SubChastity

PART 7: Griff We got Tag set up in the sling, now completely naked legs splayed and hole exposed. Vulnerable. “You ready for what’s next?” I ask him as I slather my cock in lube. “Oh fuck yes” Tag demures lazily stroking himself and smiling with beady eyes In a way that tells us all just how high he’s become. Oh yeah, he’s ready. “You sure you don’t want first dibs?” I ask Tom as he moves to be by Tags head. “Naw, I’m right where I belong” he says as he settles in his head right by Tags. Then Colin is there and has the rigs. He hands me and Tom ours. I place mine gingerly behind my ear. “It’s time. Work that cock in this piglet, babe.” Colin says. And I do. Tags tight hole feels so good around my cock as it welcomes me in without complaint. He moans. “More.” ”Don’t be greedy” I wink as I come to a standstill inside him while Colin ties his arm off. We’d talked him through everything and what to expect but he looks anxious for a moment. “Relax boy” Colin says ”Baby brother, look at me.” Tag does and relaxes they kiss for a moment and while distracted Colin makes quick and painless work of getting a vein, plunging the point in and getting it to register. Then he plunges the drug into Tag and undoes the tourniquet. Tom breaks their kiss at that moment. “You did it?! Already? Wow. I didn’t feel a-“ Then Tag’s speech is interrupted as he begins to cough and experience his first rush. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck”. I smile at him “You’re a slam pig now, babe” ”Fuck me now” he demands as he pistons himself against my cock in the cock and cum hungry fit of the rush. I hear Tom cough as his slam hits. “ Do you want more cock, Tag?” Tom asks stroking his impressive erection. I think to myself if Tag doesn’t want it, I do. “Fuck yeah. I want all the cock. I wanna be a cum hungry slam pig. Whore me out to any cock. I fucking need it” ”Oh yeah, he’s a pig alright. And a chip off the old block” Colin says kissing Tom before administering his own slam. I’m fucking Tag in the sling as Colin catches my eye when he flashes, his blood filling his point. “You want my blood slam, slave? Be poz like your master?” He whispers in my ear. I look him intently in the eye. The other boys are too engage to see the conversation we’re having. Which is just as well because this is the kind of thing Tom can’t wrap his head around or get into. “Oh fuck yes, Master” I whisper back my cock jolting forward into Tag’s cunt “Tomas, take over for Griffin while I point him, wont you?” Colin says without ever breaking eye contact from me. “Fuck yeah” I pull out of Tag and as soon as I do Colin is on his knees to clean my cock the. Eat out tag for a moment before shoving his own fat cock into him. “You’ll get more daddy dick later boy” ”please!” Tag says hungrily then Tom slides into his brother’s hole and it looks complete. Like a picture fully formed. I dunno. Maybe it’s the hopeless romantic in me. Colin takes me by the hand and leads me to his bedroom. As soon as we’re inside he shoves me on the bed gets my legs up and gets his cock inside me. “There’s no going back once we do this. You know that, right?” ”I know. This is what I want. Convert me. Make me your property.” ”I’ll be gettting you a biohazard tattoo as soon as you test poz” My dick sprung at the thought. “Yes, master” “We’re still having that date in two days, but this seals the deal. You sure u want a master, Griff?” “Yes. I am sure I want YOU, Colin. I want you to poz me and I want you to be mine. I want to be your in everyway. I need you to be my master” No sooner had I said that than the needle was in my arm re-registering and pushing the bloodslam into my vein. Then he took mine from behind my ear got another vein and registered it and gave himself a bloodslam with mine. “There. Whatever else happens. It you and me forever now. I Love you Griff.” ”I Love you Colin” Then the rush hit… end part 7 the eight and final installment will come soon! please note: this story is a fantasy and while some elements are hot ideas in theory (such as bloodslams and conversions), they may require extra care to ensure safety, blood types, etc. please make responsible choices even when partying.

