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Marcus and I finished a lazy breakfast, and decided to grab a coffee each from the machine in a takeaway cup that we could enjoy with a bit of fresh air and a cigarette outside. There were some picnic tables on the grass round the side of the hotel, where we plonked ourselves and lit up. It was only once we had sat down that we noticed a guy hanging around near the entrance to the hotel wearing a hoodie, with his hood up. This might not have been unusual, but there was something about his body language that made him look nervous. We saw him fish out a cigarette and light it, though we could still not see his face. Then he turned, and though he was still quite shaded under the hood, it was obvious that it was Evan. He kept glancing into the lobby of the hotel, but finally he looked towards us and knew he had been spotted. He stared at us for a moment, and then slowly walked over. I made room for him on my side of the picnic bench, and he sat himself down and then stared at the tabletop as he smoked his cigarette. “What brings you back here?” I eventually asked him. “I, er, was out for a walk and just found myself here” he said. “Bullshit” I replied. “Have you come to beg us for the footage or something?” “No” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me again.” I looked over at Marcus, whose eyes had gone wide. “Did you go to the infirmary?” I asked. “No” Evan replied. “If we fuck you again then it might take” Marcus said. “The longer you leave it, the greater the risk the pills won’t work.” “I’m not gonna take the pills” Evan said. “What?” Marcus and I said at the same time. “I’m not going to” he repeated. “But you’re married” I said. “She’s cheating on me” he replied. “Found out last time I was home.” “Oh” I said. “That sucks. But that doesn’t explain why you’re not protecting yourself.” He took a last inhale of his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray built into the picnic table. He pulled out his pack and lit another one, then finally looked up at me. “Fuck it” he said. “I’ve been fucking guys my whole adult life, and now I know how awesome it is to be the one getting fucked. I don’t care anymore.” “They’ll discharge you if you get infected” Marcus said. “Not any more” Evan replied. “Looked it up last night, and you can still serve if you go on meds.” “Oh” I replied. “Didn’t know that.” “Yeah, so, you know…” Evan started, before pausing. “I guess what I’m saying is that I want you guys to fuck me some more, and what happens, happens.” “You sure?” asked Marcus. “Yes” said Evan. “How long are you in town for?” “A few days” I replied. “Then how about you fuck me every day you’re here?” he said, managing a small smile. He didn’t have long before he needed to be back for training, so we took him upstairs and spitroasted him until we’d both blown a poz load in his hole. He was eager for it from the outset, all traces of the resistance he had shown during his first fuck gone as he arched his back and made his hole and throat fully available to us. We would have loved to both fuck a second load into him, but he had to get back. While we briefly rested on the bed he let us know his likely availability so we could plan around it, and then he took a quick shower and headed off. Marcus and I couldn’t quite believe things had taken this turn, but we weren’t going to say no to the opportunity to help Evan fully embrace this side of himself. I assumed he would probably say he was bi or something, but I didn’t really care either way. I was more concerned with getting him to reveal the best spots for catching more of my past fuckers out getting some action. We rested up a bit, and then decided to check out another spot that Grant’s contact had suggested. This was a small car park next to a substation on the edge of some woods round the other side of the base. Normally accessed off the main road, there were a couple of unofficial trails that led there which soldiers sometimes used for off-base runs, and indeed I had done so myself back in the day without knowing there was a cruising spot there. We decided to walk there rather than risk scaring anyone off with the car, and I wore cargo trousers for quick access to cameras in the various pockets. We found the rough area after a while, and hid in separate bushes as there wasn’t anywhere that looked big enough for us both to stay out of sight together. We waited for quite a while, and I was almost at the point of giving up, but then two guys out running approached. I had assumed they would go right past, but they slowed to a walk on the trail and then darted off together until they were behind a large tree really close to where I was hiding. I just crouched there and watched with an open mouth as Wayne “Rooney” Pollock and Jimmy “Cricket” Roberts took a quick look around, and then embraced in a deep and hungry snog. They went at each other like animals, before Jimmy squatted down, pulled on the hem of Wayne’s shorts, and swallowed his cock whole. There was no gagging, just a full deep throat straight off the bat. He gave Wayne an expert blowjob for a couple of minutes, and then they changed positions and Jimmy was soon moaning as his cock was licked and sucked. Then Wayne stood back up, and they re-embraced in a kiss. I took the opportunity of Jimmy stepping towards the tree to pull the GoPro out of my pocket, his footsteps on the leaves likely masking any noise I inadvertently made by moving my arm. I quickly worked to sync it to my phone, and then put it up to a gap in the leaves to start capturing Wayne giving his battalion mate a rim job. This lasted only a minute or two, and then Wayne stood up, put his cock to Jimmy’s hole, and pushed in. I gaped at the two of them as a frenetic fuck began, not believing what I was seeing from these two guys who had both had fiancées when I was still serving with them. This was clearly something they did a lot, from the technique of the blowjobs to the ease with which Jimmy had been penetrated. The fact that they were both into all of it was made clear when Wayne blew inside Jimmy, and then took his place leaning against the tree so he could be fucked himself. Jimmy’s cock looked thick from where I was crouched, but Wayne took it without any problem and seemed to love every minute of it being inside him. I texted Marcus to be ready to go, and then as soon as Jimmy blew his load I stopped filming, set the footage to upload, and then loudly got out from the bush. Wayne and Jimmy both darted their heads towards me in shock, and then in the other direction as they heard Marcus emerging from his hiding place as well. “Hey boys” I said. “Thanks for the show.” “Fucking hell Ballard” Wayne said. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “I’ve got really into bird spotting and came out here to do some of that” I said. “I’m into beetles and spiders” Marcus added with a smirk, as he came to stand next to me. The two soldiers just stared at us, their shorts still down around their ankles and cum dripping from their holes. “What do you fucking want” Jimmy growled, sensing they were on the back foot in the situation. “Well” I said, “I’ve already got and uploaded the footage I need, so we could just leave it there unless there’s anything you want from us.” “Footage?” Wayne asked. “Oh, yeah” I said. “You know, was trying to film a crow but instead got you two fucking each other. I’ve sent it to my brothers to enjoy and put on a few websites for others to jerk off to as well.” “You fucker…” Wayne began, starting to advance towards me. Jimmy grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him, then stepped up closer to him. “Don’t” he said, quietly and tenderly. “Don’t make this worse.” “Good advice” Marcus said. “You should listen to your boyfriend.” Wayne’s shoulders sagged, and the fight was gone from him. Jimmy turned away from him and looked at me. “Ballard” he said, “I’m sorry for how things went down. We were all fucking cowards and let you take the fall for everything.” “Yes, you were” I said. “You two still engaged?” They both nodded, and I saw Marcus smile. “Seems a bit unfair, doesn’t it?” I said. “Two nice girls sat alone at home, waiting to become your wives, and you’re out here in the woods fucking each other.” “We just need a release” Wayne mumbled. “That was no release” Marcus said. “I know two gays when I see them.” Silence fell for a moment, before Jimmy spoke again. “What do you want?” he asked. “I’ll have to think about that” I replied. “But in the meantime, how about you two bend over that tree again so we can fuck those cummy holes of yours. You both used me for years, and it’s time for something in return.” Wayne stiffened and anger flashed across his face, but Jimmy put a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to whisper something to him. “OK” Jimmy said. “That’s fair.” They went back to the tree and both bent forward, and I moved in behind Wayne as I wanted to fuck the last fight out of him completely. I whipped out my cock and slammed it into him, and then went into a steady and firm rhythm immediately as Marcus got himself inserted in Jimmy. To give the two men credit, they did not hold back from letting us know they liked how it felt. Wayne’s muscular tattooed back rippled as I ploughed into him, and Jimmy arched his own back to demonstrate he was a willing receiver for Marcus. It was fucking hot to look at them as the tables were turned from my time in the barracks, and I went over the edge all too soon. When I pulled out of Wayne he spun round onto his knees and took my cock into his mouth to clean off, and after getting over the surprise of him doing that without being told to, I just enjoyed the feelings as I watched Marcus build himself up to breed Jimmy. “Are you poz as well?” Jimmy asked Marcus, as he used some tissues to wipe out his backside before he put his clothes back on properly. “Wait, what?” I asked. “We’ve seen some of your videos” Wayne said. “Found them by accident a while ago” Jimmy added. “It’s kind of part of what led to me and Wayne doing this together.” “Jesus” I said. “You know I’m poz and you took my load?” “Yeah” said Wayne, “I guess I did.” “Yes, I’m poz” Marcus said. “Bret and his boyfriend gifted me.” “Hot” said Jimmy. “Are you guys on prep?” I asked. “I mean, we were going to tell you to go and get on PEP, but…” “No, we’re not” said Jimmy. “Guess we’ll have to think about what to do now.” We wasted at each other for a moment, before I spoke again. “How about you meet us here same time tomorrow to let us know?” I suggested. “OK” said Jimmy. “Just don’t publish that footage, OK?” “Deal” I said. “If you don’t show up then I’ll tell my brothers to get on with it.” They both nodded, and then walked back to the trail and started to run towards the base. Marcus and I watched them go, then turned to each other and smiled. That was too perfect and too easy, but it was two more off my list. I didn’t say anything out loud about it, but I decided that if they did come back the next day then I’d find some way to get Evan and even Frank involved. But for now, we could go back to the hotel to have some lunch, chill for a bit, and then decide where wanted to go hunting next…

The club was also in walking distance, and when we got there we knocked on the door, gave the password to the guy that opened the hatch, and then we were in. Anticipating it might be a bit sketchy and with few facilities, I’d left all the bling at the hotel and only brought out what I would need for secret filming and lots of sex. I was quite up for giving and taking loads even if we didn’t add to our tally of soldiers behaving badly, so my hole was prepped and loosened before we set out. We had both brought balaclavas this time. The club was indeed quite skanky, but there were enough small rooms, gloryholes and larger playrooms for a decent crowd to have some fun. We stripped out of our outer clothes and left them on a bench in the largest playroom, and then went off to have some fun. I kept a long sleeve T-shirt on to hide my tattoos, with just a jock, my trainers and the balaclava otherwise. There were a couple of older guys fucking at the edge of that room, and a twink was being used by a third older guy in a sling. No-one else seemed to be around, and as I was in the mood for a cock up my arse, we went into an empty playroom so Marcus could fuck me for a bit. After a few minutes of doing this, a big man appeared next to us, and my stomach did a little jump when I felt Marcus stop thrusting and speak. “Nice schlong” he said in his funny voice. “You want to take over?” Marcus pulled out, and a moment later a new cock entered me and the guy began to pound me hard. “Fucking good hole” the guy growled. I did not need to see his face to know who this was. Between the cock in me and the voice from behind, I knew I was being fucked by Frank Cooper. He was as close to a bully as we had in the barracks, and was one of the first to use me. He was a brick shithouse of a guy, and his fucks were always rough and angry. But over time I came to the conclusion that his attitude was just a cover for the fact that he was probably gay, and his self-loathing came out in how he treated everyone else. I pitied him, but even with my own build I knew I had to put up with his advances as he could have easily beat the shit out of me otherwise. “You!” he barked at Marcus, after suddenly stopping his hard thrusting into me. “Get back there and fuck me.” Oh my fucking god. Frank took it up the arse. Frank was indeed fucking gay, and now he was about to make himself the meat in a poz sandwich. Why the fuck was I bent over in a position where I wouldn’t be able to watch this with my own eyes? Marcus slid into him without any resistance, but Frank immediately started thrusting and took full control of the whole thing. He started to groan and swear as he plundered my hole while impaling himself on Marcus, and in no time he swelled up inside me and blew his load. I contorted my body to pull away from him, and then stood beside them as Frank leaned against the wall and got fucked. He was going to take Marcus’s poz load, and mine too if I could get in there afterwards, but I felt no guilt about that. Anyone who deliberately takes raw cock in a place like that club needs to be on prep, poz already, or willing to live with the consequences. The fact that the guy had used me for years whether I wanted it or not only added to my feeling that he would get what was coming to him, and it was with a great deal of satisfaction that I pushed into his cum-filled hole as soon as Marcus had withdrawn. I pounded Frank as hard as he had always fucked me, but that seemed to be exactly what he wanted. Between the earlier stimulation from when he bred me, along with how horny the situation made me, I didn’t last long inside him and soon added my poz load to his hole. He left the room we were in immediately, but not long after we could hear him moaning and groaning from one of the other playrooms. We followed the sound, and found Frank bent over against the wall again with an older guy ramming into him. That was when I got an idea, and motioned to Marcus to stay put. I grabbed our stuff and took it to an empty private room, where I quickly set up a GoPro and then hid it under our clothes. I checked the live stream on my phone to make sure it was still capturing the scene even though the camera itself was well hidden. I also positioned myself in every way I could think of to make sure the camera was basically invisible, and then we would just have to hope that Frank did not thrash out and knock the clothing away from it. Marcus and I could probably just about take him together if he got violent, but none of us would come out of it well. I went back to the other room, and the guy fucking Frank had accelerated and was clearly about to blow. When he did, and as I had hoped, there was no-one else around to take over. “You want more loads man?” I said, putting on a voice in case he recognised my normal one. “Fuck me” Frank growled. “Not here” I said. “Got a room.” Marcus and I quickly turned and walked out of the playroom, and a moment later Frank followed us. I pointed into the room, and he went in and got down on all fours on the mattress. I went in next and squeezed down the side to get on my knees next to his head, pointing my cock at him. “I don’t’…” he muttered, looking at my cock. “You want more loads or not?” I interrupted. He stared at my cock, and then opened his mouth. I shuffled forward and he hesitantly took the tip into his mouth. I waited until he had properly engaged, and then nodded towards Marcus. He then got down on his knees behind Frank, and with the door still wide open, pushed his cock into the gaping cummy hole. Frank moaned as he was penetrated again, and then properly started to suck on my cock as Marcus began his steady thrusts. He did so with his left hand on Frank’s hip, leaving his right hand free to reach over and pull his phone out of the pocket of his trousers. He made sure the sounds and flash were off, and then took some photos and video from above to add to the footage the GoPro was capturing from the floor of the corner of the room. I had no fucking idea what we would do with it afterwards, such was the risk of Frank violently lashing out if we threatened him in person, but it was good to get this on film even if we just satisfied ourselves with having blown some poz loads in the guy as retribution. Having already blown a load, Marcus spent a long time fucking Frank before he reached his second orgasm. As he accelerated and started muttering expletives, Frank let my cock go from his mouth and began egging his fucker on to breed him. I knew the GoPro would be capturing his face clearly as he did this, which caused my dick to harden even more. This meant I was very ready to change positions once Marcus yelled out and slammed inside Frank for a final time, but I made sure we did this carefully to avoid disturbing the camera. Once I was inside the guy, I watched Frank hungrily take Marcus’s cummy cock into his mouth, any hesitation about doing oral long gone. I managed to repeat what Marcus had done, stealthily getting my own phone out to shoot some photos and videos from above, and then focused on fucking another load into the complete closet-case on all fours in front of me. He was hungry for it, bouncing back on me to meet each thrust, and I failed to show the stamina that Marcus had. I roared out as I shot my toxic load into Frank’s hole, panting as I came down from the orgasm. We had all we would need on film, so Marcus shifted over to sit on the clothes to remove any risk of the camera being uncovered as Frank got himself up and out of the room. He didn’t even look at us as he exited, marching back off towards the playrooms. As we rested in the private room, we could hear him again from elsewhere in the club which made me smile. I got my phone out, Marcus moved over and then got the GoPro out from under the clothes, and I set about saving the recording and uploading it to the cloud. That took a while on a data connection, but once it was done we grabbed our things and left the room. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stick around, but curiosity got the better of me and I motioned for Marcus to follow me as we headed to where Frank was now yelling out swear words. He was in a different playroom than before, and had got into a sling. What made me harden quickly was seeing that his ankles were not just resting in hoops, but had been put into leather cuffs and secured to the chains. An older man was fucking him, and either Frank hadn’t seen or didn’t care about the biohazard tattoo the guy had on his lower back. I nodded to Marcus, and we went round either side of the sling. Frank had his arms up and was gripping the chains while staring at the man who was pounding away inside him, allowing us to take hold of the leather cuffs chained up there too and quickly wrap them round Frank’s wrists and secure them before he had a chance to react. “What the fuck?!” he yelled, looking between us as the guy rammed him. We didn’t say anything, just standing back and watching as Frank struggled against the restraints. He was locked in place though, and stopped writhing when he knew there was nothing he could do despite his muscle mass. He slumped in place and took the rest of the fuck quietly, just staring at the older man when he slammed in and let out a howl as he bred the soldier. He then pulled out, grabbed a dirty towel off the bench to wipe his cock, and left the room. Marcus went over and closed the door behind him, and then came back to stand next to the immobilised Frank. I nodded to him, and we both started taking off our T-shirts. We also then pulled off our balaclavas, and Frank’s eyes went wide as he recognised us. “Frank” I said with a grin, “good to see you again.” “Ballard!” he growled. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “Mostly fucking you” I replied. “All that time in the barracks with you fucking me, when I could have been returning the favour.” “Fuck you!” he yelled. “You already have” I said. “Maybe it’s time for us to have a third go with your sloppy hole.” “Don’t fucking touch me!” he said. “Or what?” I asked. “I’ll fucking kill you” he said. “I’m sure you will” I replied, sneering at him. “But first, let me just show you something.” I went over and got my phone, pulling up the video the GoPro had taken. I slid it along past all the time it was just filming an empty room, until the point Frank entered. Then I pointed the screen at him and let him watch as he took my cock into his mouth before being impaled by Marcus. I skipped on to the part where he was begging to be bred, and then pulled up the video and photos I had taken from above. “Already in the cloud” I said, “and I’m sure my brothers are jerking off over it right now. They’ll upload it in an hour unless I tell them not to.” Frank stared at me looking more petrified than I had ever seen him. “What do you want?” he quietly asked. “I think I’ve already got what I wanted” I said. “So maybe we should just focus on getting you more of what you want.” Marcus grinned at me, and then went back to open the door and left the room. In no time he came back with a couple of guys, one of whom rushed over to stand between Frank’s legs and then pushed his long cock inside. Although Frank clearly wanted to act defiant, he could not maintain that as he succumbed to the pleasure and intensity of taking another fuck, and by the end of it he was begging for the guy to breed him. The other man then stepped up, and I smiled as I noticed the scorpion tattoo on his shoulder blade. He had barely slid inside Frank when two more men came into the room, both younger jocks in harnesses, who patiently waited their turn to breed the guy. This gave me an idea, and I began to boot up the various apps and websites to post adverts about a trussed-up soldier taking loads at the club, for anyone who knew where this place was and how to get in. Crucially I made it clear that all loads would be taken, no questions asked, and added a biohazard emoji to the posts. Marcus and I stayed there for another couple of hours, both breeding Frank two more times each, watching him take countless more loads, and even getting a couple ourselves. We eventually decided to leave as we were tired from the long drive up, but Frank was still in the sling with plenty of guys waiting around for a chance to breed him. God knows what time he got out of there himself, but when he did so his hole would have been gaping, his innards coated with numerous toxic loads, and his world changed forever by the knowledge that we had his true self captured on film. I smiled as I thought about this dramatic turn of events, while I drifted off to a happy and satisfied sleep.

