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Is there anything hotter than a married man giving into his desires and allowing another man to show him the possibilites he never imagined to be out there? The answer is "No."

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Part 13: Take of His Body I could feel my orgasm approaching, and from Dominic’s quickening pace, he was close too. “Are you ready to blow, baby?” Dominic asked, his hands on my hips, fingers digging into my skin. “Are you ready to give him your gift?” “I am,” I said, looking into Pastor Kline’s eyes and seeing the realization hit him. For a brief moment, he looked afraid. Then, he looked ravenous, like there was nothing he wanted more than to be on his back, a dick in his ass, ready to accept a toxic load of cum into his body. “We’ll come together,” Dominic whispered into my ear. “Make him ours.” “Yes, sir,” I said, my balls pulling up into my body, my body surging with a rush of warmth as my orgasm began. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” “Do it. Knock up his ass,” Dominic cried out. “Infect his body. Give him our toxic load. Damn his body.” “Fuck,” I groaned, eyes closing as my hole tightened around Dominic’s dick, my prostate pulsing from his rhythmic pounding. My dick pulsed inside Pastor Kline’s ass, shooting our several streams of cum. “I’m cumming too,” Dominic groaned, his arms reaching around me, holding me close, as he forced himself all the way in. I could feel his warm cum flooding my guts, some slipping out of my ass and running down my legs. I fell forward, pushing further into Pastor Kline whose dick started shooting out cum without effort, no hands required. Though his dick was small, he produced a good amount of cum. It was a bit watery, running down his sides and collecting on the bed. I reached a finger down and wiped some up, bringing it to my mouth. It wasn’t the best tasting cum, but it was alright. Clearly, he was the type of man meant to take cock and cum in the ass rather than dish it out. How quickly my mind had been turned toward the depraved. How quickly Dominic had infected both my body and my mind. As we all basked in the afterglow, the realization of what had just happened hit me. I had just fucked Pastor Kline, the man I looked up to as a man of God, now a cum-loving pig begging for my poz cum. What else about this man did I not know? What else about the men at our church was I unaware of. Were there others like him, men wanting nothing more than to be fucked senseless or bend another man over and fuck his brains out? The idea of finding more like us brought a smile to my face, my dick pumping several more shots of cum into Pastor Kline’s ass. “Was it everything you thought it would be?” Dominic asked, his dick slipping out of my ass. He walked over to Pastor Kline, pushing his dick over his face. “It was more than I could have imagined,” Pastor Kline said, opening his mouth and taking Dominic’s dick. I watched as he cleaned off Dominic’s cum and the juices from my ass. I could feel myself already getting hard. “I think it’s my turn,” Dominic said, pulling his dick away from Pastor Kline. “Why don’t you feed the good pastor a taste of his own ass.” “Sounds good,” I said. My dick slipped out, growing harder. There was cum and streaks of blood on my dick. “Looks like you opened him well,” Dominic said, admiring my work. He knelt down and reached his hand to Pastor Kline’s ass, sticking a two fingers inside, causing Pastor Kline to flinch. “You’ll be getting a lot more than that in a second,” he said. “I feel so empty,” Pasor Kline said. “That’s the sign of a true cum pig,” Dominic told him. “You’ll find yourself needing a dick in you every second. All you’ll want is someone dumping a load of toxic cum in your ass. Lucky for you, you’ll have someone more than willing to do it just in the office down the hall.” Pastor Kline looked at me as I stood over him, my dick hanging down near his face. “Isn’t that what you want?” Dominic asked. “Absolutely,” Pastor Kline said, opening his mouth and taking my dick inside. He cleaned me off, tasting himself and the poz load I’d just injected. “Will scratched you up pretty good,” Dominic said. “I think I could do better.” He dug his nails into Pastor Kline’s inner lining, causing him to squirm. “It hurts,” he said, my dick falling from his mouth. “A real cum pig doesn’t notice the pain,” Dominic said. “You notice only the pleasure in the pain. You’ll crave it. You’ll want nothing more than for a man with a real cock to stretch your ass open, threatening to split you in two.” “It is what I want,” he groaned. “Split me in two.” “With pleasure,” Dominic said, standing and lining his dick up to Pastor Kline’s hole. “I’m not going to be slow. I’m not going to be gentle. This will hurt.” He pushed forward, burrowing his entire dick into Pastor Kline’s ass, his balls smacking against his taint. Pastor Kline’s back arched, his hands reaching out, finding my arm, which he held onto tightly. His eyes were closed tight, face red, as he waited for the pain to subside. It seemed to be lasting a long time as his grip on my hand remained tight. “I think I’ve found your second sphincter,” Dominic said. “It’s about time someone broke through. Now you’re really a bottom slut.” “Thank you, sir,” Pastor Kline moaned, his grip starting to loosen. “Will,” Dominic said, his pace quick as he slammed into Pastor Kline’s ass. “Climb on top of his chest and straddle him. I think he needs to learn how to eat an ass.” I climbed over Pastor Kline, a foot on either side of his chest, and lowered myself down until I was on my knees, my ass to his face. I was facing Dominic who was staring into my eyes, a hungry look arresting my attention. “Spread your cheeks,” he said, “and lower yourself down onto his face. I want him to eat my load out of your ass.” I grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, already feeling the cum inside starting to slip out of my hole. I looked back at Pastor Kline who was staring into my crack, his tongue darting out of his lips in anticipation. I lowered myself down until his nose and mouth were burrowed inside me. “Start eating,” Dominic said. I could feel Pastor Kline’s tongue darting against my hole, sending chills throughout my body. He was licking clean the cum that was dripping out, my sweat mixing with the juices. “Push some out for him,” Dominic said. “What if I fart a little?” I asked. “He’s a cum pig. It comes with the territory. Whatever you give him, he’ll be happy to take. Isn’t that right, pastor?” I heard a moan in response, the vibration of his voice tickling my ass. I strained as I tried to push out Dominic’s cum, feeling the warmth leaving my body. With ever push, there was a bit of gas released, but Pastor Kline seemed to like it. I kept pushing until every drop of cum was now in his mouth or covering his face. “Do you like the smell of a real man’s ass?” Dominic asked. Another moan suggested he did. “Push again,” Dominic said, winking at me. I pushed and more gas come out, Pastor Kline squirming under me. His hands reached up and grabbed my ass, and as I thought he was going to try to push me off, he took hold and pulled me further down on his face. “He likes it.” Dominic said. “We’ve got a true pig on our hands.” “I guess so,” I said. “When was the last time you pissed?” Dominic asked. “It’s been a while,” I said. “It’s unhealthy to hold urine in for long. How about we see what else Pastor Kline likes.” I lifted myself off Pastor Kline’s face and turned myself around, straddling his chest. There was cum and other liquids all over his face which his tongue was quickly trying to clean up. “Pastor,” Dominic started, “Will is going to give you another gift. There’s nothing a man likes more than feeding a pig his load. But giving a pig a stomach full of piss is also exciting.” Pastor Kline’s eyes fell to my dick and then looked up at me. He looked uncertain, but his mouth started to open as I leaned forward and rested the head on his tongue. I felt the warmth rising as my stream shot into his mouth, the golden liquid hitting the back of his throat. I could tell he was caught off guard, his hands grabbing my legs, but he didn’t close his mouth. “Swallow,” I said as I watched the piss collect in his mouth, threatening to pour out over his chin and chest. He swallowed the piss, his face contorting for a moment at the taste, but after a second, I found a change in his eyes. Where there had been dislike or concern, there was now enjoyment and desire. I didn’t need to remind him to swallow again as he was taking in my piss as quickly as he could. Once I was finished, he took my dick into his mouth and milked whatever remained inside. “I think he liked it,” I said, watching as Pastor Kline sucked my dick like a baby animal sucking from its mother’s teat. “Have you ever drank piss before?” Dominic asked. Pastor Kline shook his head. “But you will from now on, right?” Pastor Kline nodded. “When you’re at work,” Dominic said, “I don’t want you using the bathroom. Piss into a cup and drink it. When Will has to piss, he’ll come into your office and you’ll swallow everything he gives you. Understood?” Pastor Kline nodded, my dick slipping from his mouth. “Yes, sir. Every drop.” “Who knows,” Dominic said. “Maybe, we’ll get your son here, and you’ll drink his piss too. How does that sound?” “Delicious,” Pastor Kline said. “That’s a good cum and piss pig,” Dominic said, his pace quickening. “Are you ready for another load?” “Yes, sir.” “You’ve got it,” he said, slamming his dick into Pastor Kline’s ass, his body shuddering as he shot ropes of cum into his body. “You’ll be ours before long. Don’t you worry.” “Thank you, sir,” Pastor Kline said, looking up into my eyes. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” We shot two more loads of cum each into Pastor Kline’s hole along with piss from Dominic and myself before we called it a night. Dominic gave Pastor Kline a butt plug which he shoved into his ass, turning it around, angering the cuts inside. “You’ll leave this in as long as you can,” Dominic told him. “You want the cum to take.” “Yes, sir.” “You’ll be taking loads from Will every day while you’re at work. As many as you can. Then, I want you here a few times a week, taking both of our loads until we’ve converted you. Understand?” Pastor Kline nodded. “This is your life now. You’ll think of nothing but cock, cum, and piss. Whatever man wants to use you, you’ll agree. Your soul purpose is to be a bottom pig. If I want to dump my load into you right before you go up and preach on Sunday, you had better be ready to hold my cum inside the entire time you’re up there.” “Absolutely, sir. I understand.” “Good.” “I’ll walk you out,” I told Pastor Kline. We walked down the hall and got into the elevator. “I know this must be a bit awkward,” Pastor Kline said. “Not awkward,” it told him. “I’m just surprised. I never knew.” “That was kind of the point,” he said. “Though, there were many times when I was hitting on you that I was sure you’d start to get suspicious.” I knew the times he was talking about, but I didn’t say anything. “How will you explain all this to your wife?” “I don’t plan on explaining,” he said. “We never have sex anymore, so I won’t infect her. I go out to speak with church members all the time, so going out to get fucked won’t be all that hard. Honestly, I’m surprised I never tried it before.” “Now, Pastor Matthews…” “He’s as straight as they come,” Pastor Kline said. “And, from what I know, he’s not very big or good in bed.” “Good to know.” “As for other men in our church,” Pastor Kline said, “there are two or three married men who I’ve always believed are closeted. I think we have a chance with some of them.” “I’m not trying to poz the entire male population of our church,” I said. “I know,” he said as the elevator reached the bottom floor. “But imagine if we did. Image what our men’s retreats could be like then.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope it isn't getting too dirty for you. Don't worry. There won't be anything beyond piss. Another member of their party will soon be arriving. Jay's status will be known. Pastor Kline's journey begins. Let me know if you blow a load. Post a picture if you want. Happy Sunday.

