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I was group fucked in my sling by my usual Buddies last night, 2 Dads and 4 Lads. The put me in the sling and strapped the stirrups round my ankles and hauled my legs up high and spread wide apart. I fucking love that - my hole was on show and I felt real vulnerable. They were all naked and hard so it wasn’t long before I had a cock deep in my arse. They lined up to fuck and seed. Me. Hamish went last cuz he’s got a massive cock and I struggle to take it but I’d been fucked so hard for over an hour and I had 5 big wet loads in me that Hamish easily forced his cock balls deep in me. Even though I’d had 5 cocks inside me Hamish was still a real tight fit and I felt every thrust as he pumped his load in me.

My brother Tom pulled me into the dark corner "What are you doing here, Tag? I told you not to follow me." Tom seemed angry and I wasn't sure why. I knew he and his friends were going to party tonight and I usually tagged along, that was how I'd earned the nickname, Tag. So when Tom had told me I couldn't come tonight I took matters into my own hands and FaceTimed Griff, his best friend, and asked him to take me. He'd grinned a devilish grin before saying "Sure kid, I'll pick you up too. Don't tell him though, it'll be our little secret." Griff and Tom had been best friends their whole live's and I'd always been the kid brother. Things were different now though and it made be feel anxious. They were college sophomores, going to school in the city and I was still trapped in our no name town as the clocks at school ticked down my senior year. I wanted to join them in the city next year. Before they'd always let me tag along, drink beer with them and their jock bros but something shifted this year. Now, they came home less and less. When they did they kept to themselves and it was like there was a wall I couldn't get through. It was more then parties too even when Tom was home it was like his mind was elsewhere. I'd confronted Tom about it. He told me it was for my own good that I stay away from them. But now it was Christmas break and they were home, I thought maybe it would go back to normal but it didn't. The holiday was uneventful and now on December 26th they were bailing on our town and driving into the city for a party. A party I wouldn't have known about if i hadn't overhead Tom on the phone. When he got off the call I begged him to take me. "No, Tag." he said firmly. "Why? Why don't you want me around you anymore?" "I'm doing this for your own good. There must be some high school parties for you around her, go to those. Go to the movies, fuck a chick. I don't care what you do- but you aren't coming with us." Tom wanted to leave me behind again? Not a chance. The thought of being left behind was unacceptable. That's why I reached out to Griff, I had to join them. I'd had beers and pot with them before, I could handle tonight too. Whatever they were up to. Couldn't I? I was nervous waiting for Griff a block away from my house. He was going to pick me up first, hide me in the trunk of his CR-V before then going and picking up Tom for the drive into the city. The drive into the city was uneventful. Anytime Tom went to say something about the party Griff changed the conversation, almost as if he didn't want me to know what I was in for. I kept quiet in the back and Tom was oblivious to my presence. When we got there the doors opened and they got out. The doors slammed and they were gone. I was to wait until Griff came to get me. I did, slowly removing the blanket from on top of me and looking around. The street we were on looked a little sketchy, we were definitely in the city. Twenty minutes went by. Where the fuck was he? Finally the trunk door popped open and Griff led me in to an unmarked building on a city street. "This isn't like the other parties, Tag. Those were high school parties. Just remember you asked to come. I think you'll like it though. Tom didn't want this for you but I know better. I know you're one of us, you always have been." Griff explained to me as he slung an arm around my shoulder. What was he talking about? Whatever it was it made me feel good to hear him include me. We had walked up five flights. Now a door was in front of us, one of the steel doors on a track, Griff slid it open and my whole life changed... *End of Part 1... (this will be a series, a slow burn but worth the wait)

Sorry for the delay. Have really struggled for time, and also inspiration. This is a second and final chapter, taking the story in a certain direction. I think there is a hotter, darker continuation out there, but I have struggled to write it, so this will do for now pending me maybe finding a different way to take things for an alternative ending. ————— Dean slid his hands under my suit jacket and pressed them onto my chest as he leaned forward and planted his lips on mine. The kiss was brief, before he pulled back and then began to push the jacket off my shoulders. I threw my arms down straight and helped shake them out of it, and he immediately then went to work on my shirt buttons as the jacket fell carelessly to the floor. Once the shirt had joined it down there, Dean quickly stripped off his own before pulling me back in for a longer and deeper kiss. “We’ll have time for that later” he breathily whispered as he pulled back but held his face close to mine. “I need to get at your arse.” I couldn’t help but smile at him as we both began to get fully naked, the familiarity of his hunger for me still there despite it being two decades since the last time we had done this. He wanted me, I wanted him, and all nerves and doubts about what I was doing had evaporated. “On the bed” he growled at me, causing me to almost leap onto the plush bedding and get on all fours. I had barely landed when his face was pressed into my crack, and I could not help but moan loudly as his tongue touched my hole. I then had to bite my lip as he forced it in, opening me up and driving me wild. He was a man on a mission though, so his tongue was soon replaced by one, then two, then three fingers. The pain and discomfort did not bother me though, as I wanted him in there as eagerly as he did. Soon enough, the fingers were gone and his cock had begun its journey back inside me for the first time in far too long. That first reunion fuck was hard, animalistic, painful, but also incredible. I saw stars throughout, my body having a heightened reaction to something that had once been a regular part of my life. I’m not sure any of my blabbering to Dean was coherent, but he got the message and fucked with intensity throughout. Then, with a demonic roar, he gripped my waist even harder and pulled me back against him as he unloaded, and I just panted in satisfaction knowing he was breeding me again after so long. We lounged in hotel robes plucked from the wardrobe for a bit, enjoying the champagne and occasionally going out on the balcony for a smoke. I told him all about my utterly boring married life, and he shared a little about his world as a gay man, making me realise just how much more true to himself he had been than I had ever had the courage to be. There had not been anyone special in his life since he had bailed from his engagement though, and while his tales of sexual adventures turned me on, I did feel a bit regretful for him that he had not found something more. Our second round on the bed made me realise that perhaps he had actually once found someone special, but that fool had gone off and got himself married. Face down, with him lying on my back and buried deep inside me, the tenderness with which he nuzzled and kissed my neck as he slowly pushed in and out gave me a clear sign that I was his “one that got away”. My mind went into overdrive as I thought about that, my own feelings, and what all this meant. It was all a bit overwhelming, and we were both very quiet after he blew in me again. He rested in position on my back while his breathing calmed, and then slowly pulled himself up off me. “Are you OK?” I eventually asked him, as I lay on my side on the mattress with him sitting on the edge of it with his back to me. “Yeah” he sighed. “Just…” “I know” I said, reaching out and putting my hand on his back after he had trailed off and gone silent for a while. “I’m sorry.” He sat still for a while, before nodding, standing up and heading into the bathroom. I lay there a little longer, before sliding off the bed and following him. He was leaning on the sink looking down, so I once again put my hand on his back. He looked up and made eye contact with me in the mirror, slightly startling me with his pained expression. I rubbed my hand down his back, at which point he stood up straight and turned to face me. I instinctively took him in my arms and allowed him to bury his face in my neck, and then we stood like that for a while as we just held each other. “I’m sorry” he whispered, after he pulled back a little to face me. “I know you’re married.” With my mind full of conflicting thoughts, I could not help but lean into him, plant my lips on his, and begin a long and passionate kiss. None of it was about the sex, but rather the reignition of something long since buried for me and long since lost for him. There, in that moment, all I could feel was a burning need to take care of him, now that the pretence and the bravado was gone. He loved me, and always had done, that much I knew even if I suspected it would be very hard for him to say it out loud. I had no idea what I was going to do about it, but with this rekindling of what once had been, I began to realise that I was not going to be able to let it all just disappear a second time. Back in our uni days, we had only ever done it missionary a handful of times, and all of those had been when we were away together for a night or two and Dean had begun to let down his guard. That night in his suite we revisited it, and our third reconnection was a gentle and passionate affair with me on my back, my legs splayed out, and Dean looking deeply into my soul as he moved himself in and out. Our fourth reconnection was the following morning in a position we had only been in one before, both lying on our sides with him gripping me tightly from behind as he again gently coaxed both of us to orgasm. The shower that followed was one of the longest of my life, such was the time spent under the hot spray with our lips locked together. Work that day was a struggle, but I used my tiredness as an excuse in the evening to get out of the Christmas do early and head back to my hotel to change. Dean had extended his suite booking by another night, so once I had got a cab to his hotel we picked up where we left off. I spent most of that night with him buried inside me, and I knew by morning that this was not, could not be, just a quick fling for old time’s sake. I felt alive, energised, passionate, and all the many other things that a married man in his 40s often finds he has slowly, unwittingly lost. Returning to Hertfordshire was a crash down to earth, and I really struggled with re-entry. I felt like I was a different person now, and after expending all my emotional energy with maintaining the illusion of still just being “Dad” to my kids, I had nothing left for my wife. She was in a foul mood with me by Monday morning when I left early for the normal commute into London. Dean and I had been communicating over Telegram so that I could keep the app hidden and notifications off, only engaging when I was able, and through that we arranged to meet for lunch on the Tuesday. The kicker for me is what an utter relief it was to see him again when I arrived at the pub he had chosen, really hammering home that everything was now upended. The hour flew past, and we both agreed we needed to not only now do this as often as we could, but some way would have to be found to satisfy our need to do more than just talk to each other. He, of course, came up with the solution for that, when he took out a very quick lease on a serviced apartment in a block in Limehouse. One minute from a station halfway between his office in Canary Wharf and my own in The City, the location made for quick journeys to maximise our time together. Lunchtimes moved to there, and the only thing that got eaten was my arse… before Dean ploughed into it of course. After just one week of this new routine, he let me know he was planning to sell his house in Brighton and buy a flat in that neck of the woods, as not only had he been missing being based in London but he now had another reason to make the move. Four weeks into our new Limehouse lunchtime routine, my work introduced another curveball to the situation. A colleague I did not know particularly well suddenly quit with immediate effect (or perhaps was actually fired for something serious), and I was temporarily handed a key project from his portfolio to run that involved a lot of engagement with the offices in both New York and Singapore. Time zones were going to be a major issue, particularly as the nature of this project really necessitated being present in the London office with the small team working on it. Therefore, after a rather passive-aggressive conversation with my wife, we ‘agreed’ I needed to be staying in London most of the time for the three remaining weeks that the project would be in this intensive working phase. I had previously told her about having reunited with an old uni friend, and that I’d since met him for lunch a few times to catch up, so she did not seem too surprised when I said that he had offered me his spare room so I could be somewhere nicer than a hotel for the patches of sleep I was going to be getting during short nights and hopefully some lunchtime power naps. Thus, without any more sniping and drama from her, I packed a couple of bags and set off for Dean’s rented flat for a longer stay. Truth be told, the hours were indeed brutal, and Dean and I actually ended up having less sex than normal. However, I could tell that did not matter to him, as me being there for a prolonged period seemed to bring him a kind of relaxed comfort that I had only rarely seen back in the day. He had always had a certain energy, and it was only once he knew he had me there for several days on the trot - even if a bit fleetingly - that he seemed to become calm and just happy to be himself without being “on”. He made a lot of effort to work around my hours, coming home to make me lunch for whichever side of my scheduled powernap was going to be best, waiting up for me in the evening, and getting up with me in the morning so we could chat over coffee before he went back to bed for a bit. As exhausted and strung out as I was, I also couldn’t help but realise how much happier I was in this set-up than anything I could have had at home, even if that home had been fitted with a transporter pad to beam me directly to the office. However, Dean became quite withdrawn on the second Friday, and had disappeared into himself when I came back that night. He wouldn’t talk about it, but I assumed it was because I was once again going to be getting up early on Saturday to go back home for the weekend, and wouldn’t be back until late Sunday night. Not exactly a long time away, but I guessed he was dealing with the reality of being the secret weekday partner, and the weekend’s role in slapping him with the reality of what my life actually was and where my loyalties had to lie. Still, he didn’t voice any of that, so I just had to go on my guess as to that being his issue. What did surprise me more was his lack of interest in having sex that night, despite us having a bit more time than normal, so I just had to settle for a rare reversal of the norm by being the big spoon in bed that night as I tried to wordlessly comfort and reassure him that I really did care for him. After a long journey back home through engineering works on the train line, I endured another tiring weekend doing everything the kids had been promised I would do with them, plus the house jobs that it felt like my wife had invented just to punish me for leaving her alone all week. I’m not sure whether it was the fact that Dean was now in my life the way he was, his unusual sadness at my weekend absence, or whether I had woken up to the true state of my marriage, but as I toiled on door repairs, garage tidying and everything else she’d conjured up, I found myself trying to figure out if I did in any way still want to actually be with her. Yes, I wanted to be a father to my kids, but did being with my wife actually bring me any joy these days? When had it last brought me any joy? Was I bringing her any joy either? It was a little disconcerting to realise that there were no positive answers to those questions. Talking to Dean about this seemed to brighten him from his funk a little when I got back there on the Sunday night, but sex remained off the table that week. I was so exhausted that I was quite OK with just sleeping all wrapped in him at night, and was happy to see him be more upbeat as we periodically engaged in tentative conversations about how a life with me no longer being married could work. Still, something more was definitely bothering him, but I figured he would tell me in his own time, perhaps when I wasn’t on such crazy hours. The project finally finished the following Friday some hours earlier than expected, for which I was very grateful as I was not feeling great that day. The work was expected to have gone on all night and thus I was not due back in Hertfordshire until the Saturday, but I felt increasingly sick as I made my way on the train to Dean’s flat so did not message him to come home early as I wasn’t sure I was up for much. I showered and had some herbal tea to see if it helped, but eventually threw in the towel and went to bed in the hope that I was just exhausted and would feel better for when Dean got back. I didn’t. —————- I think it was Tuesday before I was really with it again at all, and I was still at Dean’s. It really is the most discombobulating thing when you have missed whole days, and still being under the weather, I struggled to take in what he was telling me. I had basically passed out in his bed and was a feverish, barely-conscious mess when he had got back. He had sorted me out with various pills - I had no memory of ever waking to take anything - and had set about keeping a close eye on me. At some point he had pointed my phone at my face to unlock it and thus be able to call my wife, and she had agreed I should stay put so that I did not bring home whatever it was. He noted that this seemed to be her primary concern, rather than the fact that I was in no state to be moved, that Dean was going to have to care for me, or even that I was unwell. Anyway, he had indeed cared for me through the weekend, and now here I was out the other side wondering what the hell had happened. I continued to rest on that Tuesday, with Dean going to the office for part of the day having worked from home on the Monday. That evening I let him know I would get a taxi home the next day, and recharge it to work for the fact that they had avoided an expensive hotel bill during the project because I had stayed with him. He agreed, but said there was something we needed to do first in the morning before I left. I assumed he meant sex, but I woke up late in the morning to the sight of him getting dressed into leisure gear. “I’ve taken the day off” he said. “Come on, get up and we’ll go out for coffee. You can call the cab later.” Before my sleep-addled brain could respond he was out of the bedroom, so I wearily hauled myself up and started dressing in my own jogging bottoms, T-shirt and hoodie. I definitely felt better but still not quite right, so was glad I had decided to go home by cab later as I could chill a bit rather than worrying about trains. Dean hurried us out and was very quiet as he strode off in a different direction than his favourite coffee spot, but I fell in behind and just went with it, not sure what was going on. Then, he came to a stop beside a set of steps up into a building, and when I turned and looked up at the door I saw it was a clinic. ————— “I didn’t know” he said, unable to look me in the eye. We had been sat in silence in the room for quite some time after the doctor had left us alone, and he was the first to make any kind of sound. “I found out the week before last” he continued. “Terrence Higgins were in doing a roadshow in the lobby at work, and we all got marched down to get tested to encourage all the juniors to do the same. One of the ladies doing the testing asked me to help them fix something on a pull-up banner they couldn’t reach so that everyone else would head off to lunch, and then she sat me down and told me my result.” We returned to silence while I absorbed what he had just told me. The timing, his mood, the lack of sex. It all made sense. “So that’s why we haven’t…” I eventually said, before trailing off. “I didn’t know what to do, but I couldn’t risk it if there was a chance you weren’t already” he said, before putting his head in his hands. “Too little, too late I guess”. We remained in silence, as my mind went over and over the words the doctor had said, and what Dean was now telling me. Obviously part of my brain knew it must have been him, but I was so overwhelmed with the news at first that only now he had spoken was that aspect coming into focus. “So, all this sex you were having before me” I said, which caused him to sit up suddenly and dart his head in my direction. “I promise, I was being safe!” he said, and I could tell from the horrified look on his face that he was speaking the truth. “I was on prep, which should have been enough.” “I guess it wasn’t” I said, somehow managing to smile at him. “I’m so sorry” he said, before his face crumpled and the tears started falling. Despite the news I had just been given, I could not help but reach over and pull him into me. As we buried our faces in each other’s necks, I too began to sob. We were both dealing with this, and I knew that I was the first person he had talked to since his own test result came up positive so there was a lot of pent up emotion, coupled of course with the guilt of having infected me too. I, meanwhile, was basically exhausted and this was more than I could take. We did eventually get that coffee, taking them back to his flat. There we sat in silence for a while, only occasionally broken by him voicing out loud the things he was trying to think of that could have played a role. That stomach bug he got that maybe messed up his prep regime. The visit to that bathhouse in San Francisco while he was there for work shortly after getting better. That flu he had just before we were reunited, which must have actually been his own seroconversion. I only spoke up when I got the impression he was on the verge of a spiral. “It’s not your fault” I said. “Of course it is” he replied. “I was the one…” “No” I said, cutting him off, “it’s not. We never used condoms back in the day when we should have, and I did not even think to ever ask you to use one this time round. I never could or should have assumed you used them the rest of the time with other guys. You were taking prep, so you thought you were protected. You got tested regularly, right?” “Yes” he said, “every month. Normally.” “So, then, you just didn’t have time to catch it before we met again” I said, before smiling at him. “And what happened from then on was never going to have been stopped, and all normal routines we both had have fallen apart.” “I suppose” he said, sounding unsure as he looked back down at the floor. “It is what it is” I said. “It’s not a death sentence any more, and maybe it will just seal the deal on my marriage.” Dean’s head whipped back round so he was facing me, his eyes wide and a little puppy-like. “Are you serious?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “I don’t think I love her anymore, I’ve been committing adultery, and now I’ve got HIV. I think that’s the Universe sending me a pretty big sign that it’s over, don’t you?” “But… but what about your kids?” he asked. “I don’t know” I replied. “But the marriage can’t go on, so we’ll just have to deal with it.” He sat and stared at me for a moment, before he looked down at the floor and shuffled a bit. “So what will you do now then?” he asked, a nervous edge creeping into his voice. “I guess that depends on you” I said, leaning over and putting my hand on his thigh. “You said something about buying a flat here?” A big smile broke across his face as he turned his head back to face me. “I did say that” he replied. “Well” I continued, now smiling back at him.. “That sounds like it would be very convenient for my office too, so I might just have to see if you need a roommate.” His smile turned into a big grin, and then he leaned towards me and our lips met. We melted into one another, for that moment choosing not to think about the magnitude of all that had happened and all that would be coming. What we had once had was rekindled, it was stronger than ever, and I could not wait to see where it took us next.

He replaced his thumb with two fingers. He penetrated me until I felt his hand. I clutched the sheet as he began to work on my pleasure center, moving his fingers. I could clearly feel his fingernails on the wall of my rectum. Again and again, he withdrew his two fingers, spreading them and my hole. Then he ruthlessly pushed them back in. What followed was a short and very intense finger fuck. I moaned more and more, not sure if I could hear it outside the truck. When he withdrew his fingers, I felt briefly empty and noticed my hole slightly open. But my hole was barely empty for a second. He pressed my head into the mattress, spread my legs with his, and then I felt his cock. He was unerring and didn't hesitate. He penetrated me powerfully with his cock, stretching me even further. I moaned, and he kept going until he was completely inside me. He pulled me up a little by my shoulders, and I felt his cock even more intensely. "You little pig need it! And you little pig, you're getting it now!" he said to me, still darkly. Then he started to fuck me. Without consideration, he penetrated me again and again. At some point, he grabbed my pelvis and tightened even more. A brief circle, and then he thrust into me again. I felt impaled and clearly filled. His thrusts made a slapping sound that didn't let up. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Over and over again. I could feel us working up a sweat. It felt like he fucked me like that for at least 20 minutes. Then he pulled his cock completely out, only to immediately push it all the way back inside me. He did this five or six times. "Boy, do you want my pozz cum?" he asked me. "Tell me! Beg for it!" I was so horny and just moaned, "Yes, you bull, fuck me and give me your dirty cum deep inside me!" My mind was superior to my horniness. I wanted it to never end. Then he pushed me back onto the bed, pressing my pelvis into the mattress with both hands. My breathing became labored, the thrusts even harder and more uncontrolled. Then a scream, and immediately I felt his twitching cock. He, too, flinched briefly, which changed the position of his cock inside me. "Take my dirty cum, you little wanker! Always remember who marked you here today!" I don't know where his cock landed, but I felt his twitching even more intensely. He let himself fall on top of me, his twitching intensified once more, and finally, I came too. Moaning, I lay beneath him and came without even touching my cock. After the last twitch, he stayed on top of me for a moment, only then did he pull his cock out. He slapped my ass and ruthlessly shoved his cock, smeared with cum and my blood, all the way down my throat. I gagged and tears welled up in my eyes, but he showed no mercy. "That was nice, you little wanker, but I have to go today. I'm going to have a smoke now, and then it would be good if you were gone!" he said in a dark voice. "My viruses are already finding their way into your body." I turned my head briefly and saw him pack up his cock. That was all I expected, because he actually left the truck afterward. I lay there for a moment, thinking about what had just happened. Then I gathered my things, got dressed, and left. Completely out of it, I got into my car and continued on toward home. Only later did I feel the juice slowly flowing out of me. I was getting horny again...

Part VI: Cole’s POV The door clicks shut behind them. I don’t move. My arms are trembling, knees sore against the rug, back arched the way Moses told me to hold it—ass in the air, face flushed, mind swimming in syrupy heat. Every second they were gone stretched out like it might last forever. But I didn’t move. Not an inch. He told me not to, and I didn’t. The air shifts when Nico and Moses return. Footsteps. Slow. Confident. Moses first—I know that walk. Measured. Mean. Nico’s heavier, more reluctant, like he’s not sure he should be back in this room. I don’t lift my head. I just listen. Feel the thick silence rewrap around us. “You stayed,” Moses says, low behind me. Closer now. His voice does something to me. Cuts through the fog of the G still slow-dancing in my bloodstream and makes my stomach clench. It’s approval—but dark, sharp-edged. Like being praised for letting yourself drown. Then a pause. Just long enough for my body to start buzzing with the silence. “Good,” he says again. Quieter. I hear something. A rustle. Then the sound of fingers tapping plastic. No words. Just movement. Moses crouches behind me. I can feel the heat of him there, radiating toward my skin. “You want your reward, baby brother?” My breath shudders out. I nod. “No,” he snaps. “Use your words.” “Yes, sir,” I whisper. “I want it.” He lets out a hum—something between approval and amusement. I hear plastic again, a rubber plunger. My mind tries to piece it together but everything’s blurred around the edges. I feel hot and light and hungry in a way that terrifies me. “Arch deeper,” he says. “I want that hole begging.” I push my chest closer to the rug. Shift my knees wider. My spine curves down and back until I’m fully open—every part of me exposed, stretched, waiting. Humiliated. Fucking ready. Then I feel his hand—firm on my hip, grounding me. “You know what boofing is, Cole?” Moses asks, almost casually. I don’t answer. Can’t. A slap. Sharp, fast, across the same spot he hit earlier. “Answer.” “Y-yeah,” I choke out. “Kind of.” He chuckles. It’s a low, dangerous sound. “Good. Then you know this isn’t just for fun. It’s going to hit hard. Fast. No going back.” My pulse skitters. He spits on his fingers. Rubs the slick mess between my cheeks. Then his fingers press—just at the rim. Testing. Behind me, I hear Nico shift. Still silent. Watching. Like he’s trying to pretend he doesn’t want to kneel down beside Moses and help. “Hold still,” Moses murmurs. “One push.” And then the syringe. The cool tip of it replaces his fingers. I freeze—everything in me locking up with tension—but I don’t move. He warned me. “This is mine,” Moses mutters. “Not some watered-down club shit. This’ll light you up from the inside.” The tip slips in. Deeper than I expected. My breath stutters. I grip the rug, jaw clenched. Then the pressure. He plunges it. I feel the warmth immediately. Not like drinking. Not even like a hit. This is different—intimate, violating, invasive in a way that makes my vision go white at the edges. My body jerks once, instinctual, but his hand clamps down on my lower back. “Stay,” he growls. “Let it hit.” The burn turns to heat. The heat turns to fire. And suddenly everything inside me is moving too fast—my heart, my breath, my thoughts. I let out a sound—half moan, half whimper—but I can’t stop it. Moses pulls the syringe out and gives my ass one more slap. Not hard. Just enough to say, you’re mine now. My arms give out. I collapse halfway, forehead to the floor, moaning through clenched teeth as the rush slams into my bloodstream like a bullet train. Everything is liquid. Everything is sharp. Behind me, I hear him say to Nico: “You do the other.” My heart skips. “What?” “The T.” No hesitation. Just command. “I’ll hold him open,” Moses says. I feel his hands on me—firm, practiced. Thumbs pressing into the dip of my ass, spreading me for another time tonight. I flinch at the contact but don’t pull away. I can’t pull away. Not when my blood is fizzing, my hole still slick from earlier, still burning from what Moses just pushed inside. I sense Nico crouching behind me. Same feeling as before. The tip of a syringe sliding into me. “Plunge it.” Moses demands. Nico complies. My vision sharpens, blurs, then sharpens again. Every nerve in my body lights up like someone flipped the switch from human to live wire. My tongue goes numb. My cock throbs painfully. My fingers flex against the rug like they’re digging for stability that isn’t there. Moses watches me like a craftsman inspecting a fragile thing mid-transformation. “There he is,” he murmurs. “There’s my good little slut.” The words melt into me. Mine. He said mine. I don’t speak. Can’t. All I can do is exist—naked, split open, drugged and desperate and wanting more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Nico pulls out the syringe like he’s been burned. I hear his breath. Short. Clipped. He’s trying not to let it show. But I know what he sees. He sees me, wrecked and perfect. Moses stands. He unzips. Finally. I look up just as his cock springs out from his jeans. Uncut, rock hard, dripping with pre cum. Framed by a thick black bush. I look further up and see him grinning at me. I let out a whimper. My brother—I shouldn’t like this. But fuck. He looks so fucking good. “Move” he says to Nico, breaking our gaze. I turn my head and watch him get to his knees—positioning himself behind me. He bends over me, whispering in my ear, “You ready for this cock, baby brother?” The G and T plunged inside me makes me let out a desperate moan. Moses’ hand wraps around my throat in response. “I asked you a question, faggot.” His grip getting tighter with each word. “You ready for your big brother to fuck you raw? You ready to feel every inch of me inside you?” “Fuck, Moses,” I let out, “Fuck yes.” Moses snickers and pulls back, then I feel the head of his cock press low against me—hot, heavy—like it’s always meant to be there. “Last chance,” he says, not because he’s asking, but because he wants to hear it. My voice cracks. “Take me.” A beat. Then— Pressure. Stretch. Invasion. His cock pushes in slow. My body protests—tight, too tight—but I don’t run. I don’t clench. I accept. It’s not Nico’s rushed fuck. It’s not about getting off. It’s about claiming. About being filled until I don’t belong to myself anymore. Moses sinks in deeper. Deeper. Until I feel his hips flush against my ass, his breath thick and steady behind me. He doesn’t move. Just stays there, buried. One hand gripping my waist. One planted on the back of my neck, holding me down. Owning me. “Fuuuuck yeah baby brother. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

20y.o. Guy 6ft 180 smooth body. With a bubble Butt that will take any cock any load. I started doing some sTff recently all because of a friend that introduced it to me. Him and I would watch porn. Smoke, and goon out to porn. Until one day, we are doing our usual routine when he says he's going to point me this time. I was so nervous but said f it. Do it. Before he did it he showed me to clean out and then when I was clean he threw me on the bed and spread my boy cheeks, and rimmed me. I started moaning and pushing my ass into his face. He was moaning too. This is 100% more than We normally do. Then he preps me to get the point. He says, after this you will be begging for cocks. I'm going to fuck you. It's going to hurt at first but tryst me you will be beginning for more. And BAM . I was flying My whole body was humming. I started coughing and felt like I was breathing in so much more Air. The then flipped me, spit on my hole and just shoved his 8in thick cock in my hole. I screamed out, but then moaned then the words out of my mouth were, fuck me hard. As it felt like an hour had pass, his cock felt harder and he grunted low grunts, and said, here Comes my hot sees boy. And his big balls slapped against my as He goes balls deep and I feel him shooting ropes of cum deep in me. He collapses on my back. We lay there in euphoric bliss for a lil bit. Until he cuffs each of my hands to the posts. And then my legs. So fast I couldn't stop him. “So stay here hahaha my brothers are coming to try you out.He"heres some water u will need it. “ as he puts it to my mouth I chug it cuz I was so thirsty.” Good finish it all. Hahaha He then walked away and as I lay there. For I don't know how long. I started feeling funny. As if I was drunk. Then I was super horny humping the bed I was on. Then randomly felt someone on the bed, I feel another gag me and blindfold me. I was so f Ed up I didn't care at this point. Until I felt a, at least 10 Inch cock just slide into me. I moaned loudly Then the gag came out and a cock went in. Throat fucking me. What Is happening…. End of part one.

THE PARTY. DING- 1 text message from BBDaddyD: Hey Connor cumdump boy. I hope you are ready for one wild night. Make sure to be prepped and ready. Wearing just a jock. Come to the club, park in back. Come thru the door marked, BBASEMENT. Go down the stairs, Bear the bouncer will escort you to your room to remove clothes and provide your poppers. Then he will get you up on the swing/sling and strap you in. See you tonight 10pm sharp boy. No need to respond. I know il be seeing you tonight. 😈 As I'm driving to the club I'm scared but excited. My hole has been thirsty for their cocks for weeks. I pull down the ally and park in back. Make my way down the stairs to bear. I was about to introduce my self when he puts his finger over my mouth and goes, shhhhh, hi Connor let's get you ready, he leads me to the room and pushes me up against the wall, " no boy, don't move," He takes my jacket and shirt off firsts the cuffs my hands above my head. He then slowly pulls my pants off and spreads my legs. I moan with excitement. "OH LIL SLUT BOY!" He then spreads my boy cheeks and starts tongue fucking my hole. Mmmm yes sir. I let out He spanks my ass so hard. "Quiet boy." He then says, I'm prepping your hole for the first guy. He's about 9 inch thick, uncut, he's pretty rough so I hope your ready. Now speak, are you ready boy?' Yes sir. He walks me up to the swing sling and pick me up and lays me in Straps me down. Soaks a rag with poppers and straps it to my face. It's way to much, my head is spinning then this guy walks up. Thick dripping cock. Tears the rag from my face as im begging him to fuck me. He smiles and with no hesitation slide his cock in balls deep. I give out a yelp!! And he puts his hand in my mouth. And pounds away. I'm crying and moaning but in pleasure. I then feel his fingers enter my hole with his dick and he scratches my insides. "Mmm nice I love seeing boy hole smearing pink streaks on my cock. You want this load boy bear it comes! Smack Smack Smack!! Growl grrrrr. Mmmmm He pulls out and says , good boy, now I was soft on you. Wait til tank comes in. But first hears a lil treat for you. He gave me a sip of water which wasn't just water and then a puff of a piece around his neck. "TANK, COME STRETCH OUT HIS HOLE. MARK IS AFTER YOU." GET ready conner boy. This is just the beginning. Hahaha ----to be continued----

Just come back from the first afternoon cruise of the year at Armley Mills, Leeds. This time of year it can be a bit hit and miss, but as the weather gets warmer, it starts to fire up. What I like to do is head down the canal on my bike for an hour, stop at Armley Mills for a cruise then head home. If it’s warm, I’ll usually wear shorts, go commando, and go shirtless. Today, not quite warm enough for that so I wore hoodie with no shirt, so I could unzip it and show off the body when cruising. Anything to draw guys in 😉 When I’m there, it’s open season on me as far as I’m concerned. Age range 18 to 70, I don’t give a crap. Just I want cock, in my mouth or ass, and some loads. Today was a success at both ends. The first guy had a few tats, which I like, but he was a bit cagey, eyeing me up, walking past, walking back. I said hi a couple of times, but he seemed nervous. Then he seemed to come to a decision and walked off. A few minutes later, a message from a blank Grindr profile: “You the guy with the bike?” Yes (I mean I have very clear pics, but ok) you the guy with the tats? “Yeah. Not into fucking. Just up to get sucked.” Ok I can do that (my profile title is ‘Cum in my Ass’ with emojis), come back and I’ll make you cum. Sure enough back he comes, and we head to a leafy secluded area when I get down on my knees and give him head. Right now every time I’m giving head I’m seeing it as an opportunity to hone my deep throat skills, so I pretty quickly place his hands on my head and give him control for skullfuck. Five minutes later, I can taste the precum and he pretty quickly shoots down my throat, zips up, walks off without another word. I call back thanks to him once I’ve swallowed, but he’s done with me. As it should be. Not much happens for a bit, although there is a bareback top who turns up. I know he’s BB top because his Grindr profile says so. I wander over, we chat, but he’s obviously biding his time, enjoying his vape and seeing who’s about. Answer: no one aside from me and one other guy who’s interested in neither of us. Anyway after about half an hour, the BB top wanders to the back of the cruising area and I follow. I find him cock out jacking off so I head up, pop my bike against the railings and get down to suck him. He seems to understand I’ll be up for a skullfuck, but he’s gentler than the last guy. His rhythm is a bit more slide in and out, but once again I take his cock into my throat until I taste precum. I pull back, look up, and he makes a turn-around signal with his hand. Don’t have to tell me twice. Spit for lube and I’m ready. He shoves inside me. And fuck, for some reason I’m tight today – good for him but it hurts a bit. Now, if this was a sauna I’d say, pull out and let me take a minute to breathe, but in a cruising area? No way. I just breathe while he’s fucking me, facing out from the railings. I love this. He’s keeping an eye out, while I’m one hand gripped on a low-lying tree branch, and the other hand on the floor. Practically on all fours taking his cock like an animal. He starts tog rip my hips and thrust a bit. This is good: he might be close, and my breathing has loosened everything so that I’m enjoying the fuck. I pray the silent prayer of cumsluts everywhere: cum in me cum in me cum in me 😉 Sure enough after about five minutes, the thrusting becomes urgent and he releases a massive load into me. I grip his ass behind me for a bit to ensure he’s fucking the load into me, and then he’s done. Another one who just zips up and walks away, but not before I say thanks. “You’re welcome,” he replies. As it should be. I grab my bike and call it a day. A good day. I ride home on a wave of jizzjoy, riding no-handed, hands behind my head, smiling and feeling FUCKING GOOD!

