doomweaver3

Part 16 - Beginnings After my re-imprinting, a few weeks passed and Jeff was the beaming, happy owner of a pozzed up little jock and I did everything he asked of me. As a reward, when my PA fully healed, Jeff caged me. I have to confess, the black cage looked hot against my pale skin and I can’t tell you how good it made me feel to be caged again. Many of you will not be into it, and I get that, but for me, the moment it went back on I felt more of myself than I had in the weeks without it - a faster, stronger, more focussed version of myself. I ramped up my submissiveness to Jeff threefold and that made him and his close friends very happy, and very satisfied…if frequently drained. I take a regiment of pills every morning, and apart from that and my new body jewellery, my life appears normal except…well…it isn’t. Jeff is a fair and dominant master and lover, and I truly love him. He whores me out on a strict rota, sometimes just as a companion, but most of the time for sex and I take every load he asks me too - I have never refused even one. I make him very proud. At night I curl up next to his massive frame utterly content. I attend quite a few sex parties as his caged sub - and have met a lot of the club members, we’ve even met a chapter in New York who chem’d and fucked me over the long Pride weekend this year. I’ve got a bit of a reputation now - my stamina and hunger is second to none, and Jeff keeps my ass in fantastic condition. Professionally, I’ve made a pretty good career as a semi-professional runner and PT. There are pictures of me in my half-pipe, caged and pierced on a podium accepting a silver medal at a pro-circuit race that Jeff thought would be fun to leave in the public domain - a sort of invitation to anyone who could find them. I have to admit, despite a lot of stares that day, it is hot to see the fabric obscenely stretched over the jewellery that marks me as a submissive gay boy. Jeff knew I’d be into that. Good luck locating ‘em! 😈 A few weeks after those photo were taken, Jeff whored me out to the coach from the team I beat that day. He was as shocked as me when I met him in his office and we realised who we were - it took only minutes though for me to disrobe, bend over his desk and take a pounding from his long cock, rigid cock. I often see him at meets - none of his squad have beaten me yet - but he’s fucked me numerous times (once in their team’s kit too). I know a lot of you will want to know about Zeke - but I still find it a little hard to talk about. In the interests of telling the whole truth, however, I’ll finish his story too - Zeke never converted. It devastated John and Kem - the club insisted they had to let him go and, for a while I think, it blew their relationship apart. I didn’t see them for months, no one did, and what I heard wasn’t good. I remember running into a club member who asked me if I regretted re-imprinting given John and Kem had found me but Jeff interceded and I swear he would have punched the guy if I hadn’t stopped him. Honestly, though, even if I had to answer the question, I didn’t regret it - maybe that’s the power of imprinting. Even though I know I’d gone through a re-imprinting process, the outcome was final. I loved Jeff and I was truly his - when I think back to the night I was set free it wasn’t because it was a temporary response to chems or sexual bliss, it was a soul-bond to Jeff. He pozzed me, he corrupted me - he freed me. It wasn’t up for debate - it was a physical reality burned into my memory. The same night he nearly punched that club member, Jeff brutalised my hole - sat upright, bouncing on the cock that made me, he declared his love for me as he filled me with a third cumload. I was happy. About a year after Zeke left, John and Kem started coming to parties again - they looked a little sunken but otherwise healthy. I remember one event they both managed to manoeuvre me away from the throng of men to double fuck me in a walk-in closet - John laying underneath me and Kem on top - our sexual union framed by a wide, floor-length mirror. John never took his eyes off me, and Kem never opened his. Both enjoying the pleasure in their own unique way - it was surreal. When they came inside me, punishing my hole with a dual spray of cum, I heard John whisper something indiscernible over the force of his orgasm - I promise, to this day, I did not hear what he said. When he pulled me in for a deep kiss, he didn’t repeat it and I didn’t see them again the entire night - Jeff told me they only fucked me and something about “who could blame them?” Last week John and Kem got in touch with the club members to say they’d got a new prospect - the photos were very cute- a 36year old construction worker with a gorgeous body and farmer’s tan. His name was Rob and he sort of knew what he was getting into - was keen to try T and get fucked up. John and Kem were hoping to secure him and had even set a date for an ‘induction’ party. John texted me directly - something he hadn’t done since, well, my re-imprinting - to ask if I’d be their drug boy for the night, but Jeff said ‘no’ - that it’d be too painful for them and they needed to focus on their new prospect. “They need a fresh start pup” he commented when he read the text. “You can give them that” When I think about it, I wondered if maybe John and Kem had imprinted and saw, for the first time, the struggle I might’ve gone through if Jeff hadn’t taken the time to formalise my handover. Anyway, that’s you up-to-date. Jeff is snoring next to me as I finish this - it feels weird writing it all down after, but I’m glad - it’s been a dark, but positive adventure. There’s a tent in the sheets where Jeff’s morning wood waits for attention. As my free hand slips under the covers to feel the familiar heat of his vast muscles, I wrap my free hand around his throbbing meat - he lets out a sleepy moan “with your hole pup”. Phone down, back to work ❤️

Part 15 - Re-Imprinting “There was a lot of politics with Zeke, pup…the club has rules. You’ll learn them all one day, but John and Kem had exhausted pretty much every avenue to keep Zeke. They began prospecting for a new neg boy to induct and found your hot, innocent ass. Everything would’ve been fine, but the pandemic happened and we lost sight of you didn’t we! And John and Kem developed a bit of a recurring habit for Zeke’s neg ass. I think they saw it as a challenge before it became something else.” “Love?” I asked romantically “You’re so fresh and innocent - whoring you out will be a joy” Jeff says as I blush “I’m a lucky Dom - boys like you and Zeke are rare pup. You don’t even know. Finding one boy like Zeke - a dream, finding a second like you - unheard of in the club’s history” he pushes his tongue into my mouth before continuing. “Given the extenuating circumstances” he continued “we allowed an exception - multiple impregnations - but nothing took. When the pandemic ended and our hunts started again, Zeke was not supposed to be in the picture and when John and Kem found you again, we saw a natural route for them to replace him.” “That’s awful” I exclaim Jeff smiled “club has rules, pup. It needs rules. It’s not personal, it’s necessary and John and Kem knew what they were doing when they corrupted you. We love Zeke too and did our best to poz his tight-end for John and Kem but nothing took. You on the other hand…” he smacked my ass “took it like a champ” Echoes of Dr Harris’ assessment of my conversion blossomed in my mind and the emphasis Jeff put on ‘took’ left me in no doubt that’s what he meant. My consternation remained visible. “God you’re gorgeous when you’re upset” he laughed “Listen, it’s not all bad - John told us what they asked you to do for Zeke.” I started at the implication I might have done something wrong. “Don’t worry” Jeff smiled, pinching my cheek. “You’re not in trouble, but the club made a final decision. For what they asked you to do for Zeke, John and Kem gave up all rights to you.” I blink at the finality of it. “You’re special pup - the whole club thinks so…fuck, even Dr Harris thinks so and he’s a stickler. John and Kem found you and so losing you is killing them. Pozzing an ass like yours is a once in a lifetime event - trust me - and what happens next reverses their claim completely” “And what if Zeke stays neg?” “Then they lose you both” Jeff finished matter-of-factly. Watching for my reaction. “Makes you feel bad huh?” Jeff nods “That’s what we’re helping you with today - little slammed-up pup imprinted hard and that could make things…complicated for you going forward” I let out a nervous exclamation of confusion. “Little neg ‘you’ fell in love pup” he chortles I hadn’t even realised, but when he said it I recognised the truth of it immediately - how connected to John I felt. In my mind he pozzed me that night, even though that was impossible to tell. He made me feel safe and secure, loved and dominated. Receiving his cum load that night cut a part of me out of myself and gave it to him in return - the drug-fuelled thrill of being impregnated by him overruled any sense of myself - I yearned to please him, do what he told me and give myself, body and soul, to him. “Oh…yeah…but!” I struggle to form words over the memory. “Yeah…exactly” he smiled watching me “sure I’d get you there, and you’re already developing feelings for me, but your imprint will make it difficult for you when we go…harder….” He smiled wickedly. “So…tonight we’re giving you a helping hand courtesy of Dr Harris” he said removing a little locked box from the side of the couch and tapping the lid “think of it as your formal handover and I couldn’t be more excited” I recognised the box vaguely, but the memory is hazy and elusive and I can’t quite grab it. “Thank you sir” I say as the thought evaporates and Jeff pulls me tight to him. “Good fucking pup” he says and pats my ass. We kiss momentarily before he pushes me to his side and sits me on the couch. “Alright, on your knees, pants down pup” he orders “re-imprinting begins now” I get on my knees and tug my jogged over my naked ass. “Good pup” Jeff says and I hear him opening the box and approaching. His huge hand rests on my cheek and aggressively splits them open to reveal my softly pulsating hole. It quivers as the evening air kisses it. “God fucking damn pup - the quality!” He admires before hawking a massive glob of spit directly on my little hole and massaging it in with practiced rhythm. I moan in delight as I feel him start to insert a small object into me. It pops in easily and I can feel it’s a smooth, oblong object, bigger than a normal pill but pill shaped. I feel it explore my chute as Jeff smacks both of my cheeks, causing my hole to convulse violently around the foreign object. “Hehe” he chuckles “Stage 1 complete” Jeff confirms and hauls me up, pants still around my legs, to sit awkwardly on his lap and make out with him. As we gyrate into one another I can feel the ‘pill’ melting in the heat of my ass, and layer by layer, producing a wave of increasing pleasure - no, not pleasure, energy - soft waves of molten energy that flux in and out with the beating of my heart and pulsing of my ass. Jeff breaks our embrace and grabs my face in his massive paws. “There we go pup” he smiles, “few more minutes and you’ll be flying” “Ugh” I moan as the latest wave increases in force carried along my central nervous system from my ass in radiant pulses. “Oh god” I help as wave after wave magnifies the sensations. “Keep going pup - get up to that stratosphere” I start to gyrate on the beast of the man under - to the sultry, sexual beat of my increasing horniness - my hands reach up to touch my newly pierced nipples, playing with the metal and relishing the exquisite sensation. Two more powerful waves radiate out from my guts and white, sexual heat erupts forces it’s way into my every thought. A mushy haze of fucking and sucking and cumming as I begin to fantasise unbound. Another powerful shockwave and another until I can hear the thumps of my descent into sexual oblivion pounding from the depths of my hole. “Oh God daddy” I yelp as loud music plays around us and the evening lights change colour - a powerful orange-red- that stimulates my erotically charged pleasure receptors. “Fuck me daddy - oh God” I cry and begin to try to stimulate Jeff rather than myself. “Good fucking pup” he says, lifting me fully off me and plonking me into the soft couch. He forcibly removes my clothes leaving me in nothing but my jock. The loss of the fabric as it caressed my pale skin electrified me. “Stand up pup” Jeff commands and I comply as the radiant waves reform into ball of perfect, thrilling happiness lodged perfectly in my guts. As I stand Jeff pulls on my running singlet (or what my training partners and I call our half-pipe training socks) from my amateur club, and the tight spandex on my skin felt like silken bliss. “There we fucking go” Jeff said “god fucking damn…fucking breedable little poz runner” he said licking his lips and thrusting me in front of the mirror wall along the wall of facing the garden. The sock was pulled over my taught muscles, the shape accentuating my string thighs and pecs, the translucent fabric revealing my pierced nipples, short cage and thin Prince Albert with perfect clarity. Behind me Jeff’s began to stroke my shoulders and back. His huge musculature looks even more enormous next to my tight physique and as I push my hips into his and feel his thick erection rise to meet me I feel utterly and completely safe, protected, and in desperate need of his total dominance. “Yeah kid…let go…let it all go” he whispers in my ear, nibbling and pecking my neck as the energy in my gut makes me feel invincible. I turn and embrace him passionately, standing on my toes to reach his mouth as his hands move down and grab my spandex covered ass cheeks, massaging them aggressively and conducting the flow of energy back into my rectum. I moan into his mouth. He breaks my kiss, looks over my shoulder and growls in lust at the mirrored reflection of my ass. Moments later he’s grabbed his satchel and bundled me out the door into a waiting car. The edges of my senses are soft and pulpy - a kaleidoscopic mirage of colours and bursts of electricity. I could experience it forever as Jeff straps me in, barks an address and continues to grope me and in my heightened sensory state I moan loudly. Our driver keeps adjusting his rear-view mirror and surreptitiously grabbing his own crotch in between navigating he busy streets of London. Minutes are hours in this hedonistic journey, but it still ends too quickly outside a tall, sandwiched property that looks familiar even in my drug addled brain - the seat of my corruption, my pozzing. I gasp as Jeff smiles, taps the driver on the shoulder and walks us both to the front door. Ken answers with a broad grin on his face. He takes a moment to stare into my eyes as Jeff thrusts me forward, before taking in the view of me in my half-pipe and drawing in a breath. “Fuck boy” he grabs me and pulls me into the house, kissing me passionately as Jeff closes the door behind us. The house is as I remember it - in fact, it’s almost exactly how I remember it - dim lights, and loud, gorgeous music. I instinctively match the rhythm and gyrate, breaking the embrace with Kem to put on a little show. “Hehehe” Jeff smiles proudly “Fuck” Kem says entranced and visibly erect in tiny jersey shorts that pitch a glorious tent - a damp spot forming at the top of his barely concealed penis. “Everything ready” Jeff asks, as Kem looks back at him “Fuck yeah” and meets Jeff in a passionate kiss. As I watch them, a hand grabs me and starts to pull me up the stairs. I hear Kem and Jeff break their kiss and watch me go. “He took the pill?” I hear Kem ask admiring my ass. “Up his little poz hole - just like the good doctor wanted” Kem laughs and I hear them follow us up as I turn my my head, slowly as my body struggles to keep up with anything other than the powerful pulsations emanating from the depths of my body. I come face to face with Zeke’s beaming face as he gently guides to the third floor. “Hi baby” he smiles and, confident we’re safely on the landing at the top of the house, meets me in a soft kiss. “Tonight’s all about you baby!” He smiles drinking in my lycra clad body and cooing. “Imma get you whatever you need, ok?” “Good boys” Kem and Jeff appear next to us. “Let’s get started” Kem said and opened the door to the bedroom. I’m gently pushed in and the disorientation is perfect - a replica of the night I was pozzed. Naked men horde around a dimly lit bed jacking their cocks and watching me with predatory eyes, distant EDM throbs through concealed speakers, and two thick lines of white powder greet me on the tall cupboard just inside the door. In my blissed out state, the connection is more than just memory, it’s real - happening again, or maybe the first time and I groan in pleasure. I hear the door shut and a strong hand grip me on my neck “2 lines, now!” The voice commands with a solid pinch of my neck, a rolled up twenty forced into my hand. I momentarily worry about dosing as I survey the plump lines - or do I? - a sense of deja vu passes over me as I snort the first, almost failing. The burn hits me hard and the sensation roots me to the moment. To the now. “Another” the voice commands with a firm pinch of my neck. I draw my nose along the length of the next before my head is violently pulled up - any powder left in my nostrils forced to the back of my skull. “Oh god” I yelp as the burn intensifies. I hear my captor lick his finger, and roll it in the remaining particles before rubbing it into my gums to discharge as much of the powder into my bloodstream. The burn in my skull dissipates slightly as I’m turned around in a deep kiss, John holds me tightly, gropes my ass and rips my half-pipe from my body with hungry ease. My mind thought it was Kem holding me, and my brain wonders why I thought that as Joh shoves my now naked body onto the bed to a series of filthy encouragements. “Now let’s get you some T” I hear John say watching me intently. I hear the echo of another man asking me the same question but the rush of drugs blows the thought away as I’m hauled backwards into a mound of soft cushions at the head of the bed as the fizz of a TV illuminates the far wall and a familiar motel scene begins to play. “Slammed” I chuckle as my left arm is pulled outwards, a tourniquet attached. I’m mesmerised by the porn as it moves through it’s familiar motions as I feel a tight prick on the vein line of my arm. The tourniquet is released and my arm pushed up as an explosive rush of raw energy creases my body into a series of intense convulsive coughs. “Breathe baby” John whispers next to me “You can do this - find my voice” I struggle to breathe as a gorgeous sense of euphoria condenses in my body, electrifying my whole nervous system with one message “cum”. I lean back as the sensation matches illuminates my physical need, grabbing my own thighs and pinning my legs to my abs to expose my hole. “Fuck me, please” I groan as the men around me whoop and praise. I lose count of the loads injected into me - I am bliss personified. My hole is red raw and gaped, saturated with churning cum, my breathing deep and ragged. The star of the film is ass up on a British flag taking a load from a huge cock as I wish it was me. “Alright kid…you’ve earned my very special load” I hear someone say. Out of the darkness Jeff’s enormous frame advances before me - his giant, beer can of a rock hard dick looks like it’s tugging him forward - desperate to breach me. “Special?” I say As he climbs on to the bed and pulls me towards him his cock head kisses the gape of my hole and I shiver inexorably. “That’s right pup. I’m going to change your life tonight. You’ve earned it!” He says, leering over me, dwarfing my body under his. “You’ll always remember the load that made you pup - the cum that bred you and impregnated you…” his dick began to breach my sphincter, it’s flared head pushing my soft ass lips apart, it’s raw heat registering at the edges of my battered senses “…That pozzed you” he said, aggressively sinking his weight into me so completely I gasped ‘Poz’ - my mind fights to remember what it is, what it means, a flash of danger and then nothing as John - no Jeff - starts to pound my cum-soaked pussy. “Fuck yeah, poz him up” someone says “Taking every load tonight” the voice growls encouragingly. I groan in ecstasy as I feel prior deposits of sperm being forcibly absorbed into my anal walls by the presence of the massive intruder. “Oh God” I yell and swear I hear someone say ‘he won’t help me’ to a throng of laughter as Jeff - it definitely was Jeff - grab the back of the bed to help leverage a salvo of unrelenting thrusts into my widening pussy. “I’m going to change your life pup - going to dick you down a path tonight you’ll never regret - gonna poz you up, make you a good fucking boy for life” he cries as a knot of cum pumps up the length of his shaft, expanding my sphincter as it passes through, and erupting deeply into the heart of my soul. In that perfect moment of sexual chemistry, the illusion of my memory is irrevocably shattered. Deep inside me, pumping me full of poz cum I grab Jeff with all my limbs and pull him into me. “Please…breed me” I nearly shout, as another flare of his cock indicates another pump of sperm in my hole. “Please…poz me” I whisper, and shiver with the perfection of being impregnated, as our audience offers ever more filthy encouragements. Jeff opens his eyes above me - through the intensity of his dizzying orgasm and my chemical haze, his body dripping in sweat and breathing hard - and meets my gaze. “Mine” he growls dominantly. Like a signature on an sexual deed I feel a part of myself pass from me to him - a promise I’d do anything he ever wanted in exchange for a constancy of his gift - of his poz cum infecting my tender body. “Thank you Sir” I say as he smiles triumphantly at me, as his thrusts dissipate with a final deposit of cum in my battered hole. Pure chemical pleasure switches off my physical body as the energy source within me sates itself on the stimulation of being bred so completely. I drift off to sleep, still impaled on the cock that pozzed me, as I collapse deeper into the softness of the bed. “It’s done” I hear a voice say as my world darkens from the edges of my vision inwards. A violent sexual fantasy dances before my eyes as I slip into a deep, and necessary sleep.

