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Chapter 8 ———Sam ——— I not sure why I woke up but it was still dark out. I looked over at the clock on Josh’s nightstand and saw it was 3:17 am. Wow, why the fuck am I awake now? I looked down from the clock and Josh was fast asleep on his back. No clue how he does that, I can only sleep on my side. I flipped sides to get a better look at the sleeping sex god. It was dim but I could see by the ambient light in the room. His naked body was on display and he looked so delicious. Those muscles rippling all over his body. That fat soft uncut cock laid against his v-line and his heavy balls rested between his legs. There was no doubt about it, he is the sexiest man I have ever seen!! My cock began to swell as I admired my very naked and very hot bigger brother. I scooted a little closer to him and rested my hand on one of his strong pecks. His skin was warm and soft beneath my hand. His chest rose very slightly in his sleep. I slowly moved my hand to his nipple and began to play with it as I dipped my head down till my nose was in his pit inhaling his scent. He smelled terrific and his scent made me go fully hard. He had his own unique manly smell, not musty or anything, just the smell of a man that worked hard. He rarely wore strong deodorants or cologne. I had never smelled any man that smelled as good as Josh. I moved my face to Josh’s chest lightly licking the nipple I had been playing with. The minute my tongue touched his nipple I remember what his cock and cum tasted like from our fun earlier and got hard as a diamond. I kissed my way down from his nipple to his abs, then down further till I was staring at his own very hard cock. When I played with Josh in his sleep the other night I was scared to death he would wake up to me sucking on his big fat dick. This time I was hoping he would wake up and take charge. I wanted him to face fuck me then bend me over and plow me deep and hard till I felt him explode in my ass!! I took his fat cock head into my mouth and started to suck it the best I could. I used my hands to play with his balls as I worked him deeper and deeper into my throat. I prided myself on being able to deep throat big cock and I had my nose in his pubes in no time. He was rock hard and his balls pulled up closer to him. However, he was still asleep. His breathing had sped up some but I could tell he was still out of it. I continued to bob on his cock working it with my tongue as I deep throated him. When I pulled back to suck on his head I tasted his precum. It was delicious and was flowing heavily. I looked up and Josh was still completely out of it. My hole was twitching at the thought of feeling his monster cock stretch me open. I slowly moved and positioned myself to where I was hovering above his crotch, my knees spread so one is on each side by his hips, and my arms on each side by his chest. I spit on my hand and reached behind me to lube my hole and then spit in my hand again and wrapped it around Josh’s cock to get it even wetter. I aimed his cock head, which was still precumming heavily, at my hole. I sat back on my knees and let it hit my tight spit covered hole. I slowly added pressure as I sat down until I felt his massive cock head pop into my hole. I held my position for a minute or two to letting my hole get use the pressure and stretch. I looked up to make sure Josh was still asleep and was happy to see he was still out like a light. Well all of him except his cock! I inched my way down his cock slowly. Feeling him stretch my tight hole more with every inch. It only took a few minutes to get him balls deep in my hole. He was the perfect thickness and length. I loved how my bug brother’s cock felt in me! I began to ride him as I rubbed up and down his chest and abs. I picked up my speed as I rode his massive raw dick as deep as I could. My hole was in heaven being stretched out by my brother’s prefect schlong. I put my head back and really took myself for a ride forgetting that Josh was still sleeping. I was in my own little personal utopian world!! —— Josh —— This is the best dream I have ever had. I was rock hard and it felt like my cock was in the tightest, warmest, most velvety hole it had ever been in. It was the sexiest dream I had since the wet dreams of my youth. In fact, I felt harder in that dream than I think I ever been even when conscious. Wait, was I conscious? Was someone really on my cock? Yea, I think someone is. Did someone decide to take my dick for a ride while I was sleeping?!?! That is hot as fuck, but who could it be? Who has access to my house, I knew I locked the front door before bed. Wait, Sam lives here now. Didn’t he also sleep in bed with me last night, where did he go? Confused, I opened my eyes and saw Sammy straddling me. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed and he had a huge smile on my face. I looked down his body, his firm chest and tight abs glistening with sweat as he rode my cock. That giant cock of his bouncing around as he went up and down on my dick. On my BARE poz dick!!! There was no condom or barrier between my cock that was leaking precum and his hole. What the fuck was he doing?? I mean it was hot as fuck and I am so close to nutting, but this is so wrong, right?!?! I was minutes away from filling my brother with toxic cum balls deep. He already had a ton of my charged precum coating the insides of his negative hole. This could be very dangerous and I have no clue how he would react if I filled him with poz seed. I know he is freaky and all, but that freaky??? I was just about to say something when Sammy opened his eyes and looked down and saw I was awake. He was momentarily shocked but recovered quickly. So quickly in fact that he was kissing me before I could ask him to stop so we could talk before I blew my demon seed deep in him. His tongue was in my mouth and we were making out like we never be able to again. His sweaty body laying on top of me pressed against me as he continued to ride my raw poz cock. His hole squeezing me tight and working my cock as we made out. It took less than 2 minutes for me to start shooting rope after rope of my dirty cum into his hole. “Fuck I am cumming!!’’ I moaned as my negative brother’s hole soaked up my toxic babies. “Fill me up daddy!!” Sam groaned. My charged load was in his second hole filling him up. Mixing our DNA in his negative hole. He was overflowing with my cum!!! He shuttered and cum exploded from his cock covering my abs and chest with his load. A load that probably would be his last negative load. We laid their, him laying on me, both of us short of breath and bathing in the afterglow. It took serval minutes to recover from the intensity of our fuck. “Well that was super hot and a great surprise but there may be a few things we have to talk about.” I said once we had detangled and were laying next to each other in the bed. —————————————- I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. There will be at least one more chapter. Thank you for all the great feedback and encouragement!! Uncut

I met my friends for drinks and pizza. As I got home around 9pm. I lay in bed and got on BBRT. I again searched profiles and tried a different search. 60 yrs+ Top only HIV Large/Oh my god Give in ass Give in mouth Take none Kissing BDSM I ended up seeing 21 profiles with 16 online. I went thru them and started to get hard. There were some hot dudes and also some not so hot dudes. Top Delivers Not prince charming or Brad Pitt here. 64 yr old average guy look less than average body but I will make any bottom cream and not want to leave. Top here looking for younger bottom to fuck and have long term fun with. I looked at his pics and he wasn't anything to look at. He wasn't ugly he just wasn't noticeable. His body was ok but then his cock pic. OMG it was huge. It looked at least 9". I moved on to another profile. Top with the Right Stuff 70 yr old POZ top here with high VRL. Young bottoms to the front. I will make you sing and see stars. Love bi-curious guys looking to learn. Reminder I am HIV positive and looking to breed. No meds here. Advanced HIV. No PnP, poppers ok. Be opened minded and we will have so much fun. As I read his profile I was intrigued. What does advanced HIV mean? I looked at his pics. He was tall handsome and thin. He looked not well but still had a nice body frame with some muscle and a thick moustache. His cock was huge it looked at least 9" and thick. My cock throbbed as I looked at his pics. He even had some of him in what looked like a very young bottom taking him with his face covered. I was so horny right now I got out the dildo and lube and stuck it in my ass and started to ride it. I stared at the pics and thought of Rick, Professor and all the men fucking me. I started to shoot cum all over again without touching myself. I calmed down and licked up all the cum. I was restless and still horny but tired. I best go to sleep.

I'm in Palm Springs this week, and have been fucking and getting fucked every night except Monday since I arrived last Saturday. It is a working sexcation for me, so I have had to limit my late night activities more than I would have liked. I had originally intended to stay until close at 541, for the 1st time this trip last night, and enjoy that last minute fuck energy to dump or take that last load, that comes to a fuck joint just before close. However around 1:30 am I found my energy levels flagging, and almost went back to the hotel. I had cum 3 times and had 8 confirmed loads up my ass when I decided to make the rounds one more time before heading back to my hotel. At 1:30 I got on my hands and knees on the round bed in the big playroom and twink offered me his soft cock to suck. He quickly hardened up and gave me a good long fucking and eventually bred me. It was now 1:50 about an hour and ten minutes before close, and I needed just one or load to make double digits, so I grabbed a cup coffee and resolved to stay. Earlier: My night has been really good up to that point, I got eaten out really well and got a good pounding, but no load from another bear almost as soon as I got there at 9:30. A few minutes later a long haired bear with a PA started fucking me in a sling, and did breed me. My next fuck was with the 1st bear, he took me to one of the closed cubicles and was fucking me when an ass came through the opening from the next cubicle, so we both fucked it and invited him over. We eventually wound up with 4 bears in the cubicle, 2 of us verse, my 1st fuck a total top and the 1st ass that came though the wall a total bottom. I wound up with 3 loads in my ass, and shot my load in the total bottom while the total top shot his 2nd load in 10 minutes in me. My next memorable fuck was with a verse guy I knew well from when I lived in Denver. We had fucked each other probably hundreds of times 20 plus years ago, but never bareback. We traded off fucking each other in the sling, both remembering exactly how we liked it, until I came in his cum sloppy hole for the 1st time, switched and had him breed me just a few seconds later. The next couple of hours are kind of a blur, I took 4 more loads and bred a guy in the fuck box again. There was a really hot black guy just my type that showed up and was offering his hole, but being tired and having already cum 3 times I wasn't able to fuck him, much to my disgust. Closing Time: I finished my coffee on the patio around 2, and went back in to find things had picked up significantly again. I got fucked briefly a couple of times in the sling, but didn't get my 10th load. I headed back over to the round bed, with cum running down my legs with every step. This time a short latino twink wearing a harness offered me his dick to suck. He proceeded to fuck me hard, in every position possible for the next 20 minutes. When the announcement was made that the club was closing in 20 minutes came, he was in me missionary and fucked me that way for another 10 minutes before breeding me. A black bear that had been watching us and letting me suck his dick, quickly filled my just vacated hole and dumped load number 11 for the night in me. By this time, the club was starting to clear out, so I grabbed some paper towels, put a couple of them in my crack before putting my shorts back on to staunch the flow of cum leaking out, and a couple more to put in the seat of the rental car. I'm happy to report I did not leave a cum stain in the driver's seat, and if I make it through tonight might not have to clean the driver seat before I return the car, which will be a 1st for me on a trip that includes Palm Springs. I did put a towel in the bed before I went to sleep, and it was covered with crusty cum by the time I woke up this morning. This was my best night of the trip so far, so I matter what happens tonight the trip will be a success.

I need to write a more complete account, but I gave 3 and took 11 loads tonight at Club 541. I hope succeeded in keeping the cum contained on the drive back to my hotel with paper towels and won't have to scrub the seat of the rental car before I return it.

This is co-written with and inspired by BoiFagBarbie. I have tried to obey the rules and post correctly. We appreciate this site as the only place a story like this can be shared. The main character identifies throughout as male and so this seems the right place to post. The story is multi-part and has been completed - it will be updated every day or two. *** Chapter 1 - Honor thy father and Mother. He tried to get the angle exactly right. Just perfect to show a glimpse of his face as well as his cute little outfit. He wanted this picture to look perfect and to capture exactly who he was. The essence of his appearance and of his personality. Much of it, he knew, was unnecessary effort. This picture was amongst those destined for a certain location, to be seen by a certain audience. They might notice what he was wearing or his haircut or his face but their main attention would undoubtedly be focused on the sweet curve of his butt. The perfectly unused and insanely tempting invitation of his boi pussy pointed right at the lens. A red rag to a whole forum full of bulls, a promise of pleasure or revenge or desecration - whatever they wanted from him. Whatever he desperately desired from them. He already knew what their reaction would be. Some would just look and enjoy, some would press the icon signalling their approval and a few would private message him their filthy, sometimes positively depraved, thoughts. More would just wank their hard cocks to his image, shoot their heavy loads of cum at the idea of breaking his cute little cherry hole. Just the thought made him excited. All of that cum shot just for him. It was an exciting thought but also a sad one. That was wasted cum and not just any cum either. There was a reason that this forum was the only one that he had posted his pictures to. There was a reason that he particularly wanted to please these men, that he wanted to be a willing submissive bimbo boi pussy for these men. The same reason that when he dreamed of a Daddy, or Daddies, making him their hole then he always dreamt it was men from this forum. *** From the outside his life must have seemed perfect. In their small town his family lived in 'the big house'. His parents were caring in their way and he had certainly never wanted for anything. Except for genuine love, except for the recognition of just who he was as an individual. His parents had been fortunate - each had found his or her perfect companion. They thought alike, acted alike and believed alike. A couple in every sense of the word. It had always been that way. Only very recently had he come to consider if that had always been true, if it had been true before he had been around. Had his father really found a woman perfectly suited to him or had his mother been moulded by his father until she perfectly fulfilled the role he desired for her? Just as now the two of them were going all out to mould him into the 'perfect son'. Whatever he himself might or might not desire - whoever he himself really was. His parents were very prominent in their local church and very prominent in their County's brand of rural ultra-religious Conservatism. The Good Book guided their lives and should guide the lives of everyone - at least those sections of it that they liked. 'Honor thy Father and Mother' most definitely fitted into that category and so did the perceived prohibitions against homosexuality. That Book was mined for prohibitions against most anything his parents didn't like. Once you made something fit then the need to explain or persuade magically went away. The Bible said it and that was that. His parents had all the prejudices of their kind. They hated liberals and feminists while they despised ethnic minorities. His father had read plenty of old tracts - from back when the Bible was King James and they knew how to understand it. Back when they saw slavery as a divinely-ordained institution. Maybe his father wouldn't go that far, at least in public, but for the old man equal rights were as ridiculous for 'them' as they were for women. It was probably just as well that in their town Black folks didn't stay along and womenfolk knew their place or got out. There were a few Democrat types still there to judge by the voting records but they kept real quiet about it. Such prejudices were neither here nor there - they found little expression in a town and a County so whitebread it fitted their worldview perfectly. The outside world made little impression save to show up on their TV News (Fox or Newsmax only of course) and to confirm their prejudices. Then, of course, there were the sodomites. If his parents and their society hated or despised other groups then it was nothing compared to the depth of their antipathy towards Gays and Trans people. He couldn't remember a time when his father hadn't raged against such unnatural perversions. When that fount of Biblical knowledge hadn't quoted the old rules, hadn't yearned for a leader who could clense their nation of such abominations. Were his parents really so blind or was it just that they refused to see? Back in school when such things had first become an issue the other boys had been chasing girls but somehow that hadn't captured his attention. He'd been more interested in Mr Lawson, the rugged ex-Marine who was their gym teacher. He had to have been in his early fifties but he still kept himself fit. The male body, especially the teenage one, was blatant in revealing what it found attractive. Thinking of Mr Lawson he would have a raging boner in his shorts, something he could only hide because he was rather small down there, thinking of the girls not so much. It wasn't like he didn't get plenty of opportunities. He was an attractive young man, retaining a boyish or even slightly androgynous charm. Some of the girls went for the 'bad boys' but plenty more seemed interested in the 'pretty boy' of the class. It would have been so much easier if he could have responded to that interest but he could not. When he had 'those' dreams they were not of him with a girl. They were of him with Mr Lawson or even better with Mr Lawson and some of his older, rougher, veteran friends. People noticed that he didn't have a girlfriend of course. He was put down as a late developer by most. Some others called him some nasty names but he understood that they didn't really believe what they said. He was his father's son. It was inconceivable that he could really be a fag. He obviously just hadn't met the right girl yet. He had almost convinced himself they were right. Even when he was past eighteen years old, going to the local Christian College and still hadn't met her. Despite having a severe crush on the College grounds man - a big bearded muscular man in his late forties who sometimes smelled of whiskey and whose skin was tanned by his outdoors work. Not that he did anything about the crush of course - to be found out would be expulsion, humiliation and maybe worse. Anyway the groundsman had a wife and five kids. Later he would admit it was the type rather than the individual that attracted him. The undeniably male type. He understood that fully when those college days provided the one great education that he obtained there. He discovered just what the internet could offer a young man like him. ***

