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The lights came on at 3:00 A.M., just as the security started ushering the masses out of the club. Once out on the street, Luke looked for familiar faces of his friends and saw no one he knew. He was drunk and shirtless and sweaty. He checked his phone and saw the text message string saying all had left, some heading to after parties, some heading home. “Shit” he said to himself, not wanting to pay for a cab all by himself. When looked up from his phone, he noticed a man eye-fucking him from just a few feet away. He looked back down at his phone, suddenly feeling shy and drunk and happy, and when he looked up again, he briefly studied the stranger. The man was least 15 years older, maybe more, all muscles, tattoos, and piercings. He’d apparently just exited the leather bar next door and not the night club from which Luke emerged. The leather man was totally not Luke’s type, but Luke was drunk and horny, and needed a ride home, preferably without his gossipy gaggle of friends to judge any decision he made at this particular point. Pulling on his shirt, Luke glanced back down at his phone, trying to focus sufficiently to pull up the text messages from his friends, but as he did so, he noticed in his peripheral vision a pair black boots approaching. Looking up, Luke found the leather man was his side. “Hey. I’m Steve.” “Luke,” he replied as he automatically stuck out his hand. “Wanna come back to my place?” It was the most direct pickup line Luke had ever heard. “Yes," Luke replied, even before he could consider the alternatives. Twenty minutes and a cab ride later, Luke found himself walking through Steve’s massive loft wondering what he was getting himself into. From behind, Steve approached him and began caressing the 25 year old prize with his strong, knowing hands. Luke, it should be said, had a boy-next-door aura to him, and at 5’11, 170 pounds, he was muscular and lean. Inhibitions were flaring up as the alcohol buzz wore off a bit, and Luke wasn’t sure he was game for this tryst with an older guy. But that didn’t matter, as Steve was decidedly in control. Coming up behind Luke, Steve reached around Luke, unbuckled the younger man's trousers, pushed them to the floor, tweaked Luke's nipples and simultaneously grinding his his crotch against Luke’s supple ass. “I probably shouldn’t…” Luke whispered with a little resistance, until he felt the whiskered jawline making its way between his butt cheeks. He moaned in delight. “Fuuccckk” he said as Steve’s tongue penetrated his hole. Steve enjoyed making Luke melt, and as hot as the foreplay was, he knew it was only going to get better. Soon, he'd be leaving an indelible mark in Luke's cunt, marking it forever that he had been there. And indeed, Luke's cock was rock hard. If he had been asked, and had he been able to answer coherently, Luke would probably have asserted he had ever been so aroused as he was under Steve's expert attention. Luke was, in fact, dripping copious quantities of pre-cum, and that was before either Luke or Steve even touched Luke's cock. After a few minutes, holding Luke's body against his, Steve stood up and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor. Now, both men were half-dressed, with their shirts on and their pants/underwear on the floor below. Luke felt a massive dick pressed downward in his crack and felt Steve’s hairy legs against his. Luke was questioning the trajectory of the night. This was not a romantic encounter – this was him in a stranger's house with his pants on the floor about to get fucked. He’d never really had such a tryst, and it felt cheap and raunchy (albeit exhilarating and hot). Was he going to let it go forward? Did he even have a choice? Luke tried to turn around, figuring his exit plan would be a blow job and a kiss goodbye, but Steve knew his seed needed to be implanted in this twenty-something-god. He knew it from the moment he saw Luke. And Steve wasn’t going to let the power shift in this encounter, even if such would involve Luke’s perfect lips on his cock. So he just held Luke tighter with one arm and grabbed his cock. He glided the tip of his dick up and down Luke’s crack, lingering at his moist hole. “Fuck” Luke said, as the feeling of the Steve's dick against him was utterly overwhelming. Naturally his brain flirted through an array of concerns, but he finally settled on letting this happen. “Slut it up tonight” he said to himself, kind of proud at his decision. Steve positioned his dick against Luke’s hole and began to press forward. In response, Luke tensed-up in pain as the monstrous tool invaded his ass. Steve, however, knew how to get his way, and calmed Luke urging him “Relax, boy. Let go and take it.” Steve's deep, resonate voice did the trick, and Luke responded by doing his best to open up