Tag would remember the night that had just transpired for the rest of his life. Every part of him was still buzzing as he smiled at Tom in the drivers seat. “Are we really doing this?” ”Absolutely. You and me forever. That’s what I want.” Tom reached his hand to Tag and Tag took it. TEN HOURS EARLIER: The four men stumbled into Colin’s impressive bachelor pad as he opened the door. All of them in good spirits and all of them anxiously anticipating the night of debauchery to come. Colin led them to the living room which was already set up with a sling in case he got lucky that evening. Just how lucky he would get, even he hadn’t known. He went to the safe and got out the favors and watched as the boys eyed them like kios in a candy shoppe. He chuckled. “Make yourselves at home, I’m going to prepare the drinks for us” He said shaking a bottle of G and disappearing into the kitchen. The three younger set about tasks. Well, Griff and Tom did. Griff started packing the bong with T and Griff set about prepping rigs. Meanwhile Tag looked on in overwhelm, quite sure he was In over his head but eager to become even more entangled and to fully commit to this. To them. Tom caught his eye and gave him a small reassuring nod and a smile and mouthed “I love you” and Tag felt butterflies. Everything that he’d experienced in the car with Tom had shifted the axis of his world. One moment they were having a fun night of experimenting, the next they were making commitments to each other and planning a way to be together. It was all he wanted now. Griff’s voice calling his name brought him back to reality. He was being signaled to join griff on the couch. Once there, Griff lit up the bong and smoked then shot gunned Tag before handing the bong to him. After a few back and forth this was they were buzzing and Tom, having completed the slam preps joined in each time the shotgunning grew into making out and groping between the three of them a little more. Tags head was swimming and he was so turned on he didn’t hear Colin reenter the room until the older man slipped his arms around him and drew him flush against his front. “You having fun” he whispered in Tag’s ear and Tag just looked back at him smiling in acknowledgement before becoming trapped in Colin’s kiss. Colin’s hand found it’s way down the back of Tags waistband and directly to Tags still greased hole, fingers plunging in. “Mmmm. Your cunt is nice and ready, huh boy?” ”oh yes!” Tag demurred before Colin’s finger pulled abruptly out leaving tag whimpering until Colin put an end to the noise by bringing the fingers to Tag’s mouth to suck. The other two boys were loving this show as they felt themselves and each other, blew some clouds and took in every moment. “Time for a toast” Colin said removing his fingers from Tags mouth and gesturing to the four cups of G laced juice. “To corrupting young tag, to reunions and beginnings” Colin toasted giving a meaningful look Griffs way. They all quickly drank down the bitter liquid followed by chasers. “Let’s get more comfortable” Tom suggested stripping down to his underwear. The others all followed suit. They sat around chatting, blowing clouds and shooting the shit as the g kicked in and Tag thought. “If this is what it means to be a Pig, I want to be one forever” end of part 6 part 7 to come very shortly

Hi all. Just finally getting back to writing. So sorry for the delay

Hey all- Finally settled after my move, what do we think- time to get back to the boys? I do think they have voracious sexual appetites that need tending to so bets not leave them waiting too much longer...

