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Chapter 3 - The Unseen Threat Helixion Genetics- Hydroponics Lab 7, Building 3, Floor 5; REDACTED LOCATION 20:24 MST 30-Oct-20XX “Okay… so…” Patch began with a sigh as he started addressing the team, leaning back against the counter, his cheap disposable stethoscope dropped around his shoulder, “As far as I can tell, physiologically, he’s a little dehydrated. Normal heart rate, normal lung sounds, eyes are equal and reactive to light. Hell, even a normal temperature, albeit a bit sweaty.” “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Stag snickered. “Guy’s clearly out of his fuckin’ mind.” Patch glared at Stag, annoyed at the interruption, before continuing. “Like I was saying, physiologically normal. iSTAT shows he might be a bit low on electrolytes, so… that’s about it. Guy doesn’t even have a fever,” Patch said, still glaring at Stag as he spoke, before turning his attention back to the rest of the team. “Mentally, however, I think we can all agree something is seriously wrong.” “Shock,” Zero said quietly, much to the surprise of the group. “Saw something traumatic.” “Guy acts like a junkie comin’ down from his latest fix,” Stag countered. “See how he keeps sniffing? And sticking his finger in his mouth and rubbing his teeth? That’s a coke fiend thing.” Elias looked over, seeing as Jack continued to rock back and forth, his eyes watching almost unblinking at the door out of the lab. “Well, until I can get to a machine that can handle blood chemistry and hematology, I can’t really test for much else,” Patch said. “Regardless, men, we need to focus on the current task,” Gravestone said, cutting through the discussion. “We’ve still got to clear nine more floors, search for any more survivors and find a way to either lift the lockdown or get out of here. Reaper, a word.” Elias nodded, following Gravestone’s lead and moving to a different corner. “What’s the game plan here, son,” Gravestone said, glancing over at the team and Jack. “You’re second in command here, so I want to hear what you think.” Elias stood for a second, thinking. He looked over at Jack, still muttering to himself and rocking even harder back and forth. “I think we continue as planned, and have Recon 3 babysit,” Elias replied. “He’s not in any position to be left alone, and they’re the least likely to encounter something. Also, I want-” Suddenly, their conversation was cut short, as the lights suddenly shut off, leaving only the glow of the green lights to bathe the room in an odd iridescent-like light. “No. No, no, no, NO!” Jack began to moan loudly, taking on an almost childish quality, jumping up and waving his hands frantically. “Come back on, lights! Don’t go away!” “The hell was that?” Lockjaw said, weapon drawn as he looked around. “Can’t be a power outage since everything else is still on.” “Has to be the automatic lighting,” Pixel said, looking down at his watch. “Just hit 20:30. A lot of these offices shut down lights in unused rooms. Usually they use motion sensors to shut the lights off in rooms not in use.” “They do things in the dark,” Jack moaned, tears starting to stream down his face. “I don’t want to watch. I want to go home now. Can we go home now please?” “Okay, everyone, turn on your flashlights,” Gravestone said. “Pixel, are you able to get the lights back on?” “Sorry, not possible,” Pixel began to explain. “The lighting and everything else is probably controlled by a central computer here in the building. I’d guess in the basement, or the lobby if we’re lucky.” “Shit, pretty dark out there,” Sticks said, looking out the window on the door, shining his light around. “Going to make it a lot harder to clear the floors.” “Damn nutcase over there is really losing it,” Stag said, nodding at Jack as the group turned to watch as Jack began to claw at the thick plate glass window, sobbing as his hands slid helplessly and the smooth surface. “Please… just let me go home! I learned my lesson!” Jack moaned, hiccuping between sobs. “Don’t make me one of the smilers! I don’t want to be like them!” “Put a sock in it, tweaker!”, Stag hollered. Jack whimpered but said no more. Letting out a resigned sigh, Elias walked over, slowly guiding Jack away from the window as the man clutched on to him. “Don’t worry, uh… buddy, we’ll get you out of here,” Elias said, awkwardly patting Jack on the back. “We won’t let the ‘smilers’ get you…. Ok?” Looking up at Elias, Jack gave him a shaky smile, wiping his tears and snot covered face with the tattered remains of his sleeve. Slowly he nodded, letting Elias lead him out of the corner. “Okay, buddy, why don’t we go with my friends here,” Elias said, pointing over at the team. “Okay team, let’s stick to the plan here… and Recon 3, if you can, try and get access to a mainframe or something, see if we can get those lights back on,” Gravestone said, motioning at the door. “Take it slow, and report anything you see. We’ll finish clearing this floor and meet at the stairwell. Reaper, anything to add?” “We’re going to stick here for a few minutes and look over those results on the substance from the stairwell,” Elias said, remembering the reason why they entered the lab in the first place. “I think we need to know what we’re dealing with.” “I don’t like the mean scary man,” Jack said, whimpering and rocking, while pointing his finger at Stag. “Can I stay here with the nice people where it's light and safe?” “Right… Okay, you two stay here and keep an eye on this guy. Zero, you team up with Recon 3 and finish clearing the floor. We meet up in 15 back here,” Gravestone said, carefully checking his weapon as he spoke. “Everyone clear on their roles?” Most of the men gave a sound of agreement, before splitting into two teams and walking out. “I’m going to go check how the test is going,” Tex said, shooting a glance at Jack. “He’s definitely gone over the cuckoo’s nest, hasn’t he?” Jack was back in the corner, knees pulled up to his chest, rocking back and forth while looking out the window, oblivious to what was going on. “Yeah, but… I don’t know…” Elias said, “He keeps saying the same things over and over. It’s got to mean something, right?” Elias leaned against the counter, watching Jack as Tex worked at the computer, checking a few things on the large machine next to it. “He kinda seemed to respond to you,” Tex said as he stared at the screen. “Maybe see if you can coax something a bit more coherent out of him?” Nodding, Elias walked over to Jack, letting out a small groan as he kneeled down. “Hey, buddy…” Elias said, talking to Jack with a soft tone, likening him to a small child or scared animal. “How are you doing so far?” “Are we leaving soon?” Jack said, sniffing as he spoke, staring blankly out the window. “We really need to go. Please. I really really really want to go now.” “Sure buddy, really soon,” Elias said, “But hey, about that stuff earlier… I wanted to ask… what did you mean? Can you help me understand what you’re talking about?” “No… I want to leave instead,” Jack said, frowning at the window. “But I bet it's already too late. It’s dark now. It’s when they wake up.” “They do?” Elias said, attempting to get Jack talking more, changing his approach. “Yeah… I don’t think they like the light,” Jack said, running his hand down the window. “We won’t make it out of here, you know. He told me. The spit… they’ll turn us to smilers. They’re all just a bunch of dirty homos.” “Oh, okay then. So they will? Why?” Elias continued probing, feeling like he was in a way talking to an upset toddler trapped in a grown adult’s body. “Why do you think they smile?” “Dunno,” Jack said, trailing a finger up and down the glass. “I bet he makes them. Probably wants everyone to be a filthy fag like him. That’s all those queers like to do.” “Are you fucking kidding me…” Elias muttered to himself, trying to keep himself calm while listening to the many homophobic slurs Jack spouted. “Can you tell me who he is?” Jack suddenly stopped running his finger along the glass, turning and looking at Elias with a scowl on his face. “Why do you want to know?” Jack said, glaring at Elias intensely. “We just want to know so that we can punish them for you,” Elias said, calmly, his voice soft as he spoke. “We can stop them and get you out of here.” Suddenly, Jack let out a disturbing laugh, turning away from Elias and letting his head slump forward on the glass, his fist thumping softly against it. “What’s so funny, Jack?” Elias asked, pulling away from him slightly, concerned at the massive mood swing from Jack. “I get it now. I died. All of us are already dead or ghosts…” Jack said, his voice and demeanor changing suddenly, smiling and rocking himself even harder than before. “We already died, and now we’re going to be smilers, too.” Disturbed, Elias slowly got up as Jack slowly began to hum to himself, hugging himself tightly, repeating the word dead over and over in an almost melody. Walking over to Tex, he noticed a confused look on the man’s face. “So, that was a bust,” Elias said, placing both of his hands down on the counter. “Please tell me you figured out what that slime was.” “Yeah… so, don’t laugh,” Tex said, pulling his glasses off and cleaning them with the corner of his shirt. “Doubt I’m going to be laughing with how fucked everything has been so far, Tex,” Elias said, letting out an exasperated breath. “Just tell me, what is it? Nerve agent? Acid? Some new type of poison?” “Well, it’s really quite a chemical cocktail. Among the mix, there’s amino acids, water, calcium, glucose, fructose, magnesium, protein, and zinc. Also, massive amounts of hormones, namely dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, testosterone and a ton of endorphins… also seeing various nitrates in the mixture, namely amyl and butyl” Tex explained, running his fingers down the screen. “The computer keeps spitting out… and I swear, I am not kidding, that it's likely human semen… and, um… poppers.” Elias stared at Tex for a few moments, blinking, then letting out a slight laugh. “Okaaay. No, seriously, what did it actually say,” Elias asked incredulously. “I told you not to laugh,” Tex said, satisfied his glasses were now clean as he pushed them back up onto his nose. “I ran it twice just to make sure.” “You have got to be absolutely fucking kidding me,” Elias said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out an exasperated laugh. “Are you trying to tell me someone beat in the door and then… what? Gooned out on poppers…And what, jacked off on it? Humped it?” “Yeeeah… Well, that’s the thing… some of the trace amino acids aren’t found in semen,” Tex said, continuing as he turned around away from the computer, leaning against the counter. “They’re only found in saliva…” “So… what? Someone punched in the door, huffed a bottle of poppers, then sucked someone off and spit everything out?” Elias said incredulously, turning his head and staring at Tex. “That sounds like the opening of a really… really bad gay porno. Next you’ll be telling me there were traces of cheese and pepperoni.” “I can only tell you what the analysis showed. That and what looks like a really powerful sedative and opioid. What happened to cause those chemicals to be there could be anyone’s guess, but now I know what you and your hubby watch on a Saturday night,” Tex said, turning his head and looking at Jack. “So, couldn’t get him to talk then?” “No,” Elias said, shaking his head. “Guy is extremely manic, too. One second he’s like a little kid, the next, he’s fucking creepy and talking about how we all died already.” “I’d almost be willing to guess and say that maybe he got in contact with this stuff,” Tex said, shaking his head as he spoke. “Flood someone with as much of those hormones as is in that stuff, you’d probably fry someone’s brain out. Definitely would put you in a coma. Not to mention what those nitrates would do in your system if they got in your bloodstream.” “Semen, spit, and poppers putting someone in a coma? From what, the shock of it all?” Elais said, shaking his hands in the air dramatically. “Clutching their pearls in the sheer depravity of it all?” “No, asshat, it’s the opioid in there. That stuff has a similar formulation to fentanyl,” Tex explained, still staring at Jack. “Let’s just say, if it was fentanyl, that much would literally stop your breathing in seconds.” “Well, back to the drawing board on what broke his bigoted brain,” Elias said. Both their attention turned to the radio as it crackled to life. “South side clear. What’s your current status, Recon 1?” Gravestone’s voice came out of the speaker, causing both men to relax. “North side clear as well, returning to lab. Reaper, what’s your status?” Zero’s voice replied. Activating the comm device in his ear, Tex pressed down the button before he spoke. “Lab results are back, we’re waiting in the lab with the survivor,” Tex said, slowly starting to gather up his supplies. “Copy. Team, regroup at the lab and we’ll set out for the next floor.” Gravestone’s command reverberated in the speaker, before cutting off and filling the room with silence. Jack continued rocking in the corner, muttering and staring out the glass. “So, who’s going to tell them the results,” Elias said, picking up his bag as well and hefting it onto his shoulders. “You are second in command, you know,” Tex said, smiling, “All part of your job, boss man.” ———— Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 2; REDACTED LOCATION 21:08 MST 30-Oct-20XX Sticks felt around in his pack, looking frantically for his tablet computer. Annoyed, he let out a loud groan in frustration. “What’s up?” Patch said, keeping a close eye on Jack, their new survivor. The man several times had been resistant, trying to sneak back up the stairs. Each time, they’d had to catch him, telling him repeatedly it wasn’t safe to leave the group. The man continued to mutter, just like he had in the lab. Sticks had laughed along with everyone else when the Major had told them what the scanner showed. In the back of his mind, Sticks reminisced on the hot night before with Lockjaw. Damn that man could pound someone’s ass hard, Sticks thought to himself, feeling his asshole slightly ache almost in an echo. The man knew what he was doing with his dick, and could shoot like a fountain, sometimes going multiple rounds. It amazed him that with as many times as they’d hooked up, they’d never been caught, sometimes hooking up in the bathroom on base, other times in the hotel rooms one of them was sharing with another member on the team. He blushed as his thinking went to the one time in the steam room at a hotel where they’d nearly had three of their team walk in. Part of him secretly had been hoping to get caught, so they didn’t have to keep sneaking around. Jae… Pixel, he mentally corrected himself, was as straight as they come, having unsuccessfully tried to drunkenly hook up with him. In fact, it was because of that drunken fail that he’d ended up finding out Lockjaw secretly had the hots for him as well. From that point on, part of him wondered about the rest of his team. Gravestone was for sure straight, the man had a wife and kids and was extremely devoted. He practically oozed dad energy whenever his wife would make them baked goods, or a kid had a fundraiser. The guy was hot though, in a similar way to Lockjaw, giving off major daddy vibes. Who knew about Zero… the man was a stone wall and kept to himself. And Tex was constantly going on dates with different girls in each town, always sharing pictures like a teenage girl. At first he thought maybe Tex and Reaper were a thing, but now figured it was more of a bromance. And Patch just seemed like he’d be better suited in a monastery. Asexual was the first thing that came to mind. That left him guessing at Stag and Reaper. Reaper was surprisingly kind, and if he had to admit it, frustratingly sexy in his book. There had been many a load shot with Sticks imagining a threesome between the Major, Lockjaw, and himself. The man had that rugged hotness to him, driving Sticks wild. But, there was something off on how the guy was surprisingly tight-lipped about his relationship. Sticks had yet to get anything out of Tex, who seemed to know everything about Reaper. So, that just left Stag. Sticks felt a physical shudder run through his body. Not only was the man a massive dickhead, but on the one occasion where he’d been forced to bunk with him, Sticks had stolen a glance at the man’s laptop screen, waking up in the middle of the night. The man was clearly jacking off under the covers to what was on the screen, headphones in. The guy was into some really fucked up freaky shit, and Sticks wanted nothing to do with it. “Fuck,” Sticks realized with a start, “I think I left it upstairs.” “The major and commander are both going to rip you a new asshole,” Pixel said, not looking up from the wall terminal he was typing at, the flash drive sticking out the side flashing from the side as the man continued to try and access the door to the server room. “Not if they don’t know,” Sticks said, setting the bag down. “I’ll just run upstairs and get it.” “Oh yeah, they both would really love it if you did that,” Patch said sarcastically, turning his attention to Sticks. “Just wait to get it until we regroup and just get your ass chewed out. Better safe than sorry.” Suddenly, a door slammed shut farther down the hall, causing the three to look briefly in that direction. Sticks was the first to look around as the survivor, Jack, had suddenly bolted, running as fast as he could towards the stairwell, knocking Patch over. “Fuck, he’s getting away!” Sticks exclaimed, suddenly bolting into action and pursuing Jack. “Get back here!” Patch yelled, trying to get up. “I’ll get him,” Sticks called out as he ran, watching as Jack swiftly opened the stairwell door and ran into the near darkness. “I’ll