Part 2 That first evening and night, Vince was kept high the entire time and had to endure several loads in his ass. His tense sphincter was completely broken, and the next day he woke up around noon, lying completely naked next to Rick. When he opened his eyes, he first wondered if he had dreamed it all, but when he saw Rick lying there, he knew that yesterday had not been a long wet dream but had really happened. He had lost his virginity and innocence, but in return, he had gained a new purpose in life. Vince was completely okay with going through life as a slut, cum dump, and slave. What he had experienced had given him a whole new perspective on his life and existence. He had enjoyed being Rick's subject and tasting his fat, big cock and feeling it in his mouth and ass. Although he had dreamed and fantasized about it and had been afraid, it was still much better than he could have imagined. He felt the urge for more and more intense sex growing deep inside him. He felt his pussy with his hand, and it was sore and swollen. But it couldn't be any other way, it was the first time he had been fucked, and for so long and so hard, and Rick's cock wasn't exactly small. Still, he felt his sphincter react immediately to the touch and a wave of pleasure and desire wash over him. Vince was sure this was what he wanted and wanted to live for. He wanted to get out of bed, but when he swung his feet out, Rick, who had also woken up, grabbed his arm. R: You're not planning on running away, are you, boy? I know where you live. Vince laughed. V: No, sir, I just wanted to take a piss. Rick felt himself getting horny again. R: I thought so. R: Normally, I would use your mouth and piss in it because I need to relieve myself too. But I won't force you to do that unless you want to. V: I don't think I'm ready for that yet, sir. R: As long as we're not playing, you can just call me Rick, Vince. V: Okay, Rick. Rick also got out of bed and they went to the toilet together and stood pissing in the toilet bowl. They looked at each other and Vince felt it tingling in his stomach again. Rick saw the loving look in Vince's eyes and when he was done pissing, he grabbed Vince and kissed him. R: Did you enjoy your first time, boy? V: Yes, it was so much better than I could have imagined. R: Are you ready for what's to come? V: Yes, and I'm looking forward to everything you're going to teach me. R: Hmmmmm, I like to hear that, boy. I love boys who are eager to learn. R: Are you ready for a short lesson? Vince looked at Rick with a loving and longing gaze. R: I'll take that as a yes. Rick pushed Vince down onto his knees. R: Let's see if you can suck as well when you're sober, and then you can taste my piss, because this won't be the last time you drink my piss. Vince felt a moment of fear return, because he found drinking piss disgusting and he didn't know if he would ever be ready for it. V: I don't know. R: Shhhhhh, just open your mouth and do what I ask. You won't regret it, believe me. Vince cautiously opened his mouth and looked at Rick's limp cock and saw another drop dangling from the foreskin. He closed his eyes, the smell of piss and sweat from Rick's cock entered his nose and mouth, and with a fearful and disgusted grimace, he took Rick's cock into his mouth. The drop of piss hit his tongue and the salty, bitter taste filled his mouth. When Rick's foreskin slid back, more piss ended up in his mouth, and although he found the idea of drinking piss, let alone someone else's, disgusting and repulsive, it wasn't as bad as he had expected. The tension in his body disappeared, and he carefully licked the piss off Rick's cock and began to lick and suck Rick's glans and cock. R: Hmmmm, yeah, that's it, Vince, lick it clean. See, you like it. Wait until you get to drink it straight from my dick, that'll drive you wild. Rick ran his hands through Vince's hair and grabbed his head. When he felt his dick get hard, he pulled Vince off his dick, pulled him upright, and started kissing him again. R: Hmmmmm, thank you, honey. I like to get up in the morning with a loaded gun so I'm horny all day. Vince, who was completely sober, felt butterflies in his stomach and was falling for the rough man who had him completely under his spell. R: Okay, let's get started, boy. You go home and bring a few pairs of underwear, a pair of pants, a T-shirt or two, and your toothbrush. Lock up and come back here. V: Will I have enough with so few things, or are we not going to be gone long? Rick started laughing, kissed Vince, and whispered in his ear. R: You won't need many clothes in the coming weeks. A grin appeared on Vince's face and he stepped out of the toilet, put on his swimming shorts from the day before and went home to pack his things, locked the house and less than 20 minutes later he was back at Rick's. Rick had loaded the car in the meantime, took Vince's bag and threw it on the back seat. Rick signaled for Vince to get in, and when Vince had fastened his seatbelt, Rick started the car and they drove off. V: May I ask where we're going, Rick? R: Sure, we're going to my cabin in the woods. We'll be more comfortable there because no one can disturb us. My cabin is isolated and there's not a soul around for miles. Vince understood what Rick meant. He meant that he could do whatever he wanted with him there and that much more intense things awaited him there. On the one hand, Vince was a little scared, but on the other hand, he also knew that what he had experienced was just a taste of what was to come. They had been driving on the highway for an hour when Vince wanted to ask Rick something that had been on his mind the whole time. V: Can I ask you something, Rick? Rick looked at Vince amused. R: If you want to know how far it is, I can tell you that we'll be driving for another hour before we get there and I can fill you up again. Vince had to laugh. V: No, that wasn't it, although I do crave your cock. Rick grunted. R: Shoot. V: I'm not entirely sure, but when you fucked me yesterday and came inside me for the first time, you shouted, “Take my dirty toxic load,” is that right? R: Yes, that's right. V: Did you mean that you're infected and pozz with HIV? R: That's right. Rick looked at Vince and knew he would still have this conversation with his pupil, and he hoped Vince wouldn't freeze up now, but there was a chance he would. Vince was silent for a moment, and Rick saw that he needed time to process it. V: So that means... R: Yes, that means that you are now most likely infected and will carry my strain of the virus. R: Look, in my world, it's not a big deal to be infected. It's more of a blessing than a curse. You'll see. You were made for this, Vince, and sooner or later you were going to get infected anyway. You're a slut boy, and real sluts are almost all pozz. Your pussy will often be filled with cum because you'll only want to get fucked bareback now that you know how it feels to get fucked bareback and how it feels to be filled with cum. You'll never be satisfied with anything less. If you regret it now, something can still be done. I'll turn around and we'll go downtown and get you on a course of PEP medication so that the chance of you becoming pozz is much smaller, but then the story ends here. Vince let it all sink in and looked at Rick. Rick, who was usually so dominant and sure of himself, sat there with a small heart, waiting for Vince's answer. Because what the boy would say now would determine a lot of what would happen next. V: I already knew, but I just wanted to be sure. You don't have to back. I know this is going to be my new life. Yesterday triggered too much in me, and I can't go back. What you say is true. Sooner or later, I would have gotten infected anyway, and I'd rather it be from you. I do hope you'll help me through the process and not just infect me and then drop me like a piece of trash. A grin appeared on Rick's face, and inside he felt relief. R: Look at my cock, boy. It's hard just from hearing what you say. I won't abandon you. Like I said yesterday, my gut tells me you're going to be my regular slut, and I suspect there's even more to it than that. The loving look returned to Vince's face and he bit his lip. V: Is your dick really hard, sir? R: Yes, slut, feel it. Vince put his hand on Rick's hard, fat cock. V: Hmmmm, I want to taste it, sir. I want to taste your cum in my mouth and swallow the load that infected me. Rick had trouble controlling himself. If he hadn't been driving, he would have grabbed the boy and pushed his cock deep into the boy's throat and made him suck until he shot his load into his mouth. But he had to pay attention to the road. He could stop and take him on the side of the road, but then they would arrive at the vacation home much later, and he didn't want that. The slut in Vince now came out in full force because he saw that Rick was having a hard time, and he rubbed his hands over Rick's cock and then kissed Rick's jeans and looked him slutty in the eyes. V: Please, sir. R: Fuck it. Rick turned on cruise control and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his fly. Rick wasn't wearing boxer shorts, and his cock popped right out. Vince eagerly looked at Rick's hard cock and licked the precum that was already dripping from Rick's glans. V: Hmmmmmm, your precum tastes so good, sir. Vince's slutty behavior brought out the beast in Rick. R: Stop teasing, slut, and start sucking, or I'll pull over and rape you. Vince continued to look slutty at Rick because the latter also seemed to turn him on. Rick saw the sluttiness in Vince's eyes and that the last suggestion also seemed to turn him on. R: Don't challenge me, boy. Vince eagerly took the fat, stiff cock in his mouth and started sucking Rick's cock hard. It didn't take long before Rick had his hand on Vince's head and pushed him as deep as he could. Saliva ran from Vince's mouth and Rick heard the boy start to gag. Rick closed his eyes briefly, then released his grip and let the boy continue sucking on his own. Rick growled and started shouting R: Fuck, you're a horny bitch. Are you sure yesterday was your first time? R: Fuck, boy, I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. Fuck yeah, suck it, slut. You make me so fucking horny. You'll feel my toxic load in your mouth soon if you keep sucking like that. Come on, bitch, suck that cock and show me what a slut you are. Show me how much you want to be my slut. Fuuuucck Rick's horny, dominant words made Vince completely wild and horny, and now he wanted nothing more than to have Rick's cum in his mouth. Vince's pussy started to itch, and he reached for his ass with his hand. Rick saw that and pulled Vince's hand away. Rick put his hand in Vince's shorts and searched for his hole. He stuck his finger in Vince's pussy and felt Vince's sphincter close around his finger. Rick growled again. R: Fuck boy, you're a dirty slut, a whore. Your pussy is begging to be filled. When we get there, I'm going to have to fuck you right away, slut. Your pussy is begging for it. Rick was almost at his peak, Vince had made him way too horny and he could hardly hold it anymore. Rick started growling loudly and shouting. R: Hmmmm, yeah, boy. My load is coming. Swallow, boy, swallow my toxic load and don't waste any of it. Understood. Vince was completely turned on, his pussy was being fingered by Rick's thick finger and he felt Rick's cock start to contract. He knew it was time and that he was about to swallow his first load of cum. Rick roared and Vince got strand after strand of thick warm cum sprayed into his mouth. His whole mouth was filled with cum and Vince enjoyed the taste sensation that had ended up in his mouth. Now that his mind was completely clear, he could fully taste Rick's cum and it was so much better than he had imagined. He felt Rick's cock start to go limp and he said goodbye to the cum in his mouth and let it slide carefully down his throat. This would not be the last time he would swallow Rick's cum, he was convinced of that. He licked Rick's cock clean, and then Rick pulled him up and kissed him. Rick gasped for a moment. R: Hmmmmmm, you're something else, boy. Not many have succeeded in doing what you just did. Vince grinned and wiped his mouth, clicking himself back into place and enjoying the delicious cum that had just been shot into his mouth. After savoring the moment, Vince looked back at Rick with his slutty gaze. R: Not again, boy, I want to be able to use you later. Vince started laughing. V: No, that's not it. Am I a real slut for you now, or do I still have to do or change something before I'm a real slut? Rick grinned. R: Hmmmmmm, my dick is getting hard again, boy. You're way too horny. R: But no, there are still a few things you have to do and change before you're a real slut for me. V: Like what? R: Drinking piss, for example. But a real slut to me is completely shaved. Vince looked at Rick strangely for a moment, and Rick looked at Vince. R: By that I also mean the hair on your head, which has to be short for you to be a real slut to me. Without thinking too much about it, Vince said V: Fine, then shave it off. I want to surrender myself completely to you. Rick felt his cock getting hard again, but this time he didn't let it show. He just grinned and rubbed Vince's blond hair. R: Okay, boy, if that's what you want, we'll shave you later. Vince still looked slutty at Rick, and there was even a kind of dark edge to his gaze. R: Rest while you can, boy, you'll need it later. Vince closed his eyes for a moment and fell asleep while Rick continued driving. After a good hour, Vince felt the car pull into a parking lot and opened his eyes It was already getting dark, but because of the dense vegetation in the forest, it was already quite dark and you could use some light. Rick took his keys and went to the door of the cottage, opened the door, and turned on the lights inside and outside. Vince looked around and saw a small garden surrounded by trees and bushes. If you walked around naked here, even if there were neighbors, no one would see you, he thought. Rick came back, took his things, and put them inside. Vince looked around some more, then took his bag out of the car and went inside. V: Where can I put this? R: Just throw it on the table. But first, drink this so it can kick in. Vince got that slutty look on his face again. V: I see you're not wasting any time. Rick growled. R: From now on, it's back to sir. Understood. Vince took the glass and drank it empty, the now familiar bitter taste filling his mouth, and he realized that there must have been something in the lemonade. Because it was the same bitter taste that was now in the glass. V: Is there anything I can do in the meantime, sir? R: Go rinse off, bitch. I want you ready for use by the time I'm done unloading everything here. R: The bathroom is the second door down the hall. Vince went to the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the shower, turning on the water and picking up the handheld showerhead, which had an anal douche attached to it. He rinsed himself several times and washed himself. When he was done, he already felt the slight effect of the G taking over his body, so he put his shorts back on and went back to the living room. Rick had finished unpacking the grief in the meantime. R: Follow me, bitch. Vince followed Rick and they went outside where a chair was waiting. Vince sat down on the chair and Rick picked up the clippers. R: Last chance, boy. Once I start, there's no turning back. V: Make me the slut you want me to be, sir. Vince heard the buzzing of the clippers and suddenly felt the cold metal against his scalp. Vince sank deeper into his G-high and felt himself becoming hornier and more submissive. Meanwhile, he felt and saw the blonde locks falling from his scalp. It didn't take long before Rick turned off the clippers and put them aside. R: Fuck, you look even hotter than I thought you would. Vince hadn't noticed. But Rick was standing there in just a Speedo, shaving him, and Vince, who was already getting pretty high, could see that Rick's cock had grown too big for his Speedo, because more than half of it was sticking out. Vince could already feel his mouth watering. R: Here, boy, put this on. From now on, you can and must wear this. Vince got a harness from Rick and he helped him put it on. Rick looked at his slut and felt that he wouldn't be able to control the beast inside him for long. R: Fuck, boy, now you're the slut I want. Vince got off the chair and knelt in front of Rick. V: Use me, sir. Use me as hard as you can. Let me feel what it's like to be a real slut and slave to you. Rick knew he wouldn't be able to suppress the beast inside him any longer and gave in to it a little. Gradually, he thought. He grabbed Vince's shaved head and pushed it into his crotch. R: I'll make you feel it, slut. I'll make you feel what it's like to serve me. Rick went inside, took some pieces of rope, and came back outside. He pulled Vince upright, pulled his hands behind his back, tied them, and secured them to his armor. Then he took him into the garden, put him on his knees in front of a tree, tied the rope around his waist, made a bondage knot, and then tied him to the tree. Rick went inside, took some things, and then went back to Vince. He stood in front of him and grabbed his head again. R: Take off my pants, bitch. If you get them off, you'll get a reward, and if I have to help you, you'll feel it. Vince's eyes were spinning violently in his head from the dose of G he had received this time, which was much larger than the last time. But he understood what Rick wanted from him. However, the G had impaired his thinking, and because his hands were tied behind his back and he was tied to a tree, he didn't immediately know how to solve the problem. R: Are you going to do it? Vince tried to focus and bit Rick's shorts, pulling them down with his teeth. Rick's shorts were now around his ankles, but he wasn't completely out yet. He banged his head against Rick's legs so that he would step out of his pants, but Rick, who was amused to see how his slut wanted to solve the problem, didn't cooperate. R: Can't you do it, slut? Vince looked at Rick. V: Would you like to step out of your shorts, sir? R: And what do I get in return? Vince opened his mouth and took Rick's swollen cock into his mouth. Rick grinned but pulled his cock out of Vince's mouth. Vince mourned for a moment. R: I think that's more satisfying for you than it is for me. R: Anyway, I'm going to take off my pants, but you're going to drink my piss. V: Okay, master. R: That's what I like to hear, slave. Rick stepped out of his speedo and took a step back. R: Open your mouth, slut. Vince opened his mouth and closed his eyes tightly. R: Open your eyes, slut, and look at me while I piss on you. Vince opened his eyes and looked Rick in the eyes. Rick grabbed his cock and started pissing. The warm stream first hit Vince's chest, and then Rick aimed higher. Vince felt the warm stream now spraying on his face, and for some reason it turned him on, and he sought out the stream with his mouth. The stream ended up in his mouth, and Vince felt the warm stream of piss land on his tongue and in his mouth. Vince felt the sluttiness and submissiveness come over him and he surrendered to it completely. He looked slutty at Rick and Vince saw that Rick himself was also transforming. There was something dark in his gaze. Something like a predator lurking on its prey, about to attack and devour it. It only made Vince even hornier, and without thinking, he let the piss run down his throat and swallowed it. This was much better than he had imagined. On the contrary, he wanted to do this again, and he leaned forward so he could get closer to Rick's cock and get the stream earlier and harder in his mouth. R: Yeah, that's how I like to see it, slut. See, you are a piss drinker. I knew you were such a dirty little slut. From now on, you can drink straight from the tap every day. Rick changed direction and now pissed on Vince's shaved head. As the piss ran down his head, Vince licked what he could off his face with his tongue. R: Fuck yeah, dirty slut, lick it off your face. Rick's piss ran down Vince's entire face, over his chest, and onto his shorts, which were now completely soaked with Rick's piss. The last drops spurted from Rick's cock, and Rick took a step closer. R: Lick it clean, slut. Vince opened his mouth and leaned forward, but the rope was too short and he couldn't reach Rick's cock to lick it clean. Rick knew it wouldn't work, but he wanted to test how eager and willing the boy was, and what he saw did not disappoint him. R: Shall I come a little closer, slut? V: Yes, please, sir. Rick took a step closer and Vince immediately and eagerly took Rick's leaking cock into his mouth. Rick had held back a little piss, he grabbed Vince's head so he couldn't pull away and emptied his bladder completely. Vince felt Rick's cock start to piss again and his first reaction was to pull away, but when he realized he couldn't, he surrendered completely and was completely captivated by drinking Rick's piss. Rick heard Vince start to moan and how he was enjoying drinking his piss. As he sprayed his last jets of piss, Vince started to get a skull fuck, and for the first time, Vince felt that Rick was being a little more rough with him. The gloves were off, but Vince felt that Rick wasn't going all the way yet. Rick pulled his stiff cock out of Vince's mouth and slapped him across the head, grabbed his head and spat in his face, then licked his face. Rick tasted his own piss and then stuck his tongue in Vince's mouth, who kissed him eagerly. R: You dirty slut. So eager to suck and drink the piss from sir's cock. You keep surprising me, slut. Rick took out a pipe filled with crystals. R: Master will reward you, boy. Vince looked eagerly at the pipe and knew what kind of slutty desires and horny feelings it would bring, and Vince grinned, and Rick, seeing Vince grin, growled. R: I knew you wanted this, slut. You're just like all the other sluts, they all crave Miss T. But you've earned it, slut. Here, take it. Rick held the pipe in front of Vince's nose and signaled for him to take it. Vince wanted nothing more than to take the pipe, but with his hands behind his back, he couldn't. R: Shall I help you, boy? V: Yes, sir. R: All right then. Rick took the lighter and started melting the crystals, and in an unguarded moment, he felt Vince take his cock back into his mouth and start sucking him. Rick grinned and started laughing. R: Apparently, you can't get enough of master's cock, can you, you dirty cocksucking whore? The crystals had melted and smoke had formed in the pipe, and Rick pulled his cock out of Vince's mouth. He heard Vince whimper briefly, but when he saw the pipe in front of his nose, he eagerly put his lips on the pipe and sucked in the smoke and held it in. Vince felt the warm glow wash over him and saw Rick melting the crystals again. Rick's swollen cock hung back in front of Vince's mouth, and Vince opened his mouth and took the cock in his mouth. R: Fuck yeah, slut. Blow your cloud on my cock. While Vince sucked Rick's cock, he blew his white cloud over Rick's cock. Rick had a new dose ready for Vince and put the pipe back against Vince's lips. They repeated this about four more times, and Vince felt heat in his body and had become extremely horny. His pussy itched, precum dripped from his cock, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his tongue hung out of his mouth. He felt Rick untie the rope from the tree and thought he was free again, but nothing could be further from the truth. Rick pulled him upright and tied the rope again, but this time it was much tighter. He was pulled completely against the tree and his arms were taken from his back and tied above his head to the tree. Rick grabbed Vince's head and looked him in the eyes. Rick saw that Vince was completely lost in his intoxication of G and Miss T. He spat in Vince's face and kissed him. Vince kissed him back wildly, saliva running from his mouth and his tongue going in all directions. Vince moaned and rubbed his body against the tree. Rick grabbed Vince's limp cock and squeezed his cock and balls hard. Vince groaned in pain and was brought down from his cloud for a moment. R: Ah, there you are. Vince had trouble focusing, but looked Rick in the eyes and wanted to kiss him. R: No, slut. I decide what happens here, understand? Vince tried to nod. R: What did you say? I can't hear you. Rick slapped Vince's chest with the flat of his hand, startling Vince. V: Yes, sir. R: That's better. Rick caressed Vince's body with one hand and pinched one of Vince's nipples with the other. Vince fell back into a trance, but the slight pain in his nipple kept him alert. Vince moaned and tried to pull his hands free, but he couldn't. He searched for Rick's mouth with his own, but that didn't work either. Rick spat in Vince's face again. R: Dirty slut. You still have a lot to learn. Rick slapped Vince's body a few times, and with each blow, Vince let out a small cry. Rick gave him another series of blows, and Vince's body was already starting to look quite red. R: Still so sure of your choice to become my slut, boy? Vince looked at Rick with his eyes rolling. V: Yes, sir. I'm still sure I want to be your slut. I love pain. Give me everything you've got, I'll ask for more. Rick had to laugh at his slut's ignorance. R: We'll see about that, boy. Rick took out an electro shank. R: Do you know this? Vince nodded no. R: Then I'll teach you to know it. Rick gave the first electric shock and Vince was startled and let out a loud scream. R: Scream as loud as you want, boy, there's no one who can hear you. Rick gave him one electric shock after another and slapped Vince's body, not sparing his cock and balls. After each electric shock, Vince felt more and more energy drain from his body and he found it difficult to stay upright. Rick saw that his student was struggling and, because it was his first time, he put the toy away. Rick kissed Vince again. R: Good boy. You never cease to amaze me. Rick licked Vince's red body, took his nipples in his mouth, and started playing with them. Vince's body had become very sensitive, couldn't handle all those sensations, and rubbed his body against the tree. Rick took his other nipple in his mouth and licked and bit it. Vince began to moan loudly and felt himself sinking deeper and deeper, all the energy draining from his body. Rick sank deeper with his tongue and licked Vince's limp cock and balls, and Vince began to moan loudly again. But it wasn't long before Rick squeezed his cock and balls firmly again. Once more, Vince let out a loud cry. Rick ran his hands over Vince's body again and felt the effect of the exhaustion Vince was undergoing. Rick grabbed a flogger and first slapped Vince's body a few times, teasingly. Vince moaned softly at first, but when Rick hit him a few times harder, though still not with full force, he heard Vince whimper and moan in pain again. R: Have you had enough, slut, or do you want more? Vince didn't want to show weakness and admit that he was actually at the end of his strength. V: More, sir, I want more. R: All right, then. Rick knew he would have to stop soon, but he was pleasantly surprised by his slut's perseverance and struck Vince's body a few more times, leaving several welts on his body. Then he put the flogger aside. Vince didn't have time to catch his breath before Rick kissed him again and played with his nipples once more. Rick sensed that Vince was about to break and began to grin. His mission had been accomplished. He had pushed the boy to his limits, and he knew he could still train him to handle more. He also knew that soon he would have a willing slut that he could fuck hard because his body was completely exhausted and he would surrender completely. Rick untied the arms from the tree and Vince's arms fell straight down. He also untied the rope from the tree, leaving Vince completely free. Vince briefly collapsed to his knees, but Rick caught him. R: Come on, slut, let's go inside so I can train your pussy. Although Vince's pussy was still itching and he wanted to have a filled pussy, he felt completely empty. He followed Rick inside and Rick immediately gave him a filled glass. R: Drink up, boy, so you can regain your strength. The glass was filled with a dose of G so that Vince would remain in his daze. Vince drank the glass empty and gave it back to Rick. Rick took Vince to his playroom, which was much better equipped than the room in his house. This was a real playroom with lots of different toys. Rick pushed Vince to the sling and laid him in it. He secured Vince's legs in the stirrups and Vince rested his head in the sling. Vince felt himself sinking deeper into his intoxication and he felt how exhausted his body was. Rick took some lubricant, rubbed it on Vince's sphincter and at the same time pushed two nice crystals into Vince's pussy. Vince first felt the tingling in his ass again and then how the warmth turned into heat and then into an irresistible urge to be filled. Although he was exhausted and tired, he gained renewed strength and energy and began to beg. Begging to have his pussy filled. R: Hmmmm, we'll do that, slut. We're going to stretch your pussy further so you get a nice slutty hole. Vince felt a dildo being pushed against his sphincter. A bottle of poppers was pushed under his nose and he knew what to do. He sniffed the arousing fumes deeply and felt his exhausted body relax further. Rick began to apply some force to the dildo, which was already thicker than his own cock, and he saw Vince's sphincter resist at first, but Rick didn't give up and pushed a little harder. Rick heard Vince moan loudly and whimper in pain as the tip of the dildo pushed past his sphincter, but once it was inside, Rick saw Vince relax again and heard that Vince was getting used to the new thickness being pushed into his pussy. Vince felt his sphincter being stretched to a new maximum, and when the dildo had filled his entire pussy and the beginning of his rectum, he gasped for breath. Rick let his student get used to the new intruder for a moment, and when he saw that Vince had become completely accustomed to the new thickness, he put the poppers under Vince's nose again. R: Sniff, slut, so I can stretch your pussy. Vince sniffed the poppers a few times and felt Rick start to slide the dildo in and out of his pussy. At first, there was some resistance from Vince's sphincter, but after a few times of sliding in and out of his pussy, Vince was completely ecstatic about this new thickness and felt that his pussy wanted more, even thicker and deeper. Although he was still exhausted, he gave in to these new desires. V: More, sir. My pussy wants more. R: Is that so, slut? Then you're in luck because I have even bigger and thicker dildos here. Rick took an even thicker dildo and slid the other one out of Vince's gaping pussy. This new dildo was not a veined realistic dildo but a smooth one. He lubricated it and showed it to Vince. R: Will this fit in your pussy, slut? Vince looked at the dildo and couldn't believe his pussy could handle such thickness, but the slut in him, who had completely let go, wanted nothing more than to feel that fat dildo in his pussy. V: Yes, sir, you have to try until it goes in. Rick grinned. R: I was definitely going to do that, slut, even without you asking. R: Take a few more deep sniffs of the poppers, you're going to need it. Vince sniffed hard on the poppers and felt Rick already pushing with the dildo and how his sphincter was resisting. The poppers helped him, because he felt his sphincter relax more and more every time he sniffed the poppers. He felt the dildo break through the barrier of his sphincter and shoot inside. The familiar jolt of pain shot through his body, but he was better able to handle it this time and instead of screaming in pain, he gritted his teeth and moaned. Rick was pleasantly surprised and pushed the dildo all the way in. When he saw that Vince had gotten used to the thickness, he started fucking him with it. Precum began to flow freely from Vince's cock, and Vince moaned and whimpered with pleasure the whole time. Rick could have used even thicker dildos, but he felt that this was enough for this first real session. From experience, he knew he could stretch his slut even further, but he wanted to save that for a later session. But he was pleasantly surprised at how quickly the boy adapted and surrendered to his new but true nature. Rick fucked and stretched Vince's pussy for a few minutes and then pulled the dildo out of Vince's gaping pussy. Vince was not satisfied at all and started to whimper and beg Rick to fill him with his cock. V: Fuck me, sir. I want to feel your fat cock in my pussy. Maybe I didn't get infected last time, master, and you need to pump another load of your toxic seed into me. Rick started laughing. R: That's right, slut. We have to be sure you're carrying my strain of the virus, don't we? Vince looked longingly and slutty and nodded. V: Yes, master, we have to be sure. Fuck me and fill me up, please. I want your DNA and virus inside me so badly. Rick looked at the slut in heat lying in front of him and knew he would have to fill Vince's pussy with his load. He stuck his fingers back into Vince's pussy and scraped the walls again so that blood stuck to his fingers. Rick had one last surprise in store for Vince. He wanted to see how big the slut in Vince really was, and he was going to give him a medium slam to see how slutty the boy really was. He took a syringe and filled it with a good dose of Tina. He walked over to Vince, who was still whimpering, and grabbed his arm. R: Lie still, slut. I'm going to make you go wild. Vince felt a tourniquet being put around his arm and Rick cleaning his arm with an alcohol swab. He looked for a vein and when he found it, Vince watched with wide eyes as a needle went through his skin into the vein. Vince wanted to resist because he didn't like needles, but Rick signaled for him to lie still. Rick saw a cloud of blood in the syringe and knew he was in the right place. R: Take another deep breath, boy, because once the liquid in your arm has disappeared, the real slut in you will come out. Then we'll see your full potential. Vince took another deep breath, and at that moment Rick pushed the plunger in. Vince saw the liquid disappear into his arm. Rick released the tourniquet, and Vince felt a tickle at the back of his throat that quickly became more intense. He had to cough uncontrollably, and in an instant everything changed for Vince. He was a whore, the only thing that mattered now was feeling Rick's fat cock inside him, as hard and as long as possible. He had to fuck him, not just fuck him, but fuck him hard, he had to fuck him raw and fill him up, fill him up with his toxic load. Vince growled and moaned loudly. V: Fuuuuck, fuck me, fuck me, goddamnit. Destroy my cunt and fill me up, master. Let that fucking beast out and destroy my cunt. Rick knew what to expect when he injected Vince's arm, but he hadn't expected this. The slut had come out completely and the slut wanted it rough, hard, and Rick knew that he could now do anything he wanted with the boy because he was begging for it, and that was more than Rick had expected. His cock was completely stiff and hard in no time, and he felt the beast inside him coming out. Vince was squirming in the sling with his ass because he didn't know what to do with himself. Rick stood between his legs and put his cock against the gaping sphincter. He grabbed the sling and, without warning Vince, pushed his balls deep inside in one go. Rick felt no resistance and he felt that yesterday's tight pussy had already transformed into a sloppy hole where he could unleash his urges. This was the kind of cunt Rick loved, the kind that was completely loose and open and offered no resistance to his cock. He could go on like this for a long time and fuck him completely senseless. V: Fuck yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard and unleash that beast. R: Fuck yeah, boy, I'm going to fuck your sloppy pussy hard, slut. Fuck yeah. Rick unleashed the beast and began to growl loudly, a devilish look appearing on his face. Rick let himself go completely and slapped Vince's ass hard as he pounded into his ass. Vince moaned loudly and went into ecstasy. He no longer felt any pain from the thrusts of Rick's fat, big cock. He only felt signals of pleasure and a desire for more. R: This ass is mine, boy, and it will be mine forever. Rick put his hands on Vince's body and grabbed him tightly, pulling him out of the sling even though his legs were still stuck. But Rick had him in a grip and pulled him hard toward him with every thrust so that his cock shot hard and deep into Vince's pussy. Vince moaned loudly and Rick roared and growled. Both were sweating profusely, and Rick untied Vince's legs, took him out of the sling, and threw him on the bed. Vince fell on his back, and Rick turned him over, kissed him hard, and rammed his cock back into Vince's gaping and bleeding pussy. Vince closed his eyes as he felt the cock slide back into his pussy, and Rick growled. V: Fuck yeah, sir. Take me hard, make me a whore. R: Take it, boy, take my cock. R: The only way you'll ever be rid of me is with your pussy in pieces, boy. This pussy is mine and will always be mine. V: Fuck yeah, I'm yours, sir, and I'll always be yours. Fuck me, break me. Rick kept pounding Vince's pussy and Vince kept moaning and asking for more. R: Is this what you wanted, slut? Is this the beast you craved so much? V: Fuck yeah, sir. V: Let me ride you, sir. Let me show you how much I want to ride your fat cock. Rick growled. He didn't really want to stop fucking him hard, but he also wanted to see what the slut would do if he rode him. Rick lay on his back, took Vince, and put him on top of him. R: Show me what you can do, slut. Show me how much you want my cock in your pussy. Vince grabbed Rick's cock and placed it against his sphincter. Although he had no experience riding a man's cock, it came naturally to him. Vince lowered himself in one go and Rick's cock shot all the way in. Vince was moaning and biting his lower lip while looking slutty at Rick. He started moving his ass up and down and tensed his ass so that Rick's cock felt some tension again. Rick was surprised at how natural it was for Vince and what a slut he had become. Vince slid his hands over his own body, wiping up the beads of sweat and licking his fingers. Vince tasted Rick's sweat and piss that had run down his body and moaned. Rick slapped Vince's ass a few times and grabbed his ass, moving his hands in rhythm with Vince. R: Fuck yeah, slut. Ride that dick. Rick let Vince have his way for a moment, and when Rick had had enough, he grabbed Vince, put him on all fours, pushed his dick back into Vince's hole, and started thrusting hard again. Vince moaned with pleasure, and Rick started growling and roaring again. R: Take that cock, slut. You've got such a sloppy hole, slut, that my cock doesn't even touch your walls anymore. You're such a dirty slut. My dirty bitch. When I'm done, you won't be riding my cock anymore, you'll be riding my fists, boy. You're going to beg to feel my fist in your cunt. V: Fuck yeah. Rick couldn't hold it anymore and he started growling louder, digging his nails into Vince's skin and shouting. R: Take my dirty infectious load, boy. You asked for it. You asked me to infect you. Fucking take it. Let your cells be destroyed and become the pozz slut you're meant to be. Stream after stream of infectious cum began to spurt from Rick's cock into Vince's pussy. Rick growled loudly and Vince moaned. Vince felt Rick's cock filling his pussy and then going limp and disappearing from his hole. But this time Rick's cum couldn't run out of his pussy because Rick had taken a large butt plug, much larger than the one he had used the night before, and pushed it into his ass. Vince didn't have time to feel empty in his ass. Rick collapsed exhausted on the bed and kissed Vince. The session was over, and the beast that had been present just a moment ago had crawled back into its hole, and the dominant but sweet Rick was back. Vince was also completely exhausted from the intense session and remained motionless after panting. After about 5 minutes of regaining his strength, Rick picked Vince up and carried him to his bed. R: You're still sure, boy? V: Fuck yeah, that was amazing. R: You never cease to amaze me, boy. Vince couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep. Rick took his cell phone and took some pictures of the sleeping and battered Vince. He posted the photos and the fuck video from the day before in a WhatsApp group with two other friends. Mike, who was online, replied immediately. M: Who, how old, what, where, and when? R: My neighbor, 19 years old, slut and slave in training, vacation house, the day after tomorrow. M: Your neighbor, that's sick, man 😈. R: He asked for it, and who am I to refuse? M: For short-term use? R: No, he exceeds expectations. Rick sent another photo of him sleeping next to him. Dax also came online. 😧 That's sick, bro. 😧 The fact that you're taking him to your vacation home and letting him sleep with you. R: I know, but this one is a keeper. He just needs a little more training, and I didn't want to deny you guys the chance to help train him. 😧 The day after tomorrow, you say. Mike, I'll come pick you up. R: Bring some grief with you, because I'm almost out of it. M: Leave that to me. 😧 What do his parents say? R: They don't know yet. They're conservative, and when they left, their son was still straight. 😧 xD M: Sell your house. R: xD. I think he'll stay with me, at least until after his conversion, and maybe permanently. M: So you've already noticed him. 😧 Shit, bro. Then he must be worth it. R: The boy asked for it. It was his destiny anyway.

