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Soon. I promise. Just caught up with some things offline. Part 2 coming soon though.

Well in the sense that he is a demon / devil... I guess he does have something in commin with Palin. Lol.

At the risk of bumping an old story up on the list, just wanted to mention for anyone who enjoyed this story that I've finally (almost a year later) been able to progress a follow-up (not quite a sequel) to it. Look for "There Is Always A Price" in the story queue. Part 1 is up now which sets the stage for the story and (re-) introduces Zburator (still using the name Sebastian / Seb) and Tommy. (Although Tommy will play a larger role starting in part 2.). Hope to get Part 2 to a satisfactory state and get it posted within a few days. (Side note: the site is treating this as a quote and I'm not sure how to get it to plain text. Apologies.)

It has taken a (very) long time, but finally made some progress on a follow up to https://breeding.zone/topic/33786-the-decline-and-fall-of-michael-christian/Apologies again for the very long delay... and I hope you enjoy. Anyway, here is Part 1. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey man, sorry. I didn’t realise it was occupied.” A stranger stood at the toilet but looked over his shoulder at Calvin… was he smirking? Calvin needed to pee but it could wait. The real reason he was in the bathroom was to get away from the guy who had been (all but) clinging to him since he arrived at the party. The clingy guy had introduced himself as Tommy. He was tall, thin, and very flamboyantly gay. Not that Calvin had a problem with that, but Tommy had clearly had a few drinks too many. He refused to listen when Calvin said he was straight, so Calvin escaped to the bathroom. And now he had walked in on someone else in the toilet. Could this night get any more awkward? He started to back out of the bathroom and close the door. STOP. The stranger’s lips did not move but the word seemed to reverberate inside Calvin’s head. Like someone shouting, loudly, in a tunnel. There was an odd sensation just behind his eyes. A tingling. Calvin stopped. He stood in the door as if waiting for something. He wasn’t sure what that was, or even what it could be. “There’s room enough for two.” The stranger smiled but that smile never touched his eyes. Come in and close the door. The voice in his head was not as loud, just a normal speaking voice. But the tingling persisted. If anything, stronger than before. You are relaxed. There is nothing strange about what is happening. The voice was just a whisper now. But that sensation, the tingling behind his eyes, continued. It felt buried now, however, as if had burrowed somewhere deep inside his head. As Calvin stepped back in the bathroom and closed the door, he thought he should be worried. Like there was something terribly wrong. But he couldn’t think of what that might be. There was something odd about the stranger yet Calvin couldn’t quite put a finger on it. There was something almost… vague…or nondescript… about him. He was neither short not tall. Average build. Calvin couldn’t even tell how old he was. He could be 22 or 42. It just seemed impossible to tell. “I’m… Sebastian.” The stranger said. His extended his hand that had been holding his dick a moment ago. “You can call me Seb.” “Calvin. Calvin Watts.” Calvin shook Seb’s hand, trying not to think about where the hand had just been. “Nice to meet you. So do you know Mark and Mary?” “Not really, I just moved into the building and they invited me to the party.” “Can’t say I know them very well either.” Seb replied without more detail. “So how old are you, Calvin?” “I’m 18. You?” “I’m… a little bit older than that. Are you in college?” “Yes. I’m attending State, and studying Pre-Med and Chemistry. I want to get into medical research when I graduate.” Calvin wondered why he was kept speaking, answering questions that had never even been asked. He should be freaked out, of at least annoyed, but he felt eager to offer information. It made no sense. “You must have a high IQ.” “Well, when my Dad had me tested, my IQ was rated at 152.” “Very impressive. I bet you are doing very well in your classes, aren’t you? “ Calvin wanted to say that he was expecting to be on the Dean’s list this quarter and that he (and his father) would be very disappointed if he didn’t graduate summa cum laude in a few years. But Seb didn’t give him time to respond and the thought just slipped away. “Isn’t it unusual for a first year student to live off campus?” “My parents didn’t want me to live in the dorm. Too much partying going on. Or so my Dad says. So they rented an apartment for me.” “Do you have a girlfriend?” Seb paused a raised an eyebrow. “Or a boyfriend?” “Um… I don’t have a girlfriend, and I’m not gay.” Calvin wondered if he should be offended that the stranger had even asked… but somehow just couldn’t work up the energy. “You need to pee, don’t you Calvin?” “Um. Yeah.” “You should pull your dick out then, shouldn’t you?” That tingling again. And the perception of a voice inside his head but so quiet now he couldn’t even hear it. His hands moved before he even realised what they were doing, unzipping his fly, pulling out his dick, and aiming it at the toilet. His bladder, however, refused to pee, so he just stood there with this stranger. Both of the men standing there with his cock out. For a minute Calvin wondered if someone had put something in his drink and this was a surreal hallucination. But, no. This was real. Somehow he knew. “Good boy, Calvin.” A sense of happiness swept across Calvin at the words. His heart beat slightly faster in excitement. He wondered why he would feel this way. But, again, the thought slipped away. “It’s rather amusing. Your father thought he was preparing you for life. But his overprotective and controlling nature has sheltered you. You never even developed those defences that most humans have.” The words seemed to bypass Calvin as if his mind was shut down while Seb spoke. After a moment he blinked to see Seb looking at his crotch. “You have a nice cock.” Calvin blushed, unsure how to reply. “Do you like my cock, Calvin?” Calvin had never really looked at another guy’s cock before. Well, maybe in the locker room. But that was really just to see how it compared to his own. Now he found his eyes pulled down to Seb’s crotch. And he stared, suddenly fascinated by it. The other man’s cock was long and thick. The foreskin wrapped around the bulbous cock head and the whole things seemed so… perfect. Calvin was circumcised and his own cock suddenly felt awkward and clunky. “It’s…. It’s... beautiful.” Calvin finally managed. He licked his lips as he stared. “Why don’t you touch it?” Calvin’s hand reached out, tentatively. “That’s right, wrap your fingers around it. Stroke it. Gently. That’s my good boy.” Calvin felt his own dick starting to swell and rise. He was getting hard. But he was straight. Wasn’t he? It felt so fuzzy now. “I’m going to put my hand on your dick now. Is that ok, Calvin?” “Yes, sir.” Seb’s fingers caressed Calvin’s dick. The fingers moved softly. Gently. But Calvin’s whole body convulsed in pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?” “Yeah.” “I’m going to suck you now, Calvin.” “Ok…. I’ve never had a blow job before.” “A blow job? What a quaint way to describe it.” Seb shifted to his knees and Calvin could feel the warm breath rippling across the sensitive skin of his dick. The shaft flexed in anticipation. Some part of his mind tried to scream out. To put a stop to this. He wasn’t gay. But Calvin just couldn’t concentrate and the thought faded away. But Seb paused. “I could stop now, Calvin. I could stop, walk out, and you would be yourself again in a few minutes. Do you want me to stop? To step away now, without sucking your cock?” “No… please don’t stop.” Calvin felt desperate. It suddenly didn’t matter if he was gay or straight. He just wanted the other man’s mouth around his cock. “Are you sure? If I continue, there is a price. There is always a price. And you will never be the same.” “Please… please suck me. I want it so bad. I need it.” Calvin whimpered. Why was he so desperate? “As you wish.” The stranger smiled again. It was a smile that sent a chill down Calvin’s spine. The kind of smile that a cat wears when playing with a mouse. Then Seb’s lips enveloped Calvin’s cock. Calvin’s moaned as the sensation of the warm mouth enveloped his cock and spread quickly throughout his body. His hands wrapped around Seb’s head in a desperate attempt to maintain some control. Seb’s lips were locked on Calvin’s shaft. His mouth slid up and down the length, maintaining a tight suction. Calvin imagined he could feel the suction all the way from his skull to his toes. As if the pressure Seb was exerting would swallow him whole. It was almost painful… but somehow incredibly erotic. “Oh fuck,” Calvin groaned. He was getting his dick sucked for the first time… by a guy. This was so bizarre. But good. Oh so very good. “That is so amazing.” Calvin’s hips started moving, thrusting his cock further into Seb’s mouth. His dick was slowly swelling. His balls were slowly starting their rise. But… something else. A strange sensation throughout his body. Pulling. Stretching. As if the suction on his cock was siphoning something out of him. His head felt fuzzy. Unfocused. He had a slight headache and his vision seemed to be blurring. His body felt weak. ‘Oh fuck’, Calvin thought, asking himself ‘Am I having an aneur… and an….’. Strange. He couldn’t think of the word. He should know that word. A brain… thingy. A problem in the brain. He should know the word. Why couldn’t he think of it? Don’t worry. Relax. Let it flow away. The voice was back. And the tingling, which had never gone away, seemed stronger again now. At that information, that knowledge. It’s all such a burden. Surrender it. Life will be so much easier if you just don’t have to think so much anymore. Lay down your burden. Calvin was afraid. Terrified. Something was being taken from him. But he couldn’t figure out what it was. He had to resist. But his head was so fuzzy. Why couldn’t he think? Do you feel it? Your intelligence dropping lower. And lower. Doesn’t it feel good to let it go? Now you can enjoy other things. More important things. More immediate things. Think about how good your cock feels. Doesn’t your cock feel so good now? His cock did feel amazing. Seb’s expert lips, tongue, and mouth were bringing him closer and closer to cumming. This was fucking amazing. He had never felt this good sitting in a classroom. The suction was so strong. Especially in his head. Everything was being pulled into his dick. His dick that was buried deep in Seb’s throat now. Fuck that felt good. Yes. He could let go. It would feel so good to just let go. No! He shouldn’t. God help him, he knew he shouldn’t. He was losing something. Something important. If only he could understand what it was.… But his cock felt amazing. He needed to cum. To unload. To release. He wanted his body to tense up in anticipation — like it was doing now. He wanted to feel his dick throb —like it was doing now. He wanted to feel his nuts pull up — like they were doing now. He wanted this more than anything! Yes… Calvin succumbed to the voice in his head. He surrendered to the pressure. Stopped fighting it. And he came. It seemed to last forever. His eyes rolled back into his head and blast after blast fired into Seb’s throat. And Seb swallowed it all. But eventually the 18 year old’s muscles relaxed. His pecker grew soft and slipped from Seb’s mouth. Seb stood and gently pushed the young man down on the toilet seat. He peered into Calvin’s eyes and into his mind and soul. The mind was so quiet. So dull. So stupid. Lazy, unfocused, undisciplined. “Ah, my poor boy. You had such a high opinion of yourself and your mind. But you were just a tasty morsel. A delicious treat for a summer evening.” “Huh?” Calvin just looked up at the man above him. “Whatcha talking bout?” “I don’t think you need to worry about a high IQ anymore.” Seb laughed. “I’m afraid that I may have gotten carried away. You are well below ‘normal’ now. Well below.” “You ain’t making sense, man.” Seb frowned and looked down at Calvin. He really hadn’t intended to consume so much of the young man. “You know, since I took so much from you, it seems only fair that I give you something back. Would you like that?” “Your gonna give me somethin?” Calvin couldn’t really understand that this guy was babblin’ about… but fuck it. If he wanted to give him something, he sure as fuck wouldn’t refuse. Seb’s put his hand on Calvin’s head and pulled him towards his own hard cock. “What the fuck?” Calvin protested. “I aint no fag…” But his protest was cut off as Seb’s cock slipped into his mouth. Calvin tried to get it out. But no matter what he did, the prick was pushing into his mouth. And then he noticed the taste. ‘Fuck, that tasted good,’ he thought, his tongue swirling around the sliding shaft. He wanted that taste. More! Seb, however, was impatient. He had more important matters to attend and this distraction had already wasted too much time. Within moments, his hips were pressed against Calvin’s face. The entire shaft inserted. That was good enough. He let his orgasm flow. His seed erupting into the wretch before him. Calvin slurping it down like a man who had found an oasis in a barren desert. It wasn’t really semen, of course. Semen was such a mortal concept. But Calvin perceived the fluids as such. Seb slipped his cock from Calvin’s mouth and looked into his eyes a final time. Yes. There it was: the craving. A ravenous hunger for something Calvin couldn’t even put words to yet. And he had even given a bit of the young man’s intelligence back. Not much, of course. Just enough so he could function in society. And just enough so he could understand what he had lost, what had been taken away, it was so much more fun when they understood the price. Calvin sat on the toilet in shock. It was still so hard to think. For a moment there, he had been lost completely. He felt better now but he knew something was still missing. He could feel a cavity where something had been pulled away. And there was something else. Some other sensation he was just barely aware of. But he couldn’t put words to it. What the hell had Seb done to him? “Yes. That will do.” Seb mused. “You feel it missing now, don’t you? All that information, your mind racing miles ahead of everyone around you, all that potential? Gone. You will have to spend the rest of your life wondering what you would have accomplished. Cure cancer? Find new treatments to better the lives of our fellow ‘humans’? You will never know but it will haunt you. All of that given up just to get your dick sucked. Your dreams, your plans for a career? Dead now. But don’t worry, I very much suspect you will find a new career soon enough. I wish I could stay to watch, but I think not. It's time to move on." Calvin wanted to scream To yell. To cry. What the fuck had he done? But it was so hard to think now. He felt hollow. Empty. Incomplete. It took him a moment to realise he was alone in the bathroom. Seb was simply not there anymore. He was alone… for about a minute. And then the door opened. “Oh there you are, handsome.” It was Tommy, the gay guy from earlier. “I thought you got lost.” Tommy’s eyes swept over Calvin’s disheveled face and hair, and at the cum splatters on the floor. And Calvin’s dick still hanging out of his jeans. “Well, you have been busy, haven’t you? You dirty slut.” The word ‘slut’ sounded like a compliment from Tommy’s lips. Calvin was sure he could smell Tommy. His sweat. His musk. And it made his lust even stronger. His thoughts even weaker. Calvin’s eyes trailed down Tommy’s tall, lean, beautiful body. To the sizeable bulge in his crotch. He could see the outline of other man’s cock quite clearly. Tommy’s tight pants made sure of that. And that cock was quite big. He was so horny. No. Horny didn’t describe it. He was fucking ravenous. He wanted what was in the other man’s trousers. He wanted to explore that budge. He wanted to feel Tommy in his throat and, god help him, in his ass. He wanted Tommy’s cum inside him. He needed it. “Oh fuck.” Calvin didn’t even realise he was speaking out loud. “I’m gay.” “Yeah, I kind of guessed that.” Tommy slurred. Calvin’s dick was straining in his jeans. What Seb had taken, his intelligence or whatever, didn’t seem as important right now. He needed to sate his hunger. “I wanna taste you. I want to suck you. And I want you to fuck me. I’ve never been fucked. Please.” Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Well, lucky for you, someone convinced me to explore my top side recently. But are you sure about this? It’s going to hurt a bit… especially if it’s your first time.” < To Be Continued… > >