Something had given way inside Mike that afternoon. He knew it as soon as he left Wolf’s place. He wasn’t the same. It wasn’t just that, even in his post orgasm clarity he’d allowed Wolf to shove a big heavy plug inside his stretched-out hole. It wasn’t how horny that plug had made him as he walked home. It was that the little voice telling him to be ashamed or upset about what he’d just done was gone. It didn’t rear its head once. Crashing into his apartment and stripping off his clothes he felt proud of himself. Proud in a way he couldn’t ever remember having been before. He lay on his bed, still plugged, waiting for the voice to come back and tell him this wasn’t what good college boys did. It stayed silent. It stayed silent because he understood that he wasn’t a good college boy, he was a slut. He was a pig. He was a beta pup. He was a cumdump. He was a faggot. He craved cock. He craved loads. He craved having his hole stretched to the limits. He pulled at the plug in his hole, feeling the stretch as his hole opened to allow its girth to pop in and out of him. He’d made a discovery about himself and there was no going back. A few days ago he’d tried to pretend like he didn’t want this, like he could just forget it had ever happened. He knew now that was impossible. He’d felt the bliss of being used by men and there was no going back. He craved that bliss now. He was addicted to it. “Thank you for sending me to Mr. Wolf’s Sir.” Mike texted Sir as he squatted on the plug on his bedroom floor. “It was amazing.” “I’m glad you had a good time boy. I hope you made me proud and earned his load.” “He sent me home with a big fat plug inside me to keep his load from leaking out of my loose pussy!” “Good boy! I knew you’d be able to take his first knot.” “Thank you Sir! He said that made me his beta pup and him my Alpha. I hope that’s ok with you Sir!” “That’s why I sent you there boy. Not just to get your hole bred. You could have found raw cock on your own. I sent you to Wolf so he’d stretch you out and help you understand your place more. You liked submitting to him didn’t you? Being his beta?” “Yes Sir! Not as much as being your boy… but it was fucking hot! That knot felt so good in my pussy.” “You’re bouncing on that plug he sent you home with aren’t you?” “Yes Sir!” “Show me!” Mike shifted so he was squatting in front of the mirror, and filmed himself riding the plug. Now that he could see its fat girth sliding in and out of his hole he was amazed he could take it so easily. “Holy shit!” Sir replied to the video. “He really did open you up. How do you feel now that your college boy hole’s been made into a real sloppy fag pussy?” “AMAZING! Sir! Honestly. I can’t thank you enough for sending me there.” “Damn, after he fucked the cum out of you I expected you to retreat for a day or two… feeling guilty about begging to be used again, but you don’t do you? You don’t feel guilty at all boy?” “No Sir. I feel… I feel fucking hot. I can’t believe how good I feel.” “You think your pussy can take another fucking?” “Yes Sir!” “Then come over here, and don’t plan on going back home tonight. I’m going to use my boy’s pussy good.” Mike rushed over to Sir’s house. Sir took him to the second bedroom, a room Mike hadn’t seen before. It was almost exactly like Wolf’s playroom, except not only did it have a sling but also a fuck bench, a rubber covered bed and wall restraints. Mike was stripped naked, his hair cut short and a thin chain with a little lock put a round his neck. Twenty minutes after he arrived his floppy college boy hair had been cut into a crew cut, he’d been collared and he was squatting over the plug Wolf had stuffed in him while gobbling down Sir’s perfect cock. Mike didn’t go home that night. In fact it was two days before he went home. While all the rest of his friends had spent the weekend partying and trying to get laid Mike had spent the weekend in nothing but a revealing jockstrap getting used over and over. Half way through Sunday Sir dropped Mike back off at Wolf’s to take what he called Wolf’s second knot. Mike had spent the rest of the afternoon ass up on the floor as his Alpha worked an even bigger wolf cock into his hole. He’d whimpered as the knot finally sunk deep inside him. On Monday his new collar drew a little attention from the guys at the gym but not one said anything. It seemed like Brad was avoiding him till the end of their workout when Brad texted Mike “Meet me in the bathroom in 10.” Mike found Brad naked and hard when he opened the door to the single occupancy bathroom a few minutes later. “Christy fucking cock blocked me all weekend. I’m horny as shit and need a mouth to fuck.” Mike was on his knees in a flash. Brad was rough this time, bashing his cock into Mike’s mouth. It was like he was taking all his anger at Christy out on Mike’s mouth. Mike didn’t care though. He coughed and spluttered chocking down his friend’s cock. He was in pig heaven. When Brad finally worked out what he needed to and started to fire thick ropes of cum into Mikes mouth, Mike just smiled and swallowed it down. “Fuck… um… thanks man. I needed that.” “Any time,” Mike said, wiping his mouth. “Look, don’t tell anyone about this ok?” “Sure… but… well… tell anyone you want.” “What?” “Tell anyone you want. I love sucking your straight boy dick. If anyone else you know needs an easy mouth or… or hole to fuck, send them my way.” “Shit… you’re serious.” “Damn right I am.” “Well… yeah… ok. I’ll do that.” That night, the first night Mike had spent in his own bed in days, he got a text from another one of his soccer teammates. “Hey… weird question, but Brad said that you might be able to help me out with a problem,” it read. “Yeah!” Mike replied. “Why don’t you come over. I’ll help you out with whatever you need.” An hour later Mike was on his hands and knees while his teammate, his eyes closed tight, pounded his hole. “Fuck, take my cock you fucking slut. Fuck yeah. You like my cock don’t you. You’re a cock loving slut! Fuck yes!” He panted. Mike knew better than to respond. He knew his friend was pretending he was a girl and he didn’t want to break the illusion. It didn’t matter. In the end he still got a hot load pumped into his guts. “Thanks… uh… you know… don’t tell anybody. I’m not gay.” His friend said after he’d gotten dressed and was standing at the door. Mike smiled reassuringly and said the same thing he’d told Brad. “I’m not going to tell anyone, but you can tell whoever you like.” Stunned by his boy’s decent into cock whoring that weekend Sir got Mike on his knees again and shaved his head, making him look like a real proper sub. He’d also gotten Mike a bigger chain and more robust collar, marking him as owned. He told Mike that Good Boys don’t just take the loads of other men, they take whatever men want to give them. That night for the first time Mike swallowed Sir’s piss, and he loved it. A couple of days after that Mike told Sir he wanted to get his nipples pierced. They’d gone right away. The end of the following weekend Sir brought out a little black caged and locked Mike’s cock away. There would be no hiding that he was a sub in the locker room now. Some of the guys noticed, most chose to just pretend they hadn’t seen anything. A couple however suddenly saw their friend in a new light. That afternoon he ended up sucking off two more of his teammates almost one right after the other, and then was summoned to the team captain’s place where he was bent over the bed and fucked. “Take my load faggot,” the team captain said as he pumped his cock into Mike’s willing hole. Hearing what had happened Sir knew it was time. It was time to put Mike through his final test. To really break his mind once and for all. He’d given himself over to being a slut. He’d get fucked by guys he thought were attractive at the drop of a hat, but to really be a good sub Sir needed him to be willing to give it up to anyone. So that Saturday night he drove Mike to the bathhouse, stripped him naked, and blind folded him in the locker room. Then he’d walked his toy through the halls, showing him off as they went. He’d strapped Mike down in the sling and stood back to watch. Man after man had used his boy. He’d thought maybe Mike would tap out after a couple, but each mystery cock seemed to make him hornier. “Breed me! Please! Seed my hole! Breed my pussy! Fuck this cunt!” He’d shouted. Sir pressed his hand forward, feeling his boy’s hole slowly spread around his knuckles. After all the abuse he’d taken the boy’s body barely resisted the new invasion. Mike groaned as his cunt was opened wide to accommodate Sir’s big hand. Slowly it was pushed forward till after one moment of wild stretching it was sucked in side. Mike panted. He grilled stupidly. “Good Boy, good boy.” Sir cooed. “Is that you Sir?” “Yes boy. Its me, and it’s my fist inside your cunt right now.” “Oh fuck!” Mike moaned. With his free hand Sir reached forward and took off Mike’s blind fold. The boy blinked confusedly for a moment before his eyes focused on his Sir’s face. “I’m so proud of you boy. You did so well.” “Thank you Sir! Thank you for this! It was so hot! I don’t even know how many men fucked me. I’m just a hole Sir.” “That’s right boy you are. You’re just a cumdump. A faggot. My fucking faggot hole.” “Yes Sir.” “This is my cunt,” he flexed his fist inside Mikes hole. The boy groaned, “Even after twenty other men have bred it its still mine.” “Twenty?!” “That’s right boy. You’ve got twenty loads from twenty different guys in your guts right now. You’re a real cumdump now. A no loads refused slut.” He pulled his hand out till the widest point and then slid it back in. Mike whimpered. “You’re a fucking faggot.” “I’m a fucking faggot.” “Good Boy.” Sir said, and slipped his hand from Mike’s hole. “No! It felts so good! Sir please!” Sir stepped up and slammed his cock in Mike’s ruined hole. “Don’t worry boy. You’re going to get one last load in this cunt before I take you home.” “Oh thank you Sir. Thank you.” “And one more thing.” Sir reached into the pocket of his leather vest and pulled something out. A thick leather collar with a D ring at the front. He bent forward, his cock forced deep into Mike’s guts, and passed it around the boy’s neck. He did the clasp up and turned it so the ring was facing the front. Then he took out a rectangular dog tag. He held it up for Mike to see. “What does it say boy?” “Property of Sir Jake.” Mike replied breathlessly. “That’s right. You passed the last test. There’s no going back. You’ve been corrupted into the perfect faggot sub, and I’m laying claim to you. Now everyone who fucks you knows that even though they are free to use your sweet cunt, you belong to me.” “Thank you, Sir. Thank you.” Sir clipped the tag to Mike’s collar. “Now, take my fucking load faggot.” THE END

It was another one of those annoying highway drives after a meeting. I'd gotten up early, and the day itself had been quite exhausting. I was slowly starting to feel a bit tired; it was still a long way to go until home. A bit lost in thought, I thought about my first sexual experiences with Peter, the chance date in the park... My concentration was gone. On a whim, I pulled over to the next rest stop. It was typically German, with the charm of the 80s or 90s, uninviting, and certainly significantly overpriced. I parked my car quite close to the restaurant and entered. I was greeted by the smell of old French fry grease and coffee; otherwise, it was rather "rustic." Not exactly inviting. No matter. I just wanted to take a short break before moving on. A coffee and then on home, where a comfortable couch and my girlfriend would be waiting for me. No sooner said than done. Minutes later, I was sitting alone at a table with my coffee. There was only moderate activity around me: a few couples, a few families, and the occasional single woman or man. Everyone seemed to be in their own world, some of them clearly irritated or stressed. At 36 years old and with a bit of a belly at 175 cm, alone and without a business attire, I didn't really fit in with the current clientele. But no matter, it was only a short break, and no one was really interested in me. I drank a coffee, looked around a bit, checked a few emails, and read 2-3 short articles, and then headed out. Shortly before leaving the restaurant, I decided to stop by the restrooms. Coffee, as we all know, is a powerful stimulant. A quick two flights of stairs, and then I found myself in front of the usual turnstile. I rummaged through my wallet to find the right amount of money. Inside, there was practically nothing going on; I stood alone in front of the urinal. At least they had put a little more effort into the design and cleanliness here. With a little light background noise, I let the stream flow freely. I initially ignored a man standing next to me, only when my pressure eased a bit did I look aside, embarrassed. I guessed he was in his early to mid-50s; he had a noticeable belly, which was hidden in a checked shirt and jeans. Not the kind of person who would raise questions about sympathy or desire. My glance wasn't surreptitious enough, or perhaps we had different intentions. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man next to me comfortably holding his not exactly slender cock. At first glance, it wasn't stiff, but it was already slightly thicker and firmer. I must have been careless, because at some point the man next to me looked directly at me. Out of sheer curiosity, I stopped without relieving myself or putting my penis away. On top of that, the whole thing hadn't left me completely unmoved, which I only now realized. I heard a distinct cough. As I deliberately looked over, our eyes met briefly. Then I noticed the other guy openly jerking his cock; it was now significantly larger and slightly wet. I was captivated by the sight, my cock reacting immediately. The guy next to me looked around briefly for reassurance, then turned to me. He presented me with his hard, dripping cock without any fear. I deliberately looked over, and somehow, a furtive glance from me... We were still alone. I bent down a little, freed the head of my cock, and licked it briefly. What I tasted was hot, and probably not just for me. I was grabbed with both hands and the cock was pushed further into my mouth. It was a bit dangerous, yet also hot. I licked and tasted the cock briefly before it was taken away from me. I looked at the guy, who in turn briefly looked me over. "I have my truck parked around the corner. If you want to?!" he said to me in a dark voice. He played with his cock seductively. My mind shut down. I didn't need to say anything.

Part IX: Nico’s POV Moses and I pass the pipe back and forth. Slow. Still. Satisfied. Moses takes a hit—deep, slow. Holds it. Exhales a long stream of smoke toward the ceiling, like it means something. Like it seals something. “He didn’t move,” he says, eyes locked on Cole. I take the pipe from him. Torch it. Inhale until it burns. “Didn’t have to.” I exhale toward the rug. “He’s not supposed to.” Cole’s body glows in the low light. Still bent. Still leaking. Still open like a wound. Moses watches him—eyes sharp, amused. “You think he knows what we did to him?” “I think he wanted not to.” I pass the pipe back. Moses hits it again, deeper this time. “Think we went too far?” I glance at him. Let the silence hang. “Do you feel bad?” He exhales with a snort. Shakes his head. “Fuck no.” Then he laughs—low and mean. “I feel great.” His smile is real now. Not soft. Not reflective. Just pure satisfaction. “He wanted to be used,” he adds, voice flat. “So we used him.” I reach for the pipe. “You think he knows how wrecked he is?” Moses shrugs. “Maybe. Not sure it matters anymore.” We both look at him. Cole. Bent over like a discarded offering. Cum still dripping from his hole, drying on his thighs. The rug beneath him soaked and shining. Moses grins. “We made him into something better.” I nod slowly. Torch the bowl again. Hold it. Let the heat settle in my chest. But the pressure in my gut keeps climbing. I shift. “Shit,” I mutter, stretching my back. “I gotta piss.” I turn toward the hallway on instinct. But Moses—gaze still fixed on Cole—doesn’t even blink. “Don’t waste it,” he says. I pause. “What?” He tilts his head toward Cole. “Do it in him.” My cock twitches. This isn’t sex anymore. It’s a rite. I step between Cole’s legs again. Kneel. His hole’s still open, still glossy, still leaking. I press two fingers in—slow, casual. His body takes them like it’s second nature. “You hear that, tiny?” I murmur. “You’re not done yet.” He moans. Barely. Just a sound. No words. Maybe no awareness. Doesn’t matter. I guide my cock back to him. Tip first. Then deeper. The slide is smooth. Too easy. He doesn’t flinch. I settle all the way in. And I let go. The piss hits fast—hot, almost burning—coating the inside of him, mixing with cum already filling him to the edge. My whole body slackens as it pours out of me, long and steady. The sound is obscene. Wet. Echoing. Real. But underneath it? Something quiet. Peaceful. Moses doesn’t speak. Just watches. Pipe glowing between his fingers. “Look at him take it,” I murmur. It overflows. Trickles out around me. Soaks his thighs. Stains the rug. He stays still. Shuddering. Not from protest. But from completion. Like this is the final act he was made for. When I’m empty, I pull out slow. The gush that follows is heavy. Warm. Endless. Piss. Cum. All of it spilling back out of him in one final offering. Ruined. Perfect. Holy. ⸻ Part X: Moses’ POV Cole hasn’t moved in twenty minutes. He’s curled on the rug, knees tucked slightly in, ass still leaking, mouth parted in that perfect post-T daze. His eyes half-lidded. Glassy. Pupils wide. There’s drool on the corner of his mouth and cum drying down his thigh. We left a pipe on the table next to him. He’s close enough to reach it. He hasn’t tried. I’m on the couch. Nico’s beside me, one leg draped lazily over the armrest, packing a fresh pipe like it’s a meditative ritual. The room smells like sweat, smoke, and sex. The music’s something ambient—slow, pulsing, background filth. I glance at my phone. Notifications. Missed calls. Low balance. “I need money,” I mutter. Nico doesn’t even look up. “Yeah?” “Rent’s late. Cards are tapped. Shit’s tight.” He snorts. Finishes torching the bowl. Then: “We’ve got product.” I turn toward him. Raise an eyebrow. He nods toward the rug. “Right there.” I follow his gaze. Cole. Ruined, compliant, perfect. I look at him—really look. Hair damp. Breathing shallow. Holes loose and used and wet. “You think he’d…” I don’t even finish. Nico chuckles. “I don’t think the faggot has much of a choice.” He takes a hit. Passes it to me. I inhale. Let it fill my chest. Let the idea bloom. Selling my brother. Letting others use what we just broke in. Might’ve shocked me a few hours ago. Now? It makes sense. ⸻ The first thing we do is get him off the rug. He’s beautiful there, sure—curled and leaking, breath soft, spine loose—but rugs aren’t built for business. No lighting. No angle. No presence. Nico grabs him under the arms. I lift the legs. He doesn’t resist—just makes a little noise, like a sigh laced with want, and lets us carry him like a doll. The hallway’s dark. My bedroom is cleaner. Not by much—but enough. White sheets. Dim lamp. No clutter. We lay him down in the center of the bed, on his back, legs slightly parted. His head lolls to the side. His lips are still red. His thighs are still damp. He looks ready. But not finished. “We should dress him up a little,” Nico says. “How?” He grins. “Not like, clothes. Just… accessories. Make him look offered.” I nod. Get it immediately. I go to the drawer. Pull the basics: The collar. Black leather. Simple buckle. No tag—yet. A ball-stretcher. Heavier than it looks. One of my rings. Thick silver. I slide it onto Cole’s pinky just because. I find the wipes. We clean his thighs, wipe the cum and piss streaks, but we don’t close him up. That’s part of the pitch. He’s still dripping. Still open. The smell of sex in the room isn’t a problem—it’s marketing. Nico finishes wrapping his cock in the stretcher. Not tight. Just firm enough that it looks full, needy. “Gonna redose him?” he asks. I tilt my head. “He’s already floating, but he could float higher.” “Fuck yeah he can,” Nico says. One more dose of G, light and clean, right up inside him with a slim syringe. He moans when it slides in—his hips twitch, his hole flutters. His cock starts to rise again, half-chubbed, twitching inside the wrap. He’s ready now. Fully. Nico and I step back. Look him over. “You’d pay for that?” I ask. He smirks. “Fuck yeah I would.” Then he pulls out his phone. Starts scrolling. I sit at the edge of the bed, one hand on Cole’s thigh, thumb brushing the soft rise of his inner leg. His skin’s warm. His breath steady. His body open like a locked door pried from its hinges. Nico’s voice is casual when he speaks. “I’ve got a guy. High-roller. Buys T from me on the regular. Told me once he likes his holes trained and high during a smoke sesh.” “How fast?” “Thirty minutes. Maybe less.” He makes the call. Cole murmurs something under his breath. I lean in. “What was that?” He shifts. His voice is small. Slurred. Faint. “Wanna be good.” I smile. “You already are.” ⸻ The knock comes twenty minutes later. Two short. One long. Nico doesn’t flinch. He slides his phone into his back pocket, walks to the door like it’s nothing. I stay in the bedroom with Cole. He hasn’t moved much. Still on his back. Still open. Chest rising slow. Pupils blown. Collar snug around his neck, cock half-hard inside the stretcher. He moaned once when I brushed him gaping hole with my thumb. I hear the door open. Low voices. A deeper one—clipped, measured, not emotional. Then footsteps. The bedroom door pushes open. Nico leads the man in. Doesn’t say his name. Doesn’t need to. The client is tall, sharp-shouldered, maybe late forties. Black coat. Dark jeans. No jewelry. Pale hands. Clean nails. Not flashy—just clean. That quiet type you can’t quite read. Sadist, definitely. One of those guys who doesn’t speak much because he knows the weight of his silence does more. He walks in and looks at the bed. At Cole. Just stares. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t speak. His head tilts slightly. His nostrils flare—taking in the scent of sex and sweat and T in the air. Then he finally says: “Turn him.” His voice is soft. Nico and I move in unison. We roll Cole to his side, then onto his stomach. Arms slack. Ass in the air. His legs shift reflexively—subconsciously spreading. His hole, still slick, glistens under the lamp. The client breathes in once. Deep. Then reaches into his coat pocket. Pulls out a thick money clip. Black elastic band around a fat stack of crisp bills. No hesitation. He tosses it on the nightstand. “That should cover it.” I don’t count it. I don’t have to. He hasn’t stopped looking at Cole. I step back. Nico pulls the chair from the corner closer to the bed. We both sit—one on either side—framing the scene. The client shrugs out of his coat. He lays it across the arm of the chair without care. I pass the pipe to Nico like it’s popcorn. He lights it. Hits it. Passes it to me. I take it deep. Exhale slow. I look over at Cole. Still pliant. Still unaware of what’s coming. “Say something for our guest,” I murmur. Cole stirs. “Thank you for coming,” he slurs. The client doesn’t smile. But he steps forward. Runs a hand down Cole’s back. Then he cups Cole’s ass. Spreads him. Just an inch. Just enough. “I like when they’re already used,” he says quietly. “He’s full of us,” Nico says. The client glances at him. Nods once. I take another hit. The client pulls out a small silver ring from his pocket—thin, cold, polished. Not jewelry. A tool. He hooks it around his finger and traces it down the center of Cole’s spine. Watching the goosebumps rise. Then he runs a thumb down Cole’s crack. Finds the rim. Rubs it. Pushes—not in, just pressure. Cole exhales. A long, low moan. “How much?” the client asks. “For what?” Nico replies, grinning. The client lifts his gaze. Flat. “To do what I want.” I don’t blink. “That was the deal.” He nods once. The client climbs onto the bed, not on top of Cole—beside him. Close enough to touch. Not enough to claim. He studies him. Like an object. Like a prize behind glass. “Age?” Nico answers. “Freshly 18.” “Experience?” “First night.” The client’s eyebrows twitch. Slight. Almost a smirk. But not quite. He drags a single finger down Cole’s back. Pauses just above his ass. “He been fisted?” “Not yet,” I say. “But he’s ready.” He hums. Nods slightly. Thumb presses the bruised skin of Cole’s inner thigh. “G or T?” “Both,” Nico says, handing me the pipe again. “We dosed him maybe forty minutes ago. Boofed G. Torched the T. Still floating.” The client doesn’t speak. He reaches down and gently spreads Cole again—two fingers pulling him wide, slow. My cum. Nico’s. Still there somehow. Still dripping. He watches it slide out like he’s checking engine oil. The client brushes hair from Cole’s forehead. Lifts an eyelid with his thumb. Checks his pupils. “Sedated, but responsive,” he says. He slaps Cole gently across the cheek. Cole moans. Turns his head toward the contact. “Good boy,” the client says softly. “What’s the max session time?” “Two hours uninterrupted,” Nico answers. “Aftercare?” I shrug. “Optional.” He nods. Then: “Clean his mouth. Want it ready.” I move. I take a wet rag from the drawer, fold it, wipe gently along Cole’s lips. His mouth opens slightly, pliant. I slip two fingers inside. Press down on his tongue. He moans and sucks like it’s instinct. The client watches. Silent. Cole’s mouth is clean now. Glossy with spit. Lips pink. Soft and swollen. I keep my fingers resting against his bottom lip while he breathes around them—slow, shallow, rhythmic. He takes the edge of Cole’s jaw between two fingers and tilts his head. Examining. Not admiring. “Teeth?” I slide my fingers out. Use both hands to pry his mouth open. Gently. No resistance. He blinks up at me, high and warm and good. “Say ‘ahh,’ baby.” Cole does. The sound comes out thin. The client leans in slightly, inspecting the inside of his mouth like a mechanic checking hoses. “Position?” he asks. “Dealer’s choice,” Nico says, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “He’ll bend.” “Have him ask,” he says. I raise an eyebrow. “Ask what?” “For use.” I nod once. Lean down. Palm the side of Cole’s face. “Cole,” I murmur. “Tell him what you want.” He blinks slow. The client stands, arms folded. Cole turns his head slightly, mouth heavy, voice dreamy. “Please, use me.” The client raises one eyebrow. Still doesn’t speak. Just starts to unbuckle his belt. The sound of the leather sliding free is loud in the quiet. “Bring his head to the edge of the bed” he says. I move instantly, helping Cole shift, turning his body gently, guiding him. He trembles slightly, spine slack, arms resting at his sides. He doesn’t lift his head. He doesn’t need to. The client stands in front of him now. Zipper down. Slacks open. Not out yet. He just watches Cole breathe in the scent of the fabric. Watches the shift in his posture. Like a dog recognizing his leash. Nico leans forward. “He’s not gonna gag,” he says. “But if you want him to—he’s good at that too.” The client gives the faintest nod. Then, finally: “Open.” Cole’s mouth falls open instantly. Waiting. The client doesn’t move yet. He just looks at him. Nico passes him the pipe, offering it to him. He lights the bowl. Torches it perfectly. Inhales. Exhales. No words yet. Then—without ceremony—he reaches down, slides his cock free from his briefs, and lets it rest on Cole’s lower lip. No thrust. No grab. Just contact. It’s a good size cock. Not as big as Nico’s or mine. But still uncut, and thick as a beer can. His lips close gently around the tip—not sucking, not moving—just receiving. His eyes are still low, unfocused. His tongue presses up slightly, like he’s remembering how. The client stays still. No reaction. He doesn’t thrust. He doesn’t instruct. He simply observes the connection, like a man watching a flame take hold at the end of a long fuse. Nico exhales a breath beside me. “He’s warmer inside.” The client slides forward an inch. Just the head slipping in. Cole closes his lips more firmly now. His jaw relaxes—trained. Familiar. “Tongue,” the client says. Cole obeys instantly—pressing the underside of his tongue along the client’s shaft, curling it slightly. It’s subtle. Skilled. Enough to show he knows what he is. The client hums. Approving. Then, finally, he begins to move. Each push forward is shallow. Controlled. Less about getting off and more about testing limits. Cole adapts with every inch. No gag. No flinch. His mouth accepts the invasion like he was made for it. “Did he train for this?” the client asks. “No,” I say. “Natural.” He smiles. It’s small. Tight. But it’s real. He pushes in deeper now. Cole breathes through his nose—soft little huffs. I can see the concentration on his face. The quiet submission. The joy of it, even through the haze. The client pulls back slowly, cock wet and shining. Then slaps it lightly across Cole’s cheek. One. Two. Gentle taps. “Good boy,” he says softly. Cole moans. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t need to. Then the client grips the back of Cole’s head with one hand. Doesn’t thread fingers through his hair. Doesn’t pet him. Just holds—like stabilizing a vise. He pushes in. Not gentle now. The head pops past Cole’s tongue and into the throat. The rhythm starts slow but deeper this time—intentional penetration, not oral play. Not for Cole’s pleasure. Not even for his own. Just to test endurance. Cole doesn’t gag. He moans, just barely—a little muffled sound around the shaft now pushing further with every pass. The client breathes evenly. In. Out. One hand steady at the back of Cole’s skull. The other at his side. Not using leverage. Just standing still while his cock uses the shape of Cole’s throat like a precision tool. I feel Nico lean toward me. Low voice, near my ear. “Fuck, he’s really taking it.” I don’t look at him. Just exhale slowly. “Told you he was good for it.” The client adjusts slightly. Hips closer. Now the strokes go all the way in—base of his cock pressing against Cole’s lips. Each thrust followed by a slow pullback. The sound is wet. Tight. Every few seconds, Cole lets out a tiny breath around the seal in his throat. The client starts to fuck his throat faster. Not rough—just more rhythm. More purpose. Cole’s arms stay limp at his sides. Drool slipping from the corners of his mouth between strokes. His body rocks slightly with each impact. But he doesn’t resist. He knows this is the job. The client groans quietly. Not theatrical. Just pleased. He glances down—just once—to watch Cole’s lips stretch around the base. Then pulls out. A thread of spit and pre-cum trails from Cole’s mouth to the head of his cock. He lets it fall. Slaps his cock gently across Cole’s tongue again. Left cheek. Right. Then taps the tip on his bottom lip like knocking at a door. “Fuck,” Nico whispers. “He doesn’t even flinch.” I smirk. “He knows better.” Cole licks his lips. Moans softly. Still not speaking. Still offering. The client steps back. He looks down at him—mouth hanging open, glistening with spit and slick—and then he turns to me and Nico like he’s been watching a product demo and is ready to customize the next stage. “Face down,” he says. Not to Cole. To me. I nod. Stand. Move to the bed. Grip Cole by the shoulders and slowly roll him onto his stomach—legs falling open on their own. He’s leaking again. The client turns slightly toward Nico. “I want him spread. Properly.” Nico doesn’t hesitate. He grabs each ankle and pushes them wide. Adjusts Cole’s thighs. Folds a pillow under his hips. Then takes two fingers and spreads Cole’s hole open again. Pink. Wet. Unclenched. “How’s that?” Nico asks. The client hums. “More. Make him display.” Nico leans in. Spits. Drags his thumbs wider, until the skin pulls taut and the hole gapes softly. I glance at the client. His expression is still blank. But his cock twitches. The client moves between his legs. Palms his cock. Lines it up. Pauses. “Talk while I take him,” he says. Still not looking at Cole. Looking at us. “I want to hear what you think of what you made.” Nico lets out a low breath. Smiles. “With pleasure.” The client pushes in slow. One long, controlled stroke. His cock disappears into Cole’s hole without resistance. Cole doesn’t cry out. He exhales. Soft. Ragged. Nico lights the pipe again. Inhales slow. Passes it to me without a word. I take a hit. The warm slide of T burns smooth behind my ribs. My cock’s still heavy. Hard again. But I don’t touch it. I watch. The rhythm picks up slightly—soft slaps of the client’s hips against Cole’s ass. No rush. Just depth. “You see that?” Nico murmurs. He’s crouched at the edge of the bed, near Cole’s shoulder. Watching the way Cole’s body folds around the client’s cock. “Doesn’t even fight it anymore.” “He likes it,” I reply, voice low. I lean forward. Wipe drool from Cole’s bottom lip with my thumb. “He gets high off being used.” The client thrusts deeper. Cole lets out a noise—half-moan, half-choke. Doesn’t close his mouth. Nico grins. “You think he even remembers his name anymore?” “Doesn’t matter.” I tap his cheek. Gently. “You’re not Cole right now, are you?” He twitches. Whimpers. “You’re just a hole.” The client hums under his breath. Pushes in harder. The next thrust goes deeper. I see Cole’s hands tighten into loose fists. His spine arches subtly. His mouth stays open—but now he’s panting. I cradle Cole’s jaw. Thumb resting against his tongue. “Say something, baby.” He tries. Fails. Just a wet moan. I stroke his cheek. “That’s good enough.” The client leans in now, pressing his chest over Cole’s back, one hand planted on either side of his body, fucking him harder. Brutally now. Each thrust sounds wet now. Loud. Nico takes another hit. Offers it to me. I take the pipe. Light it. Inhale. And exhale a thick cloud directly into Cole’s face. The client’s rhythm speeds up. His breath shifts. Closer now. He growls something under his breath—words we don’t catch. Then he buries himself. One long exhale. One loud growl. And we know. When he pulls out, Cole stays arched. I sit forward. Slide my hand between his legs. “You feel that?” I ask him. He shudders. “That’s three loads tonight, baby brother.” Nico steps in beside me. ”And many more to go."

Part VIII: Nico’s POV Moses pulls out slow, and I watch it all. Cole’s hole, red and open, still fluttering. Moses’ cum dripping out of it, down the backs of his thighs. Legs twitching. Back arched like he doesn’t know how to un-curve anymore. He’s fucked. Properly. But not completely. Not yet. Moses stands there, breathing heavy, cock slick, eyes locked on his brother like he just saw God bleed. Like he finally figured out how much he likes breaking pretty things. Good. He’s getting it. But he’s still holding back. Still playing like that load he dropped means the game’s over. It doesn’t. ⸻ Moses has always had a god complex. I’ve watched it swell over the years—quiet at first, then louder, heavier, consuming every room we walked into. And in a way? I built it. Fed it without him noticing. Even tonight—my hesitation, my withdrawal—was part of the plan. Every step, a nudge to push him deeper into the role he thought he owned. But it’s time to pull the mask off. I let Moses be the first to fill Cole. Because it was the right move. A gesture. An offering. And now? Now I’m about to answer the question he didn’t think to ask— What’s hotter than this? His best friend, pumping a second load into his baby brother. ⸻ I step forward. Crouch beside Cole. Drag two fingers through the slick mess Moses left between his cheeks. “You stopped too early,” I say. Moses looks at me. Not defensive. Curious. “He’s wrecked.” I smirk. Shake my head. “He’s ready.” I reach for the pipe again, load it with muscle memory—fast, clean, practiced. Moses watches. No protest this time. He gets it now. I glance at him. “Hold him open,” I say. “Let him feel what he is.” He does. Big hands, one on each side of Cole’s hole, spreading him wide again. His hole is still twitching, a little gape showing pink. Fucking obscene. Exactly how I left him the first time. Now worse. Now better. I bring the pipe to Cole’s mouth. “You with us, baby?” He moans. Doesn’t talk. That’s fine. He doesn’t need words for this part. I light it. The crystal blooms in vapor. I watch his lips part. Watch him inhale. Deep. Like he knows exactly what this is. What it means. His eyes roll back. His chest jerks. Arms trembling. There it is. That sweet, perfect surrender. I stand. Step between his legs. Look down at the wreck we made. I press the tip of my cock to that slick, used hole. He flinches, then pushes back. Begging without words. I push in. Slow. Stretching him again. He’s loose, yeah—but still tight enough that I feel it. The heat, the slick slide of Moses’ cum already inside. It coats me. Makes everything dirty in the best fucking way. I groan. “Fuck. He’s addicted to it now.” Moses says, his voice low, sharp. “He’s nothing but a faggot.” I reply. I thrust deeper. He moans under us—high and broken. I fuck him steady. Not fast. Not yet. Just enough to hear the squelch every time I sink into him. Just enough to remind him that this hole isn’t his anymore. I glance at Moses as he watches me. Really watching. Not jealous. Not territorial. Just impressed. “You feel it?” Moses asks, voice low. “How his hole grabs when you say his name?” That makes me quicken my pace. Moses leans in. Grabs Cole’s throat. Just enough to hold him. “Say thank you,” he growls. Cole tries. Chokes it out. I drive deeper. Harder. He twitches around me. Muscles spasming. Cum now pouring out of him like he’s trying to hold on to both of us and failing. Good. I shift my weight. Snap my hips harder. His body rocks forward under me. I’m close. Fucking close. “You want it again, don’t you, faggot?” I mutter. “Want me to fill you up just like your brother did.” He sobs something—yes, please, more—it doesn’t matter. I slam in deep. Balls flush. Heat rising. Chest tight. I groan through my teeth as I cum inside him, cock jerking hard, pulse after pulse shooting into the mess already inside. I hold there, pressed in deep, grinding it all into him like I want to leave a scar. Moses is staring at me the whole time. Like he’s watching art happen. When I finally pull out, Cole doesn’t even close up. He just stays open. Leaking. Breathing like he ran a fucking marathon on his knees. I drag my thumb down the center of his back. Feel the heat. “Now,” I say, voice calm, breath slowing. “He’s owned.” Moses nods once. And smiles.

Part V: Moses’ POV “Then beg, faggot.” Cole’s lips part. His throat works like he’s choking on air. Then— “Please. I want more. I… need it.” Still on his knees. Eyes glassy, staring up like I’m holding salvation. Like the pipe’s communion and I’m the fucking priest. Then an idea struck me. I set the pipe down, watching the disappointment flood Cole’s face. I nod to the floor. “Turn around. Bend over. Hands down. Arch your back.” He hesitates. Then obeys. He folds forward like he’s done this before. Like submission is muscle memory. His knees spread, arms planted, back curved—head hanging low, waiting for whatever I decide to do to him. “Look at you,” I mutter. “Fucking perfect.” I move in behind him. Crouch low. Let my hand hover—then slap his ass. Just a tease. Just to hear the sound. “Jesus,” he gasps. I smirk. “Didn’t think you had it in you.” I slap the other cheek harder—watch the skin bloom red. His hips jerk. His fingers dig into the floor. But he doesn’t move away. “That’s it. Stay just like that.” I run my hand down his spine until my thumb brushes the slick edge of his hole. Raw. Glistening. Used. He flinches. I spread him open with two fingers, just enough to see the damage done. “Nico’s a greedy fuck,” I whisper. I lean closer—not touching, just hovering. Letting the heat of my breath skim over the most wrecked part of him. “You always been like this?” I say. “All quiet and preppy at the dinner table, but the second someone opens you up—” I slap him again. Sharper. “—you turn into a fuckin’ faggot.” He twitches. Doesn’t deny it. “Still high. Still wanting more. You even know where you are?” “Yes, sir.” Voice ragged. I glance at Nico. Still leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on Cole like he’s watching a car crash in slow motion. “You call him that too?” I ask. Silence. I slap Cole again. “I asked you a question.” “No,” he gasps. “Just you.” I pause. Let that sit. Then palm his ass again. Knead it once. “Good answer, baby brother.” I flick my chin toward Nico. “Come here.” He doesn’t move at first. Then he does. “Spread his hole.” Nico crouches without a word. Uses both hands to pull Cole open, thumbs wide. I turn to grab the vial of G off the coffee table and— Empty. I click my tongue, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve got better. I stand slow. Cole’s still bent. Still twitching. Nico crouched next him, holding him open like a display. “Don’t move a fucking inch,” I say to Cole. Then to Nico—calm, cold: “Come with me.” He stands. Follows. We move down the hall, into my bedroom. The door clicks shut behind us, sealing the heat in. The tension’s different here—private. Quieter. Worse. I head straight to my dresser. Bottom drawer. Locked. Click. Open. I pull out a vial. Dark glass. No label. Stronger G. Pure. Got my bitch high off it just the other night. Instead of a dropper, I pull out two oral syringes with it. Behind me, Nico shifts his weight. That silence—the pause just before something dangerous happens. “You sure about this?” he asks. Voice flat. Not fear. Just that low-end dealer instinct, sniffing out volatility. I don’t turn. I draw the syringe full. G clean inside the barrel. Enough to tilt the night off its axis. “You saw him. He crawled to me,” I say. “Begging for it.” “You gonna dose him that heavy?” “Hell yeah. This time though? Straight up the ass. I’ve already got him in position.” That lands. He adjusts his stance. No longer cool. Just… alert. “You’re pushing it.” “Yeah?” I turn. “You gonna cry about it?” Nico’s jaw ticks. “I don’t cry. I just don’t waste good product on someone who’s gonna pass out before the fun starts.” “He’ll handle it,” I say. “Then again, so what if he doesn’t?” We lock eyes. Two wolves. And something soft, broken, and ready waiting in the other room. “You don’t think this is overkill?” I step in. Real close. Smell the sweat on him. The testosterone he tries to wear like armor. “You thinking about tapping out?” “I’m thinking this looks like obsession.” “It is.” “And you’re okay with that?” “I’m fucking hard because of it.” He glances—just once—over at the supplies on the dresser. “You gonna hit him with T too?” “Stacked,” I say as I walk back over to the dresser, putting a second syringe together. One part water. One part T. “One plunge after the other. Straight into the hole you just fucked. Straight to that faggot’s brain.” “I don’t know, Moses. That’s a big fucking dose of G.” “That’s the point.” His brow furrows. “You squeamish now, Nico?” “Fuck off.” “Nah. You flinching? After you fucked him like he belonged to you? What? You got feelings for him or something?” He squares up. “You’re playing dirty.” “So leave.” “Maybe I will.” “You won’t.” “Why not?” I press one of the syringes against his chest. Lean in. Voice low, like a secret. “Because you wanna watch me break him. You just don’t wanna admit it.” That gets him. He grabs the syringe. His mouth curls. A grin. A snarl. Right where I want him. “I already broke him.” I laugh, clicking my tongue. “You think I won’t outdo you?” “I’d like to see you try.” We hold that moment. Then I pull back, grabbing the other syringe off the dresser. “Then come watch me ruin this faggot.”

