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Another guy came in. He was a bear type guy in jeans and shirt. He sat right next to me and looked me over. I pulled my shorts down again. "I'm Ben. What's your name" he asked "Dan" I said softly "Nice to meet you Dan. You are one fine piece of ass" he whispered in my ear. The guy across of me stared and grabbed his crotch and looked at me. I started to feel uncomfortable and also aroused. My cock started to get hard. You could see it thru my shorts. "Somebody is a little tease" he said "Dan. Room 3 please" the receptionist said I quickly got up and went to the room. I went into the room and sat down. A few minutes late the door opened. The nurse introduced himself as Randy. He was pretty sexy for a nurse. He was mid 50's thick moustache and bald with an earring. His scrubs were a bit tight. "So you are in for an HIV test. Is there a reason you want the NAT test? It's expensive and if you have had a recent exposure we can just put you on PEP" he said "I just would like to know and did take PEP after the exposure" I said "Ok can I ask why then you want the test. While you are paying a high co-pay we are still partially funding." he asked "I had exposure and just want to know" I replied "Well that is not our normal medical protocol. I do not know if I can approve this test unless you tell me why" he said "I just want to make sure I am negative. I am willing to pay the full price. How much is it? I asked "It is over $200. I am not trying to be difficult but sensing there is something else going on here" he said "I want to make sure I am negative so that I can be with a man" I replied "He is negative and you want to have sex with him?" he asked "No he is HIV positive" I said looking down He smiled "I get it now. You want to make sure you are negative so he can make you positive?" he said looking at me in a different way. "Yes" I replied "Are you a chaser?" he asked "I am not sure what the means but have an idea. I am not looking for HIV or to get it anywhere. I just want to be intimate with this man and want him to be the one to give it to me. I want him to impregnate me." I said softly and nervously "You sound unsure" he said "No I think I am sure just a bit nervous. A lot of emotions right now" I said "Its ok. Talk to me about it" he said putting his hand on my bare thigh. I told him about my conflict about being nervous about getting HIV and AIDS and then also excited about giving myself to Rick. And that I was worried about being positive on this test and he may not want me as much. "That is a lot going on. I think you should make sure you know what you are getting into in contracting HIV. It doesn't mean you will get AIDS if you take medication. Does he take medication?" he asked "No he is not. He said he have a high viral load" I said "How does that make you feel" he said "Nervous and excited" I said his hand was warm on my thigh as he caressed it. His hand slid to the inside of my thigh. My body automatically open my legs to give him more access. His hand slid in. "You clearly want to be with him. Look at your body. How long has it been since you last had sex?" he said "Getting fucked? Last week Saturday. I have given bj since then" I replied "How many other partners have you had" he asked I told him about the ABS and Professor Post. "Thank you for being honest with me. Generally we still wouldn't offer this test to you but I understand what you are looking. I have seen a few patients like you and I just want to caution on you in your life choice to get HIV" he said "Your partner is very lucky to have you offer yourself to him to be bred. " he said. I could see the hunger in his eyes. I looked down and his cock was clearly hard. "Thank you. I feel it is one of the most intimate acts I could do in giving myself to him. He will be with me forever" I said "And yes I am aware o the risk and dangers and nervous about it. But I have made my decision" I said "I can see that" he said looking down at my hard cock "Your heart and your body clearly want it" he said now his hand softly rubbing the inside of my thigh "I am jealous of him. He is very lucky. You are beautiful and gorgeous" he said I blushed and thanked him. He got up and got the things to take the blood sample. He took my blood and then put the vial in a bag. "It will take a few hours to process. Here is your sample number. You can check online in few hours" he said "You take care of yourself" he said smiling I thank him and left. The guys were still out there and one followed me out to my car. "You want to go and come back to my place" he said "No, no thank you. I have to go. I have a bf" I said and got in my car locked the doors and drove away.

I started to breath harder. I showed it to Rick, he smiled. He grabbed my hand. "You sure you want this" he asked "I do. Please take me and make me yours" I said He pulled me up kissed me lightly and led me into his bedroom. He took me over to his bed and pulled off my shirt. He stripped quickly with his huge cock hitting my leg as it was hard now. He then pulled down my shirts. He was surprised to see my underwear. I had both a black satin thong. "Oh Dan you are so beautiful and sexy" he said kissing me and rubbing my hard cock thru the soft satin. I started to let out a loud moan. He slipped them off like a man removed the panties from his gf or what I had done so many times before this. Now I was the bottom waiting to receive my man in me. I dropped to my knees and lick and sucked his hard cock. After a minute Rick pulled me up and in one motion lifted me and placed me on his bed. I felt wonderful on his bed, finally I was on it. It was sacred ground. He lay on me and kissed me, our mouths and tongues intertwined. His hands roaming all over me. He then worked his way down to my nipples then my balls. I was writhing in pleasure. It was like he was touching me for the first time. It was so tender and caring. Then he lifted my legs and started to eat my ass. It has been too long. I let out a loud moan. He ate me with my legs in the air and spread then he turned me over on all fours and ate me from the rear. I pushed my ass back on his mouth. Then I felt one then two fingers in me massaging my prostate making me moan even more. I felt his fingernails scraping my inner walls then going back to my prostate. It was pain and pleasure. After several minutes of this I was in heaven begging him to fuck me. "Ohh Daddy please fuck me please" I moaned "And what do you want boy. You have to say it clearly" he said stopping his ministrations of my body "I want you to fuck me and plant your charged POZ seed deep in my cunt and make me pregnant. Daddy I want you to mark with your DNA, for you to be a part of me forever. Make me pregnant please Daddy" I said holding his hand looking in his eyes. "I will baby I will. I am going to make you know and make you my boy, my bitch. I am going to own that pussy and you will always have me in you." he said kissing me and lifting his legs on his shoulders and then with a push he shoved his huge hard cock into my cunt. I yelled in pain. It had been probably two weeks since Rick has fucked me. It was like he was fucking me for the first time. I felt like a virgin again. He was a few inches in me then he pushed again further into me. He didn't use any lube only his spit and mine. It hurt. "Ohhh fuck boy, I forgot how good your pussy is" he said "It's going to hurt a little but it will help make you more fertile" he said He kept pushing then I felt him at that second point deep in me. He rammed thru and I yelled out again with my eyes popping out of my head. It hurt deep in me. "Fuck this is the best pussy I have had ever boy. You are mine" he said pushing all the way in. "OHHHH fuck. I feel you in my stomach" I moaned in pain "Well this is what you wanted boy. You want to get pregnant its going to hurt a bit" he said as he started to pump in me. He started to go slow then he started to fuck me hard. He was like an man on a mission. My ass started to let up and take his cock. The piercing pain started to turn into dull pain, then pleasure. He started to focus on my prostate and I started to moan. "Yeah your fucking slut. Look at you Daddy his your gspot and your cunt starts to get all wet. Fuck its pulling my cock into your pussy" he said as he started to fuck me hard. Now he was like stud trying to mate with a mare. There was pain but there was more pleasure. I started to moan and beg him to seed me. My hands grabbing his waist pulling him into me. He was fucking me deeply working on my second hole. I just tied to hold on to his rhythm and piling into me. The I felt his cock expand and his body spasm. "Ohhh fuck here you go boy. You are going to get a charged load. Your going to have my baby" he yelled "Yes Daddy fuck me, mark me forever, make me your please, please I need you" I maoned Then I felt his spurt in my deep cunt. It was hot like 7-8 spurts. Then I felt deep in my ass a warm convulsing feeling and my cunt wrapping his cock then cum started to erupt out of my cock blasting both of us with 8-10 loads as I hadn't cum in a week. I moaned out loud yelling. It was such an intense orgasm not from my cock but deep in my groin and ass. He kept fucking me griding into me constantly hitting my prostate, I kept moaning. He kept hard and still was pushing his POZ cum in me. "Ohhh fuck boy you are mine." he said kissing me He pulled back and saw tears in my eyes. "What's wrong. Regret?" he said I smiled, "No Daddy happiness" "I've dreamt of this for what seems like forever. I am still nervous but right now feel so happy, so content, so lucky to be with you." I said kissing him and then wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him deeper in me. I felt so content. He was not.

I finally fell asleep and woke up the next morning. I was both excited and nervous. Excited that I would get fucked by Rick and have him impregnate me with his see. Nervous of the thought of getting HIV. And also nervous in that I might test positive and Rick would want me less. I had all these conflicting feelings and felt a knot in my stomach. I got up, took a shower and got dressed. I made coffee and something to eat. I went to check in on Rick to see if he wanted breakfast but he was gone. I ate breakfast and set up my appointment for my test. I think because I was so horny and also emotions about the end of the week I forgot to actually set up my test. The on campus was booked. The other clinic that has the right test was on the other side of town and they had a 5pm opening. After setting up the appointment online I started to do stuff around the house. I did laundry, cleaned the pool and cleaned the bathroom. It was around lunchtime and Rick texted me he picked up lunch and was coming home. He came home just after 12:30p and ate lunch. "You are a little quiet. You ok?" I said "Yeah" I replied "What's going on" he said "I am thinking about later today" I said "What about it. Tell me. You look stressed." he said "I am just nervous and excited. I think more nervous. I am worried about getting HIV. I am also worried about my test. What if I test positive? Will you still want me? And then I am also excited about giving myself to you. Having you take me, mark me, own me, make me pregnant." I said. As I said the last part I reached out and put my hand on his thigh. "I will always want you boy even if you test positive. I will be a bit sad as we wont be sure who knocked you up. And it is ok if you are nervous about getting HIV. It is natural. If you change your mind that is fine too. I want to make sure this is something you want." he said holding my hand on his thigh. The he reached over and touched my cock and squeezed it. "And by this, I can tell you are ready and it is something you want" he said. He was right my cock was rock hard. He stood me up bent me over the dining room chair and pulled down my underwear and shorts and leaned in and started to eat me out. I moaned and pushed back into his face. He then stuck his finger in me and I jumped when I felt his fingernail scrape my ass. This time it was harder then usual. He leaned in and started to eat me out switching between eating me and scraping my inside. After a few minutes he stopped and pulled up my shorts. "There you go. Get your pussy ready for tonight. Scraping will help my DNA take." he said I leaned down and kissed him trying to taste myself from his mouth. He grabbed my ass and stroked my hard cock thru my shorts. "What time is your test?" he asked "5pm at the Westend Clinic" I said "Why there" he asked concerned "That was the only place that had the test for short term exposure. The college clinic was booked and closes early today. Why do you look worried?" I said "No worry. Its a bit sketch clientele. They will all be happy when you go there. Your young and handsome." he said grabbing my ass and standing up and kissing me. "We better clean up. I gotta run a few more errands. See you tonight boy. Text me as soon as you get your test results ok." he said "Yes Daddy" I replied my heart racing

I was a little on edge after being approached liked that. Also all the emotions running thru me. I decided to go shopping, pick up dinner then go home. After going clothes shopping I picked up pizza and went home. I got home around 7pm. Rick texted me that he would be home around 7:30p. I changed clothes and waited for him. He came home, changed clothes and we ate dinner. We talked about our day and I shared my experience at the health clinic. "It sounds about right" Rick said "What do you mean?" I asked "its a clinic but has more mature and sexually aggressive types there. I bet if you stayed around you probably would have gotten laid, but I am glad you didn't" he said "I hope it comes back negative" I blurted out He smiled, "Me too" he said "Just remember you will be my property. Do you understand that? I can do whatever I want to you. I will own you?" he said "Yes Daddy. Will you hurt me? And for how long?" I asked "No but there maybe some pain. Part of that is for your growth so you can truly listen to your body and expand your horizon and pleasure. I will transform you. It will last for a month then we can reassess" he said "Yes Daddy" I said My phone buzzed. My results were ready. I breathed hard. I clicked the link and opened the results. HIV Test Results NEGATIVE

Well, here is Chapter Three. Enjoy! Adam yelped as Jack slid inside the cute neg twink. Jack knew his nine-inch cock would cause some damage inside the just devirgined teen. So, he started off long-dicking Adam as if he were the last piece of ass he would get. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK! SO GOOD! FUCK ME HARDER “He just turned eighteen, so make sure you give him a big, nice gift,” chuckled Dean, as he watched his friend Jack, who had full-blown Aids, continue long-dicking Adam, now pulling completely out before slamming back inside the unknown teen he was going to infect with HIV+. All twinks deserved this to happen to them, Jack thought as he remembered his barely legal twink former lover, who had cheated on him and given him the disease ten years before. "Oh, he’s going to get a nice big birthday gift from me,” laughed Jack. He loved how tight the lil slut still was after taking His friend Dean’s thick eight-inch cock. Well, come morning, his tight boy's cunt wouldn’t be so tight and virginal. Jack was looking forward to later seeing the slut in action in the sling room. Dean was pleased with how far he had gotten with Adam in such a short time. After this group finished with his latest piece of boy pussy, it would be time for the sling room and another slam. The small teen was going to get his limits expanded in ways he never thought about before. Adam had been an innocent vanilla gay boy when he entered. In the morning, he’d leave a full-blown sub bareback slut with some new fetishes. Adam couldn’t believe how good it felt to be fucked, he wished he had started earlier. The thin man fucking him had such a nice, long cock, which reached a place Dean’s wonderful, thick cock hadn’t. He hoped he’d get fucked by someone as long as this man and as thick as Dean’s cock. Yet, no matter what, Adam wanted as much cock as he could get. It was as if his hole was hungry cock, for more than the three other guys in the room watching him getting fucked. He wanted as much as he could get tonight, after all, his parents thought he was sleeping over at a friend’s and would be gone all the next day. So, he was golden to stay longer than he originally planned. “FUCK!” Jack growled as his climax began to rise from his balls. The slut was going to get a three-day toxic load. “SHIT SLUT! TAKE MY DEATH SEED!” Jack howled as he began pumping his dirty load deep inside the barely eighteen-year-old twink who they were turning into a cumslut for poz jizz. “FUCK! YES! GIVE ME YOUR LOAD!” Adam begged the gaunt man currently fucking him. Ever since Dean had bred him, he was now hooked on jizz filling him up. It made cocks slide more easily and felt amazing. Adam wanted more cum, he hoped everyone fucked him raw and gave him their loads. “Batter up,” laughed Jack as he pulled out of the now gaping hole. Jizz leaked out from the two large loads of poz cum recently deposited. It had a slight pinkish tint, which meant the virus was now seeping into the no-longer-innocent teen. “You want to go first, Jerry?” The breaded silver-haired bear of a man, Ben asked his partner. “Naw, you can stretch the lil' slut out,” chuckled the silver-haired Jerry, as he presented his almost Monster-can thick seven-inch cock to Adam to be worshiped by his mouth. “Want to see if he can handle a man’s cock,” the bearded bear replied with a smirk. “I’ll open him up for you then,” laughed the bearded bear, as he coated his cock with the leaking pinkish jizz. He was not long at six-and-a-half, but his thickness challenged most bottoms they shared. He couldn’t believe he was getting to fuck such a beautiful, barely eighteen-year-old. This was going to be a fuck to remember. “Here,” said Dean as he handed Ben a nice-sized shard. “Keep him powered up until we slam him in the sling room.” “You're going to put him in the sling room?” The twenty-two-year-old rugby player asked as he stroked his thick seven-inch cock. “You might want to hit him with some more impact,” it’s gonna hurt at first til Tina hits him,” laughed Ben. He continued after pushing the shard in deep. “Yeah, I plan to after you finish with him,” Dean replied with a smirk. “Can’t hog him all night, it’s only fair to share him and give him what he didn’t realize he wanted,” chuckled Dean, as he stroked his thick eight inches. “He wanted fucked, so going to help him get all the dick he wanted, after all, what twink isn’t a cumslut at heart. “FUCK!” howled Adam and Ben, each for their own reason. Adam for being painfully stretched open, while Ben for the tightness of Adam’s tight boy cunt. “I’d like to fuck him in there if you don’t mind,” smirked the twenty-two-year-old, as he watched the sixty-five sink his thick cock deep inside the eighteen-year-old. “OH, GOD!” Adam moaned as his eyes rolled back, as he was stretched wider than he thought possible. Before he had completely adjusted, the older bear began withdrawing, then suddenly slammed back inside. The cock fucking him wasn’t as large as the first two men's, but it slowly began to feel better and better. His ass began to hunger for the thick cock to use his hole. “That’s right slut, I’m your new god,” chuckled Ben. Jerry began forcing his cock in Adam’s mouth, enjoying how the teen’s moans felt against his thick seven inches. While the boy could only get a small part of his Monster-can thick dick in his mouth, the eighteen-year-old knew how to use his tongue. He was slurping down the flowing precum from Jerry’s cock as though he couldn’t get enough. “Yeah, you can fuck the cumslut in the sling room. You want me to slam him there or before?” Dean asked the handsome rugby player. “You can do it here. I’ll carry him over and put him in the sling, and slam right in him,” chuckled the twenty-two-year-old. “God…damn… this…is…good…pussy,” panted Ben as he pounded Adam like a human Fleshlight. Dean grinned as he watched these poz men fucked the innocent neg eighteen-year-old. He wondered when they would start telling him they were pozzing him. Dean was looking forward to seeing Adam’s reaction. “SHIT,,,LET…ME…BREED…THE…SLUT!” Jerry panted, pulling out of Adam’s mouth. Ben quickly pulled out of Adam’s hole, making room for his long-time partner. “FUCK!” Jerry howled as he slammed inside the cumslut and began unloading his poz load the neg bitch beneath him. “SHIT! …SO GOOD!” Jerry pants as he works his load into a pink forth, before pulling out. “Thanks…Hon,” grinned the sixty-year-old silver-haired bear at his lover. “No prob, lover,” said Ben as he slid back inside Adam. “This is such a good pussy.” “OH…FUCK…ME!” Adam begged Ben. “Give me your load!” He needed more jizz in his ass. It made fucking so much better. Ben grinned evilly as he pumped in and out harder and faster, nearing his own climax. “Beg for my charged load slut!” Ben commanded Adam. He needed the eighteen-year-old to beg for his poz load. “Beg!” “Breed me!” Adam begged the bear fucking him so good. “Breed my pussy! He continued wanting the man’s load. “Beg for my charged load,” Ben commanded. “GIVE…ME…YOUR…CHARGED…LOAD!” Adam howled as his own climax hit hard. “BREED…ME!” His load plastered his 5’6”, 120 lbs. from his chest into his hair with his face looking like a glazed donut. The men in the room grinned at one another as Adam begged for a poz load. Before long, they’ll have the eighteen-year-old twink actually begging to be poz, they thought. Dean was pleased with how everything was going this night. Once the bear bred the cumslut he’d slam the twink again. He suspected the rugby player was going to really get off fucking the small teen in public. “TAKE…IT…SLUT!” Ben roared as he fired his toxic load deep inside the small teen pinned beneath him. “FUCKIN…SO…GOOD!” “Having fun?” Dean asked the cum-covered teen. Adam grinned up at Dean, “Yeah, I’m having a ball.” “Well, let’s get you spun nicely, and you can take some more charged loads,” Dean said as he took a syringe. “Hold still, or it’s gonna hurt,” he said as the rugby player tied an elastic band around Adam’s arm. Before he could say anything, Dean had darted him and pulled off the elastic band. Adam coughed hard before he was suddenly hit by a huge wave of pleasure which centered around his ass. He needed more cock, and he needed it now, “Fuck me! Someone fuck me!” he begged. “I think he’s ready for his introduction to the sling room,” grinned Dean as the rugby player picked Adam up in his arms. “Oh, you’re going to get more cock cumslut,” chuckled the twenty-two as he carried Adam out of Dean’s room. “I think you’re going to enjoy a nice audience, though, for them. I know I will.”