I did end up going to Basement sauna although didn't get as much fun as I was hoping for. Sucked / got fucked for a bit by two guys (one with a condom... Ugh!) but neither one gave me his load. Started to fuck a hot furry ass in the dark area but then he wanted a condom (condoms make me go soft). Eventually gave up for the night. Hopefully my next visit there is better.

Just back from hooking up with a couple of gay escorts in Manchester. My goal was to complete one of my heretofore unfulfilled fantasies: to be double penetrated. Previously, about a year and a half ago, I got fucked by a guy while blindfolded in a hotel in Edinburgh. He slipped a dildo in next to his cock while fucking me. I couldn't take it (I hadn't know it was coming) .. But I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since. Both guys today had nice cocks. So I knew it would be a challenge. The logistics are, of course, very tricky. But it happened. They were both able to get in. It hurt (hell yes it hurt!) but I really wanted it and I was more prepared for it. And I was able to take it. And it felt amazing. Only lasted a couple minutes when the first guy seeded me. The second guy finished a couple minutes later. Two loads up my (somewhat more loose) ass. And I've got the cum stains on the back side of my jockstrap to prove it. I feel like such a slut (yes, that is a good thing) And I can't wait to do it again If anything I'm even hornier than before. May head to Basement sauna to see if I can get more loads in my holes.

Concerned... It really sounds like you don't want to hear this but, based on your account above, you did not engage in extremely risky sex. You were top, you don't mention anything about having cuts / scratches on your dick (which would have allowed any fluids easy access to your bloodstream), those were very brief encounters with minimal thrusting, etc. Etc. Etc. To put it into context... I have mostly been a bottom since coming out in 1995. I started barebacking on a regular basis a couple years later (let's say 1999 as a conservative estimate... Had bottomed bareback before then but usually at least tried to play safe) , I had lots of casual / anonymous sex (probably 50 to 60 partners per year ... Again a conservative estimate). I hooked up with guys in bathhouses, gone home with strangers from bars, etc. (Not saying I'm a slut but.....). I had hooked up with guys that I knew were positive. And despite all that, I stayed negative until 2006. I was tested every 6 - 1 months and I was diangosed just a couple months after I appear to have seroconverted. So, no, it is by no means a forgone conclusion that you are poz. I do wonder if you are trolling here just a bit since your post above says you are "strictly" a top but your profile lists you as a bottom.

Jeff, I agree. That is very frustrating as well. <lol> See this a lot. Guys who don't give much info about themselves or what "type" of guys they are interested in... But then are rude if you contact them and are not up to their standards. Anyway, thanks all for the feedback.