Scotty’s Tree House – part three Boy Scotty got his first sloppy hole in Daddy Paul’s Busy Sling, while Taking continuous deep hits on daddy’s pipe, As well as from Numerous pipes and bongs of daddy’s customers and his other trap house stable whores , all Working Hard to break in Scotty’s Fresh New cunthole. “Sit on daddy’s face, you dirty methed up whore,” Instructed Paul to Scotty, so he could suck out as much dirty pink colored cum out of the newly wrecked and bloodied hole. “Turn around And kiss your real daddy, bitch,” Shouted Paul to Scotty, Feeding his new boy gobs of the pink cum, Commanding him, “taste it swallow it all down your fucking throatpussy.” Scotty was so high from the first two hours of heavy clouding. And now it wad time for the six pigs to fuck their SuperCharged Chem⚡️Piss into both of Scotty’s holes. The fucked up spun up boy sluT-in-training Couldn’t get enough, Scotty moaning as pissing cocks rammed into each end of him. After another hour of heavy piss play, daddy Paul decided to ease up on his new whore, “We’re gonna take a break, hose you off, let daddy give you your Mohawk and let you lay in my master bed And show you videos on slamming. How we pigs really fly💉💪💥🚀 you fuckin spun slam pig!” You’ll always look like this from now on bitch. And tomorrow you’re gonna be getting lots of piercings and tats. I’ll be setting you up with supplies shards pipe torch bong and your own private locker room here. Nothings free bitch you will be rent paying for it For all the supplies you’re given. You’re gonna keep working that job at your gas station for a while and then afterwards you’re gonna quit that because you’ll earning more money for me here and down at the riverfront. Rest up fucker, you’re gonna get your first slam in a little while.” Paul slammed the door shut and Scotty lay wide eyed awake in dark, Stroking his cock thinking nothing of getting fucked by more dirty pigs, taking their bugged up cum and piss down his eager throatcunt and up his hungry asspussy The screen in Daddy Paul’s bedroom played endless group slam videos, pubic toilet and cruise forest slam fucking and even Scotty Getting group sling fucked and piss fucked earlier. Scotty fuckkin loved what he saw! Crystal time goes quicker than weed time, So daylight was already showing through daddy Paul’s window, as Paul and two buddies entered the room, hauled Scotty out of bed and into the sling. “Your daddy likes to slam a .4 that’s what I’m gonna start you off with. I want to start you strong so you’ll handle it better next time. After you feel the needle in you you’re gonna want to cough you’ll feel a big heat rush race up toward your head, so raise your arm and cough and it’s blastoff time, bitch!” First Time Slam 💉Scotty coughed like a true pig and was 💥🚀in orbiT End of Part 3

He briefly wrapped his cock, which was clearly visible in his pants. Then he washed his hands and disappeared outside. I did the same and followed him. Outside, we walked a bit until we reached his truck. He opened it, and we both disappeared into the cab. As soon as we were inside, he grabbed me, started kissing me, and pushed his tongue into my mouth. The kiss quickly became more dominant, and he freed his cock from his pants. Then he pulled his tongue out of my mouth, spat on me, and licked my face before slowly but firmly pushing me down. No words were needed; in the most comfortable position possible, I began to explore his cock with my tongue. First, I licked the shaft, then the balls. I took them one by one into my mouth, which made him moan. His grip around my throat showed me that he wanted more. He guided me to his cock, and I licked his horny, bulging head. It was a horny, big cock with truly delicious juice. Both of these things encouraged me to take it all the way into my mouth. I pleasured his cock with my mouth and tongue, faster and faster, harder, and more intensely. It made a smacking sound. It turned him on, too; he kept playing with his nipples and moaning, visibly for me. Every now and then, he stroked my head and praised me for the horny action, or even pushed his cock into my mouth. My pants were stretching, my cock was incredibly hard and wet. He begged to be released. But I couldn't really get close. I heard a brief, heavier moan as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He picked me up again, reached under my shirt, and kneaded my nipples, which made me tremble, then took it off. I looked deep into his eyes as he unzipped my pants and pulled them down with a yank. The friction of my cock as he released it made me moan. I had hopes for a hot fuck, which he emphasized by pushing me backward. He quickly took off my shoes and then immediately my pants and underwear. I lay naked in front of him. He briefly licked my nipples, then my cock. I flinched and moaned. He then pulled me up briefly, only to have me lie on my stomach right on the bunk. He spread my legs and cheeks, and spat on my hole. Again and again. Then a distinct, smacking slap on my slightly open hole. I moaned again, and he repeated it again. Then he pushed his thumb into my hole. When he noticed that I was still quite tight, he laughed slightly. "You'll always remember this day," he said with a grin.

Part VII: Moses’ POV “Fuuuuck yeah baby brother. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He told me to take him. So I did. Buried to the root now—inside my baby brother, inside this filthy little body that used to be polite and clean and untouchable. Not anymore. Now he’s just skin and heat and G sweat and open hole. His back is arched just how I told him. Ass high. Face low. Moaning like a whore at a party with no name. He takes me perfectly. Tight, but not resisting. Like his body was waiting for this. I grip his hips. Hard. Just to hear the little gasp he makes when I dig in. Behind me, Nico’s silent. I don’t have to look to know he’s watching—cock probably half-hard, pride trying to keep it down. He should’ve known I’d take it from him. That’s what I do. I fuck better. I fuck meaner. I own what he thought he was borrowing. I drag my hips back. Slow. Then slam forward. One long stroke that makes Cole choke on a sound. Again. He whimpers. Again. He moans. “Listen to yourself,” I growl, leaning in, mouth close to his ear. “You were fucking born for this.” Another thrust. Deeper. Sharp. His ass swallows me whole. “Used to sit there at the table, legs crossed, manners perfect.” I reach forward and grab a fistful of his hair, forcing his head up. “Now look at you.” I slam into him again. “Drooling on the rug.” Another. “Split open.” Another. “Faggot little hole twitching like it wants to get bred.” He sobs something into the floor. I don’t care what it is. “You wanna cum from this?” I ask. “You wanna shoot all over yourself while your big brother breaks you in?” He whimpers. Nods. “Say it.” His voice is raw. “Yes, sir—please—I wanna cum—wanna come while you—” he cuts off with a cry when I slam in again. “While I what?” “While you fuck me—while you ruin me.” That’s better. I glance over my shoulder. Nico’s still there. Leaning against the wall. Watching with that tight jaw like he’s still deciding whether this counts as a betrayal or a blessing. “Strip,” I say, without turning. Silence. “Now.” I hear the rustle of fabric. A belt buckle. A zipper. His shoes hit the floor. Good. I grip Cole’s hair tighter, forcing his back to arch harder. His hole clenches around me, fluttering like it’s close. Not yet. “Come here.” Nico steps closer. I guide him with a gesture. He kneels. Same place he was before. Right next to Cole. In front of me. He won’t look me in the eye. Fine. “Open him up again.” His hands obey before his mind catches up. Thumbs spreading Cole’s hole wide around my cock. The stretch makes Cole whimper again—louder this time. “Good boy,” I murmur—not to Cole. To Nico. He flinches. I slow my thrusts, grinding deep, keeping Cole right on the edge. “Say something to him,” I say to Nico. “Tell him what he is.” He hesitates. So I slap Cole’s ass hard enough to make his hips jolt. “Now.” Nico swallows. Then, low: “You’re a faggot, Cole.” Cole moans. “You’re a dirty little faggot who got his brother to ruin him.” He moans louder. I nod. “Again.” Nico leans closer. “You wanted this. You planned this. Got me to fuck you, got Moses to claim you.” I thrust into him harder—once, twice—just to hear him gasp under the words. “Say it, Cole,” I snarl. “Tell us what you are.” His voice is broken glass. “I’m a faggot. I’m yours. I’m—fuck—I’m a fucktoy—please, I’m gonna cum—” “Not yet.” I bend over and wrap a hand around his throat. Just enough pressure to pause his breath. Hold him there. He shudders. Nico’s still staring. I can see it in his eyes now—jealousy, hunger. The kind that eats at a man when he realizes he’s not the apex anymore. I lock eyes with him. “You miss this hole?” He doesn’t answer. “You want it back?” Still nothing. “Too bad,” I whisper. “This faggot’s mine now.” Then I slam into Cole and don’t stop. The rug muffles the sound of skin on skin. Cole’s breath breaks into sobs—pleasure and drugs and overstimulation ripping him apart. I fuck him through all of it. Faster. Deeper. Nico’s still kneeling. Still watching. And when Cole finally cums—shaking, screaming, shooting mess all over the rug—I don’t let up. Because this isn’t about his orgasm. This is about mine. And I always take what’s mine.

Prologue -James I walked into my boss, Anthony’s, office where he stood over his desk. He was a few years older than me but I doubt he was past his mid thirties. He was about my height at 5’8 but had a slightly thicker frame. He had his brown hair cut short and a thick beard covering most of his face. He wore the standard blue suit with a black dress shirt he wore almost everyday. “Good, you’re here” he said as I sat down in front of his desk. “I have urgent business that I need you to fly out and take care of.” “Fly where sir” I asked somewhat surprised as travel had never been mentioned in my job before. “ northern Maine” he responded “ we have a client there who is willing to make a massive donation, over 20 pieces, but wants one of us there to make sure they make it here safe.” I had not expected travel to be involved in working for a nonprofit art museum but I was scared to refuse as this job paid surprisingly well and I had only just started. “I’m sorry sir but I just got married and I hadn’t expected travel to be a part of this position” I said hesitantly. “Oh of course I understand which is why we’ll be covering all your expenses and paying you double time for the duration of the trip. I am sorry to your new bride but this trip shouldn’t be more than a few days.” Anthony said reassureidly “Well if you’re offering all of that Ill have to accept, when would I leave” I asked surprised by the amount I’d be making to babysit paintings “Right now, we have a car downstairs to take you to LAX, and a bag with some clothes and other essentials.” He said walking around the desk and towards the door gesturing me to follow. “Wait I thought I’d have time to discuss it with my wife first.” I said hurriedly standing up to follow him out “Oh no this has to be done now, don’t worry I’m sure your wife will understand.” He said walking us towards the elevator. “You can call her from the car if you’re worried” he added as we stepped out of the elevator towards the car. “Um ok I guess I’ll go then” I said timidly. “Atta boy” Anthony said before hugging me goodbye. As I sat in the car I tried to call my wife but it went to voicemail. I left her a message explaining where I was going as I walked into LAX and checked my bag. -Anthony “ yes master he’s on his way and he’s perfect for you, just your type and prime for corruption.” I spoke into the phone between moans as I rode a massive dildo. “ good I’m glad to hear you’ll soon have another brother” master spoke through the phone as I twisted my pierced nipple encircled by a bright red biohazard tattoo “ I can’t wait master” I said before he hung up. I remembered my first time meeting master and slammed my cunt onto the massive rubber cock even more vigorously to the thought before I felt myself orgasm, toxic cum shooting out of my caged cock.

In Las Vegas on business (right!). Scanned the rent boys to get exactly what I wanted ... a very handsome 20-something black top with a nice thick cock. I'm kinda new at hiring escorts but this guy was a sweetheart, and sure could fuck. When I took what I thought was his first load he admitted that he had cum inside me about 5 minutes into our encounter...no wonder there was liquid rolling down my thighs! His second load was creamy and scrumptious, although it was a mix of load 1 and load 2, with him providing the mixing. He ate his jizz out of my ass and kissed me with a mouth full of his cum, which turned him on enough to throw me on my back and pound a third load into me. Suddenly our hour was up, and my wallet was a few hundred dollars lighter, but my hole got what it needed. The smell of a black man's sweaty musky taint is like no other. I made sure to rub my beard all over his crotch so I could smell and taste him more after he was gone.

Scotty’s Tree House – part five. Newbee Junkie in Training, Scotty, flyin 🚀 high from his first night ever on crystal, took about a dozen loads just from the walk in foot traffic from Daddy Paul’s postings on the bare back fuck sites, and daddy made sure his new Star Whore would be up for at least three nights in a row, building repeat biz for The Stable, as Daddy Paul always kept the contribution bowl in the the faces of any traveling faggots who otherwise would skip out without forking up some cash or shard For the hot gang action and pure volume of manholes and cocks available in his warm and dry Fucktrap house compared to the often chilly soggy unpredictable bagging cock or hole on the riverfront cruise, Daddy Paul’s contribution bowl usually worked well at snagging new buyers. Paul knew that tomorrow he would be dragging his new junkie sluT boy out to his cousin Tina, who shared her lab, ah Trailer, with her meth cookin jinx of a boyfriend, Max, aka The Crystal Wizard. To Paul, Max, whom county sheriff raids, hone fire insurance cancellations and charbroiled trailers seemed always in tow, hillbilly love must be fuckin blind. But, you couldn’t pass up any of his delicious shard. The shiT was slamsluTstrong, often believed the strongest west of the Mississippi making Tina and Max take any risks dealing it. Once tried, You’d never like tweakin with anything else and The Wiz could deliver on any size order. The trailer park hillbilly faggots always go baTshit crazy using it. So Daddy Paul, in showcasing his new NasTypig soon to be sweat stinking torn crotch jeans shoeless Scotty Whore at the city riverfront picnic tables tonight, and insuring his first ever earlier ( .4) slam wasn’t giving out, advanced his junkiesluT a couple balls of Mad Max’s Special Select Ice. “You gonna like this sTrong shiT, boy, It’s going to keep you flyin and we might even slam up later at the picnic table. You’ll be putting in three nights in a row for me tonight here, tomorrow at my cousin Tina’s trailer Where we’re going to work the cruise woods lotZa hoT dirty trailer trash loads out there. They’ll pay you for sone of this shard. Before we go tomorrow I want my $160 I know you got it hidden in that tree house. Daddy don’t give this top shelf shit away. And after tomorrow night we get back here You gonna work my sling and master bed”. Scotty, all tweaked up, wide eyed pupils as big as saucers, asked, What about my folks?’”Daddy Paul snapped back, “FUCK ‘EM. You got shit to earn at those picnic tables! Let’s go Scotty dirty slamFuckwhore! Your dirty fuck holes are property of me And our dirty paying customers!

@gingerdaddyG If it ain't sleazy, it will never go in easy. 😉 @nymidtowneast Thanks. I'm glad you are really enjoying the updates. @KinkyTallBottom I try. It just takes practice, patience, and a willingness to just put it out there. Which works for a lot of other things 😉 @pozpopperpig I try. Always open to hearing what people want to see next though. @Medwaym It really wouldn't be one of my stories without it. 😛 @curiousaboutbb Thanks! @Bayareabbcub It will get quite perverted... I hope you enjoy where I take it. 🙂 Sorry about the delay everyone. Was in the hospital last week for a medical scare. Nothing too serious, just a job hazard with my day job and getting sick/exposed to some fun germs. Feeling better now and back to work, and finally feeling up to popping out another chapter. Tried to make this one a little longer since it was delayed. I hope you all enjoy, and as always, please feel free to comment and make suggestions. Never know what might make it into a story. 😉 ---------- Lesson 6- Fluid Dynamics: An Introduction Throughout the week, I kept to the schedule. Waking up, waiting for everyone to leave, having a cigar in the backyard or woods along with a wank while smoking. After lunch, having a second cigar, shooting a second load. And at night, after everyone went to bed, walking in the park, looking for action while finishing up my third cigar of the day. Sadly, nothing had happened like that first night, other than one night hiding behind a tree and jerking myself off after catching a random couple blowing each other in the woods. Each day, I would be greeted with texts of encouragement from Mike and Greg, telling me how hot I looked smoking the cigar, telling me to keep inhaling the thick smoke deep, and as the week came closer to an end, and the cigar supply began to dwindle, hints of how I was going to get a good lesson soon, and earn the loads I’d be getting in my guts. I began to find myself looking forward to and enjoying the feeling of lighting up and smoking the thick cigar, enjoying the taste and beginning to play with the smoke. I also found myself getting more and more turned on at watching bareback porn, going out of my way to pay close attention to any videos with guys with biohazard or scorpion tattoos. I imagined myself on the receiving end, getting a large load in my ass, and each time would end up shooting a massive load all over my chest or face. Finally, the final day arrived, and as before I started my day out in the woods smoking the second to last cigar. Almost like clockwork, I got a message from both Mike and Greg, as per usual encouraging my smoking. However, this time Mike sent an additional message. No cumming today, boy, Mike’s message read. Daddy and I have plans and we want you nice and horny tonight, Greg sent immediately after. Nodding to myself, I slowly played with my dick through my gym shorts, edging myself as I slowly sucked down the cigar, and after a while finally smoked the cigar down to a nub. Crushing it under my shoe, I slowly made my way back the house, before walking back in through the back door. I jumped as the doorbell rang out in the quiet house. Postal carrier? Maybe a neighbor? I thought to myself, hoping for the former as thoughts of me having been caught smoking by a neighbor some how made me nervous. “Just a minute!” I yelled out loud, taking a sniff of my shirt before realizing I probably smelled strongly of the cigar smoke. Pulling the shirt off, I ran into the laundry room, thankfully just off of our kitchen, and hurriedly stripped the smokey shirt off and tossed it in the washer before pulling out a shirt in the dryer. The doorbell rang again, and I rushed over, pulling open the door. I was shocked however, as it was neither of my guesses but instead Marcus, Jen’s fiancé, standing at the front door, wearing a neat polo shirt and khaki pants. “Oh…. Um… hi?” I said dumbly, unsure as to why he would be standing here at my parent’s house, “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” Letting out an exasperated sigh, Marcus gestured towards the inside of the house. “Mind if I come in? Hot as hell out here already,” Marcus replied. I silently moved back and let him in, following him as he went to the living room, pulling at his shirt in an effort to cool himself down. “So, I just want to start by saying I was totally against forcing this on you, but you know your sister…” he began, taking a seat on the couch and gesturing to one of the chairs in the den, “Jen… is freaking out about the wedding again, and she sent me out to… well… force you to go shopping. I’m not allowed to come back home until I literally have the receipts.” I blinked before pinching the bridge of my nose. Part of me felt bad, one for forgetting to get the tux shopping done as I promised, and the other part annoyed at just how overbearing my sister, who before this year barely acted like I barely existed, was becoming. “Look, I know I forgot, but…” I said, groaning. “Hey, look. I’ll take you to lunch. I feel like I know so little about you, and seeing as we’re going to be family, I probably should at least get to know you,” Marcus said, holding his hands up in defense, “I promise the tux won’t take that long. There’s a great place to eat down the street. Lunch is my treat.” Letting out a sigh, I just nodded. I felt bad for him, knowing how my sister would get growing up when she didn’t get her way. The tantrums she would throw were literally epic. She really did have a way of getting things she wanted. “Yeah, fine,” I said, resigned, “Just let me change and shower real quick?” “Sure man,” he said, smiling, “Take all the time you want.” I felt my dick slowly start to grow in my pants. I quickly left the room, before running up stairs and hopping under the cold spray of the shower embarrassed to have gotten a hard on from quite literally my soon to be brother in law. ——— I made quick work of showering, getting dressed, and soon enough, we had left my house and were getting the tux. After a quick round of measurements, we soon leaving the shop and walking down the street, before finally entering a small deli. Grabbing our food, we ate, making small talk, talking about my college degree, his work as a junior lawyer. We even started talking about different hobbies and I was surprised at how we actually liked a few of the same games and shows. The entire thing went by in a near blur. That was, until the drive home. As we got into Marcus’ gleaming black BMW SUV, I felt somewhat antsy with a slight headache. Looking at my watch, I realized it was around the time I would normally smoke my afternoon cigar. Shrugging it off, I settled into the passenger seat as Marcus rolled down the windows. Suddenly, Marcus pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and bringing the box to his lips, pulled one out and deftly lit one up, letting out a long smokey exhale. “Fuck that's better…” Marcus sighed, before putting the car into gear, and starting our trip back to my parent’s house, “Hope you don’t mind. Jen is making me quit, but fuck if the cravings aren’t bitch.” The scene before me left me shell shocked. I’d have never guessed he was a smoker. And if that wasn’t enough, I was suddenly hard as a rock watching as he hungrily hauled down the first cigarette. “Um, no, it’s fine,” I nearly stammered, trying to force myself to look away at the road, willing myself to not pay attention to how horny I was suddenly. I nonchalantly would sneak a glance, watching as Marcus continued to drag hard on the cigarette, focused on the road. Soon enough, we were back at my house. Parking the car, Marcus left the car running as I unbuckled the seat belt and opened the door. “Thanks for lunch!” I said, somewhat rushed, internally kicking myself for how hurried I sounded, “And tell Jen I’m sorry you had to come get me to get my fitting done.” “No problem man,” Marcus said, taking one last drag on the cigarette before blowing the lungful of smoke out of the corner of his mouth, before holding his fist out, “And I’ll get Jen under control. Just do me a favor and keep me smoking between us?” “Sure, no problem,” I said, awkwardly reaching over and bumping his fist with mine. “See you later then, man,” he said, before opening the glove box and spraying himself with a bottle of cologne, and pulling on a pair of sunglasses. I shut the door and watched as he backed out of the driveway and drove off, lighting up another cigarette as he drove away. Rushing inside, I immediately grabbed the last cigar in the box and rushed into the woods, lighting the cigar quickly and feeling relief as the smoke flooded my lungs. Taking a quick selfie, I sent it to Greg and Mike, before slowly starting to play with my dick. Images of Marcus dragging on the cigarette filled my mind, and I found myself having to stop stroking as I got dangerously close to shooting my load, barely making sure to follow Greg and Mike’s instructions of not cumming. Part of me felt embarrassed, lusting after my soon to be in law, but I still couldn’t help but feel suddenly turned on at this new revelation. Marcus looked hot as a smoker. I let my mind wander, imagining he and I smoking together, making out, and had to stop myself at the idea of him bending me over and fucking me in the back of his car, much like one of the videos I had seen earlier in the week. The scene in my head nearly had caused me to shoot my load. Quicker than I wanted, I had smoked the cigar down and annoyed and horny, I put the small amount of remaining cigar out and went back inside and upstairs. As I entered by bedroom, my phone dinged. Pulling it out of my pocket, I looked and saw a message from Mike. “Cum over at 8pm tonight,” was all the message said, and with that, I flopped in the bed. After a few moments, I pulled out my laptop and began to watch porn, slowly edging myself the rest of the afternoon, counting the hours until the real fun would begin. ——— Dinner was a quiet affair, my parents asking about my day, them telling me about something funny at work with this coworker or that, essentially the usual small talk we always had. Quickly enough it was nearly 8pm. Looking at my self in the mirror, I took in my reflection. The jock was definitely starting to get a little yellow, the precum definitely starting to stain it. I found myself enjoying the look, noticing that I had forgotten to shave the last two days and was starting to get a bit scruffy looking. I debated for a moment as to wether to hop in the shower and shave but with a quick bit of mental math, I decided I wouldn’t have time. I made my way down the hall, before going downstairs. My parents were relaxing on the couch, making fun of some cheesy drama on the tv. “Hey, I’m gonna head over to a friend’s house to hang out. I’ll be out pretty late,” I said, peeking my head around the doorsill. “Have fun sweetheart,” my mom said, barely breaking her attention from the tv. My dad gave a slight wave of the hand and with that, I was out the door and walking down the street. Quickly enough, I got to Greg and Mike’s house, and after a short wait ringing the doorbell, was greeted by Greg. “There’s my sexy fuck boy,” Greg said, grinning around the unlit cigar in his mouth, “Been missing that tight neg hole.” Shutting the door, he pulled me close, pulling the cigar out of his mouth and began making out with me, his hand dipping under my shorts and down my asscrack, slowly rubbing his finger and probing my hole. I could only moan into the kiss as I felt his finger slowly work into my ass. “Fuck I can’t wait to get into that hole and destroy those guts,” Greg growled, pulling his finger out and backing away, “Get that ass down stairs. Daddy Mike is down there waiting.” Now knowing the way, I made my way down stairs, and saw Mike in his full glory, wearing nothing but a leather harness, his large cock protruding away from his body, rock hard. In his hand was a leather clad paddle with holes throughout. He took a puff on the large cigar in his mouth and nudged my groin with the paddle. “Entirely too many clothes, pig,” he said, his voice deep and dangerous sounding as he spoke, “I only want to see you in that jock.” I quickly stripped naked, save for the jock, and followed his lead as he walked over to the leather bench. Sitting on the bench was a cigar in an ashtray, a rather expensive looking lighter, and bottle of poppers. “Bend over boy,” he said, grinning wickedly as he pointed at the bench with the paddle, “Got to warm those cheeks up for the fun to come.” I watched as Greg came down the stairs, lighter in hand as he too began to light the cigar in his mouth and strip naked, revealing the leather harness he was wearing underneath. “Show us what you’ve learned, boy,” Greg said, walking up and blowing a massive cloud of smoke in my face, gesturing his hand over the poppers and cigar. I quickly grabbed the cigar and got it going nicely, inhaling deeply as I rotated it. Pulling it out of my mouth, I looked at the end and after making sure it had a nice cherry at the end, took another couple deep hauls on it, before setting it in the ashtray and opening the bottle of poppers, taking several deep sniffs. Feeling the high of the poppers kick in, my face feeling flush and heart pounding, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and bent over. “Fucking good boy,” Greg said, rubbing his hand through my hair, giving his cock a few tugs. “Well, they do say pigs are quite smart for a pet,” Mike chuckled, before suddenly smacking my ass hard. I nearly dropped the cigar in my mouth before quickly bracing myself and holding the cigar steady with my hand, putting most of my body weight on my other free hand. “Don’t drop that cigar boy,” Mike warned darkly, before smacking my ass hard again. I stood still as Mike began to repeatedly smack my ass hard, making my backside sting and burn, eventually making me go soft. I found myself enjoying it somewhat, but was disappointed at going soft so quickly. While this was happening, I watched as Greg walked over to the toolbox and grabbed two bottles of beer, bringing them over and handing one to Mike. Both of them drank and smoked as my ass continued to get spanked. After about 10 minutes, both seemed satisfied. Greg came over with a metal contraption and gestured for me to lay on my back on the bench. I nodded, my mind numb from the pain in my ass and copious amounts of poppers I inhaled during the onslaught. I watched as Greg quickly fitting the metal cage over my dick, suddenly realizing it was a chastity device, with a lock. “This cock is ours now. We will decide when you get use it tonight.” Greg explained as I watched Mike finish the bottle of beer before opening a set of double doors, “Understood?” “Yes sir,” I nodded, curious as to what was going to happen next. Satisfied my dick was locked up, Greg then put a collar with a leash around my neck and with a gentle tug, began to pull me to the double doors. In the smaller room, there was a urinal, shower, and drain in the floor. “Tonight, you’re going to have to earn our superior poz cum,” Mike began to explain, pushing me to the ground in the shower stall, “And to do that, you’re going to learn to be our piss pig.” I nodded, vaguely remembering a few watersports videos I had seen on the web. “We believe in recycling in this house, boy,” Greg said, as Mike began to gently give his dick a few tugs, “You are gonna drink every last drop down of my superior man piss. Waste a single drip and you won’t get any of our toxic load up that pig hole.” “Thank you sir,” I groaned, feeling as my cock tried to get hard as Mike began to move his foot under the cock cage. “Open up pig,” Mike growled before bringing his cock up to my lips, “I want to see my smoker piss fill that mouth before you start gulping it down.” I opened my mouth wide and waited. At first there was nothing and then, I began to feel a stream of piss begin to fill my mouth. A salty, warm and slightly bitter that flooded my tastebuds, I wrapped my mouth around Mike’s cock as the piss filled my mouth, gulping down as fast as I could, eager to please. “Yeah, thats a good urinal, fucking take it all,” Mike groaned, slowly running his hands through my hair as he puffed contentedly on the cigar. “Boy is a natural born piss toilet, babe,” Greg chuckled, puffing on his cigar as well, while slowly stroking his cock. “Yeah, you love drinking down daddy’s piss, don’t you,” Mike said softly, running his fingers through my hair as he continued, to piss down my throat, “You’re hungry for that poz piss, aren’t you?” I nodded, eagerly gulping down the now slowing stream of piss. “Daddy is almost empty,” Mike continued, slightly strained as his began to work his bladder muscles, the piss occasionally spraying harder in my mouth, “You’ve done a good job boy. Definitely earning a nice thick dirty load,” Finally, I felt the stream stop and took a few deep breaths as Mike removed his now hardening cock out of my mouth. Finally catching my breath, I turned to Greg, expecting him to do the same as Mike. “No boy, this bladder is going up your hole,” Greg said, grinning around the cigar, “Bend over and daddy will use his poz piss to get that pig hole nice and clean for our bugs.” Standing up, I felt as Mike’s piss began to slosh around in my stomach, slowly, I bent over and pulled both cheeks apart. Greg stepped up to my hole and after a second, let out a long line of cigar spit drool out and pool on top of his cock, now firmly pressed against my hole. Slowly, I felt as Greg began to press his mostly hard dick into my bare hole. Finally, it was fully seated and after a minute I began to feel as a warm liquid filled my guts. “Fuck yeah, slut,” Greg moaned, gripping my ass hard as more and more urine flooded my guts deep inside, “Feel that poz piss flood those guts and get them nice and clean. Gonna get your insides ready to take all my poz swimmers.” I let out an involuntary groan as I felt my intestines quickly fill with Greg’s hot piss, stretching my colon as his bladder emptied out inside me. Finally, I felt as Greg’s piss stream stopped. “Go ahead and clench down your hole pig,” Greg instructed, puffing hard on the cigar in his mouth, “When I pull out, I want you to keep that piss in there before sitting down and letting it out in the toilet.” I nodded and began to clench as he pulled out his hard cock, before finally standing up. I groaned again, this time in slight discomfort as I felt keenly like an overfilled water balloon. I slowly shuffled over to the toilet and sat down before relieving myself, feeling as the piss drained quickly out of my ass. Looking down slightly, I was extremely glad to see it was pretty much clean. From what I had read online, it was a pain to get cleaned out sometimes. “Fuck that was hot,” Greg said, laughing, “You definitely seem to be wanting some fresh bug loads up that boy pussy.” I nodded, unable to make words for a few moments as my intestines slowly stopped cramping. Mike walked over and held my partially smoked cigar up to my lips, which I gratefully let him stick in my mouth, taking a deep inhale on the cigar before nose jetting the smoke out. “Fuck yeah, haul that cigar smoke down,” Mike said, grinning, “Becoming a real smoker now, boy.” I smiled, inwardly loving the encouragement and praise. “Let’s get that hole in the sling and see about flooding you with our poz smoker cum now,” Mike said, winking as he ran his fingers through my hair. Slowly I made my way to the sling, thankful as Greg and Mike helped me get in. Satisfied I was properly strung up, Mike tossed the now spent cigar in his mouth and went over to the humidor, pulling out a large pipe. “So pig, Daddy and I heard an interesting little rumor,” Mike said angrily, his mood dark as he lit his pipe, “A friend of ours said some whore was walking around and smoking a cigar the other night at the park. Giving out blowjobs and letting anyone wrap their mouth on his boy cock. Don't remember that being part of the deal.” Shit, I thought to myself, suddenly worried that I had broken some unknown rule. I had thought about asking, but with it being a one time thing, I didn’t even really think much of it. I fucked up. And now, they were pissed. “I’m sorry, sir…” I said quietly, feeling small and suddenly feeling guilty about the encounter. “So, you admit you were a cheap, dirty little slut then?” Greg said, his expression serious when suddenly he let out a quick wink at me. Suddenly, I felt relieved, realizing that apparently this was ok. The tightness in my gut from my guilt relaxed. “I’m…. I’m sorry Daddy. I was just really horny and I didn’t want to wake you or Daddy Greg,” I said, my voice surprisingly still sounding small. “Hmmm… I think we might have forgotten to tell the boy about the rules on that, dear,” Greg said, with an exaggerated sigh, emulating that of some 50s house wife from a sitcom. “Damn it… It’s fun to make him sweat a little…” Mike laughed, his act breaking quickly, “Quit spoiling him.” “I really am sorry though, I should have said something,” I said, not sure what to add. Mike pensively took a few puff on the pipe as he began to collect the copious amount of precum leaking from my trapped cock. I was amazed at how much was slowly leaking out of my dick, inwardly wishing it was free from the confines. I let out a small groan as he began to work it into my hole. “We’ll go over the ground rules later on that… but I think as your punishment,” Mike said, suddenly sinking balls deep into my ass, causing me to gasp and groan in pain, “You’re gonna have to wear this cage all week. Teach you to not waste all that lube for your hole leaking out of that cock. Only thing that neg load is good for. Make you nice and desperate for loads.” The pain in my ass was immense, as my hole struggled to take Mike’s large cock and as the piercings dug into the walls of my guts. Pulling back slightly, Mike smirked before slowly starting to work his cock in my ass. “Roughed you up good there, boy,” Mike said, puffing away on the pipe as I slowly got accustomed to the large slab of meat in my ass, “Maybe this one will be the one to knock your ass up.” I winced and smiled as the pain slowly gave way to pleasure as Mike slowly took his time fucking my ass, slowly puffing and inhaling the cigar smoke. Suddenly the bottle of poppers was under my nose, and I took several deep sniffs, grateful for the sudden wave of pleasure and relief as they kicked in. “Please knock me up,” I groaned, letting the poppers and horniness take control of my brain, “I want you to give me your gift and change me.” “Fuck, this is one hungry hole,” Mike laughed and groaned, “Not gonna last long in here. Ready for this dirty load, slut?” “Cum inside me,” I groaned, smoking hard on the cigar, “Please infect my neg hole..” “Here it comes, slut,” Mike groaned suddenly, his strokes in my ass stuttering suddenly, “Take this dirty fucking load, pig. Ugh….” Suddenly, I felt as Mike’s like flooded my hole, grateful for the sudden slickness in my ass, but part of me sad to have him shoot so quickly inside me. Finally, Mike pulled out of my ass, letting out a slight hiss. “Don’t worry pig, that’s just the first load of the night,” Mike said, before running his hand through my hair and pulling my head towards his cock, “Clean me up with that hot mouth while Daddy Greg pumps a nice dirty load in there too.” I looked down and noticed a few bloody streaks on his cock, knowing instantly that he’d really roughed up my ass. Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, I slowly began to kiss and lick his cock. “Loaded the pig up good,” Greg said appreciatively, running a finger up my crack and along the tip of my cock cage, collecting even more precum now leaking steadily out of my dick, “Think we’re going to need you to stay the night to properly flood this ass though.” I nodded, knowing it would only take a quick text home. I groaned as Greg then slid into my ass, going balls deep in one go. Greg quickly began to fuck my ass in a steady motion, each stroke slamming against my prostate, making my dick leak even more. Suddenly, I felt Mike push the tip of his pipe in my mouth as he took my cigar and started smoking it. I took a deep draw on the pipe, amazed at the ease and amount of smoke flooding my lungs. The smoke was definitely different, but in a good way. I exhaled the smoke in a nose jet as I kept the pipe bit firmly in my mouth. “Fuck you look hot smoking a pipe, pig,” Greg said, his pace picking up, “Fucking destroying those lungs while we destroy your ass. You like becoming a smoker?” I sat for a second, gathering my thoughts. I had to admit, I loved smoking. The dirtiness of it, the rush of lighting up and feeling the smoke flood my lungs, how other guys looked smoking. “I love smoking, Daddy,” I groaned, letting the smoke drift out as I spoke, “Thank you for making me a smoker. I love feeling myself smoking and becoming a proper pig.” “That makes Daddy and I so fucking proud boy… Fuck, babe, you weren’t joking about this hole tonight,” Greg groaned, smoke pouring out of his mouth and nose as he smoked the cigar harder, “Gonna flood it too soon.” “Please give my your load,” I groaned, puffing on the pipe in time with Greg’s cigar, “I want your toxic smoker loads in me. Make me pregnant with your bugs.” Suddenly, Greg gasped and jerked, slamming hard into my hole deep. “Fuuuuck, ugh….” Greg moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he puffed hard on the cigar. Greg stayed slumped over me for a minute or two before finally taking one last long, deep draw on the cigar, locking eyes with me and giving me a nod. I did the same and in unison, we removed them and locked lips, swapping smoke as we made out. Finally we broke the kiss, blowing out the smoke. “Let’s head up stairs and sleep a bit,” Mike said, as Greg pulled out of my ass and brought his dick to my lips. I immediately went to work sucking it clean. Satisfied it was clean, Greg pulled his dick back out of my mouth and they both helped me out of the sling. “Hold those loads in and let’s go up,” Mike said before leaning over and kissing me deeply, pushing his thumb deep in my ass, causing me to groan. Slowly, I got my bearings and began to follow the two men upstairs.

Part VII (cont.): Moses’ POV Cole’s still twitching—every little movement makes my cock throb harder inside him. He’s so fucking tight. Still leaking, still high, still split open around me like he knows he’s just a hole now. And I’m going to fill it. I slow down. Grind instead of thrust. Deep rolls of my hips, dragging every inch along his raw nerves. I can feel his body fight between begging for mercy and begging for more. “Still with me, faggot?” He moans something wet and broken. I slap his ass hard, just to watch him flinch. “Didn’t fucking hear you.” “Y-yes, sir.” It’s breathless. Slurred. Perfect. I lean down, chest against his back, lips to his ear. “You feel that?” I whisper, thrusting deep, staying there, letting the weight of my cock sink into the ache inside him. “That’s mine. Your big brother’s cock. My fucking name tattooed inside your guts.” He whimpers. Fists the rug. “What are you, Cole?” He shudders. “Your faggot.” “Whose hole is this?” “Yours, sir—fuck—only yours—” I grin. Pull back. Slam forward again. He screams. I keep going. Slow, then fast. Long, brutal strokes that leave him twitching under me. Then slow again—just to hear him cry for it. I grip the back of his neck. Force his head down into the rug. My other hand spreads him wide, thumb digging into the bruises I’ve left behind. I watch his hole swallow me over and over, slick and red and obscene. “You know what I’m gonna do now?” I mutter. He shakes his head. “I’m gonna cum in you. Deep. Messy. So fucking much it leaks out for hours.” I lean in. “So next time you sit at the dinner table, you’ll feel it drip down your thigh.” He moans—wrecked, open, used. I look at Nico. I smirk. “You watching this?” He doesn’t answer. “You see what I’m doing to your little project?” I slam in again. Hard enough to make Cole jerk forward on the floor. “He’s not your boy anymore.” Thrust. “He’s not a good kid.” Thrust. “He’s a cum dump for his brother.” I let the words hang. Then I grab Cole’s hips. Plant my feet. Roll my neck. And fuck him. For real this time. No games. No teasing. Just relentless, claiming rhythm—balls slapping, sweat dripping, breath hissing through my teeth. I feel my orgasm build low in my gut, heat curling around my spine. “You ready for it, faggot?” Cole sobs into the floor. Nods. “Please—please—I want it—fill me—please—” I bare my teeth. Then I thrust one last time—deep, deep, fucking deep—and unload. Groaning. Guttural. A full-body exhale that rips through my chest as my cock jerks inside him, spurting rope after rope of cum into his wrecked little hole. I stay there, buried to the hilt, gripping him like he might run—like he could—but we both know he won’t. Not now. Not ever. When the last pulse fades, I don’t move. Just lean over, breath hot against his ear. “You’re full now,” I whisper. “Say thank you.” His voice is raw. “Thank you, sir.” I smile. Pull out slow. Watch my cum leak down his thighs. And feel every ounce of power settle where it belongs—on me.

