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If it's "just sex" I can go from aggressive/power bottom to very submissive - depends on how the chemistry works. Both sides have their good points: a man who's going to fuck me exactly the way I like it? Great! A man who's going to take what he wants and ignore the rest? Brilliant. What they have in common is that they're getting it from a man who knows what he likes... The scenario above was just one example of how it might go...

I count myself as versatile and as a bottom I'm frankly a spoiled brat who needs taking into hand. Gimme the chance and i'll top you from the bottom. I love being in control and I love getting fucked. My looks and attitude mean that most guys expect me to be exclusively top, but it ain't necessarily so. C'mon give it me,.. yeah slide him right in there. oh yeah real good boss. c'mon work that asshole. I want this to be the best you've had. Tell you what , just shove it in as far as you can and Daddy'll take over. Nothing like a hard dick up your butt. Yeah, slap me around a bit if it gets you off. gets me off, but we're looking at you cummin... Need to piss? don't pull out - I'm your toilet. I'll take it up my butt or in my mouth - up to you. ass to mouth problems? not here. love the taste of your precum along with my ass-juices... Want to keep you edging all day, feel your dick getting even harder in my ass. I want to feel you spraying cum in my ass. You ready to come now boy? Gonna cum in your Daddy's ass? Yeah? c'mon fuck harder. how many guys do you think getin rimning distance of your Dad's asshole and there's you right up inside it you dirty little cunt... that's it, unload irght where you are, lemme feel you fill my ass. fuck, every Dad should have a boy like you....

It ain't necessarily so: I live in the Welsh Valleys where they seem to believe that Offa's Dyke kept HIV out of Wales. Low population density and low condon usage. Safer sex is not a topic for discussion. Last year I was fucking with the guy who arranged the local sex parties. Word of this got around pretty quickly with guys not coming to the parties if I was there and expecting the guy I was seeing to have his HIV test early. No possibility, of course, that they might be the ones with HIV. They were respectable heterosexually married men who couldn't possibly get HIV no matter how many loads they got up their asses...

About ten years ago my partner received a picture on MIRC which the sender swore was of him. It was the actually first photo I saw of the man I spent fourteen years with...

Thanks for that rawTOP... but let's not frighten the horses, so to speak. My metabolism is pretty fucked up from earlier aids drugs and they reckon my experience was a 1 in 100,000 chance. A doctor's supervision is essential, but side effects are rare. Most of the people I know who've had side effects from tenofovir (the component of PrEP that's more liable to cause problems) didn't have the problems occur until several years into treatment. And since PrEP isn't available in the UK outside of a trial (which still needs about 160 guys to come forward, though all the trial centres are in England - this is a hint!), all I've heard/experienced with these side effects is from other people with HIV. Personally I think it's worth travelling from Scotland or Wales, or even Northern Ireland if you can afford it. The problem is that tenofovir doesn't like kidneys very much: I've ended up pissing away vital minerals and vitamins and it doesn't look as though the damage is reversible. The onset of the kidney damage can be pretty quick. Frankly, if you found a source for truvada I'd say DO NOT take it without a doctor's supervision. And a good doctor at that: part of the reason why my health went down the pan was that my then consultant is an idiot, concerned only with CD4 counts and viral loads. One of the national newspapers did a guide to NHS consultants on their website: this guy was listed as a GUM consultant with a special interest in diseases of the vulva - at least I now know why I always left his office feeling like a cunt.

Even if the training evening was less successful than I'd have hoped it did have a positive side in that I managed to turn some of my notes into what I believe to be the first UK HIV mainstream article saying that there are more effective ways of protecting yourself against HIV than condoms. The British seem to have a love affair with the condom: charity donors (both private like Elton John Aids Foundation) and public (the government) insist that the charity promotes condoms as a means of protection. You can find it at http://www.beyondpositive.org/2013/11/27/steve-return-old-normal-nsfw/ . I always know I'm doing well when Tom (the editor) adds a nsfw tag to my rantings. I was pretty doubtful about the idea of PrEP when it was first cleared for use in the USA, but you guys convinced me otherwise - thank you!