Thanks for the feedback. It's really been bugging me since he was so upset. Sometimes the level of ignorance, wilful or otherwise, in the gay community about HIV can get real frustrating. From guys like this who bareback absolutely convinced they will never get exposed ... to guys who just don't have any knowledge. Because I have my status in my profiles, sometimes I get asked all sorts of crazy questions. From guys who don't know what undetectable means to those who ask various questions about the very basics of transmission. It's troubling in the gay "community" at large but even crazier when someone who is into barebacking doesn't understand the basics. I do try to cut them some slack. I remember 10 years ago before I was diagnosed I was in a state of wilful ignorance as well

Had a situation a couple weeks ago that has been bothering me so kind of talking through it here. Was traveling to visit family but on my last night I was able to get away to hook up with a guy off Grindr. My Grindr profile lists (in three places) that I'm POZ / undetectable. So before we met up this guy and I were chatting and I'm sure he said he had read my profile (but, this was Grindr, there is always a chance that was a different chat that didn't pan out). I don't remember saying I'm positive in the chat (but may have done because I usually do). While we were chatting we exchanged pics. One of the pics I sent was of me getting fucked bare. He picked up on it and said he liked bareback also. So I got to his place, not much chatting... just right to me sucking him. Once he's ready, we adjourn to the bedroom and he fucks me. No discussion about condoms or status. He gets off and we start getting dressed. And then he says: "I'm clean. You are too, right?" I mention that (as my profile says) I am positive but undetectable. He gets upset and says I should have told him before we had sex. I reply that I thought he knew since it is spelled out in my profile. He kept saying I should have said something. I explain that, since I'm undetectable and was only bottom in our encounter, there is really very very low risk. .. And that he could have asked since he knew I barebacked before. Eventually I decided to just leave. Once back to my car, I blocked him on Grindr (at that point I was worried that he might try to cause trouble). This meant that I lost a record of our chat. Since that night, it has been bugging me. He was right... I should have said verbally that I'm positive. But I also think he had responsibility here as well. He should have asked. He knew I barebacked but didn't ask (until we were done) and didn't mention or offer a condom. As my mother would say, it takes two to tango. Or am I just rationalising my behaviour?

Hot story. Would love to read more.