This bottom pictures I have stealthed so many times and he is so clueless always condom paranoid and so fucking stupid I have fucked other guys cum from condoms into his faggot pussy and he’s none the wiser fuck so hot

Part 4 Chad stumbled out of the bathroom, his legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. The steam from the shower clung to him, his body still damp and flushed. He pushed open the door to the bedroom he shared with Jake, his mind a fog of exhaustion, lingering pleasure, and a gnawing pit of guilt. He just wanted to collapse into bed and pretend the last few hours hadn't happened. But the person in the bed wasn't Jake. It was Asha. For a disorienting second, Chad thought he'd walked into the wrong room. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. No, this was their room. Their stuff was scattered about. But Jake was gone. In his place was the large, muscular form of the Arab man, propped up against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on Chad. "What happened?" Chad asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Where's Jake?" Asha's expression was unreadable, a mixture of annoyance and something else, something darker. "He woke up. Got dressed. Packed his bag. We had a... discussion." He shrugged, a gesture that was both casual and menacing. "He was angry. He'll get over it." A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "I could hear Andrew fuck you in the shower. The walls aren't that thick. Was that fun?" Chad's face burned. He couldn't meet Asha's gaze, but he couldn't deny it. He just nodded, a small, ashamed movement. "Good," Asha rumbled. He patted the empty space on the bed beside him. "I want that ass again, Chad." He pulled back the sheet, exposing his body in the dim light. His cock was rock hard, a thick, imposing shaft of dark flesh rising from a nest of black curls. A bead of clear fluid glistened at the tip, leaking down the head. "Come suck me." The command was direct, absolute. It bypassed all of Chad's confusion and fear and went straight to his core. He found himself moving, his feet carrying him to the bed as if in a trance. He crawled onto the mattress, his body still humming, and knelt beside Asha. He leaned down and took Asha's cock into his mouth. The taste was clean, masculine. Asha was verbal from the start, his hands tangling in Chad's damp hair. "That's it, boy," Asha groaned, his hips pushing up slightly. "Take it. Show me how much you missed this cock." Chad sank lower, taking him deeper, his tongue swirling around the thick shaft. He loved the weight of it on his tongue, the sheer presence of it. "You look so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth." Chad pulled back, gasping for air, and immediately moved up to kiss Asha. He craved it. He pressed his lips against Asha's, his tongue seeking entry. The kiss was deep and hungry. Chad loved the feel of Asha's thick, coarse beard against his smooth face, the scratchy burn a thrilling contrast to the softness of his lips. It felt real, masculine, and utterly intoxicating. He kissed him again and again, losing himself in the sensation, his guilt暂时 forgotten in the face of such overwhelming desire. "I need to be inside you," Asha growled against his mouth. "Ride me." Chad didn't hesitate. He straddled Asha's powerful thighs, positioning himself over the thick, hard cock. He reached down and guided the head to his hole, which was still slick and open from Andrew's fucking. He thought about Asha's beautiful, hard cock pushing into him, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he lowered himself onto it. The stretch was exquisite. Asha filled him completely, a perfect, thick pressure that sent jolts of pleasure through his entire body. Chad began to move, rising and falling, establishing a rhythm. Asha's hands gripped his hips, guiding him, but letting him set the pace. "Fuck, yes," Asha breathed, his eyes locked on Chad's. "Look at you. Taking what you want. Ride my cock, Chad. Make yourself feel good." Chad's hands came to rest on Asha's broad, hairy chest. He loved the feel of it, the thick, springy hair under his palms, the hard muscle beneath. He massaged Asha's pecs, his thumbs brushing against the dark nipples, which hardened under his touch. He was in control, dictating the depth and speed of their union, but he was also completely possessed. The guilt was still there, a dull ache in the back of his mind, but it was drowned out by the raw, physical reality of the moment. All that mattered was the thick cock inside him, the hairy chest beneath his hands, and the deep, commanding voice in his ear. He was lost to it, to the pleasure, to the power, to the beautiful, dangerous man who had completely upended his life in a single night. He rode Asha harder, faster, chasing an orgasm that he knew would shatter him, and he didn't care about the consequences. He just wanted more. The rhythm became their world. Chad rose and fell, his thighs burning with the effort, his body slick with sweat. His own cock was rock hard, trapped between their bodies, rubbing against the coarse, thick hair of Asha's stomach with every bounce. The friction was incredible, a delicious, constant stimulation that had him leaking a steady stream of clear fluid onto Asha's skin. They both watched it. Their eyes were locked on the sight of Chad's smaller, harder cock sliding through Asha's dark thatch of hair, leaving a glistening trail. It was hypnotic. "Look at that," Asha's voice was a low, guttural rumble, thick with lust. "You're so fucking hard for me, aren't you? You love this hairy body, don't you? Love riding my cock." He gripped Chad's hips tighter, his thumbs pressing into the flesh. "Tell me what you want, Chad. Tell me you want my hot cum deep inside you." Chad could only manage a breathless moan, his head thrown back, his mouth open. He was bouncing faster now, chasing the sensation, his movements becoming more erratic. "Yes," he finally gasped out. "I want it. I want your cum." Asha just smiled, a wide, predatory grin. He was enjoying this immensely, watching the younger man lose all control on top of him. "That's my boy," he encouraged, his voice a low chant. "Ride it. Take it all. Make yourself cum on my cock." Chad could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, a tingling heat that spread through his entire pelvis. He was right on the edge. Asha could feel it, too, in the way Chad's body tensed, in his desperate, broken cries. "I'm going to shoot inside you," Asha growled, his own hips beginning to thrust up to meet Chad's downward plunges. "I'm going to fill you up. Right... now." That was it. That was all Chad needed. The words, the promise, the feeling of Asha's cock swelling inside him. His body went rigid. A strangled cry tore from his throat as his orgasm exploded through him. Without ever touching himself, his cock began to spurt, shooting a massive, thick rope of cum that flew through the air and landed right on Asha's face, a white stripe across his cheek and lips. Asha roared, a primal sound of pure ecstasy. The sight of Chad's orgasm, the feel of his ass clamping down like a vise, sent him over the edge. He slammed his hips up, burying himself to the hilt as he came, his hot seed pumping deep into Chad's already flooded ass. As the last pulses of his orgasm subsided, Asha's tongue darted out, slowly and deliberately licking Chad's cum from his own lips. The taste was electric. Chad's strength gave out completely. He slid off Asha's softening cock and collapsed face-first onto the bed beside him, his limbs splayed, his body trembling. He was panting, his face buried in the pillows, a boneless, sated wreck. "Wow," Asha breathed, his chest heaving. He rolled onto his side and began to gently rub Chad's back, his large hand moving in slow, soothing circles over the smooth, sweat-slicked skin. Chad felt the last of his tension melting away under the touch, his consciousness starting to drift. Asha leaned in close, his voice a soft whisper against Chad's ear. "I know it's crazy," he murmured, his tone completely different now, stripped of its earlier aggression, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. "I feel like I've known you forever. And I feel like I'm falling in love with you." Chad was too far gone to process it, the words washing over him like a warm wave. "You sleep now, Chad," Asha said softly, continuing to rub his back. "We still have a few hours before we have to check out." Chad didn't respond. He was already asleep, his body exhausted and his mind a chaotic, blissful mess, dreaming of dark eyes, coarse beards, and the feeling of being completely and utterly filled. Stay tuned for part 5

Just getting in from taking my partners best friends poz cock for 4 hours and 3 other anon guys he pimped me out to. Some blank profile hit me up on sniffies on my way home so I of course met him at the cruising spot near by and took him raw. 8 loads in total,gonna wake the clueless dicklet bf up by riding him and slopping up his cock before he "accidentally" slips out of my slack, used up community cunt right before he cums and gets a nice ruined orgasm. At least he helped his friend out 🤣

I got home. I went into my room and changed into shorts and tshirt. I went into the kitchen to get some water and Rick came out of his bedroom. He was in his thin white shorts and tank top. "Good evening boy. You have a fun night?" he said "Hi Daddy. Yes it was a fine." I said "Why so gloomy?" he asked "I just miss you and can't wait for tomorrow and..." I said "....you fuck that kid?" I continued He laughed, "No boy. He was a no show." he said I smiled" Good. I want those balls full of your seed Daddy so you can knock me up tomorrow" I said nuzzling up to him and grabbing his semihard cock thru his thin shorts. He leaned down and kissed me. "I could take you right now" he said "Please I want that so bad Daddy" I replied He grabbed my ass as he kissed my and stuck one of his fingers up my hole. My ass squeezed it. He pulled out his finger and tasted it. "Fuck boy you are wet down there and I can smell your taint. Your horny aren't you." he said his hands all over my ass "yes Daddy I am so horny right now. I want you to fuck me so much my ass is wet" I said "Your what" he said "My pussy is wet for your cock" I said "That's right you have a pussy now boy. A cunt for breeding. I am going to breed you tomorrow night. Remember what I said. We want to make sure I am the one to knock you up right." he said "Yes Daddy. I want you to be the father of my baby" I said looking into his eyes and he leaned down and kissed me so tenderly. He made me feel so good. So secure, beautiful, sexy, wanted. No judgement. And he helped me explore my sexuality and my body and it's needs and desires. "I plan to. Now tell me about your day" he said I told him about going to the bathroom and the gloryholes there. Then how I got felt up and sucked more cock at the bar. I told the how some of the men could smell my cunt and I was "ovulating" and horny. I told him that was weird cause I am not a woman and how could they smell my ass. I corrected myself and said pussy. "Cause they can. Our bodies emit certain smells and pheromones especially when we are horny both men and women. You can have a certain smell some men especially tops who fuck a lot of guys. We can smell when a bottom is horny. " he said He went on to explain how he can tell when he is with another man. "I guess so. I am so horny. When the guys fingered my my pussy just started to throb and grab their finger. They told me that I was sucking it in. Then they smelled their finger." I said. My cock was rock hard and leaking with all this talk. Rick then took me to the couch bent me over and took off my shorts. He then leaned and inhaled my ass. "Fuck boy your scent is strong"he said He played with my hole just inside my opening. "Fuck boy you are wet." he said Then he dived in and started to eat me out. I moaned loudly and pushed back on his mouth. He ate me and fingered my for only a minute but I almost came. He pulled off my ass. "That's enough boy. I might jump on you and fuck you right now but we need to make sure you are not already pregnant." he said and slapped my ass and stood up. My cock leaked precum all over the couch and I licked it up. He kissed me and said to go to bed and wished me pleasant dreams. How could I sleep now?

I decided I had enough and washed up in the bathroom and left. As I walked up the stairs and got to the main mall level another guy, late 50's bear walked buy and winked at me. He turned and looked me up and down as I passed. I was tempted to go back to the bathroom but decided to walk to my car and leave. My friends texted my when I got to my car and so I met them at a bar across town. I got there. It was a bit run down bar in the sketch part of town. I went inside and it was a mixed crowd. It was a bit older with many of the patrons over the age of 30 and quite a few over 40 and 50 years old. There were some college kid groups like ours but also one or two couples and several gay male couples and also what looked like gay older guys hanging out at the bar. I asked my friends why did we come here and they said they had cheap drinks. Beers were $3 and shots $4 vs the college area bars were $5-6 for beers and $6-9 for shots. They also had a cocktail special going for $6 which was super cheap. They also had cheap bar good. We hung out, drank, ate, played darts. It was a cool vibe. Once in a while I could feel the stare of some of the older guys hanging at the bar and the table near us. The waiter also was gay with his pride earrings. He was handsome older guy white buzz but hair late 50's. He was wearing a tight tank top and cut jean shorts. He smiled each time when I gave my drink order. He also kept staring at me and checking out my shorts which were my usual running shorts. Today they were light grey and on the shorter side but not booty shorts. 3-4" inseam which a small slit on the side. We kept drinking, eating cheap pizza and taking shots. The rest of my friends went to go play pool upstairs so I just hung at our table eating as I got there late. I started to feel the buzz of the shots. As I ate the waiter brought over a shot to me. "Here you go this is on me" he said "Thank you" I said "Cheers" he said taking a shot for himself too. I took the shot. It was really strong. "What was that" I asked "151 and whiskey" he said smiling I started to feel the buzz get stronger. He put his hand on my back trying to steading me. "You ok" he said "Yeah i'm fine" I said He just hand his hand on my back and now on my lower back rubbing it. "Just take it easy. I will take care of you baby" he said smiling "Thank you I" said. Those words made me melt and I was still horny from the bathroom. His other hand now was on my thigh caressing it. Then sliding to my inner thigh in that sensitive area. A light moan escaped my lips and my legs automatically opened. We were towards the back of the bar so no one could see what he was doing. "Oh baby someone is ready aren't they. I saw you been looking at my ass and chest. Even peeked at my cock huh" he said I softly nodded. His hand was now between my legs and his finger in my ass. "Ohh shit your wet. Your pussy is dripping" he said in my ear. He pushed in deeper rubbing my prostate and I let out another moan and started to breath harder. The he pulled his finger out and stood back. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. "Ok let me know if you need anything else" he said smiling and then walked away My cock was rock hard and leaking right now. I needed to use the bathroom so went to the men's room. I was three urinals and two stalls. The stalls were full so I went to the stall. As I started to close it a guy pushed the door in. He was at the bar and one of the guys checking me out. He pulled down his zipper and pulled out a nice 7" cock. "Get down boy. I know you want it." he said I got down on my knees and started to suck him. Thoughts of one of my friends walking in and seeing me thru the gap in the partition scared me but I wanted his cock. "Yeah your good cocksucker. I saw you looking at me. You saw me looking at your skanky ass didn't you" he said I nodded and sucked him. Working his cock with my mouth, tongue and throat and hands he finally let loose a huge cum in my mouth about 6 spurts or warm cream. I lathered it in my mouth around his cock and swallowed. "Fuck I have never cum so quick with a bj. I want your pussy now boy" he said "No sorry just bj." I replied He grabbed my ass and with his other pushed finger in me. My ass squeezed. "Oh fuck this is a tight wet cunt you got there. It wants my cock, I can feel it" he said pushing his finger deeper in me. I moaned. "Your a fucking bitch in heat. Your cunt is ovulating" he said I could see his lust in his eyes. I thought I better leave before I go too far. I stepped away and pulled his hand away from my ass. "Lick it bitch" he said I licked his fingers. "Fucking slut you are. Your cunt is ripe. You sure you don't want this. He was stroking his hard cock. I did want it but I wanted Rick and his seed and to get pregnant. "Sorry I need to leave" I said I opened the door and as I was walking out of the stall the waiter walked in. He could see me leaving with a man still in there. He smiled and said" Want more" he said. "Maybe next time, thank you. I have to leave now" I said I went upstairs told my friends I had to go and gave them money for the tab. I got home around 10pm.

I think I've posted something similar to this in the past, when I have thought about visiting Chicago myself for a sex weekend. I've recently hooked up with an otter/sub and he is wanting to go to Chicago so that we can rent a room and I can run ads for him to be used, bred, fed, serve as a urinal, and whatever else his kinky mind thinks if. I'm going to try it a Cumunion weekend so that if the room thing does not work out he get loads that way. He will be caged and in his hood for some of the time. It will be a no loads refused type of thing for him. I am planning on taking him to a few bookstores/gloryholes as well. I'm planning on staying at the Heart of Chicago. I've stayed there twice - when I was wanting loads. It was ok I guess - only 3 loads each time. I know that fact -v- fantasy is usually more fact, but I'm hoping if I start planning something now it could be more successful. I'm thinking about the first weekend of May. Any suggestions would be great. I'm going to post on BBRT. Any other suggestions? He's also up for being filmed - as long as he's in his hood. If any Chicago tops, bottoms, verse and of course, SEX PIGS want to start communicating about this event, please feel free to do so. Thanks .