Part 12: Will Meets the Third Member “You’re back,” Dominic exclaimed. He was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a jock strap. It was good to see him. It was good to see so much of him. “One of these days, you’re going to open your door like that, and it’s going to be a scout selling cookies,” I told him. “Until then, get in here. I’ve got a surprise for you.” “I’ve got one for you,” I told him. “Is it about your brother?” I nodded. “What happened?” “I fucked him a few times,” I told him, noticing his hand reaching down and fondling his jock which was straining to hold his cock. “I tried to wear a condom so I didn’t poz him.” Dominic shivered, sticking out his tongue. “I hate even hearing the word ‘condom.’” “Well, he took one and poked holes in it so it would rip.” Dominic’s hand stopped moving, his dick shooting straight out at me, a bead of precum flying out and landing on the front of my pants. “He stealthed you?” “Not like you did,” I said, trying not to sound harsh, “but, yes.” “Why?” “He said he likes risks, and he saw this as a hot risk to take.” “God,” Dominic said. “I need to meet this brother.” “M. E. E. T?” I asked. “Or M. E. A. T?” “Both, definitely both.” “I’d rather not talk about it right now,” I told him. “Are you feeling guilty?” he asked. “If he ends up poz, it’s because he wanted it. You said he knew it was you at the glory hole. He still had you suck his dick. When are you going to realize that everything that happened was because he wanted it to happen?” I knew Dominic was right. Still, I couldn’t understand the situation. I didn’t know what I would do if I got a call from Jay, telling me that I’d pozzed him. Would he even try to hide it? “I missed you,” he finally said, leaning in and kissing me. I had missed his lips. I had missed his voice. I could feel his erection pressed against my leg. I had missed his dick. “Now, about your surprise.” “If it’s piercing my dick,” I started, “I’m still not sure if I’m ready for that, especially tonight.” “It’s not that,” he assured me. “Something happened while you were gone.” “What do you mean?” “You told me to behave,” he said. “And I tried my best. I really did. It wasn’t entirely my idea, but, admittedly, I didn’t put up too much of a fight in the end.” “What are you talking about?” “I think I just need to show you,” he said, taking my hand. He led me back toward his bedroom where the door was closed. “Now, just remember what I said, and know that this was entirely his idea. He knew what he was getting into.” “He who?” I asked. Dominic opened the door, revealing a naked man on the bed, his arms and legs outstretched, tied to the four corners. “Pastor Kline?” I said, my voice catching in my throat. “Welcome back, Will,” he said, a huge grin on his face. I slammed the door shut, pulling Dominic away from his bedroom. “What the fuck, Dom?” “Let me explain.” “I told you not to go after him.” “I didn’t.” “He’s naked in your bed.” “He came after me.” “Do you really expect me to believe that?” “Yes,” he said. “I told you that I thought he was secretly gay. I’ve watched the way he talks to you. Not only that, but I watch the way he talks to half of the men at your church, and he practically salivates over them. I swear, the one time the three of us were talking, he started getting a boner.” “He’s married.” “He doesn’t lover her,” Dominic said. “He told me. He said he married her because he felt like he needed a wife. He’s been jerking off to gay porn for decades. That’s the only way he’s been able to fuck her and have any kids.” “How did he end up here?” “He stopped me after church on Sunday, saying he wanted to talk. I couldn’t say no. I’m still keeping up appearances. We met at his office and he asked me questions about myself. Am I married? Am I in a relationship? Was I sexually active? Then he asked about us.” “About us?” “He said he noticed that we were getting really close,” Dominic said. “I guess me coming over to your apartment after you started converting tipped him off.” “Are you sure you didn’t open your door wearing only this?” I asked, pointing at his jock. “He threw himself at me,” Dominic said. “Almost literally. He locked his office door and started circling around me. He said he knew I was gay and thought that you were too. I thought he was trying to blackmail you or something. When I tried to stop him, he said he was attracted to me and then rubbed his hand over my crotch.” “Pastor Kline did that?” “The man’s got a good grip,” he said. “He’s a good kisser, too.” “You kissed him?” “He’s naked in my bed, Will. Yeah, I kissed him. Well, he kissed me.” “In his office?” “His secretary almost caught us.” “I don’t believe this,” I said, taking a seat. The realization that I had just seen Pastor Kline naked hadn’t completely hit me yet. I had been in so much shock that I hadn’t noticed anything other than his face. As I imagined going back to open the door, peaking at the rest of his body, I found myself getting hard. I remembered when Pastor Kline had first interviewed me. He had said that I was attractive. There were also other times when I thought I could feel him staring at me. Originally, I thought he had been judging me, trying to see if I was good at my job. Now, I realized he had been checking me out. “Have you,” I started, trying to form my thoughts, “fucked him?” “Not yet,” Dominic said. “Really?” I asked. “Wait, does he know that you’re poz?” “He does,” Dominic said. “Is that why you haven’t fucked him?” “He wants to be pozzed,” Dominic said. “Just not by me.” There was moment of silence between us as I realized why I was finding Pastor Kline in Dominic’s bed on the day I arrived back home. “He’s been waiting for you to get back all day,” Dominic told me. “He says he wants you to poz him.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’re sure he knows what pozzing is?” “More than what you knew when I pozzed you.” “I can’t get my head around this,” I said. “I mean, he’s my boss. He’s Pastor Kline. The man looks a bit like my dad.” “You did just fuck your brother,” he reminded me. The idea of fucking Pastor Kline, while initially horrifying, was sounding hotter and hotter with each passing second. Not only would I be pozzing someone, it would be a married man. It would be the lead pastor of our church. Two pastors fucking. “Looks like your mind is made up,” Dominic said, pointing down at my crotch. My dick was bulging against my pants. He was right. I knew what I wanted. I stripped off my clothes and followed Dominic back to his bedroom. “Have we come to a decision?” Pastor Kline asked as the door opened and Dominic entered inside. Upon seeing me, naked and sporting a boner, a large smile spread across Pastor Kline’s face. “Looks like we have. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” “You’re sure you want this?” I asked, rubbing my dick, precum oozing out. “You see this tattoo on my chest. It’s the same one that Dominic has. It means we’re poz. We’re HIV positive. If I fuck you, you’ll be infected and you’ll be poz too. Is that what you want, Pastor Kline?” “Call me Mark,” he said. “And yes. It’s what I fucking want. I want you to fuck me and cum inside my hole, knocking me up with your poz babies.” My dick jerked at the sound. “We don’t wear condoms,” I said. “I don’t want anything between us, Will,” he said. “I want to feel your cock slide into me, tearing me open, making me bleed.” “My dick is eight inches,” I said. “Dominic is ten.” “That’s the size of a real man’s dick,” Pastor Kline said. “Eight inches. Ten inches. Whatever.” “How big is your dick?” Dominic asked. “Not even five inches,” he said. “It’s not worth fucking with. I don’t want to use it again. If I could lock it up and throw away the key, I would.” “That could be arranged,” Dominic said, winking at me. “You want me to be the one to poz you?” I asked, stepping closer to the bed. “Yes, sir,” Pastor Kline said. “I want your cum in my ass. I want your strain in my veins. I want you to claim me. Both of you. I’ll be your faggot pig whenever you want. I’ll take all your loads. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Please, fuck me.” “We will,” Dominic said. “You won’t leave here without having several loads of poz cum in your ass.” “Exactly what I want to fucking hear,” Pastor Kline said. “Will,” Dominic said, “go to the fridge and get my special lube. I’ll undue his legs so we can fuck him properly.” I nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted. In the fridge I found a water bottle in which there were several loads of poz cum collected. I opened it and smelled the sweet scent of cum. It made my mouth water. As I returned, I found Pastor Kline’s ankles free, the ties that had him secure now holding his legs up, exposing his hairy hole. His body was covered in gray hair. Even though he was older, I could tell that he took care of himself. He wasn’t muscular, but I could tell that he had at one point been a very attractive man. To be honest, he still was. “You know, Mark,” Dominic started, “the last ass Will fucked belonged to his brother.” Pastor Kline’s eyes grew wide. He looked to me for confirmation. “I was his first gay fuck,” I said. “That’s fucking hot,” Pastor Kline said. “I need you to fuck me. I need your cum in my hole. I want to feel you shoot deep inside, filling my guts.” “You’ll get it,” Dominic said. “As Will fucks you, I’ll be fucking Will. As he cums, I’ll cum. All that I have given him will go from me and into him, and from him into you. Your corruption will be complete.” “Do it,” he said. “Claim me.” “We will,” I said, crawling onto the bed. I poured some of the cum from the water bottle onto his balls, watching as it dripped down to his hole. I stuck my fingers inside, forcing him open. “You want it rough?” “I want you to hurt me,” Pastor Kline said. “Make me bleed.” I had three fingers inside of him, twisting, scraping his insides. His body shook, balls jumping into his body. His dick tried to get hard, but as I watched it grow, I saw that it could only get semi-hard. “What a pathetic excuse for a dick,” I said, taking it with my other hand. “Can’t even get it hard.” “Worthless piece of flesh,” Dominic agreed. “Not worth shooting cum.” “It won’t have to,” I said. “Right, Mark?” “Not unless you tell me to,” Pastor Kline said. “When was the last time you fucked someone?” Dominic asked. “It’s been years since I fucked my wife.” “When did you last jerk off?” “This morning,” he said. “But hardly anything came out.” “That’s because your body knows that you’re made to be fucked and nothing else.” “Only to be fucked by real men,” Pastor Kline added. “Men like you.” “Are you ready?” I asked him. “Are you ready for my dick?” “I’ve been ready since the day I first met you,” he said. I removed my fingers, spotting traces of blood on my skin. I held them out for Pastor Kline to see. “You’re open now,” I told him. “Everything we put inside you will infect you. There’ll be no stopping it.” “Do it,” he moaned. “Go deep.” I poured more of the cum on his hole and into my hand, lubing up my dick before I slammed it inside. “Fuck,” Pastor Kline shouted, his body shaking, trying to move away from my intruding dick. “Fuck, you’re huge. It hurts.” “Let it hurt,” I said, forcing more of my dick inside. I watched his eyes as I kept pushing further into his body until his balls were pressed against my pubes. “Feel all that. That’s all my dick filling you.” “God, I feel it. I feel you inside me. I’ve never left this full. I’ve never felt this good.” I started pulling out, watching as blood streaked across my skin. Once only my head remained inside, I forced myself back inside, causing his body to jump again. “Are you ready for me, Son?” Dominic asked, his hard dick bobbing around in search of a hole. “I’m ready, Daddy,” I said, reaching back and pulling my cheeks apart, revealing my hole. “Fuck my cum out of me and into his body.” “Fuck,” Dominic said, lubing up his dick and invading my hole. It had been too long since his cock was last inside me. As he filled me, I felt at home, never wanting a day to go by without him inside me. As he bottomed out, I found my dick growing harder in Pastor Kline’s hole. As Dominic picked up his pace, he was slamming me into Pastor Kline, my body moving between them, milking my dick and Dominic’s at the same time. “Fuck, I’ve never felt this right in my life,” Pastor Kline cried out. I reached forward and grabbed his nipples, twisting them and extracting a loud moan. “I want to hear you groan,” I said, my dick hitting into his prostate, causing a bead of his precum to pearl over his piss slit. “What does your wife think you’re doing?” “She thinks I’m meeting with a church member.” “She has no idea the kind of slut her husband is.” “No idea, sir.” “I hear you have a son,” Dominic said, his words causing his dick to grow. “Is that right?” “Yes,” Pastor Kline said. “How old?” “Nineteen,” he said. “He’s at college.” “And does he have a girlfriend?” “No.” “Is that because he’s a faggot like his dad?” I asked. “Does your son secretly want dick?” “I don’t know,” Pastor Kline said. “I’ve fantasized about him fucking me and filling me with his own cum.” “How big is his dick?” “Bigger than mine,” he said. “Almost as big as Will.” “A real man,” Dominic said. “A real man created from the puny dick of a faggot.” “He’s so big,” Pastor Kline moaned. “He makes me proud having such a big dick to fuck with.” “Would you let him fuck you?” “Yes.” “Would you bring him to us so that we can fuck him?” Dominic asked. “Would you give us your son?” Pastor Kline’s eyes looked from Dominic to me, a hunger growing in his eyes. “Yes. Yes I would bring him to you. I would bring him here so that you could convert him, poz him, infect his body with your cum. I’d bring him so that you could make his balls toxic and his dick a weapon.” “That’s what we like to hear,” Dominic said, kissing my neck. “We’ll see what can be done.” ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you enjoyed the chapter and blew a few loads. Pastor Kline's journey is only beginning.

