Heir2012

You created an intense, ominous atmosphere. You're really proving that there is a darkness within the transformation. Keep making it hot and dark!

Just make sure you've got a spin. What makes your experience unique. Could be an interesting idea.

Because you shouldn't. Everyone says to wear a condom. I like things that are tabo o, so it only seemed natural. Plus, there's nothing like feeling skin on skin.

I'm always up for a hypnosis or mind control story. Bring it on!

There are plenty. You've got your choice. Pick the right website or app and you'll find yourself constantly inside someone's ass blowing your load. Use what you have. You'll get more ass than you can handle.

Hairy men. Mature men (45+, but the older the better). Married men. I love seeing that wedding ring. If I can, I'll slip it off him and wear it instead. Watersports. Jockstraps. I'm starting down a road that is piggy and dirty and depraved. Sure, I have some limits, but the right man can break them. My fetishes grow every day.

Your cock does sound impressive. Your cum loads sound god-like. I've already said that I think your hot. I don't think there's a man actually worth fucking that wouldn't want you. If they can't look beyond this section of your life, then they don't deserve your time. If they think you're the stereotype, they aren't worth a second thought. On the day you get out, I think you'll have a line of BZ men ready to have you!

There are some men that are seen as "model" hot that don't get me even remotely hard. I've had some guys who aren't conventionally attractive that i found incredibly hot. Im attracted to mature men, somewhat weatherworn, with hair everywhere. For me, that's hot, but for some it's not. It all depends. Plus, It's confidence and personality. Now, stepping into a "faggot cumdump whore" mindset, who the fuck cares? Most of the time you don't see his face. If you do and he is impossible to look at (which I can't imagine), fuck doggy style or on your stomach. You want the cock. You want the cum. You don't need his face.

To restate what everyone else has said, it depends. If a man cums a lot, and not just "oozing" out of him but actually shooting out in spurts, then yes. Sometimes it's an actual feeling of something hitting, but it's normally, for me" a warmth that wasn't there before. I've had some guys tell me they can feel my cum shooting inside them when I top, but others can't. Depends on when I came last and how "used" the hole is. Sometimes, for me when I bottom, just the feeling of his cock throbbing and kicking is enough.

I can't wait for more! Love seeing the path the virus is taking! Can't wait to see Ed convert and fuck someone else. Someone in power with him? A married man? Hope we don't wait too long!

