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Game Quest: Part 22 “You’re still a lousy shot,” quipped Mark running his hand over Greg’s plump red hot ass. “Plenty of time to work at it…” I shot back. I turned my attention to the boy. He wasn’t crying any more. I lifted his head to look into his face. He stared blankly, unable to focus on anything. His breathing was labored and I slapped his face hard to see if he’d respond. It took a few slaps and Mark tugging at the strap on his butt plug to bring him back to reality. “Come on,” said Mark. “Let’s get this plug out of his cunt and get some more cock in him. I’m my balls are ready to explode.” “Hold on,” I said to Mark. “Boy, are you with me?” He still stared off across the room. I knelt down to bring my face closer to the boy. Then I lifted his head and started to kiss him. Slowly the boy started to respond, and his breathing increased. No doubt his ass was searing with pain from the strapping. I pulled away and said. “See boy, that’s what happens when you’re a bad boy. The strapping you just got was part of the learning process and I’m sure there will be many other times when you will get the same. But I want you to understand, it’s for your own good, and sorry ‘sorry’ means nothing to me until you’re fully punished. Just nod your head if you understand.” Weakly, he lifted his head a bit. “Was that a nod boy?” I asked Again, he lifted his head as best he could. “Good boy,” I praised. “I want you to remember boy, that whenever you want to say sorry, it means nothing. So the next time you feel you need to apologize, remember, beg to be punished instead. Is that clear?” Again, he nodded, still with the glazed look in his eyes. Looking back at Mark, I saw his cock was throbbing hard again. I reached over and grabbed a bottle of poppers and held it under his nose. “Here boy,” I said lovingly. “Breath in deep, this will help with things.” He started to take a deep breath. “No, no, through your nose. Sniff deeply boy.” He started to revive a little more, but still in a daze from the belting. “Good pig,” I said. “There’s plenty more where that came from.” “Thank you Sir.” “Now Mark is anxious to pump some more cum into your little pussy there boy. How about we get you off the bench for a little while, and try fucking you another position. Would you like that boy?” “Yes Sir.” “But any shit from you and you’re going back on the bench. Understood?” I asserted. “Yes, Sir.” “Good boy,” I said as I removed the locking pins from his wrist shackles. “Give me a hand Mark, you take care of the straps, but leave the plug alone. I’ll get that.” Mark replied “OK”, and busied himself with the straps. I moved around to the back of the boy and undid the strap for the plug. “Ok, boy. This is gonna hurt. Don’t push, just relax your cunt muscles and let me do the rest. Understand boy?” “I think so Sir.” He replied I started tug lightly at the ball plug buried in his ass for about two hours now, but his hole was still too tight and was not going to give it up easily. “Mark,” I said, “give him another hit of poppers, his cunt’s not letting go of this easily.” Mark held the poppers under his nose, and told Greg to sniff deep. I grabbed ahold of the strap that was still attached to the base of the plug, and started to pull slowly, but with more force listening to the boy wince in pain. His ass lips started to distend out as the ball of the plug started to surface, when finally, it crested and his hole expelled it with a ‘slop’. Ass slime and cum followed the plug and slopped to the floor leaving the smallest gape in his recently deflowered hole. “Nice,” I said. “Looks like his cunt is going to open up like a real pig’s. Come get a look.” Mark made his way around to see. “Oh ya,” he said. “Look at it that juicy hole wink and drip, a very cock hungry cunt indeed.” At that Mark started to stick his fingers in the boy’s cunt and slide them around. The boy started drawing short breaths from the stinging pain of his tender hole. “And sensitive too,” I added. “Now go ahead, and drop your tox load in him, before the others get here. I’m going to wait until later tonight when he’s good and full.” I grinned rubbing my cock.

Game Quest: Part 21 No pity for pigs. Mark tossed me the leather and I wagged it in front of his face so the boy could see it. “See this, boy? This is what Daddy’s going to use to punish you, and it’s going to hurt a lot. First I will punish you for making Mark and I breath in your stink, then you will beg Mark punish you for pissing on the floor. Is that understood boy?” “Yes Sir,” he said. I moved around back and surveyed his ass, he still had welting from Mark’s skilled hand. Running my hand over my target I played a little with the round base of the ball plug buried in his ring. It had moved out a bit, so I unbuckled the strap holding him to the bench at the small of his back and told Mark to go push his shoulders while I tightened the strap to so that the base was inside his cheeks. “One, two, three.” Mark pushed the boy back toward me while I yanked up on the butt plug strap as hard and fast as I could. The boy yelped like a beaten dog, and then started repeating “oh my god, oh my god, it hurts, it hurts.” The base was now well between his cheeks. “Shut up pig!” I said as I re-buckled the butt plug strap, tightening it by another 2 notches. “It’s gonna hurt worse later when we take it out.” I finally said I stepped back and stretched my whipping arm. And looked at my boy’s plump ass. My cock stiffened as I thought of mine and Mark’s poz sperm swimming around somewhere deep in his gut. I raised back my arm to bring down the first blow. It’s been a while and I was nowhere as good as Mark, but brought it down as hard as I could and and the strap landed low on his cheeks and high on his thighs. I’d work on nuances later, right now I just wanted to hurt him. To cement our bond and define our relationship with pain. The first scream that came out of him was like music. This pig was mine and this was invigorating! I brought down three more blows shooting for different spots to test my aim. I sucked, I didn’t hit the positions I shot for, but I did hit him, and the blubbering and screaming told my aim really didn’t matter. I continued to bring down the strap again and again onto his sweet young ass until it was dark red and glowed with sadist tendencies awakening within me.