Thank you all for the encouragement- I’ve got such a massive kick from sharing this with you all! A few more chapters to come and hope you all enjoy 😈

Part 14 - Reward I wake up feeling refreshed and instinctively reach down to my crotch. I’m still not caged and I feel a pang of anxiety and loss. I’m swaddled in soft, silken linens and plush cushions and I feel utterly content. After a short while letting myself fill my body with my senses, I realise I feel better. Like I’ve shaken off a virus finally and I let myself believe I’ve dreamed everything. Bottles of medication stand on the nightstand next to the bed but I don’t recognise my surroundings at all. “Gave us a little scare back there” John said from a chair at the foot of the bed. He’d been watching me and I saw him smile as reality diffused around me. “How …how long was I sleeping?” I ask. John looks tired and gets up out of his chair. 2 days he says walking over to me. He sticks a thermometer in my mouth and tussles my hair. After a minute he removes the temperature gauge, looks at it and says ‘good boy’. “Zeke?” I say “Too early to tell” John says and joins me on the bed and kisses me deeply. “How do you feel son?” “Energised” I say honestly “better” “Good” he smiles and presses me into the mattress in another passionate embrace “The meds are magic” he says, stroking my chin. “Where am I?” I ask John sits me up. “The beginning of the rest of your life son” and smiles almost regretfully at me. As he kissed my cheek, a huge muscled figure of a man appeared in the doorway. A flare of recognition blossoms in my brain as he saunters to the other side of the bed. “Hi pup” he smiles at me and a memory of a thick cock parting the lips to my ass flashes across my mind. “Jeff?” I stammer, and John laughs “He remembers you” “I left a lasting impression” he chuckled coming into the room “didn’t I pup?” I blush despite myself. Jeff kisses my forehead and hands me a coffee. “Thank you Sir” I say as I take a sip John raises his eyebrow and laughs “Guess you were right Jeff” The muscular guy smiles and pats John on his shoulder reassuringly. “You guys have Zeke” John pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “I know” he replies softly. John looks at me with a longing hunger as a Jeff pulls him into a deep and erotic kiss. I feel my dick getting hard watching them kiss on top of me. “Fuck…” I moan breaking them out of their passions. They notice the tent of my cock and I look at them a little embarrassed. “Sorry, my cage…?I stammer. John looks at Jeff who looks directly at me. “John told you there were rules to our club right?” I vaguely remember something about it and nod “Well, I have applied to own you and the club has agreed - from today you do what I say, when I say it, and take whoever I tell you too…your life is mine son and I will own you forever” I shudder at the finality of it. “In return, I’ll cage you permanently and feed you as much poz cum as your deep pussy could ever want. I’ll mould you into the most perfect version of yourself - my pup.” John watches for my reaction. “John?” I say and I catch John smile “Yeah - you imprinted, I know…you’ll still see him, but, full-disclosure, I’m hoping we’ll get a chance to develop that same bond…the club have methods” Jeff says confidently. John looks away for a brief second but I catch it. I gulp a mouthful of coffee, staring back From John into Jeff’s cold eyes and hear myself say “yes sir” John sighs “you’re going to be great son” he said, “we’re so proud of you” We meet in a three way kiss that doesn’t last long enough. “Join us downstairs when you’re ready - don’t worry about clothes” Jeff said breaking the kiss and leading John out. I finish my coffee, languishing in the softness of the vast bed and stretch my limbs. I feel fine, great even and to prove it I leap out of bed, feet splayed on the solid floor and catch myself in the mirror. The weeks of fever have taken a toll, I’m a little thinner, the skin ever so slightly taught over my lithe muscles, but I look good. I allow myself a little affirmation and almost make myself blush. I look around for clothes before I remember Jeff telling me not to worry, and leave the room. The house is big but easy to navigate, it’s minimalist and what objects are around look expensive and intentional - the type of house from a magazine. I find stairs and take them two at time, bounding into a vast open plan space - containing a sunken couch, and long white kitchen. John and Jeff are on the square couch chatting as they notice me. “There he is” Jeff smiles “come here pup” he pats his lap and instinctively comply and walk to him. “Damn you look hot” John said as I took a seat on Jeff’s massive thigh and let him kiss me with a passionate urgency. The kiss lasts a few minutes before he lifts me up and plonks me on the couch. “Ok pup - I think you’re ready for your reward” and reaches down under the couch to pass me a small box tied up with a black ribbon. “Open it” John says I pull the string and open the lid to reveal two metal bars, a thick metal ring - too small for my finger and the most incredible looking cage in the most perfect shade of deep black. “I gasp” “Thought you’d like that son” Jeff said. “Had it made for you while you slept - little rush order from a very good friend” he clapped a massive paw on my shoulder and I kiss him deeply. “Thank you sir’ I blush as I turn the cage in my hands. “It’s stunning” “What are these?” I say pointing to the metal. John nods to Jeff. “Piercings pup - today you’re getting your nipples and cock pierced” I gulp. I’m not going to lie, I had thought about a cock piercing but never had the strength of will. “Today?” I gasp “Now” Jeff says taking me by his hand and leading me to a bookcase that doubled as a concealed door. “This is the club’s parlour room” he said as the bookcase swung open to reveal, essentially, a tattoo chair and various instruments bathed in red, soundproof fabric. “Holy fuck” I say as John gently shoves me inside from behind and shuts the bookcase behind us. Jeff takes my box of treats and busies himself with the apparatus “You’re doing so great baby” John says “Ok pup - sit that perfect ass of yours here, legs over the edge” I gulp again, remember to breathe and I say ‘yes sir’ John watches as Jeff quickly, almost impossibly quickly, skewer each nipple - piercing them with the silver bars. He wraps them both in a salve and bandage before approaching my soft cock. “Ok, look at John and take deep breaths for me pup” I do as I’m told as John encourages me softly and Jeff lances my cock and urethra, pierceing my dick with a small, silver ring. “Ow fuck” I cry as the sharp pain lingers for an unbearable few seconds before becoming a dull, throbbing pain. Jeff moves aside and John takes a step to reveal myself in the mirror behind him. “Wow” I hear myself say over the dull pain all over my body. My dick looks glorious with its new jewellery and I’m so taken with it! “Some healing time, then we cage you up” Jeff says and I thank him with a delicate kiss - careful not to graze my aching nipples.

