I heard his now-familiar deep grunt and the forceful exhale that signaled his orgasm. More of his seed began its journey, to join with my blood. We had mated successfully – of that I was certain. After another short rest, Dave went into the shower while I went into the kitchen to fix us breakfast. I heard him singing as the water poured over him. I smiled. In my head, I began to compose the story I would type on my computer later in the weekend: “It started out innocently enough. I sometimes receive messages here at Breeding Zone….”

“Last night we went to a bathhouse and Zeke knocked up two complete strangers while I watched and got blown. This afternoon we are sitting at the dining area table deciding what college courses I should take” Tommy thought with a wry smile Zeke’s recommendations leaned strongly towards business and finance and Tommy was ok with that. “I want to take at least two dance classes per semester though” he said, circling the cl;asses he wanted. “My instructor said in most schools I would be 2nd year advanced. He wrote me a letter of recommendation. It’s in my file” “You dance?” Zeke was surprised but thinking about it Tommy’s body was in to good a shape to be just a normal teen “Yup” Tommy said “Since I was seven” Zeke rose “Give me a hand here” he said and he moved into an area of the apartment that seemed to be a catch all for storage, Zeke started moving boxes and exercise equipment and a area clearly designed as a small dance studio emerged with a mirrored wall and bar between two windows “Get changed” Zeke said walking to the dressing area, stripping and putting on a pair of tights and no shirt. Zeke’s cock in a pair of rights was slightly distracting Tommy thought as he changed into his tights and a tight t-shirt They stretched limbering up their muscles and Zeke knew what he was doing Tommy noted. “Ok, show me what you got” Zeke said. Selecting an extended mix of “Heartsong” by Billy Clay-Blake, the music he had danced his last recital to. Tommy began to move. It was the most advanced piece he had ever done. A mix of ballet and modern dance with Zeke watching every move intently. “You need more extension on that leap” Zeke said as he finished sounding so much like his instructor that Tommy chuckled “Catch your breath then do it again” and once again Zeke watched every move “Better” Zeke said as he finished and after a few minutes “One more time” This time as he started Zeke... “flowed” was the only word Tommy could think of, moving around him in perfect counterpoint, sliding behind him moving with him arms extended perfectly in concert with his and when Tommy leapt Zeke’s hands caught his waist lifting him then setting him down as Tommy spun away. When the dance concluded their faces were inches away from each other arms extended and slightly back as they panted staring into each other's eyes. Zeke seized Tommy’s face and kissed him, backing him up against the mirrored wall Tommy matching his passion, forcing his tongue into his lover’s mouth. They had always had this passion but this time it was different, More intense. More filled with emotion Zeke moved up his jaw nipping then bit his earlobe. Tommy tilted his head back exposing his neck, Zeke’s lips and teeth moved down sucking and biting. Tasting the clean sweat the dancing had caused licking it off his skin growls of possessive pleasure at the taste of his Boy. Tommy gasped and groaned as Zeke sucked his neck, every hair on his body standing on end as he shivered, his nipples hardening, and then Zeke’s teeth found them chewing and cucking moving from one to the other as Tommy moaned his hand behind Zeke’s head pressing it into his chest Zeke straightened and took him by the shoulders, spinning him to face the mirror pushing their tights down and kicking Tommy’s legs apart then bending his knees he speared up into his Boy's hole, taking him in one brutal stroke, knowing he loved it. Tommy groaned with the pain of Zeke’s invasion. grinding back on him his own cock twitching and dripping pre onto the mirror, He felt Zeke biting his neck and shoulders accompanied by emotion filled growls of “Mine!, You are MINE! You will always be MINE! I will never let you go!” and then the world melted as Tommy heard “I need you to much, I love you to much to ever let you go!” The words Tommy never thought to hear pass Zeke’s lips were out in the open Tommy looked into the mirror and stared into Zeke’s reflected eyes “I am yours, now and forever. I love you so much and I’m not going anywhere... ever” Zeke moaned and fucked even faster finally exploded deep inside his Tommy’s ass once again filling him with toxic seed and triggering jet after jet of sweet Boy cum to splatter on the mirror, Zeke picked his love up in his arms carrying him to the bed then made love to him for hours. ******* Ezekiel and Gabriel stumbled into the higher plane. As a joke Gabriel had jumped into Tommy’s mind while he and Zeke fucked against the mirror. They had never inhabited two mortals during such a raw emotionally charged fuck. Their own emotions and love had spilled through washing away Tommy and Zeke’s inhibitions and fear of rejection and almost forcing them to admit their love. “That was INTENSE” Gabriel said “It’s those two” Ezekiel said eyes wide “That goes beyond normal mortal love” “We need to do that again” Gabriel said abd Ezekiel nodded enthusiastically ******* The plans to send Tommy to the stuffy, ivy league business oriented college were scrapped and Zeke used his influence and a little blackmail to get him into the best performing arts school in the country. The campus was within walking distance of the apartment by chance. About a week into classes Zeke and Tommy were walking past the campus gate and Tommy said “There is my modern dance instructor.” and waved Zeke looked up. The man waving back was Cal

They were returning to the scene of the crime. The bath house where they had met. Tommy’s outfit was simple A pair of skintight blank latex shorts that showed the curve of his ass to great effect while also displaying a not inconsiderable bulge in the front. He definitely fell into the category of “Big dicked bottom” and a pair of black sneakers. He had watched Zeke’s transformation from the sharp urbane businessman to the almost demonic monster he had first met, It could not be that simple Tommy thought. A change of wardrobe, running wet fingers through his hair then letting it dry as his fingernails were painted black, How could that make a man look like he had lost 20 pounds off an already thin frame? How could that increase the menace that almost seemed to radiate from him? Tommy knew that the businessman was the disguise though. This was the true Zeke and honestly the one that excited him more. As they walked through the corridors on the way to the back room and Zeke’s “throne” Tommy submissively trailing behind his Owner. He noticed a few men of various ages but all handsome casting resentful glances at him. “My cast offs” Zeke said ln a casually cruel voice loud enough to be heard. “They all thought they could be the one to tame me. They hate me and want me to take them again at the same time, Not one of them would refuse if I so much as crooked a finger at them even though they know I would just use them and cast them aside again. They all accepted my gift but it didn’t bring the expected returns, They only got what I promised them” A glance around showed several faces with a mix of anger, shame, jealousy and hopeless desire painted across them, “They should move on” Zeke finished with the same casual uncaring tone The words disturbed Tommy “Am I going to be like them someday? Zeke stiffened and turned, his bony hands, seizing Tommy’s face not in tender reassurance but in hard painful grasp that turned his face up forcing him to look into those glittering ice blue eyes. “They got what I promised them. What did I promise you?” he growled quietly those uncomfortable feelings