I walked up to the counter of my local gay sauna nervously with my head down. I had walked past a few times before plucking up the courage to go in. Being such a nerd I didn’t get as much as the twinks at uni so thought it would be worth giving a go. I had watched a lot of porn including bb and needed to explore. The man at the counter said, “come on lets see your ID”. I showed him and he said “21, you’ll be popular, it’s half price for under 25s. Want some poppers too?” I nodded. He said “want a tour?”. He showed me the locker rooms, the showers, the sling room and at the end of the long corridor of cabins he said “this is the dark room – no lights in there”. I asked “do people in there use condoms?”. He replied “they are in tubs all around with sachets of lube – some guys use em, some guys don’t, do what you and your partners feel is best”. I went and had a shower and started to walk down the corridor with the cabins seeing who was inside. I saw a beefy bear doing the same further back along the corridor. I got to the end grabbed some lube and condoms and kept going into the dark. I sniffed some poppers and lubed my hole up. It felt so dirty and no-one was likely to come in. A minute or two in an empty darkroom never hurt anyone. I sniffed again as I heard footsteps and without thinking suddenly felt myself snogging and running my hands over a beefy hairy man. I started to hungrily suck his cock and he started moaning. At one point to steady myself I put a hand on the floor only to find it on top of a used condom – I’d found the place I belong. The bear pulled me up and we snogged again for a minute or two. Then he ordered me to sniff counting down from 10. He told me to kneel on the bench so he could ride my hole. The bear started to slide his cock against my hole and I moaned in pleasure. I reached back and felt raw dick against my hole. “What are you today? Are you the dirty little twink who would rides a strangers dick raw get flooded with cum or the clever student who stops for a condom?” I moaned “breed my twinkhole”. He pushed his cock fully into my hole and I groaned with pleasure. “Thank you for breeding me raw sir”. He spanked my ass and started to increase the pace. He growled “you’re a nasty little slut, you don’t care about names or status, you just need raw cock – what do you need?”. I shouted “RAW COCK SIR! YOUR RAW COCK! INFECT MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM”. That pushed by daddy over the edge and he growled then yelled “infecting you now bugboi!” and shot rope after rope of cum growling and panting. He pushed his still hard cock in and out until he started to go soft and then slapped me on the ass and said “enjoy them poz swimmers in your ass. You’ll be back” and slapped my ass and walked off.

100% I would love be to be filmed doing some hot raw BB fucking. Lots of group stuff and BDSM too. I would really love to get into the porn scene

Ive been dreaming of the fantasy I write about in my post since I was 16. It feels like the last two years have taken FOREVER while I waited to be able to legally start to look for it and post on sites like this. You know I would have started begging for this back then if I could have... But I would still be looking for MUCH older cock 🙂

Well if you are reading this, you probably know by now that I’m poz. So sorry to spoil the ending, but I wanted to tell you how I got here. Well you can thank my friend David, because if it wasn’t for his 30th birthday party, I wouldn’t be here writing about the chase. Okay so for those that don’t know me, my name is Landon, I’m 32, gay as fuck, a verse bottom (okay I’m a bottom), and until three months ago I was neg. Now prior to me chasing, I was on Prep but I’ve only ever fucked raw. Yea I fucked raw before Prep, but I was picky about who I fucked. Like it was mostly guys that I knew and nerdy guys who weren’t getting dicked down on the regular. Anyways, about mid October my friend David decided he wanted to have the most epic 30th birthday party ever. He was always extra, like if he could easily pass as one of those drunk bachelorettes that you see in Nashville. Well he decided that he wanted all of us to travel to Nashville so he could get that “authentic southern hospitality.” I knew that he wanted to live his best life and cling on to the partying ways of his 20’s. So I decided to fly to Nashville from Charlotte, and mind you I used to live in Nashville when I went to college at Vandy. While yes my college friends were rich, I felt like a make a wish kid who managed to get into the school of my dreams. Also, Vandy is a bottom’s dream, because there is plenty of closeted southern frat boys. Yes they all worn khaki shorts and polo’s but them SEC boys knew how to fuck. While I wasn’t interested in the twinks, I was interested in the bigger muscular ones. Those guys knew how to jackhammer you. After I get settled into my hotel, I open up both Grindr and Sniffies to get the lay of the land. There was lots of choices to pick from, but I wasn’t in a hurry. Now, I had been traveling for work prior to this trip, and in the course of my travels I ran out of Prep. Granted, I ran out like two weeks ago, but I hadn’t realized it until I took my medication. I keep them in a travel case and I guess I hadn’t noticed the little blue pill was missing. I went into the bathroom got freshened up and I obviously douched because I had a feeling I was going to get lucky. I met David and the rest of our friend group at the bar that we all chose to go to. The place is next to rail yard so that screams fun and safe right? Well it was a lot of fun. There was a lot of drinking, laughing, some crying, and lots of attractive men. This place had gay dive bar written all over it. Plus the air was thick with cigarette smoke, sweat, and musk. Well after what seemed to be a 12 hour marathon, I finally decided to call it a night. I started walking down the street towards a Waffle House, but I also had to pee really badly. I walked over to a secluded area near the road and I was about to whip my dick out when I heard a man’s voice. “Do you have a lighter,” the man asked me. I told him I didn’t have one because I didn’t smoke. I thought he was going to leave, but he walked up towards me. Now I had several thoughts running through my head, and yes they all involved robbery and sex. Well thank god it wasn’t robbery, because when I finally got a good look at the man he was tall, tanned skin, piercing blue eyes, and had the scent of a lumberjack. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, and I said, “I don’t mind, I just need to pee really bad.” I was about to start peeing when he asked if he could have some. I immediately said yes, because I have a thing for piss pigs because I am one too. So he got down on his knees and put the head of my dick in his mouth. I finally couldn’t hold it anymore, and out came the biggest stream of piss that I have ever produced. There was no way this man was going to be able to swallow that much piss, but he managed it pretty well. After I finished, he licked my piss slit and sucked on the head to ensure that he got all of my piss. I thanked him, but then he asked me if I wanted to drink his piss. I got down on my knees and the smell that came out from his pubes was intoxicating. Now my dick was about 6 inches cut and thick, but his was about 8 inches uncut and was moderately thick. I could tell that he hadn’t washed himself in a while, because I could taste the built up piss and cum under his foreskin. Once I was positioned, he began to piss in my mouth and it was the most divine tasting piss I’ve ever tasted. It was sweet and tangy. Once he was done instead of me getting up, I began to blow him right then and there. Between the taste of his dick and the intoxication of his scent, I was in heaven. Well after 20 minutes of me sucking his cock he pulled me up and he began to makeout with me. As he was making out with me he began to pull my pants back down and then I could feel is finger circling my hole. His nails were long but it felt really good. Then he broke away from kissing me and then proceeded to turn me around and began eating my ass out and fingering me rough. I think he was down there for like 10-15 minutes and then he asked if I had a rubber. I told him now that I liked raw, and I had thought he was going to be disappointed. Boy was I wrong on that. He then said, “good because I hate them, and fucking raw is better.” Which I totally agree that raw fucking is the best kind of fucking there is. I also have a kink that guys fuck me with as little lube as possible. For some reason I think it feels better. As soon he said that, I felt his dick push into me with no warning. The only lube we had was both his and mine’s spit and the copious amount of precum. It didn’t take him long to start fucking me hard, long, and deep. The assault on my hole felt amazing. Every time he went deeper my ass muscles clinched harder. It was the most amazing feeling ever. Now was it burning yes, but it also felt really good too. He kept telling me he was going to knock up my cunt and that I would be pregnant with his baby. As he was saying these things, my dick was rock hard. Then he asked if he could cum in me and I screamed yes. He then asked me again but this time he asked if I wanted his toxic cum in me, I immediately screamed breed me with your toxic seed. He blew his load deep in my hole, and I blew my load all over the ground. He pushed his load in there pretty good, and he was still hard even after cumming. He would go on to nut in me at least two more times. When he was finally done I got down on my knees and cleaned his cock off and it had that taste of ass juice, cum, and blood. I asked him before we departed if he was poz, and he said he was. I also asked him if he was homeless and he said yes, but he doesn’t mind it. Plus pigs like me keep him company year round. I finally made it back to my hotel, and I held his cum in me as long as I could. I finally pushed it out into a cup and it was bright pink. I knew it would be a matter of time before I would be in the brotherhood, and what comes next solidified that. I was now on the chase to be converted, because I finally found freedom thanks to a homeless guy who wanted a light.