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So jealous I didn’t / don’t have a mentor and gifter like Rick in my life… I’m looking forward to the next chapters already !!!

The countdown to Dan's first unprotected breeding by Rick is down to just hours, and Dan is experiencing conflicting feelings, worry--about getting and the consequences of HIV--and excitement, about finally bonding with Rick by carrying Rick's strain and DNA in his body forever. As Rick says, it's normal and okay to have these feelings. I believe Dan's worry comes from his concern of "losing" Rick's love. Rick reassures Dan that, no matter the outcome of Dan's test, Rick will always love him. Furthermore, if Dan had other gay sex partners before Rick, I believe he would not be as insecure about being loved by Rick. Looking forward to the next chapter in Dan's poz journey. Thank you, @mancocofor superb writing that keeps readers' attention.

Such a hot story

A gaelic football player Last night , I'm cleaning changing rooms at the local club and when I was finished a guy asked me to drink something with him . Tought we would go to the local pub but no we went to his home . After a couple of beers he came closer and closer to me and started touching me and I did like it .he asked if I wanted some more nude fun together and I didn't had any problems with that idea .I had to undress myself and he came in with some toys and did tied up long story to keep short , he took a electric tens unit out of the box and did wiree up , switched the thing on and started playing with it from a nice feeling to a nasty pain and went on with that for more than a hour and that was 3 of my last loads of yesterday night. Soon I will go back to him for more fun , has more toys I would like he said

Thank you for everyone's response 😉 I'll for sure be checking out Lab, Boiler and Bull. I can't wait to be flooded with loads and my holes used.

Chapter 9 - A New Jordyn It was hard to believe it had all happened. It surprised him that he hadn't crashed on his drive home; his mind had been so filled with the events of the afternoon and evening. People and places he had never really believed he would experience; so different to all that had gone before in his sheltered, protected, young life. The lies to his parents had come easily when he had finally got back. They had swallowed them but they wouldn't always. Not that it mattered. He knew he wouldn't need to lie too much longer. Soon the real truth would be out there, undeniable and irreversible. Jordyn shivered a little as he sat on his bed. Jerome had that video of him sucking cock. The man had also taken a photo of his I.D. and so knew his real name, his home address, the college he attended. It had been so stupid of him. He really was at Jerome's mercy now. Jordyn knew what the man wanted from him and also knew what Jordyn himself had asked for. Now Jerome wouldn't accept less - Jordyn understood that as surely as he had ever understood anything. He was trembling now. It couldn't be real. It had to be one of his horny dreams and he would soon wake up, just as frustrated and desperate as ever. Except he felt the pressure, the painful restriction from his little dicklet as it strained to get hard. He checked his door was closed and then eased down his pants. There was the proof that this was no dream. It was as real as sin. He saw the pair of frilly pink girl's panties and as he pulled them off he saw the cage on his little penis. It wanted to get hard but the cage wouldn't let it and that felt strange and restrictive and - right. The key was in his pocket where Jerome had dropped it before driving off. There was a little bottle of lube too - a present from the Black man. Though he knew he'd end up paying for anything the man gave him - paying with his sweet little femboy pussy. The shivers of fear had become shivers of excitement. Nothing had ever got him horny like thinking about Jerome and Wolf and what they would do to him. They and their friends. How many friends? He'd just be a piece of lovely little fuckmeat to them - a sacrifice to their potent masculinity. They'd use him and they'd ruin him. Without hesitation, sympathy or mercy. Jordyn's hand shook as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the lube. He left the key where it was. He was horny as fuck and he knew the rules - when he was horny or with Jerome he had to wear the cage. This wasn't about his dicklet it was all about his hole. Making it ready for real men to ruin. He lubed up his fingers and gently pushed one into his own ass. It felt good, not as good as when Jerome had done it but good none the less. He pushed a little harder and felt a slight discomfort. He let his mind go back to being bent over the garbage behind a seedy porn store. He let the horniness and pleasure wash into and merge with any pain. That was the cocktail he wanted and needed. The special place Jerome had first taken him to. There would be many more experiences like that - he had so much to learn. Jordyn's finger was joined by another and he was fingering his hole hard and fast when his clitty shot its load into the cage. He knew he could go on if he wanted but perhaps not tonight. Now he needed to take the cage off and clean it and himself. There would be many more times in the future now that he knew how a faggy femboy like himself was meant to cum. Now he knew just how right it felt. *** He was outside the store early the next afternoon. It was still locked and no-one was there. He waited for five minutes until another vehicle arrived and a feminine figure got out to unlock the door, sending him a bright little wave. "You must be Jordyn. I'm Spice - we have a couple of hours before opening. Don't look so nervous sweetie." Spice was an inch or two taller than Jordyn and perhaps a year or two older. She had a rather gawky gothic presence and Jordyn had to admit that he found her a little intimidating. Her hair was peroxide-blonde leaving obvious dark roots and her scarlet lipstick and dark eye-makeup were very obvious against her pale skin. She wore her white blouse open at the neck to reveal a heavy Black leather collar that matched her boots and her knee-length skirt. Once inside Spice hung up her combat jacket and turned to examine Jordyn more carefully. She frowned a little. "You normally wear that outfit?" Jordyn nodded. "That's a waste sweetie. We can do a lot better than that!" Jordyn felt confused and a little alarmed as Spice began to undress him. He didn't know what to do. Spice wore her look well but Jordyn had never been into girls. Nevertheless he hadn't the confidence to say 'no' or to resist as she rapidly stripped him down to his pink panties. "You might like to take those off yourself," said Spice with a devilish little smile, "you've such a cute little body I might not be able to keep my hands off you." Jordyn looked at her like a rabbit caught in the headlights and the girl laughed again, a strangely brittle sort of laugh. "C'mon sweetie - we have work to do!" Jordyn obeyed without further hesitation. Even a girl like this seemed able to dominate him. Now he was naked and feeling very vulnerable. Spice wasn't pleased. "You must be very new." A pale finger pointed at Jordyn's limp penis. "Why would I want to see that? Where's your cage?" Jordyn found it and secured it in place - he had practised a couple of times the previous night and so it was easy, especially since the shop wasn't exactly warm. Spice beamed with pleasure, her light blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "You are so lucky. That cage makes it look like you haven't got a dick at all." She lifted her skirt. "I'm bigger so I have to make do with one of these." Jordyn's eyes almost popped out of his head. Spice wore a little pink plastic cage that wasn't flat like his but rather formed the shape of a penis. "You're a man," he blurted out. "Fuck that," said Spice. "I'm a girl and don't you forget it. Just I'm a girl with something extra." Jordyn had been fooled entirely. Even now looking carefully he could barely see the young man Spice had once been - before she had become her true self. "You look amazing," was all Jordyn could say. A pleased grin replaced the momentary annoyance that had been on Spice's face. "Thanks sweetie and now we need to get to work. You have preferences or should I just give you what Jerome prefers?" "What Jerome likes." The answer came automatically. It was weird but Jordyn felt a kindred spirit with Spice, a closeness he hadn't really felt with anyone before. It was clear Spice was being herself and didn't give a fuck what anyone thought about it. Jordyn wished he could be like Spice - perhaps with her help he could be. "I've known Jerome a while but Lewis made sure he knew I'm a lesbian. How on earth did you meet him?" That question carried an implicit sub-text. 'How did a vanilla normie like you meet a man like Jerome?' Jordyn didn't like that - people hadn't understood who he was for all his young life. He wanted Spice to understand. "We met online. I asked Jerome to ruin me." Spice had the natural air of a person who very few things surprised. However, she was surprised now. "You really asked him that?" "I need someone to take charge and help the world understand the real me. I need to be with a group of dominant men who know how to ruin me, on camera, so no-one can ever deny who I really am again. I need to be destroyed. Do you think Jerome can do that?" "You've met him haven't you - what do you think? Did he fuck you?" Jordyn shook his head. "No - he took me to meet a man called Wolf." Actually to be shown to a man like Wolf but that didn't sound so good. Spice sniffed a little. "Wolf is OK so long as you understand he'd sell that sweet hole of yours to a bunch of smelly homeless guys in an instant. Well, cute like you are if Jerome didn't fuck you its because he has plans for you. Think all you asked for - plus anything extra he can think up." Her eyes seemed to bore into his very soul. "It wouldn't be the first time - though usually they don't come begging for it. You really sure that's what you want?" "More sure than anything." He felt his lip tremble at the admission. Spice took his hand in hers - a welcome gesture of support. "Well if you're sure. At least I can ensure that when you get trashed you'll look fucking gorgeous!" Jordyn returned her smile. It felt good to tell someone who he really was and it felt even better that Spice didn't try to 'talk sense' to him. He had enough stupid doubts and fears without having other people loading theirs onto him. Then Spice got to work. *** If you wanted to learn then you went to someone who knew. Spice rapidly ran Jordyn through all the tedious necessities of preparing himself for his men. Keeping his body nice and smooth and hairless, keeping his hole nice and clean and fresh, what he could use to prepare his tight little femboy hole for its grand opening. She packed up a little set of toys and lube for him to work with. Then a set of exercises to keep his trim little twink body and that bubble booty both at their best However, first Spice had helped him find a new look. Jordyn had let his hair grow a little longer and Spice had tutted and fussed and styled it. Just a few changes but they made a difference. Then the outfit. Spice had found him some black and white sneakers, long black socks that came up to just above his knee, a short-sleeved grey crop top with a low neckline and a pair of black booty shorts to cover his pink frilly panties. Jordyn looked in the full-length mirror and felt something he couldn't remember feeling before. He felt that he was looking at himself - his real self. A boy, yes, but not a boy that fitted into the macho masculine stereotype. "Will you wear that to college tomorrow?" Spice's question was a loaded one. Dread swept through Jordyn. He'd never be able to go home like this, to go to college like this! He just looked at Spice and his look told her what she expected. "Baby steps sweetie. But it's a shame - you look so fucking cute! Meantime you can surely do better than that horrible look you had when you got here." Spice taught him how a boy could be himself - even under the noses of others. How he could wear his leggings or even sheer hose under his pants and how those pants could be of a more feminine cut. How an over-sized hoodie could hide wearing a girl's shirt underneath or even something more obviously meant for females. How color could make such an impact. How he could use clear lip-gloss and nail polish and wear subtle jewellery - again hidden by his clothing. Baby steps, as Spice said, but his first steps. There was so much to learn but it was so exciting! "You can be as feminine or just as much of a femboi as you like - just get to where you feel comfortable, to where you feel yourself. Not everyone can be quite as fabulous as me after all!" Spice's elfin face beamed at him in the mirror. She had enjoyed playing dress up with him. "Just ease those shorts off again sweetie." Jordyn dropped the little black booty shorts and then felt her hands on him as he leaned over to push the shorts down. Long black-painted finger-nails on his hips and then the feeling of warm breath on his butt. "Since I got you nice and clean it seems a waste not to enjoy such a delicious booty." Jordyn's whole body reacted as he felt the warm wetness of a tongue where no tongue had been before. It felt amazing and it only got better as Spice spread his cheeks and began to go to town on eating his ass. Sensations Jordyn had never even imagined let alone experienced. He arched his back and thrust his butt out to encourage more of Spice's talents. He closed his eyes and felt his whole body shudder in appreciation - savoured the restricting pressure of his cage that now comprised his sexual arousal. It was so exciting, so stimulating, such a new experience. It could only end one way. Jordyn gasped loudly, his breath reduced to ragged almost sobs, as his clitty dribbled through its cage. The stimulation of his hole ended and he heard Spice's little laugh. "You cum like that before?" Jordyn told her and Spice was delighted. "That's cool - can I see the video. I bet you looked great!" "I didn't take a video." Spice frowned and shook her head in semi-mock disapproval. "Always film yourself sweetie. How are you going to get all those cocks you are wanting if you don't advertise? Let me show you." Spice fetched her phone and tapped through to an account on a site Jordyn had seen before. Pictures and videos of Spice herself. In various dress or undress, with other women, trans or otherwise. "Check out the followers," said Spice proudly. "I've got a paid tier too but you just need to get yourself out there at the moment. The rest follows." She checked out the look on Jordyn's face and laughed again. "It's easy! Give me your phone." A couple of minutes later and there was an account set up simply as 'BoiFagBarbie'. The young man followed his new friend's advice and posed for a picture or two in his new outfit. Then with his shorts pulled down and his back arched to push out that bubble booty of his - just as he had when Spice had been eating him out. Spice used his phone again and then returned it. "See the 'post' button - press it and those images will be online for the world to see - well some of the pervier parts of it anyway." She looked at him and Jordyn could see that Spice was in no doubt that he would press that button. He still couldn't help saying, "Is it a good idea?" "Well," she answered, "it is if you want to get that sweet little hole of yours well and truly fucked." Jordyn pressed the button. *** Back home it was again hard to imagine that it had been real. He knew just what his parents and their friends would think of someone like Spice. But at the time it had all felt so right. The shaving, the prep work, the dressing up, learning the exercises. It had all felt so right - so relevant to who he really was in a way that college never had. He fetched his phone and found that site. His pictures looked good and he saved a copy of each. Then he went to the BZ and posted the same pictures there in a new gallery. He gave it a title. 'Doesn't this sweet hole just need to be WRECKED!' That evening as he ate his meal he couldn't get his mind off those pictures and the men who would be checking them out even now. Spice hadn't been worried about hiding who he was. His face was right there on screen in most of them. Anyone could see him there. It was so fucking exciting! Did his parents notice anything? Perhaps - but he didn't much care. As soon as possible he was back in his room with his door safely closed as he scrolled on his phone. There were responses. Quite a few responses. He was about to read them when a notification flashed on screen. It was Jerome! 'Saw the pics - I'm guessing that was Spice's idea. You got a busy day tomorrow?' It would be an important project day at college. He messaged back, 'No - why?' 'You need to be at the usual place at four and remember - that sweet little ass of yours belongs to me. Understand fag?' "Yes sir - I'll be there.' He saw Jerome log off the conversation. Had Jerome been pleased with him or had he been angry? It was hard to tell. What would happen tomorrow? He let the question drift out of his mind - that was for Jerome to decide. Meanwhile he had those responses to his pictures to read. ***

As a super loose human Hole of a sodomite, I will join the others and emphasize this post's importance. I am on asspig as well under JaredErikson.