Part 45: Things Are Changing... (Will’s Perspective) “And Peter is going with him?” I asked. “That’s what he said,” Dom told me. “We’ll see how long that’ll last.” Dom had just gone to see Doctor Wade and returned with a considerable amount of news. Apparently, Doctor Wade had been contacted by some medical group to travel the country and act as a medical professional for various organizations. He’d work at colleges for some of their sports teams, working closely with the athletes. He’d also work at pop-up sites in struggling communities or within sections of cities where healthcare wasn’t readily available. While anyone else would see this as being a gesture of selfless kindness, we knew better. “He’s gonna fuck those basketball players, isn’t he?” I said. “He’ll fuck any guy playing basketball, football, baseball, soccer, track and field, swimming… I bet he’ll see how far he can shove a golf club up some poor guy’s ass.” “He’ll fit in,” I said. “He looks like a jock. It’ll almost be too easy for him.” “And then he’ll find hundreds of homeless men to fuck and convert,” Dom told me. “All those men will go to him looking for an injection, and they’ll get it. It just won’t be the type they’re expecting.” “And Peter is going with him?” Dom nodded. “Acting as his assistant. Don’t know how he managed that, but Wade found a way. Don’t think Peter will be working the medical side of things, but I’m sure he’ll find things to do.” “That’s a pairing I never expected,” I said. Since Peter had been recovering at Wade’s house, they had been spending a considerable amount of time together. Sure, we all got together to fuck, our weekly orgies keeping us all as horny as possible, but Wade and Peter had found themselves together enough that something had started between them. “Wade said he’s always been fascinated by hyperspermia,” Dom told me. “He wants to write a paper on it and thinks Peter is the perfect specimen.” “I’m sure that’s not the only reason he’s keeping him around,” I said. The last time I saw them, I could see something in Peter’s eyes, something that I hadn’t seen in him since he first told us about his desire to fuck and be fucked by men. His hunger was intense, but it also seemed controlled now. His desire was now directed toward one person: Doctor Wade. Without us realizing, a couple had been born. “Peter and Wade,” I said, trying out their names together. “Or is it Wade and Peter?” “Could just call them crazy fuckers,” Dom suggested. “I thought that was our name,” I told him. I came up behind him, wrapping my arms around his body, feeling his large, muscular form moving within my hold. Sometimes I forgot how powerful of a man Dom was. Yes, I saw his large form and could see his impressive physique, but it wasn’t until I held him close to me or had his body pressing down on me as he fucked my ass that I truly understood how impressive his body was. He was a god, and anymore, he was the only god I cared about. “We’ll have to start placing bets,” Dom said. “We’ll see how many guys they convert and then we’ll see who out of the two of them converts more.” “My money is on Wade,” I said. “You’ve seen that body. He’ll get all the athletes. Easy.” “Yes, but don’t forget that Peter is the man who fucked his own student,” Dom reminded. “That man needs to be fucking someone once every day or his sack will explode.” “I guess we’ll see who wins in the end,” I said. A melodic tune filled the room, Dom’s phone lighting up. Doctor Wade’s name filled the screen. “His ears must have been buzzing,” Dom said, answering. “We were just talking about you,” he said. I watched as Dom spoke to Doctor Wade, though there wasn’t much of a conversation. Wade spoke and Dom listened. I watched as his expression changed slightly. I wasn’t able to pin down what emotion he was feeling. All I could see was that he looked determined, as if he was taking in every word and analyzing them fully. “Thanks for calling, Wade,” Dom said. “No. I understand. It’s like we talked about. Yeah. Send it over. I’ll start it soon. Thanks.” Dom ended the call then looked at me, smiling. “That was Doctor Wade.” “Let me guess,” I said, “the NFL just called, and they need him to loosen up the tight holes of a few tight ends.” “No, nothing like that,” Dom said. “Is everything alright?” I asked, starting to feel worried. “It will be,” he said. “That was just Wade letting me know that he got back the results of some tests.” “Tests? What tests?” “He was just checking my T cell count,” Dom said. “Among other things.” “And?” “And, he says I need to start medication as soon as possible or my count will dip below 200.” “Meaning?” “AIDS,” he said. The word hit me hard. Sure, growing up I’d heard the word along with HIV. There was always a fear surrounding any discussion concerning either. Now, since testing HIV+, I found myself getting hard rather than afraid when discussing HIV. It had become a freedom. It had allowed us to create a brotherhood. Hearing Dom say “AIDS” didn’t create the same effect. “So, what are you going to do?” I asked, trying to hide the bit of fear which tightened around my neck. “At one point,” he said, “I wouldn’t have cared. I have a lot of friends who have never started medication. Their body, their choice. I support that. I always will. They’re some hot fuckers. For myself, I always knew there would come a time when I’d have to make the choice.” “You’re deciding to start medication?” I asked. “And that’ll make you undetectable.” “After a bit of time,” he said. “Well, more than a bit. It’s a process.” “And that’s what you want?” He shrugged. “I never