Vince was 18 when a new neighbor moved into the house next door to his parents. He was a single man in his late thirties. Vince thought it was strange that a man would live alone in such a big house. Rick came to introduce himself to his new neighbors and said that he had just gotten divorced and had bought the house, that it would be his new home, and that they wouldn't have to worry about him causing any trouble. Because his job would keep him on the road a lot. He asked Vince if he was interested in earning some pocket money by keeping his garden tidy. Vince, who was saving up to buy a moped, was naturally enthusiastic and said yes. So Vince began his weekly task of mowing the lawn in his neighbor's garden. Vince went to the neighbor's house, opened the garden shed, took out the lawnmower, mowed the grass, removed the leaves from the pool, put everything back, and went home. But after a few weeks, Vince was curious about what Rick's house actually looked like inside, and when he looked through the windows, he saw that the living room was actually very tidy for a man living alone. The kitchen was also very clean, but when he wanted to look into the bedroom, he was shocked by what he saw. Not only was there a bed in the bedroom, but also an iron frame with a leather cloth hanging from iron cables. Vince was immediately intrigued by what he saw. Vince was in his own phase of discovery and experimentation, and he had already seen a few porn movies and had a good idea what this was for. He looked around and saw that a cupboard was open. He couldn't see it clearly, but he was sure he had seen different types of dildos. With a lot of questions and a pair of pants full of excitement, Vince went home. The weeks went by and Rick was home occasionally, but there was never much activity to be seen. But one summer evening, when Vince went to bed, his window was still open and he heard noises in Rick's garden. Vince got out of bed and, without turning on his light, looked through his window into Rick's garden to see what was going on outside. Vince's room was on the first floor and looked straight into Rick's garden. Although the bushes were quite high, because his room was on the first floor, he could still see into the garden. Vince looked outside and was shocked by what he saw. He saw Rick coming out of the pool naked and pushing another person with his hands tied behind his back onto his knees, pushing his dick into his mouth and starting to throat fuck him. Vince was shocked for a moment. Although he had watched porn before, he had never seen sex in real life or done anything with anyone himself. But it wasn't the blowjob that shocked him, it was the fact that Rick was getting a blowjob from another man, a young guy actually. This was something he hadn't seen coming at all. Rick looked very masculine. You might think he could have come straight from a farm. Rick was tall, rugged, with black hair and a beard, and Vince thought he was muscular because he had broad arms, but now that he had seen him naked, he was completely sure of it. Rick was muscular in a way, had thick muscular arms, a muscular chest, and also had a slight six-pack, and from what he could see, he was also hairy. Although Vince wasn't gay, he was intrigued by what was happening in Rick's garden and kept watching. He saw Rick continue to get sucked off and then pull the young guy back up, push him onto all fours, position himself behind him, and ram his cock into his ass. When he heard the young guy moan, Vince was completely shocked and ran to his bed, trying to forget the image that was burned into his retina. But he couldn't, and without wanting to, Vince kept getting excited when he thought about it. The days and weeks passed, and Vince continued to dutifully perform his tasks, and every month Rick brought him a nicely filled envelope with his name on it. But since what he had seen that night in Rick's garden, Vince could no longer act completely normal. Every time he saw Rick, he didn't know how to behave. On the one hand, he felt a kind of aversion to what he had seen, because his conservative upbringing did not approve of this kind of behavior and lifestyle, and on the other hand, he also felt that it excited him. So every time he saw Rick, he started to blush and found it difficult to speak. The weeks passed again and Vince left his window open until winter, hoping that when Rick was home, he would hear something in the garden and be able to watch again. It wasn't until the following spring, just after he turned 18, on a warm evening, that he heard something again. Once more, he went to look and once more he saw Rick first fucking a young guy in the throat and then fucking him. This time, Vince was no longer shocked, on the contrary. Unconsciously, he was jerking off and became extremely aroused by what he saw. But Vince had been a little too careless; he had left his bedroom door open and hadn't noticed that there was a light on in the hallway, which meant that you could see him standing at his window from outside. It was only after he had cum and crawled back into bed that he began to realize his mistake and hoped that Rick hadn't seen him peeping at him. It was also that week that Rick came back with his envelope. They already knew each other quite well by then, and Vince's father had invited him in for a drink. When Vince entered the kitchen and saw Rick sitting there, he felt the tension rising. Had he seen him or not? But Rick didn't budge or show any reaction, and Vince thought he was safe. Vince was also good at controlling his emotions by then and didn't show any reaction himself. But that week, Vince heard noises coming from Rick's garden again and looked through the window once more. Vince could no longer deny that he was aroused by what he saw. At first, he was confused and wondered what was wrong with him. Why did he want to watch another man fuck a man? Why did it turn him on? One evening, when Vince was home alone and looking for porn, he unknowingly ended up on a bi site, and before he knew it, he was watching bi/gay porn and jerking off. The weeks passed again, and when Rick was away for a few weeks, Vince went to maintain the garden and the pool. He mowed the lawn, and when he wanted to remove the leaves from the pool, he saw a pair of boxer shorts lying on one of the sun loungers. Vince hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't resist and went over to the boxer shorts, picked them up, and smelled the place where Rick's cock must have been. The smell of Rick's cock was still there, and he felt his own cock start to swell in his pants. He closed his eyes and put his hand in his own pants. The moment he felt his own hard cock, he realized what he was doing and dropped the boxer shorts, quickly removed the leaves from the pool, cleaned everything up, and went home. A few weeks later, Rick came home, and that first night, Vince heard noises coming from Rick's garden again. This time, Vince wanted to take a closer look. He had found a good spot in his own garden where he could see through the bush into Rick's garden, and he crept downstairs. No one at home had heard him, and he crept as quietly as possible through the garden to the spot he had chosen. There he looked through the bush and saw up close how Rick was fucking another young guy hard. He heard the young guy moaning. R: Dirty slut. I'm going to ram your pussy open. R: Yes, moan, you good little slut. I'm not done with your cunt yet. When you come out here, your cunt will be loaded with my cum and DNA. The horny words turned Vince on completely and he couldn't control himself and had to satisfy himself. He dropped his pants and hit a branch, rustling some leaves. Vince was afraid for a moment that Rick would have heard him, but he saw no reaction from either Rick or the young guest, and Vince breathed a sigh of relief. He started to masturbate, and it didn't take long before he sprayed his load against the bush. He also heard Rick say at that moment that they were going inside, because Rick wanted to fuck him in his sling. That was the signal for Vince to go inside too. But he saw the light in the bedroom come on and he had a good view of where he was standing in Rick's bedroom and he could see how the guy lay down in the sling, how Rick started licking the guy's pussy and how he took something out of a bag and stuck it in the guy's pussy. Suddenly, Vince heard the back door open and his mother call out in a frightened voice to see if anyone was in the garden. Vince called back that it was him and that he had also heard something in the garden and had come to check. He immediately walked back to the back door and said that it must have been an animal or something he had heard. His mother closed the door and told him to go back to bed. Vince couldn't get back to his room fast enough, and when he was in bed, he began to fantasize about what he had just seen. Weeks passed again, and the following summer, on July 4th, his parents went on a romantic long weekend and Vince stayed home alone. That happened quite often , but now that he was 19, he was allowed to stay home alone. It was a super hot weekend, and Rick came back that Saturday with the stuffed envelope for Vince. Vince opened the door and invited Rick in as usual. R: Where are your parents? V: They're on a romantic weekend, they're away for four days. Rick had to laugh. R: And you weren't invited. Vince had to laugh now. V: No, I shouldn't be there. Let them enjoy each other's company without anyone snooping around. R: You're absolutely right. You're old enough to take care of yourself. R: And that way your girlfriend can come over too. V: Um, I don't have a girlfriend yet. R: Oh, okay, sorry, I thought a potent guy like you would have a sweetheart on every finger. Vince blushed. R: Don't be embarrassed, buddy. When I was your age, I had a different girl to play with every week. They chatted some more, and when Rick was leaving, he said that it was going to be very hot this weekend and that if Vince felt like it, he should come over for a refreshing dip in the pool. Vince felt himself getting warm inside and nodded. V: Maybe I'll come by this afternoon. R: Definitely do that, I'll be home all day and I'll be alone. So you're definitely welcome. Vince had no idea what to do. Should he accept Rick's offer? But would he be able to control himself when he saw Rick up close in his swim shorts? He was completely confused. What was wrong with him, why did he always feel so excited when he saw Rick? In the early evening, when the heat of the day had passed, Vince took the plunge, put on his swimming trunks, grabbed a towel, and slipped on his flip-flops. He went to Rick's house and rang the doorbell for the first time. Rick opened the door. R: You could have come around the back, you know the way. V: Yes, I thought it would be a bit strange to do that when you were home. R: Come in. I was actually expecting you much earlier. V: Yes, I rested for a while first and didn't want to go swimming in the full sun. Rick laughed. They walked through the hallway, then through the kitchen, and ended up at the pool. R: Put your towel on a deck chair and jump in. I'll quickly get something to drink. Vince put his towel on the chair and jumped into the water. It felt really nice to be in the cool pool. Vince saw Rick coming back with a tray filled with two glasses and homemade lemonade. Rick had put on his Speedo, and his big, muscular cock stood out nicely in the tight swimsuit. Vince had a hard time not drooling when he saw Rick in front of him. All kinds of fantasies came to mind. R: Come and have a drink, because it's thirsty weather. Vince got out of the pool, took a cool glass of lemonade, and drank it in one gulp. It was a little bitter because of the lemon juice, but it tasted delicious. Rick lay down on a deck chair and Vince lay down next to him. They started talking and then jumped back into the pool. Vince felt a little light-headed and went back to lie down on the deck chair. R: Everything okay, Vince? V: Yes, just a little light-headed from the heat. R: Okay then. Vince stayed for an hour and then decided to go home. R: Feel free to come back tomorrow, I'll be home all day. V: I will. R: If you want, you're welcome to stay for dinner so we don't both have to eat alone. V: Yes, that's fine. I'll be there around 5 p.m. R: I'll have the aperitif ready. Just come around the back, okay? When Vince got home, he couldn't control himself. He had gotten so horny from seeing Rick up close and seeing how big and fat his cock was in his Speedo that he started jerking off as soon as the door was closed. It didn't take long before he sprayed the floor with his virgin cum. Vince was still light-headed and lay down on his bed, and before he knew it, he fell asleep. The next morning when he woke up, he felt a bit lousy and sat in the chair, feeling groggy. By noon, he had recovered somewhat. He took a shower, ate something, and then he was back to his old self. Because Rick had acted completely normal yesterday, Vince was sure that Rick hadn't seen him peeping and he felt more at ease. By 5 p.m., Vince had grabbed his swim trunks and a fresh towel and headed back to Rick's. This time, he went around the back, and Rick was already waiting by the pool. The tray was ready, and there was a freshly filled jug of lemonade. Rick's glass was already full, and Vince sat down at the table next to Rick. R: Everything okay, kid? V: Yeah, I think I must have been suffering from the heat yesterday. R: Didn't drink enough, then. V: Yeah, maybe. R: Here, have a glass of lemonade so you don't get sick again. Rick poured a glass and gave it to Vince, who drank it in one gulp again. This lemonade was even slightly more bitter than the last one, but it still tasted very good in this hot weather. Q: Can I put on my swimsuit somewhere here? A: Yes, go inside. The bathroom is on the left, you can put them on there. Vince went to the bathroom and when he entered, he saw an enema lying there and he also saw a dildo on a chair. He felt himself blushing and getting excited, so he quickly put on his shorts and went back outside. R: Ah, I see you found it. V: Yes, I did. Vince jumped into the water immediately so that Rick wouldn't see that his cock was getting hard and that he was blushing. Vince swam for fifteen minutes and then got out of the water. Again, he felt a little dizzy. V: Now I have this again. R: What again? V: Well, that I'm feeling a little dizzy. R: Here, have something to drink. Vince took the glass and drank the lemonade. R: Why don't you lie down on the lounger, maybe it will pass. Vince took his glass and lay down in the shade on the bed. It was a raised bed, so when you stood next to it, it came up to your thigh. He drank his glass empty and lay down on his stomach. R: Are you okay, buddy? V: I'm feeling a little better, yes. It wasn't better at all. Vince was getting lighter in the head and, for some reason, he was also getting hornier. That's why he had laid down on his stomach, so Rick wouldn't see that he had a hard-on in his swim trunks. But Rick was about to make things even worse for Vince. R: Shall I rub sunscreen on your back so you don't get burned? V: Uh, no need, I'm lying in the shade anyway. R: No buts, you'd better protect yourself. Vince didn't dare say no and nodded. He watched as Rick took the sunscreen and came towards him. He was startled when he felt the cold cream on his skin and was startled again when he felt Rick's firm hands rubbing the cream in. Vince's head was now spinning, and Rick's warm, firm hands made him relax completely and got him all excited. Without realizing it, he let out a slight moan. R: Is something wrong? V: No, sorry. This just feels really good. Vince was startled by his choice of words and heard Rick chuckle. R: Enjoy it, boy. I'll teach you how to massage, then you can use it on your next conquest. Vince began to sink deeper and felt Rick's firm hands move over his entire body. Rick first massaged his shoulders and then his upper back. He moved further down to his lower back and noticed that Vince was relaxing more and more and surrendering to his hands. Rick slid his hands over Vince's buttocks and now took care of Vince's legs. Then he slid his hands between Vince's legs and massaged from his feet to his crotch. There Rick felt Vince's swollen cock. But Vince was already too far gone to be shocked or say anything about it. He was completely immersed in his own world. The G in the lemonade was clearly working well, and Rick slid his hands further and further up Vince's crotch, so he could feel Vince's cock better and better. Then he slid over Vince's ass one last time. R: Was that nice, boy? V: Fuck yeah. That was blissful. R: Turn around, then, so I can take care of your front too. Vince knew he had a problem and had no choice but to turn around. As he turned, he tried to position his cock as discreetly as possible so it wouldn't be noticeable, but it was still clear that he had an erection. But Rick said nothing, and Vince closed his eyes. He felt the cold cream on his body again, followed by Rick's firm hands. First it was his chest's turn. Vince sank back again and enjoyed the touch, and all his fear and worries about his hard cock disappeared. Rick slid his hands over Vince's chest and stomach and then rubbed cream into Vince's arms and hands. Then he took care of Vince's legs and stood bent over a little, letting his cock, tucked away in his Speedo, stroke Vince's hand. So Vince could feel his swollen cock. Rick saw that Vince was having a hard time controlling himself and he saw Vince bite his lip lightly. Rick slid his hands over his legs again and gently stroked Vince's stiff cock. Vince struggled to control himself and bumped Rick's stiff cock with his hand, startling him. Vince opened his eyes and wanted to apologize. V: Sorry Rick looked at him longingly. R: You don't have to say sorry, buddy, I know you want this. Vince couldn't say anything. He looked at Rick in surprise. Rick now slid his hands over Vince's boxer shorts and felt his stiff cock. R: This little guy is really enjoying himself here. Vince was completely overwhelmed and didn't know what to do. Rick carefully grabbed Vince's shorts and gently pulled them down. Vince's stiff cock appeared, Vince felt his heart start to pound in his chest and he looked at Rick with fear and shame. Rick slid his hand over Vince's stiff cock and saw that pre-cum was already running from Vince's glans. V: I don't know if I want this. R: Don't be afraid, boy, just surrender completely to your feelings. You won't regret it. Let your true nature come out. Rick moved his mouth to Vince's cock and licked the glans. V: Oh fuck, oh fuck. Vince felt the warm lips kissing his glans and the tongue licking the precum from his glans. He put his hands on Rick's head to push him away, but it was too late. Rick had opened his mouth and taken the stiff cock completely into his mouth. Vince let out a huge sigh of pleasure and now surrendered completely to this heavenly feeling. V: Holy shit. Oh my god. Hmmmmmmm Rick licked and sucked Vince's cock gently, because he didn't want him to cum right away; he had more plans for this virgin. Rick let the stiff cock slip out of his mouth and moved his mouth upward, kissing Vince's lips, who was still in ecstasy with his eyes closed. Feeling Rick's lips on his own triggered an intense reaction in Vince, and without realizing it, he kissed Rick back. R: Are you ready to discover your true nature, boy, and experience what you've been longing for for so long? How did he know he fantasized about this? Vince looked at him in surprise. R: I've seen you watching a few times when I fuck a guy here. So I know you long for this. R: Because I think you jerk off every time you watch, imagining that it's you being fucked. Isn't that right? Vince felt himself sinking through the bed. So he knew all along and never let on. Rick saw the fear and shame in Vince's eyes. V: I Rick put his finger on Vince's mouth R: Shhhhhhhhhh, you shouldn't be ashamed. I'll help you reveal your true nature. Vince nodded cautiously. V: I'm afraid R: There's no need to be. I'll help you. Rick lay down on the bed and lay on top of Vince and started kissing him. Vince cautiously opened his mouth and felt Rick's tongue enter his mouth. At that moment, a heavenly feeling and desire arose in Vince, and now he pushed his tongue into Rick's mouth and they started kissing. Rick took Vince's hands and let him feel his hard cock. R: Hold it tight. You don't have to be afraid. Vince's desire for Rick's cock was answered, and for the first time, he felt Rick's cock, which he had secretly peeked at so many times. Vince felt the fear and shock gradually disappear from his body and the horniness take over. Rick started licking Vince's neck and then took care of his nipples. Meanwhile, he pulled Vince's shorts off completely and then sat up straight. He took Vince's hands again and let him caress his chest, then guided him to his Speedo. He pulled his Speedo open and pushed Vince's hand into it. Vince carefully grabbed Rick's cock and pulled it out of the Speedo. Vince stared wide- eyed at Rick's big, fleshy cock. R: Pull it, you're doing well. Vince gently stroked Rick's large cock and felt his desire for Rick's cock growing stronger and stronger. Rick saw that. R: Do you want to taste it, boy? Do you want your first cock in your mouth? Vince nodded cautiously. Rick grabbed Vince and turned around so that Rick was lying on his back and Vince was now sitting on top. Now that Vince was sitting upright for the first time, he felt the effect of the G-force rushing through his body even more. R: Take off my speedo. He carefully pulled off the speedo and looked lustfully at Rick's big fat cock. Rick sat up for a moment and kissed Vince. R: Now take it in your mouth. I know you want it. You won't regret it. It will solve a lot of problems for you once you've tasted a cock. Rick gently pulled Vince down and guided his head to his cock, holding Vince's head firmly. R: Open your mouth, boy, and let my cock slide into your mouth. Vince opened his mouth and the smell of Rick's cock shot into Vince's nose. It only turned him on even more and Vince surrendered completely. His lips found Rick's cock and he sucked it into his mouth. Once again, Vince's desire was fulfilled and he let out a sigh of relief. Feeling a cock in his mouth was blissful, and even though this was his first time, he subconsciously knew what to do with that cock in his mouth. R: Hmmmm, yes, you're a natural, boy. Fuck, are you sure this is your first time? Hmmmmm, fuck yes. Rick let the boy enjoy his first cock in his mouth for a moment, then pulled him back to him and kissed him again. Now they made love for about ten minutes, their hands moving back and forth over each other. R: Fuck, boy, you make me so fucking horny. Hmmm. Are you ready to go further and let your true nature blossom completely? Vince nodded again. R: You know, boy, I only use sluts. Do you want to be my slut, boy? Vince was far too horny and completely enchanted by Rick, and without knowing what he was agreeing to, Vince nodded. R: That means you have to do everything I say, that I can have complete control over you, and know that once I start fucking you, I won't stop and I won't show any mercy. Vince nodded in agreement but didn't hear everything Rick said because he was completely out of it and all he wanted was to feel Rick's strong hands on his body and suck that delicious cock some more. Rick grinned and kissed Vince, then stood up and pulled Vince up too, who was now beginning to feel the full force of the G and was spinning on his legs. R: Is something wrong? Are you having second thoughts? V: No, that's not it, I'm just feeling very light-headed. R: Give me your hand, I'll help you. It'll pass soon. Vince gave Rick his hand and felt the support he gave him. He followed Rick and they went to the bathroom. Vince had no idea what they were going to do. He looked at the dildo on the chair and saw that Rick was looking too. R: You must have seen this lying there just now. I had put it there especially for you, hoping you would see it if you needed to change. R: Did it turn you on, boy? Vince nodded. R: Would you like to feel it in your ass later? Vince looked a little shy and embarrassed. R: You don't have to be ashamed of your feelings, boy. Once I've let you blossom into the slut you really are, you won't be ashamed of what you desire anymore. Still shy, Vince spoke anyway V: Yes, I would like to feel them. But I don't think I can handle it. I've never felt anything in my ass before. That was music to Rick's ears. Filling a blank slate was his favorite thing to do. R: Don't worry, boy, I'll help you, and when we're done, you won't be afraid that something can't fit in your ass anymore. Rick took Vince in his arms, kissed him, and caressed his body. R: We have to get you ready, boy. Because, like I said, I only use real sluts, and you gave me your word that I could do whatever I wanted with you, so... V: What do you want me to do for you? R: Well, first I'm going to shave your asshole and your pubic hair. I love clean-shaven sluts. Luckily, there's not much, so we won't waste much time. Rick grabbed Vince's ass and squeezed it hard. R: And then I'll teach you how to clean your ass. Because if I want to use your ass, you'll have to be clean. Vince nodded and watched as Rick took out a razor and shaving cream. He saw Rick lather him with shaving cream and then shave off the little pubic hair around his cock and balls. He did the same with his ass. Rick looked at the slut in the making, growled, grabbed his cock, and jerked it off. Vince saw the dominant, longing look in Rick's eyes and was overcome with a wave of desire. He wanted to get down on his knees and start sucking Rick's dick, but Rick pulled him up. R: Not yet, boy. You have to be clean first. Vince bit his lip and had trouble controlling himself. R: Calm down, baby, you'll get to suck this dick soon, but first you have to be clean. Come on, get in the shower. Vince got in the shower and Rick showed him how to rinse himself. Vince thought it was weird, but he did what he was asked to do. It was a bit awkward at first, but after he had done it once, he figured out how to do it. After about three times, he saw that the water coming out of his ass was clean, and Rick pulled him upright, kissed him, and held him tightly. R: Ready to be my slut, boy? V: Yes. R: Then follow me. Rick took Vince's hand again and led him to the bedroom. Vince had already peeked through the window and seen the bedroom, but now he could take a good look and was shocked by the size of the room and how many toys were in the closet. Rick went outside for a moment and came back a few seconds later with a glass of lemonade, a bag of crystals, a pipe, and some other stuff. R: Here, drink up, boy, so you don't get dehydrated. Vince took the glass and drank it empty. R: My sluts always have to do what I ask without arguing, you understand that, boy? Vince nodded. R: When we play, you have to address me with respect, and you do that by saying sir, okay? Vince nodded again. R: I only fuck my sluts raw. So you have no choice, okay? Vince nodded. R: My sluts must always be willing and high. So when we play, you'll have to use drugs too. Here too, you have no choice. Otherwise, you must leave now. Vince had never had a choice, because from the first glass of lemonade he was already under the influence of G and his ability to think rationally had been taken away from him. Otherwise, he might have refused and then the fun would have been over quickly. Vince nodded again because he wanted Rick's fat dick too much. R: Good boy. R: You'll find out how I address you and what else I expect from you, but first we have to make you willing and high. Rick showed him the pipe he was holding in his hands. R: Do you know this? V: No, sir. R: You learn quickly. Vince smiled sheepishly. R: Good, this is a pipe and these are Miss Tina crystals that go in the pipe. We melt the crystals in the pipe, then inhale the smoke, hold it in as long as possible, and then exhale it. I'll demonstrate it once and then it's up to you. Vince nodded. Rick filled the pipe with crystals, took a lighter, and began to melt the crystals. When the pipe was filled with smoke, he sucked it in, held it as long as possible, and then blew out a big white cloud. R: Get down on your knees. Vince did as Rick asked and got down on his knees. R: Now it's your turn, boy. Show me how much you want to be mine and how much you want to be a slut like the ones I usually use. It will fill your head with fire and your ass with hunger, a hunger you never knew existed. Vince had never used drugs or smoked before and awkwardly took the pipe and lighter and did exactly what Rick had shown him. He melted the crystals and when the smoke formed, he sucked it up. He felt his body getting warmer and his head getting lighter. He then blew a big cloud into the room. He wanted to give the pipe back to Rick, but Rick pushed it back into his hands. R: Blowing one cloud won't get you high and willing enough, boy. Blow a few more. Vince looked at Rick with wide eyes but did as he was asked and blew three more big clouds into the room. With every cloud he blew, he felt the fire in his head and the hunger in his ass for Rick's cock growing inside him, and after he blew his fourth cloud, he was horny as hell. He could no longer control himself and had to surrender to his urges and needs. R: Yes, that's it, boy. Let the slut and whore come out. It's always been inside you, hmmmmmmm yes Rick took the pipe from Vince's hands. R: I think we've got you high and willing enough for now. The G will kick in later, and then you'll be all set for the first part. Rick grabbed Vince and kissed him again. R: How do you feel, boy? Can you feel yourself becoming my slut? Vince was moaning and panting. V: Hmmm, yes, I feel so horny and hot, and I long to be used by you. I've never felt so horny and never been so sure of what I want as I am now. R: Hmmmmm, it's always been there, boy. You've always been a slut, Miss Tina just woke up the slut in you. R: Are you ready to surrender yourself completely to me? V: Yes, sir, use me. I surrender myself completely to you. R: Hmmmm, that's the spirit, boy. I'll make you a real proud slut and teach you all the tricks of the trade. Rick pushed Vince down. R: Put that mouth of yours to work, boy, and show me how much you want to pleasure my cock. Because I've already seen how much you crave it. Vince was on his knees and his head was spinning, and he felt an extra layer of horniness and submissiveness wash over him. He didn't know why, but it was the G that was starting to kick in. The smell of Rick's cock shot into his nose again and he couldn't control himself anymore. He put his hands on Rick's ass and eagerly sucked the cock in and started sucking it hard. R: Not so hard, boy. Start slowly and build up little by little. Enjoy it, it's about coming as quickly as possible. Vince tried to calm down a bit and now he licked and sucked Rick's cock more gently. R: Yes, that's better, slut. Treat Mr. Dick well, show him that you like him. Vince enjoyed the cock in his mouth and let the saliva run out of his mouth. R: Take it deeper into your mouth, slut. Try to get it down your throat until you can't take any more. Vince did his best and pushed it as deep as he could, until he started to feel nauseous. R: Yes, that's good, slut. Hmmm, you're making me so horny with that mouth of yours. Rick pulled Vince off his cock for a moment, spat in his face, then pushed him back onto his cock, holding Vince's head firmly and now setting the pace himself, starting to fuck Vince's mouth. After letting him suck him for a few minutes, he pulled Vince up, held him tightly, and kissed him. R: Not bad for your first time, slut. Do you like sucking cock? V: Yes, sir. It's wonderful to be able to suck your cock. V: Are you going to fuck me like those other sluts, sir? R: Which other sluts do you mean, boy? V: I've often watched through my window to see how you fuck a slut. I even stood in the garden once and watched you. R: I knew that, boy, but I'm glad you're telling me now. R: I even know that you once sniffed my boxer shorts when they were lying outside. V: Oh yes, sir. They smelled so good. But your dick smells even better. Vince's shame was completely gone because he was high and he would reveal all his secrets if Rick asked him to. R: You know how I know that, boy. R: There are cameras here, and I've been watching you on camera when you were here, and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw you sniffing my boxer shorts. R: Since then, I've been watching you, and my intention was to recruit you and make you my slut. V: Oh yes, hmmmm, thank you, sir. Thank you for making me your slut. R: You're not there yet, boy. First, I'll have to fill you up with my toxic seed. That's what you want, boy, to be filled up with my toxic load, to carry my DNA and my mark, and to become my slut. V: Hmmmmm fuck yes. I've wanted this for so long, sir. R: I can believe that, boy. You've seen me busy enough, haven't you? V: Yes, sir. Hmmm, please fuck me like those other sluts, I've been longing for it for so long. Rick grabbed Vince firmly again and kissed him again, pulled his cheeks apart and caressed Vince's virgin sphincter. R: Your pussy can't handle my cock yet, boy. We're going to have to stretch your pussy out first. Vince felt Rick's finger teasing his sphincter, and it only made his desire grow stronger. V: Loosen up my pussy, sir, I want it so badly. R: What an eager boy. R: Sir will stretch your tight hole so sir can pick your cherry with his fat cock. Vince looked at Rick with longing eyes. V: Oh yes, sir, stretch me open. R: I'll stretch your ass open, boy. I'll give you a pussy that sucks every cock inside like it's nothing and so much more. R: For your first time, I'll let you enjoy it. So enjoy it, because next time you'll make me enjoy it and not the other way around. He picked Vince up on his shoulders and laid him in the sling. He secured his legs in the buckles and pulled him to the end of the sling so that Vince's ass and future cunt were completely exposed and he could start training his slut in the making. He stroked the tense sphincter for a moment and heard Vince moaning softly. That boy doesn't know it yet, but by the time I'm done with him, he won't have a tight sphincter anymore, but a gaping hole from which my toxic seed will flow. Rick took a few dildos, lubricant, and the bag of crystals with him. He applied some lubricant to Vince's tight sphincter and circled it with his finger. Vince was already in ecstasy, and it hadn't even started yet. V: Hmmmm, yes, give me more. This feels fucking amazing. R: If you think this feels good, boy, just wait until the real thing starts. Rick handed Vince a brown bottle and told him to sniff it a few times. Vince, who was already very high, looked at the bottle and placed it against one nostril. R: Pinch your other nostril shut, boy, and then sniff, and then do the same with your other nostril and repeat it three times. Vince did as he was asked and sniffed the bottle several times. Each time he sniffed, he felt an extra warm glow flow through his body and became even hornier than he already was. Rick said he could sniff the bottle regularly, that it would help him relax. Vince nodded and then rested his head on the sling's cloth and closed his eyes. Rick put some lubricant on his finger and placed it against the relaxed sphincter, then gently pushed his finger inside. With every centimeter he penetrated Vince's virgin pussy, he heard him moan and beg for more. V: Oh yes, this feels amazing. Deeper, sir, go deeper. R: Take it easy, boy. It won't be long before you're telling me to stop. Rick now pushed his finger all the way into Vince's pussy and he heard the boy experiencing both pain and pleasure. Rick left his finger there for a moment and then pulled it out completely. R: Do you like this, boy? V: Oh fuck yes. I want more, sir. R: Then take another sniff from the bottle. Vince did as Rick told him, and Rick now placed two fingers against the sphincter. He felt the poppers doing their job, and when Vince's sphincter was completely relaxed, he pushed his two thick fingers in at once. Vince gasped for breath, both from the slight pain and the experience of feeling two fingers in his ass. Vince whimpered and moaned. R: Relax, boy. Let your pussy suck those fingers in. Rick felt Vince trying to do what he asked, but he also knew the boy was way too high and had completely lost control of his body due to the new sensations he was experiencing. R: Shall I help you loosen up a little, boy? Shall I help your pussy a little so it loosens up and gets hungry? V: Oh yes, sir. Make my pussy hungry for your cock. R: Hmmmm, what a dirty little slut you are, boy. R: I already knew you were craving my fat cock. But I'll give your pussy a bump so it will be able to satisfy your desires. V: Oh fuck yes. Hmmmmm Vince was already in ecstasy and he felt Rick slide his fingers out of his ass and then stick them back in. What Vince didn't know was that Rick had put two beautiful crystals between his fingers and pushed them deep into Vince's pussy. Rick pulled his fingers out of Vince's ass and then slapped his ass a few times. That startled Vince and he let out a cry. Rick stood up and let the crystals do their work. It would take a while for them to melt and enter Vince's system. But once they were in his system, he would have the experience of his life. His ass would feel so empty that it would let everything slide in just to feel full. He walked over to Vince's head and kissed him. V: Aren't you going to stretch me open anymore, sir? R: Just be patient, friend. You'll soon see why I'm taking a little break for you. Rick let his limp cock dangle in front of Vince's mouth. R: Why don't you make my cock hard again with that mouth of yours? At least then you'll be doing something useful. Vince opened his mouth and eagerly took the limp cock into his mouth. Every time he sucked on it, he felt Rick's cock swell and get harder. But suddenly he also felt a tingling sensation in his ass. The tingling became more and more intense. The tingling turned into warmth and the warmth into a burning sensation. Vince couldn't take it anymore. V: It's burning, sir. My ass is burning so hard. R: That's good news, boy. It won't be long before your pussy begs to be broken open. V: But it burns so badly, sir. Oh, I can't take it anymore. R: Just concentrate on my cock and the burning sensation will soon be over. Vince did as Rick told him and started sucking his stiff cock again. Rick grabbed Vince's head and pushed him as deep as he could onto his cock. He heard Vince start to gag and then pulled him back. He saw tears running from Vince's eyes and then pushed his cock back as deep as he could into Vince's throat. Vince felt the burning sensation begin to subside and an empty feeling begin to take its place in his ass. It was another unbearable feeling, this time not of burning but an uncontrollable urge for something big and thick in his ass. Rick saw and felt the change in his slut and pulled his cock out of Vince's throat again. Vince was sliding his ass across the leather cloth and his whole body was craving attention. R: The burning sensation is gone, isn't it, boy? V: Oh fuck yes, sir. Hmmmmmmm. My pussy is so empty. Ohhhhhh R: Let me see how badly your pussy wants something to slide inside it, boy. Q: Oh yes, sir. I think my pussy is ready to be used. R: Take another sniff of the poppers, boy. That will give you an extra kick because you're going to need it. Those fingers were nothing. Vince took a few deep sniffs of the poppers and didn't need any more instructions from Rick. He felt that extra layer of horniness wash over him again and saw Rick lubricate a dildo and press it against his sphincter. R: Are you ready, boy? Vince nodded and felt the dildo slide in smoothly, filling the emptiness in his ass. R: Hmmmm, those crystals did their job well, boy, because that slides in very smoothly. Rick immediately took a thicker dildo and slid the other one out of Vince's pussy. He immediately pushed the thicker one in, and again it slid in like a knife through butter. R: Fuck, boy, your pussy is made to be fucked. It won't be long before I'm ramming my cock into your ass. Vince could only moan with pleasure. He felt no pain and didn't hear what Rick said, he was completely one with his pussy and surrendered himself completely to the intruder. V: Oh fuck, more, I want more, sir. Rick growled and pushed the dildo in and out of Vince's pussy several times, watching and listening to the boy enjoy it every time. After working Vince's pussy with the dildo for about five minutes, he pulled it out and saw that Vince's sphincter was already nicely broken open. Vince whimpered because his pussy felt empty again. V: Don't stop, sir. R: Calm down, boy. It will be filled again soon. Rick took two more crystals and this time pushed four fingers inside. He heard Vince moan with pleasure again and pushed the crystals as deep as he could. Then he dug his nails into the inside of Vince's pussy and pulled his fingers out, scraping them as he did so. Rick saw blood on his fingers and smeared it on Vince's gaping pussy. He heard Vince getting hot again in his pussy and saw the boy sinking deeper and deeper into his trance. R: Do you think your pussy will let his cock slide in, boy? V: ahhhhhhhh, hmmmmmmm Vince couldn't answer, he was completely out of it and totally focused on his pussy. Rick grabbed Vince's head and turned it towards him. He spat in his face, thereby getting the attention of his future slut. R: Ah, I've got your attention after all. R: Do you think your pussy will let my cock slide in, boy? V: hmmmm yes, hmmmm yes. I want your cock, sir. I want to feel your cock in my pussy. R: Suck it hard first, boy, so I can ram it into your pussy. Rick himself had become extremely horny from seeing the boy and Heat. Vince was so horny that Rick himself had trouble controlling himself, and his dark nature, which he had kept under control all this time, now came to the surface. He had been gentle and calm with his new student all this time, but that wasn't going to last much longer. The beast in Rick came out, and the beast had to be fed. Normally, Rick used his sluts, tying them up, whipping them, pissing on them, fucking their pussies with his fists, but that wasn't the plan this time. This time, he would restrain himself and make the virgin slave hungry for more. He would have to control the beast and make the boy addicted. Addicted to his cock so that he could then take him completely, and Rick pushed his cock into Vince's open mouth. Vince eagerly sucked his cock and he felt his cock start to swell again and become stiff, and when he felt it was stiff enough, he pulled it back. Because he himself longed to take Vince's pussy and pluck his cherry. Vince was in ecstasy and he saw Rick standing between his legs with his fat cock in his hands. He saw Rick pour lubricant over his cock and he felt Rick lubricate his pussy again. Rick put his cock against the slightly sucking sphincter. R: Ready to be my slut, boy? Are you ready to have your cherry popped and your life changed forever? Vince whimpered and moaned loudly. V: Hmmmm, yes, sir. Please push it in, I want it so badly, I need to feel your cock inside me so badly. R: Fuck yes, fuck yes. I'm going to fuck you so hard, boy. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never want anything else. Rick first pushed his cock in gently. But when he felt Vince's warm, wet cave, the beast in him came out completely. He grabbed the cloth from the sling and pulled it toward him, and although he felt a lot of resistance, he pushed his cock all the way in at once until his balls hit Vince's ass. Vince couldn't handle this fat, thick intruder and moaned in pain. V: Oh fuck, it hurts, sir. You're way too thick and way too big. That calmed Rick down a bit, and he left his cock inside Vince's warm pussy for a moment. R: Take a few sniffs of the poppers, boy. You won't be in pain for much longer. You'll soon be begging for more. Vince sniffed the poppers a few times and felt his head start to spin again, the warm glow wash over him, and the pain in his ass turn to pleasure. The whimpering of pain began to turn back into moans of pleasure, and Rick felt the tense sphincter around his fat cock begin to loosen its grip a little . He let his cock slide out slowly and when he reached his glans, he pushed it back in all the way. He saw that Vince was still struggling with his fat cock, but he also saw that the boy was starting to enjoy it, and Rick began to slide his cock slowly in and out of Vince's now gaping pussy. Rick felt and saw that Vince's sphincter had surrendered and that Vince now had a pussy. A pussy that served men like him. A pussy that needed to be fucked, filled with cock and cum. R: Take another sniff of the poppers, boy. Then I'll let you feel how real men fuck. Vince sniffed the poppers a few more times and felt the warmth wash over him again. V: Oh sir, fuck me. The pain is completely gone, master. This feels so heavenly. Rick didn't know if it was a wrong choice of words on Vince's part, but the word Master turned him on completely. R: Fuck yes, boy. Not only am I going to make you a slut, but you're also going to be my slave. You're just asking to be mine completely. The beast in Rick came back to the surface and this time Rick couldn't hold it back or stop it. He felt that Vince's pussy could take his eruption and he started thrusting hard into Vince's pussy. Vince began to moan loudly, breathing heavily and begging for more. This was the best thing he had ever experienced in his entire life. This was so much better than jerking off his own cock and spraying his cum all over his stomach. This was what he was made for, this was the feeling he had been missing his entire life. Feeling a fat big cock penetrating his ass and filling his intestines completely. Feeling himself being stretched open, feeling a man celebrating his urges in his pussy. Feeling hard thrusts and the slapping of a man's balls against his ass. Vince moaned, he looked at Vince and let him know he was enjoying it. He let Rick know he could go further, fuck him completely raw. He let him know he was all his and that from now on he was his slut and slave. V: Fuck me, master, make me yours. Fill me with your fat cock. Fuck, oh fuck, fuck me harder. Make my pussy all yours. Rick had turned into a beast, a beast that wanted to transform a boy into a slut, and he heard what Vince wanted from him, he heard Vince begging to be his, and Rick started pounding even harder. The sling swung back and forth violently and the metal pipes began to squeak. Rick had never fucked one of his sluts so hard before. This was also a first for him. " " It was the first time a slut had made him so beastly horny and hungry. Rick could no longer control himself and he growled loudly. R: Dirty boy. I'm going to make you the dirtiest slut and slave. You will be mine and you will remain mine forever. Do you understand that? Rick wanted to take the boy and he untied Vince's legs and took him out of the sling with his cock still in Vince's pussy. He threw Vince on the bed and Vince felt his pussy empty again. Rick lay on top of Vince and kissed him. R: Hmmmm, you make me so fucking horny, slut. You make me so fucking wild that I have to fight not to fuck you to pieces. V: Fuck me hard, master. I'm all yours. R: Dirty slut. Don't say that because I would destroy your pussy and I want to have a lot of fun with that hole of yours. Rick sat up straight and showed Vince his stiff, fat cock. Rick's cock was completely wet with Vince's pussy juice and covered in blood from Vince's torn pussy. R: Taste your pussy, slut. Taste where my cock has been fucking so hard. Taste the cock that turned your ass into a pussy. Vince got down on all fours, opened his mouth, and took the wet cock into his mouth, and when he tasted his own pussy, he started moaning. Rick took another crystal from the bag on the bed and pushed it with his finger into Vince's bleeding, gaping pussy. R: Hmmmmmm, your pussy isn't so tight anymore, slut. My cock has torn your hole wide open and given you a gaping hole. Fuck, hmmmm. Rick fingered Vince's pussy while he was being sucked off, and when he saw that Vince was starting to moan again because he felt the burning sensation again, he pulled his cock out of Vince's mouth. He sat behind Vince, put his hand on Vince's head, and pushed his head into the bed. He put his wet, clean-licked cockhead against Vince's gaping, pulsating pussy and pushed his fat cock back into the moist, warm cave. Vince was in ecstasy, feeling the heat intensify as the crystal melted in his intestines and the fat cock pushed the crystal deeper and deeper into his bowels. Vince felt like the slut he was about to become. His true nature was now fully awakened, and he moaned and pushed his ass in rhythm with Rick's thrusts. Vince felt Rick's filled balls slap against his ass with every thrust, and now that he was on all fours and his hands were free, he stuck his hand between his legs to feel the fat cock sliding in and out of his pussy. Vince felt Rick's cock and he felt it sliding in and out of his pussy, he felt the blood and fluid running out of his hole and the balls slapping against his hand. R: You dirty boy. Do you want to see my fat cock sliding in and out of your pussy? V: Yes, master, I want to see the pussy you made and see your fat, delicious cock sliding into it. Rick took his cell phone and started filming. R: Spread your ass, slut. Show me your pussy. Vince spread his ass cheeks and while Rick fucked him, he filmed his cock sliding in and out of Vince's pussy. After filming for a few minutes, he threw the cell phone back on the bed. R: You can watch that later, slut. But first, I'm going to give you my gift. First, I have to make you completely mine and pump my DNA and virus into your pussy and turn you into a real slut. That's what you wanted, isn't it, boy? V: Yes, master, fill me with your toxic load. Make me completely yours. Rick growled loudly and fucked harder and harder, pushing Vince's head deeper into the mattress and Vince moaned loudly. He felt Rick fucking him even harder and Vince enjoyed every thrust he got in his new pussy more and more. He heard Rick growl loudly and suddenly he stopped thrusting. Vince felt Rick lie down on top of him with his full weight and moan loudly and intensely. R: FUUUUUUCK, take my DNA, you dirty slut. From now on, your ass is mine, bitch. Rick sprayed away Vince's virginity and innocence with his infectious seed. Vince felt his ass being filled with Rick's warm cum, and that gave him a feeling of satisfaction. Although he still wanted more, it felt as if he was now a real slut. Rick caught his breath and pulled his cum and blood-covered cock out of Vince's gaping, filled-up ass and offered his cock to Vince. R: Lick the cock that made you a slut clean, slut, and taste and swallow the cum that will transform you. Vince eagerly opened his mouth and took the cum-covered cock into his mouth. It was the first time he had tasted cum and it was heavenly, the taste of the cum filling his mouth and triggering his taste buds and making him crave for more. Rick fell onto the bed and pulled Vince close to him. Vince laid his head on Rick's hairy chest and a grin appeared on both men's faces. Vince was still heavily tripping and got scared, scared that Rick would drop him now that he had been able to fuck him and fill him with his cum. Vince didn't want this to be the only time Rick fucked him. Vince wanted him to be Rick's his regular slut and slave, and tears began to run from his eyes. Rick saw tears running down Vince's face. R: Not satisfied, slut, or do you regret what you did? V: No, sir, but I'm afraid that now you've fucked me, you'll dump me like you do with other sluts. Because I never saw the same slut here. It was always different ones. Rick had to laugh and understood Vince's fear. R: Don't worry, slut. I'm not done with you yet. This was just a preview, your first lesson. You still have so much to learn, and the way you've done it so far, there's a good chance you'll become my regular slut. R: How long were your parents away? V: Normally they're gone for three days, but they might travel on to visit family and then stay away for another week or two. Rick grinned. R: Can you check? Vince crawled out of bed, still unsteady on his feet. When he stood up straight, he felt Rick's cum running out of his pussy. He wanted to wipe it off, but Rick stopped him. He picked it up with his fingers and stuck his cum-covered finger in Vince's mouth. R: Don't let anything go to waste, slut, and wait a minute, I'll close your pussy so my load stays nicely inside you. Rick took a butt plug and bent Vince over. He pushed the plug into Vince's pussy, and Vince felt the emptiness disappear from his ass and gasped for breath as he felt the plug slide into place. He stood up and at first it felt strange to walk around with his ass filled, but he was still too high to think about it too much, so he went outside and took his phone. He sent a message to his parents asking how long they would be gone and went back inside. When he lay back down in bed with Rick, he received a message back from his mother. She asked why he was asking. Vince replied that he was planning to go on a trip with a friend and wanted to know if he should lock up the house or not. His mother replied that he could do so because they would be away for another two weeks, visiting family. That was music to Rick's ears. The boy didn't know what he was getting himself into. R: Good, slut. Then I can take you with me for the next few weeks and train you further. Tonight you'll stay here, I'll fill you up a few more times and train your pussy some more, and tomorrow you'll lock up your house and from then on, the gloves come off. From then on, you'll be my slut, my property, and I'll take you and use you however I want. Do you understand? Vince's heart began to beat fast, not out of fear but out of joy and excitement. What would Rick do to him and what else would he learn from this wonderful man? V: Yes, sir.

