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Pozdaddy 32 Mochyn and I are both showered and in bed by the time Mabon and Bryn hit the shower. Mabon’s in first as Bryn’s being careful to empty his ass, wary of leaking in the night. Seeing the three of us in bed he heads for his dog bed. I push the covers down and beckon him over. “See if we can fit four into the bed. You did well today, Bryn, and that reflects on you Mabon.” Somehow we manage to drift off to sleep, but by morning Bryn has gone back to his dog bed. As I realise this, he explains “I’m sorry, Sir, I’m a restless sleeper and I was afraid of waking you all up.” That brief bit of conversation is enough to wake Mabon and Mochyn, who begin their now habitual exploration of my crotch. I pull them away. “Not today, boys. Too much to be doing. Mochyn, go get breakfast ready. I’m going to check the cellar and if there’s anything I don’t like you two” raising an eyebrow at Mabon and Bryn, “will be putting it right. Oh, house clothes this morning...” I dress and quickly head off to the cellar, picking up my mobile on the way. The cellar looks reasonable, though it still stinks of last night, which is no bad thing for what I have in mind. A couple of phone calls later, and it’s all set up: I knew Ken and Jim would come through – Max isn’t around at present, and Jim doesn’t have anyone in tow at present. I pocket the phone and return upstairs. I sit down at the breakfast table. “I don’t know about anyone else, but I’d quite like to have my pill this morning. New house rule: Since we take the meds with breakfast we might as well be honest about it, so pill bottles are now part of the plate setting. Nobody is going to forget them or they’ll feel my belt the wrong way. You thought I could hurt when I’m having fun, believe me boys, it’s nothing to what I can do when I’m pissed off.” Mabon’s nearest to the cupboard where we keep the meds, and so goes to get them. Of course Bryn’s aren’t there, probably in his jacket pocket or somewhere. “If you’re staying overnight here, you put your truvada with our pills. That right, Dad?” “Sir, the truvada pills are too big and I sometimes choke on them. It’s easier to take them by myself.” “You’ll start taking them with a glass of milk – the fat in the milk will help the pill down. Mochyn, we well enough stocked to feed six tonight?” “Chicken satay okay, Boss? Can feed an army with that!” “That’ll do fine. Free time till about one so I can read the papers in peace” “Perv his way through tumblr, he means,” comes a whisper. “Whoever said that is doing the washing up, Mabon.” “Then I want to put a few hours in getting DVDs ready for sale. Mochyn, you’re helping me out with the DVDs. Mabon, you and Bryn are putting the covers into the cases. We’re out of stock almost and I want to build it up a bit.” “Boss, one question? Who’s coming tonight? I’m only asking because I need to know how heavy to go on the chilli...” “Your usual will be fine, unless Bryn’s got a sensitive mouth, in which case he can have milk instead of wine or beer.” Bryn looks puzzled. “The fat in milk dissolves the oil from the chilli whereas beer and wine don’t affect the oil. Okay, I’ll be in the office. I expect you all at one.” Once in the study, I shut the door behind me: the signal that I am not to be disturbed for anything short of a life-threatening situation. Rather than the papers (they can wait) I go straight to chat and soon find both Ken and Jim. “Okay for tonight guys?” “I am, can’t speak for Ken, but are you sure of what you’re doing?” “If you ask me you’re just wanting to slum it a bit.” “Thanks Ken, love you too. I reckon that the boys have been getting it easy, the main focus has been on them being cumdumps and you two damn well know I go further than that!” “Only cumdumps? I’ve seen a couple of them, not the new boy, obviously, take some pretty good beatings, and I’ve tattooed Mabon and Mochyn...” “I’ve been taking it easy with them, and it’s about time they learned what I’m really about.” “Expect any wimp-outs?” “I reckon we’ll scare off Bryn: I don’t think he has the staying power. Reckon all he really cares about is getting an ass-full. Why I put him with Mabon to train him. That boy’s got potential: I’m having to punish him for disobedience or resentment already.” “How d’you think he’ll turn out?” “Let’s say he’s an embryonic top ” “Mochyn?” “Bottom. He’s turning out to be a damn good housekeeper and pretty good in the office. I don’t bother supervising him in the office and how many complaints have we had about poor service?” “True: he’s better than you are at getting to the post office! Haven’t seen a late delivery complaint since you let him loose on the computers there” “How about web figures? You taken anything else from Pozitive online?” “Nope: that fake rape scene seems to be doing the trick (pardon the pun). Mind if I bring the camera tonight?” “Fine by me. Only we’ll have to tell Bryn: the other two are used to the camera.... But not a word about what’s really happening till we get to the cellar, guys.” “Okay, see you later...” “As he said... ” “Later, then, guys – and thanks. Think I’m going to have fun tonight.” From that conversation I move to my Sunday scan of the papers. I make a point of not doing work emails on a Sunday, not out of some christian feeling, but simply the fact that I think you’re entitled to one day a week off at least, if not more. But we need to be making more DVDs: I get the cover art for fifty copies printed off (hope the punters appreciate the paper quality!) and before long the boys are in the study. “Just doing fifty today lads, the sauna promised to phone when they were down to ten and they haven’t, but we’ll take a load more when we next go. Fifty gives us a bit of breathing space.” So the afternoon passes in a blur of “Operation complete” and telling the damn machine to do it again, while Mabon and Bryn stuff the DVD cases with the cover inserts and back catalogue shit inside, before putting each new DVD in its case. Boring as hell... Then Mochyn asks permission to start on dinner (it’s tea unless we have visitors) and we step up to cover Mochyn’s loss. Finally we get to the point I wanted to be at for today. “Mabon, Bryn, go tidy up the cellar: I want it spotless but sleazy (I decide to let a bit of the secret out) - we may be filming tonight. And Bryn, don’t looked so horrified: if you don’t want to be seen we can either hood you or you just stay behind the camera. Your decision. You know I don’t force anyone to do what they don’t want.” “Thank you, Sir... I’ll give it what thought Mabon permits me.” With that I go to the kitchen to watch Mochyn get dinner ready. “You okay with a camera tonight?” I ask. “Boss, I don’t care. I’m not ashamed of who I am or what I do. But I do like the idea of guys getting off watching what I do... I sit back and watch him constructing the satay. I know how it’s traditionally made, but I prefer my approach, which he’s adopted. “If you’re doing rice salad, do we have enough red peppers not to use any others? And fried rice might be nice: heavy on the garam masala...” “Boss, you want to cook it yourself, you cook it yourself. Otherwise leave an artist to his work!” Gods! A weakness! But then I’d’ve said the same. “As you were, Mrs Beeton... Maybe we ought to do our own version of Kitchen Wars sometime,” I grinned. “If you want your ass whupped, Boss,” comes the unknowing reply, which I ignore. “Guests at seven, eat at about half past. Doable?” He nods. “White wine cooled? Cellar freezer stocked?” “Wine in the fridge Boss, Mabon and Bryn will sort out downstairs. Is there something going on? You seem a bit on edge today...” “You’ll find out in due course.” I move behind him and hold him to me. “Meanwhile, you’re putting everything you can into tonight’s dinner. I’ll be in the living room if I’m needed. Oh, and I want the three of you dressed for sex before our guests arrive.” I glance at the clock – only an hour or so before Jim and Ken turn up. Might as well sleep: I don’t expect much tonight. And if I don’t get changed it’ll confuse the boys all the more. There’s part of me just that bit worried about tonight: I know how far Ken and Jim can go and it’s been a long time... It seems like only minutes, but I’m woken by the front doorbell. I struggle to reach a reasonable state of consciousness and somehow get there before Mochyn ushers Ken and Jim into the living room, and then ducks out to get the wine. When he returns he’s even resurrected the ice bucket. “Everything on schedule?” “Ready to eat in 30 minutes, Boss, though I’ll have to be in and out of the kitchen...” “A proper greeting for our guests, then make sure Mabon and Bryn have got changed and tell them to come in here. Bring another bottle of wine and three more glasses.” Mochyn kneels before each of them and kisses both pairs of boots before disappearing. He’s obviously tipped off Mabon and Bryn as each goes to kiss the two pairs of boots before going to sit down. “Oi! Floor!” They both sit crossed legged and Mochyn comes in with more wine and three more glasses, topping up Jim’s, Ken’s and mine before pouring for the boys and himself – another bottle all but dead. He kneels on the floor near to the door and keeps checking his watch, while Jim, Ken and I talk shop. Mochyn keeps going to the kitchen and returning to his previous spot. “Reminds me – Bryn: your thinking time’s up. You okay with the camera?” “Yes, Sir” One possible problem out of the way. We resume the shop talk and before long Mochyn announces dinner. We eat slowly, too busy arguing about what to do for the next