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Chapter V I still had the weekend to myself before Victor returned. Plus, Jeff wasn't scheduled to work til Monday. An idea sparked in me to make a new video starring Jeff for Victor to watch when he's back. Finally he'll see that we are starting to get traction in serving our god. I was awake and standing by the bed, observing Jeff and how huge his physique was. Fucking a man his size took a bit of an adjustment but his ass was definitely worth it. I can picture big mature daddies with similar stature fucking Jeff, breeding him and encouraging him to be like them. From what he told me, Jeff usually fucks guys younger than him and bottomed occasionally. Hopefully the last 12 hours have nudged him to explore more of his deviant and submissive side. It's rare that you find a big jock like Jeff offering his ass to you. Fucking guys like Jeff leaves you accomplished, as if you've climbed a mountain. Here he was dozing, not know what I had in store for him.. I logged into bbrt and submitted a party for Jeff. Title reads: Fit muscular hunk offering his ass to be bred by mature bears and daddies. No under 30. When Jeff woke up, I set aside some toiletries for him to freshen up and I told him that there will be a surprise for him tonight. I pointed to the video camera hinting him what was about to come. His face lit up and he told himself that he would take the day to prepare himself. "Don't forget this" I handed him a pipe and a bag of T. In the toiletry bag there was also a douche and a used jock that Victor kept in his armoire. It was the largest I could find. Victor had fucked a married man who wore it ages ago. It smelt strong and was crusty from the dried cum it had. Bike was written on the band. Jeff gave it a deep huff before putting it on, with a snap it fit him perfectly. A big ass like that needs to be framed properly. I started to take pictures of him in different positions to add into the listing. By 4 pm, there were about 13 confirmed guests that I selected. Their age ranged from 39 to 56, being at least 200 lbs and 6'0 tall. These men looked rugged, discreet and knew what raunch meant. Talking to each of them, I had an idea of what's in store for Jeff. Only about 5 of them were poz and even then, only one was off meds and had a low VL. The only thing Jeff did during the day was T and watching Victor's porn stash. He was fixated and clearly new to T. Setting up the cameras took some time. Jeff was going to be fucked in the TV room and at each corner, a tripod was hung. This would give Jeff a 360 degree view of himself, with every angle of him being fucked fully recorded in 1080p. Instead of a sling, I decided on a fuck bench instead. It would make it less dizzy for Jeff and easier for him to smoke the T that he is slowly being hooked on. By 7, Jeff had freshen up and was in the dirty jock, wearing a pair of high knee socks and a tight tank top. He looked like a gymrat ready to get bred. At 9, the first guest arrived and by 9.30, everyone was present. The men were huge and almost twice my size. Most were wearing the standard shirt and cargo pants ensemble, with half of them wearing a cap to hide their face. Thankfully everyone was friendly and as Jeff stepped into the fuck bench being strapped at each limb. I clicked record and left the guests to their discretion. Some of them slowly took off their shirt and some also had their own glass pipe being ready to lit. The only rule that was placed was that no pulling out would be allowed, and that they should feel free to treat Jeff like the bitch he is, with bleeding being the limit. To make it even more sensual, I proposed Jeff to put on a blindfold. "Great idea man." Damn, he has been tweaking non stop now. I then placed myself in the main armchair and uttered "Have fun boys." Immediately, one of the biggest guests stepped forward and began to undress. A line formed naturally and the first man dived himself into Jeff's ass, releasing moans that I've never heard before coming out of him. Murmurs of "nice... and yeah.." were heard from the guests and I could see how excited Jeff was from the smile he had. Being unable to see who's rimming him, Jeff was insatiable for a fuck. The man then slapped his well endowed cock on Jeff's as and with only his spit as lube, he pushed himself into him, causing tremors within Jeff and screams of pleasure that had a hint of pain. The man was huge and Jeff really was trying his best to accommodate his first cock. After a while, Jeff began to moan. Finally he found the spot. I started to walk up to Jeff and fed him some T. Kneeling myself close to him, I asked how was he feeling. "Fucking amazing, man. It's recording right? Oh shit this is going to be so fucking cool." "Yeah babe, it is. Every second. You getting railed by these strangers, taking their cum. You like this right?" "I fucking love it dude" I returned to the chair and lit myself a hit. The first guy finally came in after about 10 minutes, telling Jeff that his load is deep in his guts now. Jeff thanked the man he couldn't see and shouted NEXT. Each of the guest had their way in fucking him. Being tied on the bench gave Jeff little freedom to move but it also made him focus more on his ass muscle, which he could now control by the way his hole was blooming. It was also impressive how Jeff was able to hold most of the loads being bred into him. Only after the 7th dad that bred him was he unable to contain the cum much longer. A trail started to leak. Luckily, these men were pigs at heart. They lapped it up and fed to Jeff as an extra snack. Not a drop of cum was wasted. The whole gangbang lasted for about 4 hours. The average fuck was about 20 minutes and by 2 AM, some of the guys had already left. Some took second or third rounds. All in all, Jeff probably was bred about 23 times when you count the moan of orgasm there was. Each of the men did a fantastic job. Finally, not being able to hold it much longer, Jeff squirted the cum in him as he panted, relieving himself. He did very well and I was looking forward to how the video will turn out. When everyone had left, I stood in front of Jeff and took the blindfold off. I looked down at him and told him that I was going to leave him there til Victor returns. Jeff's only request was to be given a hit every now and then. Man, he really does remind me of myself when I first discovered my pig side with Victor.. Sunday morning came and I heard the door open. I was still in bed. After a while, I noticed that Victor hasn't come up yet. I went down and to no one's surprise, I find him ramming Jeff. Better than what I expected. "Who's this slutty jock, love?" "That's Jeff. New to this. Just like me. Already bred with our strain twice and could be our next offer. How was Maine?" "That's nice to hear. He'll fit in well. I knew you had good taste. Maine was good. Had some lobsters." Victor was casually telling me this as he pounded Jeff who was now moaning and unable to turn his head to see who he was being fucked by. "Do you know who I am, Jeff?" Victor questioned. "No. But don't stop. Fuck." "Haha he really is a bit like you Drew." I'll always be amazed at how consistent Victor's pace was when he fucks. The slaps he gave to Jeff and the way he was gripping his back was an art form. "You already received Drew's load, now here's the original load, you want this seed bitch?" "Yes, poz me please." Victor recoiled onto Jeff's back and yelped in his orgasm, gripping his arm and ensuring that he positioned his cock directly into Jeff. "Fuck, your ass is gripping my cock so good." He now knew what kind of champ Jeff was in being a bottom. His cock was literally being jerked off by Jeff's ass contraction. Even pulling out took some time as his ass had gripped onto Victor's cock for too long. Victor sighed and gave a slap on his ass, congratulating him as he approached me to give a Welcome back kiss. "You really have outdone yourself, you know?" I tried to not blush and decided that it was time release Jeff. Standing up wasn't so easy but in time, he oriented himself back to normal. We told Jeff that in a week, he will come back during the full moon for the proper ritual fuck. Confused, Jeff didn't fully comprehend what he was agreeing to. To make it simple, I told him that if he wants more T and experience what he had experienced in the past 3 days, then he must submit to the deity that we worship. But he has to be willing in surrendering himself to the faith. Going back was not an option. He wouldn't have to work anymore and he would be able to live with us. After going through the details, Jeff was sold. "Anything to get out of that life. I've seen what's out there now.." Victor and I were both pleased with his decision and bid him farewell with a check of $5000. "A way to show our trust and your loyalty"

Chapter IV By now, I was still hairless to please Victor. He was my maker after all and I was reborn after I met him. My nipples now were both pierced and behind my neck, a biohazard symbol tattoo with the date that I found my new faith. The day I tested positive, Victor placed a sling in the middle of his living room and posted a listing advertising me as a "Freshly Pozzed Cumdump in Need of a Recharge". About 24 guys game with most being poz. A lot were in leather and I hold that day to be more important than my birthday. I still remembered getting the last few loads for the night and seeing Victor telling me how much he loves me and how he didn't see his life turning out to be like this. I agreed with him as I too didn't expect myself to be like this. I didn't recognize the old me at all. So repressed and insecure. I was now more confident and bold than most guys my age. I would also gravitate more to old guys since then. There wasn't a load that I wouldn't refuse. I was proud to not just be a cumdump, but the cumdump. Now, every time I'm in public, I relish at the sight of the men who have bred me trying to look away as they hold their wive's hands. If only they knew... Though Jeff was older than me, I can tell he doesn't play around much as I would, even if he looks like he could be an extra in the next Thor movie. Every time I see his blonde locks tied in a bun when he does his deadlifts, I picture myself pulling it as I pound him doggy style with him begging for my load. Patience now, I keep telling myself. I had 5 free sessions with Jeff to which I could then extend with a subscription. Typical offer from a typical business. Jeff was friendly when we met. We hadn't properly introduced ourselves before but shaking his hands and feeling his grip gave me a sense of the kind of guy he is. He was definitely built and arguably bulked. His chest would pop out of his shirt and his legs were definitely sculpted by Michelangelo. His face was typically nordic, with sharp eyes and thin lips and when he smiles, you know it would get the girls swooning. How great it was that this scandinavian sweetheart was gay? During our second session, I finally brought up.. "So..have you screwed any guy around here?" "Not that often...it's only worth it if you're here in the morning though.. someone's always willing to blow you in the sauna. You?" I liked how candid he was. "Nah, I think I'd be too uncomfortable to do it here..." "Once you've tried it you won't regret it ;)" His wink left me with a strange feeling. Our conversation ended there as I had to start a new set. After, as I was changing in the lockers, I spotted Jeff in the shower. With only my towel, I slowly made my way there and through the steam I could fully see how beautiful he was. He noticed me and smiled. Without any hesitation, I approached him and grabbed his cock. Bigger than average. Very thick I thought. He put his arms on my shoulder and I jerked him off. As he was about to come, I kneeled suck the cum out of him, before coming back up and kissing him to which he was first repulsed but gave into. "Never did that before.." "You're right. I don't regret doing this ;)" I immediately left to grab my things and as I got into the car, I see him knocking on my window. He asked me what I was doing after. "Well, I'm planning on getting some groceries but I think it's a bit too late so I might just head somewhere for a bite. Wanna come?" "Yeah, sure. You don't live far from here?" "Bout 10 minutes. There's a burger spot nearby." Jeff hopped in and left his bike. During the ride, we made some small talk and I got to learn more bout this trainer whose thighs could crush a watermelon. He enjoys the fitness lifestyle and would always cycle cross country. Pretty basic stuff. No deviant tendencies so far. "When did you know you were into guys?" I've no shame, might as well be direct. "Prolly a few years ago. I'm kinda new to this thing and I guess the writing was always on the wall every time I see someone cute in those lockers...but what made me really sure was the first time I took it in the ass. What a feeling..." "Right? And you know what the best feeling is right?" "What?" "When they come deep inside of you, as if they're impregnating you. Don't you like that?" "Oh hell yeah... but I rarely get bred tho. Got to be cautious." "That's right. But you've to admit, the feeling is kinda great no? Knowing that you're carrying some guy's cum in you. Nothing compares" "Hah hell yeah.." By now I could spot the hard-on Jeff was trying to hide with his bag. As I reached the burger place close to home, there wasn't any parking and the line at the drive thru was spilling onto the main road. "What bout we just order take out from my place? Are you good with that?" "Yeah sure.." As we were bout to reach home I was wondering why Jeff wanted to hang out. Was he expecting something more or was he just hungry? Once we were in the alley, we made our way to the townhouse I now call home. When Jeff came in, he was taken aback as I was when I was first here. "Damn, you live here alone?" "No, I've a roommate. His family owns the place and I kinda do some favours for him for a good deal." Victor was out of town for an art porn he had to film. It was in Maine and was set in a forrest. I still didn't understand the context of the art he's into but as long as we worship together, that's all that matters. Jeff and I decided on sushi and we ended up in the TV room to wait. Frankly, I don't care what's on the TV but I knew that Jeff was in for a surprise when he reached for the remote. There, on a 72 inch screen was a film of me being railed by a bear that was probably twice my age. I was determined and was squatting on him, in full control. The bear was pretty big and packed a fat dick that lead me to gyrate on it. Jeff didn't even blink an eye. He was engrossed. The minute the bear was asking me if I was going to take his babies and I replied that I would gladly take it, I could see how hard Jeff was. When the bear came and I moaned in the state of lust I was in, the bell rung and food was here. "Crazy stuff right? Hope you don't mind haha food's here." "Yeah, uh kinda hot. Is it ok if I watch this?" "Take as much time as you want. This isn't the only vid there is ;)" I brought the food into the room and by now the next video in queue started to play. This time, it was Victor and a college twink at some resort, probably Palm Spring. It was also one of his first attempts at pozzing someone, but the twink was on prep. Still, the video was excellent. They were fucking missionary style and Victor kept taunting the twink if he's ready for his toxic load. The twink could only muster yes and they both came in unison, with Victor savouring every drop of the twink's cum and rimming his creampied hole after. Jeff was still watching and by now we were almost done eating. We barely spoke and Jeff was unfazed. He wanted to see what was next. All I could do was smirk and asked if him if he smokes. "Cigarettes or Weed?" "Something else.. something better" I brought the pipe and just like Victor, I smoked first and breathed into Jeff. We started to kiss and after about 5-8 hits, Jeff was already starting to be at ease. "Damn, this is amazing...and these videos....do you always make them..?" "It depends...sometimes I forget... some of the best fucks I've had I do regret not filming it tho.." "And that other video, was that guy really toxic? And that twink really wanted it? Shit.. why?" "I dont' know Jeff. Could be acting! Why? Would you be down for poz cum?" I raised my eyebrows as I glanced him. It was apparent how the T was now overtaking him.. "I mean, like you said, nothing feels better than getting bred right? Haha" It's cute how naive Jeff is. He likes getting bred and he knows it feels good but he doesn't wanna embrace it. I got myself closer to him and we made out again. We continued to smoke and watch a few more films. The last film the gangbang I had when I first became poz. By now Jeff started to comprehend that I was poz. We continued to make out and smoked. After the screen turned blank, we realised that it was dark and 4 hours had passed by. That's how time is on Tina. "Shit, it's getting late.." "You want to stay?" "Can I..?" "Yeah, there's a guest room in the basement and we don't have to stop what we're doing.." "But.. you're poz.." "So..?" "Would I get it..?" "Depends on what we do..why don't we just enjoy the moment now?" We smoked more and by now Jeff was sweating like a pig. I suggested him to take his clothes off with only his boxers. Boy was he gorgeous. I on the other hand changed into a robe and we were now watching some other random bareback porn that we couldn't take our eyes off. I started to get a bit bored but I can tell Jeff was still engrossed. The next video played and it was some college dude in a sling getting his ass probed by the coach. Perfect timing.. "You wanna try that?" "Maybe.. looks hot. Didn't know a tight ass like that could handle something that huge.." "Oh you'd be surprised Jeff. I can show you" "You got a sling?" We went upstairs and again, Jeff was taken aback. Did he expect this from me? Probably not.. I told him to relax and to hop on the recently installed sling that was now hanging under the chandelier. It took a while given this god's size but we succeeded in getting him in. His legs were spread, and all Jeff could say was how cool it was and good it felt. "Shall I get the toys?" His face now changed to that of fear. I reassured him that it'll be fine. As I grabbed the toys, I decided to also take some cuffs. With his limbs locked onto the chain, I began rubbing his hole with shards of T that was used on me before and from Jeff's expression, I knew I hit jackpot. Shit shit shit was all he could say. Fingering his ass was amazing. It was tight, obvious that it hadn't been used in a while and his glutes were hard and firm. I couldn't help but to pinch and knead it while I probed him, hearing his moans to tell me to go on. The first dildo that Jeff took was a bit rocky in the beginning, but halfway it smoothly went in to his amazement. "Shit man, this feels so fucking good... what the fuck..." By the 4th dildo, Jeff's hole was officially loose and could be branded as a muscle bitch bottom. His ass ring was dilated and the t lube was oozing out of it. This was the time to propose my offer. "So Jeff, want to feel a real dick in you now?" "Hell yeah man but shit aren't you poz" "Yeah, why? You don't like risks? You already took one when you asked me out earlier" I was hoping that Tina was now working her magic on this finnish jock and that he would take whatever comes. "Yeah, guess that's true..." "And it's not a death sentence Jeff, there's so much options now.. don't you wanna know what it feels like to be in those videos? Being the center of attention?" This got him. "Fuck yeah... those were so hot.." "Don't you wanna be like me? Like us? Be a part of something bigger?" "There's a group? Damn sign me up man" "Of course there is...you get to be one of the first few members. Don't you want that? You can teach others like us to not just take cock but to also work out." I didn't need to convince him any further at this point as the 5th dildo I was holding and turning into him left him speechless. Without any further of due, I stood and placed myself infront of him, robe off, my cock pointing toward his hole, teasing with a bit of precum. We looked at each other and I asked him if he wants this. "What the hell, yeah fuck me man just fill me up already." He was hesitant. I got closer to him, circling my hard cock around his hole and asking him again, "Are you sure you want my poz cum Jeff? You get to be one of those guys you saw and find your true purpose" This time we locked eyes and with full confident, he said "Fuck Drew, breed me with your poz cum and make me part of you. I want and need this." He was now desperate. Perfect. I slid in and his hole was velvet. It acclimatized to my cock comfortably, his ass muscle squeezing and loosening at a decent pace. Every stoke I gave made him yelp and pant. His hair was now untied and I could see how beautiful this man was. The sweat on his face and his blue dilated eyes was the ideal combination of broken innocence and lust. Like Victor, I took my time fucking Jeff. I had to also convince him of Dionysus. But maybe I should wait for Victor as I wasn't well read like him. Pozzing him would be enough for today. With the sling, fucking Jeff nonstop felt effortless. No cramps with him being suspended. A+ for ergonomics. "Aw man, are you gonna cum in me soon? Fuck, don't stop man you're so good.." "Soon? We'll see. I take my time Jeff, just like you take your time when you do your squats... you know how many times I imagine you bouncing on my dick like you do your squats? Fucking you like this is even better cause I get to see your gorgeous kendoll face. Being raunchy definitely suits you.." "Fuck yes.. I thought you were hot too when I first saw you man.... i knew it was meant to be when I saw you on grindr.." We were both now panting, bullets of sweats forming and I wasn't even close yet even if I was stiff as a sequoia. Got to love T. My precum on the other hand was now gushing in Jeff. I was really churning. "You're so fucking beautiful Jeff, I can't wait to breed you and have my seed in you. You want a part of me in you babe?" Jeff looked at me with that puppy eyes look and nodded... "Breed me man, give me your poz seed and make me like one of those guys in those vids." I couldn't hold it any longer. With a few thrusts, I finally released myself into him and flooded his guts good. I must have jolted about 5 times as I couldn't contain my cum any longer. Jeff's ass looked as if he was bred by 4 guys. If this guy doesn't get pozzed, then I must've done something wrong. "Oh fuck man, that feels so good...I feel it... it's so full dude fuck.." I stared at Jeff and smiled before I dived in to kiss him. We embraced and I unlocked his limbs from the sling. We got on the bed and I made him stand on all fours so I could him my cum out of him. "You want to taste some of my cum?" "Fuck yes." I took a big gulp and vacuumed his ass out. He took the cum like a champ and even licked the side of my lips for more. What a fucking slut. You wouldn't think a dude this big would be a muscle bottom bitch. I have to pat myself in the back for achieving this goal. New member obtained. Fucking Victor is going to be ecstatic. Jeff and I spent the rest of the night in bed, fondled a bit and I explained to him what was going to happen next. He took it all in well and was convinced of the plan. "Being a part of something, yeah I could use that. Kinda feel like my life's going no where sometimes. This is good." "It's hot." "Fuck yeah it is.." I then told Jeff to come back soon as I wanted him to meet Victor. We still needed to do a ritual for him and make him see what we see. At dawn, I got horny again and with Jeff's ass was exposed, I bred him once again in his sleep. Right before I was about to come, he woke up and tightened his ass, saying oh fuck and I came in buckets. With Victor in my mind, I thought that this time, he better carry our poz seed.

Chapter III From the mirror, I saw myself moaning with every thrust from the dildos that Victor was inserting into me. The substance that was rubbed into my hole made me took all of the dildos like a champ. Victor was impressed at how little I resisted. "It's as if you were made for it. Amazing." The sensation that I felt from every kind of dildos there were was indescribable. The difference in the girth and width made my hole more adaptable and flexible. My hole really was being trained to take dick. I don't think I could ever thank Victor more. With every kind of dildo that I took, a buttplug was put in for a while before I take the next dildo. This lasted almost an hour. We were both sweating and moaning yeahs incessantly, nodding at each other as if we were actually animals, incapable of speech. I can tell my hole had been dilated and changed forever. The size of the buttplugs I've taken surprised Victor as I had no qualms in holding it. "You know Drew, I think I have actually found the one. You. Everything is in the right place at this moment, you see." The luminance of the candles and the heavy weight of the air in the room heightened my senses to devote my full attention to Victor. "I have to tell you, I worship Dionysus, and you would be the perfect offering. We can do so much more to please him.." I didn't have to digest anything he said, the look he gave me and the energy I felt made sense to me. I understood what our purpose was. My only fear was what was going to happen to me. "How do we please him? What will I come to be?" By now, our voice sounded distorted and deep, even our inflection was now different. "All he asks is your loyalty, your dedication. Worship him with me and we will be invincible." The last buttplug was now pulled out swiftly and I screamed while Victor is now on top of me, our faces not even an inch apart. My ass was leaking with the lube that he used, tainted red from what I guess was my blood. His hands were again caressing my shoulder, with him kissing every part of me, asking if I am ready to surrender myself, and if I was ready to be the first person to receive his gift. "You see Drew, this gift I have for you will bring us closer to Him, it will allow us to bring more worshippers and set us free." I could now feel his hard cock pointing onto my hole. We were still sweating and lube wasn't necessary anymore. "Once you receive the gift, you and I will find more of our kind and together we'll surrender to pleasure and only pleasure..." His cock was still grinding on me and I can now feel my nipples being clamped as I tried to reach for Victor's kiss. "Will you happily receive the gift?" "Yes, I desire the gift." "Are you sure?" "I'm positive!" "No... but you will certainly be once I breed you with my potent seed." I didn't care at that point. I knew he was poz the minute I saw his dogtag. At the bar, I didn't plan on going to Victor's place but he was magnetic. I truly believed that the fates had arranged me to surrender myself to not just Victor but to Dionysus. As an offering, I would amplify Victor's energy and together we will gain true pleasure from our dedication to Him.. "Fuck me now Victor and give me the gift. I'm ready to give myself to Him and join you." "Oh Drew, you and I are already in unison...it's the offering now that must commence. Here it is!!!" It was sharp but perfect. The pain was short but the pleasure I felt from his cock was extraordinary. We were in a ritual, worshipping and participating in a form of bacchanalia. The strokes I felt in my hole, with his potent cock in me was sending me to overdrive. It was as if both of us were in a different pane of existence. I could feel us fusing with his seed building up in me. I was already feeling his hot precum that set my insides on fire. We fucked for what felt 2 hours, sans rest. I was also untied halfway so that I could be fucked on the ottoman like a fuck bench. Victor knew how to take his time and my ass was well in adjusting itself to his strokes. We were both in ecstasy. Only moans and yeahs were produced and I could also see the eyes of the ram head lighting up as Victor announced that he was close. "This is the moment Drew, it's time I offer you to our new God for us to achieve what we were fated to do. Tell Him that you willfully give yourself up to extend his worship. Tell Him." I looked up to the ram and proclaimed myself to Dionysus and that the gift I will receive is sacred. I accept the seed of debauchery that is poz and toxic to free myself. In worshipping you we seek pleasure and only pleasure. I repeat and saw the eyes of the ram glowing again and my pupils too were now dilated and fully black. I then heard Victor releasing a moan that sounded cryptic and harmonious, as his sharp fingers scratch my back to regain himself. His head was now behind mine.. "This is the gift you are getting, my seed that will now foster and grow our worshippers. You are the carrier and together we will conquer all." My insides were truly on fire as his toxic cum was igniting and absorbing itself to the cuts. There was a wave of pleasure and satisfaction that came after. For the first time in bout 6 hours, I was able to think clearly. Even with the windows closed, there was a breeze of air that swept the room that ended the candles. The ram no longer looked bigger and the room was silent. Victor was still in me as he panted. I told him to not let me go and we continued to spoon on the bed til the sun came up. With his cock still in me and his hands supporting my ass, Victor scooped some of the cum that was leaking out of me to feed me and asked... "How do you feel?" "Hopeful." "Me too.." My life from that day was never the same as I found a form of faith that gave me a true purpose. No longer do I find myself in the office or doing average things. Victor opened my eyes to a world where there is a higher goal. One that is unashamed and is pure lust. It was what we were fated to do. Since then, Victor and I became partners, with plans to form a group that worships the true god of pleasure, bonded by Victor's potent seed. 6 months after our first fuck, Victor informed me that it was time to scout for new worshippers as he could sense the energy was starting to wane. We needed a new offer and I now have the privilege to pick who would be in the position that I was in. Where else would a good prospect be if not the gym? I would survey the place at anytime of the day to find someone who would be capable.. Funnily enough, a trainer named Jeff, who resembled a modern Viking walked up to me one day asking if I would be interested in an offer for a 1-on-1 training session since I've been there for 2 years. At first, I wouldn't think of Jeff to be gay, but opening Grindr, I stand corrected. Profile; 32, 6'3, Safe Only, NSA. His pictures were average, it didn't do justice if you were to see him in person. Now the best part? Sexual Position: Versatile. Since my new faith, I told myself that in expanding our mission I will top. And what do you know, Jeff seemed like the perfect candidate to be carrying our strain. Seeing him in the changing room once in that white baseball jock only reaffirmed my mission to get him. If only he knew what was coming...