as Steve’s huge and veiny dick made its way deeper inside him. “Fuuuck” Luke moaned. He’d never taken such a big dick before, and his body was tearing to accept it. Ever patient, Steve slowly sunk in, pushing in a little and withdrawing a little, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed out, balls-deep in Luke's ass. As Steve reached full depth, he kissed Luke’s neck and announced “I’m all the way in." Luke smiled in satisfaction. “Hot. So fucking hot.” Luke was elated that the most painful part of the encounter was likely over and was ready for the pain to become lustful ecstasy. And the slut inside him was kind of proud for him taking a stranger's raw dick. Steve withdrew a little, and then pressed back into Luke’s ass. And again. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. Finally, Luke was there: Steve's monster dick had invaded his ass completely and was now thrusting in and out with less resistance and more pleasure. Steve meanwhile, had found his fuck rhythm, and was pounding Luke’s ass with tempo and determination. Both men were sweating through their shirts, and beads of sweat ran down their legs. Steve’s balls were smacking against Luke’s. A few more minutes of Steve ravaging Luke’s cunt passed, before Steve grunted into Luke’s ear “I’m close.” Luke whimpered. “Fuck yeah” and let out a few moans. “I’m gonna breed you," Steve announced. Luke loved this kind of dirty talk, so responded “Fucking breed me. Shoot your load in me,” flexing his ass muscles to work and milk Steve’s huge cock. Steve rammed his dick deep inside Luke and a spasm of pure physical pleasure erupted as Steve’s toxic load spurted into Luke’s torn interior, coating the young man's fuck chute, and exposing Luke to the wrath of Steve's prior exploits. With Steve’s raw dick still in him, fucking the big, virus-laden load ever deeper into his ass, Luke feverishly jerked his cock until he shot his thick load onto the carpeting. Afterwards each man pulled-up his pants, and exchanged numbers with the other. Luke also had to borrow cab money, and with that he headed home. **************************************************************** To be continued.

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Chapter 6: Convergence Zack pulled his cock from my ass. He stood motionless next to the bed, his huge, cummy dick softening between his tan, smooth legs. I processed the words he’d just spoken: his condom broke; he was poz; his load was in my ass. My hard dick was still in my hands and my own cum covered my torso and face. He still looked really fucking hot, and I found, oddly, that I had no regrets over any of the facts running through my head. I smiled. “That was hot.” Anxiety seemed to fade from his expression. “You poz?” he asked as he crawled into bed next to me. “Nope; never taken a poz load before.” His enormous dick brushed against my body as he lay down next to me. “I’m sorry, man.” “It’s ok – It kinda made it hotter.” He began to kiss me. It was as if I’d disarmed him. We kissed, and then we laid next to each other quietly in each others arms. I felt his dick stiffening again after about 20 minutes. “I’ve gotta take off in a few – want to get off again? I’m still horny and can’t stop thinking about how good your ass felt.” “Fuck yes.” I said, throwing my tongue down his throat as our hard dicks fought for dominance below. He told me to roll over onto my knees. I presented him with my ass in the air. “Want me to wrap up this time?” He asked out of obligation. “No point. Fuck me raw. Breed me with your poz load again.” He spread his legs behind me, and with bent knees positioned his cock’s head at my hole. Spreading my ass cheeks, he pushed in again. And again, it felt so fucking right to have this monster dick inside me. His prior load and fuck session had me loosened up adequately for him to start a more violent, balls-deep fuck, from the get go. He’d pull all the way out and then slam his cock into me. At one point, I caught him admiring his fuck technique in the full length mirror at the end of the bed. He liked how it all looked. He liked how his muscles bulged with each movement and readjustment. He was almost showing off for himself as he flexed, thrusted, and worked my ass. And he liked knowing he was barebacking me. “You like my raw dick in you?” “Fuck yes. I love your raw dick, Zack. I need it.” He picked up his rhythm. “Your ass feels so good. I love knowing I’m fucking my own baby batter into your guts.” “I love it too. Fuck your seed deeper into my ass. Fucking load me up again.” "You think I’m sexy?” He asked. “You’re a fucking god. I want your hot DNA to be a part of me. “ He leaned back and pushed deeper. I was impaled on his huge member and I was in ecstasy. His fuck remained deep in me, and he was relishing the edge of orgasm. “You want my load