DVD, whether to do a cut price compilation or another focussed DVD. Mochyn’s done his usual excellent job with the food, but all three boys are ill at ease, given that I haven’t changed and Jim and Ken are dressed for a night in the bar. Conversation continues over beer for some time after we’ve finished eating. I tap Jim’s foot under the table. “You three: in the cellar. I want you blindfolded, standing against the rear wall feel apart hands behind your backs.” They look to me for confirmation and as I nod slightly Jim half-shouts “Now!” We hear the cellar door close and Ken looks at me: “Are you still sure you want to do this?” “Yep. I want them to step up a level or two. If they know that the Boss can take it that’ll sort of ‘encourage’ them. Besides it’s an excuse for me to switch for a night. I think I’m going to have a better time than they are. Don’t take them past their limits – that’s my job”. Outside the cellar I strip and hand the collar I’d hidden there to Jim, who puts it around my neck. Shit, but it feels strange: only goes to show how long it is since I last bottomed. The boys try to hide a flinch as we enter the cellar. Ken goes to stand near them while Ken and I face each other. He places his hands on my shoulders and forces me down to my knees, then pushes my face to his boot. As I start licking, Jim removes the boys’ blindfolds. I hear their gasps and Jim moves me over to his boots. “I’ve heard the gossip about two of you down the gym,” says Ken, “reckoning you’re onto an easy time. Poz down there has decided you’re going to step up a level: tonight you’re going to see what the future holds for you. You,” he points at Mabon “put a pair of wrist restraints on him, then back to your place. And you,” pointing at Mochyn, “get four of the special ice cubes out of the fridge.” Once the restraints are on, Ken grabs my collar and ‘encourages’ me to a standing position. He eyes the various lengths of chain hanging from the ceiling and clips the restraints to the ones that suit his purpose. From my position in the cellar I know which whip he’s brought with. Jim has the “ice” cubes in his hand and patiently works them into my ass. “That’ll do for starters...” Jim steps back out of the way of Ken’s swing, and Ken starts over my shoulders, quite gently. I’d been bracing myself, but allow myself to relax somewhat, concentrating on keeping the melting cum in my ass and acutely aware that I’m getting a hardon. Jim is behind the boys again, sometimes tweaking a nipple, fingering a hole, or playing with a dick. Ken takes it up a level and it starts to fuckin’ hurt. I find myself regulating my breathing, centring myself in bottom space. I gasp when the whip lands somewhere I didn’t expect it: I know Ken’s usual pattern and he’s throwing me off balance by sometimes varying it. Up another level and it’s getting hard to keep my breathing right. Part of me wonders if that’s sweat or blood running down my back: he’s going harder than he ever did when he and Jim were training me. At the same time I feel a trickle of melted cum slip down my leg. He stops. I work at normalising my breathing and feel a butt plug pressing against my ass. As I push back against it I realise I’ve lost my hardon. Jim notices the same thing and wraps a soft leather thong round my cock and balls, before twisting the two ends around each other to separate my balls and knotting the thong tightly around my cock. The butt plug finally completes its journey into my ass as Jim finishes the knot. Ken starts using a paddle on my ass while Jim starts on the clothes pegs, building a line from each nipple down to my crotch, then from my nipples towards my pits and down my inner arms. My breathing is getting ragged between the sudden pain of the paddle and the slow constant pain of the pegs. I manage a brief look at the boys, standing there in silence as instructed. Bryn looks halfway horrified, Mabon and Mochyn are fascinated, though the thought occurs for different reasons. A bottle of poppers to my nose and one nostril blocked. I inhale greedily, not knowing how many belts I’ll be allowed. Five, it turns out. Then Ken changes to a doubled over belt. After six or so strokes of that, Jim says “hold still and you can have some more poppers” and holds the bottle in place as before. I know I can’t take much more of Ken’s beating. Six belts of poppers this time. Jim gives them time to hit properly and Ken ends the beating (for now?). I finally howl in pain: while he was putting the pegs in place I hadn’t noticed that they were going over a thin cord and Jim has just taken the lot off in a few seconds, simply by pulling at each end of the two cords at once. The blood rushing into where the skin had been clamped together is fast and intense. Ken turns to the boys and points at Bryn. “You! Three beers now then back to your place.” Ken and Jim get about half way down their bottles before one of them pushes the third into my mouth and forces me to drink. I’m so busy concentrating on not dribbling that I barely register the other unclipping the restraints until my wrists are clipped together behind my back. I hadn’t realised how sore the position was making my shoulders. I’m pushed to my knees as Ken gets his dick out. I lunge forwards to take it in my mouth and find that I don’t get to suck, just swallow his piss. Then Jim’s turn. Shit, but my stomach feels full now. Ken shoves his forearms under my pits to lift me to standing again and unclips the restraints. I’m dragged over to the sling, positioned against it and pushed back into it. Ken clips the wrist restraints to the supporting chain while Jim restrains my ankles. More poppers... I hear a click that doesn’t make sense, while Jim is playing with the butt plug in my ass. I feel myself getting hard again, and suddenly I understand the click – a lighter - as hot wax burns my nipple. With Jim fucking me with the butt plug, Ken carefully moves from side to side dripping the wax onto my chest and belly, varying the drop to change its landing temperature. Ken stands away for a moment so that Jim can give me more poppers. Once he’s screwed the cap on the bottle I hear the tearing of paper. I’m too shit-faced to care. Ken shoves his dick in my mouth: “hurt me, and you’ll get hurt ten times worse.” I’m concentrating on sucking his dick when Jim takes a pinch of flesh at the base of my dick. I fall still because I’ve figured out what’s coming next. Sure enough, Jim gently pushes a needle through the pinched skin. Another sound of paper tearing, another pinch of flesh, and the almost non-pain of a needle going through the flesh of my cock. He carries on till I’ve got a ladder of needles through my dick, stopping just short of the head. Ken begins fucking my mouth in earnest, while Jim plays with the butt plug always returning it to its widest point. My dick feels like it can’t get any harder and the needles begin to hurt. I feel a drop of pre-cum land on my belly, at which point Jim pulls the butt plug and starts teasing my hole with the head of his dick, then gently slides into my ready lubed ass. The butt plus has stretched sufficiently that I can take his dick with little bother. With each thrust in, my dick twitches causing a fresh wave of pain. Ken pulls out of my mouth and gives Jim the poppers. Once he’s finished I get them. Jim holds still as I sniff. As soon as the bottle is away from me he starts pounding my ass and within a minute, with a final deep thrust, he cums in me. As soon as he pulls out Ken is inside me. With his thicker dick he’s a bit more of a challenge, and my cock hurts all the more for the extra thickness as it strains in response to his fucking me. It’s almost a relief when he cums and pulls out. He and Jim take it in turns to pull out a needle from my dick. I barely noticed them going through the skin, but I sure notice them now. “One last little surprise for you...” and they beckon first Bryn, then Mochyn, and finally Mabon to fuck me. While Mabon is fucking me, Mochyn wanks me. After Mabon has added his cum to the mess inside me he keeps his dick in me while Mochyn brings me off, oblivious to the fact that there’s the occasional spot of blood. I lie back exhausted while Ken and Jim release me from the sling. Remembering their orders from when they trained me, I’m immediately on the floor to kiss each of their boots to say “thank you, Sir” and so formally end the scene. I stand up again and hug both men and whisper my thanks again, this time as a friend not a sub. “Just hope it accomplishes what you wanted...” says Jim, and Ken adds “We’ll leave you to sort out this mess.” They leave grinning and in less than a minute I hear the front door close. “Okay, upstairs. This lot can wait till morning...” Epilogue: a month later... Well, it certainly sorted out who wants what. Of the three of them only Mochyn wants to go further. Mabon wants to go a little further, but as a top, and sometimes acts as junior top when Mochyn and I play. The three of us still sleep together most of the time and I’m pretty sure that Mabon and Mochyn have the occasional play, just as Mabon and I do. That night kinda scared Bryn: he saw things he hadn’t thought happened and he doesn’t want to go as far as I did that night, but the interest is there; he’s a frequent visitor. When he stays over he and Mabon have the spare room, something that started that night as there was no way I was going to try and sleep with four in a bed. Though I was kicking myself (or would have been if I weren’t so sore) about it afterwards, I’m glad we forgot about the camera. Keeps it between the six of us...