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Part 11: Dominic Wants Will (A prequel from Dominic's perspective) I slammed my dick hard into his ass, relishing the sound of his moans and gasps. “Fuck, dude,” the sweaty man beneath me cried, hands nearly white as they clung to his legs, revealing a bleeding asshole. “It’s like you’re shoving a baseball bat inside me.” “It’s the same as the first time I fucked you,” I said, slamming back inside. “That’s why you’re bleeding just as much now as then.” He laughed as he tried to breathe. I slammed again, going further this time. His shaking hands lost hold of his legs which fell onto my shoulders. His hands reached up and grabbed for my chest, fingers running through my chest hair. I looked down and caught sight of gleaming gold. I loved it when they still wore their wedding rings while being fucked by someone else. A thought crossed my mind, something a bit dirty. I grabbed his left hand and slipped his ring off, making sure he saw what I was doing even as stars flashed before his eyes. “You know what I think of this?” I asked him, showing him the ring. I reached behind me and stuck it between my ass cheeks, the ring lost in ass hair and sweat. “For safe keeping.” “Safe?” the man laughed again, his hands running down my body and stopping on the tattoo on my pelvis. “There’s nothing safe about you. You’ve ruined my marriage.” I looked down at the biohazard tattoo beneath his fingers and then over to my arm on which there were tally marks tattooed. A freshly done 49th tally had been done only just that morning. Jackson, the man I was fucking, had called me a week and a half before, letting me know that he had come down with the flu. He and I both knew it was more than that. Jackson was a married man from a few states over, routinely flying here for business. I had found him on an app where he listed himself as a hungry cheating hole needing a big dick and a big load. When we had met and I stripped of my clothes, he saw my tattoo and took a step back. “Guess you know what that means.” I said. “I don’t just got a big load. I’ve got a life changing load. If you want it, it’s all yours.” Jackson’s eyes lifted from the tattoo and met mine, a smile filling his face. “Fuck up my life, you dirty fucker.” Now, as I unloaded more of my toxic cum into his insides, I thought about what he was going to tell his wife the next time she wanted to fuck. Will he infect her? Will he leave? Did I care? Honestly, a bit. Yes, I enjoyed plowing his ass, ruining his hole, and dumping my poz seed into his bleeding body. He had jumped at the chance. Still, a part of me cared about what was going to happen to him. I wanted him to enjoy himself. He was now free. He could fuck whomever he wanted. I had given him a gift. He should thank me. I felt the ring still between my ass cheeks and wondered if he’d notice flying back home without it. I like souvenirs. That, or I could sell it and get some cash. Either way. Jackson left, with his ring, both smelling of my sweat. He walked funny, his insides still rearranged from my dick’s intrusion. I loved watching men walk away, trying to gain composure, their bodies adjusting to the raw fucking they had just endured. Sometimes, it felt amazing knowing that they couldn’t walk at all, their entire bodies shut down as they contemplated what I had just done to them. In more ways than one, I impacted their bodies. I told Jackson to call the next time he was in town. I wanted to give him his first tattoo, preferably a biohazard symbol on his ass or lower back. The man was a bottom slut. Once his wife left him, I knew he wouldn’t go around using his dick to fuck anyone. It was all about his hole now. I had that effect on men. I showed them how much of a bottom they truly were. I also showed them how deeply they craved cock. Once you’ve been fucked by me, there’s no going back to pussy. Give me any man, and I’m sure I can change him. Not that I sought out men to do this to. Why spend so much time chasing down someone just to see if I can get them into bed? If they wanted my big dick unloading my precious load in their asses, they’d come after me. *** “Start wearing condoms yet?” Doctor Wade asked. I sat naked on the examination table in my doctor’s office. This man wasn’t just my doctor. He was also a neg hole I had pozzed. He had sought me out, and I was only more than willing to make him a tally on my arm. He was a hot fuck, huge muscles, beautiful face. Plus, it was good to have a doctor on the same “team” as me. “Never,” I told him. “Good boy.” I smiled. “Looking for more marks?” he asked as if he could read my mind. He pointed down at my tattoos. “Which one am I again?” I pointed his tally out. “I see 49 is new. Who was the guy?” “A married guy,” I told him. “I fuck him when he’s on routine business trips.” “Did he know?” I smiled. “He practically jumped on my dick, he wanted it so bad.” Doctor Wade moaned, his hand reaching down to his own crotch were his dick was tenting his pants. “Fuck. How do you always find guys like this?” “I’m a bit of a magnet for hot guys,” I told him. “Not just hot guys,” he said. “You’ve got a talent for the [banned word]. If there’s a guy out there who could end up on a [banned word] site or fetish board, you somehow find him. I’m surprised you haven’t fucked your own dad.” “I wouldn’t touch that asshole,” I told him. I hated my dad. I had my reasons. My brother and I escaped that man as soon as we could have when we were eighteen. It wasn’t too long after that that my brother, Roco, and I were first introduced to gay sex. He and I never fucked since we were both tops. Sure, we spit roasted a few guys, but that was it. I’m not as [banned word] as he thinks, I thought, watching as Doctor Wade continued rubbing his dick. “When’s your next appointment?” I asked. Doctor Wade smiled, undoing his pants. “We’ve got time.” I hoped off the table. “Then get on.” *** I was pouring sweat, dropping the fifty pound weights. It had been a few hours since I started my work out. It was easy to lose track of time when you’re surrounded by sweaty men, their musk filling the air. Bottle that up, and you could make a killing. “Pushing hard?” Neil asked. Neil was the general manager of the gym. He was gay, but he only used condoms, meaning we had no chance of fucking. He was a handsome man who often had the female gym-goers tripping over themselves. They did the same with me, clearly unaware that they were barking up the wrong trees on every count. “Got to keep looking good,” I said. “Well, the work is paying off,” he said. He turned, waving his hand at someone across the gym. “Great job, Will. You killed it.” “Thanks, Neil,” a voice shouted back. I turned and spotted the man Neil had called to. He was young, late twenties if I had to guess. He had brown hair, stubble, and an athletic build without being overly muscled. His shirt was covered in sweat, his bare arms glistening under the gym lights. If you wanted to picture the perfect “boy next door,” he was it. I was probably double this man’s age, or close to it give or take five years, something which got me hard immediately. I liked younger guys, playing into my ability to be both the dominant and the daddy. “Who was that?” I asked. “That was…” Neil eyed me, a smirk turning his face. “Oh, no. Not happening.” “What?” “What do you mean ‘what?’ You’ve got your scouting goggles on.” “I just asked who he is.” “And why do you want to know?” I tried to think of an excuse other than the truth he had already guessed. The only head working was the one pushing to escape my jockstrap. “So what if I think he’s hot?” “Every gay man in this gym has clocked him already,” Neil said, “and I’ve shot down every hope and dream.” “Why?” I asked. “You want him for yourself?” “Absolutely,” Neil said. “I’d have him fuck me against a cactus. That’s not the problem.” “Married?” Neil shook his head. “Pastor.” “What?” I asked. “Pastor? As in, like, a church?” “As in wedged up high into God’s ass, there’s no room for anyone else.” I tried to catch a glimpse of the man as he walked out the front door. “What church?” “The Church of Never Gonna Happen,” Neil said. “Drop it.” He walked away, leaving me to stare. *** “Fuck,” Tom groaned as I unloaded in his ass. I fell forward, my chest pressed against his back, counting on his arms and legs to keep us from collapsing on the bed. It had been Tom’s idea to fuck doggy style since he liked it when I reached forward and grabbed his neck from behind. I kissed the back of his neck where my handprints were still red, his tattoo of a scorpion standing out even still. Tom was a usual gym fuck. We’d work out, go to either his place or mine, and spend a few hours fucking. His boyfriend didn’t mind. Tom pozzed him, continuing my line. In fact, sometimes we’d have a three-way in which we’d all be exhausted for hours after. Their neighbors always complained, especially when the walls shook, knocking pictures down. “Whatever you’re doing for your ass at the gym is really working,” I told him, slapping his right cheek and leaving another red handprint. I pulled out, a small trickle of cum leaking out. “Glad you noticed,” he said. Tom climbed off the bed, grabbing a buttplug he had brought with him, securing my cum inside his ass. He checked the time. “Got to get home. I think Robby will want to add to your load before we go out for drinks. You should join us.” “Maybe some other time,” I said. I watched as he got dressed, running my thumb over the tally which had marked his