really knew what I wanted beyond fucking men and converting them. It’s what I lived for.” “And now?” “And now,” he said, “I want to make sure I can be here with you for as long as possible, even if that means my gifting days are behind me.” He stepped forward and kissed me. “Besides, that just means you’ll have to work twice as hard in my place.” “Yes, sir,” I said, saluting him. He kissed me again, and I could feel in his lips a smile. My phone vibrated, a message flashing on the screen. “We’re very popular,” I said, breaking the kiss. “Who is it?” “My dad,” I said. “He says they just arrived.” Since Jay and I fucked my dad with Dom having a crack at his neg ass a short time after, my dad and Pastor Kline decided to go on a “trip” for a few days. They told their wives that they were merely two old friends catching up, comparing preaching strategies, but we knew the truth. They were going out to spend several days fucking. With Dom and my cum inside my dad’s ass and Jay and Pastor Kline’s asses swallowing my dad’s cock, we were sure he’d convert sooner or later. From the sounds of it, my dad could be Dom’s last converter should his cum trump ours and do the trick. “You know, I never imagined my dad would be doing what he’s doing right now,” I told Dom. “It’s crazy. Sometimes I feel like it’s all a dream.” “A good dream?” Dom asked. I looked into his eyes and smiled. “The best dream. A dream I never could have imagined.” “Have you ever wondered what would have happened if we had never met?” Dom asked. “I mean, if I hadn’t come to your church.” “You mean when you stalked me?” I joked. “Or when you accepted my invitation,” Dom continued. “You know, after you dreamed about me fucking you.” “I still think you put a spell on me.” “Or maybe you prayed to get into my pants,” Dom joked. “I’m sure my life would be nothing like it is now,” I said. “I’d be single, or I’d be dating one of the desperate daughters of the women at church.” “You’d still be a virgin,” Dom said. “You’d be jerking off to pussy until some woman managed to slip your preacher prick inside her.” “I’d be a miserable husband, dodging questions from my mom about grandkids.” I stopped, the idea hitting me. “I could have been a dad,” I said. I thought of Jay and me with our father. I thought of Pastor Kline and Ryan. Was that something I wanted? It had been at one point, though I wasn’t sure if that had been real or just expectation. “Do you regret not having those things?” Dom asked. There was a sincerity in his voice. I could tell he actually wanted to know. I took the time to think. “The man I was before I met you was the man I pretended to be,” I told him. “I pretended to be a holy man, a man who never took risks or did anything that he wanted to do because it made him feel good. I was lying to myself, but I didn’t even know it. Now, I know that that man, that version of me, is gone. You created the man standing before you.” I held my arms out, showing myself to him. He looked me over, a smile turning his lips. “And what a fine-looking man he is,” Dom said. “Any time you question whether or not I’m happy being the man I am now,” I said, pulling my shirt off, revealing my hairy chest and the biohazard tattoo beneath, “look at this mark over my heart.” I pointed to the tattoo, the mark Dom had given me, proving not only that he had converted me but that he claimed me as his own. “This is where my heart is now. I’m glad you came into the church that day. I’m glad I shook your hand. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have discovered who I really am.” “And who is that?” I unbuttoned my pants, pushing them down to reveal my erect cock tenting a stained jockstrap, one of Dom’s which carried not only his mark but also his musk. “I’m Dominic Moore’s toxic faggot.” Dom smiled. “Prove it,” he said, undoing his pants and pulling out his hard cock. “Get me wet so I don’t tear that pretty pussy up.” I fell to my knees and swallowed Dom’s cock, tasting his precum. I’d improved when it came to blowjobs. I could now swallow most of Dom’s cock, though I couldn’t take it all down. Still, I was far enough down his shaft that his pubic hair tickled my nose and I could smell the musk trapped around his balls. “That’s right, faggot,” he said as I moved along his cock, my one hand reaching up and playing with his balls. “Take my dom-cock. Swallow it down. Suck the cock that infected you. Taste the cum that poisoned your body forever.” My eyes found Dom’s biohazard tattoo right in front of me, staring me down. It was like an eye, watching me, judging me, admiring me as I worshiped at the feet of the man I had given my life over to. I wanted so much to please him. I needed to please him. “Be careful,” Dom said, pulling his cock out of my mouth. “You’re gonna make me cum.” “Only inside my faggot cunt,” I told him. Dom put his hands underneath my arms and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, his cock finding my ass and slipping inside. “Let’s go back to where I can really fuck you,” he said, carrying me down the hall to his bedroom. Carefully, he placed me down, keeping his cock still inside my crack. “Please, fuck me,” I said, my hands running over my body, my chest already heaving from the rush filling me. “I need you to fuck me.” “No,” he said, pulling off his shirt, revealing the strong chest beneath. He leaned forward, hovering over me, his looking deep into my own. “I won’t fuck you.” I looked at him, confused. Dom smiled. “I’m making love to you,” he said, lightly kissing me. His lips, normally strong as he attacked my own or explored my