It actually take about seven days to get a deep enough penetration into rectal tissue - the 21 days is for vaginal tissues. However, the blanket 21 days is quoted to be absolutely certain for both men and women. Just_Mike69 has afforded himself some protection through doing this, but possibly not enough. When it comes to HIV the medics always err on the side of caution. What I find more concerning is borrowing some truvada means that someone else is going short. If it's from someone with HIV, then if they run out of truvada, they're leaving themselves open to developing resistant virus. I would repeat my usual warning to get truvada through the proper protocol, which includes an HIV test, liver and kidney function tests, all three repeated before each new prescription is filled. As I've said before I've been through the worst truvada can do, and you do not want to go there, believe me.

I went for "not really" in the poll, the reason being the drugs. Since I'm in the UK I won't say anything about cost. I seroconverted in 1980 and started AZT monotherapy in 1989. Until I started on a protease inhibitor in (I think) 1998 I tried a number of drugs (who am I kidding - I took everything available) to no avail, with my CD4 count reaching a nadir of 80. Protease inhibitors turned that round and by 2000 I had about 240 CD4s. Unfortunately we knew nothing about dosages and I was taking a massive overdose, in addition other drugs (some still in use) damaged my pancreas enough to give me diabetes. We still don't know enough about the long term effects of the drugs: after a seven year relationship, tenofovir (one ingredient of truvada) nearly killed me - a rare reaction, lest you panic: about 1 in 100,000 people. Net result: poor kidney function, osteopenia, and neuropathy (just a few months ago I lost the ability to tell the temperature of bath water with my toes). However, we've learned more about the drugs, but still know relatively little about their long term use, even though we've gone from day to day survival to decade to decade survival. For those diagnosed today, this is less of a worry as there's a fair range of choice (I know someone diagnosed last year who is on his fourth different combination). It takes longer to run out of options these days. Although I'm on salvage therapy, the best, but not ideal, combination they could cobble together, I'm still in the position of watching for what's on the horizon. Kvetching about drugs aside, it's a hell of a relief not to have to worry about getting HIV. My antivirals can beat the shit out of your viral load I get more stigma from being out of work (I'm on disability benefits) than I do for the actual reason I'm out of work, and that's me being open about HIV to the point that I'll answer any honest question as best I can (including the taxi driver who took me to the annual flu clinic who thought I didn't look old enough to need the flu inoculation). Just wish I was getting laid more often...

I'm sorry Poz1956, but when I heard that there was a possibility of cobicistat being made as a stand-alone pill, I checked it out, and about the only side effect it doesn't share with ritonavir is the coppery aftertaste some people get for the first few weeks.

Would the end in question be your mouth or your ass? ;-)

I echo everything Tiger says, but sovaldi costs about $80k per course and I believe we're doing triage in the UK for who gets it. Previous treatments using interferon are a bitch: I've nursed one friend and supported many more through the effects of interferon. But please, go and get vaccinated for hepatitis A and B, and go back for the repeat vaccinations if the first doesn't take (it's an imperfect world). Although I cleared hepatitis B without drug interference, I still know, 25 years later, when my liver's pissed at me. And if you're poz, be aware that the meds put an extra strain on your liver. Back in the eighties I knew a dyke who had "non-A non-B hepatitis", finally renamed hepatitis C. No treatment around then: she died around the late nineties of liver cancer. Trivia: hepatitis also has passenger viruses... You can't get hepatitis D without having hepatitis A, ditto for hepatitis E and hep B. With that logic you'd expect a hepatitis F to be a passenger virus with Hep C: not so, it's hepatitis G. Hepatitis F has been described and full clinical notes made, but somehow the hospital treating the patients lost the notes, so although hep F exists, we have absolutely no proof of it. When hep G was discovered it was thought best to skip over the embarrassment of losing a viral infection, hence hep G got its name. Do not worry about the passenger viruses: they're taken care of by the medications prescribed for their "parent" virus... The other form of hepatitis (which merely means "swelling/illness of the liver") is drug-induced hepatitis: some ARVs can be so rough on a depleted system that they can cause hepatitis in themselves without a viral helper. Not to be worried about: any competent HIV doctor can spot the signs a mile off.

Rimming is more than making out and is too easily dismissed as "foreplay". Gimme the right man and I can spend hours at it, even better if it's 69. If anything one of us cumming through rimming/being rimmed is like punctuation: rest a while and get back to it...

Syphilis can have a synergistic effect with HIV - ie each encourages the other to be more destructive. There are strains of gonorrhoea that are resistant to all antibiotics bar one. HPV is certainly a causative factor in anal cancer, which is more common in men with HIV than HIV- men. You don't even have to have sex to get herpes: I had cold sores when I was a kid and the virus migrated to the other end of my digestive tract in the early days. It lasted six months defying 2 grams of acyclovir per day. The only time my ass was comfortable was when riding my bike because that spread my legs sufficiently for the lesions not to rub against each other. There are also a host of intestinal parasites which can cause the proverbial V&D (vomiting and diarrhoea) as well as sapping all your energy because you either can't keep food down or it goes straight through, and of course men with HIV are more likely to get them if they're playing in the "right" conditions (ie going from ass to ass without washing between). Giardasis, shigella etc are now considered STIs in the UK. Even genital thrush, which men with diabetes are very prone to, is sexually transmissible. Read a site that's good on STIs and it's easy to leave it thinking "from now on it's my right hand and porn". Get checked regularly (at least every three months, more frequently if you have the sort of sex life some guys here profess to have), and always finish the entire course of meds if you have anything. Too many guys think that they'll save money by stopping the treatment as soon as the symptoms have gone so they can take the rest "next time". False economy: whatever it is, the general rule is that it's down but not out when symptoms stop. A few weeks later guess what makes a come-back?

The protocol for prescribing PrEP in the USA seems to me to have all bases covered - I'm one of the rare people who fell foul of tenofovir's rarest and most dangerous side effect, at least partly by negligence on the part of my consultant. Alcohol can kill you pretty quickly, and different people have different lethal doses. Do we label that a poison? Morphine, even when used therapeutically, can kill you. Do we stop the use of morphine, an extremely useful painkiller? The most popular over-the-counter painkiller in the UK is paracetamol/acetaminophen which has an extremely low fatal dose. All we've done in the UK is make it illegal to sell more than two packs to someone, which is still enough to kill you. The checks and balances on PrEP, the quarterly HIV test, the liver tests and the kidney tests, which have to be followed to get a legal prescription, are sufficient to ensure that if any trouble starts, cessation of truvada is all that's necessary to correct the problem. Meanwhile truvada just goes on saving people from catching HIV - yeah, sounds like a poison to me...

It's a bell curve: after 6 weeks about half of those who are going to seroconvert have done so as that's the half-way point. If you have got HIV (which is possible but unlikely in my book) a test looking for antigen (ie actual viral material) would find it. I really must read up on current testing: it's so long since I've even been on hand-holding duty at a clinic, that I've forgotten...