again?” “YES! Shoot in me. Breed me. Knock me up. FUCK ME.” “I’m gonna shoot my fucking load in you” he said as his entire body spasmed. His cock spurted its second load of the evening into my guts against my prostate. He lost himself in me. Without touching myself, my dick erupted too, spraying my cum all over the sheets below me. Once our cocks ceased dispensing wads of cum, we collapsed. I smiled, thinking of this hot man’s semen in my hole. I didn’t want anything about the moment to end. Unfortunately, though, he had to go. *** About a year later, I was in Los Angeles for work. After a long day of meetings, I retreated to my hotel room and logged onto grindr to check out who was online and looking. In no time, my attention focused on a hot, tatted up muscle boy named Steve. His profile read “Vers poz otter looking for masc/musc guys for bb.” It didn’t read like my kind of guy on paper by any means, but I was turned on. Our conversation went something like this, with exchanges of cock and ass shots intermixed: Me: Hot profile! Steve: Thanks. You too. I like a muscle boy like yourself. Me: Thanks…. And I like your tats. And my body can’t compete with yours – fuck your arms are huge. And that chest? hot. Steve: Heh. I try. So what you looking for on here? Me: In town for work. Bored and horny; just checking out what’s out there. Open to possibilities. Mostly bottom here. You? Steve: That’s cool. I’m 50/50 vers. Been in an open relationship for 2 yrs. My lover gets off watching me fuck handsome jocks like you. Me: HOT. Steve: I only fuck bare and I don’t pull out. Me: Raw is really fucking hot. Admittedly I don’t normally fuck bb outside of an LTR, but… I did write you first after reading your profile :-) Steve: Good, then you know I’m poz. I’d like very much to shoot my toxic load in your hot bubble butt. I couldn’t believe what I was about to type… Me: HOT. I want it. Steve: You poz too? Me: Nope. Steve: And yet, you hit on a poz bb’er? Me: I guess I did… Steve: You ever been fucked by a poz guy before? Me: Yeah – once. A year ago. Random escort in Vegas. His condom broke and he shot his load in me. I didn't get pozzed. I still think about it a lot though – it was so real. So hot. So intimate. The guy who shot in me -- name was Zack -- was a god of a man who’d just tested poz. I never heard from him again, but think of him all the fucking time. What if… Steve: Very hot. In fact, perfection. You free tonight?

Chapter 5: Everyone has a price Moving to Vegas was great for Zack’s career in adult entertainment. His manager had helped make him a popular headliner for a major gay porn label (one of the pretty boy next door jock studios with a massive number of online subscribers), a sought after and well compensated escort/stripper, and even an occasional mainstream model. Men continued to drool over his charming, boy next door, preppy soccer player looks, and Zack knew it. Back in Los Angeles, Daddy knew that -- while Steve was happy with the man he’d become -- Steve wanted to settle a score with Zack for having dumped him so abruptly the year before. It wasn’t that Steve still wanted to be with Zack, rather, it was that Steve wanted to help karma teach Zack a thing or two about his ego and sense of superiority to the world. As the anniversary of Steve’s pozzing approached, Daddy knew what gift would best mark the occasion and reward Steve for his metamorphosis. Daddy was a major player in the underworld of gay, so had little trouble connecting with Zack’s manager and arranging the event. Zack’s manager told him that a wealthy, closeted but partnered, celebrity from LA wanted to engage Zack for a role playing fuck session with he and his partner. The scenario would be that Zack would be tied down and blind folded, and the celebrity would watch as partner fucked Zack. The fuck had to be bare. Zack resisted the idea – he rarely ever bottomed, and never fucked bare outside of relationships with verifiably clean guys. But when Zack’s manger told him he’d get $25,000 from the deal, he couldn’t refuse. On the night of the gig, Zack’s manager picked him up and drove him to the hotel on the strip where it was to occur. As his manager tied the restraints per Daddy’s instructions, Zack wondered who these guys who were about to fuck him could possibly be. “Really fucking famous,” he figured, given the cash they’d paid him. Finally, his manager placed the blindfold over Zack’s face and said “they’ll be here shortly. I’ll be back to retrieve you and make sure everything’s ok around midnight.” Zack lay naked and tied up in the room when he heard the card key unlock the door. Daddy and Steve walked in and saw their dimly lit conquest, spread eagle and pure, awaiting their ravaging. Daddy said a few introductory words as he and Steve surveyed his body with their tongues, occasionally kissing one