get my tablet as well on our way back.” “Fuck, we’re not supposed to break formation, man,” Patch yelled at him as Sticks entered the stairwell door, letting it slam behind him. Up or down, Sticks thought to himself, straining to hear what direction the sounds of Jack’s feet were coming from, echoing in the cavernous stairwell. The sound of a door opening below answered his question, as Sticks took off down the flight of stairs. Crazy dumbass is probably trying to make a run for the front doors, Sticks realized, as he burst out of the doorway onto the ground floor. Looking around, he tried to listen for where the man was running, when he heard the sound of someone screaming. The high-pitched sound caused him to jump, his flesh to prickle, and the hair on his neck to stand up. The sound had an almost guttural growl to it as well, giving it an almost primal sound. His heart pounded. Every step felt heavier as he edged toward the frosted glass doors, the shape of Jack struggling with the elevator doors, blurry through the slime-streaked glass. Weirdly, Jack was trying to force the doors open from the bottom. Giving a quick look around, Sticks eased the door open, the glass muffling the sounds behind it. Inside, Jack clawed at the elevator doors, but something was wrong. Jack’s hands were unnatural—fingers ending in jagged claws. Pallid skin stretched tightly over bulging veins beneath. The tattered lab coat hung loosely, entirely different from the sharp-suited man he’d known. His eyes widened, and a nameless fear clenched his stomach. Slowly, Sticks began to back away, his back hitting the door as he kept an eye on the man in front of him while blindly grabbing for the door. Shit, this is not cool!, he thought. Suddenly, the radio crackled to life, as a panicked Patch’s voice boomed out of the small earpiece, now hanging casually off to the side of Sticks's neck, having fallen out during the chase. “What was that sound? Sticks, get your ass back up here!” Patch yelled. Suddenly, the figure stood up and wheeled around, facing towards the sound and Sticks. That’s not our guy… Sticks realized. The first thing he noticed was the unnaturally golden yellow eyes with black ooze seeping out like teared-up mascara. Next was the unnaturally sinister smile on the man’s face, whose teeth looked almost sharpened. The man was hyperventilating, his shoulders heaving quickly as clear saliva dripped profusely down his chin. Finally, Sticks felt the handle and rushed through the door, pulling it just open enough to slip through, hopefully blocking the creature from following him. Using his arms, he held the door in place, as the deranged-looking man/creature began to slam himself against the door. Looking around, Sticks saw a sturdy-looking umbrella. Straining, he reached for it, holding the doors in place as the man backed up, clearly positioning himself for another lunge. Finally, his fingers just barely grabbed ahold of the umbrella, and he swiftly shoved it between the handles, holding the doors closed partially, as the man impacted the doors again. Surprisingly, the door and umbrella held, the glass letting out a heavy thud on impact and wobbling slightly. Sticks let out a sharp sigh of relief, believing he had a narrow escape. Okay, back upstairs, he thought. However, as he turned back around, a massive glob of wetness hit his face, covering his mouth and eyes in a slimy residue. Reaching up he went to wipe it away, the smell strongly reminding him of the bathhouse trip he’d taken a year prior. Through the blurriness of the liquid in his now burning eyes, he could just vaguely make out the shape of a person. Suddenly, he felt flush in the face and his head began to swim, the liquid soaking through his gloves easily as he wiped and making them feel numb. He tried to spit out the fluid, but found his lips and face also felt strangely numb. He began to feel warm and tired, yet also breathless. The room felt brighter, and Sticks could almost feel his thundering heartbeat in his ears. Son of a bitch, he thought. This feels like… Finally able to clear off his eyes, he blinked before coming face to face with another of the creatures.

@kitpig Lots of features to cum... 😛 @Docebrown Glad to hear you're enjoying it! @nymidtowneast Glad to hear! @hirondelle75 Happy to see you like it! @Londonscottish No plans on quitting it yet. Just been delayed with life stuff this month. So, it's been quite a month. For anyone who reads my other story, this is old news, but last month I was in an accident and have been dealing with that for the last month. I'm fine, my car did exactly what it was supposed to do and keep me safe. But sadly, it's a total loss and I'll be busy with that as well. In other news, I've started a new story (yes... a THIRD story) with @leatherpunk16 here on the site. We both worked extremely hard on it, so please go check it out! Anyways, enjoy the next chapter! Not so much on the sexy side, but it's an important one! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lesson 13: Dealing with People You Can’t Stand I awoke the next morning to my phone dinging. Bleary eyed, I lifted my head and looked at the screen, reading the message sent to me. “Hey, it’s Dave. Your sexy ass and mouth got us 5 paid subscribers, here’s a cut of the profit since you’re helping increase the users,” the message said, causing a small smile to spread on my face. Below it there was a link for a mobile banking app. Rolling on my back, I checked the other messages unread. “Looks like daddy and I are going to be tied up for a bit longer than we thought,” the next message, this time from Mike said, “Yard is going to need mowed, so the code to the garage and security system is 7923. Feel free to use the pool if you want.” Yawning, I looked over at the clock, noticing that it was currently 10:47am. Somewhat saddened at the prospect of not being able to see Greg or Mike, I let my hand flop back down, still clutching the phone. Hopefully they come back soon, I thought to myself. Slowly, I forced myself to get up, and after a quick smell of myself, decided a quick shower should be my next step. After my shower and brushing my teeth, I got dressed and went down the stairs. My mother was in the kitchen, working away at dinner for the night. Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I sleepily grabbed a muffin out of the pantry and sat down at the kitchen table. “You were out late last night,” she said, looking up for a moment from the cookbook. “Yeah, sorry, just got into the groove on my jog,” I said, another letting out a large yawn, “What are you cooking?” “Beef Wellington, with Brussel sprouts puffs and watercress salad,” she said, ticking off one of the ingredients on the recipe before going back to cooking, “Also have an apple pie and some bread going.” “Mom, no offense, but isn’t that a bit much for a family dinner?” I asked, confused at the affair my mother was preparing, “Last time was just spaghetti and garlic bread… and that pie from Costco… You know we’ll eat whatever you want to cook.” My dad walked in, newspaper in hand as he leaned over and gave my mother a kiss. “Didn’t I tell you,” my mom replied, smiling as my father playfully gave her ass a small smack, “Your sister is bringing her fiancé, and has a date for both you and your brother.” I let out a groan, knowing that the night was already going to be terrible.. If my sister was a nightmare on a good day, adding two of her vapid friends to the mix was literally a recipe for disaster. “Please no…” I said, setting the muffin down in disgust, “I hate Jen’s friends. She always gets so bitchy when you get her around them.” My dad gave me a brief look over the newspaper, looking at me over his glasses. “Oh, sweetheart, she just wants you all to get to know each other. Each of them are going to be in the wedding as her bridesmaids, and…” she said, setting down the rolling pin as she spoke. “Mom. Please. No,” I said, pointedly as she tried to explain, “I’ll do dinner. But the second she starts getting rude and pushy, I’m leaving.” “Son,” my dad began, setting down the paper, “She just wants to see you and your brother dating people she knows. She’s just looking out for you.” “No. She isn’t. She likes controlling everything,” I said, annoyed, “She does this every time. I’m telling you she is going to try and set me up on a date with one of them. These are the same people who she got to make fun of me the whole time I was in high school. I’m not interested.” “Well, it’s just dinner, sweetheart,” Mom said, sighing, “If she gets too pushy, we’ll tell her to stop, ok?” Pinching my nose, I bit back my annoyance. “Fine. But I swear, the second she goes too far, I’m out of here,” I said, putting my foot down. With that, I got up, grabbing my muffin and coffee and going upstairs. —------ Several hours later, I came down stairs, wearing a polo shirt and slacks my mother had insisted I wear. The doorbell quickly rang, and I answered the door, only to be greeted by Jen’s two friends, Amanda and Amy, two of my biggest bullies in high school. “Oh my god, Bucktooth!” Amy squealed, instantly grating on my nerves with the high pitch tone. “Just as scrawny as ever!” Amanda exclaimed, poking my side painfully. I flatly stared at the two, unimpressed as the two pushed past me and into the hallway. “Where’s that bitch, Jen?” Amy yelled out loud, looking around in the living room and up the stairs, as if she would suddenly appear. “Just pulling up now,” I said, pointing at the driveway while gritting my teeth. The two women screamed as they suddenly pushed past me, leaving me alone in the hallway. Shaking my head, I shut the door and went back upstairs, poking my head into Ryan’s room. “Jen and her minions are here,” I said, already having trouble hiding the annoyance in my voice, “You coming down or am I stuck entertaining them?” Adjusting his tie, Ryan looked at me in through the mirror’s reflection. “Oh, yeah, sure… just give me a minute. I’m guessing Marcus drove her in?” he asked. “I would assume so,” I said, shrugging, “Please don’t leave me down there with them. They already are in rare form.” “Yeah… yeah…. Down there in a minute,” said, grabbing a bottle of cologne before shooing me away. Sighing, I grabbed my phone from my room and texted Mike and Greg. If you see a triple homicide on the news tonight from my house, just know it was justified on my part… I wrote, sending it before shoving the phone back into my pocket. I let out another deep sigh before forcing myself to plaster a smile on my face and walking downstairs, already hearing the squealing of my sister and her friends down below. I sat down on the couch, staring at my phone counting the minutes until the night was over, as Ryan bounded down and started chatting with Marcus, leaving me alone with my sister and friends. An hour in and 17 insulting comments on my appearance later, my mother came into the room, calling us to dinner. Dinner was surprisingly good, and my mother had seemed to outdo herself. Throughout the meal, I sat in silence, not being able to add much as the entire conversation was overtaken with talk of the impending wedding between my mother, sister, and her friends, and the other half of my dad, brother, and her fiancé talking heatedly about some lab breach all over the news in Germany. I occasionally looked at my phone, wishing Greg or Mike would message back. It was when we hit the dessert portion that I finally hit my limit. “So, like, Jenny, you have to tell us,” Amy said, the wine from dinner causing her to slur her words slightly, “Who did you decide for our groomsmen? Please tell me they’re hot.” “Well, since Ryan and Riley are the only ones left, Amy, you are going to sit with Ryan, and Amanda, you’re with Riley,” Jen said, the glass of wine in her hand sloshing as she talked, “That way I have my two besties right next to me at the reception.” Amy seemed pleased with the answer, quickly pulling in Ryan for an overly excited hug as Amanda gave Jen a confused look. ‘What?” Jen said, noticing the look on her face, “Oh… yeah, sorry babe, it was the only way I could have you up at the table with me.” “Really… Riley?!” Amanda asked, not hiding the disgust in her voice, “I thought we were friends. You can’t find me someone better?” I sat there in silence, stunned at the clear insult thrown at me, as if I wasn’t even there. My parents were in the kitchen. Ryan and Marcus shared a concerned glance at each other, both seeing the blank look on my face. “Oh, don’t be that way. He’s not too horrible,” Jen said, glossing over the insult and refusing to look at me, “I mean, he won’t be that bad once he gets a haircut and I’m sure we can… it’s just for the reception…” “Seriously, what did I do to you,” Amanda pressed on, also ignoring my presence, “Is because of that guy senior year? I already told you it was just one drunken night…” “No…. babe… it’s ok, I don’t care about that. Mom just made me put him with you. I’ll figure something else out to do with RIley,” Jen said, trying to comfort her friend, ignoring the other three people in the room who were now looking at me with concern. “Um… Jen… that’s kinda of harsh, don’t you think…” Amy said, looking at me with actual concern. “Wow. Big sister of the year, folks,” I said, feeling the heat creeping up my neck, quickly getting up and pushing my seat away. “Oh god, Riley, don’t be that way,” Jen said, finally noticing my existence, a look of annoyance on her face, “As always he just HAS to be the center of attention. She just wants someone hot to hookup with at the wed-” I quickly cut her off. “Oh, so I’m that repulsive?” I said, my voice raising louder than I expected, anger flowing through me. “Well, you would look better if you just actually cut your hair and…” Jen said, digging the knife in deeper as she spoke, “It’s just…” “First off, I am NOT cutting my hair just to fit your picture perfect wedding. And… Just what else Jen, because we both know it's not just my hair. Go ahead, say what you're thinking,” I said, glaring at her, feeling my hands shaking. “Babe, I think maybe you should just stop right now,” Marcus said, trying to play mediator, “What your friend said was pretty shit-” “No Marcus,” Jen said, pausing to gulp down the rest of the glass of wine, “Maybe it’s better if I just get it out there.” “Jen, I think you need to shut it… NOW,” Ryan said, glaring at her pointedly, “Marcus, I need you to get her out of here.” Jen roughly shook his arm off, drunkenly swaying as she did so. “No, Marcus, you will not get 'her' out of here,” Jen said, annoyance dripping in her voice before pointing at me, “You want to know why none of my bridesmaids want to sit with you? Huh?” I just stared at her, waiting for whatever comment she was about to say. “Seriously Jen, just shut the fuck up… don’t fucking say it…” Ryan said, now standing up. “Oh, what, now you're going to defend the little faggot?” she said, pointing to me as she spoke, “That’s right, Riley, we all know what you’ve been up to at college. No girl wants to get with a dirty fag.” I stood there, silent as I processed what she said. I felt as though she had just sucker punched me. “My sorority sister’s brother was one of your little hookup this year, and was whining about how boring of a fuck you are. Everywhere I go, I’m stuck hearing about you. And you can’t even be a decent homo, can you?” I looked over at the doorway, seeing both my mother and father staring at the scene, both looking rather shocked. “Riley, come on, just um, let’s go in the other room and talk,” Ryan said, apparently now standing and trying to guide me away from the table, “She…. she doesn't mean it, she’s just drunk and..” “No, Ryan, I am not drunk. Everyone knows he’s scrawny, and boring, and now… a fag,” Jen said, slurring slightly and wobbling as she spoke, “Always ruining everything with everyone. Too boring to be a decent fuck so he just has to be the center of attention any other way he can.” “And there it is, there's the Jen I was waiting for. We both know she means EXACTLY what she says. Well, sis, I could give two shits about what they think, but at least now I know what you truly think of me,” I said with a strangled laugh, gripping the table, “Don’t worry about having this ‘dirty fag’ at your wedding. I’m not going. Happy now?” “Jen, you need to apologize,” Marcus said darkly, his arms crossed as he started at her with disdain, “Right fucking now.” “Don’t bother,” I said, feeling a few tears leaking from my face as I talked, “We both know she wouldn’t mean it. I pity you, really, getting married to her. I wouldn’t wish her on even my enemy. She’s that fucking evil and self-centered.” “Riley, that’s an awful thing to sa-” my mother started to say, before I quickly cut her off. “No, Mom, it's the truth,” I said, “And the fact that you're defending her is… you know what, why bother. She’s the princess of the family. I should know better than to think I matter in this family. Everyone would probably be a lot happier without me here.” “Riley, son, just sit down and let’s talk about this,” my dad said, pulling his glasses off and cleaning them, something I’d learned years ago to be a sign he was about to grill one of us. “Nope. I’m good. It’s been a pleasure,” I said, my voice starting to crack, “I’m heading out.” “Riley, don’t,” Ryan said, trying to grip my shoulder to stop me. I quickly pulled away, plastering a fake smile on my face. “Sorry the fag ruined dinner, everyone,” I said, feeling everyone’s eyes on me as I backed away from the table. “Finally!” Jen said, with a hateful laugh, “Now we can actually enjoy our meal. Who wants pie?” With that, I stormed out of the room and upstairs, locking my door behind me. Dejected, I flopped down onto the bed face first, tears streaming down my face as I let the feeling of depression and self loathing take over.