Part 13 - Car ride John had taken care of all my medications as I clambered into the car. I saw a slight hesitation when he saw the box for Jeff but it passed in a flash as he squeezed my firm ass into the back seat with Kem’ Kem groped me deliciously in the backseat of the car as I lost composure. A second wave of ecstasy hit me and I blurted out everything that happened with the doctor like it was an everyday occurrence John and Zeke laugh from the front seat “yeah, that’s Harris” as Kem lifts my shirt and sucks on my nipple. “He said if you want to use me for Zeke you have to do it now or else I’ll be shooting blanks in no time” I repeat and Kem stops licking and I see John look in the rear view mirror. “Do you know what he meant” Kem whispers in my ear “No” I reply “Tell him Zeke” Kem teases I hear Zeke sigh - “I’m HIV negative” he proclaims matter of factly. All of this is so new to me that I have no idea what the context is or why that made a difference to what the doctor said John laughed as he turned the car. “Oh we’ve tried” he says “haven’t we Zeke’y boy? Had you sit on some very impressive and rarefied poz cocks, and still nothing” “He’s a persistent little fucker” Kem continues and I see Zeke blush “You…you want to be HIV-positive?” I ask as Kem idly tweaks my nipple. John glances over at Zeke, who meets the stare, sighing again. “Why?” I ask John laughs “cuz every club has rules kid. And ours is no different. Zeke wants to start his new life, the life he was born to, but we need him to absorb some poz cum before we can start” I blink confused “You don’t need to worry” Kem said “we converted you and you’re going to become something you only dreamed of” “But poz is the key…it’s the inviolable rule” John finished and I head Zeke sigh again. “We’ll get you there Zeke…promise” John whispered lovingly. “I’m the only failure in a long, long history of successes” he says almost angrily. “We’ll get you there” John reassured again. “And we only go for the natural method - cum up the ass. None of this fucking ‘new age’ brutal bullshit” Kem said directly to me as his hand slid under the seat of my pants. “Our conversions may take time, but they fucking take naturally” he said massaging my butt cheeks “Amen” John said “You know though - Harris is right. You might be able to help Zeke” Kem continued. John growled in the front seat - I wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want Kem to say what he was going to say, or egging him on. “I hate asking a sub bottom like you, but would you help Zeke if you could?” Kem kissed my cheek I look at Zeke’s face as he peers behind him. “Fuck Zeke?” I manage to say John interjects. “Kem…we talked about this…” “I know…but he could help. We know you hate topping, but maybe we could make it easier for you?” I feel the car stop as John pulls in and pivots over his seat. “You don’t have to top son…” “You want to be poz?” I ask Zeke directly “and I can poz you?” The ecstasy haze is clearing and I am able to connect the dots. Zeke’s gorgeous, pleading eyes bore into my soul as Kem continues nibbling on my ear. “I’m caged…and…I’m not very good at topping” I stutter “but I cum a lot” Zeke starts smiling “Oh baby…I’ll make it so nice for you! I fucking promise” John watched everything happening with a disapproving fatherly-ness. “Relax John” Kem says. “Hmmm…” he growls again “We could move up the arrangement with Jeff?” Kem says “as a reward”. The word pushes a pleasure receptor in my brain… “…cum?” I ask and the car bursts out into laughter “You help Zeke and I promise we’ll cage you right back up and feed your hungry, poz ass a whole fuck tonne of cum…today if you like” Kem whispers “O-ok” I say “Zeke clambers into the backseat and straddles me. Kissing me deeply. I swear he’s delirious with happiness. Kem looks proud and John looks resigned. “No time like the present” Kem says “Fine” John says and removes the keys from the car. And from his pocket a small leather keychain with my cock cage key on it. “Give him a blue pill” John said “N…now” I stammer “Yes” John said authoritatively. Everything was going so fast and I was acutely aware of how groggy I was still feeling as the ecstasy was waring off and I was only recently recovered from my HIV fever. “I’ll phone Jeff - let him know….” John says to Kem as he exits the car and Kem smiles at me wickedly “So much poz cum” baby into my receptive ear. “Alright, lower the back seat Zeke” and he complied creating a long expanse of space between us and the boot of the car. “Get on you knees baby” Kem said pulling Zeke into a passionate embrace. “Make me proud son” he said as Zeke moved from the back seat, half way into the boot. “You’re a good boy son” Kem turns his attention to me as I hear John outside say something about timings. He pushed a thick blue pill into my mouth and kissed me. “Swallow it” he said and I did, I felt it stick in my throat so Kem told me to open wide and spat in my mouth - enough liquid to move the pill down my gullet. “Good boy…ok, time to say hello to your dicklet” as John reentered the car “All good?” Kem asked “Yup, the deal is made” he sighed. Kem patted his shoulder reverently as they both watched me. I was proud of my dick, but caging made me feel alive. It gave me a purpose I never knew I needed and being free of it, reminded me of how much of a slave I could be to my own pleasure - how often I’d beat off and spill the fluid that otherwise kept me eager and submissive. John watched me intensely and reminded me that it was ‘only once’ as some of my previously caged senses returned to the forefront of my brain. John growled as though he knew what was happening. “it’ll be fine John” Kem said as Zeke pulled pulled down his black jeans to reveal his perfect pale ass. It gyrated next to me and, magically my dick spring to life. It grew to its full, six inch solidity as I coughed a little. “Poor sick son” Kem said jokingly and passed my cage to John who handled it reverently. “Jeff was good?” Kem whispered to John “Yeah” he said almost curtly “It’ll be fine” Kem soothed “I know…” John sighs “We don’t have a choice” Kem said “He’s flawless” John admitted glancing over me again “he should be ours.” “I know…” Kem sighed reverently…”but we owe this to Zeke…to try” John ran his hand down his face “Yeah” he said looking at Zeke who bent down on his haunches to expose one of the most sensational holes I’d ever seen. Naturally hairless, perfectly tight and a shade of rose pink that looked like soft blush. “Go on baby” Kem encouraged, Zeke wants it. “Needs it” John said “open wide baby” and I knew he was referring to his ability to absorb my cum. “Please baby” I heard Zeke say to me I move myself behind Zeke, conscious my limbs are still a little sore from the examination - my normal strength still sapped from sickness. I look back at John. He nods at me, gives me permission, as I sink my face into Zeke’s hole. He moans as I eat him out. It feels so good to be buried in such a hot ass, and I can tell Zeke is enjoying it. “Ok, easy boy…let’s get your cum in Zeke and then cage you back up” John said “Relax John” Kem said almost angrily But railed off as John shot him an annoyed look. It was clear that John wanted this to be over quickly - like I was betraying some part of me he had been keen to keep intact. I sense the tension so stop my ministrations in Zeke’s ass and line my cock up against his hole. I take a deep breath against my rising anxiety - there’s a reason I’ve only ever topped twice in my whole life - and nervous thoughts of performance start to cloud my judgment. “Breathe baby - you’re doing great” Kem said pushing me forward, reading my expressions, and encouraging me. I spit on Zeke’s puckering hole and raise my cock head to kiss it. I breathe and shove the anxieties away. I push and I feel Zeke’s hole prise apart. “Oh my fuck” Zeke and I cry at the same time and I hear Kem kissing John to calm him down. Lost in our dual worlds of sexual bliss, I grab Zeke’s tight, glorious hips and pull him back on to my shaft. “Thank you baby” he nearly cries as my shaft is swallowed by his ass. As I sink my entire cock into him his tight sphincter belies the glorious smooth envelope of his ass as his anal walls flux around the length of my dick. “Ugh” I moan “Yeah?” Kem says as I feel his finger snake up my pussy. “Oh Fuck” barely a minute has passed and my cock erupts. I know everyone thinks they cum loads, but I truly do, I violently spray 12 shots of my newly poz semen into Zeke “Fuuuuuck” I cry as I feel the cum floods out of me and into this twink’s right, neg body. “Ok…” John said as I ride my orgasm to completion “Wait” I say “I can fill him again..I can make sure” I say trying to be helpful I feel Kem and John look at each as I hear Zeke say ‘thank you’ I rotate my hips and grind my fresh load into his glorious pussy. I pound him for seven long minutes, stretching his sphincter’s ability to clamp down on my cock, before I announce my second orgasm. “Fucking take it Zeke” I blurt out as 7 more ropes of cum spray out of my flaring cock-head and into his waiting ass. As my orgasm fades the virulence of my poor health catches up to me - the exertions of the day finally draining me. My cock pops out of Zeke and I find myself slowly collapsing. I hear myself say something as strong arms catch me as I pass out.