I'll repeat my post from the previous thread on this topic (and expand on it slightly): I have a lot of experience in training dogs (primarily rottweilers), in working with those dogs to help people overcome their fear of dogs, and in working with dogs who've been abused. Training a dog to fuck humans is one of the worst things you can do for a dog's psyche. Fucking, for a dog, is not only a biological imperative to breed, it's also about dominance. A dog who thinks he's above a human in the pack order is going to be trouble to any human he encounters. Fantasise about it as much as you like, but be aware that each time a dog fucks a human that dog gets more confused as to his position in the pack. For the record bitches use the exact same fucking motion to establish dominance over other members of the pack even though they don't have the dick to follow through, as it were. My last dog, B'Elana (don't name a rottweiler bitch after a Klingon - it's asking for trouble!) was definitely a top in this respect. Encouraging a dog to fuck humans is sending mixed messages which can only serve to confuse the dog, and, to my mind, constitutes animal abuse. A dog needs to know his place in the pack, and switching between the dog being allowed to dominate a human to expecting the dog to know his place in human society only serves to confuse the dog. I've seen too many dogs dying at the vet's needle because they were confused by their role in society: every time I read of a dog attacking a human, my first thought is what was the human doing to/with the dog, the second being to wonder about the dog's history with humans. Thousands of years ago homo sapiens teamed up with canis lupus, bred the more wolfish instincts out of it and created canis lupus familiaris. Probably the first genetic experiments we made. A saying in the dog world is that dogs are three or four year old children who have a different language. Anyone who's lived with a well-trained dog will know of their reasoning ability, their ability to point the paw at another to deny having surfed the trash bin, their recognition of human language (B'Elana was actually bilingual: understanding both English and Welsh, and with a distinct preference for Welsh). Like children, dogs need a structure to live within, and sex with a dog contributes to destroying that structure. I had to have one of my dogs put to sleep, not because anyone was having sex with him, but because his trust in humanity was shattered by his previous owner: he became a fear biter. The same could easily happen with a dog who's allowed to believe that it's okay to have sex with a human. Of course the dog enjoys it: he's getting a fuck. But think about what you're doing to the dog's perceptions of humanity. You're going to end up with one confused dog. Dogs need the security of knowing where they stand in the pack order. I'm not objecting to the fantasy, just saying that it's abusing the dog to follow through with it.

Pozdaddy 31 I’m still catching my breath as I lean over to Bryn and kiss him. Judging by his reaction he’s lost in the sea of sensation good poppers give, groaning and whimpering at the same time as his ass tries to clench hold of my dick. He’s too loose now to hold on to anything that isn’t fatter than my dick and pointing in the right direction. I pull out and walk round to the head end of the sling where Bryn cleans my dick enthusiastically. Mochyn won the race to rim him ready for Mabon, though it’s only a token rimming. I take off Bryn’s blindfold and see that he’s not quite connected with planet earth. Well, been there many times myself. Mochyn comes over with some of my cum in his mouth to share with Bryn, so I withdraw and let them get on with it. Meanwhile Mabon is sliding his dick over my cum and realising there was a reason why I wouldn’t let him cum this morning. Bryn’s trying to keep a rhythm up with Mabon and at the same time a separate rhythm for sucking Mochyn. I decide to ramp things up a little and put a couple of clothes pegs each on Bryn’s tits – he breaks off sucking for more poppers. Just as well because the next few go down his dick. The pegs have obviously done something to his ass muscles as well, or maybe it’s just the extra poppers he took to cope with the little bit of pain. Mabon is using the chains above Bryn’s feet for balance as he unloads into Bryn’s ass. Mochyn doesn’t even give Mabon a chance at sucking out some cum. He’s obviously been desperate to cum for some time because it only takes a few thrusts to add his load to the rest, by which time the combination of poppers and cum have got me hard again. Mochyn only gets a small amount of cum to share with Mabon and Bryn. When he comes to me I tell him to get on his knees behind me and do the best he can to rim me as I fuck Bryn again. Mochyn’s beard scratches at my ass and his tongue occasionally gets there, but it’s the knowledge that I’m fucking Bryn through all that cum, which is beginning to dribble out of his ass (Mochyn has already moved forward so that his chest is catching the dribbles, while Bryn is simultaneously cleaning off Mabon’s cock), that’s got to me. Before I know it I’m cumming again, as much as the previous three times today. I take Bryn’s dick in hand, and with a few strokes I have a handful of cum. I lick some off myself and smear the rest over his face. I pull out and Mochyn is there, cleaning me up and then starting to felch Bryn’s hole. “No, he’s holding on to this lot.” Mochyn looks somewhat disappointed, while Mabon is licking my cum off Bryn’s face. “Relax” I say, handing him his beer, “There’ll be other times... if he sticks it out.” A slightly disoriented, muffled voice comes from the head end of the sling “Please, Sir, I really want to...” “Mabon, I think it’s about time you let my boy out of the sling. Sounds like he could use a drink.” I note that Mabon bristled slightly at my mention of “my boy”. Seems like he’s getting ideas above his station. “Mochyn, plug his ass, then upstairs; Bryn, on your knees in front of me, Mochyn, sort out a supper in the living room; oh, and four beers.” Bryn starts cleaning my dick but I catch him unawares as I start to piss. He soon catches on and opens his mouth, edging closer, the more easily to take the stream. I wipe my dick off against his beard and say the one word “upstairs”. “Have you got a problem, Mabon?” “No, Dad.” “Didn’t look that way to me just a moment ago: you should have seen your face when I referred to Bryn as ‘my boy’.” “Okay, Dad... I’ll be honest.” “I expect nothing less.” “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing. First you want me to be training him, then you take over the whole thing like I’m the same as the other two.” “Which in many ways you are. When we’re all together, I expect you to make sure that Bryn knows what’s expected of him, when you have him to yourself I expect you to be teaching him, training him to be a boy I’d be proud of. It’s not that different to when I loaned you out to Ken or to Jim. You learned stuff from them that I never taught you. I’ve known for a while that you need to be on top sometimes. This gives you an opportunity to learn how to do that. With experienced supervision. And you have my permission to ask either of them what a little cunt I was, not unlike the git you’re trying to be. Make sense?” I always know when I’ve got through to Mabon: he has a way dropping his shoulders in a sort of resignation “Yeah, I get it Dad.” “Good. Now upstairs for beer and leftovers.” Upstairs, the leftovers are set out, with a few naan bread – dhal on naan is a vice of mine. I pick up a bottle of beer and hold it out, which seems to go unnoticed. “One of you going to open this with his teeth then?” There’s a scramble for the bottle opener after which I take a longer swig than usual. The other bottles are opened and we manage a fairly comfortable meal with a random porn DVD playing – actually one of my collections of favourite scenes. I notice that Bryn is sitting so that his heel is pushing the plug into his ass, and he’s gently rocking back and forwards, barely conscious that he’s doing it. “Sir? May I go for a piss please?” “You may not.” “Sir, I don’t think I can hold it much longer...” “Which of you two is going to help him out?” To my surprise it’s Mabon who indicates that Bryn should stand and, with one hand preventing the butt plug’s escape, takes Bryn’s dick in his mouth. Bryn strains to start pissing – it’s obvious he’s never pissed in someone’s mouth before and he’s half hard before the flow starts. Mabon has difficulty keeping up with the flow and dribbles some down himself. As soon as Bryn stops, he stands up and makes Bryn lick up his own piss. I smile to myself as Mabon forces Bryn’s mouth open and spits the last mouthful into Bryn’s mouth. “Thank you, Sirs” says Bryn. Tactful, I think to myself. He sits back down, again sitting with the plug resting on his heel and a slow gentle rocking motion that’s keeping his dick half hard. He’s a bit ill at ease, not being used to our porn and left-over suppers. When the food is gone Mochyn wordlessly takes the empties out to the kitchen, returning with another four opened bottles and moving the table out of the way. We idly comment about the action on screen as we drink, occasionally asking Bryn what he thinks of a particular scene. He doesn’t realise I’m using this to establish more clearly what gets him. I allow the boys a bit more latitude upstairs, except when we’ve got company. I’m not surprised, then, when Mochyn stands up and indicates Bryn should open up and starts pissing in his mouth while simultaneously drinking more beer. As he withdraws his cock from Bryn’s mouth, he comments “I’ll have that back later...” Beer’s pretty good as a diuretic: already Mabon’s taken over from Mochyn. As we watch the porn I’m aware of getting near to the point of needing a piss, so I slow down on the beer. After this break I want all three of them downstairs, with their bladders near bursting. With a double load it won’t be long before Bryn’s begging to piss again. I decide that’ll be the cue. He’s still rocking back and forwards with the base of the plug on his heel, fascinated by the porn on TV, currently one of my favourite piss scenes. The other two have possibly seen it too many times as they’re beginning to act up, Mabon holding Mochyn’s collar so he can barely lick the tip of Mabon’s dick. And here it comes... “Please Sir, I really need to piss again.” “You’ll have to wait. Go downstairs and get into the sling. You two: go restrain him, but leave a hand free for poppers. Bryn, once you’re fastened in, you can use the poppers as much as you want.” I give them five minutes, finishing off my drink while I wait. When I enter the cellar, everything’s as I said it should be with Mabon and Mochyn standing side by side, hands behind their backs. I take hold of each of their cocks, and feel them harden from the halfway hardon they each had when I walked in. Bryn watches intently, aware that one day he could be in one of their places. They both inhale almost in unison as I pull slightly on their dicks. “I’ll get to you two later. For now you can sixty-nine each other, but the gods help the one that cums.” They enthusiastically lie down on the floor, get into position, and take each others’ dick in his mouth. Before long I hear the sound of urgent swallowing and I turn my attention to Bryn, fucking him with the butt plug. “Still nice and wet in there, are you boy?” “Yes Sir, feels good Sir, but please I need to piss.” “What did I tell you to do?” “To wait, Sir” I begin to pull the butt plug further out, and he takes another hit of poppers. I continue fucking him, each time getting nearer and nearer to the widest point. He groans each time his ass is really stretched, and is well on his way to be pretty much flying on the poppers. Then his sphincter reaches the point where it can’t grip the butt plug and it comes out in my hand, still coated with cum. I glance behind me to check on the other two: they’re oblivious to the world, with one occasionally tapping the other on the cheek as an indication that it’s getting too intense and he should slow down. I turn my attention back to Bryn’s hole, fingering it and getting three fingers in with room to spare. Very sloppy in there... I tease his hole with the tip of my dick; he’s stretched enough that it takes very little pressure to push one part of his hole over so that I’m slowly entering him with a circling motion going. When my dick is about half way in I change to simply slowly pushing. Another hit of poppers and he starts to say something but shuts up. Presumably another plea to piss... As I get deeper in, he starts making little whimpering noises as his cock strains. I’m about as deep as I can get when I let go and piss in his ass. I watch his face as he realises I’m filling his ass: this is something he wasn’t expecting. Still pissing, I start to fuck him and am rewarded by the first of a series of arcs of piss escaping from his cock and covering him in his own piss. I finish pissing in him and pull out. “Either of you boys want to fuck a pissy ass?” Mabon is on his feet immediately, and in position at Bryn’s hole. “Just don’t cum yet.” I sit on the bench and beckon Mochyn over. He kneels between my legs and takes my dick in his mouth. I let the last of my piss out, which he swallows eagerly. When he’s sure I’ve finished he takes my dick out of his mouth long enough to ask if he can have a piss. “Over Bryn,” I say. While Mochyn is pissing I tell Mabon he can cum when he’s ready. I’m amused to see that Bryn is still spurting piss as Mabon starts fucking him harder. Bryn leans over as far as he can to get Mochyn’s piss in his mouth. “Go ahead: cum when you’re ready. Goes for you, too, Mabon.” Mabon cums first, and I shove him out of the way – he stands trying to get his breath back while I get my dick back in Bryn’s ass. There’s a mixture of piss and cum dribbling out over my balls, one of the things that really gets me. I take it slowly and watch Mochyn cum in Bryn’s mouth then direct him to suck Bryn. I have to hold on to Bryn’s thighs to save Bryn’s dick or Mochyn’s teeth as Bryn cums. “That was without permission... Mochyn, spit his cum in his face. I guess we know now who’s clearing up tonight.” I’m fucking Bryn slowly, withdrawing all the way before diving in again. Even with what he’s taken already he can still squeeze with his ass. My strokes get shorter and go deeper as he does the best he can to clench his ass around my dick. I feel as though all the blood in my body has gone to my crotch, the rising pressure and finally release as I squirt my cum deep in his ass. I hold my dick in his ass until my hardon subsides then withdraw slowly. “You two, let him loose. Bryn, I wasn’t joking about clean-up. Mabon, does he know where everything is? Stay and supervise. Mochyn, upstairs: you’ve got the shower after me. Oh, and Mabon, if you think any more punishment is warranted, go ahead.” Mochyn and I strip and head upstairs.