Author's Note #2: So, this will be my first ever collaboration with another writer here on the site. It's been an interesting set of several weeks on this first round of chapters. It's really been great working with @leatherpunk16 on this story, being able to riff off someone and be able to shoot ideas around finding what works and what is just, well, meh. The goal here was to try and write out a somewhat realistic sci-fi body horror story as leatherpunk said, and I hope it comes across as enjoyable. It's amazing what a late night brainstorming session mixed with someone approaching another person about a story idea can really do in the matter of a few short months. We've gotten a large chunk of chapters written out to hopefully be able to keep the updates pretty regular, but please bear with both of us during the more sex dry scenes... I promise they are worth it. That being said, I have a roast in the oven I need to go attend to, so please, enjoy the first two chapters!

@nymidtowneast Yep. I tried to get it just right, hopefully it was up to my normal quality. --------------------------------- 2c: Cottaging for Beginners Tonight is the night, Ethan told himself, standing before the run down bathroom in the center of the park, feeling his uncut cock harden in his pants, tonight I’m actually going to do it. It was only three short months ago when the 23 year old had mistakenly discovered the place, having stopped for a quick piss on one of his jogs in the new city. He’d gone in, shocked at the dilapidated state of the inside, much different that the last city he’d been in. The stalls all had rust rings in the toilets, tiles were cracking and falling apart, and even the cheap fluorescent bulbs buzzed occasionally. But the scent had been the weirdest part. Piss and what he could have sworn was cum permeated the space. Making quick work, he went to one of the urinals, and began to unleash his bladder, relief filling him. A man entered the rundown bathroom, and walked up to the urinal next to him. At first, he’d thought the man was also going to take a piss, but when he’d chanced a quick look over, he noticed the the man was playing with himself, the piercing in the end of his cock bouncing as his member quickly hardened, the light accentuating the large biohazard sign jus above it. Unnerved, Ethan had quickly hightailed it out, shocked at the sheer brazen attitude of the man. However, it was a few days later, watching one of the countless porns online when he recognized the same tattoo design. After a quick search, he’d found himself falling down the rabbit hole that is the internet. The man was apparently HIV positive, and hooking up in park bathrooms was “a thing.” At first, he found himself disgusted, wondering how anyone could find a scene like that hot, having only hooked up on dates with what his friends would call nice boys. But as he dug deeper and did even more “research” he’d started to get the appeal, reading countless stories and watching random videos of men engaging in hard core bareback sex. After a month, he found himself jacking off to the videos and stories, telling himself in the afterglow that it meant nothing and was just a fun fantasy. However, after month two, he found himself imagining being the bottom, taking the random loads, begging for any and all tops to unload inside him.Chalking it up to just a dry spell, he decided to hook up with one of the “good” boys online. After a rather satisfying night where the guy couldn’t stay hard in the condom, he’d broken down and let the guy fuck him raw, practically begging for the guy to unload inside him. Unfortunately, the guy had instead pulled out and shot across his back. Unsure why he felt so disappointed, he’d went back to the stories, trying to find why he was feeling this way. After several weeks of shooting countless loads to the pozzing videos and stories, not to mention the stories of random hookups in park bathrooms, he’d come to a decision. It was time to let curiosity get the better of him and break down and try it… to see what all the fuss was about. The first two times, he’d broken down and chickened out, going back home and miserably shooting a load across his chest, fantasizing that he had several loads inside him as he rode one of his toys. But still, he felt drawn to the desire to try out cottaging, as he’d learned it was called, which is where he found himself again tonight. Taking a hit on his vape to calm his nerves, he mentally found himself trying to talk himself out of going in. I shouldn’t do this, he thought to himself, This is such a fucked up thing to do. What would my friends think? I should just go. Shaking his thoughts away, he decided to make himself a pact. He would only stay for 15 minutes. If nothing happened, he’d go home and give up this stupid fantasy. Walking in, he looked around and noticed nobody in the bathroom. Slowly, he walked into the stall and closed the door. Pulling down his pants, he slowly stroked his now hard cock and waited, looking through the crudely cut hole in the wooden partition. He looked at his watch and waited, his nerves getting the best of him as he took another puff on the vape. Slowly, the time counted down. It was when there was just 2 minutes to go when the door to the bathroom opened, and someone walked over, sitting down in the stall next to Ethan’s. Curious, Ethan looked over and watched as the man in the stall slowly started to stroke himself through his jeans, the face of the man obscured as he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out a decent sized cock. Ethan licked his lips, shocked at the girth and length of the man’s penis. He was then shocked as the man slowly stood up, giving his hard cock a few tugs before he shoved it through the opening on the wall, leaving it exposed for Ethan. The cock bounced a few times, as Ethan stared… almost marveling at it. Finally, he was interrupted by the man talking. “Ain’t gonna suck itself man,” the anonymous man said, his voice echoing off the tiles of the dingy space. Taking a quick hit off the vape again, Ethan slowly opened his mouth and gave it a quicksuck on the tip. The smell of piss and musk hit Ethan first, causing him to feel hornier as he deeply sniffed in the smell coming off this random stranger’s groin. He began to suck the girthy member deeper in his mouth, astonished at how big it was as it finally hit the back of his throat. “Fuck yeah man, suck my dick,” the man growled, almost seeming to try and push his entire body through the hole. For several minutes, the man slowly fucked Ethan’s mouth, precum drooling out as he humped the wall. However, he was left shocked and confused when the man pulled out of the hole, suddenly met with the bearded face of the cock’s owner. “Let me have a taste of your hole man,” the guy whispered, the silence of the room broken as the door opened again and the sounds of someone walking over to one of the urinals echoed in the small space. Shakily, Ethan stood up and pulled down his boxers before turning around pressing his ass against the wall, his hands pulling his cheeks apart. He let out a pleased groan as the man quickly got to work eating him out, the roughness of the beard contrasting against the warm wet slickness of the man’s tongue worming its way into his tight hole. After several minutes of being eaten out, Ethan felt as the man pulled away, leaving his wet hole cooling in the bathroom air. The man quickly exited the stall. At first, Ethan was disappointed until he heard a knock on the stall. Letting his hormones get the better of him, he opened it and was greeted by the man, now tugging away at his hard cock. “Fucking hot hole man,” the man said, appreciatively, before entering the stall, leaving it open as he entered, “Want a load up there?” Ethan silently nodded, amazed at the bluntness of the man. Pushing Ethan over the toilet back, the man slowly positioned himself between his legs before spitting a large glob of saliva out and letting it land on the tip of his penis. Taking in a deep breath in preparation, Ethan felt as the man began to press hard against his hole, his hole tightening in anticipation of the fucking he was about to receive. “Fucking tight,” the man growled, pushing his cock harder against Ethan’s hole, before the ring of flash and muscle finally gave way, causing Ethan to yelp in pain at the forceful breach. The two stood there in silence for a second, the sound of someone pissing in the urinal the only sound hitting their ears as Ethan could swear he felt the man’s fast pulse through his cock. Finally, the man slowly began to rock back and forth, driving his cock deeper inside Ethan with each stroke. Ethan let out a deep, guttural groan as the man finally hit that magic spot deep inside him, making his hard dick start to leak. “Yeah fucker, take my cock deep in your guts,” the man groaned, grabbing hard onto Ethan’s hips before slamming hard and fast. Ethan began to moan even more as he looked back at the man fucking his ass. Suddenly, there was a shuffling and someone new shoved their hard dick through the hole. Suddenly, the man fucking Ethan’ ass grabbed the back of his head, gripping it by the hair and directed his face towards the cock. Taking the hint, Ethan quickly took the cock into his mouth and began to suck, gagging occasionally as the man behind him continued to fuck his ass without abandon. Suddenly, the man grunted and slammed his hips hard into Ethan, pulling him close as he held still. Ethan could feel the large cock throbbing inside him, suddenly wondering if he should have asked for a condom as he continued to suck the cock. Finally, the man pulled out and quickly inspected Ethan’s hole, watching as a drool of cum slowly made its way down his ballsack. Swiping it with his thumb, the man pushed it back in before smacking Ethan’s ass hard. “Thanks for the fuck, man,” the man said, before pulling his pants up and walking out. Suddenly, the man at the glory hole pulled out, quickly taking place behind Ethan. “Mind if I have a go,” the next guy said. Ethan gave him a quick nod, still catching his breath. Suddenly, the new man slammed hard inside his whole, groaning. “Fuck yeah, he flooded your fucking ass, man,” the guy said, quickly picking up pace and slamming Ethan’s ass. Ethan let out another groan, letting his head rest on the back of the toilet, focussing on the sensation of the man reaming his inside. “Oh… fuck… slow down man…” Ethan groaned, his ass aching from the assault, “My ass is hurting a little.” The man grinned reaching into his pocket, pulling out a brown bottle and opening it before taking a deep sniff. “Here, take a few hits, it’ll help,” the man said, putting the bottle in front of Ethan. Ethan instantly recognized them to be poppers, having seen them on countless videos, never having tried them himself. Grabbing the bottle, he took several deep sniffs, like he’d seen, suddenly feeling them kick in, causing his hole to relax and head to spin slightly. His face began to feel flush. “Fuck yeah, now your hole is opening up,” the man said, grinning, as Ethan flopped his head back down onto his arm on the toilet. Ethan groaned happily, enjoying the rush as the man’s dick now felt different in his ass, giving him nothing but pleasure. “I’m gonna fucking breed you man,” the man said, slamming his ass extra hard as he spoke, “You want my dirty seed in you too?” “Oh… oh fuck yeah…” Ethan moaned, instantly recognizing what the man was saying, letting his mind wash over the fact he was soon going to be taking a poz load. “Yeah, fucking jock boy taking nasty loads, aren’t you?” a new voice asked, standing behind the man. Looking back, Ethan noticed several new men grouped behind him, each slowly working their cocks. Ethan could only nod, letting his mind float as the man suddenly grunted, adding a new load into his ass without another word. "Fuck yeah, load up the stupid slut!" one of the men yelled, cheering the man breeding him on. After a few moments, the man pulled out and another guy stepped up, plunging deep inside. Ethan went to hand the bottle back when the man shook his head. “Keep ‘em,” the guy said, smiling, “You’ll need them more than me for the night you got ahead of you. Might have to tell a few fuck buddies about the fresh meat here.” Nodding silently, Ethan flopped his head back, relaxing into the hard fuck. The man left, giving a deep chuckle as he left. “Fuck yeah man, the last guy who fucked you is toxic,” the man now fucking him said, smiling and borrowing the poppers for a moment, “You looking to get knocked up? If so, I got an extra potent load for you.” Ethan could only shrug, unsure what to answer, only able to focus on the sensation of yet another raw cock fucking his ass. Slowly he turned his head and began to slowly play with the cock in the gloryhole, before taking it deep down his throat. — Several hours and over 20 loads later, Ethan finally had to call it quits, pulling his now cum splattered pants back up and taking a deep hit off his vape. At some point in the night, someone had produced a permanent marker, marking each load dropped in him. Checking himself out in the mirror, he could just make out about 22 hash marks on his ass, not counting the loads before that. With an exhausted smile, he pulled his pants up and ran some water in the sink, splashing it on his face before grabbing a paper towel and drying it. Satisfied, he walked back out the door, knowing that he would definitely be returning soon. As he hobbled off into the darkness of the night, now no longer a beginner at cottaging, he began to feel one of the countless loads begin to drip out of his ass. -------------------------------------------- Vote NOW: A) The Flyer at the Club B) The Camping Trip C) Masquerade Party D) Demonic Intentions Keep in mind the top story will win, and anyone posting two choices will got with the first listed unless a tie occurs. In the event of a tie, I might be willing to write a second story (this week took a lot out of me, especially with the car accident, so if the quality feels lower than normal, I apologize). Also, as always, I read every comment and will gladly consider any suggestions of something someone wants to see. Voting will close on July 2nd for the latest round of choices.

