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The rattling from the sling's chain echoed throughout the room when I made my way back. Vinny and Jonas sat on the couch while going through their phones. Vinny stopped me. "No fun if the bitch is nervous and screaming. We don't want the feds to knock our door. Should we shut him up?" "Only if he wants to. I know what to do" Unattended, he was pleading with doubts, gripping onto the chains futilely while trying his best to suppress the moans caused by the clouds. "Hey...please...I don't know if I want this...oh sh-sh-shit...please where are you guys...oh" The panic subsided when I crouched down to comfort Rowan. I could see his startled expression more clearly as we were level, face to face. I pulled the mask off again and held onto his chin. "Kinda scared you there did we? Listen, we're not going to do anything unless you're okay with it. See how we took a pause? Do you want to stop? I can take you down if you want to. Do you?" Despite dabbling in all kinds of kinks, I could never call myself a sadist. I looked into Rowan's glossy eyes with sympathy traced with slight as I nod. My thumb brush onto his lower lip while my other hand held the back of his neck. It was the first time he felt my coarse hands in contact with his skin. He was starting to burn up. He turned quiet and followed my nod. The last time we were this close was 20 years ago. Who called the shots now? "Are you sure? You're not afraid of me right? Don't worry, I don't hold grudges Rowan" "Y-y-yeah. No wait - who that was, that wasn't me, that really wasn't uhh" Sometimes I forget that tolerance is built and that this was Rowan's first rodeo with Ms. Turner. His words were now running into each other. "You don't have to explain. Water under the bridge and all that. I just want you to be sure that you're okay with this. Once I call the boys back, there's no turning back. Do you feel good? Do you want this to go on?" "Yes. Please. And M-m-mark, I am s-so so.." My palm squeezed his jaw to shut it. "No no, don't even think about it, okay?" I rose to look down on him. "Don't apologize... just tell us that you'll let us do whatever we want. Can you? You have to mean it" I saw Vinny and Jonas approaching. Vinny held his phone up. Jonas came up to whisper that he had forgotten to take out the plug they had left in him. The plug, to which he then informed was covered in a special dusT. No surprise that the bitch was beginning to boil. Jonas got closer to him. "Can you Rowan? We thought we were going to have fun" He was now relaxed, hands liberated in the air. A different wave had engulfed him. The gas mask was off. In his best attempt, he verbalized. "Yes. Do it" "Are you sure?" "Yes!" "You don't sound confident..." "Do it, do whatever you want, I need it! Fuck dude just g-g-go for it nowww ahhh" His breaths were heavier and the sweat started to form. Excellent progress. Vinny had it all recorded. "Good. If you say so then..." The 3 of us surrounded him, looking at each other in agreement. A ball gag was strapped into his mouth. I looked down to him again and grinned. "No turning back" His eyes shot - in anticipation this time rather than angst. The hidden lust had revealed itself. I briefly left the boys to continue what they had started. I took Jonas' phone and compared it to mine. Vinny's was mounted onto the sling, still recording. 11 new messages in Jonas', 19 in mine. His - "Spun twink to be pimped into a cumdump. No loads refused & few limits." Mine - "Inexperienced twink needs cumdump lessons. Pnp avail w/ $. Free if poz unmedicated" Combined, I scanned through the guys to check their status and replied to 10 who were positive. 3 weren't on meds. It was half past 1 and the first one would arrive after 2. After confirming, I returned to the sling to find Rowan blindfolded with both Vinny and Jonas on the opposite side. Vinny continued to stretch him with more dildos while Jonas was tightening a pair of nipple suctions on him. His slender body tightened at the pain from both ends, barely outlining his abs and the rest of his muscles. He did his best to contain his screams. After the 7th or 8th dildo, Vinny plugged him back again with more dusT. A refill was due he exclaimed. "How bout that Mark? Is this the same bully back in high school?" There he was, bounded and blind - paralyzed. The only movement made was the heavy iron plug held by his hole. In it goes as he inhaled, and a out as he exhaled. I took out the gag, cupping his dripping saliva back in. He panted heavily again. "Is this what you want?" "Yes..." "Does it feel god" "Fuckk yess..." "How often do you get fucked Rowan? "I-I-I don't know.... not often...are you going to fuck me now please.. I want you to fuck me please" "Do you use condoms.." "Yeah can you use one. Can y-y-you.." "I don't think we can. Is that okay?" "But condoms...need...clean.." "We don't wear rubber. We can stop now if you want." "No don't...please... just fuck me. No condoms. Okay" Vinny shouted, "Are you sure? That's what you want?" A loud Yes was all he could shout. The ball gag was returned shortly after. Then, just in time the buzzer rang. Jonas clicked on the intercom and announced to the room. "Looks like we have company. Tonight's your lucky night Rowan. Aren't you glad that you and Mark go way back?" Through the gag we could a slurred "Uhuh" The door opened to 2 men in their mid 40s to 50s. Both rugged bear type at 5'9 and 6'0 respectively. It seemed that they were together. The shorter but older one was hairier & had a tight black tanktop with jeans whereas his companion in meshed shorts & a football jersey. "I brought a friend. We're both off meds & he hasn't blown his load in 2 months. I thought of keeping this on him til a 3rd month but we can never turn down a chance to recharge a bitch" His taller friend pulled down his pants to show his balls in a chastity cage. It was massive from the skin protruding out of the metal linings. "Do you want to do the honour?" The short bear held the key out to Jonas who smiled and picked it up. He grabbed the tall bear's balls and went in for a kiss. The jersey was pulled off and still grabbing onto his caged balls, Jonas lead him to the sling. Once they reached Rowan, the padlock was released. It was soft, thick and heavy even sans cage. Jonas then remarked. "It's not a recharge. It's an actual charge. This bitch is neg" Immediately, the cock that had been caged seconds ago sprung itself upwards. It was as big as an can of Arizona Tea. The initial imprints on his shaft from the metal constrictions disappeared as his balls churned the long awaited load. I remained by Rowan's head and noticed him getting closer. It was my cue to take the gag off. Again a stream of drool which I lather onto the huge cock that was about to go into his mouth. I couldn't resist myself from holding it, jerking it momentarily. The sound of Rowan's breathing filled the room. I got down to ask if he was ready for his first cock of the night. An automatic yes. "It's not mine, Vinny's nor Jonas'. Are you sure?" A short pause. "Yes. I-I don't care. Please do it" I looked up to the tall bear while jerking his cock. "There you have it, man. Want some clouds while he's at it?" Rowan struggled at the first few inches, almost choking. When the bear repositioned himself, he thrusted forward again, deepthroating Rowan entirely. Rowan could breathe more this time. He learned quick. As it went in and out, I lit a pipe and shotgunned with the bear, making out in between. Jonas took Vinny's place in working with the hole. He pulled the plug out to reveal the hole blooming and primed. Rowan flinched when the plug expelled. A tunnel was now plugged. The bear pulled his shaft out and grabbed his neck, spitting on him. He seemed to relish in his degradation. "Don't bite bitch" His throat was invaded again with an increasing pace by the bear who I continued to caress and shotgun. "Fuck, that's a lot of precum" When he exited again for good, he made sure to hold Rowan's head upwards. "Swallow it. Tell me how my load taste bitch." "Oh Y-yeah..." In a gulp he swallowed it all. I stared at the bear's cock, still leaking precum and got down to savour some, giving it a quick suck while I can. "Fuck, you should be on that sling, not him" "Once upon a time I was." We hear Jonas snapped his finger. "Time's ticking fellas. Are we going to give this bitch our gift or not?" The bear went to where Jonas was. He played with the tunnel and pulled it out, causing Jonas to squirm. He got down to rim for a while - not as long as he had his cock in his mouth. He got up to rub his hands around Rowan's suspended legs before he began. His cock was brushing on his moist hole and Rowan held onto the chains again, eager for his entrance. A series of Please came out of him. It was pathetic to see him in this state, especially with the bear being a real tease. "Did they tell you how luck you were to get this load?" Rowan nodded. "How charged up it is? One fucking month bitch..." A confused look. "Oh you don't know what I mean... don't you worry.." "J-just fuck me please" "I will... I will...just relax. You're breathing too loud" The bear lightly massaged him, calming him down. There was a short silence after that Rowan mistakenly thought was a break. An error on his end as the bear thrust himself into Rowan in one go, entering him completely. Rowan was unable to scream any more. His pitch broke as he could only afford to hold himself onto the sling while the gargantuan bear fuck him relentlessly. Just whimpers were heard. In spite of all this, Rowan was in heaven. Not once did he deny himself. As the bear found his pace, Rowan moaned more, begging him to not stop. Finally, the bear looked up to tell us he was close then back to Rowan to tell him too. "At this point, you're already filled up with my precum, but I'm not done yet. Almost though" Rowan, still listening, was lost in a trance. "It's not just me, my friend over there's next. Then who knows? But I'm so glad that I'm first" Their eyes were fixed onto each other and Rowan, nonverbal already, nodded. "Here it is bitch - your first poz load. Fuck!" From Vinny's phone, you can see the bear coming into Rowan for quiet some time. Ropes after ropes jetted into him. His balls contracted in expulsion. The bear groaned with an intense force that held our attention for as long as until he was done. Rowan was drenched in a layer of sweat. A smile of relief and satisfaction formed on his face while the bear was still holding on to him. I informed Rowan after. "One down, nine to go" Rowan spoke for the first time in a while. "Thank you"

A month after, I find myself in the warehouse again for the next gathering. It took me a second to spot our latest Brother. Under the dimmed lights the head of my achievement shone. Brandon wore a leather harness which complimented his knee high boots. We locked eyes and I nodded. A platform not too different than the one I was subjected to was constructed in the centre of the atrium where we congregated. A miniature Greek pillar rose at each corner. Black as obsidian, its vertical grooves contained intricate motifs toward its capital that those in the Brotherhood recognize. A skull of a ram rested on the 4 pillars. Each were hollow and contained a candle, brightly blazing through its void eye and turned to face inwards to the centre of the platform. Despite the liberty Samael granted to the Brotherhood to be on meds, barely a quarter of us decided to, me included. By now, Samael has taken the role to supervise the rituals and to ensure that his legacy flourishes, raising Paul as his deputy. He had embraced, in his own words, the desired decay that was destined. A mezzanine of perforated iron encircled us on the intermediate level. Alone, he stood with hands clasped on the railing, head forward with a complete view of all 51 of us. His achievement definitely pales that of mine when I saw Brandon again. He was making his way up to the platform. Indeed, an initiate's first ritual warrants him to be acquainted by his Brothers. He got on his knees in arch with legs spread, supporting himself with his palms on the floor, arms apart. Paul was right behind him to strap his neck with a collar. He was chained onto a hidden eyebolt, causing his legs to spread wider. The sight of his new ink on the right side of his cheeks took us in awe. I could even see it in Paul rarely reveals any expressions. He brushed Brandon's cunt, licking a few fingers before protruding him. Once it was wet enough, the rimming began. Brandon was quieter than before, he became more obedient. The moans were still there, but the voice had changed for the better. It was a remarkable progress for us to witness. It wasn't just rimming that Paul was doing, he was also priming up his cunt by gradually inserting some fine Tina dust that would smoothly absorb itself without a pain. Brandon started to swelter with his back perspiring beads of sweat. A sign that the ritual will commence soon. After Paul was done, he called for a stool to sit right in front of Brandon. Still looking down, Paul held his neck, then gripped his shoulders, reaching closer to whisper to Brandon. In silence, we tried to listen but we heard only intervals of Yes in between his breaths followed by the nods of his head. Paul then gave me a sharp gaze, smirking before announcing the importance of tonight's ritual. "Brothers, every full moon we gather to worship and offer our dedication to the Brotherhood. We are beholden to Samael who had nurtured and guided us to serve the one true deity. Fearless we became in submitting ourselves to the desire that few understand. Each of you chose this path without looking back. Ave Fratres!" In unison, we chanted back. Paul continued. "My brothers, tonight is not like other nights. Our new believer who I hold is different. I wasn't the first to sense it, it was our 29th brother who was behind this contribution. Praise to you, brother, praise to you. It is your right to officiate tonight's communion. Approach!" Surrounding me, my brothers shouted in praise and thanked, fondling and pushing me closer to the platform's steps. I climbed and approached Brandon, caressing his wet back and squatting down to dive into his hole. It was just like I remembered. Tight before being lose once my tongue slips in. Brandon held his posture with the few movements being his arch going higher to give me a better portion of his hole. Not long after I was hard. I got up to adjust myself and looked at Paul. His right arm extended to pass a pipe that was filled with clouds. I looked up to exhale and see Samael nodding, perhaps mouthing "Fantastic". I immediately entered Brandon with the sole purpose of wrecking his guts. In front of my Brothers, I restrained my empathy. Remarkably, his hole was tight as our first encounter but not once did he flinched or moved. The idea of having to frequently cunt his hole out was what made this night different. He really was a rare find. 5 minutes in and neither of us had spoken. I rammed him without mercy. Only as I was about to reach my climax did I ask him if he misses me, if this is what he wanted. I didn't care if Paul was tuning in. "I miss your cock in me, yes." Few thrusts in and out of him "It's not what I want.. it's what I need" The last word, need, caused me to come sooner. Like before, I couldn't contain the moan I released. At least my Brothers cheers drowned it out. Paul held Brandon to keep him still while I kept spurting ropes of my seed into him. Once I pulled out, Paul grabbed my arm before I left. "You know it is you you who's going to seat here when the time comes?" "I am hopeful" "Don't. Own it." As usual, my seed always comes out and Brandon's puckered hole squeezed a trail that made puddle for the next Brother to slurp on. He lapped it from the floor to Paul, who passed it to Brandon. We never waste in the Brotherhood. Brandon's cunt proved to be a crowd favourite. Even when it was loose, the remaining Brothers would come in the same time as the earlier ones did. It made the night shorter than we anticipated. Once the ring of his hole formed into lips, we knew our work was done. The only challenge we faced tonight was making sure our seed stayed in Brandon. We slurped, swapped, spit & fed each other. The smell of rust could not overpower the primal scent of our sweat & semen which permeated the atmosphere. Given that I started, it was expected of me to also close the ceremony. I headed to find a plug for Brandon. I waited for my Brothers to gather themselves before I approached. I look to Paul who had his head close to Brandon's, whispering again. Encouragements mixed with Latin that hypnotized him. He had been put on a trance. I looked up and Samael was no longer there. No one noticed his displacement. All I know was that he grabbed my wrist before I could lift my arm as I held the plug. He came in for a kiss, longer than usual with our tongues dancing. "Not yet" Slowly, he made his way ahead of me to give Brandon the final load. He clasped onto the body with his muscular yet thin veiny arms. His muscles allowed him to retain the remaining vigour he had. He barely carried any fat. Still, he took his time with Brandon longer than most of us did. Paul and I were fixated on our saviour, reminiscing back to when it was us. The rest of our brothers, off from the platform kneeled to prostrate to Samael. It had been more than 3 years since he took part. Finally, when he came, the room moved as if it were hit by tremors. The chants that the Brothers made, coupled with Samael speaking in Latin during the whole time he was ramming caused a wave of energy that showered us with a sort of elation. Samael released the collar off Brandon for him to come up for a kiss. I quickly pop the plug in him. Then, his first words in a while. "Thank you, my lord." Samael spared no reply, he held Brandon's arm and walked with him off the platform. Where they were heading, we did not know.

Or was he different? Like the rest of the initiates, his cunt had been made. What follows is a series of rites to determine one's rank within the brotherhood. It is customary for novices to have their rank set by the Brotherhood prior to initiation. A new Brother is expected to obey and respect the regime that has been made specifically for him. I was curious to see the plan set out for Brandon. I came to release my seed into him almost a little before it had been 30 minutes. A feat that I'd say I was proud of given the amount of T I've consumed. A combination of Brandon's voice & the sound of my balls slapping onto him fast tracked my orgasm. The final thrusts leading up to my climax forced out an eruption. A groan so loud that it took me by surprise. I saw the web of veins trickling with sweat from my forehead down to the neck popping. Once my seed was drained, I needed to catch my breathe. All Brandon could verbalize were repetitions of "Fuck" and "Oh My God". I could tell he was satiated from the smirk he held with eyes closed. His lips too were shut but his breathed remained trembling. As soon as the restraints were loosen, I sealed his cunt with another steel plug. I wiped his body with a towel, congratulating him with my arms wrapped in a cradle. It wasn't long before I thoroughly scrubbed him in the shower to also give him a shave. Besides the eyebrows, he was shaved close to completion. Right down to the scalp, not a strand of hair stuck out of his polished head. The Brotherhood requires Brothers to adhere to the rule of maintaining a skinhead for a full year. Its purpose was to facilitate elder Brothers to impart their knowledge at any opportunity when they are in proximity. Novices must acquiesce. Failure to yield would result in rank stagnation. I remember 5 months in as a novice. Fresh & full of high viral load, I was in demand. A monthly gathering had been held in another part of this warehouse. I was still the latest Brother. On a dais, Samael sat on an upholstered chair in the center. Ben stood to his left and Paul, another Brother of equal rank to his right. The rest of us formed a curve that met from one end of the platform to the other, forming a semicircle. The gathering was heading to another direction. It was stricter than the previous ones. It became apparent the moment I felt Samael's gaze and nod. My shoulders were held and pulled up by the Brother to my left and right. I was brought out of the file to face Samael's feet. My knees were on the floor while my chin was right at the edge of the platform. In a jock, my arms were pulled back with a long bar placed in between my wrists and my ankle. It served as a restrain that exposed my hole. The room turned silent when Samael raised his right hand. "Let us remind our younger Brother that there is still...so much more for him to learn, to appreciate the beauty of our beliefs." Paul then spoke a word in Latin followed by another two or three that merged to a chant which brought all the brothers to sing in unison. It was ominous. Though I wasn't touched, I felt tremors. Ben then approached with a box to reveal a gas mask. Right before securing it on my head, we locked eyes. A blank stare of pity that turned to pride when he nodded with a wide smile to the rest of my Brothers. A series of tubes latched onto my mask. Without a warning, smoke started to fill in, forcing me to inhale it to avoid my eyes from stinging. I could barely see Samael above from the smoke. I did catch a glimpse of Paul turning a nozzle that controlled the flow of the amount of smoke entering in me. Once it came to a halt, I was rejuvenated. My hole started to bloom, in and out I feel the inner rings protruding. I knew I had to cunt myself out again. Ben validated my thoughts when he declared the importance of ensuring one's hole was properly cunted. "A fine cunt is when it's not too tight or too loose, like an actual cunt. This novice's hole can do no wrong, it needs a bit of work done first. Brothers, you may proceed. " No brother was left behind. Each of them seized my hole, treating my cunt with spunk. Pulling out was forbidden. Any spillage was either devoured or fed. After my 12th brother had shot his load, I felt the circumference of my hole puffed, highlighting its transformation. By the time my 15th brother started to rim, he couldn't help but to smooch my ass lips that our brothers created. I was indebted to them.

A sharp hissing sound filled the room before the scent of the burning flesh. The rod I held in my kevlar covered right hand pressed onto Brandon's back for not more than a minute. He gasped before the crescendo of cries came, clearly in agony. His eyes however were gleaming in a sort of accomplishment I has once recognized as my own. I know he would go far in the Brotherhood. It's not often that I get hard this long when it comes to new members. Perhaps 2 or 3 initiates have lingered behind my mind throughout the years. Though my recollection of them is now foggy, the intoxicating times that we spent were crystal clear. Brandon definitely deserved to be in that memory chest. I clasped both my hands onto Brandon's back with a wet rag in between to soothe the scar in a straddle. He arched as hard as he could to offer his pulsating hole up to my stiff cock, engulfing the tip of it with a squeeze that yielded me to sink the rest of my shaft into the newly made cunt. I collapsed onto his back with my legs locked onto his with my hands still held on his neck. Skin to skin, we were attached with my long hard erection enveloped within him whole. I made no movement. I was confident that there's more to unravel with this cunt. Brandon showed no signs of slowing down. Still bounded and in heavy huffs, he arched himself up and down. He gyrated himself onto me as my limps clasped onto his tightly. My charged shaft was being stroked from his movements, slowly milking my precum. Though I remained still, it took an enormous mental strength to hold myself from releasing my sacred seed. It wasn't time. We were in this rhythm for almost 20 minutes. I whispered encouragements to him, observing his facial expression with eyes devoid of the person I first saw hours ago. He had been reborn. No more signs of hesitation or uncertainty, his glimmering pupils expanded, showing zero doubt. They contained a look of unwavering dedication to the Brotherhood. My work was almost done. The sweat radiating from both our bodies lessen the friction of my clasp. The more Brandon's back rise up to thrust, the loser my grasp got. It was my turn to take over. I finally threw the rag off to hold his arms wider before sinking down to him with my legs doing the same. He was quick to follow my straddling as a sign to stay still. I reached onto the knots at the edge of the bed with my hands and feet in a pull, tightening the restraints to fully immobilize him. Bodies no longer locked, I stood above to view him again. Here lies a a maverick, in its truest sense who has finally ascended. There was something satisfying in seeing him struggling to move. "Please fuck me again, please I know it's not over yet. Please please" Even his arch failed. Only his fingers and toes wiggled. I leaned down to shut him up with a gag. After closing the loop behind his head, I noticed the outline of his scar forming, compelling me to leave a kiss & a smooch that made Brandon screech. Thanks to the gag, drool poured out from his mouth. I swiftly cupped some of it as a secondary lube to stroke my hard on. Other The final act was about to commence. Rather than putting my weight onto him, I began to squat on his lower back, faced down to his glistening upper back. My cock twitched every time I stare at the insignia scar. I lowered myself down, supporting myself with both arms on the bed before bulldogging into Brandon. I couldn't spare any more time. Dawn was approaching soon. His cunt was warmer than before. It slushed my precum that I cupped to feed Brandon with his wide mouth. I yanked the gag off to let him relish my cum coated palm. I also needed to hear that pleading voice to send me in overdrive. It didn't take long for me to reach it when the moans vocalized itself. Something I failed to mention was how deep Brandon's voice was. It was the most masculine part bout him. The depth of his pitch resonated my eardrums in harmony. "Fuck, I don't think I've ever felt this kind of chemistry with anyone. What a cunt. I assure you that your commitment will be merited. Lose yourself, bitch, don't be shy" My pace increased with his moans. If it weren't for the Brotherhood, I wouldn't have learnt the methods and ways I could achieve pleasure. I wouldn't be able to practice nor promote the progeny required. These were lessons for a special group of men to follow. For instance, it teaches how to remain at the point of no return and why it is important. I was 20 minutes in Brandon. I starred at his eyes while I thrusts into him. Still spun, his ass was no longer tight. Was he to become normal, like the rest?

It's a toss between Blue Bailey in Viral Load and Ian Jay in 1000 load fuck. Two bottoms who inspire me to never refuse any loads. Sad that TIM doesn't make good videos as they used to.

Brandon being almost as tall as I was didn't make it difficult to attach his limbs at the edges. I knew the length I was used to would be the same. His ass now spread wider, I can see the tight puckered hole contracting and expanding with my precum dripping out more than before. I had underestimated myself. Seeing his buns jiggle from the slap I gave inspired a series of several more that left Brandon to moan differently. Of course, I had to finger him to know how much of my precum was in him. His insides were warm with its texture like velvet. I was impressed at how tight he still was when I felt his grip as I pulled out to offer a taste. Like a thirsty bitch he slurped, expecting more. A testament to how cum craved he was. I continued to collect my precum out of him. Impatient, I dived to eating his hole out, sucking it in hopes of easing it for what's coming. Though I rarely kiss the initiates, it would be a transgression to waste cum in the brotherhod. My lips met Brandon's with my tongue pushing my runny fluid into him without a protest. He lapped the outline of my mouth to savour the most of it. In vain, he tried to reach up to my mouth again as our lips parted when I stood, salivating for more. I stared down to the desperate look he gave, panting with the last drops of precum I fed dripping down both sides of his chin from the edge of his mouth. I held his head with my thumbs brushing it back in. "Don't you worry, I got you." He nodded silently, signalling gratitude. It wasn't enough for me. Still cradling his head with the palm of my right hand, I pulled it off to give him a light slap. "What do you say?" "Thank you" "You're very welcome" Brandon's hole now 'clean', it was time. 6 different toys were taken out from the bag. 3 butt plugs, 2 beads and 1 dildo that was as long as a wine bottle with the girth of a can. All in full steel. I decided on the first plug and placed the rest in each cells of the pentagram that was carved under the mattress. One of the 5 candles at each point were lit & I dipped the first plug in a jar of cum that the Brotherhood contributed. Before inserting, I sprinkled a pinch of T to freshen him up. He was starting to get quiet. Slowly his hole was intruded by the cold, steel glazed bulb that brought his loud screech back. The moment his rectum took it in, I heard a long sigh. I stood up to view the base of the plug in between his peachy buns slowly bouncing itself up and down to match his inner contractions. It wouldn't be long til his deep breaths returned back to the hungry huffs and pants I had earlier heard. When half the candle turned to wax, it was time to move on. Brandon screamed his loudest when the plug was pulled out. A scream of relief with a lasting yearn. The plug wasn't glossy as before, indicating how absorbent his hole was. I could see how spun Brandon was again with the sweat he produced. I pulled his long fringe back to the back of his head in a clip and wiped his face. I still had compassion. His hole was wide open, far from closing up in its contraction. It was now blooming. The beads were next. 7 balls with size starting as small as a golf ball to a softball. Brandon diligently took each ball without a flinch until the last. It posed a challenge. He moaned louder as I introduced the final sphere into him. His hole enveloped a quarter of it before we came to a halt. "Breathe slowly. Believe in your calling. Know what you were made for. Go on.." Dead silence with only the sound his sweat drops, Brandon quietly inhaled as much as he could to allow the ball in, swallowing itself from my push. The sight of the loop curving itself was perfect. The beads were in him til the rest of the candle finished burning. The pure bliss he felt from the beads ceased when I pulled out the largest ball. Gradually the 3 balls were pulled out of him with moans that made my cock twitch. I enjoyed the spun sounds that Brandon made. It kept me hard. The change of his pitch in his moans and the rapid pantings he produced were music to me. I pulled the last 4 instantly to hear the loud tune of his cries. "How are you feeling?" "FF--f-fucking great please fill my hole, please.." The trembled stuttering voice caused my rock hard cock leak. I had to properly breed him. My plunge into him was smooth like butter thanks to his loose hole. I rammed rougher with a kind of vigour I didn't know I had. It was crucial to hear his yelps in rhythm with my charged load building itself up. The louder it was, the closer I got. "Are you ready? Tell me you want it, prove it!" "I fucking want it please, I surrender myself to you, make me your sacrifice, give me your seed I fucking beg you" It was the longest string of sentence I've heard from him since the 2nd booty bump. He shouted it clear with conviction, full consciousness. Unable to hold it any longer, I clasped onto his back as I release the potent life changing load into Brandon, losing track of the number of ropes I had came in him. Was it 6? 8? The orgasm was long and intense. I held onto him for a while, sensing my seed leaking. I popped in the other butt plug. "T-t-thank you..." "We're only halfway done bitch." I stood back to the sight of his back glistening from the light of all the newly lit candles surrounding us. Perhaps it was time to brand him. It would be less painful either way in this state. That was what I had experienced. I headed to the stove with the iron rod displaying the insignia. Waiting it to heat up, I placed my hand to feel the back my neck, tracing the shape of the pentagram scar I received more than a decade ago. As I checked for the iron glowing, I fully see that it was actually a sigil of baphomet. I rushed to turn my back into a mirror to inspect myself. It was there. I could feel the outlines of the figure protruding out my skin. It didn't take long for the rod to be red-hot. I had to mentally prepare myself from not coming again from Brandon's screams.

