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im probably slightly off but im in the high 500s at this point. from what i can tell its close to 578

You are the picture of perfection 🍆🐷😥

Wow thanks. I didn't find this one nearly as gripping as my last one but that really makes a difference for me to hear that

Thank you very much

AUTHOR’S NOTE Just to be as fair as I can to everyone reading – I’ve written another story on BZ that I never finished. My intentions with these are far from solid. This was a spur of the moment thing and while I would love to write many more chapters and very well may, I cannot guarantee I will either. I know some people get frustrated when an author doesn’t finish their work to the fullest, so I thought I would at least add the disclaimer that while my intention is to do so, that may or may not be wishful thinking. The story is fiction, but my characters always share a lot of my DNA. Ever since my boyfriend (now ex boyfriend) did the whole open relationship thing and then encouraged me to be a slut, then realizing what a monster I become, I realized how woefully addicted to “wrong” I was. I craved it, I still crave it, and I will allow it to control me and I make no apologies for it. Jace was exited his run down mobile home to the sounds of his father brutally fucking some woman while his mom was at work. Such was commonplace in his life, so much so it was normal. He loved his mom and his dad, but Jace knew he was wired differently, always had been. He wasn’t a big fan of living the normal life. High school dropout, now 18, he didn’t have many plans for his life, and his parents couldn’t have cared and less. He stunk of cigarettes, one held precariously between his fingers he strutted towards his motorcycle. No car, just the bike, and it was old, decrepit, and flooded the air with black smoke as he drove it. He could still hear the bitch screaming as his father boned her, almost just as loudly as when he sat in the hallway caressing his dick and watching his father’s ass move back and forth on the bed with her. Yeah he was fucked up. He thought cheating was hot. He wasn’t specifically jacking off to his father, he was jacking off to the…”wrong”. Wrong was always right to him. Sex was always right. And whether he was involved or just a spectator, why not take pleasure? Jace was 5’9” at with the bone structure of a toothpick, soaking wet hitting just around 100 lbs. His jet black hair was slightly long, down to his mid-neck, and he inherited that rare green eye thing. Being it was a 100 degree day, even with the sun going down, Jace had been totally naked in the hallway, beads of sweat dripping down his skeletal body. Jace was one of those naturally smooth twinks, not a hair anywhere. He embraced it, he embraced everything about himself. Vanity, was beautiful, in the same way that wrong was right. He wasn’t wearing much tonight, just some basketball shorts and long his legs looking smooth and penciled as they entered the chunky shoes. He enjoyed being naked listening to his father cheat. It was so hot to him. He looked up to that lifestyle. Dad hadn’t had a job in ages, being an alcoholic and all. Mom kept the lights mostly on, but not by a lot. The trailer they lived in felt like it was straight out of the 60s with sticky shag carpet in a multitude of colors, none of them appealing, complimented by a plethora of stains. The furniture, at least the furniture that wasn’t broken, held that same color palette of greens, oranges and puke yellows. The windows were so coated in tobacco every beam of light was a mixture of acid green and that same puke yellow on the furniture. To top it off, it was a tiny trailer, one bedroom tiny kitchen, and small living room. Jace slept on the couch, or the floor, or wherever the fuck he wanted most nights. There was always a full ashtray nearby filling the room with its sweet and smokey aroma. For the right men, Jace was a bad boy dream come true. Cocky, hot as hell, and overall had little care for anyones wellbeing besides his own. As he hopped on the bike, he nodded to the middle aged fat balding man wearing the dirty wifebeater standing under one of the few street lights in the mobile home park. He’d let the guy fuck him the other night, the nod was just an acknowledgement of his presence. In some ways, Jace knew that man couldn’t have dreamed to have a better lay than him, and he should be praying to whatever deity he worshipped and thanking it for even allowing his grubby fingers to caress Jace’s beauty. Yet, juxtaposed with that, Jace loved the feeling of throwing standards out the door. There was an incredibly high to sleeping with the men no normal boy like him would think of, and he got off on it. He didn’t specifically find the men attractive, he found the “wrongness”, attractive. Jace let the motor crank and sputter, thick black smoke shot out the exhaust. If the residents around him were at all nodding off at this hour, he certainly woke them up. In the past, anyone who confronted him by yelling to shut the bike off where always met with his middle finger. The bike finally leveled in its sputtering and he roared off through the park, his hair blowing behind him, his skin reflecting the sickening pale street lamps, and his bike moving much faster than the 20MPH speed limit. Jace headed downtown. News on the street was that a new gay club opened up. Jace didn’t give a shit about dancing, Jace gave a shit about sex. Any new gay club would obviously draw out regulars but there may be some new faces, and he was all about that. Despite his appearance, Jace did own some hot clubbing clothes, but tonight he was in a “fuck it” mentality. He was already mostly naked, shorts and shoes, so he was halfway there. As he drove through traffic, he caught the eye of many, and he nodded in return, the cigarette hanging out of his mouth, his green eyes cutting through the person staring at him. He loved the attention and he loved to give in to it. The new gay club was supposed to be highly controversial. For starters, it was called Death Wish, which was an odd name, but Jace remember the shiver his dick felt when he read that name. The subtitle to the ad he had seen posted on a street lamp pole mentioned freaks, pigs, and hedonists, something like that. He remembered thinking that maybe the crowd would be extra special to some of the boring shit he normally dealt with. Jace detoured. Alice Avenue was traditionally a pickup spot for married men that wanted to get something on the side on their way home from the downtown to the suburbs. It was pretty perfectly located on that drive home for most businessman and of course, boys like Jace made them shiver with glee over their dumb wives with their crusty cunts that refused to put out anyway. As Jace rode down the street, he took it slow. A hand reached out an upcoming GMC Yukon, jutting out it held out 2 fingers, like the peace sign but pointing outward from the car. Jace pulled in front of the car. His cigarette had burned to the filter, so he spit it on the ground, walking to the passenger side of the car. He pulled the door open to reveal a 50ish year old man, with partially graying hair. Mark was in good shape overall for his age, good dad body but he still worked out to keep things tight. “Hi Jace!”, Mark excitedly exclaimed. Mark had a history of being with Jace multiple times, amongst the many other twinks that cruised Alice Avenue. Most of the other twinks were more purely subservient, but Jace was the wild card. He was hard to discern and understand, and Mark felt he was kind of…evil…in a way, but he still drew Mark in. Jace flipped his head to nod his hello to Mark, but didn’t utter a word. Climbing into the passenger seat he turned his head to the back of the Yukon. As expected, all the seats were removed. This was a typical thing for these big wigs coming from the city in their large SUVs. They had the windows tinted, not for privacy for their family but privacy for who they were fucking. They would take the seats out and their big office, store them somewhere, and use the back of their SUV for fucking. Since the windows were tinted, it was hardly noticeable on a worknight when they arrived home after dark after their LONG day at work for their wives to notice of even question the seats gone, let alone think of entering the vehicle to smell the sex that took place there. Jace, again without saying anything proceeded to step around the passenger seat and laid on his back in the back of the SUV. His slid his shorts off over his chunky skater shows, showing his pure skinny body ready for this married man. “Jace, you doing ok today?”, Mark always had to nervously get himself going. He knew what he was doing was wrong, and he knew that Jace was about to throw that in his face when the fucking began, so he always found a way to nervously try and make chit chat. “Mark yo, you gonna fuck this hole now or are you gonna play games?”, Jace replied finally, He rolled on his side, revealing his tiny ass, and he pulled his skinny legs up more in the fetal position. He pulled out a cigarette from his discarded shorts and started to light it. “Hey hey Jace you know I don’t want the car to smell like smoke,” Mark started, almost being knocked back by the gaze of hatred that Jace was shooting him as he made the statement. “Old faggot you got like less than 30 seconds to get your goddamn dick inside this hole or I’m moving on. You’re using my hole and I’m using your car as my smoke box, deal with it,” Jace replied. In some ways his response felt like repressed rage and yet there was a level of sultry to it. Mark really couldn’t help his dick from being rock hard. It wasn’t that Jace was dominant per se, just selfish, spoiled, so incredibly hot that he could just get away with anything. The car had no ashtray and Jace didn’t care. He ashed right on the floor of the SUV. He pulled his legs up a little tighter, exposing a fairly loose hole. Mark lunged onto Jace, caressing his perfect boney body, kissing him, his hands sliding with Jace’s sweat. Jace could hear Mark’s dress pants unzipping, and his average sized dick sliding right inside him with no effort. “I love that I’m getting the dick your wife can’t,” Jace muffled, his eyes moving into the back of his head as the raw dick entered him. He reached around touching Mark’s hand and starting to pull his wedding ring off. Mark started fucking harder, becoming more obsessed with holding Jace after each passing second. Within a minute, Jace at pulled Mark’s wedding ring off and it bounced loosely on Jace’s finger. It was a kink for Jace, to take that piece of fidelity and promise and have it transfer to him. It was a signal to the man he was with that he was doing wrong, and specifically that Jace was enjoying it. Mark was already sweating and he could feel his orgasm building inside him. There was no one like Jace, regardless that Alice Avenue had the pick choice of many of them. However Jace was different, the body, the face, the fact that he never wanted money for his ass like so many others did. He was purely about sex, bareback sex that is. Mark knew he was risking things by putting his dick in this slut, he just couldn’t control himself. Jace sucked on his cigarette, the smell of Mark’s saliva all over his face mixing with that sweet tobacco that he spewed from his month, was heaven. He grunted and moaned in a muted manner. Jace liked wild, extreme, out of control sex. This was cramped, muted, and fairly boring. He kissed Mark back when Mark kissed him, but it meant nothing, he felt nothing, he just craved Mark’s load. “Gimme those fucking babies,” Jace grunted, again using that imagery of breeding and baby making as a strong reference to what Mark should have been doing with his wife. It pained Mark for a moment but he felt it sink in, seeing Jace twirling his gold band on his fingers, that reminder of infidelity with every glimpse. Mark continued to grunt until he blew. He grabbed Jace’s hair and pulled his head back in a reaction, stretching Jace’s neck to the limit. That felt good for Jace. A reactionary yet more forceful move, gave him great pleasure. Marked pulled out of Jace’s loose hole and Jace sprung into action. Before Mark had a chance to zip up, Jace slammed his cigarette into the car’s carpet right near one of the seat clips, pulling Mark by the hips and getting that dick that just pulled out of his cummy ass directly into his mouth. Jace turned from a fairly passive slut to a psychotic animal in seconds. His breathing intensified a hundred fold, desperate to taste his own ass on this man’s dick. Jace craved ass to mouth. He had barely ever had a fuck where he didn’t get that wet dick in his mouth as soon as it pulled out of him. It felt so beautiful, so dirty, so fucked, he loved it. Mark’s partially limp dick started to harden. Jace’s hands, tongue, mouth, were working in overtime. It was like Mark’s dick was coated in a drug that Jace couldn’t get enough from. Mark gave in to the wildness that Jace was portraying. “You’re a sick little fuck boy aren’t you?” He asked, in a more commanding tone. Jace nodded, and Mark couldn’t see anything but the whites of his eyes. Jace was in a trance. Mark felt him making him harder than the first time, Jace’s panting increasing harder and harder, sweat beads dripping down his face. Mark’s hands were drawn down Jace’s extremely boney spine, feeling every bump and groove below his skin. Jace was going crazy on his dick, as Mark was being put into ecstasy from touching this fuck toy. Jace pulled himself back, pulling Mark to lay flat, and jumping on his dick and began to ride it in the car. The SUV started shaking back and forth as Jace seemed to have left reality. He was slamming himself up and down, totally soaking wet, eyes still rolled completely into the back of his head, with Mark’s hands attempting to grab any piece of his perfect flesh. Jace was slamming himself down so hard on Mark it actually started to hurt as Jace’s boney ass slammed Mark’s pelvis. Then Jace pulled off again, maniacally attacking Mark’s ass coated dick. Jace was becoming more animalistic every second. He pulled off Mark’s dick, slamming his mouth into Mark’s. Jace whispered as he kissed him hard, “Taste my own ass and cum on my lips and remember how good it tastes when you go home to your family you fuck,”. Guilt and shame flooded Mark for a brief moment until he let go and let Jace just play with him. His ring was still dangling around Jace’s finger. Jace went back and forth, riding Mark for a few seconds, ass to mouthing his dick, and making out. The whole scene felt like the beats of a club techno song. It continued to build in intensity, increasing in its frequency of Jace changing his positions. Mark really didn’t see Jace anymore, he just saw a slut, he saw an addict. He saw a devil. “Wish your wife could see you now”, Jace was mumbling as he sucked Mark’s dick. He knew how to sprinkle in guilt and pleasure so well, it was like he was born for it. And Mark couldn’t stop himself. He started moaning in the indicative way that he was going to cum again and Jace jumped on his dick, straddling himself with his hands to the ceiling of the SUV, slamming himself down on Mark’s dick with absolute insane pushes that seemed otherworldly and possessed. Mark screamed as his orgasm felt as if it was a thousand times greater than the last one, the SUV rocking so incredibly hard from the outside it was almost comical. Jace screamed as the cum shot through him hard. While Mark screamed like someone having an orgasm, a scream of relief and pleasure, Jace screamed like an animal. It was a primal, visceral scream, like a wild demon poured out of his mouth and he kept that same single scream going for several seconds to the shock on Mark’s face. And then it was done. Jace dropped the wedding ring right in front of Mark, pulling himself off him and swinging the door open on the SUV to the outside world. Smokes, lighter, and shorts in hand, Jace’s skeleton body jumped out the car door in just his shoes, onto the street, where there a bit of a crowd of the whore twinks that cruised the street that had gathered to see why the SUV had almost capsized. Jace picked his foot up and kicked the door shut, closing Mark off from view of the twinks, although most of them knew him and had slept with him. Before the door latched, Jaced quietly muttered, “And now back to your family”. Jace stepped into his shorts in front of the crowd and as he pulled them up he slid two fingers along his crack, picking up a nice gob of cum. He walked towards his bike, which meant walking past a fem blonde twink wearing tight white shorts and a black crop top. He swung his hand up and sensually placed the cum all over the twink’s lips, then slammed his own lips in the twink’s, using his tongue to press Mark’s cum and his ass juices into the twink’s mouth. Pulling away just as quickly he let his eyes quickly tantalize the twink, saying “Cheating cum always tastes sweeter baby”. He brushed passed the somewhat stunned twink, started up his loud cycle, lit a cigarette, shoving it in the corner of his mouth, and in a plume of thick heavy black smoke, cruised out of the parking spot down the street. Jace had cruised Alice Avenue for a while and he was getting tired. Tonight solidified that while he still knew how to get himself turned on, he needed so much more. He needed to feel darker, more immoral, more crazy, more uncontrollable, uninhibited, as he continued to delve deeper down this rabbit hole of hell he was addicted to. Hopefully, Sarah Palin’s Harem would be a step in the direction he wanted and needed.

