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Depends on mood: it can be part of sub/Dom play, but out of role it's just another form of piggery. I remember one guy who'd just given me the fucking of a lifetime, but pulled out to cum over my face, and then went to piss in the toilet. I actually felt insulted being denied his piss. If I'm topping and I feel the urge to piss I go ahead: love the look in their eyes when they realise you're pissing in them...

Truvada is the ONLY drug licensed for PrEP, anywhere in the world. Other drugs are still at the research stage. I took therapeutic truvada for about eight or nine years, maybe ten years (quite a while before it was investigated for PrEP) before I hit the wall (actually I came off my motorbike), but then I'd already had a lot of damage done by earlier anti-retrovirals - diagnosed as early as I was I wanted to continue going to funerals (or, rather, for preference, none at all), not be the the star attraction at one. The side effects of truvada are well known and I have my little place in history from being one of the first in the UK to hit Fanconi's syndrome where your kidneys are so fucked that they excrete the vitamins and minerals they should be recycling. Note: it does help to have a competent doctor if you get this far. Mine wasn't: he was a CD4 and VL merchant and looked at you askance if you even asked about CD4 percentage. I hear he's now retired. According to the Daily Telegraph's "search for you consultant" feature some years back he's actually a GU consultant with a special interest in diseases of the vulva, which explains why I used to feel such a twat trying to getting information out of him. So having hit pretty much the worst that truvada can offer, would I recommend it. Fuck, yes! Just keep up your regular appointments and blood tests and DON'T treat it as a party drug: take it as prescribed every day. It wasn't designed to be used for disco dosing, rather it needs to become just part of your daily routine. Some people complain of GI problems with it: take it with you breakfast: enough calories there to buffer the inrush of strange chemicals. At present it's the only PrEP drug, though as others have remarked other gentler drugs are being investigated. And frankly looking over the pile of anti-retrovirals I've taken to stay alive, truvada was, for the most part one of the easier ones.

A number of guys on PrEP are have a tattoo of a truvada pill (the side that says "701").

Not so long ago I sat with my GP and we went through the entire British National Formulary antidepressants section. There wasn't a single antidepressant that didn't have loss of libido tagged as a side effects...

AlwaysOpen, Stribild contains tenofovir, cobicistat (which is the booster, allowing the other drugs to be given at lower doses, elvitegravir and emtricitabine (FTC). Atripla contains tenofovir, emtricitabine (FTC) and efavirenz. It's the efavirenz in atripla that gets the credit for the dreams and sleep disturbances (as demonstrated by taking efavirenz with a different "supporting cast"), though in rare cases FTC can do the same thing. I'm taking raltegravir, darunavir, ritonavir and FTC: only the latter has any affect on sleep on dreams. I've found FTC dreams to be disturbing and capable of overflowing into wakefulness - things like thinking "I must tell John about that" when I know damn fine that he died seven years ago. From what I've found in discussions with people taking efavirenz*, the sustiva combination and FTC* is that while the efavirenz dreams can be trippier, but the FTC dreams can be more disturbing. *obviously in combination with other drugs...

One little correction I'd make to what you say is that the sentence should read "That WAS always my downfall." Because this time you're not going to have that "just one cigarette", are you? You've done bloody well: keep going!

HIV- guys tend to have a much easier time of it with truvada than poz guys. Remember that the patient information insert was almost certainly written for PwHIV rather than HIV- guys. Both drugs in truvada have exceptionally long halflives within the body, so don't worry if you do miss a dose, but at the same time, don't make a habit of it. On a side note the technical term for women who forget to take contraceptive pills is "mother"... As wood says, taking your truvada with a meal would help with the GI effects, as slowing its absorption down a little isn't going to make much of a difference once it's got to all the places it's meant to be. The tiredness could simply be the relief of tension - maybe you've been subconsciously worrying about remembering to take it. Why not buy a week's pillbox? That way you'd be able to see at a glance whether or not you'd taken it. Odd dreams is a fairly newly recognised side effect of the emtricitabine component (in the UK a user group of PwHIV, myself included) took it on ourselves to research the issue. Score one for patient power! The dreams are pretty rare amongst PwHIV and given truvada's much lower side effect profile in HIV- guys it's not something worth considering. If you have the occasional nightmare remember Sigmund Freud: "sometimes a cigar is just a cigar" Things are obviously going well - hope they continue in that direction!