Part 12 - Conversion My seroconversion was painful - my charts were confirmed barely 4 weeks after John and Kem had impregnated me with over 20 loads of seed - and followed a fever that laid me up for the last 2 of those weeks. John and Kem had sent me to a doctor contact they knew a few days after the fever broke - I still felt awful and groggy but I hauled myself to the private surgery and completed all my tests with practised ease. After a few minutes of waiting in the examining room the doctor re-emerged with a board and happily announced that I was an HIV-positive cumdump with the triumphant glee of someone telling a couple they were pregnant. I remember him clapping me on my back, telling me how well I had performed, and showing me my charts as I stared groggily and tried to follow his advice. “You get that lad?” He said, conscious I was zoning out as another wave of flu-like symptoms washed over me. “Huh?” I moan “Ok” he chuckled. “It’s ok” he massaged my back. “Let’s get you medicated” he said putting the charts on his table and rummaging around the cabinet above. “Here we go” he said, handing me a twisted bomb of some dark looking powder. He lifted my hand to my mouth where I instinctively placed the bomb on my tongue. He lifted my chin, hawked some spit into his mouth, told me to ‘open up’ and dropped a line of drool onto my tongue. “Ok” swallow he said. If it would help with my symptoms, I resigned myself to it. I swallowed the bomb with the help of his saliva and opened my mouth to show him it was gone. “Perfect - ok” wait here while I go finish some business he said leaving the room and locking the door behind him. “Ugh” I moaned through my flu haze. My legs swinging slightly off the floor from the height of his examining bed. “Fuck you feel like shit” a voice inside my head said “I fucking know” I say out loud as I detect a momentary, imperceptible shift in my eyesight. A gentle wave of exquisite energy starts to blur my vision as I feel a growing sensation activate the pleasure centres along my spine. “Ugh” I moan as the the familiar feeling of ecstasy boils in my body and my nerves start tingling. The feeling rises quickly and I hear myself wishing there was music to dance too - all feelings of illness pushed to one side. I hear the doctor return with an orderly just as the wave takes over, causing a physical tremor to burn through my frame. “Hehehe” the doctor remarks as he examines my pupils with a small torch. “Perfect” he says, happy with what he sees. “Dean, undress the lad and get him ready for examination” the doctor says as I feel myself start to moan. “Yes sir” the orderly response. He’s older than both of us, in green scrubs, and as he approaches I feel a distant flash of recognition. “Dean?” I mutter as my head lolls down as another wave of crashing pleasure trills through me. The orderly smiles, “so proud of you son! Now jump off and let’s get you undressed” I comply and soon after I’m buck-ass naked, framed on his bed, and strapped to a gynaecological chair. My meaty, runner’s cheeks all the protection my hole had from any assault and my abs taught from the position. “That’ll be all Dean, thank you” the doctor states as Dean finishes placing my right leg into the last stirrup. “Yes sir” he replies, winks at me and leaves. The doctor approaches my ass as I roll on the ecstasy coursing in my blood. He wheels his chair so that he’s directly between my legs and holds a hand to my ass like he’s warming it against a fire. “Nice…perfectly in heat” he declares licking his lips. “You’ll be wanting some poz cum, huh baby?” He chuckled “Fastest conversion yet” he continues as he starts peeling on surgical gloves. “They told me they thought you were special, now that I see you I agree. This ass should be worshipped….to think we nearly didn’t get it” he says almost to himself. “At the gym was it?” He asks glancing over at me “Your fucking destiny huh son?” he smirks as he watches my head rolling side to side. He prises my cheeks apart with one gloved hand and cooes - “so pink” - he says. “Jesus…they weren’t lying!” He leans down and licks the length of my exposed hole. “Ugh - yeah” I moan “You like that boy?” He asks not caring for a response “Course you fucking do - freshly minted poz slut” he licks again and returns to his sitting position, grabbing an instrument from the table next to me. “Ok, let’s see if the insides are as good as the outside” he chuckles as I feel a generous squirt of lube tickle my pulsing hole. “Deep breath for me boy” he says as I feel a metallic coldness rest on my ass. “Deep breath” he orders and I comply “There we go” I feel a sudden pressure as something smooth breaches my hole and pushes into me. It’s smooth the entire length, and cold, and I shiver as it enters me. It flares towards the end and lodges itself in my ass as though it was modelled for it. “Nice” the doctor says “10 out of 10 baby boy” He sits up to examine his handwork as the coldness of the object melts away in my superheated by my ass. “Fucking beautiful” he says I lean forward to try and see what he’s doing but can’t see anything. The doctor briefly disappears under the bed and emerges with what looks like a gas mask. I stare at it with dopey confusion. “First time in a poppers hood?” The doctor asks seeing my expression “Nice” He comes around me and affixes the hood to the back of my head. I smell rubber and a residual smell of ageing amyl. A tubular mouthpiece, like the trunk of an elephant, covers my nose, and is clamped in place. “Breathe deep boy” as I see the doctor through the fog of the glass turn something on the end of the trunk and the familiar scent of poppers rush up to meet me. “Oh fuck yeah” I moan “Yeah, they told me you had a weakness for these” he laughed as he returned to his place between my ass. “Take as many hits as you like boy” as he began doing something to the object in my ads that caused my anus to respond, to start gently opening as though it were being vised apart. “Fuck yeah - fucking freshly pozzed up hole pulsing for me” the doctor moans as my hole opens and allows air to rush in and cool it along the blush crimson of my anal walls. My holes passes the point of any natural stretch and I throw my head back as more poppers relax me. “Nice, little more boy, little more” the doctor repeats. “Ugh” as the elastic around my sphincter strains. “Oh god” i muffle from under the hood. “Little more” he repeats. After what feels like minutes I groan with the agony of the stretch and I feel the pressure stop. “Perfect” the doctor says and pulls a metallic arm from over us with a camera looking device lodged in it. “Fucking beautiful boy” “Look at those walls - so thirsty for cum, so delicate and defiled” He stands up between my legs, and I see his hand furiously jerking his cock as he suddenly lurches forward into me. I feel zero intrusion, just the heat-presence of his prick until it rests somewhere up my guts and paints my walls with rope after rope of liquid life. “Take it in boy” he says as I will my ass to absorb his spunk. “Fucking nice” he says as I feel him pull his head out of me. I’m so stretched I don’t even feel the rest of his prick, only the depth charge of his cum sinking into my guts. “That’s a fresh poz load in your cunt. Enjoy it, absorb it. A few weeks ago I bet you’d have panicked. Now look at you, you’re free and your pussy craves the warmth of a fresh poz load, doesn’t it?” “Answer me” boy he says determinedly “I groan as I feel a droplet of his cum fall somewhere from the roof of my obscenely stretched pussy to it’s soft, tender red floor. The sensation is like a warm tickle and I giggle “Yes sir” I say languidly before the doctor can ask again as I feel the spunk literally dribbling down my inner walls. I groan as the ecstasy blurs my judgment. He chuckles. “Can’t wait to see you at HardOn with that ass - you’ll be popular” he says as he zips himself back up and smacks my ass, before sitting back on his stool and swivelling over to his computer. Leaving me totally stretched and exposed, his cum free to sink deeper into me. “Ok, meds and regiment” he says to the screen. Take this to the pharmacy outside and follow the instructions to the letter. Tell John and Kem if they want to use you on Zeke, now’s the best time - you’ll be firing blanks in no time. Got that?” “Uh huh” I moan from my rubber mask. A few minutes later and I’m fully disengaged from the chair and the mask. Stroking my sore pussy. “Easy there boy, your hole is fine…literally” he laughs at his own joke and squeezes my firm buttocks. He passes me a sheaf of papers and a small locked box “These” he says tapping the lid “a few little favours” he smiles wickedly “for Jeff…tell him with Dr Harris’ compliments.” He tussles my hair “have you re-imprinting in no time” he chuckled. “Oh and when you’re well, I’ll be sending you to a PT who’s going to turn you into the best version of yourself.” He tussles my curls. “we’ll get him to focus on your running career and see if we can’t get you on the pro circuit” I blink with confusion. He sees it and kisses me deeply “We treat our members well kid. We changed your life and now we’re going to make your dreams come true. Whatever you were before is nothing to what we’ll make you. That poz ass of yours will pave your way to a fucking amazing life” He kisses me again as I shiver with happiness. “You beautiful, little poz slut” he coos pushing me out of his office with a sharp slap to my ass. I grab the prescriptions almost in a daze, wobbling out of the small office. The ecstasy makes everything bright and soft around the edges of my comprehension coupled with a deep throbbing pulse deep in my raw guts - the radiant warmth of the doctors cum load - poz cum load - centred me as it pulsed from the deepest part of my rectum. I stood outside the small surgery and let the cool breeze caress my face and let out a long sigh. My body shivers from the ecstasy suppressed symptoms of my new diagnosis. I don’t know how long I stood there, before I felt a hand in mind. “Come on baby” John says, taking my hand and walking me to his car.