PRE: When government and world systems collapsed it was every man for himself. cities fell into ruin and war and rioting broke out. Civilization as it once was became no more. Now there are only the few- those who somehow managed to survive. Who live in the decaying ruins of what was once great cities. The Uber-wealthy live in the sphere, a protected dome of wealth and opulence where they want for nothing. For identification, the wealthy have a bar code on their wrist. ONE: He woke with a jolt. Immediately taking in his surroundings he realized he was still here. Still where he had been the past three days. The days ago he had woken up in this dingy room, lined with junk and had no memory. No memory of where he was, how he'd got there and most frighteningly of who he was. He had some kind of barcode on his wrist, he knew that. However, he had no idea what it meant. He clung to the hope that if he could find some way to get the barcode scanned he could be Identified- that somehow he could be helped. He'd spent most of the past few days like a rat in its hole, too scared to venture out. Scared of what he'd find. But now- he'd run out of the Liquid and food rations that had been in a pack at his side. He'd have to be brave. So he left the room. He moved through the city, passing by others who were as dirty and disheveled as he. Some looked violent, some looked lost. It all seemed foreign to him. He had no idea what he was going to do, how he was going to make it. How would he get by, eat, sleep, anything? "Hey, you- come in here. You'll like it here." A young woman beckoned to him. She was clean in this dirty wasteland. She stood in front of a warehouse building a sign read OASIS. "I don't have money" He said. She giggled in response, taking one of her many golden bangles from her wrist and placing it on his with a wink. "Go in to the bar- show them this and tell them Talia sent you, they'll take care of you." "But I-" "Don't you want to eat and drink? You'll like it here. Go!" She pushed him towards the door. The harsh summer sun fell away to a darkened nightclub. music blaring and lights blasting, seemingly unaware of the time of day. Bodies writhed danced against one another. it was packed. Everyone seemed to be in an altered state- unaware of their reality and blissed out, euphorically touching one another. He slowly weaved through the crowed to the bar. A bulky man stood behind it "What do you want?" "I- Um. Talia sent me?" he said, presenting the golden bangle. The barkeep smiled and went to a black leather door that stood by the door. He knocked three times and a slot opened at eye level. The barkeep held up the bangle. "Talia sent a new boy for Lucien" The slot closed. The barkeep tossed the bangle back to the confused boy then went back to wiping the bar down. The boy put the bangle on his wrist. Then the door crashed open and before he could look up to see who was coming a hood went over his head and gruff arms were grabbing him. A pinch to the neck- a shot. "What the hell?" He was out before they dragged him through the door. Lucien's thugs deposited the boy at his feet in his office. "Well, well, well. What have we here?" Lucien queried rhetorically as his men departed. Lucien made not of the boys clothes, dirty but new. not the rags he was used to seeing. They were OW. He wasn't from around here. "He's a beauty." Lucien noticed a bar code on his wrist. He got his illegally obtained scanner and scanned it. "The son of Paule V Rit?! Here in my little den of inequity?" He considered what his plan would be as he spoke to the unconscious boy before him. They are searching for you. I wonder what happens if they never find you. I was going to just make you into a go-go boy here. but no, you are too pretty and too high a prize for that. You are going to be my personal slave. Yes, I think that's what best fits this prince of the over world. To learn to be submissive little pig slut for his master." Luciens smirk grew into a grin on his handsome face as he began to weave the way he would ruin this boy. * He woke up. This time he was not in the same dingy room of the past three days. this time he woke up to a darker room. He was laying along one wall on a concrete slab. The room itself was more cell than room. It was only about 6x6 with no doors or windows. on the ceiling was a hatch. He was naked except for a black leather jockstrap, a collar and a gold bangle on his wrist. His wrist, had a black band tattooed around it where the barcode had been. Whatever information that barcode had held was now void to him. Where the fuck was he and what had he gotten himself into? Then there was a voice. "There is a bottle under your bed. You have 30 seconds to drink it down. DRINK." END PART ONE

Nickolai's tale is meant to be a standalone of hazy memory of a disjointed night. However, you never know. Maybe I'll revisit if inspiration strikes. I always like to have a twist to my twisted stories, so If I come up with an angle that makes it interesting to me to revisit it from, I will.

