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Chapter 7: Darkness Unbound Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:00 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “That….. That’s his sock…” Lockjaw said, pointing down at the ground as Elias and Gravestone came up beside him. “He had them on this morning and… Why is his sock here?” Elias and Gravestone looked around, hoping to possibly find any other signs of the missing soldier around before Elias finally noticed the large puddle of clear liquid shining in the dim light of the hallway. Lockjaw picked up the sock, and found it sopping wet, covered in the same slimy residue that the team found earlier. His head was filled with new, confused questions. “Commander, over there,” he said, pointing at the end of the hall. “There’s another puddle of that liquid.” Suddenly, Lockjaw broke out into a sprint, running down the hall. “Sticks, are you down here?!” he frantically yelled, giving just a passive glance into the various rooms. “Please, just call out so I know you’re here!” “Shit, Lockjaw, get back here, we still need to clear the rest of the floor!” Gravestone yelled, as the two broke out into a run, trying to take off after him. “Lockjaw, stop man, we will find him, just hold on,” Elias yelled, holding his gun loosely at the ready, unnerved at the lack of response. Lockjaw rounded the corner, quickly vanishing from their sight. His boots echoed ominously down the hall. “God damn it, this is turning into a real problem fast,” Gravestone said, keeping pace with Elias as they both tried to follow, unable to close the distance as Lockjaw frantically continued his search. “I’m going to have to address this as soon as we finish the mission.” “I’d say give the guy a break, but yeah… this is totally against protocol,” Elias said. “He’s starting to lose it, sir.” They continued their chase, rounding the next corner. To their horror, more and more puddles of clear liquid dotted the floor. Suddenly, they both watched as Lockjaw’s step faltered, slipping in one of the puddles and sending him careening into the wall in front of him. Crashing to a stop, his hand accidentally slammed down on the large red fire alarm, catching the pull in the process. Immediately, a large metal shutter slammed down between the two men and Lockjaw, and the lights flickered off, the only light coming from the now flashing red lights over the doors. The dim light was occasionally pierced with a regular strobe of light. The hallway was suddenly flooded with the sound of the fire alarm blaring, three short chirping klaxons repeating over and over. Finally making it to the metal rolling door, Elias began trying to pull up on it, frustrated when he was unable to make it budge. “Lockjaw, can you hear me?” Gravestone yelled, pounding his fist on the metal door. “Are you okay?” Finally, they saw the door getting banged on in return. “Shit… sorry Commander, I-I didn’t mean to slip,” Lockjaw replied, his voice muffled behind the door. “I can’t get the door to open.” “Just… stay there while we figure out how to get it open for you,” Gravestone replied, his voice louder than usual as he tried to raise it above the alarm. Looking around, he scrubbed his hand over his face in frustration. “Kade… any ideas?” “Um… I think maybe the security office might have an override?” Elias replied in a near yell, putting his hands on his hips as he looked around. “Good idea. Lockjaw!” Gravestone yelled, putting one of his fingers in his ears from the loud noise. “We’re going to reset the alarm and see how we get you out of there. Stay put!” Quickly the two men pulled out their flashlights, cutting into the darkness. They slowly backtracked to the lobby as they spoke, the sound of the fire alarm dimming the further distance they walked. “Damn it, this day just keeps getting worse,” Gravestone sighed, looking at the map on the wall. “First the survivor and Sticks, now Lockjaw, and we’re walking around in the darkness.” “I’m sorry sir, I should have anticip-” Elias began to apologize before being cut off short. “Don’t. It’s nobody’s fault,” Gravestone said, shaking his head. “You had no way of knowing how everything would turn out. Although I feel like the further we go, the more it seems we weren’t given anywhere near all the information. You know what I mean?” “I…. yeah…” Elias replied, seeing the commander’s point. “Nothing is really making sense so far tonight. The mission brief was pretty clear that this was just a simple in and out, information and survivor extraction.” “Exactly, and knowing General Krell, the fucker has decided to keep up out of the loop for his own benefit,” Gravestone said, slamming his fist on the wall before waling down the hall. “Just like Berlin all over again.” “What exactly happened in Berlin?” Elias said, looking over at Gravestone briefly as they walked down the hall towards the stairwell. “I’ve heard bits and pieces, but everyone seems pretty tight-lipped.” “Krell was the one who approved the lab to make the virus that almost wiped out the city,” Gravestone explained as they walked. “He sold it to the upper brass as a global safety concern, found a way to protect the general public from the Marburg-Lyssa variant, and hired a genetics lab there to help develop a vaccine. Got billions to spend towards it after that outbreak a few years ago down in Uganda.” Opening the door to the stairwell, Elias entered, holding the door behind him to let Gravestone through as he continued speaking. “Turns out, the lab they were using wasn’t anywhere near equipped to handle working with the virus, and instead of creating a vaccine, they made it airborne. A sample got out and was infecting people like wildfire. Krell ordered a part of the city to be firebombed in an effort to sweep it all under the rug. Actually tried to blame our team for the bombing, saying we went rogue. Congress found out, and in an effort to save face, decided to force him into retirement instead of the backlash of the US losing total control of the situation.” “Jesus… that was him?” Elias said, opening the door to the lobby as he continued. “I thought that was just a random outbreak.” “That’s the story the general public got. Personally, I think Krell might have been pocketing some of the funds. Guy always seems to have his hand in these company’s pockets. But never got anything concrete,” Gravestone continued, looking again at the map. “This way to security. Needless to say, I don’t trust Krell in the slightest. And neither should you.” —----------------- Helixion Genetics, Corporate Office Building, Temporary Security Room, Fourth Floor. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:02 MST. 30-OCT-20XX An alert popped up on the General’s laptop. “Fire alarm triggered, building 3, corridor 7, basement level 1.” General Krell sat up straight in his chair, startled by the pop-up. He tried to listen closely, but the alarm couldn’t be heard from his secure room. He instantly rose, and went to the window, expecting to see the entire facility going up in flames. What met his gaze was the silence of night, and no burning buildings in sight. Apart from the blinking lights that could be seen inside a well-placed window with a view, nothing about Building 3 seemed out of the ordinary. “Dammit,” the General swore. “What are they doing over there? This was supposed to be a covert operation!” His fist came down on the windowsill, producing a dull thud that hardly did justice to his frustration. He instantly pulled out his mobile phone, selected a number from the speed dial, and held the device to his ear. “Yeah, it’s the General,” he said hurriedly. “The fire alarm in Building Three has been set off. Intercept the emergency response call, and tell them not to come.” Pause. “Yes, understood. There is no visible fire from outside, but the built-in containment system should be able to handle it.” Another pause while he listened. Then he moved back to his computer, and sat down. “I’ve got it here.” The person on the other end gave him instructions, and he began to type with both hands while holding the phone between his left shoulder and his ear. “I don’t have eyes inside yet, but heat sensors show absolutely nothing. So there probably is no fire.” Taking the phone back in his right hand, he continued to listen. “That’s right. See to it.” He closed the phone, and exhaled loudly through his nose. “Black Sigma, don’t fuck this up. I will not be disgraced again.” —------------ Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 1. Opposite side of the metal shutter. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:00 MST. 30-OCT-20XX. Lockjaw began to panic. Try as he might, the door wouldn’t go back up. In his mind, he envisioned coming out the other side through another room, and wouldn’t Reaper and Gravestone be surprised? Then they could resume looking for Sticks, and all would be well again. He put his back against a wall, and slid down in defeat. He began to imagine the worst: that other metal doors came down in other parts of the facility and Sticks had been unlucky enough to be pinned beneath one of them; that he would be trapped in this strange place for days without food or sight of any soul; that he would search endlessly for Sticks and never find him. Then came the self-reproach. “I never should have left his side, not for an instant,” he whimpered. “I was so stupid to go off in a panic. Sticks, you idiot, why couldn’t you have waited for backup? Why did I let him put me on point like that?” Then he spoke aloud in a mocking voice, trying to imitate Gravestone. “Uh, no sense in taking risks! Lockjaw, you’re on point! Go fetch your stick! Ha!” Then in a normal voice, “Shit, I gotta get out of here. Sorry, commander, I can’t wait for you.” Lockjaw stood to his feet, brushed his pants with his hands, and wiped his face. He looked at the door accusingly, then down the rest of the hall. The blinking lights and the alarm were annoying, and he was grateful when they suddenly stopped. But the absence of the lights plunged the hall into near darkness, and his eyes could see little spots where the lights had previously been flashing. It was disorienting, so he waited until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He felt in his utility belt for his field light when he discovered the slot where it ought to be was empty. “Shit!” Then he remembered it flying out of his hand when he fell, and skittering across the floor away from him as the metal door came down. In the near darkness, he was able to make out movement some distance away. It crossed the hall from the left side to the right and disappeared. Might be two rooms over, possibly three or more. But it was enough to make Lockjaw curious. “Sticks? Is that you? It’s me.” He slowly moved down the corridor toward where he saw the movement, listening intently, and moving almost noiselessly, fearing that any sound he made would cause him to miss what he longed to hear. —---------------- Helixion Genetics, East Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. Security Room. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:04 MST. 30-OCT-20XX Tex recoiled from the monitor in abject horror. “Oh…. oh god…” he said above a whisper. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” He moved to a nearby trash can, and proceeded to dry heave over it. “Pussy. You ain’t got the stomach for this,” Stag said. He turned back to the monitor. The room they were viewing was now emptied of its occupants, save for the figure that slowly descended from the ceiling. Stag could tell by the figure’s movements that it was Zero. He didn’t have to see Zero’s face to know he was probably traumatized by what they just witnessed. It was then that Stag noticed he had a massive hard-on. He smirked at the realization that he just watched something truly fucked up, and he adjusted himself from outside his pants. Better than any of the wildest porn I’ve got at home! Fuck, that was wicked. Whatever those things were… they were beautiful. Then a new thought sparked in his head, and went into full bloom almost at once. I want to join in the fun. Stag suddenly had butterflies in his stomach while Tex continued to try to empty his to no avail. Stag had an instant to decide: stick to the mission, or go have a little fun. But to do the latter, he’d have to ditch Tex, and now was the best opportunity to do so. Then, for no reason at all, a jingle appeared in his head: In the army or the navy, ‘tis the same, you know, You must either take your chances, or away they go. It was part of a song in some goofy musical that he was dragged to on a date, and he was never able to forget it. Taking this as inspiration, he removed his service revolver from its holster, and turned it over in his hand. He held the gun backwards, the handle protruding. He took a couple steps over toward Tex, who was still bent over the trash can, much like an undergrad who drank too much on spring break would be found perched over a toilet bowl. Frustratingly, Tex lifted his head, coming almost face to face with Stag’s still hard and throbbing cock. “What the hell, man?” Tex backing away slightly. “Are you fucking hard right now?! You’re fucking sick…” “Sorry, buddy, but I can’t have you stopping me,” Stag said with a very slight twinge of fear for what he was about to do. Before Tex could react, Stag struck him over the back of the head with the revolver, and knocked him out cold. Tex fell face first into the can, which then fell over with a metallic clatter. Stag let out a sigh, surprised that he got it on the first try. Before he decided on senseless violence just for kicks, he holstered his weapon, and turned back to the monitors. After a minute of inspection, he found what he wanted, and swiftly let himself out of the security room, leaving an unconscious Tex lying on the floor with his head in a wastebasket. Upon exiting the security office, the alarm abruptly ceased, and the lights stopped flashing. Stag took out his flashlight, and proceeded back up the stairs. He silently prayed that he wouldn’t be spotted by any of his comrades in his flight. Absent-mindedly, he began to whistle the tune he remembered in the security room as continued his ascent. —------------- Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. Accounts receivable. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:15 MST. 30-OCT-20XX. Lockjaw had been resuming his search for his missing partner for only ten or so minutes, but it felt like an eternity. As the minutes passed, several agonizingly slow minutes, his concern began to increase. Sticks had just vanished without a trace. As wild scenarios began to form in his head, he kept reminding himself that it was just his imagination. But where was the thing he saw earlier? Could it have been his mind playing tricks? That he saw something only because he wanted to see it? Reaper told him to stay put, but if Sticks were down here after all, Lockjaw thought it better to find him now. At the very least, it would pass the time, and if he were successful, then he could relax and resume the mission. This was the only thing that kept him going as he continued to check every cubicle, under every desk, and in every room. “Damn, this place is huge,” he muttered. “And it’s just one of the buildings on campus!” He heard a distant, unidentifiable sound, and spun around toward where he thought it came from. “Hello? Sticks?” No answer. “Gravestone? Reaper?” He listened again, and got no reply. He may as well have asked the moon a question. Proceeding a few more stops, something new came into his vision. A boot, size 8. The exact same size as Sticks’s. Lockjaw quickly rushed forward to retrieve it, holding it in both of his hands like a valued treasure. Looking around, he tried to find the source of where it came from, sure that he’d finally found his absent lover. Holding it close to his body, he cradled it for a half a second before holding it away in near disgust. The smell coming from it wasn’t just that of a normal boot, but reeked, making his eyes water. “Jesus… how can it smell so bad?” Lockjaw asked himself out loud, jumping as a giggle in the corner of the room broke the silence. It caused him to drop and completely forget the boot. “Eric? Is that you?” Lockjaw called out, feeling around in the near darkness. “Hiiiiiii Adrian,” Sticks’s voice said, his voice sounding somewhat strange in Lockjaw’s ears. “I got pretty lost, but guess what….” “Where the hell… what happened?” Lockjaw said, finally finding him in the darkness, laying his hands on the smaller man’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. “Oh my god, you have no idea how glad I am that I found you!” Relief washed over him, followed by hope, then confusion, and finally, a resurgence of relief as his heart soared. Yet, questions still plagued him. “I missed you too, Adrian,” the smaller man rubbing his face around on his shirt. “I got sooooo lost. But guess what? I found a way out. Wanna see?” Lockjaw slowly pulled him away from his chest, his brain registering how wet it now felt. Touching one of his hands, he could just make out the shiny slickness on his fingers. Repulsed, he quickly wiped his hands on his pants in disgust. Grabbing his lover’s hand, Lockjaw slowly led him down the hall, stopping finally in front of the dull red glow of the exit sign. Looking down at Sticks, he slowly began to assess the smaller man. In the red glow of the sign, Lockjaw could just barely make out Sticks’s face, grinning almost like a loon, saliva dripping down his face, his pupils almost like two dark pools, sucking in the small amount of light. The smaller man’s flesh, fully exposed as he could now see, was almost feverish to the touch, a slight sheen of sweat covering it. His normally pale skin somehow seemed darker, and his veins seemed almost to stand out harshly. “Did you come in contact with something, baby?” Lockjaw said, running his hands gingerly across his skin, no longer concerned about his own safety from an infection, but instead wanting to find some sort of break in the skin. “Follow me, I want to show you the way out I found…” Sticks said, still grinning profusely, shaking out of the man’s grasp before gripping one of his hands, tugging him down the hall further. “Come with meeee, I want to show you.” At first, Lockjaw followed, unsure what to do as they almost seemed to go deeper into the facility. The two reached a stairwell, going down the stairs as Sticks began to hum a tune that Lockjaw couldn’t identify. Lockjaw began to get unnerved, unsure how Sticks could be so sure of where to go in the near darkness, at how they were going deeper into the building and not up and out. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore and stopped as they finally reached the bottom of the stairs. “Eric… I don’t think this is the right way… I think we need to go back up and have Patch or Tex take a look at you,” Lockjaw said, feeling more and more concerned that something was wrong, something that he couldn’t quite put a finger on. “NO!” Sticks said, the sudden change in mood causing Lockjaw to try and pull away, shocked at how strong of a grip Sticks had on his hand. Just as suddenly, Sticks’s mood was softer again, smiling and pulling Lockjaw in on a tight hug. “No, baby, I… I’m naked, and I want to show you the way out so I don’t get lost again,” Sticks almost sobbed, the wetness growing again on Lockjaw’s shirt as he spoke. “You don’t want me to get lost again, right?” “Um… Eric… why are you naked?” Lockjaw asked, his head feeling slightly fuzzy as an odd smell began to come off of Sticks. “What happened to you?” Suddenly, Sticks released him and went running through the door, giggling again as he ran. Lockjaw, worried, immediately ran after, trying to keep up. “Wait, stop running. Where are you –” Lockjaw called after, suddenly slipping in a large pool of liquid, the smell coming off Sticks being much stronger in the room they were now in, looking like a long maintenance hallway. Lockjaw fell onto his back, slightly dazed as the wind was knocked out of him. The smell of the hallway was making his head swim as he involuntarily gasped in a deep breath in pain. Suddenly, Sticks was sitting on top of him, almost straddling him as he finally got a good look at his face, the light in the hallway being just a touch lighter than the rest of the basement floors. Sticks’s skin had taken on a sickly shade of grey, his pupils blown wide with an almost orange tinge to his normally green iris. The veins in his skin stuck out, looking almost black under his pasty white skin. It was when Lockjaw looked at Sticks’s teeth that he realized just how odd and wrong everything was. The teeth themselves looked too sharp, like someone had taken a file to his teeth. Foul-smelling drool was dripping profusely out of his mouth, threatening to drip on his face. “Oh my god… Eric, what happened to you…” Lockjaw said in disbelief, unsure what to do as the much smaller man on top of him held him in place with almost an inhuman amount of strength. “Don’t worry, baby,” Sticks said, smiling almost evilly as he cocked his head to the side. “I’m going to make you feel soooo good. Just give in to everything. I have an amazing… gift for you.” The way Sticks said ‘gift’ just now gave Adrian pause. He slightly raised an eyebrow in response. Lockjaw’s attention briefly turned to the scream growl coming down the hall, echoing on the concrete walls. Panicked, he looked back towards Sticks when his face was suddenly covered in a clear sheet of saliva, getting into his eyes and mouth as he accidentally gasped in shock. The entire world was covered in a blur as he felt the spit seeping into his eyes, making them water as his brain began to feel numb. “Shhh…. Just relax and let it take over, baby…” Sticks said, lovingly stroking his hand through Lockjaw’s hair, his face in a harsh grin. “You’re going to feel so good in a few minutes. My new friends are going to be here, and then the reeeeal fun will begin.”

@kitpig Don't look at me. You think I know?! 😅 @Petereater Thanks! @hirondelle75 It's always important to have a good support system. And, I mean.... he's definitely getting there. @up4meat Thanks! I try to put stuff out there that isn't as popular, or is more on the unique side. You should check out the other two stories I'm writing currently. @leather-fanatical 🙂 So, this one is one the shorter side this update, but hopefully the next few chapters should be a bit more substantial. I hope everyone enjoys. -------------------------------------- Lesson 16: Positive Affirmations Slowly I woke up to the feeling of a warm body pressed up against mine, feeling a bearded face kissing and licking the side of my neck. At first I thought I was still dreaming, and groggily nuzzled my face into the neck of the other man. Another body slowly shifted onto the bed and pressed against me, slowly rubbing the side of my body and chest. I let out a happy groan, stretching out my legs languidly as the hand slowly worked up to my nipples, softly pinching them and working the piercing. The feeling slowly started to wake me up, cluing me in to the fact this was not just a pleasant dream. “Looks like we woke the boy up, Greg,” Mike said, chuckling softly, reaching up and softly grabbing my chin to turn it up towards his face, slowly kissing me. Greg, the man behind me, slowly drifted his hand down to my ass, feeling the massive plug still lodged in my ass, “Somehow he slept through his alarm going off, but go figure he wakes up for us.” “Someone forgot to put away one of the toys,” Greg laughed, gently tugging on the plug, eliciting a groan from me as he slowly pushed and pulled it, my ass gripping tightly on the silicon. Mike broke away from the kiss, gently running a few fingers through my hair. “Of course, after the show he put on for the camera in the dungeon, I guess we could allow it this one time,” Mike said, shuffling slightly in the bed and he kissed me again. “Such a cute sexy boy, kind of hard to get mad at him, isn’t it, babe?” Greg replied in agreement, still working the plug back and forth in short strokes, “After all, we had to drive through the night to come home and give him what he was begging for.” I blushed slightly, realizing there must be a camera somewhere in the basement that caught the previous day’s events. “Sorry… I should have asked,” I said, looking down instinctively as I spoke, my voice barely a whisper. “Don’t be sorry, boy,” Greg said, getting a firm grasp on the toy and giving it a few firm jiggles, making me gasp in surprise, “That was a hot little display there, watching our sexy slave boy stretching himself out and begging for another toxic load. We had it on repeat the entire drive home.” “Drove nearly nonstop even,” Mike added, reaching down and giving my balls a firm squeeze, “And since you’re already nice and open, how about me and Daddy Greg take that fat fucking plug out and give you what you need? You want that, don’t you baby?” I nodded silently, shocked that they’d driven through the night just to come and breed me. “Take a deep breath in and let it out slowly, boy,” Greg said, slowly tugging on the plug, eliciting a hiss of discomfort from me. I followed his instructions, a few tears welling up in my eyes as I felt the plug slowly begin to work out of my hole, the silicon tightly gripping the thin tender flesh of my asshole stubbornly. Finally, with a resoundingly loud pop, the plug was free from the confines of my ass, my ass feeling loose and empty in its wake. “There’s a good slut, nice and open now for us, aren’t you?” Greg asked sweetly, reaching over and placing the plug on the nightstand with a solid thump. “Yes sir,” I groaned, my voice sounding raw from the pain of removing the plug. “Why don’t you show us how grateful you are?” Mike said, pulling back the covers and grabbing his dick, shaking it at me. Slowly, I crawled down the bed and began to lick and suck Mike’s massive cock, as I felt Greg slowly begin to work several fingers in and out of my abused hole. “Fuck that’s a loose looking hole,” Greg said appreciatively, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling it apart, growling appreciatively as it easily opened under his manipulations, “So fucking stretched out and hungry looking.” “Let me see,” Mike said, gently pulling me off his cock by my hair, guiding me towards Greg as rolled over, looking at my ass as I moved. “Moving along much faster than we could ever have hoped,” Greg said, pulling his fingers out and moving his hands behind his head, looking down at me as I began to lick and suck his already hard dick. “Fuck that is a stretched out boy pussy,” Mike said in agreement, easily sliding four fingers in and out of my ass as he spoke, “Just a bit more training and he might be able to actually take a fist in there.” I groaned as I felt him slowly begin to work in his thumb as well, feeling my already abused asshole get stretched again. “Don’t worry boy, not tonight,” Mike said reassuring me, slowly working the 5 fingers inside me, spreading his fingers apart as he spoke, “You still need some training to take our fists in you.” I shook my head in acknowledgement as I continued to suck Greg’s cock, enjoying the taste of his precum slowly leaking out of the head. “Going to be a fucking blast being able to fist him and work our toxic loads into those walls,” Greg said, giving my ass a slight smack, “How about it, boy… you want us to train your ass to take a nice fisting? Might help speed up you getting our virus.” I pulled off his cock, looking back at him and nodded sheepishly. “God damn… so fucking sexy…” Mike groaned, slowly withdrawing his fingers and also giving my ass a solid smack, “Look at how it closes right back up with a little spanking.” “Fuck, I think it’s time we fuck a load in him,” Greg said, slowly jerking his cock as he spoke. “You first or me?” Mike asked, looking at Greg as he spoke, shoving his thumb back inside me. “Fuck that,” Greg said, shaking his head no, “Pig is nice and stretched out already, and we both know he can take both of us. You want that boy? You want to feel both your daddies flooding your slutty little ass at the same time with our potent seed?” Biting my lower lip, I nodded, enjoying the idea of feeling two large cocks working inside me at the same time, flooding my ass in unison. Grinning at me, Greg motioned for me to turn around and slowly pulled me up to his chest, grabbing my leg and pulling it across his body until I was straddling his pelvis. Rubbing his palm and thumb on my cheek, he pulled me down and slowly kissed me, lazily working his tongue into my mouth. I felt the bed shift as Mike slowly got behind me, guiding my ass down on Greg’s cock. I softly whimpered as I felt his cock slowly slide deep inside me, happy to feel filled again. Satisfied, Mike slowly shuffled up and slowly plunged his cock into me, the stretch more intense as his cock slid deep inside me along side his husband’s cock. “Fuck that’s nice and warm,” Mike said, slowly rubbing his hand along my back, “You’ve been need your daddies to flood your insides the whole time we were gone, weren’t you, son? Been needing our poz DNA coating your neg guts? “Oh… oh god yes…. Thank you Daddy,” I moaned, breaking the kiss with Greg as I spoke, “I love feeling you both breed me and fill me with your virus. I want to be infected by both of you and become your poz son.” “Yeah, we’re going to be your poz dads, aren’t we son?” Greg said, slowly running his hands up and down my ribcage, watching me intensely as I pushed down on their dicks, “Make you ours and use you as we see fit.” “Oh, fuck, yes daddy. I want to the personal cumdump for you,” I groaned, slowly beginning to fuck myself harder on their cocks, “I want your virus so bad. I want to get pozzed and be owned by both of you.” “Fucking right, son,” Mike said, pulling me against his chest as he began to fuck me hard and fast, “Already doing such a good job, letting us mold you into the son we want you to be. So fucking beautiful and willing to be reshaped to our whims.” “Yes… Thank you Daddy,” I groaned, wholeheartedly giving into the double fucking I was getting, “I need your poz cum in me so bad, Please give it to me.” “Fucking close already,” Greg said, his voice strained from the effort of holding back, “You close too babe? Shoot into our neg pig boy together at the same time?” “Fuck yeah… gonna shoot any second,” Mike said, as I could feel his sweaty chest against my back, “Your going to get a double dose of toxic seed in your ass, boy. Get ready…” I turned my head back and kissed Mike hard and fast, feeling as first his cock and the Greg’s began to jerk slightly inside me, both of their orgasms threatening to explode deep in me. Suddenly, Mike grunted and grabbed my hips, plowing me with increased speed as his began shooting inside me, his cum sloshing along Greg’s cock as his flooded my ass. Moments later, Greg let out a massive grunt and his cock then added a massive load to the mix. The sensation of the two massive loads of poz cum deep in my guts drove me over the edge and I took began to feel my ass spasm, clenching tightly on both of their cocks, causing both of them to gasp in surprise. “Boy’s ass is extra hungry for our DNA,” Mike said tightly, enjoying the feeling of my ass orgasming around both of them, squeezing both of their dicks tight, milking the remains of their loads out. Finally, my legs gave out and I slumped down on Greg’s chest, breathing hard. Slowly, Mike pulled out and flopped next to us, breathing hard and fast and Greg pulled me into a tight hug, his now soft cock plopping out of my sloppy hole. Lovingly, Greg slowly rubbed my back, squeezing my neck after each long stroke. “Thank you for coming home early,” I said quietly, slightly choking on the words nearly in tears as I spoke, unsure why I suddenly felt so emotional, “I really missed both of you so much… I’m sorry that you had to come home early and-” “Shhh…. Boy…. it’s ok,” Mike said, turning on to his side, now also rubbing my back. “I think we all could use some more sleep, especially after that amazing round of sex,” Greg said, gently rolling me between them. Nodding, I sniffed slightly and pressed myself tightly against Mike. Grabbing the covers, Greg pulled them over the three of us and settled against my chest, softly kissing my forehead. A new wave of exhaustion swept over me and I quickly fell back asleep between the two of them.