Chapter II "How open are you, Drew?" I didn't know how to answer Drew's question. I was always very vanilla and kept it simple and short. The orgasms I've had from the wanks and sex I've done were always the same, not much were memorable or made me want to replay those moments. It was a routine that I did not mind. I asked Victor, what he meant by open and what would he recommend me to try out. By now, the T that I smoked would make me agree to anything he says as I already felt as if I have fully surrendered myself to him to do whatever he pleases. His questions were just confirmations that he wanted me to feel safe and comfortable. "Well, you can clearly see how vast my fantasies can be, given the nature of my bedroom. I am an artist after all. I enjoy testing limits, experimenting on my subjects, unlock their potential and free themselves..." Victor now placed me on the floor and made me crouch, looking up to him with full obedience. "What I want is to make you experience the freedom and pleasure that you repress deeply within you. I see it in your eyes..." My head was now cradled closer to him, our gaze unbroken. "Why not we try some mild things first and see how much you like it. Or if I like it. Would you be okay if I do something to you that I enjoy but brings you pain? You'll still be safe.." "Sure, yeah let's do it." I said in a rush. I was now extremely excited to see what Victor would do. We smoked a few times more and I felt more elevated than before. "Get on the bed all fours, Drew. We'll start with a little bondage play. Nothing too serious, everyone does it." I got on my back and spread like an eagle on the bed, seeing my reflection in the mirror above me with the ram looking right into me. Victor took out some ropes from the armoire and began tying my limbs to the bed's poster. They were tight and firm, leaving me with little movements. He also took out a gas mask from under the bed and placed it on me, connecting the hose to a larger glass bong placed on the end table. More T was placed and the torch was lit, as well as the candles around the bed. "Inhale." My nerves sparked again in every part of my body and with my limbs being tied, pulling myself only heighten the pleasure. The room was now only lit by the candles and Victor began to take off his jeans, and boy he was hung. It was at least 9 inches and his balls were massive. The cockring he had on was solid titanium and his thighs were bushy. He then wore a pair of tight rubber chaps that exposed both his ass and cock. His ass was muscular, though not as bubbly as mine but you can tell he could squat more than me. I still couldn't believe how big he was. Even through the foggy gas mask I had on, I knew that I wasn't ready to take him. Another hit was lit by Victor and he started to announce that it's time.. Still tied, I nodded and shouted yeah in anticipation. I first felt his callous hands on my body, and I can tell that oil now glistened everywhere on me. My breathing was deep and his frequent touch excited my nerves and sent waves of pleasure in me. As Victor stood on top of me, he bent down to lick both my armpit which caused me to twitch continuously, trying to pull myself in futile from being tied by the limbs. I let out screams and moans of "Yeahs.." as Victor nourished on my pits. His tongue then slid from my chest to my crotch, not giving my limp cock any attention. His tongue continuously slid up and down on me nonstop, further ending down on my ass where it was then lifted for him to devour. All the sex I've had before combined couldn't stand a chance to a fraction of how I was feeling at the moment. The waves of pleasure from the substances I've consumed and the state I was in made me realize that I have unlocked a part of me that I never knew existed. Victor nourished my ass and fingered me deep with his sharp nails, scratching my insides. Pain was secondary at this point. I was numb to the pain and was only experiencing pleasure. I could also feel his tongue piercing resting on my hole and entering it, in and out. Victor also rimmed my ass ring in circles as his fingers were expanding my insides. Suddenly, he stopped and I could only moan in desperation. More please, fuck was all I could repeat. "I'm glad that you're enjoying this Drew. I want to clean you up a bit before we go further. Make you more suitable for my taste.." The oil that was slathered on me was also stinging and I now saw Victor placing a leather pouch on the end table. Different sizes of razors were taken out to be sharpened. Another hit of the T to the gas mask was lit and my shaving commenced. My body hair wasn't thick, but it was pretty defined on my arms and legs. They were curly and so were my pubes. My hair wasn't too long and I could pull of a fringe at times. "I like my boys smooth.. like silk." Victor began to first shave my whole head with a clipper that was hidden. I thought he was only going for my body. I couldn't remember the last time I was bald. Then, the razor was glided onto my scalp to ensure that I was spotless. The only hair that was spared were my eyebrows. My face was next and just like the way he tongued me, he started from the top and to the bottom. When my armpit hair was gone, Victor dived in again. This time, it was more sensitive and I screamed louder than usual. I was lucky that it didn't last long. I could feel the cold air breezing on my arms now. The precision that Victor had in his shave was impeccable. Not a single cut. Even with him being on the same substances I'm on, he was skilful. Once my chest and torso were done, my legs were next. The stinging oil was applied again and I started to a realize a part of me that was once there was now gone. My pubes was of course the last part as after my legs were done, Victor began devouring my thighs again my moans of ecstasy restarted. The surface of his tongue, in contact with my bare skin intensified the nerves that were already excited from the T I had. It was as if there were layers in the pleasure I was experiencing. Once my pube was done, my hole was the last piece of hair that needed to be eliminated. A towel was then rubbed across my body to get rid of the hair. Looking at the mirror above, I didn't recognize myself. I was paler than I thought but I could see how my muscles were defined. It is as if I had been reborn. "Now, that's perfect. Here's a reward for being so patient and agreeing to this.. I got very lucky to find you Drew. Truly.." Before I could even say Me too, I was rimmed again, hole devoured by Victor's prowess. It felt better now with my bare skin exposed to his lizard like tongue. I was a new person now with this makeover I had. Still tied, I stared at my reflection, smiling as I said Fuck yeah. Thank you Victor. He was now on top of me and my mask was finally removed. Finally I could feel his tongue in my mouth, allowing me to savour the taste of myself. He spit in my mouth and our mouths locked with our tongues dancing together. Pearls of his sweat dropped on my face and was fed back by him. This was the raunchiest fuck I've done and my only regret is not having it done sooner. At every interval of us kissing, Victor kept praising how good I was and how beautiful I now looked. It's the perfect offering he would then whisper to me before devouring both my ears too and sending a shock of moans that I couldn't help contain. So smooth he would say, before pinching and twisting my nipples and spitting in me as I let out a scream. With the room only being lit with the candles, it was hard to properly see Victor but I can tell that his dark grin was more profound now. He then proceeded to adjust my tied limbs. My legs were now tied behind my arms, close to the rest to fully expose my ass. I was now positioned in a way where I was ready to get fucked. "We still got a long way to go, Drew. Don't get too excited now." "When are you going be inside me? I really need it man please..!" What was I saying? Was I actually begging? I had truly been reborn. "Patience and soon you'll be rewarded...good things come to those who wait..." Victor then left the bed and the gas mask full of T was put on again to feed me. I heard some noises and cabinets being opened from where I was, curious to what he was retrieving. He came back with 2 briefcases, one filled with dildos and the other with buttplugs. A nipple clamp was also in his hands and a jar of what seemed like grease was held by him. "This is to not just stretch you out, but to also test your limits." I could only look at the sizes of the toys with eyes wide open as I was now into a different kind of territory. Never have I tried toys as large as I saw.. I only had an average dildo back in college and even butt plugs made me squirm. Was I ready? "Are you ready, Drew? I want you to be confident that you can take this." "Yes, fuck yes. I'm ready." "Do you mean it?" "Yes, do whatever you want to me, stretch me out, I don't care. I want to feel it." "Whatever I want?" This got Victor's attention more than usual. "Yeah, I don't care I'm all yours, just do it now please." I couldn't sit still forever in that position without being touched, I needed something in me or against me. It was what my bare skin demanded. "If you say so....but don't worry, I will never make this hard on you.." My hole was now gently brushed by his fingers and slowly he dipped his index finger into a tiny jar and began probing me. Each probe, deeper than the last. "This is to calm your nerves, make you want more of what's to come..." My hole now felt different. At first it felt as if it was on fire, but then it cooled down to an ice like sensation that is insatiable for anything to be inserted. I started to moan and pleaded to get fucked, begging Victor to plug me now to shut my ass up. Victor could only reply with a grin as he looked up to the head of the ram above us. His fingers on his right hand probed me again while his left hand was now playing with my nipples, preparing the clamps on them. I could suddenly feel as if the room was also starting to get warmer and the candles around us were brighter than before. There was a sort of wave that was engulfing us. My only focus at that point was to just get fucked. Victor started to giggle as he held the first metal dildo that was bout twice the size of my cock. It was shiny and its texture was also rough, as if it was meant to scratch. "Toy time, Drew." I looked at Victor as his pupils were now expanded and both his eyes were fully black. I responded with a smile and nodded to him, signalling my permission before I looked up to see our reflection again.

Chapter I I was never the wild kind. I knew when to say no and never drank more than necessary. The gym was my sanctuary and I would always play safe when I hook up, especially since I'm a total bottom. I was in my comfort zone, being 28 in Toronto, working in a startup developing mobile apps with a good surrounding. My health was great, my relationships were good and I believed that because I played by the rules, I would be rewarded sufficiently. It all changed though when I met Victor. Was it fate? Or chance? I always thought that if I wasn't stood up by the guy my colleague tried to set me up with at Woody's, I would've had a regular life now, ready to live in the suburbs with a clean shaven man I would call my husband. But no, it seemed as if my date was caught in traffic and had to rain check. Alone I sat by the bar, sipping my third gin and tonic for the night. I should leave soon, even if it's a Friday night. The bartender then handed me a glass of what I suppose was rum and coke, and informed me that it came from the man at other end of bar. With the excess lights and music, it was difficult for me to make him out that I had to tilt my head like a curious ostrich. When I saw him, it was too late to hide in the sand. He stood up and segued towards me. He had to be at least 6'1. Not too muscular, but fit nevertheless. With a black oversized tanktop, his biceps were defined, larger than average and his veins were popping. His pecs were also exposed, with his nipples showing at certain angles. Both sleeves had tribal tattoos in different colors. Under his nose was an 80s pornstache, and his head had a curly sort of mullet. He must've been at least in his late 50s, but he wouldn't look a day past 40. With the lights flickering across his face as he approached me, I could see how sharp his gaze was at me. He was also wearing a pair of leather chaps, jeans exposed by the crotch. He had a septum piercing, and was wearing a dogtag with a biohazard ring. What could it mean? "Hi, mind if I take this seat?" I said sure... stuttering a bit as I pulled the chair next to me. "Thanks for the drink, kinda need it." "Yeah, rough day?" "Not really, just got stood up. Rarely happens tho but my work mate isn't really best match maker" "Ah I see. Well, it comes and go. On the bright side, you get to meet me instead. I'm Victor." "Nice to meet you, I'm Drew. How long have you been staring there?" I questioned, trying to be a bit flirty since I might as well take the chance now. "Well, since you got in. Such a cute ass you have there. You got to tell me where you got those pants. And these too.." He started to touch my left ear and grazed his fingers on the piercings I had, smiling with his eyes locked on me. "Thanks, haha." I tried to reciprocate by bringing my stool closer to his and placed my right hand on his lap. His hand was now on my shoulder. We continued to break the ice and spent almost an hour talking, with him covering the tab and keeping the drinks coming. From my understanding, Victor is a video artist who lives off a hefty commission. He spent his early 20s in New York and only came back to Canada a few years ago. I was pretty captivated that I too was sharing a lot bout myself and was strangely attracted to him even though I don't go for older guys. Especially with his style. It was edgy, industrial and nothing close to the cookie cutter ivy league boys I'd go for. Perhaps it was his candor and demeanour that made got my attention. He doesn't speak as fast as most guys do, his voice lacked the usual anxious filled hesitancy. It was still effeminate, but full of confident. The stories he told me bout his endeavours were fascinating and we didn't break eye contact the entire time. "I don't know if this is your style, but do you want to get out of here? I don't live too far." Usually, I'm a prude and only kept fucking on the 3rd date. But given that I was stood up and another man showed up, and the alcohol had made me not overthink as much, I agreed. I thought maybe it's one of those nights where I'll let loose a bit and have those moments you say no regrets. And not an ounce of regret did I have since I met Victor that night. We walked to his place, about 10 minutes away. Hidden in a quiet alley was a townhouse. I didn't expect him to be this wealthy, I thought. We held hands during the entire time. His palm was callous, and his fingernails were sharp, manicured like a piranha's teeth. Probably part of his whole style. I don't know why but I was turned on by it. We head to the kitchen where he suggested that we should freshen up. "I know we've drank quite a bit, but I don't want to cut this time we're spending too soon and head to bed. Do you want to have more fun?" "What do you mean?" The right door of the fridge was pulled open and Victor took out some capsules with a bottle of gatorade. He grabbed 2 highball glasses from underneath the counter cabinet and placed it between us. "This is kinda of a fun drink. It's not alcoholic, but it does make us feel more at ease." In my mind, I was telling myself how I was always against drugs. With an distant cousin that never made it out of rehab due to heroin, the tales I hear from my parents kept me on a straight edge path. Even the occasional joints were something I would only participate in if everyone was in. "Don't worry, Victor. It isn't dangerous or anything. It's just a drink called G. I promise you'll be fine." I smiled at him and nodded. With a gulp, I drank a kind of liquid that tasted sharp like metals, forcing a deep gulp that took more than just courage. "See? Not too bad right?" Victor then approached closer to my face and pecked me. This was our first kiss. I returned the kiss and both our hands were now held on each other's face. With a short glance, we embraced again and made out. After about 5-10 minutes of continuous caress, I started to feel a bit lighter and a bit lethargic, but I was still conscious. Victor then asked if I would want to join him upstairs in his room or just hang where we were. Was it that obvious that I was a prude to him? I couldn't help but blush with how Victor was treating me. He acknowledged how inexperienced I was but respected it. "Yeah, show me your room." We climbed 2 floors up and opposite of the hallway was a double door. It opened to a room that was huge and luxurious. King sized poster bed, with black linen sheets. A few large candles stacked on both sides of the end tables and above the headboard was a large preserved head of a ram, horns protruding in a curl, pointed to the pillows. There was also an antique chandelier hung in the middle of the room, with one side of the wall covered in armoires that were dark oak. The floor was velvet maroon and it was obvious how Victorian and gothic his room was. Nothing short of a work of art though. I looked around the room and found myself captivated by the decor of memorabilia. There was also a large wooden X hung opposite of the armoire. It's as if someone was supposed to be placed in it, with limbs attached. There was also a mid sized marble statue of what seem like a minotaur under the chandelier, acting as a centrepiece for the bedroom. "Neat, huh? These are all the treasures I've found over the years.. vintaged, given, passed down, all very unique and possess a certain kind of energy, if you believe in those kinds of things" "Cool, it must have taken a lot of effort to do this. It's remarkable." I was still gliding around the room, observing the details and furnitures I would never have imagined. The drink I had was also still in effect and I couldn't help but to lean on Victor's chest a as he guided me around with him behind me. I also started to feel his bulge brushing my ass starting to get bigger. My suspicions were right bout the wooden X as Victor explained how it's used to punish and incite pleasure on those who got on it. "Maybe one day you get to get on it" He whispered in my ears as he brushed my waist and arched his head down for a kiss. I yielded and allowed myself to be engulfed in his embrace, once again. This time, it felt much better with the drink's effect. We continued to make out and approached the velvet ottoman that was in front of the bed. Victor stopped us and we sat on it. He ended our kiss and formed that devilish grin he had when we first saw each other. "Do you smoke weed, Drew?" "Sometimes, but I don't really like it. Makes you feel slow." "Yeah, I agree. Do you want to feel fast instead?" "What do you mean?" Victor unlocked the ottoman that was also a chest to take out a wooden box where there was a glass pipe, a torch and tiny bags of what seemed like coarse, unprocessed salt. "This is T, another thing we can do if you don't want the fun to end. All you got to do is just smoke it a bit and let go of yourself.." I was now hesitating a bit, but I couldn't say no as I was curious to where this night will lead me. Any suggestions Victor proposed couldn't be bad, I rationalized and so far, I am having one of the best times I've ever had. "I'll teach you okay, and don't worry, you're safe with me." He lit the pipe with the torch after placing some of the substance from the bag and began inhaling. Without any warning, he grabbed my head and pushed his tongue into me while exhaling, and I couldn't help but to breathe in and take the smoke. "Just let go of yourself Drew, let go of yourself to me.." Victor made a few more inhalation and exchanged it with me and I made sure that I was going to let go of myself to him. In an instance, I began trembling and felt more excited than usual. It was as if the drink I had had now counterbalanced what I smoked. I had never physically felt this good before. My eyes started to dilate and my heart began to race. My focus on Victor was more prominent, and his more intense on me. We starred at each other and made out on the bed. I lost track of how many times Victor lit the pipe but every time he did, he made sure he shared it with me. My body really did feel lose now, and the sensation I felt from Victor's touch and caress was electrifying. Victor took off his tanktop and his chaps, with only his jeans. His body was also tattooed and on his navel was an inverted pentagram in circle. He then took all my clothes off, leaving only my nylon green jock that said PUMP. "Cute pair, Drew. Want to try something better?" We jolted from the bed and walked to the armoire where once opened, the shelves revealed different kinds of jocks in different materials. "You've done a lot for me tonight Victor, and I'm really grateful for everything. You can choose what you want me to be in." The excitement from the smoke made me very vulnerable and more submissive than I would admit. A leather jock was what he chose and a studded choker collar was placed around my neck. The left door of the armoire was opened to reveal a full mirror which I saw myself in. My ass looked better in this jock, more structured with better shape. The collar was the perfect touch. Next, Victor put on a leather harness on himself and it was now I realized both his nippled were pierced. This turned me on completely but my cock was still limp. As a matter of fact, I haven't gotten hard since we smoked. I guess it is better that I'm wearing a jockstrap. "Now, are you ready to really have fun, Drew?" I could only nod and say Fuck yes.

It was nice to finally let my limbs be free, though hanging as the floor had made me a bit numb. I didn't have to grip the chains as they were neatly locked onto. I was also incapable of moving with my legs being spread for the whole room to see. I finally saw the man that instructed Kyle. He was gorgeous. Even better looking than Master Pierre if I dare say. There was something pure in him that I sensed. His voice was gentle but affirming. When the lights above me got brighter, I was able to fully appreciate his physique. "I'm George. At this moment, try to think of this as a sort of mini break for you. It doesn't get easier, but you do become stronger and better in becoming one of us." If I saw George in public, I wouldn't have the courage to speak to him. His warmth during this ritual was unexpected, reassuring to say the least. The men in the room got closer now, circling the sling I was in with George right in front of me. . Slowly, teasing my hole with his cock, he passed me a few hits and held my head to kiss me. It's strange, his kiss was passionate, as if there was a kind intention behind it. He caressed my body, which was continuously sweating and brushed my hair, whispering to me how good this was for me. "Don't worry boy, this is all for your own good. You know you will be released from everything after this, your ability to control your desire after facing it for good." Another hit and he still circled the tip of his cock around my hole. "Do you want this?" "Yes.." "I need you to beg for it like you did before, but this time I want you to really mean it. Say what you want, we're all here to make sure you know what you want." "I really need your cock in me, Sir. Please, I beg you, give it to me." "Don't be to needy now.." "Breed me Sir. I need to have you breed me and transform me like the rest of you. Fill me your toxic load and use me as you please." "Very creative. Good boy." He was still teasing, and back and forth he asked me if I want it, which I never fail to quickly reply Yes in hopes that he finally enters me. "You're a good boy, you know that? Very obedient and knowing what to do. I like that bout you. Maybe Pierre here could let me coach you. If Markus here could proudly admit he's a cumdump, even though you wouldn't tell he could a few months ago, then I can't imagine how great you'll be." "I'll be better - I know I can." I panted, staring at his eyes, dilated on both our ends. "That's my boy...that confidence..it took a while for even Kyle to have the calibre you have. You got to spend more time in the gym though, so that once you gain the strength that these boys have, then I would consider you on the same level as they are now." He began pinching my nipples, releasing a soft yelp from me. He then examined my chest and my biceps, licking my armpit and spitting into my mouth. "You do have a better ass though, I've to admit. So tight and made for breeding." His index finger was now protruding me and I sighed in pleasure. Two more entered and as we locked eyes again, I mouthed "Please" as I couldn't hold my desire for his cock any longer. George nodded and in an instant, he drove himself into me, fast and gentle like never before. His pants, accompanied by the men's encouragement, persuaded me to try and rock myself into him, letting his arms clutch onto me. Never letting go even a single moment. Unlike the previous fuck tonight, George never broke eye contact. What he did was hypnotizing. He wanted to recognize the boy I am, the kind of hole I was meant to be, I could see in his eyes that he knew that about me. With each bead of his sweat dropping onto my chest, I was beginning to bond with him. It felt as if no one was in the room and that we were sharing an indescribable moment. I did not felt degraded but empowered, squeezing my hole on to him as he thrust his hole cock into me. He was longer than the rest, if I could estimate, George was wrecking my hole for almost 20 minutes. Even reaching climax took a while as I sensed it building up. He was panting louder than before, pecking me continuously, with our tongues dancing in mix of T, spit, cum and G. Both his hands were on my shoulder, close to the neck before he was about to cum. During this period, he started telling me his history with Master Vincent. "I don't usually do this, you know, talking to new recruits, but I know you and I have already started something special. I'll let you in on my story." Now, he was slowly rocking me, and the precum started to flow out of my hole. "Don't worry boy, I haven't cum yet. I can give Mikael a run for his money. Now, let me tell you how it happened.." His head rested on my shoulder now and his lips were on my right ear, giving it a taste and whispering how he joined. "A while ago, probably 2 years I think, I was recently divorced. I was bisexual, well still am and I realized that maybe I prefer men more. Real men. My ex-wife was great and we ended things well but I still wasn't satisfied, you know? I went to Pride, went to the bars and bath house but there was still something missing. I was already friends with Tina and it didn't get me fucked up like half the guys here, but still, when you have all the drugs in the world and you still feel hollow, what can you do?" I now see the parallels between him and I. Unlike him, I was ahead of the game. "Even the kinks didn't do it. And I sure wasn't into anything too [banned word]. Except for this. See, I met Master Pierre on a trip in Palm Springs and we clicked perfectly. He was also very candid with the things he did, explaining his reason to bareback, the Tina and the sex he does. When he told me the kind of recruitment he was doing and why he was doing it, it struck a chord in me that I knew was hidden." Fuck, he's getting me so excited and worthless in thinking that I was the only one who thought this way. "It was simple, I thought. Sure. Let me contribute to this mission of releasing our inhibitions but keep it exclusive, you see. That night, T was on me and Master Pierre tied me onto the bed of that all male hotel we were in. That jock you're wearing, was what I wore and boy that night, I finally found my calling. In addition to Pierre's seed, and the countless of guys who pounded me, I was in bliss. When Master Vincent arrived to give the final seed, I was relieved, satisfied and determined to live my life differently from then on. I worked out, improved the way I spoke and expanded this group you might think is a cult to what it is today. The day I knew I was poz, I bred 3 guys in the bathhouse. 2 who are here now." I looked at where George was looking and saw 2 guys who nodded. "You don't know what it's going to feel like, but I can assure you, you'll be free. I never looked back and I'm proud to continue this mission. Your youth only makes it better. I'm not just going to coach you but I'll also be your mentor if Pierre agrees. Do you want that?" "Yes, please, just breed me and fuck me good." "Haha, that's the T talking. Do you want me to guide you, Felix? "Yes Sir, I'll serve and train with you to follow your footsteps." "Now that's what I'd like to hear to make me cum. You want another charged load? One from Sir George, huh boy?" "Fuck yes." With a few thrusts, George finally came in me, and it was electric. Unlike the first two, I could really feel the warmth of his cum in me. To see him moan and release his load was absolutely rewarding. His sweats, still trailing down on his body shined and he rested himself on me, panting and pecking me again, biting and sucking my neck as a way to mark that I would be his. We continuously made out and just like that, he let go of me and looked to everyone as he said.. "Fun time over. Let's work this bitch to be one of us for good."