1. Condoms. Instantly stop watching. 2. Pulling out. My fucking gawd stop this shit. It's the least realistic. No real top wants to pull out. No real bottom wants those raw loads in the small of his back or on his ass cheek. Also, and others have said it here.. Can we get some more unprotected cruising, bathhouse, back alley nasty stuff? Like we need to continue to inspire more and more twinks to the beauty of being a total bareback slut. I mean it. The more porn shows the beauty of letting go and being used, the more have the chance to get into the lifestyle.

I have a high volume of men breeding me weekly already but yes there are sometimes I'm so insatiable it becomes my very reason for living at that moment. Those times I'm just rabid for cock in any way and I greatly increase the number of men in offering my ass to daily. I totally get it.

Took the words right out of my mouth

I really don't say anything in a dark room unless I'm spoken to. Once I start being groped and attention paid to me my ass naturally moves in the proper position and they enter me. I would be disgusted if a condom was ever used since I have a no condom track record but luckily that's never happened that I can tell. I am there as an object. To pleasure them and to take their loads. That is my purpose. They should be able to do what they want with me.

i'll drink piss from anyone, and have had some pretty highly populated sex parties with a good 10-12 pissing in me. While I will drink it, i prefer to be pissed in my ass, thats def my favorite.

It is truly one of the most intoxicating addicting feelings you will ever experience. It has taken a hold of me and I've enjoyed every moment in other men's arms behind their backs. I cannot express the bliss that I experience in sneaking around. Give yourself to it fully. Let it envelope you. Let it become a part of you. Once you do that, you will know the unexplainable feelings that many of us feel.