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That is the best you can have. My doc in Berlin is pozz too. He likes to fuck me every time, when we meet. He shurely knows, that I am not on meds. That is the kick for him, and I think I am not the only one he fuckes. The best mediction you can get!

Went to Steamworks yesterday evening and had one of my best times I've had there. Started by getting in the sling after became available where I notice a old guy with a noce body and thick 7 inch cock close by waiting. He walks up between my legs and enters me without much prep which hurt a little, but I worked through the pain that soon turned to pleasure. His dick felt great and after a bit of fucking I beg to have him breed me. He works up to it as my hole milks his dick and then he explodes in me grunting and dick throbbing as his sperm coats my insides. Was a great start and I hope out of the sling as another bottom wanted some sling fun. I wait for the sling again as I have some fun in my room and take another load. An hour later and its available so I grab my blindfold this time and hop in the sling. This is when I get used by a top for about an hour in the sling. This guy had a great cock and amazing stamina. He absolutely must have loved my hole. He fucks me for such a long time making my cock leak and twitch the entire time. I end up fighting to not cum but end up with about half a cum. I scoop up my cum and lube his dick with it so my cum gets fucked into me. I can see a little out the blindfold and there other guys in the room. Some touch my bodies while others are play near by, hard to get too much detail from the blindfold, but the environment was a hot scene. I was hoping to be shared with the other guys but the top that was fucking me was greedy and wanted my hole for himself. We fuck another few minutes and im sweaty, my legs are worn from the chains of the sling, and I need a break from the poppers so I take a break back to my room. I get ass up on my bed and the same top happens to find me in my room and we continue again. The different positions was nice since it gave me more control and the feel of his cock in me was more intense. He gets one foot up on the bed and thrusts into me moaning, he was just relentless. I really had to take a break at this point so I un mount and we make out a bit, me thanking him for such a great session. My hole was so well used, but I also wanted to play with other guys. That was only the 1st half of my night and I did eventually take this guys load and he also made me cum a huge load later, but this is already a long story. In the end I took 6 loads last night and got fucked by 8 guys. If only every visit was as successful as last night was id be such a happy cumdump.

Even 85% is lower than radiation or surgical options, which (last I looked) were ~93%. When I was deciding, I wanted the best survival rate, first and foremost. I was willing to sacrifice 1-2% if it meant preserving function but if it had been a statistically significant difference, I would have gone with surgery. One of the things that surprised me for a number of years after my treatment was the "Sword of Damocles": Every check-up was stressful. I'm sure it's no different than any other life altering diagnosis including HIV (especially back in the day.) My radiation oncologist warned me that my PSA would bounce around for 2-3 years. Noted. Then my PSA spiked higher than it had ever been and I lost my sh*t anyway. Ultimately, it was nothing but every movement in your numbers induces stress or relief. Funny you mention this. As I mentioned, I had urethral strictures, which is a risk with radiation. I woke up one day (several years after treatment) and couldn't piss. Wound up in the ER where they cath'd me. Forcing that in was the most intense pain ever. On a follow-up visit, the urologist attempted to cystoscope me. I couldn't tolerate it. They then tried narrower sounds to "widen the road", so to speak. Still no dice. They had to do it under anesthesia. Peripheral radiation damage is probably why recreational sounding isn't recommended. Of course, I suspect docs would try to discourage it, regardless of cancer status.

Even though I was negative, I became fascinated by the pigs and hiv positive cruising chat rooms on Gaydar. At first I was just a casual visitor, but started up a virtual relationship with a guy called Pete. Pete lives in London, and was openly hiv+, his profile said “never” to safer sex and poz preferred, but was a god of a man, 40, fit, muscular, tattooed with a full body suit, and thick, fat pierced cock. I instantly wanted to be with him. We chatted on an off for weeks, me being a bit of a cyberwanker if I’m honest, me telling him my fantasies about being a complete slut pig. In the end it was deal or no deal, Pete told me that if I wanted sex with him it was strictly on his terms and I needed to be at his house in London by 6pm that Friday. Picking up my courage, I took the day off work and travelled to London. Pete met me at the door of his house. He looked magnificent; his tattooed muscular body was covered by just a pair of trunks through which I could see the outline of his cock and the line of the Jacobs ladder bar bells running along the shaft. I had a raging hard-on. Pete grunted when he saw me then said: “Your hair’s longer than the photo – I only fuck skin heads – shave it off” He led me to the bathroom and gave me clippers and a razor. He told me to wet shave my head, cock, balls and arse. I knew this would be difficult to explain at work, but I was so horned by the experience I just did it. It took ages. About an hour later I left my clothes and hair in the bathroom and went to find Pete. He was sitting in his front room smoking. “Good” he said when he saw me, “My terms remember –do you agree to submit freely?” I confirmed that I did. With that we exchanged a long and passionate kiss and Pete took me down the stairs to the basement. It was a proper play room, of the type you see in films, rubber floor, sling, chains and benches, the works. “Get in the sling” he said. I did. He handcuffed my legs and arms in to place, and gagged me. I was then expecting to be fucked, but Pete just walked away and said “I’ll be back to fuck you when you’re ready for me”. I was confused, bareback porn was playing on the TV above my head, but I was alone, and I started trying to escape. Five minutes later two guys came in to the room, one stocky, but fit, about my sort of age the other in his late 50’s gaunt and painfully thin. Both were naked and sported biohazard tattoos. “So this is the new guy Pete wants us to convert - Cute” said the gaunt one. I was terrified, struggled to get free of the restraints, but couldn’t and pissed myself through fear. The stocky guy laughed at me and said: “Don’t worry mate, by the end of tonight you’ll never worry about who you fuck with again. I got in that sling 2 years ago, and I was just like you then.” That was all that was said the two guys just started getting off together and fingering my arsehole, other than that I was not touched. There they were standing at the end of the sling getting off and kissing each other. Poppers were placed under my nose, a little spit to lube my hole and they were away taking turns fucking me. The gaunt one was the first to get close to coming he said to me: “I’ve got a pretty old strain and it’s med resistant. Pete wanted me to check you still wanted this” I screamed in to the gag “Noooo” and at that instant he came inside me, sweat pouring of his skinny vascular body.. “Good, I thought you’d say yes” he said. He pulled out and the stocky guy took his place “Don’t cry” he said to me “Ted was the first to fuck me when I went through Pete’s Process.” Ted started talking to the stocky guy as he was fucking me. “Yeah Nick, breed his hole, this is going to be our sixth conversion this year. He’s the fittest yet.” Nick picked up his pace and was soon unloading in me. What happened next was more degrading. Ted pissed in my mouth and all over my body in the sling. Nick got a rancid old toothbrush down off one of the shelves and shoved it in my arse, working it around and telling me how this was the same brush that had been used on him two years earlier and that one day, after I had proved myself I would be allowed to be a gifter and use the toothbrush on one of Pete’s next negs. Through my fear and horror I started to get hard. Nick laughed and said: “You’re going to take to this like a duck to water mate.” After a few minutes Nick pulled the toothbrush out and Ted inspected my arse and said “looking good. I think we need to administer some pain relief to the new boy. It’s going to be a long night for that cunt” Ted pulled out a wrap and started massaging the drug into my arse, working it in with his fingers at first and then with his cock. The drug started to take effect and the soreness in my arse subsided to a warm fuzzy wet and slush just as Ted shot his second load in to me. Nick was at my side with a little bullet, “snort this” he said. By now I was feeling more relaxed and piggy, and took the hits as instructed. “Nice one” he said, “that was K”, and you’ll be flying soon. With that both Ted and Nick took a break for beer and fags, and ten minutes later, Nick was back at my arse. I was truly flying; my head was everywhere and nowhere. In my mind Nick’s cock was all I wanted and my insides were just his warm wet palace. I don’t remember how long Nick fucked me but when he came it felt like my arse was all I was. “Our work is done, let’s tell Pete” said Nick. With that they both left. Sometime later, Pete came in to the room. He was naked and sporting a huge hardon, a large gauge, spiked pa, coming out of the end of it, in my groggy state, I focused on him and drooled. “Well done mate, you’ve started well, but the process is not yet complete. You told me all your fantasies, I told you to read my profile. What did it say?” “Fit, 40, HIV+, never for safer sex, poz preferred” I stammered. “Is that all you remember or were you just obsessed with the photos? Ted and Nick have sorted out your HIV status for me, now I’m going to take you on a journey beyond your fantasies and make you become the true pig that hides inside you” he said with a sneer. “I’ve arranged a little party tonight and you’re the party piece” said Pete. “To help you out, I’ve got two old friends to make it just right. Guys, come on in” he shouted. Into the playroom walked two guys, right on queue. The first guy was thin and wiry and i guess in his mid twenties, bio-hazard tattoos very prominent on both sides of his neck. Pete introduced him, “This is Kev, he’s your Chemist for the party. He’s going to make sure that we keep your mood just right and make sure you don’t forget too much or get too dehydrated. I can’t promise exactly what he’s going to shoot in to you, but I know you’re going to like it.” “and this is Mick...” Mick was amazing. Athletic, with a Mohawk yes, but most striking were his face and body tattoos and piercings. He had a strinking full face tattoo that went over his head and neck, nose and mouth piercings and stretched ear lobes. “Mick’s a bit mixed up sexually. He may fuck you during the course of the night, he may not. What he will do is tattoo you. He’s a bit of a sadist. He knows my requirement for you to have a biohazard tattoo, but he usually gets carried away and does a bit more than that. A completely ink free body like yours will really get his juices flowing. “What do you think Mick?” “Yeah Pete, I’ve got a few things in mind for this guy – stuff he’s not going to be able to hide under a shirt and tie.” With that Mick took off his t-shirt and I saw a huge biohazard symbol tattoo on his stomach, he got his tattoo equipment out of a bag and started setting up besides me. Kev moved to the other side. “Well guys” said Pete, I’ll leave you to it. I’ve got the first five guys waiting upstairs and I’ll send them done in a bit. Kev, Mick, you know the type of pig I want to find when I come back down stairs tomorrow. Be as creative as you like.” My arms were uncuffed and my gag removed. Mick and Kev took and arm each. Around my left arm Kev pulled a tourniquet. I started saying “No, please no” quietly, over and over, but my hard cock betrayed the fact I was very turned on. Mick tied my right arm down to an improvised bench besides the sling. I felt a prick in my left arm as Kev found a vein, at the same time Mick started to tattoo the back of my right hand. The five guys were all naked, sported various tattoos and piercings, but I could not see their faces- they all wore pig masks. I could not tell their ages. Kev injected me and released the tourniquet. I gasped and coughed. The painful tattoo work Mick was doing on my hand faded into a gentle massage. My body was consumed with pig lust and my arse pulsed with warm wet desire. The first pig stepped forward and took up position at my gaping arsehole, the pleasure I felt was amazing as he entered me. I felt like my whole body was being filled with his cock, my head lolled to the side and another thick cock forced itself in to my mouth. I slobbered on it, the chunky piercing chinking against my teeth. I felt complete. Over the next hour or so all the pigs took their turns violating my holes and filling me with their cum. Eventually, the tattoo work on my hand was completed and Mick said he was going to a take a a break. With that he stood up and pissed over me, worked himself up hardon and started fucking me. “Yeah, I prefer cunt, but I reckon your arse is a juicy cunt now mate” he said. Kev was jacking himself off besides me, and I noticed that the five pigs had left the room. Kev started talking to me as he jacked off: “Mate, You're doing well, but you've still got lots ahead of you. Some you're going to remember, some you're not, but I think you'll like what you find in the morning” Mick got rough and started fucking me hard and then spewed his poz load inside my arse with a few grunts. Kev continued beating off furiously and told Mick to hold my head still and eyes open. Mick did and Kev raised himself up and came over my eyes filling them with his cum. Even in my drug fucked state, it stung, but it was also very horny and I could see the cum blurring my vision. Kev whispered in my ear: “HIV gets straight to the brain via the optic nerve mate. Enjoy” Then he said: “Right Mick, get the hood he doesn't need to see what's going on from now on, I'll just mainline him something to keep him quiet. I struggled a bit as the hood was put on, felt the prick in my arm and slipped out of consciousness.... I woke up with a start. I was still in the playroom and there was a warm steam of piss hitting me in the face. Pete's piss. “Morning”, said Pete. “You've had quite a night of it. How are you feeling?” I took a few moments to think about myself, I felt okay, there was a tingling in my arse, but it was a good feeling. My neck and hand were sore, but I was okay with that too. “Why not get yourself out of the sling and come and have a look in the mirror” said Pete, I was feeling good and pulled myself out of the sling and stood besides Pete and looked at the full wall mirror. The first thing I saw in the mirror was Pete, looking magnificent with his full tattoo body suit and firm body, then I saw myself. The 28 year old me. My head and body hair shaved. A bio-hazard tattoo was now on the back of my right hand, on my neck, running behind my left ear and on to my head was a black scorpion tattoo. I started to become hard. Then I noticed what could only be a large dribble of cum and blood running down my inside leg. “I see you like the first step of my process” said Pete. I became harder. Pete spat on his thumb and rubbed it around the head of my engorged cock. I carried on looking at myself and Pete in the mirror. Almost immediately Pete said: “Cum” With that my body exploded in to an intense orgasm, my cum filling Pete's cupped hand. Pete brought my cum to his face and sniffed, then said: “ I always savour a man's last negative load – it makes me stronger”. With that he drank my cum form his hand, looked at me and smiled. I started to cry. I was lost in thoughts of my life, my job, my home – and the fact that I had allowed myself to gang fucked and pozed by a group of people I didn't know. My shaved hair and tattoos added to my worries about how I could explain them away. Pete started talking to me in his low deep voice: “Do you remember all our conversations on Gaydar? The one where you told me about fantasising being like Bud Hole? Well I'm going to make your fantasies come true whether you like it or not. I have plans for you and they are going to take you beyond your wildest dreams.”

Wishing the best for you. I'm stilling waiting to get my first appointment at the urologist. I'm not sure what happens at the first appointment. I just have the results from my PSA and Free PSA. Even though I have low numbers, I feel like in time the numbers will increase. I appreciate you sharing everything.

For me it's all about the loads. I really don't care what they call it, just so long as they breed me raw and fill me with their loads. 💦💦💦

Part 3 The weight of Jake's body was gone, but the pressure of his presence remained. Chad lay frozen, listening to Jake's breathing even out into the deep rhythm of sleep. The moment Jake was truly under, Chad shot out of bed as if he'd been electrocuted. He didn't bother with clothes, just fled, his bare feet silent on the carpet as he sprinted for the sanctuary of the bathroom. He slammed the door and leaned against it, his chest heaving. That's when he felt it: a slow, warm trickle making its way down the inside of his thigh. He looked down. A milky trail was snaking its way toward his knee. The combined essence of Asha and Jake, a physical manifestation of his betrayal. A wave of nausea and guilt washed over him, so potent it made him dizzy. Driven by a morbid curiosity he couldn't explain, he swiped a finger through the fluid. He brought it to his lips, his hand trembling. The taste was salty, bitter, complex. It was the taste of his own deceit. He was still a little high, the world soft around the edges, his emotions a volatile mix of shame and a strange, lingering thrill. He needed to wash it all away. He stepped into the large shower and pulled the glass door shut, the click echoing in the tiled room. He turned the water on, hot and powerful, and let the spray beat down on his back. It felt incredible, scalding away the sweat, the sex, the shame. He tilted his head back, letting the water cascade over his face, his eyes closed. The shower door clicked open. Chad's eyes snapped open. He spun around, his heart leaping into his throat. Standing there, completely naked, was Andrew. Asha's partner. He was just staring, a slow, evil grin spreading across his face as he took in the sight of Chad, wet and soapy and exposed. Without a word, Andrew strolled over to the toilet, his movements unhurried and confident. He stood with his back slightly to Chad, giving him a clear view of his cut, thick cock as he started to piss, a heavy stream hitting the water with a loud, deliberate sound. He didn't try to hide it. He stared right at Chad the entire time. Chad's face burned with humiliation. He quickly turned around, his back to Andrew, but it was too late. The image was seared into his mind. He could feel a familiar heat pooling in his groin. Against his will, against all reason, he was getting hard. He heard the stream stop, the toilet flush. Then the sound of bare feet on wet tile. The shower door slid open again. "Don't be shy," Andrew's voice was a low, amused rumble, right behind him. Chad felt a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. He kept his eyes down, focused on Andrew's chest. He couldn't bear to look him in the face. "Asha told me," Andrew whispered, his voice hot against Chad's ear. "He told me he fucked you. Came deep in your ass." Chad's head snapped up. His eyes met Andrew's. The water continued to cascade over Chad's right shoulder, running down his smooth, hairless chest. His small cock was now fully, achingly hard, the foreskin pulled back tight, sticking up at an angle. Andrew's eyes flicked down to it, then back up to Chad's flushed face. "Nice," he said, his voice thick with approval. He started pulling his own cock, slowly, methodically. It grew hard in his fist—fat, veiny, and intimidatingly thick. Chad was mesmerized. It was the first time he'd really looked at Andrew. He was 47, like Asha, but a completely different type. White, with piercing blue eyes and a thick, greying beard that framed a handsome, rugged face. His brown hair was cut short, shot through with grey at the temples, with a receding hairline that only added to his mature authority. He reminded Chad of his own dad, and the thought sent a jolt of forbidden electricity through him. He had broad, muscular shoulders that tapered to a solid paunch, and his thick legs were covered in a dense mat of dark hair. "Can I join you?" Andrew asked, his voice leaving no room for refusal. "I want to fuck you." Chad could only manage a choked whisper. "Sure." His face was crimson. Andrew's grin widened. "Good boy." Andrew stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind them. The space was suddenly small, filled with steam and the scent of two aroused men. He crowded Chad against the tiled wall, his body a hot, hairy press against Chad's smooth skin. The sex was immediate and overwhelming. It was passionate and rough, a clash of tongues and teeth, of grabbing hands and searching fingers. Andrew was incredibly verbal, a constant stream of dirty praise and commands in Chad's ear. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands roaming Chad's body. "Such a tight little body. You like this, don't you? You like being used by real men." Chad could only whimper, his head thrown back, his hands clutching at Andrew's broad shoulders. It was true. He did like it. Finally, Andrew had enough of the foreplay. He spun Chad around, pushing his chest against the cold, wet tile. "Bend over," he commanded. "Stick that ass out for me." Chad complied, his hands flat against the wall to brace himself. He felt Andrew's thick cockhead press against his already-sensitive hole. "Gonna breed this pretty little ass," Andrew grunted as he pushed inside. "Gonna fill you up again. You're gonna be leaking all four of us by the time I'm done." The entry was a stretch, a burn that bordered on pain. Chad let out a choked cry, his body arching. Andrew didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt. Then he started to fuck him in earnest, hard, deep strokes that slammed Chad's body against the wall. He was relentless, his verbal assault never-ending. "Take it," he snarled. "Take my fucking cock. That's it, whimper for me. I love hearing you whimper. You love this big dick in your ass, don't you? Answer me." "Yes," Chad gasped, his voice broken. "Yes, I love it." He was lost. The pleasure, the pain, the humiliation, the sheer filth of it all coalesced into a perfect, stormy bliss. He felt his own orgasm building, impossible to contain. With a final, desperate cry, he came, his cock pulsing as it shot ropes of cum against the shower wall. His ass clenched tight around Andrew's shaft. "Fuck, yeah," Andrew roared, feeling Chad's spasms. "Milk that cock, you beautiful boy." He gave a few more brutal thrusts and then buried himself deep, his body tensing as he unloaded, adding his own thick, hot claim to Chad's overflowing ass. They stayed like that for a long moment, the water washing over them, their bodies heaving. Andrew slowly pulled out, turning Chad around and pulling him into a surprisingly gentle kiss. "Good boy," he whispered again, before stepping out of the shower, leaving Chad trembling, alone, and more full of cum and confusion than he had ever been in his life. Stay tuned for part 4

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It was a cold and a rainy night alone last night. I was watching group porn and got horny as fuck. So damit got on sniffies. Posted my hole pic as my profile pic. A few minutes later got a few messages and now more horny as fuck! I answered a few with some small talk and a 61 white guy sent a cock pic saying it needs your hole deep. I jump on that message and saw he was just a few minutes away. I said my hole needs that cock. He said come now. I cleaned out fast and put on sweats no undies on no socks and flip-flops with just a ragged t-shirt. Jumped in my car and drove to the location of his icon. Then sat at an entrance to a small shopping mall. I saw a guy walk over to me and he said hi. I asked Jim? He said yea the said park over here as he pointed to a spot. I parked got out and we walked over to a backdoor to a store under construction. I walked in and saw a store under construction and we walked to the backroom. I saw a mattress on the floor with tools and equipment all over. He grabbed my sweats and shoved his hands down my pants and squeezed my ass as he pulled my sweats down. Told me get down on fours so I can see your ass. I took my sweats off and got on all fours as he rimmed my ass for sometime. I just laid with my ass up high as his tongue digging in my hole. He got up dropped his pants and felt something cold on my hole then felt hus cock sliding in. He drove deep pushing me flat holding my neck tight and pounded my ass for some time. He got very verbal calling me a whore and other things. Pounded harder then harder. I heard a doorbell open and close then heard a voice. He pounded harder as he said to him come join. Then I saw a guy in front of me drop his pants and got on his knees to shove his cock in my mouth. They both were moaning. The cock in my mouth got rock hard as I felt my ass getting hammered hard. Then a load moan as he fell on my back. He pulled out and the cock pulled from my mouth as he jumped to my ass to fuck me. He pounded for a few minutes and he blew a load. He got off as I rolled to my back i got up and felt a river sliding down my legg as I grabbed a rag and wiped up. Got dressed and we left.