another. Steve said nothing, knowing Zack would recognize his voice. Zack felt their whiskers rubbing against him – the guys clearly weren’t clean shaven or waxed like him. Daddy said “all right, now, enough foreplay. I want to watch you breed this slut’s ass.” Daddy crammed his underwear in Zack’s mouth and tied it in place so that Zack would also be silent during the night’s seeding, and then he took a seat to watch, instruct, and jerk off to the show. Steve inserted a finger into Zack’s tight hole. He wasn’t going to be gentle with this ass, so he didn’t work it too much before sticking a second finger in. As he finger fucked Zack’s ass, he was sure to rough up its lining – he wanted to be sure his seed had plenty of opportunity to take. “You’re gonna experience a real man today, you fucker. We’re just gettin’ started. I bet you haven’t felt a real man’s hands on you ever. Real men have rough hands cause they do real work, not like you, you fucking pretty boy.” Zack wanted out of this scenario. He didn’t like what he was hearing, he didn’t like how rough thing already were, and he was not ok with being gagged. He tried to scream but muffled voice couldn’t be heard outside the hotel room. He tried to break free of the restraints but could barely move. “Just settle down, slut. You’re getting rich tonight, not just with my $25k, but with our cum. The more you struggle, the harder it’s gonna be for you.” Steve had three fingers in his former boyfriend now. He was so turned on watchin and listening to Daddy. It felt so good to have such control over this fucker who’s ass he was fingering. He felt it was his destiny to fuck him one last time, to charge him up and leave him like the trash as he’d done to Steve a year earlier. Steve’s dick was throbbing and wet with precum. Like the scorpion tattooed above it, his cock was ready to strike, ready to inflict venom on an unwilling suspect. “Fuck him. Now, boy.” Daddy said, also rock hard. Steve lined the tip of his cock up with Zack’s loosened hole, spit on it, and then began pressing against Zack’s pucker. Zack moaned in pain. He’d always hated bottoming, and taking Steve’s cock-ringed, raging hard on was truly torture for him. Steve wasted no time in getting balls deep into his bound subject. It hurt like hell. He pulled completely out and then slammed completely back into Zack’s hole. Again. And again. To the point that Steve’s own dick was getting raw from the friction, Steve’s thrusts were intentionally intense. He was pummeling Zack’s hole. “Your nothing, you fucking whore.” Daddy said hatefully as he jerked his own cock feverishly. Zack was freaking out. He was in pain. He was bound. He couldn’t see or say anything. And it felt like his ass was being ripped open. This was, definitively, rape. After a few minutes of the intense pounding, Daddy arose from his seat and walked over to Steve and Zack as he noticed the telltale signs that Steve was getting close to cumming. “I’m gonna shoot my load on your ass, bitch, and then my buddy here’s gonna fuck it into you deep. And you’re gonna fucking love it. You know why, bitch?” Zack felt momentary relief as Steve pulled out completely from his ass. For the moment, there was no pain, there was no thick, Steve’s 7 inch dick pummeling his hole. “Because my viral load is really fucking high. I’m gonna give you AIDS. My load is gonna make you a better person, I’m giving you freedom.” And with that, Daddy shot a huge, poz load onto Zack’s exposed hole. Zack tried to scream as he felt the warm cum dripping down his ass on and around his hole. What the fuck was happening, he thought as he convulsed attempting to break free. But there was no getting loose. Daddy held Zack Still as Steve lined his cock up with the cum covered hole. Steve loved the feeling of Daddy’s cum. He loved knowing his own cock was once again being covered in the demon seed of his converter. And he loved the warmth of it as he again entered Zack’s hole, Daddy’s cum making entry even easier than before, lubing Zack’s fuck chute. Daddy and Steve kissed as Steve worked into a more sensual fuck rhythm than before. His hate for Zack was subsiding, knowing that the two would now share a bond through Daddy forever. About a minute after entry, Steve felt his tingling balls tense. He could hold it in no longer. One more thrust, and he was balls deep in his old lover shooting a huge wad of his own positive jism. It was all he could do not to utter a sound, as the feeling of release was otherworldly. He kept his dick in Zack for a while as he kissed Daddy. He pulled out and filled the void with a large butt plug to ensure their seed would marinate in his guts. Steve and Daddy left Zack, blindfolded, bound, gagged, and utterly fucked, in the dimly lit hotel room on the Vegas strip, and left a cashier’s check for $25,000 on the dresser.