A friend has just told me of another site about legal truvada in the UK: https://start.truvada.com/

Yes, Tenvir-Em is available for purchase online BUT: 1. you still need regular HIV antibody tests. Should you seroconvert using a stop/start regimen like this, you're liable to end up with virus resistant to emtricitabine and tenofovir (probably the two commonest ARVs in use today, and coincidentally, the components of truvada), which would limit your choice of drug regimes thereafter. 2. Emtricitibine is process through the liver so it's essential to have your liver function checked every three months, and if necessary, leave the Tenvir-Em alone. 3. Possibly more seriously, you need to have your kidney function tested, again every three months. Having nearly died through tenofovir attacking my kidneys, admittedly a worst-case scenario, it is still possible. I think you need to do a lot more research on this plan of action. In the meantime there is a petition to the UK government that truvada be released for prescription immediately at https://submissions.epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/72422/signature/new . I'd urge all readers to sign it...

Tiger, it's seven days since anyone's added to this thread - how are you doing? Just worryin'

The current rule of thumb is that it take someone with a viral load of >1,000 to establish a "successful" infection, though someone here has pointed out that they know someone who was infected by someone with a viral load in the 380's. The PARTNER study, following the transmission risks of magnetic couples, both straight and gay, uses an "undetectable" figure of 200. They have yet to see a single seroconversion amongst trial participants. If the undetectable guy is using an integrase inhibitor, such as raltegravir, dolutegravir or the one in stribild, chances of transmission are even lower as the integrase inhibitors get further into where the virus hangs out. I echo wood's words that guys who are neg would do well to get on PrEP: I've met too many guys who claim to be neg on the basis of a test a year or more ago. Plenty of time to pick up HIV and develop a six or seven figure viral load...

Bugger me (please)! I just looked at the members list and I'm fifth on number of postings... I might be a whore, but I still do freebies

HIV has two major strains, predictably HIV1 and HIV2, the latter found in sub-Saharan African, the former in Europe and the Americas. HIV1 has several subtypes, which are basically only of interest to microbiologists: they have the same susceptibility to ARVs and are susceptible to the same drugs. HIV2 is believed to be slower acting, but in an environment where ARVs are beyond the reach of the majority of PwHIV, who knows any more? For guys looking for a recharge, the easiest way is just to stop medication: your viral load will ascend and you'll lose CD4 cells. Let your own virus run rampant. My belief is that the search for a recharge is an emotional decision, along the lines of bug chasing. The fact is that if you're well medicated, a recharge isn't possible: what can the proverbial 10cc of semen, even with a high viral load, do against a system that's flooded with anti-retrovirals? Remember that truvada, just two thirds of an adequate combination, is enough to stop HIV in its tracks. Even for someone with HIV who isn't on meds, the amount of HIV from the average fuck isn't enough to add to the existing infection. I agree with sinfuljock: it's the "forbidden" nature of the fuck that's important. Psychology... I've taken loads from guys who aren't on meds, who've claimed high viral loads, and it's the "safe danger" I've gotten off on, as well as a damn good fuck (for which I thank you guys!).

Keep going (or rather not going), Tiger! If I could make it through the fog of smoke I lived in, so can you!

The European trials of PrEP have been sufficiently successful for a variety of UK HIV organisations to release a joint statement regarding its immediate approval... http://www.gmfa.org.uk/prep

It's recommended that atripla (and therefore efavirenz too) is taken shortly before going to sleep, after not eating for a couple of hours. A snack alongside the drug, especially something high fat like cheese, slows the absorption of the drug and makes the weird dreams more likely, and possibly likely to affect you after waking. As a friend said "free acid" - but do you want to go to work tripped out of your head?

People are still dying of aids, admittedly not in the numbers we saw in the eighties and nineties, but the ARVs are not a cure. Never forget that. If I came off my ARVs I doubt I'd last a year. Two conversations: one with a nurse when visiting a friend who clearly wasn't going to last the day: "should he be smoking in his condition?" "Well, it's not as thought it's going to do long term damage..." And a neighbour: "Should you be smoking with what you've got?" "I've got aids: you expect me to be worried about lung cancer?"... Fact is that stopping smoking is among the best decisions you can make for your health, and yes, some HIV-related conditions are exacerbated by smoking, whether you're on treatment or not.

Guys, thank you for all your comments on this: my next step is to edit it into something possibly novel-shaped, more likely "dirty book shaped" . If anyone has issues over continuity, flow or content, please let me know: next month I plan to start editing with a view to sending selected "beta readers" the edited version in a few months (I've got a house move coming up so I can't do the job as quickly as I'd like: it's more important to find adequate living space). Thank you for reading and (I hope) enjoying: your having a quick one off the wrist while reading gives me a hardon!