Adam had just turned eighteen a few days before, but he knew he looked younger and that might be a problem. He pushed his long blond bangs out of his eyes and looked across the street at the door and the neon sign above it. The Edge’s sign flashed blue at a regular pace. He’d wanted to come to the bathhouse since he first learned of it when he was sixteen. Now he was legal and he wanted to go in, but was kind of scared of what actually went on inside. He seen all sorts of men go in during the fifteen minutes he had watched the door. He took a deep breath and walked across the street. Adam opened the door and was confronted by a heavy set man behind a security window. “One please,” he asked nervously handing the man a twenty. “ID kid,” the man asked looking hard at Adam. Adam handed him his driver’s license and waited. “Shit kid, you look sixteen if a day. You’re gonna be really popular tonight,” he chuckled handing Adam a towel, and a lock with a key on a wrist band. “No clothes allowed kid, only towels, ‘k?” "Sure,” Adam said beginning to get second thoughts about walking around with only a towel on for several hours. Before the man behind the glass buzzed Adam into the bathhouse another man entered. He was a good six foot tall, and a rock solid 285 lbs. His dark brown curly hair was cut short. The beginnings of a five o’clock shadow made him seem even more masculine that he already was. A hefty budge in his jeans only added to this image. Adam could feel himself start to get hard, as he stared at the man in awe. This was a man’s man without a doubt. Adam felt his six inches start to ooze pre-cum. “Dean you old dog, how the hell have you been? Long time no see.” “Not bad Jack, business has had me doing a lot of traveling the last few months putting out fires for the company. I’ve finally got some time off and looking to release some tension if you know what I mean.” He chuckled as he grabbed his crotch. “You want a room like usual?” “Sure, which one do you have available?” “How about 18?” the man grinned as he nodded towards Adam? “Lucky 18, always good for some fun,” he said looking at Adam. “Pig sling room booked yet tonight?” “Nah, want it?” “Yeah, let me have it too. I think I’ll have something to fill it before the night is over,” Dean said with a smirk. Jack buzzed the two men into the bath house. He was glad the bath had video cameras hidden all over the place. He was looking forward to seeing Dean pound the hell out of the hot looking eighteen year old twink. Jack knew the boy was in for the ride of his life tonight and when the twink left he would be a changed man in more ways than one. Adam didn’t know what to expect when he walked through the steel door into the bathhouse. The long hall way was dark with a dim light at the far end. He felt the large man come up next to him. “First time here?” Dean asked, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, I just turned eighteen a few days ago and wanted to see what it was like,” Adam said shyly. “Well, welcome to The Edge. I’m Dean,” he said extending his hand to the young twink he was looking forward to breeding. “Adam,” said the boy taking the man’s hand. “Don’t worry guy, I’ll be happy to show you around here. I know it can be a little intimidating the first few times, but once you’re used to it can be a lot of fun. Here let me walk you to your locker and you can put your stuff away and get changed,” Dean said being friendly. “It’s just like a gym locker room at school. Afterwards I’ll meet you back here in a few and we can walk around together. I have a room, so if you feel like the whole thing is a little much we can go back there until you’re ready to explore some more.” Dean walked off leaving Adam to change and put all his clothes in his locker. This felt a whole lot different to Adam, than changing in the locker room at school. There everyone generally tried to avoid looking at everyone’s junk, but here all the men were actively trying to make sure everyone saw it or were busy looking at other guys’ cocks and asses. Most of the men in and around the locker room and sauna were either hard or semi-hard. Adam was surprised there were so many different types of men here. Some were heavy-set and hairy, others almost skeleton thin, still others were built gym-rats. Surprisingly there as a fairly large amount of the men there were much older men, but many though were just average looking middle aged men. Adam was in the minority in that there seemed to be few young twinks and most of them seemed more interested servicing the older men rather than someone like him. There was a pretty good mixture of Afro-American, white and Hispanic men. Some of the much older men would wrap their towels around them tightly so you see their dicks like hard mounds under their towels. Others in better shape just threw their towels over their shoulders, so you could see their dicks pointing straight out or swinging like thick pieces of sausages between their legs. The men grinned and smiled at Adam as he took all his clothes off. More than once did the young twink catch some of the men stroking their dicks as they looked and his dick and ass. He felt like a piece of meat a pack of starving dogs was preparing to devour. Adam tried to wrap his towel completely around him but it was too small to stay wrapped completely closed. He was forced to hold the ends together with one hand. In the other hand he had a small baggie with rubbers in it. The most sexually Adam had managed to do in high school so far was jack off with a couple friends when they had been drunk after a few parties. Adam came close once to sucking off a band member during a football game in the fall under the bleachers, but in the end they both chickened out for fear of getting caught. The incident had left him hot and bothered for days and weeks afterwards. They would pass one another in the hallways, but were afraid to do anything. Adam didn’t want to graduate from high school in June still a virgin. Sure, this wasn’t the most romantic place to do it, but here were men, not boys, who would make sure he learned something about sex. He didn’t want to look foolish in bed with the first guy he slept with at college. So here he was, willing to lose his virginity here and hopefully would get to fuck a guy as well. That way he would 'know his way around a man in bed' so to speak. If he was lucky Dean, who was the hottest guy there, would be willing to do him. Dean returned a few minutes later dressed only in a towel and carrying a small bottle in his hand along with a pack of cigarettes. He was fully hard at the thought of breeding Adams tight eighteen year old ass. He figured the boy may have been fucked by some of his school mates, but never had a man up there yet. He wanted to make sure he changed that for Adam and be the first charged load of many before the night was over up his tight little twink neg ass. Dean knew the boy was a bit tense, but once he got the 1st hit of Tina in Adam that would all change. He hoped he might even be able to slam the boy making him a total slut begging for dick, and then put him in the pig sling room to make sure the boy left here pozzed up after being gangbanged all night. He loved stealthing young twinks where ever he went. He’d been stealthed at sixteen by someone else and figured it was only fair to share the gift with as many men as possible. Since he was constantly moving and taking trips for his job, Dean was able spread his gift world-wide to as many men as he could. Dean thought Adam looked so pure and angelic with his longish light blond hair, smooth pale skin and cute perky coral colored dime-sized nipples. He stood at about 5’6”, and 120 lbs. with bright blue eyes and Dean guessed he had a six inch average sized cock, uncut as Dean would discover. Though he didn’t play any sports, Adam stayed toned by skateboarding, which made him very desirable in the bathhouse as a fuck toy to be used and bred. “Let me give you a tour and then we can chill on patio for a bit,” Dean said admiring the sexy eighteen year old who would soon be getting his gift. Dean walked Adam around the bathhouse showing him the TV room, exercise machines, video room, glory holes, maze, showers and steam room. He could tell the men were jealous of him walking around with this hot twink. But in the end they would thank him when all of them had the chance to slide in the boy’s hot lil’ cunt and breed him. Otherwise only one man would be lucky enough to tap it and judging from the boy carrying a bag of rubbers would have to fuck him covered. Adam and Dean walked out on the dark patio and found a table in the back behind some tall ferns where they couldn’t be seen too well by others. Adam found Dean easy to talk to and soon found himself talking about the first hand job with his best friend. He later joined various other friends in beating off to porn videos and magazines. His best friend thinking it was too gay made them stop jerking off together and made a big effort in publicly getting a blow job from a well-known slut of a cheerleader. Going online and reading stories and watching videos was all in the end Adam had left to relive his needs. Finally now that he was eighteen he wanted to lose his cherry to an older more experienced man. Dean smiled to himself; this was going to be even more fun that he thought. He was going to get to take the twink’s cherry and poz him all at the same time. Dean realized Adam was interested in him because the teen kept adjusting his hard-on under the skimpy towel Jack had purposely given the teen. Soon once the eighteen year old was fucked up; Dean would have him walking around with the towel wrapped around his neck and not his waist. He wanted all the men in the bathhouse to see what they were going to get a chance to load up with their loads after he was finished with Adam. Dean decided it finally time to get the ball rolling and prepare to pop this cherry. He opened out the cigarette pack and pulled out a “T” laced joint and lit up taking a big inhale, before passing it to Adam. Adam didn’t normally smoke pot that often. He preferred to stay straight, so he could stay in control and focused on school. He wanted to get into NYU film school the next year after graduating and knew grades were important. Adam didn’t want to seem uncool in front of this hot stud of a man. He knew this man would be gentle with him if they had sex. He trusted Dean and knew the man would treat him right in bed. Plus he thought the weed would help him feel more relaxed when he got fucked for the first time. Dean at first thought he’d have to do some fast talking to get Adam to smoke the “T” laced joint as he watched the inner turmoil inside him, but the teen soon was smoking away. Dean took a couple more big hits and had Adam finish the rest of the large joint. He could see both the pot and “T” were starting to really work on the unsuspecting eighteen year old. Before Adam finished smoking the joint Dean took the roach from him. He took the last hit from him and leaned in to shotgun the last hit to Adam. With little effort he was soon kissing Adam passionately making the twink even hornier than before from smoking the joint. “Hey Adam, let’s go hang out in my room for a bit. We can watch a video while we relax,” Dean stood up and helped Adam stand up. He grabbed him and kissed the blond twink hard again causing the twink to drop his towel. Dean stroked the six inch dick causing Adam to moan into him. He grabbed the brown bottle and his pack of cigarettes taking Adam’s hand leading him to the room where he’d lose his cherry and take his first poz load. Adam pulled away from Dean heading back to the table. At first, Dean thought it was to grab the bag of rubbers, but Adam grabbed his dropped towel. To make sure Adam didn’t notice the rubbers, Dean wet his middle finger with spit and slid it home in Adam’s virgin cunt. He aimed for the eighteen year old's prostate, which, of course, caused Adam to gasp in pleasure. The “T” laced joint was already beginning to do its work and make Adam horny for cock. Dean worked Adam’s ass for a few minutes before pulling him to a standing position kissing him hard. He continued working the teen’s boy cunt as he kissed him deeply. Finally Dean pulled away smiling at now lust filled Adam. “Ready to go to my room?” he grinned, asking the latest in a long string of victims. “Hell yeah!” Adam panted excitedly. He had never been so horny after smoking a joint. Dean’s fingering felt even better than his own fingers. He desperately needed to feel this man inside him. He hoped Dean would be gentle since was so he was so large and Adam was still a virgin. He knew it would hurt at first but would feel better soon afterwards. Or at least that’s what all the stories on Nifty said. Dean made Adam wear his towel around his neck as they walked to his room. He wanted to do a little advertising for Adam’s later gangbang. He wanted Adam to walk out in the morning with his eighteen year old pussy dripping poz cum from being well fucked by as many men as possible. Dean played with Adam’s ass as they walked pass various men looking or having sex throughout the bathhouse on the way to his room. The poor twink was moaning like a slut and trying to force more of Dean’s fingers into his teen cunt even before they got to the room. Fortunately the walk to Dean's room was only a few seconds, and upon arrival, Adam was hornier than he had ever been in his life. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this man to fuck him and take his cherry. Dean maneuvered the eighteen year old boy to the bed and finally pulled his fingers from Adam’s hole. He stood over the panting lust filled eighteen year old boy. Dean knew the boy was ready for the next step in stripping away his innocence. Dean finally pulled off his towel exposing to Adam for the first time his red bull can thick cut eight inch fuck stick. The huge mushroom head with its large gold hoop piercing was nearly twice as wide as the cock was thick. Adam had never seen a cock that big or dangerous looking. He had no doubt when Dean finished with him Adam would know what it meant to be fucked. He knew he should be afraid of the dick, but there was an itch building deep inside his hole to feel Dean shoving it in him. It was like he was totally losing his inhibitions. Sure Adam knew some of his inhibitions were lowered by the weed, but this was different. It was like they weren’t even there anymore. Adam needed sex and needed it bad. Dean grabbed one of his famous “T” laced bottles of warming lube; it was time to prime Adam for his first breeding. end of part 1

I love having cum all over my face, in my beard, on my chest, and hopefully some left over to get fucked up my ass. I'd wear the cum proudly on my face and dripping from my ass on the street, in the bar, all the way home.

So the be tldr is that I fucked my dentist yesterday. My bf and I go in together to get our teeth cleaned. He does his checkup on me, pokes around and leaves. He shows up that night and said he knew I sucked a lot of cock. Apparently, giving head leaves little red sores in the back of your mouth or something. This old bastard first wanted "to see what the fuss was about" and I blew him. He stuck around and fucked me after a break. I don't know how I feel about knowing that the hygienist and dentist knows exactly what I'm up to. Haha

I jogged around a new area this time of the year. When I had moved to a new part of the city, I had discovered this area with its slopey hillsides and variety of tracks open and foresty parts that was actually quite close to where I lived now. While I was running up a hillside, I saw an extremely sexy guy come down the path towards me. Dark hair and eyes, tight shirt accentuating his muscled torso, a short beard, maybe around thirty – and when he came closer, he threw me a smile, went slower and waited on the side of the narrow way, so I could pass him better. I must have smiled back very appreciatively and said „Thanks man!“, passing him narrowly. „Sure buddy!“ he answered and then actually winked at me! I was thrown a little off guard, as I had never been so openly flirted with while running. I slowed my steps and my mind started racing about what to say or do, but when I opened my mouth, he thew me another smile and slowly went down the path I had just come up. I stared at his backside in his tight running shorts. „Damn!“ I muttered. Maybe I had overinterpreted his behavior? Well, nothing I could do about this now. While I hadn´t cum in a couple of days and had just realized through this how easily I got turned on at the moment, it wasn´t like I couldn´t have sex. At 26, I stood tall and fit, more lean than muscular, but when I invested some time, I could definitely have sex via the apps. I didn’t do that often though, I was more up for a relationship or at least building a connection in a bar or at a party and then see where it led. Well, no use thinking about that now. The guy had already left my field of view, so I turned around and continued up my path. When I reached the top of the hill, I had worked up little sweat and caught my breath. There wasn´t a good view here, since this hill was claimed by a lot of trees, but I trotted a bit alongside the hilltop to a place where I knew a fallen tree provided a great place to sit for a bit and enjoy – I stopped dead in my tracks when I rounded a corner and saw a guy sitting on the log and masturbating. What the fuck? He had thrown off his shirt and pants, sitting on the fallen tree and casually stroking his cock, eyes closed. He must have been only a little younger than me maybe. Light hair, a little blond stubble, lean and quite sexy, wearing only his running shoes and his white socks, sitting there just a few meters from me. I realized I had held my breath and so I exhaled - then shut my mouth as it came out more like a gasp. The guys´ eyes shot open and he looked straight at me. „Oh, haha, fuck!“ he exclaimed, an apologetic grin on his face. He stood up, but didn´t make a move to throw on his pants, just held a hand in front of his junk, the other one going behind his head, scratching the back of it while he shrugged. „I´m sorry man, just came up hear and realized how horny I was and… well…“ I stared at him for a second, then said „Uhm yeah, no worries, I… I´ll just look for another spot to sit and…“ I didn´t really know what to say. He was cute and turned me on, but I was so perplexed, my instinct was to get away. So I slowly started to turn away. „No man, please!“ the cutie exclaimed. I turned back and he had already run towards me, his cock bobbing with his steps, and now laid his left hand on my shoulder. „I´m sorry, I didn´t want to take your spot for myself. You can just sit here. If I hadn´t been wanking, you would have also come and sit together, right?“ I narrowed my brows for a moment. „Ah, yes…?“ „Right, so let´s just pretend that would have been the case, okay?“ he grinned, then took me by my arm and pulled me along. I didn´t offer any real resistance, too overwhelmed by the situation – and turned on by the guy, whose almost hairless ass was now just a meter in front of me. Fuck, I loved asses like that! He sat down on the log and let go of me, so I just sat down a bit away from him. He still wasn´t putting on his pants, but continued to cover his cock with his hand. „So what´s your name?“ he asked. “I´m Jared and you?“ „It might be a weird situation, but really nice to meet you Jared, I´m Ben!“ he said and grinned widely again. „It somehow just overcame me up here, this beautiful scenery and some hot guys here and there…“ he looked at me while he said that and the implication was clear. When I started to say something, I noticed that his right hand had changed from covering his junk to massaging it. „Uh… thanks man.“ I wanted to add a compliment, but a basic one seemed a bit too little, now that he was already stroking his cock in front of me. Ben was quicker though: „Seems like I´m not the only one who came up here horny today, hm?“ he chimed and slowly his left hand bridged the gap between us, caressed my hand on the tree for a second and then grasped my hard cock, that was forming a sizeable bulge in my thin running shorts. I gasped again. „Yeah… you could say that…“ I trailed off, mesmerized by his view and his hand working my cock hard. He scooted closer, looked into my eyes and brought his lips towards me. I leaned in and we passionately kissed, tongues intertwining after mere moments already. His other hand started to caress my neck, then his lips and tongue worked it for a moment, while his other hand pinched my nipple. My right hand was buried in his hair, while I put my left to work on his cock. It was a nice dick, moderately sized, while standing hard as rock and straight up. „Why don´t you remove those shorts sexy?“ he whispered into my ear and I immediately did so. I was still aware that we were quite in the open here, but the last times I hadn´t seen anybody around and… fuck it, that didn´t matter right now anyway! After I had pushed my running shorts and underwear down in one go, Ben continued to stroke my cock and licked his lips. „Fuck man, that´s a really nice cock!“ he exclaimed and I just laughed. He then went to his knees, a horny grin on his face, and before I could say a word, he engulfed my cock with his mouth. He didn´t waste any time, he just started sucking it all the way down, my glans entering his throat, and I gasped in surprise again. „Fuuuuck! That´s… wow!“ I just laughed. He withdrew and said „Well, we can do that, too, but first…“ and started sucking me off again. I let the implication linger, thinking about whether he might have come prepared for this with a condom, but then decided to enjoy his mouth instead and started guiding his head up and down my cock, sometimes forcing him to deepthroat and sometimes more facefucking him than him sucking me off. Every now and then I glanced around, but as expected, we were alone. We continued this for a few minutes and I slowly felt an orgasm build inside of me. Right then, Ben withdrew his mouth and stoop up again. I exhaled in frustration. „Uhh man, I could have almost come. That was awesome, maybe…“ he interrupted me „You should man! Come here and give me that cock!“ He leaned beside me onto the log, spitting into his hand and coating his hole in spit. I stood up, jacking my cock. I wouldn´t let that invitation pass, I was so fucking horny! „Sure man, do you have a condom?“ Ben made a face. „No man, sorry… but… you´re clean right? I really need you to fuck me, please! Would you…?“ and longingly looked at me. I decided in flash. „Yeah man, I am… Alright, fuck, I need that now!“ I muttered, as much to him as to myself. I stood behind him, putting my cock against his beautiful hole, framed by that sexy ass and slowly started pushing in. „Fuuuck yes!“ he purred. I didn’t hear any pain from him, so I continued to push. He was able to take my entire length slowly, but in one single go. „Yeees baby, that´s it! Fuck, your ass feels so nice!“ „And your cock, bare, inside of me!“ he answered, pushing even more against me. We quickly found a rhythm. I didn´t want to cum too fast, but also this shouldn´t last for long, we were still out here in the open. So I adjusted my pace and fucked his ass nice and hard, his hands reaching back, pulling on me, my world shrinking in on my cock and his hole. - Until I heard a rustling to the side. My head jerked up and I immediately saw the guy who had come down the path towards me before standing there, massaging his cock through his shorts with one hand and smoking a joint with the other. If I hadn´t heard him, the smell would have probably hit me a moment later. I was horrified to have been walked in on while having sex – but this guy seemed to enjoy the show, just nodding and grinning, while Ben seemed oblivious to it all and continued to fuck himself on my dick. It felt great. The other guy slowly stepped a little closer, until Ben seemed to hear him, too. His eyes shot open in confusion, but then he smiled and said „Hi Matt!“ „Hi Ben, looking great there under this sexy fucker…“ Wait, they knew each other?! „Don´t worry Jared, I´ve done this same thing with Matt here already. So no reason to be ashamed. And I think he likes you!“ „Oh, I definitely do! We saw each other on the way here and I went on, but then decided to come back and see if I would see him again. Well and that´s quite the perfect way to do so!” Matt laughed. He came even closer, now a mere meter away. “I wanted to tell you before, but you´re really hot Jared!” “So are you!” I could just say, grinning at him. I couldn´t believe this whole situation, I was still fucking Ben slowly. “I didn’t want to interrupt you guys, please continue… and if I´m making you uncomfortable by watching, maybe this will help?” he held out the joint to us, offering it. “Sure!” Ben said, taking it and having two deep draws from it, before holding it out to me. I shrugged, then took it. Probably not a bad idea, as I wasn´t sure how hard I could stay in this firework of emotions. I took two good draws as well and held it out to Matt again, but he already held a lighter and a kind of glas pipe in his hand that he heated, sucked on and exhaled a white cloud, when I let my smoke out, too. “It´s fine Jared, you can just finish it off, if you want to. I got this as well.” “Uh, okay, thanks. What is it though, never seen that?” I said, before taking another turn on the almost empty joint, while continuing to fuck Ben. This situation was so hot! And I already felt the pot relaxing me somewhat. “It´s called T, I had also never heard that name before somebody showed it to me. It´s not like pot, it has a more… exhilarating effect on the body and makes you really horny, too.” He said, taking another drag. The fat bulge in his shorts twitched while he did. “Haha yeah, I can see that man!” I said, nodding towards his cock. “Well, that´s mostly because of you two sexy sluts here.” He answered and winked at me again. “Wanne try?”