Scotty’s Tree House – part four Before daddy Paul even got the needle out of Scotty's arm, Hugo and Fred, two big black dudes, a couple, who live next door were working the slammed up, spun out and TWEAKED out boywhore from both ends, pounding his throat and pounding his newly christened cunthole. The boy was trying to comprehend what was happening ears were ringing Vision was sort of Shifting back and forth he just had a dominating feeling of needing his holes pounded and filled. Scotty had never been much of a bottom he would always be somewhat of an angry top either at the bath house or playing in the woods are getting a dude up in his tree house. Or sneaking in his own bedroom. The slam was so euphoric it was strong it was unlike anything he had ever experienced just enjoying for the first time being a cunthole and having sloppy dirty seed and piss worked into them it felt so fukking warmm. Scotty always worked his hips toward the guy fucking him just wanting and wanting his hole to be opened he never wanted to be a tight hole again for he was often called one and the some guys wouldn't fuck him because of it. " I just think black cocks Are Better Built and bigger,"" said daddy Paul as he shoved his tongue up his boys cunt as Hugo was pulling out his 11 inch meatlog . Scotty's hole was so sloppy plus he had swallowed every load he took down his throat. Daddy Paul had posted in bbrt Scotty's initiation as an event so guys were coming in for the next couple hours from here or there and across the river. Daddy Paul continued to keep his pipe loaded and and demand that Scotty take long deep hits. Especially on his first slam. I want you so spun out and slammed up for the picnic table later. You're going to have fun time in the woods tonight you dirty public fuck hole. You like it don't you. We got some magic markers to write on you for tonight but you'll be getting some permanent tats brandings and piercings so everyone knows what you are . We're going to get over to your tree house real soon because I know you got some cash over there and you're going to pay for all this shit I've been giving you tonight. A ball is 3-1/2 grams you got a four balls to start scale, a couple pipes and a bong and they'll be rigs, the syringe is called a rig, and you'll be making your own slams. Keep that s*** under lock and key there are no honest whores around here they'll steal if they can and won't tell you. If you lose it you got to buy it again All of us pigs here have mohawks and you'll be getting yours. Your days of being a f****** dumb twink working at a gas station are over b****. You work for me now and you're going to be worn torn ripped open spat on kicked around beaten up double slammed gang raped and put in your place. You are mine now and you are going to perform. You'll get your cut your commission when I'm paid first. You are one of 10 guys here we cater to public pigs who like fucking in public toilet sex picnic tables just being dirty whores and loving it. I love to swap and Felch and you're going to love to swap and felch holes with me. We we're going to work the glory holes too, shoot some video in the woods especially daytime mornings and get over to the men's room in the front of the big box hardware and grocery store over there. You're going to be so wired and up for probably two or three days two or three nights so keep piping take as much loads as you can because remember unless they want you to fuck them you are their cum dumpster l and you are there to please our boys and men. End of Part 4 Before we see Scotty working his pipes and Magic markering his body we have to take a break and and read the following authors note.. Check out my story called "Trailer Trash Tina and the Crystal wizard." Tina is the cousin of daddy Paul and she also supplies him with shit he hustles in the city. You're going to be going out there and paying for stuff that you need and maybe working the woods there because you're a dirty high as fuck public pig serving the needs of our dirty public sex. Boss Daddy his meth head stable boy cunt will be heading out to trailer trash Pig meth country and tangling with a County Sheriff r

New Beginning Part 1 Alex and I aren’t exactly innocent, I’ll admit. We were best friends in high school, but being on opposite coasts, we drifted apart during college. A while ago, though, we reconnected online through one of the fetish sites and discovered we were both living in the same city. After a quick back-and-forth, we picked up right where we left off, though some things had clearly changed. These days, we’re both crushing it in our careers, real alphas in that sense. But when it comes to our personal lives, that’s a whole different matter, and we’ve figured out an arrangement that’s just right for us. ----- Back in high school, there’d been a growing distance between us at the start of our senior year that I couldn’t explain. I hadn’t told him I was gay. Afraid of his reaction, I never pushed it, wanting to keep our friendship. Besides, I never had a problem meeting up with guys from the university in town. So, I basically avoided shitting where I ate. We were both summer babies. By then, we were 18 and in peak shape. Physically, we could pass for brothers. Alex was 6’ to my 6’3” and both had classic swimmer's builds from our time on the varsity swim team. Even though I was taller, he had this quiet authority that made me never question him, and I usually just went along with whatever he said. At the beginning of the season, we decided buzz our hair. Well, to be honest, he decided for us. One afternoon, while we were hanging out in his bedroom, he started complaining about his curly hair. Then, out of nowhere, that familiar look crossed his face, and I knew he’d made up his mind about something. Pulling me into the bathroom, he took off his t-shirt, grabbed a pair of clippers, and started buzzing off his curls while I sat there on the toilet, watching. You could say that’s the day things changed in our friendship. “What do you think, Luke?” he asked with a grin, running a hand over his head as his blue eyes sparkled. “Looks better, right?” For a second, I took a good look at him. God, he was sexy standing there and he knew it! With his hair buzzed, his eyes stood out even more. He was smiling, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, paired with deep dimples. I melted and started thinking about how he looked without any clothes on. “Uh, yeah, looks good,” I mumbled, feeling my cock growing in my underwear and hoping it wasn’t obvious. Smiling, he walked toward me, scattering some of the black curls around the bathroom floor. He bent down, took my hand, and started rubbing his scalp with it. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he smiled, waiting to see my reaction. I just sat there, feeling the short hairs scraping my palm. Damn, it did feel good. All I could do was nod as I started to notice his ever-present bulge growing. Like I said, physically we could pass for brothers, but Alex was definitely bigger than me. Although I’m way above average down there, it was obvious in the showers to everyone who’d won the prize in genetics. “Yep,” he smiled, lifting me up and walking me to the mirror. At this point, I couldn’t do anything but go along. It had always been this way, and he knew it. Standing at the mirror, I could feel him behind me. His bulge was barely pushing against me, just enough that I couldn’t be completely sure. He started being playful, almost teasing me, as he pulled off my shirt. "Let’s do it.” I froze. I could totally feel his bulge against my ass now. Wrapping his arms around me, he pressed his pecs against my back and pinned me against the vanity, making sure I couldn’t move. “Trust me,” he purred in my ear. He moved in and pushed me harder against the vanity to stop me from getting away. With that, he switched on the clippers. Pressing them to the back of my neck, he ran them up, buzzing a stripe right up the middle of my head to make sure it was a done deal. Closing my eyes, I lowered my head as I felt the vibrations on my scalp as his bulge pushed against me. Finally done, he grabbed a hand towel, brushed the loose hair off my shoulders, and checked me out. “There,” he laughed, “Looks good.” “Yeah?” I asked, looking at myself in the mirror, with him still against me. “Yep, definitely,” he nodded, putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face him, “Even better than before.” I just stood there, not able to say a word. That's when he made his move. Taking hold of my smooth pecs, he started playing with my nipples and moved in for a kiss. “Fuck. What are you doing?” I stupidly asked, shocked that he was making a move on me. “Shhh,” he whispered, “Something I should have done before.” Instantly, our lips met, and our tongues invaded each other’s mouths. But all along, I could feel his overtaking mine, shoving it in deeper and deeper, taking possession of my mouth. We started undressing each other until our shorts were around our ankles. That's when I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, his cock at full mast. “Shower, let’s rinse off.” Once in the shower, he smiled, “Get in, fucker, and close the curtain, the floor’s getting wet.” Dropping my underwear, I stood there naked in front of him. It wasn’t the first time, but somehow it wasn’t the same. Walking into the shower, I closed the curtain and silently watched the water cascade down his muscled back and over his firm ass as he lathered up. When he finally turned around, my eyes moved down the ridges of his hard abs to his shaved crotch and fixed on the droplets falling from the tip of his cock. Tentatively lifting my hands to his pecs, I stepped closer and ran my hands over the smooth slabs of muscle. ‘What the fuck, Luke,” I said, cupping them, “Where’s this coming from?” “You gotta problem with it?” he chuckled with a devilish grin, flexing his pecs before slipping his hand down to my shaved junk to play with it. “Naw,” I gasped, slipping my hands over his body. “That’s better,” he sighed, planting his lips on mine. Our hands started to explore each other’s body. He was grinding his cock into mine and I gave back the same as I pressed into him. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me into him, the water making our shaved skin slick. I’d fantasized about us shaving each other for a meet, but now here we were, my hands were on him and not just to shave him. Releasing me, Alex grabbed my cock and started hitting it against his. “Shit yeah, finally,” he moaned, dropping to his knees and kissed the tip. Then, without a second thought, he opened up and took me in. I could feel his lips sliding over me and gasped, feeling the wetness of his mouth on my cock for the first time. With just the tip in, he sucked and licked the underside with his tongue. I could hear him moaning with pleasure over the rush of water in shower. Fuck, I was getting hard. That’s when he forced his mouth down and swallowed me to the root. I could feel his soft lips around the base of my shaft. “Fuck yeah, Alex,” I moaned. I held onto the shower walls to steady myself, surprised at how easily he took me down. He started to deep throat me, bobbing up and down my cock. He’d pull back until just the tip was in his mouth and flick my piss slit with his tongue. Right away, he’d force his way back down, gripping the shaft with his lips. He kept on sucking until he stood up with big grin and walked out of the shower. “Let’s hit the bed. I want you in me,” he smiled, grabbing a towel to dry off. I just stood there, under the running water, trying to take in what he’d just said and done. Not only was he into guys but wanted me to fuck him. Seeing my confusion, he tossed me a towel. “Fuck, man. I’ve wanted this for a while now. Everyone always wants me to fuck them,” he explained, holding his throbbing cock, “but I’m into nice fat cocks like yours, too.” I nodded, turned off the water, and dried myself off. Running my hand over my freshly buzzed scalp, I followed him into the bedroom where he was already sitting on the side of the bed, legs spread. I just stood there, in front of him, as he opened the nightstand drawer. “Got something we can try,” he smiled. “Dude, what the fuck?” I said, seeing him holding a glass pipe. “Don’t worry,” he grinned, heating the bowl, and inhaled, “I don't do it all the time, but this is a special occasion.” I looked down at him blowing the cloud from his lips. His cock stood straight up as his low hanging shaved sac hid his hole. Fuck, I envied it. Mine was smaller and hugged my shaft when I got hard. He looked me up and down before setting his eyes on my cock. “You’ve never fucked a guy, have you?” I just nodded side to side, not knowing what to say to any of this. “Fuck, Luke. Your cock is perfect,” he growled, holding the pipe as if to tease me, “Get over here.” Leaning over and taking hold of my cock, he pulled me onto the bed and slipped the warm stem between my lips. “Just one hit, that’s all,” he purred. ‘Damn him,’ I thought, knowing I couldn’t resist it when he did that and took the hit. “Good boy,” he smiled, “just one more deep one.” What else could I possibly do but just roll with it? Here I was with my best friend, naked on his bed, whom I had been fantasizing about. So, I went for it, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. I took a deep one, feeling the warmth filling my lungs as he played with my cock. “Deeper,” he growled, “Feels good, doesn’t it? A few more won’t hurt.” I just sat there nodding, starting to feel the effects hit me. I hesitated but did what he told me and kept taking more. Next thing I knew, our bodies were grinding, and our tongues danced as he grabbed my hand and moved it between his open legs. I started fingering his now slicked hole. This drove him even more crazy. He laid back and started moaning. “Goddam it, Luke, fuck me.” For some reason, I hesitated for a second, but I moved down and ran the tip of my cock over the entrance to his hole. Looking up into his face, I easily sank into him, spreading him open and feeling the heat wrap around my shaft. “Fuck, yeah,” he gasped, feeling me inside him. Grabbing his cock, I started rapidly pumping into him, my balls slapping against his ass. I was kind of just going through the motions, not really thinking about what I was doing. Alex kept moaning to keep it up, but suddenly, I could feel myself going soft. I tried to take it all in, finally being here with my best friend, but it was no use. Maybe it was the anxiety of it being the first time or it was a side effect of the meth that I’d heard about, but my body just wasn’t into it. I moved down the bed as my cock slipped out of him. “Sorry, I can’t,” was all I could say, feeling like a failure. Suddenly, Alex sat up, his eyes locking with mine. “Fucker, it’s ok,” he said, kissing me, “I thought you might be a total bottom gay boy and the T you just smoked proved it.” I started to think about all the times we hung out and how it never came up. “You knew about me?” “Yep. I figured it out a while ago,” he smiled, taking another hit before exhaling. “I was cool with it and figured it didn’t matter. So, I didn’t mention it.” “So, what changed?” “I guess I just wasn’t sure how I really felt about guys, until I spent the month at my uncle’s place this summer. I met one of his neighbors. Fuck man, he showed me how good a cock feels up my ass,” he said, looking off into the distance. “Fuck,” I moaned, realizing the moment the distance between us started. “That’s when I started thinking about you differently. Fuck, I realized you were the only one I could always be myself with,” he sighed, looking directly at me. “And that,” I asked, motioning to the pipe, “He show you that, too?” “Yep, he did. I’ll tell you all about it sometime,” he grinned, inhaling another hit and placing his lips against mine, “But now’s not the time.” That’s when he exhaled the cloud into my mouth. He was so in control that I just inhaled it before we kissed again. I still couldn’t believe we were doing this. I started kissing his neck and grabbed his hard cock. I kept on, moving down to his pecs and started moaning, licking the deep ridges of his abs. I gave his cock a few strokes before moving past it and kissed his thighs. “Fucker, suck it,” Alex groaned, “I know you want to.” It was true, I did. So, I grabbed onto his nuts and slowly started licking up his shaft, feeling that popped out vein wrapped around it. I wanted to remember how it felt and tasted. Hitting the underside of the mushroom head, I stopped. There it was, a huge drop of pre-cum slowing rising out of his wide-open piss slit. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Grabbing his cock, Alex held the head with two fingers and squeezed. I quickly moved to taste it, but he pulled back. “Uh, uh,” he purred, “Tell me what you want.” “Please,” I moaned, looking at the droplet just sitting the between the folds of his piss slit, ready to drop any second. “Please, what?” he chuckled, waving his cock just out of my reach. Looking up into his eyes, I said it. “Please, let me taste it, Alex. I want your cock.” Then, I hit the jackpot. He nodded and I moved in, lapping up the pre-cum before taking him into my mouth. I started moaning, realizing it was finally happening. It wasn’t my imagination. “Fuck!” he groaned, putting his hands on my head and caressing my freshly buzzed scalp, “Goddammit.” I started teasing him, slowly sucking and sliding the tip of my tongue over the piss slit. He couldn't help but moan every time. After a bit, he started to push my head deeper and I let him do it. I wanted to feel him down my throat, but wasn’t sure I could take him. Bit by bit, I let him in. I kept sucking him, my tongue wrapping itself on the underside of the shaft. I was loving it, and I could tell he was, too. Maybe it was the meth or maybe it my wanting it so much, but I slid my tongue along the underside and forced myself down his cock ‘til I could feel him hit the back of my throat. That’s when I gripped his hips and pushed myself more. “AH, SHIT!” he growled, feeling the pressure of my throat give way and he completely slid in. My nose hit his shaved crotch. I couldn’t breathe and started gagging. Part of me didn’t care. I’d done it. I was sucking my best friend's cock. Seeing me continuing to gag, he pushed me off. “Fucking cocksucker! You did it!” he laughed, seeing my spit dripping off my chin before rolling me onto my back. I laid there, looking at him stroking his slimy cock covered in my spit. “Gotta get you ready for Big Alex,” he joked. I gasped as he slipped two rough fingers inside me. Finding my spot, I started moaning. I lifted my hips to meet his slow, deliberate movements, making sure I was ready for him. Satisfied, he spread my legs and placed the tip of his cock at my stretched hole. He slowly started pushing into me. At first, I didn’t think I could take him, but the meth kicked in, and I threw my head back. “Fuck! Do it!” “Damn right, I’m gonna do it,” he growled, feeding me one more hit. “Told you it was a special occasion, and I want to make sure you can take me. Just inhale and relax.” I needed his cock and didn’t care that I was smoking meth, as long as he fucked me, so I took a deep one and tried to relax. “Goddamn!” I yelled, feeling him opening me up. Fuck it hurt. But at the same time, his thick cock felt good sliding into me. “Yep, fucker, you took it right in. No girl’s been able to do that so fast. Usually takes a while,” he moaned, working it slightly in and out of me to get me used to his massive cock. Looking up at him, I could see his eyes filling with lust. “Yeah, Alex, fucking fill me, I’m no fucking girl,” I moaned, losing control and accepting he was in charge. “That’s the plan, fucker,” he growled, going in deeper, “I should’ve done this the minute I got back.” I was feeling him deep inside me now, his balls pressed against my ass. “Shit, you’re fucking huge!” I moaned, “I can’t...” Gripping my hips, he pulled back, just leaving the tip inside me. "You can do it. Gonna breed that fucking tight ass of yours,” he grunted, pushing slowly back in. He paused with about half his shaft left to go. He took a deep breath, grabbed my hips and slammed the rest of it into me. "Goddamn, fuck," I kept repeating as he told me to relax and enjoy it. I loved the mix of pleasure and pain as he leaned in, sweat dripping, and kissed me. He started pumping into me a little harder. “Your hole feels so good on my cock. Tell me how much you’ve thought about it. I know you have.” Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him in and held him tight. “Fuck, Alex,” I grunted as he started pounding me, “I’ve fucking been jacking off thinking about that fat cock of yours ever since you went away.” “Yeah, fucker? Well, you’ve got it now, anytime you want it.” At this point, I urged him on, recognizing the signs he was close and knowing he’d be unloading into me soon. “Shit, yeah. Give it to me, Alex.” The room filled with our moans from the fucking ‘til I could feel his cock swelling up even more. "Fucking take it," he kept grunting. He kept it up, thrusting harder and harder, before collapsing on top of me. I could feel him spasming and shooting into me. Wrapping my legs around him, I held him tight, feeling the spasms continue and wondering what the fuck was happening. “You ok,” I asked after a bit. “Yep,” he panted, finally calming down. “That happens sometimes. Fuck, that was great. I was worried you couldn’t take me. But, with a little help,” he smiled, motioning to the pipe, “You did it, fucker.” “Sure did,” I laughed and kissed him. I laid beneath him, his body pressing down on mine. Our shaved skin was slick with sweat as the heat from his body mingled with mine. After that, the distance disappeared, and things went back to how they used to be, now just with a little extra closeness between us. I never did try topping again. How could I, after taking Alex’s cock? From then on, all I wanted was his cock inside me, filling me up, and he was more than happy to help with that. Plus, he made sure the pipe was handy, if I needed it.

Part 1 I suppose you could call my sex life up until that point as 'wildly vanilla'. I was 19 and still living at home in Boston, Massachusetts. Closeted and worried about being found out, I made my hookups exclusively online. I didn't think I looked attractive, but Men always lusted after me, especially after I sent them pics of my ass. I was 5'11, 180 pounds. Not the skinniest but definitely not heavy. I was and still am attracted to older Men. I was always on CL and Grindr, hooking up with Men, oftentimes these Men were married. I suppose the Men enjoyed my boyish looks and submissiveness, and they enjoyed deepthroating me and skullfucking me. That was the craziest I would ever go. When I would hookup with these Men and they would fuck me, it was always with a condom. At the time, I was scared shitless of catching a bug that I always made sure that the Man was covered before he fucked me. My hookups went further when I found a Men's Gangbang group on CL. They were specifically looking for boys my age (18/19) to serve as bottom boys for a group of Men in their 50s. To me, this was a dream come true. Every few months, the group would meet, and I would be fucked by 7 or 8 older men. But, always with a condom. The groups organizer, Tom, always asked to go bare, and while his thick, 9 inch cock was always breeding my ass in my.dreams, I never got the courage to let him go in bare. With this gangbang group, you'd think a bottom boy would be satisfied, right? However, there was something missing. While I was getting fucked regularly by older Men, I felt that most were too passive, too nice, not assertive or verbal enough. I wanted a Man to take charge and use me as he pleased. These thought were swimming in my head one summer day when I got an email from a member of the Gangbang group. We will call him Steve. Steve was an older Man in the group who could not get an erection anymore but still attended the events to see the action (hey, he supplied the booze). He wanted to organize a gangbang with me at his apartment in the North End. He said he did not want to invite any members of the group, but rather, get random Men from CL to show up to his place and fuck my ass. I replied to him and eagerly said yes, reminding him that I wanted to still play safe and use condoms. He said of course and would be watching to make sure that the Men used protection. I also told him my desires for a strong ,verbal top. He too said he would put that in the ad. He said he would put the ad up and organize the gangbang in three days. A few days later, I have arrived at Haymarket MBTA station waiting for Steve to pick me up. "What am I thinking? Random Men? And I don't even know Steve that well! And I am getting in the car with him? What if he is a serial killer?" These thoughts rang through my head as an unassuming black sedan parked on the curb in front of me. "Brandon?" Steve said as he poked his head out of the car window. I sort of recognized him, as I had really only seen him when I was in the middle of sucking two sucks while simulatanoisly being fucked from behind. "Sir?" I said, my obedience flowing naturally. Without another word, I got into the front passenger side. As it was summer in Boston, it was brutally humid. I was wearing a gray t-shirt and green shorts, with a red jockstrap hidden beneath. Steve began to drive off and made small chit chat. We talked about the Sox, the weather, and the like. It was at this point, at at light, when Steve reached in my shorts with one hand and began to fondle my cock. As the light turned green and he drove, he continued. "You said you wanted an assertive man, huh?" He said with a certain, grandfatherly charm. Steve was harmless, and I let him touch me, if only out of pity. A fat, out of shape man in his sixties, he had been unable to get an erection for quite some time. After a minute or two, the fondling stopped, and within five minutes, we had arrived at Steve's place. A typical, triple decker apartment you find in any movie set in Boston, Steve lived alone in the entire place, there were no tenants currently. I followed Steve into his first floor apartment, a one bedroom apartment. Upon entering to my immediate left I could see a PC and a computer chair. The rest of the living room was carpeted in a weird purple color, with a huge wide area with no furniture at all. To the far right of the room led into the bathroom. I wasted no time getting naked. Now that I was here, I was excited! I could barely fold my clothes properly and place them in the corner near Steves computer. I stood there, 19 years young, smooth with a bubble butt, in front of Steve. "Brandon, would you mind if you give me a.blowjob?" Steve said rather directly. Out of pity, I acquised and tried my best. His two inch member was not a problem getting in my mouth and he lasted about five seconds before my mouth became filled with his cum. I looked at him, and swallowed. I try my best to be submissive. Steve rested for a moment before getting on his iPad. "I've been messaging all these men all day today. The first man is outside. The door in unlocked. I'll tell him to come in" After an awkward moment, the door was heard opening and a footsteps walking up the stairs. He walked in, his eyes lit up when he saw me in my ready position, my knees to the ground, face down, ass up. He was a man who looked to be in early to mid 40s, with orange hair wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt and blue shorts. Those quickly came off and he was quick to start eating my ass, something I never did but didn't mind if someone did it to me. It felt good but I had wished there was another cock to suck as this was going on. Gangbangs spoiled me. After a few minutes of rimming, I could hear the awkward ripping of the condom wrapper and the few second pause as he encased his cock. He lightly tapped his covered cock on my hole, and then slowly began to thrust in. As he fucked me, his thrusts got quicker and faster, until the familiar satisfied grunt and he collapsed on top of me for a moment, before taking the condom off, tossing it on the garbage can, getting dressed, and left the apartment. This continued six more times, with Men all doing the same thing basically. Enter, condom on, fuck me, condom in trash. Steve watched, enjoying it on his way I suppose. I started getting bored, even while I was getting fucked. My cock remained flaccid. "Where was the assertiveness? The aggressive, Dom top I had always wanted ?" I thought to myself. The sixth man had just deposited his cum-filled condom in the bin and left. I was considering making up an excuse to leave. "Another one coming, Brandon. DomTop617 is his screename. He wants you to answer the door, naked. That will be hot" For the first time, a butterfly flew in stomach. A small thing, answering the door, but I would be nude, in full view of a possible passerby. My cock began to quiver. I meekly walked down the stairs, the stairs feeling longer than before. The stairs were carpeted the same as the apartment. Though I was naked, the humidity was overwhelming as I opened the door. As soon as I answered the door a hand grabbed (pushed?) my face with such force that I spun around and fell.to my.knees on one of the bottom steps. My pale, white ass was exposed to this stranger. "Bitch, crawl up the stairs slowly " the stranger said. I did as I was told. Like I said, submissive. I slowly moved up the stairs on my knees, the stranger slapping my ass cherks hard a few times ,causing me to stop for a moment. The stranger moved slowly behind me. I made it up the stairs to Steves apartment. Steve sat there on his computer chair, stunned. I remained my knees but the stranger continued to slap my ass, this time harder. A strange thing was happening. My cock was starting to stiffen. Not completely. The slapping stopped. I felt the stranger stick two fingers in my asshole and felt around for a moment. He took them out and with his other hand grabbed me by the chin and stuck the ass-invading fingers in my mouth. "Suck, slut" After about ten seconds of me sucking his fingers , he let go, leaving me to.taste the aftertaste of my sweaty ass juices. He stood before me, about four feet away from me. He was white, in his late 50s. He had silver hair with hints of brown He wore blue jeans with a white sleeveless t-shirt. He wasnt conventionally muscular but muscular from years of hard manuel labor. Then he took out his cock. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his manhood, a cock of enormous width that looked like the width of my wrist. Exaggerating of course, but the length was of about 7 to 8 inches. It was spectacular. I don't know what came over me. I needed that cock. I wadded over on my knees and instinctively went to suck his cock. He then did the same thing when I answered the door, he pushed my face to the ground. "If you want this cock, you'll have to earn it". Part 2 coming soon

Author's Note: this story, and my other story that I just started called "Scotty's Treehouse," have been cooking in my mind for the past 3 years and it would be much easier and more interesting if I put these out at the same time. They are both based somewhat in Truth, one story where I live in the city just blocks from a gigantic Riverfront Cruise forest and not one but two adjacent City cruiseparks. And a giant bike trail and more woods and more Riverfront and more picnic tables and public rest rooms and more Twisted fukkin homo pigs lurking about in there. Fuk yeah! I am not the character daddy Paul and there is no treehouse in the riverfront home adjacent to the cruise forest. As for Tina, she is a real neighbor down the road from my trailer. Her trailer did burn down last year because her original husband died and she hooked up with this guy who was cooking meth and burned it down. The county sheriff was all over the case. It brought out a lot of hillbilly cookers there and I had no idea when I placed my small trailer there 6 years ago it was in the homo section Cruise Woods and a bunch of hillbilly dealers cookers and play pigs. Yeehaw! I am not at all making fun of the real Tina who is a great lady and has since replaced her trailer but I'm not sure if she's with the same guy anymore. She Bears no resemblance to the nutcase trailer Tina in the story. The link between the two stories is the character daddy Paul who is cousin of Tina and the trailer burning boyfriend AKA the The Crystal wizard. For the best spin you should read both stories as they come out chapter by chapter. Daddy Paul will be dragging Scotty, his newest stable whore slut out to Tina's lab, did I say lab? That is, new trailer, for favors and supplies and maybe put fukkin whore Scotty to work in those Cruise Woods, to earn his shit. This story begins with next entry, after some foggy production artwork.

This started off as a true story, then I decided to make it into my own fantasy. I have the rest of the story written and I’ll release it in parts. It gets darker, and darker... and darker. Been trying to slim it down for readability while keeping the sexual tension there. Let me know if you guys like the format. 🙂 Oh and feel free to message me with cock pics for inspiration. 😈

Well gentlemen, I got some unexpected news a bit ago. I fricking tested negative on my labs. Lesson, learned, don't depend on the home tests for results, they need to be verfied. So, our story now needs to take a twist and Tom and I have figured out a plan to rectify my status. As I try to base my story loosely around my own journey, you'll see a slight step back to align elements to the new unexpected situation. This chapter is a bit long and sets us up well for three branches to our storyline. First we will biuild the play room; with Tom's prison buddies helping to give a positive ending to the hiccup. Craig will definetly show up for a chance to expand my horizons. Finally, I've introduced a couple medical guys to guarantee I get it right. Sorry if its too long and lacks sex, but its intended to provide the background to plenty. Let me know if you'd prefer I start a new thread or just add more chapters to this one. ________________________________________________________ Part 16 At a traffic light I grab the phone and look at my schedule and realize I have an 9 AM appointment for full day physical exam. I had completely forgotten about it. When I first took the position, they told me a benefit was getting an extensive executive physical evaluation, but nothing would be shared with work. They just wanted me to stay on top of my health is all and it’s a benefit they give to all the upper management. I’d set it up the second day I was in Phoenix. Oh hell, I shrug and figure I should just get it done. I’ve got plenty of time and get to the clinic half an hour early. Sitting in the car, killing time, I decided to do some shopping online for the equipment Tom and I discussed. I find a company that pretty much has everything, and I order a heavy-duty extreme fuck bench, a wall mounted St. Andrews Cross, and the Bondage Bed with extensions for a sling. They even have matching nightstands for the bed and add them to the cart. Looking at my watch its now close to 9 so I go inside and find the clinic. I walk up to the desk, give my name and the receptionist tells me Todd will be right with me. Not 30 seconds and a guy in scrubs walks up to me, introducing himself as Todd who is my assigned nurse navigator for the day. He’s pretty hot looking, clearly works out and sports a nice bulge in his scrubs. We head to the back into a pretty extensive exam suite. We sit down at the table and Todd says that most of the day will take place here and goes over what appears to be a rather organized busy day. He says I’ll need to go down the hall for an Xray, CT Scan and then cardiac stress tests. Grabbing a tablet he goes over some basic information then says he’ll start by drawing blood. The lab here is pretty extensive I should get most of the routine results by the time I have my full exam by the physician. Speaking of, there is a knock on the door and coming in the room is another pretty good looking guy, and from the jacket and stethoscope, I figure it’s the physician. He firmly shakes my hand and introduces himself as Dr. Reynolds and explains I’ll be seeing him after Todd has finished and I get a series of X-rays and the CT-Scan. He says he’s reviewed my profile I sent in when scheduling the appointment and he goes through a list of things he’s ordered. As Dr. Reynolds leaves Todd turns to me and says, now for the lab work up. After taking the blood and urine to the lab, Todd comes back, sits down and then goes through a vast number of questions. Of course, I’ve told him I’m gay during the process and then he gets to the sexual health questions. I awkwardly share I usually have unprotected sex and haven’t been on PREP for a year when he asks. Todd seems unphased when I answer I’ve had more than 12 sexual partners in the past 6 months. After he asks my status, I share I’m HIV positive based upon an at home test I took. Asking about my lab results, I share that I’d been with a number of HIV positive guys and got pretty sick after a pretty intense weekend, so I didn’t see the point. With the move and everything I really hadn’t taken the time and I feel great. Todd states that he will need to get a rectal swab as well. I continue answering questions and after half an hour have shared my life story. Todd gives me a patient gown and walks me through the rectal swab and tells me change into the gown though I can leave on my underwear. I go uhm…I kind of forgot about the appointment, so I don’t have any on. His smile betrays him and becomes more of a grin. Todd says it’s no problem, but he will give me a towel to cover up if I feel the need and some scrub pants for the exercise tests. Luckily the gown is a wrap around so I’m not all that exposed as I come out of the rest room. We go over to the exam area where he does my weight, temperature and blood pressure. Todd then takes me to get my Xrays and CT and am gone for about an hour. Getting back to the exam room it is around 11:30 AM. Todd lays the table back and says I’ll need to remove the gown as he needs to hook up the EKG leads for a resting test and for the stress test later. With the gown open I’m naked and Todd seems to take his time applying the electodes and “accidently” brushes against my cock a couple times. I start to get slightly hard, smiling he covers my dick with a towel and d runs the EKG test. Todd tells me to sit in one of the chairs and relax while he gets Dr. Reynolds. About 5 minutes later I hear a knock and Dr. Reynolds comes back in the room. He goes over Todd’s notes asking a few clarifying questions about my history. He then says, well we’ve got most of your lab results back and with the exception of elevated cholesterol and triglycerides everything looks good. I do have some good news for you though, while you thought you were HIV positive the assays have all come back non-reactive meaning you are HIV negative. Clearly puzzled, I stammer, how is that possible? Dr. Reynolds explains that while home tests are good, they aren’t perfect and hence the instructions say to get lab tested for confirmation. I tell him about the flu I got not too long after a crazy weekend having sex with a couple guys who were positive and multiple guys since. He sets the folder down and then says, he won’t put this in my record but he looks deeply at me and states in 5 months and you had never got tested and had sex with multiple poz guys. Did I want to be HIV positive he asks? I told him how thinking I was positive was so liberating. I felt like a new person letting go of so much tension; enjoying life to its fullest. He looks at me and says, look bud, I’m gay too and completely understand but his professional recommendation is to get back on PREP, practice safe sex and get tested regularly. Sensing I’m not buying it, he then pulls out a pad, writes down a name and number and tells me, this guy specializes in treating men like me. With that he stands up and says, lets continue the exam on the exam table. Trying to get my head wrapped around finding out I’m negative; I slowly walk over to the table. I’m feeling a bit numb. Dr. Reynolds tells me to disrobe and hands me a towel as Todd has told him about the lack of underwear. He does all of the regular exam stuff; listening, poking, prodding which ends up being the most comprehensive exam I’ve ever had. He then tells me to lay back to do a testicular exam. I feel my cock start to tingle as he is examining it willing myself not to get hard. He pulls out the stirrups and helps me get my legs in. Spread wide, he checks my testicles for lumps and then says..ahmm when was the last time you had sex because your anus is a little distended. I laugh and said, I’m sorry I forgot about this appointment, and admit that I had sex this morning. He chuckles as he lubes his finger and then does a full prostate check. I get hard instantly and he says not to be embarrassed it happens pretty frequently. He pulls his finger out and comments that his finger is covered in pink ejaculate. He tells me he’s a bit worried I may be bleeding and hits a button and Todd quickly appears. Dr. Reynolds tells him to grab a speculum so he can visualize the interior of my anal canal for bleeding. He lubes it and inserts it. After looking around with a light, he says, nothing significate, just a couple small abrasions. You definitely need to get retested in 10 days though. He removes the speculum and Dr. Reynolds says everything looks pretty good. Todd eases me out of the stirrups and Dr. Reynolds tells Todd to clean me up a bit from the lube and tells me I can get dressed and grab something to eat in the café next door. We’ll do your stress tests and then wrap up. I’ll see you again at around 3 when you finish. I’ll have the rest of your results and will chat with the cardiologist who does the stress exam to see if there is anything to worry about. We should have you out of here by 3:30 or so. Todd spends some time cleaning my ass a cock which seems to be a bit longer and more thorough than I would have expected. And adds, that he works on Monday and every other Friday’s at Dr. Turner’s office, and the practice is very poz affirming and stresses I really should meet him. After I’m dressed, Todd escorts me out front and gives me a voucher for the café, telling me to be back around 12:45. Preoccupied in my thoughts I grab a salad, and after eating about half, frustrated, I get up and decide to take a walk outside. How the fuck am I negative and what are people going to think? After walking around I calm down and then head back inside. Todd has me change into scrubs and takes me to the stress testing area, helping the cardiologist and tech there. I’m hooked back up, get on the treadmill until I’m exhausted. We head back to the exam area and Todd offers me water and once I recover, has me get dressed again. As I come back out of the bathroom; he says, seriously dude Mondays or Friday, we can definitely help you and I’d enjoy being your…uh..nurse. With that he says he’ll get Dr. Reynolds and he’ll be right back. Dr. Reynolds comes in, gives a summary and says I’m really doing pretty well and goes through all of the details. He advises me to loose a few pounds, exercise a bit more and get back on PREP. I’ll get a full report in a couple of days to share with my physician. Todd escorts me back to the front and says he hopes to see me again soon. I’m still a bit astounded with the test results and the referral to this Dr. Turner. I need a diversion and figure I’ll head to one of the local adult stores to round out my purchases from this morning. I get to the car and notice it’s around 3:30. As I’m leaving the parking lot, my phone rings and glancing down see it’s Tom. I answer and he wants to know when I’ll be home as the guys can get to the house earlier around 6 and adds they have a plumber friend who is going to come along as well. I tell him I had an all day a physical I’d forgotten about but had just finished. Forgetting the past few hours, I laugh and share with him my online shopping adventure and that I really need a distraction so I was just heading over to The Castle Megastore to check out their collection of restraints and stuff before heading home. Laughing, he tells me he works just around the block from the place and can meet me there as he was just getting off work. Cool, I tell him and that I’ll be there 10 minutes or so. I pull into the parking lot and Tom greets me. He’s a relief to see and I pull him into a hug. He senses something is off but I tell him I’ll share later. So, what are you looking for, he asks? I tell him I wanted to check out restraints and stuff like that to go with the things I just got. Tom grabs a basket and takes me straight over to the leather rack where there is a quite an assortment. Clearly in control, he grabs a couple pairs of leg and arm restraints. He grabs a box that includes a ball gag, blindfold, collar, leash, wrists and ankle cuffs, a flexible slapper and hogtie connectors. Adding to this Tom grabs a leather sling/stirrups combo along with an assortment of rope, chains and other tie downs. He asks when the other stuff is being delivered, and I tell him 4-6 weeks. Damn, he says as he scans the store, grins and says well look at that. He goes over to the corner where they have a fuck bench with a fuck machine set up and as I start to say I already ordered the bench, he points out the bondage board. It has numerous tie down points with folds in four sections. A picture of how to partially fold to elevate the ass and another picture on how to completely fold up to place in a carry bag for easy transport. Yeah buddy, this will give us a very versatile tool we can use anywhere, and it’s even padded. On the way to the counter, he grabs a couple of tools he explains are used to arouse and create different sensations for a sub when restrained. He glances and see’s my cock is hard and grabs a quick feel. Only half joking Tom say that should do it for now, unless I want to get a fuck machine or an electro-stim unit which he grins would both be fun to play with. I laugh saying I think we’re good for now it looks like we have plenty to keep us busy. Tom dickers with the gal at the check-out counter and Tom is able to get a 18% discount. We load the stuff in my car and says he’ll be home shortly as he has a quick stop he needs to make. Tom gives me a kiss and hugs me tightly and tells me he knows something is bothering me and he’s there for me. Later, back at the house Tom shows me a drawing he came up with laying out the play space. We’re having a couple drinks and he pulls out a vape pen and tells me he picked some weed up and this should definitely help me relax. I’m feeling pretty good and ask him to tell me about the guys coming over. He asks if I remember him telling me about the two Cubans from prison that pozzed him. I do of course and he says well they ended up being friends and when they both got out were working with a cousin in construction in town. Tom says they are pretty cool, do good work, and hopes I don’t mind throwing some work at them. They are really stoked and after he told him what the room was for and what a pig I am learning to be they agreed to really low ball the price providing I’d give a good reference and they could help break me in. I take a deep hit and then share with Tom my day including the blood tinged cum the doctor found and the clinic referral he gave me. I’m kind of freaked how he’ll react but tell him about my negative test results. Tom looks at me and gets all serious and says, that means he’s been breeding a negative ass this past week. I say yes, not that I want to be negative and how disappointed I am. Tom gets a grin and says, well it’s no longer likely given the fucking we’ve done these last few days. With an evil, lustful look in his eyes says he now has a sacred duty to make sure he’s knocked me up. Proudly, he shares how amazing it will be for him to be my poz daddy. I look at him and tell him, I’d love that too. Just then the doorbell rings and I find myself eagerly looking forward to meeting Tom’s own daddies. Tom grabs the door and in come 3 Latino guys. All three are very well built, covered in tattoos and rough in a hot daddy kind of way. Tom introduces the first two guys, Geraldo and Rodolfo. These guys ooze testosterone. Geraldo around 35 or so is in cargo shirts and a t-shirt that show of his ripped torso and muscular legs while Rodolfo maybe 40 is in long kaki’s and a muscle shirt. Like his cousin, Rodolfo has a large muscular chest and a very prominent bulge. Vicente introduces himself but tells us to call him Vic and has on traditional blue dickies with his name on a patch. Vic isn’t quite as buff as the other two but at 6’4” is a commanding presence. He apologizes for them being hot and sweaty but they had been on a jobsite all day and hadn’t had a chance to clean up. Tom laughs and says, not to worry. We shake hands all around and I am definitely getting inspired by these guys. Tom grabs his sketched plan and leads the group out back and up to the storage space explaining what the plans are and how we want to use the space. We go down into the garage to check out the electrical panel and plumbing feeds and they readily agree the plan should work well, and make recommendations for heating, cooling and power needs. They are all quickly laughing and getting into how good the plan is and hope they will definitely get a chance to christen the space. Tom asks when they could get started and Vic says they could hammer a lot of it this weekend though ordering the HVAC will take a couple weeks, everything else they need is readily available. We head back down to the pool area and Tom offers the guys some beer and tells Geraldo and Rodolfo how good it is to see them. We’re making light conversation, and I comment to Vic, I’d not heard the name Vicente before as it usually has an “n” as in Vince. He laughs, well our grandmother was old school and made sure all of us ended up with Spanish names with strength behind them. Vicente means “Conqueror”. Rodolfo says yeah, mine means “Bold Wolf” and points at Geraldo and says, he’s “The Ruler with a Spear”. Tom adds and the spear is mighty big and toxic for sure. Tom looking at Vic and asks, what do you think it would cost adding that the two of us wil be able to do a lot of work as well? Vic does some mental calculations and says, well normally I’d say around $15,000 but know that given the nature of the job, we could work out a discount if you know, we could get some relaxation time along the way if you know what I mean. I look at Vic and say, well if you can make sure I’m conquered, impaled with his spear and bred like a dog, I will definitely appreciate it. Vic says, ok let’s make it $10,000 but you need to drop and service us daily. I say, drop it to $7,500 and I’ll let you guys poz me. I just got test results back and I’m not happy being negative so, I’ll give you an incentive as well. Vic tells me we have a deal and why don’t we get started on the incentive discount now.