Game Quest: Part 19 I had to gather my composure too. The weight of the situation was more than I expected. This boy wanted to be mine, and live in a cage in my playroom. What ever lonliness drove him to such a low self image of himself was now something that I needed to seize upon and nurture, to make this boy a complete and total slave and poz cum pig. Internalizing the situation, I stood up to look down at this pig before me, drew in my breath deep to enlarge my chest, and grabbed the boy’s hair to lift his face up. No more tenderness. He’d been immobilized, strapped down to my fuck bench with the huge trailer hitch butt plug Mark had picked out for him for about 2 hours now with both mine and Mark’s viral loads swimming in his gut. Getting back to task, I asked him in no uncertain tones, “Are you clear why you are being punished, pig?” I asked letting go of his hair and watching his head flop down. “Yes, Sir.” He said. “Why?” I demanded. “Because I’m a stinky pig and I made your playroom smell Sir.” “Very good pig!” I erupted “How do you like the plug in your asshole pig?” “It hurts Sir.” He responded. “It’s supposed to pig,” I said wryly. “It’s stretching your pig hole and keeping our cum in, plus it makes Daddy and Mark very horny to see you like this. Now I want you to try to push the plug out as hard as you can. Like you’re trying to take a shit.” Without a ‘yes sir’ he scrunched up his face and started to push. I laughed because I knew the plug was strapped in securely and wasn’t going anywhere. His face reddened at the effort, and then he blew out all the air in his lungs and let his head collapse as he panted in pain trying to refill his lungs while “Try again pig. Take a deep breath, and push as hard as you can until I tell you to stop,“ I ordered. “But…” “No ‘buts’ boy,” I interrupted. “Ready, on the count of three, push and hold. 1, 2, 3…” On three, he breathed deep, scrunched his face and started to push. I heard a small fart squeak past the plug. He was definitely obedient. When I told him to stop, I heard the flow of piss, streaming to the matt under the fuck bench. The little pig was emptying his bladder. I looked back down into his face. I had to laugh he looked horrified. “There she blows!” proclaimed Mark followed be a gruff laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh too. “You really are a pig stinking up my playroom and now pissing all over it. You really are a handful. I’m going to have to take this one lesson at a time.” “I’m sorry Sir, I don’t know what happened.” Finally, more than impatient, Mark shouted, “Can you stop the lovey talk, I’ve got another load to pump into this pig. Just whip him already.” “Alright,” I hollered back. Make yourself useful then and bring me the heavy leather strap over on the peg board.” “Not that one, the one with the holes in it.” I said trying to motion to which one.

Game Quest: Part 19 “Who do you want to punish you pig?” I asked again. “Me or Mark?” Obviously remembering the strapping Mark gave him earlier, he dropped his eyes back to the floor looking like he was going to cry again and said, “You Sir.” “Good pig,” I said seeing his eyes starting to well up. “Do you want to cry pig?” “No, Sir.” He said almost inaudibly. “Don’t lie to me pig, I can see it in your face.” And with that he let it out, the sobbing from before returned. “Tell me,” I said. “Why waste your tears now, you’re going to need them when I start strapping your ass?” He tried to get some form of composure, even with strings of snot running out of his nose, but he at least caught his breath enough to say, “Cause I am stinky Sir, and like other people you won’t want anything to do with me when the game is over even my mother wants me out of the house.” With this my heart leapt. I could see how his “problem” would create such a barrier locking him in a dungeon of loneliness only being able to interact through his online gaming where his glandular problem wouldn’t offend anyone. He then added, “I’m sorry, Sir.” “What if we didn’t end the game pig?” I said to him in sincerity. “What do you mean Sir?” He said. “There's criteria to meet to be my pig, but what if you were to come and live here?” I offered “You smell too much to live upstairs, but you can continue your role as prisoner, and I can keep you here in my playroom.” Looking over to Mark for his opinion, he just shrugged. “I don’t know Sir, where would I sleep and stuff Sir? “You can’t see it but there’s a cage behind your plugged asshole.” “You want to keep me in a cage Sir?” he asked. “Of course,” I said brushing his wet hair from his brow. “What is your role in the game pig?” “Prisoner, Sir.” “And where would you keep a prisoner?” “In a cage, Sir,” he resigned. “Good pig,” I said. “You’re really getting good at this game pig.” “Thank you, Sir.” He said trying to sniff up the snot running out of his nose. “Now, it’s time for me to punish your ass some more stinky pig.” I added sternly. "And remember it was you who asked for me to do it."

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Game Quest: Part 18 Well-fed and a little tipsy, we returned to the playroom. I flipped on the light, and to nobody’s surprise, Greg was exactly where I left him. The smell hit us. I’ve been to some pretty seedy backrooms in my day but never got a whiff of b.o. like that. “That normal?” Mark said looking over at me, scowling a bit. “Dunno…” I walked over to the boy still strapped on the fuck bench. I slid my hand over his back and down to the plug strapped into asshole. I probed my finger in around his sphincter where the plug had it stretched, he winced and moaned into his gag. I stuck my fingers in one of his freshly shaved pits, moist there too. Then put my fingers to my nose, and confirmed what I already knew, the boy stunk. I crouched down at his head, and lifted up his chin with my hand looked him in his tear stained face, and asked him “What’s this boy? You shower today?” He nodded. I reached behind his head and unbuckled the leather gag. “Then what’s this stench? You’re stinking up my playroom.” “I’m sorry Sir.” He said trying to swallow. I continued to look him in the eye. “It’s a problem I have Sir,” he offered. “The doctor says it’s bromhidrosis .” “Bromhidrosis?” I tried to repeat. “What the hell is that boy?” “It’s excessive body odor Sir, I’ve had it since puberty, Sir,” he continued, sniffling snot back into his nose. “I got made fun of a lot because it Sir. I’m sorry.” “They were right to. You wreak boy. What did they used to call you?” He looked away from my gaze, tears started to well up in his eyes again obviously recalling pain memories. “I asked you a question boy,” I said sternly. “Pig boy” he said stammering on the ‘b’. “Seems appropriate to me, pig boy!” I said taunting him. “But don’t worry, we won’t make fun of you here pig boy, we’ll punish you.” “Do you understand?” I said squeezing his chin in my hand. “Yes, Sir.” “Good pig” I said. Deciding that just the word ‘pig’ would be enough. “Now who do you want to punish you, you filthy disgusting pig?” I looked over at Mark who had found an old can of air freshener over in the wet area and proceeded to spray it around. “Great,” I said to Mark. “Now we have the smell of lilac and pig.”