body, were delicate. The way he handled himself was different. While he continued to be strong, he was also careful, precise in his movements. He slipped his cock inside my hole, his eyes never leaving my own as he entered inside my body, filling me, completing me. Once he bottomed out he let out a small gasp. “How’s that feel?” “Perfect,” I told him. He kept himself deep inside my body, allowing me to adjust to his size. His body was warm, where his naked flesh touched mine almost burning. I could feel every aspect of him. Every strand of chest hair pressed against my own was felt. Every vein along his cock was known to me. This man was more real to me now than ever before. It was as if I’d only ever seen him from a distance. Now, for the first time, we were meeting. I gasped. “Something wrong?” he asked. I shook my head, smiling. “No. Just the opposite. I’ve never been this happy.” Dom smiled and then kissed me. I smelled him, taking in his scent, memorizing every aspect of it. My hands ran down his back, admiring the muscles. As I explored, his hips shifted, pulling his cock out until only the head remained inside. It felt as if every moment he wasn’t fully inside me lasted hours, even days. I needed him to fill me. My legs tightened around him, pulling him back inside. “Someone is eager,” he said, breaking the kiss. “I just need you inside me,” I told him. “Please, stay inside me.” “You’ve got it,” he said, his thrusts short, keeping as much of his cock inside my body as possible. It felt as if I’d never been fucked before. My mind spun with every kiss. My body shook from every touch he graced me with. My heartbeat matched his thrusts. I felt as if my heart would stop if he stopped. Something about this moment was different than any other moment we shared. I couldn’t understand it, but I loved it. I loved him. He knew that. We’d said so to each other. Still, in that moment, I needed him to know again. “I love you,” I told him, his body pressed down against mine, a fiery heat filling the room, causing our bodies to sweat. The smell we created was pungent and intoxicating. I let it fill my lungs, tasting it on my lips. I smiled. Dom smiled back. “Will…” he started, still keeping pace with his thrusts, his breathing coming in short bursts. “Will…” “What?” I asked, feeling his cock swell, ready to flood my body with his toxic cum. “Will,” he said, gasping for a final breath as he climaxed, “will you marry me?” My eyes opened wide, my body shaking within his hold, milking him of his cum. (Peter’s Perspective) “So, he’s starting the medication?” I asked. Wade entered the bedroom, completely naked. There was a trail of my cum leaking out of his ass. I’d already fucked him twice, filling him with so much of my cum his body couldn’t contain it. “You know there is such a thing as patient confidentiality.” “Yes, but it hardly means shit for us,” I countered. Wade smiled. “Dom has decided to start medication.” “Why?” “Why do you think?” he asked, climbing back onto the bed. “For Will.” “That’s romantic,” I said, thinking of the two of them. At one point, I had considered my relationship with my ex-wife to contain the same passion, the same devotion as Dom and Will had. Clearly, I’d been wrong. But I was happy for them. I watched Wade as he crawled up toward me, opening his mouth and sucking my cock inside. I wondered if there was a chance I could fall for Wade the same way Will fell for Dom. It was possible, but that wasn’t my focus at the moment. Wade loved to suck and fuck, and that’s all I wanted. I admired how his tongue played with the golden PA at the tip of my cock. Fuck, this man was gorgeous. My phone started to ring, pulling my attention. I tried to keep my cock inside Wade’s mouth, stretching to reach my phone. “Who is it?” Wade asked, his words jumbled as he continued to suckle. “It’s Lewis,” I said, answering. “Hello?” “Mr. Flanagan,” Lewis said, his voice raspy and weak. “Peter?” “Lewis, is everything alright?” “I think I… I think I’m… I think I’m converting,” he managed to say. “What?” I said, jumping up in the bed, Wade falling back. “Are you sure?” “I’m feeling really sick,” he said. “My parents are trying to take me to the hospital. If they do, they’ll find out that we’ve been fucking, and everything will be ruined.” “Stay calm,” I told him. “We’ll figure something out.” “Hurry,” Lewis moaned, the call ending. “What’s going on?” Wade asked, still trying to get his mouth on my cock. “That was Lewis,” I told him. “He thinks he converting.” “What? Right now?” “Sounds like it didn’t just start,” I told him, “but his parents are trying to take him to the hospital.” “Oh shit.” Wade jumped off the bed and started searching for clothes. “Call him back and tell him that I’ll be right over. I just need to go to my office first.” “What’ll he tell his parents?” “Tell him to tell them that he called a doctor who does visits,” Wade said. “He heard about me from someone at school. Or maybe from Will. I don’t know. Tell him to call me and I’ll walk him through it.” “I’ll let him know,” I said, calling Lewis back. “Wade.” “Yeah?” “You’ve got a giant cum stain on the back of your pants.” “Shit!” Wade ran to search for new pants as I called Lewis back. I thought of the day I had fucked him in my old office, taking his virginity and starting him into this toxic journey. I felt proud of him, knowing what he wants at such a young age. If he managed to get through this without his parents knowing, I had a feeling his slut days were just beginning. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Until I can come back.........