42 by the end of January

I FUCKING agree with you and share your enthusiasm

I am a truly sick boy 😈😈

Glad glad fucking glad to hear it

It was still early in the night. Brandon would not be home for many more hours. Tyler laid in bed after his massive orgasm, his chest still heaving, his ribs slightly around his torso. He knew he was hot. He knew he was magnificent. As always the guilt was consuming, overwhelming, and destructive. The confusion of wanting to touch himself or open his legs up again to another man, was just indescribable. Couple that with his deep regrets towards what he was doing behind Brandon’s back, and the entire situation was practically disturbed. As the waves of guilt moved over him he felt his dick getting hard again and looking down, there between his boney hips, his dick was leaking precum. He had to stop it. He had had his fun, this had to be stopped. He had to go back to being loyal to Brandon, he had to go back to a normal life. His brain kept repeating these thoughts over and over, like on autopilot. It was almost as if his brain was setting himself to fail, juxtaposing the good side against the bad side. The more his brain thought of putting this behind him, the more he was getting turned on by thinking of falling more into it. He wanted to transcend again. Something about his father watching him was making him so disgusted he wanted to touch himself. But touching himself in the real world wasn’t going to fix the issue. He wanted to transcend, but he was stuck. Like a dam bursting, his brain snapped. Grabbing his phone he started setting up profiles and taking pictures for every cruising site and app he could find. Within a half hour his photo approvals had all come in. His profiles were simple. He knew he wasn’t the only cumdump out there, but he made it clear it wanted to be the most monstrous. And, for good measure, he said he was cheating on his boyfriend. His horniness had full control at this point. The guilt was still there, but it was driving this mentality. It was like a drug. It was accelerating the process. Multiple chats opened up. He wasn’t the only hot boy cruising, but from what he saw, he was the only super skinny smooth twink type ready to be a goddamn bareback cum dump. Men were asking him what he was into and he just continue to copy the same reply into each chat. He provided his address and it stated “Come before 3:30AM or don’t come at all”. 15 minutes later a knock at the door and it opened. Tyler was ass up on the bed, nothing on at all. He heard a grunt from what sounded like an older man, just based off the voice. “What a beautiful little faggot”, the man grunted again. Tyler just swayed his ass back and forth enticing the man. This was it. There was no turning back. He felt the man touching, no, caressing his skin like he was a trophy. The man was shaking. Tyler knew he was a prize, and the man was probably thinking he was dreaming just touching him. “Do we need to go over any ground rules or you wanna know my status or anything…” the man began to say. Tyler reached back and lined the man’s dick up to his already puffy hole and slide him right in. The deed was done. Stars flew past Tylers eyes, a million psychedelic colors flooded his vision. The pleasure couldn’t be described. The man’s dick wasn’t especially large, the pleasure wasn’t coming from the sex, it was coming from the act. Random, anonymous, unprotected, dangerous, risky sex. The man grabbed Tyler’s shoulders and began fucking him with force. “Moan for me whore, moan for me better than you do your goddamn boyfriend” The man pounded harder and harder. Tyler could feel his hairy belly jiggling as it slapped the small of his back, and he found that hot. Another milestone. Not only was he having anonymous raw sex, but now with no care as to how the man looked. He could tell the guy was fat, but he was incredibly turned on that he was letting him inside him. Tyler grinned thinking that he didn’t allow him to tell him his status. Then he became horrified, but again the guilt and the lust won over and he moved his tiny hips faster to keep up with the sicko fucking him. Door opened again, and he heard multiple footsteps enter. 2, no, 4, no wait, that sounded like 5 different men. He heard their clothes dropping to the floor as they clamored to get to his mouth with their dicks. The first dick in his mouth was pretty flacid. He looked up to see man who had to be no less than 70 years old. This immediately shook him for a moment, pulling him out of the horniness. This guy was a grandpa, was he really that fucked up. Then the wave came, and the wave was undeniable. Every single inch of his body became tingling with pleasure and as he looked at the wrinkled man, his dick became so incredibly hard and pre cum shot out of it. And Tyler sucked. He sucked that dick like he was going to marry him, like he loved him with every fiber of his being. Balance himself on one hand he brought the other up to touch that wrinkled old body. His dick pulsed in pleasure, his head was beginning to spin more and more. He was close to transcending again, but now he wanted to stay here and feel how disgusting he was. By this point Tyler’s body was being groped and caressed. He was surrounded by six men, one inside him of course. The squishing and spurting sounds from his fucking wet ass as the first man was ramping up his speed to cum turned him on more. An extremely aggressive man pushed the grandpa out of the way and slammed his big dick into Tyler’s through. He held Tyler’s head in place has he forced Tyler to deepthroat his giant rod deeper than Tyler had ever sucked. Tyler upchucked copious amounts of phlegm all over his mouth and the mans dick when he got a breather, and the man slammed even harder back into him. Tyler thought his next was going to break. Again he upchucked more phlegm and the man started smacking him a across the face. These weren’t normal sex hits, these were, ‘take my anger out on you with every force of my being hits”. Tyler’s had was slamming from side to side so fast he though his had was going to fall off. Then the slapping stopped. Slammed into his mouth again was the big dick, just as the first man was howling as he was blowing his load into Tyler. The grandpa bent towards Tyler’s ear, and while Tyler was still barely breathing from having a dick halfway down his throat, the man whispiered “Such a horrific yet beautiful thing you are doing for yourself, as you destroy your life and your relationship,” Tyler could practically hear the man grinning as he tongued Tyler’s ear. “I loved the lust you showed when you touched me. You are a truly sick boy, and I will do anything for truly sick boys.” The dick pulled out of Tyler’s mouth, and despite the goop dripping off his face, the old man leaned in and kissed him. Tyler kissed him back, but he didn’t just kiss him. He kissed him harder than Brandon, Adam, or even Jax. For a moment, time stopped. The man’s words had started and explosion in Tyler’s dick that he could not stop. Everything happened in slow motion. He felt the fire shooting up his shaft and he pushed harder and more desperately to tongue the depths of this faggot grandpa’s mouth. As he was about to cum, Tyler was able to come back to the current moment, and asked “How old are you sir?” “79 you wasteland slut,” The old man smiled, “And I am going to get you pregnant now”. As the man pulled away Tyle saw that his sagging skin had a tramp stamp. An old fuck with a wrinkled tattoo, that turned him on. When it came into view more, he say the biohazard symbol. Tyler felt the old man enter him and the room started to go dark. In the corner of the bed he saw Jax, who had appeared out of nowhere. Tyler knew he was about to transcend without his own control, and yet he was dying to be turned over on his back to make love to this new found grandpa and live up to the sicko that the man called him. Before he could think anymore he fell away from his body, as he ascended into the heavens or hells, not that he knew which, Jax was right beside him. The scene this time was black and white, himself included, he could not see any colors. Within an inch of him this time, stood his naked father and Tyler was also beautifully nude. His father began to touch his perfect body out of impulse. Jax sat in the corner with the most evil grin on his face Tyler had ever seen. “You like it,” Jax said seductively. Tyler couldn’t speak. The feelings were overwhelming. His own dad caressing him like a prize, Tyler couldn’t help but start shaking in delight. Dad began to kiss his neck, Tyler’s dick dripping huge amounts of precum, letting it all happen to him, giving in to nasty desire, sin, and hell. Tyler’s hand was caressing his dad’s massive cock, and Tyler began to faintly, very faintly, since he was so in ecstasy, mouth the words “Fuck me…..fuck me”. “Im not just going to fuck you sick boy,” Dad said, “I’m going to get you pregnant”. They exploded into a heavy embrace, their mouths insanely smashing together. Tyler’s hips were gyrating against that strong hairy body. Laying on his back, Tyler pulled his legs up, showing his smooth pussy, and as he curled his tiny toes on this size 8 feet, he whispered “Fuck me with the dick that created me”. Dad rammed into him, but they again exploded together. Tyler’s cock was having an orgasm where he kept shooting out thick loads of cum between their sweaty bodies, they were grabbing each other everywhere in such extreme lust that they looked like drug addicts. Tyler’s eyes had fully rolled back into his head, all his dad could see was white. The ramming felt like it was going to shake Tyler apart, the sweat was so intense, it looked like the two had just gotten out of the shower. “Yes…..” Jax sneered, “Yes you are fucking sick Tyler Tyler was in such a daze he was just acting instinctually and he was just mouthing, “marry me, marry me, marry me” over and over. His father began to convulse so heavily that Tyler began to snap out of his confusion as he knew what was about to happen. And he craved it. “And that will fuck you up long enough!” Jax all of sudden cried out. Snapping his fingers, Tyler fell away from the scene. Before his dad’s orgasm, before the sickest act, before they began one, Tyler screamed in horror as he watched himself get further from the scene, as he fell back into his body. The old man was fucking him like no 79 year old should have the stamina to do. Two dicks were shoved in Tyler’s mouth and he was still being groped like a trophy. “Sir tell me your name…” Tyler begged. The old man looked into Tyler’s eye, “Mack”, he stated plainly. Then he began to kiss Tyler with the fire of the sick old fuck that he was. And Tyler reciprocated. He heard utterances from the men surrounding him that he was one hell of a fucked up piece of shit, and this only made Tyler’s dick harder. Tyler was making out and making love to Mack as he rammed Tyler’s loose hole like he was making love to his dad in the transcendence. There was no difference. Truly the least attractive man there as the one that had Tyler feeling like he was in heaven. Mack leaned in to Tyler’s ear whispering to him “You know its only going go get more fucked up and twisted from here”. Mack was shaking, and Tyler knew the orgasm was close. He tried to clench his hole as much as possible to give Mack pleasure. His hands slide up and down Mack’s shriveled old body and Tyler continued to experience the most amazing sensations he had ever felt. “Time to become what you know you are meant to be,” Mack yelled, as his head reared back and Tyler’s vision went pure red.

Metro Detroit 36 5'4" 110lbs smooth skinny ferocious cum dump. I don't care what your status is. I want your loads in me. If you happen to tell me your status and you are detectable/toxic prepare for me to be fucking my hole on to your dick within seconds. I'm mostly a cum dump bottom but will top twinks 18 - 20 and chicks, as I'm bi. I do not top anyone else. Hosting isn't always the easiest for me but it can happen sometimes. I certainly can travel so long as I can work it in to my schedule. I'm extremely verbal, degrading towards myself. I love piss. I love pain even more. Let me emphasize that: I can take extreme pain. I like public and I'll give myself up to anyone. Anywhere. What I really prefer are just huge wild sweaty orgies where things are just crazy. Not into scat and not into blood but if you make me bleed I don't care. What I do care about is being used as much of my life as possible. I have incredible amounts of experience. I am also very discrete. My goal is not to mess up your life. It's to take your cum and ensuring I can get it over and over and fulfill your needs at the darkest level.

Haven't forgotten or given up all. Just been busy and being a slut. There's still more to come!

That's incredibly motivating for me. Thanks!