Pierre's poz father, who introduced himself as Vincent, instructed the room to be quiet as the techno song dimmed. He began to announce; "Felix here, a fresh grad, is also a fresh hole for us tonight. Now, as you gentlemen know, what we do is the complete opposite of vanilla. We're real men who fuck raw and breed raw. No loads refused. Isn't that right?" "Yes, Sir." The crowd agreed in unison. "I expect each of you to take your time with this hole and treasure the moment of this boy's transformation. You were in his position once and you know how great it was. Pierre, thank you for being consistent with your recruits. I don't know when this virus will take me, but I trust you to carry on my legacy." I heard Vincent grabbing Pierre's arm and brining himself closer to him, and they both embraced in making out, with Pierre sighing "thank you Sir. Thank you for the blessing." "Gentlemen, let's not waste time and begin this boy's true rite of passage." Claps and cheers echoed. As hard as I tried to take peak, I could only take a glimpse of the men who began to surround me, now fully unclothed and in leather gear. I was put back up, now kneeling in the middle of the room, still tied. Without any warning, I was impaled and my head jolted backwards uncontrollably as the collar was pulled. I finally was getting a proper fucking, gyrating my hole on who's cock I wasn't sure of. All I know was its girth was bigger than I was used to, and I could feel his pubic hair caressing my ass. "Boy, this is Adam. He joined not too long ago. Couldn't let of our friend Tina and found other ways to hang with her thanks to me. Adam never got on meds and we're not too sure how long along he is, but I can tell you that he fucks like a champ. Let me get you a new fix." As I panted and moaned, the pipe was put close to my mouth, welcoming the hit that has been deprived from me. Again, the pleasure heightened and I started to enjoy Adam's cock more in my hole. He must have been a bit stocky too as I could also feel his abs resting on my back. His swear trailed on to me and the only thing I could do was to control my ass to his rythm. Adam came up close to me, his head resting on my right shoulder, panting and whispering what a good hole I was. "You're so luck to be here bitch. When I was in your place, I tried so hard to fight it, to not want it. I got broken. You, you just embraced it. Lucky bitch." I couldn't give a coherent reply, only moans of approval that ended with .."I'm lucky that you're fucking me, Sir." "Damn right you are. These guys here, we lived in a generation where there's no fear and you're going to make sure that any boys that want to join us have none. Or, learn to not fear anymore. I can see that in you." Yes was all I could repeat . Pierre came close to me and took of my bondage mask and I can clearly see the state I was now in. "For every cum that's bred in you, a hit will be given. Okay boy?" "Yes, Sir." "Good." Master fed me with a shotgun and lapped my mouth, licking my lips and spitting into me, smiling in a way I've never seen before. It wasn't like the smirk he gave, but more of an excitement in disbelief, as if he didn't expect that a boy like me showing up in his place would be ready to serve and give it all. Adam was still fucking me, and looked at Master, who then nodded that it was time. "You're a special bitch you know that, I don't think I would've last this long" He was still panting and slapping my ass, gripping my waist to secure himself further in me. "You really got me ready to bust, you want that right boy?" "Fuck yes please, give me your cum." "My what?" "Your cum, please." "It's not just cum, boy. Say it and I'll give you" "Give me your poz cum please!" "Atta boy." The thrusts Adam was producing were now faster than usual, and as he released his moan, I could sense his discharge in me, coating my insides with his toxic load. "Fuck yes, boy, take it all in, let your hole soak my seed." Even after coming, he did not stop thrusting, instead it was as if he was churning his cum in me, while the rest of the men cheered for him. A new figure approached from the circle of men and made his way to face me, revealing his cock for me to suck. "While we wait Adam to finish up, let's get you started on your next cock." This time, he was younger than the rest of them and had middle eastern feature. His scruff and body hair was signalling me to taste every bit of him. Vincent started speaking, "This is Mikael. A wild one who's still closeted. But don't let that fool you, he was more than ready to carry my gift and give it to those who need. Bout 3 boys, isn't that right Mike?" "And all 3 are now at our disposal, any time we want too. Tina is such a good friend." I didn't realize how well endowed Mikael was. He even had a P.A. that went through my gag reflex, releasing tears from eyes. "Now now we don't want any water works. Let me give you a hand." Vincent lit up the pipe for Mikael and he shot gun it to me after pulling his cock out of me. The words Round 2 appeared in my vision and again, I was ready to continue. Adam exited me, asking Mike if he's going to clean up the mess he made. "Don't tempt me, Adam" Mikael chuckled. With that, Mikael crouched behind me and started rimming Adam's cum out of me, sucking my hole as if it was a straw. His tongue circled my hole and poked it, collecting the potent seed. It felt like heaven, having someone lapping your hole and taking care of it. When Mikael told me to hold still, I was helpless, the cum oozed and flowed, and Mikael had to rush in his rims to not leave a drop. He got back to face me and with a smile, he kissed me and fed Adam's seed. The taste didn't mattered, it was the act that excited me more than before. With some leftover, he spit on my hole as a lube, and as his hands spread my thighs, I happily welcomed his studded cock in me. Mikael was rougher than Adam, slapping my ass more than usual in intervals, pulling my collar and telling me how pathetic I was. "I fuck girls, I fuck boys, but bitches like you, I don't just fuck, I teach them how to be a hole for guys like me. You understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Good, bitch." He had also spit onto my back during his thrusts, probably more of Adam's. The group continued to cheer while they were in their own orgy as well, but still focusing on my as I was the centre of attention. Vincent was seated on an armchair diagonally to me, observing my transformation while Pierre was giving him head. Two other men were standing on both of the sides of the chair, with jocks and a mask similar to the one I wore. Both also had collars with leash that trailed to Vincent's arms. They seemed younger, when you look at their body but similar in my height. Perhaps they too were recently transformed, and that I would be the one standing by the armchair in future rituals as this. Mikael's fuck was different than Adam, the toughness he possessed forced me to adapt to his rhythm and if it weren't for the T, the pain would've been too much but I managed in my groans to not be too much. He did not last as long as Adam but his load felt like a gallon. I could immediately tell he was about to cum as I was slowly getting full. Before he let out his moan, he clutched his arm on to me, "Oh bitch, you really are a fast learner, I can't believe how much precum you made me release, here's the final one bitch, fully charged." He pulled out quick, and slapped my ass again for the final time, before briefly licking my hole and spitting it on my face. Mikael cradled my head, licking the cum around my cheeks and looked into my eyes and praised me at how good I was. He looked at Vincent who then nodded to the masked boy on his left. "Go on now, Marcus, it's meal time." Since they arrived, only these two boys were stationery. The rest were in action, participating in the orgy that was also part of my transformation. Never once did they move from Master Vincent's sight. Markus' leash was unhooked by the other boy and he slowly glided behind me. Without a word or hesitation, he dived into my hole, eating me out. All I heard was the slurp and Master Vincent praising Markus, coaching him to not miss a drop like Mikael had. Master Vincent then pulled the leash that was the other boy who stood next to him and instructed him to give me another hit. Finally. It's been a while.. Pierre, now done with Master Vincent's limp cock, also got closer to me, explaining who Markus and Kyle are. As he passed the pipe to Kyle, who began shotgunning me more hits than usual and some poppers. I began to learn to Markus and Kyle were recently transformed by the Vincent's pack, as he prefers to call it a while ago. They like me, also recently graduated. "These frat boys surprised me. Their athleticism and discipline was what we want our members to be like. They're still in formation and you too will join them soon so they can show you the ropes. In a few weeks, you'll be where Markus is, slurping the cum out of our next recruit. Kyle, on the other hand, though he loves to rim, still has to learn how to take a fist. But for now, we'll see how his skills in giving fist is." Both of them were still silent and that's when I also found out that in the first few weeks of being part of the pack, silence and obedience were expected. They will start as slaves and end as Masters, similar to the rest of the men who were here now. How long the process was is something I couldn't care less. I can be a bitch for all they want and be a master when needed. "We all started somewhere boy, even me." Master Pierre grinned as he looked at Master Vincent. "Yep, your Master here, Pierre, was after all my first, and I'm proud to see how his journey has been." As I listen to all this, Markus never once took a breather and Kyle was still shotgunning me. The only words he said were, "Again." I was still elevated, keen to take more and satisfy these men, to prove myself worthy of being where Markus and Kyle stood because I know I was more capable than them. These were average closeted Frat boys who played sports to project their internal homophobia that has now manifested into the pigs they are. Me, I knew I desired this before I met Master Pierre. It was just never awoken til now. "Let's change position now, shall we?" I got hoisted from the ground by Markus and Kyle, ropes still attached to my limbs and put on a bench that Randy carried in. From feeling full, I now felt empty. Markus sure did a good job. Kyle began to move toward my back, locking my limbs to the bench and massaging my ass. The same jar + CUM + jar was brought out again and Kyle began to fist me. This felt better than the first time, I was appreciating his arm in me now. With the T, it woke every nerve in my hole to enjoy every stretch Kyle gave. Markus returned to Master Vincent's side, giving him some of the Markus's seed, lapping his lips and giving a smooch. The leash was attached again. Getting fisted felt like a break after being fucked by those 2 men. I had never gotten fucked like that in my life. They were different, they were better. It was as if there was some kind of passion in it when all inhibitions are let go. At that point, I didn't think that I could do regular sex with guys my age anymore. I was slowly turning to enjoy my role to serve and be a hole. Moans and groans after, Kyle popped his hand and one of the men exclaimed "Wow Kyle, you've gone so far than your first day." I couldn't detect who it was as it was behind me, but I heard the footsteps approached and I see a ginger haired men, probably around Mikael's age, but younger, looking down at me. "You know, unlike Kyle here, you fit in easily. It took a while for a champ like him to fully accept his desires but you boy, it's as if it's fate. Let's get you to the bench now. And Kyle, don't forget his hit." Kyle did not say anything but reached to the torch to light another bowl for me and next thing I know, my legs were wide apart, with my arms attached on to the sling that Master Pierre pulled out from the ceiling.

Monday By 7, I was up and still felt the buzz from last night. Sir put me in a cage that was by the kitchen, with a bowl of water on the outside. It surprisingly fit me, and I could still turn on the leather mattress it included. I laid like a dog, as Sir wanted me to be, with a tail plugged. The studded collar too remained on me and I stopped to notice the constraint it had on my neck. I could still see from across the room that the TV was still playing Sir’s previous films. If I had to guess, the recordings probably lasted more than a 100 hours given the guys Sir had. For almost 2 decades Sir has been running his brotherhood, and though about 7 were at this chalet, the total members that Sir recruited was probably around 30 given that he had took a sojourn in Sitges one summer, recruiting a range of Spanish, French and German men that were now in charge of their own fraternity in their respective countries. Sir was also keen on spending his winters in Florida, holding on to his timeshare in Fort Lauderdale. From what I gather, Sir made a fortune shorting during the dotcom bubble and he now lives off those cryptocurrency fads that I never really understood. Sir also prefers to use cash, avoiding as much paper trails as he could. He lived incognito and I could see why. The activities we were participating were deviant in its definition and required secrecy to ensure its mission. After all, not everyone could tell if one’s poz, even if they have a biohazzard tattoo. Scorpions might just mean they’re scorpios. In this world that Sir was bringing me into, symbols reigned free and Sir had established a way for those in the brotherhood to recognize each other. Rituals had to be conducted and an air of mysticism made brotherhood alluring. At around 8.45, I could hear the sound of vehicles being parked outside. Sir walked in the kitchen, opened the cage door and pulled me by the leash, making me crawl to the basement. Below, the room was clearly a playroom that included all kinds of paraphernalia catered for men that fuck men. “Redecorated a bit to welcome you onboard, boy.” Sir said as I looked at him from the ground. I was right. A fuck bench was placed in the middle of the room, with hooks that would be clamped to my limbs. Directly behind the bench was an X cross. The bench had a headrest that would make its user then face a blank wall. “Up you go, boy.” Trying to get up was a bit difficult for I was not used to moving after being constrained in the cage. I had a bit of a vertigo and struggled to get on. I can tell that Sir had a short temper with little patience. Though he was bony, he was still muscular and pulled my leash, grabbing me by the harness to put me into place. “Don’t pass out on me now, we haven’t started yet, and my friends or brothers just arrive. You need to relight a bit, don’t ya?” I could only nod and after having my limbs hooked, Sir attached a gas mask connected to a glass bong. I had about 5 hits before Sir made me bite on a ball gag to silence me. “Relax now, and don’t fuck up. I know you’ll be able to handle this, boy.” With the gag keeping my mouth agape, Sir force fed me some G and kissed my forehead, chanting something. “This will all be worth it, Bryan. Trust me. Trust us.” I could only manage to give Sir a look of anticipation and excitement, slowly tearing up and nodding. I was still able to continue I told myself, and was I right. The lights were now dimmed and after a moment of complete darkness, a projector was turned on to the wall I was now facing. I was now grateful for Sir since I could watch more of Sir’s films to distract myself and ease the pain I was about to go through. I then heard steps from the back, coming through the stairs. I couldn’t tell how many there were but from the rubs and gropes of hand I felt, it was probably 6 at max. I couldn’t also see them as my head was locked to face the screen. The projector started to then show a montage of scenes that Sir was in with the different men he had been with. As I watched, the high I felt began to take over me and I was still being fondled by the group of men. It came to a stop when Sir came up to me and began speaking. “Hello everyone. Thank you for coming on such short notice. I know during this time, it was difficult for some of you to make your way here, thinking of an excuse that was ‘essential’ but you all are essential to what we will do today. Each of you. Feel free to now take your position and make yourself comfortable.” Sir was speaking in front of the projector, images of cocks and men fucking covering him, and I heard stools being dragged. “Let’s make it to a semi circle so that everyone of you gets an equal view of our boy this morning.” I still couldn’t see any of them but I can tell that I was being watched. “Shall we introduce ourselves?” I was still, fixated on Sir and watching the screen, hoping that the first guy that was going at me was as sexy as Sir was. So far, I’ve seen only 2 or 3 guys that Sir has fucked from the films. Maybe one of them were here? The first man that came up was wearing a hood. Maybe everyone was wearing one? He was probably 6’2 at least. He stood next to Sir whose arm was now grabbing on to his waist. “The lucky brother who gets to commence today’s initiation is our favorite jock who joined us 2 years ago, Javier. Show youself, Javier.” Javier took off his robed hood and started to make out with Sir. He also took out a pipe and had Sir lighted it, shotgunning each other for a good 3 minutes. The audience were then tapping their lap rather than clapping. Javier resembled a modern Hercules in his physique. With a black skin tight tank top and a jock, there was minimal body fat on him. Pure defined muscles everywhere. His torso was shaped like a diamond and his chest hair was smooth. He spotted a lip piercing with fresh stubble surrounding his face. “Nice find, Sir…I’m impressed at your resilience..even during this time, you’re still going strong I see, finding new members.” Javier now approached me and examined my body. Feeling my skin and pinching me. My pits were sweating and I felt his fingers sliding across them from both sides, sniffing it and giving it a lick before making me sniff it too. “Great musk too. So fresh. He hasn’t gotten any loads yet?” “Not at all Jav. That’s why you all are here. Starts with you and ends with me. Sorry fellas, he won the draw!” I heard giggles and silent grunts coming from behind. I still couldn’t tell how many people there were. “So smooth and young. Reminds me of myself when I first met you. I can sense this boy hasn’t experience much, right?” Javier was now looking down on me, eyes pierced with pupils diluted. We were both spun. I only nodded. “Poor boy can’t talk. Shall I take this thing off?” “Do whatever you please Javier. But don’t take too long. We have about 9 more brothers in line for this boy to meet. And less than 6 hours left.” Shit was allI I could think of and despite the fear that was beginning to feel, I was also excited and ready to be bred by everyone in the room. Sir’s load was the prize for taking the next 9 guys. Javier took off the gag and a generous amount of saliva leaked from my mouth. Javier took a hit and immediately blowed it into me, sending me on another rush. He came behind me gave my back a hard slap with his palms. I then felt his nails carving through me, slowly scratching from my neck to my ass, making me release a series of moans. Javier told me to stay still. With his palms now on my ass, I could feel it being spread slowly. I felt my sphincter blooming from the way his hands were kneading my cheeks. Slowly, he was biting them and licking around my hole, never fully reaching it. I was starting to beg him to fill me. “You’re in no position to demand anything, boy.” Sir began to warned. The gag was then put back again. Javier thanked Sir and told me to not worry. It’s coming soon. He continued to toy with my ass for a good 10 minutes. His stubble rubbing on my ass only made me weaker. Without any warning, he immediately dived into my hole, rimming my hole with no mercy. “Let’s spice things up, now. Pass me some of that Sir. This tastes shit but I don’t care, you’re going to love it.” Amazingly, Javier put shards of T on his tongue and probed it into me, brushing my insides with a form of burn that ignited a need in my hole for cocks and anything resembling it. My eyes were widening more and Sir reward me with some poppers to ease myself. After Javier had enough of savouring my ass, he started to rub his cock on my hole, teasing it. I felt what it seems like a jacobs ladder on Javier, as metal beads were now moving against my hole. Javier sprinkled more T on his cock before jamming it into me without any warning. Javier was breathing heavily, and holding me with great precision even though I was startled from his entrance. His strokes were deep and I was enjoying every movement he made. It was after all the first cock I’ve had in me since this whole lockdown started. The T merely activated the primal instinct in me to get as much cock as I could and need. “Oh what a tight hole you have. Are you sure you started to crack him open since yesterday, Jérome?” Javier asked while pile driving me. They were being casual now. Clearly Javier is surprised with me. “This boy’s different, Jav. Tight as it gets. He might be one of my best boys yet.” Javier never broke his pace. High as he was, he truly displayed his athletic ability on me. Bullets of sweat poured on me, and the only thing I did was groan in my pleasure while I surrender myself to this man who would’ve probably bullied me in gym class. It must have been about 20 minutes that Javier was in me, pushing himself in different angles for the next guy to better accommodate. His cock was long at about 8 inches and he had a decent girth, but I could tell I was not fully stretched yet. “I’m close, boy. Ready for your first load? First of many more that will taint you for life? Ready to be apart of this?” “Fuck yes, don’t stop please.” “Such a fucking tight hole you got. Your ass lips can’t get enough of this dick. Fuck yeah. I’m almost there. Going to breed you so good. Look at how proud Sir is.” “Fucking breed him Jav. Go on!” Just like that, Javier clamped himself on me and the tremors I felt from him made my hole squeeze his cock tighter, releasing more moans and squirts from him. “Jesus Christ, boy. Thank you” Javier moaned more and had his head on my back, whispering how fucking good it was to finally come in a neg boy. He lingered his tongue on my ears and breathed into me, before relieving himself with his warm piss. The sweat we produced was tremendous. I was soaked. A plug was then inserted into my hole and Javier declared that it’s time to let the pig brew for a while. The time was now 10.40. Sir came up to me with a look pride, congratulating me for taking my first load. The bench I was then on was turned to face the other side, revealing the rest of the men who were going to breed me. Each of them exceeded my expectations.. everyone was younger than Sir but older than me, probably now reaching their 30s. Young, fit with ranges of hair around donning the same robe and hood. My hole started to quiver with the plug, causing it to expel, a mixture of cum and piss gushing out of my hole. The men now started cheering and I could tell Sir was impressed. “Never has that happened before...” I could only look at each of the men as I panted, now feeling empty with an animalistic look that demanded their seed in me. “Fuck, put it back, fill me with something please.” I begged. One of the men then stood up, with a string of anal beads in his hand. Hood off, he had a pony tail blonde hair, with his torso covered in tattoos. He was wearing chaps and began to approach me. “Now now, boy. Be patient. My name’s Kris. You’re not even halfway yet.” He had a thick scandinavian accent, and resembled a viking. His navel had the common biohazard symbol but his chest were both scorpions pointing downwards. The rest of his body had figures of Norse gods and though he was tall and slender, his cock was bigger than Javier’s. It was also thick as a beer can. Kris came behind me and was gentle with me. “We begin with the first one, not too big.” The first bead intruded me with a force that caused my sphincter to open wider than it could. The lube that was used, mixed with T had left little scratches but I could feel that I was bleeding in some way. After a moment of groan, I felt a pop and a wave of relief from being stretched. I successfully held the first bead, feeling my hole pulling the second into me. “Excellent. 5 more now. Breathe in and out, slowly..” Sir gave me more hits of poppers while I watch the men around me stroke themselves. Javier was now seating, with someone on his lap, caressing each other as they smoke. I was now ready for the rest of the beads in Kris’ hands after watching Javier. I felt a bit jealous in some way because I wanted to be on his lap. Javier could tell as our eyes were locked the entire time the beads were entering into me. With the whole string now in me, Kris stood and exclaimed how good I was doing. “You are performing very well for us. Let the beads open you boy. Then you are ready for this poison dick.” I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take Kris’ cock. The beads in me were full as it is and I all I could do was to enjoy every second of having it in me, knowing that it’s going to leave me soon. “Time’s up boy.. I think we’ve opened you up a bit more.. let’s see how tight that hole is..” Kris pulled the string and I the first bead to leave took a good amount of strength as Kris was using both his hands. “Wow, boy, your hole really is tight.” I was only able to moan in ecstasy as each of the beads popped off, letting out little screams of relief from the fullness I felt. I was now hollow, ready for Kris.

A wooden paddle slammed against my buttocks. Again, Sir said. The force of the paddle was excruciating. I was suspended in the sling, tied to all kinds of knots wearing a mask that only revealed my eyes and mouth. The mesh covering my nostrils made it difficult for the poppers to work effectively. Sir was now spanking me with different sizes of paddles. Floggers were also tested on my body, with my pain threshold being observed from the screams I let out. The sound from the whip sliced the air and landed on my torso, making me jolt in every direction, begging Sir to continue. "If this is what daddy wants, then don't stop please." "Good boy, good boy." Sir was now brushing my chest with the whip....giving a final strike before placing his palms on my shoulder. I could then feel Sir's hands slowly slide to my thighs and then legs, probing again my hole... This felt familiar and Sir began telling me that he's going to break me slowly as he hasn't fisted me yet.. "Let's start again with the toys, shall we? No. 4 is it?" Unlike the earlier session, Sir did not warn me of his intrusion. The mighty dildo was immediately shoved into me, making me spasm in trying to lock my legs, rendering it futile as the 4th toy was stroking in and out of me. Sharp pain in the beginning slowly turned to blissful. In and out again, loosening my hole once more. I never realized how tight I was as it took myself another time to adjust my hole to the tools Sir was introducing to. The sharpness and the enlargement of my insides were felt again, as if the first time. The pause we had probably resealed my gut. I didn't mind as Sir slowly fed me some smoke when he came up to kiss me, telling me how good I was doing. "You're not even close to what I have in store for you. I'm still loosening you up, Bryan." He was right. For the past 10 hours, it was my hole that was being worked on with numerous scars and cuts being inflicted upon me. Sir's fist wasn't even in me yet and at this point, I was still not sated. It felt as if every time pain was inflicted on me, as Sir increased his intensity and right before the plateau, Sir relieves me with indescribable pleasure. I would be deprived of the T and then fed at intervals to put me on the edge. By 11 PM, my confidence in Sir rekindled as I now saw Sir dipping his right hand into a jar. With his left hand, he garnished his marbled hand with some T dust and held my neck in a light choke hold while slowly penetrating the fist into me. Pure bliss was what I felt. Finally. Sir's fist in me while I was experiencing peak T. The burn from the shards made my hole engulf Sir's fist even more, making Sir smirk as he felt my hole contracting around his hands, kneading my inner with care. "Esti, your have one of the tightest ass I've seen." Sir giggled and pushed deeper into me and I never felt fuller. He continuously rammed his arm in and out of me while taking the T hits, shotgunning me in between. "You can never get enough of this, slut, I promise you won't. We're not even done with Day 1 yet, and I can't wait for you to meet the rest of my pals that will become your new family." Moaning was my new language and I was only capable of nodding and agreeing to whatever Sir said. I ask if Sir and his friends will take care of me properly. "Yes, boy, don't you worry. We share our resources and always make sure that no one's left out. I can't wait for you to meet Daniel, that boy who got his brains fucked out. He'll teach you how to embrace your inner slut." I then ask if Sir is proud of me and his boys. "Always, boy, always. The first sight of a boy daddy likes, daddy knows he's going to make me proud. And you, Bryan, son, you might be in the hall of fame given how much we've progressed." Sir's arm was still going in and out of me, this time at a slower pace, ensuring that I feel every movement that Sir could give. "Now, boy, I got to take a piss now so let me insert something in you" Sir then started to piss in me through the tunnel and I began to feel my a heightened sense of rush, absorbing a new wave of T that was now metabolizing in a different way. I truly wished that I could never let the sensation fade away. Sir has truly opened my horizons and is slowly changing me into the true homosexual deviant that I am, ready to serve and obey men like Sir. Slowly I felt full from the piss that Sir gave me and I was also fortunate to see Sir's smile as he finished relieving himself, rubbing my face with his palm and pecking me, telling me what a good boy I am. He then instructed me to hold it in as he untied the ropes and knots that I had been attached to for the past 4 hours. With every knot being released, I tried to maintain my stillness to avoid any leak from my hole but the tunnel was tricky. Sir stared at it and pulled it without giving a second thought, replacing it with a steel butt plug instead, allowing a few seconds of his piss to leak out of me. "It's not your fault boy, just my own little adjustment. Hold it in now." I nodded and let myself seat on the couch that was now covered in vinyl to make cleaning easier. I continued to watch the TV above the fireplace as Sir told me that it's time for me to recover before the other members arrive. I couldn't contain my excitement so I tried to quickly skip through the videos that Sir made to know who's who. Most of these men were younger than 30, probably still in school or are professionals. Majority were submissive bottoms and only 2 were verses out of the total 7 guys that had became brothers. I wonder, how did Sir started this group..? "May I ask something, daddy?" "Bien sûr, fiston." "How did this start? It doesn't have to be a long explanation but maybe a resume?" "Hmm I prefer we do make the most out of recovery time by not interacting but I will give you a brief recollection of events that lead to the purpose of The Chalet. I will say this once and I will not entertain any additional question. You see my fiston, the first boy that carried my strain was a young man around your age, Mark, who grew up in Quebec City and barely had any experience with the kinks I have. We met at a bar, when these online crap didn't exist yet and formed a father and son like relationship. I was 35, he was 24. He was in his final year of university and decided that he wanted to finally lose his virginity. Up until then, I acted as a mentor to Mark, advising him on who to date and what to do. It came to a surprise to me that even though Mark had cruised and did some hanky panky with some guys during his jeunesse, he had never had a cock in his ass. He begged me to do it because he trusted me but I told him I only do bare and he was well aware of my status. I protested at the first few times he suggested, even if he didn't mind it bare because I couldn't sentence him to what I have. PreP was not accessible at all during that time. Now, Mark knew of my partying habits and he only did poppers but Mark knew that if he wants something, he has to earn it through means that might go against his own principles. One Friday night, as I got home, I walked up to the main door unlocked. I slowly glided through the house and there was a trail of candles leading to my bedroom. As I entered, acid techno that reminded me of my Berlin days were being played and on my bed, I see Mark, blindfolded, in a leather jockstrap with leatherboots, displaying his ass that had a plug in it. On his right hand, a tube that was connected to a glass pipe of T. Mark really was committed. I could have stopped myself and told Mark to get off from my bed but the sheer exhaustion from work on that particular day made me unbutton my shirt and my pants. I layered his blindfold with my tie to ensure that there was total darkness. I slowly massaged and knead his body, touching it for the first time. How pure it felt. I then placed my mouth on his as he finished a hit, inhaling it and I broke the silence... Why do you want this Mark? "Because you're my daddy, Jérome. And you're going to give me your strain to ensure that we've something to cherish. Breed me and let me be positive with your DNA in me. You have treated me like a son and I think it's best that we make sure that a legacy is kept. Please, Jérome." I could tell he was tweaking hard. How did he manage to even score T? It was exceptionally good, dare I say better than my usual stash. I hesitated now as I know that technically, it's what Mark wanted but is it right for me to change his life for good? If he is willing then nothing wrong was done, I thought. "So you like T now huh? How long have you been smoking?" "Since this morning. Setting myself up on your bed was something spontaneous. You did tell me where the spare keys were. Come on, Jérome. It's time. Don't you want to breed a virgin with your load? Pure biology, Jérome." I forgot to mention that Mark's major was in biochemistry, which now explains his fascination and nonchalant attitude to HIV. It was all analytical to him. Most things were. It's one of the reasons why I truly love Mark and why we have this bond. I was still standing in front of Mark's beautiful bubble butt ass, caressing it with my fingers, hearing him prrr and inhaling the pipe. I smoked more and began innovate on what Mark had said earlier. "Let's start a family, boy." I started to spit onto his ass crack and finger it, circling and inserting my fingers "What do you mean, daddy?" Mark released a gasp as I started to push and pull 3 fingers into him. "A brotherhood, you might say. Men of your kind, carrying my seed and strain. To have a legacy guarded by fine men that we select. You know how potent my seed is" "Yes, daddy. I agree. And these members, what will their purpose be?" "The mission that they are obligated to do as a member of the brotherhood is to scout for potential carriers. Men who fit a certain criteria. Like you, Mark, smart, young, and gorgeous body. So pure yet you're going to be carrying something so dangerous that the polarity of it all only makes others question themselves more, killing the stigma that this virus has on us." "So we're going to really start a family, daddy? And you're going to breed me with your seed? No turning back?" This is when I learnt to often say "No turning back", from Mark. Because with him, there really was no turning back. My confidence is partly shaped by his constant reassurance. He made me feel as if I was a figure to look up to. And at that point, I realized that a part of me will now be embedded into future men and brothers, mutating the strain I have as Mark explained, while increasing its potency. The fact that I did not have any signs of shedding or symptoms showed how stealthy my load was. These men will know their purpose and embrace their inner desire. Pure lust is the objective I find in the brotherhood I've created. For the past 15 years, I have to admit that I am quite proud of the brotherhood Mark and I created. 12 men and counting. Bryan, you're Lucky No. 13. Anyway, the moment Mark asked that there's no turning back, bare naked I was, and with one single stroke that made my shaft harden, I plunged into Mark's hole, deflowering him with not a drop of lube. Only the sweat that our skin produced, which was sufficient given how soaked we were from smoking the T. Moans of pleasure came out of Mark. I have never heard him sound this satiated. It was pure animal instinct at this point. His ass gyrated on my shaft smoothly, and I started to throw in some shards of T to enhance our fuck. Mark was now in overdrive as I could tell his eyes were now wider than before. I flipped him over and took of his blindfold to appreciate his beauty, pecking him in between, telling him how it's going to be okay. "I'm so lucky that you're my first fuck, Jérome." Mark let out. He was repeating how grateful he was to have a daddy like me and that I was fulfilling every desires he had. "No regrets in smoking the T, daddy. Look what you've earned. A willing virgin with a tight ass who was always right infront of you. And now he's all yours, free for you to load as much as you want" Mark was now very erotic with his words, making me develop a deeper sort of feeling I previously had for him. I think at this point, when I was ready to climax, did our bond was fully established. "Mark, I didn't expect this to happen and I know everything's going to be okay. I want you to know that I'm going to take care of you, son. When you convert and carry my load, I'll be there every step of the way and this family we're going to build, it's going to happen. Okay, boy?" "Okay, daddy, don't stop fucking I can feel your precum in me now. Come in me please, breed my virgin hole" I looked over and saw that my dick was now covered in a gush of blood and precum. It's inevitable that Mark will convert tonight. Mark's arm was now locked onto my back, holding my shoulder as I was now fucking him missionary, locking eyes and never losing any focus. His twink body suited my frame, ergonomically speaking as there was little fatigue from the both of us. At that moment, we were fully soaked in our sweat and the high barely diminished. Even with the amount of T I was on, I could feel my climax building. Thinking of Mark, his words and our plans had unleashed a dream that I can now realize. Only when I ejaculate into this boy would that dream begin to form. I was still looking at Mark, seeing him moan with eyes closed, enjoying every stroke I gave. My climax was now increasing, picking up the pace I could feel the blood rushing into my shaft, enabling my cum to travel through my urethra. Finally, I hit the point of no return and my nose was now running. I was still moving myself into Mark before I hit pause and released a scream of relief from finally ejaculating. Right before it built up, I slowly whispered to Mark that my babies are his and that this strain will be historical. Mark only nodded and begged to be filled. Once I came, I could have sworn that I shot at least 5 ropes of high viral load into Mark, warming his insides and having my swimmers seeping through his cuts in hopes that his conversion would accelerate. I let out a huge sigh and wrestled with Mark, kissing him and telling him how outrageous the idea now was, post-nut. Mark, who hasn't came and chose to remain so, rationalized and told me that the deed is done and that all we have to do is wait. If he converts, then the plan proceeds. "So, I guess it has been quite a success, hasn't it?" I cut Sir for a bit as I started to notice how long his story was when he initially said he had no time. Clearly, Mark left a huge impact on Sir which I can see why and how. The way he cares for you, the way he explains things, if he could do this to me, imagine how he must have treated Mark. It made me dismiss the torture and pain Sir put me through because it was a part of becoming a brother, carrier of Sir's strain. I finally realized my worth in being a part of the brotherhood. "Very much so. Story over. See you in 2 hours, boy." I wonder what happened to Mark. Will he show up later? I tried to find videos of Mark on the TV and there was a folder containing tens of videos. Randomly, I chose the one titled: "Mark leaves a new mark." The film starts off in this very chalet I was in, differently decorated back then. A solid wooden table was in the middle of the room rather than the coffee table. A boy, probably 23 or so in gym clothes walked to the table. Mark appeared from behind, this time packing more muscles and a buzzed cut. He overpowered the other boy and forced his limbs onto the table with a handful of ropes. Mark seemed different than what Sir had told me. He was more mature and had obviously gained experience. He then proceeded to attach a mouth gag on his victim whose name I found out was Joey. Mark spoke; "So Joey, you're here for a reason, right? You want to get bred, right?" "No man, I take it back I don't wanna be sick, not like you" "But you said no loads refused the last time I bred you, what makes it different this time?" "I didn't mean that and dude, one time the risk isn't that high can you let me go now please?" Joey was struggling to get out and I presumed that Joey and Mark were fucking before Joey found out bout Mark's status. "Now Joey, don't take back your words. Let's have a little truth serum, shall we?" Mark took a pipe and lit it to let Joey inhale. Within a few puffs, Joey became quiet and was responding well to Mark's caress. Mark licked his armpit, spit in his mouth and even bit his nipple with no reservation from Joey. Joey only yielded as he let out moans of pleasure. "So now I can breed you again right? You're going to be a part of this brotherhood, right Joey?" "Sure, dude, just fuck me please, are you gonna fuck me? Dude." In an instance, Joey transformed into a dog whose leash is held by Mark. Mark only responded; "I want you to know that is is certain and that everything is recorded. You can't go back from this Joey. But fret not, your safety and health are guaranteed by me and Jérome. Understood?" "Whatever man just fucking breed me please." Mark only realized that the lube Mark had lathered in Joey was laced with T which explains how tweaked he was. With Joey's consent, Mark plowed Joey on the table, moving his hips that outlined his gorgeous ass. I could even catch a few glances of Mark's hole while his death stick was inseminating Joey. Joey was still and could only widen his legs further apart for Mark to fill him up completely. "So the first night I met you, the condom slipped off so I kinda bred you then. Then last week when we were drunk and you said fuck it. Even tho you didn't feel it, I did come in you but not that much and last night? Boy, last night was great. Firs time doing T and now you're an expert. Good job, joey!" Joey could only muster a smile and a nod of yeah dude, fuck yeah while Mark was still ramming him in and out. "Now, I'm going to come soon, and I want to look at you when I do, so you know I bred you and that we're going to bond for life now, okay Joey?" "Yes, dude, whatever you say." "Look at me Joey, don't look away!" Joey starred into Mark's hazel eyes, seeing his pupils expand from the orgasm that he had experienced, filling Joey with a warm sensation that triggered Joey's own climax, hands free. Mark scooped the semen and fed into Joey, sharing a bit as they snowballed into pure lust. "No regrets?" Mark came up to ask "No..not even one." Joey responded. It's astonishing how quick one can change their mind and beliefs. I'm a proof of that. Only 1 more hour left until the guests arrive. I was starting to sober up and I needed to clean myself, especially from all the new cuts and scars that formed. I also wonder what Sir was doing now. Probably setting up the next event for me, assembling a fuck furniture that I would be on, or maybe a cage that I had to be in. These past few days have been thrilling and nothing short of exciting. Alas, I decide to take a bath to recollect myself and brace myself for what's to come.