Hey guys, I just wanted to post letting you know something has come up in my life that is going to consume time and energy. I will be posting Part 45 on time, but I'll be disappearing right after for a bit of time. As soon as I can get back, I will. I'll continue writing, bringing this story to a close, but this event/issue demands and deserves my attention. I know you'll understand, but I just wanted to give you a heads up. Thanks - Heir2012

I love me a dirty, twisted doctor!

It would be cool to see this as a comic/graphic novel. Or the characters made real with AI. Honestly, even though I've written this, I forget a lot of stuff, including what characters look like. If anyone wants to make an attempt, I'd love to see it. If I had the artist skills of @JaygusherI'd create animated versions. I'm just not gifted that way.

Maybe you can fuck the shit out of them as a way of saying "Fuck you, you fucking pieces of shit!" Or, you know, something like that. Or, get them addicted to you and use that as a manipulation tactic. Sometimes sexuality is a tool you can use to get what you want or punish those you hate. Possibilities...

Only women. Wasn't until college that I fucked men. Now, who did I want to fuck? Dads. All the dads. Some male teachers. If you were mature, I wanted your cock deep inside me. Give me all the dilfs! I'm still this way.

In my wildest fantasy this would happen. I'd also want them to play audio constantly reminding me of the faggot I am and how i am merely a collection of holes to be used by superior men. So, yeah. Not shocking. We can go even darker...

I've had a few guys tell me this could be a miniseries. I'm up for it, but I'm not funding it. Get Pornhub on the phone! I never considered a destination wedding, but I'll consider it. It would be hard for Lewis and Ryan to attend. I'll think about it. Will and Jay will forgive each other. If not in the story, on their own time. The end of 44 kinda shows a forgiveness at work.

I've been having trouble with Telegram. I don't want my number shown, and I think I've got it hidden, but who knows. Yeah, I'll post dick pics, but I also want privacy. I'm also having a hard time finding people. I'm using their names, and nothing.

Finished Part 45. Starting 46!

I'm working on Part 45 now. I'm setting up possible spinoffs just in case, using some of the suggestions you all sent me. I'm kinda creating a possible extended universe for these characters. We'll see what happens. I'm doing my best to tie up loose ends. Not everything will have a complete resolution. I'm going to leave the story with an open ending. I'll let you know which part will act as the "conclusion" when we get there. Till next Sunday...