Story 2b: Keeping It In The Family “Are you ready for tonight?” Tom, my older step brother asked, looking up from his phone as he spoke to me from the couch, watching as I shucked off my shirt, still sweaty from the mandatory gym visit my dad demanded I go to for the last 6 months. Giving me an impressed smile, he looked up and down at my now chiseled body, appreciating the hard work I had put in. Sitting back in the office chair in our shared room, he began to grope himself through his pants, his hard cock poking through the gym shorts he was wearing as hardcore bareback porn played on his computer screen. “How was it for you,” I asked with curiosity, shucking my sweatpants off and flopping back on the bed, wearing only a loose pair of boxers. “Bro, you saw the video Uncle Dan took!” he laughed, getting up and flopping over next to me on the bed, slowly running his hand up and down my chest, “You know exactly how fucking good it was!” Smiling, I groaned as he pinched my nipple hard until I finally groaned in submission. “I don’t mean that, asshole,” I said, playfully pushing him off as I spoke, laying back on the bed again and resting my head back on arm, “I mean after… during the change…” “Well,” he said thinking for a moment, “I mean, it sucked for a few days, and the rash was a bitch, but it was so hot knowing that it took… you know?” Turning over, I slowly laid my hand on his chest, running a finger over first his right peck, and then the left, my fingers circling over the large biohazard on each one idly. “Going to be so hot knowing that in just a few hours you’ll be joining the club man,” he said, rubbing his hand over my stomach in return, “Been dying to do this for years, but Dad said he’d kick my ass if I did it before tonight.” Slowly, he leaned over, slowly kissing me as his hand drifted down under my boxer, his rough hand slowly working my hard cock. I returned the kiss, hungrily rubbing my tongue against his. A sudden knock at the door stopped us, as we both looked over, seeing my stepdad standing in the doorway. “Enough of that you two,” he said, smiling, rubbing himself as he watched us, “Save it for later.” I nodded sheepishly, pulling Tom’s hand out of my underwear in response. “Your dad says it's time. Everything is set up downstairs and everyone is waiting. You ready, son?” my stepdad Steve asked, gesturing out the door. — It had been 12 years since my Dad and Steve had met, both coming out of the closet after their equally bitter divorces. On my dad’s part, it had been my mother who had cheated first, deciding to move in with her side fling to start a new family in search of a "better" life. I hadn’t been that upset, surprisingly, as we’d never truly felt close. It was during the custody battle that she’d revealed that she’d been cheating for years, and that my dad might not actually be my real dad. Irregardless, I had told the judge I wanted to live with him and we’d made things work for a few years, just the two of us. The day Steve and I were introduced, I could only be happy for my dad, as the two seemed so close. Steve and I got along great, treating me as much as his own son as my dad did. Not long after I turned 18, I began to notice myself lusting over the two, on more than one occasion sneaking a watch through their barely open door, as the two engaged in hot, messy man sex after they thought I was asleep. I’d been secretly gay myself for years, finally coming out to my dads shortly after my step brother went off to college shortly thereafter. The two had been surprisingly open with me, answering every question I had. When the topic of protected sex had finally been broached, I was shocked at how they explained their status to me, explaining they were both positive, after countless times of playing both together and apart, never using a condom. This revelation has left me with countless more questions. At first, they’d been coy, not sharing much until one day I accidentally blurted out that I wanted to be positive as well. It was then that they sat me down and explained that they’d been expecting this for a while, as my own step brother had approached them not long prior wanting the same thing. Sitting us both down one evening, our new family tradition of sorts had been born. They’d agreed with both of us that on the night of our 21st birthdays, if we still felt like we wanted to be infected, they would make it happen. On Tom’s 21st birthday, they’d set up a conversion party, inviting all of their fuck buddies over to flood him with countless loads in an effort to make his wish happen. About a month after, Tom had come home sick from school, and once he was recovered, they took him to the clinic and he’d gotten the results he’d been looking for. They had me watch the video they’d taken of the birthday event, allowing me to decide if the same was something I wanted. Countless loads had been shot as I watched it, making me yearn to have exactly what he had. — “Hello, earth to Andrew…” Tom said, waving his hand across my face, breaking me out of my little trip down memory lane. “Huh?” I said, looking over at him and Steve, blushing as I realized they’d said something as I spaced off in my own mind. “I asked if you're coming, son?” Steve said, smiling and shaking his head, “It’s time to give you your birthday gift. Unless you're getting cold feet?” I quickly jumped up from bed, racing to the doorway in excitement. “I take it that’s a no,” Tom said, walking over to his dad before giving him a deep kiss. I felt a twinge in my pants as I watched the scene, wanting the same thing as soon as I could. I quickly ran down the stairs, nearly missing the last step in my excitement, barreling into the bare chest of my father. “Woah, there, champ,” he chuckled, catching me easily, “We got all night, calm down.” I smiled up at him, shaking with excitement. “You ready, son?” he said, gently gripping my chin pulling me into a tender kiss. I returned it, savoring it as we slowly started to make out. His beard rubbed against my face, and I moaned into the kiss. “Yeah, pig is ready to join the club,” my step dad Steve said, giving my ass a playful squeeze as he walked past, “Better get down there. Don’t want to keep everyone waiting.” Slowly, my dad and I broke away, and I sheepishly followed him and Steve down to the basement, where a small crowd of men stood, each naked and playing with their cocks, each getting ready for their eventual turn on my neg ass. I looked around for a moment, seeing my cousin Jared in the corner, smiling at me. My dad quickly steered me to the center of the room, where a few cameras were aimed at the sling, empty at the moment. Stepping forward, my stepdad greeted all the men and explained the rules of the night. “All right men,” he said, grabbing my shoulder as he spoke, “Peter here has decided that he wants to bring in his 21st birthday by getting the gift that keeps on giving.” A few men chuckled at the joke. He paused for a second, letting them laugh before continuing. “As was the case with his brother Tom, family gets first crack as his neg hole. Once we all get to shoot the family seed inside him, you all will be getting a crack at his hole. Understood?” he asked, looking around. A few men nodded, and a few others smiled. “Peter here has been wanting infected for a while now, and hopefully, if we all work together tonight, he’ll get exactly what he’s asking for.” A few men chuckled again, more sinister this time, as a few others muttered things like “Yeah, fucking can’t wait” and “He’s going get pozzed real good.” Silently, I pulled my boxers off and then allowed my dad to help me into the sling, as first my arms and then my legs were locked in place. “Final chance,” my dad said, a serious look on his face as he looked down at me, “You ready?” I nodded, biting my lower lip and he spit into his hand and slowly worked it first over his cock and then my exposed hole. Slowly be brought the tip of his pierced cock to the entrance, before bending down and giving me another deep kiss. I groaned into the kiss as I felt his large member slide deep inside me, not giving me even a second to get used to it. Quickly, he broke the kiss, looking down. “Fuck yeah, such a beautiful hole,” he said, smiling, as he started to piston in and out of me, “You're going to be getting this all the time after today.” Suddenly, I looked up as a bottle of poppers was pressed to my nose, seeing my stepdad Steve smiling down at me. “Feels great, doesn’t it,” he said, still smiling as he spoke, “Huff those poppers down and take everything your dad has to give you.” I felt as my hole quickly relaxed and my dad began to roughly fuck my ass, the pain fast turning to pleasure. “Yeah, feel that, son?” he growled, not holding back and reaming my ass without abandon, “That’s the cock that created you. And now it’s going to help turn you fully into a real man.” I moaned at the hotness of the situation, trying in vain to meet each slam inside me with a flex of my still tight hole, hoping to milk every drop out of him. Around the room, men began to egg my dad on, telling him to knock me up. After several minutes of this, he finally unloaded deep inside me, denoting just the first of many loads to come. “Fuck yeah, babe,” Steve said, moving himself to beside my dad, “Unload in his pig ass and really bring him into the family.” After a few moments, he finally pulled out of my ass, letting a few drops of his trainted cum drip out onto the ground. Quickly, Steve switched spots with him and plunged deep inside me. Walking over to my head, my dad quickly forced my mouth open and he plunged his still cum and ass covered cock deep in my mouth, making me clean it off. I smiled, enjoying the taste and sheer depravity of it, hungrily slurping every drop down. “Fuck your hole feels so good,” Steve said, pounding my ass hard and fast, almost in a frenzy to add his load to the mix, “Your dad and I have seen you spying on us. Made both of us cum so fucking hard thinking about you being out cumdump. Bending that cute ass over our bed and taking turns flooding you.” I gasped as my dad’s cock was quickly pulled out of my mouth, now clean and shining with my spit, quickly replaced with my step brother Tom’s balls. Looking up at him, my view mostly obscured by his large cock, as he bent over me and started pinching and working my nipples. “Fuck bro, you look so hot taking our dad’s cocks,” Tom said, looking down and smiling at me, “After he unloads in you, I’m next.” Happily, I sucked hard and rolled his hefty balls around in my mouth, massaging them with my tongue. “Fuck yeah, gonna help infect my faggot of a son’s ass,” Steve growled, sweat dripping down his face as he continued his onslaught on my hole, “Here it fucking comes, son, no coming back!” With a loud groan, he began to shoot deep inside me, slamming hard deep inside me with each volley of cum erupting from his cock. Spent, he bent over, pushing Tom out of the way and kissing me deeply. I returned the kiss until he finally broke away. “Welcome to your new life, son,” Steve said, smiling down at me, “Now that you're one of us, I’m going to love feeding this hungry ass all the time.” With a small hiss, he pulled out of my ass and walked over to my face, presenting his drooling and cum-slicked cock to me, as I quickly went to work cleaning it off. As I went to work, I felt Tom slide into my ass and get to work. Soon after, he shot inside me as well, screaming. “Fucking take my diseased load, bro,” Tom yelled, eliciting a cheer from the other men, “Knocking you up with my virus filled DNA. Fucking take it!” Laying back, I smiled, watching as he pulled out and one of the men in the room quickly took his place, a line forming behind him. Behind the man, my cousin Jared was smiling, stroking his cock in anticipation. My dad quickly addressed the room, my stepdad Steve casually draping his arm over his shoulder, kissing his neck. “Feel free to use Pete’s hole as you see fit boys,” pulling Steve closer as he spoke, “The birthday boy needs at least a load from each of you in him tonight. The more dirty cum in him the better. Once everyone has had a turn, we’ll be making sure to pump one more load of the family cum inside him.” “Enjoy the party, boys,” Steve added, as the first of many men began to plunge deep in my ass, effectively sealing my desired fate.

Voting is actually already closed… as stated before, there will be three stories this round (a,b,and c). Unfortunately I was in a car accident this morning and will be delayed on writing and posting until Monday.