Marcus came over for the next few Saturdays, always spending the night with us even if he actually slept alone in our guest bed. Justin was around on a couple of those and enjoyed getting to fuck around with another muscle hunk the same size as the two of us, and Luke would join in after his bar shift. The twins were there for a couple of the nights, and they and their gorgeous boyfriends also had a lot of fun participating. I kept it to just our household though, and mostly it was me and Marcus alone just fucking each other a lot. Marcus had ordered a couple of chains for himself as he got off on borrowing the twins’ spares for our sessions, though he admitted that mine were a bit much to take when I put them on him for a fuck on one occasion. He began his conversion on a Wednesday after a few weeks of coming to see me at weekends, managing to send me a basic text that said Kevin and Leo were looking after him. He didn’t come over that weekend, which was helpful as Grant wanted me and Justin to do a film with a two real-life firemen, an actual couple who were getting into risky sex, so we got that arranged for the Saturday night instead. It was pretty hot to both fuck and be fucked by them while they were wearing parts of their uniforms, and it was also a thrill to see Justin so unashamedly showing his face on camera now. Marcus showed up the next weekend, and we spent a long time talking about things. He had admitted to Kevin and Leo what he had been up to, and while they thought he was reckless for having deliberately got himself pozzed, they could understand and of course were able to offer their own insights for him in what life would now be like. He was pretty relaxed about it all in himself, and said he had actually had a couple of really good hook-ups closer to home since he had recovered from the fuck flu. We did of course have some more sex, but we mostly spent the night talking which was actually really nice. It was at breakfast that I decided to talk to Marcus and some of the others about the idea that had been brewing in my own head. While being reunited with my old battalion mate had eased my thoughts a little, I still felt like I had unfinished business with the army. Working to give Marcus what he needed had shifted those thoughts to something more specific, and decided to tell everyone about what I was planning to do. “There’s no fucking way those guys who used to breed me are just wanking themselves now” I said. “Every one of them found some stupid way to convince themselves that they weren’t cheating on their wives and girlfriends by fucking a guy, and I bet they all started doing it again once the heat had died down from my discharge.” “Yeah, probably” said Justin. You reckon there’s a new cumdump in the barracks?” “Doubt it” I said. “No-one is gonna take that risk after what happened to me.” “So how then?” asked Marcus. “My bet is that they’re going somewhere in town” I said. “Not a club or bar where someone might be watching, but I bet there’s somewhere. I think I need to find out where.” “And then what?” Luke asked me. “So many of those fuckers threw me under the bus to save their own arses” I said, feeling the bitterness rising in me again. “It’s time to make things right and get some payback.” It took some organising, but me and Marcus both managed to get a week off from our jobs at the same time. In the lead-up to it, Luke and Justin kept asking if I was sure about it, worried that I would come to harm or do something I might regret later, but I kept reassuring them that I would be sensible and not endanger myself. I hired a car for the week, went to pick up Marcus from a station on his train line that was near the motorway, and then set off on the long drive. We chatted for most of the journey, stopping for lunch and a cigarette break at some services on the way, but we both went quiet as we exited the motorway and got onto the familiar roads leading to the base. Before we got there we pulled into the Premier Inn we had booked for the week, getting checked in and then deciding to have a drink at the bar. This chilled us out, and we then felt ready to go and get showered and changed so we could get on with scouting out what might be going on. What I hadn’t told anyone is that I already had quite a bit of the info I needed. I had called Grant and explained my plan, and being the kind of man that he is, he had eventually come through for me by means of a couple of contacts he had who knew this town. From them I had got all the details of the cruising spots, but also a key bit of intel about where the local guys knew they could hook up with soldiers. There were two unofficial, unmarked, unlicensed clubs in the industrial area near the base that supposedly had regular visits from men who everyone suspected were soldiers in civilian clothes. Grant’s contacts had never been, but knew the owner of one of them and had managed to get us the location and password. I told Marcus all of this as he got dried and dressed after his shower, explaining that I thought Luke and Justin might feel better if they assumed we were going to be on an unsuccessful wild goose chase up here. We decided to first check out the cruising spots, starting with those that were within walking distance so that I could have a break from driving as well as some more drinks. We first had another beer in the bar, and then headed out to see what we could find. The nearest location was in a wooded park that we had both known a bit from before as it was a favourite place to go for a run, so that’s where we started. However, rather than the familiar paths and playing field, we went off into the wilder areas until we seemed to be in the right sort of area. Sure enough, after waiting around for a bit hidden from most directions by a large holly bush, we saw a couple of men arrive and start hanging around nearby. They seemed to be together, and just leaned against adjacent trees to have a cigarette or two. Then a third man turned up, his face hidden by a hoodie, and we could hear the low murmurs of a quick conversation. Then one of the original men turned around, undid his trousers and pushed them down, and then leaned forward against the tree to stick his arse out. The man in the hoodie stepped up behind him, and the fucking began. The other guy was looking around to make sure they were safe, so we just watched from our hidden location. However, the top was fucking so vigorously that his hood eventually fell back off his face, and Marcus reached out and gripped my arm when we both recognised the man as Harry “Potter” Jones. Supposedly straight, girlfriend at home, and the reprimand on his record for having been one of the guys who fucked me long since forgotten. Unfortunately for him, I had come equipped for some stealthy surveillance. I reached into my own hoodie pocket and pulled out the compact superzoom camera I had bought, turning it on and extending the zoom completely from underneath my top to muffle the sound before I pushed the lens through a gap in the leaves and began to film. Harry’s face was clear as day, and within a few minutes I captured him yelling out as he bred the guy he was fucking. He swiftly pulled back, did up his trousers, and then went to pull up his hood as well. However, as he did so he looked right in our direction, not seeing us but giving me a fantastically clear full-face shot. Then he was gone, and we watched as the guy who had been on lookout dived down behind the other one and felched out the load. We stayed for a bit longer but no-one else came by, and eventually the two guys left and then we followed suit a few minutes later. “One down” I said to Marcus, with a grin. “Let’s try the toilets next” he said, grinning back at me. We walked across the park to the entrance on the other side, just outside which was a rank set of public toilets that still worked but no sane person would go inside. Our plan here was a bit different, with Marcus pulling on a balaclava so he could be the bait. I hid from view in a bush just inside the park, and we connected to each other on our phones. He hid his inside his pocket, and had decided a word neither of us ever used but which would be appropriate for the situation would be the code for when I should make a quick entrance, namely ‘schlong’. After we’d been in our positions for a while a small older man went in, and I could soon hear the sounds of Marcus being fucked but without the codeword being uttered unsurprisingly. But not too long after the first breeder left, someone of a bigger build in a hoodie went inside. “Yeah, that’s a nice schlong” I heard Marcus say in a funny voice, and I knew we had our next catch. I waited until the sounds of fucking began, and then I exited the bush and quietly walked to the toilets. We had tested the door and found it didn’t creak if opened slowly, so I very gently pushed it aside and then tiptoed into the foul-smelling room. I slowly closed the door behind me, and then tiptoed the rest of the way to the stall where I knew the activity was taking place. I had a GoPro already filming and attached to a selfie-stick, which I raised up slowly so it could catch the scene playing out in the stall. I had set it to live stream to my phone, which I carefully fished out of my pocket to make sure I was filming well. I was, and it took a lot of restraint to not react to what I saw. Evan “Almighty” Peters was bareback fucking Marcus in long deep strokes, his hoodie sitting on the toilet seat so he was in full view of my camera. Even with the top-down view that distorted his face, the tattoos on his arms and shoulders were unmistakable. Yet another of the bastards who had thrown me under the bus, potentially sealing his own fate as he cheated on his wife with an anonymous hooded man in a public loo. The reason I decided he was only potentially sealing his fate is because I decided not to leave. I stopped filming, uploaded the footage to the cloud in case he tried to get out of this by breaking something, and then I stepped back and leant against the sink. This made a noise, and the fucking sounds stopped. I stayed still, and eventually Evan resumed his pounding of Marcus. I patiently waited until I heard the sound of him panting as he blew his load, and could not suppress a grin from forming on my face as I listened to him getting his trousers up and hoodie on. He unlocked the door and came out, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me there grinning at him with my arms crossed. “Hey Evan” I said. “Long time, no see.” “Ballard” he stammered. “What the fuck?” “I think the fuck was someone you know” I said, watching Marcus pull off his balaclava behind Evan after he’d done up his own trousers. Evan turned slowly like he was overacting in a horror movie, and then staggered sideways when he recognised Marcus. He then just started looking between us, utterly panicked. “What the fuck is going on?” he whispered. “Thought we’d come up to see the place again” I said. “Neither of us got a chance to say goodbye properly.” “Ballard…” he began. “Please” I interrupted, “call me Bret.” “Er, OK, Bret…” he began again. “And the guy you just shot a load in is called Marcus” I said. “You know, in case you forgot.” Evan’s mouth dropped open, and his body went even more rigid than it had been. “Well, anyway” I said, “let’s talk about this a bit more. “First off, thank you for the fucking fantastic footage. Having your hoodie off really helped show off your handsome face.” “What?!” he squealed. “Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot to threaten you in amongst us all getting to know each other again” I said. “You’re on film, uploaded and with my bothers already, before you try anything.” “You’re lying” he growled. “Nope” I said, fishing my phone out of my pocket and starting the video for him. “What the fuck do you want Ballard?” he growled, as he watched himself pounding Marcus on my screen. “Two things” I said. “Justice, and payback.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” “You fucking know what I’m talking about” I spat, losing the smug grin I had been sporting. “You fuckers threw a battalion mate to the lions to save your own cowardly arses.” “And now he’s back, and currently got you by the balls” Marcus added. “Listen, Ballard…” Evan began. “My fucking name is Bret” I growled. “Or you might try using Sir” Marcus said. “OK, OK” Evan said. “What do you want?” “As I said, justice and payback” I replied. “But I intend to use the payback to get the justice.” “What?” Evan asked. “It’s simple” I said. “I have what I need on film to get your reprimand turned into the dishonourable discharge that I got. But that would be justice on its own, and I’m more interested in a bit of payback that might dish out some justice in a different way.” “I don’t know what you mean” he said, starting to look a little defeated. “Let me spell it out for you” I said. “You fucked my arse more times than I can count, and now I want yours.” “What?!” he squealed. “Fair’s fair” Marcus said. “I’m not letting you fuck me!” Evan almost yelled. “Fine” I said, pulling my phone out. “I’ll just tell my brothers to go ahead and publish the footage now. They were going to do it later anyway if I didn’t tell them not to, but why wait?” “Wait!” Evan yelled. “What’s that?” I said, looking up at him. “Just wait” he said. “Please.” The poor guy tried in vain to reason with me, having no idea that I was lying about what would happen with the footage, and then in utter defeat he agreed to my terms. Maybe he thought he’d find some way out of it, but I fancied some fun before we went to check out the club later. So it was that Evan Peters found himself naked on a hotel bed, doing everything he could to maintain his dignity as he felt my cock slide into his virgin hole. I’d worked him open of course, not actually wanting to hurt him, and to his credit he took my whole length without crying out. But the crying out did begin, as my thrusts stimulated his prostate and introduced him to incredible pleasures he had never imagined he could feel. By the time I bred him he was putty in our hands, and Marcus slid in to add a second load. We had time after, so both gave him a second round before we told him to get his shit together and leave. “Oh, and Evan” I said, as he started walking towards the door. “There’s one more thing you need to do.” “What’s that?” he asked. “You’ll need to go to the infirmary and ask for a course of PEP, as soon as you can” I said. “PEP? What’s that?” he asked. “These” I said, pointing to the biohazards on my naked skin, “are a warning about what I’m carrying.” “What you’re carrying?” he asked, looking confused. “What do you…” “Yep” I said, when realisation dawned on him. “That.” He went white with horror, and then bolted for the door to the sound of me and Marcus laughing. I felt no guilt despite not normally going in for this, as he fucking deserved it and now had the opportunity to prevent it even if there was a chance of it taking. My fun was being had in the fact he would now have to have that particular conversation with the medics on base, and perhaps learn a lesson for the future. But, with all that done, it was time for me and Marcus to get ourselves ready for the next hunt. Two down, many more to go…

This is a spin-off from The Ballard Brotherhood, and our storyteller is the oldest brother Bret. ————— The cock that was plunging in and out of me was long and thick, and was just what I needed. Seeing Dad lying in a feverish heap at his flat had triggered something, and I had been in heat for the last two days. Not as bad as when Justin’s hole takes over, and even if he had a traffic cone shoved up there 24/7 it probably wouldn’t be enough, but I wasn’t far off. Luke and J had done their best, and even the twins and their hunky boyfriends had all had a go, but I was insatiable. So here I was, at the gym three hours before my shift, starting ‘work’ early. It was certainly doing the job, and I had no problem with how many hours I was going to be spending in the storeroom. The guy fucking me was called Paul, and I had smiled when I first saw the biohazard on his pec recently. The first time he’d fucked me he was relatively new to the gym, looking to lose some emerging flab and build up some muscle, all to try to make his girlfriend more interested in him than she seemed to be. Clearly frustrated at home, he had nervously come to the storeroom one day to seek a release after a good workout, and that had kicked off his other transformation. Why his girlfriend was not throwing him on the bed at every opportunity was beyond me given what he was packing, and he became one of my favourite visitors. But he got curious, bent himself over one day and asked to know what it felt like, and now he was a whole new man who just came across as being happy. All the months in the gym had given him a lean and rocking muscled body, and between our versatile sessions and the other mansex I was sure he was getting, he was now pozzed-up and looking to share. He was back to being a top with me, and I guessed this older bear guy I saw him with all the time was the one keeping him satisfied in other ways. I was quite happy with the switch, as his cock was just made to be plunged into a welcoming hole. But, as with all the fucks I had been taking since I saw Dad’s conversion had begun, my mind was wandering. I was loving the physical feeling of being fucked by whoever was inside me, as I always do, but mentally I was somewhere else. That somewhere varied, but with one thing in common: it would be at the barracks. I could be in bed at home, bent over against the gloryhole in the park toilets, or on the mat in the gym storeroom, but in my head I was in any one of the places I had found to use on the base for encounters with other members of my battalion. Sometimes I would even picture those guys, remembering what it felt like to be with them, hearing their grunts or mutters as they fucked me. I could vividly feel what I felt back then, from the pleasure of the fuck to the fear of getting caught, or from the desperate need for that kind of connection to another man to the humiliation of how most of them would look at me in disgust after they’d blown a load in my hole. I had woken up repeatedly over both of the previous nights having nightmares about the moment I was caught, the interrogations that followed, and the look on the colonel’s face as he declared I was dishonourably discharged. It didn’t take a fucking psychiatrist to see that I still had some shit to deal with from that time, however much I had found incredible happiness with my brothers, my friends, my job, and a whole lot of sex. Maybe seeing my dad finally happy and free with Gheorghe had allowed me to subconsciously put to bed my worries, regret and guilt over any role I had played in his unhappiness and eventual breakdown, and I was now moving on to focus on how I still felt deep down about what had happened to me in the army. The Universe was perhaps playing a game with me as well, based on what happened next. Emerging from the storeroom after the best part of ten hours of fucking and being fucked, having only stopped for loo breaks, cigarettes, water and snacks occasionally, I checked my phone and saw a text from a number I didn’t have in my contacts. When I opened it I stopped my brisk walking back to the flat to properly read it, as it was from Marcus “Aurelius” Bailey, a guy I had never expected to hear from again. I hadn’t seen him since he had disappeared from the barracks one day, and only later on had I found out he had tried to take his own life and ended up institutionalised. The poor guy was obviously gay, and as far as I could tell also had no interest in being in the military, but his domineering ex-SAS father cast a long shadow over his life and he had wound up enlisted with us at the base and engaged to a girl at home. It was too late when I finally cottoned on to how our antics in any private space we could find were fucking him up, and then one day he was just gone. But now he had got my number somehow, and was reaching out hoping to see me. He had once told me where his family lived, which is where I assumed he was now, but in the text he revealed he was actually living not far from us though he said no more about it. After getting over my shock at hearing from him, not just because I didn’t even know if he was still in a hospital but also because he’d got in touch right when I was re-living my own departure from the army, I replied to say I would love to catch up. I didn’t even get home before he sent another message, and he seemed so eager that I agreed to meet him the next day at a pub in town once I was done at the gym. When I arrived at the pub, I could see him sitting at a table outside with a nearly full pint of beer on the table. It was a bit chilly, but the pack of Marlboro Gold on the table told me why he was on his own outside rather than sitting indoors. His tight jacket made it obvious how ripped he now was, where he’d just had a fairly normal body when I’d known him. “Woah” he said, looking up at me as I approached his table. “Fuck me man, look at you!” From hurrying to get showered and changed at the gym, to the heating on the bus being set to Furnace Mode, I was a little overheated so had stuffed my long-sleeved T-shirt and hoodie in my gym bag and was just wearing a tight white T-shirt. My huge chain and bracelets were on full display, as were the tattoos on my arms, and I may have deliberately chosen to wear the tracksuit