Part 44: Will Goes Too Far and Dom Takes a Step (Will’s Perspective) “Maybe that’s not what he meant.” “Dom, that’s exactly what he meant.” I sat with Dom in his apartment, going over and over what Jay had said. Yes, we had been in the moment, me cumming deep inside our dad as our dad came deep inside Jay’s ass. We all say things we don’t mean. This, however, was not one of those things. “I saw the look on his face,” I told Dom. “I knew it. I just knew it. All this time, there was a part of me that never believed what he said.” “There was no way for you to know.” “He lied to me,” I said. “He lied to all of us for months. How could he do that?” “He knew you’d feel guilty,” Dom said. “Remember, you did feel guilty.” “No, I felt angry,” I challenged. “He sabotaged the condom. He… He… Oh my god. Did my brother… rape me?” “Stop,” Dom said, grabbing my head, his hands holding me steady, directing my eyes up to his. “Don’t go that direction. You’ll never come back from that.” “How am I to go anywhere with this?” I could feel myself spiraling. I’d already been in this place once before, believing I had been the one to poz my brother. He had told me it had been someone else, but this had been a lie. I was the one. I was the one who pozzed Jay. He had tricked me, sabotaged the condom, the condom I had trusted to keep him safe. Now, he was poz, acting as if there was nothing wrong with what he did. “Why are you so upset?” Dom asked me. “What the fuck do you mean why am I so upset?” I asked, my voice raised. “I just found out my brother has been lying to me.” “Your father lied to you,” he said. “You’ve been lying to your father. Peter lied to his wife. Pastor Kline and Ryan are lying. We’re all lying, Will. All of us.” “This is different,” I told him. “The way Jay went about it is shitty. I’ll give you that,” Dom said. “That doesn’t make the outcome different. Will, you know your brother. He’s like all the other men we’ve been fucking for months, unleashing the perverted animals beneath. If it hadn’t been you, it would have been someone else. You know that, right?” I stared at Dom, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. I nodded. “At least you know that the man who pozzed your brother is someone who cares about him. Right?” I smiled, nodding. “Then you need to forgive him,” Dom said. “Isn’t that something you preach about? Not to get all religious on you.” “Shut the fuck up,” I said, laughing. He was right, though. I knew that. I’d forgiven so many people in my life. I’d accepted so many lies. This one lie, while definitely a painful one, wasn’t the type of lie that should ruin what Jay and I now had. “Feel better?” Dom asked. I nodded. “Good,” Dom said. “So, other than that bombshell, how was it fucking your dad?” “It was incredible,” I told him. “I knew it would be,” he said. “Ryder men have great asses.” His hands slid down to my ass, squeezing. “Fuck, I love that ass.” “Yeah, you’ll get this ass tonight after I’ve spoken to Jay,” I told him. I took out my phone and texted Jay, telling him to meet me at my apartment. “While you’re taking care of Jay,” Dom said, “do you mind if I take a crack at your dad?” “You know most couples don’t like it when their partner asks to fuck a parent.” “We’re not like most couples,” Dom said. I rolled my eyes. “Fine. I’ll text him to come here. Don’t go crazy on him, alright. He’s still my dad, regardless of me having fucked him.” Dom closed his eyes and smiled. “Fuck, I love hearing you say that. It gets me so hard. Quick, remind me of how you pozzed your own brother.” “Goodbye,” I said, leaving. When I got to my apartment, I found Jay waiting outside my door. He looked rough. While Jay was never the type of guy who looked put together, I’d never seen him look like this. His eyes were red with circles beneath. He was wearing the same clothing I’d seen him wearing the night we fucked our dad, the same clothes I’d shoved into his arms when I had kicked him out. “Hey,” he said, looking down, avoiding eye contact. I walked past him and opened the door, motioning him inside. “Look, Will, I’m really—” “I speak,” I told him, locking the door. “You’re going to listen quietly until I say that you can speak. Understand?” Jay nodded. “Take a seat in the living room.” Jay did as he was told as I brought him and me two beers. I handed him one, testing to see if he’d say “thank you.” Instead, he nodded. Good, he was listening. “You know that what you did with the condom was wrong,” I told him. Jay looked at me and nodded. “You know that what you did makes me feel like you… like you raped me.” “Will—” “You don’t speak!” I shouted. Jay sat back, pulling his beer close. “What you did made me feel violated,” I told him. “All of us, every man in our fucked up group has done things that are, let’s be honest, pretty fucked up, but they all chose what happened to them. Yes, when Dom fucked me, I didn’t know that he was poz. That’s something he and I have had to work through. What you did, Jay, was you taking away my choice of whether or not I was the one to poz you. Do you understand that?” He nodded. “I know that you would have become poz either way,” I admitted. “I know that. If you aren’t sleeping or eating you’re fucking. If it hadn’t been me, it