Part 1 It all started at the nightclub The bass was a physical force, a deep, primal thrum that vibrated up from the soles of their feet and into their chests. Inside the packed club, the air was thick with heat, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled drinks. Strobe lights sliced through the darkness, illuminating a sea of moving bodies. Jake stands at 5’11’’, brown hair, boyish food looks. Clean shaven. Average build. He’s wearing tight jeans and a sweat soaked black tank top. At 42, Jake moved with a comfortable confidence, his arm often finding its way around the waist of his partner, Chad. At 21, Chad was a vision of youthful energy. His lean, sweaty and hairless torso glistened under the lights, his brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Every few minutes, his blue eyes would find Jake's, a silent, loving check-in in the chaotic environment. They were with another couple, longtime friends of Jake's. Asha, a sexy Arabic man, was impossible to miss. At 47, he was a towering, muscular presence with a thick, dark beard and a body covered in a dense mat of hair that was visible even in the dim light. His partner Andrew was a man of similar age, moved with a quieter grace beside him. It was the first time Chad and Asha had met, and an immediate, electric current sparked between them. It wasn't anything overt, just a series of lingering glances across the dance floor. When they found themselves near each other, Asha's hands would "accidentally" brush against Chad's side, and Chad would lean into the touch, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. The flirting was a secret language spoken only between them, hidden in the chaos of the club. During a break, Chad slipped away to the restroom. The line was long, but a muscular, tattooed guy with dilated pupils and a wide grin leaned in close. “You’re fucking adorable. First time?" he'd asked, not waiting for an answer before pressing 2 small pills into Chad's palm. "For a better time." Chad didn't hesitate. He popped one in his mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water. He found Asha near the bar and, under the guise of pointing something out, pressed the pill into his hand. Asha's fingers closed around it, his dark eyes meeting Chad's with a flash of understanding and raw hunger. Asha popped it into his mouth without a second thought, swallowing it dry. The next hour was a blur. The music seemed to melt into a single, continuous wave of euphoria. Chad felt a profound connection to everyone, to the music, to the lights. He danced with Jake, but his eyes kept finding Asha, who was now moving with an uninhibited, primal energy, his body a force of nature on the dance floor. Finally, the lights came up, signaling the end of the night. The spell was broken. The four men, sweaty and exhausted, piled into a taxi back to the hotel. In the quiet of the car, the energy shifted. Chad rested his head on Jake's shoulder, the secret of the pill and the stolen glances with Asha buzzing under his skin. The hotel suite was cool and quiet after the club's sensory overload. It had two bedrooms, linked by a single, large master bathroom. Jake and Chad headed for one room, Asha and his partner for the other. Doors closed, and the suite fell silent. Jake was already half-asleep, but Chad was wide awake, the ecstasy still humming through his veins. He needed to piss. He slipped out of bed, padding silently across the carpet and pushing open the door to the shared bathroom. The light was on. Asha was there, standing in front of the toilet, his muscular frame tense. He was fully naked, his hairy body on display. He seemed to be struggling, his brow furrowed in concentration. A common, frustrating side effect of ecstasy. Chad didn't say a word. He walked by the sink, catching Asha's gaze in the mirror. A slow, confident smile spread across Chad's face. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid them down his lean legs. His cock, soft and perfect, sprang free. He pulled back the foreskin, exposing the pink head, and aimed at the toilet right next to Asha. Asha watched, transfixed, his own forgotten frustration melting away. Chad let out a soft sigh of relief as a long, powerful stream of piss shot from him, hitting the water with a loud, satisfying hiss. He held Asha's gaze the entire time, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face. He was pleased with himself, with the effect he was having on this powerful, older man. As his stream began to slow, Chad's free hand moved. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around Asha's thick, hairy cock. It was already hardening in his grasp, hot and heavy. Asha let out a low groan, his head falling back. Chad shook off the last drops, then turned to face Asha fully. There was no need for words. The secret flirting, the shared pill, the charged silence in the bathroom—it all led here. Chad sank to his knees, his blue eyes looking up at Asha's bearded face. He took the thick cock into his mouth, tasting the salt of his skin. Asha's hands tangled in Chad's brown hair, his hips thrusting forward gently. The blowjob was wet and hungry, but it was only the beginning. After a few minutes, Asha pulled Chad to his feet and spun him around, bending him over the cool marble of the bathroom counter. He spat into his hand and worked the saliva into Chad's tight, hairless hole. Chad pushed back, eager for it. Asha positioned himself behind him, the thick head of his cock pressing against Chad's entrance. He pushed in slowly, a deep guttural moan escaping his lips as he sank into the younger man's heat. Chad bit his lip to keep from crying out, his hands braced against the counter. The sex was quiet but fierce. A frantic, desperate coupling. Asha's hips pistoned, driving his bare cock deep into Chad's ass. The only sounds were their ragged breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and the low, muffled groans they tried to suppress. Asha's hairy chest pressed against Chad's smooth back, his beard scratching at Chad's neck. It was raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating. Chad could feel his own orgasm building, his cock trapped between his body and the counter. Asha reached around, his rough hand wrapping around Chad's shaft and stroking him in time with his thrusts. “That’s it baby, let go. Cum for me”. That was all it took. Chad's body tensed, and he came hard, his cum spilling onto the marble floor and cabinet doors below. The clenching of Chad's ass pushed Asha over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside Chad, his body shuddering with the force of his release. For a moment, they stayed like that, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, slowly, Asha pulled out. They cleaned themselves up in silence, the air thick with what they'd just done. Not a word was spoken. Chad slipped back into his bedroom. Jake was still sound asleep. Chad slid into bed, his body thrumming with a post-sex, post-ecstasy glow. He could feel Asha's cum leaking out of him, a warm, sticky reminder of the secret encounter in the bathroom. He closed his eyes, the image of Asha's powerful, hairy body burned into his mind, and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. Stay tuned for part 2.

My French bb fuck buddy and I are planning a road trip from the south of UK to North (Twat), between September 7 to 18. Based on a Facebook post mapping out places with sex related names. (Attached) Please DM me if you can offer any information related to the above hashtags or hookup offers roughly along this route.

Continued Both me and my uncle rock hard we walked down the hall and down the stairs to the second floor. It wasn’t long and others began to follow. We went into the video room, there were two other men in there jerking as they watched porn. We sat and I couldn’t help myself. I knelt down and took my uncle’s raging cock down my throat and began to gorge myself on that peace of meat. He placed his hands on the back of my head and pushed my head further down his cock until it was splitting my throat. I felt hands on my hips lifting me up. At the same time my uncle continued to work my throat with his hands on the back of my head. Now I felt a tongue begin to lick my hole as hands were spreading my ass cheeks. A crowd was gathering in the video room and their focus turned from the movie to our action. With a cock down my throat and a tongue in my ass I was getting well used. My uncle began to thrust harder and with a final thrust, shot his load down my throat. His protein explosion filled my mouth and began to leak down my chin. I continued to suck his cock, not wanting to miss a drop of his man juice. The tongue in my ass was going deeper and deeper. I could feel fingers spreading my hole wider and wider, slowly working their way in. Licking the last drop of cum from my uncle cock, he lifted my head and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He whispered, “let’s go”. I stood up and as I turned around I saw it was the hot bio tatted dude who was eating my ass and fingering my hole. He had feasted on my young jock ass. As I began to walk down the hall, I could feel my ass cheeks swish back and forth, the saliva from the biotatt dude effectively lubing my hole. It felt good. We headed back to the room and when we arrived, my uncle instructed me to put on my jeans. We both put on our jeans, a Tshirt and left the room. The bathhouse had in and out privileges so we left and walked to the leather bar across the street. We walked in and the bartender said hello to my uncle and asked if he wanted the usual. He responded, “make it a double and one too for my nephew.” The bartender looked at me, nodded his head up and down, and served us both. We grabbed our drink and walked through the crowd and made out way to the patio. Outside there was a group of guys and we walked over to them. They greeted my uncle and he introduced me. One man, in only jeans and boots reached out to shake my hand. As he did he said, “we have heard a lot about you.” His handshake was firm, his chest well defined with light fur. He had a mustache and I would guess he was probably in his early thirties. The patio was somewhat crowded. My uncle removed his shirt so I thought I would follow his lead. Another one of the guys, this one a little older, with dirty blond hair, a defined treasure trail, in black jeans and boots, reached over and brushed my chest. With that my cock jumped in my jeans. He asked if we wanted another drink, as I responded. Absolutely.