Love the POV of this! Greedy for more 😈

Such a goddam hot story! Thank you for writing - now I need more 😈

Part 10 - Slammed I don’t remember how I left the couch, only the sensation of strong hands directing my body out of the living room, up a flight of stairs and into the main bedroom. A constant pressure around my torso and back of the neck. “MDMA?” I say groggily as I was shoved forward towards a dresser and two thick lines of white powder carefully laid out next to a rolled up £20 note. “No son” Kem replies “K” and puts a hand on the back of my neck - a gentle exertion of pressure to push me downwards towards two lines of thick off-white powder. “Take them, now!“ he commands I groggily take the rolled up twenty, and place it at the start of the first line. It’s long and dense and I wonder momentarily about dosing before I feel a slight pinch of authority at my neck “Now!” Kem repeats I snort the length of the first line and nearly don’t make it the entire way it’s so long. The burn is almost instantaneous at the back of my skull, as Kem pinches my neck again. Instinctively I work the rolled up note back along the next line as the burn forces a tear from my eye. As soon as the powder vanishes up my nose Kem lifts me up violently, the motion throws the residual powder in my nostrils to the back of my skull “Oh fuck” I cry as I feel an intense, back of the brain pain I can’t escape. As he holds my neck slightly backwards to let the drug work it’s way into my body he licks his finger and presses it on the tray, collecting the last remnants of powder before forcing the finger against my gums and pulling my head even further back. “Good boy” he says, satisfied his finger has deposited the last of the drugs into my bloodstream. “Now, let’s get you some more T” The burn in my skull is dying down, but I am struggling to make sense of the words he’s saying. “G?” I ask Kem laughs “Hungry boy - maybe, but Zeke tells me you’re an imprinter so, just the T for now. I want you to fall in love the old fashioned way.” He smirks to a chorus of knowing approvals from the other men around the room as he tosses me down on the soft bed. The silk bed linen feels luxurious against my sweating skin as I start to feel my body up in tune with the now distant music. The lights seem to dim around me, an October-sky haze of oranges and pinks as I groan at the touch of multiple men. “Strap him in” Kem says to the horde of men kissing and stroking their dicks and I hear them whoop their assent as hands reach for my hands and legs as Kem lays out a few more lines for himself and the other men. I’m pulled to the back of the bed, sandwiched between gloriously soft cushions as the fizz of a TV turns on directly in front of the bed. “Surprise pup” I hear a familiar voice say as the tv flickers to show a motel room with three men in it. The camera man says “you look terrified, look at me” and a blossom of recognition stirs in my addled brain. “Oh” I moan as the porn scene begins it’s familiar playthrough. “Slammed” I announce and giggle as the bottom on the television disrobes. “Fuck that’s hot” someone around me says as the familiar voice almost laughs. “Fucking told ya!” As I lose myself in the connection my brain makes to my all-time favourite porno, someone attaches something tight to the top of my left arm and stretches it out along the line of pillows. I don’t even concern myself with the new pressure as the on-screen cock begins to enter the bottom. “He tight?” the cameraman asks as I start to drool “Yeah” the top responds as I feel a tiny prick along the vein line of my arm “Not for long” the cameraman responds as I feel the tightness on my upper arm release and someone extend my arm high above my head. The violent force of a new energy suffocates me - I cough violently, my body trying it’s hardest to expel something already coursing through my blood. I try to gulp air as hands rub my back but it doesn’t help and I feel a black void rush up from the centre of my being. “Easy boy, find your breath” Kem soothes next to me. “Find your breath” I turn to him in an almost rictus scream, as he rubs my back with the other men. His presence soothes me somehow and I sense oxygen flowing back into me. “Wha…happened…?” I moaned “You got slammed boy” Kem responds as the bottom on the TV groans darkly. I emit a tiny cough and search for the meaning in Kem’s words. My mind doesn’t search for long as meaning finds me more quickly. The gravity well from earlier, the one that secured my explosive reprogramming reappears but now it’s different. Where before it meshed with my body, moulded and re-moulded parts of me, this force pulls everything towards it. As A million new lights bloom in electrical nodes of my body, the energy forces my brain into submission and reroutes everything into it. A painless, white heat at the core of my body that vaporises any semblance of resistance or pain, or inhibition in a vortex of shuddering force. “Oh” I yelp “Fuck, I love watching first-timers” someone said “Fucking birth of a tweaker” “Find us on the other side boy” another voice said “ride the wave and find us” A pounding silence encases me as the energy within me creates a shield around me. Time goes slowly and inexorably as I sense the vortex exploring me - a living force taking its first steps in virgin territory. Exploring my physicality, and thoughts - taking control and learning my entire self. The white heat finds the gland in my ass and touches it. I throw my head back with the ecstatic feeling of pressure and receive another hit. “Here he comes boys” I hear Kem over the din of my pleasure The pulsating energy begins to assault my ass, pleasure reroutes from every other part of my body and flows down. It sends me wave after wave of pulsing, internal heat as it chases the energy I give it when I feel aroused. “Fuck me” I hear myself cry I have to feed the power within me, give it the sexual stimulation it needed to survive - the fuel of men pounding my hole and filling it life-affirming cum. I needed these men to help me - fuck me and own me - it was essential, all I could think about as I grabbed my thighs and heaved them back to expose my already gaped, sperm-soaked hole. “Please fuck me hard” I moan against the sheer force of my erotic hunger. The currents of my body fuse themselves to the heart of the desire within me, as it punctures my every thought with images of cock and cum. On the TV screen in front of me the first guys in the gangbang have arrived and pierced the star’s cunt just as one of the guys around the bed advances on me, and a dick is roughly shoved into my mouth. “Yesss” I groan as I receive two cocks in my drug-powered, receptive holes. “Fuck - he’s in heat” my top says, rotating his full 7 inches inside me to find a satisfying angle for his own stimulation. I gurgle in response as I hear a chorus of ‘yeahs?’ and hot encouragements. I struggle to focus on the men inside me, my mind is wholly, completely, focussed on pleasuring their cocks. “Tweaking hard” the man attached to the prick in my throat laughs as he starts assaulting my throat. “All the way son, you can do it” the sexual power within me agrees and he passes the ridge at the back of my mouth and sinks into my grazed throat. “Ugh” I cry “Good baby” he moans as a series of light gags register in the elastic of my ass, massaging the cock defiling my pussy. “Oh my fuck” the top exclaims breathlessly “Keep doing that boy. Keep massaging my …ugh” he ends as I feel his cum spray violently up my ass. “Oh fuck” he yells, grabbing my hips and squeezing “absorb it boy…every fucking sperm” he yells as his cock pours cum into my hole relentlessly. Load Count : XIV The guy in my ass bends over my cock-pierced body to lick the side of my face as the cock in my throat is quickly extracted. “More cum” I hear someone say and can’t discern whether it’s from the TV or the glorious hive of men around me. A few seconds later and long, very long, but think cock is wrapped in my semen-stained hole pumping incessantly into my anus. My head is pulled onto a deflating, cum-covered cock and my soul experiences the pleasure of receiving two cum loads at once. As I work my gullet on the cock that was just in my ass, the thin-cock of my latest top floods the depths of my ass. 3 or 4 deep spurts and I feel a pool of cum coalesce under his mushroom head, waiting it’s turn to find a way into my soft lining. Load Count : XV “Ugh…take it all boy…every fucking drop” he says, collapsing on top of my abs with a groan, dislodging the cum pool inside me and sending a river of hot sperm racing into my body. “Thank you” I gasp as the now clean cock extricates itself from my semen soothed gullet. I feel someone clamber on the bed next to me, kiss my sweat soaked face and tell me to “climb on” to a series of filthy cheers. I glance over at a very tan, silver-haired daddy with piercing green eyes and a hard, almost oblong shaped cock that was distinctly larger at the head then it was at the base. “Climb on son” he repeated indicating his dick and the thin member lodged in my ass was extracted in one perfect motion. My body doesn’t want to listen to me and it takes me a few moments, helped by a few of our spectators until I was straddling then tan daddy, his knotted cock kissing my hole. I manage to sit up and the angle perfectly allows him to impale me as I feel a set of strong hands keep me upright and another thick cock rub up against my already cock-pierced hole. The knotted cocks settles in me and I groan as hands push me forward so that I’m face to face with the daddy fucking me. He breaches my lips with an aggressive kiss as I feel another cock pushing at my sphincter. The drugs, firmly in control of my every passion, realise what’s happening before my body does. I register a bright flash of burning, exquisite pain as the second cock assaults my hole - one firm, aggressive shove and my sphincter snaps. The second cock is sucked into the vortex of my hole as I moan loudly into the mouth of the man kissing me. “Stay with me boy” he coos, as the second top lets out a loud “fuccccccck” his dock fully lodged next to the cock of the tan daddy, their angles prising apart my inner walls. I start to struggle Involuntarily as hands grab me to steady me. “just…fucking …breathe” the tan daddy manages to moan, smiling at me. Two bottles of poppers appear, one under each nose and as the familiar fumes hit me, the angry, firm head of the second cock starts to massage its exit and re-entry. “Oh god” the man behind me says as our audience celebrates. “Oh god!” I scream as someone else covers my mouth with theirs in a deafeningly powerful kiss. The man attached to the second cock starts a relentless pound that sends my mind into the stratosphere “There we go baby, let it all go - tonight is about fucking, hard cum-spraying, deep fucking” he whispers in my ear as I gargle and moan. “Already taken so many fucking loads kid” he mutters, angling his arms on my shoulders for more leverage as he stabs and thrusts alongside the knotted cock twitching next to him. “Haven’t you son? Just a cumdump for sperm” “Ugh” I cry “You know what all loads mean?” He barks at me as my brain struggles to find an answer over the sensations in my body. He chuckles “you’re going to find out” he says “very soon” he punctuates that last statement with a deep, sexual groan as the daddy under me almost yelps. I feel the knotted cock pulse, it’s like his dick expands and a sudden bloom of warmth indicates more cum. Stretched over two cocks I feel some of it seep out of me. “Fucking cumming” the man under me cries “There it is boy…all loads” the other top whispers as the bloom of warmth continues to fill me. Load count : XVI My body is pushed down so I’m face to face with the daddy again - his knot is still in me and we passionately make out. “Lost some cum there kid” someone says as my hair is roughly pulled up and I’m force fed fingers soaked in cum before being allowed back to my make out session with the knotted daddy. “Fucking take it lad” the thumping top still in me bellows as his movements push out the cock of the daddy under me. It pops out of my sphincter with a painful squelch as the top seats himself in my upper walls and releases 2 or 3 spurts of gorgeous, fiery warmth into me. It’s not a lot, but I can feel it’s heat - it clings to my upper anus where it’s quickly absorbed - the heat wave radiating up my spine and signalling my addled pleasure centres. Load Count : XVII As the second top disengaged with an exhausted slump over to the side of the bed, I see Guy climb into view to take his place at my gaped pussy. He continues to make eye contact with me as he slips his magnificent dick into me with barely any pressure of resistance - just warm, receptive guts, drenched in cum. “Rolling on tina baby?” He moans “Goddam little moist hole” he groans “We got you kid” he says thrusting with a deep and deliberate power. “Need you to feel it boy” he thrusts again, slamming hard into the red wall of my anus. I hear the cum squelch in me and someone says “look at all that cum greasing that cock” I try to look at the union of his cock in my ass, but hands keep me pinned in location. “Watching you take loads is almost as hot as watching you take drugs” he moans The words register in my brain, but the sex-fuelled energy within me immediately scrubs any associated meaning from my thoughts. “You’re so ready son - aren’t ya. You want all loads, want to get bred, want your pussy fucking knocked up?” He thrusts and watches me intently, angling another thrust in another direction up my ass “Ugh! Please, fuck me!” I cry and the men around us start egging guy on. “What else?” he asks, biting his lip and thrusting into me with terrible power “Oh God! And bred…” Another powerful thrust “and…” “Yeah, what else son…where do you want that cum?” “Up …up…my pussy” I tell deliriously please, breed me, fuck me. Ugh…please…Knock me up” That causes a ripple of ‘fuck yeahs’ from the men around us. “There it is!” Guy says triumphantly, looks over his shoulder at someone in the dim light behind him. “Good” thrust “fucking” thrust “boy” He closes his eyes as our audience cheers him on. “Knock him up, breed him, fuck him” He’s pounding my ass relentlessly - feeding the chemical hunger in me - to get fucked, bred, and seeded. “Fucking take it boy - been waiting so long to seed you.” His thrusts get less deep and more rapid as my sphincter goes into overtime pulsing along the length of his veiny shaft. “Give my babies a fucking home in you boy” as he buries himself deep, opens his eyes, and kisses me deeply as he blasts my hole with thick glorious cum. Load count : XVIII “Fucking got ya boy” he whispers as he comes down from his orgasm. He smiles at me, and moves my sweat matted hair out of my eyes “beautiful” he whispers “Ok Guy” Kem says advancing on me from behind him. “Fuck…I’m going to fucking cum” he yelps, as he moves into position on my ass. “Oh God baby” he yells, furiously jacking his cock over my winking, defiled pussy. He cums as soon as his cock touches my hole, and I feel his first spray coat my pulsing, battered ring before he sinks home with a roar. “Fucking hell yes” he groans Load count : XIX The men around us clap and holler as Kem gently pulls himself out of me. He moves on his knees to my face, his dick is coated in a thick layer of cum. “Suck me clean baby” He pushes it into my mouth and I moan in the ecstasy of tasting all the fresh cum extracted from my hole. “Mmmmm” I sigh Kem kneels down, satisfied he’s clean, picks up my chin and says “make us proud baby - take it all, ok?” I can’t really connect the dots, but he turns my head back to the TV where the main star of the film is on his knees getting pounded by a muscle bull of a man. I lick my lips as the picture is obscured by John - his glorious body backlit by the tv. He licks his lips as he sends a physical pulse to his heavy cock - it swings at his command and I can’t stop looking at it. “Fuck yeah” Kem growls next to me as a distinct hush falls upon the room “Please” I whimper as a glob of precum forms at the top of John’s piss slit as he clambers on to the bed and between my stretched out thighs. “I’m going to change your life baby” he growls, advancing upon me, cock first. “I’m going to fuck you so full of my special cum” I whimper as his dick licks my hole, a silver link of pre-cum deposits itself on my red ring - connecting us infinitely to each other in the chemical haze of my fantasy. “Once you take this load baby, there’s no going back” “Do it John” Kem says leaning into his husband for a deep kiss as John pushes his fat cock against my accepting hole. “Ugh” I moan “One little thrust baby” as he parts my ass “and my whole poz shaft will be in you - in you until I cum and poz you up, get you pregnant” I moan as his flared head pops into my cum-soaked hole and his entire cock sinks into me. The words he used “pregnant, bred, poz” don’t even register as concepts - the moment of hole widening penetration eradicating any sense of context or meaning. “I’m going to change your life baby - make you my good boy forever” he mutters to a murmur of assent from the men around us. “You’re going to be poz baby” he groans as my cunt massages him. “Poz?” I reply in a dream-like ecstasy of his penetration. He starts thrusting and my ass responds - tugging him in as he pulls out and pulsing with cum-drenched warmth as he pushes in. “Ugh…yeah…that’s right baby…going to dick you the fuck down.” He crushes me in a kiss as I hear the men start to repeat his claim on my ass “Poz him John - he needs it - knock him up” “Fuck yeah - I will! Give my load the perfect home in your tight little runner’s body” he grunts thrusting into me violently. He hits my prostate and I start to drool “Please” I groan “Yeah? You want it?” “Please…breed me…give me your babies, fuck me daddy” “I will baby” and he begins his descent into orgasm. His body is slick with sweat against mine, his eyes fixed on me. Time slows down as I gaze back. “Here it comes baby” he moans “Please…poz me” I say without warning “Knock me up…please” I don’t even think I knew what I was saying - just repeating the chorus around me. But it sealed us together with an almost magical chant - I felt his dick pulse as it unleashed its payload into me. It was an endless torrent of cum that warped my whole self around his cock. As his cum poured into me I felt a part of me - a small, but distinct part of my soul- pass into John - gratitude for what my body knew he was doing to me - for entrusting me to carry his babies forever. It was an ancient, powerful bargain and as he opened his eyes to meet mine - my legs wrapped around his strong mid-riff - I swear he saw it happen. My soul in return for his poz cum. “Please” I nearly cried “poz me” John caressed the sweaty mop of my hair “it’s up to you now baby - get pregnant for me, get pregnant for daddy” The energy coursing through my body feasted on the feelings emanating from the semen in my ass. As it gorged I felt all sensation drain away as a creeping, powerful sleep took me. Still impaled on John’s rigid cock, I passed out on a wave of chem-fuelled, sexual bliss. Load Count : XX