“Because I crave cock & my hole needs cum. Any kind of cum. It’s in my nature.” “Any spun slut can say that, give me a better answer boy.” Each syllable that came out of his beautifully dick sucking lips was followed by his short breaths. “Because it’s my destiny to serve a higher purpose. The defiance to what everyone else thinks, the debauchery that it offers. The comfort of knowing I wasn’t alone in having these fantasies. Please…tell me you’re close… please..I can’t wait any longer” A decent answer that deserves to a reward. “No, not anytime soon.” Brandon’s back was glistening from the sweat. The heat was as if the sun was still up rather than it being a little after midnight. Change of plans. I instructed him to stay still while I lowered the temperature and gather some gear. My precum was less than I’d hope when I pulled out. The usual trail that would be oozing from the hole downwards was shorter. I initially entered the room to his ass up on all fours, fully nude. It would be a standard initiation I imagined. The same place where I had initiated 2 other members. No frills and procedural. Yet Brandon’s determination & approach paralleled that of mine. I had to pass the baton onto him. Favouritism was discouraged within the brotherhood for we were all equal, but many had bent the rules irrespective of rank. Samael was fond of me during the first couple of months. We would have our alone time after every gathering. The earlier members were envious and weren’t shy of it. They were 5 of them. All had joined when it was half its size. They taught me a lesson one time after a full moon ritual. We had initiated a new member who Samael brought home after. Most of us left once Samael’s gone. Perhaps it was expected that each new member would be given more attention? I had no resentment. Each of us was fair game. There was no concept of having a partner as the bond of the brotherhood transcend our past heteronormative world. As I made my exit, I was ambushed. A sudden kick to my calf dropped me onto the ground and the next thing I knew, my hands were yanked back, wrists bounded together by a rope. My feet were tied as tight in a bunch with my hands. Any attempts to scream were futile as we were in an abandoned warehouse far from the city. This is where we normally meet. The atmosphere was still and quiet. Similar industrial buildings nearby were left in destitute. Aside from the seasonal squatters, there was no sign of civilization within a mile radius. “So far you’ve had your pleasure, it’s time for you to learn what pain is” There I was on the floor, hogtied and hard rock from the humiliation. My jock couldn’t contain it. One of my captors first noticed it before drawing closer. Ben had a stocky hairy body. In addition to the leather vest and chaps, he had a pair of studded knee high boots on. Lifting his right leg, he stomped onto my lower back. I howled from the pressure of the sole digging into my flesh. He kept his foot down for a while before lifting it. A deceptive relief. Moments after the painful pressure returned but with the other leg. I howled less. The alternations had a sadistic rythm. I couldn’t predict it. I would tense up expecting another even if there wasn’t any. Once I was certain he was done, I let out an exhale. “Don’t think we’re done yet” I was paralyzed from the constrictions. It was impossible to look up or around fully. Just straight ahead. The little upward tilts I could make with my head only permitted me to see up to their waist. Any more would strain my neck. My pleas remained incomprehensible from the gag. I suddenly sensed a touch on my hole. A thumb brushing onto it. I was hard again. The thumb lifted and returned, moist before circling to ease myself. “You’re lucky to have precumed so much man, we never use lube” The thumb popped easily. Then the index finger. Finally the middle. My hole welcomed it. Whoever was fingering me knew what he was doing. I was moaning back to how I was during the ritual. The fingers started to feel coarser than before..leaving a burning sensation within me. “Really goddamn lucky to have this much precum. Have some” The gag was taken off. My mouth was liberated for a split second before being stuffed again by a cum coated hand. It was different to the one that was still working my hole. Even before joining, I was no stranger to receiving cum at any given chance. It’s what made me part of the brotherhood. The smell and the salty bitter taste in both my ends fuelled my inner pig. When the fingering came to a halt, a heightened wave of horniness swept me. My heart raced faster. Sweats formed. Granted, I had a few puffs earlier but this was unrelated. I started to huff. My breaths were deeper, heavier and louder than before. I heard snickers and Ben mentioning how fast I learn. “This one has potential fellas. Look at that fuckin body. Who knows, it could be him standing here one day” Ben crouched down to get closer. He had a sinister grin when he spoke. “From the looks of it, this doesn’t seem to be a punishment, does it? No?” I could only shake my head. The eye contact we made conveyed more than what I could verbalize. He saw the look of lust from my diluted pupils. He saw the pores on my face perspiring in hunger. He knew I had given into full submission. Before he stood up, he held my chin down to spit in it. I quietly thanked him. My hole was invaded again. This time it was inanimate. A plug I assumed. Metal. Cold contact. It easily popped in. Lighter than I expected. It was different than other plugs I’ve had. It was as if my hole was exposed, expanded in some way. What a fool I was for mistaking the tunnel for a plug. The knot that held my limbs were then adjusted. It got tighter and caused me to arch. My legs were spread wider apart. My hollow hole could feel the draft. Footsteps then followed. Ben and the rest got closer. I hear straps being unbuckled and zippers being pulled. Were they undressing? I couldn’t contain myself. I can tell my brothers were standing around me. Aside from my spun out breaths, there was dead silence. In an instant, a gush of concentrated chem piss expelled into my hole. The stream shot in an arc, its trajectory uninterrupted and precise by Ben. Not a drop wasted. The same couldn’t be said for the rest. The 3rd brother overflowed my hole. My brothers had to wait for the puddle of piss I contained to turn shallower. Not even halfway through his piss, the next person made my hole spill over again within seconds before jumping in front of me to make it drink it. I slurped with no complaints. The last one couldn’t wait and took the liberty to finish all over my back. Was it the sound of the liquid filling my hole up to the brim? Or was it the hypnotizing stench that lingered? It might also be the heat from the chems, accompanied by the piss covering most of my body. All that matters is that I was in overdrive. It was moments like this where I knew what my calling was. I couldn’t thank my brothers enough. I was left by them for a while to take everything in. Absoring not just their filthy piss but what had transpired. Not a single iota of regret nor shame. Even after sobering up, I look back with zero disgust. I wonder if Brandon could handle what I went through. I returned to Brandon with a duffle bag of goodies. I made him put on stained white jock and commanded him to spread himself eagle style on the mattress. I then took out some ropes and started to knot an anchor at each point. Brandon was proactive. He knew where to place his hands and feet within the loops. There was no turning back now…does he know what’s in store?

Been almost a year since I scored some T so of course I decided to write! As always, sorry for never finishing my previous stories. *The narrator has no name for now, can't think of anything. *Please do suggest / leave feedback I never thought it would come to this. From the mirror across the room I catch myself thrusting onto this recently graduated twink who will soon have his life changed forever. I’d be lying if I say that I don’t see myself in him. Like him, I was clean cut, preppy, & skinny. Like him, I was insecure and felt constricted with the way I lead my life. A decade that felt like a life time. Now, it was a different person in the reflection. The reflection told transformation. Starting from the top with my head ,a faded buzz cut and a septum piercing with some stubble. A chain necklace with a padlock encircled my neck. No longer was my collarbone visible like this twink, it hid under the dense shoulder that flowed onto my broad pecs. Both nipples are pierced, shining slightly among my bushy chest. Arms were thick in volume with both forearms and biceps contoured. I had my left arm locked over the twinks shoulder and the right one locked onto his hips, overpowering him from moving any further. I maintained a pace to not come quick. I like to build up the precum and slowly fill whoever’s ass I’m breeding. My round and firm butt cheeks protruded at every thrust I made. I’ve always had a bubble butt even before taking the gym seriously. It was one of the reasons why I ended up on this path, starting out as the ideal cumdump to slowly building my rank as an initiator. As for the rest of my body, I treated it equally since pumping iron is an important practice when you are a part of Samael’s Brotherhood. Another was to be branded, or in formal term, insignia imprinting. Behind my neck, a burnt scar of an inverted pentagram sized no bigger than a coin etched onto my skin. Below it, curved to encircle the pentagram was a tattoo in Latin that reads, Sanguis meus tibi. My blood is for you Further down, reaching the waist is a tramp stamp displaying a pair of scorpions pointing its sting to each other. Of course, the pièce de résistance is in the front, just below the navel. A standard biohazard tattoo. Both tattoo and branding are obligatory to have if you’re in the brotherhood. Still gazing into the mirror with the sight of me plowing this twink whose name I now remember as Brandon, I felt grateful for turning out this way. It was fate that I joined the brotherhood. If anything, I envy Brandon. To discover and appreciate the brotherhood for the first time again. There he was, bouncing on my 6 inch cock relentlessly with his wide glossy puppy eyes, close to being fully spun. He usually smokes but I chose to give a bootybump instead since the inhibition released is far more drastic than smoking. It sends you to a wild state of surrender that’s only necessary if one wants to be a part of the brotherhood. Brandon had clearly crossed that wild line, mumbling incoherently at times but still lucid. Every 8-10 minutes he would ask if I had come, begging for my potent load when the response was negative (hah). If he wasn’t asking or begging, he would be moaning in deep heavy breaths that would drive me closer to reaching the point of no return. Hence why I try to control my pace. We were both drenched in sweat thanks to the T. It had been more than an hour since I started plowing him. Neither of us were tired in the slightest as we were in sync. Brandon’s slender smooth figure made the fuck effortless as I barely felt any of his weight. I still had my arms locked around him with my head right behind his, whispering how well he was doing and how lucky he was that it was my seed. Even after an hour, his ass was still tight. Clearly a good sign that this is where he belongs. This was also the first time I’ve met Brandon. He’s the 3rd member I’ve initiated and was vetted before hand by the newer members. At 24, he’s now the youngest after me to have joined the brotherhood. Once it’s official, with Brandon we would be 52 brothers. It was 28 when I joined 10 years ago. Expanding isn’t a priority as Samael had founded the Brotherhood as a way for nihilistic gay men that share certain interests to bond for life. Most of the time, one does not seek the brotherhood, rather it seeks you. The first time I was introduced to the brotherhood, I was spun at a bath house taking loads while I was still on prep. I was bout to get my 13th load. My breeder started to speak midway. He was impressed with my ass, kneading it with both hands and gripping onto my waist. He then asked if I thought it was necessary to continue taking prep. How did he even know I was on it? I didn’t say anything. “Do you know how liberating it is? To be connected in a sick twisted way with pleasure being the sole purpose?” I was lucky to have Samael himself make the proposition. At 6’2, he was fit and lean yet his veins popped out and his face looked hollow at certain angles. He looked good at 50 whereas I was 5’10, lanky and just turned 26. It was from him that I learnt to take my time when it comes to breeding. Samael took his time to explain to me in detail of the brotherhood. Somehow, his words mixed with the effect of the T convinced me to seek out further. The timing too couldn’t be better as I was the last few members that were initiated through a gangbang. I still remember that night. I had been strapped onto a fuck bench for the entire night in a leather jock. I was taking my 17th charged load. I had been off Prep for 2 months. My forehead was dropping bullets of sweat, obviously spun from my first booty bump. Samael approached to kneel and craddle my head to tell me how proud he was that I was committing myself to it. I could only nod in my inebriated state as I hear my breeder moaned for the 3rd time before collapsing his weight on me to ask if I felt his warm toxic babies. I was in ecstasy by what was said because despite being incapable of speech, I truly did feel the warmth of his load jetting into me, rope by rope. The sensation had put me on a different dimension. There was also another breeder who was telling me how being poz is starting a new life and that I wouldn’t miss my neg days, how he hopes that its his load that’s going to seal the deal. Even with my limp dick, he successfully jacked me off to feed my supposed last neg load. I don’t remember everything from that night in detail but the highlights are definitely ingrained in my memory. I got branded the same week and booked the tattoo appointment the day the results came out. Although it seems hedonistic, there is a guide or fundamental tenets as Samael puts it. Out of 10, one of them was the importance of physical exercise. It took me a while to get used to the gym but the more I went, the better I felt. It was also good for cruising. I’d get loaded up in the shower when it wasn’t busy or blow some DL guys in the parking lot. A side effect of joining the brotherhood, which I see as a good thing is how raunchier I became. Before, I would cruise in the forest but never in the gym. Now, even in the washrooms I would linger and wait. Something bout sucking cocks that have an after taste of piss turned me on. When one of my brothers and I gym together, we would lick each others pit off to savour the sweat before fucking in the shower together. I became piggier and less inhibited, even while sober. My brothers tell me to embrace this newfound tendency and to never be ashamed. With Brandon, I wasn’t sure how he was. He had already smoked T when I found him on all four. I started to rim him first to gage how sensitive he was. Apart from the low exhalations, he seemed to be someone who’s in control. I took the liberty to ask him yes/no questions while he was sucking my cock. So far he does have a pig side to him that you wouldn’t tell. He nodded ok to piss, ok to pits, sweat, the usuals. To truly test how far he can go, I made him a booty bump after he was done sucking. That was when the party had actually started. Back to how we were still fucking doggie style and Brandon’s out of his mind, I proceeded to ask him why he wants to join the brotherhood…

Vinny's place was a large loft that had been under rent control for ages. In the middle of the main room lay a sling surrounded by chaise sofas. We gathered on the sectionals right after we got the delivery. Pure unbroken rocks with minimal shards & dust. I took the liberty to prepare our special supper. 4 glasses of vodka topped with G. I added 3 times the amount in one. From the drawers, 2 bottles of poppers, a sachet of K and an oral syringe. I turned the oven on to concoct Rowan's dessert. He was tongue tied to Vinny now while slowly getting undressed by Jonas. I returned to interrupt them with tonight's treats. The same metal tray we've used countless of times sparked Rowan's curiosity. None of us elaborated further on what they were. Vinny called it an illicit charcuterie board. Jonas withdrew some pipes and torch after we downed the drinks to start the night. Rowan, now topless, kept his gaze on me. In his drunken state, he had no qualms taking the smoke from Jonas when they made out again. Vinny and I went to the other side of the room to gather our tools. A few whips, ropes & toys for his first round. We came back to see Rowan getting eaten by Jonas, nude and submissible. Childs play, Vinny and I taught. He was hornier now, impatient to get off. It was still early and we knew how important it was to take our time. It was hard to see Rowan sit still. We all still had our clothes on but he was sweating the most. It gave me flashbacks. More clouds were blown and we started to watch some porn Vinny put up on the projector. Vinny always had something to say so the conversations never waned. Rowan tried to keep up with us but we could tell he was eyeing the sling. "So Mark-Mason....you don't find Rowan here cute? Look at him, he wants a bit of you too" Jonas almost slipped. Thankfully it flew over Rowan. "Nah, not really, not my type" "What is your type?" Rowan's eyes were glossy and dilated when he spoke up. He shot a different look at me now. "The submissive kind - the kind to hate themselves but can't deny that they're a hungry hole. A fag." Vinny had his hand by Rowan's neck, questioning him if he was one. "I don't know.. what do you think?" "It's not what I think but how you see yourself. We're not going to coerce you to do anything you don't want to. You're free to explore with us.." I agreed with Vinny and kept my gaze on Rowan more now. Jonas then told him that he has a couple of ideas while fondling him. Vinny revealed the gears and made Rowan wore a leather jock and harness. An excitement elicited from him when he saw his reflection. I passed the syringe to Jonas who easily led him to douche. When they returned to the room, Vinny and I had already cleared the furniture to make space for the sling. "How bout it? You've been looking at it for a while now.." He said no more words. Only lust in his eyes as he approached it. Jonas carried him to mount himself in the straps. I brought the locks to secure his limbs tight. He gave in with no resistance. . We let him get comfortable in it while we hit another round of clouds. We also put a gas mask on him to connect a tube for the smoke. Jonas was the first to undress. He came up to the sling and I heard Rowan muffling bout his tattoos. Did he know what the biohazard on Jonas' navel meant? Rowan was starting to spin now from how heavy he was breathing. It was futile for more smoke was being fed through the mask. Jonas took out 5 different sizes of dildos. "Let's do this slow and steady. It's your first time doing this no? Don't nod, we want you to say it" "Yes, it's my f-f-first time.." "And you're going to leave this place as a hole aren't you?" "Yes..." Jonas gave him a light slap to correct him. Everything that had transpired between them from the bar had dissipated. "Yes what?" "Yes...Sir?" "Good...and not just a hole but a fuh? A fuh what?" "A fag" "Good boy, good boy." He screeched at the first 2 dildos entering him. By the 4th, his hole had started to loosen up. Vinny and I stood by both of his sides with Jonas right in front. I held his head and took the mask off to look at him once more. A look that verified everything. "You're not wrong, Rowan. We have met. Remember me? The fag?" Rowan started to struggle. He had no response. Jonas had to revert to how he was to calm Rowan down. "Hey hey don't worry we're friends now aren't we..? We've been getting along so well..." I chuckled and continued to hold his head. "Yeah Rowan. What are old pals for? Don't think too much, you're in a safe space. I'll be back..." Vinny too held his head to assure him that we meant no harm. "Just enjoy the moment. Mark doesn't have to be here. You're not his type. It can be just us two..." "But..but I want him. I need him. Please." Clearly, he was spinning. Just as expected. "If you say so.." The 3 of us exchanged the familiar unspoken look. It conveyed that the plan was going accordingly. Either way, I left momentarily to browse BBRT, hoping to find some last minute tops looking to drop their loads in the area.

Even if it happened decades ago, I can still relive it like it was yesterday. I am 17 and I am getting into the shower after soccer practice. The other boys had left except for Rowan. He was leaning by his locker with his back resting against the metal door, in his shorts and knee-length socks, glimmering in sweat. I was shirts, he was skins. The heat was close to unbearable. He had been eyeing me while I took off my clothes, tying a towel around my waist. He shot an inviting look at me which I didn't pay much attention to, a mistake I realized once I was done cleaning myself. He stood behind the shower curtain after I yanked it open. We were inches apart, equal in height. He had been honing his physique at the gym, making the most out of the final stages of puberty. A patchy stubble covered his chin with much less acne than I had. Unlike him, I was a late bloomer. His hair was brighter than mine with shades of his roots being blond, wavy and malleable to any current trend whereas I had dark black curls springing out of my head with no uniformity. Grooming wasn't my priority back then. Keeping my sexuality hidden was. We faced each other and with only a few seconds for me to fully register his presence, he tilted in for a kiss that I willingly responded. It felt strange, having my first kiss. Exciting too, but I wasn't ready. I had been ambushed. I pushed him away to leave the stall. I rushed to make my way back after realizing his pursuit. I hurriedly opened my locker to grab my things. In an instant, a loud bang came behind me. My head shoved into the hollow compartment of the upper locker with an echoing force. I pulled myself out to face Rowan again. He grabbed my shoulders in a grip before slamming me onto the wall of metal doors. Another echo. "Listen here fag, whatever you think happened, didn't happen. If I hear any shit from those other queers you hang with, you're done." Not only do I remember the exact words he said, I remembered that conflicted look he had. A look mostly of lust with hints of rage rooted in denial. "You got that, fag?" I was in a shock that made me speechless. I nodded with eyes closed. Up and down up and down. When I opened them, I found myself alone, trying to control myself from shaking any further. I was released, I told myself repeatedly. I never made eye contact with Rowan since then. ************************************************************** 20 years have passed and I no longer recognize that lanky middle eastern boy hyperventilating in his towel. I embraced myself. I was proud of who I was. I know no shame. At 19, I started to take loads. Never once did I think of condoms. I was lucky to learn what it meant to be a cumdump at a young age. Sometimes while I was getting railed, I'd imagine it was Rowan. The moans from the strangers that bred me were loud, always filled with a certain kind of vigour. It reminded me of him when he called me a fag. From then on, I slowly got turned on from being humiliated. It was only the tip of the iceberg I refer to as my sexuality. By 24, I graduated college. My whole undergrad was taken care of thanks to the relationship I had with my Master. I owe all my life's knowledge of kinks to him. I met Master Paul at the bathhouse when I first moved to the city. He knew I had experience, but nothing outside of being a cumdump. I was 20, he was 58. He was impressed at how well I bottomed but also noted the skills I lacked. He built his proposal carefully, making me read up on what it meant to be his servant. What BDSM was. He taught me everything. Even his friends contributed. They taught me how to work out, how to build strength. They'd fuck me while instructing me on what I needed to improve on. "You're supposed to squat, not jump. Build the momentum.." "This is how you arch without aching your arms. You got to know your center of gravity." "Controlling your hole isn't a bout keeping it open or close, but more about holding the cock in a way that your nerves aren't tensed. Controlling it will determine whether you wanna keep a tight ass or be stretched out" I saw my body changing, transformed similarly like Rowan's but better. My sex drive changed. I'd be turned on by different, newer things. I adapted to the kinks and fetish I originally averted. Master had always told me from the start that with time I will submit. Submission wasn't difficult when there was T. 3 months into our relationship, he showed me how powerful crystal was. He taught me the way to consume it, how to build tolerance for it and most importantly, how to control myself from tweaking too hard. "If you're at a point where you're not sure if you're there anymore, then it's already too late. Game over. Destined to be a wasted tweaker forever." The last person in my position had been chasing the dragon for too long that he had forgotten his role. Master kicked him out with no afterthought. Discipline was his number one rule. He never spoke of the previous houseboys he had. In a way, what we had was professional. I had no financial issues and I lived in a nice place. Initially, I was bound to only a cage but with time I was allowed to share the bed. I stopped crawling regularly in the house after a year. Our roles changed. Once I finished school, he still called me boy, but I was expected to call him Daddy. "Now you're all big and handsome, it's not right to treat you like dirt anymore. You're family. Right, son?" He told me this while he was 8 inches deep in me, twisting his thrusts to touch my prostate. I still remembered, nodding in an affirmative "yes, yes I'm your son." "I'm so glad that you see yourself as part of the family too. The next time I breed you, you will officially be my son." His sweat dripped onto my face with some landing into my open mouth. I licked my lips to savour its salinity. The loud moan of relief was close. As expected, he held onto the sheets tightly, looked down into my eyes and screeched in ecstasy, filling me with his warm load. He stayed in me while I spooned into him, both of us moist as our bare body was in contact. We were both hairy, but I packed more. All around my body was a dark curly thick bush that never failed to catch anyone's attention, especially Master's friends. They envied him for having someone with a body like mine. The gym also helped to define the hair revealing itself from my cracks. I know when other guys glance at my pits or my happy trail. It took a long time to appreciate my semitic features. It was true, I was maturing. That night, with his hard-on still in me, Master revealed that he had never been with anyone for 5 years. He told me how he wanted to give me a special gift for our 5th anniversary. How he would stop taking his meds soon and impregnate me. Never throughout our relationship did imagine this offer. "You'd like that? Be my son? Give me grandchildren?" It sounded extremely enticing. I was about to take a new responsibility. I was already topping the twinks who'd always stare at me at the gym, but bottoming was always the norm. Things were changing. A few months later, on an unassuming Sunday morning, I woke up blindfolded and bound. It was our 5th anniversary. I was told that we were going to the bathhouse where we met but I I could tell that we were home. I was fed more T than I'd ever consumed. From the bootybump to the smoke, I'm only lucky to avoid a slam since Master detested needles. There were also poppers. The celebration took up the whole day. I'd almost forgotten that the goal was my conversion. Around 12 of Master's friends were there. After having my hole and nipples played with all kinds of toys and torture, the blindfold was taken off. I was still on the bed with my limbs tied to each post. My legs were then adjusted to be closer to my arms, lifting it high to expose my ass. I stayed in this position for the next few hours. With the T flowing endlessly, I easily surrendered myself to Master. I was proud of myself for not tweaking. It wasn't linear, but I remembered each of Master's friends who bred me without missing a single word they said. "Look at you boy, you've grown up to be a fuckin fine specimen." "It was always going to be like this you know, find a cute boy like you to train and discipline. Extra points to Paul for being more diverse this time." "We all carry the same strain and we've never paused our meds. First time for everything right? Hopefully this strain's still as potent as it was in the 90s" "What a pretty boy with a nice tight ass. I told you that it was worth it to work out. Look at these legs. Fuck. Just right for a good pozzing." "I hope you enjoy these last few moments of being neg, there's no turning back from here on, boy." "Son, we're so grateful to have you take our seed, truly. I know how you like it when we call you a fag. See, you never fail to give that look when I say it that way. After this, when you're officially my son, it's you who'll find other fags. Okay, son?" I lost track of the times they came in me. It wasn't just one each. They took turns, switched their spots at times but never did the fucking come to a halt. A sharpie was used to tally the amount of loads on my asscheeks. 7 herringbones amounting to 35 when I saw my reflection from across the room. Master inserted a steel plug to contain it. I had fulfilled my purpose. About a month later, I experienced a flu like no other. It lasted for a week. Master took care of me with a care that I'd never seen before. He had never been as gentle as he was. I truly believed in our connection. I'd never seen him so content when he cradled me. It dawned on both of us. I had converted. A part of him was in me now. I lay in my cold sweat with gratitude, looking up to Daddy who craned down to kiss me. Over the years I had established myself within the community Master introduced me to. When I turned 30, Master made the decision to release me. I didn't understand it at first, but it made sense when I looked back at the circumstances we met. He told me that he was going to go somewhere far, how he's passing the baton onto me. I was free to stop taking my meds. He was going to sell the place. I was going to be on my own for the first time in 10 years. By then I had a strong relationship with his friends who I ultimately call family. It wasn't hard to live up to Master's lifestyle. I had 2 slaves who listened and obeyed but they didn't live-in like I did. They'd show up my door in the morning and be on their way by sunset. Sometimes when I wasn't in the mood, I'd call Vinny and Jonas to take my place. They were Master's first friends that I played with most when I was still unexperienced. Master had trusted them so it was only natural that I kept them close. The passage of time didn't just lead to Master's departure, but also most of the other members of his pack. Eventually, it was just the 3 of us who'd meet up regularly regardless if there would be any fucking or smoking. We had a bond that exceeded our lust. When work wasn't draining, I'd hit them up to hit up the bar and test our luck. Fortune favoured us given that we'd usually stand out. Anyone who saw us would take a double take. Here I was in my early 30s, built like a modern janissary whose distinctive features caught looks from every corner. Next was Vinny who share some of my features albeit more mediterranean. He possessed broad shoulders and thick thighs. At 50 he was the oldest and was also the shortest, though none of it made him any less desirable than the rest of us. We were equally capable of attracting anyone. Finally, Jonas. Jonas was the youngest before Master introduced me. Now at 44, he had a bronze complexion that enabled him to be the most tanned and towered us at 6'2. Lean and active in calisthenics, he had little body fat. He'd wear his clothes tight, right to the fit with pants hanging low to showcase his accentuated hips and v-lined abs. His long face always spotted a stubble. His facial features, ambiguous like the rest of us was due to his Brazilian background. It remained a mystery whether the size of his cock was also due to that. We stood out because we did not look like most of the patrons where we found ourselves in. We were fetishized to our advantage. We sat at our usual corner at the Eagle on a Friday night. Since it was pride week, a fundraising karaoke was being held. A bigger crowd meant we had a bigger net to fish with. The singing was tolerable since we were above, hearing more of the background music than the stage. After an intermission, the host brought up the next volunteer who sang Erasure's A Little Respect. It was the first time we heard actual singing. A wave of claps came from the crowd at its conclusion, followed by the host questioning him. Vinny gave my arm a nudge so I got up to the railing to scout and report. I didn't notice Jonas had been gone throughout the song. Chances are, he was getting blown somewhere. As I look down to the stage, I clenched my jaws when I saw the person standing next to the host, mic still in his hands. Motherfuckin Rowan Martin. He no longer resembled the threatening teenager who I kissed for the first time. Physically he remained the same but his hair was longer, almost touching his shoulders. On his right eyebrow he spotted a studded piercing. He wore a tank top that showed a rainbow tattoo on his right shoulder. Vulnerability hit me for the first time in years after seeing him, as if we were in the locker room again. I disengaged from the crowd, coming back to my senses when Jonas appeared with his arms around me, gloating how he blew his load in some tourist. I told him who the singer was. "Homophobic teen angst aside, he's kinda cute." He was, I'm not gonna lie. No longer was he as masculine as he thought he was. His posture remained stiff but his body language was more loose. He'd move his arms and hands when he spoke, bearing no resemblance to the star player accepting his award. Dare I say his pitch was higher too? Bottom, Jonas and I said out loud in unison. "A power bottom?" Vinny's voice came behind us. He wondered why we were standing for so long. Jonas filled him in. He chuckled. "I think you should one-up him by singing Ironic. Don't you think?" "It's like raaaiiiiin..." Jonas continued. I tried to entertain them, but they could tell I was off. They stopped to embrace me, giving an assuring nod and a look which told me that whatever I plan to do, I have their full support. I excused myself to go down to approach Rowan. I wasn't going to let that vulnerability resurface again. I hear him talking of the fundraiser, how he didn't know what it was and he just wanted to sing & contribute to a cause. He pointed to the friends he was with, a group of 5 who dressed and looked exactly like him. It reminded me of the twinks I'd fuck in the darkroom, the kind who thinks that the world revolved around them. I zipped right to him with my drink before dropping it when he got off the stage. Only when he looked up after I apologized did he realize who I was. It took him a while. A look of surprise that he tried to keep it cool. I acted like a stranger. After all, I was unrecognizable from my year book photos. "I just wanna say that that was amazing. Good song choice." "Thanks. You look really familiar. Have we met?" "I don't think so. I'm not on the apps & I'm new here." I carried the conversation with him the same way I did with any other men that would become my prey. I brought him up where I introduced Vinny and Jonas as my tour guides. They followed the ruse like clockwork. After a couple of rounds, Vinny took the lead. "Apologies for being forward but what do you say we all go to my place to hang a bit more?" Jonas and I agreed nonchalantly while Rowan took a pause before agreeing. All throughout the night he had been glancing at me, trying to analyze and confirm his suspicions. One thing for sure was that the drinks didn't help and I paid no attention to him, focused only on Vinny and Jonas. I responded to whatever he said without ever looking at him. I knew the consequences for not acknowledging him would be in my favour this time. In the cab, Rowan and Jonas were getting tipsy, flirting with their heads close to another. In the passenger seat, I gave a wink to Jonas who started to make out. Vinny came from behind to ask what tonight's plans were. I pulled up my phone to type it out. "A test. Nothing too drastic at first. A mild one that will gradually turn to a series of punishments which he'll willingly endure. An atonement he'll realize and submit to." He pat my back and whispered that he'll text the guy to deliver the good stuff once we reached his place. Jonas' hands were now grappling underneath Rowan's clothes. A plan was now set in motion.