Game Quest: Part 17 I rejoined Mark upstairs. “Are you hungry?” I asked “Famished!” He replied. I took a steak from the fridge and put it under broiler along with some frozen fries. “You want a beer?” I asked Mark “Of course, I’ve been waiting for you to ask.” He replied. “So, what are your plans for the boy? You gonna keep it?” “Hoping to,” I said. “His family situation is less than desirable. He could be ripe for the taking, so I’ll keep him a few more days to see how things play out.” “It seems pretty submissive,” Mark acknowledged. “But, what about the zits?” “Ya, not much complaint since he got here.” I said. “But you’re right, he does have a bit of problem in the acne area. Don’t suppose he ever got out much, no friends to speak of either. Maybe he’ll grow out of it.” “You still have that hood?” Mark asked. “It might be a good idea for later. I won’t cover the zits on its back, but it will take care of his face. And, I’ve always liked fucking a gimp.” “Good idea, I haven’t used it in a longtime. I’ll have to see if the leather is still in good condition. So, what’s been up with you lately?” “Been having a bit of fun, but not like I used to.” Mark said. “Ya,” I laughed “I noticed the paunch got a little bigger.” “And I noticed your chaps seem to be a little tighter and your ass is hanging out the back like a Kardashian.” he shot back. “Touché.” I said. “What other training you gonna give it?” Mark asked staring at his empty plate. “Whatever my kinky mind desires,” I affirmed reaching for the print out of my online chats I had with Greg days earlier. “Check this out.” I said handing the pages to Mark. “What’s this now?” Mark inquired. “Ah,” I said. “This is the good part. When I was online gaming, I noticed the avatar of one of my team mates was identical to a 19-year-old boy looking for a dominate daddy on daddies4boys.com. So, I created a fake profile to chat him up with and well, let’s just say you’re holding a print out of his deepest fantasies.” I winked. “Jesus,” Mark responded. “How did it know about half of these things?! I took me years to discover some of them myself.” “That’s the beauty of the net my dear friend. The young and kinky can explore without leaving the comfort of their bedroom.” I said chuckling. “Fuck,” Mark added. “It’s like he came with instructions!” “Damn straight! And as a good daddy it’s my job to see that they’re followed.” I said. “Have another beer, ‘cause we have to train him on the first one I highlighted on the list.” I brought Mark the steak and fries that were now finished. “Some more meat?” I joked, placing the plate in front of him. “Aye captain,” he said with a growl, and cut into the juicy ribeye.

Game Quest: Part 16 More seed Mark continued to pound the boy harder and harder, pulling out further and further before slamming back in, while I forced my cock down his throat turning his screams into gurgles. I’ve known Mark for quite a few years now and played alongside him in many groups and gangbangs. I knew his technique of pulling all the way out and slamming in hard to prolong his stiffy before fully unloading in a sub’s hole. When he was finally ready to deposit his seed, he spread Greg’s cheeks wide threw his full weight onto the boy’s ass so hard the fuck bench lurched forward a little bit. Then he held himself inside Greg until every last drop from his balls was pumped into him. Drenched in sweat, he looked at me and said, “Damn! That was good, it’s a shame they didn’t stay tight like this forever!” I laughed and nodded. “Well with you having more free time now, you’ll be able to enjoy him every day.” I motioned over to the shelf on the other side of the playroom where I kept the dildos, plugs and other ass toys, and said “Go ahead and pick out something to keep our seed in him until one of us is ready to go again.” Mark was right, he was a lousy cock sucker, but watching my bud pound him like that, I was completely ready to blow. So while he was over at the shelf examining the different toys, I took his place at my boy’s used leaky fuck hole and slid it. He winced as I slid my cock nice and gently into his hole and started pounding. After a couple of thrusts, I came, pumping and mixing my load with my bud’s. I looked down and saw cum dribbling down his ball sack and said to Mark, “Damn, Mark, when’s the last time you came, he’s leaking your dirty cum around my cock”. Mark laughed and said, “It’s been about a week, haven’t been in the mood, until you send me pics of your new fuck boy.”. I echoed his laugh and said, “Better pick a toy that will sit in tight then, gotta keep all that in until he absorbs it.” Mark made his selection, a ball shape black butt plug, with a good-sized neck. It wasn’t huge, but would still take some effort to get into his cunt at this stage. I raised my hand and pointed to an inflatable leather dildo gag hanging on the wall next to the shelf and said to Mark, “Better, grab that then.” Mark came back with the two toys, I took the plug and told him to go ahead and lock on the gag before I pulled out and slid in the plug. Mark passed me the plug, and proceed to slide the dildo of the gag into Greg’s mouth and fasten the leather strap around his head. Tears were still in his eyes and his face was puffy from his beating and seeding. Once Mark had the gag in place, he forced Greg’s head up so he could admire him, and said to him, “What do you say you little fuck cunt?” He knew it would be completely unintelligible because of the gag, but a couple of grunts that could be taken as ‘thank you sir’ emanated from behind the wide leather of the gag. “Pump it up a bit” I said “Let’s see if we can turn his screams and moans while I put this puppy in.” Mark came around to where he had once pumped in what seemed to be gallons of cum and asked me, “Is he going to be able to keep that in?” Watch I said, as I reached down between my fuck boy’s legs on the fuck bench for a loose hanging strap. I pulled it up and slipped the ring on the base of the butt plug through a leather cuff on the strap. “Ah clever,” he said. I slid out slowly and commanded Greg, not to push, any leaking and he would be punished again. I positioned the balled plug against his hole twisted it a bit to lube it up with the sweat and leaked cum around his hole, and told him “OK, now relax, it’s going to hurt like hell, but it’s good for your cunt, and in a couple of days this plug will slide in and out no problem. Here it goes.” In one hard push, I buried the black ball into his asshole, feeling a “pop” as it slid past his ring.” He thrashed his head and screamed into his gag, and then started to sob. “Good boy” I said, then turned to Mark and said “This is how it’ll stay in.” I took the strap up fastened to the ring at the base of the plug, pulled it tight to push it the base hard against his hole and buckled the end of it to the strap that was holding his waist down on the fuck bench. I see said Mark, “The whole bench is like one big butt plug harness. Clever, very clever indeed.” He laughed. “It works with dildos too, “ I winked. “Why don’t you head on upstairs, I want to talk to the boy. We can go out for something to eat when I’m done” Mark had left, and walked around my quivering boy, sliding his hand over his naked flesh and feeling the welts Mark brought up on his ass. Approvingly, I squatted down in front of him, and put my face with in an inch of his. I wanted to kiss him, but because of the gag had to settle on wiping the tears off his cheeks. Tenderly caressing his tear stained face I said in an approving voice, “Now you’re being a good boy. Do you like being a good boy?” He didn’t even try to speak and nodded his head yes. “Daddy really liked watching Mark fuck you and I want to see more of it. His seed is very special and he’s very good at discipline, so Daddy’s going to ask Mark to help train you and play the game with you on the days that I’m at work. Would you like that?” He hesitated, just looked into my eyes blankly, but I changed my look to a disapproving one, and he slowly nodded his head yes. I walked around the fuck bench inspected all the straps that held him down to it and tightened them where necessary. I adjusted his hips and tugged at the strap holding in the plug in hole so it would sit deeper in his throbbing asshole, and once satisfied with his position, turned off the lights and left the play room, locking the door behind me.