MJ, I can't feel anything but admiration for your honesty. As my late partner used to snarl from his wheelchair "it's my legs that don't work, not my brain". And as any thinking person knows the biggest sexual organ after the skin is the brain. More than anything I admire honesty and you laid it on the line. If ever I make it to SF again...

That old chestnut again... If I had a penny for every story like that I've seen I'd <insert fantasy scenario here>

Pozdaddy 25 By the time I hear house work being done and Mochyn comes into the office, wearing a very worn pair of denim shorts, I’m already well into dealing with the emails. When I raise an eyebrow at his choice of clothing Mochyn explains ”Boss, I knew I had to be wearing something more than Pozboy, and these shorts seemed to give the right message. Like I’m still your boy, but he has to look to me as well as to you for his orders.” “You’re both at the gym today. How are you going to handle things if Pozboy starts trying it on?” “Boss, you told me that Bill knows he’s been demoted. I know he thinks a lot of Bill, Ken, too, for that matter. I don’t think he’d try to disobey what are ultimately your orders at the gym.” “And if he did?” Mochyn lowers his voice: “We’ll talk about this at home...” Back to his normal speaking voice. “Besides, I know how humiliating and painful this morning was for him, Boss. I’ve seen him take heavier from you, Sir, but to have to take it from me, who was his junior till a few minutes beforehand, well, I’d have found it uncomfortable, to say the least. But I think your just watching made it worse for him.” “Astute... When you’re out with him, tone it down a bit from this morning. Bill knows what’s happened, which means Ken knows. Up to you what happens when Ken turns up at the gym as well. And I promise you he will at some point in the week” I grin. “You have to ask yourself to what extent would Pozboy defend your so-called honour.” “Boss, Pozboy said not to tell you, but I figure that goes out the window right now: Bill and Ken have been fucking the both of us pretty much every time we’ve been to the gym.” “And it’s never occurred to you why you only have to sign in and out and have never paid for all that personal trainer time?” I laugh. “Bill does me a favour keeping you two working out and improving, he gets your ass. And if he cares to offer one of you to Ken, that’s his business.” “You mean you’ve been whoring us out?” I nod. A mock sulk: “You could have told us Boss: would have felt just that bit dirtier...” The sulk doesn’t last long and he’s soon laughing. “Pozboy!” I shout, “Tea in the office – have one yourself.” “There wasn’t much needed doing, so he should have finished by now.” And within minutes a tray appears, two cups and saucers and a small mug. Pozboy pours and takes his mug of tea to sit in the corner out of the way. “Oi! You. C’mere.” Pozboy shuffles over to kneel between my knees, though I note that he’s brought his tea with him – so British! I chat with Mochyn for a few more minutes before acknowledging Pozboy’s presence. “Rejoining the human race, are we?” “Dad, I know I was in the wrong and I deserve my punishment, but please, Dad, don’t cut me out...” “You sit down there and drink your tea: you probably need to replace the excessive sugar you use after this morning.” I look up to Mochyn: “so you reckon you can improve on the spreadsheets we’re already using? Okay – re-write the lot, but I want everything kept in both formats until we’re sure... You just doubled your workload”, I take a quick look at the clock ”and just half an hour before you’re due at the gym. Go get yourself sorted.” Below the desk I open a bottle of poppers and hold them to Pozboy’s face. If I didn’t remove them after five belts, he’d be useless. “Now what is it you wanted?” “Please, Sir, may I suck your dick. Sir, I need to suck your dick. Please Daddy.” "Go ahead." He reaches up with hands to open my fly. "Uh-huh... no hands" He struggles with the zip, and then with getting my hardening cock out. Once it's free, he takes it in his mouth so quickly that his nose bangs against my pubic bone. I grab his collar and pull him back a little way. "Breathe, you fucking idiot. Take it slowly at first, then faster and deeper. This isn't about you suddenly getting permission to suck cock, it's about you doing it properly and giving me a good time. You might enjoy it, you might not. That's not relevant: you're doing it for enjoyment, not your own. Now get on with it before I decide Mochyn can do a better job. Or do you want to stay as junior sub?" Pozboy’s answer is to revert to how I taught him I like it: plenty of tongue around the head of my dick, the swirl beneath the crown, the few lunges straight down as though he’s lubing me to fuck him then backing off. I give him some more poppers and have to hold his head in position as I start fucking his mouth. He only control he has is where his tongue goes: I love the feeling of helplessness that leaves him with and can tell from his moans and grunts that he’s getting off on it as well. I feel myself getting close and pull back so he can only just get my piss-slit into his mouth. One hand on his head to keep him in place and I bring myself off, my hand hitting against his facial hair on each upstroke. He gets about half the load in his mouth, the rest in his beard. “Eat it.” His dick is straining as he swallows my cum and does his best to scrape the rest from his beard, but I’m not letting him go that