Quick note: Still working on the semi-sequel to The Decline & Fall of Michael Christian. Hopefully you enjoy this story in the meantime. It's shorter... only this one part (so hopefully that is good news for those who do prefer the shorter stories). And, without further ado, here is Bait & Switch. It was about three months ago. That’s when it happened. When my hole life changed. It had been a long, hard day. My alarm didn’t go off — which meant I overslept and didn’t have time for breakfast. My boss was riding my ass all day — and not in a good way. And to top it all off (no pun intended), I dropped my mobile and cracked the screen. By the time the workday ended, I was in a hell of a mood. I needed to destress a bit. No. Let’s be honest. I needed a good fuck. I dropped off my car at home and took a taxi to the gay neighbourhood in town. I don’t get out to the clubs very often anymore (work is just too crazy) but I felt homesick for one of my favourites. Great music, great drinks, great staff. You know how they say you can’t go home again? It’s true. The bar was full but, at 32, I was probably the oldest guy in there. The music was skewed towards this new and younger crowd… I just found it dull and mindless. Plus most of the staff I used to know had moved on so there weren’t even familiar faces behind the bar. It barely felt like the same bar anymore. I ransacked my memory… how long had it been since I had dropped in? I was surprised to realise it had been my 30th birthday party. Well over a year and a half before. At least the drinks were still good. So I found a (more or less) out of the way corner and sipped my drink. Then another. Then another. Then another. I like to think I’m reasonably attractive guy. I’m no gym bunny but I do keep myself passably fit. Brown hair, hazel eyes, 5 feet 9 inches tall. But none of the guys in the bar so much as said ‘excuse me’ as they pushed past me through the crowd. So I just sat alone in my corner. Drinking. None of this did anything for my mood. Finally, enough was enough. I staggered out of the club. I wasn’t quite ready to go home though… still horny as fuck. I passed some of the other bars but discounted them: the first was too busy, the next was too loud, and at the third the doorman said something about my having been over-served already. So I kept walking. I was about to give up and just hail a cab to head home. And then I looked up and saw where I was. Just ahead of me was the bathhouse. I had never been inside before… I’d always been afraid i would run into someone I knew there. Which would just be awkward. But I had been persistently curious. Could it ever live up to the ‘urban legends’ about the easy sex available within? I paused for just a moment, but horniness and alcohol are a powerful mix. Tonight was the night. I glanced around — just to make sure no one was nearby who knew me — and stepped inside. “Good evening.” The guy at the counter greeted me in a disinterested tone. “Are you a member?” “No… this is my first time in here.” He pushed a sheet of paper towards me. “You will need to fill in this form for your membership.” I took the sheet and began completing it. I was a bit leery about putting any personal information… but I had come this far. No point backing out now. “Locker or room?” “Um… what’s the difference?” He rolled his eyes and pointed to a sign with prices. “The room costs 10 more.” “I guess just a locker.” I gave him back the completed form along the cash. He pushed a towel and a locker key towards me then buzzed me into the bathhouse itself. I walked through into a locker room. I knew enough to know that guys walk around with nothing on but their towel … so a few minutes later I wrapped my towel around my waist, tucked a condom into the elastic armband that held my locker key, and set off to explore. The bathhouse was a fairly large space spread over two floors. In addition to the locker room, on the ground floor I found a small but well stocked bar, a video room showing porn, and ‘wet area’ with a steam room and jacuzzi. Upstairs seemed divided into two parts. To the right of the stairs was a dark area labelled as ‘The Maze”. I decided I wasn’t quite ready for that though. To the left of the stairs was an area with several corridors with small cubicles on either side. One of the cubicles was open and being cleaned by a member of staff. There was a small bed of sorts, a locker, and a screen playing more porn. This, I realised, was the ‘room’ that the clerk had offered. Other than staff and myself, I think I saw 6 guys wandering around. They were older guys, at least late 40’s and not in great shape. Some looked downright I'll. No one I wanted to play around with. It was early though -- only about 9:30 or so. I decided to kill some time and see if the crowd improved. I went back down to the bar and had a couple drinks. Between the drinks at the club and now these, I was definitely buzzed by that point. I wandered over to the video room. There were a couple of the older guys in there, fondling themselves under their towels, but I ignored them and sat on a bench as far away as I could get. The porn wasn’t bad and my own hand found its way under my towel. I was careful though, I didn’t want to get myself off. I ignored the old guys as they entered and left. Just kept focused on the videos. I must have sat in the room for at least 30 minutes. Eventually, however, one of the old guys came and sat beside me. He was at least 60 and had a big beer belly. I tried to move a bit away but another old guy — one of the sick looking guys — was just a few feet away on that side. When the beer belly guy tried to put his hand on my thigh, I stood up quickly and left the video room. I was, however, pleased to discover that more guys had come in while I had been camped in the video room. Hopefully I could find someone who wasn’t quite so disgusting. I went back upstairs but still wasn’t ready to explore the dark maze area so I wandered through the area with the ‘rooms’. Many were closed and dark. Not rented yet, I assumed. A few were closed but with the unmistakable sounds of man-sex audible despite the closed doors. My dick got a little harder. Other doors were open and occupied. I was pleased to see that some of these held guys my age or younger. In one room I saw a cute blond guy, probably early twenties, but he didn’t even look up as I walked by his door. I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was to get his attention so I walked past. It was getting close to the end of the cubicle area and seemed to be striking out. Maybe this was going to be a bust. Maybe those urban legends about the great sex available were just that: myths and legends. And then I walked by the last open door. A man stood opposite, leaning on the back wall of the small room. He made eye contact with me as I walked by his room. I stopped in my tracks. He was one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. Black hair, playfully tussled. Sky blue eyes. Full lips with the hint of a smile. Unshaven stubble. Skin a natural tan. Body lean and muscular. His tall frame — about 6’ 2” best I can guess - made me want to melt into him. His toned arms tucked behind his back. A light feathering of hair on his chest and a noticeable treasure trail leading my eyes to his towel. And the big, hard bulge waiting there. He was so far out of my league it wasn’t even funny. “Hey, how’s it going?” He said with a smile and an Italian accent. “Um… not too bad.” I stammered, licking my lips which suddenly felt dry. He gestured with his head for me to move into the room. I, of course, complied. I didn't even think to close the door. My hands were trembling as I approached him. His arms were still tucked behind his back. Making his chest and crotch seem even more prominent. Maybe it was his unspoken permission. Maybe it was all the alcohol. But — whatever it was —my trembling hands raised to touch his chest. The muscles firm and warm to my touch. “Mmmm. That feels good.” He said. “What is your name?” “Gary.” I replied. “My name is Mario. Your hand feels very good, Gary.” Even the way he said my name made me shiver a bit. But, at the same time, his voice was so calming. Relaxing. I felt more bold. My hand slowly drifted down. From his chest to his abs. Tracing the muscles. Before moving lower. Following his treasure trail. He didn’t stop me. Just watched with that little smile as my hand felt the hardness through his towel. I slowly started to caress him. I felt him swell a bit more. I’ve always been a bit of a size queen. I just love big cocks. My own cock was already hard was a rock and leaking pre-cum. I leaned in and my lips found his. I couldn’t believe this was happening. You have to understand. Mario was so far out of my league. And yet was letting me touch him. Stroke him. Kiss him. And he was kissing me back. He placed a hand on the small of my back. Just above my ass. Just a simple gesture. But, at the same time, possessive. And it just made him even more perfect. I was in his orbit. The moon to his earth. And, although I didn’t stop to think about it at the time, the moth to his flame. His hand slid lower. Caressing my ass through the towel even as I caressed his cock. My hand sliding under his towel for the first time. My fingers wrapping around his hard shaft. A moan escaped from somewhere deep inside me. Only to be lost in his kiss. “You have a nice ass, Gary.” He whispered. His fingers moving under my towel. Tracing down the crack of my ass. Sending shivers down my spine. “You have an amazing cock.” I whispered back. “Do you like it?” He asked. As if my ragged breath wasn’t evidence enough of that. He put his other hand on my shoulder. Pushing me gently. Down to my knees. I did not resist. I wanted him so much. His fingers ran through my hair. My mouth found his cock. Rolling my tongue over the head. Savouring his taste and smell. This was more than I had ever expected. I could feel him bending over me. His fingers moving slowly down my back. Tracing my spine. Reaching my butt. Sliding into the cleft. Circling my hole. “You like getting fucked?” With my mouth full of his dick I could only moan my affirmative reply. “Hot. You are going to get really fucked tonight. I promise.” His finger circling my hole found it’s target. Pushed inside me. “You're tight, babe. You gonna be able to take it all?” Again I moaned my reply and raised my ass to meet this finger. He chuckled above me. Then slid a second finger in. In and out of my hole. Driving me even more wild. His cock was in my throat now. My face tight into his crotch. I was so focused on the taste of him, of his scent, that I barely noticed any sound behind me. Then I felt a second pair of hands touch me. I jumped… but Mario’s hands moved quickly back up my body. One hand on my shoulder (holding me on my knees) and the other on the back of my head (gently holding my face impaled on his big dick). I felt movement behind me and then a warm met tongue find my hole. “Don’t worry. That’s just my buddy.” Mario said. “You don’t mind, do you? It’s really hot seeing him eat your ass. Getting it ready for a good fuck.” Mario seemed genuinely turned on by seeing the other man working his tongue into my hole. At least his cock seemed harder than ever in my throat. And the tongue was pretty damn talented. I figured it was worth it to get Mario inside me. I wished I could see the newcomer but decided to just focus on Mario’s cock. I wanted him good and ready to fuck me. Mario’s hips were gently rocking, sliding his cock in and out of my throat. I wanted this beautiful god to fuck me so bad. Mario whispered something to the other man. I couldn’t make it out. The tongue on my hole moved away. Movement behind me. Was it finally time? Was Mario ready to fuck me? Hands on my hips. Pulling me back slightly. Something touching my hole. Bigger and harder than a tongue. A cock pushing at my tight hole. I tried to make a disapproving sound but Mario’s cock was deep in my throat. “That’s hot, babe.” Mario said. “You should see his cock. It looks so good pushing into you. Really getting me turned on.” I was a bit annoyed but — well — I had come so far and I didn’t want to lose my chance at getting fucked by Mario now. I pulled the condom out from the elastic band on my arm and handed it to the man behind me. He took the condom from my hand but his cock never moved away from my ass for even a moment to put it on. I didn’t get fucked bare. Not ever. But I was conflicted… I really wanted Mario to fuck me. I clenched my hole against the unseen man behind me. Maybe that would be enough to discourage him. But no. The stranger’s palm came down hard on my ass with a loud slap. I jumped, my hole relaxing for just a second... ... And the unseen man pushed the head of his dick in with a sudden thrust. Bare. “Dude.” Mario said above me. “His dick looks so good in your ass. Just let him open you a bit and then, if you want, he can pull out and he can put on the condom.” It made sense. At least it did at that moment. Alcohol and lust really weaken your resolve. I managed to manoeuvre enough to look up at Mario without losing his cock in my throat. He had a smart phone in his hand. My phone. It pointed it towards my face then slowly panned back towards my ass and the man who was working his way deeper inside. He was recording the moment on my phone. He waved my phone. "I'm recording this for you so you can watch later. You don't know how hot this looks." The cock in my hole was pushing deeper. And deeper. He wasn’t as big as Mario. But he was a good size. Damn. It felt so good to get fucked. It had been so long. I needed it. “You like that, don’t you?” Mario asked above me. “You like that cock pounding your hole.” I moaned agreement. “Yeah. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” Mario encouraged me. And I did. I arched my back as much as I could with Mario’s dick in my mouth. I raised my ass to meet the cock pounding my hole. The stranger’s hands were gripping my hips now. His thrusts where hard and erratic. Frenzied. He was grunting. The stranger slammed in balls deep. And froze. A deep guttural growl escaping from somewhere within him. His shaft flexed inside me. He was shooting his load. Inside me. Oh fuck. This stranger, someone I couldn’t even see, had just cum inside me. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. But my heart was pounding. What had I done? What was I doing? The stranger pulled out of my hole. Pulling a trail of warm cum. Which oozed down the back of my balls. “Thanks for the fuck, boy. Hope you like my little gift.” I wanted to turn around and look at him but Mario was thrusting into my throat again. He was clearly really turned on. So… was it time? Was he going to fuck me now? But he didn’t pull out of my mouth. And another pair of hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Another cock touched my hole. And pushed in, balls deep, in one thrust. This cock wasn’t quite as thick as the last but was longer, reaching deeper inside. The body behind me felt different as well. Not as solid. I could hear his flesh slapping against mine. And then he raised up on top of me. I felt a big belly press against the small of my back. Shit. Some fat guy was fucking me. But I was in no position to move away. Pinned between this new man’s body and Mario’s cock in my throat. And, yes, it felt good. His cock felt good inside me. Fuck it felt good. The fat guy was pulling all the way out then thrusting back in to the root. All the way out. Back in. Each time he pulled out of my hole pulsed. Like it was begging the cock to get back in. The last guy’s cum had really slicked up my hole and was dripping out each time the fat man’s cock pulled outside my asslips. The fat man pulled himself further onto my body. Resting his weight on my back. Mario stepped back, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and allowed my head and shoulders to sink to the floor under the fat man’s weight. My ass stayed raised though. Letting him pound me. I wanted this fuck. I was lost in the sensations that these men had awakened in me. “I’m going to cum.” The fat man said. “You want it. Don’t you.” “Yes.” I whispered. Ashamed. Ashamed of the desire burning inside me. Ashamed that I liked his cock, the feeling of him fucking me. “Louder.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” His face came into view as he slid all the way onto my back. The beer belly guy from the video room. Someone I would never have let fuck me. But in the moment, lost in my lust, I didn't tell him no. “Yes. Cum in me. Please. Please cum in me.” “Good boy.” The fat man moaned in my ear. “Since you asked so nicely, here is comes. You're always going to have a little part of me inside you. As long as you live.” He didn’t stop thrusting. But I felt his shaft expand inside me. His flabby arms held me tight. And his cum joined the load from the first man. When he pulled out and stepped away, I didn’t even try to move. I stayed in position. Back arched. Head and shoulders flat to the floor. Ass in the air. An open invitation. And the invitation was accepted. A cock slid between my asscheeks. A big cock. Very big. Sliding up and down the gooey mess that seeped from my ass. Without pushing in. “How many loads does he have?” The third man asked. “You are going to be the third.” “Nice.” The third man pushed a finger into my hole. “Look at me, bitch.” I turned around and looked over my shoulder. The gaunt man from the video room -- somehow I had known it would be him. His cheeks and eyes sunken. His body may have been toned once, you could kind of tell, but now the flesh just sagged. And he had a tattoo. On his groin. Just above his cock. A biohazard. I knew what that meant, of course. “You… you’ve got HIV?” “No, bitch. I’ve got AIDS. And I want to give it to you. I want to fill you up with my toxic cum.And I want you to beg for it. Beg for my big cock. Beg for my toxic cum.” “I… I don’t want… I mean, I’m negative.” “Are you sure? You’ve got two loads in your ass already. Maybe you were negative when you came in here tonight… but how do you know you still are?” I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified. And yet. I was turned on. So turned on. By the thrill. By the risk. By the big dick teasing my ass. I could tell he was big. Bigger than any cock that had ever been in me. Ten inches or more. Thick as a beer bottle. Mario crouched next to me. His hand touched mine comfortingly. His cock just far enough away that I couldn’t reach it. “Your ass looks so hot with a cock in it, babe. So beautiful. And his cock is so big. I want to see him stretching you open. Will you do it for me? Will you let him fuck you?” The big dick was still sliding up and down in the cummy mess of my hole. My sphincter was spasming. My body wanted to feel that cock so much. I looked in Mario’s eyes. His beautiful eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. I nodded to Mario. Yes. He smiled. A gorgeous smile that made my whole body shiver with anticipation. I looked back over my shoulder. To the gaunt man who stood behind me. “Please.” My whole body was trembling. “Please fuck me. I’ve never had a cock that big inside me.” “Are you sure? I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to fuck that hole without mercy. I’m gonna tear you up.” “I want it. I want to feel that big dick in me.” “And there won’t be any pulling out. I’m going to fuck you until I cum in you. I’ve got AIDS. No meds. There is a good chance you will have AIDS soon as well.” “I want your cock. I want your cum. I need it.” “Look at you, you little slut, begging for AIDS cock.” The gaunt man sneered down at me. “I’m going to breed your hole. Make you a proper cumdump.” “Do it… do it, please.” He pushed forward. I thought my hole was open. Ready. But he was big. Thick. Bigger than any cock that had even been inside me. And by a wide margin. He wasn’t even in yet and already I was sweating. The pressure as he pushed his cock against my already battered sphincter was quickly becoming painful. But, as promised, he was merciless. Insistent. My hole began stretching. Slowly. But stretching nonetheless. Opening wide as it could for him. But it wasn’t wide enough. My ass felt like it was being torn apart. Pain ripped through ever inch of my body. My face red. I tried to crawl away. Not to stop him. Just a quick respite from his onslaught. His hand slapped my ass. Hard. “Get your ass back here you fucking little whore.” “Your too big. I can’t take it.” “You can.” The gaunt man laughed. “You will.” And the head of his cock breached my hole. I wanted to cry out. But couldn’t catch my breath. Tears dripped down my cheeks. He didn’t stop his inexorable invasion. Pushing deeper. Never really pausing. Never really pulling back to thrust. Just a glacially slow, seemingly endless, violation. And yet some part of me didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to know what a monster cock really feels like. And every millimetre he drove himself deeper inside me was a victory for me. I could take it. My own cock was shrivelled up. But that didn’t matter. This was about his cock, not mine. “You’re doing really good.” Mario said. But he wasn’t really looking at me. He had a phone in each hand now. Mine and his I assumed. Filming the cock opening my hole. Occasionally returning to my face to capture my expression. I don’t know how long it took. I really don’t. But I realised I could feel the gaunt man’s pubes scratching my ass. I could feel his heavy balls resting on my ass. He was in. He was all the way in. He pulled out. Then lined his dick back up. And breached me again. Still slow. But faster than the first time. Then all the way out. And then back in balls deep. Each time faster that the one before. The sensations raced through my body like a shock. Like lightning. Pain. Pleasure. The words were no longer distinguishable for me. “See, boy?” The gaunt man laughed again. “Told you you would take it. And you’re never going to be that tight again. Good thing you like big dicks. No normal dick is ever going to satisfy you again.” And i knew he was right. There was no way my ass could ever recover for this. He kept picking up the pace. Really fucking me now. “It’s time, cunt.” “Give. It. To. Me. Please.” I groaned as his hips pounded into me. “Here is comes. Ruining your ass forever.” I couldn’t feel him cum. My ass was too stretched, too inflamed, for that kind of sensation. But I knew. Somehow I knew he was filling my guts at that moment. Defiling me. His breathing gradually slowed. "Welcome to the brotherhood, cum dump." He didn’t pull out. He pushed me forward. Off his dick. I fell forward and sprawled on the floor at Mario’s feet. Mario’s hand was a flurry of motion on his cock His cock was rock hard. Dripping precum. He was getting close. I reached up and tried to pull him closer. But he slapped my hand away. “Please.” I begged. “I want you to fuck me next.” He looked at me as if I had two heads on my shoulders. “You? You want me to fuck you?” “Please. I’m doing all this for you.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t fuck bathhouse sluts like you. I just like to watch.” And then his cum exploded. Covering the floor in front of my face. Wasted on the floor when I wanted it more than anything. My mouth dropped open. “But…” Mario stepped up to me. Cum was still dripping from his dick to the floor. He tossed me my phone. “You’ve just been fucked by three different guys. Old guys. Fat guys. You can see it all in the video. I can tell you all three were positive or have AIDS. And who knows what other diseases they have given you.” “But I only did it because you asked me to.” I whined. “Yeah? And I promised that you were going to really be fucked tonight. And now you are. Fucked for life. But look on the bright side. Now that you know what kind of pervert you are, you can be a bit nicer to the old guys here, huh? Yeah. I saw that earlier. You were rude to these guys. They’re just here for the same thing you are. To get some cock. Or some ass. They aren’t here to get treated like crap by guys like you. Well. Like the guy you used to be, right? Because that guy is gone. Corrupted. Remade. Into a POZ pussyboy who will open his ass to anyone for a bit of cum.” He smiled down at me. It was not a friendly smile. But it was still beautiful on him. “So, no. I won’t be fucking you. But tell you what. You can eat my cum off the floor.” I just stared up at him. “You heard me. Clean it up.” He was right. Whoever I had been when I walked in the door was gone. I lowered my head to the floor and my tongue began scooping up the drops of his cum. I wondered how many loads had been shot on this bathhouse floor. How long since it had really been cleaned. And that just made me lick the floor more eagerly. “Yeah.” Mario said. “I thought so.” He turned to the gaunt man. “See you next weekend, Barry.” And then my Italian stud was gone. I was still licking the cum off the floor when the next man moved behind me. His dick pushed into my gaping hole easily. No resistance. I glanced back at the man who had slipped into my ass. He had to be in his sixties at least: old, wrinkled, bald. And there was a line of men waiting. Old men. Fat men. Diseased men. “Damn, Barry, his ass is loose.” The old man called to the gaunt man who was still in the room, watching me. “You really broke this one in.” He was right. i could barely feel his dick sliding in and out of my wrecked hole. He ended up pulling out and jacking himself off over my hole. When he was ready, he slipped the tip back inside me and shot his load. He pulled out and wrapped his towel around his waist. Then something landed next to my head. I picked it up. A $5 bill. “That’s about what your gaping ass is worth now, whore.” The old man said. “And I’m being generous.” And another man took his place. —- Epilogue: That’s how it all started. A few months ago. Just got back from the doctor’s office. Had the “flu” about a month after that night in the bathhouse. So I knew what to expect. But still took me awhile to get the courage to go. So, yeah, I’m positive. Picked up a few other STD’s as well. The doctor asked me who my sexual partners had been. I lied and said I had hooked up with someone when I was out of town and was careless. No names I could give him for previous sexual partners. He didn't believe me but didn't push it either. My life has indeed changed. For the better? For the worse? Who the hell cares. I'm having a blast. I’ve been going back to the bathhouse at least 2 or 3 nights a week. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been fucked there now. I like hanging out in that dark maze. Not able to see who is breeding me. Just taking load after load. When I'm lucky, though, I see Barry and he pummels my ass. I can take his cock so much easier now. He says he wants to make sure his toxic seed takes. And then he will own my ass. I can't wait to tell him he does. I see Mario a lot as well. He always gives me a smile, especially when he sees me with my ass in the air taking any load. He’s never let me suck him again and never fucked me. I guess I understand. But there’s always hope, right? - END -