Game Quest: Part 15 Mark was pissed. I was trying to handle the messages from our online post and the texts that were coming in on Greg’s phone so, I only half paid attention to the scene going on behind me on the fuck bench with my best friend and my new boy. But soon the latter was elevating so quickly I had to turn away from the computer to see what was happening. “How sorry are you?” I heard Mark shout. Mark had a leather strap in his hand landed a blow directly on Greg’s plump ass cheeks. “Very sorry, Sir” Greg said through his sobs. Mark continued to strap is ass, bringing his arm back far enough for full swings. The blows from the strap expertly delivered by Mark were landing hard on my new boy’s ass. Welts had started to rise. Greg’s face was cringing tight and the sobs turned tearless. His fists were clenched as he fought against metal cuffs keeping him fastened to the fuck bench. I went over to him and squatted so my face was level with his. I put one hand on the back of his neck and lifted his chin with the other so he could look me in the face. Through the sobs, he said “Daddy, it hurts”. I replied in a fatherly voice, “Of course it hurts, you were a bad boy. Sir Mark told you not to scrape his cock with your teeth, and now you’re being punished.” Another whack landed on his welted ass causing his head to jolt. I raised my hand to signal Mark to stop, then I took and clasped my new toy’s head in my hands so he couldn’t look away. “Now, do you understand why you’re being punished?” He sniffed some snot back into his nose, but could not stop the sobbing. “But..” his voice quivered. I stopped him, “No, buts, do you want to be a good boy?” I added. His sobs prevented him from finding his voice, so he nodded his head. “Good”, I said. “Because right now you’re being a very bad boy, and Daddy doesn’t like it. So, what you’re going to do, is to apologize to your uncle Mark, and ask him to start your punishment over. Do you understand?” His voice was barely audible and he faintly said, “Yes Daddy.” He continued to sob and his eyes were swollen and red as I looked directly into his face and said, “And…, take a deep breath now and do what I told you.” His head was heavy in my hand, but he took a deep breath held his tears and said, “I’m sorry Sir Mark, please start my lesson ov…” A blow fell harder than any of the others before he finished the last word. I took my hand away letting his head fall and stood up. I looked to my friend knowing full well how much he enjoyed this and said, “It’s all yours, keep going till you’re satisfied.” And went back to responding to the messages. You could tell Greg was getting weak and puddle of tears and snot had formed under Greg’s head from where it hung down off the fuck bench. Mark had finished strapping Greg and now had the head of his pierced cock teasing the boy’s fuck hole, putting his 0-gauge p.a. in the boy’s tender winking sphincter. “Now that’s better”, I said “It looks like everyone’s friend’s again,” and walked over to my boy on the fuck bench and stood in front of him and put my dick in his mouth. “So,” I said to Mark, “what do you think of this one?” “Nice hole” he replied, “I haven’t seen one this tight in a long time.” “But, he’s a lousy cock sucker.” “Well like I said he’s new. Your cock is going to be the first one other than mine that’s been in his cunt so far.” “So he was a …?” “Yup” I said proudly. “I hooked me a virgin. As for the cock sucking and the rest, I was hoping you’d have time to give me a hand training him” “Shit ya!” He said he said, “I’d be up for that!” as he looked down on his handiwork on Greg’s welted ass, and plunged the rest of his 9-inch pierced fatty straight into my boy causing him to scream and choke on my rock-hard cock.

NOTE: Problem with the last paragraph of Part 13 and all of Part 14....! "Rog" should be "Mark". In finding the time to type up this story, I end up doing it sometimes late at night, and since the story is based on different real events I've changed and or merged the names of the men involved. In my haste I used "Rog" where I should have used "Mark." This is only a problem in the last paragraph of Part 13 and all of Part 14. To clarify Rog is the narrator and owner of Greg, and Mark is his good friend and first visitor. Therefore, where it reads "Rog" at the end of Part 13 and all of Part 14, it should read "Mark" Sorry for any confusion, I hope I didn't fuck it up too badly and you continue to enjoy. There's a lot more to cum...

Game Quest: Part 14 “Ok,” Rog, burst out. “Time for good old Rog, to have some fun!” I laughed and shook my head. “Can’t let a good moment last, can you?” “Nope, especially when there’s a new one to be had!” He replied. “Now, where can I put my clothes?” I motioned to some hooks over by the door, and watched Rog strip down, to nothing then put his boots and leather jacket back on. “I’ll leave you to get to ‘know’ each other.” I said. “I’ll just go get some beer, and check the computer to see who’s coming tonight.” I went upstairs and got some beer, and grabbed the laptop and returned to the dungeon, to see Rog slamming his pierced cock into Greg’s mouth. “Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed. “This boy is the worst god damned cock sucker I’ve ever met!” I laughed and said “Don’t break him, remember he’s new.” Changing the subject, I asked what he did with the video I sent him. “I posted it in our favorite group.” He said still struggling to get his cock down the boy’s throat. “Good,” I said. “I knew you’d do the right thing.” I logged on to see what kind of reaction the video got. Not bad, 65 likes and 23 people requesting more information. I typed a comment giving more details about the boy, and that while everyone was welcome, it was a tops only event, and poz preferred. As soon as the comment was posted, 16 pm’s came in. “Shit,” I said. “I gotta give them a phone number and I sure as hell don’t want mine out there. What’s yours?” I turned to Rog intent on trying to get his cock in to the boy’s stomach. “He’s got another hole you know.” I added sarcastically. “Damn it!” he yelled. “If you scrape your teeth on my cock one more time, I’ll give you the beating of a lifetime!” Then he turned to me and said, “You’re not posting mine either. Use the boy’s he must have had a phone when he came.” Of course, I thought. I had turned it off and taken out the sim card when he arrived, but if what he said about his family situation was true, there’s no reason to take such precautions. I picked up the lock box from the floor where it had previously served a purpose. I opened the box, put the sim card back in his phone, and turned it on. Password! I turned back to Rog and shouted. “Hey, take your dick out of his mouth for a second, would ya? I’ve got to get the password.” Rog looked back down that boy gagging on his cock and said, “Do you hear that boy? You’re Daddy needs the password to open up your phone!” The boy tried to respond, but each time he tried to speak, Rog rammed his dick back into his mouth. “Rog,” I yelled, “would you stop it! He’s not getting any pozzer at the rate you’re going.” “Actually, he is.” he shined, “I’m letting your seed do its work in his cunt before I go in.” I shot Rog a look of exasperation, and the to the boy I said. “Ok boy, go ahead.” “It’s 1, 2, 3, 4, Sir” he claimed hoarsely. “Good boy,” I said. “And thank your uncle Roger for suggesting we make your number public.” He opened up his mouth to say thank you, but before he could utter a single sound, Rog slammed his dick in again, only to scream, himself , in pain. “Fuck the little fucker!” Rog screamed. “He bit my dick! Look I think that’s blood!” “Handle it yourself Rog. You’re a big boy.” I said turning back to the task at hand.

