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The doors of the club opened, and the gang headed in to its palatial interior. It all seemed to be silent and abandoned, and they gathered in the centre of the giant entrance hall to look around. After a few minutes, their attention was collectively caught by the sound of one of the giant sets of double doors at the side opening, and they nervously edged towards the passageway beyond. They had still not caught sight of anyone else, but Dorian purposefully strode forward nonetheless, giant dildo in hand, with the rest of them behind him. They started descending some spiral stairs, and as they did so they heard the sound of the double doors they had come through closing again. Undeterred, they continued down until they reached another passageway where there was light ahead from an open door. They proceeded until they entered another enormous room, around the edge of which were a series of black and red curtains. Once again, they gathered in the centre of the room to await whatever came next. “Welcome!” boomed a voice out of the many speakers around the room. “You have succeeded in your quest, and now you will receive your rewards.” The gang nervously looked at one another during a long pause that followed. Then, at the side of the room, one of the sets of curtains opened. “Scotty, come forward!” boomed the voice. After hesitating for a moment, the dishevelled man eventually started edging towards the open curtain. As he did so, he noticed a large book sitting on a table in the centre of the space beyond the curtain. “You wanted brains” boomed the voice, “but you always had them. Your reward is this encyclopedia, so that you begin to gain knowledge. Go forth and learn, and cut your hair while you are at it!” Scotty approached the book, and as he did so the curtain closed behind him. Another curtain then opened on the other side of the room, catching the rest of the gang’s attention. “Leo, approach!” boomed the voice, prompting the blond stud to walk towards the space that had opened up. There he saw a large medal sitting on a plinth, glinting from the spotlight above. “You wanted courage, but you have proven yourself to be as brave as a man can be!” Leo smiled as he reached for the medal, the curtain closing behind him as well. A third curtain then opened in the room. “Steele, now it is your turn” boomed the voice. The hunk strode over to the space, his eyes drawn to the giant silver chain sitting on a cushioned stool. As he got closer, he saw a huge and heavy heart-shaped pendant was attached to it. “You wanted a heart, but you have already shown you do truly care for others.” Steele smiled as he reached for the huge chain, lifting it over his head to add to the collection round his neck. As he admired the massive pendant on his chest in a nearby mirror, the curtain closed behind him too. Finally a fourth curtain opened, revealing clearly two big frames with leather slings hanging from them. “Dorian and Toto, approach!” boomed the voice. Nervously the boyfriends took each other’s hands and walked towards the space, a little bewildered as to what their reward was going to be. “You both want your freedom, and to get home. Soon you will be back in Kansas, but first we must set you free.” The curtain closed behind them, and then a door opened in the side wall. Eight large men emerged, all wearing an array of leather harnesses, collars and cuffs. They split into two groups of four, and proceeded to surround the two lovers. Without a word, they began to undress the men from Kansas, before turning them around and lifting them into the slings. Neither Dorian or Toto said a word as their wrists and ankles were attached to cuffs suspended from the sling chains, too surprised they were by the pace at which they had been stripped and manhandled into position. Only once they were in position did a ninth man enter the space. He was small and fat, and dressed in leather trousers, a black leather vest, and a Muir cap decorated with various gems. His arms were covered with tattoos of spiders, scorpions and the hazard symbol that the Kansas boys were used to seeing on a lot of the chemicals they used in their farm work. “Good” said the man, giving himself away as the one who had been booming out through the speakers. “You are ready.” “Ready for what sir?” asked Dorian. “The final conversion” the man replied. “Since you arrived, you have both been receiving special gifts, from your friends out there, the monkey men I sent after you, or the Bitch’s army of fanatics. But now you will be treated to mine, and those of my boys here, to seal the deal.” “Wh…what do you mean?” Dorian asked, his stomach twisting in knots as realisation of what this was about dawned on him. “I am the Wizard of Poz” said the fat man. “All who live here are carriers, but I keep the most potent strains contained here at Emerald City for special occasions. This is one such occasion.” Dorian looked over at Toto, and was shocked to see his boyfriend’s cock fully erect and a huge smile on his face. “Your little twink here seems ready to accept his fate” said the Wizard. “Please sir” squeaked Toto, his eyes filled with lust. “What about you?” the Wizard said, turning back to the former star high school quarterback. “You arrived here a top, but I can see from the state of your hole that that’s no longer true. Are you ready to make your conversion a certainty?” Dorian felt tears forming in his eyes, but his own cock involuntarily growing hard helped him realise that he wanted this. He didn’t know why, but he wanted this. With every breaching of his hole since he’d arrived here, he had felt himself sliding more and more towards his true self. Now, with the revelation that he’d been getting pozzed the whole time, he almost felt liberated. No more of the act, no more of trying to be this athletic jock hunk who satisfied his secret gay desires by keeping a twink of his own. His true purpose seemed to now be clear, and this toxic man standing in front of him was planning to make it all a reality. With a deep breath, Dorian found himself nodding at the Wizard, giving his permission for what was about to happen.

Dorian Gale looked down the long yellow road ahead to the now-familiar sight of the Emerald City club rising out of the distant landscape. He gripped the object they had been sent to retrieve in his hand, and exhaled. Maybe this this would be over soon. He turned to look at his fellow travellers, all now resting against trees or rocks. Toto, his twinky boyfriend, whose escape-artist antics had started all this. Leo, the timid blond bear who never seemed to fail to find courage when he was horny. Scotty, the dishevelled hobo-looking moron who still seemed to be able to outsmart when he needed to. Steele, the cold and gruff hunk with the metal fetish that seemed to care more than he ever let on. They were a ragtag mob, but had been through a lot together. For Dorian and Toto it had, of course, started when they arrived here. Lost in the heat of the moment, they had not noticed the tornado sirens going until Dorian had finally erupted inside his boyfriend, and when they looked out of the window they realised in horror that they were seconds away from a direct hit. Dorian had barely pulled the mattress off the bed before they were violently thrown across the room, knocking both teens out in the process. When they awoke, they had found themselves somewhere truly alien. Colours, sounds and beings like they had never encountered in their little town near Wichita. Somewhere in the melee of the foam party going on outside, an auburn haired drag queen called Glinda Glitter had eventually emerged from the bubbles and shown them where to go. She had taken her time though, and both Dorian and Toto had been subjected to a near gang-rimming of their holes from the pack of little men running around who seemed to call themselves the Munchkids. Not the worst way to be welcomed to a new land, but certainly very unusual. Anyway, they had eventually extricated themselves from the orgy and set off up the road, following the path of the rather smelly watercourse they had been told was called the Golden Stream. Scotty was the first of their pack that they met, with Dorian and Toto taking pity on the man. This pity was perhaps misplaced, as a bottle of rum had knocked out Toto and left Dorian with his inhibitions lowered. Normally a strict top back in Kansas, he was left dripping cum from his stretched hole by the following morning. Steele was their next encounter, and from the get-go he made it clear he would help the boys if they in turn helped him. Toto had since taken the brunt of that duty, his little frame being tossed around like it was made of feathers by the burly chain-clad hunk whenever they stopped to rest along the way. Dorian’s athletic, muscled body had apparently been of appeal too though, and he had found himself having to give up his hole as well. Leo was their final encounter, and while he was initially afraid to accompany the men, catching site of a wet patch in the back of Dorian’s tight jean shorts had convinced him it might be worth it. The trip thereafter had gone slowly, given the amount of time that Steele wanted to be pounding the living daylights out of Toto. Scotty and Leo made the best of all the stops though, as they worked together to turn Dorian from a closeted jock top to a cumhungry spitroast-craving bottom. Of course, there had also been the Monkey Men. These crazed furries had kidnapped Dorian one night, and the jock had endured two days of being chained up in a cell while being gangbanged round the clock until his fellow travellers had found him and paid the ransom. Only then had this army of furry-fetish freaks agreed to take them to their goal, the dungeon complex of a hoodlum known as the Biggest Bitch of the West. Here, both Dorian and Toto had been forced to get into slings for gangbang breedings from all the military-fetish guys in attendance, providing enough of a distraction for the others to slip away one by one to search the place for their bounty. Somehow it took the equivalent of 20 loads in each of the Kansas boys before Steele located the giant dildo that the Biggest Bitch was apparently so famous for riding, which they had been sent to retrieve to add to the collection back at Emerald City. As they had tried to make their escape, the complex’s owner had nearly caught them but Dorian’s quick thinking had resulted in the Biggest Bitch slumping on the floor into an involuntary high, doused from head to toe in poppers. So now they were back in sight of Emerald City, but would need to wait some hours for it to open. Everyone else was resting, and Dorian eventually decided it was time to do the same. He made his way towards a vacant rock, but as he did so he saw Scotty stirring. Knowing the drill by this point, Dorian instead pulled down his jeans shorts, pulled off the tattered remains of his gingham shirt, and got down on all fours. He wasn’t sure what awaited the group, but for now he settled in for another afternoon of taking cock.

Great story and writing - looking forward to more.

Am in Chicago for a few days, and hooked up with a guy off Recon at his place this afternoon. We smoked a load of cigarettes together while he fucked me, then he bred my chubby arse. Cursory wash of the face, and then I came back to my hotel on the L still carrying his load.

The sound of the steel door being open prompted the Swede and I to stub out our cigarettes and head back to the main factory floor. By that point my fellow bottom and I had introduced ourselves a bit better, so I knew he was called Erik. I also knew he was already starting to wonder about tying himself down to one man when putting himself out there for wider use could be this much fun. I actually envied him a little, as he was young, gorgeous, ripped, and about to be free to enjoy a lifestyle I had robbed myself of the chance to experience until I was already past any traces of my youth. Erik and I watched as three of the men wheeled out a rig, with the other two following with a different one. The first had a leather sling already installed on it, whilst the second had a padded bench with a fuck machine pointed at it. Both the sling and bench were equipped with leather cuffs for strapping in, and there was a huge ribbed dildo on the fuck machine. “You!” barked one of the men, pointing at Erik. “Get in sling.” Erik rushed over to the sling, turned to sit in it and then lay back, lifting his arms and legs so the men could cuff his ankles and attach hooks to the cuffs he was already wearing on his wrists. He then shuffled down into a better position, and waited. I, meanwhile, knew that this probably meant he was going to get their full attention for a while, and I was to be kept entertained on the other rig. I walked over to it, getting a nod from one of the men for my unspoken understanding, and climbed onto the bench. They strapped me down, and then I heard the sounds of some cranks and levers as they manoeuvred the dildo into place. I was given a few huffs of poppers, and then they pressed the giant phallus against my hole and got the machine to push it in. I was loosened from all the fucking earlier, but it still hurt like hell as I was stretched really wide by the giant rubber dong. Once it was in place and I had stopped panting, they turned it on and walk away. The machine was on a variable setting, meaning it alternated between a long slow strokes, jackrabbit pounding, and all sorts of other combinations. I had my face pressed to the padded bench for quite some time as I endured its assault on my hole, but as I loosened further I felt myself relax into the incredible reaming it was giving me. At this point I looked up, pleased they had oriented the bench so I could see the other rig. By this point Erik was being fucked hard by one of the men, and while the others were obscuring his head, I assumed he also had one of their cocks buried in his throat too. I was looking forward to taking his place, even if the men may have already blown a load each by then. Three of the guys fucked Erik, all taking their time and driving him wild. Then, after the third guy withdrew, a fourth stepped up and slid in, but two of them walked over towards me. I looked up at them as they gazed down at me, my body rocking forward in time with the thrusts from the machine that must by now have left me gaping. The men then went behind me and the machine stopped, with the dildo being drawn out slowly. One of them reappeared and bent down to undo my wrists, before he walked off across the factory floor leaving me still secured on the bench by my ankles. He returned with my cigarettes and a lighter, placing them on the floor next to me along with a bottle of poppers. Just as he did so, I felt pressure on my hole but this time it was from something huge. My hole was not giving in to what I assumed must be an even larger dildo, so I grabbed the poppers and started huffing while trying to push out. Then my hole gave in, and what felt like a tube train started pushing into me. I huffed like crazy as it slowly made its way in, until the movement stopped and I was completely filled. The machine then turned back on, but this time it was solely doing short, slow thrusts, the length and girth of whatever was in side of me causing me to moan with each movement. The men watched me for a few moments, then went back to where Erik was taking his fourth fucking of this session. I watched them as I tried to adjust to the monster ravaging my hole, noticing that the machine seemed to be pushing a little deeper and faster as time went on. Guessing I was probably in for being split in two by this thing once it was at full speed, I reached for my cigarettes and lit one up while I still had a chance. I puffed the whole thing out and then lit up another as the machine gained intensity, my whole body being thrust back and forth on the bench as my hole took more abuse than it ever had. All the while I tried to focus on watching Erik taking his fourth and fifth toxic loads in the sling, feeling a little jealous that it wasn’t me up there. When they were done with him, I saw them thrust a giant plug into him and then walk away, leaving the loads to soak into him and speed along his conversion. I, however, got no break, and watched with rising horror as the men once again walked across to the steel door and disappeared out of sight, leaving me to the mercy of the machine. At this point I just started loudly groaning, both from the utter fullness I felt, the pain whenever the machine pushed in really deep, and the pleasure I was still getting from my prostate being stimulated by the beast of a dildo I was taking. The men weren’t gone too long, and this time when they emerged from the steel door they came straight over to me and finally turned off the machine. They withdrew the dildo, and then unstrapped my ankles. I shakily stood up and gratefully accepted a bottle of water one of them handed to me. They gave me a couple of minutes to get my composure, and then walked me over to the steel door. Inside was a dark corridor, leading to a room lit with a couple of lamps in which there were several ragged armchairs and one dirty mattress. One of the men lay down on his back on the mattress, and then signalled me over to mount his erect cock. I did as instructed, sliding down so I was facing him, and then guessing what was to come, I leaned forward. Sure enough, another of the men got on the mattress behind and pushed his cock into me beside the one I had just mounted, my gaping hole offering little resistance to the double-penetration. The man behind then began to thrust in and out, his movements making me also slide up and down a bit on the other cock, and generally bringing me nothing but intense pleasure. I did not hold back in letting them know how much I was enjoying it, and how much I wanted them to dump their poz loads in me again. The guy kneeling behind me lasted quite some time before erupting in me, and then was replaced by another. So it went on, with all four of them fucking and breeding me while I continued to ride the cock of the man lying on the mattress, who only let loose in me once he was in there alone. As I began to lean forward to let his cock slide out of me, a large plug was pressed in to the vacated hole, keeping the remains of the loads they’d dropped in there. I was then encouraged to my feet and directed to the corridor, heading back out to the factory floor while the men remained in the room. There I found Erik still lying in the sling all plugged up, so I grabbed a couple of bottles of water from a pack sitting by the door and then walked over to him. “You thirsty?” I asked. “Yes” he croaked. I decided I probably shouldn’t get him down from the sling completely, but I undid the attachments to his wrist cuffs and then handed him one of the bottles. He thirstily gulped down some water while I fetched my cigarettes, lighting two and then handing him one. “Thank you” he said. “No problem” I replied. “But I don’t think I should get you down.” “No” he said, “that is OK. I am comfortable now that I have drunk.” “I don’t think they’re done with us yet” I said. “I hope not” said Erik, smiling at me. “I could do this all night.” I glanced over at the bench I had been strapped to before, and saw for the first time the sheer size of the dildo that had been ramming into me. “Hold that thought” I said, before looking back at Erik. “If we swap places next, you are in for one hell of a ride.” He gave me a funny look, but then I winked at him and made him smile again. I walked back over to the pack of water and grabbed two more bottles, then came back and handed one to Erik as he finished the first one. I then reached over and firmly patted the plug in his hole, getting a moan out of him, before I headed over to the bench and lay down on my back. My legs needed a break, but sitting wasn’t really an option with the plug in me. I stared up at the cracked ceiling of the factory, noticing how much the light was fading now, and took a deep inhale of my cigarette. I was full of poz cum, my hole was wrecked, and yet I had the feeling we were just getting started…