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Rory and the Horn of Plenty The Great Stag gestured with his hand, sat down, and returned fully to his trance. A servant approached with two hugely loaded points, the crystals dissolved in the blue drug. The twins each took a point, and held it to the crowd. “The Great Stag honors the sacrifice with a double slam mixed with his sacred fluid. The crowd roared and whistled. People shouted, “Lucky little fucker,” “Save me a fuck, you gorgeous little muscle pussy.” And then Rory lost track of time and space as he felt the twins register the points, and his world exploded under the force of the biggest, most sexually charged, insane slam of his life. When he came to again, he was lashed by big chains to a pillar, and he was quivering and shaking, in the grip of an anal orgasm. Felix held his legs up, pretzled back to his ears, while Karl was fisting him to the elbow. “Deeper, Daddy Karl, deeper.” Karl looked up and grinned, “Welcome back, baby boy,” shoving his arm in to the armpit and pumping. “Your Masters Dimitri and Conrad are awake,” Felix said, kissing him passionately. Rory looked around and locked eyes with Conrad and he shouted, “Feels so fucking good, Daddy.” Conrad smiled and Rory went back to making out with the twins. A few minutes later a wiry Latino appeared with a shimmering silver tray with a huge bottle of the blue drug. The Latino bowed to Karl and Felix and the looked at Rory. “Lord Wolf commands you drink this and saying armpit deep isn’t gold enough. You are to take both twins big shoulder in your pussyhole or he will punish you severely,” he hot Latino said solemnly. Then he paused, “And after you’ve taken some shoulder fucking for about 1/2 hour the Great Stag asks if you are ready for your destruction.” Rory nodded enthusiastically. The Latino handed the tray and bottle to an attended and said, “Allow me to prep you.” He reached up and swiftly pulled both needles out of Rory’s left tit. He then reached over an licked and suckled on them biting and chewing, Rory screamed then moaned loudly. When the Latino’s mouth came up, Rory’s pierced tit was healed. He then walked around to the right said and did the same thing. This time though, he balled up his wiry fist and drove into Rory’s ass, already stuffed full with one of the twins shoulders, he then said quietly “Orgasm.” Rory immediately started moaning, as he experienced a massive full anal orgasm. The Latino, his face dark with sexual energy, started punching Rory repeatedly, stretching him beyond belief as the twins massive shoulder stayed in place,, softly saying orgasm over and over and over again. Rory went wild, experiencing wave after wave of anal orgasms. The Latino kept this up for nearly five minutes, the orgasms causing the twinks shoulder to sink deeper and deeper into the boy. He stopped, removed his fist, and leaned in to kiss Rory. “You were told you would acquire miraculous sexual abilities,” he said quietly, “I just showed you two of mine.” He then said, “I will find you later when I am off duty and show you how just how good my skills as a fisting switch are, beautiful pig,” the Latino said, “Now drink up and let Lord Stag destroy you.” Tapping the stag tattoo in the middle of his chest, “Believe me, it’s fucking worth it.” He patiently fed Rory the blue liquid and then kissed him and walked away. After the two brothers pounded him shoulder deep for about 20 minutes, a group of the Stags courtiers parted the crowd as the Great Stag, preceded by the 24 inches of the Horn Of Plenty approached. On the current Stag, the horn matched his shiny pitch black skin. The enormous folds of skin around it’s literally tree trunk thickness dripped with the constant stream of piss, precum, and cum that flowed from the enormous hole in the cockhead. The piss hole was so big a huge muscle slave, his asshole hanging loose and red between his legs, had his tongue stuck to the root in the hole, pleasureimg the ancient sex god, and still the fluid dripped. When the unreal entourage reached the area where the German muscle pigs were still fisting Rory like crazy, the Stag raised an enormous bullwhip and struck down, missing all of his attendants and his own cock, and landed a slicedown the muscle servants back and into the crack of his ass. The slave screamed in ecstacy, and his huge cock—covered in wax and whip marks, erupted and he fell to the side, his semen lightly tinged with blue from the enormous amount of the drug he’d consumed. The stag said, “I want to fuck this offering.” The twins withdrew from their assault on Rory’s hole and bowed low. “We have done our best to open him, my lord,” Felix said, reverently, “We have taken a liking to the pig, so we beg you not to destroy him with your rod.” The Great Stag laughed, “He will be destroyed, as you know, but he will be remade as a creature of the Gods.” At that moment it was like the assembled orgy just stopped. The Stag spoke gently to Rory. “Boy, as I enter you, you will feel my need to obliterate you. You must not resist. You must instead willingly offer yourself and your hole for destruction.” Rory started shaking, “My lord, I must ask for death! How is that so?” The Stag smiled gently, “The Horn of Plenty is a tool of both the Dark Lord and the God of Revelry. If you resist, only the Dark Lord will consent to your rape. You will take the cock in pain and suffering. And your fate will be to be a lost temple slut, like this unfortunate here.” With a flick of his whip the Stag pointed out the muscle pig, caught mid-spurt from his cock, his face a rictus of pleasure so profound it was agony. “If you welcome the destruction the cock offers, then the Dark Lord must share the pleasure of your boy pussy with Our Lord Bacchus. And they will make you into a creature of dark and light. Your taste in the most extreme forms of sexual torture will increase, but so will your love of light, life, and the pursuits of pleasure. It is a much more desirable way to live.” Rory looked at the Great Stag and grinned, “And I suppose even if I wanted to back out now, you would never allow it?” The Stag laughed, “You Scots are so cheeky. You would never back down from a sexual undertaking like this. You were born a pig. Let me make you an even sluttier one.” Rory smiled “Fuck me, sir, use me, destroy my hole, remake me.” At that moment time restarted. The Stag wordlessly held out his hand and an attendant gave him a point, filled with a .75 slam. Speaking in his booming voice, he shouted, “This offering pleases me as few have, therefore I honor him with a third blood slam before the Horn remakes him. This slam will be of Lord Covras blood, my human blood, my tainted diseased blood. He will carry the sexual power of a 1,000 depraved, piggy men. Any man he chooses to allow to torture him, to fist him, to use him, to fuck him, will experience sexual satisfaction beyond compare.” At that he expertly filled the syringe with his blood. Rory saw it was not blue, like the others, but red, although it had blue sparkles like crystals of Tina themselves. Felix and Hans kept his legs back, and an attendant moved forward and before Rory could register what was happening, quickly and cleanly soaked Rory in the vein running up his cock. Rory screamed in ecstacy as a massive wave of pain and agony and pleasure rocketed through his body. The Stag moved with grace of a predator, handling his own massive cock like an expert, and entered Rory hard. Now Rory was aware, aware of his body’s most secret entrance being torn,he felt flesh rip, and he started to fight. But as he did, the Dark Lord whispered, “Yesssss, pretty ginger pussy, let us rape you, make your solely ours.” Rory grinned, “I welcome your destruction Dark Lord, I will honor you with a lifetime of sexual suffering and pain. But…” He hard the Dark Lord hiss, “No!” Rory went on, ignoring the Dark One plea, “I also welcome you, God Pleasure and Lord of Revelry. Share the infinite sweetness of the destruction of my pussy, make me also your creature!” At that moment, Rory screamed, as every bone and ligament in his pelvis opened wide, to the assembled crowd it looked like his asshole opened like the jaws of a snake opened to swallow a mouse, unnaturally wide, as his pussy grew large enough to swallow the big log of cock. The he Stag shouted in triumph and pleasure as the entire length of his massive horn sank into the pulsing, fiery warmth of a very very tweaked out muscle pussy. Rory continued screaming, as he felt the humongous shaft be slowly absorbed by his boypuss. He felt like his insides were a battle, his colon was stretched so, so wide, and it always felt like it was on the verge of ripping him in two, then he would feel a pleasure 1000 times greater than he did when he was deep fisted. He could feel the destruction of his body, the one he had asked for, as the Dark Lord destroyed and Bacchus remained. It was the best fuck of his life. Since his fist fuck—at the age of 16 he’d seduced the 20-year-old giant oaf of a Pole who worked on a neighbors farm—Rory knew he was a nasty pig. He loved Vladimir’s huge, ugly cock. He loved the way Vlad called him names as he pounded Rory’s already muscular little ass. The way he would uses his big fat fingers to rough fuck Rory’s sloppy hole after dropping at least two big loads, Rory whining nd groaning with pleasure and need across the big hairy muscles of the farmhands wide chest. One afternoon—they always snuck around in the late afternoon, when the farmhands chores were done and nobody would be out at the old, far barn—Vlad was fingerfucking Rory pretty hard, his big digits slick from the four loads he’d dropped plus the lard they used as lube, and he slipped a fourth finger in. Rory whined and pushed back, knowing he wanted more. Vlad laughed and pushed his cock deeper in Rory’s already wide stretched mouth. “You are like a Berlin sex pig. That’s where you belong.” And so it was that little Rory, the minute he turned 18, took all the money he’d been secretly saving from blowing strangers every time he went to town, and bought bus and ferry tickets and slowly worked his way across the channel and to Berlin. In Europe, he learned how to find cursing spots and how convince men to give him money, so he could slowly whore his way to the city of his dreams. At that moment, Rory came back into his body. He knew what Bacchus had been doing, both distracting him and getting at the root of his pleasure. He was screaming in a mixture of pain nd pleasure as the giant cock fucked him. The Stag was not be gentle, pulling out and slamming in. With each slam he could feel his colon stretching wide,a feeling he loved, and just when he would feel like he was being ripped open, Bacchus would step in an feed him with pleasure. He was amazing his torso was in in one piece, because the cock never shrank but somehow fit inside. The Great Stag leaned in, and slapped to bring Rory back from his high for just a moment. “You’re bigger on the inside.” Rory laughed—he couldn’t believe the man had made a Dr Who joke in the middle of such nasty sex—them started shouting with pain/pleasure as the Stag changed angles and assaulted yet another set of organs through the impossibly, supernaturally, stretched walls of Rory’s insides. Rory was so high. He’d been slammed so many times, he’d lost count. Except for those few moments of clarity that Stag and forced on him, including the weird joke, he was possessed by no thoughts other than the consistent, rhythmic stretching of is hole. Rory was a hungry butt pig—always had been—but being stretched by this literal tree trunk of a cock had given him new feelings of fullness, of lust, of pain, and of overwhelming pleasure. He lost all sense of time, just feeling like his body was conquered and sucked out of him, time after time, fuck in—destroy—fucked out—the destroyed bits of him pulled out along with increasing bits of his insides. After about an hour of pounding Rory began to come down. He became aware that the Stag was now punch fucking him, and every time the massive cock entered him, he felt the quick snap as every muscle in his pelvis opened unnaturally wide. And so he began to grunt as the big cock entered him. The Stag smiled at him, his facing seeming far away,and said, “I am going to come.” The Stag began fucking wildly, making Rory scream with every thrust. Suddenly, he felt it, the hot liquid of the charged sperm shooting like a geyser in his guts. It literally felt like the force of a firehose deep in his hole, gushing, burning like a dose of Tina, but without the scratchiness of the crystals. Suddenly, he noticed his entire body glowed blue for a few seconds, and as it did, all of his bruises and marks disappeared. As he was aware of these things on one level, most of his awareness was taken up by the most massive anal orgasm of his life. Rory was a major butt cummer, and cruel men knew that it was relatively easy to trigger his boy pussy and torture him with a long, continuous, merciless string of rolling, so-pleasurable-they-become-painful, debilitating, anal orgasms. The little Latino chems master had an easy target when he’d made this buttboy orgasm with his supernatural gift. This was like that experience times one thousand. Rory started screaming, his entire body convulsing, anal passages locking down hard on the giant supernatural cock. This triggered a second massive ejaculation for The Stag, as the boys velvet, steaming hole massaged its great length. The Stag was shouting with the gusto of a conqueror, knowing he’d owned yet another hole. Rory was in more agony than ecstasy, feeling every muscle and joint of his taught, fat-free pelvis and torso snap open as The Horn of Plenty took him. Now, in a final moment of submission, Rory let go, gave up himself, made his soul the offering The Stag had said the rites demanded. All resistance faded, he could feel dark forces, pure evil lapping at the edges. The blood in his veins, visible through his translucent, pale skin, somehow shone dark, with a malignant light. And as Rory felt his soul and body drift, close to death, the blue dionysisian energies swept in, gathered him up, and he was back in his body. The pain turned to pure ecstasy, as he continued to roll, quiver and shake. This lasted a full five minutes of objective time, a massively long orgasm, a supernatural sexual miracle. But for Rory, it felt like a lifetime.

I was just diagnosed with prostate cancer. The Gleason scores on my 12 biopsies were 1 3-3, 1 4-3 and the rest were 3-4, which put me in the treatment category. I am someone that does research above the normal. I've already talked to a Radiologist and Urologist about both radiation treatments and prostate removal. I used to race bicycles for what is now called the "LiveStrong Foundation" and contacted their prostate cancer Doctor on call as well. They all said that the radiation seeding, the freezing and the heating techniques were already outdated and weren't recommended for treatment much any more. I had heard about this procedure called IRE...the brand name is called "Nanoknife"... where they insert needles into the prostate and send electrical currents through the actual cancer cells destroying the membrane of the cancer cell itself. It is still in the trial stage with only 121 participants so far, so my Blue Cross Blue Shield will not cover the estimated $35,000 cost. Money not being a real obstacle for me, i actually spoke to one of only a handful of Doctors that perform IRE here in the United States...Dr. Brent Sharpe at Georgia Urology...and he was very frank about the procedure. It is only 25-85% effective at this time and may require a 2nd treatment. All three of my doctors recommended both a decipher score from my 4-3 biopsy sample and a PETscan before i make any decisions on which of the three procedures to have done...PETscan is to show if there is any other cancer located in my body and is scheduled for next week. The decipher score will let me know if I'm in the "Upper Abnormal" or the "Lower Abnormal" score. There is a clinical trial still going on, so if I'm in the "Lower Abnormal" half, my radiation treatments will be paid for by the trials. But I will have to take a testosterone-reducing drug to qualify, which I'm hesitant about doing. A couple notes about the three...if you do radiation treatments, none of my Doctors recommended having my prostate removed if the cancer comes back...BUT...the reverse can be done. Both radiation AND prostate removal will cause me to have permanent "dry orgasms"...no more fluids...but the IRE treatment will still allow me to cum fluids. The percentages for both ED and incontinence were very close...around 85-90% success rate, especially with the new nerve-saving robotic surgery technology now used. I love to sound, but sounding is NOT recommended after any of the three procedures, especially prostate removal. That's about it so far. If you have any questions, feel free to message me. I have been researching prostate cancer for about 2 months now and have learned a LOT!

There are 3 NCI-designated cancer centers in NC: Duke, UNC, and Wake Forest. Obviously, I hope you come back with a negative biopsy. I had one as well, but my PSA kept going up and I came up positive a few years later. As an aside, not to scare the crap out of you, but the prostate biopsy was rather unpleasant. Imagine someone sticking a dildo in your ass. I'm a top so that itself was uncomfortable. Now imagine it shoots about 20 needles into you. Some were OK. Occasionally they (literally) hit a nerve. I was so hesitant the second time, the doc promised a "saturation biopsy" where they take twice as many samples...but you're under for it. I only had one treatment. It was a surgery where they implanted ~80 iodine 125 seeds in my prostate, called LDR brachytherapy (the seeds are still there but no longer radioactive.) As I mentioned above, that is no longer the standard of care. I chose that option for a couple reasons, sexual was the primary one but recovery time was another. I left my office at noon on a Tuesday and did colon prep. Same day surgery on Wednesday. I slept a lot Thursday and Friday but was checking my Blackberry (dating myself!) Went to a basketball game on Saturday (I'm so butch!) Back to work on Monday (albeit a desk job.) It felt like I was pissing shards of glass for a while but, given the same treatment choices today, I'd make the same decision. But ask about proton therapy and cyberknife. I've heard good things about both but haven't stayed informed on all the current options. I can still cum. If it's a quickie I won't shoot but I'll have the sensation. If I'm edging I actually shoot a bit. They had me on Flomax for a while and that causes retrograde ejaculation which is a really strange feeling. I was happy to discontinue that. IF you come up positive, you'll have a Gleason score, which ranges from 1-10. 1-5 is non-cancerous. 6 is early stage, if you're a 10 you might want to update your will. DO NOT make any hasty decisions. Get an opinion from a radiation oncologist. Different ROs have different treatment specialties so you may want to see a couple. After all that you may still opt for removal. That's fine, as long as it's an informed decision. You need to advocate for yourself because nobody else will. Good luck and keep us posted!