bottoms that left little to the imagination when it came to my thigh muscles, buttocks and crotch. “Hey Marcus” I said, choosing to use his first name rather than his surname or nickname like I would have done back in the barracks. “Fucking hell Ballard” he said, looking me up and down. “Bret” I said, causing him to look up at my face for a bit before nodding. “Bret” he said. “Wow, it’s good to see you.” “You too mate” I said. “Let me go get a drink.” I went to the bar and got a pint, ordering some chicken wings and chips as well to be brought out later, and then went back outside. I sat down at the table, got out my cigs and lit one, then relaxed into the chair and looked at Marcus. “Those chains are fucking mental” he said. “You like?” I asked, with a grin. “Yeah” he said. “They suit you.” We got to talking, initially about me and what I was up to these days. He knew about my discharge, so I just told him about a partial version of my life now. The gym, a hunky policeman boyfriend called Justin, and being happy. I left out Luke and my brothers, the pozzing, and the fact that I probably still had the remnants of several loads I had taken in the storeroom that day clogging up my hole. Parts of the biohazards on my biceps were visible if he understood what they meant, and the rest could wait until later. I was of course eager to hear about his own life, but recognised he needed time to get to that. But he did start talking eventually once we were on our third round of beers. He admitted to having attempted suicide, and that he was humiliated about it and for a few weeks after was angry that it had failed. He said only a bit about life in the hospital, noting it was where he had started working out like crazy as a way of getting the anger out of his system. Through a lot of therapy he had come to accept his sexuality, and realise that his father was an extremely toxic influence on his life. The two attempts at counselling sessions with his father had ended with the older man storming out in a rage, and that it was his mother’s older brother Kevin who had come to his rescue. The man was himself gay, and while he no longer saw the wider family regularly as a result of Marcus’s father’s rampant homophobia, Marcus’s mother had reached out to him for help. Marcus was eventually discharged to his care, putting him in a safe and supportive environment over a hundred miles away from his father, and that is where he was still living. Kevin and his husband Leo were his unofficial mentors, helping him to find a new path in life. He was now working as a security officer at an office building, and taking evening classes to get some A-levels so he could think about having an actual career of some kind. “Lately I’ve just been thinking about you a lot though” he said. “I don’t mean in that way, just that we were close and then for you I must have just disappeared.” “Yeah, you did” I said, “but when I found out about some of what happened, I got it.” “I’m sorry” he said. “I guess I just wanted to look you up, let you know I was actually OK, but also see how you were after everything that went down.” “I’m happy” I said. “And yeah, it’s good to finally know what happened to you. I’m glad you’re in a better place.” We continued chatting, with him admitting he had only had a handful of encounters with men and none of them had been particularly enjoyable. For some reason, possibly related to how many drinks I’d had, I decided to reveal more about my love and sex life, and he sat with an open mouth as I told him about Luke, the twins, the builders, the storeroom, the films, and my status. But I knew it was fine, when he moved one of his hands down into his lap and then did not do a very good job of hiding that he was touching his balls and hardened cock. That was as far as it went that night as an alarm went off on his phone that told him he needed to leave to get the last train home, but he texted while on board and again the next day saying how great it was to see me. I threw caution to the wind after that morning text to see if he wanted to meet up the next weekend on the estate, and he eventually replied to say that sounded good. I had the flat to myself, as Luke was on his normal evening duty at the bar, Justin was on a late patrol shift, and the twins had gone off with their builder boyfriends to all be gangbanged for Grant’s latest film. I got in some food and drinks, and then cranked up the heating a bit so it would be warm enough for me to just be topless and wearing only my tight running shorts indoors. We never got round to eating the food, as the sight of my tattooed body, big chains and bulging shorts had an immediate effect on Marcus. A few shots of rum loosened him up, and when I fetched some of the still pretty huge chains the twins had stopped wearing in favour of bigger pieces they’d bought themselves, putting Marcus in those for a joke only got him hornier. Realising he was intrigued, I let him touch the various biohazards inked on my skin until he admitted that he had been reading chasing forums for a while since finding out Kevin and Leo were both undetectable. He had not been able to stop thinking about me and my brothers, and had found and joined Grant’s website so he could watch the films. “So what do you want to do?” I asked, when he was back touching one of my biceps and our faces were close together. “Fuck me” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me.” “You sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I need you inside me again.” He had known what might be happening, so was already loosened from the plug he’d worn on the train and only removed in the toilets at the Dragon after quickly stopping in for a few shots of whisky for courage before he came over. I still gave him the full foreplay treatment so that he was begging for it, and then slowly slipped my full length into him. Where he had been unsure and anxious whenever I’d fucked him on the base, now he was just eager and needy. His ripped body writhed and sweated as I reamed him out, and it took no time at all for me to drop the first load in him while he had a hands-free orgasm of his own all over the bed. I was prepared for a regretful, panicked freak-out to follow, but all I got was a fellow ex-soldier dying to be fucked again. The second fuck was missionary, the third had him riding me while I lay on my back, and the fourth was in the shower with him bent over against the tiles. By that point I was mindful that Justin and Luke would be arriving home soon, but Marcus seemed not to care as he was completely letting himself go for the first time in years. They arrived home together while I was bouncing up and down on Marcus on one of the sofas, letting his cock have a bit of a workout for the first time that night. My two lovers knew to expect him to still be there, and after doing quick introductions we recognised that any proper social stuff would have to wait for the breakfast table. Over the course of the next few hours, every dick went in every hole, and my former battalion mate was filled to the brim with poz loads.

Fantastic set of stories, and looking forward to more! I vote C.

My dad looked like a rabbit in headlights, and I knew I needed to make him know it was OK. I stepped over to him and took him in a hug, his body initially being stiff but he relaxed eventually as I held him. “I’m so embarrassed” he whispered. “Don’t be” I replied. “You’re not doing anything the rest of us haven’t done.” “But you’re my son” he said. “You should never have had to…” “Dad, stop” I said, pulling back a bit so I could see his face. “Listen to me. I think it’s fucking awesome.” “You do?” “Yes” I said. “I saw fucking sparks flying with you and Gheorghe the moment you first met him. He’s a great guy and I think it’s fucking awesome.” “But the sex…” he started. “The sex is how sex should be” I said. “You want it, you’re both adults, so what’s the fucking problem?” “I suppose” he said. “Besides” I said, smiling at him, “you’ve got four sons who are all cum hungry bottoms who got themselves pozzed. We had to have got that from somewhere.” He chuckled, then pulled me back into a hug again. “So you’re really OK with this?” he softly asked. “Of course I fucking am” I said, “and so are Kane, Kieron, Bret and everyone else.” He stiffened again in my arms. “They know?!” he squealed. “Shhhh Dad” I said. “There’s no secrets in this family anymore. Not when it comes to sex anyway.” I held him for a bit longer until he had relaxed, and then marched him off to the new coffee shop at the edge of the estate. Everyone had scoffed about it when it opened, but it was always busy and had not had any noticeable impact on trade at the Dragon. Although a lot of the customers were women, when checking it out I had also realised there was definitely potential there for finding new conquests, particularly amongst the middle class types now buying or privately renting flats on the estate that had originally been sold off under Right To Buy. But the other thing it was good for was taking Dad out without it being a pub or bar, places he hoped to be able to go again eventually but wasn’t ready for yet. We got a couple of takeaway lattes as the place was full of kids, and instead went and sat on a bench by the lake. Without prompting, Dad just started talking about Gheorghe, and the uncertainty and insecurity he had about it all, but also how happy it made him feel when he was with the guy. He also talked about the sex, and how it made him feel alive for the first time in years. As I just sat and listened, he told me that Gheorghe had suggested using condoms, and that it was only then that he himself realised he didn’t want that. What he wanted was all of Gheorghe, but also to feel closer to his sons. “Dad, you don’t have to get yourself infected to be close to us” I said. “I know that son, somewhere in this messed up head of mine I know that” he replied. “But this isn’t coming from there, it’s coming from here.” He tapped his hand on his chest, and then looked at me. “Jesus Dad, are you sure?” I asked. “I mean, I think it’s fucking hot and all, but are you sure?” “I am son” he said. “I don’t know why, but I am.” We changed subjects, talking a bit about the renovations on the old flat, and also Dad’s plans for getting a gym routine going again as he had not worked out properly since leaving the centre. Bret had offered him a membership at his place, and Dad told me he was going to accept after having thought for a while about how he might feel to be there while Bret was in the storeroom. I suggested we could get Will to be his personal trainer which he thought sounded good, and agreed I would work with him as well to help him stay motivated. We also talked about his therapy sessions, and I appreciated how honest he was about his fears and doubts on whether it would all work in the long term. We had just both finished our coffees when Gheorghe called him, and I knew from Dad’s face that he was being summoned. “Go on” I said, smiling. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “Luke” he said with a smirk, “is there anything you wouldn’t actually do?” “Women” I replied with a laugh. “But otherwise, no.” He gave me a grin and then hurried off to meet up with Gheorghe, and after sitting and looking at the lake for a while I wandered back to the flat. By the time I got there I was in the mood, so unceremoniously stripped and bent over in the lounge before calling out to Bogdan and Mihai to come and join me. The thrust of Mihai’s cock into my hole is just what I needed, and then I settled my hands on Bogdan’s hips and hungrily swallowed his cock down to the base. A good half hour of being skewered from both ends by the hunky decorators is just what I needed, helping me relax and stop worrying about Dad. Once I had taken both load we tossed a coin, and shortly afterwards I plunged into Bogdan while Mihai went back to work in a bit of a sulk. Fortunately Justin popped back on his break, so I got him to go and fuck the guy before he made himself a sandwich. James and Will came by the pub later, and I chatted to them for a bit outside while having a smoke. They both seemed happy, being in that great early stage of a relationship when they were having sex round the clock and then talking a lot the rest of the time to get to know each other even better. James was of course visiting the sauna quite regularly, using it to get all the extra loads he needed while Will was doing much the same in the storeroom at the gym. James undid his jacket to show off the chunky silver Byzantine choker chain he had bought himself, which I could imagine must look great on his naked muscled body when he was on all fours doing his favourite thing. Zac and Shane also came by, and the rest of the student housemates joined them later. They were a bit nervous about hanging around on an estate, but the vibe out on the terrace in the unseasonably warm weather soon relaxed them. They all showed off the matching biohazard tattoos they had got on their lower backs, excitedly telling me about the scorpions they were all going to get on each side of their torsos above their hips. When my brothers and the rest of the guys arrived, the housemates told us about some of their first conquests on campus, with Dean being crowned the winner for having got the captain of the football 1st team into bed. When I took the opportunity to go on a break from the bar later in the evening, I found myself out on the terrace just looking round this crowd of men all sitting together laughing, smoking and drinking. I was hit with the realisation about how lucky I was to be part of this crazy ensemble, and how free and happy everyone looked. But it was when I turned my attention to the members of my own unusual household that it really hit home. Kane and Kieron were now two of my best friends, the years of animosity between us forgotten. Pavel and Jonas had only softened them even further, and all I felt for the twins was love. There was Justin, a man I fell in love with a little more every day, and who looked at me in a way that made me shiver with excitement every time. Then, of course, there was Bret. No words could ever do justice there, and I had given up trying. But when we caught each other’s eye, the look between us was all I needed to know what it all meant. “You OK bruv?” he whispered to me, after pretending to go the loo but instead pulling me aside. “Yeah” I said, slipping my arm round him given we were out of sight of anyone but our own crowd. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.” Bret turned to where I was looking, and then I felt his arm come round me. “How lucky we all are” he said. He turned back to me, looked into my eyes, and then leaned down. I planted my lips on his, and disappeared into the happiest place a person could ever be. ————— EPILOGUE As much as we all fucking popped in those outfits, it was a relief to get out of them and instead change into the outfits that we would be wearing for the after-party. Bret in particular had got me very hot under the collar with how he’d looked in the tailored suits we’d worn for the ceremony and reception, but of course he looked even better in the black tank top, leather chaps and boots we’d all be wearing for the rest of the night. Kilos of silver rounded out our looks, and we were ready to party. I did love that Dad and Gheorghe had gone in this direction. Watching them exchange vows and rings in such a classic ceremony was nice, and the venue for the reception was so nicely decorated that it almost demanded we stay in the smart suits, white shirts and silver ties we brothers had all worn as the groomsmen. But that was then, and this was now. The third stage of the wedding was probably underway already at the bar in town, and it was time for the happy couple and us four brothers to get over there too. Suits gone, kinky gear on, lube in holes, and we were good to go. The night was kind of hilarious, with Dad and Gheorghe sitting up on the stage on their ridiculous throne calling out instructions over the sound system while the DJ continued to drop banger after banger. It was a party, and we Ballard brothers were the entertainment. As new commands were barked out by an increasingly inebriated pair of newlyweds, we danced, we drank, we smoked, and we fucked. Dad got the most glee from watching his eldest be routinely buggered by whoever he picked out of the crowd next, with Bret just giving him a grin and rolling his eyes each time. My brother was very happy of course, the most truthful version of himself being the one who took any cock, all cocks, and made the top feel like a superstar in the process. The rest of us got to mix things up quite a bit, with Pavel, Jonas and Justin having been drafted in for this activity given they were part of the family too. We weren’t the only ones having this kind of fun of course, the whole room being a sea of writhing bodies and thrusting movements. Grant had really come through, managing to reunite so many of the men who had featured in the films we’d made over the years, so the place was packed and the sex was abundant. The barracks contingent were here too, being the only ones required to wear something other than leather and chains. Bret had laughed out loud when we arrived, seeing his mates already stripped out of everything but their boots and camo tops, all bent over taking cock after cock in the special corner of the bar that had been done up like an army camp especially for their presence. The captain in particular looked like he was enjoying himself immensely, all traces of his past panic and fear now gone. Another popular corner of the bar was the one where a small football net and some fake turf had been wedged into a gap. Dean and Jamie waved at us from there when we arrived, while jointly overseeing the continued corruption of the uni’s football squads alongside the head coach. Taking down that man had ensured the two postgraduates would always have access to the most athletic students on the campus, and five of them had been brought along to offer some alternative entertainment for the guests. This year’s captain of the 1st team already had their stamp tattooed on one of his buttocks, but he was still a very willing participant alongside the four newbies who were still on the journey that so many had gone on before. But all that aside, the area in front of the stage was where the main event was taking place. Dad had wanted nothing more than to be able to watch his sons do what they do best on his wedding day, and we were honoured to oblige for him. The amazing transformation he had gone on had given us back our father, now a happy, successful, stable man who made us all feel incredibly proud. The hunky Romanian man at his side was the best thing that could have ever happened to him, and their love for each other was every bit as deep and strong and authentic as what we brothers all enjoyed in our own lives. Looking up at the two of them sitting there, almost ignoring the cock barrelling through my insides as I watched them, I noticed how the the white gold wedding rings on their fingers were glistening in the spotlight. The subtle, understated biohazards on their pecs had been their first mark of commitment to each other, and now that Gheorghe had finally extricated himself from the mess in Romania, the rings were a sign that they had bonded in the traditional way that both of them had craved. We brothers would never be able to follow their lead ourselves, but that did not dampen our happiness at the family finally being complete. I took a moment to look around, smiling as I saw all four of us brothers were currently being the bottoms we really were deep down. I looked beyond to the men waiting in the wings, finding more amusement in the number of faces I recognised from the estate and all of our antics over the last couple of years. By this point everyone living there had to have a friend or neighbour who now had a sting in their tail, and I knew there were plenty more opportunities to be had. The Ballard Brothers. With the four of us together, bolstered by our lovers and friends, we were unstoppable. From our humble, fractious and bratty beginnings, we had formed the strongest bonds imaginable and opened up a whole army of men to the joy that can be found when you let go and be yourself. Through our leadership, influence and guidance, guys had escaped unhappy relationships, found friends and companions in unlikely places, and embraced all that life had to offer. We really had become The Kings of the Estate… THE END ————— Yes, I’m afraid that’s it. Rather than losing mojo and abandoning the story, something I have been guilty of before, I’ve decided to wrap up our time on the Ballard estate here. The fact that I’ve written 27 parts tells you that I rather fell for these characters, but all good things must come to an end… But, you may ask, who the effing hell were those guys from the barracks? What did I miss? Well, partly inspired by a message sent to me by a reader, but also just because I kind of love the guy, I think it’s time that Bret took the storytelling reins from Luke and went off on a side quest to right some wrongs. What will he be getting up to back on base? Who else might be involved? Just how much bigger might his chains get by the end of it? Stay tuned, and we’ll be back with the hunky stud soon enough. For now, it’s farewell from the Ballards. Thanks for all the lovely comments along the way, and I hope you enjoyed this conclusion.