By sunrise, Chris was in solitude once more. Ludvig was going through the recordings, carefully editing to meet their standards while Ludvig cleaned up. They had taken a polaroid of themselves with Chris in between. A pig was born that weekend. Successfully, the pig learned to be a stallion after its diagnosis. For the two men, it was a milestone to restart the mission they had forgotten. After his fever passed, Chris was granted the liberty to fuck and initiate future members. His attitude too had changed. No longer was he bound to Klaus. He was bolder to him though more obedient when Ludvig was around. The two seniors act as a single unit to command his behaviour. He had earned their respect. Chris took the credit for introducing the next 2 members of their family. He got stronger, bigger than before in the hopes of coming close to looking like the bear who scarred him. Not a moment wasted in the gym. Thick veins appeared throughout his body. Unlike other members, he did not spend his time much around his seniors. He found his own independence that consisted of breeding guys who couldn't resist themselves to his towering frame. He was relishing his newfound ability as a top. It was a waste to not make most of his colossal legs. Cameron, although being the 4th join the family was everyone's favourite. There was a reason why his scenes were the longest. The first 3 members including Chris were trial runs. They had perfected their ritual with Cameron. He was the only one that Ludvig and Klaus equally shared. After all, he was the youngest before Andy showed up. Compared to Chris, he could pass off as his younger brother. They both radiated a fraternal bond that Ludvig and Klaus lacked. After Ludvig declared my candidacy, the group hummed approvingly in unison. Ludvig took the stage. "This prospect I found has proved his potential in such a short time. My original blood, Klaus, has seen what he is capable of. I implore those who was once in this same position to reach a consensus on whether it is time to welcome the 8th member." Klaus then continued. "Ludvig and I would like to remind you how auspicious the number 8 is. Unlike previous initiates, we'd like to have your input to show our confidence in each of you in being a part of this family. There's only so much we can do as the head of the family. Contemplate well on whether Andy deserves to be a part of our kin. We will follow approval according to seniority with no vetoes allowed. Ludvig, you may begin after the inspection." Still fixed onto the bed, I was ambushed by the men who made spared no time to examine every inch of me. Hands slid from under my pits to my thighs. Some took the chance to rim the outer rings of my hole that was still plugged, attempting to push and pull their tongue out through the edge of my crack. I overheard Chris who praised how tight I was when he held it like a joystick. Soon, the groping came to a halt and the circle reformed itself. Subsequently, I heard the revolution of "Ayes" coming from different directions clockwise. Starting with Ludvig to Cameron at the midpoint, the final Aye came from Enzo. He had a mediterranean look whose body hair was 2nd to that of Chris. He wasn't as muscular as most of them but had a similar swimmer figure like mine. Ludvig spoke. "Excellent. It is decided. Klaus and I speak on behalf of Helmut whose gift we carry and aim to preserve for eternity. As his progeny, all of you have exercised your rights to share and extend the blood line tonight. I thank you for this. Klaus and I thank you for this." The trance music got heavier to be more ominous, reflecting the change in mood. I felt a grip on the plug. Klaus removed it with haste, releasing a screeching moan which I couldn't contain. He climbed onto me like a black widow establishing its nest. The bed I was tied to was its newfound web. He was careful in his caress with his hard cock gliding across my back. I took it with no hesitation. His thrusts were quicker than Ludvig. Quieter than him, he too was quicker. It was only til I heard his scream like moan that I realized he came. I was plugged immediately after he got up. It was Chris' turn. My legs paralyzed at the touch of his hands brushing my calves. He was retightening the ropes to ensure I stayed still. Klaus had made a mess. My head was beginning to pop off the bed with my hands supporting itself on the carpeted floor. Chris fixed the ropes to make me comfortable. My limbs symmetrically extended back to the edges again. In its original position, my head formed the start of an axis with my hole at the end. He rested himself on me, letting his weight act upon me. It felt majestic. It didn't feel forced. He took his time with me, allowing myself to acclimatize to him. Skin to skin, the heat he radiated lead me to perspire as much as he was. His thick and hard cock was in between my ass cheeks that acted as a barricade. It didn't take long for him to seize my vulnerability. He squeezed and rubbed my back, starting from my shoulders to open myself. The only response I could give was to lift my legs, spreading it further for my hole to open wide. There was a tiny sharp pain that followed when his cock popped into me. Perhaps it was his girth that was extending my hole. Ludvig placed a bottle of poppers under my nostrils to alleviate Chris' intrusion. After I had exhausted both of my nostrils to hit 5 times, Chris was fully in me. I started to spin before experiencing an overwhelming rush that elevated my heart rate. With Chris' cock, I could make my hole gyrate itself with a kind of cognition that my mouth could. Just like how I took a cock in my mouth with my throat, the same could be said with my hole. I saw in the mirror that Chris was pleased. His facial expressions varied on the degrees of satisfaction he was experiencing. My hole was proving itself to be a cunt. "I want you listen to my instructions. I say hold, you'll hold. I say let go, you'll let go, release it. Understood?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes, Sir." "Good, boy." At first, his instructions were easy to follow. It got predictable for a while. I hadn't made any mistakes. I would loosen my hole's grip when he pulled out, tightening at the right moment he pushed back in. We were in sync. It gradually turned difficult when he fastened his pace, giving me little time to grip or release. He knew I had more to learn. He got bored of penetrating. He pulled out and told me to tighten myself as hard as I could. I was told to focus on tightening indefinitely. I squeezed my eyes shut. He brushed the tip of his cock on my hole. Repeatedly, he said "not yet...." I try to ignore his tease by focusing on my grip, never to release. "That hole better be tightly shut now.." His plunge was inevitable though not without resistance. A quarter of his cock had swiftly entered in me. We were both astonished at how strong my kegel muscle was at withstanding the rest. The men around us were also amazed. Chris reach up to tell me how good I was. "That's it... that's it. I didn't expect that. Don't release. Let my cock intrude you.." I stayed true to my words. He loved challenging his manhood. Carefully, he managed to position himself to enter with a painless force that made us moan in competition. Once I fully felt him in me did our moans end. We were in heavy pants now. I still held onto the grip, even if it changed with the volume. I did not let go and Chris' remained impressed at this feat. Other bottoms would've been loose and used from the size of his cock. I like to think that the previous plugs I've had had contributed to how good I was. He was thinking what his next moves were. We were still and so were the rest of the spectators who remained in awe. The melodic instrumental music was the only reminder that time passed. "Let go" Finally, I decompress to accommodate Chris' thick cock. I exhaled in relief as the nerves in my rectum responded to the pressure of his girth. It was a tiny reward I had earned. A reward which I shortly enjoyed. I barely had enough time to catch my breath before being held down. "Hold" I did as I had. It was harder. That fleeting moment of release had ruined the momentum I had built. "Harder." Chris was grinning. I had to realign my focus. I didn't care that I was drenched in sweat. The next few attempts I made to tighten myself were followed by an increasingly louder groan. I was not about to yield. I pleaded Chris to not thrust. I told him to wait, let me focus. I caught Ludvig's gaze in my desperation. Like a guardian angel he came with a pipe, giving me a boost of smoke in his peck, whispering how fucking amazing I was doing. I felt the hit came onto me. It was the restart button I needed. I heard Chris. "Woah woah now we're back" I was holding and releasing myself at my own liking, milking his cock with the strength of my insides. He had forgotten who was in charge. "Relax bitch, I'm not ready to come yet. HOLD!" I froze. It was overwhelming to have him do this. I had exceeded his and everyone's expectations from the way I've been performing. I easily gripped my hole that was now leaking his precum. I was held down again. With his bodyweight resting on me, he fucked me in a rhythm that put us in bliss. I was still listening to his commands, squeezing and releasing at his thrusts. As he got closer to climax, I found the determination to tighten myself with every ounce I had. The hit was still fresh. Chris' groan got louder as I squeezed myself from every entry and exit he made. The precum could only do so much as a lube. "You learn quick. Not much to say now except to grip as as hard as you can to milk this charged seed, bitch." His moans were louder than Ludvig. The walls even reflected the sound to an echo. Every jet of cum he released was followed by a satisfied groan that sounded like an intricately composed piece of music. Second to cum, the primal noise produced from getting bred ravaged me. It was pleasing the other party that fulfilled my desire. I had stopped prioritizing my own cock for I knew my purpose to being the cumdump I was slowly turning to. I couldn't wait to move out, either to live with Ludvig or with anyone in this new family. I was ready. I wanted to get my nipples done, ink up to show my real self. All of these desires I verbalized out loud to the room after Chris was done. I heard claps and whispers of approval from the circle. Ludvig mentioned the importance of being patient. I then took another hit from him. Klaus got down to tell me how I've to be more tweaked before I could get what I want. I nodded. There were 4 guys left: Paul, Yannick, Cameron & Enzo. Paul looked similar to Ludvig, though a decade younger. His head was cleanly shaved. Only in a leather vest and jock, he wore a chain around his neck with multiple piercings at each ears. His eye sockets were hollow. He was grim in every other way. The best I could describe him was an in between of a punk and a skin head, especially when he was the only person in steel toed boots. His voice didn't suit his appearance. He was soft-spoken yet demanding. He first observed me from the head of the mattress. After receiving a series of nods from the rest of the guys, I felt my limbs released for the first time in hours. A hood and a pair of headphones was put onto me and I couldn't see or hear what transpired next. The right decision was to not fight it. I was already halfway there. Time was still difficult for me to tell. All I know was that I wasn't in the same room. Maybe I was transported, maybe I was stripped. I caught a quick glance of a window with a view of the city when my hood was switched for a blindfold. It was still dark. It wasn't the same apartment I was in. The headphones turned out to be more functional than just blocking external noise. The similar tune I had heard started to play when I felt myself seated with my back reclined. It was padded but flat, industrial I thought. My hands were placed on the armrest, bounded by straps. My legs were spread with a sort of cushion resting under each of my thighs. Like my hands, my ankles were bound to whatever that was lifting my legs. I was squatting in this seat. Whatever I was in was most likely used in medical settings. The music transitioned to Paul's distinct voice. "Hello Andy. I hope you find yourself comfortable. We have been listening to you since the start of the evening. You might not remember what you said, but we do. We took notes & discussed on what would suit you best. Don't worry. We are confident that you will love it when you see it. So far, you've behaved very well. Keep it up and you'll be a part of us in no time." Electronic chimes continued to flood my ears after what Paul said. I was confused and curious. What was going to happen? The track got heavier. It reminded me of The Prodigy. I then hear my voice through the bass building itself. I couldn't believe what I heard or said. "Ink me, brand me to show the world I'm a part of you, please.." "When are you gonna fill me up with your poz loads, Chris?" "Make me like you. Destroy my past. My future is here. I don't care" Deep down, I couldn't deny it was me. I said it right before Paul. I was gooning hard. I also had no regrets. If that was what I said then be it. A conversation between Ludvig and I played after. "When it's official, I want to spend the night with just the 2 of us.. " "I'd like that.." "It feels different to breed after you're a part of us. Every breed is like an act of service" "Really?" "Truly....you can gift anyone, but there's more when it comes to joining a family like us.." I couldn't tell how long the recordings were. The glitch in the noises mixed in the background distracted myself from fully absorbing it. Plus, I was spun. When I felt the headphones taken off, I shouted my gratitude to no reply. I knew there was someone. There was at least 3 of them. Ludvig was there. Even if no one spoke a word, I was still fed with hits of T from that familiar lips of his. It assured me to trust the process. It must be the same thing that Cameron experienced. This was happening. Whatever I saw in those videos. They were preparing their tools. I heard a clipper turned on. I don't remember much of what he had gone through but he was unrecognizable after. Yes, that was what I want. Forget about my past.

Chris' transformation to a pig was similar to that of Klaus and Ludvig. Both men had willfully succumbed to Helmut's proposal with no resistance. Both were more courageous if anything when considering the actual risk they put themselves in. It was a leap of faith that they had no idea would last more than a decade. It is a fact that they had converted other men, though there had never been any further contact. They had forgotten their mentor's wishes. It was Chris who was their first official initiate. His cock was locked in a steel cage for 4 weeks after that night. Every 2 days, Ludvig dedicated to having his cum only in Chris. By the 3rd week, Chris experienced a fever like no other one Saturday morning. The timing for a celebration couldn't be better. That evening, Ludvig's ad for a cumdump that would take any loads was RSVP'd by around 18 guys in the area. Chris, still in a haze, was chained onto a sling with a gas mask with the same jock. A chain with a padlock was placed around his neck. The key Klaus pulled out from it was used to unlock the chastity device. During the 4 weeks, Chris had been deprived of T by Ludvig to control his consumption in order to build tolerance. The mask, connected to the water pipe Klaus had would feed him at intervals. The first hit Chris had after weeks was cathartic. Previously he couldn't contain his erection within the cage when Ludvig slid himself into him. Now, it didn't matter. He discovered how to use his hole during his time with Ludvig. Klaus gave the first fuck before the men arrived. "It's as if your cunt has been reupholstered" Chris managed to only nod when he heard those words, squinting his eyes in an attempt to make out Klaus' face through the foggy lens. Anything he said was muffled. The closest thing to a safe word he had was an additional handle that was hooked onto the chain of the sling that he could use. Much to the surprise of Ludvig and Klaus, it was never used. It earned him a newfound form of respect from them. That night, Chris took the loads as if it was his sole duty. He was able to move his hips into each men who penetrated him that night. The T was his fuel. He had longed for it every time Ludvig had finished in him during those weeks. At first, Ludvig would tell him that he would get a hit the next time he gets bred yet each time his wish wasn't granted when it was just the two of them. Klaus would at times come up to exhale his smoke onto his body to tease without ever reaching anywhere above his chest. He feared that he would forget the pleasure of T. He held onto the memory of it as much as he could, telling himself that he will earn it. It motivated him to prove himself to them. When the smoke travelling from the tubes to his mask had engulfed him, the familiar feeling that he thought would return was less familiar. It was stronger than before. The boost of dopamine elevated him with his inner desire coming out with no more shame nor worries as before. The fear of the unknown had disappeared. He began to ride the dragon like Ludvig and Klaus did, capable of control. He no longer drooled and became docile to anyone's pleasure like the rag doll he once was. Rather, he participated in surrendering himself. He tirelessly moved his legs and arms, bound to the slings in the effort to follow the pace of getting fucked. The lucky men who got a taste of Chris' cunt were most middle-aged, above average in their looks. Ludvig was selective. Initially, more than 30 guys were interested. Out of 18, around 11 were poz. Out of 11, 3 weren't on meds or never bothered to test. Of course, it was those 3 that stuck with Chris. *1/3 Bear Furry and close to Chris' height and age, the first 'I don't care what my status was' was a bear who fucked like he found the perfect cub. It was this man who Chris modelled himself after when it came to his physique. Pants down and his flannels unbuttoned, he had a strong abdomen under an irresistible beer belly with canon arms that could carry the earth. Chris would feel the tremors coming from each thrust, never letting go of the sling chains to withstand the momentum. A wide smile would appear out of bristling facial hair as he entered himself into Chris. His girth was bigger than the rest, dilating Chris' hole to be called a proper cunt as the bear declared. "This is how your cunt becomes an actual cunt." Waves of cheer swept around the room. Ludvig and Klaus had their own camera on record, turning to different angles to capture the men's enthusiasm for Chris. Klaus replaced the gas mask with a leather one, exposing only the nostrils and mouth. Ludvig fed him water before giving him his first taste of cock. He took it with determination like never before. Every cock he took he had it in fully, ignoring the limits of his gag reflex. Aside from the few twitches, Chris did not flinch. No one was bothered by the time the bear spent on Chris. He was giving them a performance. By the time the bear was about to come, 2 other guys had fed Chris their cum. Klaus wasted no time to taste it from the smooch he and Chris exchanged. He even spit onto his hole for the bear. This sped up the bear to come quicker. He increased his pace and pulled the mask off to look into Chris' eyes. Wide and glossy. His groans and moans were louder for the room to hear. For the crowd, the sight of his face was like a piñata finally cracking open. An suddenly uproar erupted. Impatient with lust, 2 guys approached themselves to line behind the bear. One tried to get ahead and attempted to pull the bear away. Before he could even reach his arm out, the bear came with a loud roar, silencing the room back to its original state. In those moments, Chris felt the warm jets of cum going into him, coating the inner linings of his hole turned cunt. He expected more words from the bear, but the bear was not one to say much. There was friction when the bear pulled himself out of Chris. His cunt couldn't contain the 5th load. It didn't close up like it had. It was turning to a gape. He had to tilt himself above, legs grasping for a higher angle to stop the cum from dripping. Ludvig adjusted the chains on his legs when the bear exited. Chris' legs were now higher than his torso, ass faced upwards. At this level, everyone could see his cumfilled hole wide open. Overflowed at first, the loads got shallower as it went further into Chris' hollow cunt to avoid any more waste. Chris hoped to absorb as much as he can. There was a pause before the next guys turn. The loads were settling itself, brewing deeper into Chris. The next 2 men weren't as memorable as the bear who had undeniably raised the bar. After the 7th guy came, the crowd's excitement started to wane. Chris reverted to being a hole instead of the ambitious cunt he was an hour before. He felt the 2 loads shooting in him, though the guys lacked passion. Base on experience, Ludvig and Klaus expected that there would be a plateau when it came to hosting a cumdump. Even if the bottom was putting their all, the guys can be a wildcard every now and then. Yet they were never pessimistic. The 8th man who came up reignited the ruckus. *2/3 Red Blooded American Rancher A stetson hat covered his face like a dimmed halo. He wore a heavy olive shirt that was tucked into a pair of denim jeans. Further below, polished riding boots with intricate design. The shiny silver buckle of his belt displayed a bald eagle whose foreground was that of the American flag. What stood out when he took his hat off was the horseshoe moustache he spotted under his aquiline nose that made up the long face he owned. Hair parted sideways long enough to reach his ears. He was slender and lean at certain parts, indicating a physically demanding lifestyle. Chris had to do a second take when he felt the hat was put on. It propelled him to behave more seriously and less docile. It was time to wake up. The cowboy spoke in a deep southern drawl that magnetized Chris as well as the crowd, all ears. "Lord have mercy, I'm one lucky fella to find a catch like you this far out. I had a feelin' deep inside me that somethin' good was awaitin' when I saw that pic of yours. I'll be darned..look at that cream ..." He took out his own pipe and lit it right before giving a shotgun. 3-5 hits later and Chris got close to tweaking, more inebriated and prone to the influence that was about to unfold. He took his time kneading Chris' chest, twisting the nipples and sniffing his pits. He noticed how Chris' hole had reverted from the gape to be closed like a navel. Cum continued to ooze out. He inserted his fingers to toy around the cunt, sensing its moist, inner warmth that slushed audibly. Heightened moans escaped Chris who began to push himself forward to the fingers. "Now, now, boy, I reckon it ain't time yet. We still got some work to do 'fore we can satisfy that sweet tooth of yours." The cowboy knew what he was doing. The chains that held Chris' limbs was repositioned once more. His legs spread higher, closer to his arms. He pulled out his own clips to chain his wrists to his ankle, showcasing his ass in a crab tie, still suspended in the air. This new position emphasized his hole to the crowd whose primal urge returned stronger than it was. Everyone was paying their full attention. Fully nude except for the boots, his body contained a tapestry of tattoos that reminded one of an outlaw in the old west. From the still life saloon etched on his back, or the skulls and bones right by his shoulder, there was a story being told of a man who spent a great deal in the dessert. Chris could only focus on his chest depicting cobras swirling in knots on each pec, leading to both its heads biting onto each side of the centred biohazard logo. On closer look, the fangs were visible with drops of venom dripping at the circumference of the logo. "Don't just look deep into those serpent's eyes, darlin'. Let 'em draw you in" Chris was captivated. It's as if his chest animated to compel him. Little did he know that the cowboy had fed him some shards before. The cum in him had suppressed any sensation he would've felt. The booty bump was potent. He no longer felt the tension coming from his wrist being tied to his ankles. His cunt was on fire, desperate to be filled by anyone or anything. Whatever the cowboy wished became his command. It didn't take long for the cowboy to insert himself into Chris. At 8 inches erected, the cowboy revealed his third cobra whose venom materialized to one that was ready to release positively charge loads. He slipped into Chris effortlessly thanks to his position. His thrusts were quiet and consistent, breathing contained from both ends. They were in a trance with the way he rocked himself into Chris, who could only feel the hands cradling his back for balance. The cowboy never failed to lock his gaze with Chris who at times couldn't help himself from appreciating the view of the cobras encircling the logo. Some of the men from the crowd began to jerk off, approaching Chris to swallow their loads. The hat blocked his sight. He couldn't keep track who was who. "Don't worry bitch, this isn't the only load I've for you". "Know what my VL is? 700k and this is the first one" "If I knew a cunt like yours was gonna take poz loads you bet I'll stop the meds" After what must've been close to an hour, the cowboy came closer to Chris after a 5th man dropped his load. Mouth coated in cum, the cowboy licked them clean to properly talk to him. "Now, listen close, I could drop another load in you, or I could share some of the prize with the other fine fellas here. How bout that? Wanna let another bull ride ye?" He couldn't process it. He was lost in his goon, failing to realize the cowboy had came. Disappointed, momentarily at how he didn't contribute his attention to it but enlightened when he understood it wasn't about him at all. He had already surrendered himself to be a cunt after his limbs glued. He sealed his deal hours ago. "Another l-l-load, then, then then someone else. How-how... many loads,, you came?" His speech was incoherent. "Oh bout 5 times, that cunt's fuller than ever. Think a final 6th load will do the trick, you can bet on that" The cowboy thrust quicker before freezing in climax. The palpitations coming from his chest, in combination with his exhalations and contractions came made it harder for Chris to not see the cobras moving, spiralling into the biohazard. They were both in sync, with no awareness of who was around them. The cowboy took a while to gather himself from Chris, giving his gratitude in whispers that he cherished. "Thank you so much for giving yourself, it's been too long since the fangs came out" *3/3 Alt Pusher The atmosphere remained unchanged after the cowboy. Everyone's patience was running thin. The next few guys who bred Chris did so with great vigour, encouraging each other to use the bitch he was, the hole he is, the cunt he has been. The degradation he experienced empowered him to reach self-realization. Klaus caught Chris telling the camera how his metamorphosis was almost finished, how it was beyond his expectations most importantly, how it was fate for him to be where he was. It was more coherent, lucid if anything. Klaus and Ludvig both exchanged a look of accomplishment. The 12th guy was the duo's supplier. He couldn't resist giving them good deal if he had a chance with Chris. At about 6'0, the pusher was thin, tall and quite lanky. He had long black hair he would tie in a pony tail. On his right eyebrow, 2 stud piercing. The only tattoo he had was a scorpion that was close to his thigh. Chris' ascend into tweak valley made the rest of the night difficult to recall. Everything that happened he visually remembered, though when assessing it in detail, he couldn't produce the words. What mattered was that he was not unconscious. The pusher could tell something was up with him. He fed Chris' hole with a cocktail of specialties that convulsed him into a rush within minutes. His high restarted. He was fully aware. The pusher, amused from this made himself comfortable to this vulnerable state. He was rougher than the rest. He would pull Chris by the chain while he fucked him. He relentlessly insulted Chris, referring him as a tweaked out bitch boy who sells his cunt for smack. As he came into Chris, he praised how free he was from being poz and how grateful Chris should be. He had never checked his levels nor did he care. Everyone in the room knew he was shedding.

It wasn't difficult for Ludvig to have Chris' ass arched up for a feast. Chris was welcomed with a deep long cloud filled kiss that Ludvig had hit when the bell rung. Dazed instantly, Chris felt an immediate ease that allowed himself to Ludvig. It had been a week since Ludvig busted a load. At first, Chris had second thoughts on hooking up with someone like Ludvig. Yet, he reminded him of Klaus in a lot of ways. His behaviour paralleled that of Klaus albeit kinder, friendlier. Ludvig relied on Klaus' endless tales of Chris, fully knowledgeable of his weak spots and moves that drove Chris to submission. Their embrace after the first shotgun continued with Ludvig nibbling his ear, trailing down to his neck with hands gripping his back, encircling the hips. Chris' clothes came off automatically. Barely taking any pause, Ludvig was determined and dexterous in holding Chris' body as they made out. With his back turned, Ludvig continued to kiss his neck from the back, guiding his body to lay on the bed. Arms under his legs, Ludvig effortlessly maneuvered Chris to arch his back, presenting himself to Ludvig as a prize that was now successfully conquered. Ludvig inspected his hole, inserting his fingers periodically with his special lube. Chris' inhibition amplified, pores releasing more sweat which excited Ludvig more than he'd imagine. His hard-on was harder to contain than usual. With Klaus and the random bottoms, there was a built up. Chris, was a wildcard. Perhaps it was also Klaus' voice that was whispering in his head, recalling the things Chris and him had done. Crouched at the end of the bed, Ludvig began rimming Chris in the way Klaus would but with extra steps. He savoured the hole more than Klaus had. "I don't give compliments that much but I've to say you really are something. Do you like getting fucked?" "Yes" "You get fucked often" "Yes" Chris, trying to only respond in a few syllables attempted to fight the compulsion. Panting, he didn't know he would surrender his ass to a man he had only spoken to once. He didn't know how his life was about to change. "How many guys have fucked you?" "One.." "And do you like that? Are you satisfied with just one" "No" "You want more, do you?" Chris turned more feral, shouting "YES.." plea like almost. "Well tonight's your lucky night." Ludvig climbed up the bed, repositioned Chris to a better arch and kneaded his ass while teasing the hole with the tip of his cock. Chris felt Ludvig reaching from behind, whispering to him how his tight hole was ready to bloom. He was hypnotized by Ludvig words, focused on hearing how beautiful his body was, how his legs and ass were built for a cumdump and how he had to free himself to his desire for cum. Every encouragement Ludwig spoke, Chris nodded and affirmed. He first felt the cold metal of Ludvig's PA entering him slowly. His hole muscle was relaxed with little tense. Ludvig went into him further with a quarter of his shaft in, causing Chris to contract in a short moan, tightening the cock in his hole. The precum Ludvig released acted as a second lube, granting Ludvig full access. Both men found their rhythm after, moans occasionally coming out from one or the other but never overtly loud except for their breathing that was heavy in every inhalation and exhalation. When Ludvig was about to announce his first climax, he gradually attached himself to Chris in a tight grip. His head reached closer, resting itself on the right shoulder, trying to not slide off from how sweaty both of them were. Chris, not noticing how he had been gyrating himself onto Ludvig shifted his attention to Ludvig now saying the first words in the past 30 minutes. "I'm so close to bust, I just need you to tell me how bad you want my cum" "I need it, man. Please, just breed me" "I am, boy. You don't just need my cum, you need my charged load, right?" Chris, knowing that Klaus would utter the same words but assured that he was on meds, could not contain himself. This was unchartered territory. He knew the consequences and the million scenarios ran through his thoughts but he was not afraid. At that moment, it felt like fate. He was in the right place. "Yes, I need your charged load. It's what I need. Charged loads" His hips rocked onto Ludvig faster and harder, desperate for his charged load. Ludvig reestablished his control of Chris by slapping his cheeks with his coarse palms as a way to tame him. Ludvig then pushed in and pulled out with better precision after Chris turned immobile. He was fixated only on assuring that he was arched in all fours, only for Ludvig's satisfaction. "Control yourself, boy. Listen to your body...understand what you want. You know you earn this load, you know you will get it. Let me do the rest of the work. This is my gift, after all" His eyes were still dilated and faced to a white wall, filled with a blank gaze of lust. He focused solely on his hole, allowing Ludvig to mount onto him with full control. The tensions disappeared after this shift in mindset. The strokes he felt were far more pleasurable than it first started. He could feel the gush of precum in him. Ludvig's voice appeared again, with his arms coming up to cradle his firm chest, close to a chokehold, inches apart. "Boy I'm really close now...I need you to face down, ass up, you know why?" "Cause that's how we fuck" "Very good." Like a piston, Ludvig's rebuilt his momentum to reach climax. Once he had crossed the point of no return, his moans got louder, electrifying Chris' nerves. "Here's my charged load boy. A real charged one." "Fuck man, give it to me." "Your first, but not definitely not your last.." Ludvig convulsed as he came, releasing shots of his loads into Chris in intervals that he failed to count. It had to be at least 7 or 8 times. All he knew was that the ass he had is cock in was full. It also remained tight. Ludvig's cock, as big as it was trying to stay in Chris, popped out after turning soft. He cupped the cum dripping out for Chris to savour, cleaning his fingers as a bonus. Chris went wild. He wasn't concern at not coming nor being hard at all. Getting bred was his accomplishment. Chris felt Ludvig's arm turning him to lay on his back. Both were now face to face, eyes locked to each other. A nod from Ludvig was returned by another from Chris. Beads of sweat dropped from Ludvig's temple, falling onto Chris collar. He spread his legs for Ludvig to cradle around his waist. Both remain still for a moment before Ludvig reached out the pipe for another hit. They shotgunned with more clouds. Chris had learned how to take in the smoke and control the sensation he felt. They caressed after, heads closer than before in the cloud induced heat. Ludvig went for the neck again, coming up for smooches and nourishing himself on whatever cum was left from Chris' lips. Chris felt Ludvig's erection building under his ass. This followed by having both his legs spread further apart and lifting himself onto Ludvig who entered Chris easier this time. He had tamed him, trained him even. He just wasn't sure whether it was a stallion or a pig that Chris would become... Ludvig came into Chris 4 times that night. It didn't register to Chris that when morning came, it was Friday. He hadn't slept for almost 25 hours. The effects of the cloud started to fade though he was still buzzed. Both took a shower together and Ludvig was impressed at how unnecessary it was to plug Chris given how tight his hole was at holding the loads with no leakage. Chris' perception changed when he left Ludvig's place that morning. He was no longer afraid of himself. He found a sense of confidence like never before. Still riding on the clouds, he came to work as usual. The only side effect he displayed from the T was his willingness to go up the crane. Klaus didn't notice how spun Chris was until he saw his eyes at the end of the day. He saw a hidden pig in Chris that was about to unleash. For the first time, he asked Chris if he was down to hang back at his place. "Sure" was all he said. In his garage, Klaus had built a play room with a bed and a TV hung across. There were shelves decorated with various types of toys on one side, and another with athletic attires, mostly jocks being hung with some framed up. One noticeable frame was a photo of Klaus, Ludvig and Helmut, nude at a beach with arms on each other. They were in their prime in terms of their looks. Helmut was wearing a pair of sunnies and was the only one with a tattoo, biohazard on the right pec. Klaus prepared the water pipe as they got comfortable on the bed. He had no plans to fuck Chris but to have Chris fucked. They both took off their tops but Klaus kept on his jeans. Chris was instructed to wear a torn up jock in black. Hits after hits they made out with Chris pointlessly attempting to take Klaus' pants off. He could only hold onto his solid hard-on forming through the denim. Klaus noticed Chris starring at the photo from time to time. When he reached the familiar state of spun, goldilocks zone as Ludvig would say, he nonchalantly confessed to Klaus that the man pictured next to him was whose loads he had. Klaus looked at Chris, perplexed for a moment before sighing into a chuckle. "Son of a bitch" Unlike Chris, Klaus felt a slight buzz from the clouds. His tolerance was tenfold thanks to the years he had been using. He left the room for his phone, leaving Chris who got fixated on the TV playing amateur home made videos. When Ludvig saw Klaus' call, he smirked since he forgot that it was a Friday where they were going to play. Chris' impact on Ludvig lingered. "Hey, what's the plan-" "Plan's changed. How did you find him?" "Ah I see.." If anything, Klaus was annoyed, as if a trick was played on him. He had always seen himself as the trickster. He knew Ludvig could test him at times but he had thought that those days were done, especially since he believed that them playing around was mostly attributed to him being better looking. For Ludwig, he saw it as an act of favour to Klaus, keeping him in check of his fragile ego. It was easy to calm Klaus down, especially when within 10 minutes the topic changed to what the plan with Chris was. "A pig..." "Or a stallion.." "Maybe both..? Let's discuss. Come over, I haven't hosted in ages" "Thank god.." Ludvig arrived in the next hour, bringing more supplies. Entering the garage, Chris was rubbing his cock with no success, gooning to a video of Klaus, being fucked by Helmut on a beach. Ludvig was probably in his 40s and Klaus didn't look a day past 30. Chris immediately got up when Ludvig came in. He reached for long kiss before Ludvig spat in him. Klaus was intimidated at how docile Chris got around Ludvig. Just from a few gestures, Ludvig had Chris' lips wrapped onto his cock, guiding him to properly suck it and keep it hard. His eyes were still fixed onto the TV. Ludvig looked up to Klaus who was quietly fascinated. He reached to Klaus for the pipe, aiming for a heavier hit. "So here's what we're going to do...I've been thinking bout Helmut. You think of him too no?" Ludvig tilted his head to the photo of them. "Why is it only us 2? Why not more? Look at him. Would be a great addition to something we were once committed too...." Klaus didn't have to hear the whole pitch, he knew that when Ludvig had Chris, it was only a matter of time. "Check the envelope in my bag.." It became clear now why Ludwig was keen on Chris. His viral loads were higher than he had ever seen. He had stopped taking it ever since he told him of Chris. Klaus was convinced. He still kept to his promise of not fucking Chris. The only thing they had to do now was to get Chris on board. Half of the work had been done. The other half started with Klaus filming Chris, taunting him if he wanted to be like the guys in the videos, persuading him to agree to the path they were paving. It had been a while since Chris took a hit. The effects were starting to wither. There were moments of lucidity where he fully understood what was being proposed. It was also too late to turn back given he had already took Ludvig's loads. "Are you sure this is what you want?" "Fuck yea..."