far. “You’d better go get dressed ready to see what Bill’s got lined up for you today. And keep your hands of your dick...” “Yes, Dad, I understand my situation, Sir.” I’ve decided that while others might permit him to cum (right now it’s up to Mochyn), I’m not going to. Over-ruling the lot of them. “Go and get dressed ready for the gym. And send Mochyn down immediately. I need a quick word with him. And don’t bother washing your face: let the world see you as a cocksucker.” Mochyn is shortly down beside me. “Everything as normal, but you’ve got to step in if it looks like someone’s trying to make Pozboy cum. ‘The Boss says he isn’t allowed to’ should be enough. Except for Bill and Ken, you have my full permission to take whatever means it takes to stop him cumming. With Bill and Ken, just tell them that the Boss wouldn’t like it.” I look up to see Pozboy in the doorway. “Right if you’re ready to go, take it at a steady speed: it’s exercise, not a sprint. I’ll see you both in a couple of hours.” As soon as they’re out I start my own routine, basically designed to hide the lipodystrophy that’s been bothering me for the past few years. From initial warm-up to final stretches it takes me a little over half an hour. Not muscle mary stuff, but it’s served me well these past few years. Once I’ve finished I go to lie down on the settee and worry about how to deal with Pozboy. I’m his Pozdaddy – that’s something that nothing can take away from us, but he strikes me more as a top in training, which is why he’s junior sub for the next week or so. You don’t know how do to do it properly without having been there yourself. Mochyn I have no doubt about: he’s only taken charge of Pozboy because he was told to, and he’ll do a damn good job because he knows what I want from a boy and he wants to please me. Pozboy, on the other hand is quite capable of trying to put one over on me – after all how did I meet Mochyn? There’s nothing we can do at present: all three of us need to get our viral loads down before tissue damage starts. Maybe I was overconfident in coming off drugs when I did? Still, nothing I can do till next month’s appointment with Dr Sandra. I have a fit of generosity during which I set up the kitchen table for afternoon tea, including everyone’s eviplera bottles. Then off to the settee to doze till they get back, not that I expect to sleep: the smell of them fresh from the gym, Mochyn certainly with a cummy asshole, Pozboy possibly. Depends on how generous Mochyn has been with him... And as usually happens when you think you can’t sleep, next thing I know I’m waking up. My boys: hot, sweaty, naked, still catching their breath from jogging from the gym. “Please, Dad, may I cum? Mochyn said I had to ask your permission.” “Mochyn, I take it you got your ass filled.” “I did, Boss... You didn’t say I couldn’t.” A slight trace of panic in his voice there. “Pozboy’s pretty full too.” “So you let him get used, just didn’t let him cum?” “Yes Boss. Thought it was better to leave it that way.” “He needs to know his place... which right now is getting these jeans off me,” Pozboy jumps into action, easing the jeans down my legs. I’m not making life easy for him by moving to help. “Mochyn, get this vest off me.” By the time I’m naked, my dick is straining. “You want to cum? Sit on it.” Pozboy straddles me and my dick slides into his ass – definitely more than one load up there. Shit, but it’s so warm and wet, begging to be fucked. But he’s on punishment for the week. I lie back and say “I thought you wanted to cum?” “Please, Dad, fuck me.” “‘Go on, give him some poppers and make him clean your dick.’ Sound familiar?” “I’m sorry, Dad. I know I overstepped the mark.” “Think yourself lucky you’re not on chastity.” I watch his cock leaking almost as though he was cumming. “You’ve got a hand: use it.” Even as he wanks himself I feel him trying to make me cum. I’ve got better self control than him: I lie there enjoying the feel of his ass around my dick and watching the show he’s unconsciously putting on for me, culminating in an obviously intense orgasm. As well as giving me such a perfect view of his body, which is definitely benefitting from the gym, his ass grips my dick almost threatening to cut it off as he sprays his cum over me. He relaxes and sags forward, exhausted. “Off. Clean me up.” He has an air of defeat about him as he lets go of my dick and starts eating his cum from my belly and chest. I think I’m getting through to him... “Time to eat – go sort it out. Not you Mochyn; Pozboy is perfectly capable of making a meal without your instruction. On your back, legs up...” As I push into his asshole (who’s been a lucky boy today?) I watch his face. The sight tensing as I first penetrate him, the “oh yes” expression as I push into him, the hunger as I start to fuck him. I whisper “free for all” at which he starts bucking around as though he’s trying to add to what he’s already getting in his ass. I hold him still enough that I can actually kiss him without losing teeth and it’s like he’s trying to swallow my tongue. He’s got a hand behind my head, clutching me to him while his other hand is working his dick in rhythm with his sphincter muscles. Despite all the cum already in his ass, he’s got a damn good grip there. He senses that I’m on the point of cumming and changes his grip so that he’s clutching at my ass, as though he was afraid I’d pull out. As I cum I’m vaguely aware that he’s cumming too, without touching himself.