The chalet had a layout like any other chalet you find, standard floor plan with a living room and 2 bedrooms. However, the decor that it had was fascinating. There were framed black and white photos Jérome fucking, hung on the walls. Different sizes and shots mostly focused on his or the bottom's expression. I got to give credit to the photographer who took the photos as it wasn't purely smut, it was actual erotica. In the hallway leading to the main bedroom, lined a series of portraits of different guys staring blankly, clearly tweaked or on something. Each held a board that resembled a mug shot sign, indicating their name, age and loads taken with the date. I counted 8 photos lining up opposite each other in the hallway. Sir joked that mine would probably be on the door. "It's 1 PM. I'll give you an hour to settle in. Wear anything you want and have a look at the itinerary. Remember, no refusals at all. Any questions?" "What do you prefer I wear, Sir?" I opened my bag and laid down the attire I had. "None of that fruity shit. You want what I want you to wear? Follow me." I followed Sir to the closet door and he took out a chest with a label "Mark Boy #4" on it. "You got a great body, an athletic one, reminds me of a jock I knew." A black football helmet with a biohazard sign on the back was put on me with an elastic jock pulled through my legs. The label on the band said "SLUT" in bold and italic. I could tell it wasn't washed from the crystalized dry cum that scrotum pad had. I then had to put on a pair of white high knees sock with black striped that contained99 followed by a pair of damaged Adidas Stan Smith. A leather shoulder pad was also put on over me that had hooks. I guess it also doubled as a harness. Finally, Sir attached a pair of kneeguard on me. "So that those knees don't fail on ya ;)" "You still have 10 minutes. Make the most of it before we start." I decided to go to the kitchen, opening the case laid on the counter to rejuvenate myself. A bottle of pre-made G at set measurement. A bag of T shards and a clean glass pipe. "Take as much as you need, you'll be begging me for more after this. And only I will control your intake. Except for this though. I'm not that unforgiving" A bottle of poppers tied to an armband was thrown to me. I secured it on my left arm, accessible at any time. I did a few hits of T and swallowed the G, inhibiting myself a bit. "When you're ready, make yourself comfortable in the living room." The clock was 2.55, I assumed that at 3, my breaking will commence. Sir came out of the bedroom, slowly dimming the lights and closing the shutters, making night fall in a split second within these walls. The same techno music started to play. It was soothing, repetitive and had hints of chanting. Very spiritual too. I was laying down on the sofa and stared at the ceiling, appreciating the dark colorful lights coming from the projector and slowly closed my eyes waiting for Sir, or Jérome, I didn't know. The names started to lose meaning and I could tell I was starting to lose myself. "Boy!" I jolted and stood straight on the armchair, now processing what I'm seeing. Sir was standing above of me, holding an hourglass that was on the coffee table while having a hit. "T-Minus 30 seconds, boy, you're going to be transformed soon. " I didn't realise that during my short doze, Sir managed to tie me up and pushed me off the chair, kneeling in front of him. The G was quite something. I was now my knees, trying to maintain my posture when Sir attached his final ornament on me, a collar. While tightening it, he assured me that it wouldn't affect my breathing and that until the collar is off, I am obligated to obey him. As I responded with Yes, Sir, Jérome closed my mouth with his and shotgun a hit, sending me to cloud 9. "As I mentioned, I control your intake tonight." My eyes lit up and I could only respond with nods and agreements to whatever Sir was starting to say, "Your ass is going to get worked by daddy, right son?" "Daddy's going to see how bad you've been, smoking T behind daddy's back, you've been a naughty slut haven't you?" "You going to take daddy's friend's dick? Let them breed you too? More variety in your gut now son?" "Daddy's going to breed you well boy, you're a good sport, I can see that, winning in the field, now you're winning daddy's dick." "You want my poz load in you boy? Daddie's friends poz load too...?" Every taunt that Sir said, I responded in Yes, Sir or Yes, Daddy. "You're going to obey Sir and lisen to Daddy, right Bryan?" That sent me of the edge in trying to tell who's who. He was masterful in his seduction. I just shouted Yes! "Very well, slut." After whispering and taunting me while caressing my head, Sir began to play with my hole. I could feel index finger and the nail, longer than usual, invading me. It was dry at first, but Sir then covered his finger with some shards and coconut oil to make his special lube. The second time his finger was in me, I could only moan in pleasure. I didn't notice that he already had 3 fingers in me, telling me that this feeling isn't going to last forever. "From extreme pleasure to extreme pain, that's how I break you, boy. Cause after this, the only pleasure that you seek and the pain you avoid will come from me." After having my hole inspected and laced with T, Sir took out a pair of clippers and attached it to my nipples, sending me to a series of screams and adjustment. I now understand what Sir is going to do. This isn't just a test to see if I can be a part of Sir's group but also a chance for me to prove to Sir that I deserve to be the one with the portrait hung on the main door. I wailed momentarily and said Thank You Very Much, Sir. With the clips adjusting itself to my nipples, I began to also slowly have a hard on forming. Rarely does this happen to me on T. At first sight, Sir slapped my jock pouch and squeezed it, making me yelp more. It was then flaccid again. I was still stood on the floor, but arched with Sir's hand examining my hole. "Bonne salope." Sir said with both his hands now on my ass. He dived in to tongue my hole and slowly rimmed me, letting the lube leak out of my hole, massaging it and electrifying the nerves around my sphincter. I can't even try to describe or even retell the pleasure I felt. It's as if my hole had a new purpose of being devoured by Sir. Slowly, I was surrendering part of me to Jérome. For around 20 minutes, Sir did not stop and once he was satisfied, he strike a slap on my ass cheek, releasing a moan from me. "Time for pain. Remember, pleasure, and pain boy." A cane was then taken from the ottoman opposite of the coffee table. 3 different lengths, 3 different strengths. The first one was light, the second was relatively painful, and the third one made from rattan and leather left me in tears. Strokes of Sir's hit left symmetrical cut marks on both my ass cheeks. There was only dried blood and Sir didn't stop hitting as he told me to "Not worry, as it'll dry out. Remember, no turning back." Sir made sure that I remember my decision to do this and I had no regrets. The pain evened out the pleasure. I was exploring a side I didn't know I had with Jérome. For the next 3 hours, in the living room, I was disciplined with the cane on the feet, ass and my back. In return, I got rimmed and finally fisted by Sir. After the final hit that left my back in cuts that were now slowly letting out blood, Sir came up to me and told me that my ass is calling his fist. But before answering, he needs to be sure that I can accommodate other things first. From my bag, Sir took out the largest dildo and feigned a laugh. Not big enough. He went to the drawer and pulled out a row of his collection, made from polished stainless steel. Built to withstand any ass muscle. The first dildo he inserted felt like it weight more than a pound, cooling my insides as the heat from my body acclimatize to the toy. Sir pulled in and out, easing my ass clenching to it. The second dildo Sir used had a bigger girth and I could now feel my hole dilating. I started to moan and begged Sir to go further. "Yes, son, that's the way, let's stretch out your hole now, daddy's here." Jérome alternating between Sir and Daddy had catalyzed this strong feeling and attraction I had toward him. It's not just the repressed daddy issues that was now beginning to manifest, it was also the submissive nature I take pleasure in. I knew that despite everything that Jérome will do to me for the next couple of days, I will accept it with grace. Anything. I am now his, I thought, with the 2nd toy's base finally being enclosed by my sphincter. "Goood boy!" The dildo was then pulled with great force that I yelp out another series of pain and moan that could be either pain or pleasure. I knew that I was learning and most of all, obeying what Sir Jérome, or Daddy, or Master tells me to do. The third toy was now larger, with a bigger girth and resembled two attached dildos, as if used for double penetration. I thought receiving it wouldn't be as hard but because my sphincter was already torn, I still had to endure the gap between the two shaft had in me. I was now moaning and panting, something Sir took pleasure in witnessing. "There boy, toy no. 3 makes it feel as if you're getting 2 dicks. By Thursday, you'll be getting 3 inside you. Real ones. I'm also getting you ready for more." I continued to moan and thank Jérome, letting out a request this time to get a hit, seeing that the pain was overtaking the pleasure. "Ah ah boy, not until I say so. You gotta earn your hit." With that, he stroked the double dildo into me and slapped my ass hard. This time, he was wearing a leather glove. I wasn't sure how long the pain lasted but I did remember suddenly having my attachments loosen up and being laid on the sofa. Panting, Jérome gave me some water that he was drinking and passed me a pipe to do my first hit in 2 hours. The wave is back I thought and I was now adjusting myself on the sofa. Still in the sports gear, I can't believe how far my ass was worked by Jérome. The TV above the fireplace was then turned on and I watched a recording of myself. It seemed as if there were cameras placed at the corner of the ceiling and by the window, difficult to see from the regular eye but hidden in certain ornaments and decorations that were strategically placed to give a camera view that would rival most studios. Before I was done with my 3 hit, Sir attached a gag ball with a hole and jammed his flaccid dick into me, letting me savor his shaft for the first time. Salty from the sweat and humidity we were in, mixed with a taste of G that he probably rinsed with. Sir held my head in a still position and began to relief himself, letting his piss flow in my throat as I mindlessly gulped. The taste at first was strong and pungent but then I got used to it. My heart began to pound even more and I could tell that the chems that Sir had were now being metabolized by me. In a way, what we were doing wasn't short of sustainable. I was still in control as Sir assured me that the previous boys he had were already shivering. Sir took off the gag and held my head, pecking me softly and kissing me, tasting the piss stains from my lips and cheeks, spitting back into me and finally pulling the nipple clamps off. I could only screech in relief. "We're now going to take a little break cause it's almost night time. Well actual night time I mean." 7 PM. How time flies. 12 hours ago, I was getting ready for something I didn't have any idea on. 6 hours ago, I had my hole fingered and now, a few minutes ago, I had drank someone's piss for the first time. I can slowly feel myself breaking my old shell, satisfied at my decisions and having zero regrets. I collected myself on the sofa and took the envelope with the itinerary. Sunday 2 PM - 7 PM - Introduction / Hole Play 7 PM - 8:30 PM - Intermission 8:30 PM - 2:30 AM - Sling, Bondage & Whips Monday 2:30 AM - 6:30 AM - Recovery 9:00 AM - 3:00 PM - Introduction to Members The description was vague and kinda useless as I didn't know what was going to happen exactly. When will Sir fuck me? When will I get bred? These were my current desires that I had to immediately obtain. I guess making me anticipate would only intensify the accomplishment I'll get. Perhaps I will be rewarded with a fuck. Or maybe I will be humiliated more, suffering from more forms of torture that Sir wants. In the heat of uncertainty, I was still horny and most of all feeling great with the substances that Sir fed me. To keep my hole clean and proper, I wasn't allowed to eat but only consume liquid. Thankfully, there was no urge to do a no. 2 as Sir was also keen on douching me regularly during our time. The clock hit 8 PM and I was still seated in front of the fireplace, observing the way I was getting my hole worked. I took mental notes on how to gyrate myself better, making it easier for Sir to reach me and feel me. It was enlightening to watch myself in this way. Sir passed by me and then switch the video, showing me the previous boy he had. Apparently, it was his final night, after being confirmed to be a part of the group. It was a short clip, probably 3 minutes max, of a boy, probably early 20s, latino with a nice bubble butt, bouncing on two old guys dick. Moans of pleasure and yeah's by men surrounding him encouraged him to fuck himself on the two guys, with Sir finally asking the boy whether He's grateful to be a part of the brotherhood, aiming to foster its growth and longevity of his strain. The boy, fixated on Sir while moving his hips up and down, responded I'm fucking grateful to be the latest member of the brotherhood and that I will fulfill its mission when it is finally sealed. The next cut of the video showed the boy, now in clothes, opening an envelope, and then showing the letter to the camera, with his results being positive. The video ends with Sir holding up his chin, congratulating and telling him, "Bienvenue dans la fraternité, Daniel." Daniel could only smile as he picked up a board detailing his name, Daniel Hernandez, age, 23, and date of membership, 13 July 2019. This is when his portrait is taken, first upper torso, then side profile with his clothes off. His body had a narrow scorpion tattoo now on the neck, with the tail trailing from the navel. The boy looked completely fucked, with a buzzcut and defined eyebrows but satisfied. I could envision me in the same position soon. Maybe a biohazard tattoo behind my neck like some guys have. Or on my chest, with both my nipples pierced. "Intermission's over, boy. Like what you saw?" Sir came back with ropes and locks of chains in his hand. Not only did I like what I saw, I envied it. I wanted to be better than Daniel and make Jérome take a fat drag after he's done with me. "Where is Daniel now?" "Ottawa. Not that far. He stung 2 guys, both willingly, both in university. Not far from your likes, I suppose. He was a good fuck. A bit loud though. I guess you're better in that aspect..." Sir now laid down the ropes on the table and slowly made me wear ankle and armbands with hooks. "It's time for us to head to the bedroom now, no sleep of course." My outfit this time changed, and rather than the jock theme earlier, it was now more leather. A leather jock, boots, harness and mask with only a mouth hole were what I had to change into. I was a bit relief that the stench of Sir's piss was no longer a problem. Without any sight, I was guided into the room and holstered on to what I suppose was a sling. The eyezip of the mask was then opened and I could see myself hung beneath a platform mirror. The bedroom had mirrors on each side of the walls in addition to the ceiling, with porcelain tiles arranged in a circular manner, making the person on the sling its centerpiece. Sir had lit up candles and I was leaning on to the possibility that things are starting to get sensual. But I stand corrected as Sir now started to tie my limbs tightly and with no mercy, making me screech again while I try to figure out what was going to happen to me. Since I was still wearing the mask, Sir had also manage to put a sort of oxygen mask on me that was attached to a glass bong, lighting it up as I respired. Once again, I felt the hit and became defenseless to what Sir is about to do to me...

It was difficult for me to plan anything during the holidays. Any idea of me going back home to see my parents or friends out of state was a no-no. I was already interning from home & any possibility of me having to quarantine in order to travel would be unlikely. The city was still in semi lockdown and most bars and restaurants had a capacity limit. I was always on bbrt, finding for an easy lay or a quick pump and dump. Most of the guys I find would always be on PrEP or Undetectable. Most were also very vanilla with little kinks and the ones who party seem to tweak too much for my liking. I was also into old guys, guys who were real and not superficial. Who knew how to fuck like animals. Who had a few limits in fucking. Long sessions too. I was pretty choosy but I couldn't help it, I was a 27 y/o Asian Masters student who had a great ass and a sculpted body. TA allowance covered my gym and I made no waste in making sure I was fuckable. Another part of the allowance however, let me enjoy my vices that I call Tina. Perhaps every 2 or 3 months I would go on an adventure, smoking a rock and spend the night wanking or finding a quick fuck in the bathhouses. Usually it's just the pump and dump. Very rarely do I get to be a cumdump. Plus, with the pandemic in the background, I doubt there were that many guys that were fond of getting raunchy. During the peak of the pandemic, at the start of summer, I was refreshing my BBRT profile and received a new message. It was from a MrLoup68. His profile photo showed a man of 6'0 with defined abs but was very thin. His biceps protruded from his arms and his shoulder bone was defined. Still very hot. He was wearing a pair of leather chaps and a necklace that had a biohazard amulet. He was also clean shaven and had a goatee. In the photo, he was winking. First Message: Nice profile. What are you into? I ignored as I couldn't believe how lucky I was getting. Second Message: Photos Unlocked! I opened his profile and there were about 8 locked photos of him in different sex positions, all him topping different guys. Missionary, doggy, outdoor. All the guys he was fucking had an expression of ecstasy. For a while, I felt like I wanted to be in that gallery. There were also photos of him stroking his cock, about 7 inch with a PA attached. I was hard looking at it. I unlocked my photo and replied to his first message: Bryan94: Nothing serious. Sometimes quick fun, sometimes longer session. Depending on who I'm with. You party? It was something I'd always ask. Party. If they don't, then I don't have that much expectations. If they do, you don't know what you're getting into, especially with how crazy some of them can get when they're tweaked up. For some reason, given his age and I guess assumed experience, I didn't have to worry that much. MrLoup68: How long? I have a chalet out of town. Party supply included. T, G, MDMA, you tell me. I don't have much time to talk. Knowing that my finals were done and that I have 3 weeks before summer class starts, I immediately replied Bryan94: Free for a week starting from today. How far are you? Are you legit? I'm Bryan. MrLoup68: About 40 mins outside of Montreal. I can pick you up. Video call me 514-***-*** - Jérome I stared at the message for a while, contemplating on what I was about to do. If I don't do this, then I'm probably going to waste my time rewatching Netflix or wank to those porn playlists I've had bookmarked. I had no responsibilities so why shouldn't I take the opportunity? I closed my laptop and decided to go to bed. Jérome's message was sent at 10:34 PM and for 4 hours his numbers were dancing on my mind. A few minutes before 2 AM, in my bed with little eye shut, I took off my clothes, wore my jock and turned on the lamp. I decided to call him. If he doesn't answer, it's a sign I should call it off. Within 3 Rings, he answered, panting while stroking his dick, attaching his phone to a better angle. "That took a while, hein?" Jérome was now looking at me while toying his dick, like a joystick. It was enormous. "Don't worry, I'm just edging, saving for the right boy that's coming up to my chalet. Have you given a thought yet?" "Hey, yeah, wow, you're hot, haha damn I don't know...can I trust you?" Jérome then gave his dick a slow stroke and picked up his phone, now focusing on me. "What's the worst thing that could happen, boy? You like long sessions and some partying, I've the resources and the time. Or are you just the kind of coy choosy Asian that walks out from these situations, never daring to take risks." His racism was subtle, but excused because he was right. I don't take that much risks given the career path I've chosen and it is deeply ingrained in the culture I grew up with that being risk averse was looked upon, with little dissent. I was a quiet boy, never revealing much about myself. Even if my sexuality is known, not many people would refer to me as that gay guy, I was coincidentally the gay guy they knew. Though I am grateful for how I've hidden myself, keeping my drug habit a secret and my desires on the low. It seems like for Jérome, I was just another guy he could screw around with. I took it as a challenge to see him instead, proving him wrong and giving myself a bit of dignity to actually take some form of risk. "What do you mean? I just started talking to you. You're right, everything checks out fine. I'm interested to see this chalet of yours. Let's do it. I'm game. When do you wanna meet?" "We can leave tomorrow morning, reach in the afternoon and get ready for the night. One week with you and I'll change your life. When I pick you up tomorrow, I will tell you the rules and the limits of what we'll do so we're both clear on what we want. You want that reassurance, right?" "Yes, I do." I smiled looking at him. "Good. I'm not into violating anyone, just putting them in their right place so if you do not agree with any of the points I bring up tomorrow, I can drop you off at the village's bus station to head back to the city. No questions ask, 100% respect." "Alright. Here's my address. See you tomorrow." "Good, slut." He hung up and I started to light a bowl. I'm going to get ready early to not back down last minute. I shaved my arms and my legs, packed the best jocks I had and also took some butt plugs I had collected. This was going to be a long session I thought, so the beads were also in the travel bag. I sat in my living room watching porn while fantasizing what I was going to experience while I waited for Jérome. I was tweaked and weak for any form of attention a man would give. The sun's ray started to slit through the blinds and I realized that Jérome was going to come soon. By 10 AM, I saw a black silverado pulling up, windows tinted. I walked up, gaining the courage from the rocks I've been smoking and opened the door, facing one of the hottest man I've seen. Everything I wished how a matured man I wanted would look, Jérome had it. Though his body pic looked toned and skinny, his face was sharp and his eyes were hazel. His eyebrows arched in a way that was compelling you to make eye contact with him. Nose sharp and ears were pierced on the right side only. His goatee did no justice during the video call. His whole stature, in the drivers seat, turned me on. "Nice to meet you, Bryan. You seem like you pack a lot. Fit. Good looking. I can tell that ass has been tight and from your eyes, you're dying for me to this rod of mine in your mouth. I got very lucky." "No I did. Sorry for rubbing the wrong way last nite, it's hard for me to talk to people sometimes." "No worries. I'm a very direct and straightforward person. You just listen to me for the whole ride and think about what you're getting into. How bout that Bryan?" "Sure, uh, Jérome. What do you prefer?" "Sir, daddy, monsieur, master. Call me daddy and I'll call you son. Call me Sir and I'll call you boy. You like that, boy?" "Yes, Sir." I threw my duffel bag in the backseat and closed the door as Jérome started steering into the Décarie expressway. The radio played techno music and he started talking, in an extremely charismatic way. He had a strong French Canadian accent, but his grammar and choice of words were tactile that made him possess a sort of permanent charm. "Now, I've done this a few times before, and mostly, I am very lucky. Out of the 8 people I've brought to my chalet, only one decided to leave when we reached the village and that's because he was about to overdose. God bless Ben. Ben came back though the next month and I guess right now I've a 100% success rate with all the boys of your kind." I'm not surprised that this is a regular thing for Sir. I just wanted to know what I was getting myself into. "For the next week, was it a week you said boy?" "Yeah, til next Sunday, or Monday, doesn't matter." I was already preparing to take 3 days to recuperate from whatever experience Jérome was bringing me into. "Yes, so for a week, I'm going to, how do I put it simply...break you. I'm going to test your limits because I see it in you. Even through the video calls I could tell that you're a very shy person that has a lot of hidden desires, don't you?" Sir started caressing my thighs while his eyes were fixed on the road. He was still speaking and had his right hand around my ears. I recoiled in excitement, listening to him continue. "First day, I'm going to teach you how to act like a slut, a boy or a slave. How to serve me cause we're looking for long sessions right? You're going to earn your T and your water, by following my instructions precisely. You will be used by me for the rest of the week, or maybe I'll get some of my friends to try you out. You will accept my friends. They're part of the group I'm in that you have a chance of joining." "I'm also positive, with a high VL and strong restraint to antiviral meds. Because of this, I'm also the leader of this group I have, being the main carrier of this strain that the members of this group, or brotherhood now carry. Whether you will pass on my legacy or not, is something that is uncertain because there have been boys that never successfully joined, and are now living regular lives, out of the thrill that we have. These regular gays take PreP, preach monogamy and have dogs in place of children to fulfill their boring lives that people like us found uninteresting. To live like a hetero. What a shame!" I listened and saw how focus Sir was, continuing. "Not me, not us, that's why we do the things we do, right? Little limits to our sexual freedom and certainly to who we give ourselves to. Now if we discuss actual limits, I am against blood and certainly excrement with the except of piss. Chem piss only. Any normal piss will be dismissed. Are you still following me, Bryan?" "Yes." "Good. No questions. Not much of a talker. I like that. Those are the best kind of boys we get. So yes, you surrender yourself to me for the next one week. No permanent physical damage will be inflicted upon you but it is up to you to set what you can and can't take. I will list mine and you are free to list anything that you would not prefer. With a limit of 5. 1. Tools I will use on you include a whip, candles, ropes, clips, and shaving clippers. There's more, but I will hear yours first. 2. Nothing permanent will be inflicted upon you with the exception of whipmarks and minimal scars. 3. If pain is not a factor for you, then I am open to the possibility of tattooing too. I listened to Jérome's criteria carefully and thought of somethings I would not tolerate. Scat and blood were already there, but were there anymore? Looking back, I was arguably inexperienced and I've only been in a playroom once or twice. Even fisting was something that I had wanted to try. "I have no reservations. They sound good. I've never some of what you mentioned before. Are you going to go gentle, Sir?" "At first, boy, at first. But remember, I am going to break you so you will tolerate some of the extremes. I think with a little help of the party supplies, you'll be well taken care of." Jérome now looked at me, winked and went in for a kiss as we exited the freeway, waiting for the green light at the intersection. Realizing that we're already in the village, Jérome let out, "So?" after tonguing me for quiet some time. Before the light turned green, I answered. "Yes, break me, Sir." "That's the way, boy." Jérome then thought to himself how easy it was for him, how years of experience and knowledge in figuring out the psyche of a true party slut had given him the advantage of building his clandestine cabal of positive men who fuck other men. It was selective and seductive. The truck turned into a narrow road, with a signboard that said Lac and an arrow pointing on it. We reached a decent chalet covered in woods, a few yards away from the lake. Summer just started so the sun was increasingly radiant. We took our things and head to the door. Before entering, Jérome clicked the keys to lock the car and put his hands on my shoulder. "There's no going back once we're in the house. I've recorded your agreement during our ride just in case. Are you absolutely certain you are ready for this?" Still tweak up, I just wanted to get fucked at that moment but I was still grounded in some form of reality. Do I really want this? Yes, it's a desire that I have that's trying to be released. "Very well. Come in, boy."