Many, many married men will get up to no good while on business trips. Free of the rules and responsibilities of their home lives, they can enjoy whatever is on offer in the town or city they are visiting, without having to spend time being a good father to their children, nor tending to the whims of their not-so-adoring wives. Perhaps some will just enjoy a bit of time alone in their room with pay-per-view porn, while others hit the bars and get stinking drunk. Time will be spent at strip clubs and other seedy establishments, or maybe they will be wined and dined by their corporate hosts at the most elite of restaurants. Many travelling men are sure to commit acts of adultery, whether that involves paying for it or not. I am certain that there will be far fewer married men who do the things I get up to on my business trips, though I expect there are some. Men with these types of urges probably resort to picking a guy up in a bar, arranging a hook-up on an app, or paying for a hustler to visit their hotel room. There are probably a few who spend the night getting down and dirty in a cruising bar or club. But willingly, night after night, bending over with their arse pressed to a hole in the cubicle wall in some public toilets? No, on that front I think I’m probably in a very small minority. But that’s what I do, and I now know all the best spots to visit in the cities I travel to the most. You might even say I have developed something of a routine, from what I pack, where I stay, and managing my time well so that I can get enough sleep around my nighttime activities to not have my work suffer. But this particular trip was not to be routine, and I had planned it that way deliberately. My wife took so little interest in me these days that I knew I could get away with using a bit of annual leave between my Frankfurt and Berlin trips while spinning her a yarn about it being back-to-back deals. This would give me some time to enjoy the nocturnal opportunities in the German capital, without having to worry about being on form for work the next day. I even used some of the loyalty scheme points I’d built up to book different accommodation for that part of the trip, so that it could be truly separate from where I’d be on the working days and yet with no risk it would show up on my credit card bill. The other major difference this time was internal. Aside from the odd blip early on in these adventures, I had been secretly taking the necessary pills to allow me to receive loads without too much concern. Condoms had been a feature once, but those days were long over. However, a few weeks before this trip I had also ditched the pills. You see, I was knocking on the door of 50, and my youngest son had just started university. The need to hold the loose threads of my marriage together was gone, and I was sure my wife and I would be parting soon whatever happened. I mean, I was already pretty sure she was sleeping with her personal trainer, so she might be keen to wrap things up too now that we had done much of our duty as parents. I didn’t want to wait to get on with a new life for myself though, particularly as it was becoming an ever more challenging battle to keep my body as lean and toned as I wanted it, so I had decided to take some action to get to where I wanted to be. That involved one main goal: to be pozzed. It was something I had lusted after for years. Initially it was probably the allure of the risk, but as time passed I began to realise that I saw it as a form of freedom that I craved. Eventually I mentally connected it with being released from my marriage, and this led me to where I found myself in Berlin. Pressed up against a cubicle wall, a cigarette in my mouth, and my freshly brushed hole open and ready for whatever was coming my way. With a couple of event ads placed on the apps to encourage men to visit, alongside the normal pretty busy passing traffic, I was hopeful of several loads as well as maybe the first steps on my journey to conversion. By the time the fourth cock of the night was jackhammering in and out of me, I was completely high on the nicotine, poppers, and utter depravity of it all. I just loved being used and bred, and I was really getting off on the knowledge that there was nothing protecting me from anything the men breeding me were carrying. As yet no-one had let me know they were poz, but my imagination was filling in the blanks as I pictured the virus being pumped into me repeatedly. “You want poz?” I heard a man ask from outside the cubicle door, just as the fourth man slammed in a final time and blew his load. “Yes” I panted. “I not poz you here” the man outside the door said, with a thick German accent. “But you come to this place tomorrow at 5 o’clock and we will give you poz.” A note was shoved under the door, and then I heard his footsteps as he walked away. I was about to reach for the note when a fifth cock started pushing into me, and in the end it was three more loads before there seemed to be no more takers for a bit. I pulled myself up straight and stretched, then bent down to lift the note off the tiled floor. When I opened it up I saw an address written down, along with several bullet points all in German. Although I recognised some of the words, I could not decipher the rest so decided I would sort it out on Google Translate when I got back to my hotel. I folded the note back up and shoved it into the pocket of the jeans I had left on the toilet seat, before bending myself back over and pressing against the glory hole. I lit up another cigarette, and happily waited for the next cock. It was the early hours of the morning when I emerged from the shower at the hotel and slumped onto the bed. I reached for the note and phone sitting on the bedside table, and began to type out the text. I almost immediately sprung a hard-on when I read the translation: - Be at the address at 17:00. Do not be late. - You must be wearing a wide leather collar and wide leather cuffs. - You must be wearing rubber underpants with a hole in the back. - You must be wearing black leather boots. - We will not bring any lubrication or chemicals, so you must have your own if you want them. - You will not go home until the morning, and you will be infected. This was beyond my wildest dreams, and despite how tired I was from a long night of being anonymously gang bred, I immediately set about trying to find somewhere I could buy all the gear they wanted me to be wearing, seeing as I had nothing like any of it with me. Fortunately there seemed to be a few suitable shops close to each other, so I saved a few locations on the map app and then set an alarm so that I would have enough time to visit them, hopefully get what I needed, and then prepare for getting to the location. I also quickly booked a hire car to have for a couple of days, as I wasn’t sure about getting there by public transport or taxi given its remote location in an industrial estate on the edge of the city. Once everything was done that could be done at that time of the night, I plugged my phone into the power, turned off the light, and lay down for a happy night’s sleep in the afterglow of my most depraved night of sex yet. After a groggy start the next day, I successfully bought everything required from two of the shops, and then picked up the hire car and parked it at the hotel. I spent a bit of time showering and douching, before using a toothbrush on myself just to get prepared. I then donned the rubber boxers, admiring myself and my exposed crack in the mirror for a bit, and then pulled on the tracksuit trousers I had brought with me for exercising. The leather boots went on next, which looked a bit odd but I didn’t care. I then pulled on a tank top and a hoodie, deciding it was best to save the rest until I arrived. I put everything else I would need in my gym bag, along with some power bars, a couple of bottles of water, and some fresh clothes and a towel for the eventual journey back. Happy that I had all I would need, I headed down to the car park, had a quick cigarette, then got in and drove off to the address the map app was directing me to. When I arrived, I found I was in a deserted and largely derelict industrial area on the edges of East Berlin. There were notional fences around the various plots, but these had long since been partially torn down or holes ripped into them for access. It was the kind of place that you knew you probably shouldn’t be, which of course made it all the more appealing for me given the depths of depravity I was seeking to plumb on this trip. Many of my favourite piggy bareback pornos had been filmed in settings like this, and now I was possibly going to be getting a chance to act out the fantasy of those orgies and gangbangs for myself. I hopped out of the car, looked around a bit to make sure I was as alone as it seemed, and then finished off getting changed. I have to say, it was pretty thrilling to be stripping down to a near-naked state in late afternoon sunshine on a public street, even if it was apparently devoid of other people. Once done, I checked myself out in the reflection of the car window, loving how I looked with the massive padded leather collar I had bought and deciding there and then that this would be a regular part of my playtime outfit in future. The address I had been given noted a company name, and I could see an old sign on the plot next to where I had parked which matched that. I therefore walked to a gap in the fence of that plot, carefully climbed through, and then made my way across a large broken concrete lot until I reached the single building. There were a couple of service entrances which both had the shutters down, but I also saw a door that was open so headed for that. It led to a dark and smelly corridor, which I followed round a couple of corners until it opened onto what I guessed was once a factory floor. The roof on one side was gone so there was daylight flooding in, but it was in the shade over to the side that some movement caught my attention. A young Adonis was standing there, dressed just like I was. He had blond hair and tanned skin, and even at a distance and with him in the shade, I could tell he was absolutely ripped. I headed over to investigate, and he looked up as he saw me approaching. “Hi” he said, with a slight accent that suggested he might be Swedish. “Hi” I said. “Are you also here for…” He grinned at me, as I sort of swirled my hand in a nondescript way. “Yes, I am here for that” he replied, still smiling. “Cool” I said. “Are you married too?” he asked, surprising me a little. “Er, yeah” I replied, “though probably not for much longer.” He grinned again. “Me as well” he said. “I will get pozzed and then I can be with her brother.” I think my mouth dropped open when he said this, causing him to chuckle. “Her brother fucked me at the wedding, and all the time after” he said, smiling. “But he is poz and always has a condom.” “I see” I said. “And he won’t poz you?” “No” he replied, shaking his head. “So I have come here so I can be his.” I obviously did not know anything about the brother-in-law, but I was a little astounded that any man would deny a stunning young stud like this what he was looking for, especially if it meant you got to then be with him. Maybe it was some sort of family loyalty, though fucking your wife’s new husband on the day of their wedding did not seem to show much in the way of said loyalty. “Well” I said, starting to open one of the two packets of cigarettes I was carrying so I could have a smoke, “I hope you get what you came for today.” “You as well” he said, nodding when I offered him a cigarette from the packet. We both lit up our cigarettes and smoked in silence for a while. “Have you taken poz before?” he asked, just after we had both stubbed out our cigarettes on the floor. “Probably” I replied. “I got fucked a lot last night.” “That is hot” he said. “I hope my boyfriend will give me to other men to use once I am divorced.” “It’s a lot of fun” I said, smiling at him. Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of a steel door being opened on the other side of the factory floor, and we both turned and watched as five men emerged from some other part of the factory. All five were wearing leather boots, chaps and harnesses, and all had shaved heads with various forms of facial hair. Each of them was wearing a different combination of huge silver accessories, from neck chains to bracelets, or thick rings in their ears or noses. However, what stood out the most was the slightly wasted look each of them had, and all of them were adorned with biohazard tattoos on their chests or arms. I sprung an erection almost immediately. This is what I wanted, and some day I would seek to replicate their style, the absolutely immense neck chain and bracelet of one of the guys being a particular draw for me. The men approached us, and then stopped to look us up and down. They gestured for both of us to turn around so they could see our backs and arses, before we were each gently pushed forward to a raised concrete area in front of us where we were then encouraged to bend over. Almost immediately I felt the familiar scratch of a brush being pushed into my hole, but this may have been a new experience for the young Swedish hunk as he yelped and jolted forward. This did not dissuade the men though, and we were both soon being quite vigorously shafted by the brushes to get our holes nice and receptive. After a few minutes the brushes were removed, and immediately replaced by cocks. The fucking was hard and rough from the outset, but I was sufficiently experienced and stretched that it just felt incredible from the get-go. Again, however, my Swedish friend seemed to be struggling with it a bit, probably because his brother-in-law normally went easier on him. However, after a lot of pained panting and groaning, he eventually relaxed and took the fucking. They did a round robin on us for a while, none of them actually reaching the point of breeding, before the fucking stopped and they went back to brushing our holes again for a few moments. I could tell this was to make sure we were really raw now that they were getting close, and sure enough the brush in my hole was quickly replaced by a cock that was slammed in right as the guy roared out. I revelled in feeling him shoot his toxic load into me, and my Swedish partner in crime was even more vocal in his enjoyment of receiving the same treatment. No sooner had the two tops come down off their ejaculations and withdrawn, before the next pair of tops slammed into us and delivered their venom. “Ene mene mu und raus bist du” the last of the men said slowly while standing behind us, clearly making a decision on which of us was going to receive a third load. I was a little disappointed when he rammed into the Swede. Once he was done, the pair of us were pulled up from our bent over positions and walked over to a part of the factory floor where there was a large drain. “On knees!” one of the tops barked, and we both hurriedly got down onto the floor. I knew what was coming, and while I had never actually engaged in watersports, I had seen enough porn to know I should assume a certain position and open my mouth. “You!” barked one of the other men at the Swede, “do same!” All five of them then began to piss on us, whether that was in our mouths, on top of our heads, or elsewhere on our bodies. I heard the Swede gag choke a couple of times, but I was fine and actually realised why men got into this so much. When they were done, they walked away from us towards the door they had first emerged from. “You shower!” barked one of them before he went through the door, pointing at another door over to the side. “Then we come back.” We both hauled ourselves off the floor once they’d left the room, and made our way over to the doorway. Inside was a dark tiled bathroom, and even though the only light was what was coming through the open door from the factory floor, I could see that it was filthy. However, when the Swede went over to a visible shower head and turned the tap underneath, water did indeed start to flow out of it. “It’s cold” he said. “Then we better be quick” I replied. Each of us took a turn washing all the piss off our skin under the freezing cold stream, not removing any of our gear given that had also been soaked by the men. Once done, we headed to the part of the factory where the roof was gone so we could try to dry off and warm up in the small amount of sunshine that was still making it into that space, though I made a quick dash over to get my cigarettes first. “That was fun” said the Swede, exhaling a plume of smoke. “Sure was” I said. “How long do you think they’ll keep fucking us?” he asked. “The whole night hopefully” I said, giving him a wink. “Better chance of it taking with multiple loads.” The Swede nodded and smiled at that, but said nothing more. We therefore just smoked in silence, pondering what lay in store for us once the men were ready again. I couldn’t wait…

My company had recently won an important contract in Mexico, and as the only analyst who spoke Spanish (thanks to my mother being from Seville), I had been sent to oversee the setup of the new operation. My partner was not best pleased that I was going to be gone for eight weeks, but the large bonus I was to receive was certainly going to help with filling up the pot we were setting aside for trying to have kids through a surrogate in the future, so we both knew that I had to accept. As such, after a comfortable flight over in business class, I was now set up in an aparthotel that would act as my base for the trip. The first few days were hectic, but as things calmed down and the new operation found its feet, I could afford to take a bit of a step back. This gave me the opportunity to see a bit of the city and its surroundings, while also hunting for gifts to take back to appease my partner for the prolonged absence. Top of my personal to-do list was a trip out to see some lesser-known pyramids, which I had heard were much less touristy than Teotihuacán and could be visited round the clock. I decided a couple of nights in a nearby basic hotel would be sensible as I was keen to see both sunrise and sunset at the archeological site, so I made a plan to head out there after finishing a bit early on the Friday and then come back to the city on the Sunday. Sure enough, pre-dawn on the Saturday my alarm went off, and after splashing some water on my face, filling my thermos with coffee from the room and donning some clothes, I headed out into the darkness. I had rented a bike to explore the site myself, so with the headlight on bright, I rode off up the semi-paved track away from the hotel. Little was I to know I would not actually get to watch the sunrise as planned. I managed to find my way to the site, although I could not yet make out any actual pyramids in the darkness. I chained up the bike, grabbed my flashlight and then set off up the path leading from the entrance gate. I figured I would find somewhere to sit and drink some coffee while I waited for there to be enough light in the sky to help me work out where to position myself for the actual sunrise. Eventually I found a sort of shelter, the purpose of which was not clear to me in the gloom, but it had a bench in it that I could sit down on to wait. However, as soon as I did so I felt a wave of tiredness come over me, and having got to the site quicker than expected, I decided I could risk leaning against the back and side of the shelter to rest my eyes for a bit. I set an alarm on my phone for half an hour, closed my eyes, and soon drifted off. I was not woken by my alarm, but rather by the sudden jolt of being pulled forward off the bench. It was still fairly dark but I could just make out that there were several figures there, and I knew immediately I was in trouble. At least two men were hauling me out of the shelter by my arms, and of course I shouted and tried to resist once my fight-or-flight response kicked in. At this point my arms were pulled behind me while a bandana or something was pulled around my mouth. Despite my best efforts my assailants quickly had me muted, my arms tied behind me, and then they pushed me to the ground and did the same to my ankles. I was then lifted up by several men and carried away from the shelter, heading for godknowswhere. At this point I was sure I was being kidnapped. After being carried in the dark for a few moments, I was placed down on my front on a flat-topped rock. Before I could squirm or do anything to try to free myself, I was held firmly in place while the men untied my ankles, spread them, and then re-secured them apart to something before ripping open the back of my shorts and underwear. The rope tying my wrists together was also secured down to something, so that I was prone over the rock. Then, almost immediately, I felt a hard pressure at my anus, and started to scream out as much as I could over the gag as I was penetrated. Maybe these men were indeed kidnapping me, but I was to be used first, that was for sure. The initial entry was excruciating, especially as I rarely bottomed for my partner, but eventually whichever of the men it was had buried himself in me fully. He then started a rough pounding of my hole, my gagged screams seemingly not bothering any of them. The first guy fucked me brutally for a while, then roared out and jammed himself into me fully. I knew I was being bred. He then pulled out and was replaced by another, and the whole ordeal began again. They all took at least one turn, my screams seeming to fade into submission in time with the sun rising and light bathing the ruins around us. Not that I got to see much of that, as any time I looked up to try to see who was doing this to me I was struck in the face by one of the men. When they all seemed to be done, a blindfold was tied around my eyes, my ankles were released but then rapidly secured back together, and then I was roughly pulled up off the rock and up into the air again. I was carried to somewhere for a few minutes, and then heard what sounded like a metal door being opened. Moments later I was dropped down onto a hard surface on my back, my wrists were untied from each other, pulled apart and