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The living room of the fraternity house looked like every other college weekend at 3 a.m. in 1995—half-emptied beer bottles on the battered coffee table, a cassette boombox humming out Dokken, and the lingering scent of cheap pizza and even cheaper cologne. Most of the party had bled away into the night. The keg had wheezed its last sigh an hour before, and the stragglers wandered off in pairs or stumbling groups. Now the noise of the house settled around the three guys that remained. Tyler perched on the arm of the couch, shoulders tucked in like he was ready to dodge the next joke at his expense. He was wiry and boyish, still with the faint nervous energy of someone who hadn’t quite grown into his sturdy body. Mason and Brent had no such issues. Both were broad-shouldered athletes—wannabe college football bros with backward caps, tank tops, and enough drunken confidence to drown a small town. They sprawled across the floor like they owned the space, which, for the night at least, they did. “Alright, Ty,” Mason said, flicking a bottle cap at him. “Truth or dare?” They had been playing the game for a while as the party died down. Their fellow attendees may have left, but their night owl energy had not. Tyler hesitated, the way he always did, which only made Brent snort. “Dude, don’t think so hard,” Brent said. “It’s truth or dare, not a final exam.” Tyler flushed, swallowing a smile. “Fine. Dare.” Mason grinned like a wolf. “Yes. Finally. A dare.” Brent sat up, eyes lighting with the mischievous cruelty that frat boys mistake for bonding. They whispered between themselves, laughing too loudly—mostly at the idea that Tyler would actually go along with anything they cooked up. They weren’t mean, not really. Just drunk, stupid, twenty-year-old jocks who didn’t understand the power they had over someone gentler. Tyler braced himself. Before Mason could deliver the dare, the boombox suddenly cut to a loud burst of static, as the poorly put-together mixtape wasn’t recorded over properly, loud enough to make the boys jump. Brent slapped the side of it, but the brief noise seemed to ripple out the window it was perched next to. A moment later, there was a knock at the front door. A soft, polite knock—like someone apologizing just for showing up. The three froze. “Who the hell…?” Brent muttered. Mason staggered up and opened the door. Standing on the porch was Walter, their next-door neighbor. He lived in the old duplex beside the frat house, a place far too quiet for the chaos produced every weekend. Walter’s age showed in the deep lines across his gaunt face and the hollow curve of his cheeks. His balding hair was an uneven blend of salt-and-pepper, and his eyes had that tired kindness of someone who’d weathered more than most talked about. He wore a faded cardigan over a threadbare shirt, and he held his hands clasped awkwardly in front of him. “Evenin’, boys,” he said softly. “Sorry to bother you so late. I know weekends get lively, but, uh… the noise carries. I can’t sleep much these days as it is.” There was no accusation in his tone. Just apology—like he was the one disturbing something. Mason looked at Brent. Brent looked at Tyler. Drunk logic kicked in. “Aww, Walter!” Mason said, slinging an arm around the older man far too familiarly. “C’mon in, man. We’re just hanging out.” Walter froze, eyes wide behind his smudged glasses. “Oh—I didn’t mean to intrude. I only wanted to ask—” “Dude, chill,” Brent said, grabbing a fourth beer from the table and pressing it into Walter’s hands. “You can hang. We’re playing truth or dare.” Tyler gave Walter a small, apologetic smile—someone finally matching the older man’s quiet energy. “You don’t have to play,” he said gently. “But you can sit with us if you want.” Walter hesitated… then nodded, humbled, grateful in a way that tightened something in his throat. “That’s very kind of you boys.” He took a seat on the old recliner in the corner, careful with his posture, like he didn’t want to take up space. He sipped his beer slowly, both hands around the bottle, watching the three younger men with a soft, almost wistful expression—as though being included in something rowdy and stupid made him feel young for the first time in years. Tyler sat back down on the couch arm. Mason cracked his knuckles dramatically. “Alright, Ty,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Now where were we?” Brent grinned. “The dare.” Walter watched them—quiet, reserved, a tired smile on his face—happy just to witness their youth from the edges. The game resumed with the loose, chaotic momentum that only the truly drunk could maintain. Empty bottles rolled across the carpet as the three boys pushed each other into louder laughter, wilder dares, and more reckless honesty. Tyler finally completed Mason’s dare—running a victory lap around the living room wearing a random jockstrap over his face someone had left on the floor while finishing off a leftoverbeer that didn’t taste completely like beer. Brent almost fell off the couch laughing, and even Walter chuckled quietly in his corner. The older man blended into the room in an odd way—still reserved, still tucked into the recliner as if it belonged to someone else, but watching with a gentle fondness. Like the chaos reminded him of a different decade. Another round of truth or dare came and went. More dares. More teasing aimed at Tyler that never crossed the line into cruelty, just the kind of dumb pressure young men used instead of affection. At some point—maybe because of the alcohol, maybe because the hour made everything feel strangely intimate—Brent looked over at Walter with a sudden spark. “Hey,” he said, pointing with the neck of his bottle. “Walter should go a round.” Mason’s face lit up. “Dude, yes. Old-school edition.” Tyler blinked. “Are you guys sure? Let him chill.” But Walter held up a hand, smiling faintly. “I don’t mind. I haven’t played a silly game like this in… well, longer than you’ve all been alive.” Brent clapped. “Alright then. Walter, truth or dare?” Walter adjusted his glasses, eyes twinkling with a kind of shy amusement. “I think I’ll take truth. I’m too old for dares.” “Truth works,” Mason said, leaning forward with the eager curiosity of someone who had no filter. There was a beat of silence—long enough for Tyler to feel his stomach tighten. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his friends. It was just… drunk frat boys asking an older neighbor personal questions felt like it could go sideways fast. But Mason surprised him. He asked with no malice. No edge. Just blunt, earnest, twenty-year-old curiosity. “So, uh… Walter? People say you’re gay. Is that actually true?” He shrugged. “Not trying to be weird. Just—truth is truth, right?” Brent nodded. “Yeah, dude, like—no judgment. Just heard stuff.” Tyler gave Walter a reassuring look, worried he’d feel cornered. But Walter didn’t flinch. He answered as casually as if it were a dinner conversation. “Yes,” he said softly. “I am.” The boys didn’t react with shock or discomfort—only interest. Mason nodded like he’d just had a trivia question confirmed. Brent took another drink. Tyler smiled, relieved. “Thanks for being honest, man.” Walter chuckled. “Well… you did ask.” The room settled—not tense, not awkward, but strangely warm. The kind of acceptance that came effortlessly to kids who weren’t as jaded by the world as they thought they were. Mason slapped his knee. “Hell yeah. Alright. Walter’s in the game now.” The game rolled on. By now, the three boys were completely at ease with Walter, occasionally shouting encouragement or teasing him gently as he nursed his beer. The music had drifted to some mellow rock that didn’t spark much interest, and the air smelled faintly of booze and leftover pizza. Eventually the round circled back to Walter. “Alright, Walter,” Mason said, grinning like he’d just hit a jackpot. “Truth or dare?” “Truth, please,” Walter said with a small smile. He had settled into this late-night chaos more than anyone could have expected—quietly enjoying the strange rowdiness. Mason leaned forward, mischievous but harmless, and asked, “Okay… serious question. Gays hook up all the time, right? When was the last time you… you know… got laid?” Walter tilted his head slightly, as if measuring how much to reveal, then gave a faint shrug. “It’s been… a long while. I haven’t been physical with another man in several years,” he said quietly. “AIDS has… made things difficult for me.” For a brief moment, the air in the room grew awkward. Tyler’s hand paused mid-reach for a beer, and even Brent’s laughter caught in his throat. Mason’s grin faltered a bit at the unexpected candidness, but he gave a nod of understanding. “Ah… gotcha,” Mason said, giving a small shrug and leaning back. “Yeah… I can see that.” Walter sipped his beer, looking down at the bottle for a second before meeting their eyes again. “But it’s okay,” he added, his tone casual. “Life goes on.” Tyler smiled, a little warm relief in his chest. “Yeah… life goes on,” he echoed. And then, to break the melancholy mood wafting around, Mason shook his head and laughed. “Alright, enough serious stuff! Let’s get back to the game.” The rounds went on. The dares getting more lewd, and the truths revealing vulgar secrets. It got revealed that Mason got blown by his cousin once, Brent has a kink for pregnant women, Walter can cum from having his toes licked, and Tyler used to have a crush on his high school math teacher, who was seen as a mean cat lady. The guys had a big laugh at that. The dares made the guys either grope each other, eat something gross lying around the house floor left over by the partygoers, or prank call a sex hotline. Then it was Mason's turn again. “Tyler, truth or dare?” “Dare, I guess,” Tyler said, becoming more bold as the night went on. He was getting accustomed to being frequently targeted by his friends. “Strip and play the rest of the game naked!” Mason grinned, barely containing his laughter. Tyler rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. He knew one of them would do something like this to embarrass him, especially with Walter in the room, someone he wasn’t too familiar with. But it was admittedly better than backwash beer. “Dammit, Mason…” Tyler conceded and reluctantly began to strip off his clothes, revealing a swimmer’s build of smooth creamy skin. His flaccid dick dangling back and forth as his briefs came off. Mason and Brent laughed now that Tyler was exposed and blushing. “Damn, Ty, didn’t know you had such a juicy ass.” Brent teased. Walter tried not to stare. He thought the young man had a gorgeous body and hadn’t expected to be getting a skin show under the circumstances. He was starting to feel a little self-conscious with the stark contrast of his own beaten-down physique. “Uncut and average size. Just like I thought. Nothing to write home about.” Mason commented as if feeling confident with himself. Tyler sat back down naked and indignant. But his turn came around again, and he shot at Mason. He picked dare, wondering how Tyler was going to get back at him. “I dare you to strip naked for the rest of the game.” Tyler challenged, but his comeback was quickly shot down. “EEERR!” Mason made a mock buzzer sound. “Can’t throw someone else’s dare back at them! That’s a penalty!” He chuckled. “What’s the penalty?” Tyler didn’t recall any specific rules; it seemed as if they were just going with the flow until now. “Uh…” Mason, in his drunken stupor, tried to think of something funny and harsh for a penalty. “I don’t fuckn know… give Walter a lap dance or whatever.” Walter’s eyes widened as the other boys looked between Tyler and him. Brent held back laughter as he encouraged them. “Go on, Ty, I’m sure old Walter here won’t mind.” Brent mumbled, holding back laughter, and gestured for him to get on with it. “Fine, real quick.” Tyler stumbled over to Walter and was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “Are you cool with this? They can be dicks sometimes.” Tyler whispered almost apologetically. “I’m fine with it. I haven’t had a lap dance before.” Walter agreed, trying to keep himself composed in front of the beautiful naked boy getting close to him. Tyler had a disapproving expression as he clumsily shook his hips in front of Walter. He was no professional at all, and he came off as ridiculous rather than graceful. Mason and Brent cheered at the display, reveling in the scene. Walter, on the other hand, was starting to get heated. Despite Tyler’s half-assed attempt at a lap dance. The sight of him in the buff and inches away was more than enough to awaken his manhood. His pants started straining against his groaning boner. “My…” Walter stammered a bit. “You boys are a wild bunch.” When Tyler concluded his amateur dance, he stumbled on the ground next to Walter. Mason and Brent clapped to congratulate his follow-through. But the tent in Walter’s pants didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like you enjoyed yourself there, Walter.” Brent pointed at the tent in his pants. Walter blushed and tried to readjust it but it only became more noticeable. “Well, can you blame me? I haven’t had excitement like this in years.” “Well, it looks like you have something else stuffed in there. That can’t all be just your dick.” Brent skeptically accused. “No… It’s all natural. It’s more length than girth anyway.” Walter tried being modest, but he could easily hide the evidence. “Well, it’s my turn, and Walter, truth or dare?” Brent responded. Walter suspected Brent might ask more personal questions, so he picked “Dare…” to hopefully do something funny and take his mind off his erection. “I dare you to whip out your dick and show Tyler how effective his booty shaking was.” Brent challenged. Walter was hesitant at first, but the alcohol gave him the courage to proceed with the dare. He leaned back and undid his belt. The three boys were staring out of morbid curiosity more than anything. Then with a smooth slide, his pants, underwear, and socks came off and were flung to the side. Leaving him naked from the waist down. There he held up his tall rod of meat. It was at least 8 inches at this point, and it wasn’t even fully erect. Walter grimaced as he presented something he was sure a group of straight boys wouldn’t be interested in. Some gasps were heard as the mature dick was put on display. “Damn, Walter! You’re packing!” Mason exclaimed, impressed. “It’s probably better you’re gay; you’d ruin any chick’s pussy with that, ha ha. Thanks for making me feel inadequate.” Brent laughed and took another swig of beer. Tyler didn’t comment. He was sure he was going to get a barrage of heat from the guys for getting an old gay guy that hard. “Your turn, Fabio.” Brent, with a newfound respect, passed the torch to Walter. “Uh, I can’t think of anything at the moment… pass.” Walter being too flustered to come up with anything while his hard-on was at full display.” “Okay then…” Tyler tried to take his turn, but Mason cut him off. “Nope, you skip a turn; you still have a penalty. My turn.” Mason thought for a moment, then a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Tyler, I dare you to sit on Walter’s lap.” “Oooh wack!” Brent laughed. “Come on guys really?” Tyler tried protesting, but they weren’t letting up. “Do it, pussy!” They both chimed, not sure if he would. “Walter, you don’t mind, right? You cool with Tyler using your lap for a seat?” Mason raised his eyebrows with a cheeky grin, his question clearly rhetorical. “If that’s the dare, then I guess that’s fine with me.” Walter said. Trying to hide his mixture of apprehension and excitement. He was surprised to see how brazen Brent and Mason were. But he figured the booze was causing them to act stupid. Tyler moved over to Walter with a look of embarrassment; he was getting a little annoyed with his friends singling him out. He hovered his bare ass over the older man’s lap with the increasing wood, then lowered. He nestled down, and Walter’s cock positioned under his ass poked out from between his legs. “Damn, look, the old man is definitely full mast now. Look how much there is peeking past Tyler’s nuts.” Brent amused. Both Brent and Mason scooted closer to get a better look at their friend sitting on an older gay man’s lap. “How you doing, Walt? You good?” Mason asked. “Yeah, I have no complaints.” Walter barely could contain his arousal. The game was escalating, and he had no idea what the boys would do next. “Okay I did it dude. Am I done?” Tyler asked as his face went red. He thought he looked ridiculous at that moment. “Just a moment, Ty. Raise your ass up. Looks like you’re crushing his dick. Let’s see what it looks like at full mast.” Brent was lifting Tyler’s shoulder. Tyler raised up a bit, and Walter’s cock sprung up; it looked to be about 10 inches at this point. A long, veiny cock accompanied by two large balls with grey pubes. The head of his dick stopped at Tyler’s butt crack. “Ah look, the big fella found a home it wants to step into.” Brent mocked. “Shut up. That’s not funny.” Tyler felt his legs cramp a bit. “Well, I have my turn, and then your penalty is up. During the game, I dare you to sit on it.” Brent challenged. Immediately everyone had different reactions. Tyler was befuddled, Mason burst out laughing, and Walter’s eyes were wide with concern. “Go on, get it in,” Brent ordered. “I’m not doing that, man. That’s fucked up.” Tyler cringed. “Alright, if you want to pussy out…” “I’m not a pussy. It’s just, it’s a dick, dude.” Tyler complained in defiance. “Yup, you’re the first to pussy out. We’ll all know it from now on.” Brent antagonized. Tyler got pissed. A mixture of dumb pride and intoxication lead him to override any sense. “Fine, I’ll sit on the dick! But after this I’m getting you back.” Tyler positioned his ass and grabbed Walter’s cock, aiming it at his hole. The tip felt hot as it was already leaking. “Wait, not that I wouldn’t like it. But I do have AIDS, remember?” Walter interjected. The three guys winced a little and for a moment stalled. But that moment faded as their jock party energy made them persist with the stupid stunt. “Ah, it’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s gonna bounce on it.” Mason dismissed. “Yeah, you guys ain’t gonna be fuckn, so just don’t cum. I think it’ll be all good then.” Brent rationalized. “Uh… fuck it, just for a little. In and out. Then no more of this dumb shit.” Tyler tried to strengthen his resolve out of foolishness rather than bravery. He worked his ass down and tried to get the tip in. It wasn’t working well. The pre-cum smeared a bit, but it wasn’t enough. Walter spat in his hand and slicked Tyler’s hole and his cock. It started to give, and Tyler felt his ass open up. The tip was the hardest part. His sphincter stretched, and with time and persistence, he eventually made it penetrate past his ring. It hurt like hell, but after some more spit from Walter, his ass started to ease up. Mason and Brent watched in horror as their friend took an older guy's monster cock in him slowly. But it was taking too long. Brent was getting impatient, his party energy wanting to keep the momentum up. “Come on, get on with it!” And Brent shoved Tyler’s leg, causing him to slip. Tyler ended up lowering himself down on Walter’s cock fast, and several inches disappeared inside him. He felt it bottom out, and his body nearly went into shock. It was so much so fast that he could barely move. “Oh fuck!” He yelled as he tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Walter let out a moan as the young jock engulfed his cock. A feeling he hadn’t known in a long time, and especially not with someone as beautiful as Tyler. The warmth and tightness of his virgin ass kept him hard and throbbing. He could feel the end of Tyler’s rectum pressing against his head. They sat there for a moment, and eventually Tyler could catch his breath and calm down. Mason and Brent looked equal parts impressed and disgusted. “Far out, Ty. Taking it like a champ. Does this make you gay now?” Mason laughed. “Oh, fuck off, dude. You dared me, and I did it. Now I just need to slowly…” “Nope. You can’t get off!” Brent interrupted. “The dare was during the game. So for the rest of the game you have to play sitting on that.” “What?! You can’t expect me to…” “That is what he said. And rules are rules. Just sit and endure it. I’m sure we’re not gonna make you do anything too bad at this point. Like, I don’t think I can come up with much worse.” Mason assured him. “How are you doing there, Walt? You okay with college boy ass on your dick for a while?” “He can take his time with it. I’m fine like this.” Walter’s voice was wavering, but he tried to keep up a casual attitude even though his groin was in heaven at the moment. “Fuck, okay, fine, now it’s my turn!” Tyler asserted while gritting his teeth. He tried to focus past his drunken state and the large piece of meat rearranging his guts. “Brent, truth or dare?” Tyler finally asked. “Truth.” Brent chose with confidence. “Tell Mason what really happened to his car last summer.” Tyler smugly ordered. “What the hell is he talking about?” Mason asked, now getting serious. Brent and Mason started getting into a semi-heated conversation about past events involving his car. The two of them got into it while Tyler felt a little bit of just desserts. As they argued, the cock up Tyler's ass wasn’t showing any signs of softening. “How do gay guys do this?” Tyler muttered to Walter. “Well, they usually practice with something smaller, and it’s better if it’s actually thrusting. But that wouldn’t be wise.” Walter explained. “No, definitely no thrusting. I don’t want this to officially be fucking. I couldn’t live that down. And it feels like my guts are gunna pop.” Just then Tyler felt something inside him give. Like a part of his insides opened up, and Walter’s cock slid in a few more inches. Tyler’s ass met Walter’s balls. “Fuck, what was that?” Tyler grunted. “Oh… Don’t worry, that’s just my cock… penetrating your inner ring. I’m in your colon now.” Walter had a shakiness to his voice as if concerned or excited. Mason and Brent’s argument led them to yell at each other, and they ended up going in the next room. Tyler and Walter were left alone. “Fuck, while they’re arguing it out, I’m left sitting here. Sorry about all this, Walter; I guess this isn’t what you expected tonight.” Tyler attempted to be casual while enduring the penetration. “It’s definitely not the worst night I’ve had… Ugh… you know you don’t have to keep sitting on my cock… Ugh… you can get off if you want.” Walter’s voice was straining. Tyler’s ass felt too good even if he wasn’t moving around. “I want to get off. It still hurts, but I can’t, or else they’ll never stop ragging on me.” Tyler sounded a little pitiful. “Tell yah what. Let’s change positions so it hurts less, and…oh…I can regain composure.” Walter helped Tyler up without dislodging. It took some time and clumsy effort, but they managed to reposition so Tyler was now on his knees and the two were positioned doggy style. The new position did give some relief, and during the struggle to move around, Walter’s cock did soften a bit. But not by much. It was still deep in there. “God, this is embarrassing.” Tyler moaned. “How long do you think they’ll be arguing for?” Walter asked while admiring the sight of Tyler’s ass and toned back. “It’s a long story with the car. And they can be dramatic, so it might be a while.” “How are you feeling, young man? Does it still hurt?” “Yeah, it does. But I guess it’s more my pride at this point than anything. It actually feels weird. Kinda hard to describe.” “Usually men in my circles think it feels good.” “I don’t see how they can.” “Well, it’s only in you at the moment. It’s not stimulating your prostate.” “My what?” “Like this.” Walter pulled out slightly and thrust forward once in an angled motion. Tyler then felt an electric sensation in his ass that was very noticeable through the discomfort. “Wow, what was that?” “That’s what makes bottom sex feel good.” “But it was just one little jolt…” “Do you want me to thrust more?” “No. No, thank you. I don’t want to be fucked.” “How about this? I won’t move, but you can move your hips around if you want.” “Um…” Tyler thought for a moment. He didn’t want his friends to come back and find him wiggling his ass on Walter’s cock, but he was curious to feel that sensation again. So he thought just a few bounces would be alright. “Okay…” Tyler started to move his hips back against Walter. “Yeah, just go at your own pace, young man. Ahhh…” Walter let out a sigh as he tilted his head back and appreciated Tyler’s amateur efforts. Tyler starts feeling a strange but good sensation stimulating his insides. He bounced his ass on Walter’s large cock for about a minute or two. The anal play felt better than he thought it would. Despite it being an old guy's dick, Tyler was enjoying the feeling. Biology would trump preference, as his smooth, tight hole slicked up and down the rugged shaft. Then he stopped moving and let his head drop to the ground, catching his breath. Just that short amount of time was making him dizzy. “See? That wasn’t so bad. Y-your ass…did fine…” Walter’s words were trembling. “Sure… I guess, just don’t tell the others.” “My lips are sealed… Say, how about I take my turn?” “What?” “Truth or dare, Tyler?” “Oh! Good, dare; you can dare me to get off your cock.” “Actually…” Walter lifts up his right leg and brings his foot next to Tyler’s face. “… I dare you to lick my foot.” “What? Why?” “I thought it would be funny? Only for a little while.” “Um okay, kinda gross, but I guess that’s easy enough.” Tyler moved his face towards Walter’s foot, and Walter met him halfway. It smelled a little, but Tyler has done worse tonight, so he opened his mouth and began licking the sole and up to the toe gap. It had a salty, sweaty, almost cheesy taste. It wasn’t something he liked, but it was bearable. This was supposed to be for a laugh, but Walter wasn’t laughing. “Oooh…that’s it, keep going…” Walter moaned while supporting himself by holding onto Tyler's ass. As Tyler licked the old man’s dirty foot, he felt a swelling in his ass. Walter’s cock was getting harder. It quickly grew to the point it was pressing against his inner ring again. Walter felt it too, and almost on reflex, Walter jabbed forward and penetrated into Tyler’s colon again. “Ouch, what the—” Tyler’s minor pain cry was cut off by Walter sticking his toes in his mouth. “Just…suck my toes for a bit. Real quick.” As Tyler wrapped his lips around the toes, Walter felt the hot, wet moisture of the young man’s mouth. Walter’s body was starting to tremble. Didn’t he recall something about Walter’s feet in an earlier part of the game? Walter motioned his foot in Tyler’s mouth to signal him to start sucking, and as soon as Tyler started to suck, Walter started to grunt. “Oh, oh fuck!” Walter exclaimed as he started to give short, sharp thrusts, leaning his body forward. That’s right. Tyler remembered Walter cums from having his toes sucked. Wait, Walter had AIDS! “Ah!…AAH!” Tyler felt the pulsing as Walter’s cock shot spurt after spurt of poz cum deep into his intestines. He kept cuming while having his toes shoved his the boys mouth. His eyes wide as he realized what this dirty old man was injecting into his guts. Walter’s pent-up orgasm eventually subsided. He pulled his foot away and sighed in relief. “Ahhhh…. That was good….” “Dude, what the hell was that?” Tyler trembled, having difficulty processing just how dire his situation was. But before he could get any answers, there was a sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Brent and Mason were on their way back. Walter grabbed Tyler around his torso and pulled him up as he sat back down. They hastily resumed their previous position with Tyler’s ass slamming down on Walter’s cock. A jolt of pain shot through Tyler’s body as the position change made the cock thrust sharply inside him. There was a new warm pressure inside him. Walter’s orgasm ended up depositing a lot, to the point Tyler could feel it slosh inside. “We’ll talk about that later.” Mason grumbled. The two of them came back in the room after a heated argument that cooled down, cool enough for them to put their frustrations aside and rejoin their friend. Both their moods were brought down a bit, and their taste for crazy shenanigans soured. “So, uh, we’re gonna call it a night. You can stop that now, Ty. Sorry for making you do that…” Brent apologized. He and Mason were being civil but not looking directly at each other. Tyler didn’t want to get off. Well, he did, but he was worried that if he did, then the sheer quantity of semen discharged inside him would spill out in front of his friends. He would never live down that embarrassment or the implication of what that meant. He had to think of an excuse. “Uh, y-yeah, I will, but my legs are hella cramping; I gotta wait a minute before getting up. You guys can go on without me. I’ll be alright.” Tyler’s words stammered slightly. The bloated sensation inside him caused by the older man he was on top of was ever visceral. Brent and Mason would normally ask more questions, but they were just too annoyed with each other to care at the moment as they made their way to the door. “Alright man, later.” Brent dismissed with a clear exhaustion before leaving. “Nice chillin with you, Walt, I guess.” Mason added halfheartedly, and he was gone too. Tyler and Walter were alone again. This time for good. He wanted off of Walter. He wanted his dick out of him. But attempting to stand up caused his legs to cramp up for real. His ass only raised an inch before he came back down, and the soreness of his guts was really apparent. “Wow there, young man, just relax.” Walter held onto Tyler’s hips. “Don’t get up so fast; you’ll hurt yourself.” “Walter, I need to get off, but my ass and legs are killing me.” Walter grabbed Tyler’s shoulders and slowly helped him move. “Let’s get you on your back. You need to get off your feet.” Walter reassured. “Ouch, fuck, your dick still hurts when I move.” Tyler grunted during the attempt. “Then let’s not pull out yet.” Walter proceeded to slowly turn Tyler around on his lap and guide him down on the floor. The older man lifted the boy's legs and placed them over his shoulder and gently massaged his calves. “There we go. Once your ass stops hurting, I can take it out.” Walter said while rubbing the smooth white legs on his shoulders. “It would be easier if your dick wasn’t so hard…” Tyler whined. “Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I’m still more virile than I thought. And you are really tight, like a vise grip. Do your friends usually make you do things like this?” “Not like… this… But they can take their pranks too far sometimes. Shit, this hurts.” “You just need to relax. It will stop hurting, and I can pull out if you relax. Your whole body has been tense.” “Kinda hard to do that at the moment.” Walter thought for a moment. His eyes wandered to Tyler’s feet resting on either side of his head, and then he had an idea. “I know how to help you relax.” Walter grabbed a smooth, soft foot and started licking it. “Woah, dude, what are you doing?” Tyler protested. The wet sensation on his soles felt strange yet warm. “Don't worry, usually when I do this to men, they really like it, or at least it relaxes them.” Walter continued to lick Tyler's feet. “Uh…okay.” Tyler was skeptical, but he was willing to try anything to ease up his body so this ordeal can be done with. As the rough older man ran his tongue up and down Tyler’s feet, the warm wet sensation was completely new and foreign to him. It has a tingling sensation, not quite like a tickle, but it was sending light signals up his legs and to his dick. It strangely started to feel good. “Wow, Walter, that’s some strange technique.” “Mmm, you taste wonderful.” Walter moaned. “I guess that’s a good thing?” “It is.” Walter continued the foot service. After a moment Tyler was starting to enjoy the treatment; he could even feel his body relaxing. The cock inside him, while still lengthy and hard, wasn’t hurting as much. “Hey Walter, I think that did the trick. Maybe you should pull out?” “Wait, can I have just a moment longer? Just a minute?” Walter started to suck on Tyler’s toes, his moaning getting louder. “I…” Tyler wanted to refuse, but the sensation of the mouth on his toes was causing his dick to twitch. He was getting hard. As Walter indulged, his dick started to twitch inside him. It was growing with that same familiar hardness as before. He knew what was about to happen and tried to speak up, but Walter’s mouth work was mesmerizing. “Walter, your dick…” Walter let out a grunt as he sucked on Tyler’s toes. His hips jabbed forward a few times as his cock spasmed again and shot another load inside. “Oh fuck!” Tyler moaned as he felt the cock deposit another load of tainted seed. Walter let go of Tyler’s feet and let out a satisfied sigh. His dick finally began to soften up, and he slowly pulled out. Tyler’s hole had a small gape to it, but nothing spilled out. Walter seemed satisfied, but there was a bit of remorse for nutting in the boy twice. He got up and sat on the couch right above Tyler, who was still lying down in disbelief. He looked down at the boy’s hard-on and realized he hadn’t gotten off yet. Without a word he raised a foot and placed it on Tyler’s shaft, rubbing it up and down. “Walter, what are you doin?” Tyler looked on in awe. Walter didn’t respond; he just continued his footwork on Tyler’s dick. Tyler would normally move away, but his pent-up energy and the skillful strokes from Walter froze him in place. He had never received a foot job before, nor did he ever consider experimenting with this fetish, but now he was receiving one from this middle-aged guy, and his dick was responding with enthusiasm. “Oh god…” Tyler moaned as he was mesmerized by Walter’s foot on his cock that was now oozing pre. Walter raised his other foot and was now gripping Tyler’s cock between both soles, stroking him up and down. Tyler’s orgasm was building, and his hips were meeting Walter’s movement. like a wave washing over him Tyler’s orgasm shot out furiously. The cum gushing between Walter’s toes. Tyler gasped and was trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t believe that he came because of some old guy’s feet. He was a mix of emotions. He was trembling a little but mostly tried his best not to think about the foot job or the hazard of what was left behind inside his body. The two of them slowly got dressed in awkward silence. Walter put on his socks and shoes without cleaning his feet. Tyler walked him out. Before departing, Walter turned. “Hey, how about you and I get together soon? There’s an AIDS support group I’m with. Well, not exactly an official support group, but a group of old queens that like to get together. It’s an older group, but I’m sure they’d love to see a number like you.” Walter offered while patting him on the shoulder. “I don’t think that’s really my thing.” Tyler tried his best to be polite, his tone meek and dismissive. “Well, I could come by again and check up on you.” “No! No, I’ll come to your group. Just, I don’t need this getting around.” Tyler pleaded. “Great. I’ll write down the details of when the next meeting is. It’s at the old hospice facility across town. There are a few in our group that have gone downhill, so we like to cheer them up. I’m sure they’ll get a hoot out of hearing exactly what made you cum. Well then, I guess I’ll see you around.” Tyler stood in the doorway as Walter returned home. After all the booze, it was hard to believe that the events of the night actually transpired. The only evidence that it actually happened was the lingering soreness between his ass cheeks and the gurgling sounds of his intestines absorbing the harmful sludge left over by a very lucky old man.

Had gono twice in the past 6 months. My ass is begging for more loads thought.🐽

I feed my fag/cocksucker on Mondays and Tuesdays. He puts a post up on a few sites including doublelist to get other men there to feed him. Yesterday it was just me. Today he was sucking my cock when a painter showed up. He plopped down next to me on the fag's sofa and pulled out his 7" cut cock. Mine is just 6.5" cut. My fag switched immediately to the new guy - we've agreed he would this so I can watch him suck cock. The painter gagged him several times before pumping a load directly down his throat. He pulled out and left. 20 minutes later I fed my fag his second load this week. Damn yes so fucking hot. Anyway, just thought I'd share the story.

Was definitely made, had an x wife that loved to peg and fist me. Then one day had a real dick and that's all she wrote.

I have found that I really enjoy the anonymous scene. I recently bought my own house in Vegas and the bottom floor guest room is perfectly set up for people to come through the front door, fuck me, and leave. One day in particular I was very horny and decided I was going to get multiple loads. I first put up an ad on bbrt and Craigslist. Then browsed around on gridnr. I would message people that I was taking anonymous loads as a pump and dump. I found that the profiles with no pictures the guys were more willing to actually want to fuck anonymous. I got a couple of hits on all the different sites and began my cum dump day. The set myself up in the room. Blindfolded ass up with the front door unlocked. I had sent my address out and started waiting. Shortly I heard the front door open and the first guy came into the room. I heard the familiar sound of clothes sliding off and then felt hands grip my ass. I moaned in response and then felt his tongue on my hole. I immediately started whimpering begging for him to fuck me. I had left some lube and poppers to the side but the guy decided he had other plans. He rimmed, licked, and sucked on my hole getting it nice and wet. I then heard him spit and felt his fingers push into. I moaned some more and spread my ass for him. Slowly he worked my hole open all the while spitting into it. Finally I felt that wonderful feeling if his dick on my hole and he pushed in. Using only his spit as lube. It hurt at first and pulled away, but he grabbed my hips holding me in place and rammed into me grunting. I whimpered and bit my pillow bearing the pain. He had no mercy and just fucked me harder and harder. He must have been horny because he blew really quickly. Never saying a word to me other than grunts and groans he gave me his wonderful load. Pulling out he slapped my ass and then left. I fingers my hole feeling his load in me waiting for the next person and I didn't have to wait long. Soon I heard the door open and heard a hello. The next guy I could tell was nervous and he was very slow to walk in the room. He took a while to undress and I told him not to worry. He did say it was hot that It looked like my hole had been used and I told him I had a load in me already. I think he finally caved and I felt his dick press on my hole immediately. No real foreplay he just pushed in as well. Luckily my hole was pretty open and nice and lubed from the other guys cum. He moaned and said how warm my hole was and slick it was as he started to pump into me. His dick felt pretty average and I decided to start squeezing his dick with my hole. This drove him wild and he starting moaning and I felt his dick spasm in me. He too quickly left after cumming. Nest I had a couple come in. They both were talking to each other in Spanish and slapping my ass. The first guy flipped me over onto my back and pulled my legs up. He pushed into me while his partner got on the bed and shoved his dick in my mouth. I was sucking away while getting pounded. The one in my hole said some more stuff in Spanish and pulled out. The one getting sucked then went to my hole and they swapped positions. He put his dick in my mouth and I could taste the other loads on his dick as his partner started fucking me. They kept swapping back and forth between my ass and mouth finally after a good 3 or 4 swaps one of them blew in my hole. His partner quickly switched and then he too blew in my hole. I then had two more guys after the couple come into my house and fuck me. All 6 guys gave me their loads and it was amazing. I love being a cum dump.

Hot video make my asian ass horny

fuck, poor kid. only got 6 poz loads.

You said a lot! Thank you!

As a 40+ total bottom , I can t help but notice how the top/bottom dynamic shiffted in these last 15 years. Not complaining as I like this kind of rougher and more agressive sex but still I can t help but wonder why this happenned. Is it porn ? Is it society ? The tops get always rougher (facefucking, piss, slap, spit,...) on us and expect more and more submissiveness from us. It s so obvious in porn where the sluts need to constantly outperform themselves to keep under the spotlight and be appealing to the tops who want to make more money out of their degradation. The tops even seem to have such a better place and enjoy it more... You barely ever get to see a bottom cumming now... Ain t this an evidence that it s not about us anymore ? At my level, I see it too. Agressive encounters happen very often without being "consensual". As a sub bottom, I just carry on with any behaviour because I feel it s my duty and it s like I ve been reprogrammed no to care about my pleasure, that it isn t relevant anymore. Where does that mindset come from ? Am I the only one to notice and feel it ? Last night I got fucked by a 22 years old guy who litterally used me like a fucking meat bag. When we chatted he was just looking for a blow job. He ended up fucking me in any way he wanted, being mean and agressive, both physically and verbally. I enjoyed it but at some points, whe he was really going too hard on me and I asked for him to go easier or stop, he would only pull my hair and Ask me : "are you a slut or not ?" or "Don t you want me to come again and fuck you? Take it then !" Am I the only mature bottom to notice this shift in top/bottoms interactions?

If the age of consent were more realistic, taking into account what age they actually do start having sex, the minimum age would be much lower.