With Dad’s flat done, Gheorghe moved on to starting work on ours. He had been really impressed with Dad’s attention to detail on the painting they did together, and as a result my father now had a job for the first time since the factory closed. By that point Bret had also noticed the spark between Dad and Gheorghe, and had also benefited from Justin giving his thoughts on it all. We weren’t sure about K&K, and agreed to only talk to them about it if things did seem to be moving in that direction. We agreed a plan for dealing with the flat, ploughing a load of the money from Stan and Winston’s life insurance into it to just do it properly now that we had confirmation from the Council that we could stay. The bathroom was the most difficult part of it, and we decided that while it was out of use we would have to live elsewhere. Justin had come out to his mum, and she was actually happy to find out he was with Bret as he had always been nice to her as a teenager even if he was a bastard to the rest of us. She said it was fine for the two of them to stay in Justin’s room at her flat, and while I did get a little pang of jealousy at that, they assured me they would still give me plenty of attention the rest of the time. The rest of us would stay at Dad’s, with the twins bunking in together in the guest bedroom and me sleeping on the sofabed. Pavel and Jonas were also a little huffy about this, so more promises of rampant sex during the day had to be made there too. The Moldovans would be working on our place, alongside subcontractors for the plumbing and a few other jobs. Gheorghe’s new guys were called Bogdan and Mihai, and they both just oozed sex with their tight muscled bodies, angular jawlines and shaved heads. They did sort of look a bit alike, but not so much that they appeared related and more that it was like they’d just come off the same hunky sex god production line. They were unashamed in every way, and it was really fucking appealing. With Justin and Bret being less available to me for a while, I was quite happy to instead go round to check on the work regularly and then be vigorously spit-roasted by the pair of poz studs while I was there. I also got plenty of opportunities to unload in their eager holes, though we had to make sure not too much time was wasted as there was actual work to be done. On one occasion I went round to be there for the delivery of the components for the shower cubicle we were having installed, only to find it had arrived early. The Moldovans had taken care of it, and they were now taking care of the delivery driver too. The biohazard on the guy’s right buttock at least reassured me he was willing, as I watched him swallow Mihai’s full length while Bogdan ploughed his arse. I took some video and sent it to Grant, suggesting he may want to meet them as they would be a hit on camera. I didn’t think the driver would do too badly either, as not only was he clearly a great bottom but it looked like he was packing. I sent Grant a follow-up message a little while later to confirm the guy was a good top, while he ploughed me over the kitchen counter. That counter was ripped out the next day, as we had managed to line up a company to install a new kitchen while the bathroom was being done. Mrs Harden next door was happy to let the workmen use her bathroom if they needed to in exchange for help replacing the lino in her bathroom, which I paid for and got the Moldovans to do once we had a working bathroom of our own again. Even with just those two rooms done, the flat felt so much nicer to be in. We then worked on each bedroom in turn, pulling up the carpets, stripping all the wallpaper and chucking all the furniture. We did the biggest of them first, and then got it redecorated, built-in wardrobes added, and a new super king size bed installed. That allowed the twins to move back in, and Pavel and Jonas finally left their flat share and permanently became part of our household. We did my old room next, and once that was done Bret and Justin came back and we got it set up for the three of us to live in together. The twins’ old room was last, and took the most thinking to work out how to make it more than a dumping ground with a spare bed. That left the lounge, and it was pretty momentous when we finally got rid of the crappy old suite and replaced it with a set of sofas and chairs that rather filled the room but ensured there would be enough seats for our rather overcrowded household. The Moldovans were making full use of us all by then, with Justin and Bret in particular finding themselves getting fucked regularly. Will got wind of what was on offer and came over a lot, to the point where we had to ask him to save it for the end of the working day so we had some hope of the decorating getting finished. He had basically come out, but did not feel comfortable getting any action at home and was now starting to think about finding somewhere else to live even though it would leave him with little disposable income. I think he had been gunning for an offer to move into our guest room or even the one at Dad’s new flat, but the latter was not a good idea and we were already bursting at the seams with seven of us in our place. An opportunity finally arose when Justin’s colleague James announced at work that he was looking for a roommate as the guy he lived with, another cop from a different station, had moved out to live with his girlfriend. The two knew each other from training and had managed to get the flat over on the Challen estate from the Council as they were key workers, meaning the rent was much lower than anything on the private market. This was perfect for Will as he wasn’t pulling in that much at the gym, though he hoped he might be able to supplement it through Grant or maybe his own fan account. Justin introduced the two of them, and within a couple of days our friend was out of his family flat. Shortly after that, Will brought James along to the pub to meet us all and it was obvious to everyone that the two of them were already fucking. James had a ‘hot nerd’ quality about him, being well muscled but also kind of shy and seemed to hide a bit behind his glasses and fringe. You would not have thought he was a cop, but then again most of them weren’t tall musclebound gods like Justin. James’s arse was particularly noticeable packed into his jeans, and after he’d loosened up on a few drinks, he admitted that he was actually not straight at all and instead something of a cumdump bottom. His previous housemate had bred him pretty much every day, before one day having a freak out after the two of them had kissed in the heat of the moment. He was now off pretending to be completely straight with his girlfriend, but James had landed on his feet (or rather his hands and knees) with Will. “I haven’t unpacked a single fucking thing” Will laughed. “If I’m not at work or the gym, I’m balls-deep in this guy.” James had never bothered to go on prep with his old housemate, but he was relaxed and indeed turned on about the fact he was now taking a lot of poz cum every day. He had seen the symbols inked onto Justin in the station’s changing room, and got very turned on by what it had told him about his hunky colleague. Indeed, catching a glimpse of Will’s own ink when they had first been introduced was at least partly behind the speed at which the fucking had begun on moving-in day. Justin was a little wide-eyed throughout these revelations, and Bret decided to have some fun with it by seeing how James felt about expanding his horizons a bit. The hungry smile he got in response was all he needed, and I soon had to show the two of them the spot behind the bins I had so often used with Stan and Winston. James eagerly took a rough breeding from each of us, and over the course of the rest of the evening while I was working behind the bar, he regularly disappeared from the table with one or two of our group at a time. I of course always took out any rubbish or recycling that needed shifting from the bar to avoid any incidents, always stopping for a minute or two to watch James getting fucked by whoever had gone off with him. I suspected it was a bit of a moment for the guy when Justin finally fucked him, the tail end of which I caught when I went out there for a cigarette break. That said, James might even have got off more on Bret and Will joining them, and Justin ending up bent over with my brother fucking him hard while the two housemates rutted again next to them. Will and James came round to ours after, and we ended up having a full-on orgy in the lounge. James was a bottom throughout, and Will mostly was as well. Everyone else happily took on both roles, with a bit more freedom between relationships in the flat than there had been for a while. For instance, Me and Bret both took very satisfying breedings from Pavel and Jonas, who repeatedly alternated between our holes until they finally blew. The twins, meanwhile, double-fucked Justin not once but twice. This brought on another extended period of his hole going crazy that we had to deal with for several days afterwards, but for the rest of the orgy that night if he wasn’t being fucked then he was ramming himself with a big dildo while pounding into whichever hole was in front of him at that point. The birds were singing in the trees outside before we all collapsed into the various beds, and James was a very happy fucked-out mess in the morning. Over the next couple of days I introduced James to the old park toilets, but we also went to explore a sauna neither of us had been to as part of getting to know each other. It was clean and modern which did not fill me with hope, but actually this was all window dressing as the activities that went on inside were just what James needed to keep himself satisfied when Will wasn’t around. I still kind of preferred the depravity and risk of the toilets, but with his cleaner cut looks and ink-free body, I had to admit that the posh sauna just seemed a better fit for James. He took Will there too when their shift schedules finally synced up, and they both gushed about how many loads they’d taken when we saw them the next day. Grant had been working on preparations for another film he wanted to do, this time with only Justin and Bret. The military theme was back again, but this time they would both be playing SAS officers hiding behind enemy lines who get discovered by a squadron of hostile troops. It was to involve some outdoor nighttime shooting for the set-up, and then a relocation to a barn where the troops would use the two unfortunate British officers however they saw fit. A large amount of costumes and equipment had needed to be sourced, and Grant spent more time casting than normal so that the opposing troops appeared like a vaguely coherent group. Pavel and Jonas were actually recruited to be part of this, with the other members of the squadron being a mix of guys who had come to the UK from the Baltic states, Ukraine and Georgia, all of whom spoke Russian to some degree. Grant wanted dialogue between those troops to be authentic and use subtitles, and then for broken English to be used when talking to the prisoners. Anyway, the overnight stuff was filmed on the Sunday evening on a farm outside the city, and then they used a barn at the same farm the next night for the rest of it. Justin and Bret were subjected to staged interrogation and humiliation, and then had to play initially unwilling participants in a gangbang enacted by the sadistic foreign soldiers. I got to go along to watch the second scene, as the farmer who was allowing Grant to use his facilities wanted only a plaything for the night as payment and I was of course on my night off from the pub. I had assumed this meant I would be riding his cock the whole time, but he wanted to be fucked as much as he wanted to pound me, and turned out to be an inexperienced chaser just beginning to embrace who he was after his wife had left him. He was a nice guy, and I actually spent some more nights with him at the farm over the next few months as I kind of liked helping him begin a new chapter even as he approached his 60th birthday. Anyway, Bret and Justin were as excellent as always, being really convincing as scared but defiant prisoners who gradually succumb to the enjoyment of what is being done to them. They kept tight black long-sleeved T-shirts on throughout to hide their poz-themed ink, with the film focusing on its storyline rather than straying into anything to do with all that. Still, I knew that many of the guys Grant had assembled were neg, some even claimed to be straight, but they were up for the risk of fucking the poz hunks while also dipping their dicks into toxic loads left behind by the likes of Pavel and Jonas. It was seriously hot, and I made sure with Grant that he would hook us up with any of them who might be interested in doing it some more or even bottoming. Grant took Justin and Bret home after it had all wrapped up, the two guys being completely spent after taking so many fucks. I was spending the night there to carry on the sex with the farmer, and then he drove me back to town the next day. I had got a notification about a delivery for Dad randomly going to a locker near the petrol station, so I got him to pause the car there while I picked it up and then he dropped me over that side of the estate. I went up in the lift and then let myself in, but stopped in my tracks when I heard Dad moaning from his bedroom. For a split second I thought he was having some sort of relapse episode or something, but when I also heard Gheorghe’s unmistakable growl I realised what was happening. The Romanian was like two different men depending on which role he was taking on during sex, and the one I could now hear was the girthy-dicked animalistic top. My father was being fucked, of that much I was sure, and as I stood rooted to the ground with the front door still open I heard the words that confirmed it for me. “You want my load?” Gheorghe growled. “Yes!” my dad whined. “You want my poz load?” “Oh fuck yes!” “How many poz loads you take from me?” “Ten!” Dad yelled. “You want ten more?” “I want all your poz loads!” Dad cried. “You want fuck me when you poz?” Gheorghe yelled. “I always want to fuck you!” Dad panted, just loud enough for me to hear. “Then I make you like your sons so you fuck me” Gheorghe said. “You ready?” “Oh please breed me!” Dad begged. “Poz me!” The roars and whines were a sign that Dad was taking what was apparently his eleventh poz load from Gheorghe. My father. Chasing. Holy fucking fuck…

Dad looked a little relieved to see the flat again, but was also kind of sad. He sat on his bed for a while just looking out of the window, having bolted from the lounge barely 30 seconds after going in there. “I think I’d like to see the other place” he said, when I went in to sit with him. “OK” I replied. “You sure?” “Yeah” he said. “I need to.” I went out and spoke to Lorraine, the woman from the centre who had driven him over, and then I fetched dad and the three of us went down to her car. There was no need to drive really, but she said they’d go back straight after and it made sense to have her car nearby. Dad sat in the back on the way, silently staring out of the window while I gave directions through the estate’s fucking stupid road layout. When we arrived Dad got out and looked around, probably being a little familiar with this side of the estate but not much more than that. I walked them over the block and up in the lift, and then opened the door to the nearly-finished flat. The transformation in Dad was immediate. He went in and did a full 360, looking at how bright and modern the place was. He darted off to the guest bedroom, then back to the master and finally the bathroom. After coming back out and looking around the open-plan living room and kitchen, he walked over to the balcony door and went outside. Lorraine and I stood and looked at him as he leant on the railing and took in the view. “I think we have a winner” Lorraine said. “Yeah” I replied, “I think we do.” I was a bit torn inside, on one hand feeling a little sad that we brothers were now unlikely to be moving in here, but on the other being happy to see Dad clearly liking what he saw. I had expected this, knowing in my gut that after all the work they had done with him at the centre, his old home where all the mental health issues had arisen was going to be problematic to be back inside again. I had told him we could do the whole place up, but seeing him out there on the balcony, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he stood in the breeze and looked out at a totally different view than we had from the windows in the other place, he needed more of a change than a few coats of paint on a wall could deliver. I went outside and stood next to him, feeling the warmth of the sun against the chill of the air. The view was nice here, with the estate right there but also the lake, the city beyond down the hill, and even a bit of countryside in the distance. “Are you sure about this son?” he asked, telling me indirectly that this is where he wanted to be. “Yes Dad” I said. “Completely fucking sure.” “I can’t…” he said, before stopping. “You can’t what, Dad?” I asked. “I can’t believe you’d do this for me after everything” he said. “This should be your home.” “Listen Dad” I said, taking a deep breath before I said something I had sort of been practicing for a couple of days. “I’m sure about this. I am. When I found out Stan and Winston had left me this place, it felt like I’d found the answer to a big problem. They’d given me a way to escape, for all four of us to escape, so we could be happy together. But since K came up with this other plan, I’ve realised that this place is not meant to be an escape for us brothers. It’s meant to be a place for you to begin again, to be yourself without all those fucking memories and nightmares punching you in the face every day, and for you to have a chance to be healthy and happy again. That is the gift I can now see Stan and Winston gave us. Not somewhere for us brothers, but somewhere safe for you.” Dad began to quietly sob, and I put my arm around him. He turned and I took him into a full-blown hug, letting him openly cry against my shoulder. We didn’t need to say anything else, as the decision had been made. This would be Dad’s home, and we Ballard brothers would now focus on turning the old flat into something new for the four of us and our other partners. It not only made sense, but it just felt right. Once Dad had recovered, Lorraine checked he was OK and then suggested they should go back to the centre. He was likely going to be discharged in a few days, and I suggested we could maybe take him out a couple more times beforehand to choose the furniture he would need for moving in. She agreed that was a good idea but would discuss with his therapist, and then they left. I spent a little bit of time in the flat after that, just kind of saying a final goodbye to that dream I’d had of living there, and then I left too so that I could get to the Dragon for my shift. I messaged everyone on the way to let them know the decision, and while the initial responses suggested everyone was feeling a pang of sadness about it, as I checked my phone a few times during my shift it had all turned into making plans for starting the renovation of what would now be our ongoing home. I separately messaged Bret to say we needed to make an appointment with a housing officer before anything else happened, just so we could try to make sure there weren’t going to be any nasty surprises from the Council related to Dad moving out. We chatted about that later on once we were both home, and then once Justin got back from a tiring stint on duty, the three of us enjoyed some gentle and tender sex before we went to sleep. The next few days were dominated by preparations for Dad’s discharge, including a final push by Gheorghe, Pavel and Jonas to finish all the work. K&K took the lead on taking Dad to IKEA and a couple of other places to choose furniture, which he apparently got really into and was waiting excitedly for them to turn up at the centre on each day to take him out shopping. They also did some clothes shopping with him, both because he seemed to be embracing change but also because of the weight he’d lost while at the centre. Being off the booze, eating healthily and being encouraged to work out at least once a day by the centre’s physical therapist had done wonders for his body, killing off a beer gut that had been threatening to form and also giving him some really nice tone to his arms and chest. Me and Bret got on with the Council issue, managing to get a fast-track appointment with a housing officer as part of the discharge process for Dad. The lady we saw was called Amma, a no-nonsense motherly Ghanaian who was somehow able to maintain a big smile and laugh a lot despite how depressing her job must be. After going over our case she was confident we would be able to stay put given we were brothers, it was already our home, and the fact that four single men living in a three-bedroom flat would not breach any of the rules about underutilisation of the Council’s housing stock. We agreed it was best if it went into Bret’s name as the oldest, and she got the wheels in motion to begin the means-testing that would be needed to have him be the one on their list rather than Dad. There was clearly going to be a lot of bureaucracy to go through, but the two of us left feeling more confident that it would be worth starting the renovations. Lorraine was the one to bring Dad to his new flat when he was finally discharged, and we were all there sitting on the floor building the last items of furniture that had been delivered a day late. Pavel and Jonas were already off starting a new job Gheorghe had won in another flat on the estate, but he was still with us and busy painting in the guest bedroom as he had not been happy with some of the finishing. The furniture in Dad’s bedroom was done and the sofabed and armchairs had been delivered for the living room, so we were just trying to get the coffee table, bookshelves and TV stand built when he arrived. Lorraine suggested he go and unpack, while Bret and I joined her at the kitchen table to go through all the documents we had to countersign as he was officially being handed over to us as family carers. His therapist had called me the day before and talked for a long time about what all this meant in theory versus what she envisaged it would actually entail, while reassuring me Dad would be getting weekly visits from a case worker as well as