Part 9 - Relinquishing control Muscle god had to pull out of me slowly to ensure as much of his thick sperm stayed in my hole as possible and wasn’t extracted with his retreating member. There was an audible gasp from the men around us when it’s giant size audibly slipped out of my expanded ring. “Look at that” John says “gaped and full of cum” muscle god laughs, before pulling me up in one swift motion and pushing his cum enrobed cock into my mouth. Even soft he snakes down my throat. His cum covered shaft meets the grazes and bruises from the abuse my oral canal has received and soothes it - like balm on a wound - and I allow my throat to pulse on his entire length. “You’re a perfect little find” John exclaims and muscle god agrees. Eventually the remnants of cum are absorbed by my throat and he pulls out with an almighty sigh. He turns to John just by his side and makes out with him reverently “Bring him to me when he’s ready” he moans through deep, heavy breaths. “…we’ll give him what he needs” “Fuck, thanks man” John says as they both stare down at me evily. “Nah, the boy earned it” muscle god returns stroking the centre line of my abs. “He’ll look hot pierced…you got his keys?” He asked pointing at my cage. “Yup - told him to bring them tonight and we checked his bag - they’re there” “Nice…” “See you upstairs pup” muscle god says as he vanishes from sight. John smiles wildly at me as Guy beckons to the men around me and pulls my legs back to expose my gaped pussy. Another hot man, balding, and much older than my other tops, emerges from the gloom. “All right - Dean - nice” Guy exclaims as John smirks “Dean’s one of our oldest members boy - you’re going to give him your wet pussy?” He teased, reinforcing my lack of control by pinning my legs to the back of the couch and forcing my ass ever closer to the edge. “Of course” I trill, “you’re hot sir” I say to the advancing top. It was true, Dean might have been mid-60s but he was lithe, his skin golden and his face hard and memorable. His cock bounced in front of long thighs, a good 9 inches with a glorious, purple head. “Thank you son! Been waiting for this ass since I saw your photos…almost got away didn’t ya” he laughed as he manoeuvred his sizeable head through my outer barrier. “Fuck” he moaned “Jeff filled you up!” John looked over his shoulder and jacked his dick “yeah?” “Fucking full of spunk” the man said He leaned into kiss me and I felt the glorious stubble of his face rub my own hairless chin a little raw. “You met Kem, right?” he said into my mouth as he sunk his erect penis into my cum-covered chasm. “Yeah” I groan “First was he?” He says, heaving himself above me so I can see John and Guy once more making out. “Yeah” I respond in the ecstasy of penetration. He chuckled. “Then taking my load will be easy” he says loudly to a chorus of hollers and whoops. He rotates his hips as he pounds me relentlessly. Muscle god’s (Jeff?) cum lubed his powerful assault and I feel deposits of cum leak out around the union of his dick to my ass, forming a corona of silver sperm around my sphincter as Dean rigorously defiles me. Clearly experienced he angles alternating pumps against my prostate and my body erupts in sweat. “Oh god oh god…” I cry as the sensation threatens to tip me over another cliff in my mind. A feeling grows in my crotch that I’ve never experienced before - like I need to pee but, more orgasmic. I reach down to my crotch, the cage is loose around my insanely deflated member as I try to discern the sensation. “Ugh” I throw my head back and a river of silk coloured sperm oozes out of my cage. When I can cum I cum buckets, and even though this didn’t feel like a usual orgasm, the cum poured from me. “Ugh” I screamed as a tear rolled down my cheek at the sensation of cumming without orgasming as Dean punched my cum-stained prostate over and over. John was quick, he grabbed the shot glass I’d used earlier and put it against the river of my sperm. “Ugh” I yelled as I filled the glass and kept cumming. “Fuck son” as he replaced it with a second shot glass phial. “Fuck that’s hot” Dean cried and a shiver passed over his body as he pulled me violently into his crotch, disrupting the collection of my semen. “Take it” he cried “Fucking take it you tweaked out whore” The last thrust pounded my prostate and I felt him erupt against it. 9 powerful shots of almost too-hot cum coated the tiny gland with a sensational, sticky warmth. Load count : X As Dean held my body off the couch, against his. I heard John call out to me “Son, nothing wasted tonight - open up” I open my blissed out eyes to see him and Guy towering over me, each with a shot glass full of my own cum. “Open up son - I want you to taste the perfect version of yourself you are tonight.” John commanded and I did. They poured the combined contents of both glasses into my mouth as Guy chuckled in response “last pure load son” as the cum hit my tongue. I saw John elbow him angrily but Guy just smirked. “Fucker’s tweaked mate…don’t worry” Load count : XI “Stay in him till he swallows it all” Guy said to Dean. “I fucking will - I’m not leaving this ass till I know I’m absorbed” Dean laughed and I heard more groans of approval around us. I’d tasted my cum before, a few times, but this was different. It was thick and silken from weeks without release, salty but sweet - debasing myself by eating it made me feel insanely aroused. I swirled the large cum load in my mouth before audibly allowing my throat to swallow. Three massive gulps and all that was left was the residual flavour of my self. John leaned down to kiss me, swirling his tongue around my mouth. “So fucking innocent” John whispers, breaking our kiss. “You’re doing even better than we thought - we’ve got a treat for you later. Something I reckon you might be into” He cooed, stroking my chin. Dean extricated himself from my ass, clambered on top of me and lowered his softening cock into my willing mouth as another dick, totally obscured from view, roughly pushed up my rectum. I focussed on the glorious taste of Dean’s cock, trying to determine the different salinities of the various cum loads coating him. The mix of different men who impregnated me already alongside the residual heat from my rectum. “Yeah, nurse it” I hear Dean say as I emit a loud groan from a sudden punch of dick in my bowels. “Es hir” I moan, my mouth working his cock as my ass was being hammered. “Such a good boy” he cooed as I felt a sudden bloom of thick warmth erupt in my hole coupled with an almost imperceptible groan from the top. Load count : XII “Gotcha boy” I heard the guy fucking me say as he swiftly pulled out - the motion ensuring no cum was extracted with me. Dean removes his dick from my mouth and clambers off me as I look for the cock that had just fucked me. John catches my eyes and laughs “Oh don’t worry boy - some members prefer a little anonymity” “Stealthy fucker” Guy remarked and John shook his head as though he had heard a bad joke, but smirked. John surveys the men still in the room as a giant walked forward. “Thought so” he smiled “One more son then your treat” John said to me. “Oh nice, Barry” Guy trilled “turn him over so he’s kneeling over the couch” The order generates a hive of activity as I’m manhandled so I’m kneeling on the floor, ass up with my body laying across the damp cushion pads of the sofa. “God fucking damn your ass is hot” Someone says “Museum quality fuck!” I blush as John forces himself to sit between me and the back of the couch, my head perfectly angled into his crotch. “Fucking get to work son” he intones, grabbing my head and crushing it onto his cock. I gag a bit but bottom out on him as he sighs with pleasure. At that moment I feel thick hands opening my cheeks, cool air assaulting my ring with delicate, electric breaths, and a tiny river of cum escape me. A feel a bear of a man, with a round furry belly, approach me. “Gotta stay in you son” he said with a terrifyingly deep and powerful voice. My hole winks at the truth of the statement as the man rests his belly on the small of my back and pushes a rock hard highly curved cock up my ass - the curve feels like 90degrees as it punches upwards rather than along, and his steel hardness offers no compromise. As he forces my anus to accommodate his curvature I hear people calling out filthy, horny encouragements. “Told you he’d like this position” I heard Guy say as Barry’s pubis met my cheeks and his angled cock found it’s home wrapped in the arch of my pulsing ass. “Ugh uh” I moan around John’s cock as another inch of him snakes down my throat. My breathing is becoming a little ragged as he keeps my head pushed into him and Barry clearly feels the effects in my hole. Unable to move, prone by John’s cock and Barry’s bulk, I feel the cock in my ass powerfully thrust upwards and back, the curvature creating its own resistance in my hole. I start to feel myself drift into darkness as John notices and heaves me off him. Air rushes back to my lungs momentarily before I’m shoved back to base on John’s cock and pounded again by Barry. “Yeah he’s feeling it again” Guy remarked “Yup” John said repeating his slam fuck of my throat as Barry starts an unrelenting fuck of my upper hole. I can’t even arch my back to make it easier as Barry has me pressed down by his belly. John aggressively slams my face onto his crotch 3 times in quick succession, as I come up for air the third time I gag “Oh God” I yell as my pain receptors suddenly reappear. My throat feels like it’s on fire and the angle of Barry’s cock is causing my ass to pulse angrily against him. “Yeah?” John asks as he angrily grabs my head again and forcibly impales me on his cock again. “Not long now boy” he moans as he wiggles my throat around his encased cock. The latest, brutal assault causes one of my legs to find a bit of purchase to try and push back against my assailants, but no sooner have I moved then two arms rig me to place. “Uh uh” boy someone says. “He squirming?” Guy asks “Yeah, it’s hot” Barry responds. John heaves me up as I leave a trail of spit and phlegm down the length of his shaft. My eyes bug out as he stares interestedly into them. “Kem ready?” He asks, turning to Guy Guy hollers at the question, like he’s been waiting to answer it all night. “I’ll check” and bounds out the room. John returns to face me “Please sir” I say, unsure myself if I am asking for mercy or more as tears stream down my face. “Of course son” John says, impaling me again on his cock and answering for me. “Cum in him Barry - make him feel it” someone says from behind me. “Uh huh’ Barry responds unrelenting in the power of his assault on the curves of my anus. John releases me again as oxygen rushes back into my lungs and I feel my hole expand with my breathing. “Oh fuck yeah…just got looser” Barry declares “Yeah? Good” John responds piercing my throat again “Leaking cum though” someone else said “Feed it to him” John said angrily as he pulled me up again. “Gotta hold the loads in son” he said glaring at me as fingers appeared next to my face coated in thick, slimy cum. “Eat it” John says smearing my face with the phlegm and spit of his throat assault. I open my pained mouth and lick the fingers clean as Barry announces his orgasm “Fucking found you” he shouts as his cock rests in a part of my hole that couldn’t possibly have been covered in cum. “A nice spot for my babies” he cries as I feel a fiery hot spurt of cum assault my upper walls. “One more…hold steady” as he thrusts deep into the mucus covered walls of my ass and feeds my hungry hole. The load is not copious but the heat is intense. I feel it radiating outwards from the point he’s forcing it into my spongy hole. Load count : XIII “Oh god!” I moan as I finally lick the fingers clean in my mouth. “Lucky load 13” John says as he and Barry share a kiss over me. The room chuckles and I swear I hear someone say “unlucky” as I turn to see Guy bound back in the room “Fuck - I missed the seeding?” “Yup” Barry says nonchalantly - “but he’s going upstairs right? Plenty more for him there” Guy smirked as Barry shoved himself out of me. Not a single sperm came out with his exit, Barry’s essence had been absorbed in its entirety by the hungry, unspoilt walls of my upper anus and I still felt it soaking into me. John smiled, catching my head in his grasp as my hole pulsed with emptiness. “How’s he doing?” Guy asked “Kem’s ready” “Good” John said, cleaning my spit and sweat covered face with a nearby towel, “he’s very ready”