I like the picture that's doing the rounds on Facebook at present: "Slut (noun): A person of any gender who has the courage to lead life according to the radical proposition that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you". Okay it's a little tame compared to our idea of a slut, but it's really quite surprising how many people are liking the picture, commenting on it and coming out as sluts...

Refreshing to read posts from guys who aren't experiencing side effects. The general rule with truvada is that side effects (if you're going to get them) will show up in the first couple of weeks, and the worst most people have to put up with is excessive wind (perhaps Weinstein meant to say that truvada was a farty drug?). It is important to keep up with the quarterly blood tests: any change in liver or kidney function should be investigated , and should you become the first person ever to get HIV while taking PrEP, you'd be taking a sub-standard drug regime which could lead to your virus becoming resistant to HIV. Weinstein did a hell of a lot of damage, so much so that we feel it in the UK. Unfortunately the PROUD study didn't get the grant which would have allowed them to recruit another 2,500 men into the trial, but at least the success, so far, of the study has led to those in the "deferred" group being offered truvada earlier than planned. Were I HIV-, I'd have been on the train to the nearest trial site when it started. I'm convinced that the combination of PrEP with TasP (treatment as protection) is the way forwards...

Checking through Avanafil's site the caution is against protease inhibitors, which are always (in the UK at least) prescribed with ritonavir. Ritonavir is also a protease inhibitor and used to be used by itself in much larger doses than now (I used to take 800mg a day, as opposed to the 100mg per day commonly used today). When it was prescribed at the larger dose we saw a number of deaths as a result of using E's. It was discovered that ritonavir pre-empts the enzyme in the liver that processes a number of drugs, including ED drugs of the same family as avanafil. Its use now is to act as a booster so that lower doses of other protease inhibitors can be used as the ritonavir delays their being processed through the liver. Neither tenofovir nor embitricitabine (the components of truvada) are on the caution list on the website. I suspect they've just been lazy in the preparation of the patient information leaflet... so there's no problem with truvada and avanafil causing problems. I have a problem with ED because of my diabetes, and gratefully take up the offer of four cialis a month (the Welsh health service is very pro-active in this area). With viagra, though, they only prescribe the 25mg version for people on ritonavir (as I am). When 25mg wasn't enough I started taking one and a half tablets (37.5mg). The last time I tried that I got the full blow of the side-effects, except for blue vision, which is why I'm giving cialis a go. Not that I've had a chance yet (that's a hint guys!) Thanks for the prompting to do some research: there are more options out there than I was aware of.

Evilqueerpig, I like your "I have HIV, but it doesn't have me." My way of belittling HIV is to refer to it as "my little passenger". A guy I know refers to his HIV as "Doris"...

The French expression "jolie-laide" (in the feminine because it's usually said of women) comes to mind: "attractively ugly"...

The feeling of what I can't hold leaking out down my legs and balls...