Hey,I finally scored a bag last week and remembered that I have this little spot on the internet. I'm not sure where the direction of this story is heading, but I told myself that I won't make new topics. So..... When everyone left the room, I saw myself on the floored mattress in a full length mirror, trying to maintain any sense of control I had with only my head capable of tilting. My limbs remained tightly bound to each edge of the bed, as was the metal plug that was in me which I found to be dense and acted as a sort of anchor. I could barely lift my hips or alter the angles of how spread out I was when gravity was working against my favour. It was due to the plug too that I didn't bother to keep track nor realize how long I was left in the room for I began to feel a different kind of spun from absorbing Cameron's piss, a kind where I evolved to be more uninhibited than I imagined, allowing me to understand that this debauchery I found myself in is something that is inherently within me. I had already submitted myself to temptation base on my behaviour, yet I was hesitant to fully accept myself. I lacked confidence. Up until this moment, I believed that it was justifiable to suppress these desires. A sort of futile mental exercise. This belief, whether I want to admit it or not was attributed to the possibility of a future where Devin was still there. The future, I start to envision, was one where I no longer carried any shame in expressing my lust, a future where I embrace the pig that was always in me. I no longer saw his role in my life. It was a hindrance to my calling, a denial to the true nature that has manifested in the reflection I currently observed. Gagged, face down, spread out and about to be at anyone's disposal. Trance music being played continuously had also made it difficult to distinguish time. Not much can be heard beyond the walls that surround me besides the muffled noises which gradually turned to voices that got louder. The additional guests must have arrived. Under the door behind me, shadows flickered through the gaps, not revealing much on who or what was about to come. I try to pick apart the voices and the footsteps. 4, or 5 maybe? I heard a new voice, louder than the rest, announcing how it's been a while since there was a new recruit, how it's always fulfilling to find one, and how exclusive it was to be in this group. Another chimed in with enthusiasm, eager to breed since he stopped taking his meds the longest out of the rest, certain that he had the most potent load. Given the state I was in, I had to contain my excitement when I heard what was said. My breaths got deeper and louder, almost feral like. Slowly, something was building up in me. My purpose was to serve and show my dedication to these men. My anticipation distorted my perception of time further. From the moment Klaus opened the door, to the last person closing it, the period I had been left alone felt shorter than it was for the men to enter the room. 7 who entered. 3 who I had already been acquainted with and 4 new faces. Nude and physically built in the best way possible. Naturally, the outlines of some of their veins were more apparent than others. All of them were fit, or had been fit at some point in their lives and were carrying a kind of saggy weight that didn't make them any less attractive. Ludwig must've been the oldest. I carefully registered each of them. It was no longer a reminder that these were who I am submitting myself to. It was a fact. It was a moment of fully processing the decisions I've made. I had to assure myself of this to remove any hesitancy that I felt that first night Ludvig. A circle formed around me with Ludvig in his original position, looking down at my head at 12 o'clock. Cameron on his left, Klaus on his right. Ludvig started to speak. He introduced Chris, who I've come to learnt had the loud voice. He was a few years younger than Klaus, maybe late 30s, at least 6'2 and was stocky, carrying the most muscle out of everyone. His chest was huge and so were the areolas that surrounded his nipples. The volume of both his arms framed his tits symmetrically, cushioning both pecs in a jiggly way. His pits were hairy, bush popping out through the cleavage of his arms, blonder than the crop cut spotted on his head. That was the first thing I noticed bout Chris. I couldn't wait to devour myself in those curly pits. Below, a hard beer belly which concealed his actual abs. The 9 inch cock he had reminds me of an elephant trunk, girth starting wide and thinner towards the head. I wasn't sure if he was a grower or a shower but my intuition tells me it's the former. His thighs were massive, and his ass, just like his chest were bubbly and shaped like a peach. You can tell he never left his prime top or bottom phase. I was definitely in awe of Chris, but my eyes were set for Cameron. Chris' Origin Although Cameron spent more time with Ludvig and Klaus, it was Chris who became the third member. Klaus and him had work at a construction firm where at times, rather than joining their other fellow comrades for lunch, both men would spend 1-on-1 in a porta-potty that only they both have access to. What started as a regular pump and blow session turned to pump and dumps with Chris receiving most of the dumps. Once, Chris had to climb down a crane after their lunch that wasn't really a lunch. During his descent, some guys pointed out a dark stain forming right underneath his jeans, speculating that he pissed himself cause of his supposed fear of heights. The moment he reached the ground, Klaus was already waiting and gave him a look that could only mean one thing. Chris, who couldn't afford to extend any more of his embarrassment gave into the jokes the other workers made and excused himself to the portable, leading the way for Klaus. He trailed slowly, passing through the site casually til he spotted their portable, taking a moment for Chris to first enter before following. In an easy pull, Klaus swung the door wide and was please to have an ass fully present itself to him. Chris bent his leg, pushing his hips backward with both hands wide apart and gripped onto the blue pvc wall. His hole was still dripping Klaus's cum. The Hanes trunks he worn was partially soaked, no longer white but cream like with yellow hues. Chris, hearing the door opened apologized to Klaus that he couldn't hold it in and that he didn't know he was tasked to climb up. Klaus dismissed his apology, grabbed the trunks to force Chris to inhale and proceeded to rest his head on his shoulder. He whispered that it wasn't his fault and that he shouldn't be sorry for a non-mistake. Chris inhaled as much as he could, slowly forming a hard on. Klaus continued rub the trunks on Chris before going for it himself. He then reached his hand down to scoop the cum from Chris's ass with his fingers to feed Chris, who proceeded to suck the fingers off. Klaus, feeling Chris' mouth, took more cum with his right hand added the rest of the fingers into him, coating and feeling the shape and texture of his gums and mortars before pulling forcefully pulling out. Just by placing his palm onto the side of his thigh, followed by a light brush, Chris nodded and arched his back to give Klaus access. Legs bent to squat, Klaus' lips met Chris' hole and with a few smooches, Klaus' tongue intruded his hole, taking in as much he could. Normally, he would not eat Chris' ass out during their lunch 1-on-1s due to the time constraint though now, despite being on the clock, no one was looking for either of them. Klaus didn't realize he had came into Chris that much. When he came, it wasn't this much. He had to carefully collect the cum which at first dripped, now gushed, with his tongue as his only tool, turning its shape to a scoop to not waste a drop. Klaus wasn't the type to make quick assumptions and even if someone else had bred Chris, it would only make him respect Chris more. After all, it was Klaus who awakened the kind of primal lust that Chris initially taught was the only one to have. With his hole no longer wet and Klaus mouth' full, half of what was felched, Klaus swallowed and the other half given to Chris in spits and kisses that both men had discovered to enjoy when they first had to gotten to know one another. Right as Klaus finished giving Chris the last bit of cum he had left, he looked at his shiny amber eyes and smirked, asking if he's had anyone else who fucked him today. Chris, who was now in post cumeating clarity knew the jig was up. Instead of the usual puppy eyes reaction Klaus had expected, Chris pouted, raised his brows and nod. Klaus could only reply with a nonchalant uhuh. He could ask who it was but both men understood that those questions were not and should not be brought up, given the nature of their friendship. Klaus could also inquire more from Chris, just out of curiosity to know where he actually was on a kink level. As it was, Klaus met Chris on the job and both men only fucked on the job. None talked about life outside of the site and Klaus' thought process with Chris was that rubbers ruins their appreciation for cum. Klaus had always thought of Chris as straight, but into cum, hence Chris telling Klaus how he thought he was the only one who was not just into cum, but fascinated by it. A certain primal lust in relation to cum that he couldn't explain. No mention of men or fucking at all. Neither women which gave Klaus the benefit of the doubt and idea that Chris just didn't see gender. He had watched the porn, yet never acted on any form of act that he'd consider gay. Chris seemed, as average as a dude was. In construction, lifts heavy, never misses NHL, ticks all the boxes. The average dude was also most likely to be down low and seek casual encounters on Grindr as a favourite past time. Chris had been into men exclusively, as hard as he tried to tell the world other wise. Catching Klaus watching a cumdump porn video one time when the portables were being installed (and doors nonexistent) was one of those times that Chris would never forget. They haven't even introduced themselves. Klaus knew he was being watched by Chris and was not bothered in the slightest. He found Chris to be very cute. In the video Klaus had, clips where guys were smoking while being railed would be replayed a few times. Chris, watching from a far didn't question much, thinking that it was merely a mini hookah. In the buildup to their friendship, an unwritten routine had formed. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, during break, Klaus would go to his preferred portable, seat on the ground and back onto the door that faced the opposite direction, shielding himself from the site view. He'd then take out his phone and play a clip, always gay porn, and watch as entertainment without touching his cock. For a while, this was difficult for Chris because most of what Klaus watched, Chris had gotten off countless of times. Chris also felt seen because he never knew that someone else was into the genre of filth that he was, they were videos focused on cum or cumdumps,with fluids being exchanged with zero waste The only vids Klaus watched that Chris never understood was the one with the hookahs, and another with biohazard graphic frequently being animated. It reminded him of the poster at the entrance where they would sign in. Chris didn't mind when there was a change in what Klaus watched, he saw it as a learning opportunity. The ice finally broke one Thursday afternoon in August. The heat had made everyone miserable to the point where deadlines didn't matter much. Klaus, only in a cotton tanktops and jeans, laid at his usual spot. He took out a clip of two colleagues in business attire sucking one another in the washroom. When the top positioned his cock into the bottom, Klaus started to unbuckle his pants. Chris stood up and tried to get closer peak at what Klaus was packing. Klaus, irritated by the heat was desperate to bust a nut and feel some form of relief. He hard footsteps which he knew was Chris. Turning his head around with his wayfarers pulled up, Klaus looked at Chris who froze in silence. Klaus' only words were, "Do you mind sucking my dick off?" *** The rest was history. The more they fooled around and got to know each other, the more Klaus saw how raunchy Chris was. Klaus came more than once when Chris took his first cock. His ass was tighter than any of the usual guys Klaus had. He'd tell Ludvig, who he smoked T with everytime payday comes bout how great Chris' cunt was. Different angle gave a different sensation. Klaus described it as if a fleshlight's inner lining was made out of honeycomb. Klaus even took videos of Chris taking his cock. His moans were different in each vid, probably from the way Klaus was positioning himself. Ludvig would be lying if he didn't feel a bit of a turn on from watching Chris. Even when he took Klaus' dick in his mouth, Chris did it with passion. You would think Klaus was faking from how clean his dick would be after he came. Chris had skills Ludvig was very interested in. Ludvig and Klaus normally meet on Friday evenings where one would host and each would get a bottom spun out for the rest of the night to their liking. A recurring joke Ludvig had come up was to ask Klaus in the morning after the party ends if the honeycomb's cunt was better than the different boys they had. The results varied and neither kept scored. All Ludvig knew was that he had to try Chris' ass soon. He wanted to hear those moans in real time. Thinking bout his firm ass would make him leak precum. He was envious of Klaus. Not only he has someone to regularly fuck raw at work, he also does this thing every 2 weeks. Apart from partying together, both Klaus and Ludvig were also bounded by blood. They had both been willingly pozzed by Helmut, who acted as a mentor, a father figure even. Even though meds were already commercially available and he was still in the latent stage, Helmut refused. Sealing his fate, his only wish was to pass on his legacy. A legacy that wasn't just lessons and methods to be passed on pertaining to the lifestyle these men lead, but also the strain he had. It wasn't a question for either men when Helmut made the request. There was a bond that they were tied to. Fortunately, both were on meds from the start, and neither of them faced any major health issues. They had carefully planned it though both of them knew that some day, they will do the same thing that Helmut had done. Monthly test and checkups were an afterthought and sometimes they forget that they were poz. Still, Ludvig sometimes think about Klaus and Chris, how Klaus stopped applying much of what Helmut taught them by guarding himself off against the world. Ludvig thought bout how ignorant Klaus was to just use Chris as a play toy during work. One Saturday morning, after the boys left, Klaus asked Ludvig if he thought of inviting Chris. "From what you're telling me, this man needs to see more than just the screen of your iPhone max." Maybe, or maybe Chris was content. Average guy Chris, remember who doesn't need much to get him going. Getting Klaus' weekly deposit was all he could ask for. Unlike the other advices that Ludvig unsolicitedly gave, the one bout Chris lingered on his mind longer than usual. As much as he was just a hole, there was also a connection. A sort of feeling that Klaus knew was too late to turn back. Discovering that another man had cum in Chris shouldn't bother him but somehow, it did. Was it just another man? If it was only one man he'd still feel slighted for the amount of cum he lapped out of Chris was def Top 10 and if it was more than one, do I need to reconsider how I see Chris? As much as he tried to play it cool, the question what ifs now wouldn't stop entering his thoughts, with the big what ifs somewhere along the lines of; "What if he enjoyed getting fuck by the other dude /dudes more than he did with me?" *** Chris didn't think it was possible to get a reaction out of Klaus. For the first time, after working together for almost a year and a half did he see a look of uncertainty coming out of him. Unlike the first time he stared at Klaus with his porn, he captured a moment where Klaus, whose mouth was still slathered with cum, vulnerable for the first time. He had an imaginary upper hand. He realized his self worth in what had transpired .He learned that he actually looked decent and guys built as big as him are kinda rare. This was an advantage that he committed to making full use of. If it weren't for the user on the apps telling him how much potential he had, he prolly wouldn't have gotten bred. Despite having the app for almost 5 months, Chris didn't dare to put up a pic of him and all the conversations he had went nowhere. Only when he uploaded a tipsy photo of himself in the washroom of the bar he was at did his phone nudged more than it ever had. He was in a muscle tank and his cap flipped backwards. The one that got his attention came from a profile whose age was 52. His name at this point should not be a surprise. It read, "You look like a guy who doesn't like to waste cum" How little did he know...

2. Growing Pains The second clip was more professional, close to studio in the way it was edited. Seated on a couch was Klaus and the boy who was the centre piece of the first clip. His hair was in a bun and spotted hints of facial hair. It took a while for me to recognize him. He really looked like a sweet guy. Definitely my type. Klaus called him Cameron. From the mirror, Ludvig behind the camera. Klaus lit up a pipe, holding his breathe before kissing Cameron, exhaling the smoke. In addition to the clouds formed, Klaus's face was still hidden from the cap he had on. They did this for a while before the clip cut to Cameron in a room, undressing himself to put on a jock. The jock I had worn last night. It was cleaner. He put on knee length socks, a pair of split shorts and a tanktop. The next cut was him walking into an abandoned complex, probably what was once a community gym. He entered the locker and Klaus seated, legs apart on a bench with a tight golf polo on paired with chino shorts that hemmed right up the knee. His thighs were massive. What Ludvig had for arms, Klaus had in legs. I now saw his face. A sharp jaw, thin lips with a chiseled nose. His hazel eyes cradled his symmetrical brows. Overall, he was cleanly shaved with little stubble. If any, it was what defined his jaw. He was younger than Ludvig. Klaus spoke, saying how Cameron's late for his training. It looked like an athletic jock themed porno was about to begin. I had to give props to their dedication. "Sorry, coach. Was nervous to have this private one on ones.." "About that, it's no longer one on one. Some pals of mine from that conference a while back are here to help. Fellas?" On the other side, close to the communal shower, 5 men entered from the hallway. They were more or less around Klaus' age, around early 40s. Like him, they were fit and wore different kinds of athletic attire. Tracksuits, crop tops, polos, baseball caps. Each wore an outfit to show their seniority. They were muscular and definitely more athletic than most men. With only a glance and a nod from Klaus, the men ambushed Cameron, pulling him onto the bench, arms and legs tied to each end in a bright red paracord with barely any resistance. The men were quick and careful in their knots, mounting him to only half of the bench, ass lifted up, and his torso leaning down, faced to the floor. Klaus fingered his hole, slapping it and playing with his jock, pulling and snapping it. Then, one of the men approached with a bag of white shards. He grabbed the boy's mouth apart to have his fingers soak to coat with the substance. Pushing his index finger in Cameron's hole right after, his first moans for the night came out. Cheers from the other man came around mixed with encouragement and praises of how he was a good player. While his hole was brewing and slowly igniting the pig in him, Klaus and the other coaches were making themselves comfortable. One stood right in front Cameron, staring down at him and some leaned onto the wall of lockers, acting only as watchers. Klaus disappeared for a moment and returned with a suitcase that revealed wooden paddles ranging in sizes. By now, Cameron's breathing grew heavier and louder. Animalistic as intended. "Training starts now, boy." The smallest paddle was used first. Then it got bigger. Much to my surprise, Cameron took the first 3 with little difficulty, even with his ass cheeks turning red. Only yeahs that were reciprocating the cheers of the men around him. There were 2 more. The second last one gave him a scream. "Can you take it boy?" Cameron shouted Yes, with full confidence. Klaus continued for another 8 times only seconds in between. Cameron's face got red, tears slowly falling. He persisted. "You're doing well aren't you? Ready to level up?" Again he proudly exclaimed his agreement, even if sounded like he was about to cry. The largest paddle was passed through the crowd, reaching Klaus who thoroughly inspected it. He slowly placed it onto Cameron's cheeks, gauging the distance of the gap in between before telling him to get ready. Cameron adjusted his legs higher as he could through the restraints, hole further exposed for everyone to see. It was blooming in between the cheeks that were red and rosy. Without any warning, Klaus went straight to it. The pitch in his scream increased higher than I expected. It almost sounded like a squeal. The men seemed to enjoy this sound coming out from him. "There's the pig we want. You've done exceptional. We're all proud of you." Cameron could only shiver in the aftermath of those paddles with an excitement of accomplishment. His sweat made the tanktop he had on damp and wet, causing one of the men to turn it over his head, chest now exposed. The same man then opened a locker to pass Klaus a small box. The second act was about to commence. In it were two metal clips that were strung by a chain. There were also steel orbs with hooks. The man who had passed the box was now pinching Cameron's tits, twisting it and pulling it like harp, causing Cameron to moan in a state of both pain and pleasure. Before latching it, Klaus gave the clips a few licks to properly lubricate it. Letting go of the fulcrum, Cameron screamed again. The other men took turns pulling the chain, placing different number of orbs to weigh the clips down. Cameron's lust filled agony continued. When the clips were taken off, Cameron could only beg to have it clipped back. The men laughed. "Looks like we've trained you well huh boy" End clip. *** It was now 9:15 and a tiny spot of precum now formed on my shorts. I should get ready and maybe watch the rest on the way. The weather was not as chilly as I thought it'd be and I didn't want to layer much. Feeling a bit adventurous, I went commando and put on a pair of jeans with a white tee and a heavy hoodie over me. I regret not being able to watch the last clips in one setting. It was hard to not have someone look at your screen in the streetcar. It was also harder to try and keep my boner down during the entire trip. I could only skip parts of the clips as I stood close to the handicap seat where there were less people. 3. Smoke and Mirrors The third clip was the shortest and was perhaps the weirdest. It began with a hypnotic spiral before fading into montages of Cameron's transformation. I now realize how old these videos were. Probably more than a decade which is why it was hard to recognize Ludvig. The phones they used still had buttons. Cameron was probably my age then, fit as one could be and a classic jock. His hair was still short. First photo was him taking a mirror selfie, probably to post on craigslist. Next, him in bed with Klaus. After, them smoking. Ludvig now appeared in between. The montages were photos in black and white filter, played to a sort of trance music. A shot of Cameron now spun out, then spit roasted by both men. The photos repeated in flashes, transitioning to the next scene documenting Cameron's body progressing, muscles increasing with cuts of him taking loads from different men. Finally, different shots of hole was shown, ranging from being barely wet to full on loaded. The video ended with Cameron lying on his back, getting "+VE" tattooed on his back, right above his ass. He was also now spotting a thick guiche piercing. His ass had become rounder and firmer over the years. He still had his bun, but with both sides shaved to a fade. As the video concluded, I wonder whether this is what Ludvig had in mind for me? Before I could watch the final clip, I reached my stop. As much as I was still turned on, I was also confused a little, questioning the possibility that I could be Cameron. If I did, I wanted to leave a bigger impression. I wanted to not just fill his shoes but walk in them as my own. I became less horny to continue watching. Rather, I was excited to find my way to where Ludvig was. Once I got out, I made my way across a row of commercial buildings mixed with newly renovated townhouses, slowly turning into the original area that it was with dilapidated apartment buildings and abandoned industrial lofts. Finally, in front of a brutalist tower, I buzzed Apt 24. I got up and thought maybe I still had time to quickly watch the last clip. 4. To New Bonds Usually, I'm impatient when it comes to elevators but I'm glad that I was in an aged building. I skipped through the video as I ascended, each floor beeping in my overhead. Though I didn't catch much, it was essentially Cameron getting gangbanged, in different places and time. In slings, at a motel, even in public. There was also a part in the middle I skipped where Klaus had his arms around him, cuddling close in the bath tub while Ludvig emptied a bottle of pills into the toilet. I reached my floor before I could finish what I watched. The hallway had only 4 doors and the door with 24 was slightly ajar. I knocked, pushing it open to darkness with little light. Ludvig appeared in a black satin robe, leaning in for a hug while he held two glasses. We made our way into the living room where the only source of light was a projector that played a video of Ludvig fucking some guy in a hotel room. As always, the bottom was spun and Ludvig was a stallion. We sat on the couch and clinked our drinks. It tasted bitter, like metal. Similar to what I had before but more. Ludvig then took out some pipes which by I was now no longer reluctant to take. The smoke was thick and sharp. One had to be careful with the fire if not to burn and ruin the taste. Ludvig instructed me how to smoke and even blew some in my mouth. We started to make out from then. "How did you like the videos?" "Didn't get a chance to see the last one but I loved what I've seen so far" "Good. I knew you would. They'll be here later, after midnight maybe" "Klaus and Cameron" "Yep...and maybe some more" I started to feel the rush I had felt again and became excited at the prospect of having a crowd around me. Eyes now wide and dilated, the night had begun. Ludvig was more accommodating tonight, pulling my pants off, smiling at how I had nothing under. He did as much as he could, slurping my cock in his mouth, though it stayed limp. He didn't mind. Soon, my legs were brought up and my hole was his honey pot. I only gasped before moaning, opening it wider. He reached out for a vial on the coffee table, mounted on top of me and looked at me in the eyes. I knew what was going to happen and nodded in silence. "It's more potent than last night. You'll be able to handle it" We stopped to continue watching the screen. I lied in his arms and he slowly caressed my nipples, pecking my neck at times. "I want you to see the last video" The screen changed to that familiar title screen, To New Bonds, and there he was, Cameron whose blindfolded, no restraints on all fours in a motel room. Same jock I worn, now showing signs of usage. Sharpie hung on the band. The bed sheets were outdated, and the blinds were dusty. Klaus was at the top of the bed, lied down for Cameron to suck him for the rest of the night. All kinds of guys came in to drop their load, marking +ve on the left or -ve on the right. The tally ended up to 6 poz and 14 neg. A jar was put under his hole to release the loads. All which he gulped without a thought. I was fixated on this scene. Next scene was when he was in the bathtub and now I can hear what was being said... "You're done with this aren't you?" Klaus whispered into his ears.. "Yep, no more.." "Bye bye then.." Ludvig uncapped the bottle of Truvada, dropping the pills. Now it was him in the same sling he had been, holding the piss. They were only 6 men now, Klaus and Ludvig included. It had been 6 hours since they left him. "Cameron, you've been nothing short of amazing these past few months. We admire your dedication and your willingness to be a part of us." Ludvig began. "We think that the time's now and we couldn't be more ready to have us be a part of you forever.." Klaus continued "Your check last month came out negative and you've been off prep for 2 weeks now. We've stopped our meds for a year now. If timing's right, it's the perfect time to breed" "Are you ready for your final training?" Cameron, spun and high as he was, replied lucidly. "Yes. Make me a part of the family." For the next 40 minutes, each of the men took their turn to fill Cameron up with their potent seed. When the plug was first pulled out, there was barely any piss leaking. Klaus came in the most, at about 7 times. When the plug was put back on, Cameron was left in the sling again. A time lapse then showed about 4 hours passing before Ludvig came into to unhook him. His legs were shaking, almost impossible to make a step. He had to be supported by another guy who had left 4 loads in him. A towel was also placed around him. In his limps, his hole was still leaking. The final scene was Cameron in bed, sleeping soundly with Klaus spooning him. The end credit showed a web screenshot of a test, labelled positive with Cameron's full name at the bottom. Right as it ended, Ludvig held my head to lean in for a kiss. We embraced and I now heard footsteps coming in. In the flesh, Klaus and Cameron appeared in the room, under the projection lighting they stood watching us. We didn't stop. I caught a glance of Cameron who is now completely different. He had tattoos across his shoulder and arms. Klaus on the other hand looked shorter and was still clean shaved. By now, my high had increased tenfold and I started to spun. I was trying to catch up with my breathing and paused myself from Ludvig. Cameron came down to me, "I know that look. You're ready aren't you?" I only nodded, eyes glossier than before. Klaus then said.. "Let the party begin now, yes?" The next thing I know, I was carried into a room with only a mattress on the floor. My limbs were tied like I had been before, but now tighter. My legs and arms were extended as far as I could, and I remembered the same jock being put on me by Cameron. A ball gag was placed into me and soon, Ludvig was setting up the cameras. A chest was brought in. Klaus took out a toy one by one, placing it in a row in front of me. Buttplugs and dildos to rings. I could only focus on my breaths, trying to process everything while I feel my nerves electrifying more than I could possibly imagine. Anything they did contributed to the pleasure I was experiencing. Klaus then passed a string of anal beads to Ludvig who now inserted in me. Before the first ball, he informed me that more of the T was going in. "I've lubed this with more shards to make this a night you won't forget" I took all 6 beads in. The 3 men stared in amazement. Cameron took the liberty to pull it all out in a single move. It felt amazing. I started to drool in the gag. Then, I felt a strong whip on my back. I screamed. "We're going to oscillate tonight. Let's see if you can handle that" And so in the next couple of hours, my pain and pleasure threshold were put to a test. I felt the whip tearing my skin while I had buttplugs of different sizes inserted in me. I was at their disposal in every way. Things took a turn when a hollow plug was placed in me and Cameron, who was harder on me than the other 2, came behind me to relieve himself. I felt his warm piss in me slowly filling my hole up with him telling how much of a bitch I was and how I'm just another pig like he was. When he finished, all of them took a break. Klaus circled around me with his phone. He then raised to make a call. "Hey Chris, you free to load a bitch tonight? It's like Cameron all over again." I could only stare at Klaus as he ended the call, smiling and crouching down to me to tap my face. "Tonight is going to be an experience like no other. We've learnt some new stuff and are more experimental now.." Ludvig then pulled out the plug from me, plugging it with another metal one to keep Cameron's piss. He too came up to tell me how happy he was to find me and how my life is going to change forever..