Chapter 7: The Lie Stumbling through the alleyways, Tyler looked like hell. He was exhausted, drained, and could barely think. How nasty of a boy had he become, getting fucked in abandoned buildings? He questioned his entire being as he continued his trek home. Brandon was pissed off, his texts were seething with anger as to why Tyler hadn’t responded and asking where he was at. Brandon had indicated he went to work however, so this gave Tyler some ability to try and figure out his next moves. The alleyways were not without their own scum. Tyler passed by several desperate, yet hot boys, looking like they were just itching for their holes to be used. Homeless men slept behind dumpsters. Tyler felt a twinge in his hole, almost like this felt like home. No, he shook his head, what the heck was he thinking. Some of the men looked up at him while he walked by, practically licking their chops at his sexiness. He knew he looked like hell, but he was turned on by the men staring at him. He felt an urge to give in, maybe that transcendence he had seeing himself tied to a dumpster was his future. No, no, no! He shook his head again. He couldn’t think like that. This was just a series of bad choices, he could recover from this, he could be loyal. He tried to force Jax out of his head. He thought of all thhis mind turned to their sex. While it was good, it wasn’t Jax. Jax again began to pervade his mind, and regardless of how he tried to push him out, he invaded. Step after step, Jax stumbled in the darkness, closer and closer to home, trying desperately to formulate a plan or reason to explain to Brandon why he hadn’t responded. *** Jax entered Club Hedon, taking several turns down the winding halls. The music was intense tonight, an evil tone, pulsing through the walls. The boys were especially wild as he passed the wide open rooms and alcoves. Their sweat, their lust, their drive, was never ending. Jax smiled as he thought about Tyler, and how little he had experienced in the last week, and how his downfall was culminating slowly but surely. Jax entered a room, it was carpeted in maroon carpeting, with a very low lighting. The only lighting that was bright, centered in the middle of the room, where there was something that looked like a confessional kneeler from a church. Jax removed his clothes, down to his tiny briefs, exposing his beautiful body. He kneeled down, hands crossed on the support, and stared at the edge of the room. In front of him, sat six figures, highlighted only by the light bouncing off the shadows. “Tyler transcended for the first time tonight,” Jax’s monotone was back. The figures nodded, but showed no specific emotion. Their faces were hidden, their bodies robed. Jax continued, “It was a moderately intense transcendence. He saw the demons, so I was encouraged. He saw his relationship fall apart.” Again the nodding continued, with no input. “He does have a dark mind,” Jax smiled, “He transcended about his parents watching him”. A voice came from one of the six figures. “And is he ready for mania?” Jax pondered for a moment, his beautiful body gleaming in the light. “Close, but I do not believe he is there yet. The guilt is still strong, and while it turns him on, it still has a hold on him,” Jax responded, plainly. A somewhat angrier voice replied, “And you know that mania is the solution for the guilt. It is not your realm to control.” Jax nodded, unaffected by the slight uptick in anger. “Yes, but we have to break that initial barrier where it has the high likelihood of not being overcome. That was always in the realm of infidelity.” The figures looked at each other, leaning over to confer privately. Some nodded, some whispered. After a few moments of discussion their heads all turned back to Jax. “We agree with your assessment, but you must tread carefully as to not meddle in the next step. As soon as that threshold has been reached, you must immediately notify the council, so care and mentorship may be moved to mania.” Jax nodded, saying nothing. Another figure plainly stated, “Remove your faggot briefs. We will now break you, as your reward.” Jax stood, his hip bones protruding around his tight briefs, as he slide them down his body. 5 figures moved into the middle of the room, while another went off to the side, sliding out a wooden contraption. The contraption was somewhat square, with shackles on the top of it, and a long tail of two 2x4s that had shackles on the end of it, jutting out from the square portion. “Assume your position in the mount.” A voice stated. Jax bent over the top of the mount with the two shackles and his wrists were locked in the machine. The shackles were medieval, iron, rough, and unbreakable. With his wrists locked, Jax’s knees bent, touching the outcropping 2.4s, his tiny ankles lining up perfectly with the back shackles. He was locked. The figures surrounded him, with one positioning himself behind him, ramming into Jax. Jax’s eyes went pure black. His body locked. “You know you love this hell,” the man who rammed into him said. The music started to flood the room, the pulses lining up with Jax’s heartbeat. The reverberations from the initial ram into Jax were still echoing through his body, but the figure pulled out and started ramming Jax over and over again. On the said of the room, another figure began lighting cauldrons that burned intense heat, warming the room greatly. Beads of sweat began to drip from Jax. His eyes were black, with a deviant smile on his face. Another large dick slammed into his mount while the other figure continued to fuck him. The dick in his mouth gagged him profusely, but Jax did not care. He knew his place. He continued to gag. The other figures groped him, one pissing all over the scene, adding to Jax’s arousal. Pre cum began to drip from Jax’s dick, which was soft, yet still huge, and swinging back and forth with the brutal pounding. The man pounding him grabbed Jax’s jet black hair and yanked his head back with force. The dick flew out of Jax’s mouth. The man was bending Jax’s body, with force, and no mercy. No words were said. The man pounding Jax, instead of screaming, howled like a demon, blowing a fantastical load inside Jax, a load so large at it violented erupted from Jax’s hole while the man’s dick was still in him. The amount of cum was grotesque. The next man positioned himself behind Jax and the mounting proceeded. Six hours later, Jax was unshackled, his reward complete. A lake of cum existed below him. A lake of cum he must head before he would be allowed to leave. This wasn’t a chore for Jax, he wouldn’t have left without eating every single drop on the dirty carpet. The figures left the room, leaving Jax to clean up the mess he had made. The mounting was complete. *** Tyler entered his apartment, exhausted, but determined to fix the issue with Brandon. He pulled up his phone, texting Adam. “Hey, I need you. Can you help me?” “WTF LOL, it hasn’t even been 24 hours and you want more?” Adam replied via text. “I need you to come over, please, right now.” “LOL, wow, you nasty slut. You’re lucky that Aaron just went out with some friends. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” Adam replied again. Tyler then rushed downstairs to the street. His plan was in motion. The street was still filled with cars. At a break in the action, between stop lights, when the traffic calmed, Tyler tossed his cell phone into the middle of the street, in the most likely place that a car tire would be. Standing there, he waited. The next group of vehicles from the next green light began driving, and luckily, multiple cars smashed his phone. Once the traffic died down again, Tyler retrieved it. Evidence had been created. Just at that point, he saw Adam’s car pulling into the parking lot of his apartments. Tyler ran upstairs, waiting for Adam at the door to his apartment. “Holy fucking shit,” Adam cried, “What are you on fucking drugs?!” Tyler said nothing, lifting his shirt, revealing his hot diamond belly piercing, as if he was going to take it off fully, coaxing Adam inside. Adam walked in, and Tyler closed the door. Snapping around he confronted Adam forcefully. “So you want me to be your bitch right?” Tyler said. “Fuck yeah you dumb homo. I have ALWAYS wanted you like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve never been ok with you being with Brandon. And having you this afternoon was just a sample of the hell I want with you!” Adam replied excitedly. “Good,” Tyler replied nervously. He had to put all the pieces together here. “I need to create a reason for not being home today. Brandon is already upset.” Adam interjected, “Fuck yeah. You two break up you’re mine everyday!” Tyler put his hand up to pause Adam. Yes, he knew Adam wanted him like crazy, but he could also discern from the fucking earlier that Adam enjoyed the cheating as well. He needed Adam to continue to enjoy the cheating, so he went deeper. “No no Adam. You loved me cheating on Brandon right?” Tyler’s tone intensified, becoming more sultry and coaxing in its manner. “You looooooved it right? You want me to cheat on him with you right? Adam looked a bit stunned, not that he wasn’t wildly turned on, but more that Tyler was this dark. He wanted Tyler every day, but both of them cheating on their lovers was another layer that would be destroyed if Brandon broke up with Tyler. He nodded. “OK so we need to keep that going baby,” Tyler gently kissed Adam. He was nervous. He knew this was a rabbit hole that was going to have consequences. He knew Adam was harmless to Brandon, and he knew Brandon would trust him, so Adam could provide the perfect cover, at least for now. Only an hour earlier Tyler had thought that he could clean up his act and even considered stopping the slutting, but no, in the end, he had to fix the Brandon problem that happened today, and this was the potentially best way to do it. Tyler grabbed Adam’s hand and led him to his and Brandon’s bed. “This is where we make love, Brandon and I,” Tyler said nervously. He really felt a threshold being crossed, but desperation was too much. He couldn’t have Brandon question anything about his absence today. Tyler gulped, knowing the gravity of his words upcoming, but committed to them he continued, “Lets defile our bed, you and I Adam. Lets feel the corruption build between us and our lust consume any morality that we have!” Adam about turned into a monster at that point, but Tyler held him back for a final statement. “Adam, I will give you this all, but I need ONE THING from you,” Tyler said. “Which is?” Adam replied Tyler explained that he was a slut after Adam that afternoon, which only had Adam’s dick pulsing harder, and that