Chapter 29: Exit Strategy Backrooms at InfraRed. 31-Oct-20XX. 22:38 MST. REDACTED location. As the nightclub began filling up with people and the floor began to hum under the vibration of the bass, Spencer continued breeding the punk. His strokes easily fell in sync as the percussion of the EDM matched his thrusts. And every time he drove his infected meat stick home, he felt a simultaneous stab in his heart. Spencer quickly came to understand that the feelings weren’t his own. He slowed his thrusts, and raised his head to lock eyes with someone across the darkroom. It’s coming from him, Spencer thought. This is eating him alive. It was a weird mixture of guilt and regret and envy, and when he connected with the man who converted him, he knew. He saw Bryce watching with a pained expression, and the tall guy looked to be consoling him. Spencer turned his head back down to look at the punk. For a guy who’s done porn, his hole sure is tight. Clearly he doesn’t do this very often. The punk winced as Spencer resumed fucking him, his hole taking quite a beating in ways it had never done before. Spencer was obviously better endowed than anyone he had ever worked with, and the gasps and grunts and cries proved that the corrupted bodybuilder was pushing his limits. What was this guy’s name? Spencer wondered to himself. Fuck, I’m so bad with names. I’ll call him Spike. That haircut is insane. “Spike” had carelessly turned on his back to take more of Spencer’s cock, and in so doing, flattened his carefully sculpted mohawk. But he hadn’t got used to taking the intrusion. Spencer heard a voice in his head. Spit on him. It will go so much easier for both of you. He slowed his thrusts again, and positioned himself above Spike’s face. Opening his mouth, he let a long, thin sheet of saliva escape and land on Spike’s face. It had the desired sedating effect, and within seconds, Spike had calmed. Relaxed. Spencer resumed fucking him, and with renewed intensity. Now he could finish the breeding without Spike’s complaints or thrashing. And the pangs of guilt resumed as well. Spencer came to realize he was doing this to hurt Stag. The man who gave him this incredible gift pushed him away when the tall guy showed up, and didn’t even bother to introduce him, and then disrespected him. Good, the voice in his head whispered. Make him see what he has lost. You are mine, not his. Something in Spencer snapped at that moment. I’m… not doing this because I want to? Spencer suddenly stopped mid-thrust. The whole world seemed to stop for him. His balls protested slightly, frustrated by the withheld release. The voice didn’t answer. Spencer looked up at Stag again, and it looked like he was weeping. The guilty feeling settled in full force. Spike looked up at Spencer, dazed, but curious why he wasn’t finishing the breeding. Spencer inhaled quietly, hit with the realization that he was being controlled just now, and intentionally hurting someone he used to care for. He hated how he ended things with Bryce, and wanted to ask for a second chance, but didn’t know if that's what Bryce wanted. Or if it was just revenge sex. He was the only one who didn't drool over me, and just let me be the beast I am. And now he's pushed me further than — “Keep going, big guy,” Spike cooed. Spencer looked back at Spike. Something snapped, and quick as a rocket, he pushed Spike’s legs upwards, pointing his heels at the ceiling. Something animalistic took over Spencer as he began jackhammering Spike’s ass. This was no longer a task commanded by an unseen commander. Now it was about finishing the job, and getting on with the night. Spencer pushed down his feelings with one thought: breed this punk, and then we can talk to Bryce. If he’ll hear me. Spencer finally came, shooting his first toxic load, and planted it deep inside Spike. He let out a roar as he climaxed, and Spike started leaking piss. The pain in Spike’s rectum matched the pain in Spencer’s heart, and in that moment, Spencer was sure he had ruined his chances with Stag forever. Spencer lowered Spike’s feet as his breathing slowed and returned to normal levels. Spike whispered, “Thank you, sir” before he was completely lowered, and within a minute, Spike was already drifting towards an unnatural sleep. The metamorphosis was about to begin, and his body went into a near-hibernation state. Spencer sat on the hard stone floor of the nightclub’s darkroom, suddenly winded and feeling the touch of golden sleep. The voice returned. Put him somewhere safe and away from others. He must not be disturbed. Spencer yawned hugely, feeling his own processes begin to shut down. He pushed himself to standing with a mighty effort, his limbs protesting slightly. His muscles felt fatigued, as if his breeding of Spike took everything out of him. Spencer gently picked up Spike in both arms, and carried him out of the darkroom to the dressing room. —-- “We were together for about three months and a week,” Stag blubbered. “He was so much more open-minded back then. I tried to change for him, and be the man he needed.” Lockjaw placed one hand on Stag’s shoulder empathetically, saying nothing. “But I was into some wild stuff that he really wasn’t,” Stag continued. “He wanted to get big, and I was third in his life. His muscle came first, then his career, and then me. I let him tie me up once. We did hot wax play. We did knife play, and watched fisting videos, and … other stuff I probably shouldn’t tell anyone…” Stag’s voice trailed off feebly. “I won’t tell, you have my word.” Stag hiccuped once as he struggled to not cry. “It was… just not his thing. I tried so hard to find something we both liked, and… and… now I’ve infected him, and it was all … for him, and now I can give him nothing…” That was when his eyes felt hot and wet, and the first tears finally broke through. Lockjaw at once felt sympathy for him. Mingled with compassion. After a loud inhalation, Stag continued. “And I was so jealous of what you and Sticks have, and I went back in the closet and repressed my feelings.” Stag wiped his face. “Tried to live a straight life, but I was never really into it.” “Back that up,” Lockjaw interrupted. “You're jealous of Eric and me?” Lockjaw let out a small snicker. “Believe me, we have our problems. We're not perfect.” “What kind of problems?” “None that are any of your business.” “I told you mine!” Lockjaw simply shook his head. “You volunteered that without my asking. I'm fine to listen, but your relationship with Spencer is your business.” Stag said nothing. He felt the moment when Spencer climaxed. He felt his guilt. And he sensed the man was coming over to talk to him. Stag's heart did a backflip in hopeful expectation. His hopes were dashed when he saw Spencer carrying Spike back into the dressing room where they had their first mating. Stag's heart sank again, and this time, the tears flowed easily. “I love him,” Stag admitted just above a whisper. “And I can't stand to see him go off with somebody else. I wanted it to be just the two of us.” Lockjaw hesitated before he spoke again. “I see. So you got this infection - same as Sticks and me - and gave it to him to… what, try to hang on to him? And how the hell did you reach that conclusion?” “You didn’t see it, but I did,” Stag continued. “When Patch and Pixel were changed, I saw an opportunity. Tex and I saw them get fucked, and on a hunch, I chased down the infection. I was thinking I could get it, and give it to Spencer so he’d blow up into the beast he is now, and maybe he’d take me back in gratitude.” Lockjaw felt like he had just been slapped across the face. “And you made him one of us. That's pretty fucked up.” Beat. “But I get it. I did some crazy shit for love in my lifetime. Now, what are you going to do about it? How would you fix this with him?” Lockjaw surprised himself when he heard this. It was the most clarity he had in a full day. He pensed for the Alpha, but no response came. “I've got to tell him everything. That I need him. That I miss him. That I want to work on this with him. And that I'm worthy of him.” “A monumental task! He seems to have moved on of his own accord.” Snag sniffled. “I know. But I've got to try. He said some pretty terrible things to me when we parted, but my feelings for him never changed.” The hive network hummed between them again, and Lockjaw looked back and forth between Stag and Spencer, as if reading passing data waves. Both men were fucked up, but Lockjaw could sense that they were probably a match after all. Who better to fix a toxic piece of shit than another toxic piece of shit? These two deserve each other. “Shit, bro,” he muttered with a smile underneath. “You really ARE in love with him. I'm reading him right now, and he feels it, too.” Lockjaw placed his hands on Stag's shoulders, taking care not to scratch him with his claws. “He does?” Stag asked hopefully. “Listen to me. Fucking. Go. Get. Him. He's hurting, Bryce. And I bet it's got more to do with missing you than anything you might have said or done back then. Or failed to do, as the case may be.” Spencer waddled up to them, looking somewhat repentant and ashamed, but also very drained. His limbs seemed to drag, and though he tried to hide it, his facade was slowly crumbling as his body slowly succumbed to exhaustion. “Bryce.” Stag turned to Spencer, and looked at him intently with glassy eyes. “Thanks. Finally busted that plateau. I can't wait to try it out at the gym.” Stag decided on a smartassed deflecting remark instead of sincerity and kindness. “Are you sure you can keep your pants on long enough to finish a set?” “Fuck you, asshole.” “Fuck me yourself, you coward.” Stag bared his teeth, expecting to fight his lover. Spencer was too tired to retort, so he exhaled and said, “You're a joke.” “And you're the awkward silence that follows.” Lockjaw bit his knuckle to keep from laughing at the snappy comeback. Wow, they already fight like an old married couple. “I mean that, Spence. Let's go and you can fuck me til daylight,” Stag said in a playful voice. Spencer only stared at him, feeling the connection between them growing. That was the wrong thing to say. But… I want nothing else. “We can,” Spencer said in a tired voice. “I’m just really exhausted right now. I’ve got to sit down, catch a few winks.” Stag and Lockjaw exchanged concerned glances. “That’s not sleep,” Lockjaw said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Stag, after you converted him, did he go into chrysalis?” Stag searched his memory. “Shit. No. Right after we finished, you showed up, and…” Spencer’s expression turned to guilt and shame when he saw Stag’s eyes drift toward the place where Spike would be resting. “He’s shutting down and needs to complete the transformation,” Lockjaw said. “Not here, this isn’t the place to do it. We need to leave. Now.” Spencer felt a small spark that kept him from sleeping standing up. “Spike is still sleeping.” Stag snickered. “That’s a stupid name. Spike? Really?” Spencer took an attitude of defensiveness that he didn’t really feel. “Shut up. Stag.” Lockjaw gave a sardonic laugh as he realized how bizarre their codenames must truly appear to civilians. “I need to take you to meet the Alpha. Oh, and I'm Adrian, but you can call me Lockjaw.” Spencer looked at the tall man, and took in his features for the first time. Then he looked down at the man's dick. Hung like a horse. Good for him. Spencer knew what responsibility came with such a weapon. “Another military guy?” “I'm a Major. He's one of my lieutenants. Where's your friend?” Spencer pointed a thumb over his shoulder. “Dressing room.” Lockjaw understood. “Don’t worry, it’s just a cocooning process. I went through it myself. You’ll need to do it, too. It’s just sleep where your system resets and you wake up fully transformed. I don’t know what will happen if you force your way around it. We can’t wait until Spike comes out of it. Grab him, and let’s get both of you out of here.” With impeccable timing, a new command rippled out across the mental network. Return. All of you. Return to the lair. Immediately. Stag and Lockjaw turned their eyes toward each other, knowing the boss was calling them off the mission. A single, silent nod of the head, understanding that they truly must go. “Let’s boogie. We can’t go out the front or the alley,” Lockjaw ordered. “I had to come in through the roof. I’ll go get Spike, you two wait for us at the stairs.” “Get my bag,” Spencer quickly said. “I’ve got… (sharp exhalation) protein bars, and a phone. Water bottle.” “Will do.” Leave them alone, Lockjaw thought to himself as he went toward the dressing room. Let them find their way back together. God, please let them find their way back together. He hoped his prayer would be enough to get the ball rolling. The door of the dressing room was closed. Lockjaw remembered seeing the body of another man passed out in this room, and he might have come around since arriving. He gingerly opened the door so as not to startle the man, but the room hadn’t changed since he last saw it. The owner of InfraRed still lay in a crumpled heap amid the scattered boxes. Lockjaw checked the man for breathing and obvious injuries, and was relieved to find none. He’s out cold. Breed him, Lockjaw. Lockjaw stood quickly. “No, Alpha,” he whispered. “The order to withdraw takes priority.” He turned, and saw Spike lying on the floor, still wearing his leather, his spiky mohawk pushed down to one side. Rapidly transforming, and sweating through the conversion fever. All seemed to be normal. Lockjaw spotted a small black vinyl bag with drawstrings near the mirror. He opened it, and found it contained a smartphone, three high-end protein bars, jerky, a wallet, condoms, a hot pink thong, a small bottle of lube, and at the very bottom, a bottle of water. Everything indicated this was Spencer’s. Lockjaw slung it over his shoulder, then turned to Spike. Gently taking Spike in both arms, Lockjaw raised him from the floor as if lifting a sleeping child. A flicker of memory - he did this once for his nephew after his fifth birthday party, and remembered the peaceful slumber of a child. This was no different. A few steps and they were back on the dance floor. Lockjaw quickly carried him to the roof stairs, hoping they wouldn’t be noticed. Stag and Spencer had already gone up. Lockjaw walked up on them mid-conversation. “Yeah, we can try again,” he heard Spencer say, sounding more tired than before. Stag held his hand, and stared lovingly into his eyes. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Just stay awake til we get there.” “I’m so wiped,” Spencer said quietly. They saw Lockjaw approaching with the comatose Spike in his arms, and the energy shifted. “What’s the plan? We gonna go across the rooftops?” Lockjaw nodded once. “Yep. There were too many emergency vehicles down below when I came in. Seems Zero caused a scene earlier, and the paramedics were called. Police, too. It was fucking chaos down there. So I scaled the building next door, and came down the other side.” “Clever.” Stag turned to Spencer. “Whaddya say? Got enough left in reserves to do it?” Spencer nodded twice, but gave no verbal response. Stag reached out to touch him, and before making contact with his skin, he could already feel the heat coming off the absurdly muscular body. Shit, he’s burning up. Gotta move fast. The men climbed the stairs. Lockjaw took point, and Spencer followed groggily. Stag picked up the rear, making sure Spencer didn’t fall backwards to the bottom. No one spoke. Reaching the roof, Lockjaw paced backwards a little to give himself distance for running. Suddenly, he charged forward and made an impressive leap across the gap between structures, all the while holding on to Spike. His landing was a little rough, and Lockjaw’s ankles absorbed most of the impact. Lockjaw turned back to look. “All right, Tiny. You’re next.” Spencer frowned. Stag only chuckled. “That’s your codename now, Tiny.” “Fuck you,” Spencer snapped with feigned anger. “Go on, Tiny, I’ll be right behind you,” Stag said encouragingly. With muscle memory kicking in, Spencer went to one side of the roof, his baby blue shoes noisily crunching on gravel all the way. He turned, and faced the distance. Pumping his arms as he ran, the crunching became louder and rapid. Spencer didn’t expect to move as quickly as he did, and the jump came prematurely. My kingdom for a goddamn Red Bull right now, Spencer thought as he leapt across. His landing, too, was not gentle, and Lockjaw felt him impact the floor as the large man touched down. And seconds later, Stag was across as well, his muscles primed after such an exertion. He suddenly felt a craving. Spencer felt no more awake after the crossing. “Where to?” Lockjaw tilted his head slightly. “I’ll lead the way. Try to stick to shadows, and move as fast as you can. ERVs are out tonight, and we can’t get caught.” Stag lit a cigarette, exhaling gratefully as they walked across the other rooftop toward the fire escape ladder. Mission accomplished, he thought to himself. Spencer is mine, and the night is done. His train of self-congratulatory thought was interrupted when a hand appeared in front of his face, and grabbed his smoke from his lips. Now it was in Spencer’s hand and the two of them came to a stop. Stag expected a lecture or some biting comment. What he did not expect was what happened next. Spencer put the butt to his lips and inhaled the smoke deeply. Even Lockjaw had to stop and look to see why they weren’t moving. “Dude, what the fuck,” Stag said incredulously. Spencer exhaled, letting the nicotine enter his system. “It’ll keep me awake. I need the free testosterone boost.” Lockjaw turned away, not fully understanding, but also not caring. Stag smirked slightly, both amused and shocked. I’ll bet he and Gravestone get to be cigar buddies. Then a pang of imagined jealousy hit him. If he fucks my man, I’ll kill him with my bare hands, commander or no. Stag lit another one, and they went down the fire escape stairs. Lockjaw was grateful that the escape wasn’t a ladder, or else carrying Spike while navigating the rungs of climbing would have proved near impossible. No one spoke as they quietly descended. They saw the last police vehicle drive away from the area as they neared the bottom, and the city fell silent as the men touched terra firma once again. “You doing okay, Spence?” Stag asked. Spencer threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and spit out the tar on his tongue. “Ugh, why do you smoke these things?” Stag grabbed his crotch with one hand. “I’ve got something else you can smoke,” he said with his own cigarette between his teeth, and a playful grin. Spencer looked at him, smiling himself. Stag winked at him, and caught a glimpse of Spencer’s newly formed teeth. He exhaled a sharp cloud of smoke in silent approval. The sight enticed him, and made him horny for the bodybuilder once again. “Fuck, you’re so hot. I'll get you something better when you've rested.” “Let’s get moving, guys,” Lockjaw interrupted. “We can’t keep the Alpha waiting.” Across the city they ran with Lockjaw leading the charge. Carrying Spike in his arms proved surprisingly easy, and the punk never stirred once during the transport. Stag made sure to remain at Spencer’s side in case he dropped from exhaustion, and their travel was unremarkable. Finally, before the old medical tower, they came to a halt. Spencer looked up at the old structure, and quickly recognized it. “Dumpf Tower? Why are we here?” Lockjaw turned to face him. “This is our base of operations.” “This drafty old ruin? My grandmother had chemo therapy here,” Spencer answered wearily. Then he pointed far to his left. “Her room in hospice was… right over there.” “The man knows his way around the place, it seems,” Stag rejoined cheerfully. It was the most positive Lockjaw had ever seen him, and a read of Stag’s emotional state indicated that he was in a really good place. Already the responsibility of caring for Spencer was having an effect. Stag held the door open for Lockjaw and Spike, and gave a needlessly deep bow when Spencer went through the door. Spencer only smiled weakly at the gesture. Stag came in last, and closed the door behind him. Lockjaw could already sense the Alpha’s presence, and without needing to direct the others, they followed the corridors to the basement. Spike finally opened his eyes. “Whooooo arrre you?” he asked groggily. Lockjaw lowered him to the floor so he could stand. “I’m Lockjaw. I’ve been overseeing your transformation. At ease, boy. You’re among friends, and you’ll be okay.” They paused for a moment, letting Spike wake up and get used to the new sensations. His breathing felt heavier, and his heart pounded like it might burst through his chest. For a moment, no one spoke, but took in the sight of Spike completing his change. Spencer held himself up by putting a hand on one wall, his strength almost gone. Stag stood close by, waiting for him to collapse. Spencer looked like he might retch. Lockjaw again broke the silence. “I’ll fill you in later, but right now, there’s someone you guys need to meet. Let’s get moving.” The duty of caring for his convert was beyond Spencer’s power right now, and Lockjaw felt some pride in being a father figure for Spike to make sure he came out of it okay. I wonder how Eric would feel about us adopting a kid someday. Approaching the basement doors, the sounds and scents of mansex became evident. “Looks like we missed the fun,” Stag quipped. “I think we party enough, don’t you?” Lockjaw replied with a smirk. The door opened, and the quartet stepped into the main room. It went silent as they marched in file: Lockjaw led with Spike and Spencer behind, and Stag at the rear again. Spencer used the last of his strength to come forward into a spot where the light would hit him perfectly. The showman's instinct led him to stand under the lights to highlight his shapes, and every creature in the room could see his immensity and density. Had I the energy, I’d put on such a show for these guys. That big one there with the horns must be their leader. Am I meeting the devil? Fuck, I’m hungry. And so tired. And a unified thought echoed in his head and around the room. Fresh meat. Suddenly the room felt dizzy. Spencer half-turned to Stag with a vacant, unfocused stare. “Shit… catch me, babe.” Stag hadn’t time to react. Fatigue finally won out as Spencer collapsed in a loud thud on the hard floor of the chamber. Stag was kneeling at his side immediately. “Spencer! Open your eyes!”, he cried desperately. Lockjaw took control and spoke for his comrades. “He didn’t go through the change after. Not fully. He just needs to enter chrysalis.” Other smilers, including Patch, approached to help lift Spencer from the ground. Stag violently waved them away, thinking they might try to sample the monster that just came into their lair, even if he wasn’t conscious. “No! Don’t you fucking touch him,” Stag snarled. “He’s mine, you understand? Mine.” The Alpha’s lips twisted in anger, but he did not react in his usual way. Only assessing. “You need to share him, Stag,” the Alpha growled, keeping his anger under. “He belongs to the hive, not just you alone. I order you to let us have him.” “I said no.” Recognizing he might be out of line again, he bowed his head with reverence and respect he didn’t really mean. “Alpha.” The Alpha stared at him. Neither would budge, but the Alpha, psychically spent from the night’s multiple activities, spoke first. “Bryce, we will need to have a chat about your liberal interpretation of hierarchy.” The Alpha stormed off, leaving behind a sexually satisfied but anxious army. Stag was filled with concern over Spencer, and knew that he had to do something to protect him from the Alpha. He knew this wasn’t over, and a new war was just beginning. — Clearview University Medical - Dumpf Tower, basement. 23:12 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Lockjaw had never been the philosophical type. Before the infection—before all of this—he’d been the quiet one on the team. The observer. The guy who didn’t need to fill space with words because he was too busy watching what everyone else was doing. In Black Sigma, that had made him useful. People underestimated the quiet ones. That habit hadn’t gone away after the Alpha took them. If anything, the network made it easier to see patterns, able to sift through the massive amount of information being barraged at him. And lately, the patterns were wrong. The hive still worked. Commands moved through it like current through a wire, impulses rippling outward from the Alpha and settling into the rest of them. Most of the time the system behaved exactly the way it was supposed to. But the longer Lockjaw paid attention, the more he started noticing the gaps. Blind spots. Little holes in the signal. Sometimes someone’s presence faded for a moment before snapping back into clarity. Sometimes thoughts arrived late, like echoes bouncing through a long corridor before reaching him. And sometimes—more unsettling than anything—someone just felt different. Gravestone was the clearest example. Before the infection, Briggs had been the one who kept the team together. When tempers flared to the breaking point, he stepped in. When someone pushed too far, he pulled them back. He wasn’t usually loud about it—he didn’t need to be—but there had always been a steady gravity to him, the kind that made the others fall into line without realizing they were doing it. He had been the mediator. The closest thing the unit had to a father figure. Now that steadiness was gone. Gravestone’s presence in the network felt sharp and jagged, full of irritation and dominance where patience used to be. Instead of diffusing conflict, he seemed to enjoy it—leaning into arguments, pushing people harder than necessary, watching the friction with a kind of detached amusement. Even stranger was what wasn’t there. Every once in a while, Lockjaw could reach out and brush against fragments of old memories—homes, families, people left behind. Most of them reacted to those echoes in some way. Gravestone didn’t. Not even a flicker. No guilt about the wife he’d left behind. No worry about the son who was growing up too fast. Not even curiosity about the life he used to return to between deployments. It was like that entire part of him had simply… evaporated. And that wasn’t the only shift. Patch had always been the nervous one. Even in the old days he’d been cautious, the guy who double-checked doorways and asked the questions everyone else was too cocky to bother with. The one who hung back when things started getting reckless. Now Patch moved the opposite way—throwing himself into danger with reckless enthusiasm, diving into situations headfirst without the hesitation that had once defined him. The infection hadn’t made him braver. It had removed the brakes entirely. But truly the strangest change of all had been Stag. Bryce had always been a prick. That wasn’t even an insult—it was just the reality of working with him. He’d been sarcastic, guarded, always ready with some cutting remark that kept people at arm’s length. Opening up wasn’t part of Bryce’s vocabulary. Except now it was. The first time Stag’s thoughts had spilled into Lockjaw’s head like that, it had caught him completely off guard. Not the usual sharp comments or defensive sarcasm, but a flood of half-formed worries and angry confusion, spilling out faster than Lockjaw could even process. Questions. Doubts. Old memories. It had felt almost like a frenzy. Bryce talking about Spencer—about the breakup, about not being enough, about trying to change himself just to make someone stay. The thoughts had come so fast and raw that Lockjaw had almost pulled back from the connection entirely. Bryce had never let anyone see that side of him before. Now it leaked out constantly. Without him noticing. And the more Lockjaw watched the others, the more he started to understand what he was seeing. The infection wasn’t smoothing people out the way the Alpha thought it was. It was exaggerating them. Turning traits into extremes. The mediator into a tyrant. The cautious one into a reckless thrill seeker. The closed-off bully into someone whose emotions spilled out uncontrollably. Lockjaw leaned back against the wall of the chamber, arms folded as he watched the others move through the space. The Alpha’s presence still pulsed through the network—strong, commanding, undeniable. But the signal wasn’t clean anymore. Too many minds now. Too many personalities layered on top of each other. And with every new smiler added to the hive, the noise grew louder. Lockjaw’s eyes narrowed slightly as the realization settled into place. The Alpha wasn’t strengthening the network. He was stretching it. And the more people he added… The less control he actually had.