In Portland tonight (05OCT) for 1 night and striking out on the usual suspects (BBRT, Grindr, etc). Worth going to Hawks in a Monday evening? (I'm not exactly a gorgeous young hung top... Pretty much the opposite. lol).

Was back in Dublin last weekend and went to Boiler House on Sunday night. Unfortunately this trip was a bust. Very sparse crowd and not real action for me at all. Ended up as a very frustrating night.

Met up tonight with an guy I've met before. (There's a pic of his dick pounding my ass in April in my gallery). We met at a sauna 20 something miles from Manchester (yes, he is very worth the drive). He is early to mid-20's, has a beautiful lean toned body, lots of tats (huge turn on for me), and a great cock that is always good for a couple loads. We found a booth and I kissed and licked my way down until I was on my knees before him. I happily took his cock into my mouth and throat. He had me climb up on the bed and we traded blowjobs for awhile. My tongue found its way to his ass and I kissed and licked there as well. For some reason tonight, I had the desire to do something I haven't done in years: top. I wanted my dick in his ass. (It has, quite literally, been years...the last time I fucked someone was I think around 2010). He is mostly top but was willing. So he got on all fours and I pushed it in. Have to admit, he felt really good. We flipped and he penetrated me. I asked if his was going to get revenge. He laughed and said 'Oh yeah. And started to pound my ass good. A few minutes later he gave me his first load in my ass. Love the feeling of cum dripping from my hole and down my balls. We flipped again and he rode my dick for a bit. So hot to watch this beautiful stud impale himself and feel my cock sliding in him. Took a short break to catch our breath. Then he pushed his dick in my mouth and fed me his second load. We then cuddled for a few minutes. His lean body snuggled up against my back and ass. So this has been a great week. Sunday I got fucked and bred by a hot ginger (my Pride weekend fuck). Monday night (really Tuesday morning) got piss fucked got the first time (details are posted a bit earlier in this topic), and today I got these loads in my ass and mouth. (When it rains, it pours... But looking forward to repeats with all three of these guys in the future). And, yes,I do love being a proper slut / cumdump. :-)

Thanks all for the likes and comments. It really is good to hear that you enjoyed the story.

A bit of work but it was fun as well.