Story 4: At The Gym Todd stepped slowly in front of and flexed in the mirror of his tiny studio apartment, frowning somewhat before disgustedly slumping. Though one could say he was good looking, he’d always wanted to look more, well, hot. More masculine, more muscular. Like the countless guys he’d spent hours watching and shooting a load to on various porn sites. After 6 months though, nothing. Sure, he looked a little more trim, but no matter how hard he pushed himself, no gains were made. Sighing loudly, he grabbed his keys and water bottle, stepping out into the cool morning air. Jogging a few blocks, he stepped out of the dim morning light and into the surprisingly calm hustle of the gym. Looking around, he noticed a few men working out in the gym, his eyes immediately drawn to the monster of a guy lifting dumbbells, grunting loudly as he worked out. Immediately, Todd felt both horny and jealous, wishing he could get the types of gains that the gym bunny working out across from the bench he was sitting on had. Muscles on top of muscles, exuding a manliness Todd could only imagine. Suddenly, the guy met his eyes briefly for a second, causing Todd to fumble the water bottle he was holding. Trying to save face, he bent over and retied his shoes, feeling the blush on his face having been caught ogling again. For a few minutes, he continued to pretend to work at his shoelaces before finally digging up the courage to sit back up before looking down at his phone, pulling up the workout plan he felt he had foolishly purchased, seeing that today was unfortunately another cardio day. Putting in his headphones, he put on a high paced techno song to drown out the sounds of metal weights clanging and the whirring of different workout machines. Resigned, he walked over to the treadmills, noticing a hot looking couple of slightly less muscular guys running at full speed. Slowly he began to walk, letting his muscles warm up as the treadmill started with a lurch and he let his mind wander, building various hookup scenarios on the different guys in the gym. He’d be laying down on the workout bench, watching as the almost freakishly muscled gym bunny pulled his pants down and began teabagging his face, the massive set of bull balls likely hiding in his jockstrap resting on his cheeks as he hungrily licked and sucked on them, before the guy shoved his massive cock down his throat, putting on a show for the other muscled and oiled men as his legs we lifted by one of them. Closing his eyes, he let his imagination run wild, imaging as a line of men lined up and began to drop load after load in his hungry ass, feeling as their muscled thighs slapped hard against his ass, getting thrown back onto their groins as he was used as just another piece of gym equipment. Suddenly, he felt the treadmill stop with a jolt and he opened his eyes, confused before looking face to face with the muscled gym bunny he’d locked eyes with earlier. Nervously, he pulled out his headphones, shocked at the man staring back at him, an almost annoyed look on his face. “Oh, um… hi!” Todd said, his voice sounding small and making him cringe inwardly, “Do… Do you need something?” The man’s frown grew. Confused, Todd’s smile dropped. “I said, do you fucking mind?” the man said, crossing his arms over his chest. Even more confused, Todd looked around, noticing the hot guys a few treadmills down looking at him, smirks on their faces as they watched the interaction between him and the gym bunny. “Uh… I’m sorry?” Todd said, unsure what was going on, feeling as though he was missing some very crucial piece of information, sweat starting to drip down his forehead. “Look man, some of us actually come here to work out and not get their rocks off watching people making real gains,” the guy said, looking pissed as he spoke. “What?” Todd replied, perplexed at the situation before the guy motioned down lower at him, pointing at his pants. Looking down, Todd felt a hot blush break out across his entire body, as he saw his hard on protruding in full force through his loose gym pants. The horror of the situation caused his brain to shut down, unsure what to say. “I’d appreciate it if you stopped looking at me like a piece of meat and took care of that shit at home,” the man said, turning around and walking away. Hurriedly, Todd quickly rushed to the locker room, unwilling to look at anyone in the gym as he stormed across the space, his face feeling hot as he quickly slammed through the bathroom doors and promptly ran to a bathroom stall, locking it as fast as he could. For several minutes, he squeezed his eyes shut, hugging his arms around his chest and he waited, wondering how long it would take for everyone in the gym to leave so he could go home. Mentally, he beat himself down, telling himself he’d have to find a new gym, or better yet, maybe just leave town and never come back, knowing how quickly word in the gay community got around. Word would spread, he was sure of it, and details would likely get thrown in. He’d be the [banned word] that came in his pants running on the treadmill. Or probably that he whipped it out right in the middle of the gym and started jacking off in front of everyone. Reaching for the door, he slid the lock open and looked around, thankful that the locker room was empty. Rushing over to the locker, he fumbled for a minute, his hand shaking uncontrollably as he tried in vain to get the combination lock to hit the correct numbers. Suddenly, the door opened to the locker room, and the two men who’d watched everything between him and the gym bunny entered, laughing and talking as they came into the area and began to put their things away across from Todd’s locker. Clenching his hands, Todd turned his attention back to the lock, trying desperately to remain calm as he worked the lock again. He heard one of the men say something, not really catching his attention as he felt the blood rushing to his face once again, his ears ringing slightly as he fought back the feeling of utter humiliation from making him tear up. Todd jumped when he felt a finger tapping on his shoulder, looking over at the tall, muscular black guy staring at him with actual concern on his face. “Sorry… I’m leaving… I-I’m sorry…” Todd muttered, looking back down at the lock, biting his lips as he finished speaking. “Damn, babe,” the hispanic guy next to him said, pity in his voice, “Once again, looks like Spencer the gym rat scares another cute guy away from here. Guy really knows how to kick a guy in the balls.” “Look man,” the black guy said, slowly laying his hand on Todd’s shoulder reassuringly, “Spencer’s kind of the resident prick. Don’t worry about it. None of us are good enough for the muscle queen herself. He only goes for other roided out muscle gods like himself.” Letting a breath out he hadn’t known he was holding, Todd relaxed slightly and let go of the lock. “Yeah, man,” the hispanic guy said, pulling off his shirt, “I think he almost gets off making other guys feel inferior. Even when they’re hot and just enjoying the eye candy at the gym.” “I’m Alvin but everyone calls me Al. And my buddy there is Mateo,” the black man said, giving Todd’s shoulder a slight squeeze before releasing his shoulder and turning around. “Uh… Todd. Todd Cochran,” Todd said, holding out his hand to the men, feeling dumb as he did it, unsure whether to put his hand in his pocket or wipe it on his shorts. The hispanic man smiled warmly, shaking his hand, letting his thumb rub around on the top before slowly releasing it. “Well… Todd… Mateo and I were just about to jump in the showers, if you wanted to maybe join us?” Al said, grinning at Todd and he slowly began to strip naked, grabbing a few towels off the bench as he spoke. Todd stood in silence, wondering for a moment if he was reading the situation correctly, watching as Mateo also stripped off his clothes, tossing them quickly in his locker before following after Al. Looking behind him, Mateo drove the point home in Todd’s mind as he looked up and down on Todd’s body. “Be a shame to waste that hard on, don’t you think, man?” he asked, before walking out of the locker area toward the private shower stalls. Shocked, Todd stood there for a second, his mind racing as he was suddenly faced with the possibility of finally living out his fantasy. Snapping out of his stupor, he quickly began to fumble with the locker with a vigor, almost letting out a yell of triumph as the lock finally opened. As quick as he could, he stripped his clothing off, tossing them as fast as he could into the locker and slammed it shut. Grabbing a towel off the rack, he walked as fast as he could, following the sound of the shower head turning on and almost stumbled into the small stall, watching as Alvin and Mateo leaned back and slowly worked their quickly hardening cocks in their hands. “Told you he’d be fuckin game for it, man,” Mateo said, quickly pushing Todd down onto his knees under the shower spray, standing up and pushing his cock up to Todd’s lips. Hungrily, Todd sucked the large cock deep into his mouth, placing his hand over the large scorpion on Mateo’s stomach for balance. “Fuck yeah, suck that dirty cock,” Al said, watching in earnest as Todd quickly got to work sucking Mateo, lovingly licking and sucking the cock in anticipation for what was to come, “Show us how much you want it.” After a few minutes, Todd turned around and began to suck Al’s cock, compliantly standing up and bending over, giving Mateo access to his cock as he heard the man spit on his ass, the saliva dripping profusely on his hole. With Al’s cock deep in his throat, threatening to gag him, Todd let out a pained whimper as the large cock breached his hole, slamming hard and fast deep inside him, almost as if it was penetrating him to his core. “Oh, fuck, his hole is nice and tight,” Mateo groaned, quickly slamming hard and fast in Todd’s ass. Mateo’s cock slammed harder, filling up Todd as he slowly began to push his ass back on the cock, meeting each slam harder and harder, enjoying the rough quick fuck in his ass. Suddenly, Mateo quickly grabbed his hips and pulled him back, burying his cock deep as he began to shoot rope after rope of cum deep in Todd’s guts. “Yeah man, take my fucking load deep in you, white boy,” Mateo whispered, his fingers digging deep inside as he came, “I’m gonna paint the walls of those pretty pink guts with my cum, make em nice and slick for my man. Fucking take every drop, cause it's the only lube you’re going to get here on out.” Al pulled his cock out of Todd’s mouth, tugging on it as he lifted Todd’s chin, watching as Todd’s face took on a shocked and happy expression, his mouth gaping open as he felt the cum flooding his guts. Finally, Mateo pulled out of Todd’s ass, letting out a soft chuckle as he watched several drops of his cum slowly drip out of Todd’s ruined hole. Both men firmly spun him around and Todd’s mouth was pushed back down on Mateo’s cum slicked cock, as Al firmly pushed his cock in, forcing some of the cum back inside as he quickly and fervently began to slam his cock in and out of Todd, biting his lip in enjoyment. Sucking the remains of cum off Mateo’s cock, Todd groaned, feeling the long cock taking even deeper strokes in his ass, as Mateo eventually guided him up and started making out with him, the warm spray of the shower covering him. “Yeah, gonna fucking breed you nice and deep,” Al said, his voice deep and gutteral as he worked, “Knock your white boy ass up nice and good. You fuckin want my cum in you, don’t you boy?” Todd could only nod, turning his head around and kissing Al deeply as his strokes in his ass began to be ragged and uneven. “Fucking gonna shoot, man,” Al said, reaching around and wrapping his large, meaty hand around Todd’s throat, “You’re gonna fuckin get it, slut.” Suddenly, he squeezed a little tighter on his throat, and Todd could only choke out a slight groan as Al began to growl and stopped slamming, his cock twitching deep inside him. The three stood under the spray of the water, breathing hard from the sudden workout in the small shower stall. Finally, Al pulled out, giving a playful slap on Todd’s ass as he grabbed a handful of soap. The three quickly washed up in silence, Todd’s ass throbbing from the onslaught as they finished showering. Grabbing their towels, the three dried off and went back to the locker room. Finally dressed, Al sat down and pulled on his shoes, finally breaking the silence. “Hey man, if you want, Mateo and I are both off for the weekend, if you wanted to come to our place and learn a few more workout routines?” Excitedly, Todd nodded, following the two men out of the locker room. As they walked, he noticed Spencer, the gym bunny standing at one of the sinks, brushing his teeth. Unable to meet his eyes, he hurriedly past, hearing as the muscle freak spit out his toothpaste. “Fucking fags,” Spencer said, muttering to himself, “Gym is for working out and gains, not hooking up.” The only thing Todd could think to himself as he left with Al and Mateo was how wrong Spencer was. And that he’d definitely gotten a good workout, the first of many to come. -------------------------------------------------- Vote NOW: A) My Roommate's Secret B) Boyfriend's Birthday Surprise C) Airport Hookup D) Stealthed 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 . Also, as always, I read every comment and will gladly consider any suggestions of something someone wants to see. Voting will close on August 20th for the latest round of choices.