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Tommy adjusted the straps on his backpack for the third time since leaving the subway station. The weight of the gear inside made his shoulders ache, but it was a familiar discomfort, one he welcomed like an old friend stopping by unannounced. His sneakers scuffed against the pavement as he rounded the corner, the neon sign of Club Z buzzing faintly in the distance. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, but the heat hadn’t let up—sweat dotted his temples, and he swiped at it with the back of his hand, careful not to smudge his glasses. He wasn’t usually the type to arrive this early, but tonight was different. The sling room wasn’t cheap, and he’d spent the last two weeks meticulously planning what he’d bring, what he’d wear, and how he’d set everything up. The ad had gone live three hours ago—already, his phone had buzzed twice with responses, but he’d ignored them. First things first: the room had to be perfect. The bouncer at Club Z barely glanced at his ID, just waved him through with a bored nod. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and something muskier underneath—like leather left too long in the sun. The club wasn’t busy yet, just a few early birds nursing drinks at the bar or lounging on the sofas near the back. Tommy kept his head down as he made his way to the stairs, the backpack shifting awkwardly against his hips. Room 309 was smaller than he’d expected, but the sling dominated the space, bolted to the ceiling with thick straps dangling like an invitation. He dropped his bag onto the vinyl-covered floor, the sound muffled but heavy, and took a slow breath. The adrenaline was starting to prickle at the base of his skull, that familiar mix of nerves and anticipation. He unzipped the backpack with practiced efficiency, laying out the cuffs, the gag, the toys in neat rows on the dresser. His phone buzzed again. This time, he checked it—a message from someone with a wolf emoji in their username. *Saw your ad. Still looking?* Tommy bit his lip, then typed back, *Yeah. Room 309. Give me twenty to set up.* He hesitated, then added, *Bring your worst.* Tommy’s fingers trembled slightly as he fastened the last strap of the wrist cuffs to the sling’s frame, giving it a firm tug to test its hold. The metal D-ring didn’t budge. Good. He stepped back, surveying the room—the harness draped over the dresser, the ball gag gleaming under the dim overhead light, the gas mask with its fogged lenses staring blankly at the ceiling. Everything was in its place. Almost. He adjusted the blindfold, folding it neatly beside the rest, then wiped his palms on his thighs. The room was warmer now, the air thick with the scent of rubber and his own nervous sweat. A knock at the door made his stomach lurch. Too soon. He hadn’t even changed yet. Tommy hesitated, then called out, “Twenty minutes, remember?” The knock came again, harder this time, followed by a low chuckle. “Yeah, yeah. But you said *worst,* pigboi. You really wanna keep me waiting?” The voice was rough, edged with amusement, and Tommy’s breath hitched. He crossed the room in three strides, yanking the door open before he could second-guess himself. The man on the other side was taller than he’d expected—broad-shouldered, with a close-cropped beard and eyes that flicked over Tommy like he was already taking inventory. He wore a fitted black tee, sleeves rolled to show off thick forearms, and a pair of boots that looked like they’d seen more than a few dungeon floors. “You’re early,” Tommy said, and immediately cringed at how breathy it sounded. The man grinned, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. “And you’re not even dressed.” He nudged the backpack with his toe, then picked up the harness, turning it over in his hands. “Nice gear. You break it in yet?” Tommy shook his head, pulse thudding in his throat. The man’s presence filled the room, his energy like a live wire. “No. It’s—it’s new.” Another chuckle. “Good.” He tossed the harness back onto the dresser and closed the distance between them in one stride, crowding Tommy against the wall. His hand came up, calloused fingers brushing Tommy’s jaw. “Blindfold first,” he murmured. “Then we’ll see how much of that *worst* you can take.” Tommy's breath stuttered as the blindfold was pulled tight over his eyes, the sudden darkness making his other senses flare to life. The man's calloused thumb traced the hinge of his jaw before gripping his chin, tilting his face up. "Eyes on me, pigboi," the man murmured, though Tommy couldn't see a damn thing—just the heat of his breath, the press of his body pinning him to the wall. A shiver raced down his spine when the man's other hand slid down to his belt, working the buckle with a practiced flick. The leather hissed as it was pulled free, and Tommy's stomach tightened. He'd expected commands, roughness, maybe even a slap—but the slow, deliberate way the man undressed him was worse. Every brush of fingers against his skin felt like a brand. His shirt was tugged over his head, the cool air hitting his sweat-damp chest, and then the man's palm flattened over his sternum, pushing him back until his shoulders hit the sling's straps. "Arms up," came the order, and Tommy obeyed without thinking, his wrists slotting into the cuffs dangling from the frame. The metal clicked shut, snug but not biting—yet. A low whistle. "Look at you." The man's voice had dropped, rough with approval. Tommy could hear him circling the sling, boots scuffing against the vinyl, and then a warm hand gripped his hip. "You even shaved for this." The touch trailed down, teasing along the crease of his thigh, and Tommy jerked against the restraints, his breath coming faster. The man chuckled, the sound dark with promise. "Gag next. Open." The ball gag was slick with spit before it even touched his lips, the man pressing it into place with a thumb hooked under the strap. Tommy whined around it, the stretch of his jaw immediate, the drool already pooling under his tongue. The man patted his cheek, almost affectionate. "Better." Then, without warning, a sharp slap landed on his bare thigh—stinging, bright, just shy of too much. Tommy gasped, his body arching, and the man hummed. "Oh, you *like* that." Another slap, higher this time, and Tommy's cock twitched against his thigh, shame and want twisting together in his gut. The sting of the slap still burned on his skin when the man's fingers dug into Tommy's hips, yanking him forward until his back left the support of the sling. The sudden shift made his shoulders protest, the cuffs biting just enough to remind him they were there. A grunt escaped around the gag, muffled and wet. The man’s laugh was close, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. "You’re gonna take what I give you, yeah?" Not a question. Tommy nodded anyway, his throat working around a swallow. "You gonna rush so hard pig" SLAMBOSS ordered. The first touch of the harness against his bare chest made him flinch—cold leather, stiff with newness. The man made a tsking sound as he adjusted the straps, pulling them tight enough to make Tommy’s ribs ache. "Breathe," he ordered, and Tommy did, shallow and quick, as buckles were fastened with methodical precision. The harness hugged him like a second skin now, the D-rings digging into his flesh with every expansion of his lungs. A finger hooked under one of the straps, tugging sharply. "Color?" The word was clipped, no-nonsense. Tommy forced out a garbled "Green," around the gag. The man’s hands dropped lower, palming Tommy’s cock through his briefs, and he arched into the touch with a whine. "Eager," the man mused, then yanked the fabric down in one rough motion. The air hit Tommy’s exposed skin like a shock, his cock twitching against his stomach. A thumb swiped over the head, smearing precome, and Tommy’s hips jerked uselessly in the sling’s hold. The man chuckled, stepping back just out of reach. "Not yet, pigboi." The clink of metal made Tommy’s breath hitch—the cock and ball toys, he realized, being lifted from the dresser. The man’s hands were sure as he fitted the ring around Tommy’s base, the cold steel a sharp contrast to his heated skin. Another whimper built in his throat as the man tightened it just shy of painful, then attached the weights with a satisfied grunt. "There." A slap to Tommy’s inner thigh, lighter this time, almost playful. "Now you’ll remember who owns you tonight." The weights swung heavily between Tommy’s thighs, each slight movement sending a jolt through him, the metal cool and unyielding against his overheated skin. The man’s boots creaked as he stepped back, and Tommy strained his ears, trying to track him in the darkness. A hand suddenly fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. "You’re shaking," the man observed, voice dripping with dark amusement. "Good." The grip tightened, forcing Tommy’s throat into a vulnerable arch just as something smooth and cold—the gas mask—was pressed over his nose and mouth. The straps cinched tight behind his head, the rubber sealing with a faint suction. Panic flared for a split second before the man’s thumb stroked his temple. "Breathe," he murmured, and Tommy did, the air hissing through the filters, his own exhales loud in his ears. The world narrowed to touch and sound. The man’s calloused palms dragged down Tommy’s chest, tweaking his nipples through the harness straps until they ached, then lower, tracing the divots of his hips. A finger prodded at his hole—dry, just shy of cruel—and Tommy jerked, a muffled noise escaping the gag. The man chuckled. "Uh-uh. You don’t get to decide when." He withdrew, and Tommy heard the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt buckle. Anticipation coiled in his gut. A slick sound—lube, Tommy realized—and then two fingers pushed into him without warning, stretching him open in one ruthless thrust. He cried out, the sound trapped behind rubber and silicone, his body clamping down instinctively. The man shushed him, working his fingers deeper, crooking them just enough to make Tommy’s toes curl. "There it is," he muttered, pressing harder, and stars burst behind Tommy’s eyelids as pleasure sparked up his spine. The fingers withdrew abruptly, leaving him clenching around nothing. The head of the man’s cock nudged against him, blunt and insistent. Tommy braced, but there was no slow build—just one relentless push, seating the man to the hilt in a single stroke. The gasp that tore from Tommy’s throat was ragged, his body arching against the restraints. The man stilled, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. "Fuck, you’re tight." A hand gripped Tommy’s hip, holding him in place as the man pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in. The pace was brutal from the start, each thrust jolting Tommy forward in the sling, the D-rings of the harness digging into his flesh. Tommy’s body jerked with each thrust, the sling creaking under the force, his wrists pulling against the cuffs until the metal bit into his skin. The pain was sharp, bright—a counterpoint to the pleasure coiling tighter in his gut with every snap of the man’s hips. The gas mask fogged with each ragged exhale, the filters hissing, and Tommy could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, louder than the slap of skin against skin. The man’s fingers dug into his thighs, holding him open, and Tommy could feel the sweat dripping down his chest, pooling in the hollows of the harness straps. A particularly rough thrust knocked the breath from his lungs, and the man growled, low and approving. “That’s it—take it.” His voice was gritted, strained, like he was holding back just as much as Tommy was. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through him, his cock twitching against the steel ring, the weights swinging heavily between his legs. The man’s hand slid up, gripping the harness straps at Tommy’s chest, using them like reins to yank him back onto each thrust. “Fuck, you look good like this,” he muttered, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. “All trussed up and taking it.” Tommy whined around the gag, his hips canting up helplessly, trying to meet the man’s rhythm. The man chuckled, dark and knowing, and slowed his pace deliberately, drawing out each stroke until Tommy was writhing, his muffled pleas lost in the rubber of the mask. “Patience, pigboi,” the man murmured, his thumb brushing over Tommy’s bottom lip where it stretched around the gag. “You’ll get what you came for.” The sudden change in angle was brutal—the man shifted, lifting Tommy’s legs higher, and the next thrust hit *just there*, forcing a choked scream around the gag. Then, like a switch flipped, the man pulled out completely, leaving Tommy trembling and empty. The absence of the man’s cock left Tommy shuddering, his body straining against the restraints, every nerve alight with frustrated need. Then—a new sound cut through the haze: the sharp *click* of a lighter, followed by the acrid, chemical tang of smoke curling into the air. Tommy’s nostrils flared beneath the gas mask, the scent unmistakable. His breath hitched, and suddenly, the filters clogged—thick, cloying smoke flooded the tube, pouring into his mouth and nose with each desperate inhale. Panic spiked through him as his lungs seized, the smoke scorching his throat. He jerked against the cuffs, his gagged cries muffled by the mask’s rubber seal. The man’s voice, now laced with something darker, slithered into his ear: "Breathe, pigboi. You wanted my worst." A rough hand gripped the back of the mask, tilting Tommy’s head back further, forcing him to swallow the smoke as it coiled deeper into his chest. His vision swam, the edges blurring with tears, but the man didn’t relent. "That’s it—take it all." A second voice, unfamiliar and rasping with amusement, cut through the fog. "Look at him—goddamn smoke pig." Fingers, calloused and reeking of nicotine, tapped the mask’s lens. "You ready to really earn that name?" Tommy’s pulse hammered in his throat. He hadn’t known there was someone else in the room. The realization sent a fresh wave of dread—or was it excitement?—coursing through him. The sharp bite of the needle was unexpected—Tommy jerked against the restraints with a muffled yelp, the sting radiating from the base of his cock like a lit fuse. The man—no, *SLAMBOSS*—grunted, his fingers pressing hard against the injection site to stem the tiny bead of blood that welled up. "Trimix'take the edge off," he muttered, though the rough edge of his voice suggested it wouldn't be the kind of relief Tommy was used to. The drug hit fast, a slow burn spreading through his groin, his cock twitching against the steel ring as it began to swell beyond its usual limits, the weights swinging heavier between his thighs. Cold lube splashed over his balls, dripping down his perineum in thick rivulets. Tommy gasped around the gag as SLAMBOSS's fingers spread it roughly, coating every inch of his sac and the tight furl of his hole with slick, clinical precision. The man's chuckle was low, predatory. "Gonna milk you dry, pigboi." The words sent a jolt through Tommy’s gut, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat, the trimix turning every pulse into a slow, aching throb. The milking began without ceremony—SLAMBOSS’s fist closed around Tommy’s cock, stroking with brutal efficiency, the lube making every pull a slick, torturous slide. The trimix turned his nerves into live wires, every drag of the man’s hand sending sparks up his spine, his balls drawing up tight. The second man exhaled another plume of smoke directly into Tommy’s gas mask tube, the fumes mixing with his ragged panting. "That’s it," the stranger crooned, tapping ash onto Tommy’s bare chest. "Let it fuck you up." Tommy's orgasm coiled tight in his gut, a white-hot wire about to snap—then the cold, blunt press of the dildo breached him, spreading him wide just as SLAMBOSS's fist twisted brutally around his cock. The sensation tore a garbled scream from his throat, the gag muffling it into something pathetic and wet. His hips bucked wildly, the sling's straps creaking under his thrashing, but the man holding him didn't relent. The dildo pushed deeper, the ridges catching on his rim with each merciless inch, stretching him beyond what he thought he could take. A rubber strap slithered around his right bicep, tightening with a sudden, clinical *snap*. Tommy flinched, the pressure sharp enough to make his fingers tingle. The second man's breath was hot against his ear as he adjusted the strap, his voice rough with amusement. "Gotta keep that arm still, smoke pig. Wouldn't want you squirming out of your fun." The strap bit into his flesh, the restriction oddly grounding even as the dildo began to move in slow, deliberate thrusts, fucking him open with methodical precision. SLAMBOSS's grip on his cock shifted, his thumb pressing hard against the slit, smearing precome in tight circles. "Feel that?" he growled, the dildo hitting a spot that made Tommy's vision whiten. "That's your fucking prostate. Gonna milk it like a cow." The comparison should have been humiliating—but all Tommy could focus on was the relentless rhythm, the way his body clenched around the intruding toy, the way his cock pulsed in SLAMBOSS's fist like it was trying to fucking *beg*. The second man exhaled another lungful of smoke into the mask's tube, the acrid haze flooding Tommy's senses just as the dildo twisted inside him, pressing hard against his sweet spot. His back arched, his toes curling, and for a terrifying, exhilarating moment, he teetered on the edge—right there, *right there*—but SLAMBOSS's hand stilled abruptly, his grip turning punishing. "Nuh-uh," the man growled, his thumb digging into the slit of Tommy's cock, smearing precome in slow circles. "Not yet." The words hit Tommy before the pain did. *"You're not Tommy anymore,"* SLAMBOSS growled, his voice grinding against Tommy's eardrums like gravel. A rough hand twisted in Tommy's hair, yanking his head back until his throat strained taut. *"You're PIGBOI now. Say it."* Tommy tried to shake his head—or thought he did—but the gas mask's straps bit deeper into his skull as SLAMBOSS tightened his grip. The dildo inside him pulsed, some sadistic remote setting making it twitch against his prostate. His vision swam, the trimix turning his cock into a swollen, aching weight between his legs. *"P-Pig—"* he garbled around the gas mask, drool soaking his chin. SLAMBOSS's laugh was a dark, wet thing. *"Good start."* His other hand trailed down Tommy's chest, nails scraping over the harness straps before pinching a nipple hard enough to make Tommy jerk. *"PIGBOI doesn't think. Doesn't say no. Just takes—cocks, drugs, fists, whatever the fuck we stuff in him."* The second man—still nameless, still circling like a shark—exhaled another lungful of smoke into the mask's tube. Tommy coughed, his lungs seizing as the acrid fumes coiled deeper. *"Look at him,"* the stranger mused, tapping ash onto Tommy's heaving chest. *"Already halfway there."* SLAMBOSS's fingers dug into Tommy's jaw. *"Gonna make sure you don't come back."* He leaned in, his breath hot against Tommy's ear. *"Gonna fuck you so dumb, you'll beg for it."* The syringe glinted under the dim red light as SLAMBOSS tapped it with a fingernail, the plunger already drawn back to the 70cc mark. The liquid inside was thick, honey-colored, clinging to the glass in viscous streaks. PIGBOI’s breath hitched behind the mask, his chest rising and falling too fast—he knew what that was. Knew what it *did*. SLAMBOSS’s thumb brushed over the needle’s tip, testing its sharpness. "Last chance, pig," he murmured, though the words weren’t kind. They were a blade held to PIGBOI’s throat, a dare disguised as mercy. "You tap out now, you walk away with your pretty little brain intact." He leaned in, close enough for PIGBOI to smell the nicotine on his breath. "But once this hits your vein, you’re *mine*. Not Tommy. Not even PIGBOI. Just a fucked-out hole waiting for orders." The second man chuckled, his boot nudging PIGBOI’s splayed thigh. "Bet he’s already gone," he mused, flicking ash onto PIGBOI’s chest. "Look at him—*dripping*." SLAMBOSS’s fingers wrapped around PIGBOI’s bicep, squeezing until the vein bulged under his skin. The alcohol swab was cold, the sting of it sharp and fleeting. Then—the needle’s bite, deeper this time, sliding home with practiced ease. PIGBOI whined around the gag as SLAMBOSS depressed the plunger slowly, *so slowly*, the drug burning its way into his bloodstream like molten lead. "Count," SLAMBOSS ordered, his voice rough. PIGBOI tried. He *tried*. But the numbers dissolved before they reached his lips, his thoughts turning to sludge as the rush hit—a tidal wave of heat, of weightlessness, of *nothing*. His vision blurred at the edges, the room tilting dangerously. SLAMBOSS’s face swam above him, distorted and grinning. "Good boy," SLAMBOSS crooned, withdrawing the needle with a final, cruel twist. He pressed a thumb to the puncture, smearing the bead of blood across PIGBOI’s skin. "Now let’s see how much of you’s left." The second man stepped forward, his shadow falling over PIGBOI’s prone form. "Think he’ll remember his name?" he asked, voice laced with mock concern. SLAMBOSS snorted, cuffing PIGBOI’s cheek lightly. "Doubt it." He leaned in, his breath hot against PIGBOI’s ear. "Who are you?" PIGBOI’s mouth worked uselessly around the gag, spit pooling under his tongue. The words wouldn’t come—or maybe they weren’t there at all. His thoughts slithered like eels through the thick syrup of the rush, impossible to catch. SLAMBOSS grinned, wide and predatory, and gripped the gas mask straps. With one sharp tug, the mask came free, the cold air hitting PIGBOI’s sweat-slick face like a slap. Before he could gasp, thick rubber pressed over his eyes—a hood, its interior lined with something slick, sealing tight with a *pop* as SLAMBOSS worked it down over his skull. PIGBOI whined, the sound muffled and wet, as SLAMBOSS’s fingers pried his jaw wider. The dog bone gag clicked into place, the metal frame forcing his mouth open in a permanent, drooling gape. "Better," SLAMBOSS murmured, running a thumb over PIGBOI’s bottom lip. "Now you look like what you are." The rush hit harder then, a tidal wave of heat and static crashing through PIGBOI’s veins. His cock throbbed against the steel ring, the weights swinging heavy between his thighs, but the pleasure was distant—secondary to the *emptiness*, the yawning void where his thoughts used to be. His hole clenched around nothing, greedy and open, as if begging to be filled. The rubber-gloved hand pressed into PIGBOI’s hole with no preamble, slick lube smeared in rough circles before two fingers breached him without warning. He gasped around the dog bone gag, his body jerking against the restraints as the fingers twisted inside him, spreading him open with clinical efficiency. The stretch burned—just shy of too much—but the sting was already fading under the drug haze, his body yielding like warm wax. Above him, SLAMBOSS exhaled sharply, his free hand wrapping around PIGBOI’s cock with a grip that bordered on cruel. The trimix made every nerve hypersensitive; even the callouses on SLAMBOSS’s palm felt like sandpaper as he stroked PIGBOI’s length in slow, deliberate pulls. Precome dribbled from the slit, slicking SLAMBOSS’s thumb as it swiped over the head in tight circles. PIGBOI’s hips bucked helplessly, the sling’s straps creaking under his thrashing, but the fingers inside him didn’t relent. They crooked suddenly, pressing hard against his prostate, and PIGBOI’s vision whited out for a split second, his cry muffled by the gag. SLAMBOSS chuckled, dark and low, his thumb rubbing punishing circles into the sensitive spot under PIGBOI’s cockhead. "Look at him," he muttered, more to the second man than to PIGBOI. "Already fucking ruined." The fingers withdrew abruptly, leaving PIGBOI clenching around nothing, his hole twitching with the ghost of their presence. SLAMBOSS’s hand on his cock didn’t stop—if anything, the pace increased, his grip tightening just shy of painful. PIGBOI’s breath hitched, his balls drawing up tight, the pleasure coiling in his gut like a live wire. He was close—so close—but SLAMBOSS’s thumb pressed hard against his slit, smearing precome in slow, torturous circles. "Nuh-uh," SLAMBOSS growled, his voice rough with amusement. "Not yet, pigboi." The second man’s shadow fell over PIGBOI’s prone form, his boot nudging PIGBOI’s splayed thighs wider. "Think he can take it?" he asked, his voice laced with mock concern. SLAMBOSS snorted, cuffing PIGBOI's cheek lightly. "Rule's simple, pig," he growled, his breath hot against PIGBOI's ear. "Every load I pump into this greedy hole"—his fingers twisted inside PIGBOI without warning,, wrenching a garbled cry from his throat—"you pay back. One for one." He withdrew his fingers with a wet *pop*, holding them up to the dim light, glistening. "Starting now." The cold press of lube against PIGBOI's hole came next, slick and thick, before SLAMBOSS's cockhead nudged at his rim, blunt and unrelenting. PIGBOI's breath hitched behind the hood, his body straining against the sling's straps—but there was no preparation, no easing in. SLAMBOSS sheathed himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, the impact rattling PIGBOI's teeth around the gag. "First," SLAMBOSS grunted, his hips already pistoning, each snap of his pelvis driving PIGBOI deeper into the sling's unforgiving embrace. The pace was merciless from the start, the slap of skin echoing off the padded walls. PIGBOI's cock twitched against his stomach, swollen and aching, the steel ring biting into his base as the weights swung heavily between his thighs. SLAMBOSS's hand closed around PIGBOI's length on the next downward stroke, his grip tightening just shy of painful. "Pay up, pig," he snarled, twisting his fist on the upstroke, his thumb pressing hard into PIGBOI's slit. The dual sensation—SLAMBOSS's cock hammering his prostate, his hand working PIGBOI's oversensitive flesh—threatened to unravel him instantly. PIGBOI's toes curled, his back arching, but SLAMBOSS's free hand planted firmly on his chest, pinning him down. "Not yet," he warned, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Gotta earn it." The rhythm was relentless, SLAMBOSS's hips driving forward with punishing precision, his hand matching the pace on PIGBOI's cock. Every drag of his palm sent sparks up PIGBOI's spine, every twist of his wrist pulled another broken sound from PIGBOI's gagged mouth. The drug haze made it impossible to focus—pleasure and pain blurred into one searing, all-consuming feedback loop. SLAMBOSS's breath hitched suddenly, his thrusts losing their brutal precision. His fingers dug into PIGBOI's thigh, nails biting deep as he buried himself to the root with a guttural groan. Heat flooded PIGBOI's insides, the wet pulse of SLAMBOSS's release triggering a full-body shudder. SLAMBOSS didn't stop. His grip on PIGBOI's cock tightened further, his strokes turning ruthless. "Your turn, pig," he panted, his hips still grinding shallowly, milking his own orgasm as he worked PIGBOI toward the edge. The overstimulation was excruciating—PIGBOI's cock ached, the steel ring constricting his base, the weights tugging mercilessly at his swollen sac. The second man laughed, low and dark, his fingers trailing through the mess on PIGBOI's chest. "Think he'll pop just from being pumped full?" he mused, smearing SLAMBOSS's come across PIGBOI's trembling abs. SLAMBOSS's grin was all teeth. "Let's find out." He leaned in, his breath hot against PIGBOI's ear. "Gonna milk you dry, pigboi." His fist twisted brutally on the upstroke, his thumb pressing hard into PIGBOI's slit—and just like that, PIGBOI was gone. White-hot pleasure detonated at the base of his spine, his vision whiting out as his cock pulsed violently in SLAMBOSS's grip. Nothing came—the ring saw to that—but the dry orgasm wracked his body all the same, his hole clamping down on SLAMBOSS's softening cock in erratic spasms. SLAMBOSS chuckled, dark and satisfied, as he finally released PIGBOI's oversensitive flesh. "One for one," he murmured, dragging his fingers through the mess on PIGBOI's stomach. "And we're just getting started."