rising in him confusing him. “I promised to own you, to teach you. I promised your parents to protect you. Do not EVER EVEN THINK that again. All these sluts want to be mine. YOU ARE MINE!” and once again he unwillingly meant every word. Zeke resumed his walk to his throne, Tommy trailing behind directing a friendly but slightly superior smile and anyone who looked at him with envy now. Tommy was changing almost as much as Zeke As Zeke sat Tommy stood next to him, his fresh, boy next door good looks somehow enhancing Zeke’s gauntness. At one point Zeke got up to get a closer look at a fisting scene on the other side of the room. Tommy was distracted by a boy about his age being gangbanged in the a sling and didn’t follow. A young couple in their early 20s walked past the door to the backroom glancing in and spotting Tommy/ They headed right for him “Hi, I’m Scott and this is Jay and who might you be gorgeous?” The taller one said “Tommy here: Tommy replied “Nice to meet you” the shorter Jay said with a smile “Jay wants to watch me fuck someone cute and you are cute, would you be interested?” Scott asked moving his towel aside and displaying a hefty cock of about 8 inches “I tell you what” Zeke’s cold voice came from behind them, “Why don’t I fuck your boy and if he can honestly say it’s not the best fuck he ever had you can fuck mine of course he will have to take my load but I think a chance at Tommy’s pretty ass is worth the risk, don’t you?” Scott and Jay beat a hasty retreat but Tommy noticed Jay looking back with lust in his eyes at Zeke. Oddly enough he did not feel offended at being offered up as a bargaining chip or a twinge of jealousy at Zeke’s willingness ti fuck another. For some reason the naked desire in Jay’s eyes filled him with pride, “Jay will be back” Zeke said sitting back down “He will find someone for Scott to fuck and slip out while he is busy. “That will probably break them up” Tommy said and Zeke just shrugged “It won’t be the first couple I have broken up” he said Sure enough half an hour later Jay slipped into the back room walking to Zeke who sat rubbing that vein in his cock “Do you still want to fuck me?” he asked nervously “I want to infect you” Zeke said running that finger up to circle the biohazard tattoo Jay blanched but nodded Zeke told Tommy to sit on the throne, ordered Jay to suck him and keep his ass in the air and his hands on the arm rests then rubbed his cock up and down Jay’s crack finding the hole and shoving in Jay moaned around Tommy’s cock sucking like the pro he was and pushing his ass back on Zeke’s cock as the evil, gaunt looking man gripped his hips in bony fingers and plowed him, sawing in and out, roughly slamming the head into his inner walls to prepare them for the virus he would paint them with., stretching him and making him groan which felt so good around Tommy’s cock finally making him shoot down the slut’s throat, Tommy looked up as Jay swallowed his load and saw Scott standing frozen watching his man get fucked by the man who looked like death in leather, Zeke’s frenzied flurry of thrusts ended with his balls contracting and pumping venom into Jay’s hole and Jays cock spewing cum across Tommy’s legs “Oh God” Jay said “I have never been fucked that good in my life, thank you” “Well” Zeke said with a smirk ar Scott “I guess you don't get to fuck my boy” Scott stiffened and turned to leave “Wait: Zeke said “Your boy came on my boy’s legs. Get on your knees and lick it up” “What?” Scott said “Clean up your boy’s mess” Zeke commanded Jay moved aside as Scott blushing red knelt and began to lick the cum off Tommy’s legs. Tommy raising them and turning them “Make sure you get every drop of your slut’s nasty cum off me” he said and caught a glint of approval in Zeke’s eyes When Tommy’s legs were nice and clean Zeke said “Now clean this” pointing to his cock Scott opened his mouth and took Zeke in sucking and licking every inch, then rolling his balls with his tongue before sucking them in, Finally Zeke stood Scott up and bent him over the throne exactly like he had Jay and breeding him just as deep. Jay slipping under him to sit on the throne and Scott arched his back, kissing his lover. Jay’s legs got the same treatment as Tommy's when Zeke bred Scott and he shot without touching himself. Zeke and Tommy left, the two of them still kissing, dressing and leaving the bath house. Zeke drove them to his favorite all night diner and over a huge breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes Zeke said “I was proud of you tonight Boy. You played your part perfectly. I think we made a cuck for life tonight and I got my gift into both” “Thank you Master” Tommy said smiling and glowing with pride ****** Behind Zeke’s eyes Ezekiel mentally smirked not even having to nudge for Zeke’s feelings for his Boy to grow stronger

Tommy woke up the next morning in a large bed in the middle of a large room. The walls were brick and about 20 feet tall with huge windows and exposed air ducts ran through metal rafters above. The room appeared to be the entire top floor of a building, skylights above letting in more light. He smelled breakfast and coffee. Zeke stood in the kitchen area and seeing him stir said “Good morning Tommy” Zeke looked almost like a different person dressed in a sharp suit, sipping coffee and reading a folded newspaper. His face, so gaunt looking last night, was still thin but now had an aesthetic look. Handsome by anyone’s standard. His hair that had been wild last night was neatly pulled back and ran several inches down his back. “Tommy sounds so undignified” Zeke said in a refined voice barely recognizable as the rough sultry voice that had invaded his mind last night. “Do you mind if I call you Thomas in the light of day?” “That’s fine, that’s what my parents call me” Tommy said As he sat up he felt something around his neck and reached up to feel a metal necklace there. “Don’t fret with it, you will get used to it” Zeke said “I have a business meeting and I will be gone a couple hours. Make yourself at home because this is your new home” Zeke walked to the only internal wall. Pressed a button then seemed to think of something. Taking a fob from a key rack he tossed it onto the bed. “If you go out you need this to call the elevator to this floor. I will see you when I get back” and with that he was gone. Tommy got up and went to a door that he assumed led to the bathroom and relieved the pressure on his bladder then looked in the mirror a polished silver chain hung there held in place by a silver padlock. No use in trying to get it off and did he want to? Then he remembered “The price” of that chain and a moment of panic rose up in him but like the chain there was no way to undo it. He found his suitcase and dressed, they had swung by his hotel and picked up his things last night Zeke was being very trusting. Leaving an almost complete stranger alone in his home Tommy thought then admitted that he would never even think of stealing anything, It just wasn’t him. He rode down in the elevator and stepped out the front door of the building into a very upscale area then went back in and back up. **** As Zeke rode down in the elevator something seemed to separate from him and Ezekiel shifted to the higher plane. Zeke was his unwitting agent in the mortal world, One of many all around the world. It had been this agent who a couple years ago had infected a cheating little tramp named Doug with HIV and sent him home knowing he would infect his unsuspecting lover Mike and later had encouraged Doug to leave Mike when he was having a crisis of faith, Sending Mike quickie and improbably into the arms and ass of a young man named Jeff. Speaking of Mike and Jeff the real Ezekiel sent his thoughts across the world sliding into Mike’s head to silently check on the pair. They had a lot to do on the path they had been set on and if all went right they would change the world. Mike was holding