Part 5 I was pissed, but did I have any right to be? So Tom and Tag had asked for a few minutes alone, said they had some brotherly bonding to take care of before absconding to the backseat of my fucking car. “Easy, Griff” I tried to calm myself down. This was to be expected, Tom and Tag needed to clear the air and have some naked time together to get it all out in the open. I just didn’t like this feeling. This feeling like I was being abandoned. Daddy issues, you know. But I was hardly being left alone. I made my way to the back of the club to my favorite room here: Room 3. I opened the door and entered and was immediately enchanted by the groans and grunts of man on man pig sex and action. This was the sling room and I apparently had the luck of timing because there was a sling to the right of the room that was open. I quickened my pace and hoisted myself into it. I’d barely had time to settle before I felt a slap on my now exposed ass. “There he is, my sexy little Griffin” “Colin! It’s been too long.” and it had been. I gazed up at him in astonishment. Colin was here? Colin was back? Colin had been where it had all started for Tom and I. A sexy, Scottish, mid-30’s ad-exec, no nonsense, svelte and muscles. He had the most perfect cut 8” cock and was a dominant man who knew how to take charge and turn two innocent uni boys he met at a club into his new chemmed up pig sluts. “Griff, where’s your other half.” “He’s here- off with his little brother right now. We’re… following your lead and showing him the way.” “What a good little slut I’ve trained.” Colin said as he began to worry his fingers against my anal ring. I moaned. Then his full lips were on mine and I’d forgotten the force of his kisses, they now felt like a reclamation. “I want my turn with the new kid tonight.” he growled a whisper in my ear. “You, Tom and Him will be coming back to mine after. Is that understood?” It wasn’t a request. My dick lurched at the command. “Yes, Sir!” Colin had left the states for a few months for business- “When didn’t you get back? How long are you-” “Shhhhh-” he said as he lined up his fuckstick with my hole “Do you want to exchange niceties?” He spat on his cock then punch it into my cunt fully in on go “Or do you want me to slam you up, use you and fuck and fist this pretty little hole, Griffin?” My jaw fell open. For a moment, in the shock nothing came out, then a gutteral groan before I screamed “fuck yes, Master.” “Master?! What happened to sir. Griffin, if you want me to be your master, I would take you under my wing and show you realms you’d never dreamed of. But only you. I am sir to many, but master to one. Think about it. You and Tom- Well, you would need to separate. Could you do that?” “We’re not a couple but-” “But your best mates who do everything together. Everything. We’d still have fun with Tommy boy, but I’d want you to myself too, Griff. Think about it. We’ll have a discussion over dinner in two nights time. But for now. Let’s fuck.” With that he pulled out two syringes and I knew this night was about to get so much better. My mind swam with his offer as I tied my arm off and got ready. Tom and I had been on this adventure together, and now we were going to bring Tag in and it would be us three. But Colin… his offer was kinda the next step in what I wanted to explore. And Tom, as wild as he was. He has limits… limits I just don’t want to play by anymore. And if Tom and Tag want time together alone now, maybe their path is together as a duo. But- Like Colin said- tonight isn’t about serious decisions. Tonight is about serious fucking. “Cheers, mate” we clinked syringes then brought them to our ties off elbows. I concentrated on the crook of mine where there was a nice, fat vein. It went right in- I registered right away and was quickly pushing down on the plunger, I hadn’t even asked how much was in this one. “What