Chapter 4: Fucked Over By two weeks after their initial meeting, Daddy and Steve were inseparable. Steve had essentially begun residing with Daddy. Daddy enjoyed his new progeny and relished in the lustful energy and obedience of the young man. They kept to themselves, Steve being Daddy’s personal, continual cum repository. Daddy made Steve take certain measures to better himself, and Steve, being ready for personal change, willingly complied. Steve began a regimen of steroids, as Daddy wanted his college athlete build to be more hulking. Steve got his first tattoo – a large, Tom of Finland-esque depiction of a gang bang, referencing Steve’s first night of freedom. Steve got his first piercing, a nipple ring, which he liked so much he followed with another. Steve extracted himself from his work at the strip club and from escorting as his body aligned itself with Steve’s new identiy. A cold sore on his lip. A scab on his cock. An oozing prick. Days passed, symptoms arose and were treated as needed. Finally the symptom of all symptoms struck Steve, a flu like no other. Steve had been transformed into a dirty cum whore, unabashedly demonstrating the consummation of his union with HIV. Months passed, and Daddy remained infatuated with his boy and was pleased with the man Steve had become. On occasion he’d share Steve with another man from the brotherhood, sometimes as a treat for Steve, sometimes to earn some income from his sexy boy’s body, and sometimes just to watch his boy get recharged by poison cocks. As the year anniversary of their fateful date approached, Daddy arranged a special present for Steve. Daddy told Steve to prepare himself for a celebratory getaway, and that a sexual prize awaited Steve on arrival at their destination. As Steve made final preparations for the mystery trip, Steve found himself again looking at his body in the mirror. The image no longer resembled that which had peered back at him the night after his first encounter with Daddy. He started to jerk off as he looked at his body. His muscles were that of a caricature: bulging, unnaturally large. He admired how his dark brown tan made them pop. His tattoos, oh his tattoos. He’d become a billboard for erotic art. Images men fucking and sucking in various positions and portrayed in a variety of styles appeared all over his body. A huge biohazard tattoo over his cock foretold of the noxious cum churning inside him. In sum, his image had been transformed from preppy college jock to edgy masculine ass kicker. And as he stroked his dick, he thought of the diseases flooding his blood and pervading his semen. He thought of the many men who’d planted their venomous seed in him over the prior year, and how toxic his own seed had become. And he thought of Daddy…. Daddy had changed him from a pathetic desperate sex worker to being a confident, viral man, capable of anything and free of the constrains of his former life. Daddy had chosen him, a spread eagle whore in a bathouse, to be his progeny and his partner. As thoughts of Daddy’s big uncut dick entered his head, and as Steve continued to admire the image of himself in the mirror, Steve shot a huge load. And then he heard Daddy say “Steve, let’s go. Your anniversary surprise awaits you in Vegas; we can’t miss our plane….” Daddy had arranged for Steve to fuck -- or rather, fuck over -- Zack. To be continued.