Jeff and telling him how he regretted that their marriage had happened so quickly, that Jeff deserved better and suggested that they renew their vows and have a real wedding. Things were right on track here. Ezekiel slipped quietly out of Mike’s mind. This is what he did. He used his agents to influence certain people. Setting them on different paths to better the world. He had been doing it for a very long time. The boy who’s life he had diverted last night’s future was heading to a sweet though boring life with a divorced man who brought a son to be raised into their relationship. Tommy’s influence on that boy would set him on a path to become a great world leader and eventually destroy the world. Without Tommy’s influence he would lead a normal average life. Sometimes teaching a boy to be honorable above all can lead to disaster. His agent just knew that he had certain insights he didn’t always understand. Like how he knew about Tommy’s past and exactly how to approach the boy. He also knew he could influence things and people to an unusual degree but never questioned it. He had a sadistic love of creating chaos in the lives of those around him and thus was the perfect agent. That’s what Ezekiel was. The agent of chaos in this world. Chaos was not evil though sometimes they aligned. Order aligned with evil just as much if not more. Chaos was change, order was stability and both were needed for the world to advance. Ezekiel slipped back into his agent as he rode back up to his loft silently hiding behind his eyes ready to nudge if he needed too. These two had work to do together. ****** Zeke stepped off the elevator to find Tommy watching TV and approached Tommy standing as he neared. Zeke didn't ask he simply put his large hand behind the boy’s head and pulsed him into a kiss his tongue invading his mouth as he guided his property to the bed pushing him back on it pulling his shorts off and then quickly and efficiently stripping off his suit He crawled on top of the unresisting boy and raising his legs to his shoulders. guided this cock to his hole, punching the head inside causing Tommy’s back to arch in pain. Zeke cut off his squeal with another hard kiss, shoving more of his cock inside and stretching the 18 year old’s hole, abrading the lining and making it more receptive to his virus. It was important to continually pump the boy full of toxic cum to make sure it took and the boy was irrevocably infected, It probably took last night but no need to take chances. Besides, fucking this gorgeous young man was a pleasant way to bust a nut and the boy needed to be trained. He had to understand he was a slave to Zeke’s whims and lust, He was there to keep Zeke’s toxic balls drained. Zeke slid in and out slowly grinding against those silky inner walls that gripped him like a glove as Tommy gasped and writhed under him in apparent agony though his cock was rock hard. Zeke sped up his huge virus filled balls bouncing against that battered ass till with a hiss of pleasure he shot was after wad of poz seed deep, Tommy once again cumming without touching himself as he was bred. They collapsed together sweating and panting. Zeke still lodged inside his boy’s spasming hole

***Thanks for the positive feedback, guys. it's been a long time since I posted a story on here so it is greatly appreciated. And the story continues . . .*** Part Two “Yesterday you said you would do anything I wanted if we cut out early. Time to pay up,” he told me, strolling into the living room and plopping his perfect muscular ass down onto my sofa. The nerve of this guy! Okay, that feeling didn’t stay with me more than a millisecond. How could I possibly refuse a man like him? I’m considered ‘cute’ I suppose, certainly no hunk or stud, so it just never occurred to me that a man like him would give me a sideways glance. I followed him in and just stared into his deep dark eyes for a moment, unsure how to proceed. “My wife, she hates sucking my dick or licking my balls. I’ve heard stories how you guys are better at it anyway, so how ‘bout it?” It was more of a statement than question, given that he spread his legs wide to practically beam a spotlight on that very proportionate looking bulge in his jeans. Apparently everything about this man is big. I don’t need to be told twice, I was down on my knees faster than you can see ‘swallow!’. At first I just stuck my face into his denim clad bulge, getting a good sniff. And then I reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, revealing not only a lack of underwear but also a very choice cut of meat. Again I stuck my face in for a good sniff, his musky balls working on me like an aphrodisiac -every nerve ending in my body and brain lit up like a Christmas tree! I helped him shuffle a bit to pull his pants down enough to release his balls as well, and then got to licking. I gave him a good tongue bath, as he sat with his head thrown back and groaning, and then licking my way up his now towering 8 ½ thick inches, to a beautiful mushroom head. After licking his entire shaft, I set to work on swallowing him. I slurped and licked and sucked my way down that big piece of dick. Luckily he was inexperienced with men and just let me take the reins, so I was able to go at my own pace, which allowed me to comfortably take his entire thick length right down to his pubes. “Fuck!” he growled once I did that. “Oh, fuck, I never knew . . . feels so good,” he mumbled, feeling so good that words were escaping him. I bobbed and slurped, licked and sucked for at least twenty minutes before he grabbed me by the ears to get me to look up at him. “I’m about ready to blow. You swallow?” he asked, which I just nodded ‘yes’ with my mouth still full. He threw his head back and let out a roar as his balls jumped in my hand and emptied their cargo into my hungry mouth. His orgasm went on for at least two minutes, his dick constantly throbbing more pulses of cum onto my tongue. It was awesome. By the time he recovered and caught his breath, I was licking my chops, very satisfied with my mid-morning snack. “That was awesome,” he complimented. “You suck really good dick.” “Thanks, I try,” I replied bashfully. “You have a beautiful dick.” “What to suck it again?” he asked. “Fuck yeah! Anytime,” I told him sincerely. He returned to work and I did some of my own work around the house, barely able to stop thinking about the studly construction worker I’d sucked off. I couldn’t help but wonder how open minded he might be. Just in case he came back today, I decided to douche out. If I’m lucky at all, he’ll want more. Sure enough, about an hour later the doorbell chimed. I was surprised to see another member of the construction crew standing before me. Also over six feet, kind of a rugby player sort of build (which I’ve always had a weakness for) with very dark curly short hair, black eyes and dark hair on all of his body that was exposed. The definition of a stud. “Hi?” I began, completely unsure what to say. “Hey, Bill, my foreman, told me I should come in here to get a little reward for all of my hard work,” he told me a little bashfully. At that moment we both looked over his shoulder as all of the guys burst out laughing at him, and I saw his cheeks flame red with embarrassment. “Oh, very funny!” he yelled back to them, turning to leave -and possibly kick some butt. Aside from the fact that he was so unbelievably hunky, that bit of vulnerability he’d show with that blush of embarrassment lit some sort of fire in me. Plus, if he’s open-minded enough to come to my door for his ‘reward’, who am I do deny? Rather than be embarrassed that Bill (as I now knew his name) had told everyone I sucked his dick, I decided to own it, reaching out and yanking the hunk by the arm back towards the house. “What are you doing?” he asked, stumbling as I pulled. “Giving you a reward for those dicks trying to humiliate you. Or maybe me. Either way, come on,” I told him, with