As always, take anything I say with a grain of salt, and please refer to a medical professional that specializes in infectious disease. However, as stated before, CD4 counts can easily fluctuate on a number of different factors, including effectiveness on treatment. First, a background on the treatment process. Typically, most infectious disease specialists will run a genotyping test to confirm genetic susceptibility to different medications, and based on this, a medication that matches will be picked. Typically, initial medications will have several different drugs in them in order to provide a larger array of coverage. As numbers start to stabilize, the provider may choose to go to a different drug or adjust dosage. None of it will happen overnight, but the number one thing they test for on checking a medication is effective is viral load. The ultimate goal is to reach an undetectable level on your viral load (typically less than 200 copies per mL of blood). However, new generations of testing can detect down to, if memory serves me correctly, 20 copies per mL. As for CD4 counts, these can be a bit more tricky. A large number of factors can affect this number. Even just having seasonal allergy symptoms, or not drinking enough or too much water can throw these numbers off, as it can affect serum levels in the blood. As you said before, the other levels are within normal range, I assume showing his immune system is functioning within normal ranges. Knowing from experience with my partner, his numbers fluctuated in the low 200s for almost a year before finally going up above 300 a year out. It took almost 2 years before he hit the expected normal range of 500+. All other values were normal, with the occasional spike in total WBC (white blood cell) counts based on numerous factors (ie. dehydrated in the summer, seasonal allergies in the spring, etc). Even my own number can fluctuate greatly from test to test. I, for example, had CD4 counts in the 1100 range on initial testing yet have gone down to 400 once and as high as 1700 (was actively sick at the time). One thing that is unknown here is what his pre-infection CD4 counts where. Idiopathic CD4 lymphocytopenia (ICL) is a condition in non-HIV infected individuals where the person has chronically low CD4 counts without any HIV infection. Also, has he been sick recently, as many infections can artificially lower the number as the body fights off infection. Even things such as herpes (which a lot of people have been infected with -see chickenpox-) can lower this number. Has he previously had cancer? Previous treatment with chemotherapy can also lead to chronically low CD4 counts. Even smoking, poor sleep and diet, and alcohol use can affect these numbers. Most likely, his ID doctors will want to monitor this condition with regular blood work to see if it is in fact a blip on the bloodwork, versus something more.

Voting is now closed, and writing is well under way. Expect a new story soon. 🙂

@BergenGuy Who knows what might be happening behind closed doors. Definitely not me. Nope. Sorry for the slight delay on getting this update out. In the home stretch now on being done with all the things involved in getting my car back up and running. Also trying to get this story onto a different update schedule so that it doesn't interfere with my other stories. By the way, if any of you get a chance to check it out, the story @leatherpunk16 and I are writing together. I promise there are some really steamy updates coming up if you are into more sci-fi, military, and transformation stories. It's been a blast writing with him, and its definitely been a labor of love on our part, so please feel free to drop a like or a comment! ------------------------------------------------ Lesson 15: The Art of Extreme Self Care I woke up with a start when I heard several dings coming from my phone. Bleary eyed, I looked up at the ceiling, listening carefully for the sounds of the house. Silence met my ears, and slowly I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the charger before unlocking it. Looking at the screen, I saw several messages. Starting with the first one I received, I saw it was from my brother Ryan. “Mom and Dad made breakfast. I left you a plate in the fridge if you're hungry. I know you probably aren’t in the mood to talk to them right now, so me and Marcus took them out for lunch to talk about things. Jen and Marcus had quite the fight out in front of the house, and she’s with her friends. The house is all yours. Text me if you want to talk or need anything.” I smiled softly, amazed at how differently my brother was suddenly acting. Send a quick ‘thanks’ to him, I looked at the next text. “Hey, it’s Marcus. Got your number from Ryan. Here if you need anyone to talk to. Might be a good idea to stay away from your sister, she’s on the war path. Don’t blame yourself. She brought this on.” I found myself nodding, quite aware of how self-centered and unwilling to budge on something Jen was when she thought she was in the right. I honestly felt bad for Marcus, still feeling mostly to blame for their fight. Shaking the thought away, I replied again with a simple ‘thanks,’ unsure what else to say. A few scam texts were the next ones, which I quickly deleted. Overdue tolls on a nonexistent car… Package I need to “pay” for delivery on… Someone randomly texting about a business lunch named Mirabel…. Dejected, I noticed an absence of reply from Mike or Greg. Sighing, I got up and shuffled downstairs, grabbing the plate of food out of the fridge, a small plate of scrambled eggs and some bacon. My stomach let out a grumble, as I finally felt somewhat hungry coming through the upset heaviness in my stomach. Not really wanting to take the time to heat it up, I stood at the counter and looked out the window as I ate in silence. I made quick work of the meal and placed the surprisingly clean plate in the sink, realizing I must have been hungrier than I thought. Giving another look on my phone, I went to the last text from Greg and Mike, re-reading the text they had previously sent when suddenly the phone buzzed and a new message popped up on the screen from Greg. “Can’t really talk on the phone right now. Your last message has us worried. Everything ok boy?” I quickly typed out an abbreviated retelling of the night before and walked back upstairs, flopping on the bed as I waited for a reply. Reaching down, I idly went to go play with my cock, suddenly remembering that I was still in a cage. Annoyed, I frustratedly pulled my hand back out, and flopped back onto my back. After a while my phone dinged and I quickly opened it, reading the newest message. “Daddy Mike and I are really sorry that happened to you. Nothing we can say to fix it, but know that you are not what your sister called you. Family really can be the worst and knows exactly where to hit the hardest. If you end up needing a place to stay and think, you can sleep at our place. We should be home tomorrow, though we both wish we were there to help you get over how she made you feel. You're free to have a full run of the house while we’re gone.” Smiling, I felt a warm tightness in my chest, glad to finally hear back from them. With a large sigh, I decided to switch into a pair of swim trunks and tank top before pulling on a pair of old tennis shoes I usually used to mow in and walked down the street to Mike and Greg’s house. Punching in the code on the garage door, I stood and waited as the large door slowly opened in almost silence. I made quick work of the front yard, able to mow it in record time and went inside for a quick drink, sweat quickly cooling in the cold air conditioning of their house. I slowly walked around, exploring the large house before finally stopping at the door to the basement. Suddenly, a wicked thought popped into my head. “Well… they did say I could have full run on the house…” I said out loud to myself, before trying the handle, finding it unlocked. Slowly, I walked down the stairs flicking the light on as I went before finding myself in the dungeon, looking around. I went first to the large humidor, looking at the various shelves of cigars before finally settling on one of the larger ones. Pulling it out, I quickly looked around and found a cigar cutter and lighter, making quick work of cutting it and getting it lit. Finally getting the large cigar fully lit, I took a deep draw on in, sucking a deep lungful of smoke into my lungs, exhaling with a contented sigh as I watched the large cloud of smoke billow out of me. Taking a few more greedy puffs, I looked around and set it down in an ashtray before shocking my still slightly damn clothes off and letting the cool basement air hit my now naked skin. Next, I walked over to the fridge and looked inside, grabbing a similar bottle of poppers to the one they’d given me and opened it up, taking several deep sniffs before recapping it. Groaning, I felt the rush of the poppers overcome me as I felt my cock strain to escape from the tight confines of the cage. Setting the poppers down next to the ashtray, I grabbed my balls and slowly began to squeeze and work them in my hand, enjoying the feeling as I grabbed the cigar and began puffing on it again. I grinned, enjoying the feeling of smoking and playing with myself as I walked over to the large wall covered in various toys. Finally I stopped at the several dildos, each increasing in size from small to obscenely large. Smiling, I grabbed a few off the wall before looking around and spotting the lube from my previous visit in the room. Grabbing the bottle, I shakily grabbed a few of the more decent sized toys and walked to the center of the room, grabbing the poppers and ashtray as I walked. Popping the top off the lube, I quickly coated a few of my fingers and slowly began to work them in, feeling as my hole quickly began to relax and open. Puffing away happily, I slowly worked my ass open before finally pulling the fingers out with a wet plop. I then grabbed one of the large dildos and wiped my fingers free of the excess lube, before grabbing my phone out of the pocket of my now discarded trunks. I quickly navigated my phone to the page with all the previous videos on the PIGLOADR site, and slowly got to work coating the toy with more lube, watching as I was fucked on camera. Now properly lubed, I slowly shuffled myself on my knees over the toy, positioning it so the tip was pressed against my now hungry hole. Grabbing the bottle of poppers, I opened them again, taking several deep sniffs before recapping them and in one solid movement, lowered my ass down on the toy, groaning in sheer ecstacy as the firm piece of silicone easily breached my ass, “Oh fuck yes….” I groaned aloud, taking a deep inhale of the cigar, before slowly beginning to bounce up and down on the large toy. The only sound in the basement of was of my occasional groans, as well as the sound of my ass slupring hungrily as I continued to fuck myself hard and fast, as well as the sound of my phone playing back one of the videos of me begging for a load. Looking around, I got an interesting idea in my head. Just how big could I take in my hole? Pulling off the toy, I grabbed the next size up, and slowly put some lube on it before working it into my ass. I groaned again, slowly getting used to the increased girth of the toy, smoking even harder on the cigar. Over the next 30 minutes, i slowly kept increasing the size, switching to a bigger toy once I was used to it. Finally, I reached the largest toy I had grabbed, my cock now leaking from the continued assault on my prostate. Slowly, I stood up and let the large dildo slid out of my ass, feeling my asshole gaping open in its absence. Horny beyond my wildest dreams, I walked over and grabbed the last few large toys, bringing them back and opening the bottle of poppers, huffing greedily as I began to work up to the last one. Easily as thick as my wrist, and over a foot and a half long, I wondered if I would be able to take it. I looked down at my phone and quickly loaded the video of me and Ben, the bear from the cigar shop. Slowly I lube of the monster dildo and slowly got it ready, pulling out the already large toy from my ass as I positioned the monster dildo in its place. I slowly positioned myself so the large tip was at my hole, already stretching my loose hole nearly painfully. OPening the poppers I took in several more deep inhales before roughly shoving the large cigar in my mouth, watching as Ben slowly fucked my ass on the video. “You need that thick meat destroying your guts, don’t you piggy?” Ben said on the video, finally driving me over the edge as I forced the large toy up my ass, pain and pleasure making me groan as the toy stretched my ass to the extreme. “OH FUCK!” I yelled loudly, my legs shaking as a sheen of sweat broke out across my body, feeling as the massive toy slowly pushed deeper inside me. Looking down, I swore I could see a slight bulge from it as it wormed its way in. Opening the bottle back up, I sniffed nonstop on the bottle as I took in lungful after lungful of the thick cigar smoke, losing