he went silent on Brandon all day long. He explained that he was going to tell Brandon about him dropping his phone accidentally in the street which prevented a reply. But he needed Adam to vouch that they were hanging out and went out to eat and such trivial things that would lead Brandon to believe that everything was fine. “And you’ll let me keep coming over and defiling your relationship in the bed you share with him at all costs FOREVER?” Adam could barely contain himself. Tyler sealed the covenant. “Yes, forever.” Adam exploded, slamming Tyler down on the bed, tearing his sleeveless shirt right off him, in pieces. Pulling down Tyler’s shorts, he saw Tyler’s pink briefs, 100% soaked in cum, like he had bathed in it. “What the literal fuck did you do today?” Adam said, smelling the cum soaked into Tyler’s skin from his briefs as we pulled them down. “Fuck me baby,” Tyler deflected. He knew he had committed to a darkness he hadn’t believed he could. Adam slammed Tyler face first into the bed, slamming his big dick into him. Cum poured from Tyler’s hole by what seemed like the gallons. “Oh you are one sick piece of trash,” Adam said, licking Tyler’s ear. “But god fucking a goddamn loose slut hole is so much hotter than a tight one. I can barely feel my dick in you. The amount of men that have been in you must be massive!” Tyler grunted, his eyes started to glaze back, he was feeling transcendence come on, but he kept being pulled back into reality. “It feels good doing it where you make love doesn’t it?” Adam cried. “Its NEVER going to be same for you two, never ever going to be same.” The thrust were deep, but the hole was loose. Tyler didn’t care if he couldn’t feel it as well as when he was tight. What he cared about was that he was creating as airtight an alibi as possible, yet deep down, he knew he was getting Adam’s babies again. “Stare at the pictures of you two surrounding us!!!” Adam commanded. Tyler looked at the few pictures of him and Brandon happy together, over different portions of their relationship, on the nightstands next to the bed. The bed was bouncing now, Adam was fucking Tyler with great strength, holding his bony body to the bed, the mattress heaving with the lust and desires that Adam held. “Look at your fucking happiness unwind before you. Look at your world fall apart!” Adam laughed maniacally. “Look at the untimely end to everything. When you see him tomorrow, kiss him deeply, knowing your hell and demonic nature!” Tyler transcended. His spirit flung above the seen much quicker than before, the dark act disappearing from his view. He appeared in a labyrinth that was exceptionally dark, yet flints of red light hit the smoke in the maze. He was naked of course, beautiful as can be, with the red light bouncing off his piercings. He heard the sound of creatures nearby, guttural tormenting sounds of lust and desire being made. He started walking. Around a corner he saw himself again strapped to a dumpster, his dick pouring cum, his ass pouring cum, the neighborhood lined up to impregnate him. Another 90 degree turn and he saw himself on some wooden machine, shacked on all fours, as his ass was a waterfall for cum, his body even skinnier and bony. Another corner and he saw his parents, naked, fucking hard, and he began to precum. He stopped. He had to watch. They turned to him in their lust and screamed at him to turn away. Calling him demented and sick. He only smiled and stroked his dick in one hand, touching his body in a coaxing manner in the other, sliding his hand over all his bones, just begging to one to relinquish and want to touch him. They kept fucking and yelling at him in the same time. A flash occurred and Tyler was in another part of the labyrinth, the sounds of lust coming closer now. He felt like the transcendence was waning, but he tried to stay focused to keep it. He could hear Adam breaking into his visions… “Fucking garbage dump I am going to fuck you up in ways you’ll never imagine!” Adams voice came on strong, then faded into the distant. There in front of him Tyler saw his father masturbating like a fiend to naked videos of Tyler being used. His body already covered with cumloads from the amount of orgasms he had had. His father looked at Tyler standing there, screaming at him that he was a sick fuck. Tyler lost control and responded by telling his father how much he loved seeing his hairy naked body getting off to his demonic nature. His father couldn’t stop stroking but kept yelling. The scene was imploding on itself. He felt the brutal thrusts of Adam deeper and harder and more real inside him. Tyler reached out and touched his father’s hairy chest, lust materialized as an almost magical dust emanating from him. Lightning bolts shot through Tyler at the initial touch, extreme amounts of pleasure flowed through him like a jet, disgust filled his bones at his sickness, yet he moved his hand more, caressing the body. His dad furiously screamed to stop it, but made no attempt to stop him. Tyler felt a flash coming on and with no ability to stop it, he succumbed. He appeared in the room again surrounded by the creatures. This time he was being groped from every angle. Almost every part of his body was covered in hands, or claws, or whatever these things were. He could make out horns in the shadows protruding from the heads of the creatures. He felt contentment, rage, disgust. Then he felt a massive dick running down his skinny spine. This felt like it was the size of 10 dicks in one. He felt it press against his slutty hole and felt it open to accept it. No faces could be seen but he did not care. He was learning to not care about faces, not care about looks. The claws dragged against his perfect skin, and then he felt the most massive thing enter him and he saw his skin turn blood red. In front of his eyes, tattoos began to materialize all over his arms, legs, and anything else he could seen. He could make out faintly as they materialized, nasty words being etched into him. Words like slut, faggot, demon, seemed to swirl onto his body. He felt the etching continuing on his back, above his ass, down the back of his legs, although he couldn’t read it. The pain was immense but the pleasure was indescribable. Nothing that Brandon, Adam, Jax, or any of the 20 or so other boys did to him the nights prior had even a percent of a feeling of what bliss he was experiencing now. In his mind, he made up that we wanted to stay. Fuck the real world, he belonged here. As soon as Tyler’s mind was made up, his skin returned to normal and the vision began to fade. He desperately tried to conjure the pleasure he was feeling, anything to keep this transcendence, or whatever Jax called it alive. It felt reel. Fuck it could be real. He didn’t even understand how it was happening, but he didn’t care. He had stay! He started begging out loud to the shadows to let him stay, not to take him. But as he looked down he saw himself being sucked back into reality. Adam was turning him over on his back, his face sweaty and soaked with the sweat from their destruction. Entering reality Adam ferociously kissed Tyler. Tyler’s smooth pencil legs wrapped around Adam, pulling him as deeply as he could. Tyler’s hole longed for the massive dick he had just experienced, but alas, the feeling, and even the memory was starting to fade. Tyler’s dick released a copious cum load, without it being touched, as Adam was maniacally screaming, probably waking up the entire apartment complex. It didn’t matter, Tyler had practically lose all physical remembrance of his transcendence, his arms wrapped around Adam like he was the love of his life, and Tyler committed more fully to the act than he ever did before. “I love you inside me so much my love!” Tyler screamed. “Yes! Yes! I AM YOUR FUCKING LOVE!” Adam cried. His dick was pulsating so hard that even with his incredible loose hole, Tyler could feel it knocking around inside him. Tyler felt the darkness of the scene and continued to succumb. “Give me your babies Adam, give them to me fully. Corrupt me more baby. Right here, where Brandon and I lay, where I will lie to his face that he’s the only one for me, only to think of you when I do it.” Tyler screamed, far too loud, his neighbors must think hell was taking place in his home. Adam roared releasing his loads deep into Tyler, which felt like it took five minutes to complete. Pulling out Adam attacked Tyler’s hole, sucking the cum out of it, which was easy, considering Tyler’s hole was so loose it was just about pouring out anyway. Adam went back and forth between Tyler’s hole and mouth, collecting the cum, to the point that their mouths we completely full of Tyler’s ass loads, and they made out like wild. Cum dripped down their mouths and chins, covering them. They held each other so hard it was as if they were trying to push their bodies together into one. It was beautiful, dark, sinful, and destructive. Adam pulled off Tyler finally after what seemed to be an eternity, his hands still almost out of his control, gently touching Tyler’s perfect body, flicking his nipple piercings, caressing his perfection. “I love how many men you are sleeping with my baby. The next time I cum over, your hole better be filled with multiple men’s loads, otherwise, hey I might slip up and get Brandon a but suspicious.” Wait, this wasn’t the deal. Tyler was still orgasming internally, but he tried to get himself back to reality. “Hey, I said you can have me whenever, I never said I had to have slept with multiple men beforehand. That wasn’t the agreement!” Tyler cried. “Well I made an adjustment to the agreement baby,” Adam kissed him gently on the lips, “Cmon, its not as if that’s UNLIKELY to happen anyway at this point. I’m sure you’re going to invite 20 more men over tonight to defile your bed,” Adam laughed in an evil manner. Tyler laid there like the picture of perfection, as Adam got dressed. Again, no other words were uttered. Tyler had committed to this covenant and now it owned him. All those thoughts of getting on the right track were flooding back into Tyler. How could he right this this time? Did he even want to? Deep down, he knew things were spiraling and he desperately needed to feel another transcendence as well. It was opening him up to things he had no idea he desired or wanted or even felt. Too many emotions encircled him. His body heaved with lust and desire. Adam walked out the door and Tyler began convulsing, orgasming from extreme feelings that were flooding inside him. Without even touching himself, without even being touched, Tyler experienced the most powerful orgasm he had ever had. His path was beginning to become sealed in darkness.