one final yank getting him over the threshold and slamming the door shut. “Want a beer?” I asked him. “Since I’m out there sweating like a pig, that sounds great,” he replied, glancing around the hallway a little nervously. He followed me back to the kitchen and I pointed out a bar stool for him to take a seat. After handing him the beer, which he quickly upended for a long guzzle, I spun the stool away from the counter so that I could have access to him. “Look, you don’t have to . . .” he began, clearly unsure what to do. I looked him in the eyes for a hard second, and then asked, “Are you uncomfortable?” He kind of frowned and thought about it and then looked a little surprised with himself. “No,” he told me confidently. Logically, how could he be? He was now in the air conditioning, about to get his dick sucked, and drinking a beer at eleven in the a-m. “Good,” I said, reaching out and taking hold of his jeans to get them undone. “Just sit back and enjoy your reward.” After another swig of his beer, he seemed to relax into the situation and hunched his hips forward, allowing me full access to him. From there, I got him unbuttoned and unzipped, and hefted out a mouthwatering 9 inches of deliciousness. I took pleasure and my time devouring his sausage, causing him to grunt and groan for a while, before he got bolder and started rubbing my back as I bent over his crotch. As the minutes ticked on, with me slobbering and slurping over him, his hands moved further along my back until it was my turn to be surprised when he began to work his fingers down inside my nylon shorts to begin playing with my hungry hole. I didn’t need another hint. I took my mouth off of his dick and asked him if he wanted to fuck me, which he readily agreed. So I led him down to the bedroom, his hard dick bobbing out in front of him, and had him lay on the bed, where I stripped his pants off completely. Thankfully I’d cleaned out, so I wasn’t wasting any time. I climbed on top of him, and guided his big dick head to my hole and slowly descended onto him. By now we were both groaning. He told me he’d never done anything with a guy before, let alone fuck anyone’s ass. But that it felt amazing. I told him that his dick inside of me felt amazing, too. I was so glad that he’d been worked up enough to not even question me about condoms, as I gave him no choice, anyway. I was already impaled and riding hard, loving every raw inch and second of it. I had already been sucking him for quite a while so I didn’t figure the fuck would last very long, but I was determined to get the most of it. He surprised me after a while when he reached up and began to pinch and tug on my nipples. At first it felt really good and got me to ride him harder, but then it got almost painful as he was pulling on them hard. That’s when I realised he wasn’t actually pulling them to hurt me, he was trying to guide me to bend over him, so as I leaned down, relieving the pain, he hunched up and kissed me. Surprise of surprises! He reached a hand around the back of my head and pulled my face down to his, our tongues mashing and twisting in a hot wet dance, all while he rammed up into my ass. At this point he really took over the fuck. He didn’t release me after our lips met. Our mouths were joined for the next several minutes as he pounded up into me and then growled into my mouth as he emptied his balls into my ass. Fuck yeah! He gave me his load. After several minutes, his balls had run dry and his dick eased out of my hole, and he released his hold on my neck. As I sat up, I think the reality of what he’d done sank in and he looked torn. He frowned at me, shaking his head. “Sorry, I don’t usually . . . I mean, I’ve never kissed a guy before. But I love kissing when I cum, so I guess some part of me took over-” “Hey, don't worry about it. I loved it!” I told him. “Really?” he asked, his face lit up now. “Your dick felt great in my ass. You can fuck me any time you want,” I told him, now climbing off of him. Between his boss and him, I was hoping to get a lot of cum for the duration of their job on my street. He got dressed and I walked him to the door. Before heading out he turned around and asked, “Did you mean that?” “What?” I asked. “About fucking you again?” he asked, really nervous about making a fool of himself. How anyone that masculine and hunky and sexy could ever feel that way is beyond me. “Absolutely!” I gushed. “Any time. I love taking loads. The more, the better.” He nodded at me and headed out. I wondered if I’d gone too far about telling him that I love taking so many loads in me. Might be the stuff that freaks a straight guy out. ***Before anyone starts complaining or reprimanding me, there is some bug chasing coming up soon.***

Big Ed pumped very slowly, and saw first Rex’s eyes go wide, then his cock rise erect, as Ed’s pumping pushed more and more bicep into the sweet burning boy pussy they had made together. “Fuck him now,” Rex said, “Make him squirm.” Rex reached across the boys small body and squirted lube onto Rex’s arm. And as Ed slowly increased the speed of his bicep fuck for the first time in hours, Rex popered the boy and then lit a bowl. He knew now was not the time to be responsible; now was about letting the animals inside of him and Ed feed on the boy as prey. Rex fed the boy the bowl, not caring how high Wes got, as he admired Ed’s huge black daddy arms fucking the boy harder and harder. As the boy’s pussy began to squelch, Ed pushed deeper. The boy moaned but did not cry, lost in the need of the deep fuck. Ed kept the speed up, but pushed deeper more slowly than he thought possible, realizing that the boy’s hole was working with him craving the fuck. He continued like this, Rex both poppering the boy and keeping the lube fresh, and Wes opened deeper and deeper for Ed’s relentless pursuit of his prize, buried deep in his boy’s pussy. Ed’s entire bicep was now buried in Wes’s ass and the sensation of buttery velvet boy hole enveloping Ed’s whole arm was a huge turn on. Ed pumped and pumped and the boy began chanting “Oh god fill me up Daddy, fill me up.” Ed began pushing harder and the boys hole opened around him and he was buried shoulder deep in Wes’s clutching and clasping boycunt. Ed froze and held completely still. Wes’s mouth was open wide, his face a look of total ecstasy, he eyes open wide, their blue lost in a sea of huge black pupil. Unlike most of the deep fucks he had received tonight this one was all down to him and his own deep need to be taken, used, and dominated. Ed left his arm in place, and watched Wes’s face closely. At first it was sheer bliss, but Ed smirked as Wes’s body sent the message that Ed’s entire arm—thicker than nearly all small trees—was lodged in his guts. Wes moaned out, and as he moaned in Rex was already in place with an open bottle of poppers. Wes remained still, then, and slowly Ed found the boys hole settling. Still Ed waited, listening for the begging to begin. It began so softly only Rex heard it. He spit on the boys face and said, “ What’s that pig? Sup so your daddy can hear you?” Wes raised his voice slightly, the intensity of his feelings of fullness so overwhelming, “Fuck me, daddy, please, I beg you, need more.” So Ed obliged, pushing first his shoulder in and out of the boy, then from his bicep to his shoulder, fucking the boy totally and relentlessly. He was gentle, but he was determined, and Wes felt the fuck intensely. Ed fucked him for over an hour, the boys hole getting looser around his arm, until he could fuck him in one smooth push from closed fist to shoulder, doing this over and over again. Then Rex took over, while Ed did popper and lube duty, whispering filthy messages of destruction and domination into his boy’s ears. As these words took hold in Wes’s drug and lust addled mind, he began to desire further destruction, “More sir, harder, sir, please sir,”. Wes begged. And so Rex did what he loved best: ramped the