Thank you fskin... I'm afraid I'm behind on the tests available because my volunteer job is clearing up the post-positive-test mess, but if you miss the 72 hour window for PEP (which should be available at all A&E departments*) I believe there is a test that will pick up the little fucker in five to seven days, almost always before any symptoms are showing. I'm perfectly willing to be corrected on this! * Some A&E departments are now refusing to prescribe PEP in situations where an unknown HIV status top has fucked a poz bottom who has an undetectable viral load on the grounds that since the bottom was undetectable, the exposure risk was no greater than if a condom was used. I've just posted an article to www.beyondpositive.org questioning the ongoing advice of always using condoms and advocating Treatment as Protection and PrEP instead. The editor of beyondpositive was taking part in a live chat hosted by www.guardian.co.uk a couple of hours ago and he more or less agreed with this position without prompting from me (I'm afraid we clash on a personality level: he wants to be an HIV superstar whereas I just want to get the job done). Given his words today I can't see my article being rejected.

Are you asking because you have such a rash? The rash associated with HIV seroconversion is quite unlike any other rash which is how I can date my seroconversion to 1980. If what you have is seroconversion rash an HIV test would show up positive by now. I'd bring my regular STI check forward and have an HIV test to make sure. If it turns up positive, at least you know and can hit the little fucker hard and fast. If it turns up negative, you've got breathing space to re-work your strategies for not getting HIV, assuming you don't want to get pozzed.

Thanks for posting this! If I weren't already poz there'd be one less place on the trial even though it would mean four hours travelling to get to the closest trial centre. A shame that the trial centres are all in England, though I assume that they'll accept guys from Wales and Scotland too. This is one trial that must go ahead... It's taken over a year to get the 335 people they've already got.

Gaydar appear to have deleted your profile...

Thanks for all your input guys. The evening went moderately well; the problem was that the presentation I'd prepared was a bit beyond their understanding of HIV. Fortunately, my mate, the Training Officer, knows me and my style of presentation (we always did do a good double act, except, regrettably, in that one area where it's too damn late now!) well enough that he could cue me as to when to dumb things down a bit. But I have to admit that I despair at the level of knowledge shown by "experts". Still, I've got enough material to put my next beyondpositive column together from (assuming my last row with the editor hasn't seen me removed from the contributors list!)

Wonton is a Chinese delicacy: a small ball of meat or veg wrapped in a filo-like pastry, sealed with a twist which gives them their more colloquial name of lion's heads. I think they meant wanton. It's an easy mistake, but I do like the idea of getting it on in a bath of something yielding but edible... Oh, and it should be "be it known"... I do wish that when people come up with these pledges that they at least spellchecked them and then ran them over someone else for grammatical errors - otherwise I just can't take them seriously.