Pozdaddy 30 I wake up to find myself still on my belly, but my legs spread and a tongue making a meal of my asshole. “Whoever that is, don’t you even think about it!” I roll over, nearly decapitating Mabon in the process. Wordlessly he takes my hard dick in his mouth, getting it wet enough to make his next move obvious. He crawls up my body and sits up with his hole above my dick; a little guidance from his hand and he’s sliding down, taking me as deep as he can. I start to thrust, seeking to get even further in. “Please, Dad, no...” he whispers – I let him take over. He holds his hands behind his back, which I take as a symbol of his still being his Dad’s boy. I put my hands behind my head and enjoy the show he’s putting on for me. My eyes wander from the muscles he’s worked so hard on to his cock dribbling with pre-cum. He lifts up as high as he can without losing me, and then comes crashing down on me, alternating that with spells of milking my dick. It’s getting more difficult simply to lie there. I feel my dick getting ready to cum and my breathing changes. He forces himself down to get my dick as far in his guts as he can. As I start to cum it’s impossible to simply lie there, but he quickly gets his hands on my shoulders while teasing every last spurt of cum from me. Eventually I lie still again and he sits up again, still milking me even though there’s nothing left but piss. “Thank you for trusting me, Dad. I’ll make him the best boy I can for you.” Suddenly his eyes look as though he’s had an electric shock, but it’s just me pissing in his ass. When I’ve finished, I pull him down to kiss him: “Well, that was an interesting way to wake up. I’m not stupid, you know, training Bryn is going to need self-discipline on your part if you’re going to do a good job. Speaking of which, where are they?” “Downstairs sorting breakfast. I took the liberty of telling Mochyn to stay in the kitchen as well as Bryn. I hope I didn’t overstep the mark there, Dad.” “Nothing else you could have done... Just as long as you don’t start thinking Mochyn belongs to you the way Bryn does for now. Now get up and get rid of that piss. I’ll be downstairs after I’ve had a shower...” As I enter the kitchen Mochyn is filling the teapot – must have been listening out for me – and Bryn is standing to one side, feet apart, hands behind his back, eyes on the floor. Abruptly, he drops to his knees to kiss my feet and does the same with Mabon who arrives a few seconds later. Mochyn catches on and kisses my feet, but, quite correctly leaves Mabon’s alone: Mabon isn’t training him. “Okay boys, formalities over. Bryn: put some toast on, bread knife is in the drawer. Tea should be proper strength by the time toast is ready. No point in wasting time: there’s a lot to be done today. Bryn, last night put you off? Do we expect your presence over the rest of the weekend?” “Sir, not put off at all. Last night was fucking amazing.” Mabon cuffs him saying “you don’t swear in front of Dad.” So that lesson did sink in with the stubborn git... “Sorry Sir. But I have to get home at some point today because I only took one pill out with me last night. I always take my pill in the morning.” “Okay, can’t have you missing doses. Mabon, you can drive him home to pick up whatever he needs. And that includes work clothes. Not intending to keep you prisoner, Bryn, just giving you the option of staying till Monday morning. You understand that at any time you can walk out if things are too much or not what you hoped for. Mochyn, I need you making DVDs pretty much all day. Mabon and Bryn, you might as well do the supermarket on the way back from Bryn’s place. Check with Mochyn, since he seems to have taken over the kitchen, what’s needed. Bryn: toast’s ready. And will one of you pour me some tea?” Somehow it was all a lot more organised and easier picking up eager potential slaves for just the one night... Once breakfast is over, Mochyn starts clearing up while the other two go and get dressed. I interrupt Mochyn’s shopping list to ask why Mabon’s boy is incorrectly dressed. “Dad?” “Collar!” By the time they leave Bryn is correctly dressed. Since he’s acting as junior top I don’t insist on Mabon wearing a collar – it would undermine his authority. I reckon we’ve got a good couple of hours before they get back. Mochyn’s finishing up the washing up when I ask “Are you bothered by Bryn being here? Maybe joining us?” “No, Boss. Not at all.” A slight smile. “He’s good eye candy and a pretty good fuck.” Hand to his mouth – “Am I allowed to say that if it’s not cursing?” “I’ll take it out of your ass – get upstairs...” He races ahead of me to the bedroom, where I find him standing at the foot of the bed. One gentle shove in the middle of his back and his elbows are on the bed with his head resting on his forearms and I could swear he’s spread his legs a bit more. I slip my hand between his legs and pull gently on his balls; his hard dick tells me all I need to know. I squat down and pull his ass-cheeks apart. Before I know what I’m doing my tongue is circling his hole, occasionally pushing in just enough to tease. It’s not long before I’m concentrating on getting my tongue into his ass. By this time he’s moaning almost incoherently, the only words I can make out are “Boss” and “please” as he’s pushing his butt into my face – one hell of case of beard rash in the making. There are times when I think that rimming is the ultimate in sex, and this is one those times when I’m more concerned about simply enjoying the moment rather than getting his ass wet enough for my dick. He manages a coherent sentence: “Boss, please may I have your dick?” No question in my mind: there’s a pool of precum on the carpet. I catch what’s not reached the floor and smear it over my cock, stand up and give him what he’s been begging for. One thrust and I’m balls deep. I pull him into a more upright position and whisper into his ear that he can wank himself, but he’s not to cum before me. I make it more difficult for him by playing with his tits: the hard, aggressive squeezes that really set him off. I have little choice in the matter: he’s gripping my dick so tightly and I need to cum so badly, despite fucking Mabon just an hour or so before. I start to cum as a pure animal response, wishing I could get my dick even further into his ass. A second or two after I lose control, he’s cumming. My thrusts into his ass have less force now, but they’re enough to keep him going through the wordless shout of his orgasm. He stands upright, leaning back against me as my erection subsides and I feel my cum dribbling out of his ass. He reaches behind me gripping my ass as though he‘s trying to keep my dick in him, while I bearhug him and nuzzle at his neck. My hard on gone, I squat down and felch some cum from his ass before turning him round and kissing him. After a while, I break off: “c’mon, we’ve got work to be getting on with. Wipe up, don’t bother showering. You’re not going out today, so indoor clothes. In the office in five minutes...” We’re making good progress with the sauna’s (hopefully first) fifty copies when Mabon and Bryn get back. Once they’ve apparently put the shopping away I yell for a couple of drinks which Mabon brings through. “Usual household chores today, and later I want you to take this lot over to the sauna. Mochyn, you’re cooking when Mabon gets back. Mabon, get the housework out of the way early enough and you’ll have time to take Bryn downstairs for a while. But I don’t want either of you cumming.” I don’t tell you what a boring job it is duplicating DVDs, but between the desktop machines and the laptops, we manage to get seventy done before the boredom gets too much. I check my email and find out that all the extras are accounted for. “We just keep going again tomorrow – priority job over the toys. You get yourself into the kitchen and work out what we’re eating this evening.” While Mochyn heads for the kitchen I go down to the cellar: it’s been too quiet for too long down there. What I find is Bryn, wearing only collar, boots and leather jock, painstakingly rubbing oil into the large pieces of leather that got missed at the last clean-up since the concentration was on restraints, harnesses and so on. Mabon is leaning back in my chair (my chair!), helping Bryn along with the occasional whack across his ass with a belt. Bryn leans forward to get to my crotch – when I put the shorts on this morning I forgot about a jock. It’s then that I see Mabon has him on a leash and is holding him back. “Let him have a taste.” Mabon relaxes his grip and Bryn gets my dick in his mouth as soon as he realises he can. I realise I haven’t washed since I was fucking Mochyn and wonder idly how he’s enjoying the taste. There’s not that much room in the shorts and soon my hardening dick is back to hiding behind the denim of my shorts. “That’s your lot for now... Good thinking there, Mabon. He’ll do as he is for tea, but sort out boots and chaps for the three of us for later. And check the beer doesn’t need topping up.” “What time do you want us upstairs, Dad?” “You’ll know: Mochyn’s only just got started...” I leave them to get on with it: it’s not like Mabon to take the initiative on what he sees as a chore. This could be a good experience for him. Back upstairs I find Mochyn chopping vegetables: “Nothing too heavy, but make sure there’s enough leftovers for a reasonable supper.” “Okay Boss, 99% sure I’m following your thinking...” “Only 99%?” “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, Boss, it’s not to second guess you...” he says with the hint of a smirk... “I’m going for a lie down and a read: Call Mabon and Bryn ten minutes before it’s ready and me five minutes.” If there’s one thing that’s difficult to co-ordinate with having a houseful it’s having the odd hour with my nose in a book. An hour or so later, it’s obvious that Mabon and Bryn are upstairs from the noise of them fooling around in the kitchen. I take the belt out of my shorts, double it over and stand in the kitchen door lightly tapping one palm with it. “I take it you’ve seen where everything belongs downstairs, Bryn. Go hang this up now.” He leaves. “I trust I won’t be disturbed like that again,” looking at each of them in turn. “Might as well pour the wine now Mabon.” “Boss, I could serve up now, if you want. Like you said, light and snack type stuff.” He’s done a pretty good job with dhal and a brown rice salad, together with various side dishes. The meal starts in near silence until I say “So you got a little noisy and dragged me out of my book. Are you going to sulk for the entire evening? If so, I’m off to bed.” Conversation resumes, somewhat reserved at first, but soon picks up. General inconsequential stuff, except for the delicately phrased question if we’re going to do another poz movie. “Depends on how this one goes down, so to speak. It’s the first time we’ve been explicit about poz guys, just have to see how it goes...” A little later everyone seems to have eaten all they’re going to eat. To throw them off balance I tell both Mabon and Mochyn to go douche, keeping Bryn in the kitchen with me. “So, you okay?” “Yes, Sir. Kinda focussed on what you’ve got planned for tonight, Sir.” “You’ll find out soon enough. I don’t know what you ate yesterday, so I want you cleaned out. If you don’t know how to, Bryn will show you. Take your time over it – you’ll probably need more of a clean than those two because I’m betting you don’t eat as carefully as we do. Ask Mabon and Mochyn to join me downstairs and make sure you get all the water out. It doesn’t matter if you take a little longer than them.” Mabon and Mochyn arrive in a few minutes (the virtues of a wholemeal diet: very little douching needed), and we get changed ready for sex. We’re lounging about, getting through the beer when Bryn eventually appears. “I take it your lateness means that you’re suitably cleaned out” “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry I took so long: I think maybe I was over-optimistic about how much water I could take.” “You’ll learn. Those DMs and the cotton jock. Now.” I take advantage of his relative unfamiliarity with the cellar (both Bryn and Mochyn know precisely where they are, presumably by counting footsteps) by blindfolding him. He cries out in alarm as he’s pushed back into the sling, and then relaxes as he feels the restraints going round his ankles and then being fixed to the supporting chains. Remembering he’s right handed I strap his left hand in similar fashion and put an open bottle of poppers (real amyl, not the disgusting isobutyl most places sell) in his right hand carefully closing his thumb over the open top, and with my dick brushing his lips ask if he knows what he’s holding. I pull away long enough for him to say “Yes Sir, thank you Sir”. “Five deep breaths, then hold the bottle closed like I showed you. You can have some at any time, but we need warning as you mightn’t be very steady at the time.” On the third breath I give Mabon the nod, and he starts fingering Bryn’s hole. After the fifth, I let my dick rest on Bryn’s lips, which causes him to start sucking me almost violently, such is his need for cock. I move round to his ass, crouch down and start rimming him, while Mabon and Mochyn give him a choice of which dick to suck next. They stand away as I order another five breaths, and are back the instant Bryn’s hand is away from his nose. It’s at that point I push my cock into his asshole. It relaxes instantly – absolutely no resistance. A muffled request to be allowed more poppers and I can feel his hole getting sloppier by the minute. Both Mabon and Mochyn are hard and dripping precum over his face as he goes from one pair of balls to the other occasionally muttering, as though it were a mantra “please fuck me”. I can feel it building in me and decide not to hold back. This time he doesn’t even ask permission for more poppers: just licks and sucks where he can. He’s obviously well out of it, flying, as I speed up my thrust in his asshole and leave my third of the day up there...