a slut” I mumbled to myself. The now empty syringe was pulled from my arm’ tourniquet removed and needle capped. Colin finished around the same time and disappeared the supplies on a table next to us. The way this slam hit just right made me believe in miracles. I’ve slammed before and I’ll slam again but this slam was some kind of special. I was coughing and tasting and overwhelmed as the heat came over me. Colin’s gaze turned devilishly piggy as his rush hit him and he coughed as well. He bucked his hip forward reminding me I was impaled on his throbbing 8 inches. I wish I could tell you more about this rush but there’s just no differentiating where it began and I ended. It was so consuming. Colin and I were like fire and air, consuming each other with a ferocity that could not be contained. I could tell others were watching and I could feel cocks in my hand or occasional loas shoot onto me, but all I remained focused on was the man fucking me. He would occasionally tell me to “turn my head like a good slut” and I’d feel a new cock in my mouth, grateful for it but trying to keep my eyes on his. I’d lost track of time but felt the exact moment he blasted his load into me growling “I want you to be mine boy. I want to be your Master, to breed this beautiful cunt and destroy you like you’re my property. Because you will be my property.” With those words I felt his cum burst inside me and I came hands free. We basked in the afterglow, trying to get our breath back. He withdrew and I groaned. Another lined up as if to fuck me next. “Back off!” Colin warned him, and he did.I smirked. “C’mon Griff, we’re going.” “Going? You promised to fist me though. He advanced on me, still in the sling and grabbed around my neck pulling me in for a brutal, crusking kiss, then lowered to my neck and sucked to claim. I knew he was leaving his mark. He then whispered in my ear “You will follow me boy, because I need to get you out of here. I have had about enough sharing you tonight with them that I can stand. I told you I would be bringing you lads back to mine and I will be. I’ll share you with Tom and his brother but I need to be the one to claim you from now on. No one else touches this but me. Clear?” As he said that he forced three fingers into my cum filled cunt and I moaned. He smirked against my lips then brought the cum soaked fingers up to my mouth and made me suck them off. His cum was delicious and tasted like nectar I’d been desperate for. “I will be fisting you. I will be showing you three one hell of a night. I will be showing you what separates me, a man, from the boys. I will make sure by the end of this very night that you will unequivocally be begging me to be your master in two days time.” “Yes, Mas-” “Uh uh uh- you haven’t earned the right to call me that yet.” Colin caught me, I hadn’t even realized it. It was knee-jerk. “Yes, Sir.” * Tom stopped Tag just outside the warehouse door. Their conversation and fuck had bee intense. Now they had to find Griff and tell him it was time to leave for the night. Tom wasn’t sure where. Maybe they could grab a hotel. All he knew is the three of them had unfinished business and the night was still young. Tom was so happy that Tag was here now- so ready to really introduce him to everything, but he wanted it to be special. More special than in a warehouse. They opened the door and entered and just beyond the door was Griff and FUCK, was that?! COLIN!? He looked at me and Tag with a wolfish grin. “Tommy boy! Are you ready for a night your younger brother will never forget. Get your things together lads, we’re going to continue the evening at mine.” Tom looked to Griff who raised his eyebrows before breaking out in a devilish grin. Colin had shown them this world, he might as well be the one to help show Tag. Tom sighed and then said “Colin, I’d like to introduce my little brother Tag.”