Thank you so much for the tip-off on this novel - I enjoyed it hugely and look forward to re-reading it in six months or so... I'd never have noticed the novel without your tip-off. But i thought everyone made chili like that... ;-) Brilliant book - often had me had me in tears, not because of its sentimentality, but because its sentimentality was ordinary. I could live in the Dump...

My last "full-time" partner and I were together for fourteen years, but sex went out of the window after five years - thanks to early overdosing of protease inhibitors I lost all trace of libido. I was getting over that when he got sick. I didn't think it tactful to go out whoring when he was sick, so kept it in my pants. Not sure what I wanted after so long away from sex, after his death I ended up almost entering a 24/7 as a bottom. He lived too far away for us to see each other more than once or twice a month. Sexually he was amazing, but wanted exclusivity and chastity. I'm a fundamentally truthful guy: I could have let it go on and cheated on the side (being versatile, there were a couple of guys I was fucking and knocking about), but he'd have known I was lying. So the relationship was dead in the water before it even got started. Basically, if he isn't happy with me whoring around, either as top or bottom, then he ain't my ideal partner.

Reminds me of my primary school days when I wrongly defined "plural" as more than ten...

Do I sense some control issues here?

"so cruel" - is that perhaps the child looking out through the man's eyes? Although I list myself as versatile, I'm a lot heavier as a bottom than as a top. Part of that is doubtless due to being out of condition having been ill for the past couple of years. When I top, it's automatic for me too ask if there are any health or psychological issues I should know about. Even something as simple as a single word can be enough to bring a session to an end, and if that's the case I need to know to avoid it, because we're both/all meant to enjoy what's going on. When I was bottoming for John, my late partner, he found it very difficult that I'd be screaming "No, please don't" when what I meant was "For fuck's sake yes!". As you're obviously aware, some of us can take what "should" be painful and enjoy the sensations. When I had my most recent tattoo (a biohazard on my back) I remarked to the tattooist that it only needed one thing to make it perfect: a bottle of poppers. Years ago I had a doctor who knew me well enough to correct himself mid-consultation "Have you had any unusual pains, ok, any unusual unexpected pains in your balls?" (It turned out that I had a massive E Coli infection in my bladder). Would it count as cruel that John, for a period of a year or so, kept his initials burned onto my chest with his cigars? It hurt like hell, but we both wanted it. Cruelty is in the eye of the beholder, but as I said in the age of consent thread I believe it's necessary to have one and that although I was capable of sex at eleven or twelve, doesn't mean that I could deal with the consequences, which, to my mind says that I wasn't ready for sex. I have a fuckbuddy who was beaten up by a previous partner and has massive damage to his jaw: a simple pat on the cheek would be cruelty there because of the pain it would cause him. I can get off on causing and receiving pain that would probably be illegal under the Geneva Convention: it's just the way my head's wired. I can stand back at a party and admire the way the bottom in a torture scene is handling it. But let me catch someone abusing a dog.... The difference is consent, something you didn't give when you were a kid. In terms of stories here, if consent isn't even implicit within the story, I kinda edit it in myself. I know it's fantasy.