Washing machine manufacturers regularly encourage "overdosing", according the very fuckable mechanic who kept my machine going for the last couple of years before it was irrepairable. You actually need about a a quarter of the dose they suggest. For the rest of Toxxic's complaint, I never meet in "out of the machine" clothes: always at least a day's sweat in what I'm wearing...

I admire the guy immensely for sticking to what he wanted to do, being comfortable with it and his honesty in talking about it. And yeah, I thought he was cute...

Neg + PrEP, assuming they're telling the truth and are taking their pills properly, means they're neg. Part of the process of getting and staying on PrEP means having a load of bloods done every quarter simply to get the truvada, and one of the blood tests is an HIV antibody test. Not one person has been known to seroconvert while taking PrEP properly.

You can check up drug interactions at http://www.hiv-druginteractionslite.org/

A bit of explanation: It’s been a while since I uploaded any more of Pozdaddy, but I haven’t been idle: I’ve started the first edit towards (hopefully) publication. Part 29 shows the major change in that I dropped the name Pozboy, leaving Mabon more accepting of his real name. Other changes are so far minor and make little difference to the alpha version you’re reading now. I don’t anticipate any further major changes like this, it’s just that having started editing before completing it’s easier for me to keep to the new nomenclature. Pozdaddy 29 “Okay, boys, finish these beers quickly and go for a wander. Think of it as an informal promo for the video. Let the guys think you’re anybody’s for a drink, but you’re sticking with me from now on” I look down at Bryn, “we’ve just finished a porn movie, the one that’s playing through there: I want to get the first batch out as large as possible, before copies start circulating.” “They don’t allow cameras in here, but the mind is a camera too: make sure they remember you.” “Okay Bryn, a brief rundown on what you’re letting yourself in for. If it’s a one nighter, I’m fine with that. You leave in the morning with the ability to say I got fucked over (in a good way) by the guys in that movie. The safer sex rule kinda lapses if you’re on PrEP – Got tablets with you?” He nods. “You come back for more: that’s the beginning of a relationship. I know that Mabon and Mochyn take every opportunity to play, but I’m secure enough not to worry about it. If nothing else, I’m too damn old to keep up with them...” I smiled. “What we have between the three of us is complete honesty. They know, and have served, the guys who trained me, who are amongst my best friends. It all depends on trust. And yes, trust has to be earned, both ways round. There are things I want to do with you that right now aren’t such a good idea because the trust isn’t there. It’s something that you grow into.” I lean back on the couch, and indicate that Bryn can relax. “So, what are you looking for?” Bryn takes a deep breath and shakes his head slightly: “What I saw on screen excited me: made me realise I need more than a dick up my ass and a cup of tea in the morning with an exchange of phone numbers you never call. I didn’t know before tonight that you three were a triad, but watching you together, and in retrospect the bits of the film I did see, make me realise that you’ve got that ‘something more’. And it’s that ‘something more’ I want to explore. I need to learn about myself, and it seems that giving my self to someone else is a good starting point.” “It’s not easy: nothing worthwhile ever is. It wouldn’t be the first time either Mabon or Mochyn have felt the belt across their backs because they’ve fucked up, or just because I’d decided that I wanted to. I get off on making men hurt.” I reach forward, pinch both his nipples and start increasing the pressure. I pull him towards me so that his mouth is in reach of my growing hardon. He licks at it cautiously, which only makes me increase the pressure. By the time he’s got my dick in his mouth my fingers are hurting. I release the pressure and lift his face up away from my dick. “Yes, I think there’s potential there. Right now, you’re a one nighter: think of it as an audition. If I, or either of the boys, think you won’t fit, it’s possible we might know someone who’d be a better trainer for you. It’s not a rejection, just us not starting something that wouldn’t work in the end, when we’ve a good idea of who’d have better use for you. Questions?” “If I’m acceptable, Sir, would I be allowed to continue in my job?” “Yes, but you won’t become a permanent guest: when you’re with us, you’ll contribute to household expenses as appropriate. I’m comfortable, not made of money: the boys both work in the business with me. If you were unemployed, I might go as far as employing you as a housekeeper until you can find a better job. You’ll continue to live where you are at present, but be prepared to spend a lot of time in my house.” “I take it that I’ll be at the bottom of the pecking order...” “Correct – unless one of the others fucks up: I have reversed their positions before now, so you might get a temporary promotion that way.” “No more questions, Sir. Please give me a chance...” I look into his eyes and see that distinct pleading look, at which point I know he’s ready to start. “Two things: if Mochyn gives you an order then Mabon does, Mabon’s order comes first. Similarly my orders come before those of either of the other two. Secondly, stop words. “Green” for go, you’ll only use if asked, same with “amber” for that’s about all I can take – you’ll be asked about that later. “Red” is a total refusal and ends whatever’s happening. You’ll be escorted to another room where you’ll explain the problem fully and honestly. The words “please”, “yes” and “no” are just sex-words and mean little more than grunts.” I pick up my beer and pour some over my boots: “clean them.” Down to the floor in the classic pose of submission immediately. I point out a bit he’s missed, which he cleans up, and then tries to go for the sole. “No way – fuck knows how often the floors get cleaned here.” He looks up... “I need to talk to the owner for a couple of minutes. Go and request my boys to lay off what they’re doing and to come and dressed. We’re going home.” “I’m not one of your boys, Sir?” “Not yet. You might be. But not yet. Go.” I quickly retrieve my clothes, dress, and make my way to the front desk. While ordering our taxi, we establish that they can probably shift fifty DVDs to start with. We’re making small-talk when the boys finally show up ready for the off and our car turns up. “One of the boys will drop them off as soon as they’re ready. G’night.” The journey home is silent: I want Bryn just a bit worried about what he’s got himself into. Back home, the sauna’s apology for the last time is still holding good: no charge for the car. I let myself into the house and sense that Mabon and Mochyn have an idea how I’m planning things. Bryn is confused. When all three are indoors I lock the front door. “Dress as you were in the sauna. Bryn: naked. All three of you in the cellar in five minutes.” Just time to change into chaps, boots and harness, then the boys follow me down and stand in a row in front of me, legs a foot apart, hands behind backs. I indicate the ceiling rings: “String him up, and use the leg spreaders: best have a look at what I’ve brought home.” The boys move quickly and efficiently getting Bryn into position. I take a dollop of lube and shove two fingers into Bryn’s ass. Obviously the first thing in there today. I work my fingers around and feel him loosen and relax onto my fingers. “Mabon: Mochyn in the same position facing the wall.” While Mochyn’s being restrained I add the final touch to Bryn: a spare collar. Fingers back up his ass, three this time and he works to accommodate them as his dick hardens. I shove just a bit harder