myself to the sounds of Ben telling me I was going to be nothing but a toxic sperm receptacle. Finally, I bottomed out on the toy, my ass burning from the sensation of the massive stretch. I felt my mind wander, replacing the idea of an obscenely large dildo in my ass instead with the idea of Mike or Greg’s hand and arm inside me. Slowly I began to bounce on the toy, my mind replacing it with the image of one or both of them taking turns fisting my ass, telling me they were working their tainted loads deep inside me. Finally, I hit my limit and suddenly my cum began to leak like a hose out of the cage, my entire body shaking as the orgasm hit me. “Oh… Oh fuck…. Work your poz loads into me with your fist Daddy…” I screamed, lost in a haze of poppers, smoke, and sheer hormones and adrenaline. After several minutes of me shuddering around my orgasm, I lazily smoked the cigar, my ass stretched to the extreme and each movement made my legs quiver. Finally, I decided to slowly take the toy out, whimpering as the toy finally plopped out of my ass with a wet squelch, sweat dripping down my naked body. Cold air hit the inside walls of my ass, leaving me feeling oddly hollowed out. SLowly, I reached back and felt my ass, shocked at the gaping feeling. I shakily stood up and walked over to a mirror, looking back as I saw the gaping entrance to my ass. “Holy shit…” I said, a surprised look on my face, working a few fingers around the rim. I forced my ass to squeeze closed, watching as it finally shut after a minute or two of trying. Looking over at the wall, I walked over and grabbed a decent sized plug, slowly working it in with a happy sigh as I took a few puffs on the now spent cigar. Grabbing the toys, I walked around, getting used to the sensation of the plug in my ass, my gait now markedly stiffer. Grabbing the trunk and shirt, I finally got dressed, and after a bit of work, cleaned the toys I’d used in the sink in the downstairs bathroom before putting them away where I found them. —----- An hour later, I found myself finally able and willing to brave the heat, grabbing another cigar and the mower and pushing it into the back yard, smoking the cigar as I worked. I made quick work of the smaller yard in the stifling heat, even making sure to do some minor trimming of the bushes and weeding of the garden, easily smoking down the cigar as I worked, glad to be able to do it in the privacy of the back yard. Satisfied with my work, I grabbed a cold bottle of lemonade and I went back down stairs and grabbed another cigar, before coming back upstairs and out to the pool, lighting up and lounging in one of the chairs at the pool side, occasionally taking a quick dip in the pool when I felt too warm. A ding from my phone got my attention and I looked down, seeing a new message from my brother. “Everything ok? Didn’t find you at home. Where are you?” I texted a quick reply back saying I was at a client’s house finishing up a yard and would probably go over to a friend’s house for the night, needing a break from my family to process the night before as I went back to watching various videos on my phone and taking a dip in the pool. A large part of me was glad to have the ability to actually run away from the impending shit storm at home, and as the sun began to set, I walked back into the house, grabbing a small snack from Mike and Greg’s fridge as the exhaustion of the day’s events finally began to hit me. Walking up the stairs, I stood in the hallway in front of their room. Warring with myself, I wondered if it would be ok for me to sleep in their massive bed without them there. Finally, I decided I would set an alarm and would get up well before I imagined they would be home, and would just make the bed, finding myself wanting the familiarity of them being there. Slowly, I walked in and crawled into the center of the bed, putting my phone on one of the wireless chargers next to the bed, setting an early morning alarm before crawling under the covers, smelling their scent on the sheets and pillows. Exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks and after only a minute or so, I was quickly fast asleep.

Looking forward to you replying whenever you are ready, Jaygusher. Always happy to help with brainstorming if you need it, like I've told you before. As for you fluffybutt... Hasn't it been like since April since you last posted a new chapter or update your own story? Not really fair to call someone out who has updated more recently than you have.

Chapter 5: The Price of Priority Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 3; REDACTED LOCATION 21:20 MST 30-Oct-20XX “Barlow! Respond, private! That's an order!” Gravestone’s voice boomed over the radio. Only silence followed as the private failed to answer the repeated requests. Gravestone’s eyes showed irritation and simultaneous concern as he waited for the familiar static and his comrade’s voice. “That’s not like him,” Lockjaw interjected, a hint of disbelief in his voice. “He wouldn’t go AWOL on us.” “What makes you so sure?” Patch asked. “He just wouldn’t!” Lockjaw exclaimed. “There must be some interference from the structure.” Stag clicked his tongue loudly. “The pipsqueak shouldn’t have run off in the first place.” The others turned to look at him, some with silent, accusatory eyes. Elais took a single step forward. “Stag’s right, he really should have waited for us, or at least some backup. The survivor wasn’t going to give us any useful intel, and we’ll probably find him just around the corner.” Stag snickered. “Yeah, or inside in a stall in the lavatory with a lighter and a spoon. Who knows what the hell drugs he was on?” Gravestone’s lips twisted to one side. He had enough of Stag’s smart mouth and dismissive comments. “Let’s not forget why we’re here.” He paused and finally said, “I agree with Lockjaw. It’s not normal. Patch, Pixel, go find him and find out what happened. If we have problems with the comm inside the facility, this mission will be a lot harder.” “Make sure to stay alert. We have no idea what that sound was, so keep on high alert,” Elias added. “Ten-four,” Patch’s voice came over the radio. “Zero, go with them and provide backup,” Gravestone ordered. “If anyone finds the survivor, tranq his ass, and don’t let him get away this time.” “Yessir,” Pixel answered cheerfully. Patch and Pixel looked at one another with obvious but silent concern. Pixel left the workstation while the download to the flash drive continued. —-------------- A speedily-moving car. Location unknown. 21:23 MST. 30-Oct-20XX The elderly man in the back of the car closed the unmarked folder gently, and set it down in his lap. Leaning back on the headrest, he closed his eyes, and exhaled gently. He swiftly ran his liver-spotted hand across his bald head in a backward direction, and tried to moisten his lips with his tongue. General Anton Krell had been called in at the insistence of DARPA, but their request was something out of the ordinary. Nine men forming the Black Sigma team had been despatched to the Helixion Genetics Labs to mount a rescue mission for the scientists, or so they had been told. But Anton knew differently: those men were lambs for the slaughter. What he had read in the dossier, and what Black Sigma had been told, were two different things. In reality, the men were expected to find the scientific data for a top secret military project (as they surely would find), but returning alive and unscathed wasn’t accounted for. The project was to create super-soldiers, and Black Sigma would provide the guinea pigs. The first test subjects. However, if the men survived the ordeal… well, the ‘Powers That Be’ didn’t account for that particular outcome. It would be classified a mission failure, even if Black Sigma considered it successful themselves. It wasn’t the first time Anton had been involved in such a deceptive experiment. After a bioweapons experiment in East Germany, he had the unhappy duty of damage control, and many ethics guidelines were violated to do so. But it had been in vain - a leak in his tightly-constructed plan created a situation where the news got out. Paragraphs got into all the papers, and Anton was discharged from service as a public show of enforced ethics protocols. The General took an early retirement with a hefty severance pay, which was most certainly a bribe to keep quiet about what really went on in Berlin. Now he was whizzing away in the back of a dark-windowed vehicle to the site of Helixion Genetics to deal with a similar situation. His previous experience in military cover-ups, despite the fallout from his German experience, made his reinstatement an inspired choice. DARPA thus brought him out of retirement with a substantial bribe to superintend this mission. Anton did not see their true intent - if the program failed, or if scandal should follow, they could point the finger at Anton and keep their hands clean. And the General was aged enough that they could call his faculties into question if they needed a scapegoat again, and no one would doubt that he was a little past it. This won’t be like Berlin, he assured himself. Helixion, at least, is better prepared. The thought irritated him, and he wished the car had been equipped with a bottle of bourbon or something to ease his nerves. “Driver, can this thing go any faster?” he demanded from the cushy black leather seat. “ETA 12 minutes, General,” came the driver’s kind reply. “Good. Thank you. See if we can’t do it in ten.” It will be a shame to waste all those good soldiers, he thought. It's a little premature to launch the super-soldier initiative. But the data is too valuable to lose. Then we can sell it to the highest bidder, and make a fortune. One must break a few eggs sometimes. —----------------- Helixion Genetics- East Hallway, Building 3, Floor 1; REDACTED LOCATION 21:25 MST 30-Oct-20XX Patch and Pixel reached the bottom of the stairwell with Zero hanging back between the first and second floor. No sign of Sticks was to be found anywhere, no sound at all. “I still say he went up, not down,” Pixel said with irritation. “It was 50-50,” Patch answered. “We’ll look down here first, and work our way back up. Zero, what’s your 20?” “Clear.” It was then that Patch noticed the glass double doors, and an umbrella curiously discarded in the middle of the hall. Its metal bent slightly to one angle, and the glass doors wide open. He picked it up and inspected it. “Looks like someone left in a hurry,” he said coolly. With the umbrella in one hand, he examined the door with the other. “There are scratches in the frame here. Looks like … maybe someone tried to… I don’t know, lock the doors with this?” Pixel came closer, and nodded his head slightly. “Whatever it was, it didn’t work,” Pixel said after a moment. “But there’s no other sign of struggle here. And the doors are wide open. Sticks probably didn’t come this way, like I said.” Next, Patch observed a small amount of liquid on the glass. Droplets had run down a little ways, then abruptly ended. A memory crossed Patch’s mind before it was instantly gone, his attention quickly going back to the task at hand. Meanwhile, Pixel had spotted a janitor’s closet. The door was ajar. Pixel raised his flashlight, and peered inside. Nothing to be seen here, he thought. Some of the cleaning supplies were in disarray, and a mop had fallen over. Then he spied a puddle on the floor. The room smelled of chemicals and solvents, and something that Pixel couldn’t identify. Someone had been in here very recently, and they were badly in need of a shower. Considering the environment, this was not deemed notable, and Pixel left the closet. He could still smell this odd mixture in the hallway, and wondered briefly if it was him who needed a bath. Patch looked down the hallway beyond the glass doors, shining his light in every corner he could. The air had a different smell down here, and reminded Patch of unwashed socks and underwear, the scent stinging his nose and giving him a headache. He had seen it in the field when he treated a soldier who hadn’t changed their undergarments in a month. The smell was so rank that he was never able to forget it. He was smelling a watered-down version of it right in that hallway. “Pix, do you smell that?” Pixel came to the doors, sniffing for whatever Patch had discovered. He waved his hand before his face. “Whew, like my grandpa’s feet,” he said, wincing. “Well, how long has it been since our survivor fella had a shower? Maybe he went this way?” They silently weighed their options. Activating his earpiece, Patch spoke into it. “Zero, we’re going down this hall with the glass double doors.” “Roger,” came the reply. Zero descended the stairs to the bottom, and began to follow them at a distance, always remaining in the shadows while Patch and Pixel carefully moved through the long hallway. —--------- Helixion Genetics, exterior. REDACTED LOCATION. 