Just a quick update for this one: -Part 5 will be coming soon and will be a short little bit just to edge you and keep you on your toes. -The real reason for that is I'm really working on Part 6. It will be the longest foray in this story (quite possibly even the conclusion). I am halfway through it now and it's very, very fun. Part 5 was the start of it and i've splintered it off so as to ot leave you hanging the next few weeks -I think I have an Idea of where this story ends. Don't worry, [banned word]. It's going to then splinter off into two spin-offs. -Lastly, I'm going through a move right now. so- I'll get part 5 out tomorrow or Wednesday then part 6 will likely not be out until early may. Apologies. Hope these updates get you excited!

Nicolai was well and truly fucked. He'd come into NYC from his university on Long Island with his pals for a night of clubbing and fun and that had certainly been achieved. He remembered the throbbing bass of the club and the exuberant dancing of his posse. What he was having trouble remembering was remembering when things took a turn. Nicolai remembered being in the bathroom at the club and checking himself out his lithe 21 year old frame all sinewy, lean muscle and with sandy hair. He wore tight jeans and tight black tee shirt along with sexy briefs. The bathroom of this club was shared with the gay club adjacent to it. Nicolai wasn't gay. At all. But for whatever reason, he decided to check out that club instead of going back to the straight one. Guys kept buying him drinks and a free drink is a free drink and thats when things got hazy. Now it's 3am Nicolai has stumbled into the alleyway behind the club, not really sure how he got there and he seems to have lost his phone and can't find his friends. Well and truly fucked. Then he felt the vomit coming. He was able to make it to a trash can and threw up in there. He was dizzy and just needed to lie down for one fucking minute. The alley seemed deserted, so he found a corner to lay down in, just for one minute... * Rex was feeling great, high on life and other enhancements that had helped him get through his shift at Helix as a go-go boy. Now, it was time to get out of here and find some slut to use for some piggy pnp sex. He changed to his street clothes, bid his farewells and exited the building using the backdoor which led to an alleyway. He started down the alleyway and heard a groan to the left, looking in that direction- Rex was shocked to find some twinky kid passed out. "He could meet someone real dangerous here, I'd better help him out." Rex said. and idea forming in his brain... * Nicolai woke up to music. Not the thumppathumppa of the club but a speaker in an apartment. He was on a bed. He was groggy and didn't recognize the surroundings. He groaned. "You're awake! I was about to blast you off, that's really gonna wake you up!" There was a man next to him. And Nicolai was not gay but he could appreciate when a man was good looking. and this man was definitely hot. And naked? Nicolai began to realize he was as well except for a jockstrap. But he had had briefs on? None of this made any sense. Then in his groggy, just woke up- still kinda drunk haze Nicolai began to realize his arm had been tied off and the man was about to insert a needle into his fucking arm. "Whattareyoudoing?" he slurred. "Like I said, waking you up. Making you feel good. You really shouldn't fall asleep in alley's, baby. You never know who's gonna wanna do what to you!" Then the needle was in , blood registering and whatever was in it forced into him. An evil grin spread on Rex's face. In the calm before it hit Nicolai had a series of flashbacks. * He remembered seeing Rex dancing in the club Remembered coming to in the alleyway to the same ma pissing on him, that he'd forced Nicolai to drink it and how bitter it had tasted. He could recall now the mad pulling his pants down and ripping his briefs in the back before roughly shoving his cock into Nicolai and breeding his virgin hole. Nicolai had wanted to scream in protest but had been too drunk and then it had started to feel good. Afterward, Rex had shoved him to his knees to clean his cum and blood tinged cock before then hauling his dick back in to his pants and slapping Nickolai hard across the face. He'd practically carried Nicolai to his car a block away, pouring him into the back seat where he blacked out until he woke up here and now. * Then the slam hit and Nicolai's world changed. Three days later when he left Rex's place he'd be poz, a chem whore, and a faggot who would never again claim to be straight.