would have been someone else. You made me believe it had been someone else. But I wasn’t someone else, Jay. It was me. It was me because you tricked me. While some guys might think that’s hot, I… I can’t think of it as anything but you stealing something from me without permission. Do you understand that?” He nodded. “There’s no way of taking back what happened,” I told him. “We all know that. And even though I wouldn’t have pozzed you when we first started fucking, things changed. I think, if you had waited, I would have wanted nothing more than to be the one who pozzed you. I think it would have brought us closer, just like it’s bringing us closer to dad.” Jay smiled, but I wasn’t. “I haven’t forgiven you,” I said. “I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you. Not fully. I feel violated by what you did. You know that. I know that. I don’t know if this is something we’ll move past or if it’s something that will always be between us. I don’t know.” “I… know,” Jay said. He waited, trying to see if I’d say something. I didn’t. “Being poz has freed me. I know you feel the same. I’m not sorry for that, but I am sorry for how I went about it. I know I… violated you. I’m sorry. You’re right. I can’t take back what I did. I wish I could. I’m not sorry that you’re the one who pozzed me. I’m glad. I love having a part of you as a part of me. Forever…” Jay reached out and took my hand, holding it to his chest. I could feel his heart beating. I looked into his eyes, seeing my brother and a lover at the same time. I also saw someone who I had once trusted fully but now created distrust. I knew he wanted to know if I’d ever fully forgive him. I wasn’t sure. I placed my beer down and leaned forward, kissing Jay. I remembered the first time I kissed him, the first time we fucked, overstepping the line from brothers to lovers. I remembered the first time I came inside him. I remembered when he told me the condom had failed… because of him. I remembered every point of our time together, every time we fucked. Every orgasm. I felt love for him while also feeling an overwhelming anger. It all mixed together, becoming a strong emotion I had never felt before. My hand went down to Jay’s crotch where I could feel his erection. I grabbed tight, squeezing his balls, causing his body to squirm. “I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered into his ear, squeezing tighter. “I’m going to fuck you harder than anyone has fucked that cunt of yours before. Understand?” “Yes,” he moaned, voice strained. “Thank you.” I undid his pants, reaching inside where his cock was already leaking precum. I brought it to my lips and tasted him. “Strip down,” I said. “Now.” Jay pulled his pants down and removed his shirt, leaving him naked and vulnerable. “Use your spit to lube yourself,” I told him. “When I said I was going to fuck you hard, I meant it. Understand?” “Yes, sir,” he said, spitting into his hand and applying it to his ass. There was a hunger in his eyes, and I needed to end it. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, pushing him down to reveal his ass. “Still feel sore from dad’s cock?” “It’s like I can still feel him inside me.” He stuck a finger into his hole and pulled out a slick finger. “Looks like I still have some of him in me.” “You better hope our dad cums like Peter does. You’ll need all the lube you can get.” I lined up my cock and shoved myself deep inside. “FUCK!” Jay cried. This wasn’t just a cry of pleasure. This was also a cry of pain. “How’s that feel?” I asked, slamming hard. I could feel his muscles spasming, reacting to this aggressive intrusion. I didn’t stop. I fucked harder. “It hurts!” Jay cried, and I could tell there were tears. “Good. Real fucking should hurt. Your ass should be torn open every time. If I don’t see blood, I’m not fucking you hard enough.” “Fuck. Will, I’m sorry. Please, slow down!” “I’ll slow down when I’ve cum,” I told him. Jay moaned and cried, the muscles in his back contorting as he held tight onto the couch. I’d never fucked anyone like this before. I wasn’t concerned if Jay felt any pleasure. I didn’t even care if I came. I only wanted Jay to feel a fraction of the pain I felt. I wouldn’t go as far as he had, but I wouldn’t let Jay leave feeling the same. His ass would hurt once I was done. His ass wouldn’t be able to close, letting all the Ryder cum pour out of him. “Please, Will,” Jay moaned. “I’m sorry.” “I know you are,” I said. “But I still need to cum.” I slammed deep inside my brother’s hole and kept myself lodged deep as I started to blow my load deep into his guts. Though recently spent breeding my dad's hole, I still shot several shots of cum. The pleasure was intense, but I could also feel a painful ache in my balls. I pulled my cock out, seeing streaks of blood on my cock. Not just some streaks. There was a considerable amount. Jay looked back and saw my cock. “Feel better?” I fell back into a chair, my cock still standing tall. “I did,” I told him. “Now, not really.” I saw a small bead of blood leak out of Jay’s hole along with my cum. “I’m sorry. I went too far.” “We both have,” he said. I continued to stare at my cock, feeling ashamed for the first time. I never wanted to hurt anyone. Not