Chapter 3: Changed. Back at his own place again, Steve was about to shower off, cleansing himself of the bender to the bathhouse and thereafter to Daddy’s apartment the night before. He smelled of sweat, cum, and booze, and he was tired. After peeling off the clothes, he admired himself in the full length mirror. Through his haggard, blood shot, steel blue eyes, he still appeared as he had 24 hours earlier, an athletic hunk of a man. He noted how the gym and tanning bed had paid off. Although his hole was worn out at the moment, he looked at his bubbly ass and thought cockily “How the fuck could Zack walk away from this?” But he knew that inside, a toxic brew was already changing him. By Daddy’s own words, HIV was likely taking hold, and who knows what lesser STDs the other 18 or so guys deposited in his previously clean ass: Herpes? Gonorrhea? Syphilis? Hepatitis? Only time would tell what fate he’d imposed on himself. Reality set in: Steve’s life had changed permanently in a matter of hours. He would now be a different sex worker: few would want to pay for his services if they caught wind of his afflictions, and no longer could he be a player in lucrative, “pretty” “jock” porns--There was no placed for diseased dick or ass there. And no longer did he have even a remote chance of winning back Zack: Zack was a painstaking prude about keeping himself STD free, and wouldn’t even fuck a guy with a condom who he knew to have anything. Instead, Steve would have doctors’ visits, he’d have pain, he’d have medicine. But he’d also have freedom. Steve was in a haze all day contemplating his situation. He couldn’t stop fixating on how good Daddy’s cock felt in him that morning, wondering how Daddy’s load tasted, and thinking about how Daddy made him feel desired and complete in a way that Zack never had – with Zack it was always kind of a game. He was also oddly excited about the potential forces at work in his bloodstream – could he possibly look forward to painful piss, sores on his cock, and the terrible fuck flu he’d heard so often about? No way. What the fuck was happening, and how could he possibly sustain such a life or eroticized thoughts over something so many people fear? Steve reported for work at the club at 9 that night. He was always a crowd pleasing stripper. He’d whisper sexy shit in guys’ ears, let them caress his thick calve muscles, and would let fingers wander across his Viagra-induced hard-on as the desperate men stuffed dollars in his thong. But that night, he wasn’t into it. All he could only think of was Daddy, the man who’d planted his poz seed in him hours earlier. So at the second break, he grabbed his shit and left, to his manager’s dismay and protest. Daddy opened his door after Steve’s knock and was pleased. “Last night changed me. I can’t pick up where I left off.” “Good. You couldn’t even if you wanted to” and he ushered Steve inside.

Chapter 2: Past Demons A month before his encounter with me, Zack found himself the subject of what could only be described as a hate fuck. Steve’s vitriol for Zack was manifest in each pounding thrust into Zack’s tight ass. Steve wanted to hurt Zack, he wanted to pummel the hole few others had entered. He wanted to bring impurity into Zack’s seemingly perfect world without Steve, and to leave Zack forever marked with Steve’s now-venomous load. He wanted Zack to regret everything about Steve, so he pounded away until he shot his poison seed deep into Zack’s then-negative guts. He was sure his poz semen would take hold and change Zack for good. Steve and Zack had been boyfriends in LA. Both were strikingly good looking and both made good money as strippers (with escorting gigs on the side). But Zack was discontent with the LA scene and bored with Steve, so he lined up work with a manager in Vegas who would get Zack into more lucrative sex work, like work in porn and with higher paying clients. Without much notice, Zack then left Steve for Sin City. Steve was blindsided and distraught at Zack’s sudden departure and termination of their relationship. Not knowing how to handle the emotions, he started drinking heavily the afternoon Zack left. By eleven o’clock that night, he found himself shitfaced in front of a bathhouse in West Hollywood. He entered and wandered throughout the maze of rooms. Feeling needy and alone, he stripped to a jock strap and entered his own rom. Previously a safe sex practitioner with almost everyone but Zack, Steve mounted the bed and presented himself, spread eagle, ready, willing and able to be fucked by anyone. There would be no “condoms only” restrictions that night. Steve’s tan and fuzzy ass in the air welcomed men to approach, without hesitation. Steve was a popular man that night: rarely did such a stud present himself for an open call for fucking. Man after man, all ages, sizes, and ethnicities, made their way into Steve’s room to fuck the living shit out of him. To Steve, it felt right being so used after he’d been discarded by Zack that afternoon. His cock went largely unattended while about 19 men enthusiastically announced their incoming load into Steve’s cunt. By 3 a.m., Steve wound up sleeping in the bed of one of the men who’d planted poz seed in him that night. The