This may be the nicest writing compliment I've gotten. And as for if I am as big a m2m pig slut ... let's just say I would fit right i with the more experienced members at the warehouse. 😉

This is one hell of a hot story!!!

Glad you all seem to be enjoying, thanks for the kind words- part 4 caught up to where the story began so now we'll have to see where it goes from here. Though I have a feeling Tag is in for a night of wild, piggy, poined fun!

Part 4 The door closed behind me and I was enveloped in the warmth of the steam room at the same time I was plunged into darkness. I stood statue still for a moment as I tried to get my bearings. Then- hands were on me. At first two, then more. Rubbing at me, pulling me in; desire their clear aim. I wondered how many men were in the steam room and how big it was. The darkness gave way to anonymity and my questions fell to the wayside, perhaps aided by the hazy feeling from the earlier “present” given to me by Daddy D. As the hands groped me, I found myself reaching in return, teasing, wanting, seeking. Lips met mine, my jockstrap was removed. My stiff 7.5” cock was enveloped by a warm mouth as I gasped, moaning in pleasure. Then someone pulled my ass towards them and spread out my cheeks, next thing I knew I was having his ass eaten and I was in heaven. Moaning and delighting. Suddenly a spark lit near my face. There was some kind of bong and a voice whispered into my ear as a pipe was brought to his lips. “Suck in till I say” I was in such a haze of horniness and desire, that I did so without question. When the man said to do so I exhaled a huge white cloud into the steam. The sensation immediately made me hornier. “Give him more” another voice encouraged. “The little slut loves it, he’ll be taking slams in no time.” After another few hits I was flying. I didn’t know what this was but I wanted to feel this way forever. I could hear the door open and shut, admitting more into the darkness, but all I cared about was more cock. The newcomers made their way into the fray, one of them sliding their beautiful cock into my mouth and the other, replacing the guy who was rimming me. He rimmed me for a moment, then he stood. I then felt something blunt at my hole. Cock. I was going to take my first cock. RIght here, right now. He pushed in and I moaned out. I felt so full and so alive. There was a slight pain. But whatever I was high on helped me to know that I needed more of his cock. He obliged, fucking me. The wet sounds of the steam room intensified as other cocks found holes, other hands roamed free. I was in heaven taking cock in both ends, while someone sucked my cock. Then I was pulled off the cock I was sucking and the person I was sucking brought me to their lips, making out with me.Their kiss was hot and charged with passion but also- familiar? “Griff” I whispered. “Shhhhh!” Griff said, realizing who had been sucking him, who he was now kissing. He then brought his lips to my ear nd whispered “I didnt know it was you, but this just became the hottest thing ever, mate.Guess who’s fucking you?” Then the penny fell. I realized who was taking my virginity. I realized my brother Tom, had no idea that the slut he was fucking in the dark was his tag-along kid brother. And it fucking turned me on. I pushed my hole back on his cock with the knowledge it was him “Good boy!” Griff whispered. Then Tom grabbed me from behind saying to Griff “I want a taste too” and brought his lips to mine. The world went still with his cock in my hole and his lips on mine, I kissed back with every ounce of passion I could muster. Iwas in awes and had never been more turned on. “Fuck, you can kiss” Tom said as we broke our lip lock. I want all night with you. Whattya say Griff, should we keep this one all night? “Oh hell yes!” Griff said, all-knowing. “Would you be into some wild piggy party sex with two college boys?” Tom asked me, no idea who he was really asking. Before I could answer someone sparked the lighter to hit the pipe next to us, illuminating my face. There in the light of the lighter I watched the realization fall on Tom’s face. I watched his face go from horny, to confused, to angry, to disgusted, to confused again. “Tom, Before you say anything, let me explain…” Griff tried. But Tom had me by the wrist and was dragging me out of the steam room. He pulled me past the hustle and bustle of the main room. My brother Tom pulled me into the dark corner of the warehouse where it was just he and I. "What are you doing here, Tag? I told you not to follow me." Tom seemed angry and I wasn't sure why. We were both naked, we were clearly both high and I wanted nothing more than to keep on going. So- I shot my shot “Then take me home.” “What?” Tom asked as if he hadn’t heard me. Griff finally found us at this moment but kept a few steps back, unsure how to approach right now. “If you don’t want me here, you and griff take me home and make me yours. Or keep me here and make me yours. Griff knows I should be a part of this and you do too. It’s what I want. I have never felt anything like when you were both taking me just now. I knew you two were up to something, and now I know. Now I can be a part of it. A part of you.” “Tag, You don’t know what your talking about.” “Tom, your still hard.” “What?” “If you didn’t want me to be a part of this, you beautiful cock wouldn’t still be hard.” I took the risk and reach out and grasped it in my hand, he moaned. “Tag, don’t…” “Tom, Please…” Then Griff was there, completing our circle. “Tom, he wants this and he’s gonna figure it all out- wouldn’t you rather it be with us than with some creeps or punks?” “Tag, I wanted to keep you innocent” Tom said, his last vestiges of fight falling away. “But Tom, If I’m not innocent, think of all the fun you can have with me…” With that I turned away from my big brother and opened my asscheeks to him, he moaned as Griff pushed him towards me. Moments later if you passed by that corner you world see Tom sliding his bare cock into my waiting cunt ad begin fucking me against the wall while i made out with Griff who jerked both our cocks. I was in the club. I had no idea what I was in for. Our night was just getting started. Griff and Tom were gonna show me everything…