conversion. “Hey,” I started, trying to sound casual, “I was just wondering, I was working out the other day, and I started talking to someone—” “Stop right there,” Tom said. “Neil already told me about your obsession.” “What?” I asked. “What obsession?” “Dom, Pastor Ryder is off limits.” “Pastor Ryder?” I said. “Is that his name?” Tom stared at me, frozen. “Fuck.” “That’s what I’m hoping for,” I said, more to myself than Tom. *** I walked into the locker room, Pastor Ryder in my sights. Weeks had gone by since I first saw him, and every day since I kept my eyes open for any sign of what was my “forbidden fruit.” I watched as he went to his locker, hoping to see him strip. I had imagined what his body looked like. Still so young, so malleable, his body would be pristine. I’d seen him wearing gym shirts that showed off hairy pits and chest hair sneaking out of his collar. How hairy would he be? I’d also seen him lean down to pick up weights, his lower back revealing a dusting of hair trailing down. Hairy ass? I loved it when a guy’s hairy ass wraps around my dick. Also, being a tattoo artist, I wanted to see if he had any ink. More than anything, I wanted to see what he had swinging between his legs. He took out a bag from his locker and closed the door, turning to leave. He passed me without a look, the smell of his sweat hitting my nose, and I wanted to cum. “Nice try,” Tom said, appearing at my side. “He doesn’t shower here.” “So, no one knows what he’s got?” “An unsolved mystery,” Tom said, pulling off his own shorts, revealing his own erect member. He winked at me, walking toward the showers. I went home, exhausted, unable to get Pastor Ryder out of my head. I wanted him. I wanted him beneath me, under my power, his ass filled with my toxic cum. I wanted him begging for me to poz him. I wanted to dominate him in every sense. I wanted to fuck him so hard, he’d forget everyone except me. Then, maybe, I’d forget him. Every fuck I had had since I saw him ended with my imagination turning whoever I was inside into the man I couldn’t have. Maybe I was drawn to the [banned word]. Maybe I wanted what I knew I couldn’t have. Maybe I knew all I had was the chase. I took out my phone and looked up his name, finding the church he worked at. I found his picture in their directory and stared at his beautiful face, taken by his smile, by his eyes. I fished out my dick and started jerking off, eyes glued to this man I wanted desperately. In almost record time, I shot into the air, cum raining down, a glob hitting the screen, covering his face. “If only,” I said, admiring the sight before me. I brought the screen to my face and licked the cum off. I had to see him. *** I felt nervous walking toward the building. I hadn’t been in a church in years, for obvious reasons. I wanted to get his attention, but I didn’t know how to do it other than walking in wearing nothing but a smile. That wouldn’t work. Instead, I wore a black shirt that showed off my hairy arms and tattoos. My jeans were fitting, showing off my ass and bulge. I looked good, and in any other setting, I would have men following after me, ready to open their asses. Instead, I was walking into a church where I knew I would be getting looks of judgement. I didn’t care about them. I cared only about one person. I just had to find him. It was as if God was bringing us together. There he was, standing in the entrance. I had expected I would have had to search him out, but there he stood, shaking hands. God, he was beautiful. Just seeing him brought out my dominate side even more than before. I felt as if I was getting bigger, muscles swelling, height increasing. My testosterone surged. Animalistic desires spread through my body. I had to have him. I pushed past people, eyes focused on him. I reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling his body against mine, holding him close. He looked up into my eyes, a sexy smile turning his lips. “About time you made a move,” he said. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” I said, kissing him, my hand moving over his body, his groin bulging next to my own. I could smell him, his intoxicating scent. Everyone disappeared around us. We weren’t in the church. We were in my bedroom. He stepped away from me, his body naked, hairy, gleaming with sweat, his gorgeous cock sticking straight out at me. I had never seen anything more beautiful. “Hello,” Pastor Ryder said, hand outstretched. I snapped back to reality, standing in front of him, suddenly overly warm. I half expected to find us standing there naked, or, at the very least, myself naked and sporting a raging boner. Luckily, I was clothed, my tight jeans hiding the erection striving to burst out of my pants. I could feel precum starting to pool around my dick, sticking to my leg. “I’m Pastor Ryder,” he said, seemingly unaware of the pressure he was creating in my pants. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “First time,” I said, regaining my awareness. I took his hand and shook it, relishing the feeling of his warm skin. His smile grew. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.” “I’m glad that you did.” I looked him over, noticing a sudden movement in his crotch. I smiled. Clearly, he wasn’t as off limits as everyone thought. I couldn’t be sure, but something in the way he looked at me seemed to reveal a spark. Was he aware of it too? We talked a bit more before I walked off, turning back once to catch his eye. He ran off after that, looking flustered. Perhaps he wasn’t aware, I realized. I’d encountered men before who suppressed their attraction to men, unable to admit to themselves their deepest desire. I was always able to uncover that desire, regardless of how “deep” it was. Something told me that Pastor Ryder was different. I didn’t think he even knew it about himself. Or, he was only just discovering it. Looks like we’re meeting at the perfect time, I thought. *** I had an erection all day Friday. I had emailed, asking for a meeting. He had accepted. I was both surprised and unsurprised. The thought of seeing him again was like the strongest dose of Viagra imaginable. I did my best to ignore it as I worked, hoping my clients didn’t notice the wet spot on my crotch. I arrived at his office wearing a shirt from my business, liking the way it fit around my chest and arms. I knocked on his door. “Pastor Ryder?” I said, sticking my head in. “Dominic Moore,” he said, standing up and taking my hand. “Good to see you again.” “You too,” I said. “Please, just call me Dom. Everyone does.” If that wasn’t a hint, I didn’t know what was. “Alright, Dom. Call me Will.” “Will do, Will,” I said, smiling what I was sure was a stupid grin. What a dumb joke. Why was I acting like such an idiot? I took a seat, noticing his eyes glued to my shirt, the design drawing his eyes to my chest. It was working. “I’ve heard of that place,” he said. “I’ve never gone. I think a neighbor of mine goes there.” “I own the place,” I told him. “You’re a tattoo artist?” “Nearly twenty years now,” I said, the number sounding weighty. “Which I’m guessing isn’t too far off from your age.” He smiled. “Twenty-nine.” “Still young,” I told him. He was perfect. Not too young, acting like a spoiled child, treating me like a sugar daddy, but not too old to threaten dominance. It was meant to be. He asked me about myself. I answered, casting the questions back on him. He was single, interested in my own status. Not the one you should be asking about, I thought. He seemed nervous. As the discussion started involving God, I did my best to distract him. I did too good of a job as he noticed my tattoos. “Are you a Scorpio?” I looked down at my arm. “I am, funny enough.” “That date though, isn’t that in May. May birthdays aren’t Scorpios.” “No,” I said, thinking back to that night, the night I had been pozzed, my brother next to me. I could still hear the panting breath and smell the sweat of our bodies. A man’s conversion is a special time. It’s meant to be taken seriously. I looked at Pastor Ryder, imagining what his night would be like should it be with me. “That date is for something else.” “Are those tally marks?” I looked over to my other arm. “They are.” “What are they for?” “That’s a bit complicated to explain,” I told him. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.” “How many are there?” “Almost fifty,” I said, eyes focused on his quizzical examination of my body. I loved knowing that he was looking me over, taking in every part of myself. Clearly he was curious, just as I wanted him to be. “One away, actually.” “Maybe you’ll get fifty soon,” he said. I smiled, imaging myself taking him right there in his office, revealing to him the tattoos only those I turned were privileged to see. “Yeah, I think I will,” I said. One way or another, I decided as I sat in this man’s office, I was going to see this through. I wouldn’t stop until I entered his body, taking him as mine, and turning his whole life in another direction. He probably expected to get married, to have kids, to live a normal life. He deserved more than that. He deserved freedom, the type only I could give him. In that moment, I knew he was the one. He wasn’t just number 50. He was going to be more than that. I was going to be more to him than he could ever imagine. His life would never be the same after me. I’d make sure of it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Not a ton of sex, but I hope you found it enjoyable. The story from Will's perspective will continue in the next chapter.