Story 2a- Purchased for the Night The idea had been simple enough in theory. Sell my ‘virginity’ to the highest bidder. Pay off all my debt. It was a week ago when the idea was planted in my mind. After yet another poor turnout on the camera feed, jacking my cock off on live stream for a few extra dollars, I’d finished the stream, barely raking in $100. It was after the stream when I looked in my inbox and saw the link, sent from one of the many randomized user names on the site. At first, I was going to ignore it, tallying it up to one of the many bots trying to scam creators on the site. However, this one seemed different. The grammar was correct, the promise of a large payout for one night of work getting the better of me. Against my better judgement, I decided to click the link, being brought to an interesting darknet site. The link told me about the offer of a special auction site, offering up my virginity to the highest bidder for a night filled with whatever the seller wanted, barring any severe bodily harm. I’d be allowed to stream it for extra cash, would be guaranteed. A deposit would be submitted in my account the night before, and full payment in my account the next morning. I went ahead and hit accept, giving an empty temporary bank account for the funds to go to, just in case this were all a scam. The worst that would happen was I’d be out $25, the minimum for setting up the account. As the week progressed, I watched as the silent auction quickly grew, first surpassing $1000, then $10k… I forced myself to not get excited, playing off the auction as still being a likely fake. As the final clock finally hit zero, I looked at the final total. $97,345. Suddenly, a ding on my phone went off, somewhat sending a chill down my back. It was my personal phone. The one I never gave out to anyone, save for a few close friends and relatives. Nervous, I picked it up and looked at the screen. Alex Slater, as agreed, bidding has been completed and 10% of the sale ($9,734.50) has been transferred to the account specified. Details for the purchaser’s conditions will follow shortly. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead. I’d never given them my name. Even the bank account had been put into the name I used for online streaming… Max Bang, chosen at random with some porn name generator I’d found online. Alex, failure to follow instructions will result in banning from all major streaming sites, as well as a fee of 25% being taken from your accounts at Community Bank and First Mutual Savings. Please confirm you understand this. Failure to reply will result in a copy of everything being sent to your mother Andrea and father Miguel as stated in subsection 8 of your contract. My hands shaking, truly scared at the message. They knew everything about me… the banks I used, my parent’s names. Slowly, I replied, asking who this was. Our name is not important. We are simply a broker. Please confirm if you understand your instructions. Although you may be concerned, we provide this level of service to our purchasers in order to prevent both parties from suffering financially. I typed out a quick yes, sitting back in the chair, wondering what I had just gotten into. Received. A car will pick you up this Friday at 7:00pm from your home and take you to the hotel on 27th and Grand. You’re to get a room key from the front desk, held under your name, and enter the room. Remove all clothing and put on the black blindfold that will be provided on the bed. Do not bother with bringing any weapons or streaming equipment. Weapons will not be tolerated and will result in immediate return of any payment, and carries the same penalties as listed before. Streaming equipment will already be provided. I slowly typed ok, my heart racing as I did. Good. The auction winners will see you Friday. Enjoy yourself. With that, I tossed my phone away. Unnerved. I’d felt growing anticipation for the entire week leading up to the “event,” nearly sending a message I wanted to cancel every single time, before talking myself out of it. Finally, I found myself in the back of a nondescript Uber vehicle, quietly making my way downtown from my parent’s average looking suburban house. Quickly enough, we pulled up in front of the large hotel and I exited the vehicle quietly. I made my way to the lobby desk, greeted by a smartly dressed man in a vest and white dress shirt. Giving my real name, the man looked for a moment before handing me a small plastic keycard, writing the room number in the small folder holding it. “You’ll need to use the card to get to your floor as well,” the man said, pointing in the direction of the elevators, “Tap the key to the reader and hit 8.” 860, the number read, and I silently walked over, dread and anticipation flowing through me. Following the instructions, I watched as the doors closed with a soft thump and the elevator quickly climbed. Just as silently, the doors opened, only a soft ding announcing the arrival and I stepped off, looking at the sign pointing towards what would be the room. After a long walk to the end of the hallway, I opened the door and stepped in, looking at the display before me. Several high quality cameras were aimed at the bed, a bundle of rope, a ball gag, and a blindfold sitting neatly arranged on the bed. I looked around as a distorted voice erupted from the expensive looking computer sitting on the table. “Welcome Alex. Strip naked and put the blindfold on, then lay down on the center of the bed on your back. Do not worry about the gag or ropes.” I swallowed, trying to stomach my fear as I did as I was told, quickly disrobing and pulling the blindfold on, feebly feeling around before crawling across the bed and laying down. I laid for a few minutes, unsure what to do next until I heard the motorized whir of the electronic lock on the door engage and the shuffling sound of someone walking in. Roughly one of my legs was grabbed and I instinctively pulled back, now actually afraid. “Alex. You will be tied up as requested by the purchaser,” the distorted voice said, “Do not fight as no harm will be done to you. Compliance is mandatory as part of purchase for your services.” I forced my leg to go limp, scared as first it was tied up, and then the other. My legs were quickly lifted up and I felt as the got trussed into the air. Next, my arms were tied up, each limb pulling to one of the corners of the bed. The person then roughly pushed my ass higher, as several pillows we shoved underneath me. Satisfied, the unknown man let out a satisfied laugh, smacking my ass. “He’s ready,” the unknown man’s voice said, as I could just make out the weight of him at the far end of the bed. “The client wishes to have him prelubricated,” the garbled voice responded, “Please proceed.” Suddenly, I jumped as I felt a rough beard at my hole as a warm wet tongue began to lick and poke at my tight asshole, unaccustomed to the feeling. I shook slightly, unnerved at the feeling, both feeling amazing but also a tiny bit uncomfortable as the hair scratched around the tender flesh around my opening. I couldn't help but moan slightly as the tongue began to poke into the sensitive circle of flesh, eventually breaching me. I began to enjoy the feeling, unable to move anything except my head as the mystery man continued to spit and finger me. Finally satisfied I was prepared, the distorted voice spoke again. “A total of 10 men have paid for the pleasure tonight to use you as they see fit. They have all requested a gag be placed in your mouth so they can enjoy using you without argument,” the voice said, “The first man has requested you to be high on poppers. Our assistant is now going feed you some and put the gag in your mouth. Do not fight him.” A bottle of what smelt like poppers was held under my nose expectantly. Tentatively, I took a deep sniff, my head immediately rushing as the strong chemicals quickly entered my blood stream. I let out a deep groan, my mouth opening as I did so. Suddenly, the gag was pushed into my mouth. Thankfully, a small hole was drilled in it, allowing for me to breathe through it. The unseen assistant quickly secured the gag and after feeding me more poppers, let my head bounce loosely on the bed. The electronic lock whirred again, as the door opened and a new person stepped into the room. Silently, someone climbed on the bed, slowly feeling my body in silence. The hands slowly worked up and down my legs, one hand gently giving my average sized cock a tug. The stranger gave a satisfied hum, before poking a finger roughly into my ass. “Am I the first to get in him,” the man asked, his finger roughly moving around in side me, causing me to squirm. “As highest bidder, you have been picked as the first to go instead of randomly,” the distorted voice said, chuckling, “As a thank you for your contributions in previous events.” “Fuck yeah, going to love breaking this one in,” the man replied, as he roughly pulled his finger out and suddenly plunging his thick, long cock deep inside me. The piercing on his dick dragged painfully inside me as he quickly seated himself deep in my ass. I let out a pained moaned, the sound severely muffled by the gag. “Fuck yeah, definitely a real virgin hole,” the man said happily, “Have him feed the slut some more poppers so we both can enjoy this.” Suddenly, the bottle was held under my nose. I quickly took several deep sniffs, hoping they would help with the pain deep inside me. After a minute or two, the pain began to subside. The man inside me, satisfied I was now effectively relaxed, quickly began to slam hard and fast inside of me. Suddenly, his hands wrapped around my neck, squeezing slightly has his plowed hard and fast. “Fuck yeah, slut, take my daddy dick deep in those virgin guts,” the man growl, spitting on my face as he fucked me, “Feel that dick destroying your guts? I fucking paid good money for that.” I could barely breathe, the feeling of the man effectively raping me as his body slammed hard into mine, knocking the breath out of me while his hands firmly gripped my neck. “Fuck, here it comes, going to breed those shredded guts of yours,” the man yelled, fucking my ass even harder, “Here it comes, slut!” Suddenly, I felt as the man unleashed a massive load of cum into my ass, his cock throbbing as he continued to fuck me, causing him to growl and snort in animalistic abandon. “Fucking take that dirty poz load, fucker,” the man said menacingly, “Fucking breeding you deep with my virus. Hope it was fucking worth it for a measly ten grand.” I began to thrash, my mind racing as I realized what he was saying. “Yeah, like hearing that, don’t you,” the man chuckled evilly, “So fucking hot when dumb little sluts like you finally realize why you’re getting such a big payout for some guys to fuck you.” I let out a choked sob, realizing how fucked I truly was. Pulling his cock out, he chuckled again before wiping his cock on my groin. “Fuck yeah, nice and pink,” he said, before pushing his thumb inside, “Better keep that load inside you, boy. Only lube you’ll be getting here on out.” I laid back, resigned as I felt tears streaming down my face. How could I have been so stupid Everything always comes with a catch… I asked myself, feeling as the man promptly climbed off the bed. I could vaguely make out the sounds of him getting dressed before the door opened and slammed shut. “A deposit of $31,000 has now been made into your account,” the distorted voice said, “You also have earned $2000 in tips on your current livestream.” Part of me was shocked to hear this, amazed at the amount. Even on my best day, I’d never come close when streaming. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, I thought to myself, trying to rationalize away what I had just signed myself up for. A knock at the door cut the silence of the room, followed by the whirring of the lock mechanism. Another faceless man slowly climbed onto the bed, as I tried to mentally prepare myself for the next round. —------ Several hours later, I awoke, having passed out from the onslaught after the 8th load. Opening my eyes, I looked around the hotel room, surprised to find it completely clear off all the equipment. The ball gag had been removed and the blindfold gone. As had the ropes that I had been bound with. Sitting up, I felt as my ass began to throb painfully, loose and drooling out the numerous poz loads that had been deposited in it. I saw as the screen on my phone flashed and buzzed, likely having been the thing to wake me up. The remainder of the $97,435 dollars have now been deposited into your account. An additional $34,000 dollars is also available in tips. Hope it was worth it. Let us know if they don’t take, and we can line up a new group of buyers. Laying back, I looked up at the ceiling, shocked at the staggering number.

@nymidtowneast Glad you are enjoying where I am taking the story! The next few chapters after this are going to be a bit less sex themed, so I hope you enjoy those as well. @kitpig Definitely the goal I was going for. @plisken Thanks! I'm trying to keep it interesting, and glad you enjoyed it! @Docebrown Like I said before, this chapter is the last for a few chapters that is sex themed, hopefully you still enjoy them! Currently, I am still working on the other stories for the Bareback Chronicles thread (if you haven't checked it out, please do). This shouldn't effect updates here, as I have now two extra chapters written waiting for proofing and touchups. Enjoy! ----------------------------- Lesson 12- Beta Testing My first lap around the park was quiet, nobody else seemed to be in the park as darkness began to set in. I felt a bit disappointed, as I had hoped that maybe I would see someone. Maybe it's too early, I guessed, playing with the smoke as I walked. The next two laps also proved fruitless and I noticed that the cigar was nearly spent. Feeling a renewed sense of energy, I wasn’t quite ready to leave. However, the spent cigar presented a problem. My mind quickly went back to the scene in the tattoo parlor. Remembering the small convenience store across from the entrance to the park, I made my way quickly to it, letting my eyes adjust to the bright interior before looking around. The small store was rather clean, and I decided to make my way to the fridges lining one wall, grabbing a bottle of sport drink before going up to the counter. I felt somewhat sweaty from the humid evening outside and waited as the clerk rung the person up in front of me. I began to feel slightly nervous as they finished and I stepped up to the counter. “That's all for you?” the middle aged man asked, grabbing the bottle of blue liquid and scanning it. “Um, I’ll also take a pack of Marlboro Reds,” I said, worried that my nervousness would leak into my voice. “ID?” he replied, reaching up and grabbing the red and white package. At first, I realized that my wallet was still at home, forgotten on the top of my desk in my room. Suddenly, a voice next to me spoke. “Here,” the man said, handing over his plastic card. I looked over and was instantly greeted by the man from the park a week ago. “Make it two actually,” the man said, getting a slight nod as the clerk grabbed another. “$24.73,” the clerk announced, and grabbing my phone, I opened the wallet app and tapped the card reader. A soft ding played on my phone, and I quickly pocketed it as the man grabbed both packs. I followed as he walked out and crossed the street to the park. We walked in silence for a bit before finding a more secluded bench deep in the park. “Thanks for helping me out back there,” I said, finally breaking the silence. “No worries, I owed you for the lighter last week,” the man said, expertly smacking the pack and opening it, before pulling out one and lighting it expertly, exhaling a massive cloud of smoke in the process. Following his lead, I did the same, fumbling slightly as I opened the pack and then pulled one out. With a flick, he lit the cigarette and I did the same as him, inhaling hard. “No cigar tonight?” he asked, negligently draping his arm around my shoulders, spreading his legs as he spoke, “Hope I didn’t get you in too much trouble with Mike and Greg.” I let out a hard cough, nearly losing the cigarette in the process at his words. “I’m Dave by the way,” he said, chuckling at my