Part 8 - Show time My mind struggles to focus on anything but the form of the twink straddling me. I examine every flawless inch of him and my attentions end at his dick - it’s about 3 inches and solidly hard, it protrudes perfectly from his completely hairless pubis and flares menacingly at its head. I want it to dominate me, I need it to dominate me. The twink notices and smiles. Sitting atop me his proud cock flexes in stark relief to my own self-caged dick - as I imagine getting fucked by Zeke I feel my cock pump out another salvo of silken drool and bow my head in supplication to the twink who was so arousing me. I hear John say “good boy” as Guy replies “respect”. The twink beams at me, the sudden centre of attention by my supplication. He’s much shorter than me, but lithe and I struggle to focus on his motions as he writhes in tune with a thumping bass beat from the music. “Dance with me” he says smoothly “Yes sir” I say, cognisant of my place at this party. “Fuck you’re so hot” he says and I feel myself blush. That garners a few coos’ and exclamations of ‘nice’ from our audience “Good fucking boy” he says as I start to match his rhythm. We move together, static but fluid, our muscles under sweaty skin taught with the exertion. “You imprint so well” he says to me, as he watches me gazing back at him “going to make tonight so fucking special” he whispers. “Boys like you” he gyrates so I feel his firm buttocks on my thighs “should be ass up taking every load whenever they’re told” I shiver with a growing appreciation for the truth of his statement. “God…this is hot” I hear someone say from our audience before another voice says “fucking right Zeke” The twink smiles as he hears the same thing and stops his gyrating. “You’re perfect” I exclaim breathlessly. “Looks like our boy is in love again” I here Guy laugh. Zeke winks at me and strokes my chin. “Anyone here would be lucky to own you” he whispers again, but I barely comprehend the implication. He leans in to crush me in a kiss. Every part of his muscled body is tight, but his lips and mouth are soft - a gorgeous heat emanates from him and passes to me. As soon as the kiss had begun, he ends it. I savour the bliss of it for a few more seconds with my eyes closed and hands stroking the outline of his hard abs - only the click of a lighter brings me out of the moment. “Here we go” someone says from the darkness and is quickly - very quickly - hushed. Zeke is holding a glass pipe to his soft lips. A short stem with a large bowl full of little clear crystals in the indentation. He gently heats the bowl until the crystals start to dissolve and ghost like wisps of white smoke swirl beneath. He takes a short intake, pulling the tendrils up the pipe and into his mouth, and exhales quickly as the bowl fills with ever more dense clouds. Happy with the smoke now swirling in the bowl, he sucks it all into his mouth. His motions are graceful and fluid as he takes the fumes into his lungs, bends down to me, locks his lips to mine and exhales the cloud deeply into me. A bitter, acrid smoke fills my mouth and I drink it down instinctively. It tastes weird…not awful…but weird. As the last of the smoke passes from Zeke to me, he kisses me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth and his lips moving in tune with mine with expert rhythm. I forget about the cloud in the passion of the moment. A lifetime seems to pass in a few seconds as my body suddenly reacts to the presence of the smoke, and I start hacking uncontrollably. Zeke disengages our kiss and rubs my heaving pecs as a mass of dense smoke pours from my lungs and dissolves around us. As my heaving settles, Zeke is already sucking in a new cloud “Again” I hear John say. Despite my tender lungs Zeke forces the next hit of strange smoke deep into me. “Shhhh….” he whispers stroking my chest and trying to calm me down “you’ve got this - you can do this” My eyes bug out of my sockets and try as I might I can’t hold it so I cough loudly, though less violently, again. “Again!” I hear John a grip command “Breathe baby” Zeke soothes patiently before lighting the pipe again. As the smoke from my last coughing fit dissolves around us both a warming sensation grows in the recesses of my mind. It reminds me ever so slightly of the ember I followed deep in my ass that led to the perfect explosion of pleasure moments before, only there’s no fear or fire, just comforting heat. I barely have time to comprehend it when Zeke’s lips crush mine again and more smoke passes into me. Only this time it’s smoother - or I’m more receptive. Despite my heaving breaths I accept the cloud without problem, Zeke watches as I gaze back at him but retain the cloud without coughing “Good fucking boy” I hear Guy exclaim as Zeke Kees rubbfing my chest and rooting me to the moment. My control centres, already scrambled from the powerful ecstasy rooted in my ass, start to respond to a powerful sense of erotic passion in my chest. I felt parts of my synaptic makeup being reprogrammed - imagine things being breaking and re-knitting but in perfect visceral harmony - things I cared about vanished and things I needed took over. As I struggle to understand the new sensations I hear Zeke tell me to exhale. Back on the couch I see myself breathe out a vast nebula of thick clouds as Zeke presses himself through it to feed me another. I raise up to meet him and feed off the smoke he pours into me. The sensation of deep pleasure starts to throb in me - an animalistic call to give myself to men, to achieve the perfection of their orgasms deep in the warmth of my ass, to make men proud. I feel like a cum-obsessed Superman - placed on earth, on this couch, to take cock and serve. Zeke breaks our longest kiss yet to tell me to exhale again and another dank, powerful cloud escapes my lips - it dies around us in gentle, half swirls. “Be with me” Zeke says as he places my hands on his abs and sticks the pipe against my lips. “Don’t disappoint me son” I hear John dominantly over the music. “Breathe in when I tell you - like weed baby, and hold it in.” I hear the familiar click of the lighter, a few seconds pass as I watch more of the crystals dissolve, “suck baby” Zeke says, “slow and deep” I follow his command and take a massively long gulp of the sensational, power-giving smoke into me. “Fuck! Yes boy!” someone says. “Hold it” Zeke says as the seconds race past and my nerve endings tingle to remind me of their need for cum. “Exhale” he replies and I hear myself breathe out as stem of the pipe parts my lips again and I hear the instruction to breathe again. The last hit is big, and the thumping of the music meshes with the thumping behind my ears - not uncomfortable, just a reminder from my twisted mind that it needed me to take cock - the urgency filled my being with a cold, metallic need that washed over me with increasing, shivering need. “Exhale and look at me” I hear Zeke say, I hadn’t even realised I’d closed my eyes, and opening them reveals the perfect form of Zeke staring back at me. His soft smile peers down into my soul through my eyes as he meets me in a short kiss before telling me “one more” and repeats the motion of feeding me the pipe and more smoke. He’s right - the next hit of whatever it is, is like a mega power-up. The urgent waves of physical shivering are replaced with gentle, convulsions that travel down my spine and shudder in my cum-drenched ass. It’s like rebellious landing crews are re-directing my energy back to my ass and I suddenly groan at the intensity of the pleasure. “There we are” Zeke says as he watches me - a see someone pass him a glass of liquid which he shots and returns before being given another. “Come here boy” he commands “shot this” he pours some foul tasting liquid into my mouth and pinches my nose shut to force me to swallow. It burns my already sore throat as the glass disappears and a bottle of lucozade appears - “chase it” Zeke says and I take massive gulps of the glucose drink to wash out the metallic sourness of the shot. As my ass throbs with kinetic, essential force a growing warmth rises to greet it - a comforting sense of complete safety and security - like I could do anything with anyone and never worry. The two forces meld and I groan loudly to a chorus of approvals around me. “Oh fuuuck” I exclaim loudly closing my eyes “No baby, eyes open” Zeke says and I comply as my hands move to my nipples, to my own abs and tweak and grope and paw at myself. Zeke is smiling triumphantly as he looks at me one last time, meets me in a kiss and pushes me back into the couch so my legs are splayed over the edge. “Fuck Zeke” I hear John say “you earned this - go find Kem and tell him I sent you” John emerges from the haze of my passions as Zeke slowly clambers off me and joins John in an extraordinary kiss. I watch and reach down to play with my hole as I imagine John fucking Zeke but before I can even feel my hole, Guy appears in view above me from behind the couch to grab both my arms and place my hands on his comfortingly hot, hard cock. I groan at the touch as muscle God reappears to pin my legs behind my head and expose my hole. “You flying pup?” He asks as his insanely thick mushroom head pulses against the lips of my ass. I gargle an assent as my ass parts on a sudden thrust and penetration is greeted by an audible pop. “Fucking tight and wet” muscle god says as he sinks his coke can of a cock into me. My ass closes around the base of his huge dick and he immediately starts an aggressive, dominant pounding. The walls of my ass are lubed with cum but muscle god is stretching me to my limit - I know he is - only my body isn’t responding as it should. Rather than registering pain it’s registering pleasure and doing everything to massage the girth of muscle gods cock in my shivering pussy. I know my ass must be tender but that only makes the pleasure more intense as he batters my chute over and again. Guy utters a string of glorious encouragements before I hear him ask about “my special power” I gaze up at him leaning over me behind the sweat soaked shoulders of the man pounding me and see him winking at me. He releases my arms and I see his hand snake between muscle God and me to my cum-dribbling crotch. “Let’s see” he mutters as he violently grabs my cage and twists. My ass responds, but not as it did before. Rather than piercing pain, the sensation from my crotch magnifies the vibrations pulsing down my spine - the tempo changes at the new instruction registered in my crotch pulses through the ring of my hole incessantly gripping and sucking on the base of muscle god’s cock. “Interesting” I hear Guy exclaim as muscle god groans. “Fuck pup…” he kneels up and remains perfectly still. In this position I see his vast musculature, my eyes travel from his thick neck to the perfect v-taper and his cock, buried to the hilt in my shivering body. Guy twists again and it’s like my body goes into reverse. My hole violently sucks on muscle god’s cock - from the lips of my ass to the deep velvet warmth of my guts - I’m jealously pulling him into me in the hope I will extract his load. “Yeah” he says breathlessly as I hear a chorus of ‘fucks’ and ‘hots’ from the men around us. “Goddam you’re special” I hear Guy say almost ruefully as he masters the controls of my body. I groan a long thank you as Guy smiles, one hand tweaks my nipple and his mastery is complete. Pulling and tweaking my body, Guy is able to direct my newfound superman-like energy around the thick invader in my ass - with the last pulsing motions, muscle god grabs my traps and shoves me further onto his cock. My tight hole and warm guts welcome a few more centimetres of him into me as a fearsome knot of cum passes up his shaft. “Fuckkkkk! Take it pup!” He bellows as the knot erupts from his dick head with almost physical violence. I could feel the thickness of his load as it splattered it’s immediate surroundings. Another knot erupts into me as he cries out, this load filling my chute to bursting. “More cum pup” he grimaced as two more volleys filled every void in my ass around his cock. Load Count : IX “Good pup” he sighed “glad I got that in you. Keep it warm, ok! It’s precious” he said tussling my sweat soaked hair as Guy released the controls to my ass. Guy leant into kiss him and they made out over me, muscle god dripping sweat onto my hairless, cock-pierced body. John hovers behind Guy and I catch a glimpse of his proud expression from under muscle god. “Taking all loads” he says with a strange emphasis as Guy breaks the kiss and smirks, also looking down at me “Atta boy” he says as all three of them chuckle.

Part 7 - Uninhibited In this position, ass up on a couch with a line of men behind and around me, my mind recalls a porn film I always like to watch, I’d never admit this to any of my friends, but my tastes in porno have always run a little dark and memories of Liam Cole’s Slammed dace unbidden across my mind as that scene of a club kid being bent over a couch and impaled by massive cocks contrived to enhance my horniness. As a monster dick presses against my still tight hole, and another appears before my face, I determine to recreate the moment when two cocks punished the star over a black couch. My ass opened in a sudden piercing motion that shook my frame with short lasting pain as the cock stretched my hole further then it had been that night. My mind refocused back in my ass as the cum soaking my anal walls greased the entry - I could almost feel the dick pull the semen coating my anus deeper into me. At the same time a cock, essentially the same width, was forcing my throat into subservience. A new bottle of poppers appeared next to me and was left under each nostril for too-long a time as I tried to tell them it was enough through gentle moaning. As the first wave hit me I felt a violent shove of the cock in my mouth and it secured a shattering victory over my throat and lurched deep into my oral cavity. A slight burning sensation greeted the dick in my ass as it destroyed the curve that had been in me since the last fuck, and released an unknown pool of the ice water into the soft walls of my ass. Both guys moaned simultaneously as I felt their scratchy pubes crushing against my nose and ass. “Whoah” I hear someone say loudly as I was totally impaled on cock - my every hole nothing more than a playground for men’s pleasure. The next thrust came from the man stretching my hole, gently pressing my face further against the pubis of the man throat fucking me. More waves of poppers-fuelled energy washes over me and a low moan sends vibrations through my whole body, massaging the pulsating cocks defiling me. “Good fucking god” one of them said as I felt them lean into one another and kiss. “Look at how beautiful he looks” I heard someone say, a flash going off here and there at the corner of my senses. Another thrust in my ass and I gagged on the cock in my throat. “Daddy likes it when you gag boy - hit him again Steve” I assumed Steve was the guy in my ass and, still buried entirely in me, he pushed forward. Phlegm rose up in my throat and I hurried to swallow it causing a repeating pulse deep in my oral canal. “Fuck - ok” the guy in my mouth said. “Almost got me pup” he laughed as he started to pull his thick prick out of my bruised throat. “Yeah?” Someone said “Penalties for loads in the throat remember” the same man said as the room murmured its horny agreement. As his cock pulled entirely out of my mouth I got a full look at the man in front of me. An absolute demon of a man - tall to the point of towering with a thick set of gym-honed muscles covered in a sheen of sweat that made him look dangerous in the glittering light. His head was totally shaved and he wore a tight beard and black glasses. His cock, free from my mouth, was hard but hung low between his thighs with the sheer weight of its thickness. He saw me looking, squatted down in front of me and pulled me roughly into a deep, physical kiss. “Told you he would be worth it” I hear John exclaim. “Made us wait though” the guy kissing me replied, breaking our kiss but holding me firmly in one meaty hand. “Didn’t you pup? Bet you thought you’d gotten away” the men behind me laughed as he retook my mouth in his, before telling me to open wide and spitting hard down my open throat. “No escaping fate though pup” he said with an expressionless face, “not for holes like you” he finished with a gentle slap to my face. “Breed him Steve” he said holding my head firmly in his hand and watching me intently as Steve began to pull and push at the elasticity of my hole. “How’s he doing” Guy asks from nowhere after about 10 minutes of relentless stretching. All the while being held in place by the threat of the muscle god clasping my chin. “Get Zeke” the muscle God says nonchalantly as John appears next to them both and squats down to make eye contact with me. “Oh fuck - yeah - good call!” He replies, lifting himself off his haunches, his glorious dick almost grazing my lips, and striding out of the room leaving me to look at Guy and muscle God as they make out before me. A few hands start playing with my body as Steve shoves in me at an angle that causes a slight break in the elastic of my ass. It feels as though something snaps within me as he hits the spot over and over again. I start moaning at the sensations and my eyes involuntarily close. “Uh uh pup - keep your eyes open - I wanna see you take it” muscle god says I reopen my eyes to meet his. “Be strong for daddy” he says almost smiling as Guy watches me and jacks his meaty cock. Steve cries out and continues to batter the same spot inside me with a constant force causing me to shift my knees to compensate. As I move, his thick cock curves directly into one of my inner walls. His cock head is suddenly buried in soft, pulsing, velvet warmth and he yelps in ecstasy and unleashes a sudden torrent of cum. Furious spurts of life-affirming sperm-laden semen are deposited into previously undefiled walls of my inner self. As he pulses cum into the soft lining of my hole, my ass struggles to absorb it all and a glorious pool of sperm starts flooding the rest of my guts with silken, living lubricant. Load Count: VIII As the cum flows into me, my mind races unbidden to the freedom of the star of Slammed - the porno I enjoyed so often - and I heard my self whisper it’s name, rooting me to the memory of the man in the film who was exploring his own uninhibited self: “Slammed” I whisper again as the cum fills me. The muscle God peered at me and said “the fuck did you say?!” “Fucccckkkk” Steve groaned as his orgasm subsided, “2 more boi, 2 more” as he shot twice more into me. Muscle god didn’t repeat his question but started smiling at me as the cum filled my rectum. “You’re built for loads pup” he chuckled as I saw John reappear. “Ok boy. When Steve pulls out, you’re going to sit up and clean him off. Then Zeke and you are going to put on a show for us, got it?” “Oh shit…now?!” someone asks “Yes now” John responds looking back over my shoulder at whoever asked “he’s ready” The muscle god whispers something to John as they stand up together and I see John start beaming proudly. “The fuck he did?!” He almost laughs “Seriously!” muscle god replied and John looked at me. “Well…who knew!” he said tussling my hair. Muscle god looks at me and I hear him say “when we move him upstairs, I wanna try something” John looks back to him and nods his assent. As John and the muscle god continued talking, Steve began to pull out of my ass. His sensitivity made it intensely difficult for him as my hole tried to keep him in me with a desperate grip. A few times he said ‘relax kid, for the love of god’ and “breathe - you won’t be empty long” - after a minute of pulling he was able to pop his thick head out of sphincter with an exhausted groan. “Jesus wept” he said breathing hard from the effort. “All right, remember your task boy?” John said glaring at me. “Do it…show me you’re ready for more cock” “Fuck” Steve breathed behind me. “Ok…I’m ready. Come to me” “We’ll be waiting” John said as he Guy and muscle god moved out of sight behind me. I felt my limbs like they were phantom parts of me returning to my mind, I groggily moved my arms so that I was upright, kneeling on the couch. “There you go boy - keep going” Direction is hard to comprehend for some reason, but I slowly turn my body around and plonk my un-responsive frame into a sitting position in front of Steve and his softening, cum covered cock. Behind him in the dark I see a host of different men I couldn’t recognise, only the thick, outstanding form of muscle God as he vanishes into the throng. John and Guy are visibly forward from the rest, illuminated by the dim light as they molest the hot twink from earlier, paying me no attention - confident I’d make them proud. As I adapt to sitting, Steve tells me I’m a good boy and guides my face the rest of the way. “Come get your reward” he says gently pushing his soft cock into my eager mouth. I close my eyes as I taste the cum of multiple men on his warm shaft and the now familiar heat of my own ass. A few minutes pass sucking Steve clean before I feel hands prise me off his glorious prick. “Ok - good boy” John says, “Zeke, you ready?” The twink appears at his side, and nods as John takes his hand, directing him towards me. “One sec” John says, grabbing the flawless twink in a tight embrace and kissing him deeply. “Do well tonight Zeke and you’ll get your reward” John says, caressing the twink’s shivering face. Guy reinforced the message by sticking a digit into the twink’s hole and whispering something about getting me ready. I saw the twink moan loudly as the two men abused him as the line of men behind them moved closer. I’m horny watching John and Guy - not the horniness you’d associate with getting hard, since I couldn’t - for me the horniness bloomed in the crevice of my ass - a yearning to be filled, to worship the men before me, accept their cum and bear there pleasure. Guy disengages his finger from the twink’s hole, reaches to a nearby shelf and hands him something as John turns him fully towards me, chewing on his pale neck. “Get after it son” John says and loudly slaps the twink’s pert ass leaving a print of his massive hand on his flawless skin. All eyes turn to me and I sense the hunger in the room as the twink draws close. Around me I hear the music again - it’s always been there - but suddenly it’s loud, a cacophonous symphony as the twink takes his place on top of me, straddling my caged crotch, and smiling softly.