Chapter 6: The First Transcendence Tyler walked down the street, hair disheveled, clothes a mess, sweaty, and obviously looking like he had just finished some ravaging sex. Adam and Aaron lived in a much better part of town, so whereas Tyler and Brandon’s shit area he would have fit into fairly easily, not so much here. He looked trashy. He was getting looks and stares, like he was a street whore. He felt the cum slowly begin to work its way from his ass down his taint. Soon, it would start to dribble down his legs. Something about that made him feel good and yet it felt wrong and embarrassing. Again the force of the wrongness of everything was winding up his sexual urges, and he hated himself for it, which then further reinforced his growing horniness. Reality set in and Tyler started thinking that walking down the street with cum beginning to run down his super skinny legs and a growing hardon in his tight shorts, already looking like a whore, was probably not going to be good for him. He started to panic. As he crossed between two buildings a had reached out, grabbing his tiny arm, and pulling him forcefully into the alley. The person was incredibly rough. Immediately he had a hood over his had, his body slammed into the brick of the building, and hand covering his mouth, pushing the fabric of the hood firmly into his mouth. Tyler was terrified, but he felt that trying to scream would make things worse. Tyler began to feel a hand groping him, his hardon began to pulse. Terrified and still horny, he felt instant relief when the voice spoke. “My Tyler”, the monotone voice said. It was Jax, Tyler had memorized that voice. The hood was lifted off his face, revealing his love. Tyler leaned in to kiss Jax, without even thinking. Jax did not move. Tyler pulled back, feeling confused, yet entranced by those beautiful animal eyes. “Jax I’ve been thinking about you every moment!” Tyler exclaimed. Jax nodded, almost in a pondering manner. A deviant smile barely appeared, “And were you thinking about me when you committed the infidelity you just completed?” Tyler felt frozen. How did Jax know that? Was he watching him? How the literal hell would he know? Jax’s had was already on Tyler’s upper thigh, and beginning to get covered in Adam’s cum that was leaking from Tyler’s fresh slut hole. Jax pulled his hand away, bringing it up to Tyler’s mount. “Eat your cheater’s cum”, Jax ordered. Tyler freaked. He didn’t know if Jax was spying on him, he was in an alley, but still anyone could see from either side. He was still ridiculously turned on, but he pulled away. “This isn’t very private…” Tyler started. “I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK. AND NEITHER DO YOU. IF YOU JUST DECIDED TO BE A SLUT LIKE YOU WERE, YOU CAN LICK HIS CUM FROM YOUR ASS OFF MY HAND. NOW.”, Jax was incredibly firm. Tyler reached out to touch Jax while he began to let Jax’s cummy hand enter his mouth. Jax harshly swatted Tyler’s hands away. “Eat the cum you garbage slut.” Jax ordered. “I haven’t given you permission to touch my perfection. Tyler, defeated, began sensually licking the cum from his own ass off Jax’s fingers. Slowly, deeply, he tasted the melding of him and Adam off the fingers of the man he cheated on his lover with. Jax’s other hand pulled behind Tyler, gathering the next gob of cum to eat. Jax alternated hands for Tyler to worship and lick. Tyler was beginning to feel high off the disgust of the human being he was, but for what felt like hours, he ate as much cum that Jax could pull from his dripping hole. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Jax could no longer pull some measurable cum from Tyler’s hole and legs. “I missed you Tyler”, Jax’s tone changed dramatically, smashing his lips into Tyler, they made out like psychos. Tyler just moaned. His world felt like it was flipped upside down in lust. His hands reached under Jax’s shirt, feeling him up, caressing his boney body. Jax was doing similar to Tyler, but it was obvious that Tyler was the addict. He was touching Jax like he was a trophy, an object, something he couldn’t get enough of. It was it Tyler was trying to get his fingers to memorize every curve, the level of softness, the amount of smoothness, of every micro inch of Jax’s unbelievable body. “Are you thinking about Brandon right now?” Jax interjected while they were making out. Tyler seemed perplexed. “Um no Jax, I’m all about you baby!” He exclaimed. Jax looked disappointed. “You should be thinking about the boy you are lying to right now.” Jax cooed. “Do it. Feel it. You know that cheating is taking a hold of you.” Tyler felt more mass confusion within him. He know the level of wrongness in the infidelity he was creating was horrible, but he knew taking pleasure in it was beyond disgusting. He just nodded his head in agreement but was too focused on Jax to think of Brandon in any measurable manner. Jax continued his groping and kissing of Tyler, but he knew Tyler wasn’t thinking of Brandon. “Lets go babe”, Jax ordered. Tyler nodded. He didn’t ask where, he didn’t ask why, he didn’t ask how long, he just grabbed Jax’s hand and followed him down the alley. Jax approached an old rusty door further down the alley. He opened it, its hinges creaking extraordinarily, is if the door hadn’t been opened in a millennia. It was almost completely dark inside, yet a small glass block window let in enough light. It looked like a small manufacturing office or room inside. Tons of rusted metal objects and frames, an old cash register, rusted chains hung from the ceiling. Tyler paused as Jax tried to wave him into the darkness. Something didn’t feel right. Jax however, did not wait for any discussion about the current situation. He grabbed Tyler, thrusting him into the darkness, and forcibly walked behind him, slamming the door with fury, and turning the locking mechanism with anger. Tyler swung around after being pushed, seeing Jax take off his shirt, his skin and bones exposed in the light pouring through the window. Jax’s eyes began to change color, to a blood red hue. Tyler had been enamored by Jax from the moment he had seen him, but Jax’s now red eyes, looked like they went on into his soul for miles. He’d never seen anything like this, he’d never contemplated anything so out of this world. Jax slammed his hands into Tyler’s shoulders, Tyler stumbled, knocking over heaps of rusted mental frames and trinkets. Things were moving too fast. Tyler tried to regain his composure. Jax slammed Tyler onto the hard floor. Jax’s pants, which were practically plastered to his skeleton body, were being pulled down. No underwear, just his gigantic cock, with a massive bead of pre cum, was in front of him. Tyler, while in pain, instinctively went to suck it. Jax backhanded Tyler so hard the room started to spin. This wasn’t the somewhat playful backhand that Jax gave Tyler in the car the other night. This felt like hatred. “I didn’t tell you to suck it. Take your clothes off NOW!” Jax demanded. Tyler stripped, and before he had finally pulled off his little baby blue ankle socks, Jax again grabbed him angrily, flipping him over onto the cold hard floor and rammed into him. “Do I own you?” Jax demanded loudly. Tyler’s slut hole opened up for his lover, already wet with the remnants of the other boy he just cheated with. Tyler’s tone was more sultry than ever, just a determined, “Yes”, was uttered. Tyler’s face was smashed into the floor, his whole body was too. Jax went deep into him, fucking him like it was what he was meant to do. “Come away with me Tyler. Lets transcend this world for a real hell”, Jax then whispered in his ear. With that, Jax pulled all the way out of Tyler, staring at Tyler’s gaping hole for a moment, and then with the might of a thousand twinks, rammed so hard into Tyler that he slammed Tyler’s prostrate harder than he had every felt. Tyler began to convulse, an orgasm unlike anything he had ever felt was building within him so quickly. The room began to spin profusely, the kisses on his neck from Jax was like electrical bolts through his body. Tyler began seeing colors flashing before his eyes. Faster and faster and fast. Now the colors changed to blinding white, and as if a strobe light was placed in front of his eyes, it pulsed with incredible speed. The white then modulated to the same blood red of Tyler’s eyes, and then everything went black. Tyler looked down, seeing himself in a dirty deserted room, being fucked mercilessly by Jax. He felt, ethereal, as he floated above reality. Turning to his right Jax was floating next him. They were both naked, both almost transparent. The continued to float higher and higher above the scene below them, until it was just a white dot in a room of incredible darkness. Then the visions began to flow. Tyler saw himself with Brandon on their wedding day. The vision continued to modulate and flash alternate scenes. Tyler walking up the aisle, then a quick flash, Tyler was naked, then back to being in his tuxedo. As he arrived at the altar, another flash, Jax was besides Brandon, his tongue on his neck, Brandon’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and Jax’s hand’s feeling up Brandon’s body. Flash again – the scene was back to normal, Brandon was receiving Tyler at the altar, the priest welcoming all the guests. Another flash, a naked Jax sitting in the front pew, jacking his cock that was now twice the size that it was in real life. Flash again – the scene returned to normal. As the boys said their wedding vows flashes back and forth of seeing Jax behind Brandon, touching him, staring down Tyler in hatred, and then in loved, and then in disgusted again. When it came time for the final kiss, Tyler leaned in to kiss Brandon, but another flash happened, Tyler was naked in the aisle, staring at the altar, Brandon saying “I do”, staring right into Jax’s eyes. Jax opened one eye to stare at Tyler, laying naked in the aisle, although he didn’t seem to be noticed by anyone else. As Jax and Brandon walked back down the aisle, Tyler was obviously invisible to everyone besides Jax. As Jax passed by Tyler, he raised his foot kicking Tyler in the face, knocking him out cold. Another flash, Tyler floated above the bed as Jax made love to Brandon on their wedding night. Brandon was screaming things about how he wasted his life with Tyler, and Jax was the only man for him. Jax was whispering horrors in Brandon’s ears about Tyler being a filthy slut, Brandon seeming so content about having Jax in his arms. Another flash, now another version of Jax was floating next to Tyler watching Brandon and Jax make sickening love in their bed below. The floating Jax grabbed Tyler and begin to make out, groping each other like maniacs, as they watched another version of reality with Brandon being in love with Jax below. Another flash, Tyler was tied to a dumpster in an incredibly dirty back alley. Dirty mattresses strewn the alley, other trashy twink slept on them, as Tyler, in a much skinnier form turned around to look up at Jax, who had his hand on Tyler’s head, looking down the street seeing 200 or so men lined up for Tyler’s dumpster ass. The first man entered Tyler, Jax kissed Tyler deeply, Tyler became one with being a slut in that instant, then another flash occurred. He was yet again floating with another version of Jax above the wedding bed of Brandon and Jax, yet Brandon was sleeping, and Jax was inviting men in. Jax was bent over, screaming and getting fucked, while Brandon lay asleep. Jax had pulled his new wedding ring off and tossed it in the corner, as he cheated on his husband while he slept. Another flash, Tyler was in a dark smokey room with a singular light in the center. Surrounding him, were gargantuan dark figures with blood red eyes. These looked like abominations. They chanted at him, “he is most beautiful”, “he must be corrupted”, “belongs to the darkness”. Their smokey claws, hands, whatever they were extended from the darkness, groping Tyler. Tyler realized he was chained to the ground. He couldn’t move. He felt immense pleasure at his situation, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The chanting was like a drug, he felt like nothing else. These dark creatures, these dark things, could do what they wanted with him. Another flash, Tyler was back chained to the dumpster, and while he hadn’t experience all of it, he knew in his mind he had somehow taken 101 of the 200 men that had waited in line for him. Jax’s lips had been pressed to his while he was being destroyed. Then looking over Tyler saw his parents, starting in disgust. Tyler became harder at their disgust. They screamed at what a retched thing he was, how they never wanted to see him again. Multiple flashes occurred then, seeing Brandon with Jax, seeing the abominations, seeing Jax cheat on Brandon, seeing the real world version of what happened when Tyler cheated on Brandon with Jax, seeing himself cheat with Adam, flash after flash, like a slide show. The flashes slowed, and Tyler looked at his disgusted parents with vitriol and disgust himself. He screamed at them “This is who I am. You will touch yourself tonight at my perfection!” His parents gasped and ran down the alley, leaving a chained Tyler with a river running into a lake of cum that was pouring out of his ass. Another flash, the creatures had descended upon Tyler, kissing him, entering him, deep red fires burned all over the room, yet the creatures were pitch black, and Tyler kissed them all. Touched them all. His bliss was unexplainable, he was reborn as a demon, or so he felt. The creatures muttered in their deep guttural voices, “corrupt him”, “demonize him”, “twist him”. The room started spinning hard. Tyler couldn’t stop the spinning. The white strobing came back until the room became black. Off in the distance, Tyler saw a white dot, getting larger and larger, until he could make out. He was approaching reality again. He saw his skinny body covered in sweat, his face mashed to the ground, Jax’s big dick slamming into him with no mercy, a practical fountain of cum splurting out of his ass every time Jax slammed into him. Jax then pulled his head back as far as it would go, grasping Tyler’s soaked hair. Tyler watched himself in ecstasy, but couldn’t feel anything. Jax appeared next to him. He smiled at him, but this time he looked like the devil. As quickly as he appeared, he disappeared, and Tyler felt himself being sucked back into reality. Moving closer and closer to his real body. Tyler jolted into reality feeling the immense force of Jax’s thrusts into him. The sounds were guttural. Lots of grunting and moaning coming from Jax and the sound of Jax’s cum being sloshed around every time he pushed back in Tyler. Tyler’s ass felt like nothing at this point, he could feel the ground underneath him was sticky wet, and he realized he was lying in a pool of his own cum, probably mixed some with the amount that was leaking from his ass. The amount of cum he was laying in, was outrageous. He must have cum more than he could have ever imagine. The amount of sweat pouring down on Tyler from Jax was extreme. He felt like he was being fucked in the rain. Tyler had momentary flashes of his out of body experience, but he remained in reality. In fact, he remained laying there, he didn’t thrust his ass back, he didn’t move. He just became entrenched into his dark actions, and gave himself like the property he was to Jax. Jax fucking Tyler on the hard floor lasted hours, the amount of cum was gross and Tyler began licking the lake that was surrounding him as Jax finished up whatever orgasm he was currently on. Tyler had cum in his hair, covering his entire front torso, and looked 10 times worse than he did when he was walking down the street hours ago. The light through the window was incredibly dim. It must have been late. Brandon would have gone to work by now. Jax finally pulled out of Tyler, and Tyler instinctively cleaned every inch of his cock with his mouth. “That was quite a transcendence.” Jax explained. Tyler was shaking, he was so weak at this point. “What do you mean babe?” “You left your body for many hours during that. I was there with you”, Jax said calmly. “What the literal fuck is going on?” Tyler snapped. “You transcended you dumb slut. You left to higher plain of ecstasy for a while. It happens with me, you’ll see. You go to a place where your hopes and fears all battle things out. You get to see vividly everything you are scared of, and your deepest wants.” “But I’ve never thought about you and Brandon together…” Tyler began. Jax stared at him with the same devil smile that he did right before Tyler had re-entered reality. “Oh baby, I never said I didn’t have SOME control of your transcendence.” Jax looked like evil as he continued. “I inserted the things I knew would live within you to help grow that guilt and wrongness that you are learning to love so deeply.” “So you pushed my mind to think about me being a dumpster slut and my parents finding me being so trashy?!” Tyler exclaimed. “Oh baby, I know what I inserted into your head, and it certainly wasn’t that”, Jax said, gently caressing Tyler’s cummy hair as they were both standing up. “You have some darkness buried deep in you at this point.” Tyler looked at his phone. 30 missed text messages from Brandon, and 6 missed calls. Jax was already opening the creaky door. “Now I will say my love, you look like the trashiest whore in the world right now. I certainly wouldn’t think you would be safe walking home looking like that on the city streets.” Jax taunted. Tyler could feel how fucked he must look. “You can maybe drive me home Jax?” He asked softly. Jax laughed, almost maniacally, “I think you’ll be safe in the back alleys….all the way home.” With that, Jax stepped out the door. Tyler rushed to follow him and was only a few steps behind him, although he was certainly walking funny from how blown out his hole was. As he reached the doorway he looked both ways, and there was no Jax to be seen. Daylight was waning heavily, a disgusting Tyler had to get home without being reported as a street whore in the nice area of town, and he had a lot of explaining to do to Brandon. Clothes soaked in cum and sweat, hair sticking in all directions, eyes sucken in, skin pale from the amount of energy exertion, Tyler stepped out from his room of destruction to make the long walk home and desperately tried to figure out how to handle Brandon.