being required to attend a combination of individual and group therapy sessions at the community centre over on the Challen Estate. Everything seemed straightforward, and we had loosely agreed our own plans for ensuring Dad was taken care of as well as being given the space to learn to live by himself again without relying on alcohol. Once we were done and Lorraine had left, I went into Dad’s room to check on him but he wasn’t there and nor was he in the bathroom. Then I heard quiet speaking from the guest bedroom, and went over to the door to find him and Gheorghe talking to each other. This was the first time they had met, and I was immediately hit by the sense that I was seeing a spark between two people. It was one of those things that you couldn’t really pin down, but the way they were looking at each other, the little smiles as they talked, and the glances towards each others’ muscles that I noticed they were taking were unmistakable. This is not something I had even considered as a possibility, and I just stood there in stunned silence. Neither of them had reacted to me being in the doorway, and I eventually backed away and left them to it. I went back to the kitchen and threw myself into unpacking the boxes of crockery that had arrived, my mind racing a bit. It wasn’t so much the Gheorghe thing as it was that I had properly realised my father would be openly gay now, and that there would be a man or men as part of that. Despite all the conversations, this was the first time I had actually thought about it in real terms. Justin came by later in his uniform, on a quick break from duty, and he stopped into the guest bedroom to say hello to my Dad who was now helping Gheorghe with the paintwork. When Justin came back out of the room after just a minute or two, he glanced back in again and the expression on his face told me he must have noticed what I had. When he said his goodbyes and left, I hurried after him. “What did you think of Dad?” I asked, as we rode the lift down. “He’s looking fitter and healthier than I’ve ever seen him” Justin replied. “Anything else?” I asked. “Dunno” he said. “He seemed to just want to get back to painting with Gheorghe so he didn’t say much.” “Yeah” I said. “I, er, thought I saw something between them earlier.” “You did?” he asked. “Yeah, like a spark or something” I replied. “Hard to say, but there was something.” “Well OK” said Justin, smiling. “I thought he just didn’t want to talk to me because I arrested him so many times and am now fucking two of his sons.” “His sons are fucking each other and he’s OK with that, so I think you’re fine” I said, grinning at him. “Also, he was so fucking wasted whenever you had to arrest him that he won’t remember it was you.” We got out of the lift and went outside. “So, your dad and Gheorghe” he said, as I lit up a cigarette. “Yeah” I replied, “or maybe. I dunno.” “You OK with that if it is a thing?” he asked, before taking my cigarette from me for a puff and then handing it back. “Er, yeah, I guess so” I said. “I mean, Dad’s like ten years older at least, but Gheorghe’s a great guy. If there’s something there then I’d be happy it was with someone good. But what about you?” “Me?” Justin asked. “Well, yeah” I said. “I mean, you and Gheorghe were going at each other like fucking maniacs before. Won’t it be weird if your father-in-law then hooks up with the guy?” Justin started laughing, actually having to wipe tears away from his eyes as he started to get back in control of himself again. “What’s so fucking funny?” I asked, grinning at him. “Us” he said. “This family. Even fucking Jerry Springer has never seen shit like this before.” He started laughing again, and this time I joined in. He was right. This family was fucking mental when you stopped and thought about it. Not only were the brothers all fucking each other, there were three extra men involved in the whole big loving mess. Now we were here talking about the possibility of the father getting it on with a guy who employed two of the family’s extra lovers, had been pozzed by the third one, and had at some point both fucked and been fucked by all the sons. You couldn’t make this shit up. “But no” said Justin, when we calmed down. “No issues for me. Gheorghe is indeed a great guy, and he and I were just satisfying physical needs we had at that time. I’d actually be very happy if your Dad found something with him. “You would?” I asked. “Yeah, I would” said Justin. “I know from the shit I’ve seen that a good relationship can be what saves people from falling back into things they depended on before. Like, not just from having someone to support and look out for them, but someone who helps them recover their self-esteem and self-worth. I reckon that’s just what your Dad needs.” There were times when Justin’s worldliness took me by surprise, when I got a glimpse into everything he had seen and experienced being in the police. Like, everyone thought I was the most with-it of the Ballards even though I was the youngest, but Justin kept showing me that he was really the rock in our whole unorthodox household. I fell in love with him a little more every time he quietly revealed things like this, showing just how perceptive he was about the world. I demonstrated how he made me feel by moving closer to him and grabbing the front of his uniform, leaning up for a deep kiss. He was on duty and out in the open, but he no longer cared about holding back if the moment was right. He kissed me back, and then gave me a big smile as we parted. “I love you” I said. “You know I love you too” he replied. He headed back off to meet up with his colleague, and after finishing my cigarette I went back upstairs. I looked round at my brothers all hunched over as they focused on their tasks, and then I went over to the guest bedroom and looked in on my Dad as he continued to help Gheorghe paint while the two of them chatted about Romania. This time I just smiled, and then I took myself back to the kitchen to continue unpacking. My mind was still a rollercoaster, but Justin was right, there was only upside if indeed something was happening with those two. We would just have to step back and see how it all played out…

Once we were at the warehouse we all got undressed in a small office at the front and left our clothes there. Dressed only in our trains, shorts and chains, we made our way into the main room where the four hunky students were talking to Grant while holding beers and smoking cigarettes. They were just in jockstraps and flip-flops, and looked more relaxed than I had expected them to be. “Boys” I said, approaching them, “you ready?” “Fuck yeah” replied Dean, as they all turned to face us. “We’ve been fucking the shit out of each other thinking about this” laughed Finn. “So you’re ready to get pozzed?” Bret asked. “Fucking desperate for it” Jamie said. “Don’t know what you fucking did to us or slipped in our drinks” chuckled Anthony, “but we all want this to happen.” “They just unlocked who you really are, like they did with me” Justin said. “Feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it?” Some of the other men who were taking part began to arrive, all casually dressed and most actually keeping a tank top or T-shirt on. I recognised most of them from other scenes we had done, and knew the students would be in for a fucking awesome night. Grant decided it was time to begin, so he got most of the guys to clear out to the side of the room and remain silent. Once the cameras were rolling, us four brothers each got a student into the missionary gloryholes and strapped in their legs on the outside. We then went round to the back access for the cells and got their wrists into the cuffs in each of them, all being filmed from the cameras installed above and looking down. Grant had said we would release them from the wrist restraints later in the shoot, but he wanted them properly trussed up for the first bit. Before we got on with filming the sex, each of us brothers helped our student smoke a final cigarette and drink some water, and then it was time to begin. We slid into the student we had helped into position, and began to fuck. But we then started swapping round, all having a go with each of them. But as we could feel our first orgasms brewing, we went back to our starting positions while the other men began to walk into the scene. I was with Finn, and as I accelerated he begged for my load from within the cell. I roared as I blew, hearing Kane doing the same to Anthony from the other end of the line of gloryholes. As soon as I pulled back, a tall older guy with biohazards on both shoulders stepped up and rammed his cock into Finn, going straight into a frenetic fuck that I could tell the student was both loving and struggling with. There were soon four of the new arrivals ramming the students, while us brothers stood round one of the bar tables drinking beers, smoking cigarettes and recovering from the first breedings. Grant was OK with whispered conversations in the room, or louder ones between the tops and bottoms at the actual gloryholes, and it was actually pretty great to have quiet chats with the various men in between our turns with the upturned holes. Grant beckoned us brothers over after a while and quietly told us it was time to go and release the students from the wrist cuffs. He said he wanted it all on film, and that we should get the lads to suck our cocks a bit in between them getting a much needed cigarette and drink of water. We did as he asked, going back to our original students to release them, and I had to stop myself from laughing at how completely fucked-out Finn looked lying in there. His body was rocking back and forth despite him being on his back, meaning the guy inside him was really going for it. I released his cuffs, gave him a sip of water, and then lit up two cigarettes and passed one to him. I pulled my hard cock out of my shorts and put it against the side of his head, and he turned to start taking licks and sucks of it in between puffs of his cig. He looked damn hot, and I actually felt a bit jealous at the pounding he was clearly taking from the guy outside. The lads stayed in the cells for several hours, until Grant decided he wanted a final orgy out on the main area with the four of them being bent over and spitroasted. He said he was fine with mixing things up a bit as well, as long as all loads went into the students. That allowed for all of us brothers to enjoy being fucked while we bred the boys again, for a few of the men to try out Gheorghe’s girthy cock, and for Justin and Will to both lean against the wall and get pounded by numerous guys who were building themselves up to breed the lads again. Pavel and Jonas worked between the lads, sucking their cocks as they were gangbanged, with the builders often taking a cock up their hole at the same time while they were down on all fours. I would have loved a load or two, but was happy to just have my hole getting used as it allowed me to get hard again more quickly. By the night’s end, I think the four sets of Ballard balls had been drained dry into those students. We went home exhausted, but knew from Grant’s excitement that this film was going to be big once it was edited and posted. That was going to take time as so many cameras had been used, and he gave us his blessing to now just get on with converting the lads. However, we had come up with another idea by that point, and discussed it with Grant to make sure he was OK with it. He was, and so the following Monday we all got to Bret’s gym just before closing time and then waited outside. Once the last customers were gone, we went in and the owner locked the door behind us. Pretty soon we were in the main workout room, filming on our phones as the owner joined us in fucking the students as the lads lifted weights or used other bits of gym equipment. For instance, at one point Kieron and Kane sat on a couple of exercise bikes, and Dean and Jamie cycled at a fast pace while thrusting their eager holes up and down on the twins’ cocks. Everything we filmed was going to be used for a series of promotional shorts for the main gangbang movie, with the owner only wanting all the raw footage for himself to jerk off over in private as his payment for using the gym. Over the course of a couple of days the following week, all four of the students came down with the fuck flu. We all dropped in at different times to help Zac and Shane to care for them, usually taking the opportunity to fuck a load or two more into the converting lads, and then when they had recovered they all got to fuck their first poz loads into a Ballard. I took Dean’s, and he proved that he was just as good a top as he was a cumdump bottom. Zac and Shane were even more deeply into each other and only really interested in the occasional bit of fun with us or the other housemates outside of their own relationship, but the four newly-pozzed guys had their sights set on what sounded like a conquest of the whole campus before they graduated. We all laughed at their plans, assuming it was just fantasy, but a few months later the local press was covering a spike in infection rates at the university that had caused the administrators to roll out a new campaign and draft in a load of counsellors and sexual health medics to try to promote condoms and use of prep. What made me laugh the most was the casual mention in one paper of “amongst staff and students”, where others had only covered the student population. “What can I say?” Jamie said to me when I called him about it. “There’s some fucking hot lecturers there.” But before all that broke in the press, things moved on significantly for the Ballards. Dad was released from the centre, and events unfolded in a way I had never predicted…

The silence that followed after I had finished speaking felt like it might last forever, and after watching Dad for a reaction I began nervously looking around at my brothers. Kane and Kieron were both just staring down at the floor, but Bret caught my eye and gave me a small smile and a nod to tell me I had done well. He had his hands resting on his lap and was tapping his thumbs together, showing me how nervous he was really. “Ed” the therapist said, “would you like to go to the Reflection Room?” She had told us they had a room at the centre that some of the patients made use of to think or meditate, and that Dad had found helpful after his initial resistance to the idea. “No” he said, staring at the floor, “I’m OK.” He then looked up at me and stared, before turning to Bret and doing the same. His gaze then fell on each of the twins, who didn’t look up themselves but they still began shifting around in their chairs as though they knew he was staring at them. Finally Dad turned back to me. “Luke” he said, taking a deep breath, “thank you. I know that took a lot of courage.” I could see the therapist nod a little bit while looking at my father, and realised he was probably using lines that he had learned, particularly as he didn’t sound like himself. “That is a lot to take in” he said. “A fuck lot to take in.” “I know” I said. “I’m sorry.” “It’s OK” he said. “I, er, guess this explains all the silver. Still thought you was all dealing.” “We don’t do any drugs Dad” Bret said. “I promise.” “I believe you son” he said. “The other thing I couldn’t fucking get my head around was how you boys all suddenly stopped being such cunts to each other, and now I know that too.” “We were all just trying to hide who we were from everyone” Bret said. “From ourselves too” Kane quietly added. “I know that son” he said to K. “You know I get it.” I saw Kane’s eyes get a bit wet, and Kieron decided to ignore our earlier decision to minimise physical contact or affection in front of Dad until we knew how he was going to respond to what we had to say to him. Kieron shuffled his chair closer to Kane’s, and put his arm round his twin’s shoulders. Dad just stared at them as Kieron leaned over and whispered something in Kane’s ear, and Kane nodded before looking up at Dad. “You really do love each other, don’t you?” Dad said to them. “Yes” Kieron responded, tears forming in his eyes now too. “We do.” Dad turned to me, and then looked at Bret. “And you two?” “Dad” Bret said, before taking a deep breath. “I know it’s fucking weird, or even sick, but Luke is everything to me. I mean fucking everything. When the army kicked me out I was so fucking angry and ashamed and sad or whatever. And at home I only felt fucking worse because I couldn’t handle how he was making me feel. It’s hard to explain…” He trailed off, and we sat there in silence again as a group. “Bret” the therapist said, “I think it is important that you speak your truth here today. Can I suggest you close your eyes and just imagine you’re talking to me.” After Bret nodded I leaned over and took his hand, and he closed his eyes and lifted his head so he was sitting up straight. He then started to talk, revealing things he’d never even told me before. He had come home feeling angry, ashamed, bitter, betrayed, but most of all he was scared. But the minute he saw me for the first time in ages, he had also got rattled because of how adult I had started looking, how my muscles had grown, and how confident I had become. He had never seen or thought of any of us as anything but his younger brothers, focusing his lust and frustrated desires on Justin, some of the other sporty guys at school, and even some of the teachers. But despite how much of a bully and a cunt he could be to me, he also felt really protective and would have punched out anyone from outside the family who messed with me. When he saw me again after such a long time away, that protective thing rapidly turned into something else, and once we had come out to him he couldn’t hold it back. “I always felt like I had to protect Luke” he said, as he finished up, “even though I did a shit job of it. But now, what I feel like is that Luke protects me. I know I’m bigger and shit, but it’s like I only feel safe and happy knowing Luke’s there and that I’m his. I know I act like I’m some fucking alpha moron, but it is just an act Dad. I’ve always been scared, mostly of who I am, and with Luke I just don’t feel scared anymore. I love Justin, I do, but if we’re on the sofa or lying in bed and Luke has his arms round me, that is the only time I fucking feel like I am being me and that it’s OK.” I sat staring at Bret, not sure what to say. He opened his eyes and tears began to fall out of them straight away, but I stayed where I was holding his hand. Kieron took his arm off Kane’s shoulder and got up, standing behind Bret and then leaning over to put his arms round his older brother to comfort him. “Dad?” Kane said. I looked over at Dad, and he was openly weeping. I then turned back to Bret, and he looked me deep in the eyes. “I love you Luke” he said, his lip trembling. At that moment I burst into tears, and just gripped Bret’s hand tighter as we looked into each other’s eyes. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see Dad standing there looking down at me with a warm smile on his face as the tears continued to fall. “For fuck’s sake go and kiss the man who loves you son” he said. We were all a mess when we left the centre, but it was over, it was all out, and it could not have gone better. Dad said it would take some time for him to deal with it all, but through tears, sobbing and smiles, he made sure that we understood he did not judge us. He said he did not care about us being HIV positive, and was just glad we weren’t doing drugs. He told us that he was as proud as a father could be that we were all so able and willing to love other people, not just each other but also the other guys in our lives. Even his therapist looked a bit emotional at one point, but got herself together to discuss next steps with us all before we left. She suggested we come back regularly from now on, whether alone, in couples or as a group, so we could carry on working on it all. She recommended Justin, Jonas and Pavel be brought along to meet him, which he said he was looking forward to so he could meet the other men we loved. He asked to say one last thing before the session ended, and went on to tell us that he was definitely gay, that he wanted to love, and that we were a big part of helping him realise that. We were all dehydrated from the crying that followed. That night was one of those where the normal sex was replaced with brothers needing to just be held by their lovers. The twins went into Dad’s bed to just be together with their hunky builders, while Justin held me tightly from behind while I did the same to an often-sobbing Bret. I never wanted to let go of him, nor did I want Justin to ever let me out of his arms. Bret needed me to protect him from nothing in particular, and I realised I got the same from the musclebound policeman behind me even though it had not occurred to me before. But it all made sense now, realising how much of the time with Bret involved me being the top, the big spoon, the protector. I loved it, but now knew that my lack of jealousy over the bond he shared with Justin was because the musclebound policeman and me had something of our own. He was my protector, my rock, and actually always had been even when I was a younger teenager and slightly worshipping the guy. The next day the three of us went into town early, going to the jewellers where Bret had bought the matching rings we wore. With a huge extra charge for speed paid, the three of us went off to browse the clothes shops, have lunch together and even catch a film, before we went back near to closing time. A J had been added before the BLB on our existing rings, and a new one had been made with the same engraving and then dipped in gold. Bret did not give a shit what the woman who had served us thought as he slipped it onto Justin’s finger, before embracing his old friend in a long embrace. Outside on the street me and Justin also held each other, before we hailed a cab and went home. We all had to quickly change and get to work, but in the early hours of the morning when Justin finally got back from being on duty, despite how tired we were we made love in every position and combination possible. We drifted off to sleep near dawn, Justin inside me and me inside Bret. Throughout Sunday morning we kept going back to bed, unable to resist the urge to keep bonding with each other, and spent the rest of the time talking more openly and honestly with each other than we had done in a long time. The twins or the builders would occasionally appear in the kitchen or bathroom, but the four of them were otherwise in Dad’s room with the door closed the whole time. From the sounds I occasionally heard, it was clear that Jonas and Pavel were no longer exclusively bottoms in the fourway relationship. There was no repeat of the pre-dawn sex that night, all of us knowing we had to be on top form later for the big gloryhole gangbang. I kind of wanted to just carry on spending time with my lovers, but we had committed to playing our part with the students. There were only going to be four of them taking part, as Shane had texted me that morning to say he had a feverish, shivering boyfriend passed out on his bed, though I suspected Zac might still have bailed as he had made it clear he wanted to know the guy he had fallen in love with was the one who had pozzed him. He had got his wish, and Shane was clearly pleased about it too. I felt really good about having introduced them to each other. We spent the day chilling out, and all went to Bret’s gym to work out a bit. He had shifted to a day shift and was working that afternoon, but to help him and Will maintain his energy we all did a bit of time in the storeroom with them. Fortunately the two Turks did not show up, nor did any other members who wanted to be bred themselves, and we avoided any of us getting tired out by sharing the loads. The owner actually took the twins off to use himself for a bit, which they seemed to enjoy. Once Bret was off the clock we all relaxed in the steam room and sauna, and then headed home to get ready. Grant wanted us in athletic shorts with no underwear, and would have us all topless so our biohazards were on full display, so we just threw on hoodies and tracksuit bottoms over our shorts for the journey. Pavel, Jonas, Gheorghe and Will all came over, and then we went off to pick up the Ubers we had booked. By that point I was into it, and could not wait to see the hunky students’s arses on display and ready to be bred…