even Jay. I thought I had wanted to, but now, seeing the blood, I knew I hadn’t done anything but hurt us both. I cleaned myself up, Jay doing the same. We stayed quiet all the while. “I think I’ll be heading home,” Jay said. “I hate leaving Alan without an ass like mine to fuck for too long.” “I just hope I didn’t hurt you too much.” “I’ll heal,” he said. “Believe it or not, that's not the hardest I've been fucked. How about you? Are we good?” “Eventually,” I said. “I’ll tell dad you said goodbye.” “Thanks,” he said. “And give him my new address. I think Alan would like to meet him sometime.” (Ben’s Perspective) “Fuck, you’ve got a great ass,” Dom said. I was lying on Dom’s bed, my legs pulled back to my chest, his hands holding my ankles, keeping my ass open. My body screamed as his giant cock tore me open. Not even Will’s cock had prepared me for the size of this incredible man. “How the fuck did my son do this?” I moaned, trying to catch my breath. “My cock tore his ass up,” Dom said, smiling. “That’s how I managed to poz him so quickly.” The thought of my son being fucked mercilessly by this man caused my cock to jump. I grabbed it and started jerking off, precum leaking out over my hand. My son had been fucked in this bed hundreds of times by this same man. Not only him but Jay and Pastor Kline too. Everything came back to this man. The virus in his veins now ran through two members of my family. With any luck, it would soon be inside me. “How’d it feel getting fucked by your own son?” Dom asked, pounding my ass, demolishing my prostate, milking me. “Better than I could ever imagine,” I said. I struggled to speak, the sensations coursing through my body causing my mind to split into every direction possible. I could feel every part of his cock, every vein rubbing inside my hole, threatening to split me open. I thought of my sons who fucked me, attempting to poz me, to infect my DNA forever. We crossed lines no father and son should ever cross, but my body cried out for them to violate me again and again. I thought of all the women I fucked, knowing I had treated them as nothing more than holes to use. I thought of all the lies I ever told my wife and the lies I’d have to tell once I became infected. I thought of myself and the man I would become now that I knew the type of man I wanted to be. “Are you ready for my toxic load?” Dom said, his pace quick, his cock filling my body with each thrust. “Fuck yeah. Fill me with that toxic load!” I stared at Dom’s tattoo, hypnotized by the symbol that would forever be a symbol of the men I and my sons would be. We were toxic men, dangerous, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I felt free. “Tear up my ass. Ruin me. Fuck me up just like you fucked my son!” “You’ve got it,” Dom growled, slamming as hard and as deep inside my ass as possible. I could feel his cock swell, pumping his toxic load deep inside my guts. Dom fell forward, his large frame covering me. His chest was heaving, his sweaty chest pressing against my own. I could feel his heart beating against me. The smell of his sweat filled my nose, and I breathed him in deep. Fuck, this man was incredible. I’d never seen anyone like him. He was like a force of nature, a storm which threatened to ruin us all, and we welcomed him to do so. “That was amazing,” I said, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside me. I groaned, feeling him fill me even more. “You’ve got a great ass,” he told me. “It feels just like your son’s.” “I’m proud of that,” I told him, squeezing my hole, milking more of his cock’s precious juice. “How did I feel compared to your son?” “You’re definitely bigger,” I said. “But there’s nothing like your own son fucking your ass.” “I can imagine,” he said. “Your son is an incredible man.” “He is.” “And you know I don’t just think of him as someone to just fuck.” “I’m starting to see that,” I told him, feeling Dom’s cock slip out of my hole. He crawled onto the bed next to me, catching his breath. “Though, I must admit it’s odd since you also just fucked me.” Dom smiled. “Yeah, your son mentioned how that’s not exactly normal.” “It isn’t,” I said. “Though, nothing about any of this is normal.” “Normal is overrated.” “That’s true,” I said. “Nothing about you seems normal.” “No. It isn’t. But, if I’m being honest, after years of fucking hundreds of asses and converting so many men,” Dom lifted his arm and ran a hand along his tally mark tattoo, “I think there is a part of me that wants a bit of normalcy.” “Like what?” I asked. Dom looked at me, his expression serious. “I know this is a bit weird since I just fucked you, but I’d like to ask for your permission to ask your son to marry me.” ________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope I didn't have Will go too far. Lewis and Ryan will return in the next part.

Part 44 Tonight. This one has more plot resolution than sex, but I'm trying to give you something. Remember, I'm wrapping this story up. There will be fucking. There will be conflict.

I watched hot men fucking each other and I knew I wanted to both fuck and be fucked. It only made sense since it made me so hard. It was natural for me.

Extremely hot! I definitely need more! Ruin his hole. Ruin his life.