It's a very good question, HMR89. And given the number of guys who believe that a man can't be raped, that it only happens to women and kids, a brave one. I'll start by saying I've been raped twice: once at nineteen and again about ten years later. The way the law stood in the UK at the time, the first time had I gone to the police with a complaint about it, I could have been charged with gross indecency, which was the charge used for all parties involved in such a case because I was below the then age of consent. The second time, after the age of consent was lowered, I could have made a complaint of gross indecency (which carries a much lower sentence tariff than rape does). I didn't bother. In a small way, as a counsellor, I helped set in motion the change of UK law that allows for the charge of rape to be laid against a man who rapes another man, and I have to confess to some pride in my involvement in that. Rape is an abhorrent act, as are murder and mutilation, yet how many of us even as children played war games, playfully committed pretend war atrocities on our friends? My late partner and I used to talk about our playroom saying "cross the threshhold and suspend disbelief". John was a master of sleight of hand, and had a boy with a number of self-destructive fantasies which he managed to fulfil in a safe manner. He pointed something out to me that I'd never realised: when I was bottoming, my words (I don't like gags) are twisted around: I'd say "no" for "yes, please, more". It didn't take an expert to link this back to the twice that I'd been raped. Since that discussion I've always used the traffic light system of stop-words. Rape fantasies are, for a lot of guys (women too), a way of making the transition from victim to survivor (indeed the UK organisation for men who have suffered (unwanted) sexual abuse is called SurvivorsUK - its founder took the name from a remark I made when I was working with him). There's no doubt in my mind that rape play is edge-play: get it wrong and you could screw someone's head even further. But at the same time, get it right, and it can be therapeutic, allowing one to face up to demons (figuratively speaking) in a way that's otherwise impossible. It's the same when I write a rape scene in a story: it's rare for me to write in the third person and it's also rare for me to write about situations that I have no experience of. Why include rape scenes? Probably because they're dramatically necessary, but also because they're therapeutic for me (and I'm a long way from that nineteen year old kid, or even the late twenties kid, but it doesn't mean that I don't carry some of their pain with me still), and because I've come to terms with my own experiences that I can eroticise them. (The series I'm writing in Bugchasing fiction carries two rape scenes, though I cheat in that they're performances for a DVD) Fifteen years ago I used to edit a couple of porn magazines: in other words I wrote the whole damn magazine using different names. It was the height of condom naziism and as I remember (I shorted out a hard drive and found the back up disk scratched to hell and gone: totally unusable) I only ever once mentioned condoms in words along the lines of "you're adults: you can make your own decisions as to what level of safety you want and need" - and this at a time when the first protease inhibitors were just coming out of trials. My own health was on what seemed like a bottomless slope. Given the ages at which you were raped, this was child abuse, and I'm not surprised at your reaction. Rape is violence expressed through sexual means: for some of us acting out the fantasy is a huge turn-on, while for others, like you, it's horror. This is going to sound horribly condescending, which I don't mean it to , but have you considered counselling to come to terms with what happened in your childhood. I come from a highly dysfunctional family and see a counsellor every few years as a means of having a mental clear-out. If you haven't tried it, it might be an avenue worth trying, especially given how you say you'd react if it happened again. The first time I went crazy, tearing up the room as much as I was able till I was released, the second I went "rabbit in the headlights" just to get it over faster. I'd welcome any reply from you: I know how repugnant the idea is and the double think you need to get around it. To the best of my knowledge I was the first person in the UK to write on the subject in the gay press in the UK, which is how I've ended up talking to so many guys about it. If you don't want to reply in public, then PM me. I can't promise easy answers, but I believe I can set you on the road to some answers. Again I'd likee to commend your courage in raising the issue: you've got guts, mister!