Part 14: Epilogue - Decade Viktor: Had they ever been so young? Viktor wondered, looking at the framed picture in his hands. The picture Tommy had taken on Halloween ten years ago. It had been three weeks since the funeral. Scott’s funeral. He had been sure his tears would run dry eventually. But he still cried himself to sleep every night. It had been so sudden. Witnesses had said Scott was crossing the street. Drunk driver. Ran a red light. Scott was gone before Viktor could even get to the hospital. Viktor had been sure he would be the first to go. Scott tested positive a few months after they started dating but had always stayed pretty healthy. Viktor had not been so lucky. He was that one who always been hardest hit by the disease. They surely shared the same strain, but Scott had responded to well to the meds. Viktor had not. Tommy and Greg had been at the funeral but Viktor barely remembered seeing them. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Not even old friends. He stood and walked over to the mirror. The wasting had set in within months of that Halloween night a decade ago. His cheeks hallowing out. His eyes becoming sunken. Work had dried up of course. No one wanted to hire a model who looked sick. Even companies selling HIV meds and services wanted handsome, healthy looking men. But Scott had stayed with him, had loved him, through it all. They had shared ten wonderful years together. Viktor knew he had let himself go even further since Scott died. He hadn’t shaved since the morning of the funeral. He just couldn’t be bothered. The beard, like his hair, was grey and disheveled. He barely recognised himself. And yet, he knew that face in the mirror. He had seen it ten years ago. On the night of the “seance”. The man who had fucked him. Infected him. “Hello Viktor.” A voice said behind him but there was no reflection in the mirror. Viktor turned slowly. The demon stood there, looking much as he had done years ago. If anything, he seemed younger. Viktor felt a wave a bitterness as he looked at the creature. “I’ve been expecting you, Zburător. Or do you still prefer Sebastian?” “I think we have more important matters to discuss that what you choose to call me. It is time for the third payment. I believe the terms were that the third payment would be do ‘after a heart is broken beyond hope.’ That seems to be a fairly accurate description of you, don't you think?“ “Why should I make this last payment? What if I refuse?” The demon tilted it’s head as if considering something. “If you recant now, everything that followed on from the night of the contract will never have happened.” “And that is supposed to be a threat? Look at me. Look at what your contract has done to me.” Zburător’s laugh was cruel. “Do you really not understand? If there had been no contract. then there would have been no love with Scott. He would have continued to resent you, to hate you, and — eventually — he would have succeeded in driving you out of his little circle of friends. You had ten years of happiness together. Would you throw them away so lightly?” “No. I would not throw them away.” Viktor’s voice was just a whisper. “But would he still be alive?” “No.” The demon said with a smile. “If you break your contract, I will make sure that he doesn’t. And I will make sure that you remember just enough to know what you lost. But you will remember none of the details. All those memories would be lost. Was your time together worth so little?” “That’s not fair.” “Did you really expect me to be ‘fair’?” Viktor was trapped. He had no option. None. He couldn’t give up those years with Scott. Not even to get his health back. “What is it you want me to do?” “You are going to fuck two men, breed them, and infect them with HIV. the same as you did to Scott.” “Who?” “Oh come now. You already know who one of them is. Michael did not recognise you, but you recognised yourself in the club that night. You told me so. And now you recognise that future self when you look in the mirror. You are going to, quite literally, go fuck yourself.” “And the second man?” “You have provided me entertainment.. and sustenance from you and your friends. I’m feeling generous and have chosen to reward you. You will be the one who takes Michael Christian’s virginity. Or, depending how you look at it, you already were that man.” Viktor nodded slowly. It made sense now. A little piece of the puzzle falling into place. But could he do this? He had already let the demon manipulate him into infecting Scott. Something he had always regretted. He hadn’t seen Michael in years. Hadn’t really thought much about him really. Michael had changed. Not just his appearance, or the strange ageing that set in so suddenly, but something more fundamental. It was like part of him was missing. Some part of his soul. Like Viktor and Scott, he had tested positive within months of that Halloween night. He tried to hide it but the virus left it’s mark on his body, as it had with Viktor himself. As Viktor and Scott had settled into domestic bliss, Michael had taken a different route. He was the subject of gossip in the gay community: the ‘total top’ who had fucked every pretty boy he wanted… was in the bathhouses four or five nights a week. Always face down, ass in the air, begging guys to use him. He had even ended up going some bareback films for some website that specialised in guys with the “poz look”. Until he had gotten too sick even for them. So they had drifted apart. All this was Viktor’s fault. He conducted the ceremony that summoned Zburător. He had lied to his friends and told them it was a seance. He had tricked them into the contract. How could he do what the demon was asking? How would he ever live with this guilt? But, no. It didn’t matter, did it? He couldn’t refuse. He couldn’t loose those ten years with Scott. He couldn’t let the demon cause Scott’s death even earlier. Not even to save himself or Michael. Even if his soul was damned for what he was about to do. He had no choice. “I agree.” “Excellent. Take my hand.” Viktor reached out and took the offered hand. It was like holding a piece of ice. “How does this work?” “I, and my kind, don’t see time quite the way you do. You are caught in the current of time, pulled along in it’s ebb and flow like the flotsam you are. My kind… we are not. But you don’t need to worry about that. You have other matters to attend to.” He whispered instructions into Viktor’s ear. Viktor nodded. And then the room began to grow dark. Like the light was moving away. Everything seemed… fuzzy. Indistinct. The room was spinning around him. Faster. Faster. And then everything shattered around him. And he was falling. Into a perfect darkness. And then there were lights and music and sweating men everywhere. The Club. Ten years ago. Halloween. Just an hour or so after the so-called seance. Back to the beginning. And there was Michael. Not yet changed. Still young, and beautiful, and arrogant. And yet strangely alone. No one looking at him. The demon’s doing, of course. Your eyes just wanted to slide off him. Scott was not to be seen at the moment. But there, out on the dance floor, was the younger version of himself. Their eyes met. The younger Viktor recognising his face in the older, sickly Viktor. Viktor could remember the fear and confusion he had felt all those years ago. But that was not important. His encounter with the younger Viktor was later. He turned and walked up behind the Michael. The other man did not see him. He took a deep breath. I’m doing this for us Scott. To make sure we have those years together. Viktor leaned in close and shouted over the noise of the club. “Hey.” - END - And that's the end of this story. Thanks to those who have sent likes and messages. Working on a few other stories and hope to have one up here soon.