An emotional connection can definitely draw someone in. For me, I didn't have that with my teacher. He was a bit of an asshole at times. It was a purely physical thing. I remember once there was a time when our school did a swimming class at the YMCA, and even though I knew how to swim, I went. He was there and I saw him shirtless for the first and only time. His chest was covered in hair with a trail going down beneath his swim trunks. I wish I remembered more.

The next chapter I was going to post was continuing on as Will comes back to Dominic, but an idea hit me which I'm going to go with instead. I'm writing a side chapter for the next chapter in which we will go back to see the first time Dominic saw Will at the gym. It's from Dominic's perspective, giving a bit of insight into everything leading up to him pozzing Will's hole. I'm still writing it, so it'll be a few days before it's posted. Then, I'll post the chapter continuing the story. I've also considered writing a prequel story about Dominic and how he was pozzed. Not sure if I'll do it, but it's a possibility. I've still got plenty of new characters to bring to you first. Glad to know so many of you either want to fuck Will or be fucked by Dominic.

I love when the inner darkness comes out.

I hate needles, but here it was fucking hot.

This line alone makes me cum.

When I was a teenager, I had a teacher that I was obsessed with. He was beautiful. I think he was one of the men that started my DILF obsession. He wore tight pants which showed off a sizeable bulge and hugged his ass. I'd ask questions during tests just so he would walk over and stand at my desk, the desk's top at the perfect level to be eye-to-eye with his dick. I used to jerk off to his picture in the yearbook, plastering his face with cum. I've seen him since, but only a few times. I always wished something could have happened between us. He's married, but that doesn't stop my need to fuck him and have him fuck me back. Anyone else have someone from their past that they wish something could have happened with, then or even now if your paths crossed again? Who is he? What did you wish could have happened?

Never wanted to. Like other posts here, I am attracted to "dad" types, just not my own.

If you blow a guy because you want cum, it's not a problem. Eat up. If you blow a guy because you like sucking a guy off, then you're missing out on the experience. That's an issue. Still, if you're able to get a guy hard again and get a 2nd load, you've got the best of both worlds.

At least once, but I edge for hours. In college, guys in my dorm asked what our record was in one day. Most said 3-4. They got to me, and I said 8. They all looked concerned. What did I care? I could cum more and recover faster than they could. I won.

I don't have a brother, but I wish I did. Having another guy growing up alongside you, discovering porn and jerking off around the same time, possibly doing it together is a dream. I also like the idea of someone with a body that closely matches your own.