/Short Update cause I've been busy/ After examining my body, Isaak told Vance and Al that he's going to get ready for tonight's event. "He's going to stay here for a bit as payment, how bout that?" "I've got some guys coming in later so Al, it's Al yours!' The guys chuckled and Al came up to me and held my head, tonguing me immediately. "Mhmm. What am I going to do with you?" "Listen boy, Vance and Al are going to send you back later. They're coming tonight. Hope you enjoy today & don't forget to drink some water." Isaak snatched me from Vance and spit in my mouth, kissing me and stroking my neck. He then left. "Seems like you're going to wait for my high VL dick tonight boy. Don't worry. It'll all be worth it." Vance smirked at me. "Now what am I going to do with you now, slut? Boy's a bit too much for now. You seem like a slut and you'll act like one. Right?" "Certainly, Sir. "Good, Slut." Vance attached a studed collar that had a leash on me with a pair of wristbands and ankle bands. I had to wear a black leather jock with a zip and also a pair of kneeguards. "You're going to crawl now, Slut." Al held the leash and led me outside. The store, despite being in a basement, had a large floor area as it was located in a rundown loft. Shabby fluorescent lights hung above the corridor and there were numbered doors on each side. It seemed like a labyrinth when I crawled with Al. Finally, I looked up to a door that said #34. "We also run a storage facility. Most of the items stored are just these weird shit we do that most guys won't dare to admit. Closeted, Married, Discreet, who cares? As long as we're making a buck, that's all that matters." Welcome to America, I thought. "This room though, is my own personal space. It has AC and plumbing. So it's going to be great for us." In the past few days, I've seen more kinds of slings than the porn I've watched during my youth. Discovering all these items and the effort put into it, with high accuracy and details made me appreciate and realize how accepted my intrusive urges were. The anxiety that I've once kept had metamorphosed into an insatiable lust that gave me a purpose. The sling in Room 34 was attached to a wall, with red LED lights circling the room. An open cabinet displaying the paraphernalia Al owned was by the door. Inside, like Isaak's, all kinds of toys were there. But Al's were metal. Al slide opened a drawer below and took out a gas mask for me to wear. It had a tube connected to a sort of bong. "Fun time begins now, slut." Before putting it on me, I was hoisted into the sling, legs spread wider than before. Clicks on the bands made my limbs locked. Once the mask was put on, Al grinned more than usual. Al took off his clothes and I can now see how hot he was. At 5'11, he had a bear body that was built and a shaved head. His beard was fury, as was his chest. He had a septum piercing and his thighs were huge. As he turned his back to prepare our session, I could see a huge scorpion tat on his back, with the stinger trailing down to his ass. The head of the scorpion, close to his neck had a biohazard logo. Fucking hot was all I could think off. He then connected the tube of my mask to a bong. T was added and I then heard the lighter nozzle triggered. "Let's relax first, slut." Inhale, exhale, the same rush flowed me again. Al was softer than Isaak with me. He started to then lather my now smooth body with a kind of oil, exciting each of my neurons. "You know...this isn't just for me. I've actually been given the task to stretch you up for tonight. So I hope you're ready, slut cause we need to gape that hole of yours to keep in all of our juice." I was ready to have his arm in me if that was the case. Nothing mattered more than being the center of attention tonight. "I'm sure the T has loosen you up a bit, so let's get down to business." Al first caressed my ass, and then brushed my hole with his fingers. I could only yelp moans and pleas for him to give me more. A finger was then inserted into me and Al smiled, pulling out to show how shiny his index finger was. "You still have some cum, excellent." Without warning, he dived into my hole, rimming me as I felt his beard around my hole. His tongue pushed deep into me, savoring each drop that my cumload ass could give. He was devouring me and I could only moan as the T was continuously flowing. Al came up to me, took off my mask momentarily and fed me. "Fucking delicious, slut. Good fucking slut." I could only utter Thank You in my spun stated. "Next step." Al put on a glove on his right hand and dipped it into a jar. Slowly, he began to push his fingers, one by one until his fist could fit into me. I felt full but complete again. "You're doing amazing slut. I'm going to go in now ok? Breathe in." I took my breath in and his arm began to intrude my hole. "Fuck, slut, already halfway in. This is an easy job." It was more than halfway in. His bicep was almost going in and I didn't protest. It felt fucking great to have him in me. "Now, in and out we go." At this point I screamed and felt his arm thrusting in and out of me. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that I would not forget. As I was stretched, Al was also smoking the T and he mentioned that he's been partying for a few days now. "I got to relieve myself soon, slut. Want some?" "Yes, Sir. Please use me." Al was smirking again. Something about the way he smirked that arches his mustache turned me on. He got up from his stool and came back with a tunnel plug. Inserting it was hard at first as I tried to control my hole but with how spun I was, it popped in smoothly after 3 tries. I could then feel my hole exposed to the air with the diameter of the plug being as big as a hockey puck. "Fun time's now!" Vance exclaimed as he stood and pissed into me. All those chem now in me, increasing my inebriated state. "God, I wish I wasn't done with you but we got to go soon." I didn't realize how fast time had passed. Vance then barged in and applauded as he saw us. "Nice work, buddy. You ready to leave soon?" Al replaced the tunnel with a tail butt plug and changed the gas mask with a pup mask. The jock was also now nylon with the word "cumcump bitch" on the band behind. "You're not a slut tonight, you're a cumdump bitch." I was too high to care but even if I did, I would've allowed it as slowly, I'm embracing my pig side that I never once knew I had.

I have never thought I would touch drugs as a teen. DARE convinced both my parents to ensure that I never got in the wrong crowd and that I'd get the best education they could afford. It came to no surprise that my effort in undergrad wasn't in vain when I finally got accepted to do my masters at NYU. Growing up in the midwest, the only time I've been to New York was on a school trip in high school. Statue of Liberty, Rockefeller, and all that. Back then, I didn't have the time to fully explore the city. Plus, I was still closeted. That was 8 years ago. Now I'm 24, and I'm finally here again with the freedom to actually be myself. In Minneapolis, being gay wasn't an issue, but it was less talked about or expressed more. Maybe it's a Minnesota thing but it always made me feel restricted in a way. My parents know my sexuality and they hope I would bring a boy home for Christmas but honestly, they don't know how none of that cookie cutter gay lifestyle was what I wanted. I was into a lot of weird form of pornography, especially the fetish category with a mix of old/young and bdsm. My desire was pure gay sex. It has to always be bareback if not I wouldn't get hard. Before you wonder, I am not a virgin. During sophomore year, I would frequently rent a room by a roadside motel and get bred by random truckers who had to make a stop and never did I once had a rubber on. I also had my fair share of married dudes who loved to get a piece of a college boy's ass. I got tested frequently and so far, I've never had any problems. As a 5'10, 188lbs well shaped white guy, I wouldn't say I stood out but it was easy to get dicks in MN. Not in NYC though. I'm at most a 6 despite going to the gym quiet often. The guys here frequently keep their hair cut and body shaved and was always impressing each other. It felt clique-y, but I didn't mind because I eventually found mine. The third week I settled in the city, I told myself I would go to The Eagle. Typical. I couldn't resist. It was a Friday night and I finally got my first draft title approved. I had a pint of Budweiser as I scanned through the room eyeing on the countless of beautiful men that could just plow me right now. I was only wearing a leather pants and a black t-shirt with a sports jock. The shirt hugged my body evenly to reveal the nipple piercing I got when I first landed here. It still hurt but it felt great. Slowly, I was building myself in this city. Halfway through my beer, a 6'1 tall man, around 240lbs with a heavy built and striking middle eastern feature came up to me with a drink. House cocktail he told me. We cheers and I introduce myself. He was only wearing a tank top with a pair of black jeans. His arms was furry as the beard covering his face. His ears were pierced and so was his gaze on me. "Thanks, I'm Chris." "Isaac. Are you new here?" From then we hit off. I gave him the usual story that he must have heard from other twunks like me that came to NY. He told me he grew up in Michigan and moved to the city in the 90s. He was 54 years old but I wouldn't say he's a day past 40. Not a strand of white hair. All black and curly. His chest hair was revealing from his cleavage and I couldn't stop but to just stare in intervals from it to his hazel eyes, him never breaking eye contact. It was hypnotizing talking to him. Slowly, I was beginning to slur my words and I didn't realize how strong the drink was. Isaac convinced me to go to the dance floor and we both began to explored our bodies as the music played. Isaac then made the first move and kissed me, holding my face with his calloused palms and playing with my tongue with his. I felt a piercing on his tongue and his thick moustache rubbing against my upper lip made me suck his face like a dog with a bone. We were wrestling with our tongue as I let myself loose, thinking to myself how strong the drinks I had were even if there were just a beer and a cocktail. Strange I thought. I was lightheaded and my body was warm but it felt right to be engulfed in Isaak's arms as the second beat dropped and everyone in the club gyrating against each other. He made sure to never lose sight of me even though we got cut by some other guys. Next thing I remembered, I was carried by one of the bouncers and Isaak was waiting outside. "I think play time's over for him. Are you sure you two are gonna be okay?" Isaak then told the bouncer that he's fine and that he'll take me back to my place. Isaak asked me if I wanted to go to his instead since it wasn't too far. I nodded. Once we reached his place, I threw myself on the sofa. Isaak lived in a loft with ceiling to floor windows and everything out in the open except for his bathroom. There was a sling placed next to his bed and a drawer with a dog hood mask in black on top. Embezzled on the collar are some studs. From across the room I tried to form a conversation with Isaak, telling him how kinky he is. As I rambled, Isaak was taking out different kind of glass pipes and tools from the wardrobe. He had a butane lighter and a gas mask that had tubes. He also changed to a pair of chaps exposing his 8 inch dick and solid formed ass, perfectly framed. He had a harness on and he tied his hair into a bun. Despite being inebriated, I was slowly getting hornier. Isaak came up to me and took my clothes off, putting me in a leather jock and a pair of leather sandals with clips, tied securely around my legs. He also put on a pair of leather armbands on me, highlighting my biceps. Finally, he instructed me to breathe slowly as the gas mask was put on me. "Now let's walk slowly to the sling, Chris. Or boy, what do you prefer?" "Boy is good, daddy, I mean sir" "No no boy, daddy is perfect. I'm not going to hurt you." I couldn't remember how I was placed onto the sling, it felt as if I was floated onto it. My feet were shuffling, but I couldn't seem to recall. I could see Isaak through the lens of the mask as the lights in the room dimmed to dark red, resembling the bar we were at. This time, slow techno played and Isaak told me to breathe in regularly, and take the smoke all in. In his hand, he was lighting one of the glasses to release smoke that was then being fed onto the tube to my mask. I breathed in and tasted a weird chalky substance, jolting from the sling and finally being lucid for the first time in the past 3 hours. Everything felt amazing and it felt like sparks was going through my veins. "You like this boy?" I could manage a muffled "Yes, daddy, I feel good." "I know you would. I told you that daddy isn't going to hurt you" After around 20-30 puffs, Isaak finally took off the mask and I finally got to breathe fresh air. My eyes were popping and I couldn't help but to moan as if there was something in my throat. My limbs were still restrained and I could only move my head as I felt beads of sweat perspiring out of my pores. "We talked a lot about what your fantasies are, right boy? Your interest in a different side of sex. No vanilla, just pure men on men fuck." Shit, did I? I couldn't tell. I was talking a lot to Isaak when I first met him, seeing that he was the first and only person at the bar showing some form of interest in me. "Unlike other college boys and fags your age I find every year, you're a bit different, boy. You know why? Cause you said you only bareback. And that you're not on PreP. You're into the risk. Why?" "Because I want to be free." Never have I ever come up with a reason as to why I love it bare. It's true. I wanted to be free. As cliché as it sounds, I am not like most guys my age. I know there are who think like me, but we're rare. Extremely rare. And sought for by guys like Isaak because we appreciate the true value of men on men sex. Skin on skin. Pure lust. "Free in what sense, boy?" "I don't know, I don't care, I just want to not worry bout whether I'm going to catch a disease or die, I'm ready any day, daddy. As long as I'm able to fuck and get fucked bare, that's all that matters. A man's seed in me, mine in his. It's nature." "You're quiet the talker, aren't you boy?" I really was. Years of suppressing my desires and being barred from exploring my identity has culminated in me being spun in a midtown loft revealing my darkest desires. "I knew your pussy is meant to be bred and pozzed when I noticed how you couldn't take your eyes off my chest. Especially this," Isaak circled his right pec to show a bio hazzard tattoo. Now I remembered what it was that I couldn't stop starring at. Behind those bushy pecs, there was a patch of the symbol, all mighty in it's glory. "I can give you one too, you know, but maybe not on your tits, don't want to steal the attention from this" Isaak then pulled on my nipples with the piercing, sending me to screams of pleasure, as the smoke I inhaled had only inhibit any pain I could feel. "You're a very well behaved boy, aren't you Chris?" "Yes, daddy, I am." "I'm really lucky that I found you tonight, you know. I haven't had a boy in so long..." Isaak held my head as I fixed my eyes on him while he explained to me that he wanted a sub to train, someone to serve him like Yannick, his ex-lover who left the sex and party scene they were in to live in Portland. He continued to tell me about Yannick, how piggy he was and how one day he just stopped being the bitch he wanted. How he started to take meds and how there was no goodbye from him. Retelling this story suddenly made Isaak angry and suddenly, he started to get rough with me. "But I can tell you're a better cumdump fag than he is, right, boy?" He shouted as he cling his hands onto the chains holding my limbs. "Yes, daddy, I'm never going back. Only for you." I can't believe what I was saying. It was true though. I will prove to him that I can be better than Yannick. He placed his palms on my chest and slowly brushed it, inspecting my body before telling me that I require a shave. Before leaving to get his equipment, the gas mask was put back on and the next thing I remembered was the feeling of a blade against my asshole and some shaving cream. I hear the blade cut through my pubic hair, my legs, and finally my head. Only my eyebrows were spared. As this happened, Isaak was also inserting his fingers into my hole, telling me that I'm going to feel better than before. I wasn't sure if it was the shaving cream he was putting into me, but I felt a sudden burning sensation in my hole and next thing I know, my ass was dilating to suck in more of his fingers. I felt as if I needed to have something in me, however big or long it was. It was a new need that Isaak had unlocked in me. I couldn't resist but to beg him. "Please fuck me daddy, put anything in me, I need it please." I repeatedly said, without any pause. I just begged him in all kinds of ways. I was moaning, I was insatiate without anything in me. "Be patient now boy, it's coming." He walked to the drawer and took out a string of beads, each bead increasing with diameter, the smallest as big as a tennis ball. With each bead in me, I felt complete. When it was all in me, I could only let out a sigh of relief. "Now you're going to enjoy this." Isaak pulled the strings out, with each beads at a faster pace, leaving me moaning in pleasure. My hole then felt empty again. "We're going to keep you quiet a bit with this bad boy here." A butt plug the size of a Campbell Can was then inserted in me and again, I felt complete. I was slowly breathing now, appreciating the massive anchor in my orifice. "You seem to like my special lube, don't you boy?" "Yes daddy, what is it?" "What you're smoking, mixed with Aloe Vera gel. Excellent combo." Not have I only smoked Meth, I've also had it shoved in my ass. I didn't see my third week in the city to turn out like this but I have no regrets. I finally found my purpose and am no longer ashamed of my desires. If this is what drugs feel like then I have been missing out on a lot. Isaak then left the sling and came back with a standing mirror, placing it diagonally from me to let me see myself. I was unrecognizable. Not a strand of hair on me. "You had to be shaved because you're going to get inked up really good, boy. It'll be worth it." I was then rubbed with a towel and slowly moisturized by daddy. I didn't even notice the buttplug was still in me as it felt so right to have it there. Isaak took me off from the sling and showered me, kissing me in between, telling me that I will get his cock soon. As we showered, I could only feel his hard pierced shaft resting on my back while he massaged me. He also had a Jacob's ladder which contained different quartz on each head. Breathtaking. After the shower, Isaak showed me a cage behind his bed that had a futon. He instructed me to now wear the pup hood and that my lesson is already starting. Unlike other set ups I've seen in porns, his seems to be comfortable, with velvet pillows. However, my original buttplug was then replaced by a tailed one and I was wearing knee pad to crawl for the rest of the night. "You will learn how to be a pub from 4 AM to 10 AM, then we'll extend the hours more. You're not just my pup, or my sub, you're my boy." I don't care what research I had planned to do that weekend for my thesis, Isaak's loft was my new home. I slept comfortably in my set up, with the hood and the tail in me. I see myself in the mirror from time to time in the cage, waiting for daddy to feed me but all I had was a bowl of water. Funnily enough, I wasn't even hungry, just thirsty. "Drink up, boy, you're going to need this a lot." I rested in the cage til the sun came up and by 10, Isaak let go of my restraints and only with my jock, we rested on his bed as he circled his finger on my hole. "Soon you'll get my cock, boy.. soon. Make the most out of the anticipation..." Despite us being together for the past 12 hours, never once did I had a chance to taste him or let his shaft in me. How potent it would be in my guts, converting me into part of his clan. I wonder how Yannick must have felt. Isaak then jumped from the bed and turned me on all fours. I was rimmed for the first time. Each nerve around my hole felt the caress of his tongue, penetrating in and out as the piercing popped in and out of my hole. How long his tongue was, slurping through every corner of my ass that he now calls cunt. I was shivering and couldn't believe it. He was devouring me as if it was his last meal. I could only maintain murmurs and moans as he rimmed me. "More of this coming soon. Let's go for your tattoo session now, boy. And let's try a different outfit." This time, bald and with my muscles being highlighted due to the lack of hair, I was wearing a pair of gym shorts with a fresh jock and a white tanktop. I had knee high socks and a pair of joggers that Isaak picked out. I looked as if I just came out of a football practice. Isaak on the other hand, had a baseball cap and a collared sports shirt. Now I see. He was coach and I was his boy. We paired perfectly to go about town. "First stop is the tattoo shop. Shall we?" Walking through midtown, with people starring at us felt amazing. We were well built, dressed in sports attire you'd find at a local high school, all tight and ready for the day. Isaak had his hand on my ass throughout the walk, squeezing it to remind him its his and sliding his finger in my hole from time to time. Making me lick his finger after when we cross at every intersection was his way to further entice me. We reached an alley that had a backdoor that lead to a basement. An neon sign had been hung at the door. X's Piercage & Tattouage. Entering, we had to walk through a hallway of fluorescent lights, and when we finally reach the end of it, we entered to find an industrial style kind of tattoo parlor with peculiar chairs. "This is Chris, guys. He's going to be my new boy." The two men who I gathered were Al and Vance, glanced at me and smirked, passing a remark to Isaak, Vance said "How long is this one going to last then huh, sak'? Is he, the next Yannick as you would say? Or the previous fags you've brought were never enough.. or right?" "I think they were never right. Are you goldilocks then?" Al asked facing me. "No I'm Chris." They both including Isaak laughed and consequently, Isaac cut his laughter to put his hand firmly on Vance's shoulder to say, "Don't mention that name again. Isn't it tired, making the same old joke all the time? What about you Vance? Where's your bitch? Oh yeah, stationed in Afghanistan or god knows where. And Al, does your wife still not know that you suck Vance's dick on the side or has she already forgotten about the buttplug in your shoebox?" Vance just chuckled while Al gave Isaak a side eye. "So what are we doing today?" Vance asked. "Well Vance, I think Chris has potential. Even more than the previous boys. He hasn't said No so far and he takes Tina like he's her long lost gay best friend. He didn't mind the shave, and now I think it's time to get some work done on him. The tits were already there, so you know he's open to more." "I can give him a guiche piercing today, and maybe a lorum one too. I don't think a PA would suit him." Al said as he began to go through his tools. "Now let me see your body" Vance held me and I could feel how soft his hands were. "Get on the chair now and make yourself comfortable." From what I gathered, the chair he was referring to seemed like a fuck bench that was upholstered in leather. It was platformed and I had to be on all fours. I was then secured again on each limbs. I guess this is something I had to get used to. Vance then began tracing on my back, while Al took out a pair of calipers to plan his piercing. Isaak then asked, "You want to get a new piercing, boy?" "Yes." "The ones Al said are good?" "Yes." Isaak then nodded to Al. The procedure was quick and numb. I now had an additional piece of metal in me. The coolness from the metal only made electrified me more. "So what are we doing on the permanent etch a sketch today?" "I have some ideas.." Isaak told Vance. I looked up to the display showing Vance's screen that Isaak was now using. Windows of traces and drawings of Barcode that signify Isaak owning me, logos of biohazard and scorpions, additional symbols drafts on my right ass cheek, slideshows pass and finally Isaak told me that sine we're starting slow, let's not do much. With that, Isaak pasted an outline of a barcode written ISAAK's BOY in between behind my neck. On my waist, where the band would usually cover, a stencil of the stencil "No loads refused" was put. "That will do for now." Isaak said as Vance started to rev up the ink machine. I couldn't wait to see how I looked like next. /To Be Continued/