secured somehow. My ankles got the same treatment, and then I heard all the men leaving and the door being closed again. I had no choice but to lie there on my back, unable to see a thing, trussed up like godknowswhat, my mouth still gagged, my used and sore hole continuing to leak, and wonder what was in store for me. Over the course of however many hours it was, men seemed to take turns to visit the increasingly hot room I was in, all of them unceremoniously ramming into my hole and fucking another load into me. What was really surprising was that I realised I was getting just a little bit excited each time I heard the door open as someone else arrived, which was crazy given the peril I was in and the reality of what was happening to me. But yes, truth be told, I was starting to want there to be someone there fucking me rather than being left alone. Another change of location came later, when a number of men seemed to come into the room together and begin working together to release me from whatever I was tied to, re-secure my wrists and ankles together, and then lift me up and carry me out. Once again I was manually carried for some time, until we reached whatever the chosen venue was now for all this to continue. I had no fight left in me, so when I was put down on my feet I dutifully allowed my ankles to be separated and secured apart to something, before I was bent forward over what felt like a rock. I propped myself up on my elbows, and this perhaps gave them an indication that they had broken me as a moment later my gag and blindfold were taken off. I blinked and got my eyes used to the light, taking in that we were back in the trees around the ruins, but I did not look around at the men. I stared straight ahead of me, just waiting. A cock was pressed back into me, and I gave a slight moan as, despite the use and abuse I had experienced and how sore my hole was by this point, there was still a definite sense of what I can only call relief at being filled again. I took the fuck without complaint, and actually squeezed around his cock as he slammed in a final time and unloaded in me. I did the same as all the other men followed suit, never once turning my head to see who these guys were. Somewhere in the corner of my mind, voices were screaming at me to try to stop this, to try to remember that I’m partnered up and planning to have a family, and that this was a repeated act of violence being perpetrated on me, but by this point a deeper, perhaps long-repressed version of me had emerged. I had gone into something of a trance I suppose, but was broken out of that when one of the men suddenly appeared next to me, also bent over the rock. I turned to look at him as I was being fucked, noticing he couldn’t have been more than 25, and watched as he grimaced through his own penetration. He did not utter a sound throughout though, and when the man behind him slammed in a final time and then withdrew, the younger guy just stood up and disappeared out of my field of view. A moment later a stocky older man with a bushy moustache took his place and was also fucked by one of the others, all while the rest of them continued to use me. The light faded as my gangbang continued, with several of the men having also taken a turn bent over on the rock next to me. I concluded this must be a gang or something, but did not know if they all got fucked or if there was some kind of hierarchy within the group. I found myself wondering how many other men had experienced what I was going through, and whether it was just tourists they targeted. I also didn’t know whether I was still going to be kidnapped and held for ransom, but I was starting to think that maybe that wasn’t going to be the case. Perhaps they would finally expend their sexual energies, and then dispose of me to become just the latest in a long list of Westerners who had disappeared without trace, or maybe I was going to be set free after all this. I got my answer long after it had got dark, when the blindfold was suddenly put back on me and I was re-gagged while the last of them finished off inside me. I was then hauled off the rock and quickly re-tied at the wrists and ankles, before being lifted up by several hands and carried off. It seemed like ages, but eventually I was unceremoniously dumped on the ground. I felt the restraints at my wrists being loosened, and then the sound of all the men running away. When it had gone quiet I managed to get my blindfold off with my still-tied hands, realising I was back at the shelter where this had all started. There was some dim light from a nearby lamp, so I could just about make out what I was doing as I wiggled my hands and used my teeth to finally get one wrist free, making it possible to get the gag out of my mouth and then untie the rest of the binds. I was free, and the men were long gone. The bike was still there at the end of the path, and miraculously the torn shorts I was wearing still had everything I had set out with in the pockets, so I was able unchain the bike to cycle back. I had to do the whole thing standing up on the peddles as I was too sore to sit on the saddle, and closer to my hotel I wore out and got off to walk the bike the rest of the way. When I got back, the old man at the reception desk nodded to me as I staggered in, and I detected a smirk as I glanced back at him before starting the climb up the stairs. Did he know? Had he been part of this somehow? Was he possibly even one of the gang that had spent the day fucking me? Or was he just amused by the state I was in? I managed a shower, gently probing around my gaping, abused hole a bit to feel the damage, before collapsing into the bed and passing out. I had feverish dreams all night, waking in a sweat more than once, and was therefore very slow to get going the next morning. An older lady was at the reception when I checked out, but once again I just had a sense that she knew something. What had I got into by coming here? It was a relief when I got back to the city and returned the car to the hire place around the corner from my aparthotel. I slept a little more soundly in my temporary home, and the next day started the process of trying to act normally as I got back on with work. However, as the days of that week went on, a nagging desire got stronger and stronger. I couldn’t deny it as hard as I tried: I wanted to be fucked again, and I wanted it to be anonymous and raw. All it took was a couple of beers with colleagues after work on the Friday, and my inhibitions had been sufficiently lowered to do something about my predicament. That night, and for so many more during my remaining time in Mexico, I was to be found bent over in a cruise club taking whatever came my way. Three days after I got home, I woke up with a fever. My partner tended to me through the delirium that followed, and sat by my side in the doctor’s office a week later as I was given the news that I had tested positive. He saved his rage until we were back home, refusing to believe that any version of what I told him was true. He was acting out of fury as he threw accusations my way, and yet everything he was saying did actually now ring true in some way. I had been subjected to what was undoubtedly a prolonged sexual assault, and yet it had awoken something in me that I knew I could not suppress again. I felt strangely liberated, even as my partner’s vitriol went from strength to strength, and found myself zoning out and starting to wonder if my pozzing had been at the hands of the gang or one of the many anonymous hook-ups in the clubs of Mexico City. Jump forward to today, and my career has actually advanced significantly since the success of the Mexican operation’s commencement. My partner of course kicked me out, and in his anger and betrayal he made sure our friends and families knew the truth about me. That set forth something of a mass desertion by people I thought I had been close to, but now that I am without the same social responsibilities to occupy most of my weekends and evenings, I am free to live my new life. That life involves cock. Any cock. All cocks. There isn’t one I won’t ride, and no load I won’t take. Hook-ups at home or a guy’s place, clubs, saunas, public toilets, alleyways, parks, beaches… Anywhere, anytime, you can find me and my biohazard tramp stamp swallowing up as many loads as possible. I’m 45, apparently handsome, in the best shape of my life, and a proud poz cumdump. But what excites me most is that I’m being sent back to Mexico to oversee the rollout of our latest system upgrade in the office there. I’ve already secured some time off during my stay, and I know just where I’ll be aiming to spend it…

Jason did return quite regularly after that, and seemed to come out of his shell a bit more with us as he got more used to feeling like what he was doing was OK. It was maybe the fourth or fifth visit to ours that he actually decided to stick around for a bit to have a drink and talk after we’d fucked, and the eighth visit was when we first managed to get him to undress again for a second round before staying the night in one of the guest bedrooms. We tested his boundaries a little more with each visit, and discovered that he seemed to respond well to a bit of domination. We took things slowly on that front, starting with strapping him onto the bench, then into the sling, and eventually into a set of stocks that Stone ordered to add to the playroom equipment (which of course we had ‘christened’ with me being put into them first before Stone invited the whole neighbourhood round to join in). However, we also got him to start practicing as a versatile performer, mixing up what we did to him with the occasional topping role, usually with me as the bottom but also a couple of times with Stone. He was certainly a very eager student. We weren’t really sure what was happening with him outside of his visits to our place, but one day he decided to talk about it with us over some post-fucking drinks and cigarettes. Evidently the studio had not responded well to his arrest, so despite the charges being dropped they had let quietly him go from his contract. However, one of the execs had put him onto a friend of his, and Jason had started working with him. These were all-black orgy films shot with a single camera around the guy’s house, and Jason always wore a hood as he took up position on his front or back to get fucked and bred by the various tops and versatile performers also on set. He showed us one of the films that had been released onto that studio’s website, and what surprised us the most was that it was so obviously him, given he wore no top so his distinctive tattoos were on full view, and he hadn’t even taken off his trademark gold Cubans. We decided not to say anything about this though, and once he was gone we had looked through all of the videos he had done with this new outfit. Despite him clearly getting other action now, he carried on visiting us on a pretty regular basis. On one occasion we decided to take things up a notch or two by ‘forgetting’ that we had invited Frank and Bram over to play, and when they entered the playroom through the side door Jason looked a bit like a deer in headlights. Credit to him though, because after only a brief moment of looking like he was about to freak out, he relaxed and went with the flow. Loads were taken by all that night, though Jason’s hole was obviously the main focus. Thereafter we brought Frank, Bram and some other friends in on the play every now and then. Jason did eventually get sick, and Stone and I took it in turns to be at his place looking after him while he converted. He seemed to understand what had happened, and didn’t react too badly when we took him to a clinic and the result was confirmed. He eventually told us that his prep supply had indeed ended when his contract was terminated, but by then he wasn’t able to turn off his need to be bred despite no longer being protected. He had not been actively chasing, but nor did he do anything to reduce the risk of infection and had kind of known it was inevitable. He told us he knew we must be poz because of working with Scorpex, and that he knew he could also maybe just start seeking what he needed from neg or undetectable guys, but somehow had just wanted to keep coming to our playroom. He genuinely seemed OK with it, although we suspected he might need a bit of support as the reality dawned on him so we kept an eye out. In the meantime we decided to introduce him to Scorpex, and it turned out they had been enamoured with the hooded blinged-up bottom appearing in the orgy films but had somehow failed to make the connection. Jason was soon signed up for a contract as a versatile performer, giving him access to healthcare insurance so he could go on meds and, in time, get some support when he did start to freak out a bit about his new status. He has become a popular performer with Scorpex, and Stone and I got to appear with him when the execs wanted him to be dominated for a shoot and he had said he would only do that with us. Interestingly, Jason has settled into a sort of middle ground in life, having started out as a straight man performing only as a top, becoming a needy hungry bottom with us, but now happily able to talk about his bisexuality. He actually has a girlfriend, a poz dancer he met through a support group, but she is relaxed about his work and also the need to satisfy other urges to keep him happy. As such, while no longer as frequent as it was for a while, he still comes over every now and then to play. Seeing Jason find a bit of peace and happiness with himself has spurred me on too. Stone and I are about to go away to a cabin in Colorado for a little break, and I have decided to take the plunge. He and I are perfect together, and when I find the right place and time up in the mountains, I shall be getting down on one knee. Wish me luck! THE END

I sighed and put my iPad down on the coffee table in front of me. “Babe” I called out, “come take a break before you make yourself crazy.” A few moments later Stone slouched into the room, looking thoroughly pissed. “I don’t get it” he said. “Can’t people just hit the Back button and move on to something they do like? It’s not like I’m getting paid to do any of this, or trying to get famous from it. I mean, my stuff is out there for people to enjoy for free, so why the need to be negative if they would prefer something else?” “I know” I replied, “but I did warn you about reading the comments.” “Yeah” he grumbled, as he sat down next to me and I put my hand on his leg. “But I want to see what people who do actually like my sort of stuff have to say in case it gives me some more ideas or helps me to make the songs better. I spend time doing this stuff in a way I enjoy myself, and I like talking to other people who have similar tastes.” Stone had recently decided to start posting music he had been making, which was a mix of his own songs and covers of others, delivered in a very different way to the originals. His videos were of him performing live, but he obscured most of his face and applied a black-and-white filter to avoid getting recognised. He had no plans to try to make something out of it, and was just doing it in his spare time for his own enjoyment and to hopefully entertain a few others. He was, however, leaning the hard way about what the internet was really like. “Listen” I said, “how about we have a bit of fun to work off your frustrations, and see if maybe that stirs up some more positive thoughts for you?” “Oh yeah?” he asked, turning to me with a smirk. “Would this ‘fun’ involve me pounding you into next week by any chance?” “I’d definitely be up for that” I chuckled, “but I was thinking more of following up on a lead I’ve had.” “A lead?” he asked, looking quizzically at me. “Jason” I said. “Found out a bit more about what happened, and where we might find him.” “Well, that does sound promising” Stone said. “But unless we’re gonna find him waiting outside right this minute, I think we might have to go with my idea first.” I laughed out loud, but also knew he wasn’t joking so duly got off the couch and started to pull down my shorts. Mere moments later I was bent over the dining table with the man I loved working out the frustrations of his evening in my hole. Once we’d recovered from the rather frenetic fuck, we got cleaned up and then headed out. Having been kicked out of the apartment he had shared with his now ex-girlfriend, Jason was temporarily staying with a mutual friend who had got curious about his nighttime absences and had thus followed him out one evening. Unbeknownst to Jason, this mutual friend was quite into what Stone and I had been doing, so had let me know what he had found out and promised to message me when his new housemate went out. Such a message had arrived just as Stone was erupting inside of me, and we were now en route to the park he had told us about. After parking nearby we split up to look around, keeping our phones to hand to quickly message each other. There were a few guys hanging around who seemed like they might be cruising, but others who I thought were probably seeking or selling drugs, making it far more likely the police would be nearby. ME: Keep an eye out and be ready to run. Drugs. STONE: OK. Fortunately it was just a minute after sending that message that I caught sight of Jason, standing by a tree looking at his phone. He seemed to hear me approach as he put it away, stuck his hands in his pockets and looked up to see what was going on, his expression changing the instant I came into a pool of light from on of the few dim lamps around the place. “Greg” he muttered. “What the fuck man?” “Hey Jason” I said. “Been a while.” “Get out of here” he growled. “No fucking way” I replied. “Not without getting you out of here too.” “Who sent you?” he asked, glowering at me. “No-one” I half-lied, “but I heard what went down and we want to help you.” “We?” he said, pulling his hands out his pockets and balling his fists. “I’m here with Stone” I said. “What the fuck” he whispered. “Why don’t you come with us and we’ll talk about it?” I said. “Before the police get here again.” He glared at me, but eventually nodded as he pushed himself off the tree he had been leaning against. I started walking back in the general direction of the car, typing out a quick message to Stone so he’d meet us there. None of us said a thing as we got to the car, Jason climbing in the back while we got in the front. After watching a darkened patrol car glide past us towards the park we had just left, I quickly pulled out and set off, doing some cursory checks to make sure we weren’t being followed, particularly as I didn’t know if Jason had anything on him that could be a problem if we were pulled over. Once I could see we were clear, I decided not to freak him out too much by taking him to ours and instead headed to a bar we knew that afforded its patrons with high-sided booths and plenty of privacy. Jason said nothing as we entered, so I got him the same rum and coke I remembered him drinking on set back in the day, while opting for plain cokes for me and Stone. “What happened man?” I asked Jason, once we’d been sat in a booth in silence for a bit. “Nothing happened” he quietly replied, staring at his drink. “I wasn’t doing nothing, had all my clothes on, had no drugs, no cash, so they had to drop the charges.” “You got lucky” Stone said. “Fuck off” he snapped, before letting out a deep breath and continuing in a softer tone. “Sorry man. Yeah, I know I got lucky.” “So what were you doing there?” I asked. Jason said nothing for a while, but we gave him time to gather his thoughts. Then, with a lot of initial hesitation, he started to tell us the story. His girlfriend, a performer herself, had wanted to spice things up a bit and had arranged for another of her female co-stars to join them for a threesome. Then after that it was a different female co-star, and then a third. But one night it was another man she had brought to their bed, who Jason knew worked on hetero, bi and gay films. The sex had all been about her, but then she had invited the same man back again and started taking things in a different direction. Jason was of course well used to fucking men on-camera so had not had any real issues at first, but it was once his girlfriend was asleep and the rum had continued flowing that the ante was upped. His girlfriend woke up to find him on his hands and knees losing his anal virginity. Thereafter it had solely been other men she had brought to their bed, and Jason had to get used to her expectations to see him bottoming. However, she had suddenly lost interest in all this and had stopped inviting anyone else into their sex life, cutting him off from something he had really started to get into even if he wasn’t ready to admit that out loud. The trips to the park had started initially when he was drunk and his inhibitions lowered, but he eventually began seeking out that release even when sober. He dressed it up as a new exercise regime that involved an intense nighttime run before bed, and seemed to get away with it at first. However, he had not known that his girlfriend was starting to suspect what he was up to, not least because