Last smoked 6 July 2003. Was on three and a half packs a day. Cut it down to two packs a day for a year and got so bored at watching the clock for when it was time I was allowed to have another that I set a date a couple of weeks away when our houseguest would be moving on (both he and my partner were heavy smokers). I told everyone I was stopping (nothing like the threat of egg on your face to help the resolve) and spent a months cigarette money on software I'd been wanting for a long time. At 23.40 on 6 June 2003 I stood in the back garden and had my last cigarette, throwing the butt into the mutant rhubarb patch over the path (we never did figure out what those plants were). Cleaned out my bedroom ashtray and went to bed. It takes the receptors in your brain about 72 hours to get used to the idea that they ain't getting any more nicotine. After that, it's physical habit. Be active: don't slump in front of the TV. Go out and get fucked instead. Drink more than usual quantities of fruit juice (though if you're in HIV medication avoid grapefruit juice because of possible interactions). When the cravings get too much, promise yourself you can have one in twenty minutes, and go and do something. I worked on a "jam yesterday, jam tomorrow" system: all those unfulfilled promises. I found that a lot of my triggers for smoking were around having something to do with my hands: I actually tried writing things by hand instead of on the PC. Make notes of when you get a craving and what you can do to sidestep it. If you need something to put in your mouth and there isn't a dick around, go for low calorie soft drinks or plain water. Chewing gum helps too in this respect. Our houseguest stayed on an extra week and it was only on the day he left that he realised I hadn't had a fag all week. My partner started a two month stint in hospital "for tests" about six weeks later. Even though the friend who drove me daily to the hospital was a heavy smoker and John came close to death a couple of times, I managed not to smoke. Forget about patches: you really don't need them. All you're doing is giving the money you would have given to the tobacco industry to the pharmaceutical industry instead. If I have one regret about stopping smoking (it was medically necessary: my lung capacity is about 70% of what it should be), it's that I daren't get into cigarsex again (did I mention that along with my seventy a day there'd be a few cigars every week?). Much as I'd love to I'm afraid I have to leave that to fantasy and DVDs... Wish all quitters the best of luck... If I can do it, you can!

The new version of Firefox 3.1 (currently updating to 3.1.1) still struggles with this site, most recently truncating posts. The formatting tools that I see in IE 11 I don't see in Firefox, and the Post button doesn't work in Firefox. Going to have to maintain two browsers now...

No, it's a minority taste, for sure. I've only done blood play a couple of times, and decided it's not something that particularly interests me, except as a threat. On the other hand I spent a year with my partner's initials cigar-branded on my chest, lightly enough to need "topping up" every couple of months. Both cigar-branding and cutting require a certain amount of knowledge and skill. My only concern with this video is that the correct technique is used. I've seen the results of more than enough badly done cutting... I remember years ago in the days of the BBS, my partner and I ran the UK's only gay BDSM BBS. At the time porn videos were illegal in the UK. As an American (we took a feed from a BBS in San Francisco) asked us, almost in shock, "how do you guys learn the right techniques for certain scenes?"

The Medicines Act 1968 is applied with enough force that recreational poppers are effectively illegal in the UK. Drugs covered by the Medicines Act are only supposed to be supplied on presentation of a prescription, so even giving poppers (or tramadol, or amoxicillin or whatever) as a favour is illegal. Sales of amyl nitrite have triggered enough raids on sex shops that butyl nitrate or isobutyl nitrite are now considered the norm in the UK (I've even seen them advertised as "English" poppers, which used to refer only to amyl nitrite.

Undetectable varies from lab to lab, hospital to hospital. I've seen u/d be under 20 and under 70, and remember when u/d was considered to be under 400. As has been pointed out the viral load in cum tends to be higher than in blood (hence the 6 month rule that you can't be really sure till after that time). On the PARTNER study no-one has seroconverted and they consider <200 to be undetectable. Someone here said that the lowest VL they know of someone having and infecting someone was 385: most doctors tend to agree that a VL of 1,000 is the absolute minimum required to establish a "successful" infection. To be as sure as anyone can be, take the belt and braces approach and go on PrEP: it's intended for guys in exactly your situation...

A health caution: if you have high blood pressure (and especially if you're on treatment for it), if you've taken viagra or any of the other *afil drugs, or if you're poz and taking a protease inhibitor (which will be boosted by ritonavir), proceed with caution as you could put yourself in hospital or worse. All three apply to me and I find that I need a fraction of the amount of poppers to get the same high I did years ago. Throughout the eighties and nineties, when you were pretty much assured it was real amyl nitrate you were buying, poppers were pretty much a weekly purchase, I got through so much... Nothing like getting shit-faced and then pigging out!

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...