Part 10: Brotherly Love (aka the much discussed chapter) “Does anyone know?” I asked. “No,” Jay said. “Does anyone know that you’re… well, you know?” I shook my head. “So,” he said. “I guess you’re not the last virgin in the house after all. Right?” I shook my head. “You slept with another man?” I nodded. “What was it like?” he asked. I looked at him, noticing in his eyes a longing. He really wanted to know. “It’s incredible,” I said. “Better than I could have imagined.” “So, not into women anymore?” “I… uh… I don’t know,” I told him. “Maybe. I got thrown into everything so fast, I never really stopped to think about it.” “Well, I won’t tell anyone.” “Thanks,” I said. “Though, it would involve you telling them how you found out which doesn’t make you look too good either.” Jay nodded. “I’m sorry that I tricked you into sucking my dick.” His words hung in the air, neither of us able to wrap our minds around the truth. We were no longer just brothers. I didn’t know what we were now. “ Can I tell you,” Jay started, “I’ve had plenty of blow jobs in my life, but nothing like that. I had trouble breathing after.” “Really?” For some reason, I felt proud. Jaw slept around a lot, so hearing that I was seemingly the best did make me feel good. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like,” Jay said, “but I’ve never tried.” He moved closer to me, the heat of his body pulsing against me. “Could you… would you try…” He looked up into my eyes, leaning forward and kissing me. For split second, I wanted to recoil, the idea of my brother’s lips on mind turning my stomach, but as the moment passed, I found myself draw into the kiss. “Fuck,” Jay said, breaking the kiss and catching his breath. He looked down at his dick and laughed. “You’ve got me dripping, brother.” “Me too,” I said. He leaned in again, but I reached out and stopped him. “I can’t,” I said. “Is it because I’m…” “No,” I said. “Well, partly. I’m not sure. It should be.” Jay smiled. “I know. It should be disgusting, but, I’ve got to tell you, it feels hot.” “Jay, there’s something you don’t know about me.” “I know that you’re gay,” he said. “What else is there?” I backed away and pulled off my shirt, revealing my chest and the tattoo on it. Jay’s eyes grew wide at the sight. “Does that mean what I think it means?” “I’m poz,” I told him. “How long?” “A few weeks,” I said. “Almost two months.” “Who?” “The guy I told you about at dinner. The guy that started coming to church.” “Is he?” “He’s not religious. It’s a long story. He fucked me a few times and I converted. I got this tattoo from him. He’s a tattoo artist.” “Are you dating?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “Sort of.” “Does your church know?” “Fuck, no,” I said. “No one knows. Well, not no one. You know now.” “So, you don’t want to fuck me because you don’t want to poz me?” I nodded. Jay turned and went to his duffle bag, opening a zipper and pulling out a small square packet. Even though I had never seen one in person, I knew it was a condom. “Problem solved.” “Jay, no. It isn’t right.” “You’ve already sucked me off,” he said. “And with a condom, we’ll be careful. Please. I’ve always wondered what it’s like to get fucked. If it’s with you, at least I know it’s with someone who will be careful. Please.” I stared at the condom and then at Jay. How had we come to this point? How had I journeyed from a straight virgin pastor to a poz gay man contemplating sleeping with his brother? How far had I fallen? How much of a pig was I? There was only one way to tell. I took the condom and looked Jay in the eye. “If you make a noise, you’ll wake the whole house. You’ll have to be quiet.” “Okay,” he said. “Do you have lube?” “Some,” he said, returning to his bag. He handed me a packet the same size as the condom. “Get on the bed,” I told him. “On your back. Leg’s up toward your chest.” To say that Jay was eager would have been an understatement. He scrambled onto the bed and pulled his knees to his chest, revealing a hair hole. I opened the condom, turning it over. “Don’t you know how to put one on?” Jay asked. I pointed at my tattoo. “Clearly not.” “Here,” he said, taking the condom. He reached out and placed it on the head of my dick, a bit of precum dripping into the tip. “Ooops, wrong way around,” Jay flipped the condom and started to roll it on. It felt weird knowing my brother was touching my dick. Then again, I was about to shove it into his ass. “Alright,” Jay said, returning to his back, legs pulled up to his chest. “Fill me up.” I opened the packet of lube and squirted some on my dick, leaving some which I squirted into my hand. I climbed onto the bed and ran my hand along Jay’s asshole. “Fuck,” he moaned. “I’ve got to open you up first,” I told him, slipping one of my fingers inside. His body pulled away for a moment, but I brought him back, slipping another finger inside. “You’re tight,” I told him. “Fucking tight,” he said. “Three fingers now,” I said, moving in and out of my brother’s hole, my fingers opening him up. “Now four.” “Fuck,” Jay moaned, his hands shaking, almost loosing grip of his legs. “How do you do this?” “Practice,” I told him, moving my fingers faster. Once he was open, I removed my fingers and lined my dick up to his hole. I looked him in the eye as my dick head pressed into his hole. “Are you ready?” He nodded. I pushed forward, my dick sliding inside. Jay’s head flew back, his mouth open, ready to scream. I lunged forward, my hand covering his mouth. At the same time, my dick forced itself inside, causing his back to arch off the bed. “You’ve got to be quiet,” I whispered, holding my hand over his mouth until I knew he wasn’t going to scream. “Fuck,” Jay moaned, a tear in his eye. “You’re fucking huge.” “I told you I was.” I started pumping inside him, starting slow before speeding up. “How’s that feel?” “Incredible,” he said. A large smile filled his face. “Does it always feel like this?” “Don’t know,” I told him. “Dominic is the only one who has fucked me.” “How many times?” “I didn’t keep track.” “More than twenty?” “Way more than twenty.” “My brother, a little slut.” My pace was picking up. Our bodies were sweating as the temperature of the room reached dangerous levels. I watched as his body moved beneath me. His eyes were closed, his face contorting every time my dick disappeared fully into his hole. His dick was fully hard, precum dripping over his abs. His balls were pulled tight into his body. For a moment, I forgot that he was my brother. Instead, I saw a beautiful man giving himself over to me. “I’ve never felt like this,” he groaned. “What is that?” “Your prostate,” I told him. “I think I’m gunna cum,” he said. “I’m not even jerking off.” “Sometimes it feels better that way.” I could feel myself growing close. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” he moaned, eyes open, watching as cum shot out over his chest. “Holy shit.” “Taste it,” I told him, my breath growing short. “Really?” he asked. “I did,” I reminded him. He scooped some in his hand and reluctantly dropped it on his tongue. I could tell he didn’t like the taste. I scooped some up and tasted it again, my eyes meeting his. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum,” I told him, my heart pounding. “Do it,” he said. I felt my stomach contort as my balls shot up into my body, muscles quaking as my cum shot into the condom. It fell odd feeling the cum pooling around my dick, especially as I tended to cum so much. I was afraid it would ooze out. I pulled out and removed the condom, almost half of it filled with cum. “So not only is your dick bigger,” Jay said, “but you cum bucket loads.” “Guess I’m just lucky,” I said. “What a waste for a pastor.” “A poz pastor,” I added. “Who just fucked his own brother.” “Imagine if Mom and Dad knew,” he said. “They can’t know.” “Obviously,” he said. I brought the condom up to my mouth and poured the contents back, swallowing my cum down. “I liked the fucking,” Jay said, “but I don’t understand what you like about tasting cum.” “Tastes good to me.” I crawled off the bed and stood back, admiring Jay. All I could think about was how Dominic would love to see us there, the smell of our sweaty bodies permeating the air. I grabbed my phone and brought it back to the bed. “What are you doing?” Jay asked. “Thought I’d send a picture to Dominic,” I said. “Is that alright?” “Fine by me,” he said. I took a picture of Jay and sent it, waiting for a response. “So, is your boyfriend big too?” he asked. “Ten inches,” I told him. “Not fucking fair,” he said. My phone buzzed. “Are you fucking serious?” Dominic shouted on the other end. “You fucked your brother?” “Sure did,” I said. “He let you poz him? Does he know?” “I wore a condom.” “Sorry to hear that.” “Listen, I’m not pozzing my brother.” “No, but you still fucked him.” “Yes, I did.” “You’re more twisted than I imagined,” Dominic said. “Any chance of bringing him home?” “I doubt it.” “Too bad.” “I’ve got to go.” “Have fun.” “Sounds like he liked what he saw,” Jay said. “More than you know?” I told him. “Want to go another round?” Jay asked. “I’ve got more condoms.” I smiled. We continued fucking. I kept wearing condoms, fearing that I would give my brother HIV. I understood now why Dominic refused to wear a condom. It felt unnatural. I missed feeling skin on skin, even if it was with my brother. On the third night, as I was fucking Jay, a knock on the door startled us. “Shit,” Jay whispered, pushing me off of him. I scrambled to collect myself, pulling covers over me and my tattoo. I looked down and saw the blanket tenting. I squashed my dick down, wincing at the pain. “Are you alright in there?” our mom called. “The door’s locked. We don’t allow locked doors in this house. You know that.” “I’m naked, Mom,” Jay shouted back, wiping lube from his ass. “Unless you want to barge in and see my dick.” “Language, Jay.” “What do you want, Mom?” “I was just seeing if you wanted some cookies.” “Mom, we’re grown men. We don’t want cookies.” “Sorry for asking,” she said, storming off. Jay and I exchanged glances, laughing at the near miss. “Still hard?” he asked. I pulled back the cover, revealing a slowly rising dick. “On my way up.” We quickly ran out of condoms, but Jay went out and bought more. As I slipped it on, there was something odd about it, something I couldn’t figure out. “What is it?” Jay asked. He was reaching down, shoving his own fingers into his ass. From all our fucking, his hole had opened up well. Still, he was really shoving his fingers deep inside. “Not sure,” I said. I slipped my dick inside him and started slowly pumping in and out. Again, something wasn’t right. I stopped. “Keep going,” Jay said. After a minute, I noticed that the unpleasant feeling of the condom was gone, replaced now by the feeling I was used to. I started to pull out, but Jay’s legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer until I was stretched out over him. “Feel good?” Jay asked. “Really good,” I told him. “I just hate the feeling of condoms.” “That’s why I got these new ones,” he said. “They feel like you’re wearing nothing at all.” His legs wrapped tighter. “Really fuck me. Fuck me hard.” “You’ve got it.” I started slamming hard into his ass, trying to hit his prostate while also making sure the bed wasn’t making too much noise. Though I knew I didn’t want to ever wear condoms again, I had to admit that the ones Jay bought were amazing. It felt as if I was fucking him bare. Jay jerked off his cock, but while he normally came first, he was slowing his strokes. “I’m gunna cum,” I told him, my sweat dripping off my body and onto his. “Do it,” he said, smiling. I made one final thrust, entering him as far as I could go, and then my heart dropped. The feeling I had felt over the past few days, the feeling of cum pooling around my dick, was missing. Instead, it felt as it had when I had fucked Dr. Wade. I looked down at Jay with wide eyes, mouth hung open, fearful. Jay only smiled, his legs pulling me tighter to his body. “My turn,” he said. He closed his eyes and jerked his cock one final time, his cum shooting out between us, hitting my chest and mixing into my chest hair, dripping down onto his body. As he gained his breath, I worked to pull myself from out of his legs’ hold. Pulling out my dick, I first saw the condom wrapped around the base of my shaft like a ring, and then the skin of my dick coated in blood and cum. The condom had broken. “Shit,” I said, looking at Jay’s ass. It was swollen with bits of blood and cum leaking out. “Oh, fuck. Shit. SHIT!” “Be quiet,” Jay hissed. “You’re going to wake everyone up.” “Jay,” I said, standing up on his bed, pointing my dick out to him. “The condom broke. It broke, and I didn’t know, and I… I just… I just came inside you.” Jay reached a hand down to his ass and touched his hole, his fingers rubbing the blood and cum around the swollen lips. “Yeah,” he said. “Feels like you did.” “Jay, we’ve got to do something,” I told him. “We’ve got to get you to a hospital. We’ve got to get you help.” “Why?” he asked. I stood there stunned. “Jay, have you completely forgotten what this is?” I pointed at my tattoo. “I’m poz. That means my cum is toxic. You’re bleeding.” “Yeah,” he said, looking at his fingers. “I know.” “I don’t understand,” I said, unaware of his calm tone as my stress intensified. “That didn’t happen with the other condoms. Why did these break? Were they cheaper?” “Yeah,” Jay said. “I wasn’t going to pay a ton of money for condoms I was going to poke holes in.” I stared down at my brother, his words sinking into my brain. “What?” “I poked holes in the condom,” Jay said. “I used one of Mom’s needles.” “Why would you do that?” “So it would break,” he said. “Why would you want it to break?” I demanded, my voice growing louder. “Because you wouldn’t fuck me unless you wore one,” he said. “Remember the first night you fucked me, you didn’t know how to put the condom on. I put it on you wrong at first on purpose. I wanted to see if I got a rush from knowing a bit of your precum was on the outside when you fucked me. It was just a little risk, but it was amazing.” I backed away from the bed, my head spinning. “You wanted me to poz you?” “Not exactly,” Jay said. “Look, you know I sleep around. And, yes, I bring condoms with me, but I don’t always use them. I like taking risks with sex. Sometimes, I like fucking a woman, knowing I could be impregnating her. She always knows I’m bare, but still. I like risks. When you told me you were poz, I just couldn’t go without having you fuck me at least once without a condom. I knew you wouldn’t if I asked you, so I tricked you.” “Do you understand what you’ve done?” “Yeah, I’ve taken a risk,” he said. “I’m a grown adult who makes his own choices. I like doing risky things. I’m allowed to. Besides, did you know that your boyfriend was poz when he fucked you?” I shook my head. “And you’re still with him,” Jay said. “Sounds risky to me. Actually, a pastor fucking anyone out of wedlock is risky, let alone a gay man. Seems like you like to take risks too.” I sat down on the bed, the fear which had been coursing through my body lessening. “What happens if you get sick?” I asked him. Jay shrugged. “That’s a part of the risk. If I do, then I’ll have a part of you as a part of me forever. Seems like a cool thing for brothers. Anyway, do you feel any different now than before?” I waited, thinking hard. “No,” I told him. “Converting sucked. Worst flu ever. If anything, I feel freer. I definitely feel hornier.” “Good news for me,” Jay said. “I love feeling horny.” “I know you do,” I said, a slight smile appearing. “I know you’re going to be mad at me,” Jay said. “I’m sorry. I don’t regret doing it. I don’t regret you fucking me for the last few nights. The best sex I’ve ever had has been with you.” I turned at looked at Jay, an overwhelming feeling of anger and love flowing through me. He reached out and pulled me face into a kiss. We went to sleep without talking, and when I woke up the next morning, I crept out of the room and went for a run. When I got back, I found that Jay’s things were gone. “Hey, Mom,” I said, coming down stairs. “Where’s Jay.” “He had to leave early,” she said. “He wanted me to let you know that he’s glad you two were able to get closer these past few days. He hopes you can get together and do it again soon.” “Yeah,” I said. “Maybe.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Alright, just to settle the discussion, I'll let you know what was in the chapter before I made changes. Originally, Will Fucked Jay several times, but he always wore a condom. They parted ways with nothing really happening. I decided to change this for a few reasons. 1. This site is called "Breeding Zone" which comes with some expectations. 2. Having Jay being a risk taker with sex answers why he had Will suck his dick. 3. This provides a way for Jay to return in a later chapter (maybe). Anyway, with all that said, I can assure you that what you're getting here is FAR superior to what I had before. Also, thanks to those who messaged me with ideas. I can't promise I'll use everything, but I appreciate seeing what you think/want to have happen. Some of you have some REALLY twisted minds. I also appreciate the love. I'm taken back by your comments supporting the story. I almost never posted. Now, no arguing. Just keep jerking off.