he was no longer performing as well in the bedroom with her, so when he was arrested in a sting and had needed her to bail him out, the writing was on the wall for their relationship. He was out on the street the next day. “You know” I said, “you don’t need to go looking for it in such a risky way, particularly when there’s other illegal things going down that attract the cops.” “Yeah” Jason mumbled. “We could help if you want” said Stone. “Give you somewhere to explore that side of yourself, where you don’t have to worry about it getting out.” “Plus, you know, we’ve both been on the same journey” I offered. Jason looked up at me, and fixed me with a stare for a while before speaking. “Do you think I’m gay?” he asked. “Doesn’t matter what I think” I said, “nor does it matter if you are or not. You just know now that it feels good, and you should be able to do something about that in private.” He carried on staring at me, before nodding and looking back down at his drink. “OK” he said. He swirled his finger round his glass, before picking it up and gulping down the contents. He slammed the glass back on the table, and then fixed Stone with a look. “Show me” he said, before sliding along the bench and out of the booth. Stone and I left our drinks on the table, and followed Jason out of the bar. He had some jumpy energy about him, so I pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket and offered him one. Once we had all lit up, I delicately probed a little further just to see what Jason would be most comfortable with, including whether or not it was actually us he wanted to explore with or if he just wanted our help. By the time we were stubbing out the cigarettes we had settled on him coming back to ours, so we got back into the car and drove home in silence. Jason didn’t seem to want to delay things with another drink, so we ushered him down to the playroom where he quickly stripped down to his jock. However, the big surprise came as Stone and I were getting naked, when Jason reached behind himself and delicately pulled a lubed plug out of his hole. Knowing this meant we could just get down to business, we urged him to get down on the bench so he could be comfortable, before Stone took up position and starting gently rubbing Jason’s hole with his cock. “Do it” Jason growled, ever so slightly pushing back. Stone looked up at me and winked, then focused on the inviting hole in front of him. He started pushing his girthy dry cock into Jason, content that no condom had been offered or requested, and assuming that there was already enough lubrication in there based on how wet the plug had been. Jason softly moaned as Stone slowly but firmly pushed into him in one go. My boyfriend held in position for a moment, and then began his thrusts which gradually got faster and deeper. Even with his head down on the bench, it was clear that Jason was loving it, arching his back like a seasoned bottom and letting Stone take full control of the pounding. It was so hot to watch, Jason’s toned body and tight buns seeming to just scream “bottom” now that I was seeing him in this position rather than hammering away as a vigorous top. I guess that our earlier rut had taken the edge off for Stone a bit, as he was showing incredible stamina while he pounded away. I decided to mix things up a bit while I waited my turn, so went over to stand next to Jason’s head to just see what happened. It took him a while to realise I was there, but when he did he propped himself up a bit and stared at the hard cock right in front of him while his body rocked back and forth. I stepped forward just a bit more to put it in range, and he stretched out a little and took the tip into his mouth. I let him have just that for a couple of minutes, before shuffling forward a little more to effectively force my cock deeper into his mouth towards his throat. He gagged a little, but didn’t pull off so I just went the whole hog and pushed until he’d swallowed it all. He was audibly snorting as he got used to what I suspected was his first spit-roast, but credit where it’s due, he never gave off any vibe of wanting either of us to pull out of him. Stone eventually started to reach orgasm, speeding up his pounding to a frantic pace until he slammed into Jason and held position while he unloaded. His breathing was ragged, and it took him quite some time to calm down and pull out. He staggered back and slumped down on a chair at the side of the room, giving me my cue that it was time to take over. I pulled my cock out of Jason’s throat, and quickly repositioned myself behind him and slid into his cummy hole. I was already pretty heated, so picked up where Stone had left off with a rapid and energetic fucking, Jason responding by moaning and panting his desire for me to keep going. I didn’t last long though, and soon was spurting another load into our former co-star. I collapsed on the floor next to Stone, and we sat breathing heavily as we watched Jason just remain in position on all fours with cum leaking out of his gaping hole. After a couple of minutes he lifted himself up onto his knees, and reached behind to lightly finger and explore his hole. He then brought his fingers to his mouth, taking a taste of some of the deposits we’d left back there. I could only see a bit of the side of his face, but I thought I detected what could be a small smile breaking out on his face for a brief moment, before he then slid himself back and got off the bench. He went over to his clothes and started to get dressed, only turning to face us once he was fully clothed again. “Thanks” he said. “No problem” I replied. “You’re always welcome if you need more.” He nodded at me, and then in a flash was gone up the stairs and out of the house. Stone and I remained sitting for a bit, before hauling ourselves up and off to the shower. “He’s probably on prep” Stone said, as I climbed into bed next to him a while later. “I know” I said, “and honestly I’m happy just to help him get comfortable with being versatile if that’s all this turns out to be.” “Me too” said Stone, smiling. “He is hot as fuck, and clearly meant to bottom.” “Amen to that” I replied, sliding down and putting my arm across Stone’s chest. “It’ll be fun to watch him realise that for himself.” With that, we both gradually drifted off to sleep, safe and comfortable in each other’s arms…

Stone and I were resting on loungers by the pool, he having drifted off to sleep while I was staring up at the few wispy clouds in the sky, totally lost in thought. Earlier we had enjoyed a long, leisurely, well, I would say “fuck” but I think it is actually more accurate to say “love-making”. This is what was occupying me, as I was realising how deep things had now got with him. I had never in a million years expected to be with a man in this way, and I expect Stone felt the same given he had also identified as straight for most of his life, but the truth was that we had completely fallen for one another. Yes, we still often rutted like animals in heat, but our sex was increasingly something far more meaningful than that. I was stirred from my contemplations of life, love and the human experience by my phone vibrating with a WhatsApp message: BROCK: Will you teach me? Well, there it was, the request I had been hoping for and perhaps kind of expecting, but it was still a thrill to actually see it on my phone. I doubted that I had been the only one to suggest to Brock that he needed to get with the times, or maybe he had come to that conclusion himself a bit, but being proactive in reaching out to him seemed to have done the job. Now I just needed to work out a plan. ME: I’d be happy to. When were you thinking? Where Dean had already been well on his way to discovering his true self when Stone and I got to him, I suspected it was going to be a bit more of a long game with Brock. He probably wouldn’t react well to Stone being there, at least at first, and I was going to have to take my time in getting him sufficiently adjusted to enable things to be stepped up a gear. I didn’t even know if he was on prep or not, so I could just be helping him to diversify his options with the studio without achieving anything else, but it was worth a shot. BROCK: Now. Your place. Shit. I hurriedly reached over and shook Stone awake, bringing him up to speed and instructing him to find someplace to go for a bit. ME: Sure. Just getting rid of Stone, then I’m all yours. BROCK: OK. Stone grumbled a little as I helped to get him out the door and into his car, but as soon as he’d pulled out onto the street and driven off, I saw Brock climb out of a truck parked opposite. Smoking a cigarette and wearing a hoodie with dark glasses, he hurried over clearly not wanting to be seen by anyone. “Hi” I said, as he walked through the open door and into the house. “Where are we doing this?” he growled at me as he unzipped his hoodie. “OK, slow down” I said, putting my hands up to calm him. “I think we better start with the basics on getting clean and prepared, and then we can take it from there.” “OK” he said, as I saw him visibly relax a little. He was clearly very wound up, so I knew I was going to need to tread carefully. I showed him upstairs to the guest bathroom, and then went and got a douche. I talked him through how to use it, and then left the room and closed the door so he could have a go himself. A while later he emerged, and saw me sitting in the guest bedroom opposite. “I think I’m done” he said. “Not sure though.” “No worries” I replied, giving him a warm smile. “We can move on to getting you prepared, so I’ll be able to see if we need to have another go.” “OK” he said, his shoulders tightening. “Don’t worry” I said, “we’re just going to do some things to get you loosened up a bit. I promise it will actually feel really good, and then when we’re done you can decide if you want to carry on or leave it at that for today.” He nodded at me, even giving me the slightest hint of a thankful smile. I gestured for him to come into the bedroom, and then over the next couple of hours I showed him how to loosen himself up with fingers and toys, as well as rimming and fingering him myself. We frequently broke to go outside for a drink and a smoke, and I could see that he was starting to get into having a small plug inside while we did that. “I think I’m ready” he eventually said, while on all fours on the bed with my tongue in his ass. “Are you sure?” I asked, after pulling back. “Just fuck me” he quietly growled, causing me to smile. There was one downside for me, in that he had pulled a packet of condoms out of his hoodie. However, I reminded myself that this was the long game, so I duly covered up for the first time in years, applied some lube, and then moved into position. I rested my cock on his hole, and gently moved it around a bit until I saw the tell-tale sign of him arching his back a bit, inviting me to sink in. I took it very slowly, frequently pausing on the way in so he could adjust and relax. He was panting the whole time, but let out a big breath when he felt me push my body up against him, indicating I was fully buried. Once again I paused to let him adjust, and then began a slow, short outstroke before pushing back in. This time he let out a low moan, and a louder one when I did it again. I gradually sped up, until I was properly fucking him and, to my surprise and pleasure, he was putting as much effort in to slam back on me. The power bottom in him had awoken! Eventually I roared that I was going to come, at which point he started slamming back even harder while shouting the place down as well. I finally went over the edge and thrust in one more time as I blew my load into the condom, and could tell from his ass spasms that he was coming hands free as well. We were both sweating like crazy and panting for oxygen, but as we calmed I slowly pulled out, removed the condom to toss it in the trashcan, and then turned and collapsed backwards onto the mattress beside him. He slowly sprawled himself forward from the all-fours position he’d been in the whole time, so that he was lying on his front. “Fuck” he eventually whispered. “Holy fuck.” “You good?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. “That was fucking-A.” I chuckled. “Now you see why I went versatile, huh?” “Yeah” he said. We lay in silence for a while, before I hauled myself up while he turned over onto his back. “I’m not saying now, but there is more to show you when you’re ready” I said. “Like what?” he asked. “Well, it can feel different in other positions, and you can also be more in control.” “Show me” he said, with the slightest of grins. I stared at him for a moment, then reached for the condoms, opened another and pulled it onto my re-hardening cock. I slapped on a bit of lube while he watched, then before he could do anything I bent over, grabbed his ankles and threw them onto my shoulders. Without any of the patience from before, I lined up and slid back into him, causing him to yell out. “Like this” I said, as I started to fuck into him. He had thrown his head back and was rightly gripping the bedspread either side of him. “Do it!” I shouted. “Show me how you take control!” He didn’t change position and I just continued to slam into him, but then he suddenly shot his head up and fixed me with a gnarly glare, let go of the bedspread, and reached to grab my hips. Sure enough, he was now the one controlling my thrusts, and he wanted it even harder than I’d been giving it to him. “Fuck me you fucker!” was just one of the many commands he started barking at me, and I have to admit, it really did feel like he had taken control despite being the one getting shafted. Having already blown a load I knew this was going to be a longer fuck, so after a while I pulled out of him and lay down on my back on the bed. He got the message, and hopped over to straddle me before lowering himself back onto my dick. Now he could really be the power bottom, and he fucked himself frenetically on my cock until I was filling the condom and he was spitting all over my chest. We both took a long time to recover from the rutting, but once we had he decided to call it a day. He grunted a thank you at me after he’d put his clothes back on his sweaty body, and then he was gone. I pretty much passed out after that. Two nights later Stone and I were chilling in the kitchen on our second bottle of wine when my phone lit up with a series of WhatsApps. BROCK: Ate yo at hume? BROCK: fucikin BROCK: Got whisjy BROCK: oitside It was clear he was trashed, but if my interpretation of his slightly garbled messages was correct, he was also outside our house and apparently horny. “Got him” I said to Stone, smirking. “Brock?” he asked. “He’s outside” I said. I went and opened the door, and sure enough there was Brock on our driveway, holding a brown paper bag while he smoked a cigarette. “Hey” I said. “Fucker” he growled as he part-walked, part-staggered into the house. Stone approached from the kitchen. “Two fuckers” Brock barked. “Fucking-A.” He reached into the bag and pulled the bottle of whisky out, letting the brown paper fall to the floor. He yanked out the cork and took a swig, before marching over to the stairs and heading up. Stone and I glanced at each other, and then started following him as we pulled off our tops. We shucked down our shorts on the landing, and then headed stark naked into the guest bedroom behind Brock. He got to the bed and then turned to look at us, slightly licking his lips when he saw we had already stripped. “Get on your backs” he barked, before ripping off his tank top and shorts. We did as he commanded, lying side by side on the mattress with our newly-sprung erections standing firm. Brock let out an unintelligible growl, and then hopped up onto the bed, straddled me and lowered himself onto my bare dick. He seemed loosened and already lubricated, so I guessed he must have been riding a dildo or some other dicks before he got to us. He power fucked himself on me for an epic amount of time, before jumping up and moving over to sink himself down on Stone. Then after a while he was back on me, this time riding until I lost it and blew my potent load inside him. He squeezed my dick with his ass muscles until I’d stopped thrusting, then quickly jumped over to Stone and rode him to orgasm too. But that wasn’t him done, as he then jumped off, got on all fours on the bed and demanded we clean him up. Wearily we took turns rimming him until we’d both got hard again, at which point I thrust into Brock doggystyle and fucked him hard while he slammed back on me, with me again blowing a load of toxic juices into him when it got too much. Stone followed suit, slapping Brock’s ass repeatedly while they fucked which only seemed to egg on this newly-discovered power bottom. I almost had to hold Stone steady as he orgasmed and added a fourth dose of venom into Brock’s now apparently needy ass. Yet still Brock was not done, throwing himself onto his knees on the floor between us to suck off our cum-covered cocks. Where Dean had taken a long time to get any good at this, Brock was either a natural or had more experience than he’d ever let on, and his oral ministrations eventually got us hard again. Stone went first this time, pulling Brock up so he could slide into him while the muscular power bottom carried on sucking me, and then once he’d added a fifth load into the gaping hole we changed positions and I pounded Brock through to his sixth load of the night. Stone and I were done in, but Brock only seemed to be getting more heated. To give ourselves a break, we grabbed the bottle of whisky and steered him down to the basement. We got him to lie back on the bench, set up the fuck machine at his hole with a large dildo, and after Stone had fetched him a pack of cigarettes and an ashtray, we left him to it while we went back upstairs and collapsed on the now very sweaty guest bed. It was maybe a couple of hours later that I woke up to the bed rocking, and looked over to see Brock slamming himself up and down on Stone’s cock again. My boyfriend was moaning almost like he was in pain, and I soon got my own taste of it when Brock saw that I was awake and hopped over to slam himself down on me. He was unbelievably vigorous, and I couldn’t help but yell out as he thrust himself onto my pelvis repeatedly while my tired cock begged for mercy. Thankfully, when we had added another load each to his gaping hole, he finally seemed to be spent. He collapsed onto the bed between us and passed out, giving us the opportunity to cautiously slide off the mattress and exit the room. “Fucking hell” Stone sighed as we stood in our en suite shower together. “I’ve created a monster” I replied, mustering up a smile. We got ourselves cleaned and dried, then climbed into our bed and quickly fell asleep. This time we made it through to morning without being disturbed, and when we did eventually get up we found that Brock was gone. Stone set about stripping the guest bed to put all the cum-covered linens in the washer, while I headed down to the basement to clean up a mess of cigarette detritus, dildos, and numerous spills of cum and lube. A couple of days later Stone and I were out at dinner when I got a call from Dean. “You’ve got to get down here” he yelled excitedly, over thumping music in the background. “Where?” I asked. “The Locker” he shouted. “Why?” I asked, giving Stone a look. “Just fucking get here” Dean yelled, “you won’t be sorry!” The call cut out at that point, and I brought Stone up to speed. We decided we’d go and see what was up, so quickly settled the check and then got an Uber down to the club. We got undressed and stashed our things in a locker, including the plug I’d been wearing in case we got a little frisky after our meal, and then headed into the complex to find Dean. When we did locate him he was standing at the doorway of the largest playroom. “Look!” he said when he saw us, pointing into the room. There, bent over and bracing his hands on his knees, was Brock, and behind him a man was jackhammering into him like crazy. “He’s been at it for hours” said Dean. “All bareback.” “Wow” I said, though I was not actually surprised. “Did you do this?” asked Dean, his eyes narrowing as he apparently saw through my poor acting attempt. Stone and I laughed while nodding at him, at which point he burst out laughing too. “You fuckers” he said between chuckles. “Turned him out like you did me, huh?” “Took more effort” I replied, smiling. We stood and watched the scene for a while, before deciding to join in and have some fun ourselves. Stone got to the back of the line waiting to use Brock, while Dean and I headed to one of the walls of the room and bent over to offer ourselves up. In no time at all we were both being railed, smiling at each other as the room filled with the sounds of sweaty, raw, unfiltered sex. We saw Brock on and off for the next few weeks, and then one day there he was at our door sporting a new biohazard tattoo on his stomach. By this point we had already started off the process of getting him signed to Scorpex, and for that entire flying visit to see us he only talked about a proposal for a shoot he’d been sent, with no mention of anything else. However, the next day a gift basket of whisky sample bottles turned up on our doorstep, along with a hand-written card: Fuckers 1 & 2, Thanks. For everything. I mean it. B x Brock’s career has soared at Scorpex, with no other performer able to match his power and stamina as either a top or bottom. Stone and I actually starred together in a long scene with him, where we played a pair of vanilla boyfriends who get picked up by Brock and have our cocks and asses thoroughly used by him in a triumphant display of his new-found versatility. Off-set he seems to be fucking the toned twink from his gym, who Dean says has basically moved in with Brock at this point. We saw them together briefly at a bar, with the twink’s low-cut tank top allowing the new tattoo on his pec to be easily seen and understood. Maybe we did that too, or maybe he had to wait until Brock got to him for the change to take effect. Stone and I, meanwhile, have accepted just how much we have fallen in love with one another. I know I’m going to marry that man someday, which is the weirdest fucking thing given we both thought we were straight until recently. However, I can’t see us stopping our fun anytime soon, even if we do start to think about maybe getting a dog or something. Speaking of fun, Stone’s just found out that our former studio stablemate Jason has broken up with his girlfriend after some sort of weird late night arrest, and something about the whole story makes us wonder if we’ve found our next playmate…