Ok all. Chapter 6 will be up momentarily. Now I think everyone knows there are some fantastical elements to this story. I'll be curious to hear what you think of this next chapter. Its my story so I'm not necessarily going to heavily alter things if some do not like it but it's part of the mental part of the entire saga. The mental part has to be there for this to have the weight I intend for it to have. I hope you enjoy.

CHAPTER 5: ADAM Nothing had transpired with him and Brandon after Tyler’s night of hell. Brandon didn’t seem to suspect anything, and Tyler certainly hadn’t said anything. Tyler dreamed of Jax every night, his hand would ferociously jerk his dick thinking about Jax. Everytime he told Brandon he loved him, the guilt was overwhelming, yet somehow it would make Tyler so hard he would have to leave the room to blow multiple loads. Then the guilt of getting off to the guilt of his infidelity would turn him on again. Tyler didn’t understand. He had so many levels of guilt he couldn’t even think straight, but everything was a domino effect. Each feeling of guilt manifested into Tyler wanting to cum, and cum, and be touched, and be bad. There was still plenty inside him telling him to stay good, to love Brandon, to treat that night like a horrible mistake, but never speak of it again, yet he know deep down he would have a hard time staying the straight and narrow after what happened to him. Once he had exhausted multiple orgasms for the day, he would tend to feel like he had gotten it out of his system, only to realize not even an hour or so later, that he craved it even more. Several days after that night, Tyler got a text from Adam. “I need to talk to you, can you come over?” The text inquired. “Whats it about?” Tyler asked. “Just come over please.” Tyler arrived at Adam’s apartment, where a tight pair of shorts and a sleeveless tee, his skinny body glistening in the sun. Adam answered the door shirtless, his face was full of pain, and he waved Tyler inside. Collapsing on the sofa in front of Tyler, his head in his hands, Adam broke down. “I didn’t know who else to talk to,” Adam said. “What do you mean Adam? What is this all about? We aren’t even that close!” Tyler said in a slightly exasperated manner. “What do you mean what is this about?” Adam exclaimed, “We cheated!” Tyler felt shockwaves shooting through him. How did Adam know? How could he know? He had left with that boy in the club. Plus, Aaron and Adam had an open relationship so how could Adam have cheated? “Those boys were all about you Tyler! I know they must have touched you to the extreme after I left.” “Uh, Adam,” Tyler sighed, “You know I am 100% loyal to Brandon. They were a bit flirty, but I drew the line. You should know that Im not about to cheat on Brandon.” “Oh, shit. Man Tyler, with you being the hottest thing in that club, I figured you’d let go, and just went for it. Those boys were hot too. Fuck. Now you’re not going to understand.” Adam sighed. “I’ve been cheating on Aaron with that boy from the club every day. He’s insane, he makes me take him bareback in front of all the happy pictures of Aaron and he begs me to tell him that I love him. And fuck Ty, I like it. I can’t stop it. I feel gulty as fuck after these 4 to 5 to 6 hour long lovefests are done, and it makes me horny. How can guilt make someone horny?!” Tyler felt the guilt begin to rise in him. Like getting a hardon in a crowd and being uncomfortable, Tyler felt himself immediately desperate trying to think of something to calm the burning fire that was going within in as soon as Adam started talking about guilt.” “Tyler, I’m masturbating like 20 times a day in pleasure every time I think about my guilt! What the fuck, it feels amazing, it feels wrong, but I don’t understand. We were supposed to tell each other everything, but it feels so much better to tell him nothing. It feels so much better to tell someone else that I love them and then bullshit it with Aaron. What the fuck is up with me?” “Adam, I….I….don’t know what to say buddy,” Tyler gulped hard, “I’ve just never gone through this before. I really can’t counsel you on this.” Tyler could see Adam’s tears, mixed with rage, mixed with a growing dick in his athletic shorts. Tyler was feeling like his control was being eroded at breakneck pace at this point. The jolts, shockwaves, tingles, shooting all throughout him thinking about cheating, guilt, and what is was doing to him at home, and now hearing someone else giving into it, made trying to keep his horniness almost impossible. His dick started to grow. Considering the size of shorts Tyler was wearing, it took practically nothing before it was obvious through Adam’s tears that Tyler was aroused. “Why are you hard?” Adam said, almost angrily. “I’m not,” Tyler lied again. Adam could see the darkness rising in Tyler, along with his average dick now being rock hard. Adam reached and grabbed Tyler’s now pulsing cock, and Tyler yelped. “Adam!” “Tell me to stop” Tyler was about to say it but he realized he couldn’t. “What, do you like this shit? Lying piece of shit!” Adam was more angry than horny. His grief, guilt, and internal hatred for himself was manifesting as sexual, but it was clear his anger was key. Tyler relented, “I mean, I mean, just maybe it turned me on just a little bit? I mean not a lot, I mean….” Adam slammed his lips into Tyler’s violently. Their tongues swirled, and then Tyler pulled away for a breath. “How many did you sleep with that night?!” Adam demanded. “None!” Tyler again lying harder than ever “FUCKING BULLSHIT YOU WHORE!” Adam roared. “HOW FUCKING MANY??!” “NONE!” Tyler was yelling back. Adams hands were beginning to grope him. Fog was entering his head. His mind went to Brandon, then to Jax, then to Adam’s anger staring him in the face. “I don’t fucking believe you for a second!” Adam screamed as he began to unbutton Tyler’s tight shorts. Sweat began to pour down Tyler’s face. The guilt bubble inside him was at a boiling point. His dick was pulsing, memories of that night were jolting him into the stratosphere, he felt the same loss of control he did with Jax. This perfect, sweet, sensual, beautiful disaster was overcoming him. He was weak, useless, trashy, and couldn’t hold it in any longer. “AT LEAST FUCKING 40!!!!” Tyler howled. “Oh you fucking lying, cheating disgusting slut!!” Adam returned the howl. Ripping off Tyler’s shorts down the smoothest, skinniest legs he’d ever laid his eyes on, he felt his dick pulsing uncontrollably. “And I bet it was all unprotected….” Tyler just looked down, he gave in to guilt, to shame, and Adam lifted his skinny legs in the air. “Well I guess you’ll love me in you raw, and not knowing where my dick has been then you fucking TRASH!” Adam plunged into Tyler without another moment’s hesitation. Fireworks shot through Tyler, the room disappeared, colors of every spectrum shot around him, his nerves were on fire as every sensation felt like heaven and hell mixed into some dark maniacal emotion. He wasn’t in Adam’s apartment anymore. He transcended space and time. Visions of his lovemaking to Brandon, his horror committed the other night, intertwined, fighting each other, shattering into a million pieces only to re-emerge to fight each other again. Tyler saw visions of Brandon sobbing, Jax laughing, Bastion breeding. Tyler saw two paths emerge. A glowing beautiful vibrant utterly blissful relationship with the man he loved, visions of 5, 10, 15 years down the road together in the most happy ways possible. The other path was his skinny body soaked from the rain in a back alley, his knees smashed into the concrete as his face was pressed up against a dumpster, rivers of cum flowing out of his perfect pussy, and a line down the alley, down the street and across town to enter him. “You. Don’t. Know. Where. My. Dick. Has. Been!” Adam screamed, every word was a gigantic thrust into Tyler. “Take that fucking shirt off.” Tyler relented, pulling his shirt off, showing off his wet, sweaty skin matted to his skinny frame, his metal and diamond piercings shimmering in the light. Their lips met again, this time anger melded with lust, Tyler felt love, then realized it was silly to feel love, and then realized he wanted to feel it, and then felt guilty. The guilt drove pre cum to start pouring out of his dick. “Gawd I used to think you were so perfect but you are goddamn utter trash!” Adam was still screaming. His hips were working into Tyler’s still incredibly loose hole. “You can tell you went fucking slut mode on Brandon you dumb fuck. I can barely feel my cock in your ass, and its fucking amazingly hot!” Adam continued pumping Tyler, Tyler’s head bobbing back and forth. He really was in another dimension. Adam would pull him out of his stupor, but then fell back into it. Adam’s words were dulled by the feelings Tyler was having. Again his mind watched visions of him being a back alley cum dump and he could feel the love that his future self had for what he was doing, and then his visions would change to a sobbing Brandon, and Tyler couldn’t understand, but he felt content. “I’m going to put my fucking babies in you and make you MINE!” Adam yelled. Tyler snapped out of his daze, “But I’m not yours,” he whispered quietly. Adam backhanded Tyler across his face several times, still increasing for fury in his fucking, then licking softly up and down Tyler’s neck and whispering, “You know you want to be mine.” Adam’s tone went from so angry to so sultry and it deepened the darkness swirling in Tyler. He felt new sensations shooting through him as Adam made his statement, a wanting, a belonging, a reason for new pleasure. “Make me yours them,” Tyler sighed. Adam screamed like an animal, ramming so hard into Tyler that Tyler lost his breath. He felt Adam slam his prostate so hard, cum began shooting from his dick, and then the fire hose of Adam’s dick began to blow his DNA deep within Tyler’s slut hole. “Kiss me better than you have ever kissed Brandon!” Adam orderd. And so Tyler did. He felt Adam and him ascending into the heavens, staring down at the world, electricity shooting out of them. He felt pregnant from the amount of cum deposited into him from Adam, and went limp in his arms. Adam pulled out of Tyler, and Tyler instinctively cleaned his dick with his mouth. “You’re disgusting, but that hole is mine,” Adam claimed. “ You will come over here whenever the fuck I want, or Brandon is going to know fucking EVERYTHING”. Adam had gotten his fill, and now his rage was back. Tyler could see this rage pleasured him, he was enjoying this, he was falling in love with his own anger and letting it consumer him. Tyler put his clothes back on, exchanging kisses with Adam and letting Adam grope him as he tried to get dressed. “I will ruin your relationship if I have to, do not make me go that far” Adam demanded. Tyler didn’t say a word. Adam for a moment, was taken a back. Tyler’s eyes, they looked like a cat’s eye, and animal eye for a brief second. Adam blinked, and it was gone. Must have been the light. There was no resolution. Tyler never agreed to come back, or denied Adam’s statement. Hair disheveled, sweaty, panting, and still higher than could be described, a defeated Tyler walked towards the apartment door to leave. Adam looked at his phone, Aaron would be home soon, otherwise this bitch would not have only taken one load of his DNA for the day. Adam felt he had Tyler hooked. He had no idea what was swirling in Tyler’s mind or the mania that was beginning to ensue. Adam’s phone vibrated with a text message as Tyler left the apartment. “FROM BASTION: WANT TO GO TO HELL TOGETHER TONIGHT ONCE AARON FALLS ASLEEP?” Adam smiled, a wicked smile. That Bastion boy really knew how to defile his hole. “WHENEVER YOU WANT, MY REAL LOVE”, Adam replied via text.