and he gasps; I nod at Mabon who takes a belt across Mochyn’s back. No sound from Mochyn. I start working the fourth finger and again a gasp - another stroke of the belt for Mochyn. I pull away completely and he’s silent. When I start pushing my dick in I can feel him struggling for silence. A fast learner. Further in and he loses his fight for silence. This time the belt across Mochyn’s back is hard enough for him to cry out. I pull Bryn against me and whisper in his ear “that’s one” before continuing to fuck him. I catch some of the precum from his dick and feed it to him before starting on his tits, all the while pounding his ass. “Don’t you dare cum...” Each time he makes a noise Mochyn gets it again, and if Mochyn makes a noise, I keep count. By the time I’m ready to cum, I’ve got my hands on Bryn’s shoulder, pulling him onto me (the boys had the sense to allow a reasonable amount of slack). I feel my balls tighten, my dick becoming the centre of everything as I spray his guts. I stand there, revelling in the hot, wet stickiness of his ass as my hardon subsides and I eventually pull out. Bryn is still high on the fucking, his dick dripping. “Mabon – get Mochyn free to move again. And Bryn... getting noisy aren’t we? Some sort of ulterior motive? I made it seven...” Within a moment or two, both are standing with me. Running my hand over Mochyn’s back I remark “Yes, I think you were well named... Mochyn: give him what he earned from your squealing and then the pair of you get him into the sling.” Mochyn’s taste for the theatrical shows through as he snaps the doubled-over belt a few times before laying down a series of seven belt marks on Bryn’s back, one for each of the strokes he took because of Bryn’s noise. Then the boys have him tied into the sling in record time. Mabon steps up and with one smooth thrust he’s balls deep, thanks to my cum. Mochyn takes Bryn’s dick in his mouth as I warn Bryn not to cum. Then I’m pulling on Bryn’s tits while rubbing my balls over his face, challenging him to get my dick in his mouth. It doesn’t take Mabon long to cum: he can never resist using his Dad’s cum as lube. He pulls out slowly, allowing Bryn’s ass to close as much as it’s going to before signing to Mochyn that it’s his turn. I’m getting hard again now so focus on getting my dick down Bryn’s throat, leaving Mabon to keep Bryn aware of his tits. The beer starts getting to me so I let go in Bryn’s mouth – good lad, he swallows it down leaving only bare trickles running into his beard. I’ve just about finished pissing when I see Mochyn’s tell-tales and know he’s going to shoot. I move to a position just behind him so that as soon as he’s cum, I can get my second load in. Mochyn finishes and moves round so Bryn can get a mouthful of his cum-soaked dick, while I glide in – none of the pressure needed the first time. I love the feel of an ass with several loads in it, and just hold my dick still while Bryn tries to grip my cock. He’s so relaxed that I can barely feel the pressure his muscles bring to bear, but taking it slow and gently, feeling our mixed cum dribble out of his ass, does it for me and I suddenly speed up and add another load. Bryn’s dick is rigid: “Mabon: suck and bring him off.” I pull out. “Mochyn, felch out all you can and get it into his mouth”. Both accomplish their orders more or less simultaneously, while Bryn is almost trembling in the sling. I slowly unstrap him, noting that Mabon and Mochyn are sharing Bryn’s cum, and bring Bryn back to his feet, and maybe, Earth. Two two-way kisses turn into a fourway slobber with the cum now dripping out of each of our mouths. After a while, I pull free. “Okay, boys: tidy up in here, then a drink in the kitchen.” I get rid of my leathers where I stand, leaving them for the boys to take care of and head off upstairs. In a generous mood, and a wish not to be woken in the night by the need to piss, I open a bottle of wine and try to remember where Mochyn keeps the glasses now... The boys come into the kitchen and Mabon and Mochyn look halfway horrified that I’ve managed to pour four glasses of wine all by myself. “For fuck’s sake, sit down: there’s a conspicuous lack of invisible buttplugs on the chairs. And drink as you please: this is social...” I turn to Bryn: “So do we wave you off into the morning sun or do you still mean what you said in the sauna?” Hesitantly, he says “Sir, I think I could learn a lot from all three of you. Just never experienced anything like that before...” I hold his eyes: he soon drops them. He finishes his wine in one swig and gets on the floor between my feet, his eyes focussed on my dick, which he briefly tastes at intervals, the intervals getting shorter as he realises he’s not being shoved away. “Looks like learning has started already. Mochyn, take him upstairs and get his puppy-bed out, show him how to make it up and put it away.” As they leave the room I hold Mabon’s eyes. Hold them. “You’ve just spoken a volume or two... Think you’re ready for your first boy?” He nods, cautiously. “Okay, junior top, give me a boy to be proud of. You can leave your collar off from now, unless you fuck up. But in public, you’ll still defer to me, take orders and so on. But one hint of bragging, even in private, and you’ve proven yourself unworthy or the trust both I and Bryn are placing in you. Stand up.” He does so, and I turn him round to reach into his ass with my tongue as he bends over. “That’s still mine, always will be, just how our clan works. Like Ken and Bill still own a part of me. Upstairs now and make sure that Mochyn has got Bryn nicely put to bed.” So nicely put to bed, in fact that Mochyn is fucking Bryn’s face. Mabon and I get into bed before calling Mochyn over to his usual place. I’m finished for the night. I turn onto my belly with Mabon and Mochyn on either side. “We’ll talk some more in the morning...”

A bit of googling will find you pharmacies ready to sell it, but as wood says, the quarterly screening accompanying "real" PrEP are essential, so much so that they're part of the entire package. If, due to plain bad luck or low adherence, you manage to seroconvert, you'd be taking a partial regimen which could easily end in resistance to the drugs, making future drug choices more difficult and introducing a resistant strain of HIV into the pool. This is why every quarterly screening includes an HIV test: to make sure this isn't happening. Also, although truvada is heavy on the liver and the kidneys, if detected early enough the problems can be reversed. If you want examples of the damage that can be done see some of my posts from the middle part of 2012: admittedly I was taking tenofovir therapeutically, and HIV- men seem to have a greater defence against the damage that can happen, but I wouldn't wish a tenth of my experiences on anyone. It was an extreme reaction, but one you can get to without proper monitoring: I was basically dementing, going blind, lost a quarter of my body weight, and when I think of 2012 I still have to work to separate the hallucinations from the facts. In some many cases, I've lost the truth of what happened and can only remember the hallucinations. I still can't walk properly, thirty months later, because of osteopenia: my skeleton is about fifteen years old than I am. The truly awful thing for me was that I could, at least in part, still communicate through a keyboard. Okay, that's an extreme and unlikely case, but if you're taking truvada bought on internet without your health being monitored, it's what you're risking, and of course, lesser effects, none of them comfortable, even more so. Yes, it's a subject I harp on about, though I fully support the idea of PrEP with proper monitoring. I came within days of death because of incompetent medics who didn't understand the implications of my blood results. That's why you need to get PrEP via a doctor who knows, or is at least will to learn, how to administer it.