Brock Silver was certainly once a very in-demand star, with this steroidy alpha energy about him and of course his repeatedly stated heterosexualiry. However, a combination of moving into his forties but probably more his strict top-only stance had started to lessen his appeal in the age of versatility. Hearing that he had been seen engaging in bareback gay sex off camera - even if still apparently just as a top - had got our interest, and we had hatched a plan. I had done four films with him pre-Covid, including a one-on-one after I had gone versatile myself, so we agreed it would probably be best if I made the first approach even if Brock and I did not know each other that well. From what I’d heard he still spent most of his time at the small gym he managed, so I decided to go there under the guise of being a prospective member, and see what came of it. I was initially shown around by the only staff member who seemed to be on duty, a toned guy in his twenties who I thought I saw checking me out a couple of times (so that was duly noted). We started in the changing rooms, but when we went into the main machine room there was Brock, looking even more muscled and of course smoking his trademark cigarette while he lifted weights (god only knows how he got away with it here). “Greg” he said when he stopped watching himself in the mirror to look at who had just walked in, “long time no see.” “Oh, Brock” I said, feigning surprise. “Wow. How are you man?” “Fucking-A” he said, looking back at himself in the mirror as he flexed. “Cool man” I said. “Fancy a beer after this to catch up?” “Sure” he said, doing one last set of lifts before he put the weights down on the floor. “Let me go get showered and I’ll meet you by the desk.” He made his way out to the changing rooms, after which the toned twink gave me a stuttering tour of the machines and weights before escorting me back to the front. “Let me think about it” I told him. “What time do you finish?” “Er, my shift ends soon, at 5” he said. “But someone else will be here until 10.” “I’ll be back before 5 then” I said, giving him a wink. He nervously coughed before nodding at me. Brock eventually appeared again, and nodded at me as he headed for the door out to the street. I followed him out, walking beside him in silence as he strode to a bar just along the block. He held the door for me and I went inside, and then he followed me in, motioned towards a booth and then went up to the bar. “So how are things?” I asked, as he sat down at the booth a couple of minutes later. “Quiet” he said, a little gruffly. “Oh, how so?” I asked. “Not done a shoot in months” he said, before taking a big gulp of beer. “Oh” I said. “Sorry to hear that.” “Dunno what the problem is” he spat out. “I’m in the best fucking shape of my life.” I hesitated, running my finger round the rim of my glass. “Well, you know, studios these days prefer performers who mix things up a bit” I said. “Have you thought about giving bottoming a try?” “Fuck that” he growled. “I’m straight. I don’t get fucked.” “OK” I said, holding my hand up. “But that might be the problem, I’m just saying.” “Whatever” he mumbled, “but I ain’t getting fucked.” We sat in silence for a moment. “What about you?” he asked, looking away from me. “Heard you’ve gone gay.” “Something like that” I said. “Quarantine made me realise what I was missing the most.” “And you’re with Stone?” he followed up, still looking down towards the end of the room. “Yeah” I said. “He’s great.” He nodded, then looked down at his beer. “Are you with anyone?” I asked. “Not got time for that” he said, which obviously made no sense given he had said things were quiet. “Fair enough” I said. “Fuck, I need a cigarette” he barked, before standing up out of the booth and heading for the door. I slid along the seat and followed him, leaving our beers behind. When I got outside he was lighting up a cigarette, and I took one from the pack he offered when he noticed I’d joined him. We smoked the cigarettes in silence, but after stubbing them out he immediately lit another (which I did not). “So what would I have to do?” he asked, out of the blue. “For what?” I replied. “To start bottoming” he said, glancing around before he did so. “Oh” I said. “Er, well, that depends. With me they wanted the filmed scene to be the actual first time, but that was quite nerve-wracking.” “OK” he said, now fixing me with something of a glare. “Given what a power top you are” I continued, “I reckon you might want to get some practice in first and then be more in control on set.” He nodded, before taking another big draw from his cigarette. “So you’re saying I need to find someone to…” “Yeah” I said, “that might be best.” He seemed to disappear into his thoughts, before he stubbed out the cigarette and went back into the bar. “Let me think about it” he said quietly, once we were both back in the booth. “Take all the time you need” I said, holding back my excitement as I realised that he was maybe interpreting my pep talk as meaning that it was me who should train him to bottom. He looked at me briefly, before lifting his glass and gulping down the rest of the beer. “I need to get back” he said, prompting me to swiftly drink the rest of mine before we stood up out of the booth. We walked back to the gym in silence, arriving on the dot of 5 as the toned twink was walking out the door. Brock went back inside without saying anything, and I turned to the younger man who was holding open the door. “I’m gonna take a couple of days to decide” I said, before smirking at him. “Unless you feel like coming back to my place to give me a free personal training session as a teaser?” “Er, yeah, OK, er, sure” he stammered. “Great” I said, “I could really use a workout.” He let the door go, and I threw my arm over his shoulders and steered him up the street to where my car was. Some hours later we despatched him home in a taxi, fairly sure his now gaping cum-filled hole was going to be converting soon. With that fun out of the way, we got into bed and I gave Stone the full rundown on my chat with Brock, so we could begin talking the next phase of our plans…

“I think Dean might be next” said my boyfriend Stone. “He seems up for it.” “Dean?” I replied. “I thought he was strictly a top.” “So was I, if you remember” said Stone, smirking. “From what I hear, his last girlfriend started pegging him and now he’s a bit more vers.” “I didn’t know they’d got him to bottom” I said. “They haven’t. But Rex told me one of the fluffers had told him that he fucked Dean in a bathroom to get him turned on enough to perform.” I let out a bit hearty laugh, realising that Dean must have become a slave to his ass like I had. “But” continued Stone, “they’ve benched him for a bit because his doctor is making him take a break from prep.” “Oh really” I said, smirking. “He messaged me earlier and sounded pretty pissed” he said. “In that case I bet he’d be up for joining us” I said. “Call him, while I go and buy some cameras.” It turns out that Dean Hardrock (stage name of course) was in fact very up for it, as it was only the next day that he turned up at our house with two bottles of wine and a lot of nervous energy. We plied him with a few drinks while sitting out the back smoking cigarettes, and then got down to business. Stone just bluntly asked him what he was hoping for from the night, and after a lot of mumbling and looking at the floor he eventually admitted he wanted to be spitroasted for the first time and otherwise just used for as long as we had the energy. He never mentioned condoms nor asked us about status, and as far as we were concerned it was common knowledge in the industry that Scorpex was a place for poz stars to shine so he should know what he was getting into. With no issues on that front to work through, we encouraged him into the bedroom, got ourselves naked, and then placed him on all fours on the bed. While Stone moved into position to allow Dean to suck him, I stealthily activated the four hidden cameras I had set up around the room. You could tell Dean was inexperienced in this role thanks to his lacklustre oral efforts, so we quickly moved things along by taking turns rimmimg and fingering his pert, tight ass. Stone then went first, sliding his girthy cock into Dean before pausing to allow the man to get used to it. The fuck was initially slow and gentle, but once I had moved round to let Dean suck on my cock, Stone picked up the pace and really let his expertise as a top shine through. Dean moaned throughout, enabling me to push my cock down his throat and force him to stifle his gag reflex, something he would need to learn if we were to bring him over to Scorpex eventually. Stone has legendary stamina, so I had to frequently pull back from Dean’s gradually relaxing throat to stop myself from coming too soon. I made Dean rim me a bit as he got pounded, and then eventually had to stand back and just watch this straight hunk be fucked like he never had been. His grunts and moans let us know he was loving it. When Stone finally blew his toxic load into Dean he roared out in triumph, sweat pouring off him. Dean too was a sweaty mess, but he got no respite as I slammed into his stretched, cummy hole as soon as Stone had withdrawn. I power fucked him while he did his best to clean off Stone’s cock, and soon added my tainted load to his hole. I then plugged him up before we put on our underwear and went out back for another drink and smoke. For round two we took things into the playroom in our basement, which we had fitted out when Stone had decided he wanted somewhere I could be strapped down to a bench or into a sling for men to come by and use without the hassle of having to go out all the time. We already had cameras all over the room, mostly for Stone to be able to watch proceedings from upstairs, with several angles on the sling as he particularly enjoyed watching me lying back and taking it. On this occasion it was Dean who was put into the sling, with his wrists and ankles secured in place. We unplugged him and then took turns fucking his eager hole, until it got too much for us again and we added the third and fourth loads of infected cum to his innards. This time, however, we did not bring him outside with us for a break, choosing instead to set up the fucking machine with a large dildo. I inserted it into him and put it on a variable speed setting, while Stone fetched the ball gag and got Dean into it while he was still too fucked-out to resist. We then turned off the lights and left him in the dark, heading upstairs to have some more drinks and cigarettes out back before deciding to watch some of Dean’s best porn performances together. It was while we were watching a scene Dean had filmed where he did a round robin on three muscled twink bottoms that I got a message from Frank and Bram (the tatted couple I had started hooking up with during quarantine) to see if Stone and I wanted to get fucked by them that night. This was too good an opportunity to miss, so I invited them over to join us in using Dean which they jumped at of course. I suggested they use the separate entrance that went straight down to the basement, and then we got ourselves set up to watch using the multi-screen installation Stone had put together in one of the bedrooms. It only took a few minutes for Frank and Bram to arrive, and we watched as Dean reacted to the lights going on and two strangers walking in the side door of the basement while we was secured in the sling having his ass reamed out by the machine. He started writhing and attempting to yell around the ball gag, but it was to no avail and within moments Bram had pulled back the machine and then slammed his cock into Dean. All resistance then ceased, as the gorgeous straight porn star gave in to the ecstasy of Bram’s long thick cock. His attempted yells became moans of pleasure, at which point Frank removed the gag, turned Dean’s head to the side and inserted his own dick into the man’s mouth. Stone and I watched in awe as the two men absolutely went to town on Dean, repeatedly swapping positions but otherwise never letting up on the frenetic fucking of the porn star’s ass. We eventually decided we needed to be there in person, so headed down to the basement to join them. Thereafter it became a four-way ganging up on Dean, with us having taken his wrists out of the leather cuffs so he could also use his hands to service our cocks while we waited our turn to be back inside him. In all, he got eight more loads, and I knew that Frank and Bram were pretty potent (indeed, they might have been the ones who pozzed me in the first place) so Dean was probably not long for the neg world. We were all pretty exhausted by the end of it, with Frank and Bram wearily making their exit while we finally got Dean down from the sling after plugging him up. He almost needed our help to remain standing as we took a shower together, and then we brought him to our bed for the night. I lay down in front of him and got his dick into me, and then Stone lay down behind, removed the plug and tossed it on the floor, and inserted himself into the fucked-out probably-not-so-straight-anymore hunk. We then all drifted off to sleep in a happy, contented chain. Dean seemed to be in no rush to leave the following morning, and eventually we spent the day at our place talking, swimming in the pool, napping, and of course fucking. Stone and I were a bit more versatile, enjoying a hard fuck each from the experienced top while of course also adding several more loads to his hole, which we otherwise kept plugged up. Even by the evening he didn’t seem to be wanting to leave, so after a few drinks we strapped him down on the fuck bench in the playroom, put in the ball gag again along with a blindfold over his eyes, and then invited a whole series of fuckbuddies of ours to come over and have at it. Stone and I were both quite tired, so we mostly conserved our energy by relaxing for a few hours in front of the multi-screens watching the proceedings, before concluding the night by going down and adding our final loads of the day. Once again, after a three-way shower Dean spent the night sleeping in the middle of a Greg and Stone sandwich. He did eventually leave the next morning after we’d both fucked him a final time, but three days later he was back. We had some more fun, before inviting Frank and Bram to come by and take Dean away with them. He was very nervous about this, but sufficiently drunk and horny that he agreed to go with them back to their place so Stone and I could get sufficient rest to prepare for a shoot we had coming up together out in the desert. Four days later we got back home after a successful couple of days in Nevada. This one had actually been a big deal as Stone had bottomed on camera for the first time in an orgy scene we shot on some boulders in the desert, with me only notionally topping for a bit before being taken by a whole army of men (albeit often in the background as they focused the filming on Stone’s “deflowering”). Anyway, when we got back we soon had a message from Bram saying that they were heading off to Palm Springs for a few days so would be bringing Dean back to us, which floored us both as we had just assumed they would have had their fun for a night before he went home. Evidently he had voluntarily stayed as their live-in cumdump, and had been shared with even more of their network of contacts during that time. This meant he had been taking high viral loads for several days, so PEP was no longer an option for him if he suddenly freaked out and tried to undo things. Dean was an unkempt mess when he was dropped off, so rather than picking up where we left off we instead got him showered, shaved, and dressed in some of my clothes. We then left him in peace by the pool, but kept an eye on him as he gradually seemed to start to deal with things. Later in the day I joined him outside, sitting on a lounger next to him for a while until he eventually spoke up and started asking me questions about my own experiences. “Have I been pozzed?” he asked, a bit out of the blue given we had been mostly talking about sexual identity. “Yes” I said, deciding honesty was probably a good policy at this point. “Are you sure?” “No, you can’t be until you’ve been tested, but I think you probably will be converting soon.” He sat in silence staring at the pool for a while. “Are you poz?” he asked. “Yes” I replied, “and so is Stone.” He nodded, not looking away from the pool. “We’re not on meds either, and neither are most of the men who fucked you” I stated, readying myself for an angry or even violent reaction. However, he remained calm and still, just staring at the pool. “I know” he eventually said. “I already knew.” “You did?” I asked. He nodded, but didn’t say anything else immediately. “I don’t know why I did it” he said after a while. “You were horny” I offered. “No” he said. “I mean, yes, but I could have done something else about that. I chose to come here.” I decided to just remain silent, instead lighting a cigarette and offering him one which he accepted. We then sat and smoked in silence. “Can you fuck me again?” he asked, after stubbing out his cigarette, swivelling round on the lounger and facing me. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I can’t think about this shit anymore.” “Well OK” I replied, giving him a warm smile. Dean ended up staying with us for a few days, getting used to a new life he was carving out for himself by being fucked repeatedly, while also spending some time talking to us, reading things on the net or just sitting by the pool thinking about what was to come. We decided to let on about the cameras, and he actually got quite into working with the footage to pull together a well edited record of his days-long likely pozzing. He did eventually go home, but we kept an eye on him and were therefore able to be on hand when the conversion started. We brought him back to ours in a delirious state and took care of him, and once he started to come out the other side we did a quick home test before - and with his blessing - starting to invite others over to fuck or be fucked by him. When he was fully recovered we took him to a clinic for a proper test, and then began the process of getting him signed to Scorpex with us as ‘sponsors’ of sorts. Releasing the homemade footage onto the net helped with that for sure, such was the public reaction (a mix of celebration and dismay). Where the studio wanted me to maintain the versatility I had shown in my last place, and they have only just started to get Stone bottoming on camera, with Dean they cast him as 100% submissive from the moment he transferred over. It’s actually amusing to re-watch films from the first stage of his career, as it’s hard to correlate that the needy, greedy bottom we now know is the same man. He’s never really talked to us about how he feels about us deliberately pozzing him, and actually we don’t see him that much anymore as he seems to always be out on the hunt for cock. However, he did get in touch recently to let us know that he’d seen another of our gay-for-pay former studio stablemates breeding a guy in a club, suggesting that this hunk might be open to a bit of play off-camera. Suffice it to say that Stone and I have started making plans…