Left about 20 minutes ago... then had to run outdoors and cut and edge the lawn before it rains. That's about the happiest lawn mowing experience i've ever had. my FB... idk, i think he may have a thing for me, He bred me every day last week when i wasn't working. He's wanted to breed me on work days too, but after 13 shifts i'm worthless. He on the other hand will work all day doing heavy construction, come over and fuck me like a wild beast, then go a lift weights for 2 hours afterwards. We've definitely morphed over 5 years of 3-5x a week sex. It's the longest ive ever had a FB, and it never gets old. He's so verbal when i'm doing oral on Him, totally keeps me ramped up with His obvious pleasure, then always finishes with breeding my ass... and damn, He's soooooo good. Mysteriously quiet when He's fucking, though His hands and kisses on my back communicate a lot. Pretty sure i'm pregnant.

Both their bladders empty the two men left Mike in the sling. He lay there panting, licking the acid taste of fresh piss from his lips. Sir finally pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to his boy. He smiled taking in his changed body. His nipples slowly becoming meatier and more sensitive from frequent stimulation and the stout barbell piercing Mike had picked out for himself. His locked cock, still tucked in a now soaked jockstrap, leaked precum like a broken tap that never fully turned off. Mike’s jaw hung slightly slack, a glazed look of contentedness plastered across his face. He’d been fucked into oblivion and loved every second of it. Silently, Sir stepped between the boy’s legs and ran a finger across his slick hole. It slid in easily. Mike moaned lightly. Sir added another, and another, till all four of his thick fingers were twisting in and out of Mike. God his hole had been destroyed. That first day Mike had almost been too tight to take Sir’s cock, now he easily took all four of his fingers to the knuckle. Sir bent in his thumb, made his hand into a spear and pressed. All the cum in Mike ass lubed up his invading digits perfectly. Mike moaned. Sir pressed forward. “Open up my cunt,” Mike said breathlessly. Sir smiled down at his boy. His hole really was a cunt now. After just a few week’s this boy’s hole had gone from a tight safe only almost virgin college jock’s hole to the cunt of a cum hungry sub pig slut. What would it be like after months of use? Of years. Sir grinned wickedly, and pressed his hand forward. Mike stood nervously at the front door of the address Sir had given him. What was he doing here? On Sir’s instructions he’d walked out of the house, followed his maps app across campus to a random residential street and was now standing awkwardly in front of an unassuming Craftsman house. What was he doing here, he wondered again. He’d woken up with an ass full of cum, been so turned on by that cum leaking out of him that he’d sucked off his straight teammate and swallowed his load, and then gotten bred again by Sir. He’d begged Sir to breed him. “Use my cumdump hole,” he’d said. Now he was at some stranger’s house with no information about him and he was actually considering knocking. He was considering that, wasn’t he, he asked himself. Even though he knew it that if he knocked he almost certainly wouldn’t be leaving this house till he had this stranger’s load in his ass too. His hole twitched. He licked his lips, thinking about Brad’s load going down his throat and how even as he’d swallowed it he’d wished it had gone in his ass. He’d wanted another load in his ass so badly he’d immediately begged Sir… he was spiraling. Even as it was happening he sensed it. He was trying to avoid the truth. The truth that even though he’d just been fucked full of cum by Sir, he wanted more. The truth that he was turned on by the fact that he didn’t know who was waiting on the other side of that door. Sir had told him to come here and he wanted to make Sir happy, that was all that mattered. The truth that he felt hotter and more sexy than he had in his entire life with an ass full of cum being pimped out by Sir. The truth that he was more turned on than he’d ever been before. Mike knocked on the door. The door opened almost immediately as is the man who opened it had been standing there waiting. Mike was embarrassed thinking that this man had been watching his stand there wracked with indecision for as long as he had. “Um… I’m supposed to tell you that Jake sent me.” Mike blurted out. “I figured, come on in boy.” The man said stepping aside to let him in. Nervously Mike stepped in the door. The man closed the door behind him and gave Mike a wide smile. Probably in his early forties, he was taller than Mike by several inches. He had a handsome lean face. He was nowhere near as large and muscular as Sir, but still had an obviously athletic build. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt with thick curls of hair peeping over the collar. “My name’s Wolf,” he said, holding out a hand. A little confused at the formality Mike stuttered for a second before taking the man’s hand and replying, “I’m Mike.” “But that’s not what your Sir calls you is it?” “No…” “No… what does he call you?” “He calls me boy.” “Is that all?” “No. He calls me Good Boy, and um… he calls me faggot and slut and cumdump.” “Good,” Wolf took a step closer to Mike closing some of the distance between them. “He told me you’re new. That you’re just discovering your slutty side and could use a little breaking in.” “I…I guess you could say that.” “I like breaking in boys. Opening them up. Its one of my favorite things to do.” He was even closer to Mike now, his eyes never leaving Mike’s. “Do you want me to open you up?” “Yes.” Mike replied breathlessly. “Follow me.” Wolf broke their eye contact for the first time and moved quickly around Mike. Mike was breathless. His cock was hard as a rock in his pants and he could feel his hole puckering. Wolf led the boy to the back of the house, through a nice living room and kitchen, down a small hallway and into what should be the back bedroom. Except there was no bed in this room. In the middle of the room stood a sling above which was a large mirror. The floor was black almost like rubber. The walls were dark, and all of the lighting was in shades of red. Mike’s breath caught in his throat. This was a sex room like he’d never imagined existed in real life. “You like my playroom? I know, it can be a little overwhelming at first. But… I think, with what a good little slut Jake says you’re becoming that you’re going to be spending a lot of time here. Go on, get comfortable. Take off your clothes.” Mike swallowed hard and did as he was told. He pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts and after a second’s hesitation took off his briefs. He put his clothes in a pile next to the door and stood naked in front of the still clothed Wolf. The older man smiled, taking in Mike’s lean fit frame, the smattering of hair between his pecs, his flat stomach, thick bush, and throbbing dick. The boy’s body was excited, even if his mind was nervous. “I can see why Jake like’s you,” he said stepping up to Mike and running his hand along the boy’s torso. “You’re a sexy little fuck.” “Thank you, Sir.” “No, I’m not your Sir. That’s Jake’s title. You’ll call me Mr. Wolf, or Alpha. Understood.” “Yes… Yes Mr. Wolf.” “Good boy. Now, let’s get you in that sling pup and see what you’re working with.” Wolf grasped Mike by both of his shoulders, spun him around and walked him backwards towards the sling. He felt the leather seat bounce against his ass, then he was knocked backwards. He tumbled back into the saddle. Wolf gave him another shove getting the boy situated in the middle of the sling. Mike looked up at himself in the mirrored ceiling. He looked at himself without recognition for a moment. Surly the boy laying in a sling with his legs willingly raised into the air couldn’t be him. He was a good kid, careful and intentional. He didn’t let himself get caught up in things. Yet, that wasn’t true anymore. He was becoming impulsive, acting on his most hedonistic thoughts. He was being led by his hormones. It was him. There was no denying it. He was the one laying in the sling, looking at himself in a mirrored ceiling while a man, twenty years his senior and still fully dressed, strapped cuffs around his ankles and wrists. He watched Mr. Wolf clip the cuffs on his appendages to the chains of the sling, making it impossible for him to escape what was coming. Would he even want to escape though he wondered? Even if he hadn’t fully thought it through on the way over he’d come here wanting to get fucked. He’d known that was where this was going. There was no other reason Sir would send him to another man’s house. He’d come here without questioning it. Sir had told him to and he’d obeyed because he wanted it. He’d wanted to end up strapped into this sling with his hole presented to this strange man. Wolf smiled down at his new play thing. Fuck, Jake really does know how to pick them, he thought. Look at this sexy fucking college jock just desperate for cock. He remembered being twenty-one and discovering the joys of gay sex. He hadn’t taken to it like Mike had though. It had been years before he’d learned what a pig he really was. He was almost envious of the boy. He wasn’t going to waste years on vanilla sex. He was going to leave college with a degree and a cunt men would beg to fuck. “That’s better,” Mr Wolf said. “You look so fucking sexy splayed out like that for me boy.” “I feel so slutty,” Mike said, with a big grin on your face. “Feel? Pup you’ve got a load leaking out of your tight little hole and you came over to a stranger’s house to get fucked again. You are slutty.” Mike blushed but said, “Thank you Mr. Wolf.” “I’m going to do more than just fuck you though.” Wolf said, finally pulling his shirt off and revealing a lean fur covered torso. “Don’t get me wrong, I like breeding a warm ass as much as the next guy,” he shoved his pants to the ground and kicked them to the side. Wearing only a full looking jock now he stepped between Mike’s legs. “But I prefer taking my time and turning a hole,” he rubbed Mike’s pucker, “into a wet, loose, sloppy hole before I get my cock inside it.” He pushed a finger into Mike, the boy moaned his eyes drifting closed. “You’ve got a nice hole, there’s no denying that, but it’s new, still tight and clinging.” He slipped another finger in. “It needs training.” Mike moaned again. “Do you want that pup? You want me to train your hole? You want me to open you up? Jake’s done a good job of priming you but we can take this hole so much further. Is that what you want?” “Oh fuck yes!” “No, no. You know better. You have to tell me what you want.” “I want you to open my hole Mr. Wolf! I want you to train me! Open me up till I’ve got a hole you want to fuck!” “Good Boy. I hope you’re ready for it. Let’s open you up.” Mr. Wolf stepped away, moving out of Mike’s eye line. He heard him moving around, heard the snap of buckles and the unmistakable sound of lube slathering over something. Then Wolf reappeared. Mike’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. Wolf was still wearing his jockstrap, his cock hidden from view, but buckled in front of it was a strange contraption that held a thick monstrous looking dildo where is dick should be. Mike looked at the toy in shock. It was bright red, with a pointed tip that quickly swelled into a bulbous head. It then nipped in again before flaring into a girthy veined shaft. The base however was the most shocking part. About two thirds down the shaft was another wide bulb, almost double the girth of the head, that then quickly tapered down to a narrower shaft. There was no way Mr. Wolf was expecting to get that all inside his ass Mike thought, or was he? “Before you get my load,” Mr. Wolf said, “You’re going to learn to take my wolf cock completely. Most people assume I got my nickname Wolf for being hairy as a bear but too skinny to really be one.” He shook the strap on at Mike. “I got the name because I love fucking a boy till I’m knotted deep inside him. Don’t worry. I’m starting you out with my smallest knot. After you’re able to take this knot I’ll train you for the big ones.” “You’re… you’re going to put that in my ass?” Mike stammered. Mr. Wolf laughed, “I’m going to do more than that pup. I’m going to fuck your hole till my knot’s sliding in and out of your dripping pussy.” “I don’t… I don’t know if I can…” “Oh you’ll take it. Don’t worry.” Mr. Wolf moved between Mike’s legs and smiled his slightly overlong canine teeth glinting. He really does look like a hungry wolf, Mike thought. “Alright pup,” Mr. Wolf said. “I’m going to take it nice and slow, but you don’t get my load till you’ve taken this knot. Understood?” “Yes Alpha,” Mike said, suddenly feeling that honorific was more appropriate. “Good pup. You’ll be a nice little sub for Jake, and a good slutty beta pup for me, won’t you?” “Yes Alpha!” Wolf grinned and licked his chops. This was going to be fun. He slathered some more lube onto the head of his wolf cock and lined up the tip with Mike’s cummy pucker. The boy tensed as the cold plastic touched his skin. “Relax pup. That’s just the tip.” Mike took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. As he breather out his hole relaxed and the first inch of the silicone cock slid inside him. “Good pup. That’s it. Let me in.” “Holy shit.” Mike panted feeling more and more of Wolf’s strap on press inside of him. “Open your eyes pup. Look at me. Look at me. Right here.” Mike blinked, dragging his eyes from the mirrored ceiling where he was watching the red cock invade his still too tight hole, and looked Wolf in the eyes. “You can do this. You’re going to do this. I want you to focus on something else. Don’t think about how big my wolf cock is, or that you’re scared of my knot. Those being inside you are inevitabilities. Worrying if you can handle it isn’t going to change anything. Jake told me you were so horny after the first time he fucked you you dreamed about getting bred. You wanted it so bad you came in your sleep.” “Fuck… that’s so embarrassing.” Mike said blushing. “No its not. That’s you mind, your subconscious, helping you realize what you really want. I bet that wasn’t the last time you dreamed about getting bred is it? I bet last night, with another hot load fresh in your hole, you dreamed about it again didn’t you?” “Yes… It was… It was all I could think about when I got home from Sir’s.” “Good. Tell me more. Tell me about that dream. Tell me about your fantasies. What have you been imagining. I know you have been. I bet you got home last night, with Jake’s load deep inside you, and just lay there thinking about raw cock deep in your hole.” “I…” “Go on pup.” Wolf rocked back and forth sliding just the head of the wolf cock in and out of Mike’s hole. “I told myself I didn’t want it,” Mike started, “But… but I did. It was a lie. I thought that guys like me didn’t fuck raw. It just wasn’t something that we did, but I had. I’d been fucked raw. I’d let Sir cum inside me. He’d gotten me to say things… to admit thing.” “What kind of things pup?” “That I wanted him to cum inside me. That it made me feel like a slut and I liked that. I begged him for his load that first time. It turned me on so much to have him inside me raw. It felt so good I came without even touching myself. I wasn’t even totally hard. He fucked the cum out of me. Then I was scared and nervous but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It turned me on so much. I tried to ignore it but that was impossible.” Mike was on a role now. He didn’t notice Wolf pressing forward and working the first part of the shaft inside him. “His cum… it came… It leaked out of me the next day. It was so hot to see the load that had been inside me. I jerked off with my underwear soaked in his cum on my face. That night I dreamed about Sir fucking me. I dreamed that he fucked me over and over again till my hole was a loose sloppy mess. I woke up covered in cum. I didn’t even shower. I messaged Sir right away and a I took his load again that day.” “Was it different the second time? Was it different going there knowing what was going to happen? That you were going to a man’s house to get bred by him.” He rocked his hips forward fucking the first half of his wolf dick into the boy’s greedy hole. “I was nervous, but it was… it was freeing too. It felts so good taking his load… I was desperate to do it again.” “It was more than that though. You could get any man to fuck you. You could get any man to breed your sweet college boy hole… Why Jake?” “He… there’s something about him. He has some… He has a power over me. Its not just how good it feels to take his load… I want… I want to make him feel good. I want to submit to him. He makes me want to submit.” “That’s it pup. Keep going.” “The second time he said… something like… he said, ‘Let’s turn this hole into a proper pussy.’ Then he said, ‘nice college boy’s don’t have pussies, they have tight college boy holes. Only cumdumps, fags, sub pigs have pussies’. I didn’t know that… I’d never thought of myself as anything but a good college boy before, but when he said it… when he said that if I got my hole fucked into a pussy I wouldn’t be a nice college boy… I didn’t want to be one any more. I wanted to be his fag. I wanted him to use me as a cumdump. I wanted to be his sub. He called me a Good Boy and that made me want it even more. I want to be a Good Boy. “He made me say it. He made me beg him. He made me say that I was a cum hungry faggot. That I wanted him to make me his cumdump. I wanted him to breed my hole till it was a leaking cum filled pussy. I begged him over and over till he finally filled me with cum. I felt guilty again… sort of… after I got home. I was conflicted about what I’d said and what I thought I had been. I tried…well… it didn’t last long… but I tried to pretend that I hadn’t meant what I said. That it had been a heat of the moment thing. That wasn’t true though. I’d known as I said it that I was finally speaking the truth.” “What truth?” Wolf was fucking Mike’s hole slowly, pushing just a little more of the wolf dick into him with each thrust. “I am a faggot cumdump. I’m a pig. I’m a sub boy. At least I hope to be. I know I need more…more training before I can really be, but I want to be trained. I want to be opened up and stretched. I want boy for Sir, and a good beta pup for you. I wanna be a slut that other men use. This morning… Sir’s load leaked out of me at the gym. I ate it off my fingers in the bathroom… and then I was so turned on that when a straight friend of mine was telling me about how his girlfriend wasn’t putting out I offered to blow him. We went up to his room. Neither of us got undressed. He just closed his eyes and I sucked him off till he blew his load. It was so hot. I just wished I could have gotten him to fuck me. I wish his load had gone in my ass instead. I texted Sir immediately after. I went to his house and he bred me against the door. He used me like the slut that I am.” “And then he sent you to me for pussification.” “Yes Alpha!” “Good boy. Good pup. Look up in the mirror. Look how much of my wolf cock you’ve got in you.” “Holy shit!” Mike gasped. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Two thirds of the red silicone cock were buried inside him and the wide knot was pressing against his hole. “You see. I told you. Your hole is capable of more than you think it is. You just have to get out of your own way.” “I can’t… I cant believe it. Fuck! It feels so good Alpha. You wolf cock feels so good opening me up. Fuck!” “I know pup. Savor that. Focus on how good it feels. You want to feel like that more don’t you beta?” “Oh fuck yes. I want to be open like this all the time. I can’t stop thinking about getting fucked. I don’t just want to suck off one of my teammates. I want to be the team’s cock sucker. I want to be kneeling on the floor of the locker room as they take turns using my mouth. Or even better my hole. Just ass up on a bench as they all use me.” “You want a room full of men to breed you?” “Fuck yes! I want to put the new pussy I’m making to good use. I want to be so full of cum its just leaks out of me.” “That’s it pup, go into that fantasy. Tell your Alpha what you want. Tell me about the sub boy faggot beta you dream of being.” Quietly he started to push forward with the knot, slowly stretching Mike’s hole as the boy dreamed. “I wish my whole life could be about sex and making men feel good. Sending every day serving Sir and you… and anyone else. Sir would tell me to go places… like he did today… and there would be some friend of his, some guy who needed to get off. They would just use me like a slut. My team makes know… they fuck me when they want. Sir’s friends use me when they want. You use me when you want. You open me up and train my hole. You open me up so much that your whole wolf cock just slides inside me like its nothing. I can bounce up and down on it all day. Making my hole nice and sloppy for you to breed. Making my hole into the perfect cunt for my Alpha to fuck.” “Good pup. You’re a good little slut. Look up in the mirror again. You fucking did it pup.” “What?” Mike gasped. He’s felt himself stretching, felt his second hole open, but he hadn’t realized. He’d taken it. He’d taken Alpha’s wolf cock inside him. He was knotted. His hole had expended wide and then loosely closed around the shaft again. “Oh my god.” “You’ve got my knot inside you. How do you feel?” “So fucking good! Holy shit! I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I took that fucking knot. It didn’t hurt at all.” “That’s because youre a little fucking faggot,” Wolf said with an evil smile. “Your hole was made to take cock, even wolf cock. You long to have this little college boy hole stretched out into a big sloppy cunt, you told me yourself. So why wouldn’t you be able to open up and take me.” Wolf pulled back the knot slowly stretching Mike’s hole as he watched in the mirror. His ring clung to the widening shaft and then suddenly the knot burst out of him with a wet pop. Mike moaned. It felt amazing. His hole felt sloppy and wet. Wolf pushed forward again. This time Mike watched the knot disappear inside him. Precum streamed from his cock. He groaned. His head crashing back onto the sling. “Fucking ruin me,” he panted as Wolf started to fuck the knot in and out of him. “Fucking sloppy hole.” Wolf growled as he hammered into the boy. “Fuck yes. I’m going to make this hole it a big loose sloppy fucking cunt. A few weeks and you’ll be taking my fucking fist. Do you want that boy? Do you want my hand inside your guts?” “Fuck yes! Wreck my hole! Please Alpha! Remake my hole! Turn me into the perfect sub beta pup cunt!” “Jake’s going to love your fucking hole. He’ll never have to warm you up again when I’m done with you. He’ll just spit on your cunt and slide right inside. Is that what you want boy?” “Fuck yes! Please!” “Fuck! I cant wait any longer. I’ve got to get my cock inside your sloppy hole!” Wolf slammed forward till the knot was fully inside Mike’s hole. Then he unbuckled the straps from his waste leaving the dildo lodged in Mike’s ass. He stepped back for a moment and Mike craned his head to see Wolf’s cock finally be revealed. He pushed off the now precum and lube soaked jock letting his dick spring up. It wasn’t obscenely long, but it was fat. Thick around as a can of soda, and sporting a big blunt head. Mike’s eyes grew wide and smile spread across his lips. “Fuck yes. Shove that fat cock in me.” He said hungrily. “As you wish pup.” In one swift movement he pulled the dildo out of Mike’s hole, dropping it on the ground, and slammed his real cock deep inside the boy. Mike groaned, somehow Wolf’s cock felt even fatter than the knot that had just been inside him. Wolf immediately started to hammer his cock into Mike. He used the motion of the sling to sink his cock into the boy over and over. They were both grunting and panting. Sweat dripped off of them. The room stunk of sweat and lube. Mike’s eyes had glazed over. His face was a picture of blank contentment. Wolf had seen this look in boy’s eyes before. He’d given himself over to his cock lust. He’s whole world had shrunk to just the pleasure he was getting from the cock slamming into his hole. He was getting close. Wolf knew he wouldn’t last long now. That didn’t matter. He’d done what he’d wanted to do, what Jake had asked him to do. He’d broken the boy down just that little bit more. He’d gotten Mike to admit how much he loved servicing men, not just Jake. He’d gotten Mike to beg to be used and abused. He’d shown Mike just want his hole could become, and how good it would feel. He growled, first low in his chest, then slowly rising. His face turned red from the effort of holding back his orgasm. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t hold it back any longer. As a howl burst from his mouth his balls contracted and his cock throbbed. Mike gave a contented sigh. He knew what was happening. He felt the warmth spreading into his guts as Wolf unloaded inside him. Bliss filled his mind blotting everything else out. He was lost in the pleasure of another man’s orgasm. Cum dripped from the end of his own cock, but he didn’t think much about it. He was getting more pleasure from the cock cuming inside him than he ever had from his own. As Wolf’s orgasm subsided, and his breathing slowed to a pant, he looked down at the boy. Mike smiled at him, a big shit eating grin, and said, “Thank you Alpha. Thank you for making me your beta pup as well as Sir’s boy.” “You’re welcome pup.” Wolf said, and for the first time, kissed Mike.

Part IV: Moses’ Plan “You want this, don’t you, baby brother?” Cole’s breathing is ragged, skin flushed, still bent over the couch. Nico pulls out slow, like he’s reluctant to let go. His cock slips free with a wet sound—a slick, messy echo of how deep he’d been. Spit and sweat cling to the open swell of Cole’s hole, glistening under the low light. It wasn’t just sex. It was a handoff. Cole shudders. His back arches just slightly, and his thighs tremble. I’m still standing beside him. Watching. Cole tries to move—shifts like he’s going to push himself upright, maybe find a blanket, maybe pretend this didn’t happen. “No,” I say quietly. He freezes. “Stay.” My voice is calm. Not a bark. Not a command. Just final. Cole slowly sinks back down, palms flat against the cushion, body slack and waiting. His head drops a little, like he’s embarrassed—or maybe just floating. Either way, he obeys. Good. I step back finally, circling around, grabbing the chair again and sinking into it like a man settling in for a show that’s only just started. My hand finds the pipe again—habit—and I flick the torch once, then let it die. Not yet. I look at Nico. He hasn’t said shit. Still catching his breath, but I can feel him watching me. Watching us. Guilt in his eyes, but also heat. He knows I’m taking over now. He knows he’s already out of this dynamic. I look back at Cole. He’s still slumped forward, holes twitching, chest rising and falling like he just ran ten miles barefoot. But there’s a stillness in him now—like he’s waiting for someone to decide what happens next. So I do. “Nico,” I say without looking at him, “did you give him anything?” There’s a beat. Then Nico answers, voice tight. “G. Just G. I measured it.” I measured it—I thought mockingly. As if I care. My eyes drop to Cole again. His body is loose, lips parted, eyes heavy. I clock the microtwitches. The way his fingers dig into the couch. The lag in his blinking. Yeah. He’s on it. “You took G?” I ask him directly. He nods once. “First time?” Another nod. “How much?” “Only a little,” Cole replies. Liar. But I’ll let it slide—for now. “Did you smoke any T?” Cole hesitates. Then, quieter than before: “Yes. But tonight was my first time with that too.” I glance at Nico. He doesn’t react. Two liars. That tells me everything. “Come here,” I say. Cole shifts—starts to get up, one leg moving under him, weight shifting onto his foot like he’s going to stand— “No,” I say again. Sharper this time. “On all fours.” His eyes flick to mine, wide for a second. Then, slowly, he lowers back down. Curls his fingers against the floor. Crawls. And fuck, it’s good. The sight of him moving like that—post-fuck, half-high, obedient—is better than any hit I’ve taken tonight. When he reaches me, I let the silence linger. He kneels in front of me. Legs parted slightly, body swaying. Sweat slicks his chest. His cock’s soft now, but twitching. Still needy. I reach out and tilt his chin up. Two fingers under his jaw. “You feel good?” He nods. I wipe a smear of spit from his bottom lip with my thumb. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even blink. “How high are you?” He breathes out. “I don’t know.” I smile, just slightly. “You’re about to find out.” His throat works, swallowing that. Good. Behind me, Nico doesn’t move. He’s just watching now—silent, hands in his lap, mouth drawn tight. Maybe regretting what he started. Or maybe just jealous I’m doing it better. I reach for the pipe—holding it up where Cole can see. His mouth opens—lips parted, eyes soft, expecting me to raise the pipe to his mouth like it’s medicine. Like I’m here to take care of him. I click my tongue, smirk, and hold his eyes—half scold, half praise. This tells me everything I need to know about how Nico’s been treating him. Like he still deserves gentleness. But I’m not Nico. I’m not afraid to break him. “You want more?” Cole nods again. Quicker this time. I raise an eyebrow. “Then beg, faggot.”

—Since folks around here are upping the ante with hot stories (looking at you, @Ultraviolence) I forced myself to finish this next installment of Timmy and his initiation into the Brotherhood. — Snake and Bull Training Jerome Williams and Pedro Gonzalez arrived at the penthouse’s garage within minutes of each other. Jerome was equal in height to Dimitri but vastly different in build. Jerome was lean and muscular, his limbs—especially his arms—were long. He had big pecs and biceps but everything about him looked balanced. Starting right above his shapely, muscular ass, in the tight valley of his back began a tattoo of a python, its gorgeous diamond pattern of black, yellow, and pearly white scales wrapping around the back of his neck and across his bulging pecs, ending right in the space between his navel and cock. The tongue of the snake was out and wrapped around a toxic waste tattoo. His cock was as beautiful as the rest of him, with a tapered head. It was long and almost perfectly round, nearly thirteen inches like Dimitri, but less thick, at seven fat inches around. He was one of the member of the group with major deep fisting fetish, and wasn’t content until his long shapely arms were buried to the elbow in male ass. Pedro was built opposite. First of all, he was much shorter—five feet seven inches—and extremely broad. He had big shoulders and truly huge biceps and arms resting on big bones. His stomach was flat and hard, and while no individual plates of muscle showed, there was the little doubt he was a powerful man. Despite representing the largest animal of their chapter—the Bull—his tattoo was the smallest. It was perfectly rendered on his big, shelf-like left pec, with realistic-looking fur. The bull was shown in the desafío position, his hoof raised as if stomping the ground, ready to charge. Between the bulls horns was a complex tattoo of a pentagram of black overlaying a blood red symbol for toxic waste. He’d been a true bear, before his initiation, and his whole body now screamed muscle bear. He had a massive cock. Very dark against his light coffee Latino skin, the cock was curved, hard or soft, with a fat uncut head and long foreskin. It was essentially triangular, getting thicker and thicker down its immense shaft, the vein running along the bottom several inches away from his naval. fifteen inches of hard length ending in nine inches of girth. Like Conrad’s cock, it was a punisher and stretcher, and to resist him was futile. He was the meanest, nastiest, top in the entire group, merciless and cruel, loving to slam his big cock and big fists into hole until men wept. He was also worshipped by nearly every man he fucked, and men—even the ones he’d left broken and weeping—begged him to let them serve him again. Jerome and Pedro found Dimitri and Conrad in the vast kitchen, seated on leather stools at the marble bar, eating a light meal. Jerome almost laughed aloud at what they were wearing, snowy white French terry robes with their animal symbols beautifully monogrammed on the right breast. For all the ways their personalities were the polar opposite of the snobby stereotype, so often the two were quintessential a-listers. All the men in their circle had lots of money—after a tattoo appeared, every business endeavor and investment a man engaged in prospered—only these two came from old money. After cheek kisses all around, Dimitri spoke, “My new boy is asleep in the green bedroom. You’re welcome to him for as long as you like. Try to remember he was a virgin just yesterday.” In the style of long-married couples, Conrad cut in, “But he does thrill to rough use, he’s a natural bottom pig, and he took to hard fucking, stretching and fisting like a goddam pro.” Now Dimitri, “He’s got one of the sweetest holes your pole will ever plunder, his hole caresses your cock like a seasoned slut, and if your companion comes to play, it will be almost as amazing an orgasm as temple sex.” Pedro grinned, already squeezing his throbbing monster, said excitedly, “Let’s go then, I need to fuck.” So the two tops went to get the boy. Timmy stayed asleep even after they carried him to the smaller of the two dungeon rooms. They put him in a red jock, and placed him in a sling and still he slept. They then gathered a few supplies to have close, vials and vials of crushed crystal, a bowl of rocks, two pipes. When Pedro went to open the point drawer, it was locked and a sticky note said, “My boy, my first point.” Pedro grinned—maybe Conrad was right, and this boy was the One for Dimitri—and just grabbed a half dozen more vials of finely crushed Tina. After all,there was more than one way to send a boypussy into the stratosphere. Then he and Jerome started smoking, admiring the eighteen year old and feeling all over his perfect small body. Timmy finally awoke when Jerome yanked the plug out, giving them their first view of the boys puffy hole. Timmy was disoriented at first, fuzzy from the pill, and then he looked a little frightened. But as his eyes began to take in the two hot men he began to smile. And when he saw their big cock, raging now with desire, he started touching himself all over. Pedro smiled and leaned in, and gave the boy a passionate kiss. Then Jerome did the same, his hands lingering on the boys perfectly defined biceps. Jerome then spoke—they both knew he was the least threatening between them—“Hello hot boy, I’m Jerome and this is Pedro. We’re good friends of your Daddy Dimitri and your Daddy Conrad, and they thought we could have a lot of fun together.” The men moved to each side of the twink who, as if on autopilot, reached out and started stroking their cocks, one meaty pole in each of his hands. Soon the vibe changed and it was clear this was not a session about love making,but about hard pig sex. The top men put a wide collar trimmed in red and yellow around Timmy’ neck and cuffs at his ankles and wrists. They led him over to a peg-board covered wall and had him sit down. They then attached his wrists to the wall, wrapped a half loop of leather around his chest and attached that to the wall. They then attached the collar to the wall with just enough play for the boy to look straight up. Jerome started the throat-fucking, feeding the boy poppers as he fed him his long tube of hard black flesh. He started slow and then accelerated his pace, slapping the boy any time he felt teeth. Timmy was an eager learner, and he struggled, but he kept his eyes on his dom valiantly. Jerome got his tube nearly three-quarters of the way down the kids wet throat, fucking in and out as the boy gagged and sputtered. Then Pedro took over, and he just walked up, gave the boy several hits of poppers, pulled the kids mouth open with his thick digits, and started throat fucking. In between several-minute-long sessions of hard throat use, he’d popper the boy up, direct him to say “ah,” and push and push until the kid choked and the huge thick meat slid into his throat and blocked his air. Pedro would take him to the point of passing out, and he’d take mercy and Timmy would gasp for air. They kept this up for almost an hour, tag teaming the boy. Timmy took them both deeper, but, as they expected, he still had a ways to go. His cock had grown hard, and was dripping wet but he was exhausted. Conrad was right,” Pedro smirked, slapping the kids face lightly, “You like to be dominated, don’t you.” Timmy just smiled dreamily and said, hoarse from the extended throat abuse, “Yes, sir.” They unhooked him from the wall and placed him on a fuck bench, attaching his wrists and ankles to the thing. Timmy immediately arched his back, “Please daddies, fuck me. I need cock, my hole is so hungry.” Jerome adjusted the height of the bench so the boys puffy hole was lined up perfectly with his big cock. He dumped unlaced lube into the boy and slicked up his cock. “We’re going to test how much of a pussy hole you really are now, no drugs and no poppers,” Jerome said. Timmy just put his head down submissively and arched his back more. Jerome slid in, neither fast nor slow, and he kept sliding until his thirteen thick inches were buried. Timmy had stayed relaxed until the big head pushed at his second ring, and Jerome had ordered him push out. However, the minute the tapered head was in and his shaft began to go in, Timmy went rigid, and cried “How fuck daddy, so big, so sore.” Pedro smiled and knelt down and said the boy, “You’ll get plenty of drugs to help you in a bit,” Pedro said to the boy, stroking his black curls, “We like to fuck sore hole, so you may as well give to us or we’ll just take it anyway.” Jerome then slid in as Timmy whimpered. He began fucking the boy, not rough or hard yet. Instead, he just pounded as the boy groaned and moaned and made little sighs first of pain but then of increasing pleasure as his hole loosened. When that happened, Jerome increased the intensity of his fuck and began stretching the boy, as he’d need it before he took Jerome’s monster. The boy milked and suckled on the big rod, pushing out as Jerome went in and then grabbing tight as Jerome’s fucktube reappeared. “Fuck boy,” Jerome said, “You’ve got a sweet hole.” Jerome pounded him for about fourty-five minutes until Pedro became impatient and started slicking up his big curved monster. Jerome slid out and Pedro lowered the boy to a better height for Jerome’s stature and slid in. The minute the head pushed into him, Timmy went rigid and silent, but he kept his back arched. It was clear the boys’s mind wanted to feel the big cock inside him but his body was trying to say no. Pedro just kept going, the kid did a good job pushing out but the second ring was tough going and Timmy started breathing hard and began to cry out. Pedro didn’t stop until the huge nine-inch-round triangular root of his monster was buried. He held the boy there, as Timmy just kept saying “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Pedro started fucking, starting of as Jerome had, neither hard nor fast. But he was demanding, cruel top and so he grew less gentle much more quickly than Jerome. Timmy cried out every time the pole bottomed out, and struggled to stay in position. But to his credit, the kid was a true bottom slut and he always got his arch back in place as the big cock slid back to its home deep inside. Pedro fucked the boy harder and harder, until Timmy started begging, “Oh fuck yes, Daddy, oh fucking destroy my boycunt.” Pedro nodded at Jerome, who got up off the long rubber-covered sofa where he’d been reclining. Jerome picked up the pipe and began smoking, giving himself, Pedro, and Timmy clouds and shotgunning with each of them. Finally, Pedro knew he needed to stop or he was going to head towards blowing his load, and the kid wasn’t nearly ready for the massive size of his supernatural battering ram, and so he pulled out. Pedro slapped Timmy’s ass, “Damn, boy, you gotta sweet hole.” Taking over pipe duties from Jerome, he began feeding clouds to the boy, himself, and Jerome. Jerome grabbed both a gram vial and a second half vial and got behind Timmy’s ass, which was already dancing in the air as Timmy begged aloud for cock. Jerome didn’t add any lube—he was of the opinion that when dropping a a big load of Tina up a boys hole, to increase the speed of entry into the bloodstream so that it even better approached the speed of a slam—lube should come after. He did put more lube on his own raging fuckstick. Pedro put the pipe down and came over and held the boys perfect muscly little twink ass and hole open, “Give daddy a big arch, baby,” Jerome said. He put the two vials right at the boys open hole, held open by Pedro’s fingers, “Wider,” Jerome commanded, and so Pedro pulled the hole open wider, and as Timmy groaned, Jerome quickly turned the lids of first one and then the other and all the powder when streaming as deep in Timmy as Jerome could manage. Timmy screamed, and practically levitated up off the bench to which he was still bound. Timmy shouted “Fuck, burning hole, fuck that hurts, ahhhhhh…fuck me daddy, fuck me, hungry pussy, need daddy cock, destroy my pussy.” Jerome rammed his big thick tube in hard as he could and started fucking with gusto. Timmy cried out each time the big round cock hit bottom, and especially when Jerome would pull out just about halfway, then repeatedly slam his cock against the bound boy, driving and fucking at his deepest places. But it was clear Timmy was in pig boy heaven, as he kept begging for the big cock. Jerome found the hole as amazing burning hot as he could have imagined, even better than before. And while Pedro’s monster tool had loosened the boy, the hole was still perfectly able to stay tight, caressing and milking the big cock like living silk. After about half an hour, Pedro whispered to Jerome, “If the serpent comes, I want to see your cock grow in the boy. Let’s put him on his back and watch his stomach and pretty face.” Pedro went about unhooking the boy. As Jerome knelt down to pick the boy up—maybe Dimitri did have something with his love of twinks, the boy was so light he was a breeze to move around—he felt the boys erect nipples. He turned the boy around to nip and bite them, and Timmy arched his back and groaned with pleasure. “You like black dick, don’t you pig?,” Jerome asked. Timmy nodded and said, “Yes daddy, I like dick. I love all big cock.” Jerome laughed and kissed the boy and placed him in the sling. “Let’s lower his head Jerome said, “He needs a good piss fuck so the chems can get up in there deep. If the serpent comes out, he’s going to need it.” And so they did, and Jerome speared his cock into the boy and started pissing. Soon, once the boy was good and full, he started to fuck. Timmy went wild, crying, “Oh thank you daddy, warm and tingly. Oh feels so good, oh, it burns a little, oh so horny daddy.” Jerome was in pig top heaven, loving the feeling of his cock, slick with piss, in the boys hot—and getting hotter—boypuss. Jerome fucked and fucked until he felt the boys dehydrated hole absorb the Tina. “Bring him up level, please brother” he said, and Pedro evened Timmy’s body out. Timmy was cooing and begging for cock, and Jerome obliged, pulling his thick tube out and slamming it in. The lights in the room began to flicker and dim and Jerome heard the serpent hiss and felt it writhe and his cock started to thicken, as if his body was gathering extra flesh from someplace to support the serpent’s deep journey. He reached down and, holding Timmy’s neck, he backhanded the boy across the face several times. “Say the words, slut, beg this black serpent for its toxic seed.” Timmy began to chant the litany, “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole, fill me with your toxic seed.” Jerome also began chanting at a whisper, “Serpents slither, and slide, filling secret spaces, set my serpent free to find this offering’s darkest places, and feed serpent, feed in the dark.” The minute Jerome started speaking all the lights went out and the pentagram on Jerome’s naval began to glow. Jerome felt the process begin, the serpents hissing now audible, “Fuck,” he cried out, “Your boypussy really is magic.” And then Jerome shouted out in ecstasy as his cock began to lengthen and explore the boys hole. At first, all Timmy felt was incredible pleasure, as the head of Jerome’s cock began to slide deeper inside him. Then he looked up, eyes wide, as he felt the long, warm , thinner extension of Jerome’s cock begin to open new doors inside him. Jerome kept fucking, obvious to anything but the bliss the men all felt when their companion was unleashed. Pedro was rock hard, and he began to use his meaty fingers to stroke and trace on Timmy’s tight core the bulge where his best friend’s serpent went deeper. The slightly longer and much thicker regular part of Jerome gorgeous cock was rock hard but the long extension, that no one had ever seen because it disappeared when Jerome pulled his cock out, was soft and supple as it probed the boys depths. Like all of their magical cocks, it seemed to only dish out what it knew would really push the bottom, but not more than the boy could handle. When Jerome’s beloved muscle boy Jack, for instance, was bottoming for him in temple sex, the thing would probably go a foot or two deeper than in Timmy’s nearly virgin hole. It was clearly starting to push Tommy, so Pedro started keeping him poppered up. The magical human-snake cock stopped going deeper but as Jerome’s orgasm approached it started first thickening very slowly—you could see it in the boys guts—wider at the earliest point of penetration and then tapering. Some theories held that the reason his cock did this was because Jerome was major deep fisting top, and so the serpent and chosen him because it would allow him to go deeper in any submissive boycunt during fisting. Whatever the reason, Jerome just knew it felt like bliss. As Jerome grew closer and closer to orgasm, his cock began to get harder and harder as it went up his shaft, slowly aligning Timmy’s colon. Pedro was keeping the younger man poppered up, but it was still an intense stretch and Timmy started grunting and giving little cries of discomfort. “Say the words, slut,” Jerome panted, “Beg for my seed.” Timmy grunted, feeling the big dick trying to align—it had already conquered the first inch of the snaking extension—and Jerome groaned in pleasure as the big enlarged section of regular dick grew and pushed into tight virgin colon. “Say the words,” Jerome commanded, slapping the boy. “Fuck daddy, that hurts,” Timmy said, but within a second he shouted in pleasure, “Oh, hurt my hole so good, hurt me good daddy.” Pedro slapped Timmy’s chest hard, “Bed the master for the seed, boycunt.” Timmy struggled to remember, but then in a strong clear voice from somewhere buried in his primal soul, he began to chant, “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole……” At that moment the candles in the room burst into bright flames, and both Jerome and Pedro’s pentagrams began glowing. Jerome and Timmy shouted together as the deep fucking tube began spewing sacred venom into Timmy’s guts, sharply burning and then providing ecstatic, rushing pleasure to the boy from deep inside. The deep fucking cock was rolling through Timmy’s guts like jump rope, smacking and stretching and pushing and pulling deep inside the boy. Timmy went completely still as the big thing opened territory even Demtri’s long arms hadn’t reached. Jerome began to gyrate the wide thick tube st the end of the tube as he fucked, and his big cock and its long, snake-liked extension stretched the boys colon wider and wider. Timmy was still rigid, but he was cooing, “FUCKING DEEP STRETCH! Own my hole!” and began swinging himself trying to take more of it inside himself. Jerome kept fucking, fucking, fucking, feeling his long cock trying to straighten, pulsing and throbbing visibly through the boys hard abs. Jerome was lost in a personal heaven, lost in amazing ecstatic pleasure of sensing Timmy’s entire colon caressing the long length of his supernatural prick. Then, suddenly, on a deep stroke in, Jerome erupted in a second orgasm, spewing huge spurts of his own man seed in Timmy’s cunt. Jerome and Timmy lost all sense of time and space for a good 20 minutes, as Jerome’s massive pole stretched and stretched the younger man’s cunt. Timmy’s hole was squelching, with little spirts of the massive load dripping to the floor. Jerome stayed in his supernatural state the entire time, his tattoo sliding and moving excitedly all around his torso. Timmy experienced wave after wave of anal orgasms, his entire body shuddering and pulsing and writhing as the deep fuck continued. From time to time Jerome’s pole would try to straighten, and Timmy’s hair maide would feel intense pain as his colon resisted. When this would happen, in those little 15 second of pain, Timmy would freeze and realize that his submission was again required, and he would give up another piece of himself to his newly-awakened addiction to dominant cock. And he would realize again that his place in the universe was to serve.