man, known only in Steve’s hazy mind as “Daddy,” was in his early fifties, had an unnaturally muscular body, leathery tan skin, pierced nipples, a five o’clock shadow, salt and pepper hair with a military cut, and a plethora of tattoos. His look was, therefore, quite different from the clean cut preppy appearance of both Zack and Steve. When Steve awoke by the strange man’s side, his apathy had dulled and he thought “what the fuck have I done?” Already awake, and perhaps perceiving this inevitable reaction, Daddy said to Steve “Relax, boy. You’re going to be fine. You’re about to be part of the brotherhood. And I’m here to take care of you.” Steve somehow hadn’t cum during his bathouse whoring session. His hole was sore and jizz-soaked, and he was hungover, but when he looked at the man speaking, assessing his rough and sexual body, noticing his biohazard tattoo in the pubic region above his massive uncut cock, Steve found his dick stiffening. It wasn't just morning wood: He wanted Daddy. The regret he felt moments before dissipated, his depression over Zack seemed like a distant memory, and he knew he needed this man’s -man wholly. Daddy noticed, and kissed Steve, rubbing his cock until it was fully erect at 7 inches. Pulsing and rock hard, it wouldn’t take long for Steve to cum. Daddy turned Steve on his side, parted his bountiful ass, and inserted his hard, veiny, demon dick into Steve’s cunt. Steve was a more-than willing recipient. Daddy was balls deep into his new boy almost instantly, and he grinded his dick into his ass while also reaching around Steve’s taught waist to stroke his prick. Their fuck rhythm was perfectly aligned. Steve loved every gentle movement of Daddy invading his hole. Daddy whispered in Steve’s ear, “I’m about to cum in you boy, boy. I’m going to mark you as mine, trumping all the other cum in you lubing your sex chute now. My toxic load will knock you up, and you’re going to be my progeny. This is your destiny.” And with that, Daddy unloaded in Steve’s gut, and Steve’s cock sprayed cum all over the sheets of Daddy’s bed. Daddy whispered again “Your neg loads are numbered, boy,” and he scooped up some of Steve's cum, licked it from his fingers, and kissed Steve. To be continued.

Stripped Bare – A Series Chapter 1: Engaging Zack With gay weddings come gay bachelor parties. And when my friends announced their engagement, plans quickly materialized for a celebratory weekend in Vegas for both of the grooms. I was given the task of securing in-room entertainment – specifically, a stripper – before one of our big nights on the town. I guess a brief description of myself is in order. I’m 31 years old, six feet tall, 175 pounds, tan, with brown hair and brown eyes. I have an athletic build – I workout a lot and have always played a variety of sports – and am considered attractive. I’m single – one of the few single guys in my group of friends – and have had a few serious relationships over time. Anyway, back to my bachelor party task. I had some trouble finding a stripper who’d come to our room on the strip for a private show. I perused various websites until ultimately I ended up on an escort web hub, where I found an incredibly sexy guy named Zack. His profile was HOT – pictures showed a strapping, all American muscled jock, probably in with a big dick. He was tanned and toned, with short brown hair. He indicated some prior experience as a stripper and in porn, as well as his services as a paid date. I messaged Zack, saying we needed a guy to come and strip for a group of about 12 early 30-something gays visiting in a few weeks. He replied within a few hours, saying he’d be happy to do so and laying out the logistics and price. He gave me his cell phone number, I gave him mine, we’d connect as the date got closer. Starting a day before we left for Sin City, Zack and I began exchanging more messages. I was flirty, as I was enamored with what I’d observed (and I’d checked out his profile and pics on many occasions since the first message). He seemed to reciprocate the flirtation, though I knew that might just be the escort in him stroking my ego. I sent him a few pictures of myself under the guise of showing him who to be on the lookout for when I went to retrieve him in the lobby at the appointed time. His response, “cute,” garnered a few increasingly scandalous shots, culminating in my sending him a cock shot. “Yummy” he said, continuing “but I’m more interested in seeing your ass.” I told him he’d have to see it in person. The time finally came for me to retreat from the bachelors’ suite to bring Zack up. In the lobby, I spotted the prize and approached him. He was even better looking in person than the website conveyed. So hot, oozing with sexuality and personality. We shook hands, and the energy between us was genuinely electric. In the elevator on the way up to the room, he attacked me, throwing his tongue down my throat. Apparently he, too, liked what he saw. I told him that after his show and apart from the gaggle of gossipy gays I was with, we had to get together. I told him my room number and we agreed to meet there 15 minutes after he left. The boys were impressed with the man meat I brought into the suite. Zack wasted no time in