Mr. Miller approached Brian and leaned in close to his ear. “Partial,” he said. Brian gasped, his body falling to the floor, hands reaching down to the weight around his balls. He tried taking the weight off, but he was unsuccessful. He looked up at Mr. Miller and Wesley. “It hurts,” he said. “It’s meant to,” Mr. Miller said. “If I’m going to extend your balls to an ungodly length, it’s going to bring you pain. But, remember, that’s why I have you. You’ll learn to crave pain. It’ll be the only way you get off. Brian’s hands stopped with the weight and instead felt around the cock cage. “When is this coming off?” “It’s never coming off,” Mr. Miller said. “If it does, it’s only after your dick has shrunk down to at least one inch.” Brian looked up at Mr. Miller, his face growing red. He jumped up and started toward him, but the sudden movement caused the scrotum weight to hit against his legs, bringing him back down to his knees. “You can’t hurt me, slave,” Mr. Miller said. “The brainwashing won’t allow you to. It also won’t allow you to run. You’re stuck here, doing what I tell you to do, so, if I were you, I’d learn to find some enjoyment in tonight’s fucking. Odds are, even with your good looks, you wouldn’t have gotten dick like this even if you’d begged. Speaking of which, everything that Master Wesley tells you to do, you will do without hesitation. That includes begging for his huge dick to tear your ass open. Understand?” Mr. Miller could see Brian trying to resist, but his will was already breaking down. “Yes, Master.” He finally said. “Master Wesley,” Mr. Miller said, “He’s all yours.” Mr. Miller walked away, leaving his slave with Wesley. “I love having men under my control,” Wesley told Brian, removing his clothing. “Having them completely under a trance is good, but I miss seeing them squirm and cry and plead for me to pull my thick, log-sized dick out of their asses. Looks like I get to listen to your cries all night. Isn’t that right?” “Yes, Master Wesley,” Brian said. “Good, slave. Now, get into that sling.” Brian stood up, the weight hitting into his legs, causing him to shudder from the pain. He didn’t stop, though, unable to resist Wesley’s command. He climbed up into the sling, his balls hanging down over his ass, the skin already red. “If you thought your master tore you up,” Wesley said, revealing his 11-inch dick, “you haven’t felt anything yet.” Mr. Miller went around the room, whispering the secret trigger words which would bring some of the slaves out of their trance states, leaving them incapable of running away or crying out for help. Instead, all they could do was cry out in either pain or passion as the room was filled with the sound of men fucking. “Do you hear that?” Wesley asked, grabbing a bottle of lube and rubbing it along his dick. “All those cries, your voice is about to be the loudest of the bunch.” “Please,” Brian said, his hands grasping the chains of the sling. “I don’t want it to hurt.” Wesley laughed. “When I fuck, it always hurts.” He lined his dick up with Brian’s hole, moving his weighted balls to the side, and shoved half of his dick inside. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!” Brian cried, back arching, head thrown back, mouth open in a scream of pain as the largest dick he had ever seen ripped his ass open wide. Already a bit of blood was leaking out of his ass, running down along the sling and dripping down on to the floor as Wesley started pumping inside the slave. “Scream louder,” Wesley growled, forcing more of himself inside Brian who was no longer screaming, his body in shock. His eyes were wide, searching for someone to help him. “I’d close that mouth unless you want a poz dick down your throat,” Wesley said. “In fact, I need someone to fuck this slave’s throat.” A slave of another master stepped forward, his dick in which there was a PA dangling between his legs, proving him to be large. “This slave is going to fuck your throat,” Wesley told Brian, reaching out and grabbing his face, directing his eyes into his own. “You won’t bite. You won’t turn away. You’ll gag, but you won’t puke. When he cums, it’ll shoot down your throat and into your stomach. Understand?” “Yes, Master Wesley,” Brian whimpered, his head tilting back once it was released. His eyes saw the other slave’s pierced dick and he started to grow even more afraid. Wouldn’t that metal ring hurt his throat? Feeling the dick in his ass, the weight on his balls, and with the knowledge that poz cum had been and was about to be shot deep into his body, he already knew his body was hurting and would only hurt more. It was as if these men were trying to break him down and break him open. “Open up wide,” Wesley said, shoving his dick into Brian’s ass hard, causing the young man to gasp just enough for the other slave to shove his dick inside his mouth. Brian had never had this big of a dick in his mouth. He found it difficult to breathe. He wanted to push the guy away from him, but Wesley’s command made it impossible to do so. He could feel the PA pushing to the back of his throat, and he wanted to gag. Soon, the other slave started thrusting his dick inside Brian’s mouth, entering his throat, the piercing cutting his insides and bruising his throat. Spit fell from his mouth and into his eyes, mixing with his tears. He couldn’t breathe, but that didn’t matter. All he had to do was be there for these men to fuck him. “That’s right,” Wesley said, pounding Brian’s ass while watching his throat grow each time the other slave shoved his dick inside. “Nothing like a good spit roast.” He reached down and grabbed Brian’s balls by the weight and pulled it up, holding onto his balls as if they were a safety strap on which to hold onto for dear life. Brian’s body shuddered with the sudden pain, his testicles crying out from the pain. What will happen to them, he wondered? Would his balls be ruined? If he managed to escape, would he ever be able to walk normally? If he married a man and they wanted kids, would his balls even be able to make sperm? Mr. Miller’s voice filled his mind. “You don’t want any of that,” the voice said. “You only want to extend your balls as far as they can go. You don’t want to escape or get married. You only want to stay with your master. You only need him. You exist to pleasure him and the men around you. This is your purpose. This is why you are here.” And though Brian knew this voice wasn’t his own, and even though he didn’t believe what the voice said, he found himself relaxing and enjoying the feeling of having his ass and throat filled beyond their breaking points. Once again, his will was breaking. Wesley had seen this before. He knew when a slave was starting to come around and be broken, not because they were made to but because their minds were starting to turn. The slaves knew they were being put into a trance, but the brainwashing went even deeper, changing their thoughts, their beliefs, their deep desires. Soon, Brian would stay with his master without needing to be told to. He’d think it was his choice, but Wesley knew better. “Lucky, fuck,” Wesley said, looking at Mr. Miller. “The man is a fucking artist.” He squeezed Brian’s balls, feeling their fragile state in his hands. He wanted to see the slave’s balls reach to his knees. Fuck, he wanted to see them reach his ankles if possible. The young man’s body was attractive, but Wesley knew their slaves were their canvases. Mr. Miller didn’t like covering his slave’s bodies with tattoos or piercings, but he did like to see them as perfect specimens. Clearly, the young slave’s perfection resided in his balls hanging like a pendulum. Mr. Miller watched as Matt’s ass was opened wider by Wesley’s slave. Mr. Miller hadn’t brought Matt out of his trance as much as he had down with Brian. Instead, he brought him into a state of misconception. Matt believe himself now to be a gay slut, needing every dick he could get. His inhibitions were down, making him hornier than ever. While Mr. Miller liked this version of Matt, it never lasted for more than a few hours, which is why he didn’t use it often. It was the once trance he hadn’t yet perfected. Besides, Mr. Miller liked the way Matt looked when he was under Mr. Miller’s total control. It was as if he were a robot. Watching him fuck Brian’s ass without any sign of enjoying it turned Mr. Miller on. He was simply a fuck machine, unaware of what he was doing and the pleasure to be found in it. “Fuck yeah,” Matt moaned, jerking his dick which was leaking precum. The other slave’s hands were twisting Matt’s nipples, eliciting grunts of pain and pleasure. “Fuck me harder. Knock me up. Make my ass drip with cum.” It was music to Mr. Miller’s ears. “Enjoying yourself?” Simon asked, coming to Mr. Miller’s side. “I always am,” he said. “Not to put a damper on your enjoyment,” Simon said, watching as Wesley grabbed Brian’s balls and pulled them to their extent, “but how exactly are you planning on making this work?” “What do you mean?” “With your new slave. Are you going to keep him in a trance forever?” “I won’t need to,” Mr. Miller said. “His will is breaking, even when he’s under my trance. Soon, he’ll want to be the poz slave that he is, serving me because he wants to.” “Because he thinks he wants to.” “Same thing,” Mr. Miller said. “He’ll call his parents and say something to keep their distance. By that point, he’ll be poz. I’m sure that will anger them enough to cut some of their ties. Then, he’ll work while I work. I get his money. He gets my dick. I fuck him until he’s only a husk. Everyone is happy.” “How long until he’s poz?” Mr. Miller watched as Wesley slammed his dick into Brian’s bloody hole. “Not long.”