deep arm fuck up. At full shoulder depth he couldn’t move much—he didn’t expect to—but he did begin a very slight vibration and pumping motion, and as he did so, his should went slightly deeper, now tickling his bicep hair. Wes gasped and moaned, crying “Yes daddy.” So Rex used every trick in his sleeve to deep fuck the boy. He didn’t care as much about punching all the way to the elbow, but he did go slowly out and in, spending time slowly fucking and moving is arm with a slight circular motion. The trick was to keep the fist in the same place but then use the rest of the arm to move in a very slight circle. One hot college stud he’d done it too described it as “Having your ass churned by a telephone pole,” but the next time they hooked up, he begged him to get him to that point as soon as possible. Since he’d already punch fisted the boy to his elbow, he decided to fist him at full depth for two or three small pumps and then pull out and fist him to the mid bicep harder for four or five. He repeated this over and over, trying to drive his arm in until the boy was taking the bicep in one go. And so it continued for several hours. The men did just the smallest puffs here and there of Tina, but they were back to being indiscriminate with the boy. They didn’t give him nearly as much as before, but they didn’t care if the boy would be fried the next day. They only care that he stayed in a hot, hot, heat. This went on until it was well into Sunday morning. The boy had been getting used for something like 42 hours and the wear was starting to show. When Ed pointed it out, Rex agreed, it was time to really bring the boy down again. After each of them gave the boy a good fifteen minutes of brutal punches at all of the depths they had achieved, they pulled the boy into the shower. Ed didn’t even try to be gentle with the water, and just turned it on full blast and fucked the boy hard, nearly all of the hose buried alongside his arm as Ed pushed and pulled the tube deeep into the boy. Wes was so exhausted, still high and lost in lust, that he just grunted and took the fuck. Ed too was enjoying this final bit and it went on for quite a bit longer than needed—maybe a good 1/2 hour of yet more brutality for the smaller white boy. Finally, he grew tired of it and had Wes expel the water that was deep in his guts. They led the boy into the bedroom, and let him ride their cocks. Ed finally fed Wes some GHB to slow him down, and they took turns idling slow fucking him with huge toys while he serviced the other man. Finally, Rex got hit a gut wrenchingly giant silicone cock and let Wes ride it while Rex and Ed smoked some weed and talked. “You know the boy is changed by this experience,” Rex said. “He came in here with a manpussy that you had pumped and molded for your cock and fists.” “Now we’ve given him a fist-addicted cunt,” Rex said smiling. Ed grinned, “Smoking hot fistcunt.” Looking over at Wes who was only riding the big toy 2/3rds way down, Ed called out “Take the toy all the way with every stroke down, want you to stay open.” Wes pushed down and then grunted and squealed. Ed grinned at Rex, “Yep, I know that toy is at least an inch deeper than we took him—just because he’s coming down doesn’t meant he shouldn’t continue to be opening himself deeper for me.” “Look Ed,” Rex said quietly. “I know you are an experienced top, with maybe a decade more of experience of this than me, but I had some thoughts on your boy.” “Sure, buddy,” Ed smiled, “Shoot.” “Well, how much do you want things to go back to the way they were before?” Rex asked.” “You mean to the way my boy before he was cunted for almost 48 hours straight and then when he was super sore, started begging to be punched-fucked shoulder deep by me and another muscle man?” Ed said laughingly. “Exactly,” Rex replied. “Well I wanna keep him, if that’s your question,” Ed said. “Boy’s smart, he’s my appprentice and he was in the honor roll and a varsity diver back at his Atlanta high school,” Ed said, smiling at the surprised look on Rex’s face. “Kid’s family is filthy rich, but his Dad disowned him when he came out and announced he was moving in with the middle-aged black bear who’d just restored his daddies vintage 1970 Mercedes Benz 280 SL,” Ed continued, “Luckily, grandmama is much more understanding and she diverted most of her hateful sons’ inheritance into the trust fund already established for her beloved grand baby. That Chanel-suited dame don’t give two shits if he wants to be a gay muscle himbo with a black daddy. Kids loaded—most of it just piles up as interest. All my boy spends money on is muscle tees, short shorts, daddy porn , fisting porn, and sex toys.” Rex mouth hung open in surprise. “No worries buddy, “ Ed assured Red, “The whole country hick black bear and runaway white himbo pussy jock thing is just our way of keeping our real business below the radar. There’s a shit ton of nearly priceless collectible cars in the big complex at the back of this land. Tom and I run one of the most successful and discrete car restoration firms in the country.” Ed continued, “The car business is 100% clean—well we are pretty sure nearly all our owners are legit— but Tom really does deal some drugs, mainly I think to get back at his bible-thumping parents who died when he was 22 and left him a fortune. I make sure it’s all kept separate though.” “Anyway, I don’t want to ruin the boy,” Ed said, “I want him to learn the business, get his MBA and help me and Tom.” “I also think maybe I am in love with him. But I do want more from him, especially sexually,” Ed said. Rex smiled, “More?” “I want to really bond him tight to my will, make him crave what he did tonight,” Ed said. “He’s still craving it right now, buddy,” Rex replied and stroked his meat watching the boy whine as he took finally took the last 1/4 inch of the giant toy. “My thoughts, as someone who may have done this before more than once,” Rex said, “I would keep him fucked up and whored out for several weeks. Deep fist him all the time, introduce him to some of your nastier friends, really show him how much of a whore he is. Treat him almost like you would if you wanted to ruin him and sell him on.” Rex paused, and then smiled dreamily, “He will only want you more when you detox him and get him back to the life you had before. The smart ones, the ones raised right, always do. They crave the nastiness the most.” Ed agreed, especially since there weren’t any pressing resto jobs for the next eight weeks. And so after he and Rex gave Wesley another load, Ed sent Wesley to bed in the spare bedroom with a huge bottle of Gatorade and a sleeping pill. When Wes awoke after six hours, he found another bottle of Gatorade, some yoghurt, a protein bar, and another sleeping pill. He also found a note, a thin leather collar trimmed in red, and his cell phone. “If you want to take it to the next level with me, boy,” the note read, “And be my fistcunt slave, put on this collar, take several slutty selfies with it on, and text it to me. Then eat and drink and go back to bed.” Wesley smiled, cleaned up his hair and put on the collar, he took several sexy shots, making sure to show off his puffy hole, and sent them to Ed. After a few minutes, while Wesley was munching on the protein bar, realizing just how hungry he was, Ed texted back. “That’s my beautiful boy. I think your ruined pussy is so hot I am gonna keep it that way. Go back to bed and get some rest, You’re going to need it.” The End

When are gays going to realize that some men go on these platforms claiming to be straight because they know many gays are obsessed with seducing (so-called) straight men? 😆 For those obsessed with labels, please understand that there are men out here who will fuck any warm moist opening regardless of the hole's gender if given the opportunity. It's not the flex gays think it is, You're just a human fleshlight to these guys. You had sex with a straight horny guy. Period.

