Scorpion

Just saw your pictures and read about the things you allege to do.... It is such a pity, that you are on another continent. I would beat you up and rape your worthless ass. Choke you 'til the verge of death, while pumping my deadly seed into your faggot cunt.... You're such a nice young peace of fuck meat....

Hey…

möchtest du schreiben?

Been  a fan of your stories for a long time and would love to know where I can reading all your work, hopefully in the original form.

Hey man crazy hot stories, would love to read more where you publish

I enjoy so much your stories, is there any way to share them with me, like some page etc 😄 Would love to be treated like one of the sluts, and to read more 😄

Man, I am new here but already read most of your stories.

So often I wished to be the boy in them. Would love to know how that would be to feel your sting. Please do it.

I also live in Germany

PS: Just created a account so I could write this

Hello everyone,

Unfortunately, you don't get any answers from "breedingZone" support, just a link that doesn't help you any further:-( it's a shame, but the individual one is probably not important enough.

so my question is why can't I write messages to other users and how does it work with the points - rank Newbie (2/14)???

who can please write in German, because my English is very bad and I have to translate everything with Google. thanks in advance.

Bruno

Hello everyone,

Unfortunately, you don't get any answers from "breedingZone" support, just a link that doesn't help you any further:-( it's a shame, but the individual one is probably not important enough.

so my question is why can't I write messages to other users and how does it work with the points - rank Newbie (2/14)???

who can please write in German, because my English is very bad and I have to translate everything with Google. thanks in advance.

Bruno

Hi can I have the link to your trainee story - only got so far and you said to message - thanks 

Good day Scorpion! 

I stumbled upon your stories here on this site and I would say that I'm really hooked on reading them. Keep on writing! Kudos to you! 

PS. If it is possible, I would also like to know your site for me to be able to continue reading your other works. 

Hey Scorpion been trying to contact you for your site details would really like to continue enjoying your great writing.  😉

your stories are always great man 😉 keep writing

May I have the pleasure to visit your website?

Nice to find an also-German follower of these pages *smile*

From a story.... called "The Slut" although I am not sure which way it will lead....

here is a short part of it.... just started it

“Did you cry again?” his dad asked him with a growling voice.

Mitch never knew, if his stepdad was also sad about his mom’s sudden death. He never showed a sign of mourning and never talked to him about this loss.

“No!” Mitch replied in a whiny voice and his eyes showed instantly a wet shimmer.

“Sit down” Paul ordered and pointed to one of the chairs. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath.

Paul leaned against the counter. Dressed in his tight jeans and wifebeater, he crossed his arms before his chest, showing off his muscled body.

“We need to talk about some rules from now on. Since your mom died, this house looks like a pigsty.” his Dad said and Mitch followed the movement of his Dad’s hands and saw what he meant.

“From now on – you will be responsible for our well-being at home. This means – you will clean the house, cook the meals, do the dishes, wash our clothes and simply be there for me, in case I need anything...”

Mitch looked confused.

“But DAD… that’s not fair! I’m going to school - I can’t study and keep the whole house clean” Mitch complained.

His stepfather moved into his direction and stooped down a bit, to look his step-son directly into his eyes.

“Don’t call me Dad! From now on, you call me Sir! Is that understood?” Paul said calmly.

“Without me working, you wouldn’t have a roof over your head… be grateful and stop whining about your responsibilities…” his stepdad snarled dangerously.

Mitch gulped hard and nodded his head in response.

“You will get up early in the morning. You will prepare my breakfast and make sure I get everything I need. Then you will go to school. After that you will return immediately! Then you will do all your chores and cook something nice for us to eat – you got to maintain my penetrating power after all. And after that, if you have the time, you do your homework and then you will check on me, in case there is anything I might still need… and then you can go to sleep… Now – that your mother is gone, you have to adapt to fill her space” Paul ended his monologue.

“Yes Sir.” he looked down at the table.

Paul raised up again and looked down at the pathetic boy, who never made it into his heart.

“So - what are you waiting for… do the dishes…” Paul ordered him and went to the living room, to watch a football match on the tele.

Mitch got up from the chair and went to the sink. He started cleaning the plates and the cutlery.

It didn’t bother him to do the house chores, it just didn’t feel right, that he should change his whole life now… and that his Dad didn’t pull on the same rope.

Cleaning the dishes was one thing, but he never thought about doing the laundry.

After doing the dishes he checked on google how to actually use a washing machine.

The next morning Mitch got up early and started to prepare breakfast. He heard his stepdad singing in the shower. It was the first time, since his mother passed away, that he was actually singing in the bathroom.

A few minutes later his dad entered the kitchen and without Greetings, he walked up to his son and put both hands at his outlining of his bulge.

“Do you know, what this means?” he asked in a stern voice showing his thick tube, covered by his jeans.