Part 2 Waiting for Master and his friends took ages. I was still panting from the pleasure I was feeling and th 8th film featured an Asian boy who was kneeling on a platform in front of Master, ready to be spanked and whipped. Master didn't hold back when it came to punishing the boy. Marks of scratches began to form on the boy's back that slowly started to bleed and Master's entourage circled around the boy, jacking off. "Looks like you need some moisturizing, don't you bitch?" The boy could only muster a soft "Yes, Master, please." He was pleading and what followed after was the circle of men coming onto his back. It was around 6 of them. Not a drop of cum touched the platform as the boys soon to be scars were now being soothed by warm cum. "Let it absorb, boy. We're going to make sure you get it." Master and the rest of the men then rubbed their palms over the boy, slapping in between while the boy continued to scream in a mixture of bliss and agony. The TV then turned blank and I suddenly saw myself in it. I never noticed that a blinking red light was illuminating from above and it then registered that I was being filmed since I got here. There was something about seeing myself in this position that turned me on and elevated me to compensate the lack of Tina I've been deprived of since Master left. Finally, Master came in in a different outfit than last night. "I hope you enjoyed my masterpieces. Soon, you'll be in one." Master then shotgunned me for the first time in 6 hours and I was rejuvenated. My eyes popped out again and Master gave me water while he untied my restraints. "Let's change up a bit. Spread yourself on the bed" The moist sheets under me reeked of my piss and the cum of those that deposited in the jar. Master was right. It was natural musk. I became acclimatized to it. After maneuvering myself, Master positioned me in an eagle form. I could only see the ceiling now with full view of the camera and a mirror. "You're holding up very well, aren't you? 7 out of 10 boys in your position right now would have begged me to release them or attempt to escape. Even with the drugs. Not you. You're comfortable where you are. It's time to meet my friends, boy." I could only look at Master's eyes and nod. "Very quiet now. Good. You're going to behave well with my friends and you're going to take whatever that they give you. Aren't you?" "Yes, Master. Anything you do to me, they can." "Good bitch. It's still early, boy. Not even a quarter of my friends are here yet" Soon, a few of Master's friends showed up. I calculated around 4 of them. If this wasn't a quarter, I expected at least 20 of Master's friends tonight. Master's friends were around his age and built similar to him. All of them had awakened a part of me that craved for older men. A daddy, a dom, who knows? Ask me last week if I would fuck a man over 30s and I would've laughed. Now, anyone with a strand of white hair would have free reign on my ass. Each of Master's friends inspected me, caressing and pinching me. I responded with growls of approval. One inserted his fingers into my mouth and I took it as if it was a lollipop. The other two started sucking my niple and the other began rimming me. I was in Heaven. Master only stood across me as if he was a monolith with that grin I first saw that catalyses me to be where I was. "Damn, you really got a pig here, Pierre." "How lucky of me. Take your time boys, this pig here is truly a dime in the dozen. I can tell that he will definitely love his gift." The thought of being poz now unfazed me. I was meant to carry Master's seed and be a part of him. It was only necessary for me to be seeded. As hard as I tried to avoid being reckless, I rationalized my need to be poz as a pathway to certifying me as a true cumdump. No more fear, as one of Master's friends whispered to me before sucking my ears and spitting in me. My body continued to feel the wave of hands that were touching me. This time, with oil to highlight my built and the effort I had put in the gym. Before I knew it, Master replaced the previous head harness with another leather one that only revealed my mouth and nostrils. Everything was in complete darkness and the rest of my senses started to heighten. The music was now louder and I could hear a bottle being put under my nose being unscrewed. Poppers. Finally. My ass was now breathing and the buttplug in me gyrated. Cum was still leaking out of it. Master pulled it out with no warning and I immediately screamed, with everyone in the room praising in unison. "Good fucking pig, that's it boy. Use that hole" Suddenly, I felt some form of string being tied to my bicep. "Now you've met Tina, boy. Time to introduce you to slam." I did not want to protest because everything I had consumed at this point left me with zero regrets. I felt a prick and within seconds, I started coughing rapidly. The rest of the men laughed and I now felt as if I was on another plane of existence where my only purpose in life was to be a hole and to serve. Nothing else mattered at that point. "Fuck yeah, I'm a pig. A cumdump who wants each of your poz loads. Breed me please!" I guess this is how Master got all his boys to cry out those fucked up things there were saying. At that point, having cum in my ass was all that mattered. To be deposited with each of their seed and satisfy them. Master rimmed me again and fed me with the cum from the plug that I was keeping. I tried to not waste a single drop as Master was also pecking me in between, biting my lips and spitting in my mouth. All while his friends were still probing my orifices. They took off the nipple clam I had and it was now replaced with a pair of nipple suckers. I continued to moan and wishing that I would remember this feeling forever. I haven't even been fucked yet and I've already reached nirvana. "Damn bitch, you really like to be a hole, don't you? A slutty pig? A cumdump?" All I could do was nod and say Yes repeatedly. "It's not even midnight yet, boy. We're still expecting company but I know you want some cocks in you now, don't you?" Yes, again I cried. "Now you're not going to get cum anytime soon, but Randy here can give you some more Tina that's a bit different than before." With that, Master's mouth shifted away and for the first time in almost 24 hours, I finally had a cock up in me. It must have been about 8 inches. I yelped and I could tell Randy was on top of me, piston fucking me as his drool dropped into my mouth that was rarely shut. "Nice fucking ass boy. Very nice. Surprised it's still tight. Don't worry, this won't take long, I'm just here to take a leak." Randy continued to fuck me and soon he got soft. Staying inside, he then whispered that I was going to take his T piss to continue the high. I nod and reached out for his kiss. He stayed in me for almost a minute, still as I felt his piss depositing in me. Warm, but not as thick as cum. It was unbelievable. Pulling out of me, Master quickly plug me back. I could only let out a sigh of relief and a smile while the men chuckled at how great and different I was. They brushed my head lightly and told me how well I was doing. "It's still early for me to say this but I'm just going to tell you that you're already halfway to becoming the cumdump you were born to be." Master then decided to take an intermission as his other guests were arriving soon. "You're not going to take a break, we are. Keep that plug in place and enjoy the sound." My restraints were tightened and my headgear was replaced with a gas mask. A tube was connected to a large bottle of popper poppers for me to inhale. The music then changed to a track that contained hypnotic trance chanting, with a voice over telling me to enjoy, cherish and accept cum. To be a cumdump. It was as if I was living in those popper training videos. Nothing compared to how I was feeling. All I could let out was moans of ecstasy and growls of pleasure. I wondered how I looked like in the TV but the reflection above me was more than enough. Unrecognizable was what I would describe. At the end of the audio, the voice encouraged me to repeatedly announce what I truly was. "What are you?" "A cumdump." "What are you?" "A cumdump" "What are you?" "A fucking cumdump!" I shouted, with pride as the audio ended. I heard clapping coming through the door as Master lead in a couple of new guys. Around 8 of them now. "Well, well, well. You keep surprising me, boy. Good job. Here are some guys I'd like you to meet next. There's more outside so don't get too greedy with them." As the men entered, another trail of men were observing from the door. A line was being formed. All of them were the kinds that I wouldn't have thought I would fuck. Matured, stocky & most of all, sleazy. Yet, still in shape. The youngest was probably early 40s. The oldest one however, around late 60s, had defined pecs and a 9incher. His veins were apparent and his biceps were still in tact. He also had a scorpion tattoo above his navel. He brushed pass by Master and approached me. "Pierre, your Master, got his seed from me. Everyone in this room has the same strain that originated from me. Pierre is your Master, but I am your Father. Do you understand that?" I nodded. "Good. You're going to get our seed, and you will receive this gift with gratitude. Our bond is forever and at your age, your duty is to recruit and gather more holes like yours for us to use as we please. This is the task that was given to boys before you and we have expectations. Understood?" "Yes." "Perfect. Now friends, let's fuck this whore and show him our world."

Hello, it has been a while since I last came on BZ. I thought I would move on from my pig days but I realize that I am a true pig and that by writing these stories, I discover another part of me that was hidden. This story is inspired by one of my many rendezvous in this city I now call home. Montreal. Hope you enjoy. I will also try to continue my previous posts but if anything, I think starting fresh would be better so no promises. Here goes nothing. Part 1 After receiving my confirmation that I would be graduating with honors, I told myself that I was going to let lose. Submit to every temptation that I've put on for the past 6 months. I redownloaded my apps and began refreshing every hour to see who would want to top me. With the exception of weed and poppers, I never tried any other drugs due to the fact that I promised to stay stable during my undergrad years. Since Freshmen year, some friends I knew got into coke, ketamine and dropped out. Being on scholarship meant that the stakes were higher. My willpower was strong. Was. By 11pm, I thought of calling it a day as no one around my area would be interested in a 25 y/o twink whose locked photos are him in a PUMP jock. I wasn't too bad, just very choosy. Most guys who messaged me were closeted or discreet. I wanted more. Despite being called a twink throughout college, I managed to gain some strength over the past few months. Going to the gym was my way to relief the stress of academia. Going to bathouses second. But I always played safe. For some reason, tonight, I felt very piggy. It was probably because I started jacking off to Treasure Island Media when the semester ended. Being a celibate for a while really does get the worst in you. I can understand why most closeted Mormon guys I hooked up with have the weirdest kink. But mine I would say is starting to get darker. I threw my phone on the other side of my bed and laid in defeat, thinking that I'm probably going to brush off this urge I had. Suddenly at 1 AM, a no-pic profile messaged me. "Hey, boy." "Boy?" "Yeah, you. I've seen you at the gym with your tight hairy blonde ass. Pale and slender like the twink you are." "Lol. Who are you?" "Your master." "What?" I then received 5 photos of a stocky built man in leather with one of the largest cock I've seen. Not to mention, a PA. Only one tattoo on his navel. Biohazard. His eyes were green and his beard was bushy. He looked around late 40s. Both tits were pierced and his grin made my cock twitch. He also sent 6 more videos, all which shows him fucking guys around my age, from your average jock to your typical twink like me. Each video ends with the bottom begging him to breed him. Their eyes were fully dilated and it seemed as if they were on something. Strangely, I got hard. This was what I secretly needed I thought to myself. "Hot pics. I'm Felix. You?" "Who I am doesn't matter. You're going to call me Master and you're going to come over here." "No way.." Before I finished typing I backspaced and wrote "Where?" Master lived a few stations away from where I was. Pie-IX. It took 10 minutes to reach his place. Luckily, I caught the last train for the night. I found myself in front of a renovated duplex that indicated the much detested gentrification that's plaguing the city. I buzzed #6 and climbed up. As the door open, I see Master in a leather harness and chaps. His muscles were squeezing out of the black outfit he was wearing and it made me think twice of why I came here. Less than 10 messages exchanged and here I am in front of a Dom one head taller than me. Never would I see myself in this position a few years ago when I volunteered for the LGBT Club during Pride. "Hello Felix. I'm Pierre. But call me Master when you're in my house. It's nice to finally see you outside the gym shower." Upon closer inspection of his face, I realized who Master is. When I first started lifting, I remembered seeing a man of his stature jacking off in the shower during my morning workout. We made eye contact but the fog made it hard to fully recognize him. He would always wear a tanktop and a dirty jockstrap under his thigh high shorts. His ass was spectacular. I never had the guts to ask him how much he squats. All I know was that his intimidating presence always made my workout shorter. Deep inside, he knew that he turned me on. "Oh wow...I remember you." "It's been a while, eh? Why don't I see you at the gym anymore?" "Finals. Just graduated last week. Feeling kinda horny now and got lazy to go to the gym. Shit, I've always wanted to say Hi to you." "But you didn't. Good. I wouldn't want to distract you from your studies. I know I have had guys from your college transformed after meeting me." "You're not shy, aren't you? Transform?" "For the better. You'll see. Wanna come in?" I didn't know what I was getting myself into but his friendliness in real life compared to online made me step in. "Care for some water? Or gatorade? There's a special ingredient." I was curious to know what the special ingredient was so I agreed on gatorade. He told me that this drink would make me feel better. I protested that I don't do hard drugs. "A little drink never hurt anybody, right? Plus, this is safe. You'll be alright. I'm here." Very comforting. I thought, fuck it I don't have any more responsibilities for now. Summer is here. I gulped the drink and he started asking me a series of questions that felt like I was being interrogated. "What did you expect when you come here?" "I don't know. I just want to get fucked. Have some fun because I deserve it. Worked my ass off for college that my ass now needs some actual work. Your videos also tempted me." Shit, can't believe I said that. "Yes, those videos always make guys hard to resist. Tell me Felix, what are you into?" "I'm mostly versatile but I've been thinking of bottoming more. Getting fucked rough. Been watching some dirty porn. Thought of trying new things. But I play safe though." "Interesting. Have you tried any toys?" "I have a dildo and a buttplug that I rarely use. I also have some jocks but I'm going commando tonight." "Do you want to experience new things?" By now, I started to feel a bit lightheaded and everything felt like it was in the right place. "Sure. Meeting someone as old and hot as you is already a new experience. Why me, though?" "I do the questions, Felix. As for why you, I've always had a preference for college guys. Twink types with bubbly ass that needs some kneading. The ones who are secretly addicted to cum and is a true cumdump. Do you think that might be you?" I hesitated to answer because I do love cum. Just in my mouth. So I thought. I enjoy nourishing cum but the idea of cum in my ass seemed so far fetch. Yet, deep down, I know that it would be one of the hottest things to experience. Seeing a video of a guy getting bred by 10 different guys made me wish I was the center of attention. Even after factoring my stance on playing safe. It was a conflicting thought. "I'm not sure..I might get a disease and all that." "Might. Not definitely" "Yeah, there's a risk to it. Even if it would be fucking hot to have cum drip out of my ass from different guys." I wasn't sure whether it's the drink or my inner thoughts thinking out loud again but I was clearly succumbing to him. "So it's fucking hot, you say? And the risk, so what? I'm positive and I take meds. Sometimes. I still live. Not many side effects." By now, I can see where the conversation was going and the better part of me still tried to reason it out but the real side of me could only respond with "Really? And you're okay with that?" "Yes, I'm okay with that. Other people, not so but who cares? They don't have to know unless I state it. Plus, don't you think that raw bareback sex is the true way we should fuck? Having one's seed in you? Being a part of someone? To claim and be claimed? As nature intended to?" The effects of the drink was now stronger and I realized that I have been holding a hard on for a while. "I mean, your cock is rock hard for a reason, right Felix?" I'm not sure why but every time he calls me Felix, I get turned on more and more. "Hm, as nature intended too...I guess you're right..I could try. It would be hot with you." Why was I saying this? His aura definitely revealed a different side of me. "Do you want me to breed you, Felix?" "Yes." I've fully succumbed to the drink by now and I have no regrets. "Do you want me to use my toys on you? Stretch your ass and make you become the real cumdump you are?" "Yes." No regrets again. "Excellent. Let's relax and have a smoke first before we continue. We have the whole night. Or weekend if you last long." At first, I thought that we would be smoking some weed but Master brought in a different kind of pipe. A glass one. He then inserted some substance that looked like salt rocks and lit a butane lighter under it. "Hey, what is that?" "No Hey, it's Master. You will not disrespect me in my house." It's striking how quick his tone changed after I agreed to his proposals. "Master, what kind of weed is that?" "It's not weed, Felix, it's my good friend Tina. You're going to enjoy her. Don't be shy now." As Master took the pipe away from the lighter and inhaled the smoke, Master embraced me and we made our first kiss. "Breathe in, boy." Now I'm called boy. I don't even know why I agreed to inhaled but I'm glad that it didn't taste so bad or burnt as bad as most joints would. "Hold it in and don't let go until I tell you to." I kept it in and after a few moments, Master gestured me to open my mouth and a trail of white smoke was expelled. My heart began pumping and I felt an intense rush that I've never felt before. Everything felt amazing and when I saw Master, it felt like I need to worship him. We shotgunned, as Master would say for a few times and with every breathe I inhaled from Master's mouth, the more I am obligated to him. It was a completely new feeling that I had never felt before. Soon, Master told me to strip and to follow him to his bedroom. Master then brought me to his bathroom where I was told to kneel on all fours. I starred at the lights in enhancement as I felt a cold liquid applied on my ass and crotch. Master was now shaving me gently. "We want a clean and smooth boy, don't we?" I nodded and whispered "Yes, Master." A tip of a nozzle was then inserted into my ass and I suddenly felt full. "Don't worry boy, this is to clean you out. You've douched before. The only difference is that this is a bit special. It's meeting Tina after." My ass felt full and I could recall a tingling sensation happening. After releasing the liquid from my bowel, Master fingered me. Oddly enough, his fingers felt like it was covered in sand. "Wow, Master, Wow" I couldn't explain how I felt. Only that Master's finger no longer felt like sand. It felt smooth like cream. I moaned louder than I started and Master turned on the shower head to fully wash me. Stepping out of the shower, Master took out one of his dirty jocks that looked like it was ravaged by cum and piss. On the band, it says POZ PIG. Before instructing me to wear it, Master made me inhale the jock and savor its odor. "This boy, is my golden jock. Many boys before you have worn this and have earned the title that you'll soon receive" Despite being worn numerous of times, it snapped on me perfectly. I looked myself in the mirror and I noticed that my body is now completely shaved except for my head. When Master touches me, it feels like electricity running through my nerves. "Get on the bed now, boy. On your back. We've only just begun. You're doing very good so far." I lied on the bed and Master took out some ropes that was then tightly tied from the bed poster to my limbs. Each leg was tied to each arm to ensure that my ass was spread out to give Master the view he deserved. I was still in bliss thanks to my new friend Tina. Master came up to me and put the pipe in my mouth, directing me to inhale 6 times. The rule was that for every 30 minutes, I would get 6 shots. The lights were then dimmed to reveal the ceiling lights which had UV lamps. Master then took out a chest under his bed. In it contains all the toys that he would use on me. First, he took out a pair of gloves and a jar. The label on the jar read + CUM X + Master came up to me to peck me and brush my face before proclaiming, "This is the last time I will be soft on you. I will be soft on you after you're done which we both aren't sure of when. Are you ready to submit to me? To release your inhibition and be who you truly are?" "YES, MASTER. I AM READY. I SURRENDER MYSELF TO YOU." I shouted with full confidence and determination to realize my true potential. Master only responded with "Good boy. That's the cumdump bitch that's starting to come out of the second closet speaking." He was right. I didn't know where this came from. Techno music started playing and without warning, I felt Master's fingers in me with the content of the jar. It glowed under the lights. First it was one, then two. After, it was his palm and by the time his whole fist was in me, it felt incredible. Despite his warning, Master was gentle and my ass accommodated him with agility. To avoid an early rosebud, Master did not spend too much time fisting me. Rather, he began inserting a string of anal beads to stretch my ass out. "Slowly, but surely, boy. I think we're gonna spend the whole weekend here." I nodded and stared at his eyes with the most lust I've had since I lost my virginity. Each sequencing bead got bigger and as I screech from the initial pain, I slowly moaned at every insertion. 5 beads were now in me and I still did not feel full. It was as if I wanted more. Finally, all 7 were in. Master then slowly pulled out the string and inserted it again. He increased his paced as I groaned and moaned with pleasure. The final pull made me scream with Master chucking and spitting in my mouth. "Good fucking boy. I want to hear those screams because that's how a pig should sound." Bullets of sweats were now perspiring out of my pores and the heat had only made the bed sheets wetter. Master did deliver his promise that it was going to be alright as he fed me the gatorade throughout my stretching for hydration. For some reason, despite experiencing this newfound pleasure, my cock was soft. Master told me that this was normal when you're friends with Tina. I didn't mind as I was enjoying everything that was happening. After the beads, Master began using the different dildos that he had, with the smallest being at least 3 times bigger than the one I have back home. Its girth was larger than a Campbell Can. With each dildo, the precision that Master had was unparalleled. Never have I thought that I could feel this good from my ass being stretched. Throughout my moans, Master was encouraging me and telling me how good of a bitch I was. It was dirty but caring. "Master's really glad you came tonight, boy. I haven't found a potential pig in a while now. You're doing so great. A proper cumdump is what you're going to be, right, boy?" "Yes, Master, I'm embracing the cumdump that I am." "Good, boy. Very good. I rarely do this during first times, but I think it's time to make this a weekend and introduce you to my other friends. Are you ready boy?" "I don't know, Master. Are they like Tina?" "Haha no boy, these are real friends. You're going to serve them too, just like you serve me. Like a true cumpdump, right boy?" "Yes, Master." Master continued to fuck me with each dildos for hours. My ass was now fully stretched but I still felt unfulfilled. As if it's missing something. Master's cock. I wondered when Master will finally impale me and fill me with his seed. Before or after his friends show up? I wasn't sure. The cum in the jar did no justice despite my eyes being fixated on its glow. All I know was that the feeling that I experienced did not subside thanks to the occasional smoke that Master gave me. Time did not feel the same and before I know it, the Sun had started to rise. "Don't worry, boy, this bedroom is always night time." With that, Master closed the shade and put on a different playlist that had a darker electronic tune. "We're not even halfway done, boy. You still have a long way to go." I was still sweating and enjoying the high but the uncertainty of what was about to come made me nervous for a moment. However, after another puff and additional gatorade from Master, I became more excited. Master caressed me for a while and slapped me in intervals, revealing a side of me that enjoys pain. My moans of approval encouraged him to take out his bondage equipment and soon, I was wearing a leather head harness with a ball gag, salivating to Master's nods of appeasement. Chained clamps was then clipped to both nipples and I moaned louder. Master really knows what he was doing and I was savoring every moment of it. "It's already 10 AM. Master has got to run some errands and get some more tools for tonight. Piss on the bed if you want to, boy. That's natural musk." 9 hours passed but it felt like 90 minutes. Before leaving me, Master took out a steel butt plug that's double the size of his fist into me, anchoring me onto the bed, my ass full of the glow jar cum, leaking periodically. I still did not feel full but only a heavy weight in my ass. The TV was then turned on to show some kind of amateur porn. It didn't take long for me to realize it was Master's homemade videos of him fucking his previous boys, some wearing the jock I was wearing. Some boys were blonde, some were muscled, and I recognized one who was the quarterback of the football team. All getting bred by Master and his friends, who were large as Master was. Some of Masters friends would piss in them after breeding them and some had two boys with Master instructing them to fuck each other with a double end dildo while being fed Tina. I couldn't take my eyes away from it for a second. I was left in this state until Master came back. Hunger was not an issue at all as I didn't feel any desire to eat. Just to fuck and cherish everything that I was going through. I peed on the bed twice as the plug made it hard to contain my ladder. It wasn't until Master's 6th film in which an Arab exchange student was begging to be pozzed by Master ended that I hear the door being unlocked. My cock was still limp since 12 hours ago and I was not exhausted at all. I estimated it was already 4 PM. I heard Master's voice trailing from below... "I'm telling you guys, this pig is built different. He's definitely going to make you bust your 3 weeks HV Load, Jack. Also Randy, you better keep that T piss for him." "That's why I brought my own stuff. Unlike Jack!" Laughter then followed from what sounds like more than a group of men who I am certain are Master's friends. To think that I have another 24 hours...

I'm surprised to get this many positive feedback. Hope you enjoy this next installment. ; ) --- He explained to me the origin of his covenant and its purpose. His persuasion skills could challenge that of Jim Jones. In his words and explanations, everything made sense and I was beginning to believe in the existence of a higher being. Even more, that we had a purpose. There was no koolaid to be drunk, just his cum to made me join him. It started after he got ‘it’ that he decided to repent temporarily. On his knees, praying for a sign, he realized that there was no use and that he was in charge of his life. Fully charged. That moment of nothingness was also his first so called prophecy that he needed to establish an order as a response to the wrath that God has put on those who sodomize. By now, he had 9 brothers in his covenant with 22 out of the city. Funnily enough, he even told me that when he was renovating a house last year, he cut the owner a huge chunk of the final price as a Welcome Gift for joining his covenant. The owners name? Monsieur Courtois. Of course he did. Estelle couldn’t stop throwing her parties that summer where all of us would come and use the sauna in her backyard after swimming in her pool, now expanded. I now know why the slab on the pool had Latin words on it. It was Robert’s little signature. “Oh Lucas? Yes...that man has vigor. He understood the mechanics of this covenant and got me an early 18th century edition of Paradise Lost, hardbound of course. Came from a publishing house in London, whose owner was a friend of the British ambassador. That’s the thing about this covenant, the perks are unparalleled. I specifically choose who’s in and who’s not. In the senate, not far from here, I know of a certain republican who our brothers had restrained and came in him all night while he begged to be filled with more of the covenant’s seed. It’s practically hard to pull some strings from him, but it is doable. The contracts I’ve gotten made me buy this house, which was what God intended now I discovered you next door.” I believe that this man who has his cock in me at this very moment is a reincarnation of Machiavelli. How calculative and precise he was. What did he say to convince of these people to join a secret society like his? Influential people everywhere. Foucault was right, power is exercised, not possessed and Robert exercised his through the covenant. His cock was still in me when we lied on the floor while I listened to his manifesto. He said that his covenant aimed to collect those who understand the grand narrative of how the world works in accepting God’s purpose of the curse that He struck on us sodomites. Quoting Baudrillard and some other philosophers I don’t recognize, I could tell that Robert has crafted his covenant in an enigmatic fashion that only certain knowledgeable people would understand. It was elitist at best and he intentionally kept it that way so that he could procure the crème de la crème. Covered in sweat, he told me that he’s going to shower and brought me to his bathroom. I looked at his marble bath tub and he understood that a bath would be more fitting. It was onyx black and had a few candles around it, still unlit. I can tell that Robert was also a man of taste. It was all Dyptique. Even the ones in his ‘shrine’. It was all in black, custom ordered to display the 7 deadly sins instead of the scent name. He ran the bath water while he sucked my cock, edging me every time I felt like I was about to come by pressing onto my perineum to resist my cum from flowing. When I finally came, we got into the tub. It fit the both of us. By then, the clock was almost 1. “What did you tell your parents about your whereabouts this evening?” “I was actually quite honest. I told them I was here and that you could help me out with a project I was doing on cults.” I half-joked. He gave me a sharp look before I continued. “Well, I told them that you needed some help to touch up your house after you told me that you needed some help so they encouraged me to go since I would be home alone. Plus, my mom actually likes you since you always come home on Sundays from Church with your canollos, never missing her out in the garden. How rare it is to see a man who still remains loyal to God she’d say. Action speaks louder than word though I say, since she hasn’t been to church in forever.” “Canolli. And yes, I find your mother to be very cordial. I wonder if she would still be if she knows you’re here with me now.” “I wonder if she knows that a man who goes to church would also be fucking people into his cult.” “Don’t call it a cult. It’s a covenant. A cult would ask its members to kill themselves. Or celebrities. We don’t cause the Sharon Tates of the world. Cults do.” “Falun Gong is a cult and they seem to be sharing its 5000 years of civilization motto through some stupid meditation and kumbaya every morning. Hardly different than yours when you factor out the Jesus part of it.” I argued. “It’s not a cult either. They don’t call themselves a cult and neither do I when it comes to mine. You will not disrespect it. Blasphemy is what you’ve done. Do not transgress any further.” “Look, there’s no point in even arguing with you. You’re going to just use your ritualistic words to make me do anything you want and that’s why I’m here, with you right now. Your hard on isn’t that subtle.” I could feel his cock under my knee now, indicating that my ass would be worked out again. “And do you want it? In you right now? Don’t think you’re in the covenant yet. I haven’t stopped my medications since a new brother joined a few months ago. Around your age” “You know I will yield to your demand. Who was it?” curious as I was. “A boy who goes to Georgetown. Justin was his name. When I told him where I lived, he asked me whether I knew you. You guys fooled around in high school, no? Just from his stories I can tell how both of you were suitable for this covenant as we need some new young faces. A new generation. To sow the seeds that will be reaped. But don’t worry. I completely forgot about him when I finally saw the person who had taken his virginity.” Jesus was all I can think of. Jesus Christ. If I say it out loud, Robert would chastise me for using the God’s name in vain. Was this all part of the grand narrative that Robert was talking about? Was it my purpose to join this covenant? Was it set in stone for me to accept my role as a brother that would punish those who wish to be punished? “I told Justin that any brothers he thought of bringing must be vetted by me. Who was he? What can he do for the covenant? What contributions can he bring to further realize our mission? Last month, Jason thought of bringing you in, seeing that your parents firm represent some powerful people in this town. Domestic and international. But I wanted to check myself first. Not only are you majoring in math, you’re also minoring in literature. A well-read man is a must to join us. Tell me, is there anyone from Cornell that craves for cocks like mine?” I have underestimated everything about Robert. He had plan everything. The reason why I am here now is because of his forethought and attention to details, just like the way he constructs every project he’s worked on. My parents never told me to pick up law since I detest their work, but I can see now that it’s a possibility, knowing that it would be beneficial to Robert and his mission. Fuck, I really am convinced and attracted by this man. Was I special or was I just another Jason? I didn’t reply but held his cock instead. “Right now, I’m craving.” I said, reaching to him and trying to kiss him before he stood up and threw my head in the tub, as though he was going to drown me. He pushed his cock in me while my head was submerged in the water. He pulled me out at times for me to catch my breathe while making sure that I would suffer. I could feel my own hard on too as he fucked me repeatedly without any breaks. That 10 minutes felt like 10 hours in Gitmo. I came before he did and when he came, he slapped my ass so hard that it imprinted my cheeks. An outline of his palm that took a week to disappear. I was still not satisfied. After we dried off, he escorted me to his bedroom. A California king bed with 4 posters that had linen drapes. Above the headboard, a taxidermized head of a ram was hanged, with a demeaning expression. Its horns were long and curvy which was carved in some writing I couldn’t see properly. Latin I suppose. Robert pushed me on the bed after instructing me to wear a white loincloth made out of silk. It was tied with a rosary bead that had an inverted cross to the front. Who is blasphemous now? I was then tied at each limbs with leather straps that too were decorated with rosary. He then began chanting, “In the name of the true father, the son, and Behemoth, I ask you to submit yourself to me and find it in your soul to accept your role in the covenant for there is no God but me right now in making sure that my cum fills you up, never satiated but desperate for more.” “I submit.” Was all I could say before I felt him thrusting in me again. This time, slowly but never missing a moment to catch his breath. I was worn out but I was only able to plead him to go faster. He then pulled my head up while I was spread out on the bed like an eagle to face the ram above me. For a moment, I imagine it whispering to me in an archaic form of English, “Wouldst thou like to live in sin? Wouldst thou like the seed of thy master? Accept it shaft.” Robert was still thrusting me and I started to imagine that the ram would descend from the wall, forming into some sort of Minotaur, joining Robert. It felt like I was in a trance as I could suddenly see the Minotaur climbing down and going underneath me, inserting his cock into my hole as Robert was too. Double penetration was a first time for me and I shouted even more when they both were fucking me. This continue for a while until I felt the Minotaur coming in me, with cum as hot as boiling water. I now understand what the covenant was. It was something mystical, something that one has to experience. Robert was still in me and still fucking me, about to come. When I came, Robert came too and rested his body on me. Both of us covered in sweat. Suddenly, I looked up and the ram head was back where it was and that it was just Robert and me on the bed. Was I imagining everything? I also felt Robert’s cum in my hole. It wasn’t as heated as I remembered. Was it all real? I couldn’t tell. I wanted to leave immediately because what I couldn’t absorb what had just occurred. I told Michael that I had to go, leaving him confused. I ran to my house with his cum flowing out to my leg and rushed up to my room. My mom knocked the door and asked why I was late. I told her I got carried away watching Robert’s new TV. I went to the window, expecting Robert to be there but he wasn’t. Instead, I saw him open the door to a group of men who were wearing black hoods. Before I got into my bed, I looked in the mirror and saw a scratch on my shoulder that I knew wasn’t Roberts. “What have I gotten myself into?” was the last thought I had in my mind before I dozed off.