surprise, running his fingers along my shoulder, “Showed Mike and Greg your picture from the other night and got quite the inquisition. We all go way back.” I nodded at Dave, unable to speak. “So, I'm looking to try out the app tonight,” he said, smiling. How did he know about that?! I thought with a start. “With the look on your face, I’m guessing you want to know how I know,” he said with a smile, taking a deep drag before blowing it out in a stream, “Got the alert as soon as you logged in here. They said you’d probably be beta testing it tonight, so I figured I'd make sure that I’d be available for any onsite support and ‘debugging’ it might need.” He let out a chuckle at his word play, watching as I slowly nodded, taking in what he said. “Oh… so… you created the site?” I asked, catching on as he smiled at me “Yeah, though the QR code thing… have to admit that was some genius marketing on Greg’s part” Dave said, smiling. “Oh…” I said, unsure what else to add to our conversation at the moment. “First things first,” he said, standing up, “Let’s go see if it's working how they want.” Walking off, I followed in silence, unsure what was going to happen. I walked and smoked the cigarette, following Dave likely looking like a lost puppy. Finally, we arrived at a squat brick building deep in the park, looking slightly more run down than the others. “Go on in,” he said, tossing the spent butt down and holding the door open as he pulled out another cigarette, lighting it immediately. I walked in and noticed that the rundown look also was evident inside. I looked at several of the open stalls, seeing crude holes in the walls of the stalls, before finally walking into the large stall at the end. “Still a little early yet,” he said, noting the empty restroom, “Go ahead and pull your pants down.” With that, I pulled the sweatpants down and bent over slightly, as he pulled out his phone. Snapping a quick picture, he tapped a few times on the screen and waited. “They’re probably still driving,” he said, nonchalantly, drawing hard on the Red, “Might take a minute.” Finally, my phone let out a buzz. Pulling it out, I took a look. It was a new message from a random 5 digit number. Opening my phone, I read the message. “PIGLOADR: Bareback breeding request approved. NOTE FROM MAIN ACCOUNT: Glad to see you trying out the app for Dave, boy. Make us proud. -Greg” Slowly, I noticed Dave gave me a smile, looking over my shoulder and reading the message. “Nice. Probably just delayed from their cell signal,” he said, nodding to himself as he spoke. Slowly, he pulled his pants down, gently closing the stall door and giving his cock a few gentle tugs. “The guys have been raving about this hole of yours,” he said, dripping his thumb deep into my hole as he spoke, “Shame they locked that nice cock of yours up, but I bet they’ll unlock it soon enough. Would have loved to feel that thing in my guts, flooding my bugged hole with your neg swimmers.” I groaned as his thumb was quickly joined by another finger. “Got the same tainted DNA as your two dads in these balls,” Dave said, smiling down at me as I looked back and up at him, having bent over as he played with my hole, “Could call me your uncle so to speak. Me, Ben, and a few other guys all got converted by the same maker. Same as your two dads.” I watched Dave record the scene with his phone, likely for another upload. “Time for another Red in those lungs boy,” he said, hauling hard before bellowing out a large jet of smoke from his nose, pulling his fingers out of my ass. I quickly dropped the butt in the toilet before shakily pulling out another and lighting up. “Yeah, good boy, flood those lungs with smoke and get yourself nice and addicted,” he said, tugging his cock, “Can’t wait to see what all the hype is about on this ass.” I nodded, bracing myself across the back of the toilet, gasping slightly as Dave plunged deep in my ass in one solid movement; Mike and Greg’s loads allowing for quick entry. “Fuck that’s a nice juicy hole,” Dave said, holding still deep inside me as he spoke, “Definitely a 5 star boy pussy.” I groaned as he somehow flexed his cock inside me, his cock wiggling somewhat. “Yeah, definitely going to enjoy breeding you,” he said, smiling wickedly, “Stand by and see a few more guys test you out before I send you home with a second load from me.” I nodded again, groaning as Dave quickly pulled back and slammed hard into me. “Really does stay surprisingly snug, even with the abuse it got today,” Dave groaned appreciatively, “You like raw dick in you boy? Looking to get bred tonight, right?” “Yes sir, thank you sir,” I said, whispering, “I love getting bred by men.” “You need to be knocked up, don’t you,” he asked, picking up pace a bit as we smoked, “Tell me what neg boys like you need.” “I need pozzed up,” I moaned, letting out a slight yelp as he smacked my ass and gave it a jiggle, “I want to be turned into a poz pig and give a real purpose as a cum dump.” “Yeah, boy, you’re nothing but a useless cumdump needing a real purpose,” he said, taking long hard strokes inside me, slamming as hard as he could deep within me, driving the remaining loads in my ass deeper, “Can’t wait for you to get the fuck flu and we all get to recharge you before other guys get a chance at adding their strain.” I groaned at the thought, remembering the stories I had read. I wondered at how I would convert. Would it be like getting the flu? Fever, body aches, rash… all the symptoms. Or would it be more mild, barely a sniffle. “Yeah, boy,” Dave said, smiling, “Gonna load this cunt up really soon. Tell me what’s going through your mind, you nasty fucking pig boy.” “I want to get the fuck flu and feel you guys flood me with more of your virus, and let it take over,” I groaned, letting myself go mentally as I focused on the fuck, “Go around and get more strains to bring home and share. Become a depraved pig for anyone to use.” “Fuck boy, got me real close,” Dave said, smacking my ass as he fucked it harder and faster, “That’s what your purpose is in life, isn’t it?” “Oh god… yes….” I said, feeling that same feeling as before began to take over, the inside of my ass feeling both tighter and more sensitive, “Oh god…. Please… please give it to me…” Suddenly, my ass gave out and I began to twitch and moan, my ass clenching and releasing over and over, causing my body to convulse slightly as I felt my ass starting to drip onto the dingy tiles of the floor. “Oh shit man, your ass is fucking quaking,” Dave said, driving with all his strength into me. I couldn’t speak any longer, barely letting out a choked screech as the tremors racked through me, my mouth opening in a gasp and causing me to drop the cigarette. “Fuck, here it comes boy,” Dave said, picking up an even faster pace, driving my anal orgasm into overdrive, dripping even more onto the ground. Suddenly, Dave gave out several pained gasps and I felt as his cock squirted hard inside me. We both stood there in silence as I panted, fingers gripping on the toilet until the knuckles were white, my toes curling in my shoes. “Damn… pig must be in heat from all this juice it just squirted,” Dave said appreciatively, giving out a pained hiss as he pulled out in a quick jerk. He gently guided me to sit down on the toilet, my legs feeling like jelly as I sat. “Fuck yeah, pig in training for sure,” he said pointing the camera at my stomach before shutting off his phone. Gently, he reached behind my head and pulled it back by my hair. Taking a deep drag, he kissed me deeply, swapping his smoke with me. Finally, we broke apart and he let out a deep chuckle. “That’s going on the front page for sure,” he said, giving my face a light slap. Slowly I sat there and recovered before we both froze, listening. The guy moved over to the stall next to ours before sitting down and closing the door. After a short wait, he shuffled around and faced our partition. Gently, a large black cock slid through the hole. “Time to get to work, boy,” he said, gently pushing my face onto it. I slowly began to suck the large cock as Dave exited the stall, knocking on the next one’s door. The guy pulled his cock out and I waited in silence. I could vaguely hear the two whispering before the two returned. Before me stood a tall, slightly overweight black man. “Go ahead and pull out your phone man,” Dave said, before motioning me to stand up and bend over. There was a slight ding from the man’s phone as he scanned the code, followed by a few tapping sounds until finally there was the sound of a whoosh. After a minute, my phone dinged again. Grabbing it, I took a look. “PIGLOADR: Bareback breeding request denied. NOTE FROM MAIN ACCOUNT: You know the rules. Condom only or down your throat. -Mike” Reached down and pulled a condom before handing it to the man. “The fuck am I gonna do with this shit,” he said, tossing the foil wrapper on the ground, as Dave began whispering in his ear, “Oh… yeah. Won’t fit on me. You sure I can’t hit that ass bare?” I shook my head no, watching as Dave pointed to the man’s phone screen. After a quick talk, the man pulled open my mouth. “I’ll have to bring some next time just for you, fucking slut,” the man said, spitting on my face before rubbing it around with his hand. Finally his thumb caught on my lips. “No fucking teeth or I beat the shit out of you, got it,” he announced, shaking his cock at my face. The large cock was quite girthy and decent in length, “Would rather drain my cock snot in that white college boy ass, but I guess I’ll take some head instead.” I got quickly to work, doing my best to take the rapidly growing girth as the man grabbed my head and began to fuck his cock deep down my throat. I gagged a few times before he pulled back off. He lasted a total of maybe 5 minutes before finally pulling out and shooting all over my face. “Yeah, fucking looking prettier already with my tainted spunk sprayed across that bitch face,” the man said, giving a slight nod to Dave before he walked out and another man entered the stall. I hadn’t even noticed, having been preoccupied during the angry face fucking. Into the late evening I took several more guys, all but one being forced to have a condom. Throughout the process, Dave took to explaining the features of the app almost ignoring my presence as he spoke to the different men. Finally, I told Dave I was about done, and he quickly got behind me and began to fuck another large load into me, barely speaking. “Fuck yeah, take it man,” he said, humming quickly before giving my ass another quick spank. Drained, I nodded and silently pulled my pants back up. “Give me your phone,” he said, and I silently did so, handing it over to him numbly. He tapped on the screen a few times before turning the phone around. “Don’t forget to log out, that way you stop getting requests,” he explained as we walked out of the bathroom, “Look look beat. Bet you’ve had a long day.” I nodded, tired. “I’ll drive you home to Mike and Greg’s,” he said, grinning at me as we walked through the park, “You did awesome by the way. I really appreciate you helping me out with the app testing. Everything seems to be working.” “No problem, I’m glad I could help,” I said tired, giving Dave a drained smile, as he slowly turned towards me and gave me a kiss. “So sweet. Fuck, wish I’d have had first crack at you,” he said, smiling again before leading me to a rather nice looking sedan. I sat in silence in the car as we drove the short distance to my neighborhood, getting out of the car in front of Mike and Greg’s still dark home. “I’ll text you tomorrow,” Dave said, turning in his seat as put the car in park, letting the engine idle. I gave a nod, and slowly walked home, watching as his car drove off. Entering my house, I took a quick look into the living room, noticing the news report on the tv, both my parents snoring on the couch. My mind felt numb as I watched the reporter talking to a man in a suit, looking flushed and angry as he spoke. Something about a massive operation under way in Berlin. My brain felt too numb to really take in the report as I walked out of the living room and up the stairs. Coming to my bedroom, I emptied my pockets out. The used condoms and bottle of forgotten poppers went into the fridge and the partially smoked pack of cigarettes joined the pipes and cigars in my closet. Feeling as the loads slowly leaked out, I grabbed the plug from earlier in the day and shoved it into my ass, feeling as it easily went into the wrecked remains of my hole. Sighing happily, I pulled back the covers of my bed and crawled in, shutting the light off as I did and quickly went to sleep.

OK.... so... voting is over. All of you (and the previous comments I was able to find in my email) have put me in quite the pickle here. After counting, the final results are as follows: A) 21 points B) 21 points C) 25 points D) 15 points That leaves there being a two way tie for the second story. In order to keep updates on schedule, that only means one thing. There will be THREE stories posted. This means that I'm going to be writing a lot over the next few days. The first story is ready to go, and thus will follow here shortly, and I'll post the other two hopefully next week (work takes priority... sorry). I blame all of you conspiring to get more out of me here. All of you are to blame! 😆 I'll post the choices for the next story choices at the end of the 3rd story. Thanks for all of you voting to make this story thread a success.

Not to sound too critical here, but I'm kind of getting a bit confused when reading this as well. At its core, it's a really hot story, but as has been said earlier, it's kind of feeling a little stalled out as of late. The name keeps bouncing back and forth, and I'm just left wondering where it's going. However, maybe I'm wrong and you have a really kick ass place this is going. The time line is just really feeling jumbled up, and parts of it feel like they are just repeating themselves. Also, there seems to be a lot of typos as of late. I can somewhat see where you're going with the current chapter, but I feel like this chapter especially could have been fleshed out a bit better. The typos, name flip-flops... I had to re-read it just to make sure I was understanding everything. (Having a partner who also has ADD, I can see where and why this might be occurring) I've been debating whether to say anything, because I don't want to discourage you as a writer, or worse, come off as being an asshole. I'm always happy to help you if you need a proofreader, or even someone to bounce ideas off of, as I'm sure other guys on here are as well. I really feel like it will help your story in the long run just having a second set of eyes take a look and ask you questions before posting. I literally have the same myself with some great people I've met on here. That being said, I look forward to seeing where you end up taking this, and I'm glad to see that you picked this story back up. Looking forward to your next update.

Just a heads up so far, counting is still going to be going on until Wednesday so I have a chance to get each story written, and each story is now fully planned out. Anyone who commented on the previous thread is welcome to repos their choices here, and I will update the choices. I was able to recover the emails saying their choices, and added them to the mix. Make sure you are putting your top choice first, as this does have a higher point count. Anyone posting a single choice will have all points counting towards that choice. So far, everything is pretty close. Thanks for the comments and look forward to the stories soon. (Each will be posted separately, and there will be a completely new set of choices at the end of the second one on the next round of voting). Also, don't be discouraged if your choice isn't picked, as I may end up recycling some choices farther out. ALSO: There is going to be a new story I am working on as a collab with someone on here, so that will also be worked on in the background (going to be a really busy summer for me lol) so keep an eye out for that.

Unfortunately, a lot of information was removed by the current administration due to "DEI" reasons, namely if any information pertained to transgenderism. So this may explain why the information you are thinking of is no longer available.