Mitch was speechless, as he recognized how very well equipped his Stepdad was at the lower compartment.

“It means, that I don’t have any fucking clean underwear left in my drawer!” he growled.

Mitch looked up at his father’s eyes and then down again to the massive bulge.

“I thought, I made myself clear, when I said you are responsible for everything your mother did… what part of it, didn’t you understand?”

“I… I… I wanted to do the laundry today after school… I checked google how to use the washer… you can check it on my mobile Dad…” Mitch mumbled.

He saw the mad expression in his father’s eyes.

“I mean Sir…!” Mitch added quickly.

“You better start collecting all my dirty underwear at once, or else….” Paul said while eating his breakfast casually.

Mitch rushed upstairs and threw every underwear he could find into the laundry basket.

After a couple of minutes, he entered the kitchen again, while his father was making a telephone call.

“No… it is nothing serious, he just doesn’t feel so well today. I guess he is still traumatized… yes… yes… That’s really sweet of you…. No – only for this week. I think he might be settled next week then. Thank you so much…. highly appreciated. Thank you again Mr. Ramirez… Bye-bye for now” and with that he ended the connection to Mitch’s school principal.

The boy looked puzzled.

“You are excused for this week from school… now you have plenty of time to bring some order into this house” his father said and continued with his breakfast.

Mitch couldn’t do anything but stand there and stare at his dad with an open mouth.

“Come here” Paul barked.

Mitch moved closer to his stepfather, while Paul turned a bit around on his seat with his legs spread manly.

“Down on your knees” his stepdad continued.

The boy obeyed and had an exclusive look at his stepfather’s huge basket.

“Last night I thought we two had an understanding….” Paul almost whispered.

“There comes more responsibility with the title ‘Lady of the house’ than only doing the dishes. You will have to take care of all the things your mother did….” he continued.

“ALL OF IT….” he emphasized it.

Mitch understood, he made a mistake by not staying up all night and cleaning everything in the house and he felt sorry about it.

“Do you get it…?” Paul asked agitated and a rain of his spittle met the boys face.

A tear fell from his eyes and ran down his cheek as he nodded again.

“I don’t think you do, but that’s okay. Your mom always said, you are such a bright kid… I can only see empty holes in you…” Paul said it in a spiteful way.

Those words hurt the lad so much.

Mitch didn’t dare to get up and so he just sat, between the spread legs of his stepfather, with his head hanging down.

From a story.... called "The Slut" although I am not sure which way it will lead....

here is a short part of it.... just started it

“Did you cry again?” his dad asked him with a growling voice.

Mitch never knew, if his stepdad was also sad about his mom’s sudden death. He never showed a sign of mourning and never talked to him about this loss.

“No!” Mitch replied in a whiny voice and his eyes showed instantly a wet shimmer.

“Sit down” Paul ordered and pointed to one of the chairs. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath.

Paul leaned against the counter. Dressed in his tight jeans and wifebeater, he crossed his arms before his chest, showing off his muscled body.

“We need to talk about some rules from now on. Since your mom died, this house looks like a pigsty.” his Dad said and Mitch followed the movement of his Dad’s hands and saw what he meant.

“From now on – you will be responsible for our well-being at home. This means – you will clean the house, cook the meals, do the dishes, wash our clothes and simply be there for me, in case I need anything...”

Mitch looked confused.

“But DAD… that’s not fair! I’m going to school - I can’t study and keep the whole house clean” Mitch complained.

His stepfather moved into his direction and stooped down a bit, to look his step-son directly into his eyes.

“Don’t call me Dad! From now on, you call me Sir! Is that understood?” Paul said calmly.

“Without me working, you wouldn’t have a roof over your head… be grateful and stop whining about your responsibilities…” his stepdad snarled dangerously.

Mitch gulped hard and nodded his head in response.

“You will get up early in the morning. You will prepare my breakfast and make sure I get everything I need. Then you will go to school. After that you will return immediately! Then you will do all your chores and cook something nice for us to eat – you got to maintain my penetrating power after all. And after that, if you have the time, you do your homework and then you will check on me, in case there is anything I might still need… and then you can go to sleep… Now – that your mother is gone, you have to adapt to fill her space” Paul ended his monologue.

“Yes Sir.” he looked down at the table.

Paul raised up again and looked down at the pathetic boy, who never made it into his heart.

“So - what are you waiting for… do the dishes…” Paul ordered him and went to the living room, to watch a football match on the tele.

Mitch got up from the chair and went to the sink. He started cleaning the plates and the cutlery.

It didn’t bother him to do the house chores, it just didn’t feel right, that he should change his whole life now… and that his Dad didn’t pull on the same rope.

Cleaning the dishes was one thing, but he never thought about doing the laundry.

After doing the dishes he checked on google how to actually use a washing machine.