Part 2 of 2: The rap at the door downstair pulled me from my dream. It was insistent and persistent. I dragged myself from bed.- looking to the clock- It was only 10am. Way too early to open the bar and I hadn't been expecting anyone. In just my navy blue briefs and more than a little annoyed, I pulled the door open. "What?" "Are you Simon Berg?" I looked at him blankly. This twink of a boy looked oddly familiar. Couldn't have been more than 20. Striking brown eyes and sandy hair. Where did I know him from? "Yes, I'm Simon. Though it Berg-Dennison. No one has called me Berg in years. My Husband, Well late husband, Link- Our names were joined. Anyway..." I quickly rushed off the end of the sentence as the usual emotions started to rise anytime I talked about link. The Boy simply nodded slowly. We stood in awkward silence as I noticed him drink in my body, I felt a little exposed now in just my briefs However, he seemed to appreciate it, so I smirked hopeful as to where this could lead. He shook himself as if chastising himself for looking at me like that before saying the thing that shocked me and took me back 25 years: "My name is Matthew Trask...The 4th." * *25 Years Earlier:* It was another rainy night in our small town and things at the bar were busy as they could be. I sighed in happiness as I threw the trash in the dumpster. You know life is good when even the shitty tasks bring you joy. Leaving Matthew Trask the 3rd and coming back to link had been the best thing for me. Link and I made love every night, not in the dopey mechanical way that was reserved for once a week sex with Matthew. No, this was wild, piggy, ParTy sex. We fucked and ravaged each other rewriting the language of our bodies as we understood it- finding new levels of pleasure and joy. Inviting others in, going out to bath houses and clubs in nearby cities. Truly living life to the fullest. I turned to go back into the bar as the rain fell on me but a man stood in my path, a man who looked at me with a broken smile before running to me and taking me in his strong, steady arms. The arms I was supposed to marry into. Matthew. "Matthew? What are you doing here?" I asked pushing him off me. "I need you back Simon. I want you." "Matthew.... I'm sorry. But I've moved on. I'm happy here. Please, let me go." And with that I began to walk past him back towards the bar which thrummed and hummed with noises of a good time, no one aware of the magnitude of the conversation happening just outside it's walls. Matthew called after me: "Then give me one night, Simon. You owe me that." That stopped me in my tracks, still faced away from him. I could here him move closer as he spoke until he was whispering forcefully at my ear: "Give me one night with you and your whore. Show me what I couldn't be for you. Introduce me to the world of sweaty, wild, piggy sex that stole you away from me and a proper life." I couldn't believe what he was asking of me, couldn't believe the press of my traitorous cock in my pants. I slowly turned to him, calling his bluff: "And then you'll go?" "And then I'll go." I stared into his eyes for a moment. they were cold and blank, unreadable. I nodded once. "Come in, I'll fix you a drink. Bar's still open for another hour. Then the real fun can begin." * *Present Day* I tidied nervously. as the boy sat at my kitchen table. I had thrown on sweats and a tank top. What the hell was he doing here? How much did he know? Why was he here? I finally joined him at the table. "Well, Matthew. What brings you here?" "Did you know about me? That I exist?" He blurted. "I- uh, yes. I knew your father married a woman and had a son that carried on the family name. After that though- I'd lost touch with him. I haven't seen him since... ** A memory flash of plunging Matthew the 3rd's first slam into him and watching the handsome and composed man unravel into a ball of need and want. He'd always been a top but now he was begging Link and me for our cocks which we happily supplied. ** "Since... " I cleared my throat. "Let's just say it's been awhile." Matthew the 4th looked at me as if assessing me. "So you aren't fucking him still?" "Fucking him? No, God no- I haven't seen him in 25 years." The younger man's face fell "What's going on Matthew?" "Don't call me that, that's his name. Call me Matty." "You're father would hate when I called him that." "I know. That's why I like it." He said with a smirk. Interesting, I thought. "I came out to my parent's recently. I knew they'd be find with it, knew dad was bi. I found out hes been fucking a guy on the side for years- he doesn't know I know. I... Didn't know if it might be you. Had to check. When I came out. After, he pulled me aside and gave me your name and this address and said "I want you to go her and tell Simon to teach my son how to be gay the right way." Do you know what that means? I was shocked. Did my ex really send his twinky young son here for me to initiate into the ways of PNP party sex? Did Matthew the 3rd really regret his life choices that much? I considered this for a long moment, looking the boy over. "Do you want this? Do you know what he wants for you?" "Not fully- " He stood up and removed his shirt "But I think it must involve sex, me and you." He next lowered his pants leaving him standing in a black jockstrap. This beautiful, 20 year old twink stood before me asking me for sex. "Simon, I like older guys. I like that whatever we do here will proably make my father mad. Especially because he expects me to come back. I have no intention of going back to that cage. So- please, teach me. Teach me everything. Free me from my cage." I was up an naked within seconds, kissing him just second later and we were on our way to some very piggy sex. He was everything I'd been missing and nothing like his father. He opened up to my cock and took me in his warm hole and then let me administer his very first slam. As he rushed I could feel the boy contract on my cock, giving me all kinds of pleasure. I thought back to the night with his father ** After we'd fucked him and filled him with our loads he was still begging for more. So we put him on the floor and pissed all over him. Link and I grinned at each other as we degraded this once respectable man of note. He was insatiable and wanted more. More cock, more hold. more than we could provide. So he hopped in his car naked and drove away. We shook our heads and watched him drive away. That was the last time I ever saw him. ** Matty was fucking me. He'd been with me 6 months and was helping me run the bar. I would never replace my Link but Matty was a welcome new chapter. When Matthew the third found out Matty planned to stay with, that we were lovers- he was furious. That hadn't been what he wanted for his boy. He swore he'd come down there and get him himself. Matty told him to do it, but warned him. If you come here- "You know what happens here. It'll change all of our relationships forever. Only come if you never want to go back to you white picket fence life, Daddy." "I made it out last time" Matthew the third said defiantly. "Yes, but have you been happy since?" Matty asked, "Really dad, I want to know? Are you happy playing gold and playing house while fucking some guy on the side and thinking about this world of piggy sex to get off? I think this time between the cock of the man who got away and your son's hole. you'd never leave." Matthew the third fell silent for a long moment except for his heavy breathing. "Enjoy your life, I won't be bothering you." And so me and Matty did enjoy our life. Free from cages. Free from Matthew Trask the 3rd

Patience, patience. Big slams come to pigs who wait.