Game Quest: Part 13 Down we went into the playroom. Mark, now 60, was a springy as a 20-year-old as he bounded down the stairs. I opened the playroom door and he stepped in, stopped, took a deep sniff with his nose and proclaimed, “Now that smells like sex.” Being in the playroom the whole time I hadn’t noticed, but he was right, upon reentering the smell hit me, the boy was ripe. Undeterred, Mark went straight for the bench and boy, and walked around him sliding his hand over the boys naked flesh as he went. “Nice” he nodded his approval. “Is it neg?” “He was 20 minutes ago.” I laughed, “Now I’m not too sure.” Again Mark nodded his approval. He stopped his tour of the boy at his head, to be sure he heard, “Did you tell it we’re going to poz him up.” I thought Mark’s words were a little harsher than I had explained it to the boy, but also thought it was important for him to hear that, and to hear guys talk about him in that way. “Yup, I responded, he wants to be a good cumdump. Isn’t that right boy?” I said in his direction trying to bring him into the discussion. But for Mark, Greg was nothing more than a toy, no different than the fuck bench he was locked onto. Greg did nothing by crane his head to try to get a better view of the new edition to the playroom. Mark, continued his tour of the boy, now stopping at his hole. Fingering it caused the boy to wince. “Sensitive.” Mark remarked. “Is your load in there?” “Yup,” I said. “My boy, my poz seed.” I looked at Mark playfully. “That’s right,” Mark said. “You’ve always had a problem with ‘potency’. When was it you pozzed up? Six months ago?” “Five,” I responded. Mark nodded and said, “No meds yet?” “Nope,” I affirmed. “Good man!” he exclaimed. “What were your initial infection stats? “ Mark knew, what he was doing now was playing with the boy. The boys head was moving around furiously trying to catch a glimpse of Mark. His interest was definitely piqued, so I decided to play along. “I told you upstairs viral load 475k, CD4 210.” I replied. Realizing that the boy really had no idea what we were talking about, I went over to him and crouched down and explained to him that the VL was the number of copies of the HIV virus in someone’s blood. That the higher the number better the chance of infecting someone else, namely him. The boy looked speechless and astonished. I think it might have been too much for him to take in just yet. So I went for simpler terms. “The higher the VL number, the more ‘toxic’ the person is. Do you understand?” I added. “Yes, Sir,” he replied. “And you’re very special to me now boy. You’re the first pig that I’m going to poz. The cum that I pumped into you earlier is probably converting you as we speak. How do you feel about that boy?” “You mean you’re giving me AIDS, Sir.” He said defeated. “We’re going to try like hell.” I said proudly. “You’ll learn to appreciate it more as the night goes on. You’ll hear a lot of guys talking and bragging about it, but the most important thing is that you remain respectful and appreciate every load that gets pumped into your little cunt tonight. Do you understand?” I said looking deep into his eyes even though his he wouldn’t meet my gaze. “Yes, Sir,” he said respectfully, looking down at the floor. “Sounds like you found yourself a good one, Rog.” Mark interjected. “So tell me, now that you’re poz and tox, how does it feel to finally infect someone on your own?” Rog was frank. He’s never been accused of anything less. He was also one to point out things most everyone else missed. But I thought about what he said, deeply thought about it and looked over at the boy I had helpless on my fuck bench. The deeper I thought, and the more I looked at the boy, the more I felt warmth in my groin. “It feels fucking great!”

Game Quest: Part 12 An expected visitor Getting back to my senses, I backed away from my boy’s fuck hole. He was definitely crying, but the doorbell was ringing so I quickly grabbed a rag to wipe the boy’s cunt slime off my cock and went upstairs to confirm who was hanging on my doorbell. I arrived at the door, sweaty and spent, looked out the sidelight and saw, as expected, my friend Mark. I opened the door, and said “Jesus, what’s the rush?” Mark responded, “I got your vid, and was worried you might have gotten cold feet about pozzing the boy, so figured you would be needing my services to ‘prime’ up his hole.” My old friend stepped in, he was dressed as he always was, in his leather biker jacket, jeans and a white t-shirt that did nothing anymore to hide his 60-year-old belly. “Super-gifter to the rescue”, I laughed and said mockingly. “But my seed is brewing in his gut as we speak.” “Nice,” he said. “Welcome to the club. You get your blood work back?” “Ya”, I said. “475K VL, and 210 CD4.” “Sweet,” he said, “good and potent for a neg hole.” “What about you?” I asked. “I heard you were having some issues.” “Doc said my meds weren’t suppressing the virus very well and higher doses were starting to fuck with my liver, so I’m off meds now.” “For how long?” I inquired, knowing full well he never took them regularly. He enjoyed gifting too much. “Dunno,” he responded. “Doc doesn’t seem to think they’ll work much anyway.” He broke the small silence and said, “Well enough about that, I’m ready to breed! Where’s the boy?” “Downstairs on the bench,” I added. “Hmm,” he said. “The bench is back in business!” He snickered. “Let’s get it rocking then!” I said as I turned to head toward the basement. Without thinking, I brought up the cum rag to wipe the sweat from my forehead, when Mark grabbed my arm and stopped me. Looking at the rag, he said, “Looks like you got him good a fertile.” I looked down at the rag, and saw in the yellow ass slime, a few bright red spots. “Good job!” Mark exclaimed. “Glad to see you back in the game. Mind if I use your shower?” He added abruptly. “I came straight from work.” “I wouldn’t worry about that,” I told him. “He’s bit on the dirty side. Low self-esteem, bad hygiene” I wouldn’t bother showering. He needs to get used to stuff like that anyway.” Looking at the rag again, I smiled, looked at Mark, and gestured towards the door to the cellar.