No more arguing. I think we all have things we'd rather be doing. Next chapter coming soon.

I appreciate that. For me, I like seeing people react, and when I went back, I realized that not only did I think readers wouldn't like it, but I didn't like it either. I'm not changing the entire thing. The parts that follow don't change. Most of this next section stays the same. If anything, I think it makes Jay as a character make more sense in connection to knowingly have Will suck his dick. After I post, I may give you an idea as to what I had originally, and I think everyone will agree that it was a good change. Overall, my instincts tell me that the changes are good. We'll see.

Thanks for all the love for this story. I do read every comment. I'm rewriting the next chapter because, after having read your comments, I knew it wasn't what you'd want to read. Like I said before, I have over 100 pages written, so I make changes where I can to make you happy and to make sure you keep cumming. I am posting faster than I'm writing, so I'll hit a wall at some point, but I'm trying to write. More characters to come, both new and old faces. The new chapter will be up soon. I will warn you now that a condom does make an appearance, but you don't have to worry. Remember what site we're on. Keep reading. I think you'll be happy.

100% Hairy. Just don't have shit all over the place.

I love the idea and love watching videos of guys sounding, but I've had issues with infections before, making me a bit afraid of trying. With my luck, I'd get an infection no matter how hard I try to make everything clean and safe.

In college, my roommate played on one of the sports teams, and he'd leave his gear in our room to smell up the place. I didn't find those smells to be a turn on as they burned the eyes rather than got me hard. It wasn't until he went away for a few days with some of his laundry in our room not done that I got the chance of smelling some of his used boxers. I spent every night with a pair over my nose, smelling the ass and licking the cum stains. I loved those days. I even cleaned myself up one of the nights after I came. He never knew that the underwear he was throwing into the washing machine later was full of my cum. He just thought it was his.