The address I received was not too far, more within the city though it didn't look so familiar. It was definitely near a bathhouse I went to once during my first year here. I asked Devin if he knew where it was and he only said that it was in a sketchy area. If I had to guess, it was probably the gay village. An area Devin was always adamant to go to since he didn't find it to be his 'crowd'. When he asked if I was going to see someone there he scoffed, asking if last night wasn't enough. I reminded him of the conversation we had before finishing it with "We can end things you know" "Maybe a break, or a pause at least?" It felt like whatever we had has been either of those. It made little difference. Not wanting to go on I said "Break, that's it. Let's do that". An "Okay." was the last thing he said before leaving the room. I crashed unknowingly on the sofa right after and woke up right before day light was about to end. I looked at my phone and it was almost 8. The only notification I got was from Ludvig, 30 minutes ago. "Here are some ideas I have for tonight. If you're comfortable, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Come by anytime around 10." There were 4 videos attached. Each lasting around 8-12 minutes with a title screen at the beginning. 1. Fluid Starting from a birds eye view, the video starts with someone around early 20s I'd say who was locked in a sling. Eyes were blindfolded and limbs chained with a metal cock cage that came with a padlock. His legs were angled higher and pulled closer to his arms to fully showcase his hole. It was clear how strong he was tied for any attempts he made showed no difference in his position. The struggle he made at the start was perhaps from being awake. It could also perhaps be him having second thoughts. But then again, it was short lived. I'd imagine if I was him, it was only to get comfortable. The next camera angle was now above like the first but titled at a 45 degree to face the hole and showed the rest of the room. It was probably mounted on the sling, right in between the legs. The room was dark and lit by about 2 or 3 hanging lightbulbs at its corner. The walls were exposed brick with some sides graffitied, indecipherable in its scribbles. Among the gibberish tags I saw, I only recognized a biohazard symbol in circle. Its proximity to one of the light bulbs gave a better view of the wall than the rest. There was no other furniture, just broken crates and pallets scattered. Some blurry figures were sitting on them. The only opening in the room was an arch with its hinges remained. There were chips of wood hanging on its other side. Not much can be seen further pass it. The hallway following it was pitch black, darker than the room was and fizzy from the video. It was a black hole in the video. Motionless and being able to breathe as his sole action, his body was partially covered in foam below his head and a group of men encircled him, all in different kinds of leather masks that revealed the eyes. Most were nude or topless. Some in chaps, some in jocks, some only in denim jeans and a stained white tank top. There wasn't a fixed attire. Most had a decent body shape. Either they were muscular skinny, defined to the bones, or built massive with a strong and thick belly. I'd place Ludvig's type in between. They were all hairier than most of the men I've been with. They were definitely mature. A strange desire in me reignited again. The reflection from their glistened and sweaty body made up for the lack of brightness in the room. Two of them, who I now identify one as Ludvig came closer to the sling. Ludvig had a leather leotard on with his crotch fully exposed. I knew it was him from the scorpion at his back, claws now covered by the straps. His mask was a regular eye mask, mouth and nose still identifiable. The man opposite of him was in a chained harness and knee high boots. Nothing else besides a closed latex mask with openings at eyes, nose and mouth. His cock was big, fatter than Ludvig's, given that the cockring he wore was more visible than Ludvig's from watching the video. The girth was comparable, and the length I've yet to tell. Both men were still flaccid. Each were holding a safety blade, lifting their respective arms as they came closer to the foamed up body. Each blade focused on one part of the body. Ludvig had the bottom and the other had the top. As the blades touched, a time lapse started, fast forwarding the shaving process. They were delicate in their work. Not one minor cut. The boy in the sling made little movements, though any move was due to adjusting himself to how bare his skin was getting. As the foam was wiped, I saw how originally this person had hair as much as the men in the room. As the video progressed, he now had less and less. Each time the men glided their blade, it became clearer how beautifully shaped this boy's body was. His pecs were firmly round and his abs were protruding. The lower V part of his abdomen was no longer hidden. Stripping the hair from his pits made his biceps more prominent. The shave was like an act of sculpting. Ludvig was precise in stripping any hair from the boy's pubic hair, accomplishing his shave with only a single movement at each part. Even at the hole, he was swift. It was also at this point where both men, with little work left, took the liberty in being rewarded. Ludvig started to relish the hole after wiping the remaining lather while his coworker with the high boots was holding the boy's mouth wide open to take his cock. Finally I can see him hard. Like Ludvig, it grew exponentially. The length was longer and the boy could only take half before coughing, saliva dripping in agony. Light slaps on the face from high boots caused the boy to recollect himself and breathe before attempting again. This time, only a quarter of his cock was left. High boots was pleased, but I can tell not satisfied yet. Ludvig, still rimming relentlessly, enjoyed how smooth the hole was. His favourite kind to rim. As the boy chocked on high boot's cocks, he was also enjoying his freshly shaved hole getting eaten. A pain and pleasure that not many could afford I thought. How I wish I was in that sling. The boy's struggle in taking the massive cock continued with no end in sight for high boots. He pulled out and called onto Ludvig, who looked up. He signalled a look in which he tilted his head sideways to which Ludvig just nodded. They switched places and high boots cradled the boy's ass, now coated with spit higher to his stomach. He faced the crowd around for a moment before reaching out to obtain an oral syringe from one of them. An inaudible exchanged occurred between Ludvig and him. One of them used their hand to signal something small or big with high boots opening his palm completely. Ludvig just shook his head. Immediately after, the syringe was jammed into the hole and its content fully expelled. The men were now clapping and Ludvig walked to high boots to pat him on the shoulder. Both made their way back to the crowd. Soon, the boy was now panting with haste. A smile formed, creasing both sides of his cheek as his mouth moved in flicker. The crowd was now closer to him than before, caressing his new body. Some came close to sniff and smooch parts of him where his muscles stood out. The boy could only smile on. Ludvig returned, pulling the blindfold off, face now shown. He was conventionally handsome. Very good looking but never the kind I'd imagine. His hair was brunette, pretty long but above the shoulder and most likely tied in a bun. A golden retriever kind of guy who was a gymrat I'd wager. Close to my age I imagine. Seemed like the type to play by the rules. He had a sort of innocence in him that was now filled with lust. His dilated eyes were something I'd became familiar with. Initially, in regaining his sight, his facial expression was that of shock, not just in understanding his position and who he was with but at his body. He turned to look at every direction in an instant, before looking up above to the first camera, grinning, full teeth while being engulfed by the men around him. That look of lust that's always captured in these videos. The next shot was now shaky but clearer than before, a bit brighter. Chances are it was a handheld camera that one of the participant had. The sound was now better and the chatter more audible. Most were the usual dirty talk ranging from fuck yeahs and sexy, to slut and bitch boy. The camera moved closer to the boy, being referred to as a bitch, to look up. He looked directly with the same lust, saying yeah as someone was chewing his neck. The person behind the camera then asked: "You like this bitch?" "Fuck yeah." "Letting all these men use you, fuck you?" "Oh yeah." "How does it feel like in your new skin? Looking more like a bitch boy now?" "Feels fuckin good, man." "Shit boy, we're not even halfway yet." With a wink the boy said "Bring it on" It was difficult to see the rest of the body as it was still being appreciated by crowd. As it reach to his legs, high boots was crouched, head into the hole, slowly rimming the boy. When the camera reached to him he dived deeper into the boy's hole, minimally jolting him upwards. He looked directly into the lens, taunting "Who's next? Boy's fresh hole isn't going to be fresh for too long. Ludvig! You ready?" A distant loud aye can be heard through the crowd who echoed the agreement with yeahs all around. A skinhead man who was in his late 30s came forward toward high boots and asked to be next. With no hesitation and full force, high boots pulled him down to the floor and pushed his head into the boy. The skinhead caught himself by holding onto the boy's leg, continuing high boots's work. Unlike high boots, the skinhead ravished the hole. He whispered fuck yeah and god at times. Another man then came forward to try but when skinhead refused, high boots had to pull him off and remind him of where he was. The handheld camera was still facing the hole and the rimmer. High boots pulled the camera up, look behind to see Ludvig and stared back to the lens, announcing that "It's showtime." Camera now panned to Ludvig, who approached with something in his hand. A kind of metal hollow anal ring which diameter was close to a mug. It was shiny and pre-lubed. He crouched, gave the hole another lick and inserted it in the boy who flinched at first. The muscle in his sphincter tried to resist it. Ludvig, careful not to put too much force, reposition its angle, turning it in successfully. As it popped in, the boy screamed fuck yeah in the pleasure. A few seconds ago, it was pain. With the plug in, the boy's hole was wide open. His hole was also blooming, exhibiting motions of the plug trying to expel and receive. Ludvig called high boots, whose name is Klaus. "Would you do the honour? I feel as if you've been on it longer than we have. 3 days now, yes?" "No sleep in the last 60 hours and no plans to for the next 24. I'll be glad to." He then pointed to the camera, signalling whoever behind it to catch what he was bout to do. The boy, still enjoying the plug, continued to moan. Klaus slapped the ass, grabbing the boy's attention. He asked the boy if he knew what chem piss was. The boy shook his head. Klaus asked again if he remembered that said his kink was piss. The boy now nodded. In you? Boy nodded again, faster. Klaus's last question ; Wanna feel my piss in you? Boy replied fuck yeah. With that, he relieved himself without splattering else where. Straight and direct into the boy's hole, it filled up til its edges. Any move the boy made could spill it. "Good boy, let it in now..." Slowly, the piss level lowered, flowing deeper into the boy. The room became quiet, as the crowd was fixated on the boy's hole. When the boy's inside was visible again, Ludvig took Klaus spot. It wasn't as full as Klaus had piss but he still manage to relieve himself. Again, they waited for the boy to absorb it. Moments later, the boy's moans got louder than before, shouting how fucking good he felt. He had reached another state. One that I was determined to reach. Around 5 men had the chance to piss in him. When Ludvig saw that the boy was now feeling the chem piss, he and Klaus agreed that it was enough, and announced everyone to witness the boy's new altered state. The sweat falling off him was more rapid and his pores were moist as ever. In his breaths, he begged for the crowd to fuck him, to do anything they want to him. His chest, moving upward and dow to keep up with each breathe was a sight the crowd was in awe of. The crowd watch him beg and surrender himself. Finally, Klaus placed a dildo gag to silence him, leaving only sounds of muffled moans. A stopper was put in the plug, containing what was left. The video ended with the boy, up close, gagged, drool forming by the mouth, lost in a lust that I hope to see myself in. I didn't notice how hard I got when the clip ended. It had been a while. I could jerk off right now but I didn't wanna kill the excitement for the next one. I still had 2 hours before heading out. I swiped to the next clip.

*A bit of a real life meta update that I never do from my end, which is that I'd like to express how grateful I am to see the positive feedback I frequently get from crafting these meth-induced writings even if there's barely any proofreading. Truly, I don't smoke as much as before (compared to how frequent I used to post here). Though when I do, I've no regrets to just type and type on and give you dirty fucks (myself, proudly included) a treat. I also do apologize for never continuing any of my previous posts or series. They come only in the spur of the moment. After all, it's always the same themes and scenarios that get recycled and replayed in different yet devious ways. An exercise in futility or a test to push the limit of my creativity? Fingers crossed for another chapter 😉

An observation I've made when it comes to consuming T is how night becomes inseparable to day, blurring the passage of time. I was about to finish watching the 4th bareback movie that was streaming. The sky was now turning blue. I had to frequently look at the clock to grab myself onto reality. Around 8, I heard noises from the kitchen. Before heading there, I looked at myself in the mirror and was pretty impressed at how I clean myself up. I couldn't do much bout the eyebags, but I did a good deep clean of myself after Ludvig left. Devin didn't have a clue how spun I was. As I approached the counter, Devin turned to prepare some kind of health bowl he's routinely makes every morning. I asked how his night was. "It was alright. Not as much fun as you had I suppose." I smiled and asked him if he was cool with what happened last night. "Yeah, it's nothing. Part of the deal. But I'm curious though. Why were you asking him for poz loads? That's fucking sick." Unbothered and aided by what's left of the T I had from last night, I told him frankly bout how I enjoy fucking and getting fuck. Bareback. I explained how I had no plan on going on prep and that sexually, fucking poz dudes get me off. I elaborated further how he wouldn't understand since he never really opened his mind much in the bedroom, and that the sex we've had was plain vanilla. It was his ass that made up for the cracks we've had. I didn't want to argue with him so I told him that it really is best if we split. Silence with no response, Devin head to the room with his bowl. I opened the app and saw Ludvig was online. I asked how the cumdump was. "Nothing to brag. They're always the same. Advertise themselves as being piggy or raunchy but would never let someone piss in their guts" "Sounds hot." "You like that?" "I don't know. Maybe." "You're one of a kind aren't you?" I didn't reply. He probably had things to do and I was still horny. I changed into a clean pair of jocks and running shorts. With a fruit of the loom hoodie over my tanktop, I thought maybe I should go for a quick jog to try my chances in the woods. Nothing defines homosexuality than the classic activity called cruising. Unlike before, I decide to offer my ass instead of my cock. First time for everything. The leaves were now thicker and the branches no longer empty but slowly forming into foliages that would make one invisible when entering the park. Most of the trees were high and the placement of the bushes sporadically made it easier to mind one's own business. A larger than usual crowd was present at my usual spot. Around 15 men, just spread out within a 500f radius, some trying to stay incognito behind a tree. Others, in between bushes. In the middle of this hidden part of the park, a tree had fallen, breaking in half. Mother nature blessed us with more privacy and by the looks of it, I could drop my pants while I held onto it. It was hidden conveniently. One had to be at a higher level, probably above the side hills to get a proper view of the fallen tree. Determined as I was, I crawled through the fallen branches and paced myself close to the tree, inspecting it and testing myself by gripping it with my ass backed out. With nothing else to lose, I pulled my shorts down before gripping the base of the tree. My legs were spread and pushed up. Anyone could bent me over to drop their load and I wouldn't know how they look like. I don't even care how they look like. It was still early and there were barely any noise. I stood and gripped myself firmly and still. Not too long later I heard footsteps accompanied by the movement of the leaves that had fallen. A few twigs being stepped on and sounds of branches swinging to allow any passerby. I then felt a warm hand on the right side of my ass. Then, both. My ass was kneaded, and fingers protruded in me, causing me to arch my back further like how a a regular bottom would. Soon, my hole was greeted by a smooch that turned into a tongue. Now I felt something. I was still facing forward with no desire to see who was behind me. My hole was wet and ready from how good of a rimjob this faceless figure behind me had done. Feeling the tip of his cock, I braced myself and squat down onto it. I heard a low "Holy shit" from behind and stayed in my original position. The cock was long, though thin. Taking it was painless and I barely felt satisfied. The best way to describe what had happened was as if a hotdog was thrown down the hallway I call my guts. The fuck didn't last long. When he was about to come, I sensed that he was exiting out of me but I quickly grabbed himself into me. Feeling him come in me still left me an impression though. That last moan of relief gets me off so bad. I sensed that there had been other watchers when I heard more footsteps encircling the broken tree. When the first guy left, cum dripped from my hole like a faucet, giving god knows how many people there were a special rare view. Shortly after, I heard footsteps creeping behind. Still faced forward, I paid no attention. I felt some fingers pushed into me, releasing more of the load the first guy had left. I also heard some slurps. What a fucking pig I thought. It was hot nonetheless. My expectations grew bigger for the next guy. I felt now felt hands cupping my ass to lift my calves higher before allowing myself to be felched. The slurping sound coming from my ass getting ate was the only noise coming from the area we were in. I enjoyed every moment of if. After I expelled all that I could, my back was arched again. This time, I felt like I was being impaled. The cock was thick and longer than the previous one. The fuck was longer too. Each thrust felt functional, like it was actually building up toward something. The second guys' hands was also coarse and big, firmly holding both sides of my waist. The moans I hear was also louder. "What's a lil slut like you doing in the woods this early with his ass out?" "Getting loads from guys like you without knowing how they look like." "Oh you like that?" "I'd rather not know than be disappointed" "A bratty bitch aren't you?" His thrusts were steady with little hiccups. He knew how to fuck and all I want was to get his load. I even started to moan, feeling the right spots he hit, deep and steady in me. "You know I'm positive, never medicated once. You like that? You want me to stop?" "Nah, don't think of stopping. Give me that load." "Shit, you sure?" "Oh I'm sure alright. Come on now, no turning back." "Aight" A few more strokes in me and finally he came in me. I felt the warm load in me this time, much to my satisfaction. Although he started with a felch, he left his load in me without any further thought. Drops of cum was now sliding down across my right leg, touching my knee and finally my ankle, before meeting the edge of my sock. I could take 3 more guys. The third anon that approached me took some time. The first spectators were probably bored and left, or were disgusted and left. I turned my head back for the first time and saw 5 guys. 2 were kinda old, older than Ludvig I'd wager and the rest were probably in their 30s or 40s. DL vibes all around. I glanced at each of them in the eye, raising my brows before repositioning myself forward. There was no assplay with the third guy. I felt his tip and his girth. It was thicker than usual and not as long as I'd hope though what he lacked in length he made up in dilating my hole. He had to properly position his cock toward my hole to ensure that it popped without fail. I thought the cum I've had would slide it off, discouraging him but he knew what he was doing. In only a single try, he entered me, successfully making my hole bigger in his thrust. I felt a different sort of sensation from taking him, the girth had inflated my insides like never before. You would assume it felt like a butt plug but it wasn't, there were movements that were identifying certain pleasure points that I didn't know. I was now barely conscious, surrendering myself the ecstasy of getting my hole plowed. His pace was not too fast nor slow but careful for the fear that he would've popped out of me. What I originally saw in the mirror in my briefs, the ass I had that was tighter and guarded for certain people was now gone. I was still holding myself onto the tree, back arched for easy access. The third guy was still at it. I had little complaints. "Damn dude, you're so tight." "Nah man you just have a mason jar for a dick" "Still fits like a glove" "Yeah, don't stop. I need your load in me." "Oh you're getting my cum alright" I felt a few more thrusts in me before mr. mason jar froze himself, gripping himself onto me as he shoots his load. The exhalation, the grip, the warmth of the cum up in me, these were what I now craved. Each time is different. I finally feel a sort of weight had lifted off from my shoulder once I've come to terms with this newly found epiphany that I enjoy getting bred. With his arms now unclenched from me and his trousers zipped up, I fixed my position for the next guy. 2 more, I told myself. The sun was now getting brighter and only 2 spectators remained. From the looks of it, I doubt they would have the guts to approach me. I didn't mind though. I was still facing forward. I tilted my head to the side a bit to get a glimpse of the main path and saw a cop riding a bike doing his round. With where I'm at, I didn't think I could be seen so I stayed. It got quiet for a while and I was about to call it quits when I heard bike movements coming through the leaves, closer to where I was. It was too late for me to pull my pants up for the moment I turned, a cop had halted his bike right across from me. The spectators had probably run. "Well what do we have here.." I was in my jocks, no shorts with my hoodie still intact. Technically, I wasn't naked. "Just some fun in the woods, you know.." "Fun? Or public indecency?" "Whatever you want, officer.." I can tell that he was starring at my leg, noticing the dried cum trailing intricately. I looked at him in the eyes, slowly turning my waist to grab my ass. He was quite cute for a bike cop. Maybe a cadet. Was in shorts, with visor and a helmet. Blue eyes and some freckles. I turned myself to expose my hole, fingering it and letting more cum out of me. The cadet didn't say a word. "I... I have to.." "You have to try my ass, that's what you want to, officer" I turned my back to him and returned to my original position. The next thing you know, his fingers were exploring me and he humped himself against me with a hard on that was desperate to leave those shorts. I helped him unbuttoned and he looked into my eyes, grab my head and went for a kiss. I was initially reluctant though I gave in for fear of getting arrested. He then pushed me to the ground, grabbing his crotch close to me. I gladly sucked it. I can tell a guy like him didn't get around much. He got hard quick and not even 4 minutes I was on his cock did he tell me to stop. I stood up and he turned my back around. With the cum still coming out of me, he lubed himself and pushed himself in me. It actually felt good. It had a curve that was hard to find these days. Length was above average, girth as normal as it can be. It was the Goldilocks kind of dick I needed before I put all this to a rest. He lasted quite some time in me. With each thrust I could hear his badge dangling from his vest. He tried to control his moan but it was obvious that it proved to be challenging. I wanted to give him an unforgettable experience, so I started gyrating myself onto him, turning the pitch in his moan higher. All he could say was yeah yeah yeah. I mounted myself onto him, grabbing his back into me as I guided him to thrust into me. Then, I arched myself doggy style to fully give him my hole which he finally found comfort in. He was in bliss. The boyish smile he had, in addition to the freckles on his cheek made me conclude that he couldn't be older than 22. "I'm about to come" "Then come. Don't be shy" And just like that, he came. His moans were now loud and authentic, repeatedly ending with shit shit shit. I will never get tired of the sound a man makes when he reaches climax. Even if I wasn't fully into it, that second I knew someone had come, especially if it was in me, I was whole. The cadet put on his attire, stared at me, and told me to not come around the area again. "When can I then?" He was now on his bike, changing the gears before answering. "Anytime before 8 AM." My walk home was peaceful and still. I knew what I had done, the loads I took, the crime I sort of did. I kinda felt accomplished if anything. Having random loads in me was satisfying. It gave me a sense of purpose. I got home right before 11 to an empty house. I took a shower and opened the apps. There was a message from Ludvig that I missed after I left him hanging. "Are you free tonight, Andy? I was telling my friends about you. Do you want to hang with us?" No hesitation I sent back "I'm not doing much. Why not? I hope I don't disappoint them." "Oh I doubt that. They're not just friends. They're family." An address attachment was the last message Ludvig sent. I stared into the map apps for a while before planning what I was going to wear.

It's been almost 4 years since I ended up in Toronto and although I've done well professionally, I was still not doing so well personally. Relationship wise, nothing remarkable had happened. I had a few relationships here and there but I found that I was not really ready to commit myself into a life of monogamy that includes mortgage and monotony. The guys were great but they were predictable. The last guy I was with, Devin, begged me to take him back after he caught me piston fucking someone from my running team on our sectional sofa, in the middle of the living room. We had only moved in for about 5 months and things were becoming stale. I thought that I could just not go through the talk and just show him how the effort I've put in our relationship has dissipated. Yet, he persisted on forgiving me and we've come to a sort of open agreement that he was quite happy with, even though I was getting around more often than him. Devin is a shorter than me at 5'8, I'm 5'11. I turned 31 last month and Devin, though smaller than me is 33. He's built stocky and evidently, spends more time at the gym in sculpting his physique. Naturally, I'm blessed with a swimmers figure and try to run when I can. Devin's conservative Vietnamese upbringing had always fascinated me, but it grew him out to be sort of prudish, believing in a very heteronormative way of life. Him suggesting for us to be polyamorous rather than straight separation was better than his greatest fear of being alone. I could only do my best. It is also quite obvious at this point that I was always the top since Devin's glutes were made of gold. He could mount me and make me cum quicker than most guys I've fucked. I was lucky to have a piece of ass like Devin, but there were times where I too wish to get plowed by a good old fashion cock like I could when I first came out of the closet. When Devin said that we could bring other guys over, the smirk I gave him was probably the most authentic emotion I've expressed to him in a while. "Even if he tops me?" Devin stared momentarily and nodded. "Only if you do it in the other room" I've only gotten fucked twice since I started seeing Devin. Sadly, it was the same guy from work who now had changed cities. He was also on the downlow with a fiancée back in his home town. It had been almost 9 months since. When I started to explore my sexuality, I've always seen myself as a total top, but the first time I bottomed, I knew it had to be cherished for a few people. The man who impaled me for the first time was a T.A. I had back in Queens, Rostam if I remembered correctly. A doctorate student from Iran. His juggernaut sort of arms held my broad chest from behind in an inescapable lock, penetrating himself into me in a rhythm that we both danced to. I still remember how massive his girth had expanded my hole into another dimension. I could only push myself back against him as it was impossible to move any further. With his other arm, he held my waist to guide me in following his pace. It was one of the longest fuck I've had, and the most memorable. I was lucky that my first time bottoming was fucking incredible. Not only that, It was also the first time I came without touching my own cock once, as his careful gyration was also making orgasm gliding up and down and finally, to the point of no return. I can still remember his pants and heavy breathing close to me, as he rested his chin on the right side of my shoulder, grazing it with his smooth facial hair. I felt him caressing my ears, teasing me with small bites at the lobes, whispering how great I felt and how he was going to come inside me with his warm load. I had no fear of being bred, even if I wasn't on prep. The moment he had reached climax with his final exhalation, I too froze with him in that moment and noticed how my cock had been leaking before ejaculating slowly. Though I hadn't come much, the orgasm I felt was once in a lifetime. Since then, I prefer to top rather than bottom but when the opportunity arises, you bet I'm going to take a cock like a good boy. Only if the guy was a fraction of how Rostam was. The DL coworker I had was well endowed, though far from what I desired. The weather was getting warmer and it seemed that we were now in Spring. It was Friday night and Devin had plans to go to the bar with some people from spin class. I brushed by him quickly before he left to tell him that I might have someone over. He only pecked me on the cheek and wished me a good evening. We could've argued and I sensed it in him, but I'm sure we both don't wanna waste any time. 15 minutes to 9 PM and I open the apps for the first time that day. Devin had left around 8 and if I plan it properly, I could be done by 12, or earlier and minimize any potential guilt that would happen if Devin sees me with someone else. The grid was messy as always, littered with ads. They get worse with each update and yet I come back. 10 minutes after I reached my scrolling limit and hopelessly put my phone away, I got a tap notification from an profile with only a pic of his torso, wearing leather harness, framing his chest with tits, both pierced. Age, 52. Name: Ludvig. In normal circumstances, I'd be picky, and go for guys around my age, but I was already exhausting myself with second thoughts and was feeling adventurous, assured in taking the plunge like I had before, especially when I found myself reminiscing the good fuck I had in my youth. I began the conversation with a "Hi, how's it going?" "Not bad, just looking for company tonight. You have nice eyes." "Thanks, do you have any photos yourself?" Immediately I received 5 photos. The first was him in leather chaps, probably the full photo of his prof pic, with his head now shown. He was tall, almost 6'2 and was slender. Buzzed clean cut with a sharp widows peak. At the centre, a septum piercing. Eyes were hollow, with dark iris and despite his weary figure, his lower body was lean and he remained muscular above, especially at the arms. The next photo was similar, but arms now crossed and showed volume. His expression was also more sinister, naughty maybe. His smile was seductive yet eery. I'd be lying if I say I wasn't turned on. Strange given that my preferences usually don't align with the likes of this man. The third was him lying on his bed, nude and legs apart. He had a serpent for a dick. It was thick and was comparable to my own palm. I couldn't imagine gripping it. There was even a can of lager on the side of his thigh for comparison sakes. The icing on the cake was the bright golden P.A. at the tip of his member, curved and shiny thanks to the reflection of the flash. He was leaning against a bed frame, in a nonchalant manner while maintaining his gaze to the camera. His mysterious expression seemed to brought out a sort of force which compelled me to desire him. The fourth picture was him in a leather jockstrap, with only his back shown. A scorpion tattoo centred right below his neck, with both claws spreading on his lats. The tail, trailed down to his spine, ending with its sting pointed before touching the waist. Above the head of the scorpion, the numbers 1996, arched in gothic style. Physically, his back was more defined and sculpted than his front. He had a similar kind of V frame as me though his massive arms had also balanced his torso symmetrically, giving the tattoo a perfect fit. His ass was firm, and resembled solid buns with little fat and thorough edges, just like the other parts of his body that was thin and weary. Perhaps it was the effect of age and my lack of experience with elder men that lead me to these observations that might seem shallow, though I was not discouraged in the slightest. The fifth, which I assumed was his way of saving the best for last, was not a photo of a video compilation of him, fucking a few guys, probably 8 clips in total, all ranging in shape, size but similar in my age. The duration was almost 18 minutes. I felt as if skipping them was a disservice. In each subsequent clips, all of the bottoms shared a look of ecstasy and submission that he was verbally instructing them to follow. He was not just commanding, but encouraging the bottoms on how to accommodate him. Clearly, his size tested some of their patience but his manner of speaking was gentle and careful but also at times strict if they flinch. They were like animals that only he could tame. Some of the guys were also spanked and whipped, much to their approval if they attempted to escape his grip. Each guy, Ludvig rode had rode with their full willing submission. In the clips, each of them begged for his load, even the ones who taking it with pain and each time before he came, right at the peak of his final thrust, he would never fail to ask the bottom if they're ready for his special gift. None denied or tried to move. They all accepted and slammed themselves into him while he tightly lock himself on them, ensuring that not a drop is wasted. When Ludvig pulled out, after momentarily resting himself in them until he turns flaccid, the camera would pan to their back, legs now spread tilted up to show the loads that would ooze out the his load. It was always full, never missing in its trail across their scrotum till it reaches their tight balls, dripping from above and onto the sheets without fail. If Ludvig was generous, he would scoop the load and feed the bottom. Only in one clip did he felch a bottom out, holding his head with both his hands after, nodding him to open his mouth and telling him how good he was before releasing the load drop from his mouth and onto the other. String of cum in weblike fashion would be seen as they make out. Why was I turned on from seeing such filth? Secretly, I envied watching how satisfied the bottoms were. Even after getting bred, they were still in lust, begging him for more, only for him to pat their face saying soon, boy, soon and how they'll all be part of the family if they want more. They all had the same expression, eyes dilated, agreeing without a thought and filled with a carnal craving that was slowly forming inside me. I replied "Wow, hot pics. Got me really horny tbh." "I'm sure it did. You have that look." "What kind?" "The one that is desperately craving for a cock like mine" I had to take a moment to think of a reply. I really felt flushed and collected myself before sharing my location. "How soon can you be here?" "Give me 30." While I waited, I realized how I couldn't recall the last time I felt this excited and nervous in hooking up with someone. Even the first fucks I've done behind Devin's back, I felt little remorse or shame. Perhaps because he was coming over, but I've had my string of guys here before. Perhaps it was also the first time I was going to bottom in years, and that the excitement could be from the guys getting fucked by him before. It was my turn to be one of them whispered my thoughts intrusively. I had no desire to wear a jock, just a pair of briefs. The balcony door was slightly ajar, letting the daft in. I found a bottle of poppers in Devin's side of the cabinet. All kinds of brands but same effect nonetheless. Surprisingly, I douched easily with close to no waste. It was a sign that my body had been ready before I was mentally. I tidied the guest room and took out some towels. The poppers were placed at the side table and I took a glance at myself in the mirror, wondering how this night will be with me on the receiving end. My ass is nothing compared toDevin, but it was peachy enough. Bigger than most twinks and barely sagged like most dudes. I then lied on the bed and tried to position myself in different ways, figuring out which would make me feel the most comfortable though I knew deep down that it wouldn't be my decision to make on how I would lay. I even tried to arch my legs up, lifting my ass like the guys Ludvig had fuck did, fantasizing how that would be me in a few hours. A notification popped out from my phone. One text from Ludvig. "Are you open to partying?" "Depends. What kind?" "T." "Never tried it. I don't smoke though" "You don't need to." "Sure" I've heard of T but I never gave much thought of it. From what I've seen they're those who are functional and those who ruin their lives when it comes to crystal meth. The substances I've done in the past, illicit or not can look like a grocery list, but for what it's worth, I never found myself succumbing into dependence and total depravation. Plus, excluding anything that requires smoking has probably kept me safe from many. Snorting, on the other hand makes my nose bleed which I find to be not worth it. Within minutes of replying, I heard the intercom. I buzzed him in from my phone and took out a few cans of beer. When I heard the knock on the door, I gulped and made my way. Each step I made to the door felt long, and it's as if time halted because my thoughts were now racing more than before, in a mixture of lust, desire and admittedly, fear of who I'm about to let in. It's the plunge, I keep reminding myself. The lock turned anticlockwise and I pulled the handle to open and face Ludvig. His photos did no justice in showing how tall he was as I felt a shadow swept cased on me when the door opened. I looked up to his gaze, the same sinister gaze which I now can see being naughty too. He smirked and said Hello, nice to meet you Andy. He put his hands on my shoulder we embraced in a sort of hug. I had not expected it. It was electrifying to say the last. Feeling the rub of his body against mine while he was clothed and me only in a robe. I asked him if he'd like any drinks and asked for Gatorade. I never drink it, but I knew Devin always has them. We made our way directly to the guest room where the TV was showing a sort of screen saver and the only source of light was a bed lamp that sat next to the bottle of poppers. We sat on the bed and funnily enough, there was an awkward silence as my excitement had also froze me from behaving normally. "I feel like you don't do this often, do you Andy?" "No, it's been a while. I mean, fucking other guys is fine but it's been so long since I bottomed" "Really? Why's that?" With little thought, I blurted how the first time Rostam fucked me made me avoid bottoming and how I'd only do it if I could experience it the same way. How being with Devin also was a factor and how watching the videos brought out a primal urge that I never thought I had. It's as if I started to feel something again in terms of my libido, like it has been resurrected since Ludvig texted me even though it hasn't even been a day. I rambled like a gun was placed on my head. Ludvig nodded and understood, absorbing my confession and holding my shoulder, before pecking me and telling me how we could start slow and see what I like and what I don't like. I threw the robe I wore across the room and Ludvig took of his jumper, now in his tanktop and black jeans. He then paused to grab his bag to search for somethings. "Your briefs look good but I'd like to see you in this" In his hand was a pair of white jocks that seemed used, a bit grey now with its texture hard as if something had dried on it. The band was barely elastic but it was still in good shape. "I always fuck my boys in this. Makes them feel special." I had no hesitation and stripped accordingly. Pulling it up, it also felt a bit moist, though the band secured my waist perfectly and in the mirror, my ass looked better than with the briefs. On closer inspection, I noticed there was also some dyed out writings done in black market, something I couldn't make out. Ludvig was now impressed and pulled me into him, arms engulfing me as we continued to kiss and play with our tongues. I was never this experimental in my foreplay, but Ludvig had me take his spit and lick his armpits, acts I've never done before which I did with no qualms. For some reason, it felt natural for me to listen to him. He too returned the favour and sniffed my pits, devouring it before reaching for my lips to turn my tongue inside out again. "Do you have the gatorade?" I passed him a bottle and he unscrew the cap, pouring a small vial of a colourless liquid. He took a sip before telling me to gulp it all. I knew I had been compelled the moment I looked up at him. The foreplay we began with came to a halt when Ludvig unbuckled his belt and instructed me to turn on my back. He pulled his jeans off and naturally, he was in commando. With only a metal cock ring in place, I finally saw what I craved for. It was perfect and still flaccid. Thick and uncut. His balls too were massive and freely hanging off, whispering me to throw myself into it. The P.A. too was there, now studded in silver. In an instance, Ludvig grabbed my limbs and used the belt to tie me up. "This won't take long, Andy, trust me." I now faced the ceiling with my arms and feet held right above my stomach. In my attempt to show my obedience, I barely moved and remained still. Another vial, bigger than before was now in Ludvig's hand and I felt my hole being touched. How it has been too long to have it played. Tenderly, Ludvig brushed with his thumb and teased it in by pushing in, but never fully. I released my first moans of the night, repeatedly saying woah and dude in intervals. Suddenly, I felt a sharp slap, causing me to yelp. The slap had reached most of the nerves around my hole. "I'm not a dude, Andy. I'm Sir Ludvig. You are only allowed to call me by my name or title, is that clear?" "Yes, Sir." The moment I felt those fingers again, I had forgotten that I had felt any pain. Still tied, I could only look above and caught a glimpse of Ludvig standing, preparing the vial carefully. "This might sting, but I promise you it's worth it. Bottoms up, Andy." Ludvig dived into my hole, rimming me for a split second to further tease me before inserting his index fingers and pushing my sphincter apart. He did it quick and rough, scratching my insides a little. The liquid from the vial poured into my hole and what felt cold at first, became prickly and warm before settling in me. The belt was pulled off from me and was now hooked onto my neck like a collar. Ludvig pulled my head to his crotch, burying me in the bushy, warm cock that will soon be in me. I gave my best in sucking his cock. I caressed his balls and worshipped it. Ludvig was a grower, not a shower as I didn't expect how big he would be as he got hard. At each stroke I try to take, I had to put in more effort. I could sense the girth challenging my throat. Ludvig never stopped to tell me how good I was and how consistent I've been. "You've a strong will power, don't you know that boy? Not that often I find boys like you going in for the kill" I could only nod as I did not want to risk my focus on having his cock. Ludvig was also right, I managed to fully take him in my throat, as painful as it was and even if I was on the verge of tears. I did it. Ludvig pulled out of me fast, instantly relieving myself. I caught my breathe and held it. A strange new sensation now came up on me. Holding his cock, I look up to Ludvig, who was now grinning more than before. A look of accomplishment I could see in him. "You're feeling it now, Andy. Don't worry, let it in." I wasn't sure what he meant but I knew I was feeling better. Euphoric, even. As if I hadn't felt any sort o pain in the past hour. My body felt as if it was hit by a wave of pleasure that didn't seem to stop any soon. When I look at Ludvig, I felt different than before. It's as if I am now at his disposal and that my only purpose is to satisfy him. My ass was also tingling and in need of a cock, Ludvig if anything. My wants now became needs that had to be immediately satisfied. Any sort of stimulation could do. I stopped thinking straight and was now behaving in a way where my desires were now paramount. The primal urge to be fucked was now palpable in me. I grabbed Ludwig after giving his cock another lick and when I looked at him in the eyes, asking him when he'll be in me because my hole was now in frenzy. He laughed and kissed me, telling me soon boy soon. "Now lie on your back again" I obliged and was tied again. Not as tight as before, my legs were spread wide, hindering any kind of movement that would allow me to close. I could feel my hole exposed in the air and I heard the sound of a camera shutter coming from Ludvig's hand. "Very nice, Andy. Memories we can look back. Your first time and hopefully, your first of many...." I could only smile as my emotions were now at an all time high. Beads of sweat formed on my temples, dropping across my face. I tasted one of its salty drop running by my lip. My armpit was also perspiring. Ludvig didn't lose a chance to sniff into it while he was examining me. The sensation I feel going through my body didn't once change and my purpose at that moment was to satisfy him and only him. The phone was now mounted onto a tripod diagonally from the bed. Now behind me, Ludvig took a while to observe me, drenching now in silence. "You are very obedient, aren't you Andy? You don't make much noise. I'm very much impressed. Quiet and full of dark desires. What do you want now, Andy?" "I want you to fuck me Sir, please. I don't know why but I know I just need it. Give me your cock, cum in my mouth or ass I don't know." I now know that I had been spun in that moment. Did I have any regrets in what I said? Not even once. "Ah but I do have to say that you can be quite impatient. You crave for my load in you? It's very potent if you must know.." "I don't care. Fuck. I know you're poz. Do it. Poz me. Give me your strain" I knew this was going to happen. The minute I saw the third pic I knew I wanted it. I just needed that push from Sir to admit it. "Well well well, how forward of you. Now that makes it easy, doesn't it? No hints or whatsoever, just verbal communication" "Yes, Sir, please, I've said what I wanted, just do it. Woah, haha" Another wave of pure pleasure hit me again, I couldn't stop saying woah in my breathes, feeling more elated than before. "You've reached another level now, Andy. I think it's time." Without any warning, I felt the sharp beard diving into my hole. I ascended into heaven when the rimming started. Ludvig's stubble now amplifying the nerve around my hole. I felt his tongue pushing in and out of me. His spit was the only lubricant that was needed. He took his time and I was able to control my breaths and notice how spun I was. For a good 10 minutes, my pants was complimented by the sound of my hole being slurped. "Relax now, don't be to stiff" My limbs were positioned to the bed's edges and I could only look straight. Ludvig placed himself on top of me and brushed his hands on my back, pressing it before coming down close to my ear. His head was now right behind mine and he was squeezing both my arms that were hooked. I was immobile. He too was sweating and I felt his warmth while he was close to me. "You know Andy, I have a feeling we're going to see each other quite often, don't you think so?" "Yes, Sir, I'd want that." "Your desire, to have a part of me, well I don't think we can achieve that tonight, but we can start somewhere. You want to join the family?" "Fuck yes, Sir." "Man you really are eager. Don't worry boy, we'll welcome you with open arms. You don't know how luck you are to get a strain like mine." "A strain from 1996?" I was still breathing heavily, full on sweat, feeling Ludvig's weight on me, skin to skin. "Damn fucking right it is. You'll promise me that you're going to cherish it won't you? Only poz those that want it? Keep it exclusive. We're only 7 left today." "I'll be the eighth, Sir?" "That's right, lucky number 8. Youngest one too. You'll fit right in with the rest." "Thank you Sir, I appreciate it." "No no boy, thank you." Ludvig lifted himself up and started to rim me again. This time, there were more fingers. Before I even knew it, I felt the cold metal P.A. resting on my hole. "Ready for my poz load, Andy?" "Oh fuck yes Sir, poz me please." The first thrust was smooth and swift. My eyes popped and another wave of ecstasy ignited in me. Ludvig only mustered a satisfying "Oh!" before finding his bearing and perfecting his pace. Each stroke felt as if the right notes were played in working my orgasm. The pleasure was still, never any higher or lower. It was exceptionally better than the first fuck I had with Rostam. The rush of adrenaline I experienced had changed everything. For almost an hour I surrendered my ass to Ludvig. Every 10-15 minutes, I could tell he was close to coming, but he would restrain himself and gripped down onto me, killing the plateau. I didn't realize how much precum he had released into me until I felt the warmth of it, leaking like water. Feeling his precum made me more impatient for him to breed me. I needed the thick gooey poz load in my guts, asap. I was determined. I attempted to rock my ass upward for Ludvig and move my legs in a similar style I would when I swam. This impressed Ludvig who was now catching up with my pace. We were in sync in the heat. His body against mine was spectacular. Soon, my efforts weren't in vain as I felt Ludvig now repositioning himself to further go deeper in me. I easily took it and continued to rock my hips upward. I felt his arms now gripping my waist, trying to control me from pushing him further. With his other arm, he gripped my head and whispered. "Wow, you're a fucking champ huh? Soon boy soon we're almost there" I only replied with Yeah yeah yeah before dropping myself back on the mattress and putting my thrust to a stop. Ludvig continued. "What do you want again boy?" "Your poz load Sir" "Are you sure boy, you want this gift?" "Yes Sir" And with that, Ludvig's heavy breathing turned into a deep moan which sent me in overdrive. Although I did not ejaculate, I felt the climax. I felt my insides being coated by each rope of load that Ludvig released into me. Viral loads that could seal my fate like him. Another moan came out from him and by now he was resting himself on me, holding me tightly like he had with the other boys. His warm load in me felt fucking amazing. If I could live in that moment forever, I would. Feeling him on top, right behind me as I remained tied was my way of serving him, satisfying him. I hope I had that night. Soon, I could feel how full I was when Ludvig was exiting. My ass was a jug that could barely hold the volume of load that Ludvig had deposited. Ludvig climbed off from the bed, and searched in his bag for a plug. It popped with close to no resistance. I now lie on the bed, still spread. Ludvig dried himself with the towel and unhooked me, then pecking me to tell me how good I was. I just nodded and my eyes remained dilated. It was 11.15 and I still felt like I wasn't done yet. "You want more, do you?" Ludvig asked me in a cheeky way, as if he still has more to offer. "Yeah, but my boyfriend's coming home soon." "Why not ask him to join us? I can call some friends and who knows, make this into a party" "He's not the kind. But give me some time and I'm sure I can convince him" "Hmhmmm. Whatever you say, boy. Don't let someone stop you from pursuing what you truly want" I moved forward to kiss Ludvig and before you know it, we were making out. "Slowly, this time, shall we? More tender.." Hearing him say that convinced me that I'm set to be poz for him. I tried to control myself from spinning and allowed myself to let him take over me. We were now more mindful and no longer filled with haste. We caressed and I reached out to his pierced nipples, nibbling on them before turning my head up to reach for his kiss. I now lie on my back, legs spread for him. He cupped my ass, cradling it by placing a pillow below to pull the plug out. I had absorbed most of his load though the plug was moist, and automatically, Ludvig cleaned it with his tongue and came up to me for a kiss. Face to face now, I lifted my legs to rest on his shoulder. His heavy arms cushioned my calfs. We were both still heated, sweating less than before but never missing that moist sensation when our skin was in contact. This time, we both made no noise. Ludvig hoisted me at an angle he preferred, and for the second time, he fucked me with a different kind of passion. Being able to see him thrusting himself into me was beautiful. He looked me in the eyes with every push he gave. I steadily held onto him, repositioning myself at times. The first load was still leaking but we didn't care. As Ludvig was about to come for the second time, he told me how his VL isn't that high. He told me how he really wants me to meet the other guys and that I could have an official conversion. I could only look up to him and nod, knowing he understood I was willing. In his final thrusts, I heard the sound of the main door being unlocked. I didn't care if Devin walks in. Hell, I had zero shame if anyone else saw me right there. As Ludvig reached his climax, I caught Devin taking a peak through the door. We made eye contact. He looked as me as if he didn't recognize me. In an instant, he was gone. I felt the jets of Ludvig's load in me again and I loudly exclaimed my gratitude, hoping Devin would hear. "Thank you Sir for giving me your poz loads" "Anytime boy, anytime." I looked at myself now in the mirror, still in the used jock that Ludvig brought. Tonight, I've contributed a part of me into this jock and it too has served me its purpose. The bedsheets were drenched all kinds of fluids. Slowly, I could tell that I was coming down from the high. It was almost 2 and Ludvig had to go. There was a cumdump not too far taking loads all night. "That could be you, if you're part of our family. Look at this" He showed me the published ad, some boy in his late 20s, white probably, in a black jock and a baseball cap. The truckers would probably go to town with boys like that. It was quite tempting to imagine myself like that. I could, but I knew it had to be on my own terms. After Ludvig left, I cleaned as much as I could and spent the rest of the night watching porn, with little success in getting hard. I didn't care at that point. The fact that I got what I wanted was all that matters.