Sorry guys, there's a small typo in the previous part. Instead of Part 10, it should have read: Part 11 Game Quest: Part 11 First Seed, Poz Seed The next part will be correctly labeled as Part 12. Sorry if there was any confusion. Rick

Game Quest: Part 11 First Seed, Poz Seed I positioned myself behind my boy at his sweaty and juicy virgin hole that was staring back at me just waiting to be taken. This was my first neg hole since testing poz, and I was going to savor every minute. I licked my finger and slid just the tip into his tight pucker, then up to the first knuckle then second. He definitely wasn’t sure how to react because I could feel his hole tighten around my finger as if to say no. “Nice,” I said. “Good reflex boy. You remember to keep clenching like that when my cock is in you.” My cock was solid, hard and straight up in anticipation of planting my seed in a virgin. To cum where no man had cum before, and where many men would cum after. I was going to forge the trail to his sluthood. There was no way I was going to last long when I got inside him so I decided to go straight in balls deep and dry so he’d really feel it and remember his first time as well as to bring home the point that he was here to be a fuck boy and nothing more. A sub, who’s only purpose was to satisfy the depravity of men. I lined up my cock head against his hole and teased for a little bit. I was so ready to blow Counting to 3 in my head, I thrust forward with all my might and punctured his resisting hole. And did it ever resist, I could feel his ring slide tightly down my cock as I forced in until his hole was choking my shaft just above my balls. He screamed and gasped, and I could feel his body start to quiver, but I was in, and I wasn’t pulling out until he taken every last drop of my poz seed. “Mmm, look at that boy, you seem to have a cock buried in your butt.” I teased I don’t think he was fully aware of my comment having to deal with the pleasure-pain of his violated boy hole, but his yelping ‘oh my god, oh my god, take it out, it hurts’ was the best response I could have ever received. This was in complete heaven. His screams and yelps soon turned into sobbing as I started to thrust back and forth, gentle at first, but I needed to pump harder in order to cum. So, I gradually ramped up my thrusting slamming into the boy’s cunt harder and faster feeling an orgasmic wave flowing over me that I’ve never felt before. I tried to slow down to make the moment last longer, but it was too late, my cock was out of my control and the boy was going to get flooded with my toxic cum any second. He was helpless, his sobbing did nothing but make me want to fuck him more. I guess technically it was rape, but the thought even that made me laugh, and made my cock even stiffer. That last thought pushed me right over the edge. I felt the orgasmic wave ripple through my body, my cock stiffened and started unleashing its high-octane payload deep into the boy’s gut. I grunted and shouted, as I pushed as deep as I could into his hole until my body relaxed and the last drop of cum had been deposited. I was spent and drenched in sweat so I leaned forward onto the boy and stayed buried in him until my cock softened. I pulled my soft cock slowly out of him. His angry hole stayed sealed tightly around my cock as I slipped out as if it wanted to keep my spunk and not waste a drop. “Ohhh,” I said into the air. “That was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.” I looked at his hole, it was winking, moist and juicy. “You’re welcome boy!” I said slapping his ass. No response other than some quiet sobbing and the smallest wet cum fart from his raped boy hole. “I guess we’ll be writing your name on my biohazard wall in a couple of weeks when I test you” I said rubbing and spreading his ass cheeks. But my reveling in the moment was soon cut short, by someone ringing the front doorbell over and over as if the house was on fire.