Pozdaddy 24 I have a shower and go straight to bed, making it there before the boys get upstairs.”Ah, no, you don’t: shower first.” I listen to them messing around in the shower: today has been less traumatic for them than I feared. Fully dried off they get into bed either side of me. “Quite the little top, aren’t we? ‘Go on, give him some poppers and make him clean your dick.’” I quote in Pozboy’s ear. “I’ll give you tonight to figure out what was wrong with that. I expect a full explanation in the morning. Either way you’re going to find out what I think at some point tomorrow. Sleep well” I kiss him on the forehead and roll over so that I’m spooning Mochyn. I can feel the bundle of tension lying at my back while Mochyn backs up against me, apparently asleep already. Pozboy turns on his side facing my back and his hand stretches tentatively to hold me. “Ah fuck,“ I think, “ it’s been a rough as hell day for him, let him off the hook a bit.” So I fake sleep and grab his arm and grip it. He sneaks in closer and I can feel his breath on my neck as he whispers “I’m sorry, Dad, I got carried away...” unaware that I’m still awake. I wake a few hours later and we’re in the same position. Except this time my cock is so hard it hurts. And too close to Mochyn’s ass to resist temptation. He’s still wet enough that I slide in gently and his only response is what I was brought up to call a “sleep shudder”. I’m fucking him slowly and gently when he does wake. Immediately I’ve got my hand over his mouth. I feel Pozboy stir behind me and as he realises what’s going on I whisper the single word “tongue”. He starts at the back of my neck and works down my back. I lift my leg over Mochyn to allow Pozboy access to my ass and balls. Much as I’m enjoying it, I decide on a little more submission from Pozboy: “his dick”. I’m not sure of when Mochyn wakes up, perhaps he’s been awake all along, perhaps he woke up when I first slid into him, maybe he went into a sex dream after I’d been in his a ass a few minutes, and perhaps Pozboy’s mouth on his dick was the end of sleep. Whichever it was, he’s more active in a dreamlike fashion, as though he’s not entirely sure this is going on. I keep the bedroom very dark for sleep and feel more than see Mochyn’s arm pulling Pozboy’s face onto his dick. At the same time there’s a definite push back onto me. His asshole is still loose and sloppy from last night and I can feel Pozboy’s and my cum dribbling out as I fuck him. I get the feeling that he would have just lain there and taken it, were it not for Pozboy working his dick. But whatever’s going on in his mind (and at this point I don’t fuckin’ care) he starts clenching his ass around my dick, just the way he knows I like it. Listening to their breathing in the almost total dark, Pozboy is wanking himself hard as he sucks Mochyn. Pozboy cums first but keeps on sucking. I start fucking harder and rougher and Mochyn again is pushing back trying to hold onto my dick. Suddenly Mochyn starts coming in Pozboy’s mouth: the action of his ass muscles as he cums, together with the mix of cum and ass juices that have leaked onto my balls do it for me and I clutch his ass as close as I can as I cum in his ass. Pozboy returns to his position behind me and we drift back to sleep as before, the only difference being that I don’t withdraw from Mochyn’s ass. As I fall asleep I vaguely register the fact that I’ll probably lose my hardon in the rest of the night and slip out. Sure enough, over the course of the rest of the night, we all change position, though not contact with each other. Next morning, having showered and prepared for the day, we’re sitting at the kitchen table. “So Pozboy... ‘Go on, give him some poppers and make him clean your dick.’ Any thoughts?” “I’m sorry, Dad, I got carried away with the moment.” “Which is precisely why I wouldn’t trust you to top a carrot. Have you ever felt unsafe with me?” “Only when you wanted to mindfuck me, Sir... and even then I knew deep down I was safe.” “Exactly. Last night you overstepped your authority with those words; I’d put you in secondary charge of Mochyn since he joined us. What sort of example do you think you set?” “Pretty damn poor one last night, Sir. I forgot that even when you want to pig out and use us like that, you’re still in charge.” “Now I could send you over to Ken or Bill, but they had enough trouble training me and I’d consider it a failure on my part if I had to do that. We’ll take care of this problem in house, as it were. For at least the next week, Mochyn is senior sub: he gives you an order, you better jump to it. He seems to have a better idea than you do of what I require of my boys. Mochyn, I know it’s not a role that will come easily to you: any doubts you have, bring them to me in private. But having a junior for a while will help you understand your place. And you both might as well know that Bill knows about my decision, so no trouble at the gym...” “Everybody finished? Fine. Pozboy, clear up, and then I want you in the cellar. Mochyn, with me now.” Mochyn and I head for the cellar. Once there Mochyn strips. “You’re going to restrin his wrists – over the sling would probably be best – and then you’re going to give him the belt ten times. You know how to do that?” Mochyn looks unsure. “Fold it in two then swing at his back or ass like this.” I hit my other hand with the belt. “The idea is to create that cracking noise and to cause pain. The belt’s wide enough that you’d have to be extraordinarily clumsy to cause any real damage so it all depends on the muscle you put into it. Just be careful not to hit the same place too many times. After that you can leave him as he is or you can take him down and have him however you want.. Show him you’re in charge. I’m going to sit this one out.” I hear Pozboy coming downstairs. “Don’t let me down...” Pozboy enters the cellar and closes the door behind himself. Mochyn looks him up and down and says “you’re wearing clothes. Strip. Now” He emphasises the point by hitting the belt into his hand just as I’d shown him moments before. Nice touch, kiddo. Pozboy glances at me before dropping his shorts. “Don’t worry about me. I’m just the audience.” I say. “Come.” Mochyn walks over to the sling and Pozboy follows. Mochyn quickly has him restrained in the manner I’d suggested and stands back for a moment: the little fucker is enjoying this. The first stroke is horizontal across Pozboy’s ass. A pause, and then across the backs of his thighs. Centre back. Two diagonals one from each shoulder. The next three horizontal, descending from his shoulders. Finally two more across his ass. From Pozboy’s breathing and the noise of the belt I reckon he’s one step from being in trouble. Mochyn frees his wrists and he falls across the sling. Mochyn’s been leaking precum throughout the beating and pauses long enough to smear it around the rest of his dick, then pushes into Pozboy’s ass. As Mochyn starts fucking him, Pozboy reaches round to his own dick. “Did I give you permission for that? You need some help not to do that, cunt?” “No Sir, sorry, Sir.” “Always the fucking same with you isn’t it? Act first, think later” He reaches behind for a length of rope “Hands behind your back!” Mochyn ties as neat a rope handcuff as I’ve ever seen, before resuming fucking Pozboy’s ass. Obviously not quite the innocent he’s been claiming to be... Mochyn looks back at me “His mouth’s free if your want it, Boss.” “Like I said I’m sitting this one out: I’m just the audience enjoying the show.” “Ok Boss...” then to Pozboy: “You bastard, you...” the rest is lost to incoherency as Mochyn cums. Those are strong, well-exercised muscles Pozboy’s got in his ass. “Mochyn: you dress as normal for the house. I suggest you keep him naked,” I throw him an old work jock “except when we have company.” The two of you can get cleaned up. Pozboy: you’re on domestics, under Mochyn’s supervision. Mochyn, you’re mostly in the office with me. Time you learned a bit more of the systems.” I leave them to it.