Hi all. @Westhamsmoker sent me a story that he wrote as he was unable to post it himself due to issues with his laptop. Hope you guys enjoy it Ollie sat back and lit yet another cigarette it was his 10th and it was not yet midday. His lungs were now seriously congested and he repeatedly coughed up phlegm but that did not worry him in fact it turned him on.He was smoking more than ever since he had met Rob. He started to recall what had happened to him over the last couple of years he smiled inwardly as he thought about how his smoking had increased. He stubbed out his cigarette and hungrily lit another taking long deep drags and looked in the mirror tilted his head and let out a slow stream of smoke from his nose and mouth. How cool and sexy it is to smoke he thought to himself. He looked so hot with his newly shaved head which suited his now stocky build . He was now 20 and things seemed to have moved fast over the last few months. He had moved in with a guy Rob who was much older over 50 . The attraction had been leather and that his new bf was a heavy smoker so Ollie could live out his leather fetish and feed his smoking habit which was now well over two packs a day. His Dad a heavy smoker had passed away suddenly and any parental guidance had been lost as he spiraled out of control. His life was now all about smoking and sex. He had many partners before Rob but then so had Rob. They had an open relationship and Rob frequently worked away so Ollie knew that Rob would meet other guys for sex and Ollie did likewise and neither were careful . As long as the guy smoked Ollie was keen. One day when Rob was away Ollie had hooked up with a guy from grinder he was in his 30's and smoked he was balding but Ollie found that attractive and suited his close beard . Ollie had invited him to his place and had made sure there were plenty of cigarettes. As they sat chatting Ollie leaned back and started to rub his dick and lit up a cigarette. " I am so glad you smoke " the guy said." yea I love smoking as much as I love fucking " . " Wow I thought this was our first date your very forward " " no point in beating about the bush, you want to fuck me or not ". The guy was as eager and soon they were naked. The guy caressed Ollie's chest and was soon massaging Ollie's hard dick. They kissed passionately their tongues probing each others mouths. The guy sparked up a cigarette and when Ollie stubbed his out he was given another.and without much foreplay, apart from a lot of kissing, the guy squeezed some lube onto Ollie' hole and reached to his trouser pocket to retrieve a condom. " No need for that " said Ollie. " But I don't know you " " You do now " " are you clean " " yeah " said Ollie. " Yeah its much better raw I usually fuck raw " said the guy and with that the guy started fucking Ollie and after a while he came in Ollie's arse. As he finished the guys phone bleeped he had received a text. " What it say " said Ollie and the guy showed him the text " Chem party at " and an address was shown. " Are you going ? " " fuck yea, you interested ? " " who are they ? " " fuck knows someone must have given them my number but I don't know them " " still I'm up for a party and I'm sure you will enjoy it " " I'm sure i will ". As they were dressing Ollie went to Robs cabinet and fished out a bag of coke. " This will come in handy later " " yea but why wait lets do a few lines ". Ollie poured some of the white powder onto the glass table and using a razor blade from Robs cabinet he cut several lines. Handily there were tubes already in Robs cabinet which they used to sniff the coke. Ollie was buzzing. And so they arrived at the address Ollie was totally wired and when the door was opened by a half naked guy in his 30's Ollie kissed him sinking his tongue into the guys mouth. " Hi so you have now formally met my partner for the night, his name is , err what is your name " " Ollie " and he laughed " and whats your name? " " don't worry about that you don't need to know people's names here and no one has a formal partner here, we are all partners together ". Ollie's dick went rock hard again. As they entered the lounge Ollie took in the sight, most of the guys were totally naked, one couple were fucking in an armchair. The air hung heavily with cigarette smoke and ashtrays overflowed with cigarette butts. Almost everyone was smoking, heaven for Ollie. Ollie's previous fuck buddy went into the bathroom but Ollie took a seat on the sofa and within seconds two guys were either side of him and started deep kissing Ollie, tongues sought out tongues and the two either side firstly took off Ollie's top and then his jeans. He was left wearing his pants. Out of nowhere appeared a tray with lines of coke already cut and the three on the sofa took turns in taking hits of it. Now Ollie found a fourth guy in his later years sucking his dick. Ollie was being ravished by three guys and he loved every minute of it. They only paused to light cigarettes often leaving them burning in ashtrays as they continued their threesome. Lighting cigarettes only as they paused. Ollie's fuck buddy returned but he did not go to Ollie, he and the party organizer were soon fucking on the floor. Then Ollie was given a drink he had no idea what is was but he had an idea and then a small amount of liquid was dropped into Ollie's mouth. He only knew that he seemed to be floating, everything seemed a bit hazy but at the same time he knew it was sheer pleasure. Ollie was now on his back and he instinctively lifted his legs as an invitation and one by one several guys fucked him. He had no idea how many, he was in a world of his own but just knowing that everything was wonderful. The sex was so intense much more intense that he had ever experienced before. He looked hazily around and one of the guys who had sat next to him was tying a tourniquet around the other guys arm and then injecting him. The guy seemed to fall back and his eyes rolled and he laid back in what looked like a drunken stupor. Rather than feeling exhausted by all of the fucking Ollie was now fully alert and his dick was still as hard as nails. It seemed he had an added energy and moved to another couple who had been fucking and before long both of the guys were fucking Ollie. He did not know how many loads he had taken but he knew a few as his ass was leaking cum. He sat smoking taking in the scene. Were did these guys get their energy from ? But Ollie knew that he too was now totally wired as more coke was distributed. There was a knock on the door and Ollie witnessed extra chems being delivered. Two days later Ollie woke up in his bed. He felt dreadful, he felt sick, his mouth was dry as can be. He leaned across his bed to the bedside cabinet and reached for his cigarettes. He took deep drags and the smoke felt like cream pouring into his lungs. It felt great but soon he was coughing but this time it was not like before, he brought up huge amounts of phlegm. Fuck how many cigarettes did I smoke, he had no idea but as soon as he finished the one he had to have another and then he started to think how long was I at the party? Two days ? Then he glanced down at his arms and there were needle marks under each arm ? What the fuck ? Suddenly he had an urge to go to the toilet and when there realised that he was bleeding. His arse felt so sore he was bruised. Then he realised some of the guys must have fucked him when he was bleeding. How could they. What about his arms he had to hide that from Rob. He would never go to one of those parties again. He did not have sex for a few days but eventually things calmed down and when Rob returned it was business as usual as he gave his arse up to Rob. Two weeks later and Rob was away again. He sat there bored. He thought about grindr but sex even with Rob seemed boring compared to what he had felt like at the chems party. Then he had a text " chems ". Fuck how did they get my number ? It was a different address and from different people but what the hell he wasn't doing anything and at the very least he could go just for some company but this time he would not get involved. Before leaving he again took a few hits if coke and felt buzzing again. He was in the taxi texting the guy who had announced the party. The exchange of texts got more lurid as he traveled and his dick was going hard he had to avoid coming there and then. When he got to the address a hunk answered the door. God he is gorgeous thought Ollie and the guy gave him a kiss but from the texts Ollie was really up for it and gave the guy a passionate kiss tongues again searched each other mouths. Ollie was not even in the door and had started to remove his clothes. By the time he got into the lounge he was naked and again found several guys naked some passing around what looked like shots , also coke and one or two were slamming drugs. Ollie literally fell on two guys one had a toxic tattoo on his arm but he was extra hot looking. He was wearing a leather jock and harness and was about 40 he had a shaved head and a blondish beard. Ollie despite his earlier thoughts threw himself into it. He did not recognise any of the guys but after a few hits of coke and other stuff he thought everyone in the room was hot. Again the room was full of smoke and most of the guys were smoking. When the action really started and guys were fucking each other one or two seemed upset and left. This left a hardcore of about 10 guys and Ollie was one of them. The guy with the tattoo was extra interested in Ollie and Ollie thought him the hottest guy here. When he approached Ollie the guy smiled and Ollie started sucking the guys stiff dick he would do anything for this guy. They started kissing and Ollie could not believe his luck.The guys dick was totally erect and Ollie laid on his back and soon they were fucking. The guy withdrew his dick and would plow Ollie time and time again. Eventually cum shot into Ollie's arse. They sat smoking, fuck the guy looked crazy handsome smoking, so cool. The guy held out his arm and one of the other guys tied a tourniquet around it and as he kissed Ollie again he stretched out Ollie's arm This time when Ollie was injected he felt so warm it was a wonderful feeling he wanted more and over the next three days while all the guys hung around he was injected eight more times and each time he liked it more. He seemed to be more aware this time and was able to enjoy the fucking which lasted the three days. He didn't eat he did not feel hungry, only hungry for sex almost chain smoking and drugs. No sex was like this Ollie was intoxicated. He could not get enough. Ollie was fucked many times and he saw the tattoo guys fucking others too. It was so hot to Ollie everyone fucking each other with no inhibitions any condoms which were there were long gone with drugs in their bodies the hunger for sex just super charged all of the guys to fuck raw. Everyone was out of it totally high and risk was forgotten about. Things seemed to spiral and soon almost everyone was injecting but now they had to share needles and Ollie again threw himself into the dirty part of these parties. To Ollie the dirtier it got the better. He had everything up his arse. Dildos countless dicks and someone was even trying to fist him but not fully. At one time with Ollie dangling a fag and his legs up a guy was catching the oozing cum from Ollie's arse into his mouth. He had never had more intense sex and smoked so much. He wanted this again and again he never gave Rob a thought he just wanted the sex smokes and drugs. When he woke up he was still there the party was over but Ollie felt dreadful. His legs were shaking he tried smoking but that did not help. When he saw the guy who had arranged the party it was the guy with the tattoo so he said " man I feel awful cant stop shaking " the guy replied " give me a few secs to shoot up " Ollie saw him tie a leather strap around his arm and inject. " Now mate you are just suffering withdrawal you injected a lot of gear the last three days and loads last time you were here. This will make you feel better " and he found a vein on Ollie and brought the syringe he had used to Ollie's arm and injected the rest of what was in the syringe into Ollie's arm " there now your lucky you have some of my blood too, I wont charge you Before you go I will give you another full hit and show you how to do it yourself ". Ollie felt a wash of heat again flow through his body he felt wonderful until a call from Rob to say he was home brought him out of it. " Hi babs..... yeah I said I would stay over with Mum tonight its ages since I spent time with her, yea I know I miss you too and love you so much ". " shit that was soo sweet yuk " said the guy Brian was his name. Apart from dark circles under his eyes he looked so hot. Ollie said " don't worry about him I'm at my Mum's. (haha) well if you want I can stay over tonight ". " you kidding me yea of course I will fuck your brains out and I've got plenty of gear for us to shoot up " Ollie said " you dint give me much before think I am beginning to need it again " he wanted that warm glow again and to feel great again. " haha yea you need it kid " and after preparing it he shot a full load into Ollie's arm. " fuck yea that's awesome " Ollie had never felt better " yea you love the gear as much as me kiddo when you leave I am going to see a lot of you , you will need ,me " They smoked like chimneys and fucked all night and Brian coerced Ollie into doing more and more gear. He woke needing another smoke and another hit. And so it continued for days and weeks, more chems parties were arranged and the young guy called Ollie was the one injecting others when they were high and not knowing what they were doing like Ollie at the first party. He was able to take more and more gear and like his smoking he was now totally hooked, Brian had seen to that. He never went back to Rob. But one day he went down with terrible flu. Brain said " I'm sorry Ollie but I was out of meds for a few days " " how long " " about four weeks " he said with a wink " you might have the bug " " fuck no my Mum " " Ollie if she knew how many guys had fucked you bareback she would not be surprised " " but what about the others ? " " oh them most of them are poz anyway , its no big thing take a hit from my needle that will make you feel a lot better. Will be hot to have a poz mate you can get a tat like me (haha) ". A few days later it was confirmed that Ollie was poz to go with being hooked on gear and having Hep C and the clap.

I've always wanted to take a thirsty boy to the movies and midway through the flick go to the men's room and fill my drink cup with piss then come back and give it to him and make him drink it while watching the flick. Especially if its chem piss...

Am high and looking for sleazy chat with a bottom lad who wants to be bred by a sleazy Daddy

Dragon’s Fire Dimitrios Argyros stood against the wall of the crowded bar. He was a very tall man—6’8” and built like a bodybuilder. He was wearing tight black jeans which showed off the thick tube of uncut cock that snaked down his right leg and highlighted his big muscle ass. His tight long-sleeve cashmere rippled with muscle and his shiny Rolex hinted at his vast wealth. With the shirt on, his close-cropped hair, dark brown eyes, and handsome angular face looked clean cut. But the shirt concealed the tattooed measuring tape that ran from just past his wrist to his shoulder on his larger, right side. Across the other side was a dragon, whose tail wrapped around his left arm, each scale a precise 1/4 inch marker and the fire from its mouth rippled across his muscular back. Above his hard belly button he sported a toxic waste sign and on his huge leftpec, worked into the dragons back, was a pentagram. Dimitri was a member of the local chapter of the Brotherhood of the Dark Lord. While many chapters worshiped the Dark One solely through hedonistic pleasure, Dimitri and his brother subscribed to an older, more pure version of the Dark Word: the Lord required pleasure and pain to be fully satisfied. It was a world of rigidly defined roles, for Dimitri and his Brothers, there was no give-and-take. Instead, there were top men and bottom men, and bottom men were invariably younger and smaller than top men. And Dimitri had seen the results of their faithful service, as dozens of times over the last 25 years in the middle of a sacred sex ritual, he’d seen his own enormous cock expand in size, plundering the depths of some young male cunt deep and wider. He’d watched his own fists—and that of his brothers— expand and grow large knobby growths as they destroyed yet another boypussy. And Dimitri had seen his own tattoos come alive, and his cock get supernaturally hot with the breath of the dragon, as he spewed toxic seed. So, yes, Dimitri believed that it was his birthright, and one ordained by a god, to own, control, convert, fist, and fuck young men. Dozens of men in the bar tried to get his attention—or least those unaware of his very dark reputation—men of all sizes and shapes. But Dimitri had eyes for only one young man—a boy really, all of 18–in the place. Dimitri was on the hunt, as his previous boy had aged out of Dimitri’s demographic at the ripe age of 25. His new target—Timmy Peters—was a slight waif, 5’5” and barely 100 pounds. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He had good muscle definition and gorgeous abs—Dimitri’s investigators determined skateboarding was his primary athletic pursuit, and so the boys core was tight as a drum—but his chest was slight. Dimitri had refused to look at any of the naked shots his men had gathered—he wanted to save that pleasure for this very evening, as he initiated the boy into his new life of service to Dimitri’s 14 inch pussy destroyer. But he’d seen the boy shirtless, Timmy’s perfect twink body a contrast to his unusually shapely, almost womanly ass, the top of the twin perfect globes visible in the back of his low slung skater shorts. In contrast to his previous conquests of 30 years, who had almost all been blondes or redheads, Timmy had jet black hair and eyes as dark as Dimitri’s own. But unlike Dimitri, the boy’s skin glowed white and Dimitri couldn’t wait to see how it turned bright red under his new masters brutal palms. Dimitri’s cock stirred and swelled in anticipation of the years of pleasure ahead. The thought of what Timmy wanted or desired never crossed the Greek muscle stud’s mind. Dimitri knew that he was a divinely ordained predator, one equipped with a vastly superior cock and body, his seed anointed with a toxic gift, blessed by the Dark Lord with vast wealth. And so when Dimitri divined that a boy was his, he was never wrong. Dimitri smiled across the room at the little dark-haired cherub. Timmy looked vaguely shocked that a muscle stud would show him any interest, and so he smiled shyly back. Dimitri walked over and stood next to the boy, raising his beer bottle in greeting, “I am Dimitri”. Timmy shivered slightly at the deep voice and mysterious, vaguely European accent, but he smiled and said, “My name is Timmy. Pleased to meet you sir.” Dimitri felt his cock stiffen and the fire-breath of the dragon tattoo on his back got warm at the word sir—confirming yet again this boy was his. They made small talk, and Dimitri pretended to be interested when he “learned” the boy was in the city for art school that Fall. That wasn’t going to happen—boys in service to the Brotherhood spent too much time spun out with both their holes stuffed to attend school or hold any other job. Dimitri started dancing with the boy, and soon confirmed what his investigators had uncovered—Timmy had serious daddy issues and loved muscle—and for his part, Dimitri though the boys body and ass were even more perfect than he could imagine. He gave the boy an X and then Dimitri started fingering the boys fuzzy hole, and when the lights went dim, he slipped a big rock of crystal in the tight little pucker. Dimitri used his much larger mouth to swallow Timmy’s cry at the burn, and soon enough Timmy little hole was lapping and pulsing around Dimitri’s big digits. After about 30 minutes, Timmy was very horned up and so Dimitri said, “Come home and let me fuck your brains out.” Timmy nodded,“ Yes, sir.” Dimitri said, “I demand total obedience, you will take what I give you.” Timmy looked scared but Dimitri could see in the little dark eyes that the boy already knew he was meant to be nothing but a pussy hole, and he just said, “Please daddy, I need your big cock. “ In the limo on the way to his penthouse, Dimitri stripped the clothes off Timmy within seconds. He stuffed another rock of crystal in the boys hole and the boy begged to be fucked. But Dimitri didn’t fuck boys who’d not been freshly shaved and douched—he looked forward to humiliating Timmy as he cleaned him out—so he set the boy to work on his big cock. Timmy was a natural cocksucker, but it took months of practice for anyone to learn to take the entire 14 inches of beer bottle thick meat, so Dimitri contented himself with choking the boy, shoving the boys mouth down on the endless tube of his cock, using the little mouth hole like a fleshlight as Timmy wretched and sputtered. As they approached his highrise, Dimitri had the boy clean up all the spittle and mouth juice from his cock and the car seat. Arriving at his series of 15 private parking spots he stepped out of his pants—his driver would bring them up—and carried the small boy in his arms, biting and nipping at the boys small perfect tits, into his private elevator. Reaching his penthouse, Dimitri carried the boy into his big bathroom and put him on his knees on a plush rug. “Chest flat on the floor, arch your back, and spread those cheeks,” Dimitri said, growling with pleasure at the sight of the boys pink hole. Dimitri filled a series three enema bags with water, and dropped a rock of crystal into each. He speared the boy’s cunt and filled his guts. As he expected, the first one was relatively clean and he delighted at how embarrassed Timmy got when the second bag came out dirty as his inner spinchter was drained. Finally, the third bag came out pretty clean. Now, Dimitri took a bag he’d hidden in the linen closet bursting at the seams with chempiss collected over the last week from all the members of the brotherhood. The boy was already high, and as the chempiss tingled his guts he began to moan. The moans turned to groans as the huge bag deflated and stretched his pussy. Finally, he begged Dimitri to stop. Dimitri grinned and started spanking the beautiful white ass, causing the boys insides to flex and finally the contents of the bag were buried deep in the little cunt. Dimitri snapped a small buttplug in, and giving the boy hits of poppers he sat on the toilet and began to train the boys throat. First he taught the boy how to pleasure his cockhead and long dragging foreskin, probably the first uncut tool the boy had seen. Soon enough the boy was able to take about 8 inches of cock, but he was covered in sweat as the piss—heavy in Tina, ecstasy, and coke, and probably laced with other drugs too—began to be absorbed. Mindful the boy was only a beginner, he let the boy seek relief after about 25 minutes. Now the boy was truly wired and he groaned and pushed back on the nozzle as Dimitri used the sure shot to hose him out. Dimitri was getting eager to fuck the boy—and the boy was clearly eager from his own submissive desires accented by all the drugs—and so Dimitri made short work of shaving the boy. He shaved every hair from his little hole, the tiny dust of a treasure trail, and the boys balls. The boy started to resist when Dimitri began to shave his pubes, but a hard slap of command to his boy nuts ended that resistance. Dimitri removed the tight white tshirt he’s kept on a climbed in the shower. The boy was eager to help him soap up, thrilling as his height and huge muscles. Dimitri made him kiss and trace the outlines of his toxic waste symbol. With his tongue. When the boy asked him what it meant, Dimitri smiled and said, “It means when I am done seeding your hole you will carry part of me in you forever.” Timmy looked puzzled then shrugged and leaned forward and mouthed the big cock. Satisfied there were no unsavory ass juices or shaving cream lingering on either of their bodies Dimitri tenderly dried the boy, passionately making out with him. He carried the little twink into one of his big bedrooms with mirrors all around the room and covering the ceiling. He kept the boy in his arms as he went around lighting dozens of candles and turning the lights on low. He positioned the boy on all fours, making sure the boys back arch was perfect. He spanked the little hard melons of his ass until the boy’s skin was flaming red and he was bucking back up and begging for cock. Dimitri squirted laced lube deep into the boy and slicked up his big cock and pushed the huge head of his fuckstick in. Timmy cried out but did not break position. “Let me stretch that hole,” Dimitri growled, and shoved in another inch. The boy screamed and tried to fall onto the bed to get away, but Dimitri held him in place. Dimitri let the boy adjust and soon, knowing it was his place in the world to take cock, Timmy relaxed and pushed back. Dimitri began a slow leisurely fuck, his 14 incha sinking deeper and deeper, until when he got about eight inchs in he began to hit the boys second ring. Dimitri purposefully kept the fuck from pushing inside, and instead began delivering little squirts of chempiss right at the boy’s inner door. Once he was confident that the little whores hole was open and an easy fuck, he pulled back and rammed his cock through the second hole in one hard push. Timmy screamed and collapsed on the bed, Dimitri stayed on top of him and began to brutally ram his cock deep in the boy. Timmy’s face in the mirror showed real fear with an undercurrent of lust as Dimitri raped him deep. Soon, though, the hole opened more and the lust and desire for anal destruction began to overwhelm the bottom slut. Dimitri pulled out and flipped the boy, and threw his legs on his shoulders. As he’d expected, he’d torn the boy’s second hole, and his cock was pink, Dimitri grinned, knowing this would just give the drugs and his toxic seed easier purchase. “You will never not cry out when I do this, even after I’ve fucked you every day for years,” Dimitri said darkly, as he lined up his huge cock and speared the boy again. As promised Timmy cried out and his body spasmed as Dimitri’s 14 inches pounded deep inside him. Dimitri pounded the boy for a good fourty-five minutes, using extreme control to prolong this first fuck of the virgin hole. He pounded the boy in every position, making the boy cry out every time his huge cock rammed in deep. Finally, Dimitri could feel the fire build in his balls. He flipped the boy on his back, and made Timmy hold his legs wide so he could pile-drive into the boys sweet pussy. “Beg me for my toxic seed, boy, beg,” he commanded. His eyes black saucers of lust Timmy commenced begging. When the first squirt of seed spilled out of his huge plundering tool, Dimitri roared, and went crazy. As he did so, he felt the dragon tattoo stir and every candle and light in the room went dark. He felt the dark breath of his deity, and his cock grew by several inches in length and girth. Timmy screamed at the sudden big stretch as Dimitri kept pounding. He felt his cock grow hot, and Timmy started screaming “Burning hot seed, daddy, oh fuck, oh fuck so hot, feels so good.” Dimitri looked in the mirror and could see the shadow of a dragon behind him, he pentagram woven into the tattoo on his chest turned from black to glowing red. Dimitri came for several minutes, so much so that the supernatural seed overflowed out of the boy. He didn’t not stop fucking the boy—this visit by the dragon had only happened in ritual settings before and he had no idea how it was happening now—but all he knew was he needed to posses the boys ass. He knew that his cock would stay enlarged for at least another fuck, but once he came again it would go from giant to its merely huge normal size. Little Timmy was gone to the world, begging “Deeper daddy, more cum, please fuck me.” Dimitri grinned—the supernatural seed the men of the Brotherhood produced apparently burned like a hot poker—one boy had said twice as bad a burn as entire gram of Tina— but then it was ravenously addictive. The boy already belonged to him, and so Dimitri sought to enjoy him, using his enhanced cock to fuck the boy mercilessly. He pushed the boy hard, pile driving into the warm cunt, white seed squishing out as he turned and changed angles. He scooped it up and fed it other boy, who drank it down like sweet nectar. The drugs and seed and made the boy wild, and he just begged for the fucking to continue. And while he cried out in agony with ever deep fuck, he kept his legs wide and begged for more. It was all Dimitri could do not to just pull out and bury his arm to the elbow. And all the other times he’d produced the sacred sperm, he had. But those were boy he’d already been fucking and fisting for weeks, offering their holes to the Dark Lord on the evening of their fuck flu and it’s yearly anniversary, celebrating when they became a full part of the Brotherhood. But this tonight had happened on the first time he’d even been inside the boy, and so he kept that urge for another time. Dimitri fucked the boy for another solid hour, ravishing him in every position around the room. Both men were drenched in sweat, and as Dimitri spanked the perfect white ass, sweat flew in the room. Finally they ended up on the bed, the boy legs arched over his ears, Timmy urging, “Use my hole, daddy give me your toxic seed, come in me again, I need your load daddy.” And so Dimitri came again—a mind-blowingly good orgasm, but without supernatural fireworks. As his body settled down, Dimitri kept his big cock buried to the root and added a potent load of chempiss to the human and supernatural seed in the boys guts. He slapped Timmy’s ass hard—“Keep that in your pussy, pretty boy,” he commanded—and got up to grab a medium sized plug which he shoved into Timmy’s hole. Timmy screeched and spasmed but the toy lodged itself into his guts. Dimitri lay down on the bed, and set Timmy to work cleaning his big tool, showing him, how to use the popper bottle. Dimitri reached into his bedside table and pulled out his preloaded pipe and drew a few big clouds, calling Timmy up and showing him how to shotgun. He then sent Timmy down to his crotch again, instructing him to “Teach yourself to deep throat, just like you see in porn.” Turning on some low, fuck-me-beat music, Dimitri picked up his phone and texted his best buddy, Dr. Conrad Morris, who happened to be the the very doctor little Timmy had gone to see when he moved to the city two weeks ago. “Little Timmy met the dragon. WTF? Call me.” Within seconds his phone rang, when he picked up Conrad said urgently, “Seriously? Like the whole experience? Big cock, gnarly fists, and burning cum?” Dimitri spoke quietly “No hands but the rest.” “Fuck,” Conrad said, “That’s means he’s probably bonded to you.” “We don’t know—the bonding has always been after the ceremony,” Dimitri said, keeping his voice low. Conrad paused and then he said thoughtfully, “So thinking about this logically either the boy has a magic pussy that will bring out all our beasts or it’s something about him and you.” Dimitri spoke softly, “I have a great idea about how we can find out.” Dimitri could almost hear Conrad’s wolfish smile, “Over in a jiffy,”.