21:35 MST. 30-Oct-20XX The car moved into the parking lot, and came to a stop. A few seconds later, the driver popped out of the car, moved around to the opposite side, and opened the rear passenger door. Out stepped the General. Grateful to be on the scene at last, Anton rebuttoned his Brooks Brothers suit, shook out his arthritic left leg, and brushed away some lint that he really couldn’t see. After a deep inhalation, the driver shut the door behind him. Anton looked at his surroundings. The sun was gone for the day, and the last vestiges of daylight were fading. The vans that carried Black Sigma to the site sat parked a short ways away. Anton turned to his right, and could just barely see the building where the team ought to be right now. By now, he thought, they should be fairly entrenched with it. Good. He and his driver walked up to the conference building, the driver always a couple silent steps behind him as a sign of respect. It was the General who insisted on being accompanied everywhere by his driver/bodyguard in case he needed a swift exit. Or a human shield. So far, the former had proved far more useful than the latter. They entered the lobby of the building, and briskly walked to the elevator. The driver pressed the ‘up’ button, and the doors instantly opened. They stepped inside the elevator, the driver pressed the ‘4’ button, and the doors shut quietly with a soft WHOOSH. The infernal machine swiftly moved them upward. This mission would serve as a small test of loyalty for the driver, and after clearing his throat, Anton began to speak. “Is it understood that, whatever you hear or see here tonight, you will not repeat a word of it to anybody.” It was more a statement than a question. “Yes, General,” the driver replied. “See that you don't. We will have no leaks this time.” The elevator dinged as it reached the fourth floor. They stepped on to the shiny lacquered floor, and after a few steps, they reached a security room, now turned into a temporary base of operations. Anton was greeted by the sight of a top-of-the-line security monitor, a laptop computer, and a comm system. The room was tastefully decorated, designed for comfort, and Anton was pleased. He spotted a bottle of expensive imported Scotch whisky on a low table to his right. Without being asked to do so, the driver instantly went to it, and poured two fingers of the brown liquid into a short glass. “Ice, General?” “No, thank you, Jeames.” Anton sat in the tall leather chair, and accepted the beverage from the driver. After a light sip, he placed it on the ornate table, picked up the comm, and said to no one in particular, “Let’s see where they’re at.” —--------- Helixion Genetics, East Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor Lobby. REDACTED LOCATION. 21:40 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “Men, gather round.” Gravestone stood in the center of the room and his remaining team came in close around him. “General Anton has just arrived,” Gravestone informed them. “I served under him in Berlin, and he's been brought out of retirement for overseeing our mission.” “So we get our hands dirty and do all the grunt work while he sits in a cushy office across campus?” Stag asked. Gravestone let out an irritated sigh. “Yes, that's why we are here, and he is not.” Elias suddenly got a bad feeling he couldn't explain. “Why does he need to be on site with us?” he queried. “Can't we handle a rescue and retrieval on our own?” Gravestone shrugged. “DARPA asked him, and I don't know their reasons. But it's not up to us to question. He'll reveal his purpose when he is ready to. I’m not fond of the man, but he is an excellent strategist and was well-respected.” Lockjaw and Reaper exchanged glances, but said nothing. For the briefest of seconds, Lockjaw interpreted Reaper’s look to mean, I know what you are. He quickly looked away, and Elias read his comrade's reaction as nervousness. A voice like gravel and bourbon suddenly came over their radios. “Commander, this is General Anton Krell. Give me a status update.” “Good to see they pulled you out of retirement, General. This is Commander Nathan Briggs. We entered the facility at 2100 hours. One survivor found so far, but no bodies have been located. My team is working on the hard drives and getting them prepped for extraction.” “Good work, soldier.” Gravestone wanted to say more, but didn’t think it appropriate to tell the General that Sticks was MIA, especially without any real facts other than going incommunicando. “Any other updates on the mission?” Gravestone hesitated before resuming. With a sideways look at Reaper, he began, “Private Barlow is missing. The man we found was delirious, possibly intoxicated, and ran off on his own. Barlow went in pursuit, and we’ve been unable to establish contact since. We think he may have hit a dead zone in the building. I've sent three others to —” “That won't be necessary,” Anton interrupted. “The mission comes first.” The General's curt reply elicited looks of surprise on the team's faces. Gravestone paused, and then answered, “Sir? We don't leave men behind.” “I gave you an order, Commander Briggs. The mission takes priority. Do I need to remind you who is in charge here?” Anton hotly answered. “Give me access to the security system and footage, and I'll find your men.” “Sir,” Gravestone said with trepidation, “the tech guys who can handle that are searching for Barlow right now. I can't personally do anything from my end.” “Defying me?” Anton asked in a warning tone. “No, sir. But I don't have the skill to get you what you need. That's Corporal Yun’s department, and Private Barlow’s. Yun is on the team I sent to find Barlow. There’s likely a security room with feeds, but we haven’t located it yet.” Gravestone was grateful he couldn't see General Anton, likely scowling from the office right now. An uncomfortable silence followed. Then Lockjaw suddenly activated his earpiece. “General? Major Adrian Reese here. We must locate Sti – er, Barlow! He’s an important part of the team. If he can’t get us out, we’re basically trapped in here while the lockdown is in effect.” Gravestone gave Lockjaw a reproving look during the speech for the impassioned interruption, but made no move against him. “Please, sir. It’s imperative we find him. And we can’t bring you any data if we’re still inside.” Elias raised an eyebrow as he observed Lockjaw. He wants his boy back. As we all do. This has got to be killing him right now. The radio crackled again after a pause. “Unacceptable, Briggs. Continue the mission, but don't bother looking for Barlow. I will have him court-martialed for abandoning the mission, and you too, if you disobey my orders. And anyone else who disagrees with them!” Anton sternly thundered. “This research is worth more than your lives or personal feelings.” “Wow. What. An. Asshole,” Tex whispered. “Sir, this is Commander Kade. If we don’t find Barlow, it’s unlikely we’ll be able to get you the data you need.” Elias hoped to appease the General and provide a little relief for Lockjaw as well. “If you find him, that’s well and good, but it’s not a priority,” Anton continued. “I want those cameras on, and I want that data. Then I will work on extraction. Until then, I will hear no more requests to look for him. Understood, Commander? Major?” The men were in disbelief, except for Stag, who found interest in a ficus in one corner of the lobby. “Who does he think he is?” Lockjaw said in an appalled voice. “I heard he was a hard-ass, but…” Gravestone begrudgingly pressed his comm button. “Any other orders for us…, General?” Gravestone gritted the last part, having more than a little trouble hiding his disdain for the man. “That will be all. Dismissed.” Stag was the first to speak. “We should follow the General’s word. What matters is the intel. I just want to go home, and forget this fetch quest. Besides, fuck Sticks and his lack of work ethic.” Lockjaw glared at him silently while Elias shot him a similar dirty look. This could get ugly, Elias thought. “Major, a word in private?” Elias gestured lightly toward his shaken comrade. Lockjaw blinked twice, inhaled sharply, and the two of them went around the nearest corner, out of sight of the others. Before Elias could even begin, Lockjaw was already frantic but kept his voice low. “Reaper, we gotta go now. I have a bad feeling. We can’t leave him.” Elias looked back at the other men, then turned back to Lockjaw. “I agree, and we won’t.” “Then why are we wasting time arguing?” Lockjaw hissed. “We’re not arguing. Stag is arguing, but he’s not in charge. Gravestone and I are,” Elias answered sympathetically. He lightly reached his arm out to Lockjaw, and held his hand on the panicked soldier’s left bicep. “I’m with you. And I know, he’s important to you.” Lockjaw’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the multiple meanings of the statement. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just want to make sure he’s okay, he’s part of the team. How…” Elias did not release his gentle grip, and repeated, “Look… I know. Adrian. I saw you both yesterday at the hotel.” He looked into his eyes, never blinking, and smiled gently. “I know,” he repeated quietly. Lockjaw silently sucked in a breath, half-relieved but also terrified that he had been observed, and his mind scrambled to save some dignity. He was nearly outed in his first week in basic, and this current exchange with his superior felt exactly like that. Just like last time, he chose panic and lies. “Shit…. Shit shit shit… he even said he thought he heard someone come in… I told him to stop j-joking like that… Kade, man, it’s nothing, i-i-it just a one time thing,” Lockjaw said, stammering slightly as he spoke, working his jaw side to side anxiously. “W-w-w-we were both drunk, and umm… um..” “We both know you don’t drink because it fucks with your jaw. And Barlow tips over at a single can of beer. Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others. It’s not my business to share. Not until you do.” He gave a slight smile, and squeezed his arm gently, then released it. “I’m here if you need someone to talk to about it, and I think you’ll find more allies in the team than you think. Anyways, let’s just focus on finding him and getting out of here.” Lockjaw instantly understood - his secret had been discovered, but Elias was trustworthy. His frequent rolls in the hay with Sticks would not become public knowledge. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief through his nostrils, but still didn’t feel better about the situation. “He’ll be fine,” Elias reassured him. “And so will you.” Lockjaw nodded once. “You don’t have to put up with any shit from Stag. Let him be mine and the Commander’s problem, okay?” Nodding, Lockjaw silently followed as Reaper led them back into the group. They rejoined the team around the corner. “Commander, the General is wrong. We will find survivors, we will get the intel if we can, AND Sticks, and then get the hell out of dodge. No amount of information or money is worth their loss,” Tex said, pointing at the glass doors of the lobby, separating them from freedom. The other men nodded in agreement, except for Stag. “You all are fucking stupid. I’m with the General,” Stag said, to the surprise of his comrades. “He’s above the Commander here guys. And personally, I’d like to keep my job. Fuck Sticks. If he wants to go adventuring and poking around in shit and not answer his comms, leave him. He clearly doesn’t want to be here.” “Shut your goddamn mouth,” Lockjaw ordered, to the surprise of everyone but Reaper and Gravestone. “I am so sick of your holier-than-thou bullshit. You don’t have any right to decide that, especially after what you did in Berlin last year, you vulgar piece of shit. Sticks is one of us. We don’t leave men behind, no matter how we personally feel about them. If you fell in battle, and Sticks could save you, would you rather bleed out and die because of your fucked-up pride?” Stag didn’t answer, but suddenly took an interest in the pattern on a marble wall. “All right, everyone, shut up!” Elias said, finally getting fed up and raising his voice. “The General isn’t here in the situation, and if you want to blame anyone when this is over and done, they just say it was an order. Shit rolls downhill, and I think I speak for the commander and myself when I say we can take the heat. Do I make myself clear, Lieutenant?” Gravestone joined in with hostility, “If you can’t follow orders, then go sit in a cozy office with the General. I don’t need his input or yours, Lieutenant Mercer. I’m responsible for getting everyone out at the end of the day, not some retired General. Am I crystal clear?” A moment of awkward silence followed as the others tried not to fidget. “If we have the intel, then we completed our mission, right?” Tex asked, trying to get back on course and dispel the tension. The others nodded in silent assent. The weight of the mission began to settle on them. Gravestone said, “All right, boys, you heard ‘im. Let's do it. Stag, not that it matters, but you’re outvoted. First thing first, we find our guys. Pixel was working on the data drives back upstairs, so let's go there, and get the data. We'll begin our search there. If General Krell wants to give us hell for it, he can do it on his own damn time.”