“Have you thought about doing gay porn?” If you’re an aspiring actor in Los Angeles, this is not want you want to hear from your agent. Granted, she had made it clear that she believed there was a natural limit to my talent, and I was going to need to rely on my charm, looks and physique to get anywhere. Clearly this wasn’t working, and I was getting desperate as I toiled away in gym and bar jobs that did not interest me at all, while either getting no auditions or receiving not-so-complimentary feedback from the ones I did attend. I think my agent had given me the suggestion for an alternative career goal so that I could still have some potential for a form of stardom, which I suppose is what I was actually seeking rather than being motivated by a love for the craft of acting (and god knows going into music wasn’t an option for someone so tone-deaf). My counter suggestion that perhaps straight porn might work better for me fell on deaf ears, as when I did eventually relent and agree it was indeed an all-male shoot that I turned up to. By that point I had selected the stage name of Greg Burnside. In my first scene I just received oral, but for my second I was expected to fuck a guy. Evidently my performance down well, as thereafter I became increasingly in demand as a top. I’ve got to say that I did actually get into it, finding that there was something that did it for me despite not having been aware of any interest in men before. Signing an exclusive contract with a new studio started the next phase of my career in the industry. While initially still just topping, I was now also doing the occasional scene where my rear end would receive some attention, including rimming and light fingering, and I started to suck dicks and rim butts myself in some scenes. I’ve got to admit, this all stirred some real curiosity in me about the whole of the gay sex experience, and when I was offered a wad of cash to lose my anal virginity in a scene that would be heavily marketed as a special event given the star I had become, I eventually agreed. The studio I was with had pivoted mostly into bareback, but all of us performers received supplies of prep and regular health checks, so once I had agreed to get fucked it didn’t take much effort from the studio to extend that to me being taken raw. I was allowed to select another top to do the deed, and a couple of weeks later I was to be found in a rented luxury villa getting railed for the first time. It was such a revelation for me that they eventually shot a second scene the same day with another of the studio’s tops who was able to be drafted in at short notice. Thereafter I assumed a versatile role for the studio, while still making sure that any interviews or promotional materials made it clear that I am straight. The studio was fully on board with this, seeing the extra appeal this seemed to generate amongst audiences, and they soon started doing joint productions with their hetero studio subsidiary on bisexual films where I would fuck women and get fucked by men, often at the same time time. Late in 2019 I was approached by the studio execs again with another wad of cash to do my first gangbang. I mean, I had been involved in one before as a top, plus several orgy scenes once I had gone versatile, but this time they were proposing that I would be the sole bottom in a scene where I would be fucked and bred by at least five other guys. It was proposed that it would be set in a locker room, with me cast as a cocky quarterback being taken down a peg by my teammates. I made a bit of a show of needing to be convinced, but in truth I had sprung the biggest hard-on of my life when I had first read the email about it, and I knew my answer was going to be yes. Filming the scene was epic, as they had managed to increase the budget and assemble ten tops from their stable. Two of them were fellow gay-for-pay stars that were friends of mine, and over the week leading up to the filming they had come over regularly to get me ‘warmed up’. Prior to that I had never had sex with men off-camera, but once again I found myself enjoying the exploration of a side of me I had not known I had. Anyway, on the actual day of the shoot, all ten men fucked me in various positions around the locker room, with three of them coming inside me while the others blew on my hole before pushing back in. While being pounded I sucked dicks, rimmed buttholes, and generally got well and truly used. I was a fucked-out mess by the end of it, but strangely satisfied in a way I don’t think I ever had been. Everyone on set seemed to be excited by what had been achieved, and when it was released in early 2020 it was a massive instant success. My star had truly risen, and I was making quite an income that allowed me to buy a nice house, an expensive car, designer clothes, and a couple of huge chains that I had always wanted. My career choice had, however, always made it quite difficult to sustain relationships with women, and when the pandemic hit I was firmly single. With my normal work no longer an option while we all got stuck in quarantine, OnlyFans and the studio’s own website provided me a route to keep making some income through live streams and other self-made solo videos. Those where I used my toy collection on myself proved to be particularly lucrative, and over the weeks stuck indoors I took delivery of several increasingly big dildos to use. However, behind the scenes I was losing my mind. Being mostly single it wasn’t the solitude causing the problem as I was used to being alone at home for extended periods, and masturbation was doing the job for the most part on one front in keeping myself sexually satisfied. No, my issue was that I needed cock. Real cock. On video - but far more in private - I was trying to satisfy an increasingly unbearable itch with the dildos and vibrators, but it wasn’t really working. I was, I now had to admit to myself, missing the bareback breedings I had got used to receiving, and in particular had that nagging feeling that I needed to be properly used like I had been in the last scene I’d filmed before Covid. Eventually it got too much, and one night after a few too many drinks and a good hour of riding my biggest dildo, I threw on some shorts, got on my bike and cycled along the deserted valley roads to the start of the nature trail. I had walked and run it by day many times, but it was the nighttime activity it was infamous for that I was now seeking. I walked for quite some time without seeing evidence of any activity, but once I got to the toilet block I found a couple of guys just standing around. I stood near them and lit up a cigarette, totally unsure of what was supposed to happen, but when nothing had changed once the cigarette had finished I decided to check things out inside. There was some very dim light in the block, and two men standing at the urinals who didn’t appear to be actually pissing. They both looked at me as I entered and nodded, and then watched me make my way into one of the stalls. I had not been into these toilets before, but was not surprised to see large glory holes in each side wall. I had come here for one thing and thought I may as well make that clear, so I shucked down my shorts, pressed my ass against one of the holes, and waited. I heard the men outside shuffling around, and soon saw one of them was looking through the hole closest to my head. Then his eye was gone, and a moment later a cock came through. At the same time I felt a finger graze over my hole, meaning I had got the attention of the other guy. I reached out and gently grasped the cock in front of me, stretching my torso out to be able to get the tip of it into my mouth so that I maintained his interest, even though the width of the stall prevented me from being able to properly swallow it as I expected he wanted. The guy behind me clearly realised I was already loosened from my earlier dildo ride, so the fingering was brief before he started sliding his dick into me. I moaned in ecstasy around the tip of the cock in my mouth, loving the feeling of a real man sliding balls deep inside me. He wasted no time in getting into a rhythm, and I revelled in the feeling of finally being fucked again while ignoring the “but you’re straight” voices inside my head. All too soon the man behind me began to pant and speed up, and then I felt him slam in a final time and unload in me. The guy in front of me pulled out and left his stall at that point, and I didn’t have to wait long before shuffling behind me resulted in the second cock of the night sliding up my hole. His was thinner but longer, so I moaned and panted as his frenetic fucking style probed me nice and deep. He didn’t last long though, before adding his own load. He withdrew and appeared to leave the block, but I decided to stay where I was in the hope of more, the cum dripping out of my hole onto the floor between my feet. My patience was rewarded when two other men came into the block, who I guessed were probably the ones who had been loitering outside. Once again, a cock was slid into me while another came through the hole in front of me, and this one in particular got my intention as it was girthy, even longer than the other one I had managed to suck on a bit, and had a huge PA in it. I got so excited thinking about what it was going to feel like that I really went to town with my ass muscles to get my third fucker of the night to blow in me, which he did fairly soon after he first started pounding into me. The fourth cock was just incredible, stretching me out while going deeper than any of the others. The piercing rubbing my internal walls kind of hurt but also felt incredible, and I know for a fact I was loudly moaning and groaning the place down in appreciation. Fortunately the guy in me also had stamina, and this fuck was nice and long. When he did eventually breed me, there were more cocks ready to take over, either new men who had maybe been drawn in by the noise or the earlier fuckers getting a second wind. Either way, I was taken three more times with minimal gaps before there seemed to be no others on hand. I could have gone on for hours more, but I also felt satisfied at last after weeks of not getting what I apparently now needed. The thing was, the onset of the pandemic had also resulted in an interruption in the supply of pills from the studio, something that had not crossed my mind that night or, if it had, I was also doing a good job of burying those voices too in my eagerness to get fucked. That meant that, when all these men blew in me, I was completely vulnerable to the whatever they might be carrying. When I came back to the trail the next night and got fucked by three men in a clearing, I was at their mercy. When I drove to a rest stop on the interstate the night after that and got used for three hours by various passing men, I was defenceless. This risk seemed to be inconsequential though. Spending all day thinking up something to do on camera, filming and editing it, posting the video and monitoring the comments, and otherwise working out my body and regularly riding dildos, was basically making me a needy horny mess every night. Now that I had found a solution, I just could not stop myself from heading out under the cover of darkness to find other men who were ignoring the quarantine rules and getting together in secret. The trail was my most regular haunt, the truck stop a close second, but I also made a couple of visits to a house where a tattooed chubby couple in their fifties that I’d linked up with online saw to my needs and also introduced me to getting double-fucked. They knew full well who I was, and really got off on reaming me out and filling me with their loads. Three weeks after my first trip to the trail, and after yet another night on my hands and knees in the dirt, I woke up feeling like death. That went on for a few days, but as all the Covid tests I took came up negative I concluded that I had just caught the flu during my encounters. Once I was fully better, my sex drive appeared to have gone even more into overdrive, and I resumed my nightly quests for cock. It was like an addiction, and god knows there were plenty of ‘dealers’ out there. A few weeks later we were able to resume making proper porn with some restrictions, and so the studio duly got us all booked in for health checks while starting up our prep supply again. Despite my recent antics, I was actually floored and devastated by the doctor informing me I had tested positive for HIV, and it was only once I had retreated into my house and my thoughts that I finally began to clearly see who I had become and what I had been doing. I was the very definition of a cumdump, accepting any and every load without question or protection, so of course I was going to get infected. It then became more of a shock to me that it was only HIV that I had picked up. Carrying on my career as it had been before Covid was no longer an option, but behind the murky scenes of the industry my studio had actually invested in another that catered to the growing demand for less mainstream content. I was going to have to deal with making less money, but there was a home for me there if I wanted it. So here I now am, the toast of Scorpex studios after having brought a sizeable fanbase with me that has swelled the number of subscribers on the website. They mostly want me versatile, so aside from a particular series of scenes we’ve been shooting, it’s only outside of the set that my true nature as an eager, insatiable bottom gets to shine. I’ve even somehow got myself a boyfriend of sorts, in the form of one of my fellow ‘straight’ porn stars from the last studio who also had a tough time maintaining his heterosexuality during the pandemic. The amount of time he spends buried in my cum-filled hole has done the job of also bringing him into the Scorpex stable, unless of course it was one of the many occasions when he bends over next to me in a toilet block or sex club (and he was a strict top-only before the pandemic). As much as I am fine with the versatility on set, my passion project has been that other series of scenes. This is a set of long single-scene shoots that I have co-directed, all being released onto the Scorpex website under the Ganging Greg title in several volumes. Each one has been a large nonstop gangbang, with a different theme in terms of both setting and the type of tops. The most recent volume has caused something of a stir, as I took inspiration from my favourite story on Breeding Zone by shooting it in a filthy sauna complex. The tops were all older men who were obviously poz, that obviousness either being because of their tattoos or the general wasted states of their bodies, and I was used by all of them as I roamed around the various rooms and corridors. Despite working with Scorpex now, I have never actually disclosed my status publicly nor got an associated tattoo, so the latest film has ignited a lot of chatter online that I have found greatly amusing. What’s next? Well, at some point I guess I’ll finally end the chatter and get my other arm tatted with something suitable. My boyfriend has suggested we do some sort of video where we appear to both eagerly seek a pozzing side by side, which would probably have to be released as some sort of ‘hidden camera’ sex tape. That does sound like fun, though I do wonder about so overtly lying given the high viral loads we both already have. I’m thinking it might actually be more fun to see if we can find one of our former studio stablemates to induct into Scorpex for real. What do you think?

Caleb, Jacob and Eli One of the world’s most successful art dealers, Caleb now splits his time between homes in London and Antibes, though is often traversing the globe buying and selling paintings and sculptures. He married young to appease his parents while he struggled with his sexuality, and that union produced a son and a daughter, and then some years later two more boys in quick succession, namely Jacob and Eli. However, his increasing exploration of other opportunities eventually resulted in his gifting, which catalysed a divorce when the boys were 15 and 16. Although Caleb suspected his youngest sons might be gay, this was confirmed for him when they were 19 and 20 and he found them being used as the main entertainment at a club in Soho. His status had been an object of fascination and envy for the boys, and that night also proved to be the moment they joined him. Having heard about the Foundation from a client, Caleb joined up and brought his sons in once they were ready. Jacob and Eli live in Caleb’s London home, and actively mentor junior members of the Foundation alongside their jobs as trainers at the exclusive Mayfair gym and spa their father invested in. Both proud bottoms, the young men have overcome their father’s misgivings and now help him to ‘seal the deal’ on many a transaction through the extra entertainment they provide his clients. Caleb, meanwhile, is in an open relationship with his partner Pierre, and devotes as much time as his life allows to being a role model for his youngest sons and a supportive father to his other two children. Well, there we are. You have to admit, Jacob and Eli are quite a pair, and I can see why they are so popular on the scene and with my clients. It took a lot of convincing me that they could play a role in my business, and I remain very selective about which clients I am willing to introduce them to despite their assurances that they are happy and able to take anything that is thrown at them. I suppose, given how I found out about them, that should not surprise me. The boys, it turned out, had been following me to see where I went for fun, and then had gone to the same places when I was away to experience for themselves the scene I was into. However, on that fateful day I had made the decision to come back early from Madrid having secured a deal more quickly than I expected, and had headed straight out to my favourite club to celebrate. It was pumping, and I was looking forward to getting down to business. However, as always I did a quick explore to see what was on offer around all the different spaces, and it was in the largest of the playrooms that I had the wind taken out of me. Down on all fours on a mat was Jacob, and lying on his back in a sling was Eli. Both were being spit roasted, with a line of men waiting to take a turn at one of their holes. Biohazard symbols and scorpions adorned many of the men, and I knew there was no chance that any of them were using condoms. I watched the scene in stunned silence for a very long time, my paternal instincts to grab the boys and get them out of there being countered by the obvious eagerness with which they were taking on each and every new man. I clung on to some small hope that my sons were sensible enough to be using PrEP, but then again I hadn’t been and a small part of me just knew that they were probably following in my footsteps with some sort of deliberate intent. Eventually I could take no more, and forced myself out of the room and indeed the whole club. The entrance was in an alley, which I walked up a bit and then stood to smoke countless cigarettes while I tried to process what I had witnessed. It was there that I watched as my sons emerged from the club, wearing just jocks, tank tops and boots, and lit up their own cigarettes while presumably on a break from their gangbang. My sons, the apples of my eye, were a pair of cumdumps who it appeared had also picked up another of my bad habits. I took a deep breath, and then walked back down the alley towards them. As I came into the light from the lamp outside the club entrance they saw me, and the most awkward moment of my entire parenthood began. Eventually they agreed to get the rest of their stuff and come home with me, and that night none of us slept as we talked and argued our way to dawn. However, they eventually wore me down, and I accepted that I had to support them on their journey as they were going down this path with or without me. These days my relationship with my youngest sons is something I cherish, and the freedom we all feel in sharing far more details of our lives with each other than most parents and children would is truly liberating. I am very much more of a typical divorced dad in how I interact with my older son, daughter and their families, so having something far closer with Jacob and Eli is very special to me. The boys are basically insatiable, and I suspect days when they don’t take at least one load each are rare. They assure me they don’t actually do anything with each other, besides quite regularly bending over together to take on one or more tops. They have proved to be very useful in helping me clinch several important deals, and are always happy to entertain my clients to keep them sweet even when there isn’t a piece of art involved. Despite their focus on getting gifted themselves, they are not particularly fussed about sharing with others and thus keep themselves healthy, something that does give me some reassurance despite how regularly I bring other men over to the cause while on my travels. My life with Pierre is fantastic, particularly now that we have largely set up home on the Riviera, albeit with regular trips to London. My work keeps me busy and I have to travel regularly, and we have each other’s blessing to play when I’m away, in my case usually involving explorations of the underground scene wherever I may be. However, when we’re together we are surprisingly vanilla, and I can see that at some point I’m going to want to slow down and settle into that world a bit more. Until then I am happy to continue spreading the reach and influence of the Foundation!