I will never pass up the opportunity to force cunt. I just love it. In any case, coitus interruptus is a grave offence. I do not pull out. At most, I stop pushing while the pain of the initial violation subsides and his anus adjusts to my girth. That's just basic training at the minimum level of suffering I require.

I agree 100%. There are some stories on here that I stopped reading because I didnt like them I didnt say anything. Just stopped reading. I would love to write, but I dont have the talent. These guys are giving us free porn. If we keep harassing them they will stop.

This topic was originally posted in General Discussion and was moved to the Politics forum later (by me, because that's where it belongs). So the Jameson was not at fault.

***In my mind I had the story worked out and it was further along, and this part is a bit lengthy. But don't worry, it's going to get to the bug chasing by the next part.*** Part Three I got my answer about twenty minutes later when the doorbell was ringing again. This time it was the guy I’d first talked to outside yesterday when I was looking for the man in charge. A bit younger than the rest of the crew. Sandy hair, bit of beard scruff. Tall and buff, a definite stud hunk in the making. “Hi, uh, Dan told me to see you about . . .?” he trailed off, clearly shy and perhaps a little worried that now it was his turn to be made a fool of. I looked out over his shoulder to see the guy who’d fucked me, obviously Dan, give me a little grin and a thumbs-up. I gave him a nod, and then stepped aside to let my latest sperm donor in. I was shaking my head as I closed the door, trying not to laugh at myself. This would be the third guy in a couple of days to give me a load, and I hadn’t even bothered to ask any of their names. Somehow I was okay with that, too. I felt like a prostitute that gets paid in semen. This guy was really nervous, so I knew I had my work cut out for me to get him to relax. I offered him a beer but he declined, saying he had to be back on the job in 15 minutes. No time to waste, I asked him if he wanted a blowjob or to fuck my ass. He took about 30 seconds to weight the options then, without looking me in the eyes, he said ‘fuck’, so I led him back to the bedroom. As we got in the bedroom, I could feel he was right behind me. He grabbed my hips, led me over to the bed, and guided me to just bend over. Nice, he wants to pound me from behind, he can go hard and deep that way, so I was happy. I also had a feeling that he was sort of disconnect me from him. He could pound me, but not have to see me or look at my face. Human fleshlight. I slid my shorts down over my ass and offered my hole up. I heard him fiddling with his pants, and then seconds later he was poking his dick head around my opening, but not quite hitting the mark. So I reached back and took hold of what felt like a really thick, but not too long, cock, and guided it to the bullseye. Although I didn’t see it, his dick did not feel as long as the other two guys, but was easily thicker by inches. Honestly, it was like backing up to a big butt plug -which I happen to love, so yeah me! I wiggled my ass and willed my hole to open up around him, and once a couple of inches were in, he hit the slick of cum that his buddy had left in me and the rest of his tool rushed right on it. Fuck it felt good. And full. Definitely like being plugged. I felt some stinging as my hole was stretched to capacity so quickly. “Holy fuck!” he howled. After that he just went to pounding, the only sounds in the room were the wet smacking of his hips meeting my jiggling butt, and our mingling grunts and groans. I have to say that even though he didn’t have the depth penetration of his coworkers, that thick dick was just what my ass needed. I love the stretch and his cock was sending me to heaven. His size seemed to hit me in just the right place inside and I actually found myself having a rare anal orgasm. I’ve done it only once before with a dildo, so this was a pleasant surprise. So there I was gasping and groaning my way through an anal orgasm, when I heard him say, “Jesus fuck, your ass just got all juicy around my dick. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Aw, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He slammed me so hard and fast as his balls exploded their seed into my ass, and we were left panting and gasping for a few minutes before he finally extracted his still semi-hard dick from my used hole. He staggered back, almost shaky on his feet after such a powerful orgasm. He bent over, hands on knees, still sucking in air, and looked up at me. “That was incredible. I never came like that in my entire life. I thought I might pass out.” “Your dick is amazing. You made me have an orgasm in my ass -something hardly no men can say they’ve done to a guy.” “You can do that?” he asked me, frowning. “Oh yeah. You felt it.” “When your ass got all slick,” he noted, now standing to his full height, and pulling his pants back into place. “Fuck, that sent me over the edge. I never felt anything like that before. And no girl has ever let me fuck them hard like that. Usually I’m so thick they suck me or jerk me until I’m close, then maybe they let me in just to finish.” He didn't have to bother telling me they also made him stretch a condom on, too. “I’ve only had one anal orgasm in my life and that was with a toy -and it was years ago,” I told him as we walked back to the front door. “Seriously, if you want to fuck me again, I’d love it.” He looked at me in disbelief. “Really? It’s that easy.” “Hey, it’s not like we’re dating. You need a hole to fuck, my ass is yours. Anytime.” He was shaking his head and smiling as he walked out back to work. “You gay guys sure do have it easy,” he said to me, and then he was gone. I didn't want to tell him that this was a very rare and extreme situation I was in with his crew. Though maybe I should have to ensure that he would come back to me for more. Better if he didn't go out looking for other guys to fuck if he knew I was a sure thing. The rest of the day went by with no one ringing my bell. The construction noise quit, and I sat down and enjoyed the peace and quiet. For about five minutes. And then the doorbell rang. I figured it was a neighbour or something, so I was stunned to find Dan standing before me, smiling but nervous. I didn’t even say anything, just stepping aside and allowing him in. While he dropped onto the sofa, I got him a beer. But I sat down to enjoy the rest of my wine rather than going right to his crotch, which was rapidly on the rise. “You don’t mind that I came back?” he asked. “Nope,” I told him simply. “I told you, you can fuck me any time.” He told me that he didn’t think anyone meant any harm by what they all started with me, first with the foreman, and then with him sending the new guy in. And that I didn’t need to do anything with any of them, that it all just lucked out that I was horny and willing and the heat was keeping them all hot and bothered, too. “It’s not like I do this sort of thing all the time,” I assured him. “But I will admit that if the opportunity presents itself like it did when the boss came in, I will happily take it.” “And it’s okay that the other guys now all want a crack at that ass?” he asked with a big grin. “This all seems really . . . unreal to me.” “I’d love it. Really. I’ll just make sure that I’m ready for them.” In other words, horny, in little clothing, and already cleaned out. “You don’t want to let