Two load Tuesdays So I get a message from a man I have frequently bottomed for. Great cock! and usually multi cummer too. So I get to his place grab a sports drink from the fridge. Mind you ive been SUPER horned up all day. been craving a Raw cock to breed my bubble butt! so I walk into his room. he's watching some hot Tage team porn of these 2 hung daddy types pounding this twink that looks unconscious but he wasn't he was just im the moment!! we all been there He says, "Boy get my dick wet, that's all the lube you get for now" so I slurped on thar thick, 7in precum soaked cock for 3 secs before he sprang up, flipped me over, push my back down and rammed that cock balls deep I love this role play with him but like a heads up first but I slipped into character quick and asked him to ease up. "no boy," as he pounds away, "I've got a BIG suprise for you and he is walking in right now, but stay right there face down. no peeking no talking." My heart is pounding in my chest with excitement. suddenly a HUGE Mushroom tip cock smacks my hole 3 times, and it was a wet smack, ***smack*** ***smack*** ***smack*** A deep voice says, "you ready for my monster cock?" see trick question, in this case I'm not allowed to speak unless granted. "Wow, you are right man, he is a good boy. listens as he should, now speak " thank you sir, and yes sir I am ready for your Monster cock sir" " when im done you might not be able to walk for about 20 minutes, most guys lose the feeling in their legs from either the size or the pounding your gona get. but I promise, you will be back for more," right then he grabbed my hips and started to just push that huge to in, finally my hole opened, only a little bit. I let out a sharp moan, and he says, "aww does the boy need lube? speak." sir yes sir please sir." He spits in his dick that the head is in my pulsing hole and shaft of if massive cock and says, "that's enough, haha, now you may look and see what it looks like before I go balls deep," thank you sir.... I turn to take a look, and this MF has at least a 13 Maybe fuckin 14 inch, coke can thick, cock. Sir can I please have more lube" he smack my face and Said, " naughty boy know better to talk without permission," all I remember from that second was sharp sharp stabbing pain inside me, as he no mercy, no lube, firmly went balls deep in me I blacked out from the pain for at least 5 seconds. he is lookin at me with these fierce eyes laughing when i came too. " ah I love when they pass out when I do that." he literally ripped my hole he had to of. I try to scream my safe word and his giant hand goes over my mouth and he said, " Nope didn't hear it," and continued to just wrecking my hole. after awhile I didn't feel anything down there. what seemed like hours was only 1.5 hours. and suddenly he grabs my head pulls toward in and opens my mouth and spits it in. and says "are you ready to feel ropes of cum fill you? with tears in eyes but a shit grin on my face. his cock started pulsing so much it felt like his cock doubled in size 5 minite I swear he shot so much cum in me. then smacks my ass and pulled out fast that it almost made a POP sound cuz of that giant head. HES all yours now, careful look at my load, there's a lil pink in it. and they got quiet and chucked as his friend left laughing. then the guy I usually met frequently turns around with a crazy look on his face and says now now it's my turn. as I look down he is wearing an extender thing on his cock that had like texture wave and half marble sized balls on the shift. he put something up to my noise and told me to breath in. he did the other nostile too. within seconds my mi.d and body didn't care what was pressing up to my hole. I literally started pushing towards him. He says, I fn knew you would love it. tjen again... balls deep and this time i blacked out for awhile. but he kept going for at least 20 min. I feel a smack on my face. hey wake up, I'm gona....cum...and bam he shot even more than the last guy. that it was squirting out the side of my now wrecked hole. and what I didn't realize is as he walked away. there was a bio hazard tat about the left cheek. I sudden panicked for one second. until I looked down and my cock was rock hard. and shooting cum. Now boy. you may leave. when you are able to walk. I know you didn't expect that but we've been wanting to tear that hole for so long. you may become part of our family it our seed takes. I never said I wanted poz seed. then he said, "well we know you chased before years back. we were the ones you ghosted" Now, don't act Like you don't want it. I lay back down looking at the ceiling and now notice the biohazard sign painted in red on the ceiling, bloody cum dripping out of my wreaked hole. memories from years back of me on poz porn sites, jerking off wanting rhe bottom to be me. I started to get hard. as the guy smiles and says," see? told ya." "what do you say?' SPEAK, "Thank you master." to be continued*****

Part 2 ( the parts will be shorter) "If you want this Cock, you'll have to earn it" He turned around, his back to me, and pulled down his jeans just enough to expose his ass. The smell hit me first—musky, salty, the sweat of a long day. He spread his cheeks, and I hesitated. “Lick it, boy,” he ordered, his voice dripping with contempt. No, absolutely not! I would never do that! Those rules, which I had followed up until that point, were pounding in my head. But I thought of where I was and what I was doing. I'm sitting on my knees, naked, looking straight at an older mans asshole, with a bin of used condoms to my right. An even older man, perverted, sitting on his computer chair, watching the whole thing. The whole scene was humiliating, and as I thought this was cock got even more excited. I waddled forward, approaching this Man's hole awkwardly. I relived his hands from exposing his asshole, instead using mine. "What am I doing?". But, without really thinking, I plunged in, like diving into the deep end. I obeyed, my tongue working its way around his hole, tasting the salt and musk. It was humiliating, degrading, and yet, it was exactly what I’d been craving. My cock stiffened further, a traitorous response to the shame coursing through me. I licked, kissed his hole with passion, knowing what presents I would get in return. “Good boy,” he muttered, a twisted note of approval in his voice. When he finally turned back around, his cock was fully hard, jutting out from his body like a weapon. He grabbed my chin again, forcing me to look up at him. "I had a few beers before I came over, and I need to pee." He looked over at Steve. "Do you mind if we use your bathroom?" Steve nodded. I wondered. We?

double slam him… he is needs a 0.4 on both arms and fucking get a BwC in front of him…. teach him a lesson on how to take a real man’s cock. Just like my fucking hole waiting for a 8inch plus girthy to destroy me

Wow love that you all love my little story! So here's part 3 My husband made his way back Inside, catching looks, he must not have seen he missed some of his load in his hair. He quickly stripped out of his clothes, soon in nothing but a towel. He grabbed his phone to check and sure enough a new top was fucking me. Saying how much he loves a drugged out hole. Which made the husband pitch a full tent. He quickly made his way to the darkroom looking for a bottom that would willingly take my position. He could hear the sound of sex and followed it finding his way to what seemed to be a bear slamming into a hole. "Fuck yeah, take this nut you slut" The bottom didn't make a sound. My hubby started feeling him up and still no response "This holes passed out, but damn has it been busy" He checked his phone but could still see me taking a new load. "How longs he been here?" "Idk man, but he took at least 3 guys before me. You want a go?" He thought about it, but was conflicted about finding a bottom. "Fuck I want to, but I need to find a bottom for this group." "Ahhh good luck, not many around tonight may as well use this . . . Ahhh . . . One . . . Fuck here it cums" He started slamming into his hole breeding him deep. My husband was over the edge watching. "Maybe if I shoot this load I can focus" "All yours man" He lined up sliding in with ease, almost like he was being sucked in. "Ahh Fuck this is nice" He set the phone down so he could focus on the ass he was raping. The bear saw the call and me taking dick, he grabbed the phone changed the camera around to show a close up of my husband breeding this passed out bottom "Fuck it's so damn good here I cum! Take it bitch!" He breed the hole DEEP. You could see the cum streaming from the hole as he pulled out. The bear made sure to get the best view. "That was hot man, I need to find and breed this hole too" "No thats why I'm looking for a bottom. That's my husband they're using" " oh shit sorry man, but it looks like your enjoying yourself, maybe you should let us enjoy him." He was conflicted with the truth. "Yeah I know but I can't leave him like that" "Tell you what, you look for that bottom, I'll look for the group and if I find em I'll come find you." "Thanks I could use the help" He had no idea the bear was only interested in breeding my hole. He went off checking the usual party rooms, telling any top he saw about me. Hoping to find my hole. It wasn't long before he was approached and asked if he was down to "help a bottom with their fantasy" turns out they've been finding guys and telling them I had a fantasy of being passed out and used by as many guys as possible. My husband was cluelessly looking in the completely wrong spot by now. He thought he would check the rooms downstairs. Not knowing there was a dark maze of rooms on the next floor, where I was bound ass up taking any load that came in. The line was now forming into the hall. He wasn't sure how much time passed but he found another bottom in the sauna getting fucked by 2 guys so he patiently waited his turn getting aroused at the show. The two guys seemed to like being watched and fucked him harder really make the boy scream. My husband got closer while pitching another tent. "Fuck yeah here it cums bitch take this nut" The guy using his mouth was focing every inch into his throat as he came. Choking him in the process. "Such a fucking slut, I'll give you a fat load for that" The second guy hammered 4-6 hard thrusts into his ass, breeding him as deep as he could. My hubby wasted no time replacing them, lining up and thrusting deep. "Yeah fuck that bitch, give him what he wants" "Knock that bitch up" He didn't know what they meant but he loved the attention and just fucked hard putting his phone down infront of the bottom "I bet you wanna be in his position don't you bitch" "Fuck yes, so hot! I need it" He was ecstatic finally finding a bottom to trade me out with. "Yeah, if I give you this load will you take his spot?" "Yes sir! Give it to me" He started really hammering into the bottom breeding him, wondering why this turns him on so much. "Fucking nice ass, give me a second" He called out into the phone saying he found a bottom like they asked. "Good, room 302 in the dark maze. You might have to wait your turn. " "I'm on my way" He went back into the sauna, told the bottom that they needed to find room 302 "OH the party room, they always find bottoms to slut out in there. I've done it a couple times follow me" "So how did you find out about these parties?" "OH I must have had to much to drink once because I met up with this hot daddy guy, but passed out. Came too a few hours later being fucked by a train of dudes, bound and gagged. Been hooked ever since" He was wondering if he was in the same spot as me. Forced to be a bathhouse cumdump. "OH looks a little busy" There was a few guys still standing around the door, most having had already breed me "Hey here's your bottom, a deals a deal." The bottom eagerly jumped on the bed next to me. "True a deals a deal, but how about you show me one last fuck. Your hubby here's been popular tonight don't you want to feel that hole? He's out cold and won't have any idea you breed him too" "I just need to get him out of here. . ." The husky guy was massaging my hole playing with the cum "Fuck it he already took so many whats one more" He lined up and slow fucked my hole taking his time to enjoy how wet I was, churning the loads that was in me "Fuck his ass is amazing, I didn't know he could be this wet. I'm not gonna last long." He started hammering my ass, flinging cum everywhere. "Here it cums baby . . . Fuck yes . . . Take it baby" He shot a massive load into me "Fuck yeah dude that's how you fuck a cumwhore, I'm sure we'll be seeing you two around again" He grabbed my phone off of the tripod handing it to my hubby. "Now take your whore and get out" He struggled to pick me up, since I was still out of it. So a couple burly types came over to offer to help move me, they took me out to the darkrooms. "Think you could help me get him back to the car?" "No, this is where we take the cumdumps I'm sure he'll be up soon" They threw me onto a fuck bench ass up "And here's your tip" He lined up with my ass and thrust balls deep. "Hey were done that was his last load in the room" The other guy grabbed my hubby and covered his mouth making him shut up and watch the onslaught. "Cumwhores are nothing but a cocksleve for men. I thought you learned that already now shut up unless you want to take his spot." He just sat there quietly, afraid to get the same treatment. He could feel the guy who was restraining him was rock hard waiting for his last turn. "Fuck yeah take it! Here it cums!" He breed me rough and deep slamming into me at least 4 times before pulling out. My hubby could see a clear rope of cum from my hole to the tip of my rappist "My turn" The second guy let go of my husband, and jammed himself as deep as he could go "Fuck yes, gonna give you one last gift boy" He didn't last long and also shot his load deep. "Fuck he has such a nice hole, I wonder if it'll ever close again" "Here, you'll need these" The first guy threw my hubby my clothes, key to the spreader bar, and some smelling salts "When your done with you whore put those under his nose and he'll be up in no time" "Thanks for sharing the slut" With that they dissapeared back into the darkness My husband sat there and wondered. He never felt so alive, so horny. He had no idea this side of himself existed. He contemplated. Should he use the salts unlock me and get me out of there? Or should he leave me tied there with no choice but to take any load that came by, while he goes back to the party . . . He could always say he was looking for me? . . . The choices, he thought . . . The end? Thanks for reading! Sorry if this one took a bit of a turn, wasn't sure how to continue it 😅😅😅

White Wolf on the Hunt On paper or clothed, Dr. Conrad Morris and Dimitrios Argyros were vastly different men. Dimitrios hailed from a long line of Greek shipping magnates, and was educated at private schools in Switzerland, France, and England. Morris was one hundred percent WASP elite, a Choate boy, with an Ivy League medical degree and a society page mother and financier father. Whereas Dimitri was dark, even a bit swarthy, Morris was dark blonde, pink skin and with a square handsome Anglo face. Naked, though, the men appeared somewhat more similar. Morris was far less hairy, but both men had huge chests and tight abs. Conrad was built more square, like the football player he’d been, his six pack square block instead of the intense bodybuilder-level definition that made Dimitri’s waist so enchanting. In place of Dimitri’s tattoo Conrad had a gorgeously-rendered white wolf, its eyes pentagrams, its fangs opening around the toxic waste symbol right above his hard naval, and a long tongue snaking down the length of his big fat cock. His cock was slab like and rectangular, a solid ten inches in length and eight around. White as marble, it got hard as steel and stayed that way for hours. Even the most experienced men actually found his cock harder to take than Dimitri’s because it did not taper—when hard it started with perfectly shaped blunt head that was nearly immediately 8 inches around from head to shaft. His current boy—a tall, wiry 22-year-old Latino Morris had converted three years ago—still cried out every time the good doctor used the big head to batter open the boys second ring. Morris drove down the park from the large townhouse he lived in and tapped the codes for both the building and Dimitri’s private parking area. He and the other four heads of the Brotherhood chapter all had spaces, marked with stylized icons of their spiritual-animal companions. Taking the private lift up and reaching the apartment he immediately heard deep moaning and little gasps of surprise coming from one of the bathrooms. Poking his head in, he saw that Dimitri had the boy handcuffed facing towards the shower wall, on his tiptoes, while the big man milked little Timmy’s prostrate while fingerfucking the boyhole. Dimitri looked up and Conrad grinned and squeezed his hardening slab. Dimitri smiled and fingerfucked harder, eliciting little screams from the boy and Conrad left to get naked and high. Conrad went into the sex bedroom—he knew the drill—and saw that one of Dimitri’s dozens of staff had already put on fresh sheets. He stripped off his tight cashmere jogging pants and tshirt and looked at himself in the mirror. His big cock was semihard and still damp from the depths of little Julio’s glorious throat. Julio had begged for his seed, but Conrad wanted to load up the new conquest. And once the prospect of his animal side knotting and destroying the boy’s pussy was revealed had made any fuck for Julio a no go. But the gorgeous Latino had been such a good boy lately, Conrad had given Julio his Amex Platinum with instructions to spend no more than a thousand and let him choose an ample selection of party favors from daddy’s fingerprint-locked drugs safe. Folding up his clothes neatly he placed them into the drawer marked “white wolf.” He set his phone down and it chimed as if on que, and Conrad grinned as a video popped up of Julio and a blonde twink owned by another Brotherhood member doing a giant line of crystal off of the huge black cock of the bouncer at the local leather nightclub. Julio wouldn’t be getting the cock of the daddy-master he was addicted to tonight, but he was definitely getting some good dick. “Take video, little whoreboy,” Conrad texted. Conrad loaded up Dimitri’s pipe and began to slowly and languidly get high. He stroked his famously gorgeous hard cock, the big veins on his arms flexing as he stroked. Conrad was exceptionally turned on, and he felt the wolf stir, the tongue that ran from above his navel along his giant marble slab grew warm as his cock rose. Fuck, he thought, maybe the kid had a magic pussy after all. After a few minutes, he wondered what was keeping Dimitri and the hot little piece of ass. Getting up and walking towards the bathroom, he heard a sharp crack and Timmy cried out. He arrived just as Dimitri was delivering, according Timmy’s cry, belt strap number five on Timmy’s perfect white ass. “What do you say?” Dimitri said. “I am sorry, sir, please, sir,” Tommy gasped, “Please sir, it would be an honor to drink your piss.” Keeping Timmy facing away from Conrad, Dimitri cuffed the boys thin but muscular arms behind his back. Timmy knelt—Conrad could see the boys pink hole was puffy from his recent Virgin fuck—and swallowed great gulps of piss, his expression showing the taste was a struggle. Waiting until Dimitri was done, Conrad walked over, knelt, and whispered softly, “I hear you’re a dirty boy who just took several dirty toxic Greek loads.” Timmy looked back, his eyes wide with surprise to find someone else there. Then his entire face and torso turned red with embarrassment as he slowly recognized the hot older doctor from his recent visit. Dimitri took Timmy’s head off his cock, and whispered something in his ear. Still on his knees, he faced Conrad and knelt and started kissing Conrad’s huge feet, working his way up the man’s tree stalk legs. He then silently put his mouth around Conrad’s huge semi-hard cock head and looked up at the big man with his dark eyes wide. Conrad smiled, and fed the boy small mouthfuls of piss, going over so slowly, to prolong his humiliation. When his bladder was half empty, Conrad reached down and brought the boy up and standing. He uncuffed him and ordered him to turn. “Show Daddy Doc your pussy, Timmy,” Conrad growled, lifting one of the boys quite defined legs up onto the bathroom vanity. He speared the boy with the head of his cock, holding tightly onto Timmy’s tight ass as he did so. Timmy shouted, “Ow, daddy, oh fuck,” at the big stretch. Conrad delivered the rest of his piss—enough the fill the boy up—and then reaching into the sink he grabbed the buttplug Dimitri had taken out of the boy earlier and drove it up the spasming quim. Conrad picked Timmy up, and growled in his ear, “My cock is super thick and it’s gonna stretch you so good.” Timmy could feel the big slab pulsing under his ass, and he shivered. “I am going to get you high, and you’re going to beg me, like you begged your daddy Dimitri, for my toxic loads,” Conrad spoked quietly. “Is that clear, boy?” Timmy nodded, “Yes, sir, please sir, give me your toxic loads.” Reaching the bedroom, he gently laid the boy down on his back. Conrad took the boys perfect head in his head and looked into the boys dark eyes, dilated from the drugs, and he said in his deep voice, “My cock hurts like a motherfucker, especially to a relative virgin like you, so you get to be high tonight. But every Wednesday my office closes early so you’re going to be there, every week, and you’re going to get fucked with no chems. Every week, kid.” Conrad got the twink well beyond pleasantly high. Conrad needed to seed, and he needed his wolf to appear, and the higher the kid was the more likely he would be an acceptable offering to the supernatural. He stuffed several big shards of crystal up the little pink hole, driving the burning rocks around the boys little buttplug, as Timmy first screamed but soon begged to be used and stretched. He placed Timmy between himself and Dimitri, and both men kept up a constant stream of praise for the boy, his beauty, his physical perfection, his good boy obedience, alternating to how they were going to seed him, leave him open and dripping, fill him with piss and toxic cum. The entire time they plied the boy with the pipe. Timmy got his own clouds plus both of their shotguns every time until Timmy was gone into a world of dark desires. And then Conrad began the boy’s fuck. Timmy, like every man before him, found his first experience of the marble cock—which felt like someone trying to shove a pulsing, warm, pink and white four-by-four up his ass—difficult. Conrad was patient and relatively gentle, put the cock needed what the cock needed, and the wolf needed destruction. Timmy keened, groaned, and pleaded for Conrad to go slow. And Conrad patiently opened the boy until it was truly time for Timmy to learn to surrender to the needs of his top. Conrad began to push harder, to demand that his cock sink in. “Push out, boy, it will make it easier,” Conrad commanded. Conrad grinned wildly as the boy did and a inch of dick slid into the boys second hole. Timmy started a low, keening moan, and his little pink hole began creaming around the huge, big dildo-sized intruder, the boy’s ass juices mixing with lube and piss to make a foam. “Fuck, you are a little pussy aren’t you?” Conrad demanded, “First you bleed like a girl when my husband takes your cherry, and now your asspussy is coming around my big man cock?” #### Making Wolf and Dragon Little known fact: Dimitrios Argyros, MBA, and Conrad Morris, MD, have been very-happily-married since the early 1990s. Over the course of their 35-year marriage neither man has ever given up his status as a platinum gay top—meaning neither has given his ass to another man nor fucked a woman—but they have together fucked hundreds—if not thousands—of men. There was an early period when they lived together, but the animal spirits that shadow them aren’t particularly social beings and so Conrad took the huge mansion on the park while Dimitri lives in the Penthouse. They lived together as an A-list, double-top, drugs-and-leather-on-weekends-suits-during-the-week power couple for about a decade. Going out and notching up conquests at every circuit party, Provincetown weekend, LA Pride, and Russian River, Fire Island or Douglas house party they attended. They were just as striking then as they are now, their muscular bodies, handsome faces, expensive clothes, and serious dom top energy meant men and boys lined up, eager to be another notch on the storied couple’s belt. Their conquests in those days were varied—muscle bottom pigs, wiry skinny skinheads of ever color with big uncut Euro cocks, Tall and short Latinos, small- and big-dicked Asians, Black twinks, all manner of bears, manly chubs, and bearded otters, blondes (Dimitri), curly-dark-haired Jewish boys with pale skin and rosy cheeks (Conrad) and red heads (always both, with great enthusiasm)—but then they met the Crone. And the Great Stag. And their life was altered in ways neither could imagine. Visiting the Crone started as a joke. Conrad bought Dimitrios a visit to a fortune-teller on a visit to Prague. It seemed appropriate. The city was beautiful and the architecture exotic and mysterious in the night. The Crone lived up to her movie representation—down to the veil, the hoop earrings, and the clinking bracelets. But the lark soon turned dark, as the heavily-accented English cadence of the tiny withered woman transported them out of Prague, out of the human world, and into a dark wood. There, isolated from one another by the vast, old-growth European forests of Eastern Europe each of the men faced great tests. Each confronted their own lack of seriousness, their lives lived without purpose, their reflexive capitalist need for self-denial, and their inadequate pursuits of pleasure. And each regained conscious into the real world, naked, lying next to one another in their big king bed in their suite at the Four Seasons Prague. Their formerly unmarked bodies now bore the tattoos of their new spiritual guides: Conrad’s White Wolf and Dimitri’s Dragon. ### A Trademark Fuck Timmy was now truly and fully experiencing a Dr. Conrad Morris Fuck. Timmy had been fucked for the first time several hours earlier—by the massive cock of a man he regarded as a sex god, Dimitri—but he was pretty sure Conrad Morris was a damn good fuck too. The man had been patient he knew, and the first forty minutes had indeed “hurt like a motherfucker.” The thing between the man’s legs was agonizingly thick, and shaped to destroy. But then everything fell into place—his longtime sexual fantasies about Roman Gladiators, his affinity for Treasure Island porn, the drugs and magic seed the dom stud had given him—and suddenly giving the big muscle man, who was the spitting image of his high-school quarterback crush, his boypussy seemed like the most natural and important thing in the world. He knew at some level it was still painful, but now he relished the pain. He knew his pussy was meant for destruction, and that his place in the universe was to allow men like Conrad and Dimitri to destroy it. However, whenever, they chose. Conrad could see the change in the boy: the submission, the surrender. He could also, to his immense pleasure, feel it as he cock sank in balls deep into the boy’s hole. “Oh fuck, boy, that’s right,” Conrad panted, speeding up, “Take daddy’s big cock deep, let me own that boyhole.” Conrad now fucked more brutally, enjoying the way his big slab was visible through the boys tight, fat-free torso. Suddenly, Timmy began crying out, moaning, his entire body shaking as he experienced his first anal orgasm. Seeing the change, Dimitri got up from where he’d been reclining on the big leather sofa along one wall enjoying the show. He grabbed a 3/4 gram vial of crushed Tina, his pipe, and then his small bowl of crystal rocks and walked over. He handed his husband the vial and got the smoke flowing. He and Conrad took turns puffing and shotgunning—little Timmy thought the two of them making out was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen—and then Dimitri started feeding clouds to the already-high Timmy. After Timmy had puffed a bit, the need in his hole growing, Timmy began to beg, “Oh fuck, doc, oh fuck daddy, harder, need deeper.” As he began to really rail the boy, he felt the beast stir. “Teach this gorgeous little slut the Litany of the Offering ,” Conrad said, “Somebody wants to join us and fuck up this hole.” Dimitri grinned and leaned in and whispered quietly in Timmy’s ear. Timmy opened his eyes—the darkest brown of his eyes now void black—and looked directly into Conrad’s face. His expression one of intense need, he began begging, “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole, fill me your toxic seed.” Conrad grinned, and began a series of full pull out and slam in fucks, Timmy squealing the words of the litany with each punishing thrust. Still slam-fucking the boy, Conrad opened the vial of crushed pussy powder. He recited the sacred words, proper to his beast, over the boys begging. “The white wolf is a creature of snow, and ice, his eyes shine crystal blue. The white wolf is a creature of snow and ice…”. Conrad pulled out, and in a movement he’d practiced hundreds of times over the decades, he dropped the entire vial of crystal deep in Timmy’s boyhole. Without missing a beat the huge cock, already starting its supranatural swell, plunged into Timmy, driving the big pile ahead of the blunt head. Timmy started screaming as his hole burned with fire and the cock’s new length pushed in at least a half-inch deeper than Conrad had gone before. The room went immediately black as night, the lights and candles extinguished. The eyes of Conrad’s wolf tattoo glowed bright blue, the pentagrams worked into them pulsing uncomfortably warm. Conrad felt the swelling increase, as his cock slowly lengthened and the base started bulging. Timmy was going to be fortunate tonight—if his cock swelled slowly, it would make what was to come easier to bear. Conrad continued to fuck the boy, each thrust in to the boys molten depths going deeper, and each time by the time he pulled out his cock was thicker and the big swelling ball that grew at the base of his cock was larger. Conrad plunged in again, and started just fucking the base of his cock in and out, each pull stretching the boys outer ring like a growing set of anal beads, each stretch bigger than the last. Conrad couldn’t believe how good it felt—not as sweet as a hole during the sex ritual, but just off of that by a fraction. Timmy was begging for the fuck, begging for the load, begging Conrad to stop, crying out, moaning, and yelling, “Fuck me daddy, harder, punish my pussy, it’s what I neeeeed.” This last cry came as the beast fully revealed itself, the cock growing twice as fast with each punishing fuck of the gaping boycunt and the long tongue wrapped around the giant burned hot. Conrad looked down—and brought his cock out—his cock was probably thirteen inches now, and he estimated eleven around, the ball at the base swollen to fourteen inches in circumference. His cock remained gorgeous, shaped in its nearly angular beauty, pink and white and alive. Hard it never really looked real—he agreed with those who said looked a bit like a big dildo—but swollen to this size, and with the bulging base, it looked like something from a fist fuckers dildo fantasies. And this dildo was covered in a thick layer of slightly pink pussy cream. And this living dildo needed to fuck. And so fuck he did, pillaging Timmy’s hole for a solid thirty more minutes. Timmy was gaping and sometimes struggling, but Dimitri was looking out for Timmy, dropping shards into his gash for Conrad to drive in and whispering in his ear while feeding him the pipe. The boy stopped struggling, and just started moaning and grunting quietly—when he suddenly opened his eyes and looked Conrad square in the face. “I am your hole, feed me that seed, please daddy, feed me the seed.” At that moment the big cock swelled, and Conrad could actually see the bulge in Timmy’s abdomen get bigger, and Cobrad erupted, his cock spewing first several gigantic pent-up-spurts of his own semen, and the big cock sputtered for a split second and then the thick, heavy cream of supernatural semen erupted. Conrad kept brutally fucking, making sure that the heavy cream coated his still spurting tool. He plunged out and plunged in again, stopping with his cock positioned so the ball at the base was in Timmy’s hole at the widest point. Over the next few minutes, with each squirt of come, his cock continued to swell and the ball grew by another inch and a half in diameter. Timmy was both screaming and experience a rolling series of assgasms. Dimitri, from long experience, was holding the boy’s legs back and keeping his body in place. For Timmy, the big swelling cock was like getting punched in the gut with every thrust. But his desire to be dominated, to take the load, and the growing euphoria of his second dose of supernatural sperm was feeding his need for destruction. However, when Conrad paused and Timmy felt the final stretch by the ball at the base of the giant cock, he went completely silent; His mouth open in a silent howl. Dimitri grinned and bit the boys ear. Conrad was not generally any where near as mean or sadistic as Dimitri could be, but he loved to punish hole in very particular ways. Conrad’s friends were convinced that Conrad owned one of every single enema tool or inflatable ever made, and most of them were huge and could be used with great brutality. Conrad’s dominant maleness was currently locked into battle with the will-to-self-preservation of a very high, very small in stature, and very hungry natural pussy boy. Timmy’s eyes were pleading, his ass involuntarily trying to push the giant intruder out. But no one-hundred-pound eighteen-year-old twink could match physical strength with a giant muscle fucker, especially when the boy was not fighting the man, but himself. With great clarity, like a lightswitch click, both men saw Timmy submit yet again. This time even more completely and fully. His eyes closed, lashes wet with tears, his head lolled back as he moaned out, “Fuck me daddy, please, hurt me.” Conrad kept the stretch for about thirty more seconds as Dimitri whispered, “Now that’s a good boy.” Then Conrad popped the supernaturally giant cock into the boy and positioned himself on his toes over his prey with his bulging arms holding the boy captive, his cock able to penetrate the boy to its fullest depth. Conrad plundered and pillaged the boy, fucking hard and fast, popping his huge tool out and driving it in to its new pussy-crushing depth. Each time he was entered, Timmy spasmed and groaned, but he no longer shouted. Instead, he moaned and keened as he rode the pleasure/pain journey Conrad was guiding him on, silently weeping in relief to have finally accepted his true role in the world. Conrad fucked him until Timmy started showing his rosebud. Conrad pulled out, reached into the big bowl of crystal rocks and selected a large one. He placed the big rock in the huge piss hole of his expanded cock and drove it in deep. Timmy cried out and Conrad commanded, “Bear down, use your hole to suckle on daddy’s giant tree then push out hard.” Conrad sighed as Timmy groaned, his entire hole suddenly reminded of the size of the supernatural cock. When Conrad felt the amazing suckle of Timmy milking his cock shift to the opening of the hard push out, and he drove his cock in just a smidge tighter and let loose a giant stream of mixed pent-up chempiss, leftover toxic man cum, and supernatural sperm. Timmy cried out at the burn, but then he started begging, “Oh fuck daddy that burns so good, use me as your urinal daddy, please daddy stretch me.” In all, after Conrad’s wolfy orgasm, Timmy was fucked for another ninety minutes by his daddy doctor’s oversized cock. In all, Conrad had been inside the boy for nearly two and a half hours of constant, dominating bliss. Dimitri was getting justifiably restless for his turn, and he started preparing for the next stage. He made sure the there was an adequate supply of both crushed Tina and rocks at the ready and rifled around in drawers gathering cuffs and jocks and other paraphernalia. While Conrad continued fucking, Dimitri loaded up the pipe and he and Conrad smoked. “Getting impatient, old man,” Conrad teased. Dimitri grinned and said, “Losing your self-control old man, can’t stop? I told you it was one sweet hole.” Right as Dimitri said that Timmy went into another anal orgasm and Conrad’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Top twenty fucks of my life, maybe top ten,” he breathed out, his smile ecstatic, “Okay, top five, what a hole.” Dimitri grinned and then leaned into towards Timmy’s head, reaching across, he locked a wide leather collar trimmed in red around the spun out boys neck. He turned Timmy’s head towards his own and the boy opened his eyes and looked into the man’s handsome face, his eyes black but adoring. “Timmy you weren’t top five for me baby,” Dimitri said, “No, you’ve got the best boypussy I’ve ever had. And I am going to ravish that pussy every day for the rest of my life.”

Even now I'm not really sure what came over me - but this is the story of what happened. My name is Paul, and at the time this story begins, I was 27 years old and very happily married to Ryan. Ryan was the same age as me, and we had been together for six years, and married for four. I can honestly say I had never been happier - I had never cheated on Ryan and I could never imagine wanting anyone but him. We were definitely made for each other - though a bit different temperamentally, we had the same values and we enjoyed the same things. We enjoyed being together and I can honestly say I had never loved anyone the way I loved Ryan. I loved his sense of humour, his integrity and, of course, his sexy body. Ryan was smaller than me but quite muscular, with dark hair, a cheeky smile and an arse that made my cock hard every time I looked at it! I also admired him. Ryan was a nurse and loved his job - he loved helping people and I knew his smile often made as much difference to his patients as his care did. He also cared passionately about sexual health and worked three hours a week as a volunteer nurse at a sexual health clinic. I was a consultant in the tech team of a large IT company and, while I earned a lot more money than Ryan, I couldn't help being aware that his job was by far the more valuable. Ryan and I met through friends a year or two after I finished university. I liked him straight away and we started seeing each other. The first time we went out we went for an Italian meal and a drink and then we went back to my flat and fucked. I couldn't wait to get Ryan's pants down and I was really hoping he would want me to fuck him. He did - and although he explained that he never did it without a condom, we had a truly great fuck and I enjoyed every single minute of it. We started seeing each other regularly and after six months we moved in together. We talked about safe sex and Ryan explained how important it was to him and I was happy to fall in with his wishes. My record on safe sex was, on the whole, quite good - though not of course anything like as good as Ryan's. I had mostly played safe, but now and then if a fit lad offered me his arse and wanted me to go in bare, I did. On the whole, I enjoyed fucking without a condom more - but I was careful most of the time. I was mostly a top - I would say I was a top about 90% of the time - but now and then I liked to take it up the arse. I especially enjoyed taking it on my back with my legs in the air - I'm not sure why, but there's something really horny about lifting my legs and letting some fit guy bang my arse. I must admit, I did sometimes take it up the arse without a condom too. Of course I knew it was risky, but I didn't mind taking a chance now and then, and somehow that added to the excitement. I remember once about a year or so before I met Ryan, I was at a civil partnership ceremony and got talking to a couple who were at the same table as me. We got on well and I was getting definite vibes that they might be up for a threesome. After the meal, we took a walk in the woods behind the hotel where the celebration was taking place. I had had a few drinks by this time, and was very much in a bottom mood. I ended up going down on them both and a short time later I was leaning up against a tree, pants and smart trousers at my ankles as first one then the other fucked me hard up the arse. None of us had condoms so we just went bare and I took both their loads up me. A few months before I met Ryan, I was assigned a three month project working with an external consultant. The other guy was a really handsome black guy called Akim. Akim was the same age as me but a bit more experienced and he led on the project. I liked Akim, and we got on well, but I didn't think we would have much in common. He was quite sporty and told me he was a devout Christian. He also had a girlfriend whom he talked about quite a lot. However, he wasn't bothered when I told him I was gay and the project got off the ground on schedule. I also found Akim really attractive and could not help noticing the sizeable bulge that always seemed to be visible at the front of his suit trousers. I tried hard not to look at it, but I was fairly sure that Akim had noticed my attention wandering to the front of his trousers one night when we were working late together. A little later on, he told me he had noticed me looking at the front of his trousers and, much to my surprise, asked me if I would like to see what he had inside them. A short time later, Akim had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to his knees and I was sucking on one of the biggest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he told me that he would love to fuck me. We didn't have any condoms or any lube - and I knew I could never take a cock that big up my arse without lube, so we contented ourselves with me sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. The next time we worked late alone, I let Akim fuck me. He had said he would bring everything we needed but, although he produced some lube, I was surprised to find that he hadn't brought any condoms. I wasn't really that bothered though and, to tell the truth, the thought of taking his big cock up my arse without a condom was really turning me on. I sucked him for while and then I bent over my desk, my pants and trousers pulled down below my bum and my shirt pushed up my back as Akim fucked me bareback and shot what felt like a huge load right up my arse. After that, we fucked regularly, mostly with me bent over the desk, but a couple of times I pulled off my shoes, trousers and pants and laid back on the desk in just my shirt and socks, my legs in the air as Akim fucked me and shot another big load up me. I enjoyed all these encounters very much but, like I said, most of the time I was content to be a top. This suited Ryan very well - he loved to be fucked, but was not so keen on topping. For the first months we were together we used condoms and then we decided to get tested and hopefully stop using them. Our test results came back negative and, on the night of our first anniversary, I fucked Ryan for the first time without a condom. I can't tell you how good it felt - I had always loved fucking Ryan and tonight his hole felt so much tighter around my dick as I pushed it up his arse and began to fuck. Ryan was in his favourite position - on his back with his legs over my shoulders - and we didn't hold back. That night I dumped two loads right up him and in the morning I added a third. After that, we stopped using condoms. We were very happy and after a few years we managed to buy a small house together. It was in a small village outside the town (that was all we could afford) but we really loved it. When we had been there a few years, our lovely neighbour sold her house and moved out. The house bordered on to ours at an angle and I was hoping we would get good neighbours in her place. She told us she had sold the house to a gay couple, one of whom was a solicitor. She wasn't sure what the other one did. A few weeks later, they moved in and after a day or so they came over to introduce themselves. Peter was the solicitor, a small, blond, serious looking guy and the other guy was called Aidan. Aidan was a stocky, dark haired Irish guy and I have to admit I found him quite attractive. After they had settled in they invited us over for dinner one Saturday evening. They were good company and we had a very enjoyable time. I couldn't help noticing that Aidan had a really fit arse. I should explain, I am a bit of an arse guy - I think the arse is definitely my favourite part of a guy - and I love nothing more than pulling a guy's arse cheeks apart and sticking my tongue right into his hole. Ryan's arse was quite smooth, with just a few hairs around his hole, but I guessed that Aidan's was probably quite hairy - judging by the time he dropped a fork and bent down to pick it up, giving me a really good view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. As I said, they were both good company and, although Peter talked of his work quite a bit, I wasn't really sure what Aidan did. Once or twice during the evening, I thought I caught Aidan glancing at me, and there was something in his glance that made me feel a bit horny. That night I fucked Ryan hard up the arse and came almost immediately. We had both had a few drinks and we fell asleep quite quickly, but a few hours later I woke up with a raging hard on. I nudged Ryan awake and told him I was feeling really horny. He kissed me and then knelt up on the bed. I slipped my cock up him easily (he still had my first load in him) and fucked him again until I dumped a second load up him. The following Saturday evening, we invited Peter and Aidan to dinner with us. The conversation turned to work and I asked Aidan what he did. He told me that we wasn't working at the moment as he had been quite ill for a while. I asked if he was feeling better now and he said he was. Then he told us that he was HIV positive and, due to complications, had been unable to take meds so was currently unmedicated. I was really surprised by his honesty and even more so when Peter added that he was negative so they always had to use condoms. A short time later, the subject was changed, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about what Aidan had told us. When we had finished the meal, Ryan poured some more drinks and I cleared the table and took the dishes through to the kitchen. Aidan said he would give me a hand and joined me in the kitchen. He smiled at me and said he hoped he hadn't embarrassed us by talking about his HIV. I said no, of course not, and added that it must be hard always having to use condoms. "Ah well," said Aidan, "It would be," he lowered his voice, "if I always used them!" "Oh," I said confused, "I thought Peter said you always use condoms." "I do always use condoms," said Aidan and then, lowering his voice he added "when I'm with Peter!" He winked at me and, just for a moment, rested his hand on my arse. I could feel myself blushing and I hoped that Aidan wouldn't notice the fact that my dick was suddenly getting hard in my pants. A short time later we were safely back out with Ryan and Peter and we had a few more drinks. I was sure I could feel Aidan looking at me from time to time and I tried hard not to look back at him. When we got home, Ryan asked me if I was alright and said I had seemed a bit distracted as the evening went on. I assured him I was fine and that night in bed, we fucked. We were both horny, and enjoyed a great fuck. Ryan ran his hand down my arse crack as I fucked him and then, as he sometimes did, he pushed his finger against my arsehole. He pushed his finger in to my hole as I fucked him and a short time later I came right up his arse. The next morning, Ryan was working and I had a lie in. I woke up with a hard on and began to play with myself. I wondered what Aidan had meant the night before when he said that he always used condoms with Peter. I guessed that he meant he sometimes fucked with other guys and did not use condoms, despite being HIV positive and not on meds. I was wanking now as I imagined what Aidan's cock would look like - I imagined it would be big and hairy. I took hold of my cock and began to really wank myself as I imagined Aidan pulling off his trousers and pants and squatting over me so that I could push my tongue up his hairy arse. As I said earlier, I'm mostly a top, but I liked to be fucked now and then and Ryan was really not into topping so I hadn't been fucked for a long time. Ryan pushing his finger up my arse had really turned me on and now I began to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by Aidan. I was wanking harder now, as I imagined spreading my legs so that Aidan could fuck me. Then I thought he might want to fuck me without a condom even though he was HIV positive and not on meds and somehow this thought turned me on even more. Just as I imagined Aidan pushing his bare cock into my arse, I shot my load all over myself. A couple of months went by. We socialised with Peter and Aidan now and then and a few times I saw Aidan working in the garden - their garden joined ours at an angle so I had a perfect view. Sometimes I would watch Aidan discreetly as he worked in the garden - he still wasn't working at that point - and I loved seeing him bend over and show his arse crack. I was wanking all the time now when Ryan was at work - I hadn't masturbated so much since I was a teenager - and if I'm being honest, most of the time I was thinking about Aidan One time I was watching Aidan doing some work in the garden out of our bedroom window. He was wearing shorts and a black top and I had a great view of his hairy arms and legs. I caught sight of his arse crack a couple of times and began to play with my cock. I was fairly sure he didn't know I was watching as he stepped up to the wall and pulled out his dick. Almost immediately he began to piss hard against the wall, standing back from the wall spraying his piss up and down. I watched fascinated as he finished pissing and, instead of putting his dick back in his shorts, he began to play with it. He was hard now and began to play with his cock - it was just as I had imagined - big and hairy. I pushed my hand into my pants and began to play with my cock as I watched Aidan wanking. I was still confident he didn't know I was watching and a few minutes later I could tell he was getting close. Aidan wanked his cock a few more times and then turned and looked straight at me as he wanked a huge load of cum out in front of himself. That was too much for me and I shot my load into the front of my pants. Then Aidan winked at me and went back into the house. I didn't know what to think - I had been caught watching Aidan - I don't think I had ever felt so mortified, but I also don't think I had ever felt so turned on - my cock was rock hard, even though I had just shot a load. I suddenly thought of something and opened the bottom drawer of Ryan's chest. I wondered if what I was looking for would still be there, but under some pairs of pants, I found it. It was a large rubber dildo - thick and about seven inches long. It was Ryan's from when he was single and we had kept it to use for fun. I had used it on Ryan quite a few times and once or twice he had used it on me, although we hadn't played with it for a while. I pulled off my pants, trousers and socks and bent over the bed. I rubbed some lube on my hole and then pushed the dildo gently against my arsehole. I hadn't been fucked for a long time and it hurt going in to my arse but I really wanted it - I needed to be fucked! I pushed the dildo slowly right up my arse and began to fuck myself with it. I remembered bending over the desk for Akim, the IT guy, and tried to think of him. I also tried hard to think of Ryan, and imagine it was him standing behind me, but my thoughts kept turning to Aidan. I fucked myself for a while, and then I pulled the cock out my arse, laid back on the bed, and raised my legs. I pushed the dildo back up my arse. This was how I wanted Aidan to fuck me - on my back with my legs in the air - and I didn't want him to use a condom. I wanted him to push his bare cock up my arse and fuck me. I was fucking myself really hard now as I thought how much I wanted Aidan to cum in me. I knew that would probably mean he would give me HIV, but just at that moment I wanted him to give it to me. I wanted that big, hairy cock to cum in my arse and get me pregnant. I wanted him to give me a baby! As I thought this I shot one of the biggest loads of my life all over myself. I had finally admitted to myself that I wanted Aidan to knock me up - I wanted him to poz my cunt! But I knew I would never do it. Would I?