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We got Gheorghe to take a look at Dad’s flat to see what he thought, and while he couldn’t check if the floors were fucking rotting away, he thought it was fine and could just be done up a bit. Or a lot. Bret thought we should go for a complete overhaul, but Kane and Kieron backed me up on leaving it be until we knew what we were actually dealing with after talking to Dad. He might actually want to come back to the flat being the way he left it, and ripping out the fittings for new ones and repainting the whole place could fuck up his mental state if we weren’t careful. There was plenty of time to deal with the place if we did find we were staying put. We decided to wait for the therapist to reach out, and in the meantime focus on having some fun. The student housemates had become our goal, now that everyone had seen the rough cut of the video I had done with them. Grant wanted their next video to be shot on the Czech-inspired purpose-built ‘gloryhole’ set, but we had not figured out a way to get them into that without some other thing happening first. Zac suggested he just bring me, my brothers, Justin, Shane and anyone else we thought would work round one evening when his other housemates would probably be watching porn together while plunging dildos into their holes, and then we could see where things went from there. This sounded like a good strategy, and I asked Will if he wanted to join in which of course he did. Sheila’s sister Denise kindly agreed to cover my shift on the Saturday night at the Dragon in return for Justin, Kane, Kieron and I helping her get a tree stump out of the ground in her garden, which we sorted that morning before all going home to sleep a bit more. Bret and Will had both done day shifts at the gym, and while Bret was fine, when Will came by later to meet us he was definitely walking a bit weird. “The two Turks” Bret said, with a chuckle. “I could sit on a fucking traffic cone and not feel it” Will groaned, tenderly touching his crack through his tracksuit bottoms. “I’m gonna have to meet these guys” I laughed. “You’ll love it” Justin said, winking at me. Jonas and Pavel turned up as well, smirking as they lifted their tops to show the outlines of the big biohazards they’d started to get inked onto their torsos. Kane and Kieron dived at them for deep kisses, and from the way the four of them looked, I knew there would have been some loud fucking happening within minutes if we hadn’t been going out. We got a couple of Ubers into town to meet Shane and Zac at our favourite gay bar, and despite the new chill in the air they were sitting outside with their drinks in an otherwise deserted terrace. “Wow” I said, putting my hand on Shane’s neck. “You’ve started with the bling.” “Yeah” he said, pulling back the sleeve of his hoodie to reveal a big bracelet as well. “It’s just steel for now, but I’ve got some proper stuff on order.” “So fucking hot” said Zac, licking his lips. I introduced Shane and Zac to everyone, and then we got in some rounds of drinks. Only the occasional smoker came out onto the terrace, so we could just talk freely without worrying about anything. I loved just looking around all these hot guys, thinking about all the fun we’d had and all the love there was on display. I noticed Zac looking around us all too, and when I caught his eye I winked at him. “You guys are all so great” he whispered to me. “So fucking hot too.” “Don’t worry mate” I said. “We’re gonna get you your own poz gang.” We stayed for three rounds of drinks, until Zac thought his housemates would probably be ‘ready’ for us based on how things usually went. So we ordered some more Ubers to get to the university area, deciding it might be best if Zac arrived at the house first with me, Shane and Bret, and then the others could turn up in smaller groups a bit later. Their cars dropped them instead at a pub near the house, while we went straight to surprise the boys. Zac opened the door quietly and we all slipped into the hall, and then he left the door closed but unlatched so the others could just walk in later. We stood and listened to the sounds of satisfaction coming from the living room, and then Zac pushed the door open and we all marched in. “Hey guys” he said to his housemates, “brought some friends over.” They all looked like rabbits in headlights, sat on the sofas in just tank tops, each with one hand gripping their erect cock and the other on a dildo wedged up their arse. As they stared at us and we grinned at them, the only sound in the room was from the video they had been watching in which a load of Sean Cody studs were fucking each other bareback. “Please guys” I said, “carry on.” “Unless you want to try out the real thing” Bret added, as he lightly gripped his hardening cock through his jogging bottoms. Three of them continued to just stare at us in shock, but we all saw one of them glance down at Bret’s crotch and lightly touch his lips with his tongue. Bret walked over and stood in front of the guy, the others now watching him, and then just stood and waited. The student, a lean and muscled black guy we later found out was called Anthony, slid forward on the sofa and reached up with one hand to touch Bret’s crotch, his other hand still holding the end of the dildo he had up his arse. Bret slid his trousers down so Anthony could touch him through his trunks, and then shortly after he also slid those down. Anthony stared at the cock in front of him, before gingerly taking a grip of it. He held it for a moment, then rubbed his hand up and down it a little. Bret brought his own hand round and helped point it at the handsome student, and Anthony leaned forward and hesitantly took it into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he began to suck on my brother, while also resuming the pushing and pulling of the dildo. It was clear that the boy was snared, and I knew he’d be willingly giving up his arse in no time. The other three housemates were all watching Anthony service Bret, now all continuing to wank themselves while they gently pushed their own dildos in and out. I was trying to decide which one to aim for myself when we heard the front door open, with Kane, Kieron, Pavel and Jonas being the next arrivals. Shane, Zac and I moved further into the room to allow the other four space to get in, and then I marched forward towards an extremely cute blond twunk called Jamie. I yanked down my trousers and jock, and he slid forward and took my cock into his mouth straight away. The twins did not delay getting involved, with Kane stepping in front of a tattooed brown-haired hunk called Dean, and Kieron going up to the last of them, a pale but well-muscled bearded redhead called Finn. Neither lad hesitated before joining their friends in giving their first blowjobs. Justin and Will arriving prompted us to move on to the next stage. We brothers stepped away from the housemates and stripped naked, with our fellow guests doing the same. Then Zac got down on all fours in front of the TV, Shane got on his knees behind him, and the horny students watched as their fifth housemate willingly began to get fucked in front of them. I grabbed the remote and turned off the porn, satisfied we no longer needed any help from a bunch of American frat boys. “Guys” I said to the four housemates, do you want what Zac is getting?” They all nodded while not taking their eyes off what was happening in front of them. “Then there’s something you need to know first” I said. “Zac?” “This is my boyfriend Shane” Zac said, as he rocked back and forth. “He’s poz.” “We’re all poz” I said, choosing to ignore that Will had not converted yet, “and we never use condoms. You still want what Zac’s getting?” The four of them were back to looking like rabbits in headlights, but Anthony once again broke first. He looked up at me, then down at my hard cock, then back to Zac taking it from behind. He began to jerk his cock again, then seemed to reach a decision. He stood up, slowly pulled the dildo out of his arse to throw on the floor, and then pulled off his top. He moved towards Bret and took hold of my brother’s cock, looking down at it and licking his lips. “You want this inside you?” Bret asked him. “Fuck me” Anthony whispered. “Please fuck me.” One down, three to go. Bret turned Anthony around and pushed him into a kneeling position on the sofa. He got behind the guy, kneeling on the edge of the sofa cushions himself, and then put his erect cock at the already loosened hole. He steadily pushed himself all the way in, and then immediately began to fuck. Anthony started moaning and panting, but we all saw him arching his back and beginning to slightly push back against each of Bret’s inward thrusts. Finn dived up out of his seat, stripping off and removing his own dildo. He turned and bent over to lean on the armrest of the sofa, and Kieron just stepped up behind him and entered. Pavel squeezed round beside them until he was standing against the wall next to the sofa, and presented his cock to Finn as the lad began to take a pounding from behind. He hungrily swallowed the Polish cock, moaning in heat as his first fuck turned into a spit-roast. Dean was thrusting the dildo in and out of his hole as he watched what had unfolded so quickly beside him, and then he turned to Kane. “Fuck me hard” he growled, before standing up and stripping off his top. Kane darted round behind him and bent him forward, with Jonas already in position for the tattooed student to begin sucking him. Kane gripped the dildo and yanked it out of Dean, immediately slamming his cock inside instead to begin a fast and frenetic fuck. Will, meanwhile, and bent over against the wall near the door with Justin crouched down eating out his hole, a sure sign that they were going to be fucking soon as well. That left Jamie, whose head was darting round the room looking at the explosion of fucking while he yanked his cock and worked his hole. “You want some of that too?” I asked him. “Yes” he panted. He stayed seated, ripping off his vest, but before he could stand up I moved back to him, lifted his legs and then pulled out the dildo. I put his legs on my shoulders, placed my cock at his entrance, and then leaned forward so he was squashed back against the sofa cushions looking up at me. “You want this inside you?” I asked. “Yes!” he panted. “You want my poz cock inside you?” I said. “Oh fuck me, yes!” he almost yelled. “You want me to slide in and fuck you with my poz cock?” I asked. “Just do it!” he cried. I pushed in, and slid all the way inside quickly. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened as I plunged in deeper than a dildo had ever been, but he didn’t cry out or resist. “You like how that feels?” I asked. “Fuck yeah” he panted. “I’m gonna fuck you now” I growled, “and then I’m gonna breed a big poz load deep in your neg hole.” He was panting like crazy, but gave me a small nod to say he understood and that he wanted it. That was all I needed, and I began to thrust. His face told me he loved it, and I began to whisper to him about how potent I was, how he was going to be taking poz cock all night, and what a bottom slut he was going to be. He begged and pleaded with me to do it to him, for everyone to fuck him, and that he wanted to be filled with poz loads. It was so hot to see him transform before my eyes as he finally got what he had clearly been craving. The room was filled with moans, slapping of thighs on cheeks, and verbal poz talk. Will was by far the loudest, enjoying Justin’s huge cock while probably still being really sore from his encounter with the Turkish duo at the gym earlier. I had no problem with him joining in as a bottom given he still had not converted, as god knows we had enough poz tops for everyone. I suspected Jonas and Pavel would also be up for sharing their new gifts with the students, even though they were exclusively bottoms with the twins as far as I knew. I didn’t know if Shane or Zac would get involved in fucking with anyone else, but part of me suspected they might be happy just to carry on as they were while enjoying watching the corruption of the other four housemates. Justin was the first to blow, and then after that he grabbed his phone and began to take some videos and photos of the scene to send to Grant. The man responded immediately to the first pic that was sent to him, so Justin FaceTimed him and allowed him to see live coverage of what we were achieving. “You better get that warehouse ready” Justin said to him after bringing the phone camera back to being on just his face. “I’m fucking on it!” Grant said, before ending the call. Bret roaring as he reached his peak and blew a poz load into Anthony set off a bit of a domino effect, with Kane pozzing Dean, Kieron pozzing Finn, Shane pozzing Zac, and then finally me unloading my toxic cum into Jamie as he stared up at me with pleading eyes. The room was now full of the sounds of both tops and bottoms panting from the exertion, but eventually we all calmed down and separated. The four housemates who had just had their cherries popped all reached to their holes to feel the poz cum dripping out of them, most bringing their fingers back to their lips to taste, while the rest of us threw some clothes back on. We headed outside to their back garden to light up, with the housemates joining us eventually. Zac and Shane brought out some bottles and glasses, and we all relaxed in the chilly air drinking spirits, smoking cigarettes and happily chatting. The four guys we’d just deflowered all admitted they’d been wanting to take an actual cock since they’d watched me fuck Zac for the first time, and then he told them about his relationship with Shane. They had all guessed he was seeing someone, but didn’t know he was so involved with a guy nor that he was actively trying to get pozzed. I made sure to tell them that they could stop things right there and then go and get some PEP the next day, but after a moment’s thought they all decided to just carry on. Anthony and Jamie admitted they’d both started watching pozzing porn privately in their rooms, while Dean had zoned out of the conversation and was just obsessing over Bret’s tattoos and saying he wanted to add to his own ink with some similar designs. Finn was the quietest, but finally told them all that he had been secretly writing poz fiction for a site he’d found accidentally and got really into. Justin made him load up his favourite story, and then read it out to the rest of us while Finn blushed. The guy had talent, that was for sure, and the short story about a student being pozzed by a professor on a field trip was extremely hot. So hot in fact that we were all ready to go again once Justin had finished reading it. We decided that we would spend the rest of the night with the boys separated, so got them to go to their own rooms and get ready on their beds. Zac quietly said he wanted that just Shane which was not a surprise to any of us, and the two of them went inside and upstairs. Zac’s door was closed for the rest of the night as the two lovebirds continued working towards the student’s conversion in private. The other four did relocated to their rooms as instructed, and the rest of us spent the night roaming the house getting involved in all sorts of pairings and groups. Will used the whole ground floor as his base, happily taking loads in the living room, kitchen or on the stairs from any of the rest of us who went downstairs to get a drink or go outside for a smoke. Though we were on a quest to properly get the four housemates started with their conversions, through chain-fucks or the occasional group session in a bedroom, we all bottomed at points throughout the night too. Jonas and Pavel were particularly into being in the middle of a sandwich, happily starting to gift for the first time while still being the absolute bottoms they otherwise were. The housemates treated us to a giant Maccy D’s breakfast delivery in the morning, before we piled back into Ubers to go home. There was not a shred of anxiety or regret amongst any of them, and they were well up for doing a gloryhole gangbang scene with Grant once it was organised. It was also clear that Zac was not going to be the only bottom in the house once we were gone, as they would all now be eagerly fucking each other after they had recovered. Shane actually stayed behind, as he and Zac were going to enjoy being free to fuck throughout Sunday in that house for a change, no longer needing to confine their relationship to Shane’s flat. Grant messaged us while we were in the cabs, saying he’d lined up enough to go ahead with the new vid a week from Monday. He wanted all of us there, and was going to get as many other guys involved as he could. “I want those boys pozzed” he said at the end of his message, making me chuckle. It was only the next day that Will messaged Bret to say he felt like shit, a sure sign that he had finally succumbed to the virus. He didn’t need any of us to do anything as he was well looked after at home, but Bret did drop in on him a couple of times anyway under the guise of being a colleague from the gym who just wanted to check out how he was doing. I think Bret was also eager to see how long Will might be off for, as he was back to having to provide all the extra services at the gym himself which was running him ragged. Justin took pity on him and started going there more often to join in, always being happy to have a line of men waiting to pound his needy hole. This left me a bit on my own when I wasn’t working at the Dragon, so I started spending more time at the new flat actually helping out a bit while also swapping loads with Gheorghe. His dick really was one of my favourites to ride, and he was such a nice and kind hunk that I genuinely enjoyed being with him even if we were just painting a wall side by side. He was really getting into running his own company, and said he had started talking to another couple of potential clients as well as lining up two guys originally from Moldova to employ if he won some more work. “They already poz” he said to me, glancing sideways. “But good fuck.” I laughed out loud, pleased the Romanian was getting some action. The prospect of meeting these two guys and getting to have some fun with them as well also made me feel more keen to get an answer on what was going to happen to Dad’s flat, as that would be extra work for Gheorghe’s company that could yield a Moldovan encounter or two. But for now there was enough going on to keep us all occupied, and the prospect of seeing the students have their holes permanently wrecked on Monday was getting me hornier by the day…