Hi, I found some drafts I wrote a few months ago that I thought would be nice to share with you all while. Hope y'all enjoy. The summer I came home from Ithaca, I had some troubles sleeping for the first few weeks. The constructions were still going on next door & I had to open the window to let in the cool summer draft. I woke up in the middle of the night to see how anyone could drill at this hour. I went to my window and saw a man, only in his jocks hammering some planks and placing them on the wall. There were also chains on the floor that he was now drilling to the ceiling. All this in a candle lit room. This man had a firm ass and I could tell he was packing. He was bald but his head was defined, as well as his body. His thighs were smooth and large. I could see his furry chest too while he drilled, packing firm pecks. Don’t get me started on his arms. It was clear that he’s experienced in construction. I starred for what must have been 10 minutes, taking the role of a pepping tom. He then stopped and got to the window and looked at me and took his jock off, jacking his 9 inch off. I looked at him straight in his eyes. He was now smiling. He opened the window and then came, blowing his load out of the window. He put his index finger on his nose to signal secrecy and turned back to blow the candles off, without acknowledging me any further. Before the candles were blown off, it looked like he was prostrating in a circle that the candles were positioned in. I closed my curtains, going to bed with a hard on I couldn’t contain. I woke up in my boxers, stained with cum. I haven’t had a wet dream in ages. I went down and asked Mom and Dad who moved in. Mom told me that it was a man name Robert Costa whose taking over the construction company that went bankrupt last year. Dad then said that “He doesn’t seem like the kind to play for the other team.” Mom told him that he’s only saying that because he’s more muscular than Dad and knows more about tennis when Dad lost his bet on him that Federer was going to lose. I didn’t want to hear them go on so I went out for a jog. I missed running around my neighborhood, going through the parks at night sometimes to cruise. I remembered when I turned 18 three years ago, I sucked my first cock at this very tree I just ran by. The balls I relished on was that of Mr. Courtois who was one of the consulate workers at the Belgian embassy. Mr. Courtois was friendly with my family. He had a wife and his daughter who I did AP Chem together with. I can still recall the moment he realized who I was after blowing his load in me in the dark. “Putain” Was the first thing he said, before asking me what I was doing. “Don’t worry Mr. Courtois. Or is it Monsieur? I wanted it. We don’t have to tell anyone.” I looked at him, with his cum still on my lips. “You should not be here, it’s unsafe for young boys of your age.” Talking to me like a child. “It’s you who shouldn’t be here. Does your family know?” I asked, before he gave a worried look. “Of course not. We must not tell anyone. We cannot. I’m going home now, let me send you home.” In the car, I was playing with his dick while he drove. It was long, hard and bushy. I then told him that if he took the next right, the exit would merge us on Connecticut Ave and that there was a motel that wasn’t too far away. It didn’t take long for him to agree. A little s’il vous plait & j’te veux was all I needed to convince him to fuck me. Thank you Estelle for making me pass 10th grade French. The thing about Mr. Courtois was that he had the perfect dad body. It was not too big nor too muscular. His hair was grey too and he had blue eyes. He was well endowed with a cock length of about 7 inch. And he had some pubic hair. Must be a man who takes care of himself. He was talkative but pensive when he fucked me. I can still remember those words that made my hole wet when he rimmed me. “C’est bon ouais?” Every time I hear those words now, I would get hard like I was Pavlov’s dog. When he inserted his cock into me, I was in heaven. The first cock I’m taking and it belonged to my lab partner’s dad. He said those three words again ramming me non-stop. “Ton cul, c'est extraordinaire…ah putain, tu vas gagner ma bite et l'accueillir.” I don’t even know what he’s saying but I knew it made me flush. I asked him to go faster. For some reason, Mr. Courtois couldn’t stop speaking in French. I had to learn the word vite from him and repeat it like I was yelling feet. I don’t think it’s even in one of my fetishes. “Tu veux mon foutre, oui? Oh putain..“ was his last words before coming into me. Filling my ass and sloshing his cum in me, pulling out and letting it flow like the Pontemac. We cuddled and he said his first comprehensible sentence of that night, in English, “Thank you. I didn’t know you were gay…does Estelle know?” “Je vous en prie” I teased in a high pitched voice. “And yes she does. I think everyone does. Does she know her dad is though?” “Bah.” was all he said and told me that we should go home. Mood killer. The time was almost 5 and I entered the house telling both my parents that I was at Justin’s playing video games and didn’t realize how late it got. This all happened a year ago before I left for college. How inexperienced I was. Last I heard, Mr. Courtois was back in Bruxelles, having his charity co-sponsor bxl pride. Maybe he’s out, maybe he’s not, but I knew I must have affected him in some ways when I saw photos of him clad to a semi muscular twink in harness on Estelle’s Instagram. While standing in front of the fountain at the park now, I could see a man wearing overalls and a white tank top walking towards me. He also had a helmet on. It was the one and only, Robert Costa. “It’s nice to see that ass out in the day.” He said, clearly recognizing me as last night’s voyeur. “Nice to see someone in clothes too.” I joked, transfixed on his eyes now. A dark shade of olive when refracted under the sun. Gorgeous. I can also take a peek of his chest. He then smiled. “Would you like to come over tonight? I just built something and I need to show someone. I don’t know anyone around here. Besides, all that construction must have make you a bit curious.” He asked, full of confidence. “Yeah, sure. 8 sounds good? I think mom and dad are going to be out for dinner at Bourbon Steak. I told them I would go watch the movies instead of mingling with some diplomats I’ll forget but whatever.” “Great.” Was all he said as he left, heading to the pickup truck parked across the bench where we stood. I wore my jock that night and the same pair of joggers with just a hoodie on. By now, I was thinking of whether I would call him Robert or Mr. Costa. Both sounded hot. Robert opened the door in an apron without anything underneath it. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve been used to walking around the house nude. Haven’t had any guests since I moved in. You’re the first! Come in.” He came in for a bear hug and I could feel how huge his balls were underneath the apron. Robert walked back to the kitchen and on his naked back, a bio hazard symbol was tattooed centered right below his nape. Interesting. Robert then showed me his kitchen where he was preparing some drinks. Campari spritz. With the heat that was going on, it was only necessary. “So…I want to try out something.” He said, going to the freezer now and taking out a tray of ice cube but instead of it being cubical, it was cylindrical, like a tube. “How would you like to have a cocktail of cum in your ass?” Wow. How direct. Cut right to the chase. I think my fixation on him last night was all that he needed to know to gauge the kind of a slut I am. I agreed immediately and pulled my pants down and hoodie off, with Robert now being impressed with my jock. “Get up here,” he called me when he went to inspect my ass. He took off the jock and looked at my cock, squeezing it with his other hand choking me now. I didn’t sign up for this, but it made me harder than I was before. “There we go..” he smiled now while gripping my hard cock while inserting one cube in my ass. It felt cold and melted easily in me. In his eyes, I can tell there’s a desire to corrupt and use me. It’s as if he wanted to destroy me and fulfill his dark fucked up fantasies. I hate to admit that I was willing to let my inhibitions go away & fully submit to him. “I still haven’t showed you what I was telling you about.” He then held my hand but this time with care and lead me upstairs into the room he was fixing up. It was a sight that I thought I wouldn’t see. I doubt there were any other houses in our neighborhood that had a room like what Robert had made. To call it a sex dungeon would be dishonest because it wasn’t like its aim was for sex but for something even darker. It was like a shrine. The chains he drilled up were a part of a leather sling. And behind the sling was a tapestry that bared the Sigil of Baphomet. The room was only lit by candles placed on the floor around the sling and that the sling was placed in a circle which Robert had carved. There was also pentagram carved in the circle. If one were to put themselves in the sling, they would face a floor to ceiling mirror that had quotes of Divine Comedy painted black in acrylics. In Italian even. To divert my fascination, I joked. “What’s the font, Hellvetica?” “Funny. You know what these words mean?” I did classics as an elective during freshman year so my memory didn’t serve me well but I can only recognise one stanza which was "Ritorna a tua scïenza, che vuol, quanto la cosa è più perfetta, più senta il bene, e così la doglienza.” “The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain..” or something along those lines from what I could recall. What does this even mean? Clearly I didn’t pay attention much. Robert recited the quote in his native tongue before I told him the meaning. He was surprised and said, “You are perfect. You want to feel pleasure and you want to feel pain. In this room, we’re all sinners. We’re destined for destruction during judgement day. Our sins are set as our aberrations called for it.” I can tell he was into Dante and must have grown up in a religious family. He was Sicilian after all by looking at his Apron that had the words PALERMO printed like something off a postcard. Robert then began to tell me that he’s a part of a covenant that sins and punish themselves. “Aquinas said that we can know things without any form of divine intervention…that God’s light would shine on us naturally to inform us what we must do. When I strayed off the path of God.. I was stung to realize my sin. I then thought that God wouldn’t punish those who went on the beaten path and that I must do it myself..” Fuck. This man is a cult leader, I thought. I was still intrigued given that I had a hard on and melted cum in my ass. “Then God shined another light…that we sinners deserve a second chance. Medication. What a way to deny God’s plans. But it also give me more opportunity to punish others.” What a visionary. I don’t think highly of Robert but his speech and the way he brought himself not only convinced me otherwise, but also convinced me that he sees himself as some sort of a prophet. I can see how he could manage his cult with the way he spoke. “I’m giving you the opportunity to learn more about me. To learn more about yourself. To participate in it. When I looked at you last night, the moon was full and I felt God’s light shined again. I can tell that you’re not religious, but the rituals and the aspects of this covenant make it hard for you to be dissuaded, am I right?” “Yes... but this is too much Robert, I think you’re thinking way too deep on this. It’s not even right if you’re going to just ruin people’s lives in the name of God.” “Well, I’m not ruining their lives and anyone who joins voluntarily does so. You think I’m a man who would rape? Most of our brothers are in on their own will. God’s will. I used to think that I was the only one who felt this way but there are many like me. I can see it in your eyes that you want it too.” He was right. Human beings are irrational and as much as we’d like to live our lives according to reason and truth, it is impossible for us to function in that way all the time. I wanted to join my neighbor’s cult that might affect me for the rest of my life. Was it because of boredom? Fascination? I don’t know. Words really can’t explain why some people do the things they do and my interest in joining Robert only proves it further. I didn’t need him to persuade me any more so I walked toward him and held his face and kissed him. He threw me on the floor and began rimming me. He pushed a finger in me and I groaned a bit. “Yes, don’t stop.” I said while he was pulling it in and out. “You’re very tight. Don’t move.” He commanded. I felt my hole exposed to the humidity and without any warning, he pressed into me with his cock, releasing a scream from me. I should’ve asked him to put more cum in me in the kitchen. I had fully submitted myself to him now. He took long strokes and pressed my nipple hard, telling me that I was beginning to open up. I rocked my hips back to him, accepting his potent cock. He also went slowly at times and fast, making me moan and groan like never before. My head was on the floor with my ass up, with the candles as my only source of light. Without the mirror, the room would be darker but with it, I can see Robert fucking me flat on the floor. As he rocked me deeper, I could feel another part of my hole opening, accepting more of him. He then said, “There it is, we’re just starting to have fun now.” All I could remember for the next half an hour was me being in a state of euphoria. My eyes were rolled back and my arms were shaking. I couldn’t even feel my legs as he rammed into me. I also noticed that every now and then when we were fucking, he would take a pause to breathe heavily. The last time he did this, he held me with his arms and squeezed me tight, not letting me go as he whispered, “Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.” It then registered to me that he had came in me about 7 times. When he was done, we were on the floor, panting while he jerked me off. When I was about to come, he sucked me and ingested all my cum. He then came up for a kiss and I could taste the saltiness of my cum while his and god knows who else’s was flowing out of my hole. While he leaned beside me on the recently varnished oak floor, I broke the silence. “Tell me more about this covenant.”

Hey everyone, I'm glad that you're all enjoying this so far. This is my last (though short) addition before I get myself ready for pride. Maybe I'll find some inspiration to write more during that period. If not, I've already drafted another story that might be as hot as this, if I can manage to finish it and keep you guys occupied. Keep your comments coming & message me if you've any suggestions. I wanted Michael to breed Alex but I thought that it would be too unrealistic on his part. Perhaps I should make Michael fall in love with Brandon? Or should Alex be Nate's bitch? As for the protagonist, where will he end up? Let me know ; ) --- I got home and walked into Michael squatting on a dildo and fucking with it with his ass jumping like he was on a pogo stick, maintaining his arch. “Hey, wanna try this out?” he jumped off and took my clothes off. As I sat on it, I started to feel how long it was, and deep it reached into me. How did Michael hopped on this thing? I screeched and Michael kept pushing me down on it. I could only let out screams before its pitch made me voiceless as I got pushed down deeper. Michael then said, “Naughty boys need to be taught a lesson, don’t they?” I can tell how much he was enjoying this. He also likes to go on his bravado when he torments me sexually. “Now, I know I told you I didn’t mind you fucking Alex. But I did not know that you were fucking Brandon too.” I was pleading for him to stop, not withstanding anymore inches. “That was a mistake on your part. For that you must be punished.” Finally he slammed me down, sending me to a level of pain and pleasure I never thought existed. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m also sorry for telling Alex that I love him.” I cried, tears now forming while smiling at him, trying to push his buttons further. He pulled me out of the dildo and threw me on the cross. He took out a box with a whip and started my punishment. The first hit felt fine but the more he hit, the painful it got. I could only beg and scream in a mixture of lust and mercy. I was in tears. Tears of joy. Tears of pain. I then felt him stop and I could feel my body being slathered with some kind of lube that was cold. I really doubt that it was vicks. I then felt Michael’s finger in my hole and then a buttplug so huge it was anchoring my ass. When Michael took out the restraints, he slapped my face and my ass. He went straight to the bathroom to wash himself up. I’m still not sure what that meant but he didn’t have any objections when I crawled into bed with him. He also hate fucked me later that night when he pulled the plug out of me. After he came, he inserted it back. “You’re not going to fuck anyone for the next one week. If you do, I’m going to kick you out.” “Just like Nate?” He then kept quiet. I knew he didn’t mean it. He couldn’t. So we slept, without any word being spoken. Work was tiring and life started to get boring once I was on my meds. Michael and I started to live normally, fucking like a regular couple and hosting our parties every now and then. I was somehow unfulfilled. I might as well be a stepford wife. Strange. The thing about this family was, they get boring quite quick. Kate, Alex and Michael. I had to rotate my fucks through them to make them interesting. It would come to no surprise that I then started to spend most my evenings with Nate after work. His fucking was always top notch and his dick was quality. Every time we fuck, though it wasn’t on the same level as Michael’s, drove me mad. I reckon that my ass wouldn’t be damaged any more thanks to Nate. One night, when I was in bed with Michael, I got a call from Alex. Michael asked to turn the speaker on. “Hey.” “Hey Alex. How are you feeling these days?” “Good. Great. Changed. Brandon and I thought of going to the clinic after you left but I told him that we didn’t have to worry bout anything. I told him that the brotherhood meant that you were in the Freemasons. He really believed me.” He joked and continued.. “Last week, we both got tested and he came out in tears. After my turn, I somehow felt a bit happy. I can’t believe you did the both of us like that. Thank you. I’ve convinced him that it doesn’t change anything. He still hasn’t left me yet so I must be doing something right.” Michael was beginning to have a hard on as he heard this and looked at me with a face that conveyed how proud he was of me. “So what do you want now, Alex? Technically it’s you who sealed your fate and his. Withholding that kind of information. What’s the Hippocratic oath again?” I asked rhetorically. “I don’t know… don’t I get to attend these parties now? Officiate me or something?” Michael then looked at me and shook his head while signalling no while gripping my hand. “Actually, we’re doing one soon. This Friday. Do come. Bring Brandon along. Show him this beautiful world we’re in now.”

Alex stood, stunned trying to process what he just witnessed. As he said Oh my god, I came into Brandon, probably stinging him too given that I tore him ass out. I pulled out and turned to face Alex. My cum was already leaking out of Brandon when I popped my cock out of him. Alex said what the fuck repeatedly until Brandon ran to him, with my cum flowing through his leg. “I’m so sorry babe, please I didn’t know what I was doing.” “Fuck you. And fuck you.” Alex said while pointing at me. He went straight upstairs while I told Brandon to stay here and not to let my cum leak any further. “Who are you to say that?” replied Brandon. “The owner of that cumdump you call husband. And you’re going to listen my orders or else I’ll destroy your ass. I can steal Alex right now and he wouldn’t think twice. You and I know this.” I firmly said. Brandon kept quiet and sat on the couch, turning on the TV. Good of him to keep my cum in. I went upstairs and I entered the master bed room but no one was there. I head to my room and of course he was seated on my bed expecting me. “I had a feeling you were going to fuck him. I didn’t know he was that easy.” “When you’re settling for knockoffs, you can’t expect much.” I joked. No more words were necessary for me to start fucking Alex. I pulled his shirt off and make out with him, tasting his dried tears on his cheeks. I spit into him and licked his neck all the way to his nipples. I then hit a dent and realized he now had a nipple piercing. Kinky. I twisted it and hear him gasp. I giggled and went down to his dick and savored it like how he always likes, balls in my mouth and my head rapidly bouncing on it. Alex had to stop me and say “Please fuck me now.” I went further down to his bushy blonde crack and probed my tongue and swirled it, clockwise and anticlockwise. This always made Alex scream. I then pushed my finger into him. I could see that he was sniffing some poppers now. My, my. How experienced Alex was now. As I my digits were in him, dialing his moans out that reminded me of our college years, I started telling him how I’m going to give him a life changing experience. “You always do.” He said. How romantic. “This won’t be like the previous times, Alex. You’re going into join into my special group now. I’m going to mark you because I think you’re special. And I want us to be closer too.” I can see that his eyes opened in shock now but I then pushed a fist into him to continue his moaning. “Please, don’t. I’m not ready. I wanted it once but I don’t want it now.” “Don’t fight it Alex. You and I were meant for this. Only certain people understand the kind of bond we have. I’m giving you an opportunity to free yourself. Okay?” I said in my attempts to influence him, all while rubbing his belly with my fingers still in him. I then looked at him with those eyes I always gave when I was expecting him to blow my dick. “Okay, he said.” Giving me all his trust. “I know you can do it.” I said as I smiled and rim into his hole for the last time before plunging my cock into him. Alex shouted immediately and I told him hush. I slowly fucked him at first, missionary. I then flipped him doggy style like we always do and started to stretch him out. He was begging for me to cum now. “Tell me you need a part of me Alex. That we’re to be complete as one.” “Fuck, I need it. Give it to me please. I want to carry it.” Alex whimpered. Was this how he was when he wanted to join the Brotherhood years ago? “You’re going to do so much better than that, Alex. You’re better than this.” I didn’t break my pace and I could feel his second hole opening now hitting his prostate. “Fuck me. Claim me. Infect me. Take all of me please. Load me with your seed please. I need it.” He shouted, almost on the verge of tears. “Oh, Alex I fucking love you.” I let out, before busting my load him him. Was it 9 or 12 bolts, I don’t know. I just knew that I had fucked it all up by saying those words. At least my mission was one. When Alex heard me utter those words, he too came. We came at the same time. As hot as it was, I didn’t feel as accomplished as I thought I would when I realized that in the process of getting what I want, I also began to understand myself more. I harbored deep feelings for Alex. And now it’s out. Both Alex and I laid on the bed in silence, starring at the ceiling, hands held together. “Did you mean that?” Here, we go. “Maybe. Don’t think of it too much.” I retorted. Brandon then came up and said, “Are you guys done? What the fuck happens now, huh?” I was actually thankful he got up because I wanted to leave and avoid dealing with Alex. I then told both of them that I won’t argue and I will leave. They both actually agreed. I then told them that I’d like to watch them fuck first. Straight to action and to my surprise, Brandon jumped into the spot that I was in and started making out with Alex. I then started to pack my things as they continued. When I was done, I could see Brandon starting to fuck Alex. They fuck like a pair of recently out Mormons. So soft and devoid of any ambitions. There was no aura of sleaze in it. Maybe a bit sleazy if we consider that they both are carrying my seed. As they fucked, I watched and told them that I was going off now. I only heard uh-huh before I went out of the door and shout, “BY the way Alex, your dad fucked me into the Brotherhood, if you know what I mean.” I hurried out to go to my Uber as I hear Brandon asking “What?”. I could see Alex giving me a blank stare from his bedroom window when I got into the car before driving off to South Station. I’ve only been here for 12 hours. It was almost 6 am so I thought of getting the next bus back to Manhattan. En route to home, I began to wonder whether it was worth claiming Alex if I was just going to spoil it by telling him that I love him. At least I stung Brandon. Either way, they’re both in for a surprise. I know that they would either head to the clinic or just accept their fate cause I didn’t see any Truvada pills in their bathrooms. Just Viagra. Pathetic.

Hi. It's been great writing up these stories. This is the only place where I don't have to hide my thoughts. Thanks again for the sweet words. ❤️ --- The next two weeks, I woke up with a pang in my head and I could tell that a flu was coming in. How turned on I was when it happened. Michael and I walked to the clinic with our hands together. As soon as the results was out, Michael smiled. My VL was at its highest. We celebrated by getting drunk and fucking each other that night. Michael had also gotten some coke to really mark it as a celebration. We fucked like animals that night. My meds was coming in a few weeks, giving me a window to fuck Alex. How my plan is now set in motion. The next day, feeling down from the amount of lines I did, I texted Alex a photo of Michael, sleeping with half the blanket covering his bare ass. “Should I fuck your dad? I’ve been resisting it since I got here. He wouldn’t though cause he loves Kate so much.” “Love? Lol that’s bullshit. And gross. Fuck me instead. It’s been weeks since you said you wanted to come by.” “Tonight. I’m taking Monday off. I’m actually getting on the bus in a few hours. See you.” “Wait, what? Where are you going to stay? Brandon is still here.” “You got a spare room right? Kat told me she stayed with you last month. Last I heard, you’re doing quite well.” “We won’t be able to do anything then.” “Hah, don’t get your hopes up ;- )”, I sent before getting on my bus. Alex really was doing well. He lived in South End, in one of those gentrified brownstones that Michael never liked. Brandon opened the door and I could tell why Alex married him. He looked like me. It was jarring. A less hotter version of me albeit taller. My narcissism made me want to fuck him though, pondering whether it would be considered masturbation. Brandon told me that Michael had a night shift and that I should make myself feel like home. We kicked it off and started drinking a bottle of wine I bought from the Walgreens near Port Authority. Brandon then asked me if I smoked pot. I forgot that it was actually legal here. We got stoned and I finally asked, “I know this sounds weird, but don’t you think we look a bit similar?” We were built the same, we had similar facial structure, and besides the difference in the size of our foreheads and my manbun, we basically had the same body hair pattern. “Hah, I actually thought of the same. Maybe we’re cousins or something. I only know that my great grandfather was Dutch.” “Makes sense. My mom descended from a Dutch family too. No wonder you were at the door already when I said I would be here at 9.” “And you were punctual, too. Would it be incest if we fucked?” He laughed. Oh Brandon, me fucking your husband would be incest since I was going to impregnate him with his father’s seed. But you know what would be a hotter idea? If I planted my seed in you and you give it to him instead. That would be even better. “No, Brandon. I doubt we’re that closely related. You’re probably a 5th cousin 3 times removed . Why? Are you into it?” I said, sensing the mood changing. “No, man. That’d be weird. Porn, maybe. But not real life.” He responded. I could see that he was having a hard on now. “So what’s that, then Brandon?” I looked at his hard on, and then back at mine. I pulled him closer and started pulling his clothes off. “No this isn’t happening. I know you and Alex have had history. I don’t want to get into this.” “Oh don’t be a prude, Brandon. You want me to fuck you. You want to know what it’s like to have someone that looks like you fuck you. I can tell you never miss a chance to look into the mirror cause I do that too. Maybe our ancestors fucked for us to have this moment now.” I told him seductively. Brandon gulped and looked at me. I can see that his hard on was outlining the lycra he was wearing. I pulled it off and dived my mouth in. While he was reclined on his sofa, I began rimming him and probing my fingers into him. He was panting now. I then asked him if I can fuck him. He said yeah hesitantly. I shoved my cock into him and let out a moan which he mirrored too. I piston fuck him to save time and ensure that my seed was planted into him quick. It really felt like I was fucking another version of me. I then heard the door open while I had his legs on my arms, deep in Brandon with his eyes rolled up, about to come closer to the gift I have.