Traveling in Europe for spring break. Last night I went to SLM – Copenhagen for their military themed night. SLM is a leather and fetish club in Copenhagen that is mainly run by volunteers. It wasn’t very crowded as they are just starting military night. There were only about 15 people. I would’ve liked a bigger crowd, but I ended up having an enjoyable evening. Had a couple of great fucks and some engaging conversation with the volunteers working the bar. The first guy who fucked me ended up being number one and number three. He was dressed head to toe in black leather military regalia. He was watching me sucking cock on my knees in the dark room. Eventually, I moved over to him and felt his budge underneath the leather. He pulled out his flaccid cock, and I went down on my knees to suck him. He quickly grew harder as he aggressively thrusted into my mouth. When he is ready, he brought me over to one of the benches and pushed me over. He spit on his cock and started to thrust in me. I was so hungry for his cock and it felt so good. His cock is a sweet spot of being large enough to work my hole yet not too large for the first one of the night. Eventually wanting more aggression, he moved me over to a larger bench where he laid on top of me and roughly pounded me. I was his bottom bitch and we both knew it. I moaned and said “Thank you, Sir” and “Use your hole, Sir” encouraging his aggression chill with groans and slams he exploded in me. I could tell the load was a big one. One time he pulled out with nary a glance at me and left me lying on the bench with cum dripping out of my ass. Fuck number two started when I saw this guy getting sucked by admiral on his knees. I went over to investigate and discovered a very beautiful cock. Good girth and length and beautifully proportioned. I wanted to feel that cock in my hole. She noticed me when I was next to him, and he started to have the eyebrow switch off between sucking his dick and mine while he started to touch and feel my body working his way to finger my ass. I was hoping he would notice the nice load of cum and that would be a turn on. Eventually, he started fucking unfortunately choose the admiral which I guess is only fair since he was there first. However, I watched that beautiful cock go in and out of the hole as he fingered my hole. He gave the admiral’s hole over to the first guy that fucked me and turned to his attention to me. My hole needed to stretch to accommodate his girth as she pushed in deeper and eventually popped the first ring. Once in he started to fuck hard completely out and slamming back in. I relaxed so he could completely use my hole as he pleased. He bucked even harder and slammed his load into me. He rested for a little bit and then pulled out to return to the admiral. Fuck number one, then jumped on my hole and proceeded to fuck me hard until he shot his second load in me. That was it for the night, but I really enjoy the fucks that I received.

Currently on holiday (vacation if you’re American!) in Bali. Met 2 guys the other day, both locals. The first was a straight up pump and dump. He was as nervous as fuck and it didn’t take him long to shoot in me. He had a decent enough cock but nothing to make you scream. The 2nd guy was a ‘masseur’ and it cost me 700,000 IDR (£32.50) for a 90 minute “massage”. His cock was huge, made to look even bigger because he was so slender. It looked like it belonged on someone else! There was a tiny bit of massage, I think he did one leg and one arse cheek then his huge dick nudged inside me. I’d only seen the first guy an hour before so I was still full of his cum. Over the course of the 90 minutes his dick never went down and he pumped 4 loads up me. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon!

I love eating ass either before,during,or after getting fucked and full of jizz...love smearing it on my face and having the bottom kiss and lick it off!

Part one build up and previous encounters I am a 6” chunky bear and a bisexual top who likes to bareback. I started out when I discovered public toilets with gloryholes in my twenties and enjoyed getting sucked off by whoever was there mostly older men who seemed to enjoy my 8-inch cock. One day a bloke in his 40’s in stockings motioned for me to come into the cubicle with him I had not done this before preferring being anonymous. But I went in, and he went to town on my cock and wanted me to fuck him, but people kept coming in and out, so he asked if I wanted to go to his flat just down the road. I was so horny and as had never fucked an arse before, so I went with him. Five minutes later we were in the bedroom of his flat we both stripped down and he sucked me for a bit before saying fuck me and lubing his hole. He then got out a little brown bottle and started to sniff them in each nostril then passed the bottle to me. “What are they?” “Poppers take a long sniff in each nostril and hold for as long as you can” I did as he told me the strong smell quickly hit me and had a tremendous rush and passed them back to him, he sniffed again and said fuck me now mate. Now feeling buzzed by the poppers, I really gave him a pounding and then dumped a load deep in him. For the next few years cruised the public toilets near me with the occasional fucking and realising those that used poppers tended to go for it a lot more and were much more up for it. I then moved to a different area and the opportunities dried up and as could not accommodate stopped seeing anyone. Moving on twenty years later married and not getting much sex and wanting to try some man-on-man sex again. Now with the internet found a hook up site so created a profile Bear top looking for bareback bottoms. As I could not accommodate and only occasionally get away from my wife for an hour or so in the evenings turned out to be harder than I hoped to find someone. I then found a guy in his 30’s who could accommodate and just wanted to be fucked bareback which suited me and he was only 20 minutes away. I walked in door he had porn playing I took off my clothes and he was on his knees worshiping my cock a then face fucked him huffing poppers and feeding him then to the turned him around and dumped my raw load in him. All in all, a very satisfying time so thought great and met up for a few times and becoming a regular pump and dump. Then messaged him in morning about the evening and he said had somewhere staying at his for the foreseeable future damn, so my odds-on fuck was out of the window. So back to the hook up site after scrolling through bottoms who could accommodate and did bareback was getting further and further away then I saw Roger’s profile. He was 67 versatile bottom skinny with tattoos a PA piercing and looked very nice also his interests included Bears, fur, rimming, Bareback and kissing which all interested me. Then there were more details that he had a playroom with a sling and was into fisting something I had never thought about but hey if he liked it cool. Then he mentioned enjoying piss play yuck and PNP which I had no idea what that was I decided to send him a message…. to be continued if you like.

Yet another trip to Basement sauna in Manchester, this time on a Saturday. Now Saturday afternoons will have less than a quarter of the crowd on a Sunday, but it’s simultaneously more chilled and more focussed. Crazily I walked out of there with more loads (8 in ass, 2 in mouth) from 50 guys max being there than I did with 250+ guys who were there last Sunday. Once again, a Backroom sort of meeting was arranged with a Backroom sort of guy, who flaked. Nothing I can say here, or anywhere, because yet again, nothing happened. This is practically becoming an obligatory thing to say in my Basement ‘Your Last Load’ stories. FFS and all that. Anyway, some highlights… First Load: As ever, I’ve got to neutralise my goddamn ‘top vibes’ that I apparently give off to publicise the fact I’m a total bottom. A guy in the main video area was happy to oblige, railed me good and hard on one of the mats as guys walked by from one cruising area to another. No one really stopped to watch, and it was early – less than an hour after the place had opened – so I thought, fine it’s gonna be just five minutes fuck and then he’ll move on. But he didn’t. After about five minutes, he started gripping my hips and it felt like he was digging in for the long term. And his cock felt like it was digging away into me. Quite sizeable and I was starting to get shudders and fuzzy ecstasies as he was hitting all the right spots. P spots and such. One guy did come and watch, walked up to me and started banging his cock on the top of my head for a suck, but I really was head down and focussed on the depth of this fuck. Sorry, man. I should’ve looked up and accepted a throat fuck. But my whole body was going blurry, just from the first fuck of the day. Then without warning, a gasp and howl and I felt my digging top cum hard inside me. I was in fucking heaven. Above aforementioned backroom person was meant to rock up at 2pm. It was before 1 and I already had a load in my ass, and I knew the jizzjoy would put me in the perfect frame of mind. I was flying, as always. Fuck yeah. Thank you thank you thank you: Seems I have developed a new little thing during sex, which is to thank the guy repeatedly while he cums in me. Not after, but during. First noticed this when I got chatting to a guy who’d just arrived, started fucking me in a cubicle as a warm-up, then we broke off as he was gonna hit the dark rooms. I spent an hour between 2 and 3pm hunting around for the guy who never showed, then decided to hit the dark room myself. Must have been perfect timing: wasn’t that crowded, but a succession of guys were coming in and out. Within seconds, I had hands on me, and a cock went inside for a jackhammer fuck. I love these: you know it doesn’t feel that ecstatic, and you’re braced with your legs wide, leaning against a wall… or in the case, your arms around the shoulders of someone else cos it was in the middle of the dark room floor, and this other guy seemed happy to support me. But you know: he’s jack hammering you because he just needs to cum. And yeah, three or four minutes of being hammered and he exploded into me. “Thank you thank you thank you” I gasp during his own gasping howls. He pulls out, and exits, leaving me with my supporting guy. Who has had an ulterior motive for supporting me: he wants to be next. It’d be rude not to allow myself to be manhandled up against the wall for pretty much more the same treatment. Bang bang bang goes the jack hammer, slam slam slam goes his hips into my ass, but this time the shivers come back and give me ecstasies… or is that a wave of jizzjoy? Whatever: another five-ish (??) minutes (I swear, time loops so differently in a dark room) of fucking and another hot blast of cum rushes into my ass. “Thank you thank you thank you” goes my desperate submissive cumdump gratitude. This one takes a bit of time to ensure his cum is safely fucked into me before pulling out and again leaving without a word. As he should. And another pair of hands take me, in similar vein up against the wall, to the same conclusion: “Thank you thank you thank you”. A final cock slides into my ass having been directed to the fuck bench at the back of the dark room. And again: “thank you thank you thank you” Four loads in quick succession… in what, twenty minutes maybe? Apparently I Have Seductive Eyes: Towards the end of my sauna trip, I get a bit of feedback from someone about exactly what those top vibes I’m allegedly constantly giving off actually are. I’m tall, I’ve got tattoos, I roll my shoulders and I kinda take up a bit more space with my movements and my body than a sub btm should. Ok, that last one is probably the ADHD. “But”, says the guy who tells me this in the corridor, “It’s your eyes. They’re really sexy and seductive.” I get a lot of compliments about my eyes. They’re big, hazel and with long girly lashes. It’s noticeable for some reason, and yeah I’m not shy about using them 😉 It’s the way he says this last sentence though… like a bit of a blur. Like he’s caught in the seduction a bit. So I switch it up, gaze into him and tilt my head with a half-smile like some kind of animal. Give him a wink and he gives a bit of a gasp. I glide him into the cubicle with whatever seduction he perceives me to have. If I’m half pretending to be Dom here, I’m also using my eyes to get him to lay me down on the mat, making sure my eyes are fully visible in the low light. “Fuck me,” It’s practically a command. I successfully hide both my own surprise and amusement, but I don’t let him out of my gaze. I am visualizing headlights, beams flying out of my eyes to fix him. We fuck. It’s not a bad fuck, and he does shoot a couple of mini-cumshots into me – “sorry I’ve come about three times already today” – but it’s that eyes locked together moment that’s memorable. I’m on my back, legs in the air, he’s over me and pounding away… but he’s given me all the power and it’s completely through my eyes. If I look away the spell will break. Eventually it does break, and we part. But every time afterwards when we pass in the corridor, I make sure to playfully give him a bit of the eye beaming right at him. It’s a strange thing, pretty much all in his head, but I am happy to play it for his thrill. After this, one last dark room trip for a couple more loads, and then time to make my exit. All in all, another good trip! *** Oh I almost forgot: I got chatting to some guy who wanted to fuck me, but with a condom - "I only fuck safe, sorry" to my "I only get fucked bare man, sorry" - so that wasn't going to happen. Anyway, I lied and told him I was poz, just to see his reaction. I’m not quite sure why I did it. It was interesting to see his mental gears clashing - must not stigmatise, but also must make my exit. Not to go all Backroom on this moment, but it was nice to experience that...

Cruised the homeless encampment last night. Traded joints for loads. 3 guys fucked me in a tent. All loads up my ass. Then came home and took my partner’s load up my cummy hole.

Part III: POV Rewinds Moses’ POV The room’s thick—smoke coiling through the air like it’s alive, curling around Nico and Cole tangled up on the couch. Nico’s body moves slow but heavy, deep thrusts punctuated by Cole’s breathy gasps, those little choked sounds that sound too pure for what’s happening. And then I see it. A flash of glass. Small. Clear. Nestled next to the TV remote like it belongs there. GHB. I blink once. Twice. My high brain clicks into gear, slow but razor-sharp. I know what I’m looking at. I’ve used before—but never with Cole in the room. Never with him involved. I grab it from the coffee table, eyes narrowing. “Whose is this?” No one answers. Just the sound of skin on skin, breath and heat. Then, a soft voice—barely audible over the wet grind of Nico’s hips. “It’s mine.” Cole. My little brother, fucked out on my best friend’s cock, just claimed that vial like it’s no big deal. Like I didn’t just walk in on something that should never be happening. I should be angry. I should be pulling Nico off him and throwing punches. But all I feel is heat. A low, deep kind of hunger curling through my chest. “Can I take some?” I ask, like we’re at a bar ordering shots, like it’s nothing. But my voice comes out lower than I expect. Rough. Curious. Cole doesn’t even look up. Just nods, soft and distracted, like he’s floating in Nico’s rhythm. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Sure.” That’s all I need. I grab the vial like it’s fragile—like it’s holy. Step into the kitchen, the cold linoleum grounding me just enough to focus. I grab a clean glass, juice—orange, bitter enough to hide the taste. I unscrew the vial slowly, watching the viscous liquid cling to the dropper. I draw 2.5 mL. Not too much. Just enough for a slow melt. Drop. The clear liquid kisses the juice and disappears. I swirl the glass, watching it blend, then knock it back in one smooth motion. Chemical bitterness lingers on my tongue as I sink back into the chair across from them, grabbing the pipe for another hit. Nico’s still going, slow and possessive. Cole’s head is tilted back, lips parted, sweat trickling down his neck. His eyes flicker but don’t open. He’s gone—melting, unraveling, taking it like he was meant to. And I feel it start. That slow G bloom. Warmth spilling from my chest outward, loosening muscles, unclenching fists I didn’t realize were tight. My thoughts slow but sharpen, laser-focused on one thing. Him. Cole’s body moves with Nico’s now, like they’re synced. Like Nico’s rhythm is etched into his spine. Every breath, every shift, every fuck-drunk sigh from his lips goes straight to my cock. I take a long pull from the pipe, watch the vapor thicken, turn in the bowl, dance like it’s alive. I blow out a slow stream, eyes never leaving Cole. He’s beautiful like this. Vulnerable. Obedient. And he doesn’t even know I’ve already decided. It’s not just that I want him. I want to claim him. I watch Nico’s hips stutter, see his shoulders tense—he’s close. Too close. And I move. I stand, slowly walk over to them—like I’ve got all the time in the world. My hand settles on Nico’s shoulder, firm. He tenses. I lean in, voice low enough to vibrate in his spine. “Don’t get too excited there, Nico. You may have popped my brother’s cherry, but I’ll be damned if I’m not the first one who busts a nut inside him.” Nico freezes. Still buried in my brother. Still gripping his hips like he owns him. But his eyes snap to mine—wide, disbelieving, furious. I don’t blink. Cole doesn’t move, either. He just breathes—shallow, fast—and I know he heard me. And I know he wants me to mean it. Cole’s POV I can’t breathe right. My chest is tight, heart hammering in my ribs like it’s trying to escape. Nico’s hands are locked on my hips, fingers digging into skin, and his cock—fuck, it’s buried so deep inside me I can’t tell where I end and he starts. Every thrust is slower than I expect, but deeper. Heavy. Like he’s fucking through me, not into me. I can barely think. The G is curling through my veins like honey, sticky and warm, turning everything soft and dangerous. My skin feels electric. Nico’s breath hits my shoulder, hot and sharp, and I moan before I can stop it. Then I look up—and Moses is still there. Sitting. Watching. Holding the fucking pipe. His eyes are locked on us, and I know what he sees: me, bent over, spread open, taking my first fuck with my big brother’s best friend. He should be pissed. Disgusted. But he’s not. His face is unreadable, but his eyes are hungry. Dark. I see him clock the vial. Fuck. Then his voice cuts through the room. “Whose is this?” My brain stutters for a second, then I answer without thinking. “Mine.” It’s barely a whisper. Doesn’t matter. He hears it. He stares at me like he’s seeing something new. Something broken. And for a second, that weight hits me—this thing I’ve done, what I’ve become, what I want. I’m not sure what Moses asked next, or what I replied with. Too fucked out of my mind to make sense of anything. I only see Moses disappearing into the kitchen, hear the sound of the fridge, a glass, the quiet suck of a dropper. Then he’s back, pipe lit again. He takes a hit like it’s nothing, like this is normal. Like me being wrecked on the couch by my brother’s best friend is something he sees all the time. His lips part. His fingers flex around the pipe. Then he stands. My heart stops. Moses steps toward us. Nico’s still inside me when Moses leans in and says: “Don’t get too excited there, Nico. You may have popped my brother’s cherry, but I’ll be damned if I’m not the first one who busts a nut inside him.” My breath catches. The G buzzes hard in my ears. Nico freezes—his grip tightens—but Moses? He’s calm. Certain. My voice shakes. “What are you doing?” He doesn’t answer right away. Just looks at me like he owns me already. Like I’ve always been his. Then he leans in. “You want this, don’t you, baby brother?”

Well I wasn't expecting this story to be so popular so I guess I can give part 2 a shot! Hope you like it as much as the first part. Again sorry for any grammar mistakes 😅. Part 2 As I was getting dressed I felt that there was still cum on me in various spots clinging to my clothes. I can't stand the feeling so I quickly take them back off and decide to take a quick rinse. I set my clothes, gear, and phone in the corner and headed into the shower area. Unfortunately they weren't exactly private. "OH your still here nice!" I jumped thinking I was alone. "I'm just rinsing off and heading out" "Aww that's a shame my buddy just got here and when I told him about you he was pumped to get a turn" "Wait so you fucked me?" "Yeah, you were pretty popular had to wait my turn but damn was it worth it" "Glad you enjoyed yourself, but that wasn't something I had the choice of doing." I explained the situation to him, he seemed shocked and apologized for his part in it. All the while his cock came to life rock hard leaking a bit of precum from the story I told him. "I had no idea, I thought being bound and used was just a kink of yours" "Well it is, but in a controlled environment, I like to have some say" "I wanna make it up to you, I have a pair of cuffs that that you can have. They have a safety latch so you don't have to worry about a key. Whoever is with you can just push that latch and boom your free!" I thought about it a bit, and decided to take him up on his offer and take the cuffs as I left. "Okay let me just throw on my clothes my husband's waiting for me in the car so I'll just grab it and go." "You can put them on in my room, don't want to draw another crowd. Besides I wanna make sure my friend didn't run off with them already" Well hearing that made me nervous and to afraid to attract another crowd I listened, grabbed my clothes and phone and followed him thru a maze of rooms. "Here we are" He unlocked the door to let us in and I was surprised at how big the room was. I thought there was only small ones. More surprisingly tho the room had about 8-10 people fucking a bottom, he was surprisingly quite for the fucking he was receiving. "This our replacement bottom for the party?" A big burly bear type was steering at me strocking his big pierced cock. "No he just came for a little gift, he's tho one I was telling you about that was bound in the swing" "Fucking hot man, sure you don't want to have another go?" I told him I was fine that I needed to get back to the hubby, just wanted to take the cuffs and go. I couldn't stop looking at the fucking happening before me "Ahh well the cuffs are in one of those bags, here have a drink relax a little while he grabs it" He got up and handed me a bottle of gateraid. I contemplated it and figured I was extremely parched. So I walked over grabbed the bottle and chugged it down. I was alot more thirsty than I thought. He was grinning at me as I sat on the bed, I felt a bit light headed. "I need to get dressed my husband's waiting for me" "You sure I could really use a hole to shove this in" He was rubbing my thigh while stroking his cock. His hand started exploring my body working it's way to my hole. He started rubbing the entrance to my hole telling me how wet it is. I tried to push his hand away but he was to strong ans my energy was leaving me, what's going on? "Here let's lay you down and get you more comfortable, I'll just lay your things over here" He grabbed my clothes ans phone setting them next to the bed. Guys were starting to gather around me. "Found the cuffs, and the spreader bar!" The original guy came back over. "OH you change your mind?" I tried to tell him no but could only let out a mumble. "He took the whole bottle of G, so looks like we found our replacement bottom after all" I felt the bed shift as the husky man got between my legs. "Night night baby, well take good care of you" I heard the door open and a few more people walk in before I passed out. They grabbed the other drugged up bottom, and i later found out that they just layed him ass up in the dark rooms. They wasted no time getting me flipped over so I was face down ass up. They cuffed my hands behind my back, bound my legs in a spreader bar and propped my ass up with pillows. When they propped my ass up it let some cum and the end of a condom pop out. "OH hell yeah this ass is loaded and ready, go spread the word. Let everyone know we have ourselves a community cumdump" The burly guy lined his dick to my hole but before he could push in my phone started ringing. He looked over and saw it was my husband. He grabbed my phone ignored the call, then called him back with facetime. "Hey baby whats taking so long. Wait wtf is this" "Your boys a bit busy right now, he's taking a little nap, but me and the guys are gonna keep him company." "Hey you fuck leave him alone" He just ignored my husband's demands aimed the camera at my hole. He started scooping up the cum leaking from my ass with his PA before catching it on the condom sticking out. Then started pushing into my hole slowly. "Fuck this boy has a nice hole." "Please stop!" He ignored him again and just started Jack hammering my hole. You could see the loads trying to escape as he fucked me hard and deep. "Fuck here's another load for you boy!" He breed me deep slamming hard a few time to push it in as far as he could. My husband was quietly sobbing as he watched. "Tell you what, if you can cum before the next gut breeds him, well stop. If not. . ." He was grabbing a tripod and propping the phone so all you could see was a first person view of my ass getting fucked. The hubby could see the next guy lining up to fuck me. "So if you cum before my buddy here we'll stop, if not we give any ans everyone access to this hole. I want to see you jack it and shoot that load." He turned on the screen record function after saying that. "Okay please let him go after this." "Well you better hurry he's already picking up speed" My hubby angles his phone and pulled out his dick, jacking furiously, watching my hole get used and getting more and more turned on "Fuck take this load bitch!" "Damn looks like you couldn't cum in time, but you gave it a good shot so I'll give you another chance" "Thank you, I'm so close" The next guy was already entering my hole he was big. The camera didn't show it but he also had a biohazard tatt about his dick "Alright final chance" They were racing, my top fucking my ass like he was trying to break it. My hubby vigorously stroking trying to cum before my top breed me "Fuck here it cums, fuck ahhhhhhh. Take that dirty cum bitch" With that my husband shot his load all over himself. Shooting one of his biggest loads. "Damn that was a nice load boy but . . ." My top pulled out and you could see a stream of cum pouring from my hole "You were a little to late" The next guy was already fucking me. "But you gave me one hell of a show, tell you what, come back inside. If you can find us another bottom he's all yours. Ill keep the call going to help you on your hunt bjt the conversation ends here. I have a hole to breed" With that my husband had no choice he started to wipe the cum off of himself and found himself getting turned on again seeing the husky guy line up with my hole before plunging balls deep. Possible part 3 coming depending on how you guys like this

Part 4 The next day our group headed out to the beach again. We decided to go early so we could be back in time for Tea Dance, then do dinner and the bars. James had been on his phone texting since he got up, and said he was going to go for a bike ride and would find us on the beach later. We saw him mid afternoon as he strolled down the beach in just his black speedo. He was with Martin and a few others. He and Martin had gone bike riding earlier, and they’d ridden out to the beach with some others. Martin’s husband, Liam, had arrived yesterday. He was tall and lean, with a shock of blonde hair. He was outgoing and had a French-Canadian accent, having grown up in Montreal and keeping a home there part-time. He was a professional fashion photographer and spent a fair amount of his time on the road. Or staying at one of their homes in Montreal, LA or NY. After chatting a few minutes, they continued up the beach. James sat with us for about half an hour before following the others. We saw him a. few times that afternoon, either at the celebrities’ blankets (as one of our friends nicknamed it) or he’d appear at ours briefly to check—in. We were preparing to head back to shower and go to Tea. He decided to stay on the beach and enjoy the sun. I was curious and, honestly, my voyeuristic side was slapping me and telling me to stay. Martin and his husband were sitting on a blanket. They were watching James as he took a run along the water’s edge. He was a runner by nature, and his long legs carried him gracefully, his athleticism obvious. “He’s a hot one,” Liam said. “MMmmm hmmmmm,” was Martin’s response. He was enjoying the show James was putting on for him. “How many times have you done him?” “Just twice.” “Bottom?” Martin nodded. “A very hot one.” He was keeping his voice lowered. There were 3 others with them, and he wasn’t necessarily fond of any of them. Liam had brought several friends down from Montreal for the long weekend. Roger and Kenneth, an on-again-off-again couple who spent most of their time together arguing; and Marcus, who said he was 21 but probably wasn’t. He was a student and stripper, the latter being how Liam had probably met him. “Any luck with Marcus?” “Some. He says my dick is too big. But we’ll see how he does this weekend.” James was now walking back toward their towels, panting from the exertion. He semi-collapsed on his towel beside Martin. Martin couldn’t help but admire James physique. His dick tingled and moved involuntarily as James stretched out. He tried to goad James into running naked, but he wasn’t having it. In truth, it probably would have been uncomfortable to run like that with his cock and balls bouncing. But it would have looked really hot to watch! They’d had a lot of fun biking earlier, and Martin was as impressed with the young man’s intellect as he was with his body. He’d been horny all day because of James. And some old fantasies were creeping back into his head. He patted James’ upturned ass. “Be careful showing off like that. Some bears will drag you into the dunes and work you over.” James laughed. “I hope they bring lube.” Martin smiled to himself, and his cock twitched again. “Oh? Have you been a dune bottom before?” “No. Never. I wouldn’t want to get picked off by the rangers. They were out here a lot a few years ago. Ticketed people for being naked on the beach.” “The rangers have been defunded. They don’t have gas money for their four wheelers, and they aren’t going to walk out this far.” He reached down and waggled his dick. “Besides, they love French-Canadian cock.” “Doesn’t everybody?” James said cheerfully. He was trying not to stare at Liam’s cock, but he had waggled it after all. It was easily eight inches long, a straight shaft to a mushroom head, like a pipe with a blunt. End. Liam had a nice body, lean, not as muscular as Martin. He was fairly gregarious, dominating most conversations that day. James wasn’t sure what to make of the relationship between these two. There wasn’t a lot of affection displayed between them, and Liam was certainly extensive to the twink he’d brought, Marcus. Martin didn’t seem to mind, as he was rubbing James back in front of his husband. There didn’t seem to be any jealousy between the two. The afternoon was starting to wane. Liam, Marcus and the other couple had disappeared over the dune about a half hour ago. Martin had used that time to swim with James, and make out in the water. He’d finally coaxed James out of his swimsuit, and they stood together in the water, discreetly jerking one another under the surface. “Where’d the others go?” James asked. He suspected he knew, and was intrigued by the prospect. “The grasses to play, I suppose,” Martin answered. “They’ve been gone that long.” He looked at James more intently. ”You haven’t been back there?” “Like I said, never.” He’d always been too nervous to do anything out in the open, but here he was with a hardon in the water jerking with Martin. “We can go back. And see what they’re up to. It’s always a good idea to keep an eye on Liam.” They slipped on their swimsuits and walked over the dunes. Into the salt marsh. The green grasses were tall and lush this time of year. The water was nearly up to Martin’s knees, slightly less so on James. Martin lead him into the grasses, following a natural, narrow inlet. They passed a few guys coming out, each one flying solo. “It’s pretty discreet back here, except for the onlookers. “ James heart was pounding and he felt very aroused. They were walking through the slight breach in the grasses, the water sloshing all around them. It narrowed and zig-zagged then it opened into a small beachfront. Liam was there, his hands on Marcus’ shoulders, his cock rubbing up and down the crack of the twink’s ass. Kenneth was trying to get his cock into Marcus’ mouth, but Marcus was distracted by the big cock trying to penetrate him. Roger was playing with a different guy in the water, ignoring the other three. “ Just as I suspected.” Martin looked at James, who was captivated by the sight of men having sex out here. There was some internal conflict on his face. Martin reached over and ran his hand up and down James’s smooth back, feeling the heat of his skin in the sun, and let his hand slide down and grasp his tight ass. James responded by reaching over and running his left hand up and down Martin’s chest and abs, his eyes still on Liam and Marcus starting to fuck. “How are they doing it without lube?” “Liam always has lube in his pouch. Lube and poppers. He never leaves home without them.” James was mesmerized, and Martin could see the bulge in his black speedo stretching. The Brit looked the young man up and down. “You are so bloody hot,” he said. Martin reached beneath the back of the speedo and began to massage James’ ass. James let out a soft sigh, then a whimper as Martin touched his hole lightly. The Brit felt his own cock thickening, relishing the look of the athletic young man standing there in the water. His exposed body was nicely tanned, the quarter sized nipples standing out against the bronze skin. Martin had wanted him the minute he saw him earlier in the week, which was why he laid down his towel close to the group of friends. James had proven to be an amazing lover their first night together. But Martin was feeling more primal out here in the grasses. He wanted nothing more than to pound the hell oughta the young American and seed him for everyone watching to see. “Shall we join them?” James gave a slight, salient nod. Martin lead him forward. Liam smiled at the two. “About time.” He was applying lube to his pipe to enter Marcus. James knelt down in the water and began blowing Martin. Martin watched as his cock disappeared inside James’ hungry mouth. “That’s it. Take it. Get my cock nice and slick.” He looked around; a group of six or seven men were lingering about, watching the action that was starting to unfold. The Brit raised one arm behind his head, showing off his own lean torso as he fed James his cock. It wasn’t long before Kenneth appeared and tried forcing his cock into James’ face. James began working both dicks in front of him, a malicious smile on his handsome face as he considered each dick. He would suck one, then transition to the other, feeling each man push himself deep into James’ eager throat. Martin was firm and steady, using his tool with expertise. Kenneth was more undisciplined, forcing James to gag over and over, and seeming to take some pleasure from it. James was trying to keep his connection with Martin, but the forceful face fucking was starting to break the mood. James tried to look sideways and see what was happening around him. Liam seemed to be trying to enter Marcus, but Marcus kept pulling away. In another direction, Roger was still fucking, and now James fully saw the good looking, dark haired young guy who had given up his ass to the French Canadian. James admired Roger’s body, having found the blonde attractive on the beach, he was captivated now seeing him in action. The compact body was tanned and nicely toned, his leg muscles standing out as he pummeled the handsome boy’s ass. The two were clearly immersed in their pleasure, and James wanted to see the young man get bred by Roger. Martin noticed where James’ attention was lingering. “You want to get fucked like that, don’t you?” He knew the answer even before James answered yes. James went back to attending to the two cocks in front of him. He was spending more time on Martin’s beautiful dick, and trying to resist Kenneth’s more aggressive efforts. He deep throated the Brit’s cock again, relishing the feeling deep into his throat. Someone started to roughly finger his hole, and James could feel the smooth, cool feeling of lube being administered. “Take a hit of poppers,” he was ordered, and the bottle thrust into one nostril. Sparks flew through his body as the rush took him, and the fingers returned to his hole, probing roughly. “Why don’t you show me that ass?” James stood up, ready to take Martin inside him again, desperately needing to feel that beautiful cock inside him. He immediately fell into a deep kiss with Martin, ready to turn around and offer himself to the more mature man. He’d hoped it was Martin preparing him to get fucked, but immediately he felt Kenneth trying to cram his cock into his hole. Kenneth’s aggressiveness was turning James off, and he finally stepped away to break the contact. At the same moment Marcus had also totally stepped away from Liam saying, “It’s just too big for me.” Kenneth also got frustrated. Then he turned and saw Roger pounding away on the stranger’s ass, and lost it. “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you barebacking some slut? Don’t think you’re gonna be putting your dick in me ever again!” He walked over and kept yelling at Roger, who had lost his rhythm. “Let’s move on. The moment is broken,” Martin said with annoyance, shooting a cold glare at the oblivious fighting couple. He led James out of the tall grasses, Liam close behind. Marcus had lingered behind, uncertain what to do, but seemed to be interested in a couple of the onlookers who moved in when Liam stepped away. They sloshed their way through the marsh, and started up. The tall dune heading back to the ocean shore. “Let’s head over this way first,” Liam suggested, leading them on a narrow trail through the vegetation midway up the dune. He found a sandy spot just below the top of the dune, somewhat secluded because of the brush around it. “This will do. You two wait here. I’ll be back in a minute.” It was still a couple hours before the sun set, but the sky was getting slightly hazy. There was a breeze coming off the water, refreshing in the summer heat, even here on the Cape. Martin moved in closer, sliding his hands around James’ waist and kissed him. It became a long, impassioned kiss. The two let their hands explore one another’s body, reigniting the sexual chemistry they shared. Both wanted the other badly. Martin became more assertive, sliding the young athlete’s speedo of with a teasing jab, “Looks like someone is naked on the beach.” His face was only an inch from James’ own, and he reached down to stroke James thick rod. James gasped at the erotic touch. “I guess there’s a first for everything.” “I think there are a few more coming,” Martin leaned into another long kiss. He felt James melting, just as he had the other night. He grabbed one of James’ wrists and pulled his arm up and over his head, then buried his face in James’ exposed armpit. James groaned with pleasure. He instinctively tried to free his arm and end the pleasure-torture of Martin licking his armpit, but Martin’s grip was unrelenting. With his other hand, Martin began massaging James’ ass. James responded with long, deep sighs, “Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh! AhhhhhHHHH!” Standing there naked in the dunes James was again falling into a sexual trance manipulated by Martin, and Martin was turned on by it. He had already decided that James was going to experience something new today, and James was falling right into his eager hands. Martin whispered in James’ ear. “Shouldn’t your mouth be wrapped around my cock right now?” James dropped to his knees in the sand and almost instantly had Martin’s swelling dick in his mouth. “Mmmmmm. Yeah, your mouth feels amazing.” James’ mouth felt especially warm and wet against the gentle breeze blowing across his naked body. He adjusted his stance in the sand and began pumping his dick into the younger man’s hungry mouth. “Get that dick nice and hard, James.” Liam had returned with their beach blanket and was spreading it over the sand. He and Martin exchanged hungry looks, and Martin motioned for the small bag Liam was carrying. He pulled out two of the items inside, and held the bottle of poppers beneath James’ nose. “Take a good hit of these,” he instructed, taking some delight in watching the sexy 20-something hitting poppers. “That’s it. Now the other nostril. Atta boy. Now get back to work.” James was more voracious about sucking Martin’s dick, placing both hands on Martin’s thighs and fucking his own face on the mature cock. James was on fire, his body aching for Martin, his hole feeling the gentle breeze blowing across it. He couldn’t get enough of Martin’s beautiful cock inside him. Doing this out in the open was risky, and that was giving him a thrill. He ran his tongue along the length of Martin’s dick, than slide beneath it and gently massaged each of his balls with his lips. He’d been fucked by this dick twice – the other night and the morning after. Knowing he was servicing it again was turning him on even more. “Stand up.” James stood totally naked and erect in the open air as Martin crouched down and began stroking his cock with his own mouth. The younger man moaned, closing is eyes to focus on the intense feeling of being blown. When he reopened his eyes, they met with Liam’s. The handsome blonde was kneeling on the blanket, slowly jerking off, letting James see its impressive length. James vaguely noticed some onlookers had gathered around the edges of their spot, keeping their distance but jockeying for a good vantage point. Standing up he could hear the waves on the other side of the dune, but couldn’t see the water. He was feeling oddly turned on being watched by the small crowd, something he’d never really experienced before. He felt Martin’s slippery finger slide up into his hole. Then a second. James groaned with pleasure, nearly losing his footing as the intense pleasure crashed over him. He began moving his hips to encourage the older Brit’s fingers, giving himself over to the growing hunger he was feeling. His mind had shut off all rational thinking and was strictly responding to the sexual stimuli. He felt sexy being admired by these two men, and the growing anonymous crowd around them. He’d never done something like this before, and it felt incredible to do so. Martin stood up and kissed him again, a long, deep kiss while both men fondled one another’s generous dicks. James felt Martin’s hand behind his head, keeping him locked in the kiss. Then he took a handful of hair and bent James head so it was looking down at the hardons, his ear pressed against Martin’s mouth. “Listen carefully and do what I say. I want you on all fours on the blanket. I want you to popper up again. You can suck Liam’s dick while you’re down there. The rest of you is mine. Understand?” James nodded, his heart racing. James was on all fours on the blanket the instant Martin released his grip. His athletic body stretched into the pose with ease, showing off the tight abs, solid shoulders, and athletically tapered waist. Martin watched him get into position and hit the poppers again, Liam helping to coax him. James lifted his ass toward Martin, his balls dangling in the breeze beneath his sweet hole.