Guess who's spun & excited to share a new story. I know I'm terrible at finishing my other works, but I can't help it. I might update and give a succinct ending just to tie some strings up but nothing is certain! Hope you like this one. This time, I'm focusing more on the plot rather than the sex so it is a bit different! I've never really gave much thought on my homosexual tendencies. It has always been there. It's not just the cock, but the male physique in general. Chubs, muscular, small, any kind of bodies with any kind of faces and hairstyle, any fashion style one had, as long as it was a man, I could get hard. After almost 7 years living in Edmonton, I found myself jaded with the routine I had. Sure, I have a good job with a great salary,,my sex life was decent and I had people to hang with from time to time. Yet, I feel hollow, as if I am leading a meaningless life. Even the alcohol, weed and chems that I partake in at times have failed to hide this supposed mid life crisis I was going through. Physically, I was fit. At 5'11 with a brunette buzz cut, I looked like a regular 'coastal liberal' as the rednecks would say since I was always in fitted jeans and oxford shirts. Thanks to the sports I did in college, I wasn't much of a gym person since my body had been sculpted from a young age. Being close to 33, I did feel a little left out that most of the guys I hang with at the bar have already settled down or are in relationships that have lasted for more than 3 years. (Quite a feat knowing how the community can be). As always, they would say but John, you're gorgeous, what's stopping you from having anyone here? Nothing, I would say. They were right, I could bring anyone back home though I had little interest in forming any sort of relationship after. It wasn't for me. Even those who are in open relationships are still committed to their main partner. It wasn't a relationship that I could commit to, but a mission or a calling if I could describe it. I knew there is more out there for me. I needed to get out. One Friday evening, I found myself at the bar, as usual, doing shots with the guys I've known since I moved here. Patrick, Juan, Chris and Eddie. Patrick and Chris are engaged, though in an open relationship while Juan could never keep a relationship longer than 6 months. Eddie on the other hand had an older partner named Hugo who share his passion of pottery. Out of all 4, Eddie was the most normal, or straight passing as we would frequently tease him. The usual conversation includes how the week went, or how work sucks, and what was there to do during the weekend. Eddie mentioned that he had a lucrative order that he had to send out and needed a pickup truck to deliver it. Since I was the only one with a GMC, all eyes were on me. I didn't mind helping Eddie out. I even suggested to him that he and I could do the drive together. I wish I hadn't though, as Eddie didn't mention that the customer was based 2 hours from the city. The next day, I drove into Eddie's driveway right before 11 AM and saw the garage door opened with a pallet of amphoras wrapped in plastic and strapped. They looked exquisite. Each had elaborative patterns, some with biohazard, most were just silhouettes of men fucking and figures dancing. One would think that they came from Greece if not examined closely. "I'm glad you're down to help me man. I really thought I would've done the drive myself since Hugo has an order that's due on Monday. I mean, I don't even know where this place is and the buyer's price was hard to resist that I had to offer free delivery. 15K for a crate of these strange yet erotic design that he requested. It wasn't even my design. They emailed some PNGs and told me to have fun with it." It has been a while since I last hung out with Eddie alone. He had always been like a brother to me since he was the first person I met in this city. He made it feel normal to be gay in the province I ended up in. Before he met Hugo about a year ago, Eddie and I would do T every Friday after leaving the bar. Nothing ever happened between us since we would always find our own guy to screw with. The closest thing that we've ever done that could be considered as sex was when we were both fucking 2 guys on the same bed and switched asses from time to time. Those were our party days and I have to say, I do miss it. We were never addicts, we were only enjoying the weekly session we had. When Eddie and Hugo moved in together, I stopped doing T as frequent as I would. For the better, I tell myself. Nowdays, the only time I do smoke was if a tweaking bottom on Grindr was looking for loads. The drive to the buyer's place was rural. It actually took more than 2 hours for us to get there. From what Eddie said, the buyer lives in a sort of commune on a farmland. To get there, we had to make a number of turns after exiting the freeway. The thick forrest surrounding us, both left and right made it feel as if we were driving in circles. Finally, a signboard that says "Commune Plus" appeared and as we turn in, we still had to drive for another 2 miles to finally see the compound. We passed a large wooden arc that served as an entrance into the compound. In cursive, the words "Commune Plus" was written above the frame, with a headline underneath that says, "+ where men are their True selves +" It was also kinda interesting how the O in the word commune was a biohazzard symbol. The farmhouse was huge. There were bout 3 barns scattered on the compound with a large pond in the middle. Eddie was pretty stunned at the place, as was I. Who knew a place like this existed, being so remote to everything? It was almost 3 PM and as we got close to the main farmhouse, a man in a full on white linen robe came out, ready to welcome us. "You must be Eddie, it's a pleasure to meet you. And you are..?" "This is John, he's helping me out today" "Pleasure to meet you as well, John." The man introduced himself as Ahura. He was about 6'0, thin yet muscular, and was donning a bun on his head with grey highlights. If I had to put an age, he was probably in his late 50s. I found him to be quite attractive. His chest was exposed, revealing some curly hair and pierced nipples. Around his neck was a necklace that had a golden whistle. He made his way to the truck with us and before I was about to pull down the trunk door, Ahura told us to stop since we had come such a long way and that we needed to eat and rest. With one high pitched blow and a moment that didn't event last 30 seconds, two men appeared by his side. They were both in their 20s, probably new grads. Both skinny and twink like. Both also had a clean shaved head and each wore an identical white jockstrap with white sneakers. They also had a tight silver bracelet on both hands. Ahura commanded them to bring the amphoras inside before complimenting Eddie on how it turned out. "What you've made is more than what I had foreseen. Thank you. Come in now, we have already delayed our luncheon waiting for this masterpiece." Ahura had a unique voice. His inflections were crisp and the way he spoke was ritualistic, as if every word spoken is a part of an incantation. The way he walked was also something. It was intricate and seems as if he was gliding, with the robe brushing the ground. His height is only a plus, for vanity purposes. While we made our way inside, I felt a little relief when I found out that Eddie too shared my sentiment on Ahura. For a second, one could say that we became curious of this man who possessed a sort of magnetism in us. After all, the swift response he received when he blew his whistle was unarguably a power move that stayed with us. The dining hall had a table that was probably the longest I've ever seen in my life. When we entered, half the table was already occupied by men who were all in similar loincloth, neatly tied to spare very little, torso exposed and topless as they should be. They were gorgeous. Most were probably around my age and some were already eyeing Eddie and I. Each of them had sculpted bodies, though some had very apparent veins. Some were also muscular but remained thinner than average. Similar to how Ahura looks like. It was a sort of textured look that was likely due to the physical activity they they do daily. Or so I thought.. Of course, Ahura sat in the middle main seat, with everyone being able to see him. Directly to his left was Eddie and beside was me. The table could probably fit 30 people the least. If I had to eyeball, we were probably around 15. The moment Ahura took his seat, the room turned silent. Before he spoke, he made sure to observe each person and nod, acknowledging their presence. Eddie and I included. He first introduced us as visitors who have delivered and blessed the commune with vases that will enhance the place. He then announced that there would be more members joining the commune next month. He thanked the current members, who were all listening attentively, for being dedicated in supporting his vision of the commune. "Before you came here, each of you lead a different life, a life that was empty that limited your desire and constricted your agency to how the outside world deemed it as. Being a part of the commune has liberated you. I can see it and so can you, Yohann. And you too, Kronos. You have all joined the commune for a fresh start, and I have managed to grant you that gift." Both Eddie and I knew that we were visiting a cult, but we never really knew how it actually was like . Even with all the documentaries that we've watched and the podcast we put on during the drive, to participate in a cult lunch wasn't a way we saw how our Saturday would go. We weren't the disrespectful kind since we've all been exposed to all kinds of kinks but this men only cult that we found ourselves in started to turn into an itch in our psyche that we couldn't explain. The rest of Ahura's speech was how the commune is still young and though it is expanding, it is not permanent. The goal was that the commune would live off grid, growing their own produce and eliminating the traditional bonds that the outside world had. Essentially, everyone in the commune treated each other equally, being able to fuck one another without hesitation and embracing primal lust. With the wine glass in his right hand, Ahura put his arm up and declared "May we live harmoniously without restraints" When Eddie and I gulped the wine, we were blind sighted at how strong it was. I knew that it wasn't just wine that we drank. It was definitely G. I calmed Eddie down by holding his thigh under the table cloth, telling him it's not drastic. Ahura, toying his entree with his utensils looked at us and formed a smile. "Don't worry, the amount of G is very minimal and think of it as a way to just wind down after making that long drive. After you both are no longer famished, I will give you a tour of this place, just as a little extra since we rarely receive visitors.." Surprisingly, Eddie thanked Ahura and was looking forward to seeing the compound. I shot a look at him, but Eddie reassured me. How quick his mind changed. It's not that I wanted to leave. Deep down, I know that the longer I stayed here the harder it would be for me to leave. These irresistible guys who I'm at the table with behaved so seductively, caressing each other at times and feeding one another without breaking their touch. Anytime I make eye contact with one of them, I knew that I would be hard. Ahura and Eddie continued talking, exchanging opinions on what an amphora or a vase is, with Eddie clearly being more engrossed in Ahura. He didn't even realize that Ahura was holding his hands on the table the entire time. If I'm being honest, I was quite envious. I tried to look at my phone but there was barely any signal. I looked up and I noticed Yohann was looking at me. He had auburn curls that hid his forehead and his face was shaved clean. I wouldn't put him past 30 with how much youth he's still holding. His chest was broad and his neck had a silver necklace with a biohazard logo pendant. It's strange how frequent I've seen the logo since I got here. Unlike the rest of the men at the table, he and I weren't conversing. We were both looking at each other for a while, trying to observe and analyze each other. Him being topless didn't help much. He wasn't too muscular, yet it would be easy for me to trace his body from how defined it was. Lean, one could say. Throughout the eye fuck we were having, he was also playing with his necklace, brushing it on his lips, turning it sideways with the chains gliding under his chin, never breaking our gaze. I stopped zoning out when Ahura stood up, Eddie following him and me trailing behind to start the tour. I also began to realize how subtle Ahura was when he instructed Yohann to accompany us as well. What does he know? To show the ins and outs as Ahura puts it. Yohann smirked at me after replying, "It would be an honour, Ahura". The four us started in the main foyer where we first entered. The snow marble floor, when viewed from the staircase above resembles a golden pentagram, layered with a platinum biohazard symbol. Again I thought, the same logo. On the second floor, we passed through hallways after hallways, with different roman numerals on each doors. Though Ahura didn't show us all the rooms, most were average dorm like rooms. There was probably 2-3 single beds in each room. To no one's surprise, the bathroom had a common shower. It really reminded me of the kinds of showers you'd find at the gym. Ahura also skipped the rooms which had doubled doors and lacked any number. Strange I thought. I broke the silence with Yohann and asked, what's in there? "Members only" Out of the 3 barns, he only showed us one where they had some livestock. There were guys working who I didn't see at lunch. Some were in jockstraps, some only in overalls with nothing underneath. There were also some guys who were only in ripped jeans and boots, flannel shirt tied around the waist,. They all seemed to be enjoying what they were doing, bodies glistening with sweat, faces shining laboriously. Everyone stopped to bow for Ahura the minute we entered. With a wave and both arms open, Ahura thanked them for their hard work and wished them well on advancing. We ended up by the benches at the pond to end the tour. Until now, I didn't get to talk to Ahura much since Eddie and him were constantly in awe of one another. I only got to talk with Yohann, asking him what is going on in this place and how he ended up there. I was very frank since I couldn't help it any longer. "Before I came here, I wasn't Yohann. I was Bernard. I found out about the commune a year ago when I lost my job. Can you believe I was at work tweaking?" Yes I could because I knew fags who couldn't separate the T from party, ruining their career and self imploding. Instead of thinking out loud, my only response was one that went along the lines of "Wow, that's awful. How did you find out bout this then? Did you get clean here?" "Fuck no, I still tweak whenever I want without any judgements since I came here. These guys are more than brothers, they become a part of you. The day I got fired, I met my dealer to score more and he told me that there was a job his friend, Ahura was offering. Back then, we were probably 9 people. Now, when you include the novices, 25. I thought it was just a regular farm job, but the first day I got here, my life changed for the better." "What do you mean?" "Well, that's something that you have to find out on your own, if you're willing." I looked up to find Ahura and Eddie gone, now heading to one of the barns, hands together. What the fuck? I started to worry and asked Yohann where they were going. "Let's see for ourselves." I didn't rush to run since I still wanted to keep my cool with Yohann. We approached the barn, entering through the main door that was already partially opened. It wasn't what an inside of a barn would look like. It was lavishly decorated with velvet furnitures. The floor was concrete but polished. At the end of the room between two pillars lied Eddie and Ahura on a satin king sized bed. Eddie had a glass pipe in his mouth, Ahura preparing the next hit while holding a metal tray. Strangely enough, I stopped worrying and shot Eddie a look, with him blowing his clouds in my direction. "I should've known that you both partake in the appreciation of crystal, allowing its smoke to electrify and elevate the body. How serendipitous it is that Yohann accompanied us, given that he is the master of chasing the dragon in our commune" Yohann smiled and joined Ahura. He took the tray away, allowing Eddie and Ahura to now fondling one another, before shotgunning and embracing in a trance. I was still, standing right across them, immobile. On one hand, I was relishing at how the old Eddie is back, but on the other, I feared for his future with Hugo. "Come, John. Chase the dragon with us, up in the clouds where we'll find a potent pleasure." Eddie now started talking differently. I was alone, in this arena sized barn, faced with a decision to join or go. I couldn't leave Eddie though, never. Plus, Yohann was there. I took the plunge and the next thing I know, my tongue was in a wrestle with Yohann's and Eddie had his mouth full with Ahura's 9 incher. "This is just a preview, boys. We're not going to fuck you until you're one of us. And even then, there are steps to joining the commune...." Eddie and I were clearly more tweaked than the others. They probably have a higher tolerance seeing that they were nonchalant. Both Ahura and Yohann then got up, pulling us each by the arm to give the real tour. The barn we were in was where they would initiate members into the commune. An invitation is first required. Yohann had never met Ahura until he showed up at the commune. Ahura coached and motivated him to embrace his true self through the commune. Within 3 months, Yohann was leading the lab they had in the other barn, synthesizing T to grow their capital. Being far and remote was an advantage they had. There weren't stages when the commune started, once someone is a member, they are equal to one another. Only recently it was decided that through strict vetting and procedural methods could they keep their commune a secret while ensuring loyalty and dedication from the members. To be a part of the commune, a bond was needed, a positive bond, as Ahura puts it. It was his viral load that runs through the commune, sealing themselves to him forever. It was by being poz from Ahura do the members benefit from the resources Ahura provides. The T was a significant part of the commune's cashflow, though for the most part the commune itself is self-sustaining. Ahura's vision was to keep the population at a fixed number, ensuring balance and avoiding any recognition from the outside world. "By end of this year, we're aiming to be around 40, not more than 50. This is a chance for you both to escape and leave the life you had before you came here. Look at how we cherish our new lives, providing for each other, being there for each other, not a single ounce of shame in any of us." We passed by the barn we visited earlier. This time, there were only 2 guys left, chopping some wood. Ahura quietly approached one of them who had an overall, and with no warning, he pushed the boy down onto the table, unbuttoning from behind before diving into his ass for a rim. The only thing the boy could say was Thank you, Ahura. His legs spread wider, allowing Ahura to push his tongue deeper. Moments after, Ahura placed his cock on the boy's hole and thrust forward with little resistance, telling the boy how lucky he was to get fucked by him while still being a novice. "Though today is your lucky day, I have guests that I need to attend to, so forgive me for ejaculating earlier than I normally would." "Don't apologize Ahura, I am forever grateful for you" Not even 5 minutes since the boy was shoved down, Ahura came, moaning quietly as he turned to look at Eddie and I with an ambitious expression aimed to convince us. Still spun, we both exchanged a look that was a combination of fear, lust but worst of all, submission. Ahura candidly continued, "See how easy it is? How everyone here is always willing to help one another. Contemplate well on my invitation you two. I seldom give golden tickets easily. Sleep on it if you wish. Dusk is approaching. We wouldn't want you to venture back to the city in the dark." Shit, I always forget how fast time passes when you're on T. Yohann showed us the guest room in the main farmhouse. It was in the same hallway where the double door room was. Eddie and I both showered in the commons, reflecting on what had transpired. "We're not thinking straight, Eddie. Who know what else we took. This is a huge commitment, man." "Yeah of course, but look, don't you think that we won't get a chance like this again? I feel like once we leave, we're never going to find a place like this ever. I'm pretty sure Ahura's gonna make me delete the address and any form of trails we have to the commune if we don't accept." "If you want to get pozzed, then you can do it in the city. If you want T, you can do it with me. What does this place have that's compelling you so much? "It has a purpose for us to be who we are and share it with the few who understand. It's not bout the drugs or being poz, it's bout the community that I never had, man. Sure, life back in the city is great and all, but you always got to be wary. Outside the bar, are we really ourselves? Tell me, John. Don't you want to feel like you're a part of something?" I couldn't say more. The only sound there was was the water coming out of the shower. When the tap was off, I broke the silence. "I don't think I could ever leave you. I'm not just talking bout this place. If I leave and I won't see you ever again, then I'm not sure what I'll do." We were now facing each other, full nude, with Eddie spotting a boner for a short moment. He came closer to me and tilted his head up to give a peck, hands behind my back, pulling us closer. It was the first time we kissed. It was real. I knew I've made my decision. Lying on the single bed, we cuddled and didn't say much. It was difficult to fuck since we couldn't get ourselves hard, and frankly, we were exhausted. Sleeping was also difficult. At around 2 AM, we heard footsteps in the hallway, followed by the sound of doors closing. The slam was louder than our room door. Could it be the other room? Feeling restless, I convinced Eddie to check it out together. There was barely any light in the house. Though there was electricity, candles and gas lamps were preferred. The double door at the end of the hallway now had a candle hung on both sides, illuminating most of the hallway. The knobs were brass and heavy. We attempted to open it slowly, going inside to finally satisfy our curiosity. The room was bigger than we thought. Curtains separated the room as if it was a maze. We heard a chant that was hypnotizing. We followed it, cutting through the room, hoping for the best. Finally, we came upon Ahura who was naked, hair down, leading the chant with some of the men we met at lunch echoing. They were encircling the boy in the overalls, who was now tied and spread like an eagle in a circle that had a pentagram. There candles that were lit at each points and Ahura was now walking in the circle, taunting the boy and savouring every orifice. The chant was incomprehensible. The boy could only moan and groan, as if possessed as Ahura was savouring every inch of him. Suddenly, the chant changed and the men circling started to kneel. Ahura's eyes turned white and he loosened the boys attachment to lift him up. Now on the floor, Ahura placed the boy's hip on top of his, slowly piercing the boys hole with his shaft. Not even halfway yet and the boy was already in ecstasy. Ahura could only hush the boy, apologizing him for the fuck earlier. It was insulting, to have me in you without any ceremonious element. This is to make up for today, boy. Christmas came early cause you're getting the gift before the rest of your peers will. Cherish this moment now, boy. Tears now started fall from the boy's face, though it wasn't of pain, but joy. There was a certain religious epiphany that the boy had as he was being impaled by Ahura. The other men, now in a prostate position, continued chanting, hitting their fist on the floor in harmony. The closer Ahura was to coming, the faster and louder the fists were banged. Finally, as he came, the room was quiet with the exception of the boy who was still moaning. "It's so...warm.." Ahura stayed in the boy and cradled him for a good 8 minutes, welcoming him to the commune, whispering how much his life was about to change. Eddie and I could only watch without a single blink. It was more than a cult, there was also elements of occult. I was never a superstitious person, but there was a palpable energy that I felt being in that room. Some sort of fascination that I wanted to experience. From the way Eddie was watching, he too would agree with me. We were so engrossed in what was happening that Yohann appeared behind us, slightly jumping us. "So..shall I inform Ahura that you both have made up your mind?" Eddie with no hesitation said Yes, admit us. It took me a while to say it. "Yeah if Eddie's in I'm in too." Yohann then told us that once we are certain of our decision, we will not be able to leave until Ahura allows it. We had to also follow everything Ahura commands and instructs. It was, for our betterment. The process of joining the commune was tedious, but the spirituality of it, though contrary was one that was unique and vital to the commune. Though we made sure to keep a distance from where the ritual was, Ahura, as Yohann had, appeared from behind one of the curtains. "Did I hear that right?" Yes, Eddie and I said in unison. "Well let's not waste time then. We're already done with one. What's another two? Commune members, in position as before! We've got 2 prospects who before, were visitors. We sure did a good job in showing them how hospitable we are, didn't we?" "Always, Ahura. Your guidance has never contained any doubts. I am also grateful to you for allowing me to get to know John. I believe he has potential to be in the higher ranks by the end of the year." "What makes you say so, Yohann?" "There's this look I see in him, one that's unsatisfied with his current life. All of us were like that but unlike the rest, he is more disciplined and loyal. Look at how dedicated he is to the other man he came with. The two of them were destined to be a part of the commune" "Very good observations. Now boys, there's been a change in your initiation. It's going to be challenging, painful but most importantly, liberating. At this moment now, we need your word and good faith that you will accept this offer. There is no turning back from here on. I could let you head back in the city maybe next week or next year. It is I who built this haven and it is I who you will bow down to when required. From here on, you will no longer be treated like the visitors you were but as novices who will have to earn the respect that the men you see over there have gone through." Yohann took out 2 separate documents for us to sign, waiving any liabilities toward Ahura, fully understanding what was going to happen. We had already made our decision in the shower. This was just a way to legitimize it. Once the documents were signed and handed back, I felt a blindfold being put on me and all of a sudden, my limbs were being pulled and I could hear Eddie was being dragged too. There's no going back, I tell myself. We had to surrender and submit to whatever Ahura had in store for us. As I struggled from the wave of men holding me, I started to lose consciousness when I felt my mouth and nose being covered by a sort of cloth. My last thought before blanking out was what was going to happen to Eddie?