I waited on the street for a few minutes, and then Bret and Kieron emerged from the centre both looking like their heads might explode. They walked up to where I was standing and Bret threw his arms round me and held me in a tight hug. He lifted one arm and held it out, and Kieron inserted himself in the embrace. “Fucking hell” Bret said as we parted. “Yeah” I said. “I need a drink” muttered Kieron, fishing into his pocket for his cigarettes. I walked them to a pub round the corner, and got us all pints as they took a seat at a shabby picnic table outside. I set the drinks down, then took a seat next to Bret and put my hand on his leg. “So Dad’s gay too then” he said. “Probably” I replied. “I mean, maybe bi or something, but yeah.” “This is so fucking weird” Kieron said. “I’m not surprised he got so fucked up” Bret muttered. “Between our fucking antics, Mum leaving, the factory closing and his fucking shame over that guy he was with, his head must have been a fucking mess.” “Yeah” I sighed. “But maybe things will be better now.” “No fucking way” Kieron said. “It’s gonna be like ‘Hey Dad, glad you’re better. By the way, your sons are all fucking each other, we’re all poz, we all do porn, and we’re moving in together and leaving you alone.’ He’s gonna be drowning himself in fucking whisky again in no time.” “I know” said Bret. “I don’t know how the fuck we’re going to deal with this.” “Listen” I said, “I’ve been thinking about it since me and Kane went to see him. I think we just have to be honest with him, but do it while he’s still at the centre so he’s got some fucking support round him.” They both nodded in agreement, so I continued. “I think we also have to talk to his therapist” I said. “She needs to know what she’s dealing with.” “We can’t fucking do that” Kieron said. “Pretty damn sure that it’s illegal for brothers to be fucking each other.” “I know” I said, “but I think we have to anyway, and just try to get her to agree that it comes under a confidentiality thing or something.” “Maybe we need to talk to one of the lawyers who fucks us” Bret said quietly. We agreed that was sensible, and I reached out to Stephen by text to ask if he could help. We then tried to focus on talking about something else while we waited to see if he would respond, and focused on what we were doing to do about living arrangements now that we had Pavel and Jonas to worry about too. Me and Kieron got into the logistics of different bed arrangements in the two rooms, wondering if the twins should now have the larger one with a pair of small double beds they could push together, but then Bret spoke up. “I may have a solution” he said, a bit quietly. “Yeah?” I asked. “Well” he started, “what if Dad moved to the new place? I mean, there’s a spare bedroom if we want to stay over, and then we could stay where we are and have his room available. We could replace the single beds in our rooms with doubles, and then sort of work it out as we go on.” Kieron and I stared at him, and then at each other. “I’m just thinking” Bret continued, “it might actually be good for Dad if he wasn’t back in the flat where all the shit in his life went down. A new start, somewhere still familiar and with us nearby, but without all the fucking demons he’s been dealing with.” “Bret” I said, “those demons are in his head, not the flat. But yeah, I do see your point.” “Me too” said Kieron. “I mean, it does make sense I guess, even if it means we don’t get to live there.” We decided to talk to Kane and Justin about it, and then add it to the list of things we had to discuss with Dad. I felt really torn over it, as I was looking forward to moving into the new place with everyone. But what Bret had proposed really did make sense, both for Dad’s mental health as well as the practicalities of the rest of us having a place that was big and flexible enough to also now accommodate Jonas and Pavel. I had wondered about seeing if there was a way to help them get a place together, but had thought that K&K might push back on that as they really were starting to plan out a future as part of a four-way relationship. I also didn’t think it would work to split us brothers up, as even if Dad somehow was OK with all this, none of us would ever feel properly free to be ourselves if still living with him. But it did occur to me we could get Gheorghe to do some work to make Dad’s flat nicer, perhaps brightening it up like we were doing to Stan and Winston’s old place. A new kitchen and bathroom maybe. Everyone was a bit glum that night as we all reluctantly came to terms with Bret’s idea being the best solution. No-one was in the mood for sex, with me, Bret and Justin choosing to sit in a pile on the sofa watching TV before we went to bed and cuddled up together. The twins did something we had never done in all this time, and used Dad’s big double bed so they could be with each other but also have Pavel and Jonas in bed with them, though I also knew they were probably staking a bit of a claim to the room for our revised future. That didn’t bother me, as a proper double in our room would work well for the three of us, and we could perhaps have a single bed and then some decent storage in the twins’ room for anyone to use as they needed. A good sofabed for the lounge would have to be on the shopping list as well. The need to know what we were doing was bothering me and Bret the next day, but fortunately Stephen had replied and agreed to have a chat with us before he decided whether he was able to give us a view. Bret also called the centre and got an appointment to see the therapist, albeit at a nearby pub so there would be no risk of Dad seeing us, with us agreeing we would just discuss the future living arrangements unless Stephen gave us a clear green light to discuss the other stuff with her too. That left most of the day free, and with Justin on duty and the twins hanging out at the other flat, me and Bret ended up back in bed making love in between talking about everything. It really was making love rather than just sex, and as always when we were being intimate like that, Bret was the bottom throughout. Me and Justin were both hungry bottoms when given the choice, but in intimate solo sessions with Bret we now always topped the hunky ex-soldier. I think we were both happy with it, maybe both sensing the stronger bond with Bret when he had one (or both) of us fully inside him. Stephen was a little cautious about his words when we went to see him at his office, saying that the confidentiality between a therapist and a patient did not necessarily extend to separate discussions with family members. However, he felt that they would only take action if there was a minor or vulnerable adult at risk, which was not a factor with our situation. Indeed, he was of the view that she would prefer to know everything and be prepared for whatever fallout there was with Dad, and that the conversation happening within the safety and support systems of the centre would be wise. With his advice under our belt, Bret and I went for a pint of Dutch courage before going to the centre. Then we headed off for our appointment, ordering soft drinks at the second pub on the basis it might be best not to be drinking while we talked to the therapist. She arrived a little late, and spent some time asking how we all were after our recent conversations with Dad. Then I began to speak on the topic we needed to discuss with her, asking her to just listen while I went through it all. I could not make eye contact with her, relying on Bret to stop me if she was obviously about to go ballistic or vomit, but to her credit she did just sit and let me finish. “Well” she said. “I don’t know about you, but this glass of water is no longer cutting it.” She got out of her seat and went up to the bar, and Bret and I exchanged nervous looks after watching her go. But she was soon back at the table, putting down three large gin and tonics. She took a big gulp of hers, stared down at the table for a moment, and then looked up at Bret and then me. “I have to start by saying that I was prepared for some of what you told me just now” she said. “I have worked with a wide range of clients, and have come to understand the meaning behind certain types of tattoos that people get, so I was aware that at least some of you were likely HIV positive.” “OK” I said. “Secondly, though your father will not necessarily know this, your involvement in pornography is not something that is so unusual for young men these days” she continued. “I suppose I would caution you that I have to work with a growing number of men who have sat up OnlyFans profiles or some equivalent, and have suffered mental health consequences eventually. That said, most were perhaps already in a bad situation before they began, and all were rather on their own in life, so your circumstances are different but it is still something I would urge you to consider.” “Noted” said Bret. “So, with that out of the way, we have the other issue to think about” she said, before pausing to take another sip of her drink. She started by thanking us for our honesty, and for the approach we were taking in dealing with it all while Dad was still being looked after in the system. She outlined a few scenarios for how things could play out, and what the response would be. The worst case was an initial acceptance that did not disrupt his path towards discharge from the centre, followed by a delayed angry or despairing reaction that caused a spiral and a return to alcohol dependence and antisocial or violent behaviour. She said she would need to work up a new plan for him to prepare for the conversation we were going to need to have, and agreed to contact us when she thought it was the right time to come and see him. “However” she said, “there is another possibility in all this that, as much as my own sensibilities may not agree with, could be positive for your father.” “What’s that?” Bret asked. “Well, as you both now know, he struggled with his sexuality and feelings of shame, and piled on top of that a rapidly declining sense of self worth as he coped with being a single father, particularly after he became unemployed” she said, with the two of us just nodding. “Frames the right way, your, er, circumstances could help him to see that he has raised four confident young men who are able and apparently very willing to love and be loved.” “Oh” I said, having never looked at it like that. “Furthermore” she said, after another gulp of her rapidly emptying gin, “this may all be a source of liberation for him from the shame he feels over his sexuality. I have already seen some developments there since you came out to him, and these other aspects of your lives that he is to be told about may help him finally accept and indeed be proud of who he is.” “Really?” Bret asked. “Yes” she said. “It’s just a theory, so you must not bank on this being the outcome, but we may find that the complete acceptance of yourselves, pursuance of what you want, and openness and frankness by which you live your lives, are what he needs to be surrounded by himself to help assuage the anxiety, guilt and shame he locked himself within all those years ago.” We carried on talking with her for a bit before she needed to leave, agreeing she would reach out to us once she felt things were right for talking to Dad. Bret and I watched her duck out into the rain that had started, and then sat in silence. We were both a bit overwhelmed, not just from the big words, scary scenarios or the prospect we could actually be helping Dad, but also from having talked to a normal person about our relationships. “Luke” Bret said quietly, “do you think she’s right about all this actually helping Dad?” “No fucking idea” I said. “I hope so, but maybe we need to think more about the other shit that could go down rather than that one good option.” “Yeah” he sighed. “Fuck, do I need a cigarette.” We gulped down the last of our gins, deciding to just leave and head back home. We couldn’t be arsed with the bus, so ordered an Uber while we had a smoke outside the pub. We sat in silence in the car, but Bret reached over and gestured for me to hold his hand which felt really good. I didn’t have a huge amount of time before my shift at the Dragon and nor did he before he was due at the gym, so we just chilled out together on the sofa drinking strong coffees and glasses of water to perk ourselves up a bit. There was a lot to think about, a lot to talk to the others about, but the therapist’s words had stuck with me. Guilt. Shame. Fear. As I lay against my brother with his arm round me I decided there and then that whatever happened, we had to help Dad to find what we all had. Liberation. Freedom. Love…

“Hey bruv” I said, as Bret came out into the small lobby at the gym. “Hey” he replied, giving me a smile. He stopped and spoke to the receptionist, who then opened the glass gate for me to go in. I followed him through to the empty changing rooms. “How’s it going?” I asked, as I got changed into some workout gear. “Good” he said. “Just got done doing some personal training. Got a gap now for other things.” “Oh yeah?” I replied, smirking. “Fuck yeah” he said, smiling. “I like doing proper gym stuff, but I’m still me!” I decided to go with him to the store room, where there were a couple of guys hanging around outside. “Me or Will?” he asked them. “You” said one. “Either” said the other. Bret waved in the one who had picked him out, and I followed them into the outer part of the room that was notionally still used for storage. Over to the side and out of sight from the door, Will was on all fours on a mat, taking a hard pounding from one guy while he had fully swallowed another. He was so fucking hot, especially with Bret’s chain flapping around as he was thrust back and forth. “Four hours and counting” Bret said to me, grinning. “No surprise there” I replied. “How do you want me?” he said to the gym member. “Bend over” the guy gruffly replied. Bret did as instructed, pulling down his shorts so he was just in a jock and vest. He bent over a big plastic case that contained a gazebo, and the guy stepped up and slid straight in. He fucked Bret hard and fast, coming within about 5 minutes. “Go get the other one for me Luke” Bret said, not moving position. I went out and beckoned the other man in, and he did pretty much the same as the previous one but lasted maybe 10 minutes. When he was done I checked outside for anyone else waiting, but as there was no-one I got down behind my brother and felched out the loads. We then both stood up straight to watch the ongoing spitroasting that Will was taking, his face red from the effort but his arse being pushed back to meet each thrust which clearly showed he was loving it. Bret had told me he was fitting in really well there, adding more capacity for the unspoken extra activities the gym offered its customers while also meaning there was enough flexibility in the setting of rotas for the actual work that needed to be done. For his part, Will was so grateful to me and Bret for helping him get the job, and also for the loan of the bling. I doubted Bret wanted it back, as he was pretty taken with Will as well and loved how the guy looked in his old gear. Gheorghe and Jonas were both basically recovered, which was timely as Pavel had finally succumbed and started his own conversion. Kieron was fretting over him a bit, and regularly going round to the flat the tattooed stud shared with a couple of other men. But with the other two back on the job, and with my agreement, Matas and Benas had returned to other clients’ homes even though it would mean our work took a bit longer to complete. I’m sure they had no idea how little work was being done at all though, as Kane and Justin were round there all the time swapping poz loads with their new men. I was looking forward to getting some time with Gheorghe myself if possible as I had really enjoyed having him inside me, but until Justin could be strapped into the on-order fuck machine to keep his needs in check, there was no chance of anyone else getting a piece of the Romanian. I did decide to go by just on the off chance though, and Bret was coming up with Will to meet me there so we could go for a drink. However, when I opened the front door I was met with a scene I never expected. It seems Matas and Benas had called over for a surprise inspection, having found that Jonas had left his key at home. They had walked in on their two employees each taking a pounding over the kitchen counter, with one of them of course being Matas’s son. When I arrived, the Lithuanian lad and the Romanian hunk were standing against the wall looking a little afraid, while the older men exacted what they believed to be a punishment. Matas was pounding the shit out of Kane, while Benas was balls-deep in Justin. The look Justin gave me, as well as how rattled Jonas and Gheorghe obviously were, told me that I needed to step in as the client and paymaster for this whole job. “What the fuck is going on here?!” I yelled from the door. Matas and Benas froze, turned to see me, and then hastily withdrew. “Mr Ballard sir….” Matas began. “What the fuck were you just doing to my brother?!” I yelled. “I…” Matas began, suddenly seeming not such a muscular daddy type. “We find them fucking…” Benas tried to offer. “You shut the fuck up” I said to him. At that moment Bret unlocked the door behind me and walked in with Will, stopping in his tracks when he saw everyone there. “What the fuck?” he said. “Glad you’re here bruv” I said. “These old men thought they could get away with dishing out some justice on Kane and Justin for being with our friends here.” “Is that so?” Bret said, fixing Matas with a glare that made the older man shrink even more before us. “Yes” I said, “and from the looks of it, Kane and Justin were taking it to protect our friends.” “Mr Ballard…” Matas began. “Shut it!” I said. “You are fucking fired. Your boy and your team here are coming to live with us.” “Luke, bruv” Bret said, “that’s just common fucking sense at this point. I reckon these old fuckers need to be taught a lesson.” Matas and Benas may have been pretty muscular and carrying around a lot of bullshit alpha-male energy, but they knew when they were outgunned. Kane and Justin could have made quick work of them, but had chosen to try to deescalate the situation by taking the punishment. With me, Bret and Will now there too, the men were not even going to dare to put up a fight. The fact that they already had their trousers and pants off helped speed things along. We never went for that drink in the end, spending the night at the flat fucking the two older brothers senseless. I had no doubt their holes were both virgin when we started, and my normal concerns about pozzing the unwilling were gone. What they had been doing with Jonas never sat well with me, and I had seen earlier than he was genuinely afraid of them. That was going to be over for him now, but I wanted his fucking father and uncle taken down a peg too. With Jonas himself joining in for some long-overdue revenge, and of course with Gheorghe’s immense cock also available, the fucking of Matas and Benas was both rough and nonstop. They had no fight left in them after trying to resist the initial penetrations, so we were able to move them around the flat as we saw fit. They even got some lengthy golden showers while both bent over the bath, while taking a pounding at their other ends of course. We let them go at dawn, though not before using a permanent marker to add some words to their foreheads, cheeks and buttocks. Gheorghe confirmed how up to date they were with pay from the brothers’ company, and I ensured bills were settled only for materials after that point. Through Stephen and his contacts we got things underway quickly to help set up a new company with Gheorghe at the helm, and Pavel and Jonas were made employees there so that all work and payments were above board, taxes were paid, and no new risks were placed on their ability to stay in the UK after that Brexit shitshow. We got in some more temporary furniture for the flat so Jonas could live there, with Pavel later asking to move in as well once he was better. I had no issue with any of that, as the two of them were clearly going to be with K&K long-term anyway so would always be there with us. Before Grant could get his hands on him, Will’s sudden but insatiable need for cock caught up with him. His mum and her boyfriend looked after him through the flu, with me and Bret stopping by to see him occasionally. He was so fucking happy about converting once he was better, going off to get tested to confirm it before immediately starting to get his back worked on by a tattooist. He was a pretty good artist himself and had sketched out what he wanted, but they began with a large tribal thing across his upper back as he needed to wait until he’d done his first video before they could move on to the huge biohazard centrepiece he wanted. With all these big changes out of the way, and the flat nearly done, Kane and I managed to convince Bret and Kieron to finally go and see Dad together. We had told them that I’d just come out on all our behalves to him and that it was fine, but we wanted him to be the one to talk to them about the rest of it. Still, I went with them most of the way, agreeing to meet up with them later, and then headed to Shane’s. Grant had come up with what he wanted to do with the dildo-loving ‘straight’ housemates, and I said I would talk to Zac about it first. As was often the case lately, he was to be found at Shane’s place so I went there to meet up with them both. Before I got there though, Shane messaged to say the place was a mess and asked me to meet them at the same gay bar where I’d first encountered him, so I diverted there, got myself a pint and then sat outside despite the autumnal chill so I could have a smoke. Zac was a fucked-out happy mess when they arrived. Well, he wasn’t an actual mess, as he somehow always looked just cool and well put together whatever he was wearing or however he’d done his hair. But he was otherwise a mess, and I chuckled at him staring at the table after Shane went back inside to get them both a drink. “You OK there stud?” I asked him. “Haven’t slept” he muttered. “Oh yeah?” I said. “Shane is fucking awesome” he said. “Seven loads since last night.” “One-man gangbang” I chuckled. “He’s the best” he said, looking up at me and finally smiling. “He’s a great guy” I said. “Thanks again for introducing me to him” Zac said. “You’re welcome” I replied. “Hopefully you’re getting close to what you need.” “Yeah” he said, “but…” “Second thoughts?” I asked, knowing full well it wouldn’t matter if he did want to back out as he was probably on the verge of converting already. “No!” he said. “Fuck no. But, well, I just really like having all this sex with Shane…” “You big dumb himbo” I teased. “You really think he’s going to drop you when it’s done?” “I dunno” he said. “No chance” I reassured him. “Shane is a good guy, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I reckon you’ve got yourself a boyfriend.” Shane came back out at that point, put down the drinks and took a seat. “So what we talking about?” he asked. “You” I said. “Oh?” he asked, looking between us quizzically. “Put the poor stud’s mind at ease” I said. “He thinks you’re just in this for the gifting.” I then sat back and just observed as they had a sudden heart to heart right there on the terrace, almost as though they were alone. It was sweet really, but after they’d shared a deep kiss I felt like I needed to intervene. “Woah there boys” I said. “I need to talk to Zac here before you go back to bed together.” They both chuckled, but carried on making puppy dog eyes at each other until Zac finally engaged in what I was saying. I described the scene Grant wanted to shoot, and he agreed it would be the sort of thing that the other four housemates would be into. But we had to come up with a plan for getting them to that point, which we did over the course of another couple of drinks. When we were finally done Shane was starting to look a little antsy, and said all this talk of pozzing the other housemates had got him horned up. I threw my hands up in defeat and said we were done, and then sat there to finish my last drink as the two of them raced off back to Shane’s place. After chuckling to myself that Zac was probably penetrated again before I’d even got to the dregs of my pint, I hauled myself up and went off to meet Bret and Kieron. The housemates thing would take a while to see through to the big finale, and it was time for us Ballards to focus on the one big issue that was now looming up on us. Dad.