@plymsleazebear Glad to hear you enjoyed it! @nymidtowneast Thanks! @PozBearWI I always look forward to your comments! Thanks for being an avid reader! @kitpig Don't we all? @Smudger Same. Wish they were still more prevalent or at least easier to find. @billy88666 I'm doing fine. Just a pain trying to find the right car and all the haggling with the sales people. @viking8x6 Sadly I never got the pleasure of it. But hopefully I was pretty close to how it used to be? @Sfmike64 Sounds hot! @shinelover Sadly, didn't get the top vote, but was a very close second. @CigarManLondon No problem. My goal is to keep adding great stories here for everyone to enjoy. @RiskyMarc Glad to hear you enjoy them! @pdmiller1172 I appreciate the kind comment! Sorry for the delay on getting this out. Finally done with the new car search, and just have to get all the stuff involved with that done at the DOR. Hopefully the next few updates will be more timely. Also, don't forget to check out the story I am currently writing with @leatherpunk16! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/90485-the-master-pathogen/ ----------------------------------- Story 3: The Flyer In the Club Luke let out a shudder in excitement as for what had to be the millionth time he looked down at the flyer he had chanced upon while at the gay nightclub the previous Saturday. Friday the 1st, 9:00pm to Sunday morning. Bareback fuckfest. No condoms allowed. $10 door charge. No guy refused and all loads welcome. 2350 Main. The crude handwriting was scrawled across the page, hurriedly scrawled and then photocopied on cheap neon pink paper. For years, Luke had heard rumors of such parties taking place, likening them to rumors or the horny ramblings of more adventurous guys. Seeing it in his hands however, he’d quickly grabbed one from the pile in the bathroom stall of the club and folded it up quickly and shoving it into his pants pocket. Tonight was the night. Inspecting himself in the mirror, he checked himself out. Stylishly coiffed brown hair, with just a hint of stubble on his face. A loose fitting mesh black t-shirt, black leather pants, and a black jock strap, with a few artistic silver necklaces to tie the outfit together. Luke wondered if he was overdressed. Shaking the thought away, he shakily typed in the address to the ridesharing app on his phone and waited until the phone chimed, notifying him that his ride would be there in just a few minutes. Letting out breath, he forced himself to calm down. If I don’t like the scene or it's just boring, I can always just leave. —------- The ride to the nondescript looking brownstone was quite, as Luke occasionally looked at his phone and out the window at the passing buildings and cars. Finally, the car stopped in front of the building and Luke quietly got out, giving a soft word of thanks to the driver before shutting the car door and watching as the vehicle drove away. At first, Luke was unsure if he should just walk in or knock on the door, when a couple came walking up, laughing and talking before walking into the building without hesitation. Following their lead, he quickly climbed the steps and entered through the door. A younger guy, muscular with bright blue hair, sat on a chair holding a jar filled with cash while reading a paperback book. Looking up at Luke he smiled. “Ten bucks cover charge,” the guy said, holding out the jar and shaking it expectantly at Luke. Luke quickly pulled the money out of his pocket, hand shaking slightly as he put it in the jar. “First time, I’m guessing?” the guy said, smiling warmly at Luke as he spoke. “Uh… yeah… never really done anything like this before,” Luke replied, nervously wiping his hands on his leather pants, “I guess um…. Curiosity killed the cat… or what not…” “No worries man. First time for everything,” the blond said before setting down the jar and holding his hand out, “I’m Andrew. Most of the guys here are pretty chill.” Reaching behind him, he pulled out a paper bag. “Here, for your clothes. There’s a marker on the wall to write your name on it, if you want, and the drinks are in the next room. Just a few base rules. No condoms. Don’t get jealous or rude, and lastly, have fun. I’m on door duty tonight, and I’ll keep an eye on your stuff so don’t worry.” Nodding, Luke took the bag from Andrew before walking into the spacious living room, the sound of club music playing softly from the stereo in the corner. Looking around, he slowly followed suit from the men around as he slowly undressed down to just his jock strap, putting his clothes in the bag and walking over to the hutch next to the stereo, also filled with other brown bags, shoes, and the likes. Satisfied that his things were pretty safe, Luke slowly walked around, briefly grabbing a bottle of water from the open cooler in the next room. Occasionally a guy cop a feel, running a hand across his ass cheeks, or the occasional hand on his chest or arms. After a while, several guys started to pair off, walking upstairs. Taking a seat, Luke took in the scene before a middle eastern looking guy with a goatee sat down beside him. “Hi, I’m Sam,” the guy said, smiling at Luke before holding his fist out. Returning the fist bump, Luke let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and watched as various men of different ages, races, and shapes moved about the room. “Luke,” he said, returning the smile, watching as Sam’s hand slowly slid along his thigh, working its way sensually up to his now hardening cock, trapped in the confines of the jock strap. “How about we take this upstairs, Luke?” Sam said, grinning as I quickly began to feel his hand rubbing up and down on my cock. Smiling, Luke nodded and followed Sam up the stairs. —-------- “Fuck yeah man, you like that bare cock deep in your guts, don’t you?” Sam growled, slamming his cock as hard as he could deep inside Luke’s ass, “You want it man?” Biting his lip, Luke nodded, losing himself in the feeling of the man raping his ass as hard as he could. “Fuck yeah, getting really close,” Sam said, sweat dripping down his face from the intense fucking he was giving Luke, “You neg man?” “Mhmmm…” Luke said, licking his lips in anticipation for the flood that was about to occur in his hole. “Yeah, no PrEP either?” Sam asked, grabbing Luke ass as hard as he could giving it a few more slams as precum gushed out of his cock, “You feel that man? That’s just my precum… you’re gonna be properly flooded like the cumslut you are.” “No… don’t really like how it messes with my stomach…” Luke moaned, enjoying the slick feeling in his ass as even more of Sam’s precum gushed out, “Fuck, you’re already flooded my ass…” Grinning wickedly, Sam continued his assault on Luke’s ass. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum… you fuckin’ want it slut?” Sam groaned, his cock twitching and leaking inside Luke’s confirmed negative hole, “Gonna fucking breed you and flood you with my poz cum man…” “Oh fuck…” Luke groaned, shocked at how open Sam was about his status, his mind lost in a fuck haze as he felt himself craving the loan from the man above him, “Cum in my ass and breed me.” “Here it comes, I’m gonna shoot in your neg hole man,” Sam groaned, slamming his cock deep inside Luke before kissing him deeply, groaning deeply as he shot volley after volley of toxic cum deep inside. Luke returned the kiss, vigorously licking and sucking on Sam’s tongue as he felt the man’s cock throbbing deep inside him, lost in the intense rush of the fuck. Breaking away from the kiss, Sam looked down at Luke, taking in the almost drunken smile on his face. “Fuck yeah, I flooded your guts…” he said, smiling, rubbing his hands on Luke’s ass as he spoke, “With as toxic as my load is right now, it’s unlikely you’re going to be neg much longer.” Smiling, Luke flopped his head back, not really caring as he felt Sam slowly pull out of his ass with a wet sounding plop. “Thanks for taking my nut,” Sam said, giving an exhausted smile back, “Your ass felt amazing.” Nodding breathlessly, Luke relaxed his legs, enjoying the feeling of cum finally filling his ass. “You guys done with the room?” a voice asked. “Yeah, just give us a second,” Sam replied, holding out his hand to Luke. Grabbing the hand, Luke slowly got up with Sam’s help and the two exited the room, noticing as a blonde guy was led by two other men blindfolded into the room. Slowly the two made their way downstairs and into the back garden, stopping briefly as Sam grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lighter from his bag. Sitting down on the bench outside, the two watched as a couple was fucking over one of the chairs as Sam lit up his cigarette. “So, your first time to something like this?” Sam asked, taking a deep lungful of smoke before expertly exhaling it out. “Yeah,” Luke said, sheepishly as he watched the two guys going all out, the older skinnier guy slamming his body pelvis hard into the younger guy, “Always wanted to check it out. Finally decided to see what the fuss is about.” “Enjoying it?” Sam asked, letting out a smoky breath as he spoke. “Oh fuck yeah…” Luke said, slowly playing with his cock as he watched the bony man let out a deep growl as he unloaded deep inside the younger guy, “Always heard rumors that poz guys are great lays… and after how you fucked my ass, I’m convinced.” “Night’s still young,” Sam said smiling around his smoldering cigarette, “Give me a little while and I can drop another tainted load inside you. Maybe see if a few more guys want to turn out your ass? See if we can knock you up on the first try?” “That…. That sounds hot,” Luke said, not giving it any thought as he watched as cum slowly dripped out of the younger guy's ass.” Sam slowly gestured over, nodding his head over at another older guy walking out into the garden. “Jim there is extra toxic, loves breeding a neg hole,” Sam said, taking another deep draw on the cigarette, “Bet he’d be happy to drop one in you.” Smiling, Luke got up and slowly walked over to Jim, who was now talking to a small group of equally older and rougher looking guys. “Can I help you?” Jim said, looking Luke up and down. “I…. I was…” Luke said, stammering slightly as he tried to find the words. “He wants to know if you and the boys would like to drop a few loads in his neg ass,” Sam called out, smiling, “Looking to get knocked up tonight if you guys are willing.” “Oh, is that so?” Jim said, looking over at his friends as they all started to grin, “That true man? Looking to get that hot ass of yours destroyed?” Blushing, Luke slowly looked down and nodded. “Fuck yeah, he’s a cute fucker,” one man said, taking a draw on his cigar before exhaling a cloud of smoke at Luke. “Would be more than happy to knock the sexy little shit up,” another man said, slowly tugging on his quickly hardening cock. “Why don’t you kneel down and suck me until I’m hard and we can get that hole of yours properly destroyed?” Jim said, grinning wickedly as he slowly reached out and slowly began to push Luke to his knees. —------ Luke groaned as he felt Jim’s massive cock begin to throb deep inside him as the man began to cum. He felt as Sam slowly began to fuck his face as Jim wordlessly shuddered and began to flood his ass with cum. Without any words, Jim pulled out and was quickly replaced by one of his friend’s cocks as the man immediately went to work slamming hard and fast. “Fuck that’s a nice sloppy hole,” the man said, fucking Luke’s ass hard and fast. Suddenly, Luke felt as Jim gripped his hair and pulled his head off Sam’s groin, as Jim quickly spit a large glop of spit in his open mouth. “Come see me if it doesn't take at the next party man,” Jim said, smiling down at Luke. Luke nodded, feeling as the man now in his hole grunted loudly and began to shoot another likely toxic load into his ass. Satisfied, the man pulled out with a wet sounding plop and Luke could feel a trail of cum slowly begin to leak out. “Love seeing young cumdumps like you give in and let yourself get taken over by the virus,” Jim said, before releasing Luke’s hair, “Let real men fuck you and share their superior DNA to reshape you into the cumdump you always wanted to be.” Suddenly, Luke let out a pained grunt as yet another man slammed hard and fast into his ass, the feeling of something hard scraping the side of his hole as the man furiously began to fuck him. “I’ll leave you boys to it,” Jim said, smiling and giving Sam a deep kiss as he motioned behind Luke, “Looks like the slut here got the attention of some more people.” Briefly, Luke took a look back and saw a small line forming behind the man fucking his ass, all of various shapes, ages and sizes. Resigned, Luke let out a content sigh and slowly got back to sucking Sam’s cock, letting his asshole relax as he set in for a long night. —----- Stiffly, Luke slowly pulled his pants up and did up his belt before pulling his shirt back on. Sam quickly walked up next to him, giving his ass a playful slap. “How was your first time?” Sam said, negligently leaning against the doorframe. “It was…. Wild…. Fun…. Hot…” Luke said, sighing, exhausted after the countless loads he’d taken. “Look, I don’t normally do this, but I had a ton of fun with you tonight,” Sam said, pulling out a sleek glass and metal cellphone from his pocket, “Give me your number and I’ll text you the details of the next party. Pretty good friends with the guys who organize these.” Nodding, Luke quickly put his phone number into the device before handing it back to Sam. “Let me know if it takes,” Sam said, smiling, watching as Luke silently walked out the door, a tired and happy smile on his face. Half way down the block, Luke felt as a small drool of likely virus filled cum slowly leaked out of his ass. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vote NOW: A) Poppers Made Me Do It B) Cheating with the Neighbor C) At the Gym D) A Night Out on the Town 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 August 6th for the latest round of choices.