Game Quest: Part 10 Bonding Now that all his preparation was taken care of: He’d been broken down, shaved, cock locked in chastity cage, and his neg boy cunt tooth-brushed and cleaned out, it was now time to bring him to the next level. He had proven to be very submissive throughout this whole process, so I decided to take off the blindfold and let him see his prison. I stood him up facing the fuck bench where I would soon turn him into a dirty cum whore (hopefully a poz one at that.), and unbuckled the blindfold. The playroom wasn’t overly bright, but since he had been blindfolded for a few hours, he squinted and tried to force his eyes open to see where he’s been all this time. Still squinting, his head spun around like mad trying to take in all the images of the playroom. He stopped on the bondage chair where he confessed everything, looked over to the St. Andrews, then to the standing cage, then the shelf full of ass toys, and back to the wet area where he got his first cleaning out. Afraid of him getting dizzy, I grabbed his head and forced him to look directly in front of him, to where he was going to be spending the night tonight. As nothing but a piece of boy meat on my fuck bench. Some buddies and I built it ourselves about 10 years earlier. We started with plans we found online then each one of us with our own sick fantasies, added our own special touches. It was a monster of a thing, and I don’t think Greg fully realized what it was for. It was shaped like a massive saw horse with 4 legs angling out at hard angles. A sub can be placed on it lengthwise and the triangular shape would force his thighs far apart. Lower down on the legs on each side were padded runners with straps for the sub to “kneel” on and straps to be placed around his calf just below his bended knee, and another around the middle of his calf. The runners extended out beyond the end of the torso portion of the fuck bench where two rubber lined metal shackles were fixed to accept his ankles. Further down on the front legs of the bench almost near the floor, were another set of fixed metal shackles for the slave’s wrists. The padded top was narrow, about a foot and a half wide and as long as the torso of a sub, about 3 feet. It was fitted with straps that could be fastened over the sub’s upper and lower back and the ass end of the padded top ramped up about a foot to force the sub’s hips and ass into the air for complete exposure and access to his hole. Two metal poles with hand grips at shot straight upwards on either side of the bench just above where the slave’s hips would be to give added thrusting power to whomever was fucking what was helplessly strapped down on the bench. I was happy that this was Greg’s first view of my play room, but he looked more puzzled than anything else. I moved him closer and said, “This is for boys like you, this will help you to become the best cumdump you can be. Let’s get you on it.” Unlocked and removed his cuffs, and helped up onto the bench on his stomach. I manipulated him in to position so his hips were right at the edge of the raised portion of the bench and his caged cock was just over the edge in a depression made just for that purpose. This allowed full view of his moist tight unfucked pussy and balls. Once his ass was in position, I put his ankles in the steel manacles, closed them and put the locking pins in. I then proceed to the head and stretched his arms down each leg pulling them tight from his shoulders and proceeded to lock each wrist into the awaiting shackles. I had the head support removed, to allow better access to a slave’s mouth for sucking or cleaning breeding, but the boy’s head was flopping down like a rag doll, so I got the donut shaped support and attached it to the off the front, it supported his head with his face in the hole, much like a massage a table. Now that he was locked in for the most part, I turned my attention to adjusting and fastening the many straps designed to keep him entirely immobile. He was now part of the bench and not going anywhere, spread wide for his virgin fuck hole to be violated. I walked around front and removed the head support so I could give him a taste of my cock. I removed the toothbrush that was still in his mouth, and inspected it. It was clean. “You’re a good little pig,” I exclaimed “of course you didn’t see how dirty it was when you first started sucking on it.” I laughed. “Now kiss my cock boy.” I stepped up closer and put my hand on either side of his head so I could direct him on how to properly please a man with his mouth. He was really toothy, and had a lot to learn but would definitely get some practice in tonight. “That’s a good boy.” I said as I forced his faced down on to my cock. After a few minutes of this, I was about ready to blow, but didn’t want to waste my load in his throat, …the thoughts of his virgin hole was driving me mad. I took his face off of my cock and lifted up his head so he could see what was painted on the wall in front of him. “Do you know what that is boy?” I asked. He looked hard, but had trouble without his glasses. “I think I’ve seen it before Sir, in zombie video games Sir. Is it a chemical symbol, Sir?” “That’s very good boy. Yes, it is a bit like a “chemical” symbol. It’s a called a biohazard symbol. It’s something you’ll get to see a lot of soon. A lot of guys who are HIV positive get it at as a tattoo, to show their pride.” He hesitated a moment and started to jerk his head around in my hands. “Why do you have it painted on the wall Sir?” He said worryingly. “Because,” I answered. “A lot of boys and guys have become HIV+ in the very spot you’re in. Do you see the names written on the left?” He squinted to try to see them and said, “I can’t see them Sir. Are those your cos play friends Sir?” I chuckled. “I guess you could say that boy. Don’t worry boy,” I said reassuringly. “I’ll let you wear your glasses when we write your name there.” “Your cosplay friends are HIV positive, Sir?” His eyes really betrayed his worry now. “Yes boy.” I said courtly. “You’re the only one who’s not.” His eyes started to swell up with tears. I lowered myself down to his face. “That’s why I’ve invited some of the names on the wall to come and fuck you boy.” “But Sir, I’ve had sex before.” he started “But nothing boy,” I interrupted, “the game has already begun and you said you wanted to be a bareback boy for Daddy. Right now, there’s really nothing else you can do is there? And soon you’re going to be filled with the cum of HIV positive men, that will be happy to share it with you. His tears continued. He was so adorable and innocent, I wanted nothing more than start pumping my newly toxic seed deep into him and making him mine. I understood why he was scared though. He’s had nobody really in life so I thought it best to reassure him. “Don’t worry,” I said. “Our cosplay can continue for quite a long time as long as you promise to be a good boy. You like being a good boy, don’t you?” He nodded his head a little. “Look at me.” I held his head in my hands tight, hoping to convey a feeling of reassurance. “I’m not going to ditch you after this. I’m willing to keep playing for a very long time.” His tears stopped a little. “Now look at me and tell me you’ve enjoyed being here so far.” He nodded again, with a little more energy than before. “Good, that makes me happy.” I said, then added “But the only way to keep on playing is to accept the rules. Do you understand?” Again, he nodded. “And what would make me very happy is to fuck you raw and cum in your boy pussy. Don’t you want to make me happy boy?” Again he nodded. And also didn’t you tell me you wanted to be a cumdump?” “Yes. Sir,” he said. I was surprised that he spoke and didn’t nod. “Good boy,” I said kissing him on his moist forhead. “So now I’m going to back to your hole and begin teaching you what it’s for.” And with that, I let his head drop, and went around to his waiting ass to deposit my poz seed.

Game Quest: Part 9 A deep cleansing. I went back to playing with the toothbrush in his hole for a little while, his cock started to swell up in its new cage, causing him some pain in his cock. A pain I was happy for him to have. I pulled out the toothbrush and it came out brown. The slut was dirty. I held the toothbrush under his nose, and he recoiled at the smell. “Dirty little faggot!” I said, and without hesitation put it directly into his mouth. “Do you have to go to the toilet boy?!” I yelled slapping his ass for the first time. “I think so Sir,” he said making the toothbrush jump around. Begrudgingly, I unhooked his collar from the ceiling chain, and with little force send him down on his knees. I hooked the leash back onto his collar and lead him over to “wet” area of the playroom. When we got over to the corner, I ordered him to put his face on the ground and ass in the air. Then I grabbed his cuffed wrists lifted them and hooked them to a suspended chain forcing his arms into his shoulders and his face even further down to the grey tiled floor. I spread his legs further apart then slid a plastic bin in between his legs and under his newly caged cock. “Ok boy,” I said. “Do your business!” “Here Sir?” he said hampered by the toothbrush in his mouth. “But I have to go number…” he started to say. “No ‘buts’ boy, I gave you an order!” I interrupted “It’s just that I never…” he persisted “You want to play my game?! I insisted. “Then you are going to shit like the dog you are in this playroom and I’m going to watch you do it!” I shouted. “You need to learn humility you dirty faggot, so hurry it up! 0ur first guest will be here shortly and I don’t have time for your bullshit!” I said smacking his ass with a nearby strap. I think he might have been crying a bit from the blow or maybe it was the thought of shitting and pissing in front of someone. He started peeing, he must have had to go for a while because his stream hit hard and splattered on the bottom of the plastic basin. Then I watched his hole pucker and out slid a fat turd. Judging by its size it looked like his boy hole was going to stretch easily into a boy cunt, with only a little effort. When he appeared done, I went and got his t-shirt to wipe his hole. “Now let’s make sure there’s no more.” I said turning to the sink and filling the enema bag about half full. I hesitated filling it all the way. That was for punishment enemas, I thought, and right now I needed to get him cleaned out quickly before Mark got here. I slid the tube into his ass, and told him to hold it, until I said he could release. I lifted up the half-filled bag and hooked it above him, unclamped the hose and let the cold water drain and fill his hole. It only took about 10 minutes to drain and the boy’s moaning turned into begging after about 5 minutes. “Shut up boy,” I spit. “This is entirely your own fault.” I landed another lash from the strap on his ass just make sure he understood. After a couple of minutes of watching him squirm, I let him release into the basin and unhooked his cuffs from the chain. I put the lid on the plastic basin and slid it under the sink. Then I stood him up and wiped his hole again with his t-shirt, and walked him over to the fuck bench. To begin my prisoner’s “conversion” therapy.