Part 13: The Alley Michael: “Happy New Year.” Scott said before Viktor pulled him in for a long passionate kiss. Tommy broke off his own kiss with Greg and raised his glass. “Cheers, everyone!” Michael forced a smile. He didn’t really want to be here. Stuck with two couples on New Years Eve. But it wasn’t like he had any other offers. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened on his trip out of town. Five men, including the gaunt stranger, had fucked him that night. His ass had been sore for days afterwards. But he had felt something else as well. A hunger. A craving. He wanted that feeling again. He looked up and saw David from the gym. The personal trainer didn’t even notice him. Some twink was cozying up to him and the personal trainer was clearly going to give the boy what he wanted. The same thing that Michael wanted. “Be right back, guys.” He said. The bar had a smoker’s courtyard and, with the weather being so cold, it was the quietest place available. Michael pulled out his phone and dialled Seb’s number. “We’re sorry this number is disconnected or not in service at this time… “ the recording said. Michael hung up and put his phone away. Michael had tried the number at least 15 or 20 times in the last couple weeks since the night in the bathhouse. He knew what the result would be, but he found himself trying again and again. Hoping against hope for a pleasant surprise. But no. Seb seemed to have disappeared completely. Stepping back inside, Michael headed for the men’s room. The line there was too long so he slipped out the service door into the alley. He stepped into the shadow and pulled out his dick to take a piss. “Looks like I’m not the only one who thought the line was too long.” “Oh… hey Tommy. “ A bit late to be embarrassed now. The twink stepped up alongside him. Close. Michael could smell the alcohol on his breath. The kid should have stopped an hour ago. He was cute though. Michael had always thought the twink too flamboyant for his tastes… but, right now, Michael thought his friend just looked incredibly sexy. Tommy: Tommy’s eyes trailed down Michael’s body to his open fly and licked his lips. He had always wanted a taste of that dick. Or better yet, to feel it inside him. Michael might not seem quite as beautiful as he had once been. But Tommy still thought he was gorgeous. Just like the guys he had crushes on in school. The ones who tormented and beat him up. He had hated them, but wanted them to like them. Feared them but lusted them. Like those high school crushes, however, Michael had never shown any interest. Tommy had seen the guys Michael went for. And they didn’t look like him. Michael hooked up with and then discarded guys like Victor… not skinny “twinks” like himself. So Tommy had just settled for watching him from afar. Sneaking glances in the showers at the gym if they happened to be there together. But there was something different tonight. Something he couldn’t quite figure out. Tommy pulled out his cock. He was more than half hard and not just because he had to pee. Two streams of piss hit the wall. When the piss stopped, however, neither man put his dick away. Yes. There was something different going on tonight, Tommy thought. And he felt strangely fearless. Michael: Michael found his own eyes sliding down Tommy’s body. To the crotch where the twink’s dick hung out of his fly. The kid’s slim frame only made the dick look even larger. Tommy brazenly reached out and wrapped his fingers around Michael’s dick and slowly started to stroke. “Damn. I’ve always wanted to do this.” “Um… Tommy… what about Greg?” “Don’t worry so much.” Tommy whispered. “We have an open relationship. Plus what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” The logic made sense to Michael. He stretched his own fingers out and wrapped around the big dick hanging out of Tommy’s tight jeans. The slim man look startled but his dick grew even harder. Michael’s mouth was watering. He was so damn horny. He wanted that dick — wanted to suck it, wanted to feel it inside him. But how would the kid react? Tommy’s reputation as a power bottom was almost as infamous as Michael’s own reputation - well deserved until recently - as a total top. Michael knew he had changed, that he had crossed a line that night in the bathhouse. But this was different. This was someone he knew. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just how horny he felt, or just that craving he felt inside. But he decided nothing else mattered. Just the craving. He slowly bent over and took Tommy’s turgid dick into his mouth. “Fuck!” Tommy hissed. But he didn’t push Michael away. Michael could taste a strange musky saltiness. Piss, he realised. The last few drops of piss hadn’t quite dripped from the drunk twink’s dick. His tongue swirled around the cockhead, savouring the flavour. He breathed deeply. Enjoying the smell of Tommy’s crotch. The lad had been on the dance floor earlier so he was sweaty in his tight jeans. Tommy: This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Michael was a top. Everyone said so. Tommy wondered for a moment if he had slipped in the dark alley and hit his head. Maybe this was all a delusion. No. The sensations he was feeling were real. That really was Michael Christian sucking his dick. As impossible as that seemed. Tommy’s precum was flowing freely. and he had a hand on Michael’s head. He wasn’t going to last for long. His breath was ragged. His muscles tightening. And them Michael pulled away. Letting the dick slide from his mouth. Tommy groaned. He had been close. Very close. Michael: The dick felt so good, tasted so good, but Michael wanted something else. Something more. Sucking Tommy’s dick had only made that longing in his hole worse. Like an itch. With just one way to scratch it. Michael unfastened his pants and pushed them down his thighs, his naked ass glinted slightly in the pale moonlight. He looked over his should and Tommy’s jaw had, quite literally, dropped. But he still didn’t protest as Michael backed his naked ass back up. Lining his hole up with that beautiful shaft. Wincing slightly as the twink’s hips pushed forward. Instinctively. Too horny - and too drunk … and too inexperienced as a top — to be gentle. Two inches buried themselves in Michael’s dry hole. Michael moaned. God! He needed this. He felt whole. Complete. Topping another guy had never felt so good, so right, as having another man inside you. And — at least at this moment — didn’t care if someone heard him. Tommy: The twink’s hips were thrusting. He wanted to cum so bad. He had never really been interested in topping but this felt good. Hell yes, it felt so good. And the fact that it was Michael Christian — total top, the guy who reminded him of those guys in high school — that just made it feel even better. “I’m gonna shoot!” “Do it Tommy.” Michael encouraged him. “Don’t stop. Give it to me.” “Oh shit… here it comes. Take it!” Tommy opened his mouth. Wordlessly. His cock spasming. Unable to stop his hips slamming into Michael’s ass repeatedly. Filling his friend’s ass with his seed. Finally his body slowed. His muscles relaxing but his breathing still ragged. “Tommy? Michael?” A voice said from the door leading into the alley. “What the hell?” Michael: Michael’s turned and his face went pale. Greg stood in the doorway. He tried to stand up but Tommy didn’t move. “Greg… sweetie…” The twink stammered, his cock deflating in Michael’s ass. “This isn’t what it looks like.” Greg raised an eyebrow, glanced back into the club to make sure no one else was following him, them stepped into the alley closing the door behind him. “Oh, I think it is perfectly obvious that it is EXACTLY what it looks like.” Greg said, frowning. His tight white T-shirt was stretched over his pecs. It was pulled up just enough that one of his tattoos was visible as the muscles in his arm twitched. The construction worker stepped closer. Michael didn’t want to fight. He was quite sure he would lose. Then Greg laughed. “Fuck. you two should see your faces.” Michael breathed a sigh of relief. “You aren’t mad? I thought you were going to kill me.” “Mad? No. Shocked as hell. But not mad.” He put a calloused hand on Michael’s ass. “This is pretty hot really. My power bottom boyfriend just fucked your ass, dude. I've told him before that he should share that dick of his. But I thought you were a ‘total top’?” “What can I say.” Michael turned his head and gave Tommy a wink. The twink still stood, in shock, right behind him. “He has a fantastic cock.” “I’m rather fond of it myself.” Tommy said wryly. He finally stepped back, pulling his softened dick from inside Michael. “So. The real question is: is this a private party or can anyone join in?” Greg smiled. His hand sliding down Michael’s butt and into his crack. Feeling his boyfriend’s cum dripping out of the hole. “I see that you are already lubed up.” Michael didn't think words were necessary. He reached out a hand and caressed the front of Greg’s jeans. Feeling the hardness there. Yes. He wanted another cock in him. He wanted to keep feeling the sensation of getting powered. Bred. He bent forward a bit more. His ass raising up, clearly on offer. Greg just smiled and unbuttoned his jeans. Viktor: “Where have you guys been?” Scott said. “It’s been ages.” Viktor looked up to see Michael, Tommy, and Greg returning to the table. Michael just shrugged. “Lines in the men’s room are obscene tonight.” Viktor raised an eyebrow. The three men looked a bit… what was the word… disheveled. Had something gone on between them? No. Couldn’t be. Still, he told himself, maybe it was better not to ask questions. No one spoke for a moment. Everyone seemed lost in their own worlds. Scott leaned into Viktor’s shoulder and breathed a sigh of contentment. It was Tommy who broke the silence. “Oh. I was going through my phone today and saw this picture from Halloween, do you remember it?” “Viktor has it framed at the apartment.” Scott offered. Michael stared at the picture but didn’t say anything. Viktor knew the other man was comparing how he had looked two months ago with how he looked now. He felt a bit guilty. This was because of the bargain he had made with Zburător, a bargain he had tricked Michael and Scott into joining. Still, age caught up with everyone in the end. And Viktor wouldn’t give up the relationship he had fallen into with Scott for anything. Viktor had told his lover that he was positive, if not how it came about, and Scott had said he didn’t care. “It’s been a strange few months.” Viktor said. He took a last look at the picture before Tommy put the phone away.