@URS2USE man thanks for being willing to participate in emerging treatments. And part of the payoff is whether we can get treated and still cum. You already know that outcomes are variable; and it seems some of the ability to predict is still being studied; so those estimates are based upon limited information. My prostate cancer remains in the "monitor" and see how it goes. I hope you share more of how this evolves for you; and if you proceed with IRE how that unfolds for you. Hugs brother, I wish you well.

my dad started fucking me when I was 10, so yeah

face down ass up

Chapter 9: Be Careful What You Wish For Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Maintenance Area. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:40 MST. 30-Oct-20XX Stag opened the door, and strode into the room, not caring if something unpleasant lurked on the other side of it. He shut the door behind him, and took in the view - the lights were in low-power mode, giving everything a soft blue-grey hue. Half-expected to see a ruined place with blood spatters or blackened walls or his taken comrades in cocoons, or something straight out of a sci-fi film. But the room was quite ordinary, just filled with massive HVAC systems, humming away as they filtered the air, medical equipment, scientific equipment, and resembled a storage room for items that were no longer needed. A hoarder could have put this space together. Then he remembered the mission briefing: this place was originally a bomb shelter, and converted after the Cold War, but the original structure still stood and was built over. In that light, the overall layout of the massive basement did indeed resemble a massive bunker for such a catastrophic event and plenty of space to hold a thundering lot of people. The walls were a pristine white, and for a moment, his heart sank as it dawned on him that he might have got lost again, or chose his path incorrectly. He didn’t know which possibility was worse, but seeing the rapidly transforming Sticks out in the hall was an indication that it must be the right place. Perhaps it was just beyond here. Then Stag noticed how much warmer this room was compared to the hallway, and the almost overpowering scents of sweat and testosterone told him he was on the right trail. The smilers would have chosen someplace warm to hibernate and incubate, somewhere out of the way of main traffic. A logical conclusion. He found a nearby table, and removed all means of defense; he emptied his tranq gun and placed it gently on the table next to a pocket knife and the tin of spray paint. Removing his hat, he ruffled the hair once with his hand, and set down the hat. Stag double-checked that his pockets were empty, and he carefully placed the partially-empty pack of cigarettes in a safe spot with the rest of his possessions. He turned about, and looked for an obvious sign of the creatures. What a creepy-assed liminal space, he thought as he walked, the stark white walls and countless metal pipes almost repeating on themselves in the dimly lit space. This originally large room was divided into several smaller rooms, and Stag poked his head in all of them. One was filled with medical gurneys that had no pads on them; another was stacked to the ceiling with cardboard boxes containing who-knows-what; a third had what looked like a deconstructed medical cart and a stack of hard-backed chairs that had seen better days. Stag decided none of these were important. Finally, a clue appeared: a foam pad tinged with a huge, dark yellow and black stain. It reminded Stag of his teenage years when he would hump his bed pillow; he unloaded so much spunk into it over a year that the pillow turned a nasty yellow color, became hard and crusted, and never came clean. He treasured that thing until his mother discovered it and, disgusted, burned it in their fireplace. Now he held a similar object, and holding it to his nose, the testosterone-laden stench told him he was close. The foam pad was replaced where he found it, and Stag turned his gaze to a discarded metal vent cover. There. Walking over to it, he could barely contain his excitement. He quickly inspected the cover, and located where it came from: a large opening in the wall, presumably for vent installations and maintenance. Climbing through the darker space, he realized he finally hit pay dirt. There, in a corner, lying on the floor, were his comrades, Patch and Pixel, just finishing their metamorphoses. Both were completely naked, and taking in their new surroundings. As soon as he appeared, Pixel looked up at Stag, and grinned, showing his newly-formed teeth for the first time. “Hey, Stag,” Pixel said in a dreamy voice, his voice slurred as he spoke like he’d spent the night behind a bottle of something especially strong. “What’s up? Glaaad you could make it.” A little liquid corruption drooled from his mouth at the end of the sentence. Stag didn’t get to inspect Sticks out in the hall, but Pixel provided enough of a show. His heart raced with excitement, and his dick slowly hardened as he took in the sight. “Pixel! Patch, oh my god,” he said with feigned relief. “We saw what happened on the monitors. You okay, bruh?” Pixel’s blackened eyes looked directly into Stag’s, and didn’t notice the insincerity. “I’mmm terrific. Look, my shoulder’s completely healed.” Pixel pointed at his previously-dislocated shoulder, and sure enough, there was no sign that it was ever damaged. Stag instinctively turned his head to Patch for an answer. “I diii-idn’t do that,” Patch admitted in a dazed voice. “We woke up, and were healed. I’ve never seen a fast recovery like this.” Patch blinked, and after a breath, said, “I feel… different. But in a good way!” “Your…” Stag couldn’t finish the sentence, lest he give away his excitement. So becoming a monster also gives one rapid healing from wounds, he thought. Interesting. Think how useful that would be in the field. Patch would be out of work so fast. “Imagine!” Patch said enthusiastically, his voice thick as he shook it to try and clear his head. “If we could speed up the healing process from wounds… What an incredible lifesaver!” Then he realized his career as a field medic would be over, and he might be forced to take up arms instead of saving lives. A twinge of sadness hit his heart,and he let out a quick sniffle and half sob. “This has always been my worst nightmare – I’ve become a patient.” “Annnnd how do you feel right now?” Pixel asked of him. Patch inhaled slowly, and moved his limbs, taking stock of his surroundings. “Actually? Pretty damn good!” “And…. and we’re still alive!” Patch sighed with relief. “Maybe it won’t be so bad,” he said brightly, smiling drunkenly, a line of drool now going down his chin. “What are you doing here?” Pixel enquired, suddenly sniffing the air around Stag. “You haven’t been attacked by one of those things yet, have you?” “Oh no… I gave them the slip. Can you stand? Let me help you up,” Stag said, piling on the fake concern by offering a hand to Pixel. In an instant, Pixel leapt to his feet, and Patch just after. Stag withdrew his hand, and now could take in their new forms. Their skin had taken on an almost sickly greyish pallor. The iris of their eyes looked odd, beginning to take on an almost golden orange color. The veins on their skin had already begun to stick out slightly as their muscles already appeared slightly more defined. The normally slightly pudgy looking Patch already was looking slimmer. Pixel seemed taller somehow. They both swayed slightly as they adjusted to the multitude of new sensations they were feeling. Both men were breathing slightly faster, and looking down, they noticed that both were sporting massive hard-ons and kept giving each other looks when they thought Stag didn’t notice. The two began to drool as their muscles tensed up in anticipation. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, their fingernails began to lengthen into the claws that the other creatures carried. Stag needed no convincing. He did an about-face, and shouted deeper in the dark room, “Hey, you sick motherfuckers! I wanna talk to your boss. Got a proposition for you!” Patch and Pixel exchanged looks of interest. “You think we could take him?” Patch asked in a whisper that he thought only Pixel could hear. Pixel nodded once silently, but they also wanted to see what Stag was going to do. Turning back to them, Stag stared at them and laughed. “You both are clearly infected… and stupider than I gave you credit for,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Come on, I know that you have to have some real brains running this show,” he yelled out loud. A sudden scream growl echoed out of the dark, and the two suddenly stepped back, as if making way for something revered. From seemingly nowhere, a new creature came into Stag’s sights, climbing along silently on the ceiling. This one was larger than the others: his muscles were denser, his skin was black as night, his mouth and eyes poured corruption in tiny waterfalls. The thing’s claws were slightly longer; a pair of massive horns protruded from its skull, and large curving spikes had emerged from its back. The thing suddenly dropped from the ceiling in a graceful twist, and landed delicately on the open space of the floor a short distance away from Stag. Stag’s breath caught in his throat when the beast stood to full height and began to speak in a deep, resonant voice. “Well, well, well. What have we here?” The creature before him grinned widely, its head cocked to one side and showing an uncountable number of razor sharp teeth, and took two steps forward. All of Stag’s rehearsed speeches suddenly left his brain. He hadn’t expected it to speak so well, looking more monster than human. The scent coming from the big smiler was overpowering, like too much cologne and days of unwash. Since Stag didn’t give an answer, the beast continued. “You do not belong here, soldier. If you came looking for a swift death, you have found it.” “I… er…” Stag stammered, reveling in the beauty of this twisted thing before him. Remembering his purpose, he cleared his throat before trying again. He spat a yellow goober to one side, and said, “Are you the leader? I have something you want.” “I control all and rule all. My brood serves and obeys me fully. What could you possibly have that I ever want or need?” It paused its slow movement forward, glaring at Stag with intense curiosity as a few lesser creatures like the big one entered in behind their boss. “The name’s Stag,” he began, trying to choke down his nervousness. “I came to join you. I saw what you do on security feeds, and…” He let out a shuddering, almost reverent sigh before he continued to speak. “I think it’s beautiful. I want to be part of this.” The die was cast, and there was no turning back. Not now, not ever. The creature’s eyebrows flicked up in interest, its head cocking to the other side as if fascinated. “That is… interesting. Go on.” “As no doubt you’re aware, a military team has infiltrated your base,” Stag began, sensing a little formality and a deft touch would be needed here. Cutting him off, the larger beast suddenly snapped its head back up and began to crouch. A deep almost dangerous growl emitted from it as it replied, “Your presence is noted, your weaknesses observed. If you want a fight, you will only prolong your suffering.” I just knew this infection was intelligent! Pixel thought. It's been watching us since we came in. Stag felt unbalanced again. He struggled to resume his place in his rehearsed oration. “Let me continue. You’ve already taken four of the men on my squad, and besides me, four others still remain… unblemished. A second team will come in for rescue once we are all changed, and your team with ours can take them all. I can give you access to all of them, and you will have an unstoppable army. We could take over the world, and you can have whatever you want.” Stag knew he was lying - he had no intention of giving up his teammates. They’ll all get converted, anyway, eventually. I might be an ass, but I’m not a goddamn traitor. All I want is the upgrade, he thought wickedly. This fucker ain’t getting jack out of me. Patch and Pixel silently exchanged looks of concern that turned to disapproval when they took Stag’s offer at face value. I knew this ass was a sellout! Patch’s mind screamed in anger. But a swift look from the boss quelled that line of thinking. Let him finish. If it’s a trick, he won’t leave this room. Turning back to Stag, the boss weighed the offer, looking up at the ceiling as it turned around for a moment as if in deep thought.. The prospect was appealing, and Stag had put all his cards on the table willingly. Calmly it turned around and glared at him as it replied. “And you want to share in our glorious evolution? Is that right?” “Let me join you, and you will have one more soldier in your cause. I’m a deviant fucker, and can do things you probably don’t want to do yourself. I don’t presume to know your endgame, but I willingly surrender my humanity for this. I am yours to command.” He bowed slightly, attempting to keep the creature in a peaceable mood. Stag felt pretty good about this little show of bravado, but his conscience started telling him, You’re going too far. Stop before you regret this. “Tempting,” the boss said evenly. “But we do not act impulsively. Once you are committed —” Stag seized his buttoned shirt in two hands, and in one swift motion, he ripped it open, scattering buttons everywhere. “Fuck me and find out.” The boss nodded gently with approval three times, then suddenly shot a volley of its venomous spit at Stag’s face. It hit him with a soft ‘splat’, and quickly ran down his face. Stag barely stuck out his tongue to taste it, and the sensation reminded him of bukkake films he watched on occasion. “You will address me as the Alpha, and you have a deal. Welcome, Stag. What wonders we will show you.” The Alpha tilted his head to the right and looked behind Stag to indicate Patch and Pixel. “You two, hold him down. I will do this deed myself.” Perfect, Stag thought just before the chemicals took over. Just the very thing I wanted. Knowing what was coming next, he began to lower himself to the floor, but the sedative worked too quickly on him, and he fell over in an undignified position before he could get on all fours. —------------------ Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. Hallway. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:35 MST. 30-OCT-20XX Step. Step. Step. Keep your wits before you. Everyone’s depending on you. Just keep moving. Zero moved slowly through the corridor, weapon in hand, and always searching for visual and aural clues. So far, the move from the 2nd floor chem lab had been thankfully uneventful. No noise, no people, no creatures. It was as if he was completely alone in the facility, the only sound emanating from the soft tap of every footstep he made, and the occasional gentle whirring of the vents. The isolation and silence with nothing to break up the monotony made the minutes seem like hours, yet Zero pressed himself onward. His goal was the security office - a plan had begun to form in his mind. In war, diversionary tactics are often useful and effective. He wanted to create a diversion for the smilers so his comrades could escape in the opposite direction. Always taking one for the team, eh, Mason? Dammit, I need to retire from this life. Go somewhere sunny. Take in the ocean. Maybe I'll collect starfish and seashells. Get sand in my boots. Settle down with a nice girl. Army provides a nice pension. I can go anywhere. Anywhere but here, anywhere drug lords and terrorists and random chaos don’t exist. There must be such a place. I’ll find it someday. Next week, perhaps. Before he knew it, the door of the security room loomed before him. —----------------------------- Helixion Genetics, Main Corporate Office Building, 4th Floor Security Office. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:38 MST. 30-Oct-20XX “Jeames.” At the sound of his name, the driver for the General rose quickly from his seat on the hard leather couch, instantly ready to serve. “Yes, General Krell?” the man asked, tidying his smart looking suit. “I would like some more coffee,” the older man said, pointing at the unused coffee pot in the corner. “None of that vile liquid, mind you.” “Absolutely, sir, your usual?” the man said, nodding as he pulled out a phone and began tapping away. “That’s all for now,” the older man said, waving a hand negligently in the air. As the driver quickly left the room with efficient grace, General Krell sat alone. The room was thankfully silent again as he began to ponder. Even the regular communications over the secure channels of the soldiers had ceased, and in a fit of anger, he removed the offending earpiece that was tickling the hairs of his ear. Unfortunately, the order to shut off the fire alarms had done little good, and now a small army of fire trucks were sitting at the entrance to the facility, their captain arguing with his staff. Still blind to the majority of the cameras, he flipped through the few he had yet again, yielding nothing of note. As far as he hoped, the mission was still active. But, the lack of any communications from Briggs had become somewhat unnerving. Even that bootlicker Kade had been in total radio silence. He supposed that they could be deep in the bowels of the building, effectively unable to get a signal out. He walked over to the large glass window, overlooking the campus, holding his hand to it and feeling the cool surface under his fingertips, the chill just barely seeping through what was surely a cool autumn evening setting in. Suddenly, he heard a crackle come from the radio, and he quickly stuffed the earpiece back in. He waited a moment, listening for another signal. “Patch… are you….pying…” the sound of Briggs’ concerned voice just barely cutting through the heavy static. “Lockjaw… -ow about y… Zero…. Do you have…. On anyone?” Krell stood still, listening intently. “I… I might have someone, sir. I just made it to the security office on the 1st floor,” the voice said, presumably Zero. “Soldier, this is General Krell,” the older man said, years of command taking over and allowing his voice to carry an air of authority. “Are you able to patch me into the feeds?” “Um… sir…” Zero’s voice said, sounding small and confused. “This is Lieutenant Hawke. I… I don’t know how to do that. The guys who would —” Krell quickly cut him off, annoyed. “That’s an order, soldier,” Krell demanded, slamming his fist on the window. “Surely you’re smart enough to plug a damned USB stick into a computer!” Krell was met with a few moments of silence until another voice cut in. “Just…. I left one on the desk. I forgot it when I got hit in the head,” another voice said. “Oh… yeah. I see it. Let me just barricade this door and-” Zero said, sounding out of breath from exertion. “You can barricade the door after, soldier,” Krell said angrily. “I need eyes on the situation. NOW.” “Belay… order,” Briggs said, the coldness of his voice not being hidden. “He…. no authority in your… Secure the ro-... then get the bastard what he wants.” I knew that fucker was still holding a grudge for the whole Berlin thing, Krell thought to himself, flopping down in the chair in frustration. Unable to do anything, he waited, knowing better than to push his luck. Hopefully the man would establish the link in short order as Krell was left to ponder. Odd as hell the rest of Briggs’ team isn’t answering, he thought to himself, wondering what could be the cause. Suddenly, it hit him. The project. But how? It wasn’t ready like this on my visit last month. Maybe that stupid shit Blaine actually delivered for once. Almost letting out an excited whoop, he watched as a progress bar suddenly popped up on his screen, the link to the security feeds finally coming alive. Quickly scrolling through each feed, Krell suddenly stopped as he saw something flash before one of the cameras. He flipped through more before finally, he saw it. A black hulking creature was slamming its fists on the door, unable to get it to budge. Well I’ll be fucking damned… the dumbshit actually delivered on his promise… Krell thought, a smile creeping across his face. The driver suddenly entered the room, silently placing the hot cup of gourmet coffee on the desk before him. “I’m afraid our schedule has been moved up drastically. I will also require a team to begin extraction. Make it so,” General Krell said, turning his attention back to the monitors, curious as he had now lost sight of a redhead in the lowest level of the building. Flipping through the feeds, he let out a huff of surprise, counting as several more monstrous creatures began to body slam the door on camera. “Better make sure this team is properly equipped,” he said, perturbed as he was finding no further evidence of the tall, lanky redheaded man. “Not what I ordered, but I guess it's better than nothing,” he said, slouching back in the chair. “Tell them to equip the heat vision goggles as well as live ammo. These little demon creatures seem to be packing quite the punch.” “Right away, sir,” Jeames said, quickly tapping more commands on his smartphone as he held the phone to his ear with his left shoulder. “Will that be all, sir?” the smartly dressed driver said, holding his hand to the device’s microphone. “No, leave me be for a while. Let me know when the new extraction team is here,” Krell said, watching the camera intently. The driver disappeared again, as Krell finally forced himself to turn to another feed in search of more information. “This calls for a celebration, I guess,” he said, taking the bottle of scotch he was gifted upon arrival, and pouring a healthy amount into the cup. Shame what’s happening to Briggs’ team, but… as the saying goes, sometimes one must break a few eggs. At least now that thorn in his side would finally get what was coming to him. —---------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. Location REDACTED 22:42 MST. 30-Oct-20XX “Hey guys, take a look at this!” Tex said, pointing at an old blueprint sitting on a workbench. “I think we finally have a way out!” Gravestone and Elias walked over to the blueprint in front of Tex, examining it. “This definitely wasn’t on the map we got,” Elias said, pointing to one of the shafts extending out from the boiler section. “But it's not on any of the other maps we found. Are we sure it's even accurate?” “This does seem to be a rather old layout,” Gravestone said, stroking his chin as he pondered. “I mean, it could be someone forgot it on a newer iteration, and it just got left out.” A sudden sound of something falling over in the next room caused the three men to suddenly be on guard, aiming their weapons at the doorway. Silently, they stalked into the next room, the sight of a man crawling on all fours trying to make a fort meeting them. “Oh fuck… it’s Crazy,” Tex blurted out, watching as Jack haphazardly continued building his cardboard fortress. “Got to make a safe room… make it all safe… No monsters getting in here,” Jack muttered to himself, not paying attention to the three men as he worked. “Should we… do something?” Tex said, letting his weapon down as he watched the manic pace at which Jack was stacking the boxes. Pinching his nose, Elias sighed. “Do you want the blame if something happens to him?” Elias said, slowly crouching down, putting his hand on the man's shoulder, causing him to jump. Blinking around, Jack looked at the three men. “Oh, hello again mister soldier man,” Jack said, his eyes darting around the room. “Hi… Jack…” Elias said, looking at him with an almost sad look on his face. This guy really has lost all grip on reality, he thought to himself. “I’m making a safe room to keep all the nasty homo monsters out,” Jack said, turning back to the boxes with renewed energy and working even faster. “But I can only make it big enough for me. If you all help, we can make a really big room to keep them out.” “Why don’t you come with us,” Tex said, talking to him like one would to a 5-year-old. “Wouldn’t you like to get out of here, buddy?” Jack stopped for a second, staring at the three. “We can leave now?” he said, a leery expression on his face. “Is the scary man here?” Jack looked around nervously for Stag’s unfriendly face. “No, he’s gone,” Tex answered quietly, remembering the bump on his head. “Hey… buddy… it’s time to go…” Gravestone said, going along with their logic awkwardly, speaking to him as a child. “You want to go, right?” “Yes please. I wanna go now,” Jack said, smiling and hopping up fast. Elias looked over at Tex, who only shrugged his shoulders. Leading the way, Gravestone grabbed the blueprint as they continued to walk. As the four walked, Jack continued to mutter to himself in a fractured conversation, not making any sense to the other three men. Finally, they found themselves at a chain link framed door, with a rusted sign that said “Maintenance” in fading letters. Slowly, Elias pushed the door open, hearing as it creaked loudly open. Holding his finger up to his lips, Gravestone took point and slowly walked through the pipe and HVAC-filled area, the occasional hissing of steam escaping several pipes as they slowly walked around more and more of the clear slimy-looking puddles. “Fuck, you think this might be their den?” Tex whispered, pointing to the numerous puddles. Elias nodded, thinking exactly the same thing. Fear was quickly pooling in his stomach, as he wondered if they were in fact walking into the belly of the beast. As silently as they could, they slowly explored the large basement, passing various pieces of medical equipment, HVAC units and more boxes. Finally, the team made it to a large rusted-looking door, the sign above clearly stating “Maintenance Tunnel to Building 2 and 4.” Next to it, a green lit numerical keypad sat next to the handle. “Shit… do we have a code?” Tex said, pointing at the keypad. Suddenly, Jack started rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet. “I know it… but… the monsters, they’ll come just like last time…” Jack said, nervously glancing all around. “He likes it down here… him and all the other nasty homo monsters. They like the warm and dark. They were so mean last time.” “He…. who is he… actually, you know what… just give us the code and we’ll keep you safe from him,” Elias said, quickly deciding to not overtax the already frail mind of Jack. “1, 2, 3, 4….” Jack said, rocking back and forth, hugging himself as he spoke in a sing-song-like tone. “5, 6, 7, 8… 1, 2, 3, 4… 5, 6, 7, 8…” “So much for that idea,” Tex sighed, shaking his head. “Fucking guy is truly looney tunes.” Elias slowly watched Jack to continue counting out loud, deciding to give the numbers a try. Firmly pressing 12345678, he almost laughed at the sheer stupidity of the code. “No fucking way…” Tex said, shocked as the indicator light turned from red to green. “Seriously… that's the code?” Pulling on the handle, Elias frowned as the rusted frame barely budged. Suddenly, a loud screech overhead broke the calmness of the basement as Zero’s voice broke out over the speaker. “Black Sigma, this is Zero in the security room. The primary liquidation team has just entered the building and will be at your location in five minutes. Repeat, the primary liquidation team is in the building.” Suddenly, multiple scream growls broke the relative silence of the basement. “NOOOOO NO NO NO NO!!!” Jack suddenly started screaming, clawing away as Tex tried to grab him. “I DON’T WANT THE SLIME! I DON’T WANT TO SEE HIM!” Several creatures came lumbering out of the room they had just checked, sniffing the air and looking around. Suddenly, three of the group of monsters turned and faced the soldiers, smiling and baring their sharp teeth. They almost seemed to chuckle as Jack suddenly ran at them, quickly pushing past the monsters as he ran away. Two of them gave chase after Jack and vanished from sight. “Shit!” Gravestone yelled, taking a defensive stance and pointing his weapon at the nearest monster. “You guys get the door open! I’ll cover you and get Zero.” Gravestone quickly put a tranquilizer into the nearest monster. For a moment, the team thought he was successful as the monster staggered, and gave a quick sleepy shake of its head. However, their hopes were quickly dashed as the monster simply looked down and calmly pulled the dart out of its chest, leaving a trail of thick black liquid dripping down its chest. It wiped the liquid away with its hand, before it looked back up at the men and seemed to smile even wider, drool pouring out of its mouth. It threw the dart away, and hissed at him. Turning around, Tex frantically began to tug at the door, slowly budging it an inch more open as air from the hallway rushed around the frame. The smiler calmly walked up to Gravestone, who tried to raise his gun to defend himself. Taking a massive swing, the monster slammed the man across the room, his head hitting one of the metal air vents with a solid thunk. “Commander!” Elias yelled, reaching out and trying to grab for the man, watching the entire scene in horror. Suddenly, Tex was finally able to fully open the door, pulling it open with a resounding metallic slam. Grabbing Elias, he pulled him away as the monster’s claws sliced through the cloth of Elias’ jacket, causing him to scream out in pain. Pulling the both of them as hard as he could, he grabbed the heavy door behind them, slamming it shut as the the monsters began to bang hard on the other side. Both men doubled over in shocked silence, their gasps hard and fast as they looked at the door in horror and astonishment. —------------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:20 MST. 30-Oct-20XX Slowly, Stag woke up, feeling somewhat groggy as the effects of the saliva finally wore off. An intense pain in the ass was the first thing he noticed. Looking behind him, he watched as the Alpha smiled down at him, slamming hard and fast inside of his ass. His arms were pinned to the floor making a T-shape by Patch on one side, and Pixel on the other. He instinctively tried to press himself up, but their grip was too strong, and he found he couldn’t move an inch. “Wakey, wakey… pretty boy…” the Alpha said, grunting as he continued to slam hard and fast in Stag’s ass. Stag groaned in pain and pleasure as his abdomen cramped up, feeling full of liquid like someone was flooding his insides. “Time for a second round,” the Alpha growled out, as a sharp pinching sensation shot through Stag’s core, forcing him to gasp out in pain and pleasure as he felt the infection start to take hold. Looking to one side at his hand, he watched as his veins plumped and skin already started to take on the sickly grey pallor. A euphoric smile spread across Stag's face, feeling the sudden rush as he felt his heart begin to race, and the room took on a hazy glow. Satisfied, the Alpha withdrew from Stag’s ass, leaving a gaping hole in its absence as a pool of thick black cum slowly drooled out of Stag’s ass. His comrades released him, and made space for the Alpha. Reaching back, Stag felt his hole, smiling as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. The act surprised him, and left him wondering what had compelled him to do this. It had never previously occurred to him to taste the juices. Looking up, he watched as the Alpha spoke to a group of the creatures, unable to make out what they were saying in his muddled state of mind. The Alpha suddenly turned around and pulled Stag by the chin, licking his face with its large forked tongue before shoving it into his mouth. Stag again was surprised to find himself enjoying the feeling, rubbing his tongue alongside the Alpha’s. The taste was slightly metallic, and Stag couldn’t drink enough of the fluid as it transferred mouths. He would now be tasting this for a lifetime. “Hope you enjoy the ride, boy… The infection is going to set in fast this way,” the creature growled, suddenly releasing its grip on his chin as it walked away. “Just remember, this is what you asked for. And remember our deal. I expect you to come through.” Stag frowned at the parting words, when the group of smilers suddenly walked over and one knelt down, roughly shoving its glistening black cock deep inside Stag’s already brutalized guts without any words. Letting out a scream, Stag fought back tears as the monster quickly got to work.