everyone fuck you, though. I don’t think it is safe with a couple of the guys.” I didn’t question what he meant by that, simply telling him that I could handle whatever they threw my way. He laughed, shaking his head, and called me a whore, but in a very teasing way. I responded by dropping to the floor between his legs and getting my hands into his pants to release his rock hard dick. “I like that. Use me like a whore,” I told him as I engulfed his swollen meat all the way down to his musky pubes. He threw his head back and growled. I only got to spend a few minutes sucking him this time. Evidently he was hornier now than he was earlier. He stood up, pulling me up, too, and then came around behind me, bending me down onto the sofa, where he was presented with my ass. After a couple of quick pokes to feel that I was still quite wet, he immediately jammed about half of his hard length into me. With one more push he was balls deep. From there it was just a frenzy of skin, animal sex noises, and a lot of ‘fuck yeah!’s. He blasted another load up my ass about ten minutes later, and then pulled out and sat down to finish his beer. I noticed that his dick was still standing tall, it didn’t soften even in the slightest. “I take it you’re up for going again?” I laughed. “You need to go somewhere?” he asked, now looking worried that he was overstaying his welcome. What man in his right mind would ever think anything was more important that getting used by a hot looking man like him? “Nope. I’m all yours,” I assured him. He tilted his head and eyed me. “I can go a lot. When I was in my teens I could jack-off ten times a day and still have cum to shoot by the end. And I’ve been on a sort of dry spell for a few months, so I'm crazy horny.” “I’ll take whatever your balls can give me.” “In that case, I might be here all night,” he chuckled. “Fine,” I told him confidently. And just like that, I had myself an all night fuck. And he really did fuck me all night long. Basically in every room in the house. I’ve never met a man who could fuck and cum so much and still need to keep going. I was in pig heaven! Not only did he fuck me in the kitchen, front hallway, shower, laundry room, bedroom, living room again, but after we finally did fall asleep from total exhaustion, he woke me three times through the night and dumped more loads in me every time. We both slept like babies, and in the morning I made him breakfast and told him of a route through my backyard that would take him around the block to his car so the rest of the crew wouldn’t know he spent the night. He was okay with them knowing he’d fucked me yesterday, but it made things look very different that he’d spent the night. I’m actually not even sure if that was a worry of his, but I got it into my mind that it could be a sticky situation, so I made the suggestion first. Bill showed up at my door around mid-morning wearing a shit-eating grin as he strolled into my house again. I don’t know, maybe I’m an idiot, but I just couldn’t see any reason to say no to him. Or any of them, really. I’d gotten a good look at the entire crew through the window yesterday, and they were all attractive in their own way. Even the less attractive ones were hot to me. Maybe more. And there were a couple that looked quite rough that really seemed to get my blood pressure up. “So I heard that a couple of my guys did more than just feed you their loads yesterday. You okay with that?” Bill asked, talking to me like I was one of his employees. “Of course,” I told him. Clearly he was in semi-business mode. He obviously didn’t need any sort of complaint for inappropriate behavior. “Let’s just say that you guys have put me in a mood. So while you’re here, why don’t you just let them have some fun.” He frowned and shook his head. “Really? All of them? I’ve got a fifteen man crew out there. Are you seriously telling me that you would let all of them fuck you?” “Yes,” I told him without hesitation. “You know, word got around them pretty fast. Now they’re all fucking horny and not concentrating on their work,” he said. “So tell them if they don’t get their mind on the job, they don’t get any ‘rewards’,” I suggested. “I’m off work for the next couple of weeks, so I will be available any time.” He pondered this for a bit, and then was nodding. “Okay, if I can work it, they can visit you on their breaks, so we actually get this job done. If they’re doing a really good job, then they can come over at some other point in their shift. That could take up a lot of your day.” “It’s more than fine,”I assured him, noticing how his crotch was filling out before my eyes. “I think you’re going to need a little help with that.” He looked down at his bulge and just sort of grunted. “Later. I got to get them moving,” he said, turning and heading back out, not at all worried that he was sporting major wood. “I’ll be back once I get things on track here.” With that, a plan was set. And after I heard all of the machines doing their noise for a while, Bill was back. He was already opening his pants as I opened the front door. I like a man who doesn’t waste time. “So, you like to get fucked,” he said, walking past me as I closed the door behind him. He didn’t even give me a chance to respond, quickly grabbing hold of me, spinning me around and yanking my shorts down over my ass. Within a matter of seconds he was buried in my hot ass, pounding away. “Yeah, you’re a fucking slut, aren’t you?” he growled. “Taking all of our dicks, huh? You like that? Slut?” His breath was hot on my right ear and I just love feeling a man that close while he’s fucking me. “Fuck yeah! I loved to get used like a whore. Fucking breed my ass!” I yelled back to him. It was a quick fuck, just him nailing me from behind right there in the entryway, both of our pants around our knees, rutting like animals. “Take that fucking cum, faggot!” he roared as he blasted my ass full of a very hot load of seed. We both pulled our bottoms back up, he slapped me on the butt and headed back to the door. “You might as well keep those shorts off -you’re going to be naked most of the time, anyway. Now that I know what a good fuck you are, I’ll make sure you get all the dick you can handle.” Just as he was stepping out the door he looked back at me and added, “And some maybe you can’t.” That was a bit ominous but also exciting. My dick was throbbing in my shorts and my hole was giving involuntary spasms at the thought of getting fucked again. Funny how you can go without and be mostly fine, but as soon as you get one dick in you, you want them ALL. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long -only about 10 minutes- before my next eager construction stud was ringing my doorbell. And so it went. For the entirety of the week, I had a steady stream of horned up, sweaty, dirty, musky men in and out of my house, giving me more loads that I could keep track of. A few were really clinging to their ‘straightness’ and would only let me suck them, but for the most part the rest wanted a bit of sucking to start and then a good fuck to finish. By Thursday night I had taken on all of the crew (at least once, some had repeats) except for the three rather rough looking ones. I figured they just weren’t interested. I didn’t sweat it, either way, because Dan seemed to be more than willing to take up the slack. He showed up after the crew left on Thursday, and I figured we were going to spend the night fucking like we had the other day. Fine by me. We started in the living room with me riding his lap on the couch, taking our time for a change, and talking a little. Just actually enjoying each other's company. “So what’s the deal with those other three guys?” I asked him. “The ones who haven’t come for a turn.” I had a feeling what it was, but I wanted to be sure. Somehow the prospect only made my ass hungrier. He took on a very serious face at this point. “I don’t think you want them. They’re trouble.” “How do you mean?” “I’m not totally certain, but I’m pretty sure they’re kind of fucked up. Like into hardcore stuff. The rest of the guys are just horny. But I’ve heard those three talking sometimes and they get into some twisted shit. I think they might have some STD’s, too.” My dick was shockingly steel hard hearing him talk about those guys. I probably shouldn’t want them, given that I’ve always managed to stay safe, but the thought of them using me was turning me the fuck on. To most people those guys might look a little rough or like trouble, but to me they looked like the porn stars that I always drool over. Rough and tough, hairy, hard all over, tattoos, probably pierced, too. The total porn stud package. Just thinking about them was sending me into overdrive. And Dan noticed, too. “Fuck, you are a pig! You actually like the idea of those three fucking you?” he asked as he drove his dick harder and deeper up into me, our fuck now getting more intense. I rode him harder, too. “I know I shouldn’t,” I panted, “But the idea of it has me so hot.” “Good thing we saved them for last, then. How about I tell them to come over after shift tomorrow. Everyone cuts out early Friday, anyway. I want to come and watch, if that’s okay.” “You know you’re always welcome here,” I told him adamantly. I meant that, too. Something different was happening with Dan. I could feel it, and I’m sure that he did, too. We were not just fucking. He had taken an interest in me. I couldn’t help but wonder what he would think of me after I had a go with those three remaining guys. Would he think I’m too disgusting to fuck anymore? I pushed those thoughts out of my head. None of this had been expected, so any action is good action in my books. He slammed his beautiful cock deep into me and roared as he flooded me with more sperm. The thought of his cum in me, and those three rough looking guys fucking me with some sort of bugs, just sent me over the edge, and my dick exploded hands-free, firing a line of cum up Dan’s stomach and chest, right to his face. When we both settled down from our powerful orgasms, I saw all of the cum on Dan and leaned over and began licking it up. At first he leaned back just a little as I approached him, maybe he thought I was going to kiss him with cum on my lips? But then I started licking more cum up, trying to gather as much as possible in my mouth before I swallowed it. I managed to get his face, neck and chest cleaned while still impaled on Dan’s hard dick. And then he surprised me by grabbing me behind the neck and pulling my face to his, mashing our lips together. His tongue forced it’s way past my lips and he began licking and probing for my load. Fucking hell, I hadn’t expected this from such a butch looking man. We swapped spit and cum for at least five minutes, both of us enjoying this new intimacy, when suddenly I felt Dan’s dick throbbing in my ass again. That finally made me pull away from him. “Are you cumming again?” I asked. “I didn’t expect that, but fuck!” he yelled, riding the wave through his orgasm. “I never did anything like that before but it was so fucking hot my dick just went off.” Evidently he liked it, because he pulled me back to him and we made out for ages before he wanted to fuck again in a different room. We had definitely turned a corner and now Dan and I had gone into some other territory that I was not sure he wanted. Though he wasn’t shying away from it, either. We continued to kiss and fuck our way through the entire night again, and he added another load right before he headed out to work in the morning. That was when I knew that something was different, because he went out the front door, for all the guys to see. He still had on the same grungy clothes as the day before, but the rest of him obviously looked freshly showered. I heard the guys making dirty comments and just whooping it up that he’d spent the night fucking the whore. Hey, we both had big smiles on our faces, so who cares? I smiled to myself all day thinking Dan. Unexpectedly, I might have found something I hadn’t been looking for. Dan came in for his breaks, but we didn’t fuck, and none of the other guys came in, either. On his last break I mentioned it. “I was a little surprised that nobody came in to fuck me today since it’s the last day on site.” “Well, they all had their turns -except for Luke, Andy, and Rob for tonight.” “I guess I shouldn’t complain. I got more cock and cum this week than I have the past couple of years combined,” I laughed. I stared at him for a couple of minutes, but he was staring at the floor, deep in thought. Finally, he came to a decision. “I . . . I told the guys not to come in,” he told me, now looking me in the eyes. My stomach just sank when he said that. “What? Why? Did I do something wrong?” “No, no. Just the opposite. This has been all so weird to me, but ever since that first day I can’t stop thinking about you. I never even considered being bi before we started working here, and now I can’t even get hard thinking about a woman. I only get hard when I think about you,” he confessed. I was shocked speechless. That’s the last thing I expected to hear from him. Yes, I knew I felt a strong connection, but he just jumped in the deep end. Most men in his position would spend their time denying it, pretending nothing ever happened, pretending we’d never met. Instead, he was coming out to me -and he never even knew he was gay before this week. Right away his posture dropped and he looked insecure. “Look, you know I’ve never done this stuff before. But I fuckin’ like you. A lot. And I think you like me.” “A lot,” I pointed out, and his face split with a huge grin of relief. It sounded to me like he was talking about a relationship, so I worried that I might not get a chance to sample the last three guys, the ones I was sure had some bugs to pass my way. Or, if they do, will he be still even like me? “The guys are still going to breed me tonight, right?” My mind was swirling. Things like this just never happened to a guy like me. And this hunk, only now realizing he is gay, could have literally any man he wanted. And he was saying he wanted me. “About that. It’s still on, but I have to tell you something. When I talked to them earlier and told them you wanted their loads, they mentioned that they all have HIV. They look healthy enough, but they said to tell you that they do shoot viral loads -whatever that means. I don’t know about all of this stuff, but I’m pretty sure it means you could get sick.” I had already figured that was the case, and I was still horny as hell to get their cum in me -as evidenced by the growing tent in my shorts. “I see that doesn’t turn you off the way I thought it might,” Dan laughed. “Then it’s on,” he told me, leaning over for a quick but strong kiss before returning to finish out the workday. Shortly after 4 pm all of the equipment had been taken away, the street cleaned, and most of the workers departed. The four remaining men moved their vehicles to my driveway and entered my house for a night I was not soon to forget.