This is something a little different, which has largely been created through playing around on AI and finding it has a tendency towards making people in the same generated picture look like they are twins (or at least closely related). Many a bored hour in an airport lounge has resulted in this collection, with a notional set of characters and a 'story' now built around it. - - - - - With the delay to my flight up from the Riviera, I concluded it made sense to just come straight from Heathrow to Cadeau House, rather than swinging by the flat to pick up Jacob and Eli. While they make their way over to Mayfair in a cab, I have had time to check out the renovations on my own. Having taken in the glorious restoration of the grand entrance hall, I was most intrigued to check out the gallery now that all the pictures taken on the shoot last year were apparently up. Man, that had been a fun couple of days, particularly the after-party down in the cellars. In reality only a small selection of the membership had been both willing and able to come to London when Harris had been available to take all the shots, but it was still a good turnout. The gallery has been tastefully done, making use of the former kitchen with its bare white walls. Subtle lighting akin to what you might see in an upscale modern art institution, combined with the dark stone floor that had been installed, gives the room a relaxed feel, inviting you to spend time looking at the portraits and reading the story behind each one: Harris Penslade (self portrait) Photographer to the rich and famous, Harris is as at home shooting covers for fashion magazines as he is capturing for posterity the goings-on in seedy underground clubs. He has been a member of the Foundation for several years, and has now delivered on his goal of documenting the sheer diversity of the organisation’s members. Born into wealth in Gloucestershire, Harris has described himself as “the rainbow sheep” of his family, a nod to both his sexuality as well as the challenging relationship he has with his parents and siblings. In this shot he shows how proud he is of who he is and what he is about, sticking the proverbial middle finger up at the conservative world he left behind at 18 when he moved to London. Harris is a good friend of mine, and it was such a joy to be able to watch him do what he does best when we had the shoot. He had taken this one of himself in the early hours of the morning before anyone else was due, slipping the print in as a surprise when he delivered everything back to the Foundation a few weeks later. Stanislav and Sergey Born in Moscow, Stan and Sergey continue to honour the memory of their late father Aleksandr, a founding member of the Foundation. Having fled Russia when their father was first arrested on spurious charges, the brothers settled in Prague where they now actively manage the Foundation’s work across Central and Eastern Europe. The boys regularly host galas in their adopted home city, as well as Munich, Vienna, Budapest, and of course the legendary summer festival at their villa outside Dubrovnik. Stanislav is eagerly versatile, while Sergey is a generous and welcoming power bottom. Though both were personally inducted to the Foundation by their father when they turned 18, they are known for their strict boundaries with each other when it comes to the bedroom. Only a select few of the Elite members have ever played with them both simultaneously. Not a day goes by when I don’t miss Aleksandr. He was such a kind hearted man, the life and soul of any gathering, and not at all in line with the image many have of wealthy Russian businessmen. I am still so angry at what happened to him, and pray for the day Putin gets what’s coming to him. Aleks was so proud of his boys, and rightly so. I must make sure I get to Dubrovnik this year. Rico and Zsa Zsa La Scorpio Timothy’s father left when he was a young boy, and eventually his mother had another son, Rico, by a visiting Brazilian who was soon also gone. Growing up in tough conditions in Philadelphia, the boys outwardly could not have been more different from each other. However, they had each other’s backs, fending off whatever came their way through Timothy’s cutting wit and Rico’s developing brawn. When their mother met a new man and decided to move with him to Atlantic City, the boys decided to go out on their own and both relocated to San Francisco. Timothy had not long been in the city when he was gifted, and in time he embraced his status and began to develop his drag alter-ego that honoured his idol as well as who he now was. Quickly becoming a hit on the bathhouse circuit, his success began to fascinate his younger brother who, it turned out, was increasingly wanting to explore his own repressed but burgeoning bisexuality. The first night he attended one of his brother’s shows also became Rico’s first experience with other men. Less than a month later he was himself gifted. Rico has now become a central part of Zsa Zsa’s show, providing striptease interludes to entertain the audience during costume changes, before rounding out the night ‘performing’ on stage with the winner of the night’s prize draw. Having embraced that side of himself while largely leaving relations with women behind, his versatility and nearly limitless stamina has helped to make Zsa Zsa’s club nights one of the hottest tickets in town. As members of the Foundation, the brothers regularly host special gala nights to support the organisation and expand its reach on the West Coast. Whenever I am in San Fran I make sure I go and see Zsa Zsa’s show at least once. She is wickedly intelligent, and works over her base material regularly to keep things fresh. Off stage, Timothy is now in a long term relationship with a lovely guy, but for some reason doesn’t make that very well known outside of a small circle - maybe it’s to retain the aura of Zsa Zsa or something. As for Rico, the man is sweet but also an absolute sex machine, who can seemingly give and take it without stopping until it’s everyone else that is worn out! I’ve had my fair share of sessions with him in the club’s darkrooms, and have been left with shaking legs whichever way round we’ve done it. Jacob and Eli won the prize draw the one time they came with me to the West Coast, and I have to say, it was quite something to watch the three of them going at it in front of the whole audience, particularly when they were the bread and the far taller and more muscular Rico as the sandwich filling! Grant, Corbin and Cade Hailing from Minnesota, Grant and his twin sons Corbin and Cade are the newest members of the Foundation. Grant is a long time friend of founding member Rory, and when he realised his sons had inherited his interest in men, he applied to join with his friend as sponsor. Grant and his ex-wife have been divorced since the boys were young, and he gained full custody when she moved abroad with her new husband. He has lived as a gay man for the last 10 years, and sought out his own gifting 5 years ago. Grant is a passive bottom, now well known on the circuit in the Twin Cities. This photo was taken just a day after the family arrived in London for the first time, with Cade and Corbin being inducted by several members over the course of the next few days before the family were invited to the Sanctuary in Jersey so the boys could be cared for while they converted. They all continue to live in Minnesota, and Grant has reported back on his joy and unending pride at being able to introduce his sons on the scene there. Cade has followed in his father’s footsteps as strictly a bottom, but Corbin has discovered his versatility and is now starting to gift others. They are a nice family. I will never forget how proud Grant looked as his sons took everything the rest of us threw at them during that week. Princes Omar, Nasir and Zain bin Abbas Al Saud Splitting their time between Geneva, London and New York, founding member Prince Omar and his sons Nasir and Zain are known for embracing their Arab identities while also openly living in a way that means they can never return to their homeland. Omar has made no secret of having personally gifted his sons, nor that he exploits their talents to serve the needs of his many corporate clients, Nasir primarily as a top and Zain as a bottom. The men use their extensive network to run the Foundation’s discreet activities on the Arabian peninsula, while also managing boutique hotels and luxury apartments across Europe and North America to cater specially for visitors from the Middle East. Prince Omar helped to establish the Foundation’s headquarters in London by bequeathing the organisation one of his many mansions, and continues to be one of its main financial supporters as well as its most successful fundraiser. Omar is a stern man, who knows what he wants and how to get it. However, you cannot deny the extent to which the Foundation is what it is today thanks to him. His sons are rarely around, usually off doing his bidding somewhere, but Jacob and Eli are friendly with them and have regaled me with stories of how wild they get on free nights out in the clubs and saunas of London. Kris, Bryce and Dane Bryce and Dane are half-brothers, who were adopted by Kris and his partner Clark when they were 5 and 6 years old respectively. Unfortunately Clark lost a long battle with cancer several years ago, but Kris has succeeded in raising two fine young men on his own since then at their home in Atlanta. The boys came out to their father together when they were 16 and 17, and two years later they sat him down again to let him know they had both been gifted after celebrating Bryce’s birthday in a very special way. In a most unusual turn of events for Foundation members, it was the boys who then gifted their father, after convincing him they wanted that dynamic in their family. Kris eventually met some Foundation members while on a vacation in Fort Lauderdale, and the whole family was welcomed in soon after. They all continue to reside in Atlanta, maintaining versatile relations with each other while actively engaging on the scene across the southeast United States. I am extremely fond of Kris, and I think most in the Foundation would pinpoint him as the one we most admire and respect. You can tell he has never got over the loss of Clark, but has found some salvation in the way things have evolved with the boys. Despite the newer elements in their relationship, his paternal feelings towards Bryce and Dane know no bounds, and he will always end up checking on them, even if they have just rigorously spit-roasted another guy who is perhaps now more in need of care and attention than they are (as I know all too well). Jozef, Tomáš and Karol At the age of 20, fraternal twin brothers Tomáš and Karol left Bratislava to travel to Prague, where they planned to meet up with their great-uncle Jozef despite his estrangement from the family. The boys were intent on joining their uncle’s porn studio as performers, something that Jozef has said he found deeply amusing given the way his sister had severed ties when she found out about his line of work. Given their stunning looks and apparent skills, they were quickly signed up and put to work. The boys’ first film, in which they played a farmer’s sons who get used by a whole parade of hired farmhands, was a storming success that left the studio with a lot of demand for a follow-up. In their second film they played a pair of cadets who are once again the centre of attention at a barracks. In their third highly controversial film, they play long-lost twins who, through a whole series of solo encounters with other men, eventually find one another and proceed to ‘bond’. They have since gone on to build very successful careers as versatile bottoms working for several studios, regularly appearing together as well as making some films on their own. Off screen they are intimate with one another, but also enjoy partying and playing with others around Prague. Jozef had been gifted in his thirties, and had ensured that his nephews were supplied with what they needed to stay healthy. However, with their nagging uncle away on a vacation with his partner and both boys wanting to party hard, the regimen faltered and they soon converted. Their status is kept under wraps in the industry, but privately the boys revel in this side of themselves, enough so that Jozef reached out to the Foundation to help them meet other like-minded men without risking their careers. They have since become popular members, and the boys have indicated that they are planning to soon reveal their status so they can start making films that better reflect the sort of fun they actually like to have. It certainly came as a surprise when Jozef and the boys became members, given what a fan I already was of their work. The boys are certainly experts in their field, and my two will always make sure they’re free for some double-twin fun when they’re in the same city. Jozef and his partner Goran are very welcoming hosts in Prague, but actually rarely travel and aren’t so involved with the Foundation, having really sought it out for the boys’ benefit. Harry, Lance and Jason Members of both the Foundation as well as the Scorpion Sting biker club, Harry and his two sons are based in Palm Springs but travel regularly around the United States, Canada and Mexico through their jobs as truckers. Harry had been gifted during one of the many encounters at truck stops while the boys were still young, subsequently splitting from their mother so he could pursue his new life without worry. The boys came to live with him as teenagers after their mother was incarcerated, and regularly joined him on jobs when school allowed. They quit education as soon as they could to follow him out onto the road, picking up his passion for motorcycles, trucks and the freedom that both seemed to bring. Both young men also followed their father into the world of truck stops, albeit without any of them knowing about each other. Lance and Jason eventually ran into each other at some park toilets in Palm Springs, and just weeks later Harry overheard them talking to each other about their encounters, thus bringing everything out into the open. By that point Jason had already been gifted, and Lance chose to actively pursue it himself so the bond between the three could be complete. The men share a house in Palm Springs, although there is often only one or two of them there at any time. However, when they are together they enjoy sharing other men with each other, particularly at their biker club meets around the country for which they will always try to make time. The photo shoot was actually the first time I had met all three of them together, but as Palm Springs is somewhere I like to end up every now and then, I do know each of them quite well. They are all so gloriously versatile that a fun time is always to be had, particularly if they fancy introducing you to a biker friend or two. I had one particularly memorable night there once where I joined in at the small local clubhouse in the ‘initiation’ of a pair of Mormon missionaries who had been a little too visibly interested when they’d knocked on Harry’s door. They certainly got religion that night! Alain and Jules Growing up in a rural French village, these first cousins found plenty of ways to entertain themselves in the many abandoned barns and outhouses nearby. Having moved as a couple to Paris, they were founding members of the Foundation as they looked for a place they could be honest about their familial connection. They manage the Foundation’s work across the Francophone areas of Europe, and are known for their multi-day parties that generally see Alain being pounded in a sling for hours at a time while Jules works to spread their gift to as many bottoms as he can find. In their personal relationship they are more versatile, with Alain having revealed that Jules is the only man he has ever topped. Alain is a legend in our world, being able to take it like no-one else can. Jules is, in turn, an absolute beast in the bedroom, and I doubt anyone negative who gets naked with him around stays that way for long. What I find funny though is that they are a pair of absolutely softies the rest of the time, so deeply in love with each other and not ashamed to show it. Nothing beats a big bear cuddle from one of them when you’re feeling low. Bram, Lucas and Noah Most grandfathers would react a certain way if they found their daughter’s twin sons being used in a public toilet together, but Bram is a very special man. Taking the boys under his wing and offering them a sanctuary from their rural Dutch life in the bright lights of Amsterdam, he soon reached out to the Foundation to really let them soar. At the time of this photo being taken, Bram and the boys have been members for a little over a year. Bram had sought the company of men after the death of his beloved wife, and soon found a side to himself that has been both exhilarating and liberating. He gives as good as he takes, and since receiving the gift at some point during his explorations of Amsterdam’s many exciting venues, he has been generous in sharing it with others. Meanwhile, despite their angelic faces, the boys are both demanding and seemingly insatiable bottoms who are already well known in Amsterdam. They had been gifted before they joined the Foundation, and in many respects are the gold standard for what a Foundation Junior should be. I like Bram a lot. He’s a kind hearted soul who manages to find just the right balance between looking out for his grandsons and letting them be free. The boys are generally quite quiet in gatherings, but I have come to realise that shyness is not really behind it but rather a fixation on finding their next cock. Derek, Barry and Dimitri Derek and Barry met Dimi the night he broke into their house in Melbourne. Aged 15 and looking for things he could sell to buy more drugs, he had unknowingly found a route to halt his spiral of desperation and addiction. Cornered and trapped by the owners of the flashy villa, he would have expected to find himself in juvenile detention shortly after. However, the men recognised something in him from their own brushes with teenage delinquency, and instead reached out a proverbial hand to the boy to prevent him falling any further. By aged 16 he had been formally fostered by the men, and put back on track through the security and support he was offered at his new home and the counselling and treatment he began attending. A dirty needle had already seen to his status, and in Barry and Derek young Dimi found support and acceptance for this too, both men having picked up the gift during the more hedonistic years of their twenties. As Dimi grew into a handsome, confident and self-assured young man, they helped him face up to his burgeoning homosexuality, and guided him as he learned to enjoy sharing himself with others. In time, and with the urging of founding member Kunal after a chance meeting in Bali, the three joined the Foundation and became central to its ever expanding presence in the Asia-Pacific region. Dimi is an avid singer and musician, and had become well known in the underground scene in Australia. This photo was taken three weeks before the release of the movie Red Stone City, which included Dimi’s five year old song Hazardous during a pivotal scene. The song has since become a viral hit, and Dimi’s star is on the rise as a proudly poz hunk. I am so excited for Dimi, though I know Barry and Derek are concerned that his growing fame might also bring out his old demons again. I know they’ll have his back, and they hopefully know that we have theirs in turn. It does make me a little sad to think that Dimi’s truly incredible rear end might be out of bounds a bit from now on, but I’m sure he will find some time for the Foundation even if his career does go into the stratosphere. Akarin, Dusit and Jakkapan The first beneficiaries of the Foundation Outreach Programme, these Thai brothers originally hailed from a rural village but had left to try to find some freedom to be themselves. They were discovered working in an alternative bar in Chiang Rai, where they were topping up their meagre incomes through sex work. By that point all three had been gifted, and through the FOP they were able to access proper support and healthcare. They were offered the opportunity to relocate to Bangkok to help establish the Foundation’s new base there, and they now manage a support centre, lodgings and leisure facilities for other members of the FOP in the region. Younger brothers Dusit and Jakkapan work at the centre full time, but take time out to enjoy the lively scene in the Thai capital. Akarin has taken on a less hands-on coordination role at the centre, giving him time to serve as a Global Ambassador for the Foundation. He has a particular focus on expanding the reach of the FOP in Southeast Asia, currently focusing on the Philippines and Indonesia. I had not met the younger brothers before the shoot, and they were already off back to Bangkok that night as they did not feel comfortable leaving the centre without one of them around for too long. Akarin, however, is someone I get to see quite often through his additional role with the Foundation. If you look at him and think “aggressive top”, you’d be right! Although his past life required him to be more versatile, and on one occasion he reciprocated during a night we shared in a hotel in Manila, you can basically expect to be pounded into next week if you have a session with him. Richard, Justin and Marc Justin is known for his hard partying, and it was on the scene in his home town of Toronto that he got gifted in his early twenties, and subsequently met Marc too. Sharing similar interests and outlooks, the young men were a good fit for one another and have been together for several years, albeit both having the other’s blessing to play away from home. Justin’s father Richard had struggled with his sexuality his whole life, but seeing the freedom and self-acceptance his youngest son exhibited catalysed a change in the older man’s attitude towards himself. Eventually deciding to be honest with himself and those around him, he ended his marriage and attempted to build a new life as a gay man. He sought understanding and support from Justin, but also a guiding hand as he nervously entered a world he knew little about. Richard has admitted to having become fascinated by Justin and Marc’s acceptance and pride of their status, a fascination that in time turned to a feeling if need that eventually started him off on another