So, unfortunately the previous version of this story had some elements I was unaware were not allowed on the site. I'm going to go ahead and repost here and hope that those previous comments are able to be recovered or people are willing to repost what their choice was. I'm still trying to get in contact with moderators to do this, but in the mean time, I'll go ahead and repost the new corrected version. Due to this, I'll be posting a double feature of the top two story ideas at the end to make up for my mistake on this as an apology to all of you. I hope all you understand and forgive me on this error and enjoy the stories. --------------------------------------------------------------- Story 1- Fellow Hunters on the Prowl “30 bucks kid,” the bald man at the window said, looking up from his book as Tristan stepped up to it. Silently, he slid the money across the counter and under the scratched up plexiglass partition of the seedy bathhouse. Looking over at the bowl of condoms, the man grabbed the money, putting it into the dingy looking cash register. “Feel free to help yourself,” the bald man said, barely making eye contact as he picked back up the book, “Guys here tend to be pretty toxic. Better watch out or they’ll eat you alive.” A threadbare towel and grungy key on a chain were passed through, which Tristan quickly grabbed. Ignoring the bowl, he waited for the man to hit the buzzer so he could enter. At 20, Tristan knew he was a hot piece of ass, in fact, he was counting on it. Shoulder length blonde hair, clean shaven, pouty lips and sparkling blue eyes, he’d been told plenty of times he looked like a model. “I’m good, gonna let me in or not?” Tristan asked, annoyed, ready to get inside and enjoy his night. With a sigh, the man reached under the counter, pressing the buzzer and letting Tristan in. It had started 2 years ago, shortly after his 18th birthday when his brother’s college friend drunkenly entered his bedroom late one night, the two having previously hit up multiple bars in a pub crawl. Tristan had known he was gay for years, and through a random set of circumstances, he would finally get to feel another man use his body, much like the countless pornos Tristan had shot his load to. He’d enjoyed every minute, feeling the hot tongue moving around in his mouth, the rough pulling down of his boxer as the older boy had spit on his hand and slathered up his hole. No mentions of condoms had ever been made, and through the night his brother’s friend had fucked his ass hard, depositing several loads before sneaking back out of his room. Anxiety and guilt racked Tristan for a week before he came down with a random virus. Expecting the worst, he went to the free clinic and got tested, surprisingly enough everything came back clean. At first he had been happy at the news, but as the weeks went on, and after several unfulfilling hookups, he felt like something was missing. On a whim, he decided to look up on the internet if other people felt this way as well. It was there he found the twisted stories online of people willingly going bareback and getting infected with HIV. Countless stories of men getting infected caused him to want the same, and on his 19th birthday, he’d made a decision. Every month, he’d go out and willing let anyone and everyone have a turn in his hole. The last few times had proven a bust, leaving that proverbial itch still unscratched. Frustrated at his lack of success, he’d decided to do his research and finally decided on the dingy bathhouse he was currently in. Rumors on the internet said that it was a breeding ground for all sorts of bugs, with one guy saying he’d been unlucky enough to get multiple diseases in one go. Reading that had made Tristan shoot a huge load, and he’d decided that his decision had been made. The door slammed shut, its lock clicking in place as Tristan looked around. Clearly the place had seen better days, as the shabby carpet on the ground had dark stains on the ground, and the air had slightly smoky aspect. As he walked, he could hear a few muffled moans and the slapping of skin on skin, the thin walls barely masking anything. Finally, he reached the lockers, looking at the number on the key under the buzzing florescent lights. Finding the matching locker,, he quickly stripped naked, making sure to adjust the bottle of poppers hanging on a chain around his neck, pressing down on the spring-loaded stopper and putting each tip to his nose, sniffing deeply a few times. The buzz of the poppers quickly reached his head, giving him a pleasant flush feeling. He then tucked the poor excuse of a towel around his slender hips and began to walk around. He made a quick loop around, catching the attention of the few men there. Tristan mentally reassured himself, the night was still young, and there would likely be more men later. He finally decided on the steam room, sitting down and relaxing in the hot humid room, feeling himself instant break out in a sweat. He leaned back and spread his legs, looking around the room. A tall skinnier man with copious body hair sat in the corner, leaning his head back with his legs spread and eyes closed. Another man quickly entered, heavier set with a large, grey bushy beard and multiple tattoos across his body. The only description that came to mind was “bear” in Tristan’s mind. Boldly, the bear took a seat next to Tristan, occasionally adjusting himself under the too small towel for his larger frame. Tristan sat patiently, slowly rubbing a hand negligently across his chest and down his trim, muscled stomach. He’d told himself that he would take any and all advances tonight, but it had to be from guys who made the first move. Cautiously, the bear finally let his thigh rest against Tristan’s. Noticing he hadn’t moved away, the older man took it as an open invitation and grabbed Tristan’s hand, lifting the towel up and setting it on a rather decent sized 7 inch dick, more on the girthy side. Slowly, Tristan began to stroke it, enjoying the feeling of the foreskin moving back and forth as it hardened. He felt as the bear slowly lifted my towel up as well, feeling my much longer but thinner 8.5 inch dick. “Packing some heat there boy,” he said, slowly giving it a few tugs, firmly moved his hand away, as I continued to work his. “Only interested in getting fucked,” Tristan said firmly, giving his cock a firm squeeze, “Want to breed me?” “Fuck yeah,” the man said, living the back of my towel and looking at my ass. Slowly the younger man stood up and shuffled over, letting him put his hands on the trim waist and guided him down onto his waiting dick, now throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Grabbing the bottle of poppers, he took a few hits before letting his weight down on the man’s lap, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out, thankful to have pre lubricated before hand. The bear quickly pulled his ass down hard, fully sheathing his cock inside Tristan’s guts in one firm motion. He let out a deep groan, enjoying the feeling as man slowly lifted him back up and off his dick, slowly setting up a steady pace to the fucking. “You neg, boy,” he asked, slightly out of breath as he firmly worked Tristan up and down on his cock like a toy. “Yeah man, how about you,” the younger man groaned, enjoying the hard pounding he was giving him as he continued, “No loads refused here.” “No clue,” he replied, his meaty and now sweaty hands gripping tightly, “Part of the fun of coming to a bathhouse, ain’t it? Getting fuckin’ close bro. Been taking all loads myself though, so who knows.” “Fuck yeah, give it to me,” Tristen moaned, ready for what would be the first of many unknown loads of the night. “Here it comes,” the man growled as he began to unload deep inside Tristan, finally pulling him down hard onto his lap to plant it even deeper. “Yeah… breed the cunt,” the man across from them now watched them with anticipation and he slowly jerked his long thin cock, the piercing on the tip glinting in the dim light of the steam room, “Mind if I have a turn?” Tristan nodded, smiling as he slowly picked himself up off the bear’s cock. “Thanks for the load, man,” Tristan said, watching as the bear slowly wiped the remains of his load off the tip of his dick. The man gave a slightly pained nod, the tip still sensitive. Quickly, Tristan walked across the small space, quickly letting the new man position his dick into place and pulling Tristan down on it. “Fuck yeah, love sloppy seconds,” the new man said, as the bear slowly got up and stood in front of Tristan. Reaching down, the bear’s meaty thumb pulled down Tristan’s bottom lip as he aimed the head of his cock at his face. Opening his mouth, Tristan felt as the bear began to piss in it. Not missing a beat, he leaned forward and clamped his mouth down, greedily gulping down the strong, hot, bitter and salty liquid. “Fuck yeah, you’re a nasty pig, aren't you,” the skinny man fucking his ass said, fucking his ass with gusto at the perverted sight. “Yeah man, gulp down that hot smoker man piss,” the bear said, as he let his bladder loose, watching as Tristan slowly began to struggle gulping the massive amount down. Finally the stream slowed down to barely a trickle, and the bear pulled out, shaking the remainder on Tristan’s face. “Fuck, can’t wait to tell everyone about you, pig,” he said, grabbing his towel and emptying the room. “Fuck yeah man, hot watching you gulp down that piss while I fuck you,” the skinny man said, pushing Tristan forward and getting into a standing position. The man then bent him over, taking long hard strokes. “You seriously taking any loads man,” he asked, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of Tristan’s hips. “Yeah man. Why, you got something special for me,” he countered, enjoying the fuck and the feeling of his stomach being bloated on piss. “Poz load brewing in these nuts here,” the man said, his legs shaking at the strain of fucking so hard, “Unmedicated and highly toxic.” “Oh fuck yes,” Tristen moaned, “I want that fucking load in my guts, sir.” The man nodded, silently fucking him until he suddenly let out a gasp, letting his cock freely spew its venom deep in Tristan’s guts. They stood there in silence, both breathing hard before the otter pulled out, sitting back on the tiled seat and grabbing a towel, rubbing it on his face. “You definitely are looking to get knocked up,” the man said, tossing the towel at Tristan, “I’m Brent, by the way.” “Tristan, and yeah, been wanting to get pozzed for too long,” he replied, sitting beside him catching his breath. “Fuck yeah man, love getting with a fellow chaser,” Brent replied, grinning at Tristan, “Want some help tonight? Never seen you around here before, and I know all the really toxic guys.” “Hell yeah, I want to walk out of here with everything I can,” Tristan said, grinning back. “Come with me,” Brent said, getting back up and grabbing Tristan’s hand, “I got a room. I’ll find you all the bugs you can get.” Smiling, Tristan grabbed his discarded towel and followed, ready for the night ahead. ——— Laying down ass up on the dirty mattress in the room, Tristan laid there and began to slowly work his fingers into the loose, slimy mess slowly seeping out of his hole. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he stick the fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean and enjoying the taste of his ass mixed with the two loads. Quickly enough, Brent returned with a bald, skinny man, his skin sagging slightly, giving him a mostly wasted look. “He’s wanting the dirtiest loads we can give him,” Brent explained, as he got on the bed and spread his legs, giving access to his cock and balls. Tristan greedily began to suck the cock, feeling as the man wordlessly entered his ass. The skinny body draped over him, the man’s hips digging into his firm round ass as the man slammed hard inside him, letting out a shaky moan as he got closer and closer. “Tell Tristan here what’s going inside him,” Brent said, suddenly grabbing a pack of cigarettes and lighting up, blowing a cloud of smoke in Tristan’s face. “Got myself a massive viral load,” the older guy said, his voice rattling with phlegm as he spoke, “Lab said it was in the millions. Doc said I’ll need to go on meds soon. Been so fucking sick lately and finally felt good enough to come tonight. Glad I did. Rare fucking treat getting to shoot my demon seed in a hot neg hole.” Tristan groaned around Brent’s cock, the sickly man groaning as he began to shoot inside him. It took all of his willpower not to shoot with him as he imagined the deathly ill man’s seed soaking into his guts, the virus quickly taking root and spreading like wildfire in his veins. The man’s hips slowly stopped twitching, and he pulled his cock out with a plop, the tainted cum drooling down Tristan’s balls. “That’s for taking my load, hope you get what your looking for,” the man said, wiping his dick along Tristan’s ass before getting back up and walking out without another word. Pulling is cock out of Tristan’s mouth, Brent looked down at him and smiled, blew more smoke in his face. “How was that, fucker?” he said, watching as Tristan pulled out one of the cigarettes from his pack and lighting up, rolling over onto his back. Normally, he only smoked when he was out drinking with friends, but after the amazing fuck he’d just had, he decided now was a good time as any for one. “Fuck yeah,” Tristan groaned, watching the smoke escape from his lungs, “This is what I’ve been needing. So fucking hot knowing that any load I get here tonight could be the one man.” “Trust me, I know,” Brent chuckled, his lips pursed as he blew out his smoke, “How long you been chasing, bro?” “Little over a year,” Tristan began to explain, playing with the smoke as he began to retell his journey to Brent, going into detail of each load he’d taken that he could remember. “Damn that’s hot,” Brent said, tossing the spent butt in the corner of the room, “Hearing all that makes me want to join in the fun. I’m gonna go find us both some more toxic loads. Feel free to help yourself to the pack.” ——— Several hours later, Brent and Tristan decided to call it quits, each losing count as load after load was shot into each of them. Eventually the number of guys dwindled down to nearly nothing, and the two decided to go back to the locker room for a quick shower before changing back into their clothes. In the shower, Brent found a large plug abandoned in the corner and showed it to Tristan, with only a brief nod, the two quickly worked the plug deep inside Tristan, locking the countless loads of tainted cum deep inside, quickly followed by Brent procuring one as well from his locker. After a quick exchange of phone numbers, the two separated, going in different directions into the weak morning light. ------------------------------------------------- Vote NOW: A) Purchased for a Night B) Keeping It In the Family C) Cottaging for Beginners D) Orders from the Boss Keep in mind the top two will be written for a double feature in about a week and a half at most, and anyone posting two choices will got with the first listed unless a tie occurs. Again, sorry for the issues on the first attempt at this story. It was my fault for not reading and noticing the rules more closely. Also, as always, I read every comment and will gladly consider any suggestions of something someone wants to see.