Im not fully happy with this Chapter but I needed to get over the hump to move the story forward and this was necessary. I hope you can understand and its still enjoyable for you. Luckily I am posting the next chapter right after this one. CHAPTER 4: HEDON At 4AM HEDON was still packed full of the most beautiful twinks anyone had ever seen. Its was an expansive commune, thirty to fourty times larger than Tyler had seen. There were dozens of expansive open sex rooms, private fuck closets, gloryholes, lounges, alcoves, bar locations and there was even the man den, a place for old men to come (if they were members or investors of the club that is) and enjoy the sensual delights of any boy there. Exactly, as the clock hit 4AM, all the lights in the club turned a deep red. A small buzzing sound came over the speakers for around 30 seconds, but the red lights remained. The scene was never affected by the change. Lust continued to flow from the multiple floors and every corner of the compound. Open and wild sex was rampant everywhere anyone would look. In a small brick hallway, 6 doors opened, almost simultaneously and 6 extremely skinny, black-robed figures exited from individual rooms. They wore only tiny black briefs, a hooded cloak that ran to the floor, and a tight fighting mask over their faces resembling a blank stare. Their pace down the hallways was brisk, but not overly hurried. They wound their way through the halls, up a set of stair, down two others. They had purpose in their movement, and they arrived at what happened to be a glass conference room, surrounded on 3 sides by the largest of the open sex rooms. It was more of a sex floor. Over 100 psychotic, wild, addicted twinks where going at it in various manners. Pleasure abounded from every look on their face, their ecstasy was real and pure. The six figures paid no attention. They entered the conference room one by one, each taking a set around a gorgeous ebony-wood lacquered conference table. At the head of the table, was another hooded figure. This one wore a mask, and also was in underwear, albeit boxer briefs. He had a beefy hairy dad bod. The mask he wore was the same blank staring mask as the 6 sitting in front of him. “Harbingers!” he said exuberantly. “Yes Hedon”, they all responded in unison. A man in an exceptional suit appeared next to Hedon, or Lord Hedon as he was officially known. The man looked as if he had just stepped out of trading on Wall Street. “This here is Michael Cormacker. He owns several multinational corporations with profits in the billions. He is married, bored, and desperate for the life that HEDON can provide him”, Hedon claimed. The figures said nothing. They didn’t appear to be in a trance. Their heads pointed downwards, their robes were slightly opened, showing glittering hints of their skinny bodies. There was no nodding, no acknowledgement to Hedon, just complacency, as it appeared. “Before we attend to Mr. Cormacker’s needs,” Hedon stated, “a slight bit of business and reminders”. The biweekly tradition of mounting will take place in next week for you six. You all have done it many times, you know what is expected of you. The normal 12 hour duration will be in place. Be prepared to give yourself to your deepest and darkest filth as you let the masses use you. Currently, with the club’s population, we are looking at least at 500. That may increase as we approach the date.” The figures all nodded, not saying a word. “Now, Mr. Cormacker. You are sincerely interested in our establishment, as our considerable amount of resources have determined. Let me help you understand what it is we do here.” Mr. Cormacker nodded. You could see his eyes darting in between the figures at the table, trying to catch a glance as to whatever was under their robes, how beautiful their faces must be under those masks. “These are the harbingers. The facilitate the corruption and the finality of giving in to utter pleasure, at whatever expense is necessary.” Hedon signaled to the figures at the table as he explained. “What do you mean harbingers? Cormacker seemed annoyed with the cult like nature of what he had originally thought was just a sex club. “Let me explain how Hedon operates,” Hedon described. “We practice the purest form of hedonism. We give into lust, pleasure, at any and all expense. Our greatest pleasure is seeing boys devolve into sexual maniacs, watching their relationships, lives, everything, fall apart right in front of their eyes, and watching them derive the greatest pleasure from it.” Hedon’s voice was deep, but smooth. The figures at the table made no response at all. “Listen man, I have unlimited funds to invest, but I have no interest in supporting a club with such an odd code. I just want unlimited fucking to satisfy me in the ways my wife never will!” Cormacker was annoyed at this point. “Permit me the time to explain the process.” Hedon signaled for Cormacker’s eyes towards the glass walls over the conference room. Smoke hid the clearer picture, but Cormacker, now focused on room surrounding the conference area, could make out thinly veiled figures, what looked to be perfectly shaped twinks, making out, touching each other , connecting with each other. On the panel to his left, Hedon pressed a button. Parts of the ceiling in the outer room surrounded the conference opened up, revealing giant fans which began to spin up. Within a moment, the fans sucked all the smoke out and the ecstasy was revealed. Cormacker gazed in disbelief at the number of beautiful twinks, sweat covering their bodies, their lips and tongues intertwined, their bodies gyrating to the dark evil techno that was playing. There was nothing but lust. He watched in amazement for minute after minute as the boys just cycled from one to another, with seemingly unlimited horniness, and craving more and more. “They only sleep as little as they can. This is how they live,” Hedon explained. “And it is done through the dark deeds of the harbingers. But in the end, all these boys chose this. They weren’t forced, they aren’t paid. This is the life they have chosen to live.” Cormacker’s mouth was practically on the floor at this point. What he was seeing was heavenly, and hellish, and every dream he ever had. “May I continue with your education then? “Hedon’s words pointed at Cormacker. “Continue”, Cormacker said. There was no more annoyance in his voice, he was hooked already. “The harbingers each represent a different part in the cycle of becoming an addicted hedonist. They are experts at their craft, their desires as impure as can be imagined, and their results are impeccable. “ Hedon motioned for the first harbinger at the table to stand. The harbinger stood, his robe pulling open, showing a very tight, lanky, skinny, glistening smooth perfect body. “This is the Harbinger of Infidelity”, Hedon said. “He lives to take pleasure in the initial deception and lack of control a boy exhibits when he cheats on his lover. The Harbinger is an expert at planting all the seeds of infidelity in a boy. The boy becomes obsessed with this Harbinger, his thoughts turn from his boyfriend, and the cheating commences. As with every harbinger, nothing is forced. The boy comes to realize the pleasure of his deception, of the hell he is creating, and finds extreme pleasure in the guilt and the lying. This is the first step on the path, and this harbinger, the facilitator. The Harbinger of Infidelity sat down, keeping his robe more open for Cormacker to gaze at his perfect body. The next Harbinger stood up. “The Harbinger of Mania,” Hedon laughed. “After a boy has fully fallen into the corruption of cheating, this Harbinger takes over to exacerbate the corruption. Mania, insanity, pulse through the boy, augmenting his feels of lust, augmenting his frequency of cheating, taking the sex to a different level, showing the boy that losing his mind can create ultimate pleasure. This mania is important for the next step.” Cormacker’s mouth was wide open at Mania’s perfect body, as his robe was exposing it wide open. However, as expected of Mania, he was caressing and touching his own body like crazy, almost egging Cormacker to make his way around the table to touch him. However he sat down as the third Harbinger stood up. “The Harbinger of Doubt,” Hedon’s tone became more serious, “has the job of corrupting both sides of the relationship. He places strain through interactions with both boyfriends, the one that is cheating, and the one that is unknowingly being cheated upon. He wraps his tendrils around the brain of each, causing sincere doubt and questioning. Relationships heave under his expert meddling, fracturing in multiple ways, their demise on the horizon. Of course, because we do not force anyone, couples may recover from these fractures, yet few do. Doubt has an incredible hold on the situation as it matures into something darker. “ Doubt displayed his body, more simply like Infidelity did, and Cormacker just began to drool. Each one was more perfect than the next. The next three stood up together. “Instead of boring you with the details, I will keep the remaining brief and simple. In front of you stands the Harbingers of Broken Will, Whoring, and finally, Hedonism. Each again representing a pivotal step in a boy’s fall to true hedonism.” Hedon stared at Cormacker, “Do you understand the fall, the pleasure, and the dark phoenix that rises from the ashes at this point?” Cormacker gulped, a massive impression from his hard cock was jutting out from his suit pants. “So how many boys have they corrupted?” “Our current resident count is around 500 at this time,” Hedon smiled, “All of them cheated into oblivion, and some of the boys they cheated on fell into this darkness as well.” “What do you mean by resident count?” “As stated, our boys have given up everything, willingly.” Hedon’s smirked darkly. “They have given up their lives, families, lovers, all to be naked almost 24/7 here in their home, where they become eternally entrenched in ecstasy. They live here. They cruise the streets sometime, but in the end, they go where they can be sluts, always raw, unprotected, sluts. Your investment is not paying to have sex with them, it is to keep this massive operation open and become a member, giving you access at any time of the day. These boys would have sex with you regardless of investment as I have stated, they do no discriminate. They want pleasure from ANYONE!” Hedon hissed. Cormacker then realized hands were all over his body. His eyes diverted from Hedon to see he was surrounded by the Harbingers, their robes crumpled on the floor around their chairs, their extremely skinny, glossy bodies rubbing up against them. Their faces remained covered, just exceptionally hot bodies in the tiniest briefs with faceless masks, allowing Cormacker to touch them. He felt the pleasure, the ecstasy, the lust. He wanted them, he wanted the boys outside the conference room in the smoke, he wanted them all. “But there are only twinks here,” Cormacker said, “Would I not be out of place? Would they even have sex with me?” Hedon’s gaze snapped to him, “We have tens of thousands of square feet in a dedicated sub club for daddies and extreme older men.” Hedon pressed another button and a screen behind him lit, with multiple cameras situated over the area he was speaking of. Cormacker’s jaw dropped even more as gorgeous twink after gorgeous twink were seen excessively loving on some of the oldest men he’d ever seen. One twink, from the video feed, had to be hardcore riding an 80 year old, and the twink looked like he was having an orgasm every 30 seconds. He had never seen anything so fucked up yet so beautiful, and never seen a twink ever into a man of that age in his life. “Is that….normal?” Cormacker stuttered. Hedon smiled, “All of our boys do that, every single day.” The Harbingers nodded, their hands still groping Cormacker, his hands running up and down their bodies. In lust, Cormacker exclaimed “The money is yours, I want to be here every moment I can” The Harbingers, then began to leave, one by one, with Mania grabbing Cormacker’s hand leading him out of the conference room. Hedon swiveled to get a better look at the multi camera monitor. From above, he saw Cormacker enter the sweet, and was swarmed by at least 10 twinks. His clothes were off, his head thrown back, his body pulsed with lust as he submitted to the group surrounding him. Hedon had secured funding for the next 10 years, on top of multiple other prospective investors who would go through the same courtship in the upcoming days.

Just didn't have the time tonight. Still working on it