journey of self-discovery. When the time came for his gifting, it was fully intentional and with a man of his own choosing. When the deed was done, and with his son’s blessing, he adorned himself with two tattoos of a similar design to those that Justin and Marc chose for themselves. The three men joined the Foundation at Justin’s suggestion, and Richard in particular has thrown himself into supporting its activities. He has a particular focus on outreach work aimed at married men, and at the time of this photo being taken had just celebrated the first anniversary of his relationship with Kevin, one of those his work has helped in coming out. Richard is a lovely guy, and has really made a difference in terms of what the Foundation offers to those who may not even be interested in ever receiving the gift but just need some support to come to terms with themselves. Justin and Marc, meanwhile, are also very sweet men, and their handsomeness still takes my breath away sometimes when I haven’t seen them for a while. I gather from Jacob and Eli that they can really let loose both on the dancefloor and in the bedroom, but as yet I haven’t had the chance to partake. I’m hoping my upcoming trip to Montreal and Toronto might change that! Lars, Jan and Johan Jan and Johan are perhaps the most publicly recognisable members of the Foundation, having modelled for numerous global brands over the last few years. Their striking looks also serve them well in the many clubs and dungeons of Scandinavia, where they particularly enjoy being strapped down and used all night. Lars never expected to be a father, having eventually married a lesbian friend 20 years his junior to appease his religiously conservative parents. However, a few too many drinks one night at home resulted in his boys 9 months later, who the couple agreed he would raise before they went their separate ways. Finding them rutting each other on their 18th birthday, he soon joined in the family fun and invited others to partake as well. Less than a year later all three picked up the gift, and thanks to a contact at the boys’ modelling agency, they then found the Foundation too. Lars is now in a committed relationship with the very private Björn, so leaves his sons to their globetrotting fun and regular tours of the Scandinavian scene. However, he remains an active member of the of the Foundation, and runs its activities across Scandinavia with his partner. This includes the annual Gjangbjang, where Foundation members and affiliates from across the world descend on Lars’s private island in the Stockholm Archipelago during the summer solstice, with Jan and Johan always present to provide the entertainment. The thing with Jan and Johan is that, despite the hundreds upon hundreds of artistic, professional pictures you see of them, nothing prepares you for just how stunning they are in person. Almost too beautiful to fuck, but fuck them we all do! Lars and Björn are a lovely couple, and a stay at their house in the Stockholm suburbs is always good for the soul. Christopher, Adam and Aaron Christopher rescued his twin nephews when they were fifteen, after their abusive stepfather had found their stash of gay magazines and reacted with particular violence. Chris took the boys under his wing, and mentored them through their ongoing journey of self discovery. He never intended that they would join him in being gifted, but their secret attendance at a party his friends were throwing a few years later changed that. Christopher sought out the Foundation once the boys had recovered from their conversion. The young men have since joined their uncle’s thriving bar business in Chicago, taking over its running so he could focus on his growing property interests. Their stunning looks make them very in-demand tops on the scene in Boystown, while Christopher’s insatiable appetite means he is one of the Midwest’s most legendary power bottoms. Heads turn when those boys enter a room, so it’s lucky they have such incredible stamina and vitality as they will always have a long line of admirers wanting a turn with them. They are such a sweet pair though, despite everything they went through before their uncle whisked them away to safety. Christopher is someone I love to see as often as I can, even if that means you have to chat with him while he’s lying in a sling being seen to by a whole parade of men! Pravin, Vishal and Ravi Three of founding member Kunal’s six sons, Prav, Rav and Vish have continued their father’s legacy with the Foundation while their other three brothers carry forward the family name. During their childhoods it was clear to Kunal that each son had picked up that part of his genes, and he loved and supported them through their journey of self-acceptance and eventual gifting, all while being a good father grandfather to his other boys (and grandfather to their children). Since Kunal’s passing, his sons have settled in Delhi and taken on responsibility for running the organisation’s activities in the subcontinent, with Ravi also working as a global ambassador as his father once did. They are known for their incredible work ethic, but do make time to show off their legendary stamina and versatility when the opportunity arises. Kunal has almost hallowed status within the Foundation, and he would be so proud of how his sons have stepped up to carry on his work. I see Ravi quite regularly as his wider role brings him to London at least once a month, and he is always a pleasure to spend time with, whether in a restaurant or a bedroom. Mateo and Juan These brothers from Buenos Aires came to the attention of the Foundation after jointly winning Mr Latam Scorpion, and they became members at the same time as their OnlyFans channel rocketed in popularity off the back of that victory. Despite both being famously well endowed they are enthusiastically versatile, which puts them much in demand both on camera and in the bedroom. Their back stories remain mysterious, and they have never confirmed or denied if they play with each other alone. However, as the major studios have started to seek them out, their futures look bright. I barely got to meet these two before Jacob and Eli whisked them away after their shoot was done. To this day they remain tight-lipped about what they all got up to, making me think there is indeed more to their relationship than they have ever let on. Then again, it may just be that my boys are deliberately playing with me, knowing I’m dying to find out! Mikoław, Filip and Adrian The majority of Polish fathers, it is safe to say, would not have reacted as Mikky did to his wife screaming the house down after catching their sons going at it in bed together. Whisking them away from a real sense of danger in rural Poland, first to Warsaw and shortly after to Manchester, Mikky left behind his life, his family and his marriage so that he could protect his sons from the fiercely conservative and homophobic place his country was becoming. Battling against a language barrier and the hardening of attitudes that Brexit had unleashed, Mikky managed to carve out a business for him and his sons working as gardeners and landscapers around the North of England, and in so doing he gave them the space and freedom to be themselves. When they told him that they had been gifted, he did not get angry, he did not judge, nor did the support for his sons waver. He again sprang into action and, through a client in Cheshire, learned of the Foundation. Mikky became the first Honorary Member the day his sons joined, in recognition for the extraordinary tolerance and support that he had shown despite his own upbringing, his heterosexuality, and his ungifted status. Mikky now works with the Foundation on outreach in Poland, while continuing to be the staunchest of flag bearers that his sons could have ever dreamed. I do not get to see Mikky nearly as often as I would like, as he is such an incredible chap. I have never known someone who seems to hold no judgements on others, and just celebrates people for who they are and what they are into. Hopefully his work with the Foundation will at least do some good for the increasingly besieged gays of Poland. Andries, Petrus and Willem Andries was 9 years old when his twin brothers were born, and was in his late twenties and already gifted when they came out of the closet too. Shunned by their parents as Andries had been, Petrus and Willem moved in with their brother in Cape Town where they immediately began to explore the scene with him. The gifting of the twins followed soon after, as the three brothers gained a name and reputation for themselves in the Cape Community. Andries met some founding members of the Foundation while on business in Johannesburg, and soon secured memberships for the whole clan. He now works full time running the organisation’s activities in the country, including the hugely successful BioHaz nightclubs in Cape Town and Johannesburg. Petrus and Willem share some of the burden, while also running a tour guide and safari business that offers a few ‘extras’ for visitors than other companies. I have to admit that I don’t know this clan that well, having only met them a couple of times before the photo shoot. My boys seemed to enjoy them though. I am hoping to book onto a safari run by the younger brothers at some point! Haruto, Kenji and Ren Tokyo is known for its alternative, underground scene, and these three brothers are famed within that world. Their network of ‘onsen’ bathhouses, ‘ryokan’ inns and private clubs meets the demands of a growing segment of the city’s bachelor demographic, and they recently expanded operations into Nagoya and Osaka. The brothers maintain an air of mystery within the Foundation, revealing little of their pasts but always demonstrating a firm commitment to expanding the organisation’s work and influence in Japan. I had only met the brothers once before the photo shoot, when I went to Japan on business and was hosted at one of their crazily luxurious ryokans. Despite their formidable reputations, they showed me the absolute gold standard in hospitality, and ensured my needs were well taken care of throughout my stay. I’m really looking forward to going back to Japan with Jacob and Eli on holiday next year. Carlos, Alvaro and Antonio Founder and promoter of the RegaloX superclub in Ibiza, Carlos is a giant in the Spanish dance music scene. He became involved in the Foundation’s work through a friend at his HIV support group, and set about running annual FoundryXXX nights as part of his regular programme. However, everything changed when his sister sent her twin sons to him for work experience. Having assessed their potential, he soon had the young men up on podiums to show off their incredible physiques, and it was at a FoundryXXX night that he then found both his nephews doing some extra entertaining for customers in the private lounges. Given the clientele present that night, their gifting followed shortly after, as did permanent positions at the superclub. All three became full members of the Foundation the same year. Carlos continues to support the Foundation, now running up to four FoundryXXX events each year along with a special beach party to round out the summer season. The twins remain a popular draw both on and off the podiums, but are also now both training as lifeguards. Carlos is one of my favourite people. He can be ruthless as a club promoter, but outside of that world there is nothing he won’t do for other people. His nephews are gorgeous but a little dim, so it’s probably for the best he has them focused on what their stunning bodies can do for them! Cole and Carter (with Grant) Cole and Carter were born 10 months apart into challenging circumstances in Oklahoma. Already struggling to make ends meet, their father died in a car accident just days before Cole arrived, and their mother never really recovering from the ordeal. The boys endured neglect from their mother and abuse from a whole series of boyfriends, before they finally fled at 16 and 17 and slowly made their way to Fort Lauderdale in search of their father’s close friend and colleague Grant, one of the only people they both thought had their backs despite their mother having fallen out with him. Unfortunately Grant was away at the oil fields for an extended period, and the boys fell in with the wrong crowd in South Florida. Manipulated into a life of crime and violence, the brothers soon wound up being arrested for a carjacking, and were sent down for the next three years. Although kept relatively safe for the first two years by virtue of being incarcerated in a juvenile facility, a transfer into a more violent prison when Cole turned 18 left them vulnerable to the advances of some of the older, stronger prisoners. By the time they were released to live under Grant’s supervision, they had both been gifted. Grant took the boys under his wing and got them back on track, finding them work as mechanics at a friend’s garage. However, he soon realised that other things had changed in prison. Alone and scared, the boys had sought comfort in each other’s arms, something that had turned sexual after the facility transfer despite what they were having to endure on most days. Outside the prison walls this side of their relationship continued and even deepened, and Grant did not feel that the time was right to break it up while he helped them get back on their feet after the chaos, trauma and violence of their first two decades on the planet. Grant himself had picked up the gift, the result of a torrid series of encounters with a fellow roughneck during one stint on a rig. Finding support through online communities, he also discovered the sizeable number of chasers desperately trying to find someone to help them. In this he saw potential for a new hobby and outlet for the boys that he could help to organise, and so the makings of their current life were put into action. A chance discovery of the Foundation by Grant also spurred him on to getting the boys joined up, so that they could access a wider support network should they need it. Today the young men still live with Grant, and continue to earn an honest living by day as skilled mechanics. By night they do still comfort one another occasionally, but primarily their time is spent working alone or as a duo to service the clients Grant arranges for them to gift. Grant, in turn, extensively vets the chasers, with only a handful ever actually getting to meet the brothers. The clients pay what they can to cover Grant’s costs, and in return are promised what they are seeking from two young studs who already have quite the track record. Truth be told, there were some in the Foundation who were a little uneasy about the arrangement Grant had set up for the brothers, myself included. However, some monitoring that we commissioned has shown that the boys are far from being the subjects of exploitation, and indeed appear to be thriving. They genuinely seem to now have a sense of purpose and belonging in all that they do, with the security that Grant offers them being augmented by the comfort they bring each other. They are both quite shy really, but Jacob and Eli usually manage to get them warmed up. Fun fact: Grant is not actually a member of the Foundation, but the boys insisted he be in their shoot as they would not be here without him. You have to give him that. Vihaan, Sanjay and Aadi Two of seven brothers, Vihaan and Sanjay stood out in their family growing up in a suburb of Delhi. Never destined to follow the sort of path their parents had hoped for, they instead moved together to Mumbai in their late teens and have never looked back. Separately discovering the allure of the underground scene, they soon began to explore its many opportunities together. Attendance at a nighttime party at the docks resulted in them being gifted at the same time, and they have been there for each other ever since. The men had both found work in hotels, and in their late forties they used this experience to jointly set up a special kind of yoga retreat in the foothills of the Himalayas, which quickly became popular with tourists from all over the world. Eventually their youngest nephew Aadi joined their staff, and soon also followed in his uncles’ footsteps in other ways. He is now an accomplished yoga instructor and masseur, but is particularly well liked by guests for his other skills. Founding member Kunal was one of the first guests at the retreat, and invited Vihaan and Sanjay to join the fledgling organisation once he saw the work they were doing. Aadi became a member more recently following his gifting. All three men devote some of their time to supporting Kunal on operations in the subcontinent, while also working to establish a second retreat in Goa. I have been to the retreat a few times now, and have always been particularly taken by Vishaan and Sanjay’s warmth and hospitality. Aadi is also a sweet boy, but thrives on being busy with guests so I have never got to spend much time with him other than during his quite excellent massages. Albert, Bobby and Billy Kingpin of the semi-amateur boxing scene in London’s East End, Albert threw himself into a new kind of life following the untimely death of his beloved wife Ethel in the early 1990s. Many years later his daughter’s twin boys Bobby and Billy began training with him, and once they turned 18 he introduced them to the rest of the scene as he suspected they would be interested. The boys have since become gifted boxers in every way. Albert and the boys joined the Foundation after some members attended an amateur boxing night in Bow, and have since taken on managing its activities across the East End and wider Thames Gateway area. Bobby continues to live with Albert in Plaistow, whilst Billy recently moved in with his boyfriend across the river in Charlton. Albert is a friendly chap, and seems to know someone who can come and fix any problem that you may have. Bobby and Billy are both sweet lads whose appearance and profession belies that they are truly gentle and humble young men. Eli in particular spends a lot of time with Bobby, and I do sometimes wonder if there might be something more there. Eduardo and Estêvão Proudly poz and always happy to share, these brothers from Rio de Janeiro know how to party. Unapologetically sexual with each other, they also make it known that their favourite activity is to be joined by a versatile buddy who can satisfy Eduardo while taking everything Estêvão has to give. Most members of the Foundation have joined in on occasions. The brothers joined the Foundation after picking up a member on Copacabana Beach, and now support its activities in Rio when they’re not partying. Ah, a Brazilian sandwich. Happy memories… Olusegun, Adebayo, Tunde and Kayin Olu and his younger brother Ade are the senior members of a wealthy family living in a sprawling seaside compound in the affluent Ikoyi neighbourhood of Lagos. The family has a tradition of embracing offspring who desire an alternative to the traditional lifestyle, and sons in particular are inducted into an inner circle if they are a good fit. As the oldest sons of their father (the head of the family), Olu and Ade were expected to marry and produce heirs despite their obvious interests elsewhere, but once their duties had been done their father sent them to one of his brothers to help steer them on a new path, and their enthusiasm for this world led to them discovering and joining the Foundation. Olu’s youngest son Tunde and Ade’s middle son Kayin were discovered by their grandfather exploring their sexuality with one another, and each was sent to the other’s father for mentoring, support and eventual gifting. They are now well known in Lagos’s underground scene, both being energetically versatile and very generous with their gifts. Their fathers focus on managing the family’s businesses and Foundation activities, while discreetly expressing the feelings they eventually found that they have for each other. The family has such a close connection with London that I get to see them several times a year, and I have also stayed at their palatial compound a couple of times as well as at a separate beach villa they have further along the coast. Olu and Ade are sweet, although it takes a while for them to relax and be affectionate with each other when others are around. Tunde and Kayin know no such restraint, and have got crazy levels of both appetite and stamina. My boys tend to be better able to entertain them than I am, but I’ve certainly worn myself out a few times trying! Klaus, Anton and Max Klaus helped to establish the Foundation, after connecting with a select group of other men who had a special relationship with a family member that had been elevated through gifting. In this case it was with his eldest son Anton, who had sought comfort in his father’s arms following the death of his wife while giving birth to Max. The two shared their journey together as they faced up to their feelings, and in time they began to explore all that their home city of Berlin had to offer. Max grew up living with his father and grandfather, but in his teenage years began to yearn to understand his background further. He therefore finished his schooling before travelling to Istanbul to stay with his other grandparents, keen to learn more about his mother, his roots, and who he was. It was during the early part of this trip that he had a formative encounter with a male cousin, leading to an exploration of the alternative scene in the city, and by the time he returned to Berlin he knew which way he was inclined. Suspecting his father may be gay as well, he opened up about his experiences, and in turn Anton revealed his own story. Klaus joined them to talk about his own journey, and in time the three men realised they all wanted to share in the love and bonding that Klaus and Anton enjoyed. Max’s gifting followed soon after, and he of course then joined the Foundation. The three men continue to live in Berlin, and their versatility makes them popular with residents and visitors alike. They jointly work on the Foundation’s activities in Germany, while running the popular and well-renowned Das Geschenk restaurant. I don’t know Klaus that well, partly because his English isn’t the best, but Anton is a good friend of mine and Pierre’s, and a regular visitor to Antibes when he needs to escape the Berlin winter. Max is close to Jacob and Eli, and comes to London to stay quite often so that they can go out and explore the scene together, and I know for a fact that he’s joined them in entertaining some of my clients from time to time.