Thanks @Bearpigps Mark is different from Zeke, and as the story progresses you’ll see how far John and Kem take me and where 😈

Thank you so much guys for the encouragement - it means a lot that so many sexy guys are into this! Lots more to come 😈

Part 6 - Playing with the big boys “Twice already?” John says “that’s hot - thank him son” he says to me. I gasp a thank you as Spartan crushes me into the couch with another kiss and I try to do the load math in my head. “2 loads daddy?” I hear myself ask. His fur is slick with sweat, mine and his, and I feel so perfectly violated by this glorious specimen of manliness that I want to cry. He looks at me and nods, never taking his eyes off mine. He breaks my serenity of knowing he filled me twice with a long stroke of my face before heaving himself off me and out of me. As his thick cock is released from my hole, he gestures for me to sit up - a glob of thick cum sits on the tip of his dick and he guides my head to lick it up. “Just your tongue baby, lick it clean” I lap every inch of that dick till it glistens in the dim light of the lamp - savouring every taste like a new sensation to be explored and discovered. I feel big hands massage my shoulders from behind and my physical self nearly leaves my body it feels so good. “Time to play with the big boys” I hear John’s now familiar, deep voice command. Hands from I don’t know how many men arrange me back on my knees on the couch. In this position I could be nearer the speakers, or the volume could’ve gone up, but once more the energy from the EDM thumps away any thoughts of inhibition. John kneels in front of me, looks at me and softly speaks “brace yourself son” At that moment I feel a thin cold rod enter my rectum. I move to see what it is, but John is quicker and grabs my head almost painfully “Eyes fucking forward slut - eyes fucking forward” the authority in his voice speaks to my soul and I remain rigid at his command. Whatever is in my ass deposits a powerful stream of liquid about 5 inches into my anus and I feel it. Like ice water. “Here we go” I hear Guy laugh from behind as the rod leaves my ass. A firm slap across my two cheeks follows and I feel the liquid trickle further into me as I send my mind to investigate the new sensation in my ass. What started as ice water begins to feel like fire - the sandpaper sensation of earlier with Kem - only my ass was fucking itself as it tried to expel the inexorably warm liquid - failing to do anything other than spread it further and deeper into my body. “Oh god” I cry “oh god!” as the burning roughness intensifies to a point where I think about breaking John’s command and looking to see what they’d put in me. “Breathe” I hear Guy over the thumping din of the pain rolling through my ass. “Fucking breathe” I squint my eyes shut against the pain and sink my shoulders and head into the couch. The position forces my ass further up and I instantly wish I’d staid still. The ice water runs deeper up my ass at the new angle and I wanna scream it’s so hot. Two firm hands reset my position, bringing my head back up and depressing my ass as a smooth, deep but unfamiliar voice says “easy boy - let me help you” I feel a cock next to my quivering hole, and the pressure of a flared head parting my ass lips. 1,2,3 shoves before the cock enters me at the exact moment another terrible convulsion spasms along my anus and shakes my physical form to the core of my being. “Fuck that’s nice” I hear the voice of my penetrator moan. I hear another voice ask if it’s “warm” and I don’t know if he’s asking me or my top, but both of us groan an assent at the same time. The room erupts in laughter as my new top’s dick nestles fully in my ass. I can feel a roughness where he’s shaved his pubes - the graze of stubble against my ass cheeks - another sensation competing for bandwidth in my increasingly overloaded mind. The burning heat of the liquid dominates every other feeling - the shaven pubes, the penetration, and the hands of multiple men drawing patterns over my body in my own glistening sweat. I don’t know how many men are fondling me just that they all seem intent on focussing my mind back on my body. My brain struggles to know what to do - the sensations are cacophonous and constant. I hear more encouragements as my top starts skewering me with long, fantastic strokes, and my physical assailants move their hands across my body more firmly. I hear myself let out a gurgled moan that doesn’t want to end as the dick inside me discovers a pool of the ice liquid in a crevice of my ass and angles a thrust to release it like a second river of fire deep into my body. “Fuck…found some” I hear him say “massaging it into you like a good boy” The second river is still fire, but the sensation is different. It makes itself known over everything else, like a glowing ember deep inside my ass. My bombarded mind latches onto it like a beacon in the darkness, and starts exploring it - starts following it. I don’t know if that makes sense but it was like a physical light pulling me deeper into my own ass. Little pin-pricks of voltage, uncomfortable but interesting exploded along the shaft of the cock inside me. Kinetic energy from the glorious light source that threatened to explode if my top kept up his rhythm and pace. As my mind explored, my eyes opened to see John and Guy’s faces in front of me, deep in a passionate kiss with one another. The image of these two glorious, confident men expanded the visceral sensations I was feeling as I connected their exchange to a deep, growing hunger in my soul. I groan deeply again but keep my eyes fixed on Guy and John’s passionate embrace. The sound stirs Guy from his kiss and he and John both open their eyes to fix on mine. John moves sweaty curls from my brow and both men observe me hungrily, staring deeply into my eyes and smiling triumphantly - perfect white teeth that stand out in the low-lit gloom. “welcome to your true self kid” Guy says proudly as John ruffles my sweat-soaked hair. The top thrusts wickedly into my ass, the rivers of warmth replaced entirely by the pulsing energy now threatening to violently explode. It’s dangerous, I know it is - a space in my mind calls out to be careful, to get up and stop - I hear it as it grows ever more distant against the power of the energy forming in my bowels. I mutter a low stream of “ughs” as I struggle to retain control against the impending, perfect disaster in my ass. “It’s happening boys” Guy announces and gets up with John. “Just stay looking forward, boy” John whispers as both move around to get a better view of my defilement as the distant voice of reason telling me to stop vanishes. “Oh fuck yeah!” My top bellows and nearly touches the growing ball of energy moving along the length of my anus, ever closer to the tip of his thrusting cock. Like two forces colliding, the tip of his penis pushes a few centimetres further than it had previously, to touch the reactive energy. At that perfect moment I experience heaven. A fusion-wave of pure, white-hot bliss crashes out of every nerve ending in my body - a shaking explosion of sexual force that overrides every other sense - neurons and synapses scream at me to get fucked, no, get bred as the shockwave alters my physical codes to divert every attention to the muscles in my ass. I can feel the muscles in my ass, control them, explore them like a hitherto unknown muscle group I’d just discovered. My brain sends a pulse to my ass, a hungry, massaging pulse designed to please and is rewarded by an injection of pre-cum from the dick that ignited my collapse into pleasure. “Good…fucking…boy” my top cries through gritted teeth as I send my every energy into my ass. His cock swells in my pussy as I stimulate it on increasing autopilot as he explodes in his own expression of sexual bliss. I hear someone say “Mark (I think Mark) is lucky” before someone else saying “his turn though mate, just the way it goes”. “Kid’s a keeper - he’ll be back” I hear Guy’s distinct accent confirm and the room growls in agreement. ‘Mark’s’ cock fires ropes and ropes of cum into me. I feel the heat of his sperm quickly and purposefully being absorbed into my anal walls as they pulse with uninhibited hunger for semen. I absorb as much as he pours into me - a radiant heat all along my inner self. Different to the burn from the ice water - a necessary, perfect warmth that stimulates my pleasure centres. “Fuuuuuck” Mark cries, angling more shots at different lengths along my anal canal. Load count : VI “Come on man!” Someone says but is quickly hushed as Mark just chuckles, enjoying his powerful, forceful orgasm. “I ain’t leaving till he’s gotten everything he needs” Mark reassures me, as though he recognised the latest pulsing shiver in my ass for what it was - a fear of him exiting me. He strokes his hand through the pool of sweat in the dimples of my ass, and presses gently on them, alternating pressure between left to right - it’s like he’s pressing buttons with a direct link to my last control centre and he literally assumes command of my body - my ass responds to him and him alone with his simple, alternating pressures. “Oh god” I nearly scream as there’s no-one left in my control deck. Everything is centred on the perfect force he’s exerting over my ass muscles and my insatiable desires. I hear a tumult of ‘wows’ as Mark conducts my body to his own orgasmic symphony - “second… fucking…load” he groans through punctuated breathing. He presses my dimples hard so my lower back depresses and my ass rises to meet his thrusts. He barks a long ‘fuck!’ as a second river of cum flows into my waiting body and down the perfect tilt of my ass. He wants this load deep and I can feel it run down into the heart of myself. The walls of my ass can’t absorb it quickly enough with the cum already soaking it, so it’s free to pass down into my guts. A radiating heat follows the flow as it snakes into me. My sense of pride at helping another man cum floods my sensors, as my mind wanders to ever more horny thoughts - to being made whole by other men, to getting bred, and becoming pregnant. That last thought snaps something in my mind and I cry out in bliss. Load Count : VII Mark releases the pressure on my ass and my body regains some physical control. A strange sensation in my cage tells me I’m leaking, but it feels looser than it ever has. Like it no longer fits me properly - an uncomfortable sensation that something has happened to my dick provides more for my racing pleasure centres to process. Mark reached down to my caged crotch, almost as though he realises I’m experiencing sensation somewhere other than my ass as he’s still lodged in me, and finds my drooling cage. “Someone feed this to him” he exclaims, “nothing wasted tonight…well…maybe one thing” his laughter is matched by others in the room as he pulses his softening cock in the chasm of my ass. I hear Guy’s distinct voice say “Oh nice” - as a hand paws at my cage, collecting my juices as my cock works overtime to produce it. Guy’s semen coated fingers appear at my face as he comes back around the back of the couch. “Suck your own pre-cum son, I want to see you eat it” as he presents his entire hand coated in strings of my own pure silver pre-cum. I eagerly open my mouth and extend my tongue to greet every last finger he offers me, licking at them like I was possessed, savouring the taste of myself. He smiles as he rolls three digits around my mouth and pushes them back and forth into my throat. “The new guys ready?” I hear Guy say over my shoulder as Mark’s softened prick pops out of my hole. I hear a nondescript reply as Guy removes his fingers, and says “good”. He leers down at me as he grabs Mark as he approaches around the back of the sofa, pulling his deflated cock into my mouth. “Suck on it like you life depends on it boy - he gave you two loads, worship him” “Yes sir” I say and Guy stops, looks at me and smiles as Mark’s flaccid, cum-covered cock fills my mouth with the depth-heat of my own ass. “Batter up” I hear John say as Guy calls over to someone behind me. “Few more here before we take him up?” “Definitely” John replies with a wicked lilt.