The next morning Mitch got up early and started to prepare breakfast. He heard his stepdad singing in the shower. It was the first time, since his mother passed away, that he was actually singing in the bathroom.

A few minutes later his dad entered the kitchen and without Greetings, he walked up to his son and put both hands at his outlining of his bulge.

“Do you know, what this means?” he asked in a stern voice showing his thick tube, covered by his jeans.

Mitch was speechless, as he recognized how very well equipped his Stepdad was at the lower compartment.

“It means, that I don’t have any fucking clean underwear left in my drawer!” he growled.

Mitch looked up at his father’s eyes and then down again to the massive bulge.

“I thought, I made myself clear, when I said you are responsible for everything your mother did… what part of it, didn’t you understand?”

“I… I… I wanted to do the laundry today after school… I checked google how to use the washer… you can check it on my mobile Dad…” Mitch mumbled.

He saw the mad expression in his father’s eyes.

“I mean Sir…!” Mitch added quickly.

“You better start collecting all my dirty underwear at once, or else….” Paul said while eating his breakfast casually.

Mitch rushed upstairs and threw every underwear he could find into the laundry basket.

After a couple of minutes, he entered the kitchen again, while his father was making a telephone call.

“No… it is nothing serious, he just doesn’t feel so well today. I guess he is still traumatized… yes… yes… That’s really sweet of you…. No – only for this week. I think he might be settled next week then. Thank you so much…. highly appreciated. Thank you again Mr. Ramirez… Bye-bye for now” and with that he ended the connection to Mitch’s school principal.

The boy looked puzzled.

“You are excused for this week from school… now you have plenty of time to bring some order into this house” his father said and continued with his breakfast.

Mitch couldn’t do anything but stand there and stare at his dad with an open mouth.

“Come here” Paul barked.

Mitch moved closer to his stepfather, while Paul turned a bit around on his seat with his legs spread manly.

“Down on your knees” his stepdad continued.

The boy obeyed and had an exclusive look at his stepfather’s huge basket.

“Last night I thought we two had an understanding….” Paul almost whispered.

“There comes more responsibility with the title ‘Lady of the house’ than only doing the dishes. You will have to take care of all the things your mother did….” he continued.

“ALL OF IT….” he emphasized it.

Mitch understood, he made a mistake by not staying up all night and cleaning everything in the house and he felt sorry about it.

“Do you get it…?” Paul asked agitated and a rain of his spittle met the boys face.

A tear fell from his eyes and ran down his cheek as he nodded again.

“I don’t think you do, but that’s okay. Your mom always said, you are such a bright kid… I can only see empty holes in you…” Paul said it in a spiteful way.

Those words hurt the lad so much.

Mitch didn’t dare to get up and so he just sat, between the spread legs of his stepfather, with his head hanging down.

Hey guys.... Merry Christmas to all of you and a happy new 2019.

This one is for you....

A Little Christmas Poem

Sitting lonely in your seat

With your body trimmed and neat

Looking for a cock to suck

Maybe you let him even fuck

Your boyfriend works to pay the bills

To pay your rent and pay your thrills

He buys your clothes, your food, your gear

He is at work and you are here

So tell me one more time you care

To risk your love – you wouldn’t dare

As long as no one knows the facts

You know how like and like attracts

I do respect you fag and all

And so I fuck you in a stall

But only raw since I want to breed

You will accept the seed you need

Your cunt gets fucked so hard and fast

This fling is not a thing to last

You fags are only good to fuck

Now move your ass you stupid bug

And while I shoot my toxic load

I’m giving you a whole new code

It’s Christmas Time: Don’t get the flu.

And by the way – this gift’s for you.

Scorpion 12-23-2018

Hey guys.... Merry Christmas to all of you and a happy new 2019.

This one is for you....

A Little Christmas Poem

Sitting lonely in your seat

With your body trimmed and neat

Looking for a cock to suck

Maybe you let him even fuck

Your boyfriend works to pay the bills

To pay your rent and pay your thrills

He buys your clothes, your food, your gear

He is at work and you are here

So tell me one more time you care

To risk your love – you wouldn’t dare

As long as no one knows the facts

You know how like and like attracts

I do respect you fag and all

And so I fuck you in a stall

But only raw since I want to breed

You will accept the seed you need

Your cunt gets fucked so hard and fast

This fling is not a thing to last

You fags are only good to fuck

Now move your ass you stupid bug

And while I shoot my toxic load

I’m giving you a whole new code

It’s Christmas Time: Don’t get the flu.

And by the way – this gift’s for you.

Scorpion 12-23-2018

Today is my birthday. 

Worship me!

Happy Birthday 

Today is my birthday. 

Worship me!

Grrrrr... Wish you could sting me.

First Chapter of 'Revenge' has been finished by me.  

If you like this.... show me.