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Great questions - I reckon on being versatile but I'll answer in bottom mode... What do you crave most? Cock or loads deep in you? It's an even break here. I love the sensation of cock filling my ass, cum is a souvenir, which I want! Do you ever feel satisfied or are the cravings insatiable? I've felt satisfied, in that I've had all I can take for the moment, but limits are there to be pushed... How many loads does it take to turn you into an “any cock, any hole, any load” guy? More or less how I think anyway - I'm very visually oriented, so as long as you don't drift too far from my type (penis and pulse)... How old were you when you first realized it was about your hole/pussy/cunt and not your cock? Was it innate and there from the beginning or did you learn it over time? Loved getting fucked from the first time at 19 - but also learned it's as much about giving The hottest opening line I ever heard was, “I don’t care about my cock.” Do you even think about cumming? Do you have a need to? I tend to bottom more these days because of ED caused by diabetes: even viagra can't help sometimes so I've learned to enjoy the journey rather than the destination. On the other hand, there are times when I get a totally solid erection on viagra but can't cum for about eight hours (and if we're sharing a bed I'm liable to wake you at about five in the morning, unless you can sleep through getting fucked) When you are home alone, do you play with your hole or your dick? Perhaps 60/40 Are you afraid of how deep your cravings are and the levels you will submit to in an effort to satisfy them? No - I know myself and in bottom mode I'm slightly more of a pig than I am in top mode Do you tell your friends about your cumdump desires or are those separate and secret? Totally open - if people have a problem, they should own it because it ain't mine What would you choose…sucking a hot guy’s huge dick or taking a taking a heavy-set Daddy’s load up your ass? I've always been anally oriented, so obviously I'd go for Daddy. Besides I was taught never to talk with my mouth full. Anonymous sessions or do you prefer to see who is fucking you? Eye to eye contact is vital: a recent fuck didn't go as well as it might because of three things. I tried cialis instead of viagra and it didn't do anything for me (he wanted me to fuck him), he turned it round and found my head harness with blindfold and put it on me for a torture scene which would have been so much hotter if I'd been able to see him, and finally the fucking bedframe broke! Is there anything more important to you than taking loads? Yes: I'm Aquarian. We have the ability to shut down the hunt for sex and get on with other things. I write, both political and porn, I'm a volunteer counsellor, and HIV activist. Sex is a vital part of my life, but only a part. That said, when it happens, the guy(s) involved have my full attention.

Or you might find that orgasm is irrelevant, that the feeling of giving over such control to another guy is enough in itself - I usually find that the assplay in itself is enough and the orgasm happens the next day jerking off to the memory of it.