@kitpig Oh, it will definitely become important pretty soon. @nymidtowneast I try not to... @Medwaym That's the goal 😛 Work is progressing well on a secret side project I'm working on. Hopefully we will hit a post soon to be able to post. Working also on some other things on the side, and plan on trying to keep a few chapters written ahead on this story so it can be updated each week on Friday. -------------------------------------------------------------- Lesson 11- Influence: The Psychology of Persuasion We sat in silence for a few minutes as Greg drove the car to our next destination, the sound of music playing softly providing the only noise as we drove. My ass throbbed, aching at the continued onslaught of the day as Greg slowly rubbed my leg and I watched the buildings passing by. Finally, Greg spoke, turning my attention to him. “You made me very proud today, boy,” he said, smiling at me and I exhaustedly smiled back, “I know Jason really put you to the test today, and you passed with flying colors.” I nodded, the soft sounds of the car slowly causing me to feel how tired I was. “Thank you sir,” I said, trying to fight back a yawn. “Getting tired already?” He asked, his hand now drifting up to my neck and slowly stroking the same spot as before, eliciting a happy and tired groan from me. “Yeah, just a little,” I said, closing my eyes as he continued to stroke that spot, “Did we need to go anywhere else? I just need some coffee and I’ll be ready, sir.” “No, boy,” he said warmly, “Just relax back and I’ll wake you up in a bit.” I nodded again, letting my head rest back. I didn’t notice that I had drifted asleep until I felt Greg slowly begin to wake me up, causing me to open my eyes with a small start. Looking around, I quickly realized the car was now off and sitting in the two men’s garage. “Come on, time to get up,” Greg said, undoing my seatbelt, “Go upstairs and take a bit of a nap so you’re a bit more refreshed for Daddy Mike when he gets home.” I let out a sleepy nod, before getting myself out of the car and walking into the house, before climbing the stairs and flopping on the massive bed, drifting easily back to sleep. Sleepily I felt a weight on the bed a short while after as my pants were pulled down slightly, and what had to be Greg’s cock slid in deep. Unable to open my eyes, I felt as he slowly rubbed my shoulders, pistoning gently in my ass. I slowly began to stir, reaching back and feeling his solid chest. “Shhh…. Go back to sleep boy, daddy’s just adding some lube for later,” he whispered, slowly rubbing his hands on my back as he slowly fucked me. I nodded sleepily, letting my body relax as he went to work on my ass, feeling myself drifting off as exhaustion slowly took hold of me again. He must have fucked my ass for a few minutes before he grunted, a warm feeling flooding my insides. “God you are so beautiful,” he said, making me feel warm and happy at the words as I sleepily laid there, “Just let that gift marinate in you while you sleep. You did such a good job today. Go back to sleep now.” It must have been a few hours later when I woke up again, feeling as someone new slowly crawled onto the bed and began to gently pull my pants down again. Two large hands slowly began to massage my asscheeks, causing me to happily relax my legs apart. “Fuck that is one sexy hole,” Mike’s voice whispered, as one of his fingers slowly massaged the ring of my hole, “You want daddy’s load in there too?” Quietly, I spread my legs further, pushing my ass up. Slowly, I felt the tape from the paper on my ass get peeled off, followed by the feeling of the covering being pulled off. “That turned out real nice,” Mike said, slowly dipping down and kissing my neck, “Daddy Greg said you passed the test today with Jason. You have no idea how happy that made me to hear. You even got Jason to shoot a big load for us to use.” I nodded sluggishly, still slightly sleepy as I sighed, shifting my ass up a little higher to meet Mike’s groin as he somehow found the exact same spot on my neck as Greg. “He also said you have a sweet spot there,” Mike whispered, his breath tickling my neck as he spot, making me shiver slightly, “Why don’t you tell daddy what you want… he might just give it to you.” “Please breed me, sir,” I groaned into the mattress, my hips levitating off the bed as I felt Mike reach around and slowly reach under my shirt and peel the covering and tape on my lower stomach. “Yeah, growing boy like you needs a refill of dirty spunk, don’t you,” Mike asked, as I felt him sit up, hearing the sound of his zipper going down and the sound of his pants shuffling down, “Would you like that? Daddy to fill you up with his special cream as a treat for being such a good pig boy?” I nodded, my head pressed down into the comforter as I felt his large dick slowly begin to press into my ass. A warm liquid dripped down onto my ass, kept in place by the head of Mike’s cock threatening to breach my insides. I let out a soft groan as I felt the large cock slowly push into my well fucked ass, the liquid just barely lubricating it as he firmly slid deep inside me. “So warm and soft,” Mike said, as he slowly began to fuck my ass, “Like it was made to take my dick and loads. Tell daddy what you want.” “Please breed me, sir,” I moaned, waking up more as the sensation of Mike fucking me woke me up more. “Daddy’s going to go nice and slow on this spit fuck. I want to enjoy this beautiful pig hole,” Mike said, draping his larger body over mine as he began to kiss and lick the sensitive spot on my neck. The sensation caused me to involuntarily clamp down, my hole feeling tight as I began to feel hornier and hornier. “Fuck yeah, son, grip the dick that’s going to help remake you,” Mike whispered, fucking my ass a little harder, pushing in deeply with each stroke. We laid there in silence as Mike continued to slowly work, his strokes slow and hard, as my ass continued to grip tightly onto him. “Getting close boy,” Mike groaned after a while, “What do you want me to do?” “Feed my ass, daddy. Please breed me with your toxic load,” I said again, moaning as the large cock slid across my prostate, “I want infected.” “Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna give you every drop. Fill you up with his tainted load, “ he said, pressing his groin hard against my ass, “I can’t wait until you have my bug in you.You want our virus to be the one to change you, don’t you?” I nodded breathlessly, turned on as he spoke. “You have no idea how happy it will make us when you finally get knocked up,” he groaned, “Knowing our seed is the one to change you and free you. Make you into the perfect cum whore.” “I want it so bad,” I moaned into the mattress, my ass quivering uncontrollably all of the sudden, “Please poz me. Please.” My ass suddenly felt soaking wet, making me at first think Mike had already shot in me. “Fuck boy,” Mike said, his voice shuddering as he began pumping my ass harder, “That beautiful ass of yours is cumming around my toxic dick. Getting so fucking wet. Fucking drooling knowing its going to get what it needs. Isn't that right?” I could only let out a chocked sob as my ass continued its involuntary quaking, making my toes curl and my legs feel weak. My entire lower abdomen almost felt like it was cramping, spasming repeatedly. “Here it comes boy, time for you to take a big dose of the bug,” Mike groaned, suddenly picking up pace to a near frenzy, “Hhhoooooh fuck…..” I felt as Mike began to squirt deep inside me, my ass feeling impossibly wet, his cock shoved as deep as it could go and he held me tightly in place. “Oh my god,” Mike said breathlessly, his hips bucking occasionally as his orgasm subsided. Gently, he rolled us both onto our sides. My legs felt like rubber as I finally stopped shaking and quivering. Slowly he brushed his hand through my hair as he lazily kissed my neck. After a few minutes, I felt his cock deflate and he pulled out with a soft plop. “Absolutely beautiful,” Mike said softly, his hand now slowly rubbing up and down my stomach as I slowly came down off the high of our fucking. I felt a slight blush on my cheeks as he spoke, unable to think of a decent reply. Finally, he let out a sigh before getting up. “Come on sweet boy… Time to go down and eat some dinner,” Mike said, walking into the bathroom before coming back out with a hand towel, “Clean up and come downstairs when you're ready.” I nodded, and grabbed the towel, watching as he walked out of the room, leaving me to clean myself up. Bringing the towel to my ass, I noticed the massive amount of wetness. After a while, I felt clean enough and pulled my pants up, bringing the towel with me, unsure where to put it. I was greeted by the sight of Mike and Greg in the kitchen, chatting. Both of them turned the attention to me. “Sleeping beauty awakens,” Greg said smiling, nodding to the plate on the counter, a portion of what looked like pasta sitting on it. Coming over, Mike grabbed the towel from me and giving me a tender kiss. He walked off into the house as I sat down at the counter. “Daddy Mike was just telling me he made your ass cum around his dick,” Greg said, taking a drink from his glass as he leaned back, watching as I sat in front of the meal, “Words can’t describe how jealous I am to have missed that.” I blushed and looked down at the plate, feeling embarrassed at his words. “Boy literally was flooding his own ass. Felt absolutely amazing,” Mike said, having returned. “Go ahead, eat up,” Greg said, gesturing again at the plate. I sat in silence, slowly eating as the two began to talk. “So, you might be wondering what the tattoo on your ass was for,” Greg began, taking a sip of his drink, “It’s a QR code. Links up to a special website of sorts.” I nodded, relishing the food as began eating it quicker. I was surprised how hungry I was. “Friend of ours is a genius when it comes to coding and site building,” Mike explained, pulling out his phone and unlocking it, “So we called in a favor and had him make a special webpage just for you. You’re one of the first boys to test out his new app.” I nearly spit out the food as I looked at the screen of Mike’s phone, seeing several thumbnails of me, the newest of which was of me and Ben in the cigar lounge. “We’ve made sure your face is blurred out, so don’t worry,” Greg said, leaning over the counter and scrolling along the page, “The plan is to make it so guys can post their videos of you, and make it so they can request to dump a load in you.” Greg pointed to the screen as he continued speaking. “If we allow a person to cum in you, it will automatically text you and let you know we approve. That way you don’t have to worry about breaking the rules when you get the need for a load in you,” Mike said, “The videos are to show you are our pig and to showcase how talented you are.” I sat there, speechless, the food in front of me forgotten in the moment. “We both want you to become a true cum pig, and we can’t be around all day to flood that sexy hole of yours,” Mike continued to explain, “If a guy isn’t allowed to cum in you, he’ll get a text explaining why and what we have planned.” “We want it to be a surprise for you, so no being naughty and asking,” Greg said, smiling, “We still plan on giving you our loads all the time, but we also want to see you grow as a pig.” “I…. Uh….” I replied, unsure how I felt about it. “You don’t have to if you don’t want,” Greg said, reaching across the counter and rubbing his hand on mine as he spoke, “But know that it will make both of us happy seeing you going out and collecting loads for what we have planned. And we might have to give you a treat if you make our friends happy. Especially if you come over preloaded when its time to play.” I nodded slowly, still feeling unsure. “I guess that would be kind of hot,” I said, “I mean… I’d rather it be you guys to infect me… but if this what you want… I guess its ok if you guys want someone else to…” “Oh, pig, don’t worry,” Mike said, smiling, “The only people we’re allowing the pleasure of breeding you are ones we know carry our strain. So don’t worry about that. We have every plan into making you ours. But we also want you to grow your need for cum and cock.” I nodded, feeling a little better. “And if you don’t like it, like everything else, you can stop,” Greg said, “Our friend is trying to develop this into a new app, so he said he’s happy to pay you for your time and energy.” “I mean… I can… I guess,” I replied, still a bit unsure at how I felt, “Um… if I say no or stop, are you guys going to stop seeing me?” “Boy, don’t worry,” Mike said, walking around the counter and giving me a hug, “This won’t have any bearing on what we do with you. This is just to make things easier for a growing pig like you. If you don’t want to, you truly don’t have to. Think of this as another way to please us.” “OK, I’ll give it a try then,” I said, relaxing at his words, “As long as you guys want me to.” “The guys on the app will be able to submit a recording of what they do, so we don’t miss out,” Greg said, nodding at me to continue eating. “If we’re being honest,” Mike continued, gripping my shoulder as I ate, “We kind of want to make a certain couple of friends of ours jealous. You’d be doing us a favor by showing them how much hotter of a boy you are for us than theirs.” “Ok, as long as it makes you both happy,” I said, smiling. “Very. Now eat up so you can get home,” Mike said, kissing the top of my head, “As much as we both would like to fuck you all night long, we kind of have plans this weekend and have to pack.” With that, I ate my food, looking at my phone when it dinged and a link from Greg popped up. “Take a look at that when you get home,” Greg said, smiling at me, “See what there is on there tonight and we’ll text you when we get back in town.” Within a short amount of time, I was finished with the meal, and Mike and Greg walked me to the door. Handing me the large bag from the cigar lounge, Greg gave me a deep kiss. Mike came behind me and slowly kissed my neck, his groin rubbing on my ass. “Fuck its going to suck not being able to pound this hot ass,” Mike said, groaning into my neck. “Hey, I wanted to cancel, and you said we couldn’t,” Greg said, breaking apart from our kiss. “Yeah…. Yeah… I know…” Mike said, slowly releasing me from the embrace and playfully smacking my ass, “Go ahead and get home, boy. Before we get too tempted to keep you here.” I smiled, and walked out the now open door, giving the couple a small wave as I walked out into the slowly fading light of the evening. Walking back home, I couldn’t help but grin at the amount of fun I had that day. I entered the door, the sound of the tv playing in the background and what was likely my mother cleaning dishes. I poked my head in and saw my dad sitting on the couch, watching the news and he typed away on his laptop. “Hey, I’m home,” I said, looking over at the tv as some news story about a genetics lab played on the screen, with something about the military on site, “I already ate, so I’m going to head upstairs.” “Had fun?” He asked, not looking up as my mom came up next to me, giving me a slight hug before sitting down next to him. “Yeah, just going upstairs,” I said, smiling. “Don’t forget to take out the trash,” he said, looking up briefly at me. “Yeah, I’ll get it in a second, just have to put my stuff upstairs,” I said, motioning at the bag I had in my hand, “Might go for a jog after, if that’s ok?” “Sure thing sweetheart,” my mother replied, turning her attention to me, “Don’t forget we have a family dinner tomorrow. Your sister and her fiancé are coming over, so make sure you're here, ok?” “Ugh… mom… please don’t make me,” I groaned, remembering vividly the last family dinner, complete with my sister having a full meltdown, “Jen has become a real shit to be around.” “Language,” my dad said, looking at me above his reading glasses. “You know she’s just stressed with the wedding coming up,” my mom said, trying to explain, “She’ll be back to herself once it's all done.” “Fine… but I’m out of here the second she goes nuts,” I said, rolling my eyes, “Which we all know will happen.” With that said, I slowly climbed up the stairs, before entering my room, setting the bag down and unceremoniously flopping down. Slowly I began to unload the bag, finding a place in my closet for the humidor and pipes, before discovering a small handful of condoms in the bottom and a couple of small brown glass bottles. Last a few plugs of trying sizes from small to obscenely large. I recognized one of the smaller ones as the toy that was in my ass earlier. I guess they were serious about collecting loads, I thought to myself as I put a few in my pocket. Looking in the corner of my closet I noticed the small mini-fridge I had stowed away deep in the corner, not being able to fit it in my dorm room the pervious semester. That will come in handy for storing them, I mused, fussing around with the back and locating the power cable in the dark space. Grabbing it, I hefted the small fridge up and carried it out, looking around and deciding on putting it on the far side of my bed, conveniently hidden from the doorway. Crawling under my bed, I finally was able to plug it in, a soft hum emanating from it as it kicked on. With a satisfied huff, I sat back down, wiping a few beads of sweat from all the exertion. Next, I pulled out the brown bottles, examining a few. The various bright labels and bold lettering immediately tipped me off to them being poppers, each a different brand. Thinking back to when I had used them in the basement with Greg and Mike, I stowed them away in the small fridge, turning the small dial to its highest cooling setting, keeping one out for myself. After a few minutes, I grabbed a cigar from the closet, making quick work on popping it over the small trash bin next to my desk and cutting the tip in preparation. I then reached over to pocket my headphones before walking downstairs. Tugging the trash bin down our driveway, I began to walk the long way around to the park. As I walked past the two men’s home, I noticed the dark windows, telling me that they had likely already left. Curiosity finally got me, and I decided to pull out my phone and click on the link. My phone quickly loaded the site, as a logo at the top proudly said “pigloadr.” A brief description was written below which I decided to skim, as well as what looked like a few reviews. 19 yr old pig looking to get whored out by two proud dad owners. Selective breeding currently, but willing to take leftovers home for later use. Please send requests for breeding before dumping inside. Pig WILL be punished if he lets you cum without permission. Smoking is a plus, and owners ask that the pig be encouraged to do so. Pig likes verbal breeding and is into ws. Video submissions will be compensated. Pig is very friendly and loves domination. ***** - would breed again, pig has a very twisted mind and loves swapping smoke. - B **** - Amazing ass, downrated cause I couldn’t breed. Will add star when I get to add mine. - J ***** - Hole is amazing. Loves taking our dirty loads. - G I could easily guess who each review was from, causing me to smile and let out a small laugh. Apparently, this had been planned for a while from my guess. Several videos appeared below, which I quickly recognized to be me in several different locations. I quickly looked around before reaching into my pocket and pulling out my headphones, putting them in and clicking play. My walk went quick as I watched the video of me in the cigar lounge, feeling myself get hard in the cage as I watched myself getting fucked hard by Ben, my face blurred as you could just barely make out the shape of the cigar in my mouth, puffing away. I had to admit it was a really hot scene as it finished, looking up and finding myself at the entrance to the park Slowly, the streetlights now started to flicker to life as twilight set in. Scrolling down to see what other videos there were, I noticed a button that said “offline.” Looking around, I decided to try out the button, tapping it as it instantly switched to “online” and gave a GPS pin on a map, showing a generic point over the park I was currently at. Seeing nobody around, I decided to pull out the cigar and quickly lit it, relishing the feeling as the thick smoke flooded my lungs. “Might as well try it out,” I said to myself before I slowly began to walk into the park.