Game Quest: Part 8 "Consent" “Let’s get that suit off of you faggot, you must be sweating up a storm in there.” “Yes Sir.” I slipped the suit off of his shoulders and down to his locked wrists. I held his wrists tight when I unlocked them and slipped the sleeves over each of his hands freeing him from the upper part of the rubber suit. I quickly relocked his wrists, and slid the suit down do to his ankles. Not really needing the shackles, I removed them and slipped suite completely off. He was now completely naked, immobilized and accessible for whatever I wanted to do. “Let’s continue our little interrogation, faggot?” “Yes Sir,” he said as he started to feel the effects of his position. I got my phone and set it to video. Then proceeded with the interrogation. “What’s your name again boy?” “Gregory Rienster” He responded as before. “How old are you?” “Nineteen,” he responded. “What were you looking for on daddy4bois?” Hesitating he said “Daddies Sir.” “Be more specific than that boy. What kind of Daddies?” “Dom Daddies, Sir.” “Come on you can be more specific than that!” I said sternly. “Kinky Dom Daddies, Sir.” “And how do you want them to fuck you?” “Hard Sir.” “Hard and what boy?” “Hard and raw, Sir.” “Louder boy!” I could see him struggle a bit with the collar tugging at his neck. “So you’re a cumdump faggot?” “Yes Sir.” “Say it for me, boy,” I insisted. “What are you?” “I’m a cumdump faggot Sir and I want to be fucked raw.” That’s what we needed. I stopped recording on my phone, and said “That was a very good boy”. He seemed to smile a bit, when he said ‘thank you sir’ but it could have been the pull of his collar on his neck. I saved the vid and sent it to my friend Mark, who would know what to do with it. I put the phone down and moved over to the boy, he was rank. The bicycle ride and the rubber suit, really conspired to bring out his body odor, but even so I think his normal hygiene was less than adequate. I rubbed my hands over his skin, the sweat was evaporating and his skin felt cool, and his cock shot right back up again as I slid my hands down the side of his ribs. Time to get him ready. “Ok boy,” I said inches away from his face. “I don’t want to hear a word out of you any more until I say you can speak again. Nod your head if that’s clear.” Still suspended by his collar, he nodded the best he could. “Good boy.” I looked at the mess that was his ungroomed body, and decided to tackle the legs first. I found my old electric clippers and started down at his ankles and worked up. Mowing off the thick boy hair first up to his crotch in the front, then up to his ass in the back. His cheeks were smooth, but he has a forest in his ass crack. I spread his ass cheeks apart with my fingers and slid the clippers up each side of ass crack. It came out a little stubbly so I figured I’d have to lather him up all over and go at it with a razor. I continued his fleecing, and spread his cheeks wider to expose his hairy ass hole. At first I couldn’t find his little button, but after fishing around with my fingers, I saw it. A little virgin pucker, tighter than I’ve seen in a long time, now moist with boy sweat and just waiting to be penetrated. I pulled back and shouted up to the boy. “Have you ever played with your hole boy?” “Yes, Sir.” He said. “Ever put anything in it?” I asked “Yes, Sir.” He repeated. “What?” I said “Pencils, pens, my fingers, and my toothbrush once Sir.” I laughed a little while sliding a finger into his hole. “Why your toothbrush boy?” “It was the only thing that was handy, Sir” He replied. I got up and walked of the to the bench, picked up a toothbrush I had there, and placed in his hands bound at his back. “Like this one?” I chuckled, knowing that the humor was totally waisted. “Well that’s a good habit to have.” I said while shoving the bristled end up into his hole. “Keep it there,” I added. I continued removing his hair. His bush was the hardest, but the clippers were good and made using the razors easier. I felt around a bit for any hair I had missed and then satisfied with my work, I returned to the bench to pick out a cage for his cock. He was small, but fortunately I still had one I had bought off of ebay that was too small for its last wearer. I took it apart, approached the boy and realized I had another problem. The cage on the device was only 2 ½ inches long, and I had a raging boy erection to get it onto. Fortunately I had an idea that might turn this into a good lesson for him, so I left the playroom and returned to with a few ice packs. I placed the chastity cage and icepacks on a stool I moved next to the boy, and came up to him from behind. I hugged his body and let my hands roam down his chest and over his stomach, all while kissing the back of his neck and nibbling at his ears. His erection was solid, so I stroked and edged him for a bit with one hand, while sliding the toothbrush up and down in his hole. He moaned and moaned and moved his hips back against my cock then forward pushing his cock in my hand. “Horny boy aren’t you?” I said “Yes, Sir,” he moaned. “You want to cum, don’t you boy?” “Oh god, yes, Sir,” he said. “I laughed, sorry boy, but no orgasm for you today. You need to start thinking of your hole as your sex organ. Kinda like a pussy, and I’m going to help you make it good and hungry so you can be the cumdump you asked me to make you.” At that I picked up the icepacks and held them to his cock. He lost his erection completely and I kept them there till his cock shriveled as much as possible. Working quickly from behind I got the ring for the chastity cage on behind his balls and then slid his cock into the cage, fastened it to the ring and then locked it on. He moaned and swung on his chain. “Time to give that tight boy pussy of yours some much needed attention,” I said fumbling to grab the handle of the toothbrush still buried in his hole.