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Note: Here is part 12.... note that this is the second "chapter" posted today so scroll up and read the short interlude "Plans Over Coffee" (AKA: Part 11) above if you missed it. Not essential but helps set the scene for the below. Just two more chapters are this one. And away we go! Part 12: Surrender Michael: Michael wrapped his towel around his waist and strolled out into the bathhouse. Seb was waiting for him somewhere in the building. He wished they were back in his hotel room. But Seb had wanted this so they were here. He was so tired. He hadn’t slept well yet again last night. His dreams were… strange. The idea of getting fucked had never appealed to him. Never. So why was he dreaming about it now? The bathhouse was busy but no one really looked at him. He was almost used to it now. He wandered among the cubicles. No sign of Seb. The dark room? Nothing. Had the other man not yet arrived? The next room was fairly large with an open area taking up must of the space. Along the edges a raised platform, just a couple steps up… just high enough for a guy to stand there and have his cock be more or less mouth height for someone on the main floor. The wood railing allowed the guy getting his dick sucked to stand without falling on top of the poor cocksucker. Seb stood in the middle of the main floor. Michael paused for a moment — as if unsure whether to join the cocksuckers or move onto the platform around the edges of the room. He cursed himself. What was he thinking? He was a top. He didn’t suck cock. What happened with David was just a fluke. He made eye contact with Seb then stepped onto the platform and walked around to stand over him. Michael was already hard. Seb looked up at him with a smile. Then his hand was on Michael’s thigh and sliding up under his towel. The hand on his thigh pulled him tight against the railing. Seb’s lips teased his cock through the towel for a moment before pulling it free and sliding into his mouth. His wet, warm, wonderful mouth. Men were moving around the raised platform, moving slowly, looking for a willing mouth to fill. There was plenty of room though so Michael didn’t even have to move to let them move by. Other men milled around, so close. Hovering. It took a moment but Michael realised they were watching. They were looking at his face, his body, his cock. Lust and jealousy in their eyes. They wanted what Seb was getting. For the first time in months, he was the centre of attention. And it was intoxicating. It felt almost like old times. It didn’t matter that these guys weren’t up to his old standards. They wanted him. He felt like a star as they licked their lips and tried to make eye contact. But Seb’s mouth, his throat, were too good to pull out of. Let the other men look. It only excited him more. Seb’s hands were on his butt, pulling him deeper into the willing throat. And Michael obliged as those hands kneaded his ass like bread dough. Pulling the towel up and away to get better access to Michael’s asscheeks. Damn that felt good. So good. His whole body was tingling. His body was sweating but his mind felt relaxed, almost like he was dreaming but he knew he was awake. No dream had ever felt so good. Like laying naked in the warm summer sun as a gentle breeze danced across your body. Awake but totally lost in the perfect calmness. Then there was someone behind him. Fingers touching his back, sliding down to his butt. Michael tensed, started to turn around to push the other man away… but then Seb did something in his throat that sent whole new waves of pleasure through him. He sagged slightly into the railing. ‘Relax. It’s ok. Don’t fight it.’ It was Seb’s voice, but that was impossible. Seb’s mouth was full of his dick. And felt the man behind him move closer. Felt someone’s chest on his back, a hard cock touch his ass. He could smell faint smell of fresh perspiration, the kind a guy gets when he is sexually excited. ‘Can you smell that? The masculinity. The smell of desire. Of Sex. Seb’s voice again, echoing as if he were only hearing it in his mind. The man behind him reached around Michael’s chest. Fingers playing at his nipples. Sending shivers up and down his spine. The man’s masculine aroma surrounded him now. And it was strangely alluring. Intoxicating. Only adding to the dreaminess of the moment. ‘Aren’t you curious? Don’t you wonder how it feels? Have you never wondered?’ The voice in his mind was so rhythmic. So calm. The dreams. The recent dreams where he was getting fucked. Yes. He must have wondered. He could remember being turned off by the thought. But that felt so far away now. Some part of him must be — must always have been — curious. Right? The man behind him kissed across his shoulder blades. Fingers slipped into his ass crack spreading a warm gel around his hole. Circling. Circling. Moving inward. Ever so slightly. ‘You are a stranger in town. No one knows you here. No one will ever know that you let this happen. There will never be a better time to see what it feels like.’ Yes. This was the perfect time to try. To see how he had been making other men feel all these years. The finger sliding around his hole. Touched the centre. Gentle but firm. Pressure. This body barely resisting. Sliding inside him. Coating his insides with that warm gel. A second finger stretching his tight ring. A hand on his back guided him to bend forward, to lean over the railing, to allow his ass to rise. Seb’s hand’s, still reaching around, spreading his ass cheeks. Cool air caressing his puckered hole. He felt confused for a moment. He had always been curious. Right? He had always wondered how a bottom feels when he gets penetrated. Hadn’t he? Hadn’t he always wanted this? Surely he had never been turned off by the thought? Something touched him. Something big and hard. Touching that spot. Pushing. But wait… he was a top. This wasn’t right. His body tensed, started to raise up. He didn’t get… ‘Relax.’ That voice in his mind again. He wanted to question it, to question why it was Seb’s voice, but it was so hard to concentrate. ‘You feel so good right now. Relax. Let him take you. You want it.’ Yes. He wanted this. Just this once to see how it felt. He thought about asking the stranger to put on a condom, but the thought slipped away. Forgotten. He leaned forward again over the railing. “I…I’ve never been fucked before.” The pressure on his sphincter increased. Pushing. Demanding. And Michael Christian pushed back into it. Into the cock at his hole. Into the fuck. The head pushed partway inside him and pain exploded. Everywhere. As if something were ripping him open. He howled. His body screamed at him to make it stop. But he wanted it. Oh fuck. Despite the pain, he wanted it. And the hands held him steady. Seb’s hands. This other man’s hands. Michael turned around, suddenly wanting to see who was taking his virginity. The man had greying hair, an unkempt beard, and a gaunt face. with sunken eyes. Halloween… the freak from halloween. “You have no idea how long I wanted this ass. How long you made me wait.” The stranger said. “So give me that hole, bitch. Give up your cherry to me.” The head of the cock was inside Michael now. Pushing deeper. The pain… unreal. But something else. Pleasure. His body was responding to the invader. It wanted more. “Yeah….” the stranger grunted into his ear. “That’s it, you whore. Let me all the way inside.” Seb was still sucking his cock. But even that paled in comparison to the sensations coming from his ass. His hole. And more than the physical. Something emotional as well. Something about giving himself to this man. This pale, gaunt figure. Closeness, yes. But more than that. Something about yielding. About succumbing. About giving himself to another man without holding anything back. He had never felt so complete. He had never felt like more of a man. Another inch pushed inside. “Tell me you want it.” There was something so familiar about that voice. About the way he spoke certain words, made certain sounds. but Michael just couldn’t place it. ‘Tell him.’ The voice in his mind whispered. So softly. So seductively. ‘Tell him you you want to feel his cock inside you.’ Michael’s voice was barely audible. “I want it…” “What is it you want? Say it.” ‘Beg him to fuck you. Beg him to take away the burden of your dominance… to make you free.’ Michael felt something bend in his mind, his soul. Some part of himself simply gave way. Surrendered. “I want you to fuck me. I need it. I need your cock. All of it.” Another inch. Another. Pounding. Relentless. The crowd was circling now. Watching Seb suck Michael’s dick. Watching the stranger, gaunt and sick, pound his formerly virgin hole. Listening to him beg for the cock. Michael could feel the other man’s balls slapping against his ass. Balls deep. “Oh hell yeah. All the way inside.” The stranger sounded triumphant. The crowd cheered him on. “Fuck that faggot.” Someone yelled. The crowd laughed. “You want that don’t you?” The stranger taunted him above the jeering crowd. “You want my cum in your ass… don’t you?” “Yes. Yes. Do it. Please…” “Don’t worry, boy. I’m going to breed you. Going to finish the job. Going to make that hole into a pussy.” The thrusts grew harder. The gaunt stranger’s hands on his Michael’s hips. Pulling him back into the fuck. The stranger’s grip on his hip was tightening. “Going to cum inside you. Going to ruin you. Going to give you what you deserve.” Michael’s face was red. His eyes clenched in pain. Tears dripping from his eyes. But his mouth just formed one word. Repeated over and over. “Yes. Yes. Yes…” Michael was close himself. His balls were drawing up as Seb’s expert mouth idolised his cock. “Here is comes….” The stranger grunted. “… Take my POZ load!” And his dick erupted. “POZ?” Michael’s lips formed the word but he could make no sound… … and then the words meant nothing to Michael as he shot his own load down Seb’s throat. His whole body seemed to quiver. To throb. To shake. As if something were being sucked out of him. Something vital. Something integral to who he had always been. Going. Going. Gone. Michael’s body collapsed on the railing. His spent cock, already going soft, slipping out of Seb’s mouth. The stranger’s dick sliding from his ass. He felt strange. More exhausted than ever. Weak. The stranger slapped his ass, surprisingly gently. “I’m sorry. I’m just doing was has to be done.” Michael couldn’t process the stranger’s words. Instead he turned back to Seb who was looking up at him with a smile. A triumphant smile. A cruel smile. ‘You were a tasty meal, my pet. But you have nothing left to offer me.’ Seb’s voice again… but the other man’s lips did not move. Just his voice echoing in Michael’s mind. ‘We are done.’ And Seb turned. And was gone. The stranger had disappeared into the crowd as well. Michael started to lift himself off the railing. What was going on? He needed to find Seb… But hands pushed him roughly back over. “Where do you think you are going, slut?” Michael turned to look at this new man behind him. The man was older, maybe late 50’s, and heavyset. His big belly hung over his crotch. But Michael could only see the swollen cock under the big belly. Jutting up from his crotch. Big and thick as Michael’s own. Rock hard. And he wanted that cock inside him. No. He needed it. Needed to feel it pounding his hole. To feel this man using him. He raised his ass, offering it to this pot-bellied stranger. And moaned as the man slid deep inside in one hard thrust. Just the gaunt stranger’s cum for lube. “You’ve got several of us really horned up, boy. “ The heavyset man laughed. “It would be rude to leave us unsatisfied, don't you think? I think you have a long night ahead of you.”

Note: Hope to get part 12 up later tonight to catch up a bit on the story. Part 11: Interlude - Plans Over Coffee Michael: Michael tried not to stare. He took a sip of his coffee to try to hide his shock. Scott hated Viktor. He was sure of it. His friend had never made any secret of it. So why were the two of them sitting across the coffee shop table draped over each other like lovers? And the two acted as if there was nothing strange. As if their romance was the most expected thing in the world. It was as if the world had gone mad. Topsy turvy. It made no sense. But then what did these days? He was Michael Fucking Christian. Not two months ago, the world was his oyster. A man who other men craved, who could pull without so much as a snap of his fingers. But look at him now. He felt tired… no, not just tired. Exhausted. Burnt out. He hadn’t been sleeping well. And he hated his reflection. He looked as though he had aged five years (if not more) in those two months. The grey hair at his temples was noticeable even with his blond hair. His skin dry, starting to wrinkle, no matter what he did. His workouts not delivering the same results. And then there was what had happened with David. No! He wouldn’t think about that. He still didn’t know what had happened. It was a one time thing. A fluke. But every time he thought about it, he could feel that cock in his mouth. Taste the cum. And his dick would get hard. Like now. And, just another bit of strangeness, he didn’t think Scott had really seen what was happening to him. Scott’s eyes, like the eyes of virtually all men, just seemed to slide off him most of the time. Not really noticing him. Viktor, on the other hand, had noticed. There was something in his eyes when he looked at Michael now. Awareness. Pity maybe. “So.. um…good to see you both.” “It’s been a crazy autumn. Can’t believe it’s almost Christmas.” Scott said with a smile, glancing at Viktor. “And I’ve got the best present imaginable.” Michael wanted to gag. But he forced a smile. He wasn’t sure what annoyed him more: Scott not really looking at him anymore or his friends being so happy while he was so miserable. It was a relief when the two men finished their coffee and had to rush off somewhere. Together. They seemed joined at the hip. His phone rang. He glanced at the screen and quickly took the call. “Hey, Seb!” “Hey, gorgeous. How are you doing?” “Better now that I’m talking to you.” And it was true. Seb always did brighten his day. When Seb called it meant they would be fucking soon. “Flatterer. Just wondering if you want to meet up this week?” “Would love to, but have to go out of town this afternoon on business.” “Unfortunate. Where are you headed?” Michael told him. “That’s not too far. I could meet you there.” “That sounds good to me.” Michael paused, old doubts about Seb returning. “But I don’t want to be any trouble.” “Not a problem to me.” Seb paused. “In fact, that gives me a great idea. There is a good bathhouse there. Let’s meet there.” Michael frowned. Despite his doubts, he was relieved the Seb wanted him — he was so horny — but he didn’t want to go to the bathhouse. Not the way he looked now. He wanted Seb all to himself. But he couldn’t tell Seb no. Other than the one encounter with David in the gym, Seb was the only man who would look at him. Not that he blamed them. Michael knew he looked a wreck. And Seb was so beautiful, so vibrant. Such a hot man but so mature for someone his age. And the other man’s sex drive? Fucking hell. He was insatiable. Michael craved the other man’s attentions. The last thing he needed was Seb getting bored with him. So he tried to sound upbeat when he replied. “Sure… that sounds great.”