@nymidtowneast Who knows what might happen? 😉 @BergenGuy Definitely 😉 @kitpig I tried to make this one that some people could really relate to. Life stuff is slowly starting to calm down, so hopefully I can get back to writing more. @LiamHudsonXXX Glad you enjoyed it! As I said previously on this post, I am slowly getting back to normal with the crazy life stuff. Hopefully will be getting the delayed Bareback Chronicles update out soon, and my new collab story with @leatherpunk16 is going strong over in its thread, so please go check it out. Otherwise, another non sexy time chapter before we get back into the groove of things. --------------------- Lesson 14: The Science of Compassion A few hours later, a soft knock on my door woke me up, my face feeling puffy as I rolled over and looking and feeling dejected at the door. “Go away…” I said, barely able to muster the response, knowing it would be yet another person I had no wish to talk to. I buried my face in the pillow “Riley, come on… just let me in,” I could hear as the door slightly opened a crack and Ryan’s voice said, filled with concern. “What, here to rub some more salt in the wounds,” I said, not even having enough energy to care, “Have to get your punches in too after Jen?” “Bro… please… just… can we talk?” Ryan said, an almost sadness in his voice as he spoke, “I just want to talk is all.” “About what…” I said, burning my face in my pillow, my face burning as I spoke, “The fact your brother is a boring, ugly fag? Or is it going to be about how much of a disappointment I am, or how I ruin everything. I got enough of that today.” I could hear as the door opened and then softly clicked shut. I felt as the edge of my bed sunk, Ryan now taking a seat in the dark room. “Riley… come on… I could never think that about you,” Ryan said, laying down beside me on his back and nudging me to move over to give him more room, “Scoot, or I’ll fall off the bed.” Slowly, I shuffled slightly, facing the window to the side of my bed, turning my head and staring at the dark sky outside. We laid there in silence, the faint sound of crickets barely penetrating the glass of the window. “How mad are mom and dad?” I said finally, “Since I ruined their perfect dinner for their perfect daughter, and her perfect little life…” “Riley… they are definitely mad, but not at you,” Ryan said, nudging me slightly with his knee, “I… I truly don’t think I’ve ever seen Dad so quiet and so angry. Especially to Jen.” “Sure… probably mad the cat is out of the bag and they finally know how fucked up their youngest kid is,” I said, sniffling slightly, “Did you come here to warn me to pack my bags? I guess they finally get a guest room to have friends over in finally.” “Dude… just stop…. Please…” he said, sadness filling his voice, “Yes, Mom and Dad aren’t what I’d call happy to have found out the way they did, but I’ve never seen Dad talk to Jen like that before.” “Right, sure…” I said, trying to imagine my parents being upset at Jen, unable to even comprehend the idea, “Mom was defending Jen, and the look Dad gave me when he heard what she said was enough.” “Riley, he threatened to cancel the wedding,” Ryan said, sitting up and looking at me, his hand on my shoulder, “Like seriously said she didn’t deserve to have one if that’s how she felt about you. Dad was fucking scary when he said it.” I sat in silence, contemplating what Ryan had said. “I mean, I got an earful from him too, mostly for not sticking up for you,” he continued, flopping back on the bed, “Seriously threatened to call my boss and tell him to fire me on the spot.” I rolled over and stared at Ryan, shocked at the revelation. “I mean, I deserve it,” Ryan said, running his hand through his hair, “I should have stopped her. Nobody should be thrown under the bus and outed like that. Amy and I talked after, and she told me that was actually pretty mild for Jen compared to how she was with you in high school.” I could only blink and stare at the ceiling, unsure what to say. “Was she seriously that awful to you growing up?” he asked, looking over at me, a deep frown on his face, “What am I saying… she was probably even worse than I can even imagine. Just… Why didn’t you say something? I’d have never let it go on if I knew.” “You were busy being the perfect son,” I said, sighing and wiping my nose, “Everyone liked you. Everyone even liked Jen. Me… I was the awkward one. The worst part was she was right on everything she said back then. Besides, you were too busy to do anything to help.” “Riley, that’s not fair,” Ryan said, hugging himself slightly at my words, “I would have shut her down if I knew, man.” “It’s not a dig at you, honest,” I said, laying back and staring at the ceiling deciding to continue, “You were the football player. The popular one. Top of the class. In all the clubs and at all the parties. Same with Jen. Me… I was the weird one. Scrawny. Quiet. Average at best. Only a few friends. We weren’t even in the same galaxy, much less the same orbit.” Ryan stared at me as I spoke, silently contemplating what I was saying. “You…. you have no idea what it's like being in either of your shadows,” I said, sighing dejectedly, “I mean, I know mom and dad probably see me as a failure compared to either of you. It’s all they talk about. How proud they are of you and Jen. And I don't blame them really. I’m average at best. Everyone is always saying I’m the dollar store brand version of you. I try, but… I don’t think I’ll ever live up to anyone’s expectations. And now… I’m even worse in everyone’s eyes. Like Jen said, the dirty, boring fag.” Silently, Ryan reached over, pulling me into a hard hug. “I am so sorry I ever made you feel like that,” Ryan said quietly, “I… Just… Nobody should ever feel like that… You are a great brother, and I love you, no matter what.” Numb, I laid there, unsure what to do or say. Eventually, I relaxed, surprised at the change in my brother’s actions. Just a day ago, he’d been worried about me ruining things for him, likely seeing me as the failure… and now, he was actually hugging me and apologizing. It felt strange, but also somewhat nice. “Come on, come downstairs and get some fresh air,” he said, releasing me from the hug sitting up. Nodding, I got up, feeling surprisingly empty in a good way. Walking down the stairs, the sound of my sister’s drunken snores emanate from her room. “I really can’t believe she can sleep after all she did tonight,” he muttered, glaring at the door, “Dad should cancel her wedding after tonight.” “It’s ok,” I said quietly, feeling awkward at hearing Ryan’s words, “Mom was right. She was just drunk… probably won’t even remember what she did tomorrow. I should just get over it.” “No, it really isn’t ok, and I promise, she is going to fucking remember it,” Ryan said, his voice taking a darker edge, “Come on, I got someone you need to talk to.” Silently, we walked down the stairs, making our way through the dark and silent house, stepping onto the back porch. Sitting there in the calm of the night was Marcus, smoking a cigarette angrily as he looked at his phone. “How’s he doing,” Marcus said, not looking up. “Ask him yourself,” Ryan said, plopping down beside him, grabbing the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it, taking a deep inhale. I felt slightly shocked at the scene, not knowing my brother smoked. “Hey Riley, doing ok?” Marcus said, giving me a half smile, a look of pity on his face. “I’m fine…” I said silently, sitting down next to Marcus, pulling my knees up to my chest and looking out into the yard. “He’s not,” Ryan said, looking at Marcus. “Ryan ever tell you how we met?” Marcus said, looking at me before offering the pack to me. I pulled one out and took the lighter from him, lighting up the cigarette, before realizing what I was doing. “Huh… didn’t know you smoked,” Ryan said, giving a slight laugh before looking away, “Just don’t tell mom or dad. Or they’ll likely blame me. Or do, if you want. Would help make me a bit less perfect in their eyes.” “Heh… worse, your sister will probably blame me,” Marcus said, laughing lightly, “Anyways, Ryan, you want the honors or should I?” “Go ahead,” Ryan said, taking a deep drag before exhaling out the smoke. “DId you know Ryan and I were in the same frat?” he said, taking a drag himself and exhaling as he spoke, “He was actually one of my initiates. Not to brag, but I was the chapter president. Anyways, after he made it through, I picked him as chair of social events for us.” I stared in silence, listening as I too smoked, surprised at the bit of information I was getting. “Anyways, he made a suggestion for us to work with the university gay straight alliance. A few years back, our frat almost got shut down for a bad hazing incident, barely missed hitting the national news as a gay bashing. Before either of our times, but still, massive black eye on our chapter. I signed on to Ryan’s idea instantly. Was one of the best things we’ve ever done.” “Did you know Marcus had a gay cousin who lived with his family when he got kicked out of the house?” Ryan asked, leaning back and looking at me. I shook my head no. “Yeah, Ian got it rough from his dad. Showed up on our doorstep, the shit beat out of him shivering and half starved. My parents have always been super liberal, same with me. My dad was the one who ended up getting him put in jail. Ian…. He was like a little brother to me. He died about two years ago in a car accident,” Marcus said, looking off into the woods behind the house as he spoke, “It was right before I started dating your sister. Fucking wrecked me so bad. I’ve told Jen about it so many times. And I… I can’t believe how awful she acted tonight, even knowing that. I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Sorry…” I said quietly, looking down. “Stop, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for,” Marcus said, reaching around and pulling me in a hug, “She and I are going to be having a really long talk tomorrow, even with the hangover. I talked with Amy too.. She wanted me to tell you how sorry she was for everything. Told her she’s the one who has to do that. And… Jen…. Jen had no business outing you like that. I don’t know man… this wedding… it's bringing out a side of her I really don’t like. And after this… I really don’t know where that leaves our relationship.” “It’s ok,” I said, looking down, “That’s…. Just how she is.” “I really fucking hope not,” he said, letting go of me, “The wedding is off if she can’t figure out how to make it up to you. I can’t help but worry what will happen if we have kids and she treats them like she treats you. If one of our kids is gay… is she going to treat them like that? Fucking laugh and enjoy being cruel to them?” “Oh…” I said, looking down again, unsure how to respond. “Just… I think I speak for both your brother and myself when I say you can talk to us about anything,” Marcus said, looking over at my brother who nodded in agreement as he spoke, “No judgement, no shaming. Jen is going to be on notice, same for her loser friend Amanda.” I quietly nodded, digesting everything. “Well, I have some thinking to do before I go to bed. Mind if I crash in your room, Ryan?” Marcus asked, tossing the spent butt in the grass, blowing out the smoke, “You and I have to talk about some things regarding your sister.” “Sure man, I’ll walk up there with you,” Ryan said, doing the same. Getting up, Ryan gave my shoulder an encouraging squeeze, before sliding open the back door and following Marcus, quickly shutting the door behind him. I sat in silence for a few minutes, smoking as my mind replayed the events of the night. I finally grabbed my phone, before typing out “I miss you guys. Had a really bad night tonight. When are you coming back?” to Greg and MIke, before going inside the house myself and going to bed.

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.

So, typically most infections you see from people taking PrEP are due to poor adherence on taking their medications. According to the most recent published information I could fine (June 2024), a total of 55 confirmed failures of PrEP were noted out of the studies dating back to 2017, after adherence was taken into account. As stated previously, this accounts to approximately a 99.92% effective protection rate. It should be noted that these numbers are solely based on patients self reporting adherence, so take that with a grain of salt. The number could be higher or lower based off of the variability and lack of controlled and strict monitoring. Of note from the study I'll list below was that injectable cabotegravir long acting (CAB-LA) PrEP has show to be the most effective, since the medication offers protection for 2 months and limited the possibility of accident poor dosing adherence. However, this can lead to accidental viral suppression with confirmed infection, and thus needs to be followed up with continued HIV RNA testing. TL;DR- It's generally effective to take PrEP, but you have to be strictly adhering to taking it on time. [think before following links] https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC11209220/