As always, I appreciate the kind words. I couldn’t help but to continue writing more immediately after getting some positive feedback in my inbox ;- ). I hope that the next chapter will keep you entertained. I welcome any suggestions/criticisms and will try to add in more if any of you have any ideas. I also deliberately decide to not name the protagonist to let you picture yourself in his position. I prefer writing from a first person perspective anyway. --- The next 10 men who bred me continued to be as amazing as the previous ones. Each of them who fucked me felt different. I could feel the length, girth, and size of their balls thrusting into me. Cum was spilling out of my hole but I was still tight. I guess I was born for this. Even though I was being fucked for hours, I never felt bored. How I could contain my hard on in that chastity ring remains a mystery. As I was taking in my 24th or maybe 25th breeder, Michael came up to me and let me know that I was doing really well. “Take it all in. No regrets now.” He whispered with his fingers in my mouth. “I love you so much.” I said, surrendering myself fully for the first time by uttering those words that haven’t been said since I first had him in that hotel. Michael then looked at me and smiled. If it weren’t for the presence of the brotherhood, I was certain that he was tearing up a bit seeing the state I was in. “Me too, me too.” After the last person fucked me, Michael ended the night by taking my chastity off and jerk my cock off till I shot an uncountable amount of loads. After we were done, the first thing Michael said was, $25,000. That’s how much we made in 5 hours of broadcasting my fuck. 8,632 viewers. Someone had dropped $5,000 after the first 2 hours. The rest, was history. It must have been one of those premium channels that only a certain niche of subscribers could access to. “Not one of my highest though. Henry, the one with the huge balls had made me $45,000 before. You can see this Brotherhood as a coop if you’d like since I take half of it and the rest is shared equally among us. But tonight, it’s all yours since you just got here.” Lovely. I had sold my cunt for 25 grand. I have to make up to Michael in some way so I went to the leather man to get a pair of chaps and boots. While I was browsing through the vests and other leather wear that engrossed me, the assistant, a huge daddy who was wearing a tight black tanktop asked me, “That was you last night, was it?” I didn’t know what to say but to give a confused stare, before he continued, “At Michael’s. On the sling? Begging everyone to load you up and claim you into the Brotherhood?” I then saw how bushy his beard was and I connected the dots immediately. I smiled and nodded. “Of course. The 20th guy. The one who was surprised that I was still tight. How can I forget a night like that. Or a beard like that.” I answered, feeling my cock starting to rise. “Any friends of Michael’s is mine too. It is a Brotherhood after all. Anything you want is half priced. There’s more behind. Come. ” He said, leading me into another part of the store where an even larger collection of leather wears were displayed. I also then realised that he had closed the door. The room was stale and humid, indicating that the room wasn’t open to public. “I think you need a pair of bands. It’ll look good on your arm. And some new butt plugs. The one we plugged into you that night wasn’t good enough. It was for rookies. I can tell you’re way past novice now.” He then took out 3 different kinds of buttplugs with the largest being almost the size of an ostrich egg. They were all metal and had its bottom embezzled in black crystals. He then took out a 5 different kinds of jocks, two being animal printed but in leather and the others being your standard football jock. Each jock also had a cockring. I was starring at everything in awe. Finally, he took out a leather collar with the word cumdump and a bondage hood in rubber. With everything being laid on the table, he gave me an interesting sales pitch. “Now, I can sell you all these for $500, with a discounted price of $250. Or I can fuck you now, and every load I give you will get you an extra $50 off.” Cheeky. Who said you can’t mix business with pleasure especially when you have a dominant daddy who has bred you and whose name you don’t even know? He could’ve just told me that it’ll be free if he gave me 5 loads. Selling really is an art. “I can see how this place survives now. I’ll take your second offer. Michael would’ve preferred it anyway.” I said, pulling my pants off, getting closer to him and biting his lips, feeling his hard on that I’ve seen since I got in the store. “Michael is really lucky.” He said, suddenly licking my face and snogging it, getting me hard. He threw me on the table and suddenly restrained me with a chain that was kept under it. He held my ass and spit on my hole, probing me and circling it. I yelped and told him to go deeper. He then took out a huge dildo, probably around 18 inch and pushed it in me, sending me on another pane of pleasure. My eyes were rolling as he told me, “You know, you might be Michael’s carrier, and I know nothing would break that bond, but I can take you on a journey to open up your deeper desires.” Still thrusting the dildo in me. He was right in a way. His dick was huger and longer. He was big, but it would be a nice change to Michael’s toned figure. With this daddy, I can cushion myself in him, making spooning feel like I’m wearing a warm mink blanket. “You don’t know what Michael and I have. I can be your bitch and cumdump and Michael wouldn’t care because he and I have something that can’t be explained.” “So, you accept my proposal?” He took out the dildo and I could now feel the tip of his cock. “Certainly.” I replied willingly. With that, he got into me and fucked me like a pig who hadn’t been fed in years. 5 loads I thought to myself. All for free fetish gear. How beautiful my life has turned out to be. This daddy was quick to come. He came in me 5 times within 20 minutes. It must have been lunch time because no one came in the store. After his last load, he started licking from my hole up to my mouth, with his cum spreading in a line on my back, mixed with both his and my sweat. He then asked me for my name. I replied and asked his. “Nate.” He replied, confusing me as I instantly thought of Michael’s previous lover. Or was it just a coincidence? Looking back, Michael never showed me any photos of Nate, and he was sad but always annoyed when I ask of him. “Wait.. didn’t Michael and you...” “He said I’m dead, right? Of course he did. Did he say I died in Long Island? I hear sometimes he say Fire Island. Still the same Michael. We never spoke of what happened but I’m always at his breeding parties. It’s the only time I’m back at that loft I used to call home. It’s interesting how even after everything that happened, we still respect the code of the brotherhood.” I was confused even more. Why wouldn’t Michael acknowledge him? How can Michael talk about him as though he was dead? How often does he talk to Michael? Was I going to be discarded like Nate had been, flagged as a dead to the man who made me discover myself? “What happened? I can’t believe this. He always avoided talking about you.” “Well, I guess it was partially my fault. You see, I’ve always told him to try and reconnect with his family. He told me about Kate and Alex. One night, I was at West Side Club alone and I saw this hot man who looked like a younger version of Michael. Unlike Michael, he was blonde. He too was alone and I could tell it was his first time. I was attracted to him instantly. I walked over and started talking to him. “You’re a sexy stud. Is it your first time?” “Yeah, I just moved into the city. Feeling a bit adventurous.” “What’s your name?” “Alex.” “Well Alex, what are you looking for tonight?” I asked him, not realizing that this boy could be my lover’s isolated son. “Nothing too extreme. I’m just trying to forget tonight.” He responded, telling me how he was having feelings for his sister’s boyfriend that was about to be his brother-in-law. I then asked him more and he told me how he would always blow this dude every thanksgiving, feeding on his cum more than cranberry sauce. I told him that he shouldn’t worry and I guided my cock to his mouth. He was a good blow actually. I then fucked him hard without any mercy. He screamed good. I really did a stretch on that one. After we were done, I asked more about him and he said that he just started his residency at NYU and so on. He also told me of his father who was living here and how he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to contact or not. The curious part of me made me ask his father’s name. As I heard the first name, I instantly got hard and told him that I had to leave because he was too young for me. I didn’t even tell him my name. I couldn’t get my mind off of the fact that I fucked Michael’s son.” “When I told Michael, he got angry at me. He told me that he didn’t want to combine his life here with his previous life. We were still on good terms at that point but what broke the camel’s back was when I started to look up on Alex and found out that he was interning at the hospital Michael and I go to. I decided to schedule a meeting with him and his dad once and that was when Michael came home and was livid. It’s probably because he didn’t want his son to know of his condition. I mean, who cares, we’re undetectable at this point. Maybe he had always built this illusion that he could have separate lives. Anyway, he got angry at me that he decided to ‘kill’ me in a sense where he dismissed the last 20 years we were together, as though it was nothing. He said that there was no point now that it’s combined.” As I listened to Nate, I can see it all coming together now. Why Michael wanted me. Not only because he loved me for the way I was but because he’s deciding to embrace his hidden life with his previous one and combine it as one. What other way to prove this but to fuck your son-in-law? Incest was not in his cards and I know that Michael was not that extreme to fuck Alex. Which is why he wanted Alex to stay far from the Brotherhood. Nate continued, “At first, I thought it would be any normal fight we usually have but one day, he packed all my things. Ridiculous. I was in no mood to argue cause our breeding party was in a few days. I asked him whether I was still welcomed and he told me, “Strictly for the parties” like I was a fucking caterer. Other than that, we don’t contact each other anymore. We have fucked a few times during those parties but it was all temporary. Every time I fucked him and he says that he wants me back, I am dealt with rejection and no text back. It’s been 4 years now so I’m getting used to it.” If only Nate knew what I was going to do with Alex. Or if he knew that I was the brother-in-law that Alex desperately wanted. I love how Michael and I have a secret relationship. Sure, people know we’re together. But no one here knows who I am. I told Nate thanks for the leather gear and the story but I met Michael online and I was from Rochester. The fact that Alex didn’t name me saved my ass from being put in an even more peculiar situation. I left the store, with new gears and fresh load in my hold. When Michael got home, he asked me what I bought. I told him that my ass was loaded with Nate’s and that everything in the paper bag was a 5 cum-load discount. “So, you met him.” “How do you even tell people that your ex is dead? Isn’t that a bit rude? I didn’t know you can be so dramatic. To think that I sympathise with you when we first met with your sob story of Nate.” “Please, even before we fucked you were already in love with me when you saw my P.A. at that urinal. You couldn’t hid your lips pursing, containing your salivation for me. Plus, that was all the past. Why are we digging it back? Are you into Nate now? Wow, you really love me that you want to screw everyone I love and loved, don’t you?” he taunted me. I was silent. I really don’t know why I was so involved with Michael. I have never been fixated on someone for so long. It’s as though he had been a part of me since forever. I used to not believe in the concept of soulmates but I think with Michael, it was because no matter who I fucked, he was still the only one that would satisfy me. With Alex, it was another foreign territory but that’s because of our limited experience in only having vanilla sex. Perhaps he could be a contender. But I know Nate was all for show. “Maybe. Are you angry? Has my flare worn out since I might be carrying your seed now? Am I now just part of your brotherhood and that you’re scouting for another potential cumdump to replace me?” I snarked. He came up to me, pulled me from my shirt and pushed me on the wall, touching my mouth first before kissing me. “No one could replace you. You know that. I know we like to tease, but don’t hurt my feelings.” He said, kissing me more and slurping my ear, sending me to an overdrive. I don’t know whether I regretted saying what I said because if not, I wouldn’t be pushed up the wall now. He then looked me in the eyes, “Okay? I love you.” He finally said. After 48 hours. Took him long enough. “Okay” I said before he carried me into the room and fucked me missionary style. I arched my hip on to him, pulling him in with my hole. This was one of the fucks we’ve had where we didn’t just fuck for the sake of it being a fuck. It was love. I know this because his facial expression wasn’t with lust but with care. I could feel his load in me now and I started to come hands free. Having my cum jetted on my chest and face, Michael slowly licked them up and kissed me. We looked at each other while laying on the bed. “I need you to know that you’re different. I trust you and I need you to trust me. I’ve never felt like this with anyone. Nate was holding me back. I knew that I couldn’t get him involve with my family.” “Yeah. Don’t worry. Let’s forget what I said. I didn’t know it would hurt your feelings. I’m sorry. I just thought that we were still teasing. You’re special to me too, Michael. And I trust you too but I still have some doubts that this won’t last.” “Don’t ever say that.” He said as he pulled me up and fucked me with my hands on the headboard now. Planting in me another 2 loads. “I hope you are initiated soon so that we don’t have any doubts any more. Whatever happened today, just forget about it. I’m not going to disallow you from fucking Nate, but please don’t mention him. Even during our parties.” “I won't.” Was the only response that was needed before we slept. As long as I have his permission to fuck Nate, I was okay. Even if Michael was bored of me, I know Nate would go for his sloppy seconds.

Thank you all for the response. I started this story very stoned so I apologize for any weird syntax. This was all written in a night & so I've been breaking it up and doing my best to polish it here & there. Might continue more after this but for now, here's what I last wrote. Appreciate your feedback and hope to add more soon if I get inspired, or if you've any suggestions/ ideas. 😉 cheers xx --- I woke up to Michael’s arm around me. His hand was on my chest while he circled his finger around my right nipple, pinching it in intervals. He had planted around 12 loads in me last night. We practically fucked every 40 minutes. I didn’t feel as satisfied as I would since he told me that he had to finish his medications so he was still undetectable. As he kissed me and held my balls, he told me that he couldn’t wait to initiate me in 4 weeks. I suddenly got hard and the next thing I knew, Michael was drilling me. Morning sex never felt so good when your hole is filled with warm cum. During breakfast, Michael saw the greyhound webpage on my laptop and chuckled as he asked me if I’m really going to Boston. I told him that I will after I carry his seed in me I kissed him goodbye before he left for work. I then spent the whole day enjoying my solitude. I entered Michael’s ‘playground’ and went to the computer, trying to see if my fisting video still exists. As soon as I clicked through the files corresponding to the date I first came here, I saw a video titled “My precious fuck getting fisted. $200.” I opened it and I saw myself on the sling. How I looked so different 3 years ago. I scrolled through my phone to find Alex’s number. I transferred the video to my phone and immediately sent it to him. Within 2 minutes, he replied, “Who is this?” “Don’t play dumb, Alex. Can you really say no to this?” I replied with a photo of my hard on. “Get a job. Kate told me how you’re now living your best gay life”. “I am! Aren’t you? Kate doesn’t seem to sound bitter like you do. In fact, I was just on the phone with her last week.” “Fuck off.” “You know you want to be fisted by me, just like how your dad fisted me.” “Wait, that’s you in the video?” I didn’t reply and continued my day going through craigslist, unaware of what I was applying for. I finally felt free, with no obligations in Michael’s loft. I also went back into his playground, trying the different sizes of dildo and buttplugs that he had for hours, experimenting how deep I could go. I even found a string of anal beads and inserted it into me, enjoying each bead entering my hole as it got narrower to the plug. I pulled out and let out a moan mixed with a sigh of relief. When I was done, I checked my phone to see the messages had Alex that I ignored. Mostly Heys and Are you there?. Watching that video of me having my insides out must have made him want me again. Finally, another text came that got my attention. “I want to see you.” I called him that night and we talked. He told me how he is married to a man name Brandon who teaches at BU and that he was now working at Mass General. I told him bout what happened between Kate and I. I also told him that money was tight so I could only go to Boston next month. He offered to come down but I told him that I was still looking for a job. Little did he know, I was preparing a special gift for him. I stayed in on Friday night while Michael was working at the bar. Bored, I called Alex and he picked up instantly. He told me that Brandon was at a conference in Toronto. I started to take my pants off and candidly tell him how I was stroking my cock. Alex too was naked when I and had a dildo in him. I listened to him moan through the phone. I instructed him to thrust it deeper into him. The minute he came and screeched “shit”, I started ejaculating on the sofa. I passed out afterwards with my pants off dreaming of how Alex could still bring that part of me out after all these years and that I might still want him. Michael came home at about 4 and carried me to the bed. I felt my plants slid off completely exposing my bare ass. Lying on the bed, I felt his cock pushing into me as I moan in my sleep. While fucking me, he asked me whether I’m going to fuck Alex like he’s fucking me now. He came three times within 20 minutes and kissed me on the cheek before turning the lights off. I could tell how drunk he was cause he was more aggressive than usual because his kisses on me lingered of Jack Daniel. Or maybe he was a bit jealous that I still had my eyes on Alex. Either way, both conjectures only turned me on more. The next few weeks leading up to my initiation passed by quickly. I had gotten a new job overlooking some risk modeling projects thanks to Michael’s old friends. I owed a lot to Michael at this point and I knew that he would soon be rewarded as the day of my initiation comes closer. I still thought of Alex, wondering whether married life was working out for him. We still called each other when Brandon wasn’t around. Unlike him, I didn’t have to hide it from Michael. He also thinks that his dad fisting me was a onetime thing. I assured him that I was uncomfortable and that I consider Michael as more of a dad to me. After all, he offered me to stay at his place when I decided to move to NY. He didn’t know that we were fucking at every chance we had. Alex has always been naïve. Maybe that’s why I do actually like him as much as I hate to admit it. Something about his innocence made me want to corrupt it. Granted, I would get my wish soon. The day of my initiation finally came and Michael told me how his recent VL check was off the charts. It was still daytime but it didn’t matter. I had my lips on his cock the minute he got back from the clinic and I was sucking it like my life depended on it. Michael came and said that I shouldn’t waste his cum. Night fell and the Brotherhood started to turn up. Michael started by saying that tonight, there would be only 1 initiation given that only 30 people showed up. Deep down, I knew he wanted me to be the only cumdump. His cumdump. The original 20 came too so I knew that I would definitely carry Michael’s strain. It was February after all so I didn’t have any high hopes that I would get a huge celebration. I was a bit surprised at first that I would be the only one getting fucked. Michael assured me that he cleared up this month’s breeding session from any new members to specially welcome me. Cat’s out of the bag. Either way, it didn’t matter. This was the point of no return and I was focused on seeing Alex once I know that I was carrying his father’s seed. Michael got me wearing a black leather jock that night. As he hung me on the sling he asked me whether I would like to wear the same bondage mask I had worn 3 years prior. He said that if I wore the mask, we could go live and make money. It was a Friday night after all. “I value privacy so I want you to know that I only broadcast if it’s anonymous.” I kissed him to signal my consent before he put the mask on me and I whispered to him that the idea that I wouldn’t be able to see my breeders is one of my darkest desires. As he heard this, he got hard and the rest of the Brotherhood started laughing with one of them asking if the breeding has started. I was put on to the sling and I could feel my head trying to adjust to the angle that my body was in. I didn’t think of what would happen next but I suddenly felt my jock being pulled out and my dick going through a cold metal ring. A chastity cage. I heard my jock snap back and I could suddenly feel hands going through my whole body with my orifices being explored, tongue and finger wise. As this happened I could also tell that I was being rimmed. I also felt their mouths invading mine. This happened for about 10 minutes until I hear the sound of a gong being struck, signalling the next procession. The waves of hand and tongues that I felt on my body started to disappear with my nipples suddenly being pinched and clamped to a chain that acted as a necklace. I shouted but I could feel my arms were being further restrained by the members. I then felt a palm on my stomach and a pinch on my hole piercing me. I let out a tiny mix of screech and moan before experiencing my first cock of the night. His hands were all I need to know. The same roughness that he always had. It was Michael’s. Michael maintained a steady pace. I could feel the beads of his sweat dropping onto my chest as he pulled me in closer, taking his time to peck me and play with my tongue. He started to picked up the pace to cut short and make way for the rest of the patrons of that night. “Are you ready for this?” He whispered into my ears without adjusting his pace. “Maybe you’re carrying my seed already, given that we’ve fucked every day since you arrived. But making it official only makes this bond real. Do you really want my seed and join us?” he held my head this time, rocking it while fucking me relentlessly. “Of course I want it. I need it. Since Day 1. Please come in me Michael. I have to carry your seed. Please don’t stop” I tried to say in my heavy breaths while he was jackhammering me. “That’s a good bitch. I welcome you to the Brotherhood.” He said, finally about to come. I’ve already felt his precum building up in me but when his cum shot into me, it felt like bullets were hitting inside of me. It was electrifying. All while both of us held each other, covering in sweat and cum. The next few people who came were fucking me in ways that I could never imagine. To compare their fucking styles with Michael would do a disservice. They each were on their own league. By the time the 20th member had been screwing me, I could start feeling my hole losing up. “You’ve had 20 guys shoot in you and you’re still tight. Oh, dude.” I couldn’t see him but I could hear his voice and imagine him to have a huge built as I could feel the tremors in my thighs as he pounded me. As he got closer to my mouth I could also tell that he had a bushy beard. He even spit into me. I willingly swallowed. Before he was about to come he started gripping on my shoulders and squeezed me till I started to let out a louder moan. When he came, he slammed me into him and I screamed, opening my second hole and accepting his seed. If I didn’t have the chastity cage, I would have shot buckets of cum hands free. I can tell that I was already having blue balls. I had an hour left and I was still hungry for more cum.

After 4 years of being married, Kate and I started to have doubts in our relationship. We had tried for a kid but neither of us could dedicate ourselves to a child. Kate’s rough childhood didn’t give her the confidence she needed to be a mother and my selfishness made me less incline to the idea of fatherhood. We decided to separate on our 3rd year anniversary after we realized that neither of us had remembered the date. It was only when we opened a card from our caterers wishing us did we notice how stale our relationship had went. We split amicably, true to its words. Kate told me that she had actually found someone new, 2 months into our separation. I was relieved because I know that there was always someone better out there for her. We both decided to sell the house and find our own place, seeing that it would be fair. Lust prevailed and I decided to move to New York, thinking that I would restart my life. As soon as the papers were signed, I called Michael. “I haven’t talked to Kate in months. She only mentioned that you two were separated the last time she called me. So why are you calling me now?” “Because I want you. I need you.” “Looks like the table has turned. Why after 4 years?” “Why after 7?” “You’re lucky that I’m still here, same old me. And that I’m a hard man to please. I got on my medications again since you left and I haven’t stopped since. Would you like me to stop?” “Yes, please.” “Then get your ass here now.” I took the bus this time to NY since I had quit my job and decided to move in with Michael. I had some savings that could last me for a year but I was hoping that I would land something within 3 months. The minute I saw Michael I jumped into his arms and kissed him. Within those 3 years, I had grown my hair shoulder length and frequently tied it into a bun. Michael looked leaner than before, with his biceps a bit larger than how I remembered. Still, the feeling was the same. During dinner, I asked him when was the last time he had heard from Alex. He told me that Alex got married to an architect from Atlanta and that they were living in Boston now. “He came here last month, asking to join the Brotherhood but I wouldn’t allow it. He told me how he would find other groups to be initiated but I told him that it won’t be the same as having your own flesh & blood.” The way I saw Michael’s thought process was impressive because I had doubts at how twisted he could possibly be. I then asked Michael if I was initiated and I initiate Alex after, would he allow it and recognize Alex as part of his Brotherhood? Michael thought on it for a while and I can see the outline of his cock beginning to form in his shorts. “It’s your choice. When it comes to you, I’ll always make an exception. And yes, I undoubtedly would have to accept him in. But I wonder, why Alex? Is it just to spite me or do you genuinely think the bond you have with him can be compared to ours?” “Michael, I fucked Alex before I fucked you. I know you’re the kind to flatter himself but this is one of those instances where it’s not entirely about you. I also want to fuck him to test if he’s still not over me after all these years. I love a challenge especially if the prize has a bonus. Imagine, being connected to your son not only through just genes but me. What an ego boost. Doesn’t that turn you on?” Michael could only form smile from his end and said, “You keep surprising me, you know.” before taking his pants off and forcing me to suck his hard cock.

Thank you. I guess we'll find out soon

Alex wasn’t done with his lunch yet and I decided to reheat some of the food that Kate left. I sat beside him. There was still half a bottle wine left on the table. Nevertheless, I took out a six pack from the fridge and placed between us. Alex and I continued drinking as I told him about my weekend with his dad. I explained to Alex that Michael was actually hosting a breeding party. I lied a little and said that I overheard his conversation with his friends with the loud fuck noise that played throughout the night. I didn’t tell him what was in the room or that I was still bruised from how stretched out my ass was, just that there was a room where the breeding happened. Alex listened to me attentively as he finished his 3rd can of beer not realizing that he was spotting a massive hard on. I laid my hand on his and got closer to him, pecking him on his lips. We started to make out and I lead him upstairs to my room where we took our clothes off. I pulled his pants off and laid him on my bed. I started to lick his balls and his cock. Starting from the tip, I would licked down to his hole, applying the same technique his dad had done on me. In some twisted way, I felt highly turned on that whatever Michael had done to me, I was trying to do the same to Alex. The only difference is that the way Alex felt about me could never be compared to the way I feel for his dad. Alex was moaning now and before he knew it, I was fucking him aggressively, picturing him as one of the cumdumps at Michael’s that night. I asked Alex whether he wanted my cum. Before I could even finish my question he was already shouting Yes. I shot 6 times into him, with each torrent flooding his intestines. Alex was sweating profusely as he had rocked his hip back on to mine at a rapid pace. His ass was solid tight while his back was shaped elegantly thanks to the hours he had put in at the gym. Alex looked at me after I came and started jerking his cock off. I went down on him and sucked the last cum out of him as he continued moaning with each shot of his cum hitting my throat. I sucked him dry to ensure that my bed didn’t have any cum stains. I also sucked my cum out of Alex’s hole and fed it to him. He was reluctant at first but as I looked at him with an expression that he always falls for, he swallowed without a second thought. Alex then cleaned himself up and finally said, “Why do you do this to me?” “What do you mean?” “You can’t fuck me anytime you want’ you know. I’m not your bitch”. “Well if you aren’t then why can’t you resist sucking my dick? Why is it hard for you to not have a hard on when you see me? Even raising my voice right now turns you on, doesn’t it?” I could see that Alex was trying to cross his legs. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore. Only if Kate is around.” “Fine by me. At least your sister doesn’t hate herself after fucking me.” Alex didn’t say a word and left. Kate came back and hour later telling me how nothing was stolen but most of the china were broken. She suspect it coming from another competitor. I could only do so much in trying to tune her out as she continued to ramble on about how she should’ve upgraded her alarm system.