It was Monday, and I was looking forward to what Grant had in store for the five of us that night. It had taken some doing for Bret and Justin to both be free too, but they’d managed it and we were going to be able to have our first group session in forever. We had watched some of the videos Grant had sent us as the inspiration for tonight’s scene, and we were all getting fucking horny about it. I went over to the other flat to see how things were going, and was surprised to find Matas and another older guy there working with Pavel, with no sign of Jonas or Gheorghe. “They sick” Matas said. “This my brother Benas.” The other man nodded to me, and I immediately saw the similarity in the face and build. This was probably the uncle that also fucked Jonas, and I got hard imagining myself being used by both of the silver daddies. But my mind was also busy with the realisation that their boy might be converting, along with the hunky Romanian foreman. I sent a message out to our group chat to let everyone know, and then ignored my phone as it repeatedly buzzed in my pocket as the two older men went out to the balcony to smoke leaving me alone with Pavel. “Don’t worry” I said to him, “it will happen for you too.” “I know” he said, smiling a little bit as he carried on working. “I am looking forward to it.” “It’s kind of rough” I said, speaking from experience. “I no care” he said, showing that he still got things wrong with English despite being so good with the language. “I want it.” I wanted to give the guy a hug, but decided against it as we were clearly in view of the older guys outside. So instead I just had a look around the rest of the flat, pleased to see the larger bedroom was finished, before I said my goodbyes to the three of them and then left. Once I was outside I checked my phone, where there had been a lot of chat. Bret sent lots of celebration emojis, whilst Kane and Justin both said they were going to try to see the guys who they had probably converted. Kieron was worried about Pavel, so I gave him a quick call and let him know his possibly-lover was fine but he should reach out to him. I stopped by the Nisa to see a middle aged woman working at the till, a sure sign Will was gone, whilst Clive was stacking the shelves in a way that made me think he was angry. I bought what I needed and got out without talking to him, and then went home to relax for a bit. Bret was there by himself, so we had a nice couple of hours of ‘being boring’ together which I knew he loved. We made some food and ate together at the kitchen table, and then relaxed in each other’s arms on the sofa gorming at the TV. But we were interrupted by the buzzer, which Bret went to answer. He stayed in the hall to open the door, and after a little while he came back into the lounge with a big grin on his face holding a well-wrapped box. “Come on” he said, before turning round and walking off to the kitchen. I was really comfy, but reluctantly hauled myself up and followed him. He was starting to cut all the tapes with a knife, and I watched as he worked himself through the box and two more padded bags inside. Then he peered inside and grinned again, before reaching in and pulling out his new enormous chain. He set it down on the table with a crash, and began to get it unwrapped from the plastic around it. I just stared in awe at it, as it looked even bigger than the picture he’d showed me. When it was all unwrapped he quickly took off his smaller one, and then lifted the giant accessory up and put it on. “What do you think bruv?” he asked, smiling at me. “Fuck me” I said. He dashed off to the bathroom to look at his reflection, and I joined him in there. “So fucking hot” I said. “I know” he replied, grinning. “Feels fucking awesome.” “Fuck me” I said again. “Glad you like it” he replied. “No” I said. “I mean, yes, but what I wanted is for you to fuck me.” Our eyes met in the mirror, and pure lust came over his face. He then turned and grabbed me by my T-shirt, pushing me backwards towards our room. He threw me down on the bed, lifted my legs and yanked down my shorts and trunks. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the table and pushed some into my hole as he got his own jeans and boxers off, then I opened my legs and invited him in. We were both so horned up that there was no foreplay, but I didn’t care about being penetrated without any preparation. It hurt, but I needed my hunky brother inside me. He began to fuck as soon as he was in me, leaning over me with his huge new chain rocking back and forth between us. It was fast and rough, and everything I fucking needed in that moment. He bred me after only a couple of minutes, and immediately pulled out and got on all fours on his bed. I launched myself up, jammed a couple of lubed fingers into his hole, and then ploughed into him. I barely lasted any longer than he had, fucking him senseless as he moaned like crazy. “Fucking hell” he said. “Gonna have to keep ordering bigger chains.” I laughed out loud, before planting my lips on his for a deep kiss. “You wanna see what else I bought?” he asked with a smirk, after we pulled apart. “Bruv, what the fuck?” I asked, wondering what else he had done. We got off the bed and walked back to the kitchen, cum dripping out of both of us. He went back to the table and threw all the rubbish over towards the bin. That left two smaller padded bags he hadn’t opened, which he attacked with the knife until he was inside both. He reached in and pulled out a huge gold bracelet from one and a silver one from the other, just like the ones he had already bought for him and Justin. He got them unwrapped, then undid his smaller bracelet and replaced it with the new big silver one. “Bret…” I began saying. “I know, I know” he said. “But fuck it. I wanted to match, and Justin just looks unbalanced with only one on.” “You’re crazy” I said. “I know” he said, looking up at me and grinning. “But I love you” I added. “And yes, you do look fucking hot with them both on.” “Love you two bruv” he said, stepping over to me and giving me a kiss. “I promise, this is it for now.” “What are you going to do with your old stuff?” I asked. “Dunno” he said. “Might just keep it.” “Would it be OK…” I said, then stopped. “What?” he asked. “Well, you know that guy Will from the Nisa?” I said. “You mean Aimee’s hot ex-boyfriend that you’re pozzing?” he said with a smirk. “Yeah” I replied, finding myself blushing. “He would look so fucking hot in a bit more bling. He’s got the ear studs and big watch already, and…” “Bruv” Bret said, smiling. “Take it. But on one condition.” “What’s that?” I asked. “I wanna fuck him too” he said. I smiled at Bret, and nodded. Then I got an idea, and pulled out my phone. I called Will, putting it on speaker as it rang. When he answered there was heavy breathing, and he took a while to speak. “Hey” he panted. “Mate” I said, “you getting fucked?” “Yeah” he replied. “Park.” I laughed out loud. “Get that load” I said, “then get the fuck over to my dad’s place. Got a surprise for you.” “OK” he panted, before I hung up. “Today?” Bret asked. “Grant just needs our holes tonight” I said, “and we’ve got loads of time before we have to go.” “Well, OK then” Bret said, smirking. “Guess we’re fucking a hot jock first then.” He went off to the bathroom again to admire himself, while I cleared all of the packing stuff and tore up the box for the recycling. I then went into the bathroom, and put my arms around Bret from behind. I was hard as a rock again and would normally have bent him over and ploughed into his amazing arse, but I knew I had to save it for Will. “Are there any jobs going at the gym?” I asked him. “Yeah, actually, there’s going to be one soon as Ewan is moving” Bret replied. “Why? Are you sick of the pub or something?” “No, not for me” I said. “For Will.” “Oh, right” Bret responded. “Clive sacked him after he broke up with Aimee” I said. “I know he goes to a gym a lot, so he’d probably pick it all up really quickly.” “OK” said Bret. “Let me talk to him after we’ve bred him, and then I’ll see about putting in a word for him.” “Thanks” I said, squeezing him a little. “You know, he’d probably take on some of your duties to give you a break.” “Good point” said Bret, grinning. “It would be nice to do some personal training and shit like that sometimes.” “You love it” I chuckled. “You make out like it’s hard sometimes, but you love it.” “You got me bruv” he laughed. “Yeah, I do fucking love it, but it would still be nice to do some actual gym stuff too.” Will arrived shortly after, and I made him strip naked like we both were by that point. Bret definitely liked what he saw, like a shorter version of his own muscled body, and he was really quick to grab his old chains and put them on Will. “Seriously?” Will asked. “On loan mate” Bret said. “But I’m fucking happy for a hot stud like you to be wearing them.” Will blushed, and we took him to the bathroom so he could see how he looked. This time I did get to bend a hot stud over the sink and fuck him, loving how full of cum his hole already was after however many hours he’d been bent over at the gloryhole that day, and Bret then gave him a really hard pounding in the same position. We rested for a drink and cigarette by the kitchen window, and then we brothers gave him his first ever double-fuck on my bed. He had taken so much cock that day he was easily loose enough for us, and he fucking loved it so much that we managed a second one later on. But then it was time for us to get ready, so after putting him in the shower we sent him on his way, loving how he looked now all blinged-up. We got some photos of him before he left to show Grant, but I knew it was a no-brainer as the guy was seriously fucking hot, was both a hungry bottom and a skilled top, and I knew he’d love showing his body off in vids. Bret was sold, and messaged his boss about the upcoming vacancy saying he knew someone eager and well used to gyms who he thought would be perfect. Justin and the twins all came back from seeing to their other men. Kane had taken care of Jonas and only left when it was likely the guy’s father and uncle would be home, and Justin had been round at Gheorghe’s all day looking after the hunk while apparently fucking a few more loads into him. Kieron had been at the flat supposedly supervising, but taking the opportunity during the lunch break to whisk Pavel off to the park to fuck him in the bushes for a bit. They were all a bit tired, so we did some rounds of rum and coke while not being too worried as we would not need a lot of energy for what Grant had lined up for us. Bret’s new chain was working well to get everyone a bit horny, and Justin was rock hard once the additional gold bracelet was brought out for him to put on. The venue was another old warehouse, where Grant had commissioned some carpenters to build a set that he planned to use for a whole new series of videos. As his biggest stars we were going to debut it, but he was planning to get the uni housemates there and then see about doing things with other groups. He had taken inspiration from, or just almost outright copied, the Czech Gay Fantasy videos he had sent us links to, but made it all a lot bigger so there could be up to six guys getting fucked. He knew his audience, so he hadn’t bothered with the gloryholes for sucking or rimming, just getting four big ones done for missionary and two for the bottom to be bent over on his front. All the ‘cells’ had thick padded leather straps on the outside wall for securing ankles, and optional ones on the inside for securing wrists, with access from the back for him to do this if that’s what was going to be happening to the bottom in each one. He had got the wood properly finished and painted so it looked a bit more classy than the Czech version, but it was otherwise pretty similar. My dick got hard the minute we walked inside and saw it all. Grant had decided he wanted us four Ballards in missionary, with Justin’s incredible muscle arse on display in one of the ‘bent over’ cells. We brothers all had our hands free, with ashtrays, lighters and packs of cigarettes being provided for us in the cells, but Justin was put into the wrist cuffs in his with his arms stretched forward. Grant assured him that he would occasionally light him up a cigarette, and would bring him poppers whenever he needed them. Justin was fine though, as his hole was starting to go through another super-needy phase now that Gheorghe was out of action. It was seriously hot for us all to start taking cock without being able to see who was fucking us. Grant had encouraged us all, and particularly us brothers, to talk to each other throughout the shoot while the tops were asked to not speak and just growl or pant as they bred us. There was a bit of chat amongst all four of us, but mostly it was me and Bret telling each other about the size of the cock or speed of the fucking we were taking, with the twins similarly pairing up to compare notes. Justin, meanwhile, was just moaning and groaning like the hungry crazed cumdump that he was these days. While we brothers all got rimmed and fingered a bit, I think guys were just slamming into Justin and fucking him senseless which of course he would have loved. It went on for hours, and yet it was really kind of relaxing in a way too. Our legs were suspended up above the big gloryholes, and the padding in the cells was really comfortable to lie on. There were a couple of small pillows in each one if we wanted to raise our heads or support our backs in a different position occasionally, but mostly we could just lie there and be ploughed. The tops were never going to be able to double-fuck us, so it was only when one of us took something pierced or particularly big that there was any straining or need for poppers. I loved lying there, smoking the occasional cigarette, taking sips of rum and coke from the bottles Grant had given us, and chatting to Bret about the fucks we were taking. I knew how hot this was all going to look on film, and really looked forward to seeing my gorgeous brother’s muscles rippling when I finally got to watch it myself. It was about 3am when things wrapped up, and after the tops had gone Grant released us one by one. Bret, Kane and Kieron looked as relaxed as I felt, almost like we’d all just got off a massage table, but Justin was stiff and aching after being bent over for so long, and was also walking a bit bow-legged. “That hole of yours satisfied yet?” Bret asked him with a grin. “You’d fucking think it would be” Justin growled. “I hurt like a motherfucker, but no, not done yet.” We put him in one of the missionary cells, and Grant joined the four of us in fucking a load each into Justin’s gaping and sloppy hole. But still, that night back at the flat, me and Bret lay on my bed and cuddled as we fell asleep while Justin plundered himself with the biggest dildo we owned. The next morning Bret ordered a heavy-duty fuck-machine to go in our new flat. “There’s no fucking way we can keep up with his needs” he chuckled to me, after showing me what he’d ordered. “May as well get some technology involved!” Grant had practically salivated at the pictures of Will, so I got on with organising things for his debut. Grant said no audition was necessary as he trusted our judgement, so we began making plans for his first shoot. It was initially going to be a gangbang with a load of guys like we had all had, but then Grant changed his mind and said he wanted it to be just the Ballards, not even Justin. He appeased our hunky policeman by saying he was going to do a double-penetration gangbang video with him after, and Justin stunned us all by how he asked me to reply to Grant. “Tell him I won’t wear a mask” he said. “You sure?” Bret asked, putting his hand on our boyfriend’s back. “Yes” said Justin. “Fuck it. The divorce is final next week, and then I’m fucking coming out at work. After that, if someone sees the video and reports me then fine, but I bet they wouldn’t have the fucking balls to admit to watching gay porn.” “True” I said, before smirking at him. “Besides, you might gain a fuckbuddy or two from within the police.” He laughed. “Nah” he said. “Time to get fucking tattooed properly too. Anyone who knows anything will know I’m fucking toxic.” I wasn’t so sure, and kind of hoped some other gay copper did come out of the woodwork, but for now it was hot to see Justin deciding to be so open about who he is. I still kind of worshipped the guy like I had as a kid, but now he was partly mine, partly Bret’s, and absolutely one of the hottest guys on the fucking planet. But still, as he ordered the four of us into the bathroom one by one to fuck a load into his insatiable hole despite how tired we all were, I also hoped the new machine was delivered soon!