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As I walked to the conference room I couldn't stop thinking about the Professor's cock and he had a ring through it. What is that for? It was a thick ring almost horseshoe like. Why would anyone wear it. There was something sexy about it. I started to think that it must hurt someone who he is fucking with that on his cock. Right? It can't feel good. I got the conference room and they just had started the meeting. The room was full and I had to sit in the back of the conference room on a lecture table. Each one had two chairs. A few minutes after me the Professor walked in and as the room was full he came and sat right next to me. He had changed clothes. He was wearing grey thin nylon running shorts like mine but were a smidge longer. He smiled as he sat down. Since it was tight where we were in the back and against the wall he had to slide in and his leg rubbed against mine. He apologize and I just smiled and said it was ok. I could smell his musty scent and it was a little warm in the room with it being full. He smelled good. My cock started to get hard. He saw me take a noticeable inhale and smiled at me. I tried to calm down and focus on the meeting. Luckily someone right in front of me asked a question and everyone looked at the back part of the room so that made me focus. The meeting as all meetings do lasted longer than it should but we were out of there. As I walked out I had to use the bathroom. I went in and started to take a pee. Professor Post walked in and pulled out his cock and stroked it a bit and looked over. There was no wall between urinals and I could see his cock as he rubbed it. It was huge and semi-hard with that metal ring. He saw me look and smiled back and then looked down at mine. "Someone has been a naughty boy" he said smiling Shit I thought, he saw me looking at his cock. "Huh what do you mean" I said "You must've been naughty. Looks like you got a spanking." he said. I didn't realize as I was in such a rush to piss part of my shorts fell below my waist. "Ohh that ughh yeah I fell on my ass" I said. I quickly zipped up and left. OMG I was so embarrassed that he saw the spank marks on my ass. I went back to the office grabbed my stuff and went to my class. The day went on kind of long but I got through it. After class I tried to call and text Jane again. I had called her several times since that night and texted. The only text I got back was, "Fuck you. You cheating fag!". I really felt bad. I didn't want it to be like this. Less than two weeks ago I was a straight guy with a gf who loved to fuck and eat pussy. I had other women flirt with me and I loved the slutty ones too. I really cared for Jane and felt really bad. And now I have sucked cock, had my cock sucked, eaten lots of cum, and even been fucked several times and had cum in me. All with an older man who has HIV. As I remembered the way Rick touched me, tasted me, fucked me, held me and made me feel, my body got warm and my cock started to get hard. Again in any other world not a good looking guy but I found him handsome, sexy and had this sexual aura about him. I met my friends at the bar and we were eating and having drinks. Some of their friends joined us and I got to know them. We stayed out till about 9p and then I went home. When I went inside the house, I changed and then went to if Rick was up. He was in his bedroom on the couch watching TV. "Come inside and tell me about your day" Rick said I went thru my day and even told him about Professor Post. He said the Professor has a crush on you and you have one on him. "No I don't have a crush but I do find him attractive" I said "I am jealous" Rick said "You shouldnt' be. You are more attractive and sexier than him" I said putting my hand on his thigh. "Also I wanted to tell you that I took the PEP" I said. He didn't have any negative reaction which I was surprised at. "I am glad you decided. How do you feel about it" he asked "I feel good. I think it buys me more time to think this through as I am still confused. I hope I was in time and it works" I said "Me too" Rick said genuinely "Thank you. That makes me feel better" I said "Why so" he asked "I was worried you would be mad or disappointed at me for taking it" I said softly looking down "No not at all. All I want if for you to be comfortable and happy with the decisions you make. And to enjoy our intimacy and your own body and desires" he said. He then leaned over and started to kiss me. We made out. His scent was strong and intoxicating. Our tongues were intertwined and we both started to take off what clothes we had on. Then he went down on my hard cock sucking me deep in his mouth tonguing my cock and then in his throat. I moaned. "Ohhhhhh Daddy" I yelled He kept sucking me. I couldn't help myself I reached over and took him in my mouth. We were now sucking each other off in 69. He moaned as I worked his thick hung meat. I then felt one finger then two fingers in my ass working my hole and prostate. "OHHHHHH Daddy" I moaned. He worked that for a few minutes and I couldn't hold back any longer. "Ahhhhhhhhhh" I moaned with his cock in my mouth as I shot spurt of how cum in his mouth. He sucked and tongue thrashed my cock head and worked my prostate together and I just started to moan louder. It was an intense orgasm. After a minute or so he still sucked and worked my hold slowly until I came down and became too sensitive. He finally let me cock out of his mouth and removed his fingers. He moved me so I was lying flat on the couch and then sat on my face with his ass. "Eat me boy" he said He pushed his pungent smelling ass in my face. I pushed back a bit. "I dont really eat ass" I said "You also didnt suck cock either but you love it now dont you? He said as he pushed down on me. I was consumed by it and started to lick him. It was a pungent smell that also had a bit of his body odor from his armpit the scent started to overwhelm me. I started to dive in and eat him. "Ohhh yeah boy. I knew you would be a good ass eater. Eat Daddy out" he said I ate him licking his hole, his under crotch area and his balls. The smell of his ball were wonderful as I licked them up. As I was eating and licking him he lifted my legs and stuck two fingers in my hole. I started to pant and moan in his ass. "Fuck Dan your pussy is so hungry its eating my fingers" he said I was preparing him to fuck me hard. He lifted off my ass but instead of fucking me he stuck his cock in my mouth making me gag. "Suck slut" he said I went into overdrive and sucked and licked his cock hungrily. I used my mouth, tongue and hand to get him off. After about 5 minutes, I felt his start to tense. "Here you go boy" he said and then he started shooting spurt after spurt of hot semen into my mouth. He kept pushing his cock into my mouth and sucked him wanted every drop of his seed to taste him. After he finished he pulled out of my mouth. "Good boy. Look at you, you love cock dont you" he said I nodded. My hole still twitching I wanted him to fuck me. "Time to go to bed. I am beat." Rick said turning off the TV. I left his bedroom a little sad. Even though I had cum I was still horny.

I woke up early the next morning, took a shower and got dressed. I was in the kitchen eating cereal and having coffee. "Good morning sexy" Rick said I pepped up. "Good morning" I replied smiling "You have a good sleep" he asked "Yes I did and you" I said back smiling at him "Yes I knocked out. All that fucking drained me. Your pussy felt so good." He said nuzzling up to me. We exchanged some light kisses. Then he walked away. "You decide on the PEP? Actually arent you pass the 3 days? He said I had the panic look on my face. He was right. It was a few hours passed. "Its okay. Relax" he said seeing my response. "I think you can still take it if you want and you might be ok". He said. I looked puzzled at him. "It is up to you. I will still be here whatever you decide" he said I looked at the clock and I had to get into the office to finish some stuff for work. "I'm late I have to go" I said I went to my room, grabbed my stuff, grabbed the PEP and got in my car and drove. I was confused and did not know what to do. I grabbed the pill bottle opened it up and took a pill. I figure it would buy me more time. If I didn't take it now, I wouldn't have any options. After taking it I started to calm down. I parked my car and turned off the ignition. I paused and started to think about what I just did. I felt good and safe that I took it but I was still worried that I was on the cusp or a bit outside the 72 hours. I also felt a little regret in what Rick would think about me. Would he still like me? Would he still want to have sex with me? I started to get a little worried that he wouldn't want me anymore. I looked at my watch and I needed to get to work so I snapped out of it and started walking to the office. I walked into the office at 7:30am and Professor Post and the office secretary were both in. I went to my desk and started to go through my emails. Professor Post walked over to my desk area. It was in the corner and I sat with my back to the wall. There was a filing cabinet that acted like a partial wall at the entrance way into the desk so people from the office couldn't see directly in. He stood there in his tight spandex biking shorts and his biking shirt. When I turned again his crotch was at eye level and his cock was rock hard like he was jacking off and there was a small wet spot of precum the size of a quarter at the head of his cock. Again I could see like a ring near his cock head. "Hello Dan, I like to see you are always here early and dedicated to the department" the Professor said I looked towards his cock then up to his face. He saw me look and smiled. "Thank you Professor. I enjoy working here." I said "I wanted to see how you were doing with our field trip to the other side of town" he asked "It is going good as I have some of the sites you mentioned for the tour and glad you brought it up" he said. I turned away and read my notes then looked back towards his. He moved closer and now was about two feet away from me. I could smell his musty scent. It was strong. My eye skimmed his crotch area of his still hard cock then looked up at him. He was looking down smiling seeing me take a peek. I tried to carry on. "You mentioned a place the One Red Association. I had difficulty finding a contact informatoin for that. Also what kind of place is it?" I asked "It is a play space and gallery" he said "You mean like games and art" I asked "No not really. It is an alternative place space and community meeting space. I will send you the contact information" he said His smell was now encompassing me. As I was in the back area and there were cabinets around me ventilation was not strong back here. I was starting to get lightheaded. "Ok thank you" I said slowly "You ok Dan" he said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Yes its just getting a little stuffy back here" I said "Just breathe. Take some deep breathes" he said moving in closer. Now he was about a foot from me with cock now rock hard clearly pushing out of his tight spandex shorts. He saw me look again. "Sorry it has a mind of its own" he said laughing. His scent was strong. I started to get aroused by it. "Yours too" he said looking down. My cock was getting hard and pushing though my running shorts which had ridden up my thigh. I forgot I had a fan below my desk and turned it on high and pointed upward. The smell cleared out. The secretary asked if we ready to go to the department meeting. The Professor replied for both us and said he had to go and change his clothes. He walked away and I got back to my emails. Everyone except me and the Professor had gone to the meeting. I grabbed my stuff to go to the conference room for our meeting and as I walked passed the Professor's office I saw him changing clothes. He just finished putting on a jock strap that was sheer and could see his huge cock with what looked like a metal ring. I paused then started to walk away as he turned. I rushed out of the office to the meeting. My cock throbbed. What was going on with me???

very hot, my cocks is dripping cum

look forward to it! old wasted homeless poz fucks are the best

Well I am 57, so needless to say in the early 70's, pre-HIV, nobody wore rubbers. First time I ever got fucked, my first BF bred my fuckhole 5 times that night, and I did about 4 loads up his ass too. I am about 99% top these days, but for the first 15 years of my relationship of 34 years, one of us always got his ass jizzed in the morning, and the other at night. He died in 2008, but he was neg - died of Lou Gehrig's disease. We often had three-and-more ways with friends, and I was always surprised that I was not pozzed up earlier than 1999. The most cum loads I took raw was 15, but again, bottoming is not a huge deal for me - I love to pound 6-7 loads into ass in a session before I feel my poz balls are totally drained of their toxic seed. Thankfully my current BF is a total poz cum whore and I breed him when I want it, and occasionally whore his ass out at the baths - hold him wide open so other guys can pound and sperm his toxic ass.