getting everyone seated and working the crowd. I was so fucking turned on watching him unrobe, exposing his thick legs, bubble butt, perfect swimmer’s body. He played with his penis, hidden from plain sight by a speedo but clearly defined as a monster. He rubbed against the men gathered in the room and had everyone mesmerized by his body and talent. The show eventually ended, Zack left the suite, and my stomach churned with excitement of what was to come. The group was about to head out for the night, when I said I wasn’t feeling well and would sit the evening out. All were drunk enough and anxious to get out not to protest. I sped to my room. Five excruciatingly long minutes later, I heard a knock at my door. My Adonis had arrived. I ushered him in quickly and we greeted each other with a long kiss and intense groping. He asked to shower off the oil left over from his performance. I, of course, obliged. Once he was fully undressed, I marveled at his amazing body again and, now, at his cock in full sight just for me. He stepped into the steamy spray. I quickly undressed and followed him. I was unarmed. This was all so right. We soaped, we kissed, we groped, and our dicks grew ever harder as they bobbed against each other below. I then sunk to my knees and began worshiping his penis with my tongue. He held my ears and fucked my skull. His balls would tense occasionally in delight. My own cock was rock hard, erectly waiting its own attention. Finally he pulled me to my feet and suggested we move from the shower to the bedroom. After a quick towel dry and walk to the bed, he pushed me onto my back and took my legs on his shoulders while he bowed to the floor. He kissed and licked his way down my smooth, muscular chest, around my dick and nuts, and, finally, to my ass. I’ve never been penetrated by such a talented tongue before. It was epic and had me twitching and squirming in delight. After fucking my ass with his mouth, he worked his first finger into my tight hole. My stomach was again in knots in anticipation. Then a second finger made its way in. My head rolled back into the sheets. Finally, he reached for his pants on the floor, from which he pulled a rubber (a magnum) and a small tube of lube – hookers, like boy scouts, come prepared apparently. He tore the condom packet with his teeth, and unrolled the latex over his veiny rock hard member. The closer to the base he got, the more engorged his dick seemed to get. He drizzled a bit of lube on the tip of his sheethed cock and then a little onto his finger, with which he then played more with my hole lubing it. Finally, with my legs spread wide and ankles in his hand, he pushed the tip of his dick against my hole. It was as expected – agony at the size of his tool, ecstasy that we were consummating this lustful encounter. My hole adjusted as he slowly pushed deeper, pulling back and pushing forward so as not to make too painful an entry. He had skill. Ultimately, I felt him balls deep in me. I smiled; he collapsed onto me and kissed me. He then began working into a fantastic fuck rhythm. Slow at first, then faster. In and out. He’d adjust occasionally, turning me on my side, fucking me from behind, pulling my head back so he could gnaw at my neck. It was the fuck of a lifetime. As his sex tempo increased, he returned me to my back, he standing next to the bed, my legs spread wide and in the grasp of his strong hands. He said he was close, and so was I. Although I probably could’ve cum without touching myself, I picked up the pace of jerking my cock as he pounded my hole faster and faster, harder and harder. “I’m gonna cum” he said, as his head slowly bent toward the ceiling and his body began to tense. He then began yelling, grunting, thrusting, and I knew he was unleashing his big, sex worker load. “Oh fuuuuuuuuck.” He probably came for 30 seconds straight. I was intensely watching his face and body as I stroked my precummy cock even faster. I could sense he was about to retreat from my ass to relieve his sensitive dick, so I begged “please don’t pull out.” He did anyway, and I remained on the edge of cumming. Immediately I saw a change in the expression on his face: he went from pure pleasure to concern. “Oh fuck.” He said looking down at his dick. “My condom broke – I just shot my load in your ass, man. fuck, fuck, fuck....” “I don’t care! Just fuck me more, shove your big dick back in me.” I said as I feverishly jacked my close-to-bursting cock. I needed to be filled again. I felt his cock against my hole, but he withheld entry. “Fuck, dude… I don’t really know how to say it, but I just tested positive last week. Shit! I just shot a poz load in your ass, man. I’m so fucking sorry.” He said with angst. I wasn’t registering words at the moment. All I knew is that my rock hard dick was pulsing and needed relief, and that I was with the hottest guys I’d ever been with. With my legs wrapped around him, I reached around with one hand and grabbed hold of his dick, guiding it in my now-cummy hole as I pulled him into me again. I was again complete, and his masterful cock was pushing his poz jizz deeper into my gut. A warmth overtook my whole body and I shot the biggest wad all over my chest and face. To be continued.