These entries, like all of the stories I have written, were done while I was smoking. About 3-4 times a year I would get a bag just to spark some ideas and unleash my fantasies. I apologize if my previous stories stopped halfway, they weren't my best and I got clueless after realizing that I would repeat myself. The photos also started to become difficult to find and format so I just decided to stick to plain old text. Part X 5 Novices. 2 Married, 2 Below 30, and 1 below 20. Luis, being the youngest at 34 now was assigned to recruit the one who was under 20. Though most of us preferred to be around older guys, this task didn't pertain to our individual desires but our responsibilities to propagate our faith. For those below 30, Jeff was chosen since no one could resist how he was close to his late 40s and still packing stronger as ever, donning the same locks he's had in a pony tail now. Finally, since I lost my bet to John, he would be in charge of looking for the 2 married men. I was a bit jealous at first but thankfully, during this scouting period, Victor and I spent more time together. It was as if I got to know him again when we both looked back on the past 10 years. Scouting period was assigned from the middle of spring until the end of summer. Similar to the Moon, the Sun also influences a ritual, amplifying an offer. Ideally, the offers should be done during the 3 weeks where during the midsommar, or summer solstice would we have obtained half of our new devotees. A sort symmetric balance. Luis, whose work ethic is admirable as ever, wasted no time. It was expected that he would find our first out of five novices. Thanks to his previous experience in the academics, Luis found an job as a summer TA in one of the city's community colleges. The school was massive and he was definitely spoil for choices. It was also by pure luck that he would audit a class called Same-sex relationships in Antiquity, where most students were already queer. The pool for Luis to fish got smaller and easier. One student that stood out for Luis was a boy named Cameron, who looked like he didn't belong in the class. He seemed as if he spends his time in the gym, with a broad chest and frequently wears brightly colored polo shirts with cargo shorts. The other students would be in oversized clothing, layer after layer in defiance of fast fashion, but Cameron looks like a frequent shopper at American Eagle. Luis didn't pay much attention to him at first besides his style. It was only when he admitted that he was bisexual and that was why he took the class did Luis began to make his plan. During office hours, Luis would spend more time with Cameron, making casual conversations and asking more personal questions. Cameron, naive as most 2nd year students still were, entertained Luis and even develop a sort of crush after knowing more about Luis. He didn't know anyone else who were in an open relationship with 4 other guys and lived together. It was unorthodox for him. Cameron grew up in the suburbs, spending his summer as a lifeguard while working at the ice cream shop. The only reason he took the class was because it was the only time that it was offered and he wanted to learn more bout his sexuality. Luckily for him, there was Luis to guide him. After midterms week, the class decided to celebrate at a bar. A few shots and drinks after, Cameron finally confided in Luis that he was a virgin. "19 is still okay though! During my days, it was common to turn 24 and still not have your cherry popped." "Really? Damn that's so old...not that that's a bad thing I mean you must be past 30 by now right?" "35 in 4 months and I wouldn't have it other way. Tell me Cameron, have you ever kissed a boy?" "Yeah, a couple. Jerked a couple of dudes here and there and had someone suck my dick once but honestly, I don't think I've hit any milestones" "What kind of milestones?" "Well, you know...experiencing anal...doing both top and bottom position... sucking a dick....the basics!" By now, both student and teacher were drawn closer as the music got louder for the evening patrons. Louis got the next 2 rounds and by midnight, Cameron had his arm around Luis to support himself as he had drank more than he would, speech starting to slur. Luis, who could handle his liquor, tried to escort Cameron back home but he begged him not to bring him back since his parents were conservative and didn't tolerate alcohol in the house. He knew that if he brought Cameron back to his place, then half of his job was already done, but Luis wasn't the kind to take advantage of college boys. They made back home safe and Luis tried his best to carry Cameron in. He passed out in the sofa of the living room, snoring peacefully. Luis and Jeff were standing above him, observing his movements. Jeff sure was jealous of Luis. "Do you really have to be this quick?" "No, I just got lucky." Cameron woke up to the sound of a sizzling pan and eggs being cracked. Tilting from the end of the sofa, he saw about 3 men, 2 in robe and one in just a jockstrap. Immediately, his morning wood rose. As it turns out, Drew and Victor were in matching satin robes, untied for everyone in the house to see, and John just got back from a key party, clothes stolen with only his wallet. The men were laughing Cameron could only eavesdrop and wished how he could live like them, freely expressing themselves at breakfast, discussing their escapades candidly. His phone suddenly rang and the gentlemen in the kitchen stopped talking to find out the noise. Seated up, Cameron waved to the men, who looked incredibly gorgeous, even in the morning. "Well, well well, what do we have here" Victor adjusted his glasses to see the 19 year old, whose morning hair and wrinkled clothes reminded him of his springbreak in freshman year. "I'm Luis' friend..we got kinda drunk last night and he thought it'd be safe if I stayed here" "Oooh, our mysterious Luis bringing a friend back home? Interesting.." Drew looked at both John and Victor who were now very curious. Luis was always the kind to keep to himself. He rarely opened himself up, even with his brethren. He was closest to Jeff, who frequently zoned out every time Luis goes off tangent. Cameron was one of those rare people that Luis could be himself. He was comfortable. The 3 early birds who came from the kitchen couldn't help themselves with Cameron. All kinds of questions were piling up on him, giving him no time to answer. Hearing the commotion from above, Luis ran down to control the shenanigan that the seniors of the household would put him into. It's ironic how Luis was the most mature, even though he was the youngest. John, though neat and proper, can come off as nonchalant if something isn't his responsibility, and Jeff, well Jeff is a real life Ken Doll. Luis rescued Cameron from the vultures who couldn't stop teasing him, bringing him to the patio where they had coffee. "You guys seem to be one big happy family here huh.." "Kinda. They can get on my nerves. But we're bonded for life" "What do you mean?" Unlike the rest of the guys, Luis was a man of principle. He was brutally honest and direct. This attribute of him is one of the reasons why he had always been seen as awkward or strange. Meeting Drew and the rest was the first time he felt normal. In the best Cliff Notes version that he could give, Luis told Cameron how he ended up living at Victor's. Why the household formed and why he and the rest of his mates subscribed to the mystical belief that was the centre of their lives. There was no confusion from Cameron's part, only fascination, disbelief, and best of all, curiosity. Just like the men he encountered this morning, Cameron started to ask all kinds of questions that Luis didn't feel like sharing. "It stays between us and it is sacred. I can't divulge any further than what I've told you." "What if I want join you guys?" Finally, the million dollar question that easily fell into Luis' lap. "There's a process, a set of procedures, dedication and discipline. Most of all, submission" It was a Saturday and Cameron had no plans. Should he push this envelope of curiosity more? It is time for him to explore more after all. That was the point of him going to college in the first place. It took a while to convince his parents, even with the scholarship and bursaries. He begged Luis to tell more bout the process and for a moment, Luis almost forgot why he even started talking to Cameron in the first place. By remembering his purpose and his faith, he started opening up more to Cameron, warning him that the minute he gets charged, there is no turning back. Purposely, when asked what he meant by charge, Luis feigned ignorance and called Drew to tell him more. Drew, unabashed as ever, grabbed Cameron from the patio to the living room, repositioning him to face the TV. The blinds were drawn down and with a click of a button, Jeff appeared on the screen, tweaked and ready to receive some loads. Unlike the sleazy bareback videos that Cameron had watch, this was more real, more authentic. The shakiness of the camera and the average look the participants had was realistic, turning him on more. Luis could only sigh as he sat next to him, staring at him as he was fixated on the screen, still and quiet in awe. 30 minutes in, Drew came in with a pipe, informing Luis that the batch was home made, stronger than the street and blessed from above. With Cameron there, who else would be the first to try their organic chem? Drew came closer to Cameron with the pipe and guided his mouth to inhale, telling him that he was now going to chase the dragon that will lead him to paradise. Luis didn't protest as Cameron's curiosity got the best of him. Everything was a brand new experience for him. The home brewed T he ingested sent waves through him, a sort of dopamine rush that never faded. A few Wows later, Drew and Luis started to smoke the batch. Cameron's reaction was an understatement to how great their chem was. Immediately, Cameron held Luis' hands and confessed his feelings for him, how the last few hours have given him a different perspective to his life, how he could finally feel proud of himself, free of the judgement that he grew up in. He detested his home. He needed a change. Luis knew that he would stay and he was willing to share his life with him, even if they had only met briefly. The frequent gaze they exchanged all throughout the class was enough for him to know what kind of person Cameron was. Victor appeared by the hallway and approached Cameron, forcefully grabbing him, analyzing his features and the tweaked state he was in, and gave Luis a smile, congratulating him. He then dived in for a kiss, and held Cameron's head. Tongues were tied with Cameron reciprocating, holding himself against Victor. After, Victor took a moment to tell Luis that the plan has changed. It is him who's going to convert Cameron. He threw a few sheets of paper onto the coffee table and in it indicated the extremely high VL he was carrying. Luis' expression switched from betrayal to gratitude in an instant. The sooner Cameron joins them, the sooner he can be with him. It didn't matter who would initiate him at that point. Drew then suggested that they head to the basement where they could use the dungeon for the first time. Cheers echoed and Jeff, absent as always, woke up to see what had transpired. All 5 men were now surrounding Cameron, who by now had probably taken his 20th hit of their homebrew T. So far so good, Drew observed. Cameron was told to take his clothes off, standing in the middle of the room with a single bulb dangling above him. Naked and cold, John threw a leather harness and a pair of rubber shorts chaps. It was felt strange for his crotch to be exposed as the sides of his calves were covered, stretched by the transluscent material. He had to put on a pair of joggers that were worn out after putting on a pair of high knee socks. "Now that's what I call a sexy frat slut who's not afraid to get piggy" exclaimed John. Cameron, with adrenaline higher than ever, felt no shame. He stood still and flexed himself in his attire, posing for Drew who started to record. Jeff, who just got out of bed, couldn't contain his hard on. Without a word, he approached Cameron and pulled him down to his crotch, forcing him to swallow his cock. It was the longest cock Cameron had seen in real person. If only he knew what Victor was packing... In his tweaked out state, Cameron maneuvered himself skillfully on Jeff's cock. He didn't take any pause to catch his breathe and he was determined to prove himself to the men around him. Luis sat on a stool, observing his student turning to the slut he had envisioned. There was no satisfaction for Luis as to him, it had all been predetermined. He only felt reassured that his planning and calculations were right, as always. Cameron was now foaming and drooling from taking Jeff's cock. He showed no signs of reaching climax, but he was satisfied with the treatment he got. He pushed Cameron off him, and flipped his ass to face him, where he gave Cameron his first rimjob. John, impressed with his mouth, crouched to offer his semi hard to Cameron, who naturally went for it, sucking it from the semi state it was in to rock hard, filling the cavity of his mouth and pushing the limits of his gag reflex. "There there now, slut. No turning back remember" John reminded Cameron. His eyes began to tear up, not from the pain but from taking John's big cock. Drew made sure to always give him a hit to ensure that he never stopped chasing the dragon. Pupils dilated once more and having his hole devoured by Jeff, beard brushing against his cheeks made him moan louder than usual. Once Jeff was done, he pulled John's cock out to spit in his mouth, putting it back. Drew now sat next to Luis, asking if he's going to join in.. "Not today... I want it to be just between us." It was odd for Drew to hear Luis expressing himself, especially emotionally. He avoided any further response and the two sat calmly as spectators. Victor, now fully naked was now ready for Cameron. Jeff was now the one giving him the hit and John's hard cock remained in him, making itself comfortable in his throat. Jeff pulled out a bench and lifted Cameron onto it, face faced to where Drew and Luis were sat. For Cameron, his expressions were everywhere. Pleasure and panic, being tweaked for the first time, thousands of emotions came at him that left him huffing in deep breathes, leaving a look of exasperation with a side of desperation. The two men were unfazed. Passing the pipe to each other, they knew that it was pointless to show any emotions when it came to a conversion, let alone a ritual. Luis' nonchalant worried Cameron for a moment, but the next hit that Jeff gave subsided the feeling for he knew that it was his decision to be treated this way. It was part of the procedure for him to finally break free. The still expression Luis had served to show him that the god he worships will always be prioritized higher than he will ever be and that he too had to follow suit. It wasn't for Luis that Cameron is willing to convert, it was the liberation he will achieve that will make him submit himself. The common seed that will flow through him, enabling him to be a part of something bigger and more meaningful than he could ever imagine. Victor was now ready. As always, he never forgets to caress his candidates before initiating them, brushing his hands on them with tender momentarily to show his appreciation for them and their sacrifice. Circling around for a few times, Victor was figuring out how he would start, with his sharp nails grazing Cameron's back, giving him the occasional goosebumps. Making his way to the back, he started to fondle with Cameron's ass, asking Jeff to give some of the special brew they made to see how it would work as a bump. In an instant, Cameron's true animal instinct started to emerge and like a tied pig, he was jittering at intervals, slurring in his speech as he begged to be fuck and touched. Luis by now felt a bit pity and came up to touch him, playing with his ear and giving him a few pecks while Victor's fingers were exploring him. "You're going to be on your own for a while, and we'll see each other soon" Cameron could only huff and nod, understanding what Luis meant but incapable of communicating any further. The home made brew really was special. It had potential. If it can make a nervous inexperienced virgin turn to a regular pig within hours, then Drew definitely could market it for profit. "Cameron the guinea pig, are ya?" John taunted, satisfied with the blowjob Cameron gave. His cock was wet with drool and he planned to plant his seed in Cameron after Victor was done. He hoped that his hole would be as wet as his mouth after Victor was done. Once Victor was happy with Cameron's hole, now bloomed and stretched, he placed his cock close to the hole, with the usual PA and Jacobs Ladder brushing against the ass ring, cold from the steel, electrifying the nerves for Cameron to cherish the very last moments of his virginity. Slowly, Victor entered and to no surprise, it was still tight. This didn't stop him though for with a little adjustment, he pushed himself deeper, tearing Cameron's insides, giving him a new profound feeling that began with pain but ended with pleasure. The fullness he felt was foreign, and sensations that came from the piercings, dangling in his insiders took his breathe away. As Victor readjusted himself to start thrusting, Cameron was now enjoying the shaft in him. The moment Victor found his bearing and a pace, Cameron's moans became periodic. Finally, they're actually fucking. Victor changed from standing to resting himself on Cameron, supported by the bench, with only his hips moving into Cameron. Cameron felt a pair of arms around his neck and Victor right behind his right ear, telling him how virgins like him were precious and how rare it was to find a tight virgin ass like his. He also noticed how veiny Victors arms were under the light they were in. He was skinny but still carried some muscles, Cameron thought. Either way, the thought of having a man as old as Victor taking his virginity was something he had once fantasized. Victor remained on top of Cameron, rocking his hips while his orgasm built. Precum had already started to drip from the side of Cameron's hole and Jeff didn't waste a second scooping it up to feed Cameron. John, crouched right in front of Cameron, joined Victor in taunting him, telling him how worthless he was going to be once he joined them and how his life has now changed. The replies they got were only nods and muffled sound of approval. The home made t proved to be even more potent than expected. Any movements or response Cameron attempted to make was in hopes of extending the pleasure he felt. Never once did he stopped pushing his ass for Victor. Soon, Victor was about to breed his new virgin and devotee. It was his highest VL yet. He could tell that he was finally at peace, content in his servitude. His dedication to Dionysus over the years had run its course as this final conversion would be the perfect last offer. He had already felt the true pleasure that was promised, experiencing it with Drew and John. He was now about to experience it again with Cameron for his pure state and virginity would appease his God more than ever. When the time came for Victor to finally release himself, he gripped onto Cameron tighter than he ever had. Cameron was in pain now, feeling his flesh pierced by Victor's nails. As ropes of his seed started to inseminate into Cameron, Victor was capable of only moans, joining Cameron in unison. The spectators were in awe of what they were witnessing. Joh was now determined to have a fuck similar to what he just saw and Jeff had finally ejaculated after jerking himself to what had happened. Drew and Luis were still stationery, nodding in approval and taking mental notes of how skillful Victor was. For all they know, Victor might be in his very last days. Drew wasn't ready to take his place but he knew that when the time comes, he had to be ready. Staying inside of him, Victor decided to give Cameron an extra surprise by releasing his stool into him. "This is what pigs do, and this is what they deserve" Cameron made no response, only that he adjusted himself to give Victor more passage. He couldn't hold the fluid in him the second Victor left, but he didn't care. There was something cathartic the release. John, with little hesitation took Victor's place and was happy to find Cameron still wet and filled with Victor. Cameron's conversion wasn't over yet. John was rougher than Victor. He justified it by telling him that he should've learnt how to take a dick after Victor. John also lasted longer than Victor. His vitality was more vibrant and focused. When John reached climax, he spread Cameron's ass wider to ensure that he takes his seed. "Breeding done right." John remarked, before spitting onto his back. The room was now still and it was only Drew and Luis who remained. By now, Cameron deserved a break but he was still bound onto the chair. Both spectators kept quiet and continued to watch Cameron, analyzing his behaviour from the home made brew. He was still huffing and panting, but slowly snapping back to reality. Eventually, he started to speak for the first time in an hour. "Thank you Luis....for this opportunity. I am forever indebted to you." Luis' only reply was "Don't you thank me. Thank our God for considering your candidature. From now on, you will learn to worship Him and forget the life you've had before. When the time comes, you will finally see what I see." Drew then turned to Luis "So one down, 4 to go, with the grand ritual happening when again?" "June..or August" "Well I guess we gotta get back to work" The lights were shut and Cameron was left in the basement for the rest of the afternoon. Only when he sobered up did he realize Jeff carrying him to the bath room, cleaning him up and tucking him in. It was almost 9 PM, and it was a Saturday. Jeff got out of the house and told himself that after today's events, he better find someone in the next 48 hours. Off to the bar he went, the same bar that Victor and Drew met for the first time. Here's to history repeating itself, messaged Victor to Jeff.

Chapter IX A week later, Victor heard the door bell rung. That evening, he was alone as the rest of his clan, still making the most of their youth were out. Some, like Jeff, was at the bathhouse scouting for a prospect. Luis and Drew on the other hand went for happy hours after finally editing Jeff's gangbang. Not only were they excited of what Jeff would think, but Drew also took a little pride in his editing skills, hoping that Victor would be impressed. In a way, the dynamic that formed within the household seemed very domestic. Clearly the bond the men had formed through their religion had become fruitful. None of them had much to worry about and everyone was assured that as long as the mission continues, with constant expansion, the reward would only be bigger and mightier. Victor opened the door to a cleaned, handsome fella that sported a cassock. Collar tight on the neck, almost reaching the chin. The man looked fresh and had a reassuring smile. It was as if he was born to be a preacher. The first thought Victor had was that this person might be a Jehovah's witness but before he spoke, John asked if this was where Drew lived. "How do you know Drew?" "We met once and I'd like to speak with him.." "Regarding?" "Oh you know.. the church and if he might be interested in.." Victor could sense John's bullshit from the moment he caught the gaze that laid on his crotch. With only a semi tied robe, Victor was freeballing, letting his shaft breathe while no one was home. "I think what you mean is if YOU'RE interested in the church that Drew is in...are you?" A bead of sweat was now gliding down his forehead. The cute crewcut he always had became a minor inconvenience. "Well, I'm not too sure about that but if he's not in then I guess I will just call him.." John was more nervous than usual. It was unlike him to be that way. At church, he was charismatic and stoic. Each sermon he gave contained zero stutter. But here, in front of this man whose cock is difficult to take eyes off, he was weak. Vulnerable. Ever since he met Drew, going back to the church felt different. It was less fulfilling. Even donning the outfit he's in now didn't feel right. He eased the collar to allow himself to cough and breathe before continuing, but Victor stopped him, reassuring him. "Don't worry now, you're in a safe space. You're John right? Drew mentioned to me about you. Why don't you come in and we'll wait for him and the rest.." Hands now on his arms, Victor guided John in as they walked to the living room. Victor's hands were on John's shoulder, gripping the suit's shoulder blade and circling the tight collar, his little way of teasing Father John. They sat across each other, with a fireplace diagonally from them. Though uncomfortable, John was slowly feeling turned on from the way Victor was looking at him. A small box was pulled out from under the coffee table and Victor revealed a pipe and a torch. "I assume you know this..? Would you like to be more comfortable?" "Oh.. yes.. that thing... I mean I do not smoke and it was Drew who did most of.." Again, before John could finish his sentence, Victor was lighting the pipe, inhaling and exhaling into John, shutting him up. A few exchanges more after and both were now in the right mood. "So John, there must be something that Drew said that convinced you to come here... How much do you know bout what he has been preaching?" The smirk Victor had was impossible to get rid off. John didn't say much, just that it has been a long time since someone like Drew had spoken of their beliefs with such confidence. It was the vigour he possessed, and the reward that his faith rewarded that left John with a lasting impression. The last time he had ever seen such conviction was when he was still young and witnessed a bishop visiting his town who spoke of temptation and desires. It had been a turning point for John to dedicate himself to the church after. What Drew said was an antithesis to what the bishop had said. The time he spent with Drew really did shake his faith. Victor had already sensed how strong John's belief was, or is. There was a conflict in him that had nudged him to go on a different path, one that he had not planned. It's the mysterious aspect of it that attracted John. It was also the dream that John had which solidified Victor's decision to offer Dionysus a new mortal. One that has already a strong sense of faith, but now convinced of another. It was this tilt in beliefs that would lead to a larger reward from Him. To make a pure soul willingly submit himself to corruption and desire was a feat that not many devotees have done. Victor now realized that Drew really was a gift from Bacchus as the rewards and prosperity they receive have increased exponentially since he met Drew. As they smoked more, John started to become more uninhibited and horny. It didn't help that the outfit he wore was making Victor hard. His cock protruded out of the robe and he pointed it to John, who automatically bent his head down. John knew how to suck cock and was salivating like a dog on a leash. Victor lit the pipe and they shotgunned each other. All while Victor explained the faith he found and his dedication to Dionysus to John, who listened harmoniously, hypnotized with little resistance in his throat to the girth that Victor possess. John knew that his faith was slowly changing, the belief was still strong, but the direction had differ. No longer did he feel as nervous as he did when he first appeared in front of Victor. With a slurp, he looked up to Victor, eyes locked and proclaimed: "I willingly submit to your God. Guide me and teach me how to dedicate myself to Him. I leave my previous faith with no afterthought, only the new faith that you shall impose on me" Without a stroke, Victor came onto John's face after and he lapped the cum all over him, chanting a cryptic verse with a deeper pitch. His hands were brushing the cum around his face, kissing him to ensure him that he had made the right decision. John let go himself, accepting whatever Victor was doing onto him. It was as if he was baptized from Victor's cum, warm and thicker than most cum he had seen. It was voluminous. Victor looked down instructed John to follow him upstairs. His robe now dropped on the floor, nude and exposed to John's delight. "Don't take your clothes off. You need to prove your dedication through blasphemy. Only then will your faith be authentic." Reaching the bed, Victor took a pair of scissors to cut John's sleeves, demanding that he buttoned up as before while his pants were now off. Victor always liked his boys in jocks so a leather one was put on. It was also fitting that he decided to place John onto the St Andrews cross, bounded with his ass exposed. "Stay here and be patient. It's not time yet." He fed John with more hits and tied his limbs tighter to secure John in a way that he was suspended on the cross. Victor exclaimed Wow as he saw the scars that Drew gave on him. It was a sense of pride that John felt, knowing how much knowledge he had passed onto Drew. Yet, it was still crucial that it was him who will offer John. The reward from an offer, after all, is passed from the leader to the pack. Red candles were used this time and because Drew was going to do the ritual by himself, more work was required. From John's bag, Victor took out a rosary and placed it around John, who couldn't care less of the previous life he had. The minotaur statue was repositioned to face John's back, and a pentagram was formed form a jar of salt that came from the dead sea. The candles were placed at each axis and as they lit, the bronze surface of the statue became more apparent. Victor was circling, holding a flog and whipping John, stronger than Drew could, making him scream so that his new God could hear him. Unlike Drew, Victor was more quiet and was whispering in chants, whipping John with little warning. After each whip, Victor would feed John with a hit that subsided the pain and electrified his nerves. Ultimately, what John went through was a form of pleasure that is required pain. It was sacred, being in his position, not knowing what Victor was about to do. His ass was now slowly being caressed and fingers were felt swirling around his hole. Finally, he told himself. It was unusual for Victor to even do what he was about to do next but he knew it was necessary for this special ritual. With his bare fist and moderate lube mixed with T, Victor's hand caved into John, stretching him with no warning, hoping that John's scream would summon Dionysus' attention. Immediately, the T liquidized into John and he returned to the state had had been with Drew a week ago. Victor got a quarter of his arm into John, ending with almost half of it before he couldn't go any further. John, shifting from his cries of pain, was now shouting with approval of YEAH...demanding John to go further. With a quick pull, Victor exited John and his hole was empty and hollow, in need of something to silence John's pleads. Unlike with Drew, Victor had no mercy with John as he was more confident in abandoning his beliefs to submit himself. The procedures of the ritual was also different than what Drew had went through. Victor had to commit himself more and so far, he was on the right trajectory. At every scream and moans John was giving, his faith was being tested as he had to willingly embrace the deity that he is offering himself to. The torture he was experiencing was needed to gain his trust and loyalty to Him. There had to be no doubts from John for his sacrifice is one whose magnitude is tenfold. Hours had probably passed and both Victor and John showed no signs of exhaustion. By the time Drew and Luis had returned, they could sense that something was happening in the bedroom. Both couldn't enter as the doors were shut tightly. They could only hear the chants that Victor was making and the screams of moans that came out of John, noises that Drew was familiar with. Both chose to wait outside, ears open to the noises that were coming out of the bedroom. However, both were also suddenly compelled to prostrate to the door, still and ready to be called. A strong wind formed in the bedroom and the candles began lighting brighter and dimmer. Victor was now fucking John, slowly and calmer than usual. "We need...to savour... every moment.." John hears Victor's whisper and closed his eyes, trying to clasp his ass onto the cock that slided into him with little resistance. It was also at this moment did John realize how much he enjoys getting his ass worked. He now thought of the many years he had wasted, not surrendering himself to offering his hole, how he would have been able to experience this feeling earlier in his life. Victor, with a kind of passion that is the complete opposite of how was earlier, was tender with John. At times, he had even thought of what he was currently doing felt more fulfilling than he had been compared with Drew. It was the nature of the ritual that slowly caused both of them to be in a frenzy. They weren't possessed, but compelled, similar to the others outside. Their visions had also started to change, a sort of blur mixed with extreme details at the periphery. For Victor and John, the change in their pupils turning fully black had transcended them. In a sort of trance, they were both making love on another pane of existence. Unlike the lewd state they were physically in, spiritually, they were both pure and was as close as they could get to Him. The minotaur statue was now animating itself into the being that John and Victor had saw in their dreams. The horns were now visible and its eyes were white, steam evaporating from its dark brown complexion. As Victor reached climax, the creature opened its arms and embraced them, engulfing them both with the cross that John was in. Victor now felt the creature impaling him, enhancing his own ejaculation into John. Every pulse being released into John was echoed by a roar that the creature cried. The heat was extremely high and it was as if they were both on fire, but neither suffered any burns. The creature roared again, mounting onto Victor who by now was controlled by it. John finally heard it speak through Victor.. "I accept your submission and devotion. Free yourself from the past and commit to seeking the ultimate pleasure. Surrender yourself to His corrupted seed to prove yourself" Hearing this, John screamed in his submission, finally freeing himself to his new faith. Any pain he felt before quickly disappeared and was forgotten. Still in their trance, Victor embraced John and thanked him, while John, now changed from being blessed by the creature, left Victor with a kiss. They both finally departed and snapped back into reality, drenched in excess sweat. The minotaur was back to its statue form and the door finally opened. Victor had turned weak and was holding himself onto John and the cross after the laborious event they had gone through. Drew and Luis, now conscious raised themselves to head into the room, fixated at how the men on the cross were both still, panting and extremely fatigued. Envy lingered in both of them. Sensing them, Victor slowly came down from John and slapped his ass, making him jolt as he would. With his head turned to the door, John, now with a new inflection in his voice, asked for both men to do their deed. "The ritual's not over yet, boys. Victor sure put on a show, but what's the point of our devotion if not shared? We are equals after all.." Without a thought, Drew made himself to John, impressed at how much he had changed. He was still in his ragged outfit with the rosary around his neck. The jock was partially torn and his back had a dark scar that resembled an animal attack. Drew took his time to appreciate John's body. With his hair and smooth complexion, he still reminded Drew of the man of the clergy. Yet it was apparent that this man was no longer the John he had spent the evening with. As he thrusted himself into John, the sensation he felt was different. It was the best ass he had felt in a while. In less than 5 minutes, he came and John winked at Luis, signalling that it was his turn. Even Luis couldn't last long, the orgasm he experienced after shooting himself into John wasn't like before. When John got off from the cross, the atmosphere had changed. He reeked of a desirable depravity that made anyone in his sight magnetized toward him. You could sense a sort of sinister desire when he is near, one that is impossible to resist. John's charisma, similar to how he was before improved, and anytime he makes eye contact with anyone, his influence was unbeatable. It is with John's addition that Victor was now able to lure more believers. John's role remained similar in a way, his sermons and preach were now directed at something that he was now proud of and had little shame. There was no hiding now for John. Jeff, who got back the day after felt as if he had been gone for a week. It was also with Jeff did John topped for the first time in a while. For Jeff, John had gave him his first anal orgasm that made him cum gallons. Even after Jeff had come, John was relentless in his thrust, trying to get milk his prostate more which made Jeff speechless and close to passing out. Only when John climaxed did he rest. There was little groan in his orgasm, only a strong huff that made him drool. For John, a fuck was only a fuck for he would immediately leave, leaving Jeff's hollow leaking hole on the bed, legs sorer than ever. With no hesitation, it was worth it for Jeff and he wouldn't pass up on another chance, even if he couldn't walk for days. John's offer lasted for a decade. All 5 men lived lavishly in their hedonistic lifestyle. They also aged little, going against the convention of time with how young they still looked. They chose to not expand until it was necessary. It also gave them the opportunity to plan. Victor played minimal role now in the cult they formed. It was Victor and John who were partners in dictating their next steps. Jeff was tactful in his gift giving, pozzing about 11 guys that stayed loyal to him. They would serve as backups to any offering when the time comes. Luis became more outgoing and turned out to be a sluttier cumdump than John. Just by bottoming, he had converted 3 guys, one who is married and is a CEO. Only in their 11th anniversary in worshiping Dionysus and maintaining the cult did John started to notice a new offer was needed after dreaming of the same minotaur, weaker and more fragile. The sympathy John felt was a sign that new believers were needed and that they couldn't keep their religion to themselves forever. As a way to celebrate the bond they had formed after 11 years, an orgy was conducted. Both Drew and John were on all fours, opposite of each other while Jeff and Luis were taking turns impaling them. Victor was a bystander, ensuring that the proper procedure was being followed. Drew and John had made a bet on who would come in who first. If one of them got bred first, then they would be responsible for scouting a prospect. Eventually, Jeff exploded himself into John. Luis and Drew were defeated. To officially end the orgy, Victor suggested that they fucked train style. Victor who was the founder after all, was first and got behind John who was behind Drew, who was inside Jeff, with Luis at the end. The goal was for all of them to climax in unison to prove that their ritual was valid. With John, it wasn't too difficult. After about 20 minutes, they came like dominos stumbling upon another. It was their final moment of debauchery before actual work was required. The plan was that they were going to now find 5 new devotees, 2 had to be married and below 40, 2 below 30 and 1 below 20. John theorized that with the age differences, proselytizing would be easier as they would branch onto their own age groups. There was also a plan for them to live in a commune, somewhere rural where they could produce and market their own T and live sufficiently by themselves. All of them were dedicated in their mission to satisfy Dionysus for they have experienced a kind of pleasure that compares to none. Victor who now acted as a ceremonial monarch, was content at how far they have come and how they are only just getting started.

Chapter VIII Every time Drew makes his way back home after his jog, he would pass by a junction that he had to cross. Right by the traffic light was a church that was quite popular. On Sundays, he would see a crowd forming outside right before noon. From a distance, there was the pastor. Or the priest. Drew only started to become religious recently. All he knew was that the man in the formal attire, collared tight up to the neck was the one in charge of this particular church. Usually, Drew wouldn't think much bout passing by this corner. He had already been scouting other places of worship, trying his luck to find someone who was already responding to a higher calling. However, Drew was still a slut and could never stop himself from checking Grindr every 10 minutes. It was only at this corner that an anonymous profile with only its description being discreet would appear on the most top left corner of Drew's screen. The description, though vague with just age and height, coincidentally match the priest. It was only during one rainy Sunday, when service didn't have a great turnout that Drew decided to take action. Within 5 minutes, after sending the first What's up, the anonymous profile replied with photos of an 8 inch dick, circumsised and a bare ass being shown on a twin bed. Faceless, of course though that didn't change Drew's interest in the slightest. Drew only replied Hot, but I need face pics. Drew was about to start walking home since he was already drenched and there had been no reply for at least 10 minutes. A disappearing photo was sent and a text after that pleaded him to keep it between them since he really wants to be discreet. Drew smiled as he saw the photo of the priest, a bit unshaven than usual and in a tanktop, sitting on the bed. In his natural habitat. Rather than going straight for him, Drew started to make light conversations with him, trying to get to know him. His name was John and using Grindr was his only escape that he felt was his biggest sin. He was about 32 and was recently anointed. He came from a rural town in Saskatchewan and couldn't give up the opportunity to move to the big city. At every reply, John would always remind Drew how he was discreet and that if they met, they would just fool around, nothing more. At this point Drew reasoned that they both have gotten to know each other so well, why not cherish it? It would be their little secret. After all, Drew retorted, isn't it commanded for one to love thy neighbour? It took about a month of frequent back and forth messages and midnight texts for John to finally suggest that they meet. He suggested a budget rundown hotel that was a few blocks away but Drew protested by getting a suite at the downtown Sheraton instead. They finally met in the lobby one Tuesday afternoon, with neither of them saying a word before making their way into the elevators. With just the two of them, Drew broke the silence. "Nice to finally meet you" "Likewise" "You're very good looking" "Thank you. I'm surprised that you turn out better than I had expected too." "Haha, I get that often. Is this your first time?" "No, but it is the first time I got to actually know someone before engaging in sodomy." "People still use that word huh? We never got to discuss, do you prefer giving or receiving?" "Both" "Condoms, or.." "Condoms. Always" "Okay then." Once they got into the room, John closed the curtains and started to undress himself. Drew convinced him to take it slow since they're not in a rush. "Have you had your ass licked?" Drew's question startled John but he was intrigued. "No, never, do people do that?" Oh how inexperience this believer of Christ was to Drew. He could only move his hand to John's face before embracing him and whispering him, telling John to just relax and let himself be guided by his hands. They were both now naked and John had his back flipped onto the bed. With his firm arms, Drew gripped John's lower back to secure his head onto his ass, diving into him as an opening act. John's eyes rolled to the ceiling and the moans began. "You like this?" "Oh yes, it is, forgive me Lord for enjoying this transgression" Drew was turned on by John's words. He started to knead his ass, pinching it and bringing his fingers closer to John who was now flat on the bed, hips tilted upwards, pushing his whole ass for Drew to further devour. In a split second, Drew pulled out the urn pendant he was wearing, unscrewing it and pouring its content on his index finger. A bump to ease John a bit. With no warning, Drew's finger probed into John and with a slight shock of "Oh", he started to pant. His finger turned clockwise and anticlockwise before going deeper, activating the T in John. "Dear Lord..." John now started to feel different. Insatiable and had never had his ass felt like this, even after the times he had bottomed. If this was just a finger, he thought, Drew's cock would be 7th Heaven. "How do you feel, father?" "Truly amazing, it's a kind of joy I never knew existed..." Drew continued to work on John's ass to get him spun just on the right level. As always, Drew prefers to have his bottoms tied and helpless. Ropes were taken out from under the bed and John's limb was now tied from the bottom, forming an X. John didn't even realize he was now immobile. "I know we've talked for a while now Father John but I believe we haven't been properly acquainted" John was still panting and lost in the cloud. He could only muster a look of desperation toward Drew when he tried to look above, who right in front of him, cock fully erected pointing to his nose. His face now being cradles by Drew, John inhaled the piece of pipe that Drew fed him, exchanging the smoke as they kissed for the first time. "Do you think you deserve to be punished for this transgression that you are committing?" "Yes, I have sinned and I need to repent." "Good. It is required that you atone for your sins. Let's begin.." Still tied, Drew revealed a duffle bag of BDSM paraphernalia. A leather head gear was put on and so was a spiked collar attached onto John who was only able to release heavy breathes now. 3 different types of whip were put by the side table, with 3 different paddles. There were also 5 different steel buttplugs. To begin, Drew dipped the first buttplug in the shards he had earlier and easily plunged it into John, who let out a moan. "Good boy, father. You're starting to learn your lesson.." As Drew held the first whip, alternating it with the paddle, he interrogated John on his beliefs, and attempted to break his faith. "You enjoy this, don't you father? Is it really a punishment if you enjoy this? What is sin if there is no regret? You'll only come back after this, won't you?" John couldn't give a coherent answer, he could only repeat "Forgive me please, Lord I beg you in this pleasure I'm in. I owe it to you to put me out of this grave sin that is lust and guide me to never return, please" "Do you mean that, father john? You're trying to regret this joy you're feeling but how sure are you that you won't transgress again? How strong is your will?" All through out this period, Drew was flogging John, slapped with paddles after, sending John to a mix emotion of pain, pleasure but little shame. With the T, John was clearly eager to further transgress. The words that came out from his mouth were just his defense mechanism. With the 2nd level of toys, Drew continued to debate with John, questioning his need to hide his desire and being committed to a faith that would never embrace him fully. "Don't you see, you will never achieve the peace you seek, or the blessing you have lead to believe from the God you foolishly dedicate to, none of those church goers would accept you in the state you're in now" John, again, could only respond that "God is forgiving and so are his followers. Humans aren't perfect and it is through redemption do we achieve clarity" Even tweaked as he was, John was a strong believer. Drew knew that it would take more than a day to convince John to abandon his faith. At the 3rd and final level of toys, the pain that John felt had reached a plateau. His back, though scarred and marked from the flogs, were numb. The plug that he had on was also as big as his fist. His high though, never subsided. In a slur, he asked "Am I forgiven? Have I been punished? My faith in you is unbroken Lord" "You were never punished, John. You were experiencing pure lust, whether you want to admit or not. Your Lord isn't here, and though you claim your faith to be broken, you have clearly went astray with your actions. Look at yourself and tell me, would the Lord accept what you have done? The pleasure you have faced? That guilt you feel isn't genuine and you know it.." John was silent. No repetitions could convince him that what Drew said was right. The high, and the brand new sensation he felt was undeniable. Drew, in a way, was right but he still couldn't admit it to himself. "Don't think too much about it Father, just enjoy this and ask yourself after if you are satisfied with your current beliefs and your current role, or if you seek more and hope to find a better faith, a truer one. One that accepts you in this state. I guarantee you that you will never be alone for we are a group of men that is fully devoted to Him, the true deity that will reward us not in the afterlife, but in the present." John kept quiet and just nodded, all before Drew pulled the plug out of him, releasing screams of ecstasy. Still tied, Drew quickly mount himself onto John and started to line his cock onto John's back. "You don't have to commit to anything now, but I'm going to let you see a part of the faith I believe in father, and I'll let you ponder on it. After this, you know you will return for more.. I can sense it.." "Please just put it in me now, I need to feel it Drew. Let me feel you in me and let me enjoy this moment. I need it." "You have no shame in what is going to happen? No regrets in having me impale you at this moment? You are aware that you are embracing this?" "Yes. God, please. Put yourself in me, I can't hold it any longer. Every nerves in me craves for you immediately. Just do it." By now, Drew was teasing John in ways that exceeded Victor. With the way he had stroked John's back and purring into his ear as he brushed John's preppy altar boy hair, John was insatiable. The sweat he had formed soaked the queen size bed that was stuck to his body. His nonstop pleading only made Drew harder and enticed him to continue his tease. As Drew's cock started to build precum, he knew that it was time. In a single motion, his cock went straight into John with little resistance. He was still tight and his ass could still grip Drew's cock, but the contraction was weaker after all those buttplugs. Drew had to put in more effort which didn't bother him in the slightest. The thrust that Drew made, piston-like and quick, caused creaks in the bed that muffled John's moan. The sheets began to pull itself, and the only movement John could make was to arch his back higher, giving Drew a path into his 2nd hole. Now, John had reached an even higher level of pleasure. The ecstasy he thought he had first felt was amplified. Not wasting the moment, Drew quickly shotgun John and loosened the ropes, releasing his limbs. John, with lust overtaking every part of his consciousness, could now arch himself higher, before he turned himself to face Drew, leading them into missionary style. John's legs locked onto Drew and he forcefully gyrated himself onto him, rocking his hips as he moaned in his new found lust. Drew could only get himself close to John and embrace him in a deep kiss, wiping the sweat on his forehead, licking his ears and telling him that he should not feel ashamed. They were in this position for about 10 minutes and neither of them were feeling exhausted. Drew started to carry John and placed him on the dresser, where they continued fucking, now with full view from the mirror. During this moment of fuck, Drew questioned John again.. "You know there's no condoms right? How do you feel about that?" "I don't care anymore. Just continue what you are doing so we can make the most of it." "Fair enough. You don't mind that my unsheathed phallus is inside of you? Have you no worries what misfortune I could bring?" Drew now started to talk in a way that seemed as if he was mocking John, given that John refrained from using foul words. "There has not been any misfortune since you laid eyes on me. I accept your shaft in me with full confidence as I know that anything that happens hereafter is worth the communion that we are sharing." "I presume that at this moment, you fully accept myself into you? Despite my seed being potent to your destruction? Positive seed that will transform your life from here onwards?" "I accept your seed, regardless of what it is. Any ordeals I faced, I know will be eased if accompanied by you. Embrace me please." "Very well, that's what I like to hear. Any time now father, you will receive my seed. Your insides have already been coated well enough from my precum seed." In a few thrusts, Drew finally let out a moan for the first time that afternoon, deep inside John he was still, with the only movement being his cock pulsing for a good 30 seconds, filling John with what he was begging for. The fullness that John felt was as if a puzzle had been solved. Even without reaching climax, it was in this state of pure bliss was John now complete. Any climax was secondary to the state he was in. Both men were still panting, feeling the comedown from the T, drenched in each others sweat. Both fondled with each other's arm pits, and didn't stop to kiss and exchanged spits. John willingly tasted Drew's cum from his finger and swapped some when they made out. Almost 6 hours had passed and as they lied on the bed, starring above, Drew asked again... "Is your faith still intact?" John could only look up to Drew, reaching his hand to scoop the cum from the side of his lips and cherished it, before shrugging and thinking to himself.. "Maybe..." Even with no words, Drew knew that his plan had somehow succeeded. His body was in heat when he spooned John throughout the evening. The heat was comforting, similar to a glow that gave Drew a boost of confidence. With Drew's arms around him, John strangely didn't feel the same kind of worry he would have when he had these encounters. It was his first time staying longer, not leaving as hastily as he would. The shame or regret he felt a few hours ago were absent. It was as if he was now enlightened in some way. No longer did he feel lost or doubtful of his beliefs. Where is his faith now directed to, he wondered as the T started to fade. Both men spent the night together, with Drew leaving right after midnight. In his sleep, John dreamt that he was stuck in a labyrinth, nude and wondering the walls with only a torch. The dream was different from other dreams as he could feel the physical sensation. He was lost within the corridors and turns he had to make, hearing a chant that soothed him. It was hypnotic and got closer to him as it was louder. The torch then died and in a flash, he was facing a minotaur whose grandeur was twice of him. Half man half bull, it approached John and lifted him, starring into him as it opened its mouth, tongue now swirling into his mouth as his eyes flashed white. "Will you submit to me now, John? Accept that you have found your true calling?" John could only scream as a bright glow was now being released from both entities. In a jolt, he was awake from his sleep and was now breathing heavily. A tall shadow, facing his bed with horns appeared momentarily before disappearing. He wondered where Drew went. The only thing he left on the side table was a note that stated his number and address in cursive. The note ended: "If you still have any doubts with your faith, I am always here to guide you John."

Chapter VII The day finally arrived. Not only would we offer Jeff to Bacchus but Luis as well. The sky was clear and once dusk came, the moon appeared as luminous as ever. There was also a change in both of our mood. Victor and I felt more energized and focused. Since the gentlemen were scheduled to be by midnight, Victor and I had ample of time to fuck each other, incessantly edging without a single drop of precum. When one of us felt as if we were about to climax, one of us would pull down the other's balls. We knew that we had to save our seed for Luis. We chose to conduct the ritual in the master bedroom, where we would have a better view of the sky. The windows and balcony door set open to allow the evening wind cool us. The sling was readjusted to face the bed, so that both gentlemen could take a glimpse of the other getting rammed by us. More candles were lit this time and Victor revealed a chest filled with quartz, crystals and some antique pendants. They were strategically placed around the room to encourage a sort of 'flow' as Victor puts it. Hemp ropes were placed at each bed pillar and for the sling, platinum chains that hooked onto high grade buffalo leather straps. A necessary upgrade for a sacred event. Luis and Jeff both came on time. They had introduced each other while waiting for us to open the door and they seemed to get along well. Though it was obvious that Jeff did most of the talking with Luis nodding in yeahs. Victor and I were dressed in a black priest robe made of silk. The rope that was tied around the waist had a ruby marble ball on each end. Underneath, we were bare naked. I had a silver buttplug in me while Victor chose a leather studded cockring. The first thing that Luis said when the door open was "Wow.." Jeff, "Nice.." "Welcome, gentlemen. We are very grateful that you both are here tonight. Never did I see my love Drew here being dedicated to the true God. Though it's just us 4, I must say that the progress made has been quick, given that I found the faith 3 years ago. Drew was the first person who I revealed my faith to and by chance and the blessing of the true god of pleasure, I found a purpose that I had to attend to. So thank you." Victor was always good with his words. As we climbed up stairs, I informed both men that it was expected if something out of the ordinary happened. Power outage, fallen objects or just a weird hunch. I had to remind them that the aura of that night is no like other. Jeff tried to keep a straight face but Luis listened still. Only after we entered the room did Jeff begin to understand what I meant. When Jeff stepped into the room, he felt as if a wave had swept his consciousness. His expression immediately got serious. "Now I see..." Somehow, his eyes seemed to be brighter than the rest of us. Perhaps our seed is starting to awaken him. Though none of us had started smoking, we started to experience a strange erotic sensation that heightened our senses. Without a word, each of us knew what we were supposed to do next. Luis looked at Victor and threw himself on the bed while Jeff winked at me as he got on to the sling. The only noise we made were quiet moans of approval and purrs when we touched each other. Both men were now strapped at the limbs, tight but comfortable. Victor was now kneeled at the end of the bed, facing Luis, caressing his body and pinching his nipple. His back faced mine as I stood in front of Jeff, gaze unbroken. The silence was finally broken when Victor began to proclaim, lifting both arms. Like before, his voice sounded deep, distorted but in harmony. "Tonight, we offer not just one, but two mortals for you, Bacchus. We give you a pair to prove our devotion to you, our willingness to sacrifice ourself to you so that we seek the true pleasure that you promise. The seed of my tribe will flow through these new devotees and as we grow in numbers, we will strengthen our devotion to you. Our faith is unbroken and we fully pledge ourselves to you, Dionysus. We beg you to bless us and accept our offerings tonight." It was now 1 AM. As Victor ended his proclamation, the wind flowing into the room was now stronger and the air was cold and thin. The room also got brighter from the candle's light turning more intense. With only the sound of the leaves rustling and the drapes dangling, we were quiet once again. Victor and I took out our pipes and shotgunned our new followers. Jeff's ass was as smooth as ever, but I know that my goal tonight was to inseminate him accordingly. It had to follow what the faith would demand. The way I fucked Jeff that night was slower than usual, and I could see how devoted Jeff now was with the way he looked at me. Just through nods we could understand each other. It was as if we were telepathic. At intervals, I pinched both his nipples and unlike before, he didn't let out a single cry. My head was also close to his, with me arching toward him, penetrating myself into him deeper. We were sweating and as we made out, I tasted the swear on his upper lip. I was surprised at my endurance. My pace was consistent and I never took a break. Even with T I would be tired but that night, I could tell that something took over me. Jeff too. All of us. Jeff's gyration was in sync with my thrust and the mild moans we released did no justice to how we felt. The gaze we had was pure devotion. Our fuck served as a vessel to gain the rewards and pleasure that were promised. A sacred lust that many would consider heresy. As for Victor, he had more work than me since Luis was going to receive the seed for the first time. He had his PA on tonight, and he was determined to give Luis a little booty bump. They were already experiencing religious ecstasy. The T was just an enhancement to it. After all, it was excess pleasure that proves one's devotion to Dionysus. The more elevated one can be, the closer they would reach Him. Luis' expression now changed. He was smirking in a sort of mischievous way. His eyes wider than ever. Looking at Victor from below, with their reflection behind, Luis finally released his inhibitions. "Bacchus, I surrender myself to you though my new leader, my maker. Victor" Victor nodded and got down to peck him, praising him as he fondled Luis' exposed body. As usual, Victor hovered his lips across his body, leaving pecks and licks on his sensitive parts, electrifying Luis. He rimmed Luis' hole in circles, pushing his tongue in and never missing a moment to taste his insides. His fingers then entered, going in and out with more of the T lube and the only noise that can be heard was the moan Luis was making, coupled with short breathes. Victor maintained strict focus in fingering Luis, glancing with envy at him. A believer's first sacrifice is one of the most precious form of pleasure there is. It is as close as one could get to being touched by Bacchus. Satisfied with his hole, Victor now lifted his legs on to his shoulder after loosening the ropes that kept him still. With both his palms holding the twink ass, he took his time to knead them, scratching both sides with his nails. With less than an inch away from his hole, Victor started to tease his cock, resting the PA around his hole. The coolness from the metal made Luis flinched and caused himself to pant more. He then widened his legs to clamp himself onto Victor, who accepted the embrace without getting his cock closer. The look of desperation that Luis made while being silent in his glossy innocent eyes gave Victor a spiritual high, a sort of bravado that certified his role to lead his devotees. Soon, that innocence in Luis would be wiped off. He will be liberated like the rest of them. What Luis was experiencing went beyond his expectation. He thought he would only be pozzed, and they would just smoke while speaking in gibberish Latin. Nothing came close. The way he felt, acted and responded were different. He knew he was conscious, but it felt as if he was now being influenced, or dictated by something supernatural. He wasn't the only one experiencing this. Everyone else too seemed to be in a sort of frenzy. Since they entered the room, barely anyone spoke. The ritual they were performing was synchronous to their hidden desire. The full moon had unlocked and released the debauchery they were in and they were enjoying every second that passed. As Victor pushed himself forward, Luis' opened his mouth in awe of how huge Victor's girth was. His insides widened and he moved himself towards Victor, showing how receptive he was to letting Victor in him. His hole was still tight, even after the foreplay and Victor was almost stuck at first when the head of his cock entered. With little mercy, Victor knew he had to force himself. In a single move, he readjusted Luis' legs on to him and quickly pulled himself in. There were no screams but a few drop of tears did formed in Luis. Immediately after, the pain subsided to satisfaction, with his insides now taking the full shaft. Once there was no spasm in his hole, Victor started to thrust into Luis, legs rested on both shoulders and ass wide for full comfort. Both Victor and Drew were penetrating at similar paces. The moment they were both at the exact same pace, a new wave of energy began to crept into the room. The movements they were making were in sync, close to being mechanical. It was also at this point did they realize that they were going to reach climax soon. They had spent almost 5 hours in the room. No one could keep track of how. long they were fucking. The wind got stronger, lifting the drapes and shutting the door. The candles glowed brighter and brighter. Luis looked up and saw what Drew had seen before. The ram got bigger and started to animate itself, creeping out of the wall to get closer to Luis. Victor, not missing a beat, also witnessed the ram and his head now tilted forward, as if the sky was calling him. Staring into the ram, Luis heard a voice.. "Your devotion to Him, your submission to Him, do you fully mean it?" In his mind, Luis was affirmative. "This decision is final and irreversible. Do you yield to Him?" Again, Luis agreed. At that moment, Victor couldn't hold himself any longer. Neither did Drew. They both came at the same time. The wind swept in again and the candle was no longer lit. With only the moonlight, they saw themselves glistening. It was as if they were rejuvenated. Both Jeff and Luis felt as if their hole was on fire, but strangely it cooled within minutes. In typical pig fashion, Drew ate his cum out of Jeff to feed to Luis while Victor fed his to Jeff. Dawn began and with the sky gradually turning itself blue, the men could now sense that they were now back to where they were. The mood got casual and they were now speaking freely. Before, it wasn't as if they were incapable of speech, it was as if they knew that speech was unnecessary. Their devotion required full focus and attention towards one another. Evidently, something did affect their behaviour. That something can also be said to solidify their faith. 2 weeks later, Luis and Jeff moved in. Luis kept his look like before as he wouldn't say that he had been reborn, but enlightened. Jeff on the other hand found his true self. He was still packing, chest broad and physique built as always. Though he now kept his hair in a bun and spotted a mid length scorpion above his navel, with its sting trailing down to his crotch. Victor had also convinced him to get some jacobs ladder. It would be a waste to not decorate his fat cock. It was also time that Jeff would start scouting and eventually top more, further justifying the piercing. Additionally, since that night, fortune started to favour these modern heathens. Wealth appeared in the form of scratch cards, stocks and sudden wills that the men were in possess of. For Victor, business was booming exponentially. Drew would never work a day in his life after playing with stocks. Jeff always won when he gambled and Luis, well Luis managed to make bank in publishing his studies on the occult. Like all things, the moment of prosperity that occurred was temporary. Only Victor could tell when a new offer was needed. He would either have vivid dreams of speaking to a minotaur or signs that were considered as bad omen would appear. He still could recall how after Drew had been with him for about a few months, a black raven flew itself into the house, breaking a window. Its blood shimmered, similar to the kind of glow he would see during his rituals. He was lucky to find Drew as most of the work went to him. Drew had made charts and documents that would help him procure more followers. He has also theorized that maybe if they found someone who had already been religious and is a devout follower of a certain faith, then the appeasement that would come from it would be even greater since it would take more than just convincing or influencing someone to abandon their faith in exchange for another that puts pleasure as the highest form of attainment. He had to find a closeted Christian, or a Mormon. Anyone that was spiritual by default. If he could get someone who spent most of their lives being faithful to a certain belief to replace their faith with the kind of belief that he worshipped, then he can truly exert real power.

Chapter VI The week went by quick. When we're not fucking, Victor would be working and I would be planning the organization we were forming. By the end of the year, my aim was to grow our pack into 7 qualified devotees. We were very picky with who we chose. It wasn't just about how they looked, but how they thought. Their belief system and also their limitless desire to seek pleasure. We weren't addicts, we behaved well. Since Jeff left, never once did he smoke T til he saw us again. We were disciplined. Only when we fuck do we allow ourselves to let loose in hopes of pleasing our God. Only when we are at the peak of our pleasure can Dionysus see our devotion to Him. And in return we would be rewarded by Him. While I was doing my research into the ritual to understand more of what Bacchanalia was, I discovered that if two novice believers participated in a ritual, the offer would be twice as strong. After telling Victor, I had to find a new willing participant in 3 days. It was essential that the ritual be done under the full moon. Jeff was an outlier. I doubt I would be able to find someone similar to him with the time I had. Should I go to the bath house? Or should I scout at the cruising spots? Alas, I relied on the internet. On BBRT, I posted a Quick Connect Ad. Seeking: Young willing vers who desires to transform their lives. Open to more than poz and pnp. Must be proper & possess strong work ethic. Limited time only. Plenty replied, but few qualified. Some were confused to what was asked, others didn't bother to read and thought it would be a quicky. One message stood out. "Will I submit myself to the one and true God of pleasure?" I clicked on the profile. Name: Luis Age: 24 Height/Weight: 5'9 | 150 lbs Position: Vers Top Bio: Curious Latino who is into calisthenics. Can get piggy with the right person...or group. Yes to pnp and no loads ever refused. #BBBH Status: Neg There were 4 photos. His eyes were sharp and his skin was olive. Defined chin. He was skinny but his muscles were extremely defined. More defined than Jeff's. He had a buzzcut and was clean shaven. Quite cute if I must say. And younger than expected. My reply was brief. "Yes. Be at ___ , 9 PM tonight if you are willing to take a chance" I didn't receive a reply back but I did see that he viewed the message. When I told Victor, he was skeptical but curious as to how Luis knew what we meant. Five minutes past 9 and I hear the door bell. The boy who was standing in front of me was beyond what I had expected. "Hi, it's Luis." His voice was deep, a bit monotonous and his face glowed when he saw me. I welcomed him in and we head to the living room. We sat next to each other and I took out the pipe. With no second thoughts, he took out his own torch and grabbed a new pipe from the box I held. "So, before we start, I have to know, how did you know this was related to the God of Pleasure?" "If it's more than poz and pnp, then there must be something that's beyond what we would consider regular vices, right? It's hard to find people with similar lifestyles that devote themselves to something other than that red horned creature that Abrahamic religions constantly freak out on. You are more ancient. I can tell." "So enlighten me, who is it that we worship?" "Dionysus" Luis had graduated with a Bachelors in Classics and stopped seeing the point in being a proofreader. Documents after documents bored him. The money wasn't bad but if he had to resort to mindless fucking and excess consumption to cope, then he might as well dedicate his life to it. He was very articulate and didn't talk much. He understood that tonight was just a night to get to know one another and he was up to speed with the rituals we planned. If anything, he seemed to know more than I did. He did warn that he is not yet willing but his curiosity might encourage him to do otherwise. "Just so you know, I'm not just in it for the drugs or the fuck, I'm here to reach the peak of pleasure that is promised when we appease Dionysus." I already loved his spirit. Though he did seem a bit strange, there was something attractive about his demeanour that you don't often find. It was mechanical. Only on Saturday would I get to witness how that skinny ass would take my cock.. or Victor's. Before he left, I requested that he test himself to make sure that he is neg as it was